#rip paul gray

[jadore-la-mort]

[thehouseofmorningstar34]

Happy birthday to the one and only #2 Paul Gray your legacy lives on!

You are surely missed down here

Say hi to Joey for all of us maggots 🥺❤️

(it's tommorw I just wanted to make sure I posted lol)

[noixdraw]

🎶My last true confession will open your eyes

I've never known trust like the night

Let it be spoken, let it be screamed

They'll never ever take us alive

'Til we die

'Til we die

We won't be forgotten, we'll never give in

This war we've achieved has allowed us to win

Carry on

Carry on

'Til we die

'Til we die

We won't be forgotten, we'll never give in

This war we've achieved has allowed us to win

Carry on

Carry on

We'll never be broken, we won't be denied

Our war is the pressure, we need to unite

'Til we die

'Til we die

'Til we die

(We won't be forgotten, we'll never give in)

'Til we die

(This war we've achieved has allowed us to win)

'Til we die

(We'll never be broken, we won't be denied)

'Til we die

(Our war is the pressure, we need to unite) 🎶

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Dibujo de Paul Gray 🖤

#paulgray #fanart #slipknot #paulgray2 #draw #slipknot2 #bassist #metalhead #bassplayer #paulgrayfanart #slipknotfanart #metal #rippaulgray #legendneverreallydies #bassistmetal #bassguitarist #legend

[madintersexmermaid]

First time listening to the final boss of all metal bands: Slipknot

Welp, I just recently listened to Slipknot's self titled debut, then Iowa, and now Subliminal Verses.

I'm officially a maggot (Slipknot fan) now.

But in all seriousness, I listened to Slipknot's self titled debut and it's crazy how the entire album is a monster of a debut that's so so so so good from beginning to end. The rapid speed drumming and snares carry the music (RIP Joey Jordison), the bass gives the music color (RIP Paul Gray), and Corey Taylor as a frontman is something else--the way he switches from doing the most terrifying snarls and growls + vicious screams I've ever heard to singing like an angel to rapping and spitting rapid fire bars, sometimes all in the same song, is absolutely unreal, and you can literally feel the palpably raw, visceral and unbridled fiery rage, intensity and blood, dirt, mud and grime type energy bleeding through the music, the vocals, the drums, the guitars, the bass, the growls, the production, etc. All of it is something that quite frankly was very ahead of its time during the time this was released (1999!!). Slipknot walked so Sleep Token could run. (And Sleep Token is a phenomenal band with amazing music on its own!)

As for Iowa, that was definitely Slipknot's darkest, angriest, eeriest, heaviest, creepiest and most oppressive and unsettling record they've done. Heck, the intro was creepy from the get go--and to think that this was their sophomore record!

Then Subliminal Verses is something to behold--that palpably raw and visceral anger, intensity and energy is still very much there, but what stands out more on this album is Slipknot's noticable maturity in sound and in mood in balancing out the grit with more moments of gentleness and emotion, and wading more into melodic ballad territory and the results are stunningly beautiful, even haunting (Vermillion, Part 2 and Danger = Keep Away stand out as examples).

Meanwhile it's difficult for me to pick which song is my favorite off of the debut cause literally every single song is top notch and Iowa, as dark as it is, has highlights too, as well as Subliminal Verses. But I'll list a few songs: (sic), Me Inside, Gently, Scissors, I Am Hated, Eyeless, Metabolic, Surfacing, Everything Ends, My Plague, Tattered and Torn, Pulse of the Maggots, Skin Ticket, Vermillion Part 1 and Vermillion Part 2, Duality, Prosthetics, etc.

In conclusion, Slipknot is iconic, they're your favorite metal band's favorite metal band, and I'm officially a maggot now. Maggots unite!

[slipknot-brainrot]

happy birthday paul ♡ !!

[jesswinx]

Just lil multifandom stamps for my Spacehey profile, free to use :3

[childofburningtime01]

I don’t even know what to say this time. 3 years. It’s been 3 years without him. And yet, it feels like yesterday. Thank you, Joey. For all you’ve done and put out in the world. For all you’ve done to modern metal. You may be gone, But your legend lives on in all of us.🖤❤️

[trenchkiss]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE GUY EVER - PAUL GRAY!!!!

oouuhhh you silly bassist guy im so autistic about you..

Featuring my favorite vid with him >:3 i love it so much

[stars-on-my-bedroom-ceiling]

rip charles rowland you would have loved winner by conan gray

[noixdraw]

❶ & ❷

#ジョーイ・ジョーディソン #マスク #SLIPKNOT #洋楽 #paulgray2 #ポール・グレイ #slipknot2 #bassist #paulgray #bassplayer #nathanjonasjordison #fanart #slipknot #joeyjordison #slipknot1 #drummer #metalhead #theonlyone #joeyjordisonfanart #joeyjordison1 #metal #ripjoeyjordison #legendneverreallydies #drummermetal #thebestdrummer #legend #永遠の友達

[ruthytwoshakes]

team furries twoooo. And scalies. And whatever birds are.

please share and donate to this family of four, the youngest being only 2 1/2 years old. They need funds to safely cross to Egypt. If you donate something, send me a message with proof and I’ll draw you something nice as a thank you :)

Species and concept art under cut!

Sniper: so for some reason I was under the impression that Crocs were native to new zealand. They are not. Uh. Well. yup. 👍 it fits his personality. snappy n dangerous but real easy to get around if you just zig-zag. Why the long fa

Spy: Grey Fox. I was gonna go with a wolf because of his fursona but fox fits better wahhhh. Also means that scout is half fox! I’ll show that in more detail one day. Probably.

Medic: just like his Doves! The tail coat is actual his real tail. Featherrrrrs. Why are his nasty claws out? I don’t know he’s kinda weird like that.

Demo: TIGER!!!!! He’s always kinda reminded me of Hobbes from Calvin and Hobbes :) why did I draw him so cute. Somebody stop me before I draw them all adorable ough.

Engineer: the bulllllerrrrrrrrr. Sorry. He’s a bull, with a nose ring. Epic. Hooves for hands, gunslinger would look like a hoof too, gotta design that later.

Heavy: big badass brown bear. Love him. Instead of bullet he has honey sticks. It costs four hundred thousand dollars to harvest honey… for 12 seconds.

Pyro: fucking dragon. hell yeah. In pyroland they see themselves as a unicorn. Baller.

Scout: Bunny scout truther over here. You can thank @/teamfurtress for that. Please check them out, commissions are open! In my version he’s a hare but that is significantly less fun to say lol. Jackrabbit kinda guy.

Soldier: regular ole dog. ouppy to da max. He’s the most dog of the alol time and I’m tired of pretending he’s not. THE STRAPS ON HIS HELEMT ARE HIS EARS. HIS BIG TEETH AND OPEN MOUTHED SMILE. THE WAY HE MOVES. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!???!??????! That’s a grown man with dick n balls what am I doing

Some designs for the side characters that I couldn’t be arsed to finish. Saxton is kangaroo because of corse he is. Admin is a bat because she never leaves her room, Pauling is mouse because is cute, Zhanna is bear like big brother, Merasmus is praying mantis, and Gray Mann + Olivia Mann are vultures! She’s so fluffy oh my god

Concept time. I fell in love with wrinkly floppy dog sniper. Adorable. Unfortunately I already had a dog so he had to go </3 kangaroo sniper was also axed. rip girl. Lots of diff designs for admin! Curtesy of @stangeranfanficion (thank u for the ideass) eagle soldier because it’s funny. Also zebra Pauling! I really like this one. If I make a horse au she’s going to be a zebra.

[slipknot-brainrot]

OUGH I CANT BELIEVE ITS BEEN 14 YEARS DUDE WE MISS YOU SO MUCH </3

[endlich-allein]

Brenna Gray was Paul Gray wife. He was the Slipknot bassist (aka #2) until is death in 2010. They had a daughter together who was born a few months after her father's death 🥺

Till (edit: with Brenna Grey) at the 2011 Revolver Golden Gods Awards, where Rammstein won Best Live Band, beating Avenged Sevenfold, Gwar, Iron Maiden, Megadeth and Sevendust.

[briarscreek]

Catholic Father!John Price was on his last confessional for the night

MDNI +18 CONTENT

the ache of sitting on the same unfurnished seat was starting to creep in his muscles again. but it felt more like a reward than anything else.

the other side of the confessional door opened while he waited for the next person.

“forgive me father for i have sinned”

he’s never heard this voice before. paul? sharon? maybe reggie?

“how long since your last confession?”

“this will be my first actually”

ah, someone new. maybe someone for a visit.

“tell me, what is your sin?”

“i lust for an older man i cannot have”

his heart sped up. this couldn’t be the new churchgoer who sat in the back by themselves. could it?

“i pray the lord forgives you. amen”

“thanks be to god”

he took a shuttering breath, trying to think of what to ask.

“what makes you lust after this man?”

“his strength, i believe”

“ah so it’s a physical attraction”

“and more. his voice when he speaks, commands the whole room. i want it to command me and only me”

he could be a good father, lead you from your thoughts towards the light. but he’s a sinner too, isn’t he?

“his hands, always so sure of what he says. the wisdom of the world is in his palms and i want him to choke me with them.”

“his hands? anything else about him?”

his own hands were trembling as he examined the calluses. his pants were getting tighter by the second. you wouldn’t mind if he unzipped them to loosen them, right?

“his hair, graying just the edges. the same kind that i want to run my nails through as he eats away at my sanity.”

was it getting hot in here? did he leave the mini heater on again?

“what makes him unattainable?”

“i’d be named a harlot everywhere. shunned right out of the Lord’s place. for a man that’s never said two words to me. i think that’s the hardest part”

“why?”

“because i wouldn’t care about the consequences. i’d finally have him. in every way that matters. worshipping him as he deserves.”

now he knows this is about him. he’s not stupid, he’s seen your wandering gaze during his sermons on early mornings. the innocent part of him thought he was making a difference with the ‘younger generation’. but his not so innocent side was maybe hoping for this.

“may the Lord save you from this lust that plagues you.”

in the quiet of the night, he heard the faint whisper of your words.

“i hope he doesn’t”

with the door to the confessional opening and closing again, Father John pulled on his collar. almost itching to rip his clothes off but he is a patient man.

later in the comfort of his own home, father john read over the finalized participant list for next weekend’s church retreat and bonding trip. he smiled like the sinner he was while reading your name at the bottom as a last minute sign up.

so this was your game. to rile him up right before the trip? good thing he can instill some new verses about strength and resilience to you while you pray for forgiveness on your knees.

[snow-snowball]

Pretty boy (part 2)

characters: Paul Lahote; Seth Clearwater; Sam Uley; Leah Clearwater; Embry Call; Quil Ateara; Jacob Black.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. [Y/B/N] — your boyfriend’s name. Requests are open. @chrisxlifeline sorry for the delay!!!

w: 1,8k

warnings: fluff; 18+; curses; mention of alcohol; attempted rape; mention of a fight and bruises; first mewting with Jacob; brother!Jared with Quiñ; chemistry tutor!Y/N with Embry.

Embry Call:

Embry was always the shy type, blushing crimson whenever he received praise or a compliment. You, being one of the school's top students, naturally stepped up to assist classmates grappling with their studies. It was this very act of kindness that sparked a connection between you both – long before he transformed into a wolf. Now, Embry wasn't daft (grades don't define intelligence, after all), but chemistry? That was his Achilles' heel. No matter how hard he tried, it just wouldn't click. To get through to him, you had to find a unique approach tailored to his learning style. You suspected he possessed a creative mind, one that thrived on associations and analogies.

“Alright, Embry, picture Oxygen as... well, a total floozy,” you began, a mischievous glint in your eyes. Embry looked genuinely surprised, probably thinking you were too much of a goody-two-shoes to drop such a line. “It reacts with practically everything except halogens – think of them as her besties she's not into. But then there's Fluorine; Oxygen's gotta react with Fluorine because... imagine Fluorine is a dude with a major crush on Oxygen.” Embry nodded slowly, a flicker of comprehension in his eyes.

“So, Oxygen's a... flirt who gets with everyone but the halogens, but she's got this special thing going on with Fluorine?” he repeated, seeking clarification.

“Exactly! Nailed it!” you affirmed with a grin. “I'm betting that after our study sessions, your test scores will skyrocket!”

And you were right. He aced the exam.

Lately, though, Embry had been skipping school altogether. You weren't exactly best buds, but you'd hoped he considered you a good friend. To you, Embry always seemed like a sweet, well-mannered guy who wouldn't curse in front of teachers, kids, or girls. Sure, you'd overheard him swear sometimes, but only when he was hanging out with his buddies and oblivious to your presence. So, you decided to pay him a visit. After snagging his address from the homeroom teacher, you set off.

His house was modest, nothing special. After knocking, there was no answer. “If he's not home, where could he be?” Suddenly, a growl ripped through the air, emanating from the bushes. Stepping back towards the house and leaning against the door, you scanned the area. A silver-gray wolf emerged, ready to pounce, but another wolf, also gray but with a dark patch on its back, leapt in front of you. With a snarl, your protector chased off the larger wolf. Turning to face you, the wolf froze, its eyes widening in shock. “Embry...?” did you really recognize him? “No way, that's crazy. Embry? A wolf? Haha,” you laughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. As you turned your head, the wolf was gone, replaced by your classmate, who appeared to have gotten a new haircut. “Oh... my... god...” were the last words you uttered before everything went black.

You awoke with a start, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across an unfamiliar room. “Where the heck am I?” you muttered, jolting upright in the bed. A wave of recognition washed over you as you inhaled deeply, a familiar scent tickling your senses. You leaned closer to the pillow, inhaling. “It smells like Embry's shampoo...”

“Didn't realize you could recognize me by my shampoo,” a teasing voice drawled.

Embry leaned against the doorframe, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. He was only wearing a pair of low-slung sweats, and you couldn't help but notice the surprising definition of his abs. “My eyes are up here, [Y/N],” he chuckled, pushing himself off the doorframe and sauntering further into his room. “So, what brings you here?”

“You've been MIA from school for ages, and I thought something might have happened to you...” you confessed, nervously twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

“Worried about me?” He raised an eyebrow.

“A little,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing.

Embry sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. He was at a loss of where to even begin. How could he possibly explain to you what he really was? And even more perplexing, how could he have imprinted on you?! He raked his hands through his hair, frustration evident in his eyes.

“Hey, if it's tough for you to talk about, you don't have to tell me anything,” you said softly, rising from the bed and making for the door. “That wolf...it was you, wasn't it?” At your words, Embry simply nodded, his expression unreadable. You pieced things together in your mind, a small smile gracing your lips. “You're pretty.”

“What?” Embry's head snapped up in surprise.

“I'm saying that as a wolf, you're also very beautiful and not scary at all,” you clarified, giving him a small wave. You reached for the doorknob, but he was instantly there, stopping you.

“So, you're not afraid of me?” he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice as he gently grasped your wrist. “Oh, shoot, sorry,” Embry immediately apologized, realizing he might have crossed a line.

“Not in the slightest. You protected me, after all. Thank you,” you said, brushing a quick kiss on his cheek before darting out of his house, your face burning. Embry stood frozen for what felt like an eternity, but when the reality of what had just happened hit him, he bolted into the woods, transformed into his wolf form, and let out a joyous howl.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Paul groaned, hearing the familiar howl. “I should have taken them both out.”

Quil Ateara:

He's your quintessential shy and insecure guy.

He never imagined he'd imprint on his best friend's sister. Especially when she already has a boyfriend. Being around you was pure agony for him because he knew you'd never look at him the way he looks at you.

“Hey, Jared, [Y/B/N] and I are hitting the movies tonight, so don't wait up!” you chirped, kissing your brother on the cheek and playfully ruffling Quil's hair. Jared barely had time to respond before you dashed off.

“I don't like that boyfriend of hers. Shady character,” Jared grumbled, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Want one, bro?”

“No, thanks. Actually, I think I'm gonna head out,” Quil said, feeling his heart sink.

“Quil, I'm sorry, man...”Jared knew exactly what his friend was going through.

“It's cool, don't sweat it,” Quil replied, before leaving.

Truth be told, you weren't quite sure why you were dating [Y/B/N]. He had no shortage of attention from girls and was a decent student. Out of all the girls, he chose you – a feisty girl who wasn't exactly a fan of school. Were you two opposites attracting? Or… your thoughts were cut short by a kiss. He parked the car on the side of the road and started kissing you. You gently pushed him away, breaking the kiss. “What are you doing? We're going to be late for the movie.”

“Screw the movie,” he said, trying to unbuckle his belt. “I want you, right here, right now.”

“But I don't—”you were silenced by another kiss. You should have listened to Jared. From afar, your brother saw you having troubles with [Y/B/N]. [Y/B/N] was much stronger and heavier than you. It was impossible for you to move him, you didn't have enough power to do so. You felt like your arms would snap from pushing against his chest.

Suddenly, it became easier to push him away. He was yanked out of the car and punched in the jaw. “What the hell do you think you're doing, treating her like that?!” It was Quil. A very angry Quil.

“She's my chick, I'll do what I want!” The fact that this jerk called you "chick" set Quil off like a bomb. No one, and he meant no one, was allowed to call his queen that. He punched your now-ex-boyfriend in the nose, sending them both tumbling down the hill. Screaming in terror, you got out of the car and approached the edge. It was pitch black, you couldn't see anything. “Quil!!! Are you okay?” Silence. Then, a shadow started to approach you. Startled, you took a few steps back, placing yourself under the streetlight that dimly illuminated the road. Standing before you was your friend, covered in bruises. You rushed towards him, hugging him tightly and thanking him for saving you.

“It's okay, [Y/N], it's okay, don't cry.”

“But he messed up your pretty face!”

“Pretty?” Quil grinned, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He swept you up in his arms and started walking back towards your house.

“Yes! You're very, very beautiful!” You happily swung your legs, snuggling closer to him. “With your good looks, you could steal all my boyfriends.”

“Guess that's not such a bad thing, seeing as I'm going to be your only boyfriend.”

Jacob Black:

The guy knows he's good-looking, but his pride took a hit after Bella chose Edward. Just the thought of that damn vampire, who stole Swan from him, made him want to tear his hair out.

And so, needing a breath of fresh air, Jacob found himself at the edge of the woods. A gentle breeze wrapped around his body, causing him to shiver slightly, and the scent of newly blossomed flowers filled his nostrils. He could hear birds singing and the distant footsteps of some animals. It all calmed Jacob. He'd always felt a strong connection to nature, but after becoming a werewolf, that bond felt even deeper. Suddenly, a branch fell in front of him, then another. He looked up and spotted… a woman's backside and lacy panties?!

You were wearing a skirt and climbing up to get a ball you'd thrown up there.

How hadn't he sensed your presence before? Embarrassed, Black lowered his head.

“Hey you, now that you've taken a peek where you shouldn't have, how about doing me a favor: help me get my ball down. Or better yet, catch me!”

“What?” Jacob raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“I said, catch me!” You said, jumping down from the tree. Lucky for you, he was a werewolf with quick reflexes. Easily catching you, his eyes were level with your chest, and his strong hands gripped your hips as you steadied yourself, one hand on his shoulder, the other adjusting your hat. “Wow! Didn't know hotties were so...” your eyes met his, and it was like you both stopped breathing, the world stood still, and the spotlight was on you. “...strong.” You looked away, shifting and trying to get down. The guy set you on your feet and deftly climbed to the top, retrieving your ball. “We hotties are not only strong but agile too.” Saying this, he ruffled his hair. “I'm Jacob.”

“[Y/N], but for you, pretty boy, I can be whoever you want!” You laughed, taking your ball and brushing your fingers against his. “Well, hope we meet again, bye!” You waved and ran off.

“We definitely will, [Y/N].” The guy said, inhaling and catching the scent of your body. His mind was reeling. He sighed heavily and slapped himself on the cheek. “I'm worse than Jared, the pervert.”

Somewhere in the distance, Jared fell out of his hammock. “Who's talking about me again?!”

© 2025 do reblog, but don’t copy or publish my work on other platforms, or translate (without my permission) into other languages. Any coincidences are coincidental! The dividers belong to me! If you want use them, just tag me: @snow-snowball

[sydsaint]

Could you do a x reader fic with our three sexy himbo men with any injury prompts you want?

Protective Boyfriend Mode go hard with these three <3

Fic wrote using @promptsbytaurie 's injury prompt list.

Prompts used, 2. "Some get the medic. Get the medic!" and 19. "I came as soon as I heard."

Summary: GM reader confronts Roman and his cousins in the ring after Roman refuses to defend his title at the next PLE. An argument ensues and GM reader ends up taking a spill out of the ring by accident.

"Don't you two have anything better to do?" You narrow your eyes at Grayson and Austin as they come through the door of your office.

"Not really, no." Austin shrugs and shuts the door behind him.

Grayson steps next to him and nods in agreement. "You'd know, wouldn't you, YN." He teases you.

"Giving me attitude, Waller?" You raise a brow at him. "Sounds to me like you two want a match against some tough competition. Maybe, the Street Profits? Or AOP?" You prompt the pair with a grin.

"No!" Austin protests. "We're good, thanks babe. Gray was just playing around." He insists.

You twirl your pen in your hand and laugh. "That's what I thought."

Your laptop dings with a new email and you glance at it to see if it's anything important. When you gloss over the header your face turns sour, which Grayson and Austin instantly notice.

"Something wrong, YN?" Austin asks you.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You grit your teeth. "Who in the hell does he think he is?"

Grayson and Austin share a small looks of worry before they both turn back to you. "Who? What's up, YN?" Grayson asks you.

"Paul fucking Heyman." You growl. "And that entitled asshat Roman Reigns. According to Paul, Roman won't be defending his title at the next PLE." You explain. "Not defending that title my ass."

Grayson and Austin watch you rise from your seat with a sour expression. You close your laptop and reach for the walkie-talkie sitting on the desk. "Tell Roman I want him in the ring in 10 minutes." You speak into the talkie in a firm tone. "Or his ass is suspended without pay."

"Umm, you want us to come with you?" Austin asks as you shoulder past him with a scowl.

"Sure. You two can make sure that I don't beat Paul to death in the middle of the ring." You reply.

Grayson and Austin both nod and hurry after you once you're out the door. You stomp your way through the backstage area like a woman on a mission. When you make it down to the ramp entrance, Roman and his cousins are already out in the ring with Paul at their side. You grab a microphone off the table and march out to the ring hellbent on ripping Paul and Roman a new one.

"You've got some nerve, Paul." You confront Heyman as soon as you're out of the tunnel. "And Roman. Oh, Roman. Tell me, who the fuck do you think you are?" You ask him.

"Miss LN." Paul remains calm and civil. "What can my Tribal Chief and I do for you?" He asks you.

You march down the ramp with Austin and Grayson at your side. "What? Do you think that because you're the great Roman Reigns that you get to decide when and where you defend that title?" You climb into the ring. "Newsflash you entitled part-timer! You aren't in charge. I tell you when and where you'll defend that title. And if you don't like it? Guess what? There's the door!"

"Pfft." Roman dares scoff at you. "Like you could do anything." He insists with a smug smile. "You're just the help. WWE is nothing without me."

"This company has been through must worse, trust me on that." You fire back. "And guess what? If that title isn't being defended by you at the next PLE in three weeks? Well guess what? It'll be vacated." You inform him. "Your choice, Reigns."

Roman stares at you and rises from the chair that was provided from him by Paul. His llp curls into a scowl but you don't budge from your spot in front of him. Solo and Jimmy both step up on either side of Roman and you have to laugh.

"You aren't the only one with goons, Roman." You remind him as Austin and Grayson step up either side of you to match Solo and Jimmy.

Roman snickers again and in an instant Solo and Jimmy are on Grayson and Austin. The four men break out in a brawl and you move to stay out of the way while they fight. You step back and call for security to come break up the fight before it gets too out of hand.

While you're calling for security Solo makes a move to spear Grayson into the corner of the ring. Grayson darts out of the way not knowing that you're standing behind him and Solo hits you instead. You get hit hard and fly back into the turnbuckle. Your head hits the pole hard and your vision blurs for a second as you fall to your knees.

"Holy shit!" Austin sees the hit first and scrambles past Jimmy. "Medic! Someone get the medic. Get the medic!" He shouts as he hurries over to you.

Not about to lose their jobs over this, Solo and Jimmy both back off. They slink off with Roman and leave Grayson and Austin to check on you.

"YN! Fuck, are you okay? I am so sorry!" Grayson realizes what happened and rushes over to you with Austin.

"Ouch." You groan and clutch the back of your head. "It's alright, Gray." You insist and wince in pain when your hand touches the back of your head.

The medical team all file out to the ring like their jobs are on the line. They push past Grayson and Austin and start attending to you. Grayson and Austin both stand by and watch helplessly as you get looked at and helped to your feet.

"Here, move. I'll carry her." Austin steps up when he sees you wobble on your feet.

"Austin, I'm fine. I can walk." You insist but your head throbs in pain with each step.

Austin doesn't take no for an answer and sweeps you off your feet. Grayson parts the ring ropes for him and rattles off a string of apologies as Austin carries you up the ramp.

Austin carries you all the way back to the trainers room and only sets you down when you're in front of an exam table.

"YN? I came as soon as I heard!" La Knight comes busting through the door a few seconds later in search of you.

You are busy getting looked at so Grayson and Austin walk over to Knight and fill him in on what went down.

"So she's going to be alright?" Knight asks Austin and Grayson, who both nod. "Good. That means you two can come with me without feeling guilty." He adds.

"Come with you? For what?" Grayson replies.

Austin steps over to Knight and looks at Waller. "To kick Romans and his cousins asses, duh." He explains.

"Yep. Come on." Knight nods and turns toward the door. "We've all got enough money between us to take care of any suspension fines."

Grayson and Austin both agree and the trio all file out of the trainers room before you have time to notice that they've gone.