Thanks again for the reviews. I'm glad no one got upset with Test even though he sounds like a schmuck in the ring. I love him and will forever be a Testicle! (I'll never forget you, Andrew Martin - March 17, 1975 – March 12, 2009)

Please see Chapter 1 for disclaimers.

David's eyes snapped open when he heard all of the air gust out of her lungs through her mouth. He sat up on his knees and looked at her. Her eyes were closed and they didn't appear to be moving. He bent down close to her ear and asked if she was alright. He got no response. The fans ringside were up; out of their seats, silently staring, mouths agape.

David grabbed her hand, telling her to squeeze his if she could hear him. Again no reply, nothing. Fear clutched his heart. He yelled for the EMTs as he placed two fingers on her neck to check for a pulse. He couldn't tell if the slight throbbing he felt was coming from her neck or his fingers. He let out a frustrated curse. He looked at her chest trying to decide where his hands should be placed before he started pumping her chest. He clasped his hands together, one on top of the other, before looking at her face again. Just as he began to lower his hands he noticed a tear escape from one of her closed eyelids. She immediately began to gasp for air. Rolling over onto her side, she struggled for every breath she took. It seemed to him that it took an eternity for her breathing to stabilize. When she finally came around she opened her eyes and looked into David's concerned face.

"Baba," she whispered.

He smiled. "Yeah, it's me."

The EMTs arrived to check her out. David moved back to give them room. They provided her with an oxygen mask. She took three deep breaths as the paramedics checked her pulse and her pupils. She pulled the mask off of her face and pushed herself up into a sitting position. The EMTs tried to restrain her, but she resisted with all of her might. She slowly tried to stand up on her own as she waived them off. David quickly hooked one of her arms around his waist and helped her up. She leaned heavily against him. He instinctively scooped her up and held her in his arms. She rested her head against his shoulder. He talked to her as he made his way up the ramp. Paul, Ric and Randy followed them; leaving Jason and Andrew sprawled out on the mats. The crowd began to cheer.

"Was I out so long that the next match has already started?" she asked weakly.

"No. They're cheering for you" David said, looking into her eyes.

She thought for a second before asking, "Will you stop once we get to the top of the ramp, please? I want to see them." David complied and turned around so she could view the crowd. She raised her free arm, lifting it high for all to see. The crowd cheered even harder.

David carried her to the room that served as triage. He placed her gently on an examining table and stood over her. Randy, Ric and Paul crowded the other side of the table asking her if she was okay. She nodded. The staff doctor had everyone but the patient ushered out into the hallway.

David leaned against the wall next to the door. He looked up at the ceiling, and then closed his eyes.

"What happened? Her eyes were really glassed over," Randy asked.

David replied as if he were talking to himself, "She was unconscious for about 10 seconds, not breathing. Scared the shit out of me man."

"Well, she's going to be okay, right?"

"I hope so," David replied quietly.

They were all silent for a few seconds.

"Of course she'll be alright. She's tough." Ric exclaimed. "We didn't pick her up as our manager because she's some little weakling." Paul and Randy nodded in agreement. David looked at the floor.

Andrew and Jason stopped by to check on her status. They wound up waiting with the other guys in the hallway. About 20 minutes later the door opened and Duchess emerged from the examination room. She looked tired, but a whole lot better. All the guys clamored, asking many questions all at once.

"I'm fine guys. Really," she said. "I just got the wind knocked out of me and kinda forgot to breathe, but I'm good now, except for one thing."

"What?" they all asked in unison.

"Did anyone happen to get my other shoe? I feel like a complete idiot hobbling around in one heel."

Randy stepped forward and handed her shoe to her. She smiled before saying, "Thanks, Randy. Good lookin' out." She tossed the shoe on the floor and slipped her foot into it. She turned to David.

"Thank you, Baba. That was one hell of a spear," she laughed, "And I know that wasn't your all."

He stood there speechless for a second. "I wasn't trying to hurt you," he said solemnly.

"I know you weren't and because of that I'm okay," she replied.

"We should get you to your room" Paul interjected.

"Actually the Doc wants me to stay awake for the next couple of hours to make sure I don't have any sort of head injury. He didn't find anything wrong, but wants to take precautions," Duchess said. "So, if any of you fine gentlemen would care to keep me company, I'd love to go get something to eat. I'm starving."

"Alright, fellas. The lady has spoken," Ric said. "Let's get cleaned up and meet back at the side entrance of the arena in about 30 minutes. I'll have a limo waiting." Everyone rushed off to their dressing rooms to change.

Duchess showered and changed into a short-sleeved red silk cocktail dress, black hose and heels. She fixed her makeup and decided to pin her hair up, letting a few strands randomly frame her face. After packing up all of her things she joined her stable mates in the main dressing room. The guys stopped whatever they were doing at looked at her.

Ric rushed over to her with his arms outstretched. He turned to the other guys and said, "This is exactly why we call her Duchess, am I right?" as he swept his left hand in a grand gesture in front of her. They all agreed, David especially.

"Thank you all so very much," she said in her best British accent as she curtseyed.

Ric clapped his hands together. "Alright, people, let's get this show on the road." He took her bag from her so that she was left to carry nothing but her purse.

Everyone was headed to the door when her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID. "I'm going to have to take this, it's Vince. I'll meet you all at the car in a couple of minutes," she said. The guys nodded and began to file out of the room, David leaving last to glance at her once more.

"Hi, Vince," she said. "No, I'm fine. Just going to get some dinner with my guys."

David smiled to himself as he closed the door behind him.

Duchess ended her phone conversation a few minutes later and walked down the corridor to meet up with her partners. She came in on the tail end of what looked like something that could turn ugly quickly.

"I can't understand why you'd hit her like that. She's a woman for God's sake!" Jason said to David. "Man, you're lucky it wasn't worse than what it was."

Ric shook his head and rolled his eyes, he could see where this was headed. Randy shifted from one foot to the other in anticipation of the argument or fist fight that loomed on the horizon. David stood there caught between emotions; guilt and anger. He felt it best if he kept his mouth shut for the time being. There was no point of getting into it with Jason unless he put his hands on him. Besides, Jason was famous for hopping on his high horse when someone made a mistake.

"Why don't you give it a rest, Jason? Dave didn't hurt her on purpose," Paul said in defense of his friend.

As if Jason had ignored everything Paul had said, he continued berating David. "I got the chance to watch the replay and it was like a Mack truck running over a bicycle. Unbelievable! I wouldn't be surprised in the least if she decides to sue you. You should seriously think about taking 'Wrestling Safety 101' again because you failed tonight."

Andrew stared at Jason in shock. Tension hung heavy in the air. Everyone was on guard, ready to do whatever it would take to shut Jason up. They didn't have to wait long. Duchess walked up on the group from behind.

"Is that really what you think? That Baba rendered me unconscious on purpose or due to disregard for safety?" she questioned as she stood beside David. "Well, the truth is, as I stated earlier if you were listening, I didn't do my part!" she said to the group as a whole, "I was unprepared. I was knocked out because of my own lack of planning. It had nothing to do with him." She took a deep breath before continuing, "So, if this is the way the conversation is going to go tonight I'd rather go back to my room and go to sleep. I don't need the headache."

Everyone was speechless for a second.

"Catt, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking," Jason said, frozen in the spot he was standing in.

"That's fine, Jason, but your apology shouldn't be directed at me."

Jason looked from her to David. "I'm sorry, Dave. I was entirely out of line for saying the things I said to you," he said extending his hand. The two men shook hands.

"Good. Now can we go eat? Y'all know I'm not the nicest person when I'm hungry," Duchess said, flashing a smile before walking to the exit.

Ric looked around at the other guys, refraining from laughing at the shock on their faces. "Well, c'mon before she gets on someone else. Let's go!" he said with a chuckle.