Vince cast his gaze around the area, shocked at the sight of the young man simply laying on the ground, beaten. Slowly, perhaps even reluctantly, he rubbed a hand up and down the back of the distraught woman weeping in his arms. He had never seen Torrie Wilson like this. Her suitcase was on the ground, open, several of her garments strewn on the parking lot ground for all the world to see. What in hell was going on?
"Torrie," he finally said, holding the young woman back at arm's length, "do me a favor... Go back inside the arena." Mr. McMahon gestured with his right hand, signaling for someone to come over.
The teary blonde looked up, one hand wiping at her nose. She realized the man approaching was a parking attendant. Where the hell had he been a few minutes ago, when she'd gotten grabbed?
"Please... Take her inside. Don't let her leave, whatever you do."
The uniformed man nodded and ushered the young woman away.
Torrie hesitated and started to speak, pointing at her suitcase and belongings.
"No, don't worry about that," Vince said calmly. "We'll take care of it... Just go on inside. Everything will be fine."
The older man watched, never moving his eyes away until Torrie was safely back inside the building. Then, turning back to the young man who lay on the ground, groaning and clutching his jaw, he reached for his cell phone. He knelt down to the guy's level to talk to him before dialing 911.
*
Torrie was still visibly shaken by the time Vince came back into the arena. Her tears had finally abated, her mascara had run and pooled on her cheeks, and her heartbeat had finally returned to normal, but she was still a mess.
"What..." That single word was all she could manage as she stood up from the small wooden bench upon which she'd been sitting. She eyed her boss expectantly, not quite knowing what would happen now. At the very least, she knew Vince had to have called the police.
"Relax, Torrie," he said, putting up his hands. He cast upon her the strangest look, and the blonde frowned in confusion. What was going on?
She sat back down on the bench, and the WWE Chairman opted to kneel by her rather than sit. He put a hand on one of hers and began to speak to her in hushed tones.
"Everything is going to be all right," he said. "But we need to talk about what happened out there."
The blonde recoiled just a bit, as though reliving the terror. She had never been attacked before, and it was an experience she never wanted to endure again. Somehow, as she gathered her wits, she managed to nod. She realized that she could hear sirens from a distance... The police were on their way.
"That man..." Vince said, "... You hurt him pretty badly." He simply stared at her, waiting for a reaction.
Torrie's lovely features hardened, then she softened them somewhat as she uttered another sole word.
"Good."
Mr. McMahon shook his head. This was definitely not good. He hadn't wanted that kind of response out of her that he'd just received. He looked into her hardened green eyes and continued.
"Torrie, I believe you shattered that man's jaw. You broke his jaw," he emphasized.
This time, the blonde's expression was one of surprise, perhaps even shock.
"I... I did?"
"Yes, you did." Vince looked up as he heard footsteps, which grew nearer by the second. Voices spoke from nearby as well, and he stood up.
Torrie's gaze followed that of her boss, and two policemen as well as two others who appeared to be paramedics approached. From beyond the entrance, she could see the young man who had wrestled her to the ground, and another man with him. Apparently, neither of his two friends had stuck around. Her eyes widened, and she shrank back in fear.
"Easy, miss," one of the cops said gently, "everything is going to be fine." He held his hands up in a tentative manner.
Torrie looked up and into his face, her head nearly spinning. She stood up and began to speak.
"That man outside," she said, pointing with her left hand. "Are you arresting him?"
"Don't worry about that man, miss."
"He and two other guys grabbed me," she blurted. "I think they were going to... rape me!" The memory of being attacked caused the tall blonde to tremble.
The policemen exchanged glances and looked at McMahon before focusing on her again.
"Oh, is that so?" the second cop queried.
Torrie nodded briskly, her eyes widening more.
"Thank God Mr. McMahon came along," she said.
"Err... When I came along," the WWE Chairman cut it, "you were punching that man, Torrie. You were on top of him and you were - pardon my language here, gentlemen -" he said, eyeing the officers, "- beating the crap out of him."
The woman's eyes widened more as she realized Vince was not even going to defend her. What the hell was going on here?
"Miss, we need to take you away," one of the policemen stated. He reached for her with one hand, the other coming up with a pair of handcuffs.
"Wh-What? No, I didn't-"
"Torrie, this is for your own good," Vince said. "You need to relax for awhile. You broke a man's jaw."
"B-But..." She began to struggle as the officer grabbed her. "... It was self-defense!"
"Do you know who that man is out there?"
Torrie began to shout as she squirmed, trying to get free. This prompted the second cop to jump in and assist his partner.
"No!"
Mr. McMahon shook his head, a sad expression dominating his lined face.
"That is the son of the governor of Connecticut, Torrie... He assured me that he did not do anything to you other than ask you for an autograph." He paused as the police and now the two doctors handled the blonde woman, who was kicking, screaming and flailing, making a big production out of it. "He can barely even speak, due to his shattered jaw."
Torrie continued to scream as the four men carried her bodily out of the arena. One of the doctors had somehow restrained her ankles while the other three held her. This was sheer madness! What the hell was happening to her?
Vince followed them outside. He exchanged brief glances with the injured young man, who was just getting into an ambulance, before turning back to Torrie. The men put her into a second ambulance, shutting the doors behind her. Inside, there were two more people who would attend to her.
"Don't worry, Torrie!" Vince called, although he knew she could no longer hear him. "You'll still have
your job when you get out!"