Roman jumped to open the door as MiraBeth wiped her eyes. When a frantic Dolph Ziggler nearly fell into the room, she looked completely in control. "What's wrong?"

"Randy Orton is losing it. Seth has him in a locker room. The man is shouting, throwing things, and…." MiraBeth didn't stay to listen to anything else that Dolph had to say. She was out the door and down the hall with Roman hot on her heels.

"Why is MiraBeth going to Randy?" Dean asked, matching strides with Roman.

"Let it be." Roman muttered. As they neared the hall the sounds were frightening. The hallway was filled with echoes of metal on metal, shouts that made little sense, flesh hitting unknown objects, and Seth's voice trying to calm the raging man. Roman reached for Dean as he watched MiraBeth slip through the doorway. "I know she can handle herself, but that doesn't mean I can't be concerned." he whispered.

Dean pushed Roman to lean against the opposing wall and leaned beside him. Neither said a word as Dolph took a matching position opposite them. It didn't take long for the hallway to line with wrestlers, all leaning against the walls with their arms crossed over their chests. None spoke. All listened as the ruckus inside the room continued. A trash can smashed against a wall. MiraBeth's voice remained serene and controlled. The door opened a smidge and Seth came out. The muscle in Roman's jaw ticked as Seth leaned against the wall next to him and spoke softly. "MiraBeth is unflappable, composed. She seems to understand why Randy is in the process of losing it."

"I'd say he's lost it." Dean said.

Seth shook his head. "They talked before about the stages of grief. He knew anger was a stage that was coming. He just didn't think it would be this soon. He thought he'd have more time dealing with denial and in isolation but apparently he's skipping straight to anger." Seth spoke louder as he saw Dolph leaning forward. "MiraBeth and Randy saw and experienced something none of us did. I can't imagine what they have to cope with. I didn't know what to say to him. When he saw her his demeanor changed. His anger was… different. I think she's going to be able to get through to him. I just hope it's before he hurts himself." The sound of something else crashing came from the room.

The men lining the hallway heard what Seth had described. They understood that their comrade wasn't just losing it, that he was battling emotions from the accident scene that he had witnessed. As if this needed to be confirmed Randy shouted, "Why did the kid die?" SMASH! "Why didn't the drunk b*st*rd?!" CRASH! They couldn't hear MiraBeth's response, only her soothing even-tones came through the door. They could hear Randy continue to pace and rant, Mira respond calmly, and his anger-filled tirade slowly losing steam.

MiraBeth watched Randy pace the room like a caged animal. His thick thighs rubbed together, his stance was predatory as he stalked back and forth with that walk where his knees almost faced sideways. His hands flexed anxiously by his sides as his arms pumped up and down. After MiraBeth had motioned him to leave and he had initially refused, Seth finally squeezed through a small opening in the door. He seemed to understand that Randy's anger was at the situation and not at a person. MiraBeth realized that Randy knew who she was and that they were alone in the room. Even so, this was not a safe situation to be in, so she stayed in a close radius of the door.

Randy exploded. "Why did the kid die?" He threw a chair from this side of the room to the opposite side of the room. "Why didn't the drunk b*st*rd?!" He picked up the remnants of the chair and slammed them against the lockers.

"Questions like that will eat you alive, Randy. The anger will tear you apart." She was careful to keep her voice serene and level.

"You think I care? Why the hell should I care?!" he thundered, grabbing the trashcan again and heaving it across the room with a cacophonous crash.

MiraBeth held her hands out with her palms up. "Does this show of force prove anything to that rat fink? Does it really accomplish anything?" Randy looked at her with his chest heaving and eyes glittering with fury. "Destroying this room doesn't prove anything to him. And it really doesn't make you feel any better."

Randy stalked across the room to tower over MiraBeth. "You told me I would have to deal with anger. How do you suggest I deal with it?"

MiraBeth looked up at the much taller man and didn't flinch. She didn't waver. She showed no fear. "Randy, you are trying to do this alone. You can't. You can't isolate yourself and fight through your anger." She pointed to the door. "Outside that door there is a sh*tload of people who care about us. They know that what happened tonight is too much for us to deal with on our own. We have to let them help us. Tearing apart a locker room isn't the way to do it. Sparring in the ring or hitting the weights would be much more productive. And I bet you'd have people lined up to work with you."

He stared down at her, still panting. His fists clenched and unclenched. With a growl and a stomp of his foot, Randy spun and clomped over to pick up the trash can. Then he tramped across the room to scoop up the scattered pieces of chair and slam them into the dented can. Smashing the can onto the floor beside the door, he looked at MiraBeth. She nodded once and reached for the doorknob. As she cracked open the door, she realized just how packed the hallway was. This is either going to be very good or very, very bad. Opening the door the rest of the way, she stepped into the hall and left room for Randy to walk past her and lead the way. As soon as he got to the doorway she said, "Why don't you show me to the ring?" Randy glared down the hall before nodding in response. The two walked down the hall in silence. No one spoke to them.

Seth was the first to peer into the locker room. He whisper-announced "She got him to clean up the mess. Well, most of it." A ripple of amazement traveled down the hall. Everyone had heard the carnage that Randy had inflicted on the locker room and the level of insanity that he had reached. For her to have calmed him to the point that he had picked up anything was miraculous.

"What's her plan?" Dolph wondered aloud.

"If she's taking him to the ring…" Dean began. "Where's Roman?" Everyone looked around for MiraBeth's boyfriend.