Joe's POV

It's been a couple of days since I've seen Tommy. He hasn't texted or called and I'm not that mad about that. He's put enough ideas in my head. The thing is, I'm not upset that he's expressing his feelings to me. I'm upset because I feel like he's trying to make it seem like Kayla is just like Christina. I know he's my boy, we're known each other since we were children and I know he's only looking out for me but at the same time, I'm grown and I don't need him looking out for me. I can handle the situation myself.

I've been trying to somewhat hide my feelings about the situation, especially towards Kayla. I don't want her to think my feelings for her has changed in anyway but Kayla knows something is up. She keep saying I'm acting differently towards her, which may be a little true because I have so many different things going on in my head. Things that Tommy put there. I'm trying to keep everything as normal as I can because I don't wanna talk to Kayla about it right now I don't feel that it's necessary because these are my own issues and they really have nothing to do with her but Innoway I kind of feel like I'm lying to her because I'm telling her everything is fine when it's not.

I just wish I could be the person that I was before I met Christina. I didn't force myself to try to see the good in people I just automatically assumed everyone had good intentions. Yeah that's a weird way of looking at things because there are some people out there who have bad intentions and really only want to do harm towards people and unfortunately, I came in contact with one of those people.

Ever since that situation, I have struggled with women. I've also struggled with some friendships and when I met Kayla, that was a struggle as well but I felt comfortable with her and we worked through that. Now all of my insecurities are coming back, which they never fully left but she made me feel secure and I didn't think about my problems as much.

I was on my way driving over to the Raymond James Stadium, trying to give myself a pep talk. I made Kayla stay at the house because didn't want any unnecessary drama. If Paul saw her with me, he would lose it and I just don't want those problems right now. I already have to deal with us coming off of a physical altercation so I'm already going to have my guard up and her being there it's just going to distract me.

"Okay, just go in there and do your job. Don't let this prick get under your skin. Just focus on the task at hand." I say to myself

I pulled up to the stadium and went into the building where they were holding the press conference. I walked in and took a seat. I'm not in the mood for this I have too much on my mind but I know I have to do this today.

If they wanted me, they could find me. I'm trying to stay low key as possible until all this is over.

A few minutes later, I was briefed on what all was going to happen. They gave me a rundown on everything, told me when I would be going on stage to deliver my speech, when and who to take pictures with, then media. Simple.

I was sitting off to the side, waiting on everything to start, when I saw Kayla walk in. I instantly got pissed. She spotted me, smiles and walked over.

"Hey babe!" She says trying to be all innocent.

"What are you doing here? I told you to stay at the house." I say standing up, guiding her to a more private place in the room.

"I decided to come anyway." She smiles, "I think I should be here for support." She says smiling all big.

"Why, are you trying to start drama?" I ask irritated, trying to whisper for only her to hear.

"No, I'm just trying to support you." She says with a confused look on her face. Is she really being this stupid right now.

"You're not supporting me by being here. Support would be doing what I told you to do, which was staying home." I say sternly, getting more irritated by the second. She's pissing me off.

"Why are you so angry over this? It's not a big deal. I just wanted to come and support you, let you know I was here for you." She says

"Yeah, well, I don't need you."

"Wow! You don't need me?" She says looking shocked.

"I don't need you to do that." I correct myself.

Why would she come here? I swear she's trying to make us fight. This isn't the time or place for this.

"Why are you talking to me like this?" She asks

"Because I had to get myself into the mindset of being cordial and professional and now you broke my focus. Shit ain't gonna be cordial Kayla."

"Yes, it is. Just calm down." She says

"Now I have to be on guard because you're here. If he comes anywhere near you, I'm going to beat his ass. You know that. Why would you put me in this situation?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't know... don't be mad at me..." She says honestly.

It was clear she felt bad but there's nothing I can do about it now. She was here. Now I have to handle this the best way I can.

"Kayla, just go sit down. Your presence is only going to start shit. Now I have to be the one to clean it up. As soon as Paul sees you he's going to flip out."

"I'm sorry, I jus—."

"Have a seat." I say then I walk off.

She sits in the the chair I was sitting in and I sit next to her.

The conference started and everything went as planned. I did my job, did my speech, everyone stayed away from me, everything went well. Perfect.

After everyone spoke, we all had to do media. I did that for another hour.

After everything was over, I was standing off to the side by myself, waiting for the okay to leave but then I saw him out the corner of my eye, walking towards me. The only thing I could think of was here we go.

He walked up to me and stood on the side of me, "You think that was smart of you to bring my Princess here? She wasn't invited. Are you trying to piss me off?" He says

I clenched my jaw and fixed my jacket, holding on to it tightly, so I won't punch him in the damn throat. The sight of him, makes my blood boil.

"Not the time, Paul." Is all I said.

"It's the time, when I say it is." He says and my blood starts boiling even more.

"Paul, back up out of my face. I'm trying to stay professional, please get away from me. I'm asking nicely. It's not the time." I say trying not to make eye contact with him.

He steps closer to me, talking in a low tone, speaking only for me to hear him. "I've been meaning to ask you, when you fuck her do you ever think about how she used to do those same, dirty, nasty things to me?"

"I'm warning you Paul. Back down." I say firmly, looking him in the eyes.

"Or do you ever think about how I used to bend her over my deck and fuck her senseless every chance I got. She's as sluty as they come."

I was about to say something, but then I saw Kayla walking over.

"Is everything okay? Are you okay, Joe?" She asks rubbing my back.

"Yes, Baby. I'm good." I say not making eye contact her, but keeping my eyes on him and moving her behind me.

Paul smiles, "Oh, she's baby now?"

Neither me or Kayla say anything to his comment.

"Oh, he doesn't want you talking to me now?" He laughs, "Now you want to be a good little bitch and listen to your owner—."

I don't even let him finish that sentence or hesitate, I punch him in his stomach with a hard right, feeling his stomach sink in, under the force of my strike. He doubles over in pain, holding his stomach. I use this as an opportunity to knee him in his face. I grab his shoulder, lifting a strong knee, breaking his nose. He stands up, still holding his stomach, nose crooked, bleeding. I connect with a hard right hook to his jaw, feeling his face buckle. He swings back missing, as I duck under, landing quick jab to his already broken nose. Then I feel Kayla pulling at my shirt, trying to get me to stop fighting him. He lands a hard left to my jaw, as I was distracted, dealing with Kayla. I drop him with a double legged takedown, reigning down hard lefts and rights, before people came over trying to pull me off of him.

When I looked over at Kayla, she was getting up off of the ground.

"And that's strike three." Paul says smiling, face all bloody, fixing his clothes. Someone was trying to look at his face but he shooed them away.

I looked back at Paul, and waved them off. I wanted to attack him again, but Kayla was more important. She must've got knocked on the ground during the fight because she was holding on to me.

"Are you okay babe, are you hurt?" I ask concerned as hell.

"No, I'm alright. I just lost my balance." She says leaning on me.

"Alright." I say holding on to her.

"I need to sit down though, I feel lightheaded." She says, then she collapsed, but fell into my arms.

I lightly lay her down on the floor and try to wake her, "Babe?" I shake her, then lightly tap her cheek but she didn't move.

"What's wrong with her?" Paul asked rushing over, pushing through everyone. Now holding a towel over his nose.

"Man, go away. You don't give a damn." I say

"What happened to her?" He asks and I look up at him. He looked genuinely concerned but I didn't care.

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!" I yell

He didn't say anything, he just backed away. A couple of people came over to help me, they called 911 for me. When the ambulance came, I went with them to the hospital. They took her vitals on the way over.

When we got to the hospital, they took her away from me. I had to wait in the waiting room. I was wreck. What happened to her? Did something happen during the fight? There was so many things going through my head and I couldn't get answers quick enough.

It wasn't until 45 minutes later that they came out and spoke to me.

"Mr. Anoai?" The doctor calls out

I rush over to him, "Yes, is she okay?"

"She's fine." He says with a calming voice, "She just lost consciousness."

"From what?" I ask confused

"You can go talk to her yourself." He says with a smile, "She's awake, room 224."

"Okay. Thanks doc!" I begin to walk away but he calls me, to get my attention.

"Hey!" He says

I turn around and walk back over to him, "Yes, Doc?"

"I'm a big fan. Do you think I can get a picture with you?" He asks and I smile.

"Yeah sure." He pulls out his phone and he snaps a quick picture.

"Thanks so much! I'm sorry to do this but you're my favorite wrestler."

"Nah, man it's no big deal. She's alright, so I'm happy. Thank you." I say as we shake hands.

"I won't keep you. I'll let you get back to your girl. Good luck to you both!" He says, then walks away.

I go to find her room. I'm so happy she's okay because if something happened to her, I don't know what I'd do. She means too much to me. She probably passed out because of all the stress she's under. I don't care about anything else and I'm not going to bring up all of the crazy shit that's been going on with me.

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