Monday morning had rolled around again and Hardcore Holly stopped by the hotel room that the Cena siblings were sharing to check on Amanda, even though he wasn't supposed to see her until Tuesday… something was nagging at him, telling him to go check on her.
"Mandy? Kiddo, you okay?" He asks as he knocked on the door… when it opened, his eyes widened as he knew right away that she was struggling to walk and he immediately rushed into the room and helped her to the bed.
"Hand me that?" Amanda asked in a quiet voice, motioning to the heating pad after the door was closed. Hardcore picked up the grey heating pad, draped it over Amanda's waist and turned the heat on medium, the tension in Amanda's body fading.
"Whoever it was, he was rough, wasn't he?" The older man asked, the young brunette nodding and Hardcore glancing at Amanda's phone when it chimed, seeing the text from Randy.
'You snuck out awfully quickly, are you alright? Did I scare you off?'
"Bastard." Hardcore growled, turning back to Amanda. "I'm gonna kill him." He says, attempting to stand up but Amanda stopped him.
"Please don't… let me handle it." Amanda says, her voice too mature sounding to belong to her.
The Alabama man gave in… he found it hard not to when those dark eyes looked at him like that.
"You're… gonna be sore for a while. Want me to get you any pain meds to take for it?" Hardcore says.
"Maybe in a bit… just not now." Amanda says, feeling his lips press to her forehead in a comforting kiss...
"You scared the absolute fuck out of me tonight, you crazy bastard!"
Bob 'Hardcore' Holly's head snapped up when he heard that and his blue green eyes locked with the hazel brown ones that belonged to the newest member of the WWE rosters.
All of 5'1", long light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, him knowing that the hair would be a few shades darker in a few years... and from his guess, Amanda weighed somewhere between 103 to 106 pounds. She was in her fuchsia leopard print ring outfit, knee pads and ring boots to protect her thin legs... and in Bob's opinion, she had too much makeup on.
The Alabama native pulled himself up to where he was standing, the 24 stitches tugging into his back… here was a girl nearing adulthood yet she already had the foul mouthed attitude of a college student in a weird combination with the wiseness of an Attitude Era veteran.
Was it really just four years ago that he was being carted out on a stretcher and asked the paramedics to stop when he saw a frightened Amanda, reached up and lightly pinched her young face, telling her that he'd be okay and she shouldn't worry?
That young girl had seemingly disappeared overnight… and the blonde knew it the second he had woken up early last week and found her incredibly sore in a way he felt that she was too inexperienced to face yet.
"I should take you over my knee and give you a spanking for your language… but you have every right to be scared after what happened." Hardcore says, the two of them hugging for a few seconds and he saw the purple lipstick on her mouth.
"I'm not used to being scared, Bob… you know that." Amanda says.
"I know, kiddo… and you're washing that stuff off your face before you leave the building tonight!" Hardcore says, laughing a bit when Amanda playfully shoved him before heading down the hallway.
He couldn't help but smile though, feeling proud that she was already career focused… but a part of him felt a bit sad.
"They always grow up… before I know it, she'll have a family of her own." Hardcore says after walking back into his locker room and closing the door.