8 years ago…

"Hey… sorry that took so long." The man lying on the king sized bed heard, looked away from the Tv and saw Amanda standing a few feet away, red and black pajamas on, her makeup off and her hair soaked… but Chris Benoit knew what had delayed Amanda's shower.

It wasn't exactly the shower itself, it was that Amanda, despite not admitting to it, was hurting. A reddish purple bruise took up most of her right shoulder, the bruise the result of Amanda crashing into the barricade. Chris sat up and moved back on the bed a few inches.

"Come here, little one." Chris responded in a gentle tone, Amanda walking over and sitting down after handing him the towel she had been holding. Chris reached over, lightly wringing the water out of Amanda's shoulder length hair and rubbing the towel against it… when the two first met, he had thought of her as a student. Now he considered her one of his family and wanted to help ease the pain she was feeling, making sure she didn't move that aggravated shoulder.

"First thing tomorrow, we're going straight to the doctor." Chris replied, Amanda looking over her left shoulder at him. "Don't fight me on this one, you can barely move your right arm." He explained, having gone through that kind of pain himself from the neck injury he suffered nearly six years earlier.

Amanda nodded as Chris kissed her on her forehead… six years, the two had known each other because John used to bring her to the events or bring her along with him during the summer… two years since Chris started training her and Amanda caught attention quickly.

He wanted to be around to see her career flourish, see her live out all her dreams…

Neither one of them knew that moments like these were starting to become numbered.

Six months later, Amanda was wandering the hallways nervously. Multiple attempts to get in touch with Chris, Nancy and little Daniel went unanswered after the texts that she, Chavo and referee Scott Armstrong received from Chris's and Nancy's phones and they had brought it to John Laurinaitis's attention. The last time Amanda had heard from Chris was on Amanda's birthday back on the 20th.

Amanda stopped when she saw Hunter and Vince talking, both having looked like they'd been crying. Hunter turned and looked at Amanda… and she knew right away why all attempts to contact the Benoit family had failed.

The second Hunter walked towards her, Amanda turned and ran, not wanting to be comforted, not wanting it to be true… Amanda screamed out as she fell, bashing her recently healed nose against the floor and breaking it again.

Amanda felt Hunter pull her up to where she was able to sit and him putting his left hand on her nose, resetting it and making Amanda scream in pain before he pulled her into his arms, lightly stroking her hair as she sobbed.

"It… no, please! They can't… Hunter, please tell me it's..." Amanda tried to say, Hunter dissolving into another round of sobs himself.

"I'm sorry, kiddo… they're gone." Hunter said through his tears, him and Amanda hugging each other as both cried for the family they loved like their own… the one they would never see again.

Checking on Amanda the next morning before the ECW taping, Hunter walked into the hotel room she was in to find her eerily quiet and walked over to her… and on the bedside table was a handwritten note.

'Why did you do it, Chris?! Why?!'

Hunter knew from looking at her that Amanda had been up all night, unable to sleep and had found out the horrifying truth… stretching out next to her after pulling the half kicked off covers over her, Hunter took the small diva into his arms, her only response being a blink.

"I don't think we'll ever know why, kiddo… it's not fair, to anyone." Hunter whispered, lightly stroking Amanda's disheveled curls.

Amanda just blinked again before finally, after seven exhausting hours, fell into sleep, Hunter kissing her on her forehead.

"You just rest, Mandy… rest that weary mind." Hunter whispered.

The silence was eerie… and it had the Cerebral Assassin deeply worried about the mental state of the finally sleeping girl in his arms...

Present time…

Amanda wasn't sure how long she had been asleep as she slowly opened her eyes, seeing that Finn was looking at her as he held her, his left hand resting on her face.

"Hey, it's alright. It's only silly, funny accented me." Finn said quietly, shifting closer and placing his other hand to the side of her ribcage, hugging her as she leant her face in towards his shoulder.

"Just us… in the same hotel room…" Amanda responded, her voice still raspy.

At the same time, Hiroki was waking up and saw Yuki… who was holding part of the burnt photo album.

"He fucked up big time…" Hiroki replied.

"Yeah, he did." Yuki agreed, before turning the burnt pages of the photo album.

She put them in the trashcan before seeing a text from Chihiro.

'Sis, it looks like someone was murdered down in the hotel bar!'

"Oh shit! Brother, someone tried to kill someone at the hotel bar downstairs." Yuki said, before jumping out of the bed and slipped on her high tops.

In the lobby, they saw police had the area cordoned off… and it wasn't long before they saw Amanda and Finn, Amanda wearing big sunglasses to hide her eyes.

"Oh damn…" Amanda responded quietly, Finn holding her close to him.

"You guys have any idea who it was?" Yuki replied after she and Hiroki walked over.

In a nearby hospital, Seth opened his eyes and saw Bayley looking at him.

"Don't ask why, it's simple. Because Dianne is downright mean." Seth answered as he carefully sat up.

"Oh and you think you haven't done anything wrong by throwing Mandy's photo album into the fire?! Those pics were all she had left of them and you just make everything about yourself and you are never gonna get her back after this!" Bayley responded angrily.

Bayley left… and Seth looked up at the ceiling.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that…" Seth whispered before he glanced at the Tv, The Simpsons on and Grade School Confidential airing.

He wasn't gonna go down without fighting back.