"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit" I muttered as I ran through the parking lot towards the arena. The Raw pre-show had already started and I was running seriously late. I knew that the Shield vs Evolution match would be starting at any moment and I really can't miss them. I sprinted through the arena doors and through the barrier as I threw the attendant my ticket. As I ran up to the door I could see a small crowd of people surrounding three guys. "EXCUSE ME PLEASE, COMING THROUGH, NEED TO GET TO MY SEAT! I CAN'T MISS THIS!" I yelled as I pushed through the crowd. As I pushed through the door, I turned back to look at the three guys, and locked eyes with one of them. No way… But before I could be 100% sure of whose eyes I was looking into, the door slammed shut. I shook the thought from my mind and carried on rushing down the steps to my ringside seat.
I settled down just as Justin Roberts took to the mic. "The following is a no disqualification match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…." "SIERRA HOTEL INDIA ECHO LIMA DELTA… SHIELD" I looked around the audience to see where my favourite faction would be coming from. I looked over my shoulder and saw Seth Rollins approaching me. He looked at me with a smile of recognition before he did his signature flip over the barrier. I then made contact with the same piercing blue eyes I thought I saw earlier. Oh my God. I'm staring into Dean Ambrose's eyes…. AGAIN! His eyes lingered on mine as he stepped over the barrier to ringside, finally breaking eye contact. I was distracted from looking at Dean when the beefy shoulder of Roman Reigns knocked into me. "Sorry, sorry!" I stuttered as I sat down. He smiled and winked at me before he stepped over the barrier. As the guys were going over their game plan in the ring, Justin Roberts spoke again: "Now introducing to the ring, the team of Randy Orton, Batista and Triple H… EVOLUTION" The arena was filled with boos as Motorhead's "Line in the Sand", their theme song, hit. I watched the three Evolution members walk down the ramp and up to the ring apron. Randy Orton stood up on the turnbuckle and hit his pose to the crowd (as always) and jumped down to join a huddle with Batista and Triple H. I could feel someone looking at me, so out of the corner of my eye, I snuck a look. All I saw was Dean Ambrose staring back at me… I must have something on my face… the only reason why someone like him would be staring at me like that… I quickly used the front facing camera on my phone to sneak a look…. Hmm… nothing there. My phone went back into bag as I concentrated on the match in front of me.
It started off pretty even, both teams landing and taking their hits. About halfway through the match, Triple H was thrown over the top rope by Reigns. As I watched him get up, I saw him reach under the apron for his signature sledgehammer. Dean chose that moment to look over at me and saw what I was looking at. He wasted no time in launching himself over the top rope, onto Triple H. I stood up, out of my chair, so I could get a better look at what was going on. Dean set Triple H up for an Irish Whip, sending him towards me. I stepped back in anticipation as he collided with the barrier. Looking over Triple H's shoulder, I could see Dean reaching to the floor to pick up the sledgehammer. Everyone could see the crazy look in Dean's eyes as he looked over to the groggy COO in front of me. Before I knew it, Dean ran towards him. As if in slow motion, I saw Triple H throw himself out of Dean's path, but Dean didn't slow down in time. I felt an intense amount of pain as the sledgehammer collided with my nose, sending me back towards my chair. My hands flew up towards my face, and came away covered in blood. Uh oh. I felt myself become incredibly light headed at the sight of my own blood, and I hit the deck. The last thing I remember seeing was the stunned look on Ambrose's face, completely immobilised in shock.
I could feel a hand gently shaking my shoulder to wake me up. "Miss? Are you with us Miss Blake?" I open my eyes, taking a minute to adjust to the bright light. I slowly sit up, taking in my surroundings. I'm sitting on a makeshift hospital bed in a clinical, plain- looking room. I swing my legs around so that I'm perched on the edge, and I come face to face with the person who woke me. "uh… Hi. Sorry, but- where am I? And who are you?" The man looks at me, concerned. "My name is Christopher Amann, I'm the leading ringside physician here. You were involved in an incident in a match between Evolution and The Shield. Unfortunately, Mr Ambrose accidentally collided with you and caused you to break your nose". I suddenly become aware of the dull ache where my nose is. Dr. Amann notices as I reach up to touch my nose and smiles. "Don't worry, we've managed to set it in time, there will be no significant changes in your appearance". It suddenly hits me. I'm backstage. I'm backstage at a WWE event at the o2 arena. OH. MY GOD. I suddenly shriek in excitement and jump off the bed, clapping excitedly: "So you're telling me, that outside that door, there are dozens of WWE superstars… people I see on TV every week?!" Christopher laughs as he picks up his phone and punches in a few digits "Yeah, Hunter? She's awake… Yep, okay. I'll keep her here for now. See you in a bit. Bye". Christopher puts his phone down and turns to me: "Now try not to freak out, but there are some very important people coming to see you. They believe that they owe you an apology. In the meantime, this is for you. We can't have you leaving here looking like that" he points to my shirt, which is covered in dried blood. My favourite Nirvana shirt… ruined. I then turn my attention to the shirt that the doctor handed to me. Just a generic WWE shirt. Nothing too flash. I looked at the doctor, waiting for him to get the hint of me wanting privacy to change my shirt. "Ah, right. Sorry. If you need me, I'll be outside". And with that, he left. However, my privacy didn't last for very long. Just as I began to lift my shirt, the door burst open and two people burst in. The last two people I expected to see. Triple H and Stephanie McMahon. And they didn't look very happy.
