Tame

Chapter Three

I take a deep breath before entering Bankers Life Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana with AJ.
"I'm so excited," I squeal making her laugh. "My first Survivor Series. Is the room spinning or is that just me?"
She places a hand on the small of my back and guides me to the divas locker room. "Calm down," she tells me. "I don't need you passing out on me especially since Kane and Daniel are in the first match."
"What's the matter with Mousy?" Randy asks as we pass by him sitting on a crate.
"Nerves," AJ answers.
I place my hands on Randy's thighs and squeal again. "This is so exciting. Aren't you jittery?"
He shrugs. "This isn't my first Survivor Series," he reminds me.
"I know, but still," I say. "I'm not even wrestling tonight and I'm still nervous."
He places his hands on my waist. "Calm down, okay? All you have to do is stand out there, look cute and cheer which you have no problem doing anyways."
I blush as AJ rolls her eyes and tugs on my wrist. "Let's go," she urges.
"See you in a bit, Randy," I call out.

"Hey," Punk greets, catching me before I disappear into the divas locker room with AJ.
She groans and slams the door behind her.
"Hey, what's up?" I reply.
"Just wanted to see if you could come out with me for my match," Punk suggests.
"Really?" I ask excitedly. "You want me to be out there with you?"
He nods. "But what about Mr. Heyman?" I point out. "I don't think he'll like that."
"He'll be fine," Punk assures. "He better be."
I giggle. "I'd love to," I tell him. "I'll see you out there."

"Ziggler countered!" Cole exclaims. "Ziggler is the sole survivor!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, the sole survivor is Dolph Ziggler!" Justin Roberts announces.
I pull my beanie over my eyes as the referee raises Dolph's hand in victory.
I fix my beanie back where it was and slip into the ring, crawling to Randy's side. He looks so stunned.
"What just happened, Mousy?" Randy asks.
I know it's a rhetorical question, but I still have to restrain myself from answering.

Randy kicks a crate out of the way as he makes his way to his locker room.
"Randy, calm down," I console. "It's okay."
"No, Mousy, it's not," he growls as he slaps a crew director's drink into his face.
"I am so sorry," I tell him before following Randy.
We make it to the room and Randy bursts through the door, banging it against the wall.
"Randy, you have to calm down."
"I almost had him," Randy muttered. "I almost had him."
"Hey, Randy, what-"
I cut Daniel off by covering his mouth with my hand. "Now is not the time," I tell him through gritted teeth.
He glances at Randy and nods as he and Kane slowly and quietly back out of the room. I face Randy's back and go over to rub it.
"It's okay. You're still a winner to me," I say as if that'll smooth things over, but the muscles in his back are still rigid.
"Can you leave me alone, Mousy," Randy whispers.
I nod. "Of course. I have to meet someone anyway."

I bite down hard on my thumb as Ryback picks Punk up on his shoulders to set him up for Shell Shock.
"We're about to see Ryback become WWE Champion," JBL says.
Mr. Ryback starts to march around the ring. Mr. Heyman looks to be on the verge of a breakdown as Mr. Ryback slams Punk down on his back and flies in for the pin.
"1...2..."
John Cena leaps into the ring and breaks up the pin attempt. He picks Mr. Ryback up for the Attitude Adjustment but he slips down his back and picks Mr. Cena up for the Shell Shock, successfully connecting it. Next thing you know, someone hooks their hands under my armpits and moves me out of the way as two guys and the one that moved me slips into the ring wearing all black. They start pounding on Mr. Ryback; I gasp. It's Dean, Seth, and Roman, the three men Punk and Mr. Heyman were talking to yesterday. I lock eyes with Punk's manager who stares back wide eyed.
"What is this?" Michael Cole asks. "These three guys just came rushing through the crowd!"
I stumble out of the way, landing on my butt with my back pressed against the steel steps as the guys roll Mr. Ryback out of the ring. Roman removes the remains of JBL, Mr. Cole, and Jerry Lawler's broken commentary table before yanking up the lid and the mini TVs off the Spanish table. Dean and Seth pick Mr. Ryback up and sit his legs on Roman's shoulders, breaking the table with his body. I tuck my legs underneath me while Roman kicks a TV my way.
"What is going on? What are you guys doing out here?" Mr. Cole questions.
I can't take my eyes off of Dean's profile as he stares into the ring. He feels me staring and locks eyes, smirking.
"1...2...3!"
The three men leave, jumping over the barricade as Punk's theme blares throughout the arena. I stagger to a standing position and slip into the ring.
"The winner of this match, and still WWE Champion, CM Punk!" Mr. Roberts proclaims.
Mr. Heyman snatches the championship away from Mr. Roberts and hops onto the apron while I stand on the other side of the ring, clutching the hem of my shorts, frowning. Mr. Heyman gives Punk the title and starts shouting in delight. They hug while Mr. Cena leaves the ring and makes his way to the back. When they break away, Punk frowns at my reluctance to join in the celebration and moves toward me, his arms outstretched for a hug. Instead of letting him fold me into his arms, I shoulder past him and make my way to the backstage area. Before I disappear through the curtains, I turn to look at Punk and see him frowning.
"What's wrong?" I barely see him mouth.
I disregard the question and slip through the black sheets.