When Kyle is finally returned to his room, he finds Page in a pool of his own blood.
"Fuck! Adam!" Kyle shouts rushing over to him. His left eye was swollen shut, multiple cuts on his face, bruises all up and down his arms, chest and stomach. "Who did this?"
"DeMott," Page says. "Cornette…"
"Okay, okay, don't talk," Kyle says. He goes into the bathroom grabbing a washcloth running it under the warm water. He hears the door open.
"Fucking hell," Silas says. He stands there looking down at Page. He only brought three packs of ice.
"His eye is the worst," Kyle says. "We have to get that swelling down."
"Here, I'm going to grab the rib tape," Silas says, handing Kyle the packs of ice. Kyle gently lifts Page so that he is sitting upright against the bed.
"You know why they did this?" Kyle asks his friend.
"Kenny," Page says, he was having trouble talking, his lip swollen as well.
"They did it because of Kenny?" Kyle asks. Page just nods. "You hit your head? What exactly happened?"
"Filmed it," Page says.
"They filmed it?" Kyle asks.
Page is sitting on the bed, watching something on TV when suddenly the door opens. Page looks over to see DeMott standing in the doorway. Page looks at him then at the bathroom. Page rolls to the right booking it right for the bathroom. He makes it inside, but as he is going to close the door DeMott blocks him. Page takes this opportunity to slam the door into DeMott's arm again and again.
"You little asshole!" DeMott shouted. He pushes the door open grabbing a handful of Page's hair.
"Get off of me!" Page shrieked. He stomps onto DeMott's foot, DeMott letting go of his hair. Page leaps over DeMott's foot running for the door. Cornette appears out of nowhere and headbutts Page in the head, knocking him back hard. Page grunts when DeMott holds him in his arms, hands over his chest. Page is unable to move, unable to get away from his attackers when suddenly he's punched in the jaw. The punches just keep on coming until finally DeMott lets go of him and he sinks to the ground. But the beating doesn't stop there. They take turns, one is filming while the other is kicking or punching him. The beating finally ends and Page can hear DeMott mocking his best friend and tag partner. He knew he was hurt, but he can't seem to muster up the strength to move.
Kyle is helping Page hold the pack of ice against his lip.
"Hey, hey, no you can't tip your head back," Kyle says. "I think your mouth is still bleeding. Your nose has stopped."
"Um…okay, everyone is being asked to come downstairs," Silas says. "You need help carrying him out?" Kyle sighs but nods. Kyle and Silas gently lift Page up. They start to drag him out of the room.
"What the fuck?!" Cash shouts rushing over to them. "Adam? Hey, what happened?"
"Mmm…DeMott…Cornette…" Page says, reaching out to him nearly falling face first.
"Whoa! Okay, come here, I got him," Cash says, catching Page as he walks a few steps toward Cash. Aleister is leading out the injured Gargano and Heath is helping Zack. They all start to follow Silas down the stairs.
"Hello, gentlemen," Hayes says. "Apparently there's a press conference happening, why don't we watch it together? We'll watch the others together as well."
"You may all sit with whoever you like," Russo says.
"JJ, come sit with me," Martini says, patting the seat next to him. Brandon looks at him, shaking his head. Janela gulps looking at Martini then at his father before rushing over to sit next to Martini. Fuck, Brandon thought, it was starting, the manipulation and grooming was starting. Brandon looks at Janela then at Marko. Aleister could sense or maybe just deduced Brandon's dilemma because he puts his hand on Marko's shoulder.
"We got him," Aleister says.
"Thank you," Brandon says, making his way over to Martini and Janela.
"Ah, Brandon! You decided to join us," MVP says excitedly. "Looks like you made a friend."
"A couple," Brandon says looking at Kyle who is nestled in between his two lovers. Donovan looks around unsure of where to go. He didn't know any of these people when suddenly he felt arms around his shoulders.
"Come on big guy, you can sit with us," Cassidy says, sitting Donovan down beside Hawkins and Ricochet. Trent smiles at Donovan offering his hand.
"I'm Trent," Trent says. Donovan takes his hand shaking it. Shawn is sitting next to Max, Sammy on the other side of him. Page and Cash are nestled close together. Some of the kidnappers were sitting with the kidnapped. Silas sat down next to Donovan almost the minute he sat down. Russo is sitting next to Cole. Scotty on the floor sitting directly in front of Marko. Luger is also sitting on the floor in front of Martini, he knew something was going on behind his back. He just didn't know what.
Cornette, Hayes, DeMott, and Gage are all in various parts of the living room. Both Nash and Hall were missing, probably in the boat house with Phillips. They all turn their attention to the TV when the press conference starts.
"How the fuck they know we're involved?" DeMott asks.
"Probably because you have a history with WWE," Hayes says. "Silas was probably found out on O'Reilly's security tapes and because of Cornette's son, they know he's involved as well."
"I'd do it again in a heartbeat," Donovan says. Cassidy puts his hand on Donovan's shoulder giving it a soft squeeze.
"This whole fucking thing is his fault!" Gage shouts pointing at Trent. "If he wouldn't have released that damn statement none of this would be happening! How does that feel, huh?"
"I'm not the fucking reason you guys decided to kidnap people! That's your own fucking fault! You sick fucks!" Trent screams. Cassidy stands up as Gage starts to approach Trent. Shawn charges over getting in between them.
"Don't fucking touch my brother!" Shawn shouts. Gage just chuckles in response pushing Shawn back hard causing him to tumble into Cassidy. Trent stumbles backward absolutely terrified. He raises his fists, ready for a fight, when something stings his left side. It started off mild but it grew in strength in the matter of seconds. Trent collapses to the ground in pain. Trent is dragged out of the house, hearing his brother and lover screaming his name.
He is tossed into the shed, Trent looks around and instantly sees the hammer Gage had used on Johnny. He grabs it, holding it close to him behind his back.
"You wrestlers, all the same," Gage says. "Always the fighters. Just once I would like a runner. See that's why I like Brandon so much. I think he'd be a runner." Trent looks around the shed, On the wall were various weapons, tools, and things Trent has never seen before. He finally finds the courage to stand. "Put that hammer down, Gregory."
"Fuck you!" Trent shouts, raising the hammer. Trent can't react quick enough as an electric baton is pushed into his chest. Trent groans in pain, dropping the hammer. It felt as if his chest were on fire. He feels himself be lifted up.
"I heard that you dissociate, is that true?" Gage asks.
"What does that matter?" Trent asks. Trent cries out when another hit from the electric baton is delivered to his stomach. He feels handcuffs around his wrists as he is lifted up into a standing position.
"Your feet actually touch the floor, guess you aren't as short as I thought you were," Gage says. Trent starts to panic when he sees the knife in Gage's hand. "Oh, this? This is just for your shirt. I was told no more cutting."
"Why are you doing this?" Trent asks. "All…all I did was tell my story."
"But your intent was to get my friends fired, was it not?" Gage asks.
"My intent was to stop the abuse and the hurting my friends were going through," Trent answers. "How long has it been going on now? First Cornette, then DeMott, now Hayes and everyone else. It's been going on for too long. I did what I had to."
"Very courageous and brave of you," Gage says. Trent closes his eyes tightly when he feels the knife being run down his shirt. He starts to pull at his restraints when Gage turns his attention elsewhere. His pants are unbuttoned slowly and methodically. Gage starts to pull them down and Trent can already feel himself slipping. This was all too reminiscent of his past. It was either slip into that place where he is completely cut off from his feelings and the outside world or be sent into a flashback.
Gage could tell that Trent was out of it the minute he looked at him. He goes into his mini fridge pulling out an ice pack. He puts it on Trent's hand, Trent immediately comes out of his episode. Gage leaves the ice pack in Trent's hand grabbing what he needed off the walls of his shed. Even if Trent went into episodes here and there, he'd still feel the pain afterward and that's what matters.
"I always did like you, Gregory," Gage says. "I'm going to have fun with you. I just know it."
"Please…" Trent pleads. Gage shushes him, running a hand through Trent's hair. He slips off Trent's boxers. Trent instinctively closes his legs.
"Okay, I see," Gage says, grabbing another thing off the wall. Gage bends down, putting one of Trent's ankles into the spreader bar. "Stop fucking struggling!" Trent spits on Gage's head. Trent cries out when his legs are spread apart forcibly. "That was very rude, Gregory. I thought you were taught better than that. Malenko seems like such a gentle soul."
"Dad isn't," Trent says.
"Yes, I suppose you are correct, Arn is very fierce," Gage says. "Get comfortable, Greg, we are going to be spending a lot of time together. I have until 6 tonight. So much time to do whatever I want."
"Do your fucking worst," Trent says.
"Oh, I will," Gage answers. "I fucking will."