Chapter Eighty-Six: Dave's P.O.V.

"Good, I just don't want you to get in any more trouble," Jessie said, and pulled me into a hug.

"I won't, I promise," I replied as there was a knock on the door. "That's probably one of the guys." I got up and opened it to find Randy, Stacy and Adam standing in front of me. "Hey," I greeted.

"How's she doing?" Adam asked.

"Pretty good, still in a little bit of pain," I answered as Stacy walked over to Jessie and started up a conversation.

"I would be too, if I were her," Randy cut in. "Paul's like three times the size of her."

"Yeah, but believe me, he is not going to get away with this."

"Hi, Randy," Jessie said from her spot on the bed.

"Hey, how you feeling?"

"Not too bad," she smiled, weakly and then noticed Adam. "I'm surprised to see you here."

"Well, don't be. You know that I care for you, Jess. I stayed with you through everything else, there was no way I was going to stay away from you when you're in this much pain," he said and gave her a hug.

"So you forgive me?"

"Of course, I do, Jess."

I shifted uncomfortably as the two shared their little moment. Jessie must've noticed and decided to strike up a conversation with a different topic. "I thought John was coming, too."

"He was supposed to," I answered.

"Well, I don't think he'll be here anytime soon," Stacy spoke up. "Randy and I saw him leave with Trish right before we came up here."

"Oh well, let him have his fun," Jessie smiled. "He deserves it."

"So exactly how are you going to get back at Paul for this?" Randy asked as he drove to the arena later that day with Adam and me as passengers.

"I'm going to do everything in my power to provoke him so that he'll throw the first punch. That way I can beat the shit out of him and say its self defense," I replied, looking out the window.

"That's good strategy," Adam told me from the backseat. "But are you sure you don't need any help?"

"No. This is between Paul and me."

"Well, we got your back just in case Ric tries to get involved."

"Copeland, if Flair gets involved, we could just call Jess and have her take care of him," Randy joked, causing the two of us to laugh.

"You know what, guys?" I said, an idea coming to mind. "Maybe I do need a little help."

It wasn't long before Raw that night that I ran into Paul and Ric. Personally, I was hoping I wouldn't run into him until later on because my help had yet to arrive.

"Look, Ric, it's the resident liar and traitor," he sneered.

"That was good, did you come up with that one by yourself or did Ric have to help you?" I asked, boredly.

"Listen, buddy," Ric said, poking a finger into my chest. "You don't talk to The Game like that. Show the man some respect because without him you would be absolutely nothing."

"Bullshit," I replied, shoving his hand away. "If I were you, I'd be showing ME some respect if you don't want your ass kicked."

"Is that a threat?" Paul asked.

"No," I answered, moving closer to him. "It's a promise."

"You know, Dave?" he chuckled. "I see what you're trying to do. I'm not stupid. Let me tell you this: I would not waste my time on someone like you," he said and began to walk away.

"Because you know you wouldn't win."

"Are you kidding me?" he scoffed. "I could beat you so fast you wouldn't have a clue as to when the beating began and when it ended."

"You are a very funny guy, H. When was the last time you won a fight without someone interfering or an illegal object such as a sledgehammer finding its way into it?"

"So you're saying that I couldn't take you in a one on one confrontation?"

"No, I'm saying that you couldn't take me on even if you had Flair and a sledgehammer."

One thing I had learned during my time in Evolution is you don't insult Paul's ability to win a fight or wrestle in a match. I knew this would eventually get him hot and he wouldn't be able to control the fact that he wanted to kick my ass. "I mean, no wonder the writers had the rest of Evolution interfere in your matches. I guess Steph didn't want to embarrass you by letting you fight by yourself."

"Well, I'm sure your girlfriend doesn't feel the same way you do."

"Actually, his girlfriend is doing just fine besides the fact that she can't see out of one eye," I heard Jessie's voice from behind me.

A smile had crept across my face. Help had arrived.

"And yes, I do feel the same way that Dave does. That's why at Wrestlemania 21, you will lose your title to him, after he wins the Royal Rumble."

"Are you serious? This is a fucking travesty. I swear, you better change your plans, or I'll have them changed for you," he threatened.

"Oh, really? Just to let you know, Vince loves the idea of Dave eventually becoming champion. I doubt that any persuasion from you is going change his mind. And I'm sure that threatening him won't do any good. Unless you threaten to sneeze then that MIGHT change his mind. It would me. I wouldn't want the bus that can fit up your nose to come flying out at me."

I couldn't help but laugh and I swore I sawa hint of a smile on Ric's lips but it quickly disappeared. One person who wasn't laughing, however, was Triple H, whose arm was back ready to swing at Jessie. I stepped in front of him so that his fist collided with my face. And chaos ensued.

In a matter of milliseconds, Paul was on the floor and I was on top of him, bashing my fists into his face. Five minutes later, I finally felt officials pull me off and I looked down at my handy work Both his nose and mouth were bleeding. More officials were helping Paul up as Jessie looked at me with an evil look in her eye.

I smiled, still being held back by the officials, as she walked over to them, knowing what she was about to do.

"Oh my God, Paul. Are you going to be okay?" she asked with fake concern. "Well, if you were before you aren't going to be now."

I cringed as Jessie's three inch heeled boots connected with Paul's umm…lower extremities in the worst low blow that I had ever seen.

As Paul doubled over in pain, I did the same in laughter. Jessie smirked and walked back over to me, linking her arm with mine. We walked back to my and Randy's locker room with smiles on our faces and revenge off of our minds.

There you go! The chapter you've all been waiting for! The one where Paul finally gets what he deserves! I hope you liked this one! The last chapters are going to be focused mainly on Dave and Jessie's lives away from the show. And don't worry, John and Trish fans, you will find out what happened on their date. Until then, keep reviewing, please!