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Chapter Five
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The beat of the music could be heard from half a block down the street from the club. It pulsed with a great rhythm, making Ember want to get into the club quicker and dance. It took the superstars only about twenty minutes to get into the club, thanks to a bouncer recognizing them from TV and ushering them in. The club was packed with people. It had two floors to it. The front entrance led to the main dance floor, which was decorated in black and silver. There were black leather couches ever so often around the room, and a black marble topped bar stretched for quite a long way on the left side of the room. Black and silver stairs led to the upstairs area, where there was a large, roped off section for celebrities. Amy, Jeff, Chris, and Freya all immediately walked up to the roped off area, wanting to get a few drinks in them before hitting the dance floor.
"Come on," Ember smiled, taking Randy's hand in hers as they walked out to the packed floor, somehow finding space for them.
"Now, for all the lovely couples out there," The DJ said, beginning to play a slow song. "We're gonna slow it down a little." Ember laughed a bit as Randy wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled the small girl close to him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He then leaned down and kissed her softly.
The song ended about four minutes later, and Ember and Randy decided to join the rest of the group for a drink. They walked up the stairs hand in hand and sat down on one of the gigantic leather couches with Freya, Chris, Amy, and Jeff.
"I'll go get some drinks, anyone want anything?" Randy offered.
"I'll take a strawberry daiquiri." Ember said. Everyone else declined, considering that they all already had drinks. Randy returned a few minute later, with Ember's daiquiri and a Corona for himself. The group sat around, talking and laughing for about twenty minutes, before they all decided that it was time to get back out on the floor.
They all made their way down and each couple separated. Randy and Ember made their way to a slightly secluded spot. The lights were dim, the music pumping…
And that's when it happened. They heard a loud gunshot from a distance not so far away from them. Immediately, Randy threw his arms around Ember, shielding her with his body. She cried out loudly, clutching her arm. Blood was dripping in a steady stream from her upper arm down. Randy's mouth dropped open slightly, in total shock of what happened.
Quickly, he regained his senses and scooped her up. He got her out of the club as quickly as possible, and he spotted the rest of the group.
"What happened?" Amy yelled over the noise of the rush of people flooding out of the club.
Randy opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He was gaping like a fish out of water. "Get help," Was the only thing he could choke out. Amy nodded and retrieved her cell phone, quickly flipping it open. She called an ambulance, and, thankfully for them, the club was downtown and not too far away from the hospital.
The ambulance got there quickly, and they loaded Ember into it. Randy got in with her, and the rest of the group promised to follow them. They arrived at the hospital ten minutes later.
Ember had blacked out by this point.
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"What happened?" The small girl groaned, opening her sapphire blue eyes. She was lying in a hospital bed with Randy attentively at her side.
"The club…it…someone shot a gun and it got you in the arm," He stuttered. "It didn't tear any muscle or anything though…Just grazed your arm basically, but got deep enough so that you bled enough to make you pass out." He nodded.
She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes full of complete wonder and shock. "Who would want to shoot me?" She asked out loud.
"It may've just been someone looking for someone else…" Randy muttered. "And they got you in the process."
"Maybe." Ember said. She looked at her arm. There was a cleaned up gash would with what looked like about eight stitches in it.
"The doctors said you could leave whenever you woke up." Randy said. She nodded and let him help her up. They walked out of the hospital room, where the rest of the group was.
"Ember, are you okay?" Freya asked, hugging her friend. The German girl had apparently been crying; her mascara had ran down her cheeks and had been wiped off, but faded black could still be seen against her fairly pale skin.
"I'm fine." Ember nodded. "I just want to know who the hell did that." She shrugged and went to be checked out.
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"Damnit!" Trish said, stomping her foot on the ground. "How the hell could you miss, you dumbass?" She yelled at Tyson. He stood there, shaking his head.
"I don't know." He growled, dropping the pistol on the bed next to them. "She was in my fucking sights, and I just…argh!" He yelled, frustration taking over.
"Well, look." Trish hissed. "You had better fucking get her next time. I don't care if I have to kill this girl, and that's what it looks like is going to have to be done…but Randy Keith Orton will be mine."
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Ember paced their room, absentmindedly running her hand over the stitched up wound. "I won't be able to wrestle until I get these out because of where they are," She said. "They could rip."
Sighing, she looked at Randy. The two were once again in their…sleep attire, which were basically underwear. He was lying in the bed.
"I know, baby…" He sighed. He then patted the bed next to him and she crawled in. He held her close to him, kissing her cheek.
'What if someone wants me dead?' She thought, before the two drifted off to sleep.
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Two weeks later, Ember was back in the ring. She worked a few house shows and went over well with the crowd, and even had her first televised debut on Smackdown. Over the span of the two weeks she was out, Amy had, sadly, had to drop the title back to Trish.
It was the day that Ember would be making her first Raw debut. She and Amy were in the women's locker room, changing into their ring attire to work out before the show, which would be starting a few hours later. Before they had the chance to leave, Trish barged in, Nora behind her.
"Who's the champ now, bitch?" Trish sneered at Amy as she and Ember passed by. Ember glared at her, and Amy promptly told her to go fuck herself up the ass.
Ember laughed as the door closed at Amy's comment.
"Alright, lets go work out." Amy grinned. Ember nodded and the two began walking towards the ring, when a member of the crew tapped Ember on the shoulder.
"Mr. McMahon wants to see you." He told her. She looked at him, an eyebrow raised, before nodding.
"I'll see you in a few," She told Amy. She then walked off in the direction of Vince's office. As she approached it, she rapped on the door lightly.
"Come in," She heard him say. She opened the door and walked in, taking a seat across from him.
"I wanted to see you to talk about your position here." He started. Fear immediately washed over Ember; was he firing her for having to take the two weeks off? "You've gone over extremely well with the fans. They love you. So, tonight, you and Trish will have a match for the Women's Title, and you will win." Vince said, smiling. Ember grinned, squealing slightly.
"Thank you so much, Mr. McMahon!" She said, jumping up and walking around the desk. She then threw her arms around her boss, hugging him. "Thank you so, so, so much!" Vince chuckled.
"I've already had a crew member tell Trish the news." He nodded. The two then said their goodbyes for now and Ember left, running off to find Amy.
Meanwhile, Trish was still in the women's locker room, absolutely fuming and about ready to kill.