Hello, lovely readers!

So I ended the last chapter with a pretty big cliffhanger. I do like to keep my readers on their toes lol. I have to have one last blast of drama before this story ends! And Sheamus has been the villain on this piece. It was obvious he wasn't going to let things lie simply because he lost the match.

Raquel the writer – No he will not!

Morrowsong – It's not going to end well, but for who, you will have to read on and find out

Labinnacslove – He is a total freak and a bit obsessive. And I'm happy she's getting on with Randy again too

Guest – This is the big crescendo, the big final ending

Ambrose-kohli-girl – One down, one to go. Hopefully she can get Hunter on side too

AngelsDestiny22 – He really does! The guy doesn't know when to quit

Tantoune – I wanted Holly and Randy to sort things out before the end. And it's so sad this story will end. But it's come to a good point and I have so many other story ideas I want to try

Irishblue69 – I love throwing curveballs. Keeps everyone on their toes. You'll have to read on to see what happens

Calwitch – No Paige had nothing to do with this. I simply used her as a way to get Holly outside. Sheamus is angry and as we have seen he has no qualms with hurting a woman. He's mad and he wants to make her pay

Debwood-1999 – I love speculating too. And I love to read that you speculate. It means you enjoy my story and are invested in the story. You will have to read on to see if any of your theories are correct.

Seth Rollins babe – I'll be sad when this story ends too. It's been so much fun to write

Dutchangel1979 – Lol sorry about the cliffhanger! But it means it's going to be an exciting ending

LeaMarie F Metallium – Haha! A perfect statement!

Haha95 – Ooh! Good to hear. If you want more then here it is!

Nattiebroskette – Welcome to the story! And wow, that's so lovely of you to say. I love writing Dean this way. I wanted to give him the Moxley element that a PG WWE restrains him from having, but also the caring side we see of Dean on screen with his brother Roman Reigns for example. And I'm glad you like Holly. She's one of my favourite OCs to write.

Wolviegurl – If you want more then here's more!

Eclipse03 – He's a bit of an idiot, isn't he? But he wants revenge and he won't stop until he gets it.

This chapter is named after 'Pass Out' by Tinie Tempah

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

It was like time had frozen and stood still as I looked up at him, my eyes blinking, not quite sure if he was real or not. My body would not shift from the spot I was on, the only movement it created being the trembling that was a natural reflex action to seeing him there.

My mouth was dry and no matter how hard I tried I could not swallow down the lump that was in my throat.

I looked the man up and down as a silence enveloped us, neither of us taking the first step to talk. He looked a little worse for wear if I was honest. His usual tall Mohawk was flat upon his head as his hands rested in the pockets of his grey jacket. Scruffy jeans adorned his legs, the skin around his eye purple, no doubt an injury from the fight tonight.

Considering everything, considering our history and considering what had happened in the wrestling ring only a few hours earlier, he seemed surprisingly calm. Normally this would have been a good thing, but to me in appeared uncharacteristic, creepy and only made my nerves worse.

My breathing came out quite heavy, the condensation from my mouth in the cold night air masking his face momentarily. Each hair on my body stood on end as my eyes managed to leave his form to scan the area around us. There was not another single person in sight, not a soul, not even a cat or a rat.

It was just him and I.

Slowly I brought my eyes back up to him, somehow managing to swallow the lump in my throat down.

"Holly," he nodded in greeting.

"You must have a death wish or something," my voice got out. "Only a mad man would try this again."

"Maybe I am a mad man," he suggested. "Enough has happened to warrant it. You've put me through enough to drive me there."

"You put yourself through it," I told him.

He laughed lightly, cynically. "No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"You're so blind to it all."

I frowned. "Only one person is to blame for everything that happened to you and he's standing right in front of me."

"Then how come every little negative thing that came my way somehow had you involved?" he asked. "Now matter how big or how small the problem was, or whether it was in the ring or out of it, there you were, the cause of it all."

I shook my head. "Don't blame me for all of this. You attacked me. You cornered me. You sought to fight The Shield on your own. I did nothing."

"But you did everything," he said. "That's the thing, that's what you don't get. You did it all."

"No I didn't."

"It can't just be coincidence that you were always there when I had problems," he said. "No one is that unlucky, Holly. There's a reason you were there. There's a reason I found trouble wherever you went."

"Don't make me culpable for your mistakes," I challenged.

"It's so frustrating, because you've gotten away with every last thing you've done to me," he said. "The suspension, losing my briefcase, getting fired. Not once have you been punished for what you did."

I gritted my teeth, hoping that someone would eventually come outside looking for me. Perhaps the longer I kept him talking then the more time would pass and someone would seek me out. I needed someone to realise I was missing.

Dean, Randy, anyone.

"The reason I wasn't punished was because I did nothing wrong."

"Maybe it's because your big brother managed to protect you and avoid anything happening to you. Maybe it's because you're a woman meaning you're perceived as this innocent angelic person. Or maybe fucking that lunatic paid off to the point where you gained constant safety. Because that's the thing – you have every last one of them wrapped around your little finger. Ambrose… Orton… Hunter."

He took a step towards me so I took a tentative step back.

"They do what you want, when you want," he continued. "But I don't buy it. I don't get it. I see right through it. The act doesn't cover up what a twisted, manipulative, dirty little bitch you are." His voice had deepened, his tone a lot more sinister than it had been at the beginning.

He took a much bigger step towards me this time but I quickly took another one back.

The fear in me grew stronger the more he spoke and I knew my plan of waiting around for someone to find me was running out of time. I'd kept him out of here long enough already and the talking was only making him worse. Someone needed to come out to me and they needed to do it soon.

"Not once have you had to feel any pain over this," he told me as he stepped closer. "Not once have you been reprimanded for the trouble you've caused. And I don't think that's fair."

"Get back," I warned him.

"Fuck off," he said.

"You aren't even supposed to be near me," I told him. "You were supposed to walk away and never see me again. It was part of our deal if we won the match."

"Part of the deal was also the fact it was supposed to be The League Of Nations vs The Shield and yet you added Orton. You broke your end of the deal before the match even began so why can't I? It's been a long time coming but you're finally gonna pay for what you did."

Before I could blink he was on me. He suddenly grabbed me in his arms and held me tightly. I began to scream and attempt to wriggle out of his hold but he was far stronger than I was. His arms grabbed me tighter, squeezing so hard that a sharp pain suddenly shot through my body. It felt like a bruised rib but I had no time to focus on that. I just needed to get away from him.

So I swiftly brought up my knee, hitting him in the groin as hard as I possibly could, Sheamus crying out and letting me go. I coughed, the pain in my side gut wrenching. I clutched it, hoping there was no permanent damage. I managed to look up to see him hunched over, his hands holding where I'd hit.

"You little bitch," he growled to himself.

I needed to escape. I needed to rush away to get help before he could do anymore to me. My mind was racing and my head was panicking but I knew I had to keep as calm as I could in order to formulate a plan.

I thought to run straight into the bar, but his hunched over form blocked my path to the door. He'd catch me for sure if I even tried to get to it, so I knew I had no other option.

I had to run.

He looked up at me, his body ready to move so I did all I could in that moment. I turned on my heel and ran away as fast as my legs could carry me. I could hear his footsteps behind me so I knew he was close behind and he was following me. I just knew I needed to create as much distance between us until I could reach someone or reach a point of safety.

Running was harder than I thought, the movement making my ribs hurt more than ever. But I pushed through the pain and I kept going. From the look on Sheamus's face, this could be the difference between life and death. I was in a fight or flight situation and thankfully my body chose to fight.

So I ran on, fighting to get air into my lungs, fighting through the pain in my ribs, fighting through the aching in my legs. I couldn't let him get to me.

I turned a corner, running into a completely new street. I was in a foreign city and didn't know my way around, so I went wherever I could get to, running in no particular direction, only forward. Sadly his footsteps behind me never lessened, his longer and stronger legs easily keeping up with my pace.

"Get back here!" he yelled but I never looked behind me, I just continued on.

I darted through several streets, the bar forever away until I came to a tree filled park. It looked dark, vast and wide, the perfect place to hide and get away from him. The open streets weren't creating enough distance between us and it was the only idea I had. So I ran straight for the park, hoping the trees would create a maze where I could easily lose him.

It was dark but there was enough light around me for me to navigate my way through the trees in front of me. I needed to get through the depths of the trees in order to lose him quickly so I did just that, swiftly running and darting through each one. My ribs began to hurt even harder and I knew I wouldn't be able to run much longer. But I was making decent ground and I could hear the footsteps behind me fading the longer I moved.

Eventually I was enveloped in silence so I stopped and looked around me, visibly relaxing once I realised I was alone. I'd managed to lose him.

I clutched at my chest, resting against the trunk of a tall tree, fighting to get my breath back. My lungs hurt and my throat was sore as I breathed rapidly to regain some energy. My mouth felt dry, the need for water great. The pain in my ribs lessened as my lungs managed to calm, but I still knew I'd need to get checked over right away. This pain wasn't normal so I knew he'd caused some sort of damage.

I managed to stand up straight once I'd rested and my breathing was back to normal. I brushed my hair away from my hot forehead, knowing I needed to get back to the bar quickly. I needed to tell everyone what had happened and what was wrong and I needed to do it now.

But no sooner was I ready to set off did I hear a rustling. I froze to the spot, cautiously looking around. The deeper into the trees I'd gotten, the worse the light had been so it wasn't easy to see everything around me. I knew I was relying more on my ears now than my eyes. I heard the rustling again and I swallowed, hoping it was a squirrel or a bird making noises.

And then everything went silence, the only sound being the shaky breaths that left my mouth.

That's when he suddenly appeared.

He came out of nowhere, launching himself towards me aggressively. I barely had time to move or retaliate; he was far too quick for me. He pushed me, my body falling backwards into the tree behind me, the back of my head hitting harshly against the hard bark of the tree trunk. I let out an almighty cry as a sharp pain shot through the back of my head. It was a pain I'd never felt before and my vision instantly went blurred, my head feeling dizzy. I hoped it wasn't a concussion.

Fuck!

I barely had time to get my bearings or figure out what had happened before he quickly grabbed me, pulled me forward and threw me harshly to the ground. I landed awkwardly on my shoulder and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming out. My hand instantly reached over to clutch it, my shoulder stinging at the simplest of touches. It felt as if it had been dislodged from the socket.

I began to whimper as each wound began to hurt more, my head throbbing, my eyes barely able to focus on what was in front of me. I heard footsteps draw closer, my eyes only able to make out a blur walking towards me. I began to tremble in panic as Sheamus finally stopped in front of me.

I wanted to move, I wanted to fight back, I wanted to make sure he never had a chance of getting me but I couldn't. My eyes and head would not allow me to see or get up without feeling dizzy or sick, and even if I could the pain in my ribs and shoulder stopped me from doing anything.

I began to sweat, my breathing heavy, my heart pounding as he bent down to address me. A slap suddenly connected with my face, making my hurting head whip to the side. The sound echoed throughout the park, my face stinging as soon as his hand had connected. I'd never taken a slap so hard and I knew it would leave a mark.

I could feel tears building behind my eyes but I refused to cry. There was no way in hell I was going to show such emotional weakness. It was what he wanted and I wasn't giving it to him.

Someone... Anyone... Help...

"This is what it's like when the shoe is on the other foot," he told me, slapping my face again so my head whipped the other way. "This is what's it's like to be hurt, to be attacked, to feel like there's nothing you can do."

"S-Stop…" my voice broke. It was the only words I could get out.

He suddenly grabbed my hair and yanked my head up so my ear was by his mouth. I cried out in both pain and fear as his sinister voice sounded out.

"You took everything away from me, you little bitch," he sneered. "So I'm going to enjoy every minute of making your pay."

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for his next hit… but it never came.

My hair was suddenly let go and I fell back to the ground, my head hitting the grass hard, the pain feeling worse as I saw black spots in my vision. Nausea was hitting me and the dizziness felt so much worse. I rubbed my shoulder in an attempt to sooth it and slowly opened my eyes to see where he'd gone. I searched as frantically as my head would allow me, my eyes slowly widening as they landed on his form.

He was lying on his back on the ground about ten feet away from me. His body was fighting to get up but something on top of him was stopping him… or perhaps I should say someone.

Dean.

I wasn't sure where he'd come from or how the hell he'd managed to find me but I didn't even care. The point was he was here and Sheamus was nowhere near me.

Dean straddled him, not allowing him to get up or move, punches hitting his face one after the other, the loud sound of connecting skin echoing throughout the park.

I could feel my head hurting more, my vision slowly going more blurred as I tried to focus on the scene in front of me, trying to make more sense of it.

With each punch, a growl left Dean's mouth, his fists poised, not holding back once. As each one connected, Sheamus whimpered, pure fear sounding from the man. The sound of Dean's fists connecting with his face should have made me want to vomit, but it didn't. I was far too relieved to be disgusted as the smacks turned into crunches. No doubt Dean had broken the Irishman's nose.

And that's when I realised it wasn't Dean saving me.

Sure, it was Dean in body, but certainly not in mind.

This was the lunatic.

Blood began to splatter the longer the lunatic hit him, Dean's face becoming stained with flecks of red liquid. It was pouring down Sheamus's cheeks onto the grass below him, the Celtic Warrior's fighting having stopped long ago. It was like all his energy had faded, like he had nothing left in him to defend himself.

All he could do was lie back and take whatever the lunatic was offering him.

That's when I began to worry. I had seen Dean do this to Sheamus once before, but I had been well enough to get up to stop him. Once Dean became the lunatic, his anger knew no bounds and he would only stop once the job was done. The lunatic had no fear and no concept of right and wrong, especially in the eyes of the law.

He wouldn't care if he beat Sheamus to the point of unconsciousness or even death. All he cared about was protecting and avenging me, and getting the job done.

But he couldn't do that, he wasn't allowed. No matter what Sheamus had done to me, the consequences for the lunatic would be far worse, especially if the police got involved. Even though his attack was in the name of defense, it could lead to his arrest for violence or even worse… murder.

And from the way the lunatic was beating the shit out of Sheamus that could very well be the outcome here.

I needed to get to him…

I needed to stop him…

I needed to calm the lunatic.

I slowly moved my body, trying my hardest to get up to reach Dean before he went too far, every part of me aching. But too much damage had been done. Pain shot through my ribs and shoulder as my head began to spin wildly. I quickly stopped moving and dropped my weak body back to the floor, unable to move.

All I could do was watch them, my vision getting worse and worse the more my head span. The dizziness grew worse, my eyes struggling to remain open. Breathing got harder the more my ribs hurt and I wasn't sure how much longer I could last.

I needed help…

I needed relief…

I needed something…

And my body was only thing to help me right now.

I watched as Dean continued his attack, the spinning hitting me to the point where I couldn't go on anymore.

My vision slowly faded, my eyes taking one final look at the man I loved before I finally blacked out.

Again, a huge thanks to Raquel the writer, Morrowsong, labinnacslove, Guest, ambrose-kohli-girl, AngelsDestiny22, Tantoune, irishblue69, calwitch, Debwood-1999, Seth Rollins babe, dutchangel1979, LeaMarie F Metallium, haha95, nattiebroskette, wolviegurl and Eclipse03 for their reviews.

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