Chapter 11: Mrs. Devitt
"Do you think Finn would be better than The Demon, or like, not as much fun?" Sasha took a gulp of her coffee with a massive smile on her face.
"I am not havin' this conversation with ya." Becky shook her head and looked straight ahead at the road.
"I'm just saying, you have to wonder how it'd be different to sleep with him instead of The Demon." She looked out the passenger side window at the streets of Indianapolis.
"Yeah I wonder 'bout it quite a bit thanks Sash,"
"Bex I didn't mean," she looked back at her friend in the driver's side.
"We have these great nights togetha, amazin' really, best of my life." She reached down with her right hand for her coffee cup. "And then he immediately takes off so that Finn doesn't find out, an' I can't even say anythin' to him about it later."
"I'm sorry,"
"It's fine, I'm, I'm happy, really."
"Are you?" She could feel Sasha trying to read her face.
"Yeah, I mean, like I said, the sex isn't exactly… lacking." She giggled to herself, "so sure, I'd love to wake up to 'im, I'd love to get taken out to dinners and come home to flowers, and I'd love to kiss 'im whenever I feel like it. That's just not my life right now."
"As long as you're happy."
"I am." They pulled into the parking lot of the arena and unloaded their bags from the car.
"BECKY!" Big E called as they made their way to one of the side rooms where the New Day was set up . He ran over and gave her a bear hug. "No one told us you were coming!"
"Ah RAW and SmackDown can't split up Team Bae! Had to support my girl."
Sasha grinned and then motioned behind Becky's shoulder.
"Why don' we have a cool team name?" Finn was hovering in the doorway, smiling wide. She hugged him, but pulled away quickly.
"BeckIn?" Xavier suggested, "Fire Demons?"
"Irish booty kickers?" asked Kofi Kingston.
"Booty and the Beast?" said Big E.
"Does that make me the Booty?" Finn looked with a cheeky smile.
"Oh no, I'm the Booty," Becky responded, out of the corner of her eye she saw him glance down to the back of her skinny jeans.
"Yeah she's the Booty," Big E agreed.
"I'll concede."
They all laughed and Big E put his arm around Finn, "big match tonight champ, you gonna bring that title home?"
"No doubt 'bout it. Roman's not getting' anywhere near this tonight," he patted the belt on his shoulder.
"Are you nervous about the cell?" asked Sasha, taking a seat in a fold up chair by the monitor.
Finn took a deep breath, "I'm gon' give it my all, that's for sure."
Becky watched his face, it was clear he was nervous. They weren't doing paint tonight, Hunter wanted to keep it special, but he'd need to call on the Demon regardless. He caught her eye and smiled.
"Don't worry."
She'd been sitting at the production table with Hunter for the entire show. He'd agreed to let her be a guest backstage but wouldn't risk her being seen on camera to preserve the continuity of the brands.
"You know, I think you'd be good at this when you retire," he had said during a commercial break right before the main event.
"What's that, bossin' people around?"
"Exactly. Alright Roman, you ready?" He leaned back and addressed the two men waiting by the curtain for their entrances.
"Ready."
"Cue Roman's music," Hunter said into the headset as they cut back to the arena. "Finn?"
"Let's go." He caught her eye as Hunter looked back to the monitor, and winked. She felt her heart drop. The Demon was dangerous enough in a regular match, but Hell in a Cell was known for its brutality.
His music hit and he disappeared through the curtain, She watched his entrance on the monitor, he was moving with that eerie presence.
"He is such a star," Hunter commented as Finn showed off the Universal Championship Title from underneath his leather jacket.
"Always has been."
Their match was as rough as Becky had expected. It gave her plenty of moments to gasp as Roman would throw Finn like a Frisbee, or knock him against the wall of the cell. She spent most of the first 15 minutes with her hand to her mouth.
"He's a pro," Hunter said, looking over at her. "Finn will be okay."
"And Roman?" She asked, trying to change the subject.
"Well he'll be okay too, but I don't really think that's who you're worried about."
"What's he doing?" She nodded towards the monitor where The Demon was climbing his way up the corner of the cell.
"Winning, if he's lucky."
He had positioned himself about halfway up the cell. On the floor bellow Roman was grabbing at his legs, trying to pull him back down. Finn's body was already covered in welts from their encounter in the ring, and his eyes were getting desperate. The Demon did not like to be knocked down.
It happened in an instant, he leaped from the walls of the cell into the beginnings of a Coup De Grace. But Roman was standing, and much closer than he'd normally be. The force of Finn's legs to his chest caused both men to collapse awkwardly. Finn stumbled forward, grazing the side of his head on the ring and falling to the ground on one side.
"Oh my god." Becky squeezed her eyes tightly. She heard the announcers asking what had happened and after a moment she heard the bell.
"That's an X, get the medical crew out there now!" Hunter shouted at an assistant near him. "Do you want to come?" he asked her as he stood up.
"Sorry?"
"To the hospital? That's a possible concussion, a bad one too. You can come, but we have to move."
The ride in the ambulance was excruciating. He laid there in a neck brace looking up at the ceiling. After a few moments of his eyes blinking rapidly, his eyes looked over to her and he said,
"Well, did I win?" Hunter laughed, thinking it was Finn trying to joke in a difficult situation. But Becky took his hand in both of hers and squeezed it.
"No contest," she said very softly.
"Damn."
They whisked him off for tests and she sat in the waiting room watching Hunter talking with the front desk every opportunity he got. Defeated, he walked back over and sat down next to her.
"She says he's okay, no serious signs of a major trauma, but they're doing more tests and only family's allowed back there right now. "
"Dammit."
"Guess you could pretend to be his sister if you wanted."
She looked down at her right hand, where a faux gemstone ring from Forever21 sat on her pointer figure.
"I have a better idea," she moved it swiftly off of her right hand and onto the left ring finger. Hunter raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything as she approached the front desk. "Ma'am, you were just speaking to my friend about a patient, Fergal Devitt?" She made sure her left hand was resting on the counter top. "He's my fiancée."
One of the nurses escorted her to his room in the ER, the neck brace was gone but the bruises were starting to show. He looked like hell, weary and unmoving. A butterfly bandage sat on the side of his forehead where he'd narrowly missed knocking himself out all together. The nurse told them she'd have the MRI results in a few minutes.
"Now how'd you swindle your way into here huh?" He smiled brightly as she sat down next to him.
"I uh, told them I was your fiancée." She laughed nervously.
"Clever," he looked down at her left hand and reached over to take it in his. "But if I were gon' marry you, I'd have bought you somethin' much nicer than this." She felt a pang in her chest.
"What were you thinking Finn? You could've gotten killed."
"Wasn't exactly myself.
"It was so reckless, surely The Demon knows better."
"I don't think The Demon knows anythin'."
"He does. He's you, and you are smarter than that."
"It's not me."
"Yes, he is."
"What makes you so sure of that," his eyes narrowed, "have you two been havin' some lovely chats all those times it's taken over recently?"
"What? No, o' course not."
"You seem real confident you know all about it."
"I pay attention, Finn." Her face was heating up, she didn't want to do this, not here.
"Think it likes ya," he laughed slightly.
"What do ya mean?"
"It just seems to want to push its way out more if ya happen to be around." He was joking, but her heart was pounding in her chest. He smiled at her, "can't say I blame it."
"Devitt?" the nurse returned to the doorway.
"Yes?" they both said, looking over at her. Finn glanced over to Becky but didn't say anything.
"Well the good news is that you don't have a concussion. Actually that's just short of a miracle. It was a glancing blow, so you'll have to keep those bandages on and rest. The wrist is broken, too. We'll patch you up with a cast but you'll need to check in with your work about when you can, well, wrestle again. "
"Thank you ma'am." As she left the room Finn tipped his head back and let out a quiet "Fuck."
She took his left hand again, "that sounds like you got off easy."
"It's two months, Bex, easy." He started twirling the fake engagement ring around her finger and she pretended not to notice.
"Your brain could be scrambled eggs righ' now." She said earnestly.
"They're gon' take the championship."
She squeezed his hand again. "It's gon' be okay. I should go tell Hunter while you get that cast."
"Shit."
"Please don't say that in front of 'im Hunter. He's real freaked out you'll take the title."
"Becky, I have to. You know the policy about injured champions."
"It's only going to be two months!" she pleaded with him.
"At least, and if he has a set back or rehab doesn't go well it could stretch out for a lot longer. I can't make an exception. I'm sorry."
She slouched in her chair, wanting so badly to be able to fix this for him.
"Will you take me off the schedule for a couple weeks?"
He looked over at her, "You really want to put your career on hold to take care of him?"
"Just a couple weeks," she fiddled with the fake engagement ring on her finger. "I think he'll need me."
For a moment he just looked at her, but then sighed. "Alright, Mrs. Devitt. I'll take you off the schedule."