Usual Stuff: I own no one, nothing in WWE, no real or stage names. I get nothing out of this except joy of writing. I do own my own character Brynn. This story has quite a bit of swearing, a little humor, a little gore, a bit of magic and some general suspension of reality. There are TONS of cameos in this book, but the main characters are Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns and an OC. *Enjoy*

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Nights before RAW shows were always the same. Seth and Roman joined him in his hotel room. They ate take out… tonight's fare was both Chinese and pizza since they couldn't decide. They watched some random show.

They were in Seattle tonight. He'd been here a couple times for live shows at Key Arena. It wasn't a bad venue, just the city seemed strange sometimes. The people were… odd. They had that bizarre Pacific Northwest feel to them. Hipsters, the whole fucking lot of them. Coffee and Birkenstocks seemed to be the most important things in their life. And plaid. Who the fuck wore that much plaid?

They always took turns choosing the shows that they would watch together. Seth would usually pick some shitty action movie. Roman leaned toward thoughtful dramas – sigh. But when it came to Dean's turn… oh those were the best nights.

Any show that he could find on ghosts, mythical creatures, magic in the universe. Anything that the cryptozoologists would document and release to the public. He loved them all. He would sit, entranced, as the footage of people searching for Bigfoot came on the screen. Mysterious Monsters which describes Bigfoot in detail is still one of his favorite movies of all time. He got excited when there was a new series on Animal Planet, Mermaids: The New Evidence, about a mermaid being found on the coast. The amount of information they had was mind-boggling. His brothers said it was a hoax, but he knew better. He knew it was real. All these things were real. It wouldn't make sense for all these magical beings to be seen throughout the ages and not one of them was a legitimate thing.

Vampires, witches, werewolves. He knew them all. He had studied all he could about their lives, their actions and what their greatest weaknesses were. His brothers made fun, but he didn't care. This was what he loved. And it was a hell of a lot more believable than some action hero singly saving the fucking world by having all the fucking answers… in every fucking situation. Seriously, James fucking Bond? Who the fucking hell knew that much about everything?

At least he didn't have to deal with James Bland tonight. Nope, he had found a decent documentary on a government cover up involving aliens, The Hidden Hand. He hadn't seen it yet, but he was sure that it would give him a greater knowledge into the way that aliens can infiltrate the earth. And reptilians? That just made sense for their leaders in government now. Oh yeah, he knew that this movie would make them all see just how much the government covered up this shit. Seth and Roman would come away knowing more than they ever wanted to about alien abduction and cover ups.

"What's the choice for this evening, uce?" Roman asked from his spot on the couch. He had popped open one of the beers and took a long pull before bringing up a slice of pizza to munch on.

"You're going to love it," Dean said excitedly. "It's all about how there are aliens in the government and how they are fucking in charge and shit. They're covering up all the alien landings and abductions." He looked seriously over to Roman. "I mean, wow, they could have infiltrated the WWE too. Think on that, brother."

Seth barked out a laugh from the kitchenette and walked over to the couch. "You know this is all bullshit, right Ambrose? I mean these aren't documentaries, they're fucking fiction."

Dean picked up a used napkin and tossed it at his head as he sat down. "This shit is real. You will thank me someday when we have to deal with something and I have all this knowledge. I could fucking save your life if we came across a werewolf… do you know how to kill a vampire, even?"

"We've all seen Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Dean, I'm pretty sure that all I have to do is stab it with a chopstick," Seth chuckled as he pointed his chopstick menacingly Dean's way.

Dean lifted a hand and attempted a karate chop to get the chopstick out of his face. Seth avoided his hand, brandished it like a sword and stabbed him in the chest.

"Ow, fucker, leave me alone and watch the fucking movie," Dean whined sullenly.

"Fine," Seth snorted and turned his attention to the screen. "Oh, for fuck's sake, The Hidden Hand? When was this even made? 2013? Shit, there's people who think this is real nowadays?"

Roman tried, unsuccessfully, to hide a snicker behind his bottle of beer. Dean shot him a glare. "This is real, motherfuckers. Seriously. Just watch the movie and you'll see just how fucking real it is! I mean, Stephanie and Trips could be aliens in disguise. Think of it! It makes so much fucking sense!"

Seth let out a cackle, "OK, that one is almost plausible."

Roman chuckled and turned toward the TV as the credits began. Dean gave up on listening to his brothers and stared at the screen, happy to watch his movie choice. Fuckers be damned, he was going to enjoy this.

Dean was really getting into the movie. He couldn't believe how comprehensive the information was. The interviews were actually well thought out and the amount of evidence was amazing! It astonished him how much the government was willing to cover up. He completely ignored the snorts of disbelief coming from the other side of the couch during the recorded evidence parts. He knew Seth didn't believe this. He knew Roman was just indulging him. He didn't care. This was too good.

Halfway through a very important part the TV picture began to wobble. The movie flickered with static and he started to get frustrated. It was just getting to the interesting bit! Right when they started to interview a hidden high-ranking officer in the military, the screen blipped and went out.

"Fuck!" Dean exclaimed in annoyance. "Was just to the good part, too!" He picked up the remote and jabbed at the power button, trying to get it to come back on. Smacking the back of the remote with his hand, he attempted to get the batteries to work.

Seth took a drink and nodded while rolling his eyes, "Yes, the good part…"

Dean looked over to him on the couch and reflexively punched him in the arm. "This shit's awesome. I don't make fun of your shitty action movies."

Roman raised an eyebrow at that.

"Too much," Dean finished with a mumble.

"Ow, motherfucker. It's not like it was my fault the TV fucking went out. Call down to the desk and see if they can fix it… or if there's a power outage or something," Seth complained.

Dean looked around the room, still bright from the lights that were on, and looked at Seth incredulously. "The lights are still on, Seth. Wouldn't a power outage be the whole fucking room?"

Seth shrugged, "Maybe just a breaker for the TV, then. I don't know, Ambrose, jeez. I'm not a fucking electrician."

Dean got up from the couch and walked over to the TV. He punched the power button repeatedly. Nothing happened. Stupid fucking tv. Stupid, fucking, not letting him finish his program, TV.

Roman rose from the couch and walked over to the room phone. He lifted the handle and dialed down to the front desk. "Yes, hello? We're in room 214… there seems to be an issue with our television set." He waited a moment and then said, "Yes, it just blinked out and we can't get it to come back on. Is there some sort of power issue?" He hummed for a moment as he listened to the person on the other side. "Oh, OK, sure. About how long?" The person said something else and Roman nodded as if they could fucking see him. Dean sighed, these things only happened on his movie night. "Alright then," Roman said finally, "thanks a bunch. We'll be here."

He hung up the phone and turned to look over at the other two. "Well, it's not a power thing. They said everything is fine in the hotel and no one else has complained about anything. They're going to send someone up to check it out. It might be a few minutes, so we should just chill."

Dean groaned in frustration. Seriously, this was annoying as fuck. He turned his attention back to the television set and poked his head around the side to view the wires. Maybe he just needed to fiddle with one or two of them and they would be fine. Yeah, maybe he could just test all of them and the picture would come back so that they could see the rest of the interview about reptilians in high ranking offices.

"Deano, what the fuck are you doing?" Seth asked suspiciously.

"Nothin'," Dean grunted as he tried to put his whole hand behind the TV set that was firmly attached to the wall. He could almost reach the wires… he could almost fucking reach.

"Ambrose, step away from the tv, man. The guy will be here in a few minutes to fix it and then we can get back to the aliens," Roman chided.

"Just give me a second," Dean grumbled, "I can see something there. Maybe… if I can… just…"

"Dude, you're going to make it worse. Just come sit down and eat come Lo Mein and chill," Seth groused. "We can't afford another hotel damage bill like we had in Salt Lake."

"Not fucking damaging shit," Dean mumbled sourly. "Didn't there, either."

Roman laughed loudly then turned it into a cough when Dean shot him a scowl. "Sure, uce, whatever you say." He sat down again and picked up his beer, pointing it at the TV. "Seth's right, though, come sit down and eat. They'll be here in a minute. The movie will still be there… we both can't wait to see how it ends." He snorted, "It's very… enlightening."

Dean rolled his eyes. Why the fuck did he keep these fools around as friends? He ignored their protests and reached as far as he could with his arm. Just… right… there! He had the wire. It didn't feel burnt or anything. Good. He traced it up to the TV set and gave it a small jiggle. No, seemed to be just fine.

"Dean," Roman's rumbling voice interrupted him again. Oooh, he was pulling out the 'I'm in charge' voice, Dean thought.

"Yep?" Dean said innocently, his voice muffled from where his face was smooched up against the side of the television set.

"Sit down," Roman ordered softly. "Leave it alone. Seriously. Leave… it… alone."

"Almost got it Ro, just have to check the other wire," Dean said as he fingered the other wire along the way to the inlet to the television set. This one felt different. It was warm. Ah ha! That must be the problem. Now to just… push… it…

*ZAP*