I could feel tears starting to pool in my eyes. I wasn't sure what I had stumbled into, but it wasn't good. I knew that I was in trouble. I just knew it. There were footprints behind me. I turned around and I could see silhouettes getting closer. I got down on my knees and I quickly crawled over to the closest row of seats. I wasn't sure if I'd been seen yet.

I heard whispering getting closer. And finally, a tall slim guy with red hair walked through the tunnel I'd just escaped through. He went down a few steps towards the ring before he stopped. "Hunter, there's no one up here except the few security guards. What do you want us to do?" Then the other guy walked through the tunnel.

He didn't notice me right away, so I continued to crawl silently away from them.

"Listen, Slater, there's obviously someone here. We all fucking heard it. Find him and bring him to me."

Chairs were slammed. The sound echoed again. Then I heard a high shrill voice. She sounded shocked. "There's movement up there! Rhodes look over there!" That's when I knew they spotted me.

"We found her!"

I got up to my feet and I ran to the next tunnel over. The commotion got louder and louder and I could hear the feet scrambling after me. Shit! I made it to the next tunnel and I ran through it, all the while I could hear Phil's voice in the back of my mind yelling "Run Jess! Get the fuck out of here!"

I did just that. I ran. I ran out to the right with my purse in my hand. I was hoping to come to an exit past the next few tunnels, but there wasn't anything but bathrooms and concession stands. I kept running. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. I needed to get the hell out of there.

Around another curve, I could finally see a large set of doors. Just make it to there Jessie! You can do it! Just make it to the doors and you'll be fine! I was running out of breath but I kept running. A couple more tunnels to go and I'm there. But out of the second to last tunnel, the tall red-haired guy sprinted out and tackled me from the side.

We fell to the floor and he pinned me down. It took a few seconds before the other guy finally came over to us. "This bitch can run." Both nodded.

After another minute of catching their breaths, the red-head lifted me to my feet by my arms. My legs were wobbly after running, and it was hard for me to walk. They both had a hold of one of my arms, leading me back through the tunnel. I could feel the streaks of the tears on my cheeks. I hadn't realized that I'd been crying.

We made it down to the barrier. They let go of my arms. I wasn't sure if I could climb the barrier with my wobbly legs. But before I had a choice, one of them lifted me by the waist and hoisted me over. They followed me and went back to holding my arms.

They walked me over to the man in charge, and they threw me at the ground. I laid there on my side as I tried to catch the remaining breath I needed. These guys were quick to everything they were doing. I was lifted back up to my feet and I was thrown against the side of the ring. It stung and it knocked out the only breath I had left.

"Hunter, leave her the hell out of this."

I felt a sharp blow to my stomach and I laid on the mat in agony.

"Hunter leave her the fuck alone!"

Hunter chuckled and then stepped over me to get into the ring. "Listen Punk. I don't know who the hell you think you are. She is gonna jeopardize everything that we've worked for. Do you understand that? If she tells anybody what goes on down here, there's gonna be a full on investigation."

I felt more tears escaping as I clutched my stomach.

"Lesnar, bring her up here. Big Show, you and Christian get up here as well."

I had no time to brace myself for the large man that hovered over me. He lifted me up quickly and rolled me into the ring. I was able to prop myself up on my elbows and look up at Hunter. His face had gotten real red.

Hunter cleared his throat and shook his head a little bit. After taking a large breath he turned at the other guys that followed me into the ring. "Alright Christian, you get the privilege of holding this young lady in that corner over there." He pointed behind me.

Christian was a tall and slim guy with a mean look about him. He smiled slyly as he approached me. I tried to back away, but he caught me by the ankle. I tried to kick at him, but he climbed on top of me. He wrapped his hands around my throat and started choking me saying "shhhhh." I closed my eyes, hoping he would stop.

"Hunter stop hurting her and take it out on me." Phil's voice was broken. I could tell he was hurt and pissed off.

"Punk don't fucking speak right now." His voice paused momentarily. I kept my eyes shut. "Christian, pick her the fuck up and hold her in the corner. If you can't handle that job, then you'll get the shit beat out of you too."

His hands disappeared from my throat, and they reappeared around my waist. He lifted me up onto my feet. As he held me up, he moved around to where he was standing behind me. He walked me over to the corner. He leaned against the corner and he wrapped a large arm back around my throat. I gripped his arm, trying to loosen it, but it was no use.

Hunter glared at me. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

I was having difficulty breathing. How could I answer his questions? "Please…just let…me go," was all I could get out in small breaths.

He shook his head and walked towards me. He leaned down so his face was right in front of me. "It doesn't fucking work that way here. Do you have any idea what you found tonight?"

More tears fell from my eyes as I shook my head.

"See, this is a thing we like to do to make some extra cash, and to give ourselves a name. You, my dear, will be back here next week. You got that?"

I nodded and finally he backed away. Christian's arm was still tight around my throat. I could see the pain in Phillip's eyes as he looked at me. He shook his head at me as Hunter approached him.

"Now Punk. You should know more than anyone what the consequences are of a situation like this. You lose this match, therefore Ted gets $4,900. You're gonna fight again next week against someone of my fucking choice, and you're gonna be punished for tonight. You got that?"

Phil nodded as he stood toe-to-toe with Hunter. Hunter pointed at the large man that rolled me into the ring, and he motioned for him to get closer. He did the same thing with the other large man that stood in the ring. He looked to the two large men and then back at Punk.

He turned around and looked around at the other superstars who were watching. Some had horrified looks, and some were in shock. I should have never come by myself. I should've waited for Phil to text me back before I did anything.

"Cena!" Hunter's voice was louder than it previously was. "Since you're the number 1 here, you get first choice." A small smile appeared on his face as if he was proud of what was going to take place.

I glanced over at where John Cena was leaned back in a steel chair. He shook his head in disgust. "Fuck off Hunter. You know this is so fucking wrong."

Hunter sighed and went silent for a few minutes. "Alright. Fine. Everyone else, go home. We're canceling tonight. Out. Now. You all got 5 minutes to clear the fuck out."

Everyone cleared within a minute or two. Everyone except Cena.

"Cena, get the fuck out of here unless you're gonna partake. You know as well as everyone else here, that this is a policy that needs to be followed."

He shook his head. "Hunter, I understand the policy, but you know it's not right for a girl to get the shit beat out of her. I'm pretty sure there's a misunderstanding about what she's doing here in the first place."

Hunter sighed again. "Cena, if you're gonna stay, I'm gonna make sure she takes a hit or two. You wanna keep talkin'?" He turned back around in my direction and smiled. "Christian, she's all yours." Then he turned back towards Phil, who hasn't moved the whole time.

"Alright…Paul, Brock decide which position you're gonna take. If you wanna switch after a little bit then feel free." He turned around and crawled out of the ring. "Go ahead guys. Have fun." He walked over to where Cena was standing. He whispered something to him. Cena was pissed about whatever was said. He gave us each one last look before walking out.

I felt Christian's smile as he buried his face in my neck. His arm was still tightened around my neck. His other hand was moving freely up and down my body. I flinched with every touch, but there was nothing I could do to escape his grasp.

One of the large guys stood behind my boyfriend, grabbing his arms and holding him in place. The other one started punching him in the stomach. I struggled with Christian to try and get free. The men took turns beating Phillip Brooks as I watched on.

It was a while before they finally stopped. The two large men threw Phil down in the middle of the ring. He was bleeding pretty bad.

Finally Christian did the same thing. He threw me down towards Phil, and I collapsed. After a little while, we were the only ones left in the arena. I wept silently next to Phillip and after a little bit he got up on his knees, coughing up blood. I got up and crawled over to him.

"Are you okay?" I said between sobs.

He shook his head as he wiped some of the blood from his face. He spat a few times away from me before he finally sat up on his knees. I did the same and I moved closer.

"I'm so sorry Phillip." I cried some more.

We were both silent, other than the sound of my sobbing. We sat there for another few minutes before he struggled to get to his feet. He held out a bloody hand to me, and I grabbed it. "Let's get the fuck out of here." I nodded.

We got out of the ring, and he held onto me tightly as we walked towards the backstage area. He led us towards the tunnel that led to the garage where his limo was parked.

We rode home in silence. He was very distant. I messed up big time tonight. I knew things weren't going to be okay between us after tonight. As we pulled up in front of the hotel, he crawled towards the front of the back area towards a bag. He pulled out another big black hoodie. He turned and threw it at me. "Put this on."

I did as he told me and threw the hoodie on over myself. It was large, but it was able to hide what he just went through. He did the same. With hoods up, we got out of the limo. He held my hand as we walked through the lobby and rode the elevator up to our floor.

Just like it was before, the floor was completely silent. There were a few televisions making sounds as we walked down to our room, but other than that, nothing made a sound.

We walked into the room and we both stood just inside the door. He reached behind me and closed the door. He looked down at me. He looked terrible. He pointed towards the bed. "Sit."

I did as I was told. I sat on the bed and waited for him to come out of the bathroom. I assumed he was cleaning himself up a little bit. I was waiting for at least a few minutes.

When he came out, he wasn't wearing a shirt. He had on sweatpants, and he was holding a washcloth to his lip. He looked over at me, shook his head and began to pace back and forth across the room. He was shaking uncontrollably.

"Phillip I'm sorry," I whispered to him.

He chuckled and shook his head. "What the fuck were you doing there tonight Jess? Did you follow me back there? Did you really think you'd be able to see what the hell I was doing tonight Jess?"

I started crying again. I shook my head. He must not have gotten my text. "My purse was at the arena."

"Bull shit! You wanted to go so badly tonight. Admit it."

"No, Phil, I didn't follow you. I had no idea you were going to be there. I had absolutely no idea that there would be something going on there tonight. Please believe me!"

He sighed. "You are so fucking unbelievable Jess. Really. I can't believe you did something like this tonight."

Finally I stood up. "Look, I'm sorry I got you hurt tonight. I really am. But please stop blaming me! It was an honest mistake!" I sighed and looked at my purse that I threw on the floor when we got back. "I left my purse at the arena. I took a cab to get there and get it. I got my purse, and on the way out, I heard voices. I looked down and saw everyone. I saw you."

I turned away from him and folded my arms in front of me as I cried some more.

He sighed and walked in front of me. He pulled me into his arms and held me close. Together we sat down on the bed and I continued to lean into him. "I'm so sorry Phil. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I really didn't. Please don't hate me. If you don't wanna be together anymore I'll understand. Just don't hate me.

He lifted my chin to look at him again. "Jess, I'm sorry. I'm overreacting." He kissed my forehead and I leaned into him again. "Are you okay?"

I nearly forgot about the agonizing pain in my stomach from that large boot. I reached down to touch it and it stung. I flinched and I grimaced.

"Let me see it," he said. He helped me lay back in the bed and he lifted up my t-shirt and tank top. In the three months we've been together, I've never seen him show a lot of emotion. I swear there were tears forming in his eyes. He stood up and threw his hands on top of his head, and he began pacing again.

"How does it look?" I tried to smile at him, but I don't think my face agreed.

He took a large breath and blew it out before he finally stopped pacing again. "I'm gonna kill him. If he ever comes near you again Jess, I'm gonna kill him."

"So…it doesn't look good at all…?"

He half-smiled and came back over to me. "No Jess, it looks like shit. The bruising is probably gonna be as dark as the tattoo it's next to."

I tried to half-way sit up to glance at it, but it hurt too bad, so I laid back down. "It didn't damage my tattoo did it?"

He helped me sit up again and then wrapped his arm around me. "No the tat is fine." He pressed his forehead against mine and we sat there for a few minutes leaning into each other.

"I can't believe I let this happen tonight. I'm so sorry Phillip Brooks."

He stared into my eyes. "Look, I'm gonna make sure that nothing happens to you. Okay? I'm gonna make sure that Hunter knows you're off limits."

"Phil it's fine. I can take care of myself. I'm a big girl too. Remember?"

He smiled and so did I. "I think it's time for bed Jess. I think it's safe to say our nights were extremely shitty."

I chuckled and he helped me up. We got undressed and we laid down next to each other. I wrapped myself in his arms and we fell asleep cuddling. I'm hoping that for next week, nothing this bad happens again.