He disappeared as Brock and I came to our locker rooms. "We'd better get moving. I'll meet you at the gorilla position." We went our separate ways and I dug around for my new ring attire. Once I found it, I quickly put it on and threw my hair up into a ponytail. Afterwards, I touched up my makeup and stretched before heading up front. Brock and Heyman were watching a monitor as Seth and Charlotte made their way to the ring. They walked around the cell as they knew this would seal their fate. 
                          
          	Their music faded as the crowd grew silent. Seconds later, Brock's music filled the arena as we entered the stage with Heyman in tow. The crowd roared as Brock and I made our way down the ramp. Heyman stood outside as we entered the ring. Lillian stood in the middle and looked out into the crowd as our music ceased. "This match is for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship and the WWE Diva's Championship. This match can be won by pin fall or submission and there are no disqualifications. Introducing first, the WWE World Heavyweight Champion, Seth Rollins and his partner, the WWE Diva's Champion, Charlotte." For the most part, the crowd booed as she turned to us. "And the challengers, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 286 pounds, Brock Lesnar! And his partner from Lexington-Fayette, Kentucky, Casey Bennett!"
                          
           	Lillian exited the ring with the belts as the ref asked if we were ready to start the match. This being a no DQ meant that it was a tornado tag and we would all be in the ring at the same time. It had been awhile since one of these had been in any WWE event and we both knew we had to make it interesting. Once the bell rang, Brock and I hit our opponents with a flying arm bar as they fell to the ground. They recovered quickly and did get a few punches in before we threw them over the ropes. The crowd chanted "Suplex City" as we exited the ring and suplex'd them both on the hard floor. After that, we dug around under the ring and found some chairs which we used to our advantage. I even slammed Charlotte's elbow in one, which I think I enjoyed a little too much, but I couldn't help it. I drawled the energy from the crowd and they were on fire tonight.
                          
          	I continued throwing moves one after one until I heard the crowd gasp. I turned around quickly and saw Brock kneeling with his hand on his forehead. Seconds later I saw blood run down his face as Seth stood tall with a chair. I wasn't sure if he was injured but Heyman was screaming at him to get up. Heyman's not one to get antsy easily, especially over Brock, so I clotheslined Charlotte and went over to him. "Are you alright?"
                          
          	He nodded. "A little blood never scared me, now go! Finish it." 
                          
          	I walked away from him and turned my attention back to Charlotte, who had picked up the chair I had slammed her elbow in earlier. She attempted to hit me with it, but I countered and slammed her into the cell wall. As the crowd chanted our names, I looked back to Brock who was setting Seth up for a suplex. As I watched, it turned out to be several suplexes and I couldn't help but smile. The crowd was eating it up and I knew it was time to finish them.
                          
          	As I turned back around, I saw that Charlotte was on her feet. I set her up for a suplex but she countered and ended up sending me head first into the steel steps. When I made impact, I knew the bruise would be pretty bad. It stunned me and as I tried to get myself together, I noticed my face felt wet and that's when I saw blood pouring down my shirt.
                          
          	By this time, Charlotte knew what she had done and she stepped back as Brock noticed I was still on the ground. He quickly sent Seth flying into the ring post as he ran to my aide. "Casey, is it just a flesh wound?" He asked as he saw the blood oozing down my face.
                          
          	"Can I see it?" I add sarcastically.
                          
          	He helped me stand as he looked at the wound. I could tell by his face something was wrong, but I didn't ask. "I'm fine." I add, pushing his hand away. "Let's finish them."
                          
          	I didn't give him time to answer as I quickly ran toward Charlotte and threw her into the ring. Brock paused a moment, looking to Heyman who told him to do as I said. Reluctantly, he threw Seth into the ring and joined me. I gave him the cue as we set them up for the F5. They both landed on their face and I made sure Charlotte felt a little more pain than usual. We both went for the pin and got the three count as Heyman entered the ring and held our hands up in victory. Once the ref gave us our titles, Lillian announced, "And you're new WWE World Heavyweight Champion, Brock Lesnar!" She paused, allowing the crowd to settle down. "And you're new WWE Diva's Champion, Casey Bennett!"
                          
          	I threw the championship over my shoulder as my vision became blurry. I wasn't sure why but as soon as Brock noticed, he and Heyman pulled me out of the ring. We were up the ramp and almost to the Medical Room by the time I noticed where we were. "Woah, y'all are fast." I added as Brock escorted me into the room. The doctor's swarmed me and finally informed me that the reason I couldn't see was because the blood had ran into my eyes and caused temporary blindness. I felt the title be lifted off my shoulder as someone started holding something cold over my face. "I'm giving the title to Heyman for safe keeping." Brock added.
                          
          	"Are you dizzy at all?" A deep voice asked.
                          
          	I shook my head. "No."
                          
          	"Are you having trouble focusing?"
                          
          	I shook my head again. "No."
                          
          	They were making me a little worried as I felt something rubbing the top of my forehead. They were apparently trying to clean the cut to see how bad it was, but I suspected the amount of blood wasn't allowing them to do this. 
                          
          	Finally, I heard someone say that it was deep and would need staples. I hated that word, it always gave me nightmares. I had been in this business a long time and could remember getting stitches multiple times, which didn't bother me. I had staples twice and didn't want them ever again. "Alright, we're going to lay you back, so we can close the cut."
                          
         	I went from a sitting position to being on my back. "You have a pretty nasty cut too, but I think it just needs some stitches." Someone added.
                          
          	They had to be talking about Brock and then I remembered that he had been cut too. "We're going to get the staples ready and then, we'll get you closed up." Someone patted my leg as I finally was able to open my eyes again. I was so relieved to see again, I thought I might cry.
                          
          	And then it hit me. "Where's Alanna? She didn't see it, did she?"
                          
          	Brock came to my side with a bandage above his left eye. "Heyman went to check on her and she's still with Steph and the girls. She doesn't know a thing."
                          
          	I sighed in relief. "Thank god."
                          
          	The doc came back into the room with the supplies he needed. I cringed and looked away. "Yeah, I'm not too fond of them either." Brock added as my heart raced. I looked away as the doc started to prep the area.
                          
          	"I'm sure you know that these don't feel the best going in, but you have to have them. It's too deep to stitch and even if I tried, it would leave a nasty scar. Just take a deep breath..." I heard the tool click as the first staple pierced the skin. I flinched but that was all. I would not be a big baby about this, not in front of Brock, who had been through much worse than I ever had.
                          
          	"Alright, again." The doc added as the second staple went in. I flinched over and over until the doc finally stopped. "Alright, I think that does it. There's six staples in and I've covered them with a bandage. Keep the area clean and no wrestling this week. You know the drill." He looked to Brock. "We aren't sure that she has a concussion, but it is possible. She will need someone to watch her for the next 48 hours. If she sleeps, make sure to check her breathing every thirty minutes or so. It's critical to do this." 
                          
          	That made me feel like a burden and I didn't like it. As the doc disappeared, I stood and looked to Brock. "I don't need a babysitter. Alanna and I can fly home and let you take care of the horses. Willow is the one you need to worry about."
                          
          	He shook his head. "Willow has a farmhand to tend to her and vet right down the road. You have a child, who knows nothing about injuries. I'm more concerned with you, at the moment. You and Alanna will board the jet tonight and you will fly home with me. You will remain there until your 48 hours are up. End of story."