Dean was positive this was why Dr. Andrews told him not to go to WWE shows. Nothing he could do about it now and his ankle was already screwed up. It wasn't like he had to protect his ankle for his career anymore. He might have trouble walking but he could deal with that later.

His old tag partner Sami Callihan, who now wrestled in NXT as Solomon Crow, moved towards him.

"Hey Mox," he greeted. "This is going to be crazier than anything we ever did in CZW."

"Tell me about it," Dean said eying the men that were coming closer. He held his crutch. He was also ready to dive at them if need be. Time to let the Mox out, he thought.

The lights went out.

"The Wyatts don't play fair," one person complained.

Dean held the crutch ready to hit anyone that touched him. He hoped none of the divas tried to get a hold of him. "Sami," he hissed.

There was no answer.

"Roman?"

How did everything get so quiet in a room full of people? He wondered. Suddenly there was a sound of a scuffle. He was shoved backwards. As he fell backwards, he hit the person with the crutch.

There was a chuckle. "You are two for two on hitting your Shield Brothers with crutches today."

Dean was mad now. He tried to use his crutches to stand up but they were taken away from him. He felt two arms pull him up. He struggled as he was thrown over someone's shoulder. An arm held him in place. He was carried out of the room.

Roman got up angry about his split lip. He didn't blame Dean. Dean had no idea it was him trying to push him away from Bray. It was too dark to see but he didn't see Bray's silhouette nearby. "Dean?" He called but got no answer. The lights came on and Dean was gone. Dean's crutches were lying in the ring.

Dean blinked at the harsh lights as he was placed in a chair. The stupid rocking chair he noticed. He glared at Seth who stood directly in front of him. He looked around for the rest of the Wyatts but he didn't see them. "What do you want Seth," he demanded.

Seth didn't answer. He was too busy looking around behind him. "I should have thought this through," he muttered.

"Thought what through," Dean asked startling him out of his thoughts but he still didn't answer him. "Hey I thought I was the crazy one."

Seth started to frantically search the room. He started to throw things and Dean had to duck to avoid being hit with anything. He realized he was in a storage room and it wasn't a rocking chair he was sitting in. Seth turned around and had something in his hand but Dean couldn't see what it was.

"Just like he promised," Seth said approaching Dean. Dean finally saw what it was.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed. Seth had lost his mind. There was no other plausible explanation for why Seth was holding a knife. Dean used his good foot to try to kick it out of the younger man's hand.

Seth's eyes looked clear for a moment. "Quit it!" He said to Dean. "I'm not going to use this on you! This is our way out of here."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," Dean said standing up on his good foot. He knew he wouldn't get far but he was willing to chance it.

"You don't have a choice," Seth said. "You don't have your crutches and the place is crawling with Wyatt members. I'm about your only option of getting out of here."

"We are still in the Performance Center," Dean reminded him. "There are a lot of non Wyatts here too."

Seth just smirked at him.

"Whose side are you on anyway?" Dean asked.

"My side," Seth said. He grabbed him and tried to throw him over his shoulder but he struggled too much. "Dean stop it! I'm going to get you out of here!"

"Considering you aren't mentally stable, I have a better chance of getting out of here by myself."

Talk about the kettle calling the pot black! We need to get out of here!"

Dean sighed knowing Seth had a point. He let Seth pick him up and put him over his shoulder. As they made their way through the Performance Center, Dean heard a crack of thunder. He jumped as much as one could when they are being carried. Seth tightened his grip and opened the door. Dean was assaulted by rain.

"Could anything go right today," Seth said in frustration.

A car horn honked and Seth carefully made his way across the parking lot and over to a waiting van. He placed Dean inside before climbing in behind him. Dean struggled to a sitting position.

"Are you shitting me?" Dean asked as soon as he saw who the driver was. "Let me out! I'll take my chances with the Wyatts."

"Funny," Corey Graves said, "I was thinking the same thing."