Chapter 17
Mandy's POV
There I was, standing outside the ring watching as Paul started climbing the ladder. Chris was lying practically lifeless on the mat. I laughed a little to myself at his words just prior to the match. "Just stand out there and look good. I'll get up in time. I know I can make this spot!" HA, yeah right. I knew it was up to me. Paul was staggering up to the top. Soon he was in perfect position. I looked at Chris and he wasn't even close to being on his feet. I jumped into the ring and raced up the ladder. I jumped on his shoulders and brought him to the ground with a hurricanrana from twelve feet above the ring. As soon as I hit the mat, I felt as if I hit harder than I probably should have. My heart seemed to drop and I was a bit dizzy, but my knee was fine. My lower back took most of the impact and I didn't feel I needed to sell the move at all because it knocked the wind out of me for real! I looked up and Chris was standing over me. I motioned to him with my arms for him to go for the belt. He climbed the ladder and held the belt high over his head in victory!
Backstage, Chris was pretty mad. "I know I could've gotten there. If you would have given me ten more seconds..." he started.
"If I'd have given you ten more seconds he would have had the belt in his hands Chris!" I shouted.
"Don't you understand that you could've seriously fucked up your career if you'd have landed on your leg! Let's not even mention the fact that if your career is over, that's gonna hurt mine considering we have a cult like following here!" he retaliated.
"Chris, relax man. It's okay, her career isn't over and neither is yours!" Paul defended. He's such a sweet guy!
"I don't even want to go there with you! I know you only think things went well out there because you got to have her crotch in your face!" Chris yelled. Paul scowled. It was one of the first times I had ever seen him seriously angry.
"Fuck this! I've had enough from all of you!" he stated as he walked away. I just stood there looking on. Chris watched him head off to his locker room and took a sip from his water bottle.
"So how is the knee by the way?" he asked. I shook my head in disbelief and walked away from him without answering. I went off and to talk to Paul about Jericho's poor attitude. Later that night I was still a little out of it from that huge bump. Chris was currently not speaking to me so you can imagine my horror when I got to the hotel only to find that him and I were sharing conjoining rooms. I was feeling tired and sore so I decided to turn in early. I was woken up sometime around three in the morning by horrible cramps that shot through my midsection. I cried out a little in pain and realized that my legs were really cold. I threw the covers off of me and turned off the light and looked down in terror to see that I was covered in blood! The white sheets were completely soaked in the liquid and I just sat there in shock. I didn't know what to do. I got up and ran over to the door leading to Chris's room and pounded on it violently. A few seconds later, Chris opened the door rubbing his eyes and pushing long blonde locks out of his face.
"Tish what in God's name is wrong...HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?" He asked realizing that I was covered in blood from the waist down. By this time I had burst into tears at the state I was in, not to mention the pain.
"I don't know, something is seriously wrong. I need to go to the hospital!" I said between sobs.
"It'll be okay, let me get my keys. I'll take care of it!" He stated taking me into his arms and leading me into his room. In a matter of minutes we were in his car on our way to the nearest emergency room. I felt bad about bloodying up the seat of his rental car, but he insisted that he would take care of everything and that we just needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible. I was still crying as I sat in the emergency room filling out forms while he started yelling at people to get me some help.
(A/N- Yes...Paul is HHH...)
Mandy's POV
There I was, standing outside the ring watching as Paul started climbing the ladder. Chris was lying practically lifeless on the mat. I laughed a little to myself at his words just prior to the match. "Just stand out there and look good. I'll get up in time. I know I can make this spot!" HA, yeah right. I knew it was up to me. Paul was staggering up to the top. Soon he was in perfect position. I looked at Chris and he wasn't even close to being on his feet. I jumped into the ring and raced up the ladder. I jumped on his shoulders and brought him to the ground with a hurricanrana from twelve feet above the ring. As soon as I hit the mat, I felt as if I hit harder than I probably should have. My heart seemed to drop and I was a bit dizzy, but my knee was fine. My lower back took most of the impact and I didn't feel I needed to sell the move at all because it knocked the wind out of me for real! I looked up and Chris was standing over me. I motioned to him with my arms for him to go for the belt. He climbed the ladder and held the belt high over his head in victory!
Backstage, Chris was pretty mad. "I know I could've gotten there. If you would have given me ten more seconds..." he started.
"If I'd have given you ten more seconds he would have had the belt in his hands Chris!" I shouted.
"Don't you understand that you could've seriously fucked up your career if you'd have landed on your leg! Let's not even mention the fact that if your career is over, that's gonna hurt mine considering we have a cult like following here!" he retaliated.
"Chris, relax man. It's okay, her career isn't over and neither is yours!" Paul defended. He's such a sweet guy!
"I don't even want to go there with you! I know you only think things went well out there because you got to have her crotch in your face!" Chris yelled. Paul scowled. It was one of the first times I had ever seen him seriously angry.
"Fuck this! I've had enough from all of you!" he stated as he walked away. I just stood there looking on. Chris watched him head off to his locker room and took a sip from his water bottle.
"So how is the knee by the way?" he asked. I shook my head in disbelief and walked away from him without answering. I went off and to talk to Paul about Jericho's poor attitude. Later that night I was still a little out of it from that huge bump. Chris was currently not speaking to me so you can imagine my horror when I got to the hotel only to find that him and I were sharing conjoining rooms. I was feeling tired and sore so I decided to turn in early. I was woken up sometime around three in the morning by horrible cramps that shot through my midsection. I cried out a little in pain and realized that my legs were really cold. I threw the covers off of me and turned off the light and looked down in terror to see that I was covered in blood! The white sheets were completely soaked in the liquid and I just sat there in shock. I didn't know what to do. I got up and ran over to the door leading to Chris's room and pounded on it violently. A few seconds later, Chris opened the door rubbing his eyes and pushing long blonde locks out of his face.
"Tish what in God's name is wrong...HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?" He asked realizing that I was covered in blood from the waist down. By this time I had burst into tears at the state I was in, not to mention the pain.
"I don't know, something is seriously wrong. I need to go to the hospital!" I said between sobs.
"It'll be okay, let me get my keys. I'll take care of it!" He stated taking me into his arms and leading me into his room. In a matter of minutes we were in his car on our way to the nearest emergency room. I felt bad about bloodying up the seat of his rental car, but he insisted that he would take care of everything and that we just needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible. I was still crying as I sat in the emergency room filling out forms while he started yelling at people to get me some help.
(A/N- Yes...Paul is HHH...)