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Chapter 7: A Storm is a Brewing!
Determined not to let him see how his presence unnerved her, Maya looked him straight in the eye, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Hardy. I just finished watching some of your infamous matches, you are very good."
He smiled widely, "Thanks, I'm glad you think so." Smoothly, Matt cleared his throat and asked, "Has Stephanie introduced you to the other wrestlers yet?"
"Well, no, but she should be back soon, so.."
"Nonsense, I would be happy to show you around," Matt insisted, holding out his arm. Feeling she had no choice but to oblige Maya reluctantly looped her arm through his. Maya frowned slightly, "If you insist."
"Oh but I do."
Shortly after their departure, Stephanie knocked softly on the back room door, expecting Maya to be there. When no one answered, a slightly alarmed Stephanie pushed open the door. "Maya? Are you back here?" Stepping further into the room, she rapped sharply on the bathroom door. Throwing caution to the wind, Stephanie flung open the door.
"Is there something I can help you with Stephanie?" Chris leered, leaning lazily against the main doorway.
In no mood for his antics, Stephanie responded curtly, "Benoit, have you seen Maya?"
Surprise flickered in his eyes at her question. "Oh, you mean the new girl. No, I haven't seen her."
"You mean that chick with the ravens colored hair?" Raven asked, as he strode into the room.
"Yes," Stephanie answered gratefully.
"Yeah, she left with Matt a little while ago."
"What! Why? Did he say where they were going?"
"Actually, he introduced me to her, so I figure he is getting her acquainted with the other wrestlers."
Stephanie frowned. "Why didn't she wait for me?" she muttered irritably.
Dropping the attitude, Benoit asked in concern, "Is everything alright?"
"I certainly hope so!" she replied, pushing past the two athletes.
"Hey Stephanie," Matt called to her as she stepped into the hallway. As he and Maya strode over to her, Stephanie's eyes narrowed as she took in an uncomfortable looking Maya sandwiched against Matt's arm. "You're just in time to go with us for Maya's introduction to Brock."
"Matt, I want to speak with you-soon," Stephanie hissed quietly, her sapphire eyes flashing up at him.
"Sure," he shrugged, seeming puzzled. They headed to Brock's dressing room. Matt raised his hand to knock just as Brock opened the door.
"Hey guys," Brock started, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. As his eyes drifted down to Maya's, the smile froze on his face.
"Brock, this is.."
"I know, I saw your performance Monday night," he interrupted icily.
Meeting his icy gaze with one of her own, she calmly threw back at Brock, "Well, at least I'm not the only infamous one around here."
Maya looked on with secret satisfaction as she watched his jaw muscle twitch profusely. Her remark had hit home.
Looking back and forth between the two in obvious discomfort, Stephanie pulled Matt aside, "If you'll excuse me a minute."
"So, what's the problem?" Matt asked coolly.
"Do not ever, I mean ever, override my authority again, is that clear?" she demanded.
"Perfectly clear," he answered calmly, raising his hands in defense.
"Brock, you are to treat Ms. Heyman with respect from now on, is that understood?" Stephanie commanded, marching over to him. Brock nodded silently.
"Good!"
Maya fell into step beside her as they walked away from the guys, aggravated with her own behavior.
"You handled yourself well against Brock, Maya." Maya looked up at Stephanie in relax surprise. "But, at the same time, I expect quite an improvement in your attitude towards Brock. And the next time Matt tries to push you into an uncomfortable or unwanted situation, you have my full consent to change the match contrary to his favor," Stephanie finished, keeping her gaze focused straight ahead.
"Yes Ma'am," she answered promptly, a ghost of a smile appearing on her lips.
Seething inwardly, Brock growled, "I'll see you at the show tonight!" As Brock slammed the door in his face, Matt began to walk away, a cocky expression on his face, "Perfect."
Flinging himself onto the couch in his dressing room, an envelope on Brock's desk caught his eye. Angrily, he swiped it up and pulled out the letter:
//Brock Lesner:
It would be an honor if you came out to the ring tonight, so we may discuss our improper ending. Make amends of sorts.
Sincerely,
Paul Heyman//
Brock grinned, "So, he wants to suck up eh? Sure why not," he stated with a shrug of his shoulders.
Early that evening, a whistling Paul Heyman walked into his daughter's office, "Hi honey, how did everything go today?"
"Ah, been better," she commented wearily, rubbing her temples.
Alarmed, he asked, "Did you take your medication yet sweetheart?"
She sighed, "No, not yet. I will as soon as I finish all this paperwork." Maya gestured to the mound of paperwork on her desk.
"Alright, as long as you don't forget," Paul replied severely, shaking a finger at her in concern. Paul stopped his parenting, as he saw out of the corner of his eye, a letter addressed to him on top of her desk.
"What's this Maya?"
She waved her hand dismissively, "Oh, Chris Jericho delivered it a little while ago. I meant to give it to you, but.." she trailed off uncertainly.
"Why didn't he just give it to me, he knows where I am?" he questioned, agitated.
A smile peeked at the corners of Maya's lips, "I suspect C. J. thought it easier to drop it off here than to walk, " 'all the way down to the end of the hall,' " she concluded, quoting him.
Paul grinned, "That sounds like him alright."
On a whim, Maya looked down at the crystal face of her Betty Boop watch and abruptly scooted her chair back. "If you'll excuse me a minute Dad, I think I just may have found a way to make this a better day after all." Puzzled, Paul watched as his daughter bolted from the office.
Taking a deep breath, Maya rapped her knuckles lightly on the door, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest.
Brock opened it up, and scowled, "What are you doing here?"
Managing to keep the tremor out of her voice, Maya looked up at his tall form, a good several inches taller than she. "I wanted to apologize for earlier. My behavior was inappropriate and," she searched for the right words, "unprofessional."
Brock rewarded her with a crooked grin, "Forgiven. Besides, I admire anyone who has the courage to talk to me like that, especially a woman." She could almost see his leering smile, as he peered down into her face. He watched curiously as her gray eyes turned stormy.
"Are you mocking me?" Maya challenged, taking a step closer to him.
*No.* The words were right on the tip of his tongue, but instead out came, "If you want it to be."
Her slender hands balled tightly into fists, Maya accentuated through clenched teeth, "Good night Mr. Lesner and I do hope the bed bugs bite!"
He stood in amazement, staring at her tall, lithe body as she stormed off down the hall. "She has quite a temper. One look at those telltale eyes and that's the end of it," he mused quietly to himself.
Later that night, as Brock's music started, he requested that Matt stay behind. "I have some unfinished business to take care of."
"Sure thing buddy," Matt answered, clapping him on the back. "I'll be in the nosebleed section, in the glass room." His strides long, Matt uttered to himself in anticipation, "Now, things should get interesting." Brock made his way to the ring, surrounded by whispers wondering where Matt was.
"Ladies and gentleman, relax. Matt Hardy is not by my side tonight because I have an important matter to discuss with my former manager, Paul Heyman!" Turning swiftly, Brock saw Paul scurry down the ramp.
"Just what do you think you're doing?!" Paul yelled.
"Hey, back off Paul! You are the one who said you wanted to make amends," Brock retorted angrily.
Perplexed, Paul asked, "What are you talking about? I would never do that after receiving this!" he retorted angrily. He thrust a small, white note into Brock's hands. //It's time we sever ties Heyman. The winner walks away, from the ring and WWE, forever!//
Brock looked up from the note, his face mirroring Paul's. "I didn't write this!" he exclaimed. "Besides, if this I was behind this, you wouldn't have the chance to walk away!" Brock growled, his nose right in Paul's face.
They had no time to discuss the matter further as a distorted voice emanated through the speakers, "Time's up boys, playtime is over." Brock turned around just in time to see an arm slam into his face.
"Paul, you set this up!" Brock growled, throwing a wicked punch at Heyman. Heyman did his best to deflect the blow, but to no avail. He was down for the count. Backstage, Stephanie sat on her desk, next to a trembling Maya, who was ready to jump out of her seat.
"Hold on Maya," Stephanie cautioned, placing a hand on her arm, "I don't know who set this up, but I'm sure Matt or one of the other wrestlers will be out to help, you'll see." No sooner did the words flow out of Stephanie's mouth, they watched as a second unannounced wrestler slid into the ring. Stephanie shook her head in disgust. "Come on, let's go. Whomever set this up is facing suspension charges, at the very least." Maya needed no further urging. She jumped up out of the chair, and made a beeline for the door. Maya was the first to race down the platform, Stephanie on her heels. Together, they scrambled into the ring, straight into the throng of wrestlers!
With the two young women providing the perfect distraction, a young woman succeeded in getting past the security guards and rushed up to the ring apron. "Paul, Paul, please get up!" she urged. She tugged on his leg, trying to get him out of the ring, but Brock pulled him to the center of the mat.
"Oh no you don't," he threatened, glaring at the woman. Helplessly, she took a fearful step back.
Meanwhile, Stephanie lunged for the tattooed, large wrestler wearing baggy pants and climbed onto his back. "Get out, out of this ring. Now!" she cried into his ear.
"Not yet," Jamal answered evenly. Calmly, he fell onto his back, crushing her beneath him. Paying no attention to what was going on around him, Brock focused his attention on the prone body of Paul Heyman. Picking him up, Brock raised Paul above his head, swung him around and tossed him onto the mat.
"Dad!" Maya cried, stumbling away from the 2nd tattoo covered wrestler, she rushed over to father. His chest heaving, Brock stood over the daughter and father, almost sorrowfully. "How could you do that to him?! He hasn't done anything to you!" she screamed, staring up at Brock. Fury enveloping her, Maya stood up to her full height, and slapped Brock. As her hand connected with his face, an arm viciously snaked around her waist, yanking her backward, causing her to gasp in shock. In a frenzy, Brock charged at Rosy. Frightened, he released Maya, who scrambled out of the way. Brock wasted no time in spearing him. Jamal, not wanting to be next, left an ailing Stephanie as he jumped out of the ring.
Up in the private, glass booth, Matt stared in horror at the abominable scene before him. He watched dazedly as an anxious Jericho rushed to his wife's aid. He watched dazedly as Brock anxiously crossed the mat's width over to check on a stunned Maya. He watched dazedly as Beth hesitantly climbed in between the ropes to check on Paul. *Beth?!* His mind raced, flashing back to when he had a caught of glimpse of a young woman tugging on Paul's leg. *What in the world is she doing with Paul?* His hand moved to touch the tv screen in front of him, "Beth, what are you doing here?" he whispered brokenly.
Back in the ring, Chris cradled Stephanie's head in his lap, "Come on sweetie, wake up," he requested urgently. "Where are the paramedics?" he growled to himself, as he continued to rock an unconscious Steph in his arms.
Concern flooded through Brock as he looked at the catastrophic scene before his eyes. Full of remorse, he touched Maya's elbow. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked softly.
"Leave me alone!" she retorted angrily. "I can manage."
"Fine, whatever!" he replied in frustration. He threw his hands up in the air, but took only a step back. Crossing his arms over his chest, Brock watched intently, his sharp eyes focused on Maya. Ready at a moments notice, if she needed any assistance. Gingerly, Maya took her time in getting up, whereas her legs felt like jelly.
Once seeing that Maya was going to be fine, Brock sprinted over to Chris and Steph. Kneeling down next to Chris, Brock asked anxiously, "Is she alright?"
"No thanks to you," Chris spat back, looking Brock straight in the eye. Guiltily, Brock stood up and ran a hand over his course, spiky hair. Unsure of how he would truly make amends for this mess, Brock made his way over to the dark haired maiden.
"Are you alright miss?" Brock asked, kneeling next to Beth in concern. "I, I think so. But what about Paul? How could you do that to him?" she asked, her eyes pleading.
Brock shook his head, "I, I don't know. I'm sorry," he mumbled in remorse and confusion. "The paramedics will be here ASAP," he reassured her. Beth nodded numbly. With a deep sigh, Brock reached out to give Paul a gentle shake. A shudder traveled down his spine, at the deep rooted feeling that someone vile had been behind this sinister deed and it wasn't Paul Heyman.
A little further north:
Half-heartedly, Jeff watched the screen before him, as he sat on the metal bench, chin resting in his hands. Suddenly, a news flash went across the screen causing him to sit bolt upright in his seat. His hands dropped to his sides. "Oh my.." he trailed off. He caught a glimpse of shoulder-length brown hair. "Beth?!" he questioned in disbelief, his hand reaching out to touch the screen, "what are you doing there? I thought you were at college?" Jeff continued as he stared at the television set. "Amy," Jeff called quietly, his arm catching her waist as she walked by.
"What? Is something wrong?" she asked staring down at him in puzzlement.
"Yeah, Beth was at Smackdown tonight."
Still out of breath from her late jog, Amy countered, "So."
"So, she told me she was at college this week, but instead Beth is administering to an injured Paul Heyman. We need to go to Hershey, Pennsylvania, now." Jeff commanded. In one swift movement, Jeff was up and grabbing his duffel bag.
Amy grabbed his arm. "Whoa, you are just going to up and leave to see Beth?" Amy questioned in disbelief.
"No, I am also going to see Stephanie, who was injured as well." Jeff narrowed his eyes, "And I have a pretty good notion on who's behind wreaking this havoc. So, Red, are you coming with me or not?"
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A special thanks to everyone who has read and/or reviewed this story. I appreciate it very much. Hope ya'll enjoy!
Chapter 7: A Storm is a Brewing!
Determined not to let him see how his presence unnerved her, Maya looked him straight in the eye, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Hardy. I just finished watching some of your infamous matches, you are very good."
He smiled widely, "Thanks, I'm glad you think so." Smoothly, Matt cleared his throat and asked, "Has Stephanie introduced you to the other wrestlers yet?"
"Well, no, but she should be back soon, so.."
"Nonsense, I would be happy to show you around," Matt insisted, holding out his arm. Feeling she had no choice but to oblige Maya reluctantly looped her arm through his. Maya frowned slightly, "If you insist."
"Oh but I do."
Shortly after their departure, Stephanie knocked softly on the back room door, expecting Maya to be there. When no one answered, a slightly alarmed Stephanie pushed open the door. "Maya? Are you back here?" Stepping further into the room, she rapped sharply on the bathroom door. Throwing caution to the wind, Stephanie flung open the door.
"Is there something I can help you with Stephanie?" Chris leered, leaning lazily against the main doorway.
In no mood for his antics, Stephanie responded curtly, "Benoit, have you seen Maya?"
Surprise flickered in his eyes at her question. "Oh, you mean the new girl. No, I haven't seen her."
"You mean that chick with the ravens colored hair?" Raven asked, as he strode into the room.
"Yes," Stephanie answered gratefully.
"Yeah, she left with Matt a little while ago."
"What! Why? Did he say where they were going?"
"Actually, he introduced me to her, so I figure he is getting her acquainted with the other wrestlers."
Stephanie frowned. "Why didn't she wait for me?" she muttered irritably.
Dropping the attitude, Benoit asked in concern, "Is everything alright?"
"I certainly hope so!" she replied, pushing past the two athletes.
"Hey Stephanie," Matt called to her as she stepped into the hallway. As he and Maya strode over to her, Stephanie's eyes narrowed as she took in an uncomfortable looking Maya sandwiched against Matt's arm. "You're just in time to go with us for Maya's introduction to Brock."
"Matt, I want to speak with you-soon," Stephanie hissed quietly, her sapphire eyes flashing up at him.
"Sure," he shrugged, seeming puzzled. They headed to Brock's dressing room. Matt raised his hand to knock just as Brock opened the door.
"Hey guys," Brock started, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. As his eyes drifted down to Maya's, the smile froze on his face.
"Brock, this is.."
"I know, I saw your performance Monday night," he interrupted icily.
Meeting his icy gaze with one of her own, she calmly threw back at Brock, "Well, at least I'm not the only infamous one around here."
Maya looked on with secret satisfaction as she watched his jaw muscle twitch profusely. Her remark had hit home.
Looking back and forth between the two in obvious discomfort, Stephanie pulled Matt aside, "If you'll excuse me a minute."
"So, what's the problem?" Matt asked coolly.
"Do not ever, I mean ever, override my authority again, is that clear?" she demanded.
"Perfectly clear," he answered calmly, raising his hands in defense.
"Brock, you are to treat Ms. Heyman with respect from now on, is that understood?" Stephanie commanded, marching over to him. Brock nodded silently.
"Good!"
Maya fell into step beside her as they walked away from the guys, aggravated with her own behavior.
"You handled yourself well against Brock, Maya." Maya looked up at Stephanie in relax surprise. "But, at the same time, I expect quite an improvement in your attitude towards Brock. And the next time Matt tries to push you into an uncomfortable or unwanted situation, you have my full consent to change the match contrary to his favor," Stephanie finished, keeping her gaze focused straight ahead.
"Yes Ma'am," she answered promptly, a ghost of a smile appearing on her lips.
Seething inwardly, Brock growled, "I'll see you at the show tonight!" As Brock slammed the door in his face, Matt began to walk away, a cocky expression on his face, "Perfect."
Flinging himself onto the couch in his dressing room, an envelope on Brock's desk caught his eye. Angrily, he swiped it up and pulled out the letter:
//Brock Lesner:
It would be an honor if you came out to the ring tonight, so we may discuss our improper ending. Make amends of sorts.
Sincerely,
Paul Heyman//
Brock grinned, "So, he wants to suck up eh? Sure why not," he stated with a shrug of his shoulders.
Early that evening, a whistling Paul Heyman walked into his daughter's office, "Hi honey, how did everything go today?"
"Ah, been better," she commented wearily, rubbing her temples.
Alarmed, he asked, "Did you take your medication yet sweetheart?"
She sighed, "No, not yet. I will as soon as I finish all this paperwork." Maya gestured to the mound of paperwork on her desk.
"Alright, as long as you don't forget," Paul replied severely, shaking a finger at her in concern. Paul stopped his parenting, as he saw out of the corner of his eye, a letter addressed to him on top of her desk.
"What's this Maya?"
She waved her hand dismissively, "Oh, Chris Jericho delivered it a little while ago. I meant to give it to you, but.." she trailed off uncertainly.
"Why didn't he just give it to me, he knows where I am?" he questioned, agitated.
A smile peeked at the corners of Maya's lips, "I suspect C. J. thought it easier to drop it off here than to walk, " 'all the way down to the end of the hall,' " she concluded, quoting him.
Paul grinned, "That sounds like him alright."
On a whim, Maya looked down at the crystal face of her Betty Boop watch and abruptly scooted her chair back. "If you'll excuse me a minute Dad, I think I just may have found a way to make this a better day after all." Puzzled, Paul watched as his daughter bolted from the office.
Taking a deep breath, Maya rapped her knuckles lightly on the door, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest.
Brock opened it up, and scowled, "What are you doing here?"
Managing to keep the tremor out of her voice, Maya looked up at his tall form, a good several inches taller than she. "I wanted to apologize for earlier. My behavior was inappropriate and," she searched for the right words, "unprofessional."
Brock rewarded her with a crooked grin, "Forgiven. Besides, I admire anyone who has the courage to talk to me like that, especially a woman." She could almost see his leering smile, as he peered down into her face. He watched curiously as her gray eyes turned stormy.
"Are you mocking me?" Maya challenged, taking a step closer to him.
*No.* The words were right on the tip of his tongue, but instead out came, "If you want it to be."
Her slender hands balled tightly into fists, Maya accentuated through clenched teeth, "Good night Mr. Lesner and I do hope the bed bugs bite!"
He stood in amazement, staring at her tall, lithe body as she stormed off down the hall. "She has quite a temper. One look at those telltale eyes and that's the end of it," he mused quietly to himself.
Later that night, as Brock's music started, he requested that Matt stay behind. "I have some unfinished business to take care of."
"Sure thing buddy," Matt answered, clapping him on the back. "I'll be in the nosebleed section, in the glass room." His strides long, Matt uttered to himself in anticipation, "Now, things should get interesting." Brock made his way to the ring, surrounded by whispers wondering where Matt was.
"Ladies and gentleman, relax. Matt Hardy is not by my side tonight because I have an important matter to discuss with my former manager, Paul Heyman!" Turning swiftly, Brock saw Paul scurry down the ramp.
"Just what do you think you're doing?!" Paul yelled.
"Hey, back off Paul! You are the one who said you wanted to make amends," Brock retorted angrily.
Perplexed, Paul asked, "What are you talking about? I would never do that after receiving this!" he retorted angrily. He thrust a small, white note into Brock's hands. //It's time we sever ties Heyman. The winner walks away, from the ring and WWE, forever!//
Brock looked up from the note, his face mirroring Paul's. "I didn't write this!" he exclaimed. "Besides, if this I was behind this, you wouldn't have the chance to walk away!" Brock growled, his nose right in Paul's face.
They had no time to discuss the matter further as a distorted voice emanated through the speakers, "Time's up boys, playtime is over." Brock turned around just in time to see an arm slam into his face.
"Paul, you set this up!" Brock growled, throwing a wicked punch at Heyman. Heyman did his best to deflect the blow, but to no avail. He was down for the count. Backstage, Stephanie sat on her desk, next to a trembling Maya, who was ready to jump out of her seat.
"Hold on Maya," Stephanie cautioned, placing a hand on her arm, "I don't know who set this up, but I'm sure Matt or one of the other wrestlers will be out to help, you'll see." No sooner did the words flow out of Stephanie's mouth, they watched as a second unannounced wrestler slid into the ring. Stephanie shook her head in disgust. "Come on, let's go. Whomever set this up is facing suspension charges, at the very least." Maya needed no further urging. She jumped up out of the chair, and made a beeline for the door. Maya was the first to race down the platform, Stephanie on her heels. Together, they scrambled into the ring, straight into the throng of wrestlers!
With the two young women providing the perfect distraction, a young woman succeeded in getting past the security guards and rushed up to the ring apron. "Paul, Paul, please get up!" she urged. She tugged on his leg, trying to get him out of the ring, but Brock pulled him to the center of the mat.
"Oh no you don't," he threatened, glaring at the woman. Helplessly, she took a fearful step back.
Meanwhile, Stephanie lunged for the tattooed, large wrestler wearing baggy pants and climbed onto his back. "Get out, out of this ring. Now!" she cried into his ear.
"Not yet," Jamal answered evenly. Calmly, he fell onto his back, crushing her beneath him. Paying no attention to what was going on around him, Brock focused his attention on the prone body of Paul Heyman. Picking him up, Brock raised Paul above his head, swung him around and tossed him onto the mat.
"Dad!" Maya cried, stumbling away from the 2nd tattoo covered wrestler, she rushed over to father. His chest heaving, Brock stood over the daughter and father, almost sorrowfully. "How could you do that to him?! He hasn't done anything to you!" she screamed, staring up at Brock. Fury enveloping her, Maya stood up to her full height, and slapped Brock. As her hand connected with his face, an arm viciously snaked around her waist, yanking her backward, causing her to gasp in shock. In a frenzy, Brock charged at Rosy. Frightened, he released Maya, who scrambled out of the way. Brock wasted no time in spearing him. Jamal, not wanting to be next, left an ailing Stephanie as he jumped out of the ring.
Up in the private, glass booth, Matt stared in horror at the abominable scene before him. He watched dazedly as an anxious Jericho rushed to his wife's aid. He watched dazedly as Brock anxiously crossed the mat's width over to check on a stunned Maya. He watched dazedly as Beth hesitantly climbed in between the ropes to check on Paul. *Beth?!* His mind raced, flashing back to when he had a caught of glimpse of a young woman tugging on Paul's leg. *What in the world is she doing with Paul?* His hand moved to touch the tv screen in front of him, "Beth, what are you doing here?" he whispered brokenly.
Back in the ring, Chris cradled Stephanie's head in his lap, "Come on sweetie, wake up," he requested urgently. "Where are the paramedics?" he growled to himself, as he continued to rock an unconscious Steph in his arms.
Concern flooded through Brock as he looked at the catastrophic scene before his eyes. Full of remorse, he touched Maya's elbow. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked softly.
"Leave me alone!" she retorted angrily. "I can manage."
"Fine, whatever!" he replied in frustration. He threw his hands up in the air, but took only a step back. Crossing his arms over his chest, Brock watched intently, his sharp eyes focused on Maya. Ready at a moments notice, if she needed any assistance. Gingerly, Maya took her time in getting up, whereas her legs felt like jelly.
Once seeing that Maya was going to be fine, Brock sprinted over to Chris and Steph. Kneeling down next to Chris, Brock asked anxiously, "Is she alright?"
"No thanks to you," Chris spat back, looking Brock straight in the eye. Guiltily, Brock stood up and ran a hand over his course, spiky hair. Unsure of how he would truly make amends for this mess, Brock made his way over to the dark haired maiden.
"Are you alright miss?" Brock asked, kneeling next to Beth in concern. "I, I think so. But what about Paul? How could you do that to him?" she asked, her eyes pleading.
Brock shook his head, "I, I don't know. I'm sorry," he mumbled in remorse and confusion. "The paramedics will be here ASAP," he reassured her. Beth nodded numbly. With a deep sigh, Brock reached out to give Paul a gentle shake. A shudder traveled down his spine, at the deep rooted feeling that someone vile had been behind this sinister deed and it wasn't Paul Heyman.
A little further north:
Half-heartedly, Jeff watched the screen before him, as he sat on the metal bench, chin resting in his hands. Suddenly, a news flash went across the screen causing him to sit bolt upright in his seat. His hands dropped to his sides. "Oh my.." he trailed off. He caught a glimpse of shoulder-length brown hair. "Beth?!" he questioned in disbelief, his hand reaching out to touch the screen, "what are you doing there? I thought you were at college?" Jeff continued as he stared at the television set. "Amy," Jeff called quietly, his arm catching her waist as she walked by.
"What? Is something wrong?" she asked staring down at him in puzzlement.
"Yeah, Beth was at Smackdown tonight."
Still out of breath from her late jog, Amy countered, "So."
"So, she told me she was at college this week, but instead Beth is administering to an injured Paul Heyman. We need to go to Hershey, Pennsylvania, now." Jeff commanded. In one swift movement, Jeff was up and grabbing his duffel bag.
Amy grabbed his arm. "Whoa, you are just going to up and leave to see Beth?" Amy questioned in disbelief.
"No, I am also going to see Stephanie, who was injured as well." Jeff narrowed his eyes, "And I have a pretty good notion on who's behind wreaking this havoc. So, Red, are you coming with me or not?"