Dean glanced worriedly around him for any kind of weapon he could protect himself with but he found nothing. He was in so much trouble right now. There were four of them and only one of him and he wasn't sure if this was a motel or a private house so he didn't know if anyone would hear him if he tried to yell for help. He wondered briefly what he did to deserve to be singled out by Triple H's fury. He never asked to be in Evolution.

He glanced down at his bag and knew where his cellphone was if Triple H hadn't taken it out or moved it but he also knew that he would never get the chance to grab it. He was so screwed right now.

Triple h started to roll up his shirt sleeves ready to strike.

Ambrose decided to try the only thing he could think of. He charged at Triple H which took him by surprise. He ran for the door and found Orton and Batista standing there. Bray was correct. There was nowhere for him to go.

Orton smirked at him and pushed him back into the room. "Need any help Hunter?" He asked.

"No I've got it. Dean's just a little scared and thought he could escape." Hunter said with a chuckle. "He now knows there's no escape."

He reached into Dean's bag and pulled out his trusty sledgehammer and held it up menacingly. "Let's get started."

Dean wasn't going to go down without a fight. He swung widely at Hunter. Hunter struck back with a blow to the ribs. Ambrose went down gasping for air. It took one blow to send him to his knees.

Hunter smirked down at him. "I almost forgot about your bad ribs." He raised his sledgehammer again and hit him in the ribs. This time it sent him sprawling to the floor. Triple H held the sledgehammer up again and hit Ambrose in the knee. Ambrose had been trying so hard not to scream but this time one escaped.

"Hey," Road Dogg called, "do you think you could keep it down? We are trying to watch a hockey game."

"Better not be a Blackhawks game!" Hunter called. He leaned down so he was looking in Ambrose's eyes. He smiled when he saw the tears. "We keep telling you Ambrose. It's just begun." He hit Ambrose in the head.


Seth, who was sitting in the passenger seat, sat chewing on a finger nail. In normal situations he would have found it funny that he had picked up one of Ambrose's nervous habits. He looked at Reigns who was on the phone with his cousins, the Usos.

"Okay thanks anyway Jey. Let me know if you hear anything," he said and hung up. "They haven't heard or seen anything and neither has Naomi." He slammed his hand down on the steering wheel. How's it possible no one but Doc Sampson heard Triple H tell Bray Wyatt to get Dean out of there?"

"Or they, not saying your cousins, are maybe too afraid to double cross the Authority," Seth suggested.

Both of their phones started to buzz signaling they had text messages.

"It's from Dean," Rollins said in disbelief. When he opened the text he found that Dean wasn't the one who sent it.

It said:

I've got something of yours that I'm willing to give back. It'll be waiting for you outside of Izod Arena.

Another text came:

sorry it's broken.

Roman hit the steering wheel again before flipping a U turn and headed back to the arena. It was luck that he wasn't pulled over for speeding. When they arrived at the entrance of the arena they found Dean propped up against the entrance with blood running down his face. Seth ran up to him with Roman following right behind him.

Rollins kneeled down and quietly said, "Dean?" Ambrose groaned but didn't open his eyes. Rollins looked over at Reigns who was on the phone with 911. Rollins took his jacket off and put it on top of Ambrose who was shaking uncontrollably.

Roman came over and kneeled next to Seth. "The ambulance is on its way," he said as he took his jacket off as well and placed it on Dean.

"S…Seth," Dean mumbled through chattering teeth. "S…sorry for p…pushing you down the s…stairs."

"Don't worry about it," Seth said, "I'm fine. What did Hunter do?"

"S…sledgehammer. Ribs, head, knee. D…don't know if any..anywhere else. Knocked out."

Rollins and Reigns exchanged looks.

"Is he okay," a man asked as he walked his dog down the street.

"Yeah. We've got an ambulance coming," Rollins called back.

"Okay," the man said walking away.

They heard the wail of a siren in the distance."

"L…looks like my ride's h…here." Ambrose said as Reigns got up to flag down the ambulance.

The EMTs strapped Ambrose into a neck brace and onto a board and placed him on a stretcher. They placed him in the ambulance.

"Can I ride with him," Rollins asked. The EMTs agreed.

"I'll meet you at the hospital," Roman said and went back to their rental car where he found all four tires had been slashed. There was a note stuck under the windshield wipers. It read:

Don't mess with Evolution.

Reigns crumbled up the note and called the rental car company for a tow.