Dean Ambrose snapped awake. He wasn't very surprised to find himself in the trainers room. While his memory was still a little hazy, he could recall a fuzzy picture of Bray Wyatt throwing him off the ramp onto the stage below. "I'm going to find that mad man." Dean said to himself, ignoring the doctor's plea for him to stay and properly be evaluated less he have a concussion or any internal injuries. Finding himself on wobbly legs, Dean left the trainers room into whatever arena Raw was happening in that night. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure what town he was in. Dean wasn't one to sweat the small the stuff. As Dean was pondering to himself in the arena hall about what a giant badass he was for not accepting medical attention and going after Wyatt anyway, he ran into a small body that was likewise passing through the somewhat small hallway, eliciting a vaguely dude-like squeal. "Look were you're going mate." said the, again, somewhat manly voice. After collecting himself, Dean looked to see who it was that he had trampled over in his rush to give Wyatt the payback he deserved. He didn't recognize her. "She's a bit pale." thought Dean to himself as he looked her over. Well, he assumed it was a her, he couldn't be certain with that voice though. "Geez Dean, where's the fire?" she (Dean's going to just assume it's a female until told otherwise) said with a mildly annoyed, but also concerned tone in her voice. "I'm looking for Bray Wyatt, have you seen him?" Dean snapped. He was not happy that his quest was interrupted. "No, I haven't seen him." She said, with a lot more concern in her tone then before. Just then it occurred to Dean that this stranger apparently knew him on a first name basis. "Do I know you?" Dean said skeptically. "Uh, I'm an employee of the same company as you, we've traveled the same tour for the past ten or so months." She said. Didn't ring a bell for Dean. "So we've seen each other before then?". Paige, still looking concerned, rolled her eyes. He wasn't getting it. "Uh, Dean, have you the trainer yet, I heard you took a pretty harsh bump off the stage." She said with as much concern in her voice as ever, whoever this person was, Dean thought, she obviously cares for me at some level. Dean contemplated this, and then was angered. He didn't like sympathy. "What's it to you." Dean once again snapped at her. "Well, there's blood oozing from your head and your pupils are dilated. Oh, and apparently you have some form of amnesia because you don't remember me. And you're apparently delusional considering you're looking for Bray as if your storyline was real." This was too many words for Dean, he zoned out halfway through her explanation. "Look lady, I don't care for tea and crumpets so why don't you just stay out of my way.". It was just as Dean was getting this out of his mouth when his an eerie green glow enveloped the corner of his vision. "Dean?" Said the pale chick as Dean realized he must of fallen at some point as he was now looking up at the strange woman he had just met. He also realized that his perception of time was slowing down, for the pale girl's voice was even deeper than usual. Then, everything went dark.
Part One End