Summerslam 2016, 3 hours prior to the Kickoff show...
Amanda pulled herself up after zipping up her Balor Club hoodie over her Demon Mistress ring outfit and decided to go clear her mind… before inadvertently running into Alexa Bliss.
"You realise you're falling for it, right? Falling for Finn's charm? Well, you'll crash and burn with a broken heart, Mandy… he's done this before, even before reaching WWE." Alexa says in a snobby tone, Amanda rolling her eyes.
"I know him better than you do, Alexa… he's sweet, he's caring, he's honest, he's a damn good man. And honestly, I don't see how it's any of your fucking business. We're all adults, who we were with in our pasts shouldn't matter." Amanda says, Alexa narrowing her eyes at the older diva.
"Don't say that I didn't warn your scrawny ass… from what I've heard, you were quite a wild one in your younger years too." Alexa says, smirking as she expected Amanda to flip out… but all Amanda did was chuckle and the smirk dropped off of Alexa's face.
"Yeah, I was… but I grew up. I changed. Nothing wrong with that." Amanda says, Alexa storming off and past Finn, who walked to Amanda.
"What was that all about, Mandy?" Finn asks, Amanda not seeing the paint on him yet. "She's dredging up my past now, isn't she?" He asks.
"As well as mine, again. It doesn't matter, it's long over with." Amanda says, Finn reaching out and brushing his right hand against her face in a comforting manner.
She didn't look too worried… but he knew better and decided to clear things with her.
"I think I know who's doing this. Remember when I told you about Aileen?" Finn says, Amanda nodding. "About a year ago, me and her broke up because the long distance relationship wasn't working. She didn't take it well." He says.
"When the ex sees you as the enemy, things can turn really bad." Amanda says, unzipping her hoodie and pulling it down a bit before turning around, Finn's eyes widening in shock.
"Randy did that to you?!" Finn asks after Amanda turned back around and zipped up her hoodie.
"Me and him… were toxic to each other. The day I told him it was over, he went from crying and begging to livid and violent. I was so damn scared, Finn... I thought I wasn't gonna make it out of there alive." Amanda says, trying not to cry.
Finn pulled her into his arms, the two holding each other tightly.
Present time…
"Aren't ya gonna let me into the house? It's hotter than hell out here." Seth says, Amanda and Finn looking at each other before letting Seth in.
Although it was reluctantly as Seth could tell that Amanda stiffened a bit after closing the door.
"You still look mad…" Seth says, Amanda tempted to slap him but restraining herself… and Seth changed the subject. "I've always liked that color against your skin." He says, pointing to the berry toned nail polish on the 26 year old's fingernails.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Seth." Amanda says, Seth knowing that she had gone from calm to tense when he saw Finn lightly rubbing his left hand on her right arm.
"Yeah… look, I'm really sorry about what happened. To both of you." Seth says.
Amanda looked outside, narrowing her eyes… and jumping back in fright when she saw a woman about the same height at her watching them, the woman's eyes narrowed.
"You always attract the damn stalkers, you idiot!" Amanda mutters, Seth turning confused until he saw the woman across the street.
She watched them intently… until Amanda pulled the curtains closed, Heather turning startled.
"Damn… shut up!" Heather says, directed at her wristband at the end as it chimed and turned from yellow to light purple.
"The hell is going on out there?" Seth asks, trying to open the curtains but Amanda smacked his hands away.
"Those stay closed until she leaves!" Amanda says quietly, Seth looking around for Amanda's Beretta 71. "Locked it away. And by leave, I don't mean kill, you trigger happy loon!" She says. The trio waited for another quarter of an hour until Amanda pulled a small gap in the curtains, only to see Heather laid on her back on the ground, her gaze to the sun.
"This is fucking creepy." Seth says, Finn dialing 911.
It was about 15 minutes later that Heather stood up when an Orange County patrol car stopped and an officer got out.
"Ma'am, I'm not here to arrest you. Just to ask you to leave the area." The officer says, Heather not believing him and glaring when she saw Finn.
"Couldn't handle this yourself?!" Heather yells.
"Ma'am, calm down." The officer says, Heather glaring at him now.
"You have no idea who you're dealing with, back the fuck off!" Heather growls.
"I have to enforce the law, you're disturbing that man and his girlfriend." The officer says, Heather seeing Amanda.
"I was curious… and now I'm tired." Heather says, walking over to the sidewalk and lying down behind the nearest street lamp. "Goodnight officer." She says, the officer now noticing her lit wristband which was now at a faded pale red.
"Well that didn't work well." Seth mutters.
"What were we supposed to do, go over and ask her to leave?! She could have weapons and we don't exactly have our health at full steam!" Finn says, Heather noticing the sling on his right arm and the tape and splints on Amanda's thumb, index and middle fingers on her right hand.
"Well looking at her… less weapons, I'd call personality disorder of some sort." Seth says.
"Same here…" Amanda says, all three walking back into the apartment as storm clouds started forming and rain poured down, Heather letting out a startled scream as she bolted up to her feet.
"No… not the-" Heather starts to say, jumping as a clap of thunder echoed across the sky and she ran away at full pelt until she crashed into a sheltered alleyway, sliding down against the wall with tears down her face mixed with the raindrops, landing on the ground with her knees to her chin.
At the same time, Amanda jumped slightly as her phone rang but answered it.
"Sorry, Dean… it's just…" Amanda says, Dean noticing the unnerved tone of her voice.
"What happened kiddo?" Dean asks.
"Someone was watching us from across the street, acting strange… we called the cops but she still wouldn't leave." Amanda says, startling Dean.
"Is she gone?" Dean asks.
"Yes. It started storming and she screamed and ran off." Amanda says.
At the same time, Dean was getting out of his rental car after pulling it over, seeing Heather.
"Dean, you still there?" Amanda asks.
"Think I found your girl." Dean says, Heather looking up and quickly standing and backing up.
"Dean, be careful, please." Amanda says.
"Amanda, she's scared… very scared." Dean says, looking at Heather's tense and shaking form.
"We weren't trying to scare her…" Amanda says, Dean knowing that after what had happened at Summerslam, Amanda and Finn were being cautious and keeping an eye on their surroundings.
"I know, kiddo…" Dean says, looking at Heather. "Hey… it's alright, I'm not gonna hurt you. Sorry about what happened, my friends are a bit jumpy." He says after he and Amanda hung up.
"I'm an idiot… a wrecked, ruined, damaged and in tatters idiot!" Heather says, swinging out and slamming her arm to the wall.
"Hey, let's not do that, okay? Don't hurt yourself." Dean says, carefully examining Heather's left arm and Heather calming down a bit.
"Your friends… what happened to them? He was wearing a sling and her thumb and fingers were braced." Heather says.
"Things got a bit crazy. Those were scripted but one of my other friends used a little too much force… he didn't mean to." Dean says.
"Scripted?... Oh… I… I know you from somewhere damn it! It's… Am...brose?" Heather says.
"Yes. That tiny one, Amanda… she's had a lot of injuries over the years but in wrestling, they're considered normal wear and tear." Dean says, helping Heather to the car and into the passenger seat.
WWE Performance Centre…
"Oh… I didn't think you were here too." Dean says when he saw Seth.
"Showed up to check on them…" Seth says, seeing Heather watching Amanda and Finn.
"When you said tiny, you weren't kidding." Heather says.
"Yeah… sorry about earlier." Amanda says after she and Finn walked over to them, Heather seeing Amanda tense slightly when Seth touched her.
"As part of the script, I trapped Mandy's hand in between the steps and post…" Seth says nervously, lowering his hand.
At the same time, Aleister Black was helping Liv Morgan set up the ring when Liv saw the group and turned curious.
"Something up, Liv?" Aleister asks, Liv motioning to Heather.
"I don't remember seeing her here before." Liv says.
Aleister walked over, carefully pulling Amanda aside.
"Hey, easy!" Amanda says, Aleister realising he had grabbed her by her injured hand and letting go.
"The hell is going on here, kiddo?" Aleister asks.
"She showed up outside the apartment, we got freaked out a bit… she ran off and Dean found her. Aleister… we're not sure what to do, we don't know if she has any family out there." Amanda says, Aleister glancing at Heather.
"She doesn't look much younger than you." Aleister says.
"Which worries me because she's clearly scared… we didn't mean to but we panicked and called the police instead of handling it ourselves." Amanda says, Aleister lightly rubbing her right shoulder.
Looking around, Heather saw Samoa Joe setting some of the weights down and her wristband changed to a dark red.
"I've gotta find someone better to help train that woman before she hurts someone in that ring." Joe mutters, rubbing the red mark on his arm which resulted from Lana throwing a barbell at him… before he saw Heather walk over to him. "Hello…" He says.
"Hey… you're right." Heather says.
"I should just stick Mandy with this job but after her fingers ended up broken, I'm not so sure." Joe says.
"Small brunette, doesn't look like she's in her 20s?" Heather asks.
"Yes, how'd you know?" Joe asks, Heather motioning to where Amanda was. "I don't know what she does but she still looks like that 15 year old who first started training to wrestle." He says.
"Maybe that's just how you'll always see her… as that sweet little kid." Heather says.
"Like a little sister." Joe says, thinking back.