Demetria looked across the ring at Brock. It was written all over Brock's face. He didn't want to be there. Vince had to have either offered something good or be holding something over Brock's head in order to make the beast actually go to the ring for this match.
"Ring the bell!" The referee shouted.
The bell ran and Brock ran towards her. In Brock's world this would be quick. A German suplex and an F5. She wasn't about to play like that though. She sidestepped him and grinned. He dove in again, and she did the same. His face was turning red. He was getting angry.
"What's the matter, beast? Can't catch me?" She mocked.
He charged in a third time, this time catching her, lifting her up and running with her to the turnbuckle. Her back slammed against it and he started driving his shoulder into her ribs again and again. She finally understood how Roman had felt back when he met Brock at Wrestlemania the first time. Brock slowly stood up and smirked at her before leaning in to whisper so the cameras wouldn't catch it.
"I'm gonna fuck you up," he whispered.
He grabbed her and threw her up on his shoulders. He walked to the middle of the ring to deliver an F5. She knew this wouldn't be a one and done no matter how she sold the move so she decided not to sell it. He threw her and she countered by landing on her feet. She spread out her arms and smiled as she took a couple of steps backwards. The crowd was eating it up. Brock couldn't possibly get more red in the face by the way he was looking.
"Get her, Brock!" Paul Heyman shouted.
"This is it. I'm gonna die now," Demetria mumbled to herself.
Brock charged in with a couple of knees to her stomach. Both of them actually hitting her to knock the air out of her. She fell to the mat. He rolled her over on her back and straddled her. He grabbed her head with one hand and smashed his elbow down in her forehead three times in a row. She felt the pain from the blow. She felt her skin break. She felt blood pouring out of her head. So this was how Randy Orton had felt at Summerslam some years ago.
"I warned you!" Brock growled.
She suddenly couldn't remember what he had warned her about. Her vision was clouded. She felt dizzy. She was sure she was about to pass out from blood loss.
"I need help," she mumbled.
Only Brock heard her and he wasn't about to pass on the message to the referee. Instead he yanked her back up and threw her over his shoulders again. He was going to end it with an F5 no matter what. Only it never came. When she was sent flying, she flew straight ahead. Someone else was in the ring. Someone had taken down Brock for some reason. She didn't remember agreeing to a third person in this match.
"Demetria!"
His voice sounded so familiar but she was tired. She just wanted to sleep. She didn't care who the third person in the ring was. She was too tired to answer him.
"Stay awake!" He barked. "Come on, Demetria, stay awake. Open your eyes. Fuck! We need help!"