From each of their posts, all of them ran towards the control room, Kurt making the call for the police to come; not caring what would happen to Vince if his secret got out; it would sooner or later, why not sooner?
Meanwhile, in the control room, Rock glared up at Neil. "What, you can't do anything better but follow me? Real stupid, if you ask me." He smirked at him. "Besides, you won't be able to do much. Help's already on the way."
"Oh, is that so..." A smirk on Neil's face appeared as well. "Wow... Well, I didn't hear you say that at all..." In a quick motion, Neil yanked the seat belt off of the chair and grabbed Rock by the neck, holding him up high. Pissed off, he slammed him on the wall; back first and still choking him. "It's all your fault that Ralph fired me, you know. I should have killed you before your little friends got to your house that day. I should have finished with your pathetic excuse for a life..."
Rock, at this point, was becoming blue from the lack of oxygen and gasped constantly. His back, at the slam, had gotten hurt; he knew that immediately. His hands quickly went to Neil's hands, trying to make him let go, but he wasn't successful. As unconsciousness started to claim him, he glared at him and slams on the door were heard. Without hesitating, Rock set his mind and concentrated for the biggest low blow he needed to give, yet he didn't need to do so. He was glad too, because his legs weren't responding to him again. From out of no where, a shot was heard and Neil's grip on his neck lessened immediately; yet Neil fell, which caused him to fall too from the lack of support. Not knowing what had happened, Rock looked towards now fallen door and saw his friends behind a security officer that still had his gun ready. "Are you alright, Mr. Johnson?"
As Triple H and Austin went to him to help him up, Rock gasped for air until he finally managed to breath on his own; yet his back was hurting a lot more. When they put him back on his wheelchair, he nodded and tried to wheel himself out, yet now he couldn't even do that. As if sensing it, Mick helped to wheel him out and they all followed to the next stop: Vince's office.
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Vince was watching how Ralph made new stacks of money on his desk and yawned; trying to get him to leave already. The rest of the wrestlers would probably come soon to start training and the backstage crew for set-up; he had to get Ralph out of that place. "Ralph, I really don't want to do this, but-"
"But what? You kickin' me out of here? Well you'll just have to wait, don't you think?"
About to answer, Vince then saw a person from the police in the air vent, getting ready to shoot at Ralph after they motioned for him to get out of the way; that they were there and there was no need to worry. But there *was* a need to worry! He couldn't just let them do that! It'd bring him his downfall...! But before he could stop them, a shot was heard; hitting Ralph on his back and paralyzing him immediately. Just at that moment as well, the wrestlers rushed to the office, thiking it had been Vince the one that had gotten shot. Someone had called the cops earlier, that was obvious. Who it had been, no one knew. One of Ralph's guns fell to the floor and Triple H picked it up and handed it to Rock. Justice could be served...
Rock got the gun ready and aimed at Ralph right there from his wheelchair, ready to shoot him. Maybe now he could really get revenge for what they had done. Maybe he could do something right. In the back of his mind, though, he thought; 'Is that really what you want to do? Will it really help you even get better?' The 'dark part' of him yelled at him for even thinking that. 'Of course!', he thought. 'Nothing will be better than doing the same thing they did to you, except now you'll be able to kill him. Do what they wanted to do to you. End his misery and get your revenge...'
But seeing him like that and gasping for air; still alive, he shook his head and threw the gun to Vince's desk as he glared at Ralph's now motionless body. "No. I'd be doing him a favor. Let's let him enjoy his misery, because I really doubt he'll be able to even move again. Besides; I'm not like them, and he's not worth it." Sneers and glares at Ralph, taking a hold of the wheels of his chair. "I'd be stooping down to his level."
Saying that, he turned around and wheeled himself out of the office, the scene of Ralph like that too fresh in his mind and bringing him back memories he had tried desperately to keep away from the night that he had gotten shot. The night when that shot in the middle of his match was heard. That last time he had wrestled. That last time that...
Shaking his head to get rid of his own thoughts, he wheeled himself to the parking lot to get out of there somehow. He didn't want to be near Ralph or anyone else at the moment. He didn't want to be reminded of that night months ago; it was painful to just remember...
Besides, tomorrow would be another day...
Meanwhile, in the control room, Rock glared up at Neil. "What, you can't do anything better but follow me? Real stupid, if you ask me." He smirked at him. "Besides, you won't be able to do much. Help's already on the way."
"Oh, is that so..." A smirk on Neil's face appeared as well. "Wow... Well, I didn't hear you say that at all..." In a quick motion, Neil yanked the seat belt off of the chair and grabbed Rock by the neck, holding him up high. Pissed off, he slammed him on the wall; back first and still choking him. "It's all your fault that Ralph fired me, you know. I should have killed you before your little friends got to your house that day. I should have finished with your pathetic excuse for a life..."
Rock, at this point, was becoming blue from the lack of oxygen and gasped constantly. His back, at the slam, had gotten hurt; he knew that immediately. His hands quickly went to Neil's hands, trying to make him let go, but he wasn't successful. As unconsciousness started to claim him, he glared at him and slams on the door were heard. Without hesitating, Rock set his mind and concentrated for the biggest low blow he needed to give, yet he didn't need to do so. He was glad too, because his legs weren't responding to him again. From out of no where, a shot was heard and Neil's grip on his neck lessened immediately; yet Neil fell, which caused him to fall too from the lack of support. Not knowing what had happened, Rock looked towards now fallen door and saw his friends behind a security officer that still had his gun ready. "Are you alright, Mr. Johnson?"
As Triple H and Austin went to him to help him up, Rock gasped for air until he finally managed to breath on his own; yet his back was hurting a lot more. When they put him back on his wheelchair, he nodded and tried to wheel himself out, yet now he couldn't even do that. As if sensing it, Mick helped to wheel him out and they all followed to the next stop: Vince's office.
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Vince was watching how Ralph made new stacks of money on his desk and yawned; trying to get him to leave already. The rest of the wrestlers would probably come soon to start training and the backstage crew for set-up; he had to get Ralph out of that place. "Ralph, I really don't want to do this, but-"
"But what? You kickin' me out of here? Well you'll just have to wait, don't you think?"
About to answer, Vince then saw a person from the police in the air vent, getting ready to shoot at Ralph after they motioned for him to get out of the way; that they were there and there was no need to worry. But there *was* a need to worry! He couldn't just let them do that! It'd bring him his downfall...! But before he could stop them, a shot was heard; hitting Ralph on his back and paralyzing him immediately. Just at that moment as well, the wrestlers rushed to the office, thiking it had been Vince the one that had gotten shot. Someone had called the cops earlier, that was obvious. Who it had been, no one knew. One of Ralph's guns fell to the floor and Triple H picked it up and handed it to Rock. Justice could be served...
Rock got the gun ready and aimed at Ralph right there from his wheelchair, ready to shoot him. Maybe now he could really get revenge for what they had done. Maybe he could do something right. In the back of his mind, though, he thought; 'Is that really what you want to do? Will it really help you even get better?' The 'dark part' of him yelled at him for even thinking that. 'Of course!', he thought. 'Nothing will be better than doing the same thing they did to you, except now you'll be able to kill him. Do what they wanted to do to you. End his misery and get your revenge...'
But seeing him like that and gasping for air; still alive, he shook his head and threw the gun to Vince's desk as he glared at Ralph's now motionless body. "No. I'd be doing him a favor. Let's let him enjoy his misery, because I really doubt he'll be able to even move again. Besides; I'm not like them, and he's not worth it." Sneers and glares at Ralph, taking a hold of the wheels of his chair. "I'd be stooping down to his level."
Saying that, he turned around and wheeled himself out of the office, the scene of Ralph like that too fresh in his mind and bringing him back memories he had tried desperately to keep away from the night that he had gotten shot. The night when that shot in the middle of his match was heard. That last time he had wrestled. That last time that...
Shaking his head to get rid of his own thoughts, he wheeled himself to the parking lot to get out of there somehow. He didn't want to be near Ralph or anyone else at the moment. He didn't want to be reminded of that night months ago; it was painful to just remember...
Besides, tomorrow would be another day...
