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CHAPTER THREE

The commercial break came to an end and the live show came back with a show of the recap of the attack from Kelly's bulldog to the reveal and Trish's blown kiss, obviously with a few things edited out to make it shorter. This was followed by actually live footage of Beth Phoenix and Melina being pushed on stretchers.

Melina let out cries of pain with each bump in the road or sudden movement that shook her gurney and therefore jolted her extremely injured leg further.

Opposite of this, Beth was completely unresponsive even after all this time, leading the medics to vocalize their worries that she may be put out permanently, though there was no definite yes or no to their speculation.

The medics continued to try to wake Beth up as they put her into the ambulance and the next match faded in.

Backstage, every other girl who had been backstage or who had been a part of the match, especially, sat on benches in the Diva's locker room.

They all had been given to the two medics who were left on-site, who weren't emergency personnel or helping them, and had been given Tylenol and Motrin, as well as Icy-Hot and then either hot or cold packs.

After this care had been given, and they were allowed to leave, they all went as quickly as they could away from there.

Though they disliked each other, and mostly stuck to their good-girl, bad-girl cliques, all of them had barricaded the group inside the locker room on agreement that it was the best idea for the time being.

"What the hell happened out there, you guys?" Eve found herself asking, because though she hadn't been involved in the attack, she had been backstage, watching the match for Kelly's sake, and partially for Gail's.

Kelly went to shake her head, but found that it hurt too much to even try such a simple action. "I can barely even remember what happened. I just know that I hit Nikki with the bulldog, and then the lights went out. The next thing I felt was a hand grabbing my hair. I didn't know that it was definitely them until the lights came back on."

"I thought that it was Kelly who was still on me at first, until I got my head tucked into someone's side, and felt myself get spun down to the ground. I was so dizzy, and after a couple kicks I hurt so much, that I didn't bother to move. I guess Lita was on me." Brie hugged her sister after she spoke, and they stuck to each other, eyes closed.

"I almost feel sort of bad for Melina…" Gail admitted, rubbing the back of her neck. "I mean… it wasn't fair of them to team up on her after the rest of us were down…" The girls who had been left unmoving on the mat had been informed of the full events during their time with the medics.

"What do you think happened to Beth, you guys? I couldn't tell. They were all just attacking me after you three went down, and then I saw Beth laying there when they all got out."

There wasn't time for an answer, as a knock on the door of the locker room shocked everyone into silence. The knocking continued for about a minute, before they heard a sigh, even through the door. "Girls… it's just me-John. You know who I am, all of you do. It's me and some of the other guys, we came to check up on you."

Remembering that John had once been, well, extremely close with Maria, Gail shook her head as Nikki moved to answer the knocks, and to let them in. Nikki rolled her eyes at the girl, and opened the door to let in the guys who had come to talk to them and check up on them.

Obviously, John Cena led the group of guys in, and he was followed by Christian.

"We saw what happened out there…" John began, but he obviously hadn't planned out the speech he was going to give to the girls very well, as after this beginning statement, he faded into silence, leaving the girls a little confused.

After a few seconds, Nikki responded. "Obviously you saw what happened out there. The whole world was watching us while we got our asses beaten down and then handed to us by a bunch of old ladies."

"Maria's only a year older than us, Nikki." Brie rolled her eyes at her sister's exaggeration, before she pulled her back down to hug her. Gail glared at the two of them from across the room and then rolled her eyes, deciding not to say anything for the better of the cause.

Christian let out his own sigh, inside the room this time, and put his hand on the back of his neck. "Well… yes… but we're sorry about what happened. If there was something that we could do, you know that-"

"Well, there is something…" Nikki muttered, and everyone turned to look at the older of the twins, who looked around the room before continuing. "What? I'm just saying, that if the guys really want to help us out, that they can. It isn't like we're helpless children, but with the other girls… no one really knows what to do."

"You used to be friends with Maria-you and Brie both were friends with her. You guys are really ones to talk."

"Kelly, come on. You know that she wasn't like this back then-everyone knows that. Besides, I'm pretty sure she didn't punch me in the face or kick me. She knows who I am." Nikki scoffed, as though everyone should be able to differentiate her from Brie.

"Girls!" Everyone turned to look at John, who had officially gained their attention after interrupting the miniature chick-fight. "Really. You girls don't get along, and I know that, but please. You all have to get along for now, or they will take you all apart." Almost ashamed-looking, Brie and Nikki looked at each other, and then down to their laps.

Christian, trying to brighten the mood a bit, supposedly, spoke next. "Ashley and Maria weren't that good when they were still employed by the WWE, but they're a lot better now. You need to step up your game."

Kelly looked to the boys, ignoring Nikki for the time being. "So… what's the plan, then, guys? If you even know."

"The plan is obviously going to be bodyguards," Nikki answered, butting into the conversation once again. She moved her arms so that her hands were on her hips, and smiled a bit. "We'll get anyone who will agree to help us out to lend us a hand. They won't have to come out with us if they don't want to, but they'll be waiting backstage if the girls attack."

"They can't prevent it, but they can ease the pain of it if and when it has to happen… okay, Nikki. Normally I'd never say this, but you're brilliant." Brie smiled, before watching as Eve pulled out her phone.

"So, who do we want?"

That conversation went on for a long while, the boys calling Superstars on the spot until every Diva had one Superstar on their show who would be their official bodyguard.

"Shouldn't we call Alicia? She can tell the girls to watch out on SmackDown and to make sure that they're extra cautious. I mean, that seems like that best idea."

"We can call Randy." John offered.

"Sure, that's a good, idea, but won't they have watched RAW? They'll know that they should watch their back."

Kelly laughed at Brie's comment, before grabbing her side and coughing. Then, she continued. "It's pretty cute that you think the girls on SmackDown give a damn about the girls on RAW. For the most part, that's a negative. Besides, I know for a fact that most of them. Natalya told Eve that, and-"

"And Eve told you? How cute. You all are just an inseparable bond. It's disgusting." Brie and Nikki laughed at Nikki's comment as she moved to sit back down on the bench, all of the boys standing awkwardly over the sitting girls now. "We can call to SmackDown, but I don't think they'll listen."

"It's worth a shot." Kelly said, as Eve began the call to Alicia.

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