10/1/15, Orlando…

The bag zipped up, Amanda looked out at the sunset… although Autumn had just started, it was comfortably chilly with the temperature at 59° this evening.

But something was bugging the hell out of her… and Finn could see that, especially after Amanda had caught one of the production crew acting strange last Wednesday.

"Something on your mind?" Finn asked, resting his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm just probably reading too much into it… I've known most of the crew for years, everyone has days where they're not themselves. But there was just something wrong with how Evan was talking on the phone. I've rarely heard him yell at anyone." Amanda said, rubbing the back of her neck like she normally did when she felt stressed or anxious as she thought back…

Amanda wandered down the hallway and stopped for a second, hearing a familiar voice. She had known something wasn't right the second that 52 year old Evan was yelling into his phone.

"...you listen, if I'm not safe, you're gonna sort it out and get me covered again! Get that damn job done or we'll all be in shit street, then sort this out!" Evan yelled.

The other voice spoke with an accent, Amanda trying to figure out which one… but she barely had time to when the next thing she knew, the phone was thrown and had hit her in the mouth, Evan's grey eyes widening in shock and him running over to her.

"Fuck! Mandy, I'm-" Evan starts to say.

"Just forget it." Amanda said, visibly shaken as she walked down the hallway. She opened the door to the locker room and tried to calm herself… only to scream when she felt a hand on her back and turn around, Finn jumping back in a startled manner and him noticing blood seeping through Amanda's fingers as she held her right hand to her mouth.

She lowered her hand, revealing the split in her lower lip and the skin under it.

"Don't… go near the crew today…" Amanda said through the pain as Finn had pressed a napkin to her mouth.

"Which idiot pulled this one?!" Finn asked, dabbing away the spilled blood.

"Evan… he tried to apologize, I just didn't want to be near him. I don't even think he saw where he was throwing his phone." Amanda answered, hissing as the pain fully set in.

The door opened, both seeing Hunter and Hunter's eyes widening when he saw the blood.

"I just… saw him, he said it was an accident." Hunter says but he and Amanda could see that Finn was angry.

"Not tonight, we don't need a repeat of what happened to Tyler." Amanda whispered, trying to calm him…

"It was just… weird is all." Amanda said as she rubbed her sore face… once again, it was driving her crazy.

"Understandable why you'd be so shaken up… that's not exactly a normal thing for people to be shouting down the phone." Finn said.

"Or throwing them…" Amanda says as her phone chimed and she saw a text from Hunter.

'Over here, both of you.'

'What happened now?' Amanda replied.

'They were setting up for the next set of tapings and things got out of control.'

"I think one of the guys got electrocuted." Amanda says as they leave the apartment.

Reaching the arena, they walked in and there was a bit of shoving amongst the others.

"Move, I want to know what happened!" Alexa screeched as she shoved Sasha, who shoved Alexa back.

Amanda looked over, seeing the burnt up lighting display and saw Enzo run to her and Finn.

"Enzo, what happened?! Why are the lights scorched?" Amanda asked.

"Someone plugged in the wrong kind of wires for them!" Enzo says.

"What kind, pyro cables?" Finn asks.

"The wrong voltage tolerance, they let too much power go to the lights and therefor, the lights become crisps." Enzo says.

"What fucking idiot did that?!" Amanda asked, Hunter overhearing her and being how he saw her as his family, he didn't like her cursing.

"Watch your mouth. As for who…" Hunter says, trailing off.

"Hunter, it can't be… Evan's worked with the company since the mid 90s, he knows the correct voltage." Amanda says, Hunter trying to calm her down.

"Mandy… it looks like it was an accident." Hunter answered.

"Where is he, is he alright?" Amanda asked.

"Evan slipped off the ladder, bruised his back and broke his leg but he's okay." Hunter said, Amanda glancing at the display. "And don't worry, we have plenty of spare light bulbs."

"Just might take some time to set them all up…" Amanda said, remembering the one time that when Raw went on the air, the arena was mostly darkened and regular microphones had to be used.

Once Hunter was talking to the others, Amanda sat down on a production crate like she sometimes did and Finn rested his hands on her arms.

"I haven't told you the full story of that night, have I? Where all the lights went out barely 3 hours before we went on the air…" Amanda explained, taking a deep breath. "Some of the crew had been sick so me, John and Randy helped out… but it didn't exactly help."

"You all burned the lights?" Finn asked, Amanda looking at him.