Traffic plagued the route [Name] and her best friend were on, but just in the distance they could see the Cincinnati highway sign.

[Name] was a huge WWE fan who finally tossed together the cash to take a trip down to their first Monday Night Raw event. She was thrilled, though her friend rarely watched wrestling on TV anyway.

"Aren't you excited?" the girl spoke.

"Dude [Name], we still have three hours to get there. Dean Ambrose can wait," her friend sighed.

"I know Dean can wait, but aren't you excited to see Seth Rollins?" [Name] asked.

Her friend nodded, "yes, but pull into the lane next to us and take a detour, we can still get there with that road." [Name] took the way her friend had pointed out, following their GPS though the town.

She glanced at the prostitutes walking around, not knowing much about what went down there at dusk. [Name] spotted one in a skirt and tiny top, seeing that she looked like one of the girls that went to school with her years ago. Shaking her head, the woman drove to the arena, seeing cars parked from blocks down.

"I guess we're parking here, and walking.." [Name] sighed. A little while later the girls got in line, seeing WWE superstars and Divas carrying their things into the arena.

"There's Neville!" [Name] pointed out to her best friend. The friendly Englishman waved at both of them, and the two waved back.

"I see Ambrose," her friend teased.

"Oh! Where?" [Name] spoke, glancing around quickly. Her friend muttered something before dragging the woman through the line and into the building once the doors opened.

The venue was packed, and people immediately hurried to the merchandise table to buy their things early before the show started. [Name] soon realized she hadn't even used to the restroom since the last stop, grabbing her friend and hurrying to the nearest restrooms so the girl could hold [Name]'s stuff while she was in the restroom.

They found their seats, though [Name] was disappointed that they weren't in the seats that wrestlers tossed their shirts to. With 45 minutes to spare, [Name] and her friend decided to sit tight for the show.


All three men were glad to be back on their feet and walking around after a car trip.

Dean had snuck away to find Roman Reigns, leaving Neville and Cesaro to carry their own luggage into the building.

Upon entering through the back of the venue, Neville spotted a WWE staff member sitting in a chair off to the side. A nurse was with him, asking him questions and examining him. The poor man looked pale and sick, Neville hoped he was okay.

Ignoring the scene, the Brit followed his friend into the locker room to change for the event.

Neville was geared up and ready to go, waiting for his cue to go on about an hour into the live episode of Raw. The energy was intense, even before he got out to the ring to wrestle Heath Slater. In an instance it was all over, and the fans wanted more of the Man that Gravity forgot as he headed backstage.

In another hour the event was over, yet Cesaro had told Neville to stick around while Ambrose was still at the venue. He had no clue were the Lunatic Fringe was, and Neville really didn't feel like sticking around late. But he still waited, with his bag of luggage sitting by his feet.

"Hey guys, guys!" Dean shouted down the hall, hastily making his way over to both men.

Both stood up to greet him. "Are we goin'?" Neville asked.

Dean shook his head, "can't. Someone slashed our tires, and it's way too damn quiet out there. The fans left but it's just too quiet…"

The Brit gritted his teeth lightly, "someone slashed our tires?" he repeated.

"Look, I dunno what the hell is going on, but I think we might have to walk to the nearest tire shop. Especially if we want to catch up to the others and head to the next city. We're still on the clock." Cesaro stated.

"Ugh – alright. Let's go.." Neville spoke.

Something clattered to the floor down one of the halls, causing Neville to jolt. "—the hell?" he muttered. Both Cesaro and Ambrose had heard it as well.

"I know we're not alone, the staff still has to clean up and pack the ring back up." Cesaro commented.

"I still think we should check it out, that crash sounded really nasty," the Englishman spoke. Dean shrugged his shoulders, going after the Brit as he hurried down.

"This is not a good idea!" Dean called after him.

"Is that blood? Over there, on the wall—" Cesaro spoke.

Ambrose glanced to the wall he pointed to. "Shit, it might be.. Better keep an eye on pipsqueak – told you something was up," Cesaro shook his head, going ahead to keep an eye on Neville. They had to stay together as a small group anyway.