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Chapter 9- Always the Problem Causer: Part 2

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I'll admit that I had to sit there a while before I answered. There were three possibilities: get on Tomko's good side, leave things alone and take whatever he dished out, or make matters a whole lot worse. I didn't like the latter two, but to me it wasn't worth risking it for the first and getting the third.

"Thanks RK, but I think I'll pass on the offer. It's not that I wouldn't prefer being on his good side... It's just that I don't want to be in worse standing than I already am," I said.

"Ok just let me know if you change your mind," Randy said as he stood up. I nodded and shortly after he exited the room. I sat on the bench waiting for 9:00 which was the time slot for my match. Time passed slowly. I watched many of the wrestlers get ready for their matches and I heard many of the plans for that night's matches. I was hardly interested though.

Finally (somewhere around 8:15) I left the men's locker room. I could not stand sitting there any more. I walked the hall for a few minutes before I came to the room that had "Batista" on the door. I knocked at the grey door then stood there for a moment. Dave was the one who came to the door.

"Come on in," he said as he moved out of the way. I noticed the glass of wine in his hand. I stepped into the room quietly. I knew all of the guys who had made up the group of Evolution fairly well. I had been the designated drive for them a few times and from there we just clicked even though he had opposite views on many different things. After I entered the room Dave returned to his seat. I sat next to the man closest to my age even though the big man was a closer friend of mine.

Even through his intoxication he could see that there was something wrong. I knew this by the worried glances he kept shooting me. I appreciated the big man's concern, but I wasn't exactly in the mood to rehash what I had told Randy in front of the entire group. Ric would play the father figure as usual and try to fix things with Tomko, if Dave didn't beat the crap out of him before Ric could. Paul would make it out like I was too soft and Randy would try to solve the problem and quite possibly get both of us hurt in the process if my concerns were voiced again.

I sat quietly in the room drinking a Pepsi as I listened to Ric talked to us about what makes a promo. We all listened with varying degrees of interest. I would have been very interested had I not had so much on my mind that night. Unfortunately, I did. I was still hoping that everything with Trish and Tomko would go away, but I was quickly beginning to doubt that. It wasn't something that happened often in the wrestling business.

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I was standing near the entrance ramp when Tomko and Trash walked up. Tras..ish approached me. Tomko stood where she had left him.

"Hi Punker," she said as she moved closer.

"Hi," I responded. I wasn't thrilled by the fact that she was trying to get close to me again.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I said. I wasn't exactly in the mood to talk to her, especially since I wasn't sure which part of Trish being around me pissed him off. She began to move closer to me as the wrestlers who had competed in the match before ours made their way to the back. As she continued to move closer I stood still. I tried to ignore her in hopes that she and Tomko would both just leave me alone. It didn't appear to be working. Fortunately my music blared over the PA system signaling that it was time to make my entrance. I quickly moved past her and walked out of the curtains.

I made my entrance as I always did then I stood in the ring waiting for the pair I really didn't care to see. As Trish walked down to the ring with Tomko I noticed that more of her cleavage than normal was showing that night. I guessed it was probably because she thought she could get with me that way. Unfortunately for her breast size had never been a factor for me.

The match began after a couple of moments. We started with a lock up in which Tomko gained the advantage. That was obvious as he was quite a bit larger than I am. At first the match was going as we had planned but it didn't take long before that changed. As he power bombed me again it tried to keep from showing just how bad it really hurt, but I ended up screaming seconds after I hit. I gave up on the hopes of making it out with injury. The match was no longer going as planned and it was requiring a lot of fast thinking. It had become a shoot wrestling match and we all knew it.

After a few moments I regained the advantage: of course that was short lived. I soon found myself on the out side with Tomko. He exposed the metal guard rails and dropped me on them ribs first. The only description for the sound that came out of me as I landed on the cold metal is a squeak. Yes, I squeaked. Pain shot through my side. I began to feel sick as the man kicked me in the ribs repeatedly. He finally pulled me back in the ring. There he continued to beat me ruthlessly. Trash... Trish was only helping in this destruction. As he continued to beat me my ribs throbbed more. When he threw me to the mat one last time to pin me my right hand came down first. As the crack resounded through my body I felt the sting go through my fingers into my hand. He finally pinned and picked up the victory. I lay in the ring for a moment before trying to get up. The ref knelt beside me and repeatedly asked if I needed help getting to the backstage doctor. I shook my head and then rolled to the side of the ring where I managed to stand up for a short period of time before falling to the ground. I slowly stood up then went to the back in this manner.

I made my way to the doctor as quickly as I could. I hoped I wouldn't see Tomko on the way. When I reached the room he quickly looked my over before telling me I had broken ribs and two broken fingers. I nodded and waited for him to brace and tape my fingers. He did so quickly then handed me the wraps I would need for my ribs after I got out of the shower. The pain was horrid as I walked back down the hall into the men's locker room. What I saw when I entered the room was something I never expected to see...

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