Triple H looked at Vince, frowning still. "And what makes you say that, Vince? Did they--"
"Well how do you think I know? Ralph said they were going to 'stop his misery'. That they were going to 'keep him company'. Wh-"
Before Triple H let him finish, he dropped his sports bag and went to Austin's locker room, barging in. "Austin, get your ass ready. We have to get to Rock's house, but *hurry*!" As they went to the parking lot, he felt Austin's confused glare and got in his truck. On the way over, Triple H explained to Austin what Vince had told him.
Austin, still confused, kept driving nonetheless. "And how do you know those men weren't just bluffing on all this? Rock's probably fine and they want to scare the shit out of us; just how we are right now."
Triple H, taking out his cell phone to call the other guys, shook his head. "I sure hope so, but I have a feeling they weren't just messing with us."
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After Vince's phone call, Rock had wheeled himself in the house. Since his house was a two story home, his room had to be changed to the lower level; yet he was tired of being in bed. Thinking he could watch some TV, he went to the living room and, just when he picked up the controller, he heard something fall on the second floor. He was confused, to say the least, on what that had been, but figured the wind must have knocked something down. But a quick glance outside let him see that, even if the sun was setting, there was no wind. Not even a breeze.
Frowning, he wheeled to the stairs and tried to look up the staircase to see if something or someone was there, but no shadows were seen. It was probably the cleaning lady that came in the mornings. She had probably forgotten something. Shrugging the sound, he went back to the living room and turned on the TV, surfing through the channels until another sound was heard, yet this time it was a glass shatter. Confused, he turned off the TV and went back to the stairs. "Who is there? Hey! Who is there?!"
When no sounds were heard anymore again, he went to the living room, but this time to dial for the cops. Before, if he had heard that he would have been upstairs and check out what had happened the minute he heard the first noise, but going up those stairs weren't an option anymore. Once he crossed the door towards the living room, though, he saw someone in his office, looking straight at him. "What do you want? Who are you? Why-"
Ralph's main guy, Neil, smirked at him as he walked over to Rock; holding an expensive porcelain brahma bull statue that Rock kept in his office. "Hi, 'Great One'. How's the 'People's Champ' doing today?"
Rock, feeling more helpless than any other time, glared at him as he turned to look completely at him. What, he was going to get robbed now? "I asked you something. Who are you?"
Neil smirked again, throwing the statue up in the air before catching it again; enjoying how Rock looked helpless infront of him. There was no chance in hell the once World Champion would stand up and defend himself, and that made him enjoy the moment even more. "What, no third person? Ah, I guess our little prank on you two months ago killed all that, huh? Well, how about we give you a ride? That way we can...'explain'."
Before Rock could do anything to get away, another tall man took the handles of the wheelchair and held it tightly so he wouldn't go away. Rock looked up at the man, who was smirking at him, before turning to the guy standing infront of him. "What the hell do you want? And what..." Suddenly, the words Neil had said sank in and he glared at him; the same glare that he had used for years. "You were the ones that..."
"That shot you? Yeah, well... All a part of business, you understand... Kind of a thrill, actually, but I guess you had another idea about it, huh?" Smirking, he started walking to the living room while the guy that was holding the wheelchair pushed Rock along. Looking around, Neil talked. "I have to say, though. You have a very nice house. You're a wealthy man... Are you sure all of your businesses are 'legal'? I mean, how do I know all this was bought legally?"
Rock saw the smirk that started growing on Neil's face, which made him glare at him even more. "I am not like you, so yes. All this was bought legally."
Shaking his head, Neil turned to him. "That's what I thought. I knew there was a reason I was feeling so...uncomfortable in all legal stuff." With a swift move, he threw the brahma bull statue to a wall; which crashed and broke at the impact. Smirking still, he took out a knife and turned to Rock. "So, 'Great One'... What's the best part about being on a wheelchair? Missing work? 'Relaxing'? Or how about I just...end your misery all together?"
"Be my guest. You'd be doing me a favor, actually." Rock was lying, but he wasn't going to give them the pleasure of seeing him beg for his life. He knew he was crippled, but the last thing he wanted was to die... There could still be a chance for him to walk, right...? "How do you know I didn't dial for someone? I did have my cell with me." Smirking, he looked straight into Neil's eyes. "And how do you know you'll be able to kill me? How do you know someone is not here to-"
Neil laughed and shook his head, stoping him in mid sentence. "Oh is that so? So you'd be happy if I killed you right here? I have to say, being a cripple must have changed your attitude all together. I mean, people doing stuff for you? How about I have some fun, before I finish you off?" Glaring at him suddenly, he slapped him across the face twice; the second time causing him to fall.
Rock, feeling his face red in anger and from the slaps, glared up at him and tried to sit up, using his arms for support to lift himself up; yet that was the most he could do.
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Austin and Triple H had been stuck in traffic, pissed off that they were there instead of checking on Rock. Triple H took out his phone, cursing under his breath, and waited for someone to pick up the phone. Austin noticed this and frowned at him as they moved slowly. "Who are you calling now? I thought you called Mick, Angle and Kane. Do you think we need more guys?"
Triple H shook his head as he kept waiting. "I'm calling Rock. Maybe you're right."
"Well, I have to say Helmsley. That is the first smart idea you have had." He turned to Triple H, smirking still, yet that smirk went away just as quickly when he saw a frown and him hanging up. "Well...?"
"The phone's disconnected. And no one's answering on his cell phone. It says that the number can't be reached, and it's not like he went somewhere."
Austin grasped the steering wheel tighter as he glared ahead at the car that was slowing them down. When they finally got off the traffic jam, he stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
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Rock glared at the guy that was keeping an eye on him while the rest of the other guys thrashed his house and keeping stuff that they liked. They had him sitting down on the floor after they had beaten the air out of him. Heh... Some brave men. If they had gotten him when he wasn't like this...
From upstairs, another voice was heard. "Hey, Neil! We've got company, bud!"
Rock, frowning, looked up at where the voice was heard. Company? Who? No one visited him... He looked up at the man again, glaring and forming his hands into tight fits; causing his knuckles to turn a bright white. Trying to move his legs, only a faint reaction was felt; his leg moving slightly. They felt like he had bags of cement holding him down to the floor and numb to a point that, if he touched them, he could barely feel it. Wincing in pain from the effort, he grabbed onto the edge of the couch as the man in front of him tried to look out the window to check who it was outside, and got to his knees. Well, better than nothing... Before anything else was said, the doorbell was heard while some voices were heard outside. Since everyone was distracted by this, Rock managed to get up with the use of the couch, his legs almost giving in on him, almost falling and his legs shaking; from the pain, how weak they were and how he couldn't use them for more than a few seconds. He choked the other guy from behind, using him for support to stand. When someone barged through the door as he choked the air out of the man, he saw Austin, Triple H, Kane, Angle and Mick and he couldn't help but sigh in relief. "What the hell took you so long!?"
Without answering, the wrestlers started fighting the other guys. If the house had been thrashed before they had gotten there, now it was a complete mess from all the crashing into stuff that went on during the fight. The guy that Rock had been choking slammed him against the wall, making him fall in pain and screaming at how much the pain in his back heightened. After fighting, Neil gave the orders of getting out of there. They had been expecting to find Rock alone. Afterall, that was how he had been and, because of this, they hadn't taken guns; just knives.
All the wrestlers would have gone after them or stall while the police came, yet they had run out before they could do anything. The sight of Rock on the floor, clenching his jaw shut to stop himself from screaming a third time and trying to bury his face in the floor to hide his pain made them stop. This was nothing like when they wrestled... They all kept seeing themselves like that; they had to stop all this if they didn't want to end like that... Mick was the first one that went to his side and kneeled next to him. "Hey, Rock... Breath, buddy. Hold on, ok?"
Rock frowned slightly in surprise as best as he could. He was still laying on his stomach as he layed on the floor. Shaking his head, he made himself roll on his side, his whole body now shaking from the pain. "I'm... ::groans:: I'm fine, Mick. Thanks."
Shaking their heads, all of them went to his side too. "Bullshit, man. Come on, let's get you to the doctor's again."
Kane picked him up and put him over his shoulder as they walked over to the car. "What, have you lost weight?"
Rock couldn't help but chuckle slightly through the pain. "Nah, I've been stuffing my face like every other time."
Austin and Angle looked at a car that just sped away when they walked out. Kurt Angle, hurrying all of them by pushing them to their cars, cleared his throat. "Why don't we get out of here? We have...to get him over to the doctor's office."
Steve Austin knew what he had tried to do. Patting his back, he nodded in approval and got in his truck, keeping an eye out for anything that wasn't normal.
But how did they know anymore?
How did they know they were safe?
"Well how do you think I know? Ralph said they were going to 'stop his misery'. That they were going to 'keep him company'. Wh-"
Before Triple H let him finish, he dropped his sports bag and went to Austin's locker room, barging in. "Austin, get your ass ready. We have to get to Rock's house, but *hurry*!" As they went to the parking lot, he felt Austin's confused glare and got in his truck. On the way over, Triple H explained to Austin what Vince had told him.
Austin, still confused, kept driving nonetheless. "And how do you know those men weren't just bluffing on all this? Rock's probably fine and they want to scare the shit out of us; just how we are right now."
Triple H, taking out his cell phone to call the other guys, shook his head. "I sure hope so, but I have a feeling they weren't just messing with us."
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After Vince's phone call, Rock had wheeled himself in the house. Since his house was a two story home, his room had to be changed to the lower level; yet he was tired of being in bed. Thinking he could watch some TV, he went to the living room and, just when he picked up the controller, he heard something fall on the second floor. He was confused, to say the least, on what that had been, but figured the wind must have knocked something down. But a quick glance outside let him see that, even if the sun was setting, there was no wind. Not even a breeze.
Frowning, he wheeled to the stairs and tried to look up the staircase to see if something or someone was there, but no shadows were seen. It was probably the cleaning lady that came in the mornings. She had probably forgotten something. Shrugging the sound, he went back to the living room and turned on the TV, surfing through the channels until another sound was heard, yet this time it was a glass shatter. Confused, he turned off the TV and went back to the stairs. "Who is there? Hey! Who is there?!"
When no sounds were heard anymore again, he went to the living room, but this time to dial for the cops. Before, if he had heard that he would have been upstairs and check out what had happened the minute he heard the first noise, but going up those stairs weren't an option anymore. Once he crossed the door towards the living room, though, he saw someone in his office, looking straight at him. "What do you want? Who are you? Why-"
Ralph's main guy, Neil, smirked at him as he walked over to Rock; holding an expensive porcelain brahma bull statue that Rock kept in his office. "Hi, 'Great One'. How's the 'People's Champ' doing today?"
Rock, feeling more helpless than any other time, glared at him as he turned to look completely at him. What, he was going to get robbed now? "I asked you something. Who are you?"
Neil smirked again, throwing the statue up in the air before catching it again; enjoying how Rock looked helpless infront of him. There was no chance in hell the once World Champion would stand up and defend himself, and that made him enjoy the moment even more. "What, no third person? Ah, I guess our little prank on you two months ago killed all that, huh? Well, how about we give you a ride? That way we can...'explain'."
Before Rock could do anything to get away, another tall man took the handles of the wheelchair and held it tightly so he wouldn't go away. Rock looked up at the man, who was smirking at him, before turning to the guy standing infront of him. "What the hell do you want? And what..." Suddenly, the words Neil had said sank in and he glared at him; the same glare that he had used for years. "You were the ones that..."
"That shot you? Yeah, well... All a part of business, you understand... Kind of a thrill, actually, but I guess you had another idea about it, huh?" Smirking, he started walking to the living room while the guy that was holding the wheelchair pushed Rock along. Looking around, Neil talked. "I have to say, though. You have a very nice house. You're a wealthy man... Are you sure all of your businesses are 'legal'? I mean, how do I know all this was bought legally?"
Rock saw the smirk that started growing on Neil's face, which made him glare at him even more. "I am not like you, so yes. All this was bought legally."
Shaking his head, Neil turned to him. "That's what I thought. I knew there was a reason I was feeling so...uncomfortable in all legal stuff." With a swift move, he threw the brahma bull statue to a wall; which crashed and broke at the impact. Smirking still, he took out a knife and turned to Rock. "So, 'Great One'... What's the best part about being on a wheelchair? Missing work? 'Relaxing'? Or how about I just...end your misery all together?"
"Be my guest. You'd be doing me a favor, actually." Rock was lying, but he wasn't going to give them the pleasure of seeing him beg for his life. He knew he was crippled, but the last thing he wanted was to die... There could still be a chance for him to walk, right...? "How do you know I didn't dial for someone? I did have my cell with me." Smirking, he looked straight into Neil's eyes. "And how do you know you'll be able to kill me? How do you know someone is not here to-"
Neil laughed and shook his head, stoping him in mid sentence. "Oh is that so? So you'd be happy if I killed you right here? I have to say, being a cripple must have changed your attitude all together. I mean, people doing stuff for you? How about I have some fun, before I finish you off?" Glaring at him suddenly, he slapped him across the face twice; the second time causing him to fall.
Rock, feeling his face red in anger and from the slaps, glared up at him and tried to sit up, using his arms for support to lift himself up; yet that was the most he could do.
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Austin and Triple H had been stuck in traffic, pissed off that they were there instead of checking on Rock. Triple H took out his phone, cursing under his breath, and waited for someone to pick up the phone. Austin noticed this and frowned at him as they moved slowly. "Who are you calling now? I thought you called Mick, Angle and Kane. Do you think we need more guys?"
Triple H shook his head as he kept waiting. "I'm calling Rock. Maybe you're right."
"Well, I have to say Helmsley. That is the first smart idea you have had." He turned to Triple H, smirking still, yet that smirk went away just as quickly when he saw a frown and him hanging up. "Well...?"
"The phone's disconnected. And no one's answering on his cell phone. It says that the number can't be reached, and it's not like he went somewhere."
Austin grasped the steering wheel tighter as he glared ahead at the car that was slowing them down. When they finally got off the traffic jam, he stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
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Rock glared at the guy that was keeping an eye on him while the rest of the other guys thrashed his house and keeping stuff that they liked. They had him sitting down on the floor after they had beaten the air out of him. Heh... Some brave men. If they had gotten him when he wasn't like this...
From upstairs, another voice was heard. "Hey, Neil! We've got company, bud!"
Rock, frowning, looked up at where the voice was heard. Company? Who? No one visited him... He looked up at the man again, glaring and forming his hands into tight fits; causing his knuckles to turn a bright white. Trying to move his legs, only a faint reaction was felt; his leg moving slightly. They felt like he had bags of cement holding him down to the floor and numb to a point that, if he touched them, he could barely feel it. Wincing in pain from the effort, he grabbed onto the edge of the couch as the man in front of him tried to look out the window to check who it was outside, and got to his knees. Well, better than nothing... Before anything else was said, the doorbell was heard while some voices were heard outside. Since everyone was distracted by this, Rock managed to get up with the use of the couch, his legs almost giving in on him, almost falling and his legs shaking; from the pain, how weak they were and how he couldn't use them for more than a few seconds. He choked the other guy from behind, using him for support to stand. When someone barged through the door as he choked the air out of the man, he saw Austin, Triple H, Kane, Angle and Mick and he couldn't help but sigh in relief. "What the hell took you so long!?"
Without answering, the wrestlers started fighting the other guys. If the house had been thrashed before they had gotten there, now it was a complete mess from all the crashing into stuff that went on during the fight. The guy that Rock had been choking slammed him against the wall, making him fall in pain and screaming at how much the pain in his back heightened. After fighting, Neil gave the orders of getting out of there. They had been expecting to find Rock alone. Afterall, that was how he had been and, because of this, they hadn't taken guns; just knives.
All the wrestlers would have gone after them or stall while the police came, yet they had run out before they could do anything. The sight of Rock on the floor, clenching his jaw shut to stop himself from screaming a third time and trying to bury his face in the floor to hide his pain made them stop. This was nothing like when they wrestled... They all kept seeing themselves like that; they had to stop all this if they didn't want to end like that... Mick was the first one that went to his side and kneeled next to him. "Hey, Rock... Breath, buddy. Hold on, ok?"
Rock frowned slightly in surprise as best as he could. He was still laying on his stomach as he layed on the floor. Shaking his head, he made himself roll on his side, his whole body now shaking from the pain. "I'm... ::groans:: I'm fine, Mick. Thanks."
Shaking their heads, all of them went to his side too. "Bullshit, man. Come on, let's get you to the doctor's again."
Kane picked him up and put him over his shoulder as they walked over to the car. "What, have you lost weight?"
Rock couldn't help but chuckle slightly through the pain. "Nah, I've been stuffing my face like every other time."
Austin and Angle looked at a car that just sped away when they walked out. Kurt Angle, hurrying all of them by pushing them to their cars, cleared his throat. "Why don't we get out of here? We have...to get him over to the doctor's office."
Steve Austin knew what he had tried to do. Patting his back, he nodded in approval and got in his truck, keeping an eye out for anything that wasn't normal.
But how did they know anymore?
How did they know they were safe?
