The doctors confirmed on Thursday that I have a concussion so I'm out of action until I'm better. I can't believe it! I'm out of action again! This is why I'm trying to avoid Hunter! Why can't he just leave me be? God, it's times like this when I hate him. It doesn't matter though because I still went to Raw with Shawn and I'm currently hanging out with him in catering.
"Shawn, I'm hungry. Can I get Cocoa Puffs?" I asked in a childish voice.
"But you hate Cocoa Puffs." Shawn pointed out.
"I do?" I asked in confusion. "I don't remember ever having any."
Shawn facepalmed. "It's just because of the concussion; I'll get you some Lucky Charms instead."
I might have forgotten to mention, but one of the symptoms I'm suffering with is memory loss. "Alright," I said cheerfully. "Oh hey, can I have Cocoa Puffs later?"
Shawn put his head down on the table. "I hope your brain heals as quickly as the rest of your body."
"I do too, I don't like not being able to wrestle." I mumbled.
"Do you actually want anything to eat or did you just come here with me so you wouldn't be lonely?" Shawn asked.
"I didn't wanna be lonely." I replied.
"Well, I have a match in ten minutes; if you don't want to be lonely you can come out to ringside with me." He offered.
I jumped out of my seat. "Yay! Thanks Shawny!"
"Just promise me you won't get in any trouble while you're out there." Shawn groaned.
"I promise." I said excitedly.
"Let's go then." Shawn and I left catering and headed towards the Gorilla Position, but ran into Dolph Ziggler before we could get there.
Ziggler stopped and glared at us, causing Shawn to stop and glare back. I couldn't understand why, I mean sure, I've never been on good terms with him, but it's never been to the point where he stops what he's doing and glares at me. It was a pretty tense moment but finally Shawn turned away and we continued to the Gorilla.
"Who ya fightin'?" I asked curiously.
"Chris Jericho," he replied. "Who are you fighting?"
I sniffled and looked down at the floor. "Nobody, I'm hurt."
"Even if it makes me sound like a jerk, I kind of like you when you have a concussion. You definitely have a cheerful attitude." Shawn admitted.
"Really...I don't think I do. I feel just like my normal self." I argued.
"Just trust me," he said. "You are a much more cheerful person."
I shrugged and sat down on a stack of crates that was nearby. I kicked my legs happily and began daydreaming about what things would be like if I hadn't stopped The Shield from attacking Shawn...wait a minute, The Shield is the reason I'm hurt! Oh man, if they hadn't attacked Shawn, I wouldn't have taken Dean Ambrose's help and I wouldn't have lost my memory! "Shawn, I just realized something! It's The Shield's fault I'm hurt!"
Shawn stopped stretching and turned around to look at me. "Ashlan, think about what you're saying. You've been friends with them for the past couple months now. The saved you from Jerishow during your Inferno Match, took you to Kennywood, and have taken care of you on a couple of occasions. You even went on a date with Dean Ambrose last Wednesday."
I stared at him quizzically. "I...don't remember...any of that."
Shawn looked deeply into my eyes. "You don't remember any of that?"
I shook my head. "No, I don't remember anything about anybody after The Shield attacked you."
"You don't even remember last Tuesday when we were on Miz TV?" He asked.
"Shawn, I don't even remember last night." I replied honestly.
He ran his hand through his hair. "Ash, I think you should just go back to the locker room and take a nap."
"No, I don't wanna!" I whined in protest.
"Ashlan please, I don't want to risk you hurting yourself anymore." Shawn pleaded.
I looked up at him and sighed. "Alright Shawny, see ya after your match." I trudged back to the locker room, which wasn't very far away, but I couldn't get in because Ryback was blocking the entrance. "Ryback, can you please move, I have to take a nap."
He didn't respond, so I was going to ask again, but before I could he threw me over his shoulder and started down the hall.
I began beating on his back. "Put me down!" After yelling that a couple of times and it didn't work I began calling for help. "Somebody, help! I'm being kidnapped!" Nobody came to help me though. It made me wonder if people could hear me and if so, what did I do in the past couple months to make them hate me? I kept thinking until Ryback threw me down on a couch and left. I couldn't understand why he just left me here so I got up and went to open the door. It was just my luck that the door was locked from the outside. "Dang it!" I hissed as I tried to figure my way out of this. I looked around the room in search of something that I could use to break the door down, but there was nothing. I began beating on the door and screaming for help, but after five minutes, I was beginning to think nobody really cared about me. Defeated, I slumped against the door and pulled my knees to my chest. I tried to tell myself that somebody would come in and save me, but I knew there was no knight in shining armor in this story. I would glance at my I-pod from time to time just so I could know how much time had passed.
Ten minutes turned to twenty, and twenty turned to thirty and before I knew it a full hour had gone by. Shawn's match started at nine thirty and his match should've taken twenty minutes at most, so he should know something happened to me by now. I don't know what the heck Hunter was doing and I don't even know where The Hardy Boyz are, so I'm officially screwed.
Twenty more minutes passed, making it ten fifty. I don't think Ryback's coming back and nobody's coming to my aid. There's only fifteen minutes left of Raw so everybody's going to be leaving soon if they haven't already. So Ryback planned on leaving me locked in a room so nobody can find me; clever. The irony in this; I don't even know what I did to deserve this, but I feel like I deserve it. I'm sure that Ryback must've had a pretty good reason for locking me in here though, so I can't say I'm mad at him. Once I start getting hungry, then I'll get mad at him.
Another ten minutes went by when my stomach started growling. "Well crap, now I'm mad." I let my head slam into the door. "If he was going to have left me here then he should've at least left me something to eat." I grumbled as I laid down on the floor. "I'll try to get out tomorrow." I mumbled as I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.
The sound of somebody calling out my name woke me from my slumber. I groaned and checked my phone.
'Well, whoever you are, you sure wasted a lot of time.' I thought as I got up and began beating on the door. "In here!" I called out. I continued to beat on the door until I felt the door open. I jumped back and waited to see who my savior was. I was pretty disappointed when I saw it was Dean Ambrose, and since the only memory that stands out in my mind is when The Shield attacked Shawn, I didn't know what to do.
"Ash, I'm so glad you're okay. I've been worried sick." He said as he rushed up to me and hugged me.
I gave him a 'what the heck' look. "Dean, what the heck are you doing?"
"What's wrong Ash?" He asked. "It's not like you to be so hostile."
"If I recall, you attacked Shawn!" I snapped.
Dean stared at me in confusion. "That was over two months ago. You forgave us shortly after it happened."
I backed away from him. "I don't remember that, all I remember was you guys attacked Shawn."
He looked hurt as he stepped closer to me. "You don't remember anything after that, not even our date?"
I shook my head and backed up until I was against the wall. "W-Where's Sh-Shawn?"
"I don't know, searching for you somewhere." He replied. "You seriously don't remember anything about The Shield from the past two months?"
"No, I don't remember anything about anybody." After a few moments of silence I got brave and asked the one thing I was dying to know. "Why did Ryback lock me in here?"
"Last week you saved The Shield from Ryback, Cena, and Sheamus...but to do so you had to kick him...somewhere." He replied in a low tone.
My stomach dropped. "So that's why he was angry at me." I mumbled to myself.
Dean was about to respond, but his phone started ringing. "Shawn, before you say anything I found her. Ryback locked her up in a room near the loading docks and was going to leave her here." There was a momentary pause before he continued. "Alright, we'll meet you back at you guys' locker room."
"So...we're going back to DX's locker room?" I asked suspiciously. I still wasn't very trusting towards Dean.
"Yeah," he replied. "Shawn's going to meet us there and take you back to you guys' hotel room." After that we walked in silence until he asked me another question. "Do you happen to remember Jon Moxley?"
That name triggered something in my brain and I could see the scene perfectly. Me and Dean were in an elevator, he commented on my necklace, which he gave me, and it eventually led to me saying I knew his old ring character was Jon Moxley.
"Ash...Ash, can you hear me?" Dean's voice pulled me away from the memory.
"Dean, I remembered something!" I squealed in delight. "You and I were in an elevator, we were talking, you said something about my necklace, and it all led to your old ring character Jon Moxley!"
"Maybe we can restore your other memories too." He said hopefully.
After recovering that memory something inside me changed. I instantly felt closer to Dean and I felt as though I could trust him. Slowly I came up to him and hugged him, which really seemed to surprise him.
"What are you doing?" He asked in shock.
"I don't know, it just feels like the right thing to do." I replied cheerfully.
Dean found it hard to argue that and hugged me back. "Don't worry; we'll get your memory back."