Jimmy sat comfortably in his locker room, both watching and enjoying his cousin's duel with Bray Wyatt. He was lounged out across the single couch when he heard the door slam open. As he sat up, Naomi, his wife, threw the door closed. Jimmy pulled his shaken up wife into his arms, attempting to calm her down. "Girl, what has gotten into you? You looking like you just saw a ghost or something."
"I know where Bray hid V," Naomi responded with heavy breath. The husband/wife duo locked eyes; they shared the same nervous look. "I saw Erick and Luke chillling together, so I figured that they were heading towards V. They have her in this locked up room off the main hallway by cattering. We probably passed it fifty times today."
Jimmy turned towards the couch picking up his iPhone, "I'm going to rally up the troops right now. We're going to go bust in and save her."
"No, Jimmy, you can't," Naomi announced. Jimmy responded only with a questionin, puzzled look on his face. "That damn room is locked up tighter than Fort Knox. There's no way any of you guys could bust through that door. You're going to have to catch them off guard and take their keys when they aren't expecting it."
He turned back to his phone, sending out text messages to the locker room about helping him. Before he exited the room, Jimmy Uso kissed his wife on the nose, pulling her into a tight hug. Jimmy was heading off to war.
The match was still going strong after a solid 20 minutes of action. At this point, Roman Reigns was in complete control. He continued to keep Bray grounded when the lights dimmed down. The sound of chatter from the ramp beckoned Roman to turn around. Horror filed his expression as he leaned into the ropes.
The screen showed his dear friend, Valentina, gagged and tied down to a ratty steel bed with Erick Rowan and Luke Harper hovering over her. The two were singing I'm A Little Tea Pot to her as she struggled. She made no attempt to look into the camera. The men began to stroke up and down her bare arms; this caused Roman to scream at the tron, begging for the men to stop.
Bray capitalized on the distraction, hitting the men from behind. He continued his vicious assault, leaving Roman in a sweaty, bloody mess. The lights readjusted to their original set up and the tron went completely black. Bray refused to go for the pin, putting Roman through the absolute worst pain of his life. Bray got right into Roman's face, yelling into it, "Roman, you should've listened to her. You should've listened. Now, she'll never, ever, want you by her again."
Trying to use the words as motivation, Roman tried with all of his might to get up. It just wouldn't work; Roman was too hurt and damaged to get up. At this point, realizing that he was done, Roman just took the beating.
After some time, Bray realized that he had done his tool on the massive Samoan's body. He finally pinned him, putting Roman out of his misery. After the match, Roman was taken to the trainer, though he's much rather be on the hunt to save his friend, just like the locker room.
Meanwhile, Erick and Rowan were long away from their captive. The two walked down a hallway, making their way to the gorilla. Suddenly, the Usos and a couple other locker room pals attacked the men. They continued to their scuffle for a few minutes before Bray Wyatt's henchmen were on the ground, knocked out. Jimmy grabbed the keys off both men, running to the trainers's room.
"Roman," Jimmy shouted as he busted his way into the office. Roman stood up, walking towards the door. "We got the keys, and Naomi knows where she is, alright? We better get..."
"I'm going by myself to go get her," Roman interrupted. He snatched up the keys and started to fight his way out of the door. "She needs my help. I let her down once and will never do it again as long as I live. Now, let me do it. Let me do this alone."
Roman, dazed from the intense beating, slowly and barely steadily made his way to the main hallway. It was nearly completely empty as this point in night. As he made it a little further down, Naomi approached with a scared look on her face. "Rome, please let me go with you to get her. I need to make sure that she's okay."
"No," Roman said, clutching his ribs and walking on. "It's too damn dangerous to put you or anybody else in the path of danger. I already let Bray Wyatt hurt her, I'm not letting him hurt you. I'm doing this for you, okay? He's probably waiting for me there."
"He left. Bray left like 15 minutes ago. I overheard him say that he'll come back for her tomorrow if you don't get to her by then. His little buddies left with him too."
Roman propped himself up against a wall, weighing out his options. Naomi stood there, unpatiently pacing the floor in front of him. Roman stood up, making his way towards the door; he motioned for Naomi to follow close behind. Roman spoke, "I have this terrible feeling in my stomach that they did something terrible to her. I mean, something really terrible."
The two arrived at the door. Everything was silent, and the duo were basically holding their breath in anticipation for what they were about to see. Roman exhaled loudly as he slid the key into its slot. After taking time to gain composure, Roman turned the key, successfully unlocking the door. There she was.