Sanctuary

Chapter Eighteen - Head Games.

I ran right into the locker room, witnessing Valientina lift a fire extinguisher above her head before bringing it down and smashing it against Frankie's leg causing her to scream once again. That was all it took for me to attempt to tackle her but instead I was shoved hard, sliding across the floor and banging the back of my head on the steel locker.

The moment it made contact, I fell over on my side. My hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair to try to calm the rumbling that was coming to my temples. A laugh came from the person who'd done it and I looked up through blurry vision to see Brock smiling down at me.

He only got a minute to bask in it before Ambrose rushed in and attacked him from the behind. Angrily hailing his fists to any open spot he could while they practically fought all over the room until Lesnar ended up getting the upper hand. He lifted him off his feet and threw his body like a rag doll into the lockers, causing to collapse in a heap. Just as that happened, Seth and Roman ran in wasting no time jumping him.

But immediately they failed when Punk ran in and yanked Seth off, while an unknown guy hit Reigns hard in the back of the head with a kendo stick causing him to collapse face first on the ground. I yelped as Rollins and Punk crashed just a mere inch from me, struggling for control over one another. It was incredibly difficult for me to even make a move so I just threw my hands protectively over my head while they fought.

I could hear the brutal blows being thrown, the ring segment between those two caused a lot of heat. So much in fact that when the security personnel came in to break it up, it took a full ten minutes to just separate them.

And it took just thirty seconds to get Paul's crew out after that, leaving him to smile at me and give them all pats on the back for a job well done.

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"Are you still dizzy?" Dr. Ordon asked, tucking away his flashlight pen. I blinked several times, finding that the room was not spinning as much as it was when I first came in.

"No, I don't think so."

"Okay, what about you, Anoa'i?"

"No I'm not," he grumbled, from the other medic table where he sat on the edge with an ice pack pressed against the back of his head and one sitting on his neck. "I'm just in a helluva lot of pain. I need something stronger than a measly little Aspirin."

He chuckled. "I'm sure I'll find something for both of you once I'm sure you don't have concussions."

"Eh, I've taken harder hits, I'm sure I'm good." I waved him off. "Although I always seem to tell you that when something is broken."

"Well I'm sure your skull isn't broken so I think we're five steps ahead of last time, now sit up," he grabbed my hand and assisted me in that task. "Still not dizzy right?"

"Nope."

"Alright, read the chart straight ahead for me with your left eye covered."

Sighing, I did as he asked and zoomed in on the vision board. "E R Q T A G M E K L S Y."

"Good, other one."

I switched hands. "E R Q T A G M E K L S Z." I dropped it and looked at him with his eyebrow raised. "What?"

"That last letter is a Y."

"Oh, looked like a Z from here."

"Maybe I should do another exa-"