Monday Night Raw, 20 minutes earlier, Amanda's perspective…
"Welcome back to Monday Night Raw. Michael Cole with Booker T and Corey Graves to see the match leading up to SummerSlam. Finn Balor vs Bray Wyatt." Michael Cole said with excitement.
I had read the script just to see what would happen to Finn and when I saw that part of it was left blank, that concerned me.
After Finn and Bray were in the ring facing each other, my theme song had come on.
"Look who's here guys." Booker said. All the men stood up.
Booker gave me a hug, Michael shook my hand and I waved to Corey before I blew Finn a kiss and sat next to Booker.
I put on the headphones and looked to them. "Hey guys. How's it going?" I asked.
"Well it's good to see you here tonight, Mandy." Corey said.
"Happy to be here. Sitting next to my favorite men. Next to Finn and the former Shield members." I said.
Another thing that concerned me was the reunion of two thirds of The Shield… it just didn't feel right without Roman.
The match went on and I went down to ringside when I saw Bray grab something out from under the ring during the match… the lights went out as I ran into the ring and pushed Finn out of the way.
The lights came back on and I covered my face with my arms but that… aw, damn it, what the fuck?!
Bray yelled, "The Demon spawn had ruined one of our greatest treasures! Let this take away the pain and let her see the light again!" as I started rolling around frantically, trying to get the fake blood off.
I stood up and launched myself at Bray, slamming my fists, arms and elbows into his head as he screamed… okay so I might've picked up on some of Brock's fighting style in MMA but it helps at times.
The next thing I feel is Finn pulling me back and I just start going off in his native language before switching to English.
"What the fuck is going on here?! This isn't the fucking 90s, you fucking wannabe version of Gangrel!" I yell at Bray… damn, Gangrel's gonna be pissed if he's watching, he hated this Ministry Of Darkness gimmick at times as well as The Brood... don't get me wrong, he loved teaming with Edge and Christian but he felt like they needed to move on from the darker storyline sooner than they did.
"Mandy, calm down, love. Remember, there are young children watching." Finn says, trying to calm me down.
Yeah, young children who are probably scarred out of their minds now… chances are, their parents are explaining to them that this is all scripted…
Present time…
"Should we calm her down? She's starting to freak me out." Bray says as Amanda muttered while pacing back and forth, still covered in the fake blood.
"Who in the hell on the creative team decided it was a good idea to start pouring fake blood on people?!" Amanda asked, her arms crossed.
"Well… Bray brought it up to me just last week and I thought that it would be a good idea and the creative just left it for him to improve it." Kurt said, feeling like he had to fess up to the young diva.
"You two have fucking lost your minds… 19 years ago, we would've gotten away with this, we could be pulled off the USA network because of bullshit like this!" Amanda says, her voice starting to crack from anger.
"Young lady, calm down. And don't you start cursing at me again… I swear one of these days, you're gonna have us kicked off the air for cursing." Kurt said.
Finn smiled and said, "I find it quite fiery, she's got a hell of a mouth."
Kurt glared at him, Finn trying to behave and him and Amanda were tempted to beeline it from the office… but then Kurt turned to Amanda.
"And I know you're upset but didn't anyone inform you what was going on?" Kurt says.
"No… that part of the script was left blank. The ones we got anyway." Amanda says, Finn resting his hand on her back.
"That's far from the first time they've screwed up, the last one was at Battleground." Finn says.
"Yeah… I'm gonna go see what I can find out but I'm sure our creative team's gone rogue. Go on, you two." Kurt says.
Finn and Amanda left, reaching their locker room and Amanda peeled her Balor Club tank top off before she pulled her shoes and socks off.
"Someone's gotta tell Mr. McMahon that it's not 1997 anymore… the old man's gone senile." Amanda says.
"He's nearly 72 so yeah, he's going crazy… as for out there, I wouldn't want it any other way than us protecting each other." Finn says before the two kissed.
"I better go get this stuff off me…" Amanda says before she headed into the restroom.
Stripping down completely and cleaning her makeup off after taking her pale blue contact lenses out, she cleaned them off and put them in their case before she got into the shower and closed the glass door.
Amanda turned the water on before scrubbing the fake blood off of her. The soap and red mixed together as it swirled down the drain… Amanda reminded herself of the differences in the eras.
But there weren't any differences with what happened out there tonight.
