Tama lay on the canvass, blood running down her face and on to the mat. She was in so much pain, blood was in her eyes and it stung like anything. She couldn't see. The overwhelming feeling that something wasn't right would not quit. But she got no time to process this, as Rusev stomped over to her, and gave the black haired woman lying on the mat before him a disgusted glare.
"Rusev!" Lana yelled. He looked over as the blonde woman brought up her fist, as if crushing something. "Crush!" He nodded, and Tama found herself being hauled up in to his finishing manoeuvre, the Accolade. Pain seared up her back as he cinched it in, she could feel her already protesting stomach stretched to the point she thought it would split.
"Aaargh!" she screamed aloud, the determination not to give him the satisfaction of tapping vanished as he pulled harder, and she franticly tapped out. "Please! No more! No more!" she yelled, eyes leaking tears of pain. Suddenly the crowds cheered and yelled, Rusev suddenly dropped his hold, and Tama fell again to the mat, now facing towards the walkway. Footsteps thundered across the mat, and as one person went after Rusev, the second skidded to a stop next to her. Tama tried to push herself up, but it just wasn't working. She got momentarily free of the canvass, only for her arms to give out and her face hit the floor again, landing in a patch of her own blood.
"Tama? It's ok...it's me, Seth..." the person next to her said, as she tried to figure out who it was. He tried to move some of the hair from her face, his hand ended up covered in Tama's blood as he pulled it away. He shook his head.
"Come back here you little S.O.B! When I get a hold of you I'm gonna rip you limb from bloody limb!" came another voice, vaguely familiar to Tama.
"Seth? I…I'm hurt Seth," she managed, before trying to get to her knees once again. Seth put a hand on her shoulder and she winced.
"Fucking hell...DEAN! DEAN WE NEED TO GET HER OUT OF HERE!" He yelled over her. More footsteps, and someone crouched next to her on her other side. Strong arms began to lift her up, reassuring words let her know she was ok, she would be alright. Blood dripped to the floor as they helped her out of the ring and backstage, Seth pausing as they just got backstage to tell Rusev he was going to personally end him for what he'd done. Tama couldn't see it, but there was a look of shock and horror on both Rusev's and Lana's faces. Something really wasn't quite right.
Hunter was fuming. Once Tama had done her bit, she was supposed to get in Lana's face. Rusev would then step in front of her, and Lana was to tell him she would deal with it and slap her. Then Tama and Rusev were to scrap a little, before Rusev found himself somehow tipped out the ring. He'd left that up to them, assuming the three of them were professional enough to make it believable. Except after he'd been tipped out, Rusev had gone back IN the ring, and proceeded to destroy the Rebel Diva. Stephanie had gone pale, and Seth had darted out of the room the moment Rusev had put her in the Accolade, screaming for Dean. Next thing he knew, the pair had appeared out on the screen, charging down to where Tama lay in her own blood on the ring floor. He'd never been as angry as he was right then, and he ripped in to Rusev as soon as they got backstage to their dressing room. They had barely shut the door before he exploded.
"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL WAS THAT?!" he roared. "Do you have any idea what you've done? Do you even know how much you could have hurt her, that you could have ended her career?" Lana looked on speechless, as did Stephanie. Steph had never seen Hunter as angry as he was right now either. "You know the rules for this sort of thing, you stick to the fucking script, goddamn it! Now I have to think of a cover story for why Seth and Dean were out there together, you have no idea what you've done by not following the script!" Lana grabbed the folder that had contained the scenes directions for the evening, and searched for the piece of paper in question.
"WE DID!" Rusev yelled back. "We did exactly as was written on THIS piece of paper for the show!" he roared as Lana handed Stephanie the paper. Steph read as Hunter read Rusev the riot act, and her eyes widened the further she got down the page. A hand grabbed Hunter by the arm.
"Hunter wait!" Steph said. He looked over at her, halting mid tirade. "This is not tonight's script... in fact, this isn't even in next week's script. Where did you get this?"
"It was in our folder when we got here today." Lana explained. "We were unsure if this was what was supposed to happen, but Tama seemed un-phased about it."
"She's un-phased about anything." Steph replied, handing it to Hunter. He looked it over and swore loudly. "This sort of sketch is exactly why they call her the Rebel Diva. What I don't understand is who would want her hurt?"
"You think it's deliberate?" asked Lana. Rusev swore, upset he'd been made to do someone else's dirty work.
"I do. Someone doesn't much like Feral."
"speaking of Feral, I better go see how she is," Hunter replied, before leaving the room.
Dean kicked open the door of the medical room, as Seth held Tama up. Sheamus looked up from the medical bench as the two men helped her in.
"Doc! A little help here!" Seth yelled, as Tama stumbled. Sheamus leapt off the bed as the two men helped her over and got her seated, while Doc Amann came rushing over. Sheamus stepped back, asking what had happened, horrified at the state Tama was in.
"I have no fucking clue what happened. Lana and Rusev went off script and damn near killed her, and she just went with it" Dean replied.
"Well, she would, that's what she does, but how 'off script', and why? That's not like them" Sheamus said, passing the Doc some gauze as he gestured to it.
"Fuck knows," Seth replied. There was silence for about 20 minutes, Dean paced the room like a caged lion as he waited for Tama to be seen to. She was just sitting up as Triple H came storming in to the medical room. He beckoned for Dean and Seth to come over, as Sheamus made a sharp exit.
"Hunter...what happened?" asked Dean.
"Rusev nearly annihilated her and her career. Feral's a tough chick, I'll give her that, and I admit, she'll roll with pretty much any storyline...but that...that wasn't supposed to happen." Seth added. Hunter looked past the two guys to where Tama was being assessed, her face now clear of blood save the odd dribble or two from a cut on her forehead.
"The script Lana and Rusev were supposed to have was switched out," Hunter said in a low voice. "Someone did this on purpose. Someone wanted to hurt her, and I have no idea who or why."
"Hurt Wild One?" Dean looked at Hunter alarmed.
"But she's the nicest person on the roster! Who'd do that to her?" Seth exclaimed. The sound of a ringtone filled the air, and Dean felt his pocket. He closed his eyes and his face took on an "I should have known" expression as he pulled the phone from his pocket.
"Roman?" Hunter asked. Dean nodded and took a breath before answering the phone. He went outside the medical room to talk to him. "He's gonna go apeshit."
"He'll come charging back before he's medically fit, Hunter. What do we do?"
"You let me have some measure of revenge, that's what." Tama said, and the two men looked round surprised. Tama was trying her damndest to stand and leave the medic bay, and Seth ran over, pushing her back on the bed. She scowled, and looked at him as if she could willingly kill.
"Easy Wild One, it's not that simple." Seth said.
Outside the room, the Lunatic Fringe was trying to placate the Powerhouse of the Shield over the phone.
"She's ok, Rome, you don't have to..."
"Don't give me that horseshit, Ambrose. I'm gonna be on the next plane out there. We made Wild One a promise back in NXT, tonight we failed. I'm not letting that happen again." Roman growled.
"How, Big Man? How the hell are you going to do that, when we hit the UK in a matter of weeks, and you aren't even medically clear?" Dean asked.
"I'll figure it out when I get there. I don't break my word, Ambrose,"
"And neither do we, Rome, but no one knows who's to blame right now. Charging up here and decimating Rusev will do sweet F. A."
"What do you mean?" There was confusion in Roman's voice as Dean spoke.
"Her script was switched out. Tam's said to go out and have Rusev attack her yes, but Rusev's script said to beat the crap out of her and put her in the accolade." He ran a hand through his wet curls, waiting for Roman's response.
"Someone did it on purpose? Wait...are you serious here?" he asked.
"Someone wants to hurt our girl, Roman. But till we know who, and why, there's nothing we can do. So you, need to stay put till you're medically clear." Dean said, voicing the thoughts Roman hadn't wanted to. There was an angry growl from the phone, and the sound of something being grabbed. "Put down whatever you just grabbed to throw, Reigns."
"I wasn't" the sound of something being put down came to Dean's ears.
"Sure you weren't." Dean smiled.
Author's Note: I'll admit, I have no idea where this was going, it was just an idea that wouldn't quit. Any ideas you think might follow, just let me know and I'll see if I can work it in! Enjoy! Zelkina x
