Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE superstars in this story. It is purely a work of fiction, and the wrestlers used in the making of it own themselves.

A/N: I honestly don't know how much gas I have left for this, so it might wrap up soon, but not really soon. I just wanted to warn you all about it so that you don't think that when I say its going to end that it's going to end after this chapter or anything. I am still out from fan fiction but by the time you see this chapter it will be on fan fiction again. I somehow became a very happy camper these last couple of days, so my romance writing is starting to fade again. It's strange but when I'm happy in a relationship I can't write a romance, but when I'm not, the chapters pour out of me, I guess that's why they call me weird! LOL Okay so here goes nothing.

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*~Hayley's POV~*

I was ready to get out of this god forsaken place. I had been in here for over a week now and as far as I could tell, aside from the fact that I wanted to sleep a great deal, and my legs hurt like crazy, one of which was in a cast, I was fine. My mother had flown home after I told her that I could deal with being on the road still. There was nothing that was going to keep me from my new job. Now was the do or die day though, and it was time to go home.

"You sure you are up to going back on the road Hayley? I mean don't you think it would be better to just go home, back to Toronto and relax?"

"Ariel, my job is that of a writer. I can still write and be injured, and I swear to God that being in that ring and doing what I did that night was a one time thing, and I won't be letting it happen again."

"If you're sure girl. I just don't feel right about going home when you are like this."

"You've got school, and they are going to be massively pissed off if you don't go back and finish. It's bad enough they haven't come to terms with me leaving yet."

"Again, you have a point. I guess I should go home and sit around while all this stuff happens to you huh?"

I felt a pang of jealousy right at that moment. I knew that me leaving had been hard on her, and that the time she had spent with Brock and Randy was more about trying to get in with what I was getting in with, then with her actually liking them. I didn't feel a whole lot of anger towards her anymore, but the pain was still there and still fresh. I wished she could come with me, but I didn't think there was a whole lot that she could do that they needed right now in the WWE. It was being overtaken by new women all the time, and she didn't write to save her life. I knew her going home was going to be a huge deal.

"It's the way it has to be Ariel. We can't do everything together and our lives are changing. I mean this is the time for change."

"Yeah but you are like my sister, and I know I screwed things up. So I want the chance to fix all of that. Going home isn't going to do that is it? It's just going to separate us more."

"I need to know something Ariel. When we were in Toronto you turned on me, your best friend since childhood and I'm wondering why."

"It was something I had to do."

"How do you mean, did he force you to be with him?"

"I know what Randy did, and I believed you. I knew you didn't drink, and I know that he had to have done something to do you that you didn't agree too, but Brock was so nice to me, and when you got the chance to go and do this, I was really jealous and I just saw them as my chance. I'm sorry, sorrier then you will ever know about it."

"So it was just about Brock and liking him and being so into him that you turned on me? You see Ariel it isn't the fact that you turned on me, I mean I can see that coming a mile away. You've always ditched me for guys before, and it means nothing. It's the fact that you knew what Randy did and you still chose to spread lies around school about it."

"Well it's done now, and what do you care, I mean you aren't going back."

It was said in a tone I didn't like. She was jealous or she was lonely or something and there was nothing that I could willingly do about it to make it better for her. I just had to sit by and let it ride it self out. It was good knowing the truth though. Knowing why she did what she did.

"So can we get out of this hospital now? It's starting to give me the creeps."

I couldn't be in more agreement with her if I tried. I grabbed my bag, sat in the wheelchair the nurse had brought in for me to be released in, and as Ariel started wheeling it out of the hospital, I felt a sudden sense of dread.

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*~Zach's POV~*

"Zach, what is the update on Hayley's condition? Is she well enough to come back and write for us? The hospital hasn't been entirely helpful in letting us know how she is."

"She's working on getting better and she can come back and write for you, but that's about as far as it's going to go. I am afraid much like me she won't be getting into a ring for awhile if you know what I mean."

"Has she been released?"

I had to admit I didn't know if she had been released or not. All the updates I was getting were from Brian because he was going to see her everyday and the hospital obviously didn't care about letting him in anymore. I wish I had known more but since the day I got in to see her as her fiancé, there wasn't anything else I knew.

"I don't know if she has been released or not Jim."

There was a light knock at the door, and turning around to look at the door, Jim went to answer it, while I stood there waiting. Jim had told me that no one would be around to bother us today, but here we were being interrupted.

"As I live and breathe."

I heard Jim say this and knew that it wasn't someone he had been expecting but he was blocking the path to the door so I couldn't see who was standing there. That was until Jim let them into the room and I saw her. She had a cast that closely resembled mine, and her face was bruised, but she looked just as beautiful to me as before. There was no way I could let this girl go, and I knew it now. Standing here looking at her, after what we had both been through, we were bonded again, but for a completely different reason.

"Hello Jim. I thought you might want to see me before the flight tonight."

"I was just asking Zach here if they had released you and he had no idea. I think he was just pulling my leg. How are you feeling dear?"

"Like I have been run over by a Mac Truck, but that's to be expected as far as I know, at least from what I'm told. It looks like I won't be getting into the ring and doing that again for a long time."

"What made you do that?"

"What do you mean?"

"What made you go out to the ring and do all of that when it wasn't even scripted?"

She looked at me at that precise moment and I knew what her motivation was. She wanted to get back at Brock for what he did to me that night, and then to her two weeks before. She was still very much involved with me as I was with her.

"Jim, I hate his story line. I lied to you and Vince the other day because he told me if I didn't he would hurt me again and Zach as well and I'm not a superstar or Superman for that matter so I know he can follow through with all of it. He seemed to have done a number on Zach anyway with or without me going to bat for him, and I got the brunt end of it as well. This has just been one ongoing piece of shit that needs to be stopped. If not, I'm fully prepared as of right this moment to walk."

"You wouldn't walk Hayley! You know I am here to help you as much as I can. We just have to be honest with each other. I know you are a writer, and you desire to fight came from somewhere. I also know Kendrick was teaching you and he has been trained by the best in the business. I should have seen all of this a long time ago. I went to Brock and told him that you wanted him to tone it down. It looks like I started this."

"You didn't make him a monster; he did that back in Toronto when he had the chance to be good. He chose Randy, that's cool with me. I just want this all put to bed already so I can do what I came here to do."

I knew all she had wanted to do was come here and write, and she wanted nothing to get in the way of that, even a relationship with me. We had talked about that, and it was something that I understood. I also understood her desire to walk. She had been here three weeks and she had more controversy surrounding her then the title contenders for the belts. There had to be some sort of end to this.

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*~Ariel's POV~*

I had left Hayley at Jim's hotel room and decided to go look for something to do with the time I had before my own flight back to Toronto. So I started walking around on the ground floor, and spotting a candy machine, I headed for it. As I passed by the games room, I heard two men talking and one of them sounded strikingly familiar.

"So she planned all of this to take us out. Pretending to be our friend. Well she got what she deserved, don't you think Randy?"

I couldn't hear his response and apparently neither could Brock because he asked it again and I could hear Randy's response better now. Hell I would think with the tone of voice that he was using he was finally getting a clue as to how sick Brock was as well.

"Leave her alone Brock, it's all said and done, she will be gone soon enough."

"Do you still have a thing for the young twit? Don't tell me after all that she's done and we've done that you are going soft on me now."

"You know what Brock, what the hell does it matter if I liked her? I think starting off by listening to you and asking her out in the first place, and drugging her and trying to hurt her at the club, on your orders was enough wasn't it? She won't ever look at me the right way again."

I was shocked. I knew that something deeper was going on here and I hadn't had the time to find out because they left Toronto too soon, but now hearing Randy admitting it, well it was interesting indeed. He had been set up just as much as Hayley that night.

"Don't forget you agreed to do it."

"Yeah I did, because I really did want to go out with her. I just never understood what you got out of all of this Brock. She was there to interview Zach, and some other superstars for little parts, what did that have to do with you?"

"Pretty girl like her shouldn't be with Gowen, don't you agree?"

"You shouldn't have cared, you had the friend and she wasn't that bad looking either. So why Hayley?"

"The friend was an idiot and she was easily played with, having her on our side hurt Hayley and brought her down a couple of notches and she didn't know what to expect. She is a ripe young girl, and I knew I had to have her in this business."

"I still don't get it. You knew Zach liked her, I mean you pretended to be his friend long enough to learn that, which was what you were after, so why?"

"Yes I did know Gowen liked her, and as I said, she didn't need to be with him, she should have been with me. At the time I asked you in on the plan, I didn't know you had a soft side for the ice princess."

"Now you do, so will you lay off her?"

"Oh not by a long shot. Me and the ice princess have unfinished business. It seems though Randy, that I might not need your help anymore."

I had to get out of there, and fast before someone saw me, or worse they both came out and realized I knew everything. So Brock had been planning all of this in his head since the beginning. I knew I had to go find Hayley and tell her before it got any worse and from the sounds of it; he wasn't finished with her at all. I hated the fact that I was a pawn in such a sick game, but I had the chance now to make up for all the horrible things I had done to my best friend, and there was no way I wasn't going to fix it. Brock Lesnar had to be stopped, once and for all.

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