We stayed in Mark's locker room until it was time for the match. Then I accompianied Brock out to the ring. We walked very slowly. The match went on for a while. It was schudeled to be a 25 minute match. After 20 minutes, Brock was getting beaten, so I tried to interfer and hit Big Show with a chair, (it was no dq) but Show moved and I hit Brock by "mistake". When Show went to pin him, I kicked Show off. Then Brock got up. He knew I was the one who hit him, so he grabbed me by the hair and put me up for the F-5. He was about four minutes too early for this move.
"Brock, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PUT ME DOWN!" I screamed as he held me over his head. Since he was early with this move, Rey and Mark were not prepared to run out to save me. So there I was screaming for him to put me down. Did he listen? Kind of. He put me down, but the hard way. I couldn't believe he had actually executed the F-5 on me. Pain was shouting through every ounce of my body. I had never been in so much pain before. Big Show was shocked too. He didn't have any idea of what to do next. So he just went to move me out of the ring. Brock grabbed a mic and then stopped Show.
"Candy, I did talk to your daddy. And you know what? I couldn't get his blessing. So since you wont marry me unless I get Daddy's ok, we're through. I found a real woman. One who's not a little baby." He yelled into my face. I had tears spilling down my face from all the pain. I wanted help. But the one man who was supposed to help me at that moment was the one who hurt me. And before I knew it, Victoria was beating me up more.
"You lost him, He's mine now!" She kept yelling at me.
Within seconds, Rey, Mark, and Sara were helping me. Sara pulled Victoria off me and started beating on her. Rey and Mark took Brock down, and then Rey checked on me while Mark pummeled Brock. "Candy, are you ok?" Rey whispered to me.
"No. I hurt so bad. I need to get out of here. NOW," I whispered back.
"Ok, hold on." He went away and whispered something to Mark and then Mark and Rey returned. They both picked me up. Sara, Rey, Mark, and I went into the back. Mark was carrying me though. On the way up the ramp I heard the bell ring.
"Ladies and Gentleman your winner and New WWE champion, Big Show," I heard Lillian say. As soon as we walked through the curtian Mark ran to the paremedics. He place me on the table gently.
"Help her. That loser did the move on her and he had to have messed up because she is in a lot of pain. You help her and you help her now do you hear me?" Before the medic could touch me, Dwayne ran into the room.
"Oh god Candy are you ok?" Dwayne asked.
"No. Owwww. My back hurts. A LOT," I cried.
"Well don't just stand there moron. Help her," Dwayne said to the medic.
"Why don't you guys calm down. We'll take good care of her, but we need you to please step back so we can help her," one of the medics said. Just as he started examining me, Rey burst into the room followed by Sara.
"How is she?" Rey asked.
"Hold on, we don't know yet," Mark said.
The medic did a full work up and all he could find wrong was a sprained muscle in my lower back. "There isn't much we can do for it. Just ice it tonight, and relax. I can't clear you to wrestle tomorrow at the house show, but hopefully if you don't work your back too much you'll be able to wrestle Tuesday night."
"Ok, but it hurts REAL BAD."
"Take two tylenol and a hot bath when you get back to your hotel."
"Ok, C'mon Candy, I'll help you back to the hotel," Rey said. He turned and looked at Dwayne, Mark and Sara, "That is if its ok with you guys?"
"Thats fine. But you'd better treat her right. Do I make myself clear boy?" Mark said.
"And remember, I have a shot gun so if you hurt her, you'll be hurting...bad," Sara said.
"Guys!! This is Rey Rey, NOT Brock. C'mon Rey," I said. I slowly swung my legs over the table. Rey helped me stand up. We went to Mark's locker room, got my things, and went to his locker room. He grabed his things and then took me out to his rental ar, a black Ford FireBird, 1999. He helped me into the car, and then got in himself. He drove carefully to the hotel.
"Rey, I want to thank you," I said to him as he drove. The roads were dark, but there was just enough light for me to see his face.
"What do you want to thank me for?"
"For everything you've ever done for me. But now Rey, I want to be honest with you because you've always been honest with me. I want to tell you something, but I need you to promise you wont go bulistic on me."
"I promise. I want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me everything."
"Rey, I have a son. Right after I finished up in Mexico, I went home to Mike. You met him when he visited me there right?"
"Yeah, he was the only reason I didn't tell you then how I felt about you. What about him?"
"Well, shortly after I got back to Florida, I got pregnate with my son Ryan. But after a big mess, Mike got custody of Ryan and I only have weekend visits. I want to get Ryan back, but I have to prove that I have a stable life. And I can't have a stable life if I'm on the road all the time."
"What happened, if you don't mind me asking." I told him the short version of the story. Just as I finished the story, my cell phone rang.
I carefully reached for it trying not to hurt my back any more. "Hello," I answered it.
"Mommy, are you ok?" Ryan asked.
"Ryan, I'm fine. How are you baby?"
"I'm ok. Daddy let me watch you on T.V. Did you get hurt?"
"No baby. Don't worry. I'm fine. I can't wait to see you on Wednesday. I love you. How's school going?" He had just started kidnergarden.
"Mommy, I miss you. I love you," he whined.
"I miss you too baby."
"Ok Ryan, time to say bye bye to mommy," I heard Mike say in the background.
"No!! Mommy!" Ryan called. Mike pulled the phone out of Ryan's hand.
"Candance, Ryan has to go to bed now. Good night. We'll see you Wednesday at the court house." He didn't say any more. He just hung up the phone.
"Was that your son?" Rey asked as I slowly put my phone back in my purse.
"Yeah. He was worried about me. Rey, I miss him. I want him back."
"Candy, its killing me to see you in so much pain. I promise you with everything that I am that I will do EVERYTHING within my power to get you your son back. NO matter what it takes."
I leaned over and hugged him. "Thank you." We reached the hotel. He went to the desk and got us a double room. When we got up to the room, he suggested I take a shower, so I did. When I came out of the shower, he was on the phone, but I don't know who he was talking to.
"Brock, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PUT ME DOWN!" I screamed as he held me over his head. Since he was early with this move, Rey and Mark were not prepared to run out to save me. So there I was screaming for him to put me down. Did he listen? Kind of. He put me down, but the hard way. I couldn't believe he had actually executed the F-5 on me. Pain was shouting through every ounce of my body. I had never been in so much pain before. Big Show was shocked too. He didn't have any idea of what to do next. So he just went to move me out of the ring. Brock grabbed a mic and then stopped Show.
"Candy, I did talk to your daddy. And you know what? I couldn't get his blessing. So since you wont marry me unless I get Daddy's ok, we're through. I found a real woman. One who's not a little baby." He yelled into my face. I had tears spilling down my face from all the pain. I wanted help. But the one man who was supposed to help me at that moment was the one who hurt me. And before I knew it, Victoria was beating me up more.
"You lost him, He's mine now!" She kept yelling at me.
Within seconds, Rey, Mark, and Sara were helping me. Sara pulled Victoria off me and started beating on her. Rey and Mark took Brock down, and then Rey checked on me while Mark pummeled Brock. "Candy, are you ok?" Rey whispered to me.
"No. I hurt so bad. I need to get out of here. NOW," I whispered back.
"Ok, hold on." He went away and whispered something to Mark and then Mark and Rey returned. They both picked me up. Sara, Rey, Mark, and I went into the back. Mark was carrying me though. On the way up the ramp I heard the bell ring.
"Ladies and Gentleman your winner and New WWE champion, Big Show," I heard Lillian say. As soon as we walked through the curtian Mark ran to the paremedics. He place me on the table gently.
"Help her. That loser did the move on her and he had to have messed up because she is in a lot of pain. You help her and you help her now do you hear me?" Before the medic could touch me, Dwayne ran into the room.
"Oh god Candy are you ok?" Dwayne asked.
"No. Owwww. My back hurts. A LOT," I cried.
"Well don't just stand there moron. Help her," Dwayne said to the medic.
"Why don't you guys calm down. We'll take good care of her, but we need you to please step back so we can help her," one of the medics said. Just as he started examining me, Rey burst into the room followed by Sara.
"How is she?" Rey asked.
"Hold on, we don't know yet," Mark said.
The medic did a full work up and all he could find wrong was a sprained muscle in my lower back. "There isn't much we can do for it. Just ice it tonight, and relax. I can't clear you to wrestle tomorrow at the house show, but hopefully if you don't work your back too much you'll be able to wrestle Tuesday night."
"Ok, but it hurts REAL BAD."
"Take two tylenol and a hot bath when you get back to your hotel."
"Ok, C'mon Candy, I'll help you back to the hotel," Rey said. He turned and looked at Dwayne, Mark and Sara, "That is if its ok with you guys?"
"Thats fine. But you'd better treat her right. Do I make myself clear boy?" Mark said.
"And remember, I have a shot gun so if you hurt her, you'll be hurting...bad," Sara said.
"Guys!! This is Rey Rey, NOT Brock. C'mon Rey," I said. I slowly swung my legs over the table. Rey helped me stand up. We went to Mark's locker room, got my things, and went to his locker room. He grabed his things and then took me out to his rental ar, a black Ford FireBird, 1999. He helped me into the car, and then got in himself. He drove carefully to the hotel.
"Rey, I want to thank you," I said to him as he drove. The roads were dark, but there was just enough light for me to see his face.
"What do you want to thank me for?"
"For everything you've ever done for me. But now Rey, I want to be honest with you because you've always been honest with me. I want to tell you something, but I need you to promise you wont go bulistic on me."
"I promise. I want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me everything."
"Rey, I have a son. Right after I finished up in Mexico, I went home to Mike. You met him when he visited me there right?"
"Yeah, he was the only reason I didn't tell you then how I felt about you. What about him?"
"Well, shortly after I got back to Florida, I got pregnate with my son Ryan. But after a big mess, Mike got custody of Ryan and I only have weekend visits. I want to get Ryan back, but I have to prove that I have a stable life. And I can't have a stable life if I'm on the road all the time."
"What happened, if you don't mind me asking." I told him the short version of the story. Just as I finished the story, my cell phone rang.
I carefully reached for it trying not to hurt my back any more. "Hello," I answered it.
"Mommy, are you ok?" Ryan asked.
"Ryan, I'm fine. How are you baby?"
"I'm ok. Daddy let me watch you on T.V. Did you get hurt?"
"No baby. Don't worry. I'm fine. I can't wait to see you on Wednesday. I love you. How's school going?" He had just started kidnergarden.
"Mommy, I miss you. I love you," he whined.
"I miss you too baby."
"Ok Ryan, time to say bye bye to mommy," I heard Mike say in the background.
"No!! Mommy!" Ryan called. Mike pulled the phone out of Ryan's hand.
"Candance, Ryan has to go to bed now. Good night. We'll see you Wednesday at the court house." He didn't say any more. He just hung up the phone.
"Was that your son?" Rey asked as I slowly put my phone back in my purse.
"Yeah. He was worried about me. Rey, I miss him. I want him back."
"Candy, its killing me to see you in so much pain. I promise you with everything that I am that I will do EVERYTHING within my power to get you your son back. NO matter what it takes."
I leaned over and hugged him. "Thank you." We reached the hotel. He went to the desk and got us a double room. When we got up to the room, he suggested I take a shower, so I did. When I came out of the shower, he was on the phone, but I don't know who he was talking to.