Chapter Ten

I arrive at the arena to see a crowd in the parking lot. I pull my car into an empty parking space and throw the car into park before running over to the crowd to see what's going on. Since every male decided they were going to see what was going on first, I can't see anything. All I know is that there is an ambulance close by. That means someone got hurt. And I don't mean, ouch I have a cut hurt. I mean I can't move anymore I need help or I could possibly die hurt. "What happened?" I ask as a general statement.

John Cena, a man I've never talked to more than once in my life, looks back at me. "Someone hurt Regal, someone hurt him bad." The Regal he's talking about is of course William Regal, Skip Sheffield's rookie. "And I bet I know who."

"Me too…" I murmur. It had to have been the boys in the Nexus. First Wade comes and tells Chris and I that Kofi Kingston has been attacked. Then, when I go to deliver Wade's wallet which he had dropped in our locker room while telling us that Kofi was hurt and I hear the R-Truth was attacked. Now it's William Regal's turn. Out of the three men that have been attacked so far, two of them are pros on NXT: R-Truth is training David Otunga and William Regal is training Skip Sheffield. It's obvious these NXT rookies are going after their pros. I mean, if what Wade and the others told me in the hall is true then they feel like they are treated unfairly. They are all close to each other and being made to combat each other like Roman gladiators contesting over who would be given freedom. Think of it as like you and your seven closest friends being told you have to compete because you all want the same job at a place that needs each of you.

"Those boys…they aren't gonna stop at nothing until they get what they want. It's pathetic," John sneers.

I start to protest, to explain the situation to him. But then that might reveal that I know what exactly is going on. So instead I say, "Yeah, Kozloff and Jackson are pretty angry at him still. I mean, c'mon, they've had that feud since ECW and there isn't even an ECW anymore."

"Um, I didn't mean Ezekial Jackson and Vladimir Kozloff." John says, wrinkling his brow as if he has no idea what I'm talking about. "Wait, you think Jackson and Kozloff did this?"

I nod earnestly, "Oh yeah! Don't you remember the hell of a hatred that they had with each other over on ECW? Those are the kind of grudges you don't let go of. Kinda like you and Randy Orton."

John smirks as Randy, who I noticed was standing next to John, smiles "Oh yeah, a grudge you can't let go of. Problem is, Cena and I don't hate each other anymore." He walks off towards the locker room and I look back at John.

"Oh," I sheepishly grin.

"Oh is right Mrs. Irvine. And I personally know Vladimir Kozloff, he's not the kind of man to hold a grudge. If he doesn't like you, he settles something right away." After a pause John says, "I think this was the work of the rookies from NXT. But then again I could be wrong."

"I don't think they'd disrespect their pros like that." I reply.

"It's a wonder what a rookie will do just to make a name for himself. Hell, I challenged the Undertaker when I was a rookie. I lost but the fact of the matter is I did it. They could do the same thing with the people who taught them and make just as big of an impact as I did when I challenged the Undertaker." John nods and walks away. I didn't blow my cover but I know he knows he's right. As a matter of fact, I don't remember the last time I saw Cena cut a serious interview or promo and he wasn't right.

I shake my head and head to my locker room. I change into a red tank top with black fingerless gloves made out of a fishnet like material, brown cargo pants, and brown boots. I spike my hair up in the back and take a look at myself in the mirror. I kinda look like Lita when she was with the Hardy boys, that is, if Lita had black hair and it was short. I hear the door open and from my spot at the mirror I can see the boys from NXT file in one right after the other with Wade at the front and Micheal Tarver bringing up the rear. "What do you all want?" I ask, never turning around to look them in the eye for fear that they could kill me with a glare.

"We want you to talk about the NXT finals tonight while you're talking about Chris' fight." Wade simply says.

"It took all of you to tell me that?" I ask, amused.

"We never go anywhere without the others. The ones who know we did the attacking, or by this point are starting to figure it out, could easily ambush us and take us out one by one if we did that." Wade replies.

"These boys ever talk for themselves?" I ask, finally turning to look at them after applying red lipstick.

"Of course we talk for ourselves," the red haired one, Heath Slater I think, speaks up. "Wade just seems to have better elocution."

"Well, it must be that English accent that does it." I tease. I go to leave but they form a line and block me from leaving.

"We need to know your behind this one hundred percent." Wade says.

"Yeah, yeah I'll do it."

"And when I win tomorrow I want you to clear the announcing booth next Monday. Am I clear?" Wade asks.

"Why? What's gonna happen to me if I don't clear the announcing table that day?" I ask.

At the same time, David Otunga speaks up by saying, "If you win Wade."

Wade gives David an annoyed look and then looks back at me with a sense of something in his eyes. It's either compassion or pleading. Perhaps it's both. "Just promise me you'll be out of there."

I bite my lip and nod, "Yeah, I'll find a way out of there."

"Good," Wade says. He leaves and the others follow him. I know now two things. One: it seems as if David Otunga harbors some sort of resentment towards the thought of Wade winning NXT. Two: something bad is going to happen if Wade does win. So for the sake of whatever is happening…I hope Otunga wins NXT. If not, everyone from the lowly tech guy in the back to Vince McMahon himself could be in trouble.