Not that bad // Rhea Ripley

33- Lydia

"I can't fucking breathe much less believe the truth"

Highly Suspect

Here I was, in front of the boss' office, shaking like crazy, Scott on my side. We finally entered the room and he told us to sit .

" So, explain to me fully what's happening." He asked, not indicating if it was addressing to me or Scott.

" She suffered an injury on Sunday's show, as you probably know." Scott started, seeing I was too petrified to talk. "The doctor here said she would have to get surgery done when she goes back to Australia, but since yesterday her knee has gotten even worse."

" Alright alright." He said." Well that's good, because I wanted to talk to you about this little incident too." I looked up at him, with a questioning look. "Yeah, I want your thoughts on it. I'm about to suspend Mickie James for a month after the holiday, because I suspect her to have done this to you on purpose, knowing fully about your knee condition. I've seen there's also a lot of animosity between you two, is there anything I should know?"

" No sir, just an old story that took place years ago and that she can't seem to forget." I said briefly.

" Okay, there's no need for me to ask anymore questions." He smiled at me. "I'll have her come to my office to get her sentence and to explain her acts to me. For your problem, please go to the doctors once again and explain clearly what's the matter alright? Then please come back to let me know."

" Alright I will." I nodded. "Thank you sir."

" It's normal." He smiled warmly. "You know, you have a great future, and I don't want to lose a wrestler as promising as you. I knew fully well about your knee before I hired you, and I won't let that stop you. Have a good day, and I look forward to seeing you again."

We left the office, and I had a bright smile on my face. I didn't know the big boss could be this understanding. Scott led me to the infirmary, where I got checked on once again. I dreaded the answer he was going to give me, and that I probably won't like.

" Alright miss, it seems that we couldn't see it Sunday, but it appears that your tendon is on the verge of ripping apart." He said sternly.

" And what does that mean ?" I asked, scared.

" Well, the wiser would be to get surgery as soon as possible now." He explained. "If your tendon rips, the pain will be almost unbearable, and you remission time will be way longer. If you do the surgery now, you could get away with 4 to 6 weeks without wrestling or making any effort, and bandages everyday, maybe a brace, it depends. And then several months of training to regain the muscle, but you could still wrestle during that time, even if you won't be at your best."

I took in all the information and went to the boss to tell him. He was really comprehensive and suggested that I fly home next Monday, after the show, which I agreed to. I'll have an appearance there, and he also told me there was a surprise waiting for me tomorrow, by the bookers, and I couldn't wait.

" Hey what do you think the bookers will do with you?" Scott asked.

" I don't know, I didn't even think my gimmick would change since I've not been here long." I shrugged.

" Well they told you that your gimmick was only kind of a test, they probably have something to suit you more." He smiled. "Either way, I'm happy that your knee is not too bad, and can still be fixed."

" Yes, me too." I smiled. "Are you training today?"

" Yeah, I'm actually joining Phil now, do you want me to drop you home before ?" He proposed.

" Ah, no, I'd rather come to training with you and watch, if it doesn't bother you." I asked shyly. " I can still learn if I only look."

" Yeah, no problem, come on."

Scott was a gentleman and opened the doors for me, since walking with crutches made it difficult for me. I sat on a bench in the training room and watched Phil and Scott wrestle against each other and against other persons for a few hour, before we heard someone scream and storm into the room, heading straight for me.

" This is your fault!" Mickie yelled. "This is all your fucking fault, you rotten bitch!"

She gave me the most powerful and hateful punch in the face I've ever received, and bitch it hurts. Phil came down from the ring and held her back.

" But you now what, you can't ever stop me, you're just a little brat!" She screamed battling against Phil's hold. "I signed to WWE, so that doesn't even matter if ROH wants to fire me, please let them do, I don't even care anymore, see you all when I'm famous and you're still rotting here like the nobodies you are!"

She left the room like she came, and I was still sitting here, as shocked as ever. Everyone who previously had all eyes on Mickie now turned to me but I didn't even bother, since I was completely dumbfounded.

" What the hell happened?" Phil asked to me angrily.

" Could we go outside, not wanting to make a scene here."

He followed me in the corridor and I explained to him what the manager told me, about suspending Mickie, and that also was unaware of her signing with WWE.

" How could she..." He sat down and held his head in his hands. "Why am I like that?"

" Phil what do you mean ?" I asked gently.

" Why do I keep not seeing how much of a brat she really is." He said, his voice trembling a little.

" You're in love, you can't help that." I tried to reassure him.

" Ever since I left I fell in love with the wrong people, and I thought Mickie was different, because she was hard working like me, and kept forgiving her for everything, in hopes she would change." He paused and looked at me. "I'll do it, I'm breaking up with her, I don't need this type of person in my life right now."

And he left like that in a hurry, without letting me add anything.