A sweet landing
"One, Two, Three jump!" Paul yelled. They jumped just in time as the cage came all the way off the hinges and fell leaving a loud thud in the arena. The fans and everyone else were unaware if Paul and Randy survived the jump or not. Before they could react to what had just happened they saw Paul stand up holding his head, but Randy was still lying on the ground. Paul noticed and ran to his side and knelt down to see if he was breathing." Come on Randy don't do this wake up come on man wake up." He told him as he waved for the trainers to come out, but before they approached him Randy opened his eyes with a smirk on his face. Paul saw this and asked with confusion," Hey Randy you okay you have a strange smirk on your face." Yeah I'm good my back hurts like hell but I'll live that's the craziest thing I've ever done, and I have done some crazy things in my career." He told Paul standing up using the announcement table for support. "Yeah that was crazy, but at least we survived the fall with just minor bruises." Paul said laughing.
"Yeah we did and thanks for saving my life I mean you could've fallen in the process trying to save me."Randy told him. "No problem buddy besides the only reason I could keep my grip on the cage was because of the tape on my wrists and hands."He told him showing him his hands. Randy nodded his head in agreement Paul was right if he hadn't wrapped his hands real tight, he could have easily lose his grip and they both fall to their death. "Yeah good thing thanks again, now let's let the fans know we're okay." Randy told him and Paul nodded his head as they both threw their hands in the air to let the fans know that they were both okay. With that gesture made the fans jumped on their feet and started cheering as the trainers helped both Paul and Randy up the ramp and to the back to make sure they were okay. Meanwhile…..in the parking lot of the arena, in a dark blue mustang sat a man in sunglasses.
"If you think this is over you're far from it and soon you'll know who I am and when you do I will get sweet revenge!" He said laughing to himself. Suddenly, the man's phone rung and he answered, "Hey did it work?" The man on the phone asked him. "No he's still alive but not for very long I've sent the last note through a message from the security guy who is dead by the way and I'm sure they'll know what it means." He told him laughing. The other man nodded his head even though no one could see him.
"Just make sure you know who is with you at the show so we can go over our plans of killing Paul and his friends." He told him not waiting on an answer he hung up his phone and drove off into the darkness and disappeared. Back in the arena the trainers were making sure that Randy and Paul were okay. Besides, a concussion and a few broken ribs they were good and could go back to the hotel and just rest for a few days. "Thanks Ryan and don't worry I won't wrestle until I get a green light from you okay." Paul told his trainer smiling. "Good!" Ryan told him wrapping up his ribs carefully. "That goes for you too!" said Randy's trainer Thomas. "Okay" said Randy as he winced in pain when Thomas finished wrapping his ribs as well and bandaging his hand since he cut it on the cage when he had lost his grip. Luckily it wasn't that deep of a cut so he didn't need stitches, he just had to make sure he re wrapped it every day and night so it wouldn't get infected. After they got cleaned up everyone headed back to the hotel in hopes that tomorrow would be better for them all, especially Paul because he knew he was going to have to fight the punk sooner or later. He just didn't know when or where it would happen. He just wanted to know what he was going up against so he could be prepared to kick their asses no matter how big or strong this guy was Paul knew that mind could conquer over power no matter who they were he was going to be ready and he was going to win this so called game. If this game was over for anyone it wasn't going to be him because he is the game and he is that damn good.