Wrestling One Shots/Short Stories

Santana Part 3

"I can't believe we let you come tonight," Matt grumbled, his arm tight around my shoulder as we walked into the arena for tonight's Dynamite. "Let me is an interesting choice of words, Matty," I smirked, knowing full well there was nothing they could have or would have done to stop me from being here. "Let you is exactly what I mean." he snorted, squeezing gently. "I mean, I do also kind of have a job here," I pointed out, pulling from his grip and walking backward to continue talking to him as we went. "You have like two jobs here," Nick amended. "See. Two jobs, Matt. I have two whole jobs here," I snorted, squeaking as I suddenly ran into someone.

"Easy, Peanut, you almost knocked me out," Santana's voice sounded. "Sorry, Tana," I mumbled, stepping to the side to continue walking backward. "Tana?" Nick asked quietly as we passed the man. "Shut up, Nick," I grumbled. "Matt, we're past him. You can get rid of the constipated look on your face," I laughed, noticing the man still had a frown on his face. "I don't like him," he groaned, making me laugh again. "I've noticed," I snorted, glaring at Nick as he went to open his mouth, the man rolling his eyes in response. "We'll talk about it later," he mumbled as they went to head for their locker room, and I went to find something to kill time until I was needed. 

I couldn't stop the scream that pulled past my lips as I was shoved from behind, not able to stop myself from tumbling down the flight of stairs that I had been about to descend. Another scream left my lips as something in my lower arm snapped, followed by a burning pain. "Shit, Olivia," the now familiar voice of Santana sounded before the man was suddenly at my side Ortiz not far behind. "What happened, Peanut?" he asked, helping me sit up straight. "someone pushed me; I think my arm is broken," I whimpered, cradling the limb to my chest. "Okay, put your good arm around my neck," he advised, waiting for me to do as I was told before he looped his other arm under my knees and pushed to his feet. "I'll go see if anyone saw anything or if the cameras caught it," Ortiz offered, clapping Santana on the back before jogging up the stairs. "Come on, Peanut, hold on tight," he whispered, holding me tight to his chest as he started through the arena for the medic's office. "My brothers are going to go ballistic," I whimper quietly, knowing it wouldn't take long for any of the people we were passing to get back to them that I was being carried through the arena by their advisories. "I can handle your brothers," he snorted, making me shake my head worriedly but remain silent as he pushed into the medic's room and set me on a bed. "You should go; it won't be pleasant if you're still here when Matt shows up," I whispered. Knowing of the two men, he would be the one to hit first and ask questions later. "I'm not leaving you in here alone. If that means dealing with your brothers when they get here, fine." The older male shrugged, pulling a chair over so he was close enough to hold my non-injured hand. "Thank you," I whispered, not wanting to be alone but not wanting him to be in trouble. "I got you, Peanut," he murmured back, a silence falling over us as we waited for a medic to arrive. 

"Get the fuck away from my baby sister," Matt snarled, pushing the door open so hard it ricocheted back off the wall behind it. "I'll leave for now. But you can't keep us apart forever," Santana shrugged casually. "I'll find you later, Peanut," he murmured, rubbing my cheek gently before he walked out, leaving me with my brothers to get looked at. "What happened?" Nick asked, the calmer of the two at the moment. "I don't know. I was walking down the hallway, and the next thing I knew, I was pushed and falling down the stairs. Santana brought me here. Ortiz went to see if anyone caught anything on video, and then you got here." I sighed, knowing Nick was bound to put the pieces together. "Santana brought you here?" Nick asked, the confusion evident on both of their faces. "Yeah, he and Ortiz found me." I nodded, not sure what to expect from their reactions. "And Santana brought you here? Out of the goodness of his heart?" he questioned as if I hadn't just answered that question. "They hate you, not me." I shrugged, whimpering immediately after, the movement having jostled the broken limb. "And they didn't want anything in return?" Matt asked, taking the seat Santana had vacated. "No, and the sweatshirt the other night. It was Santana's; he stopped me in the parking lot and gave it to me because I was cold while he gave me that envelope," I admitted, having hated that I was keeping that secret from them. "That's why it looked familiar," Nick sighed, taking a seat not very far away. "I knew something was happening between you two," Matt mumbled, making me snort. "Okay, Matt, you're getting a little ahead of yourself. He loaned me a sweatshirt and brought me to the med bay." I snorted, resting my head on his shoulder. "Well, it's broken, so you'll need to head to the local ER and get it cast," Doc sighed without even touching the limb. "I'll take her; you stay and help with the show," Matt sighed. "And we'll come back to get you when she's done if the show isn't over before that," he added. "I can catch a ride back with one of the guys if we're done before she is." Nick nodded. "Good luck, Oli," he sighed, giving me a gentle hug before we parted ways. 

"Well, this is stupid," I sighed, walking back into the hotel nearly three hours later, a black cast adorning my right arm. "I'm sorry, kiddo. I'm sure you'll have it off in no time." Nick sighed, throwing an arm around my shoulder as Matt led us through the lobby. "Peanut," the voice I was coming to enjoy sounded, stopping me in my tracks. "Ayo, I'm not here to fight. I just wanted to check on Olivia," the New Yorker said, hands up in surrender as he approached. "I'm okay, I guess," I admitted, unsure if I was. "My arm is broken in three places, so I'll have this for a while; I won't be able to wrestle until it's healed," I sighed heavily, showing him the cast that stretched from my hand to my elbow. "Keep your head up, Peanut. Time will fly by," the man offered with a slight smirk, "I also wanted to show you what Tiz found out," he added, this time mostly speaking to my brothers as he pulled out his phone and turned it to show a video of the camera feed in the production truck. "Why would he do that?" I asked softly as we watched Isaiah Cassidy run up and shove me down the stairs. "You're an easy target that would get people's attention." Santana shrugged, stuffing the device back in his pocket. "Woah, wait, so you're saying it's OUR fault Olivia got pushed?" Matt snapped, making me roll my eyes. "Is that what came out of my mouth?" Santana snapped back, "Hey, knock it off," I groaned, putting myself between the two, Nick pulling Matt back further. "It ain't just you two that they'd get the attention of for hurting her." Santana sighed. "They have no reason to want to upset Cody, Dustin, Adam, Kenny." Matt started listing names, and I could see when Nick pieced everything together as he looked between Santana and me. "He's not talking about them." he sighed, stopping Matt mid-rant. "Not happening," Matt snapped, suddenly understanding what Nick and Santana were saying. "Matt. I'm a big girl. And you don't have to like him, but you must realize he's been trying to keep me safe and happy." I started before my brother could say anything more. "So you don't have to like him, and I understand that what happens at work happens. But outside the arenas and the cameras, you have to be civil." I finished wishing I could cross my arms over my chest right now. "It's been a long day. Why don't we go upstairs, get some sleep, and we can talk about this tomorrow?" Nick suggested his grip on Matt tight. Turning around to Santana, I rolled my eyes dramatically. "I'll text you," I whispered before Nick pulled Matt and me away.