Complicated

Halloween Havoc

Johnny Gargano rammed Damian with a prop tombstone. Damian fell from the platform, and Johnny got the win.

"That looked like it sucked," I said to Rhea.

She nodded while grimacing. "That fall had to hurt."

"I guess, I should go."

I headed toward the trainer's room where I was about to cut a promo. I passed a few Superstars getting ready for their matches and Cameron Grimes who was terrified to head to his Haunted House of Terror Match. Across the hall, Danny Burch, Oney Lorcan, and Pat McAfee were walking toward the ring with a camera trained on them.

My hand clenched into a tight fist. If there was a person in the world that I couldn't stand it was McAfee. He loved masquerading as a wrestler. As if this sport was something he could waltz in and do. To be fair, he did train. He did try to learn how to not hurt anyone. But that didn't matter last week when effed up his attack on Bobby. He wasn't careful enough. He didn't pay attention to where his hits were landing. Which resulted in an actual injury and an entire segment that couldn't even air.

I walked faster as the urge to punch him in the face grew stronger.

Damian was limping inside about the time I arrived at the trainer's room. He was leaning heavily on a referee and breathing hard. He smiled tightly at me, through the grimace of pain.

He sat carefully on the side of the table. The trainer looked him over. Damian was covered in dust and fake grass and dirt. He was holding his arm close to him and still hadn't said anything.

"What hurts the most?" the trainer asked.

Damian gestured to his arm and the trainer started working over him. I watched Damian's face as he went through various expressions of pain. As the trainer finished wrapping his arm there was a knock at the door which was my cue. I stepped outside to find Sarah with a microphone.

"Savannah," she said as I closed the door behind me. "I was just trying to get an update on Damian."

I put on my best serious, sad face. "Damian is going to be okay. He's banged up. He's mad. That match ended in a joke..."

"Oh, somebody's little girlfriend is bitter, her man can't hold a title," Candace said as she walked up to us.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "My man did fine. It was yours that couldn't get the job done without help."

Candace screwed up her face in anger. "Johnny has no control over others who decided to lend a hand."

"Shove it, Candace. We both know he planned that."

"He did not! We don't even know who that was."

"Whatever. It doesn't matter. Damian will take care of Johnny later. He can enjoy his five minutes as champion. But you...you need to hold off on the celebration. Because regardless of who or what you have up your sleeve tonight: I win."

Candace stalked off without another word. I turned back to Sarah and gestured toward the trainer's room.

"I need to get back in there."

She nodded and the camera's cut.

A short while later I watched Candace make her way to the ring. Damian was standing beside me, holding his arm against his stomach. My phone vibrated in my hand and I looked down at the screen.

Bobby: Kick Candace's ass

I smirked and tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. I hadn't talked to Bobby since the hospital. He made himself clear. We will never be together. And it wasn't a conversation I wanted to have again.