A/N: All of your guys' comments are very much appreciated, so thank you all for reviewing. This fic is way more popular than I ever imagined it would be, with over 6,000 views, so keep passing the word along about this fic, and here is Chapter 11. Enjoy, and keep on telling me what you think. :)
Look After You, Chapter 11
The second that Randy stepped through the door, a huge hand shot out of nowhere and closed around his throat. Randy let out a strangled yelp as he was lifted right off his feet by the Big Show, who had been lying in wait just beyond the doorway. The World's Largest Athlete just smiled coldly while Randy scrabbled at the fingers around his throat futilely, the Viper's eyes burning with rage.
"You shoulda knocked first," Big Show sneered. Then he threw Randy to the side as carelessly as if he were a rag doll. Randy's back struck the wall first, his head following soon after. Bright dots burst across his vision, and everything went dark as he slid down the wall to crumple on the floor.
"Randy!" John roared, running into the room just in time to see his best friend go limp. Then his view of Randy was blocked by the Big Show, and a large fist came out of nowhere and slammed into his face. John fell back into Punk, who had appeared in the doorway with Sheamus and Ted just behind him. Punk managed to catch the Cenation leader, and he looked up over John's head to see Big Show coming at them, a snarl on his face.
"Move!" Punk yelled to Ted and Sheamus, and the two of them quickly dove out of the way as Big Show ran at them. Punk backed out of the room as fast as he could, dragging a semi-conscious John with him. He somehow made it back out into the hall and he deposited John on the floor, looking around for Sheamus and Ted as he did so. He could see the pale-skinned Celtic Warrior farther down the hall, but he failed to locate Ted. "Where's Ted?" he shouted to Sheamus.
"I thought he was with you!" Sheamus yelled back. Punk's blood ran cold as he heard another vicious yell from Big Show, and he sprang over John's limp body and sprinted for the door to the hotel room, Sheamus hot on his heels.
They both shot into the room screaming various war cries at the tops of their lungs, and were just in time to see Big Show seize Ted by the throat as well. But before the giant could lift him up, Sheamus put his head down and charged at the World's Largest Athlete. The Celtic Warrior speared Big Show, knocking the giant off his feet and causing him to release Ted. Punk ran over to him as Sheamus punched Big Show repeatedly, trying to knock him out.
"What the hell were you thinking? You should've waited for us!" Punk hissed, kneeling down beside Ted, who had collapsed to the floor after Big Show let him go.
"That bastard's helping Bryan," Ted growled, rubbing the red marks left by Show's fingers on his throat. "I heard Show talking to him. He's in here somewhere."
That caught Punk's attention, and his green eyes darkened. "Stay here," he ordered Ted, who, of course, didn't listen and followed the Straight-Edge Superstar over to Sheamus.
"I think you got him, Sheamus," Punk told the Irish Superstar, who was still punching Show in the face even though the giant's eyes were closed and he had obviously passed out.
Sheamus stopped, his chest heaving and sweat glistening on his face. "I just wanted to make sure," he muttered, slowly getting to his feet. He glanced over at Randy, who was still lying in a heap by the door. "Is he okay?"
Punk turned to look at the injured Viper as well, and he felt a faint spark of concern. Blood was trickling down the back of Randy's neck and staining the collar of his T-shirt. But the rage he felt towards Daniel Bryan overrode the concern he felt for Randy, so he turned his back on the wounded man. "I don't know, but we don't have time to check right now. We have to get Bryan."
The three of them started scouring the room, whipping open closet doors and checking under the bed. Ted even opened the refrigerator door and poked his head in, then shut it when he confirmed that Bryan wasn't in there.
Sheamus walked over to the bathroom. He stepped inside and reached for the handle of the frosted-glass shower door, but before his fingers touched it it swung open, and something hard and wooden slammed into the side of his head. The Celtic Warrior went down like a sack of bricks, one of his flailing hands striking a bottle of lotion sitting on the counter and knocking it to the floor.
Out in the bedroom, Ted heard the thud of the bottle striking the tiled floor and went to investigate. He poked his head into the bathroom, and just as his eyes landed on Sheamus' still form sprawled across the floor something heavy appeared out of the corner of his eye and smashed into his side. He let out a yelp as he fell to his knees, holding his side. He was sure that at least two of his ribs were broken, and just as he opened his mouth to yell for Punk, the same thing that had hit him earlier struck him in the back of the head, and he slid to the floor, Punk's name dying on his lips.
Punk ran out of the kitchen and raced for the bathroom door. He had heard Ted's yelp of pain and was ready to kick whoever's ass had hurt him. He skidded through the bathroom doorway, catching sight of Ted and Sheamus' bodies lying side-by-side. His heart slammed against his rib cage when he noticed that they weren't moving, and his instincts screamed at him to turn around. So he did, but he was too late to stop the wooden bat from striking him in the knee. He let out a roar of agony and went down on his good knee. He looked up at Daniel Bryan, who was standing above him with a smirk on his lips and the bat held at the ready.
"Really, Punk," Daniel said, his tone mocking. "Did you honestly think that you could outsmart me? I'm too hard to catch, even for you."
Punk spat at him, and Daniel just laughed loudly. "Defiant to the end, aren't you?" he asked, shaking his head. "Fine, be that way."
Daniel hefted the bat, and the last thought that went through his head before the bat slammed into his skull was that AJ would worry about him when he didn't come back.