For All Or Nothing 2: Good Friends, Better Enemies
CHAPTER 1:
Michael Cole was standing in the ring at the end of a black table preparing for a contract signing between the challenger and the current WWE Champion.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, tonights contract signing will take place for a match for the WWE Championship. Without any further ado, let's bring out the WWE champion...Roman Reigns."
Roman Reigns music hit with the disapproval of the crowd. He and his cousins The Usos made their way to the ring. Roman had his title drapped over his broad tattoed right shoulder. He was smug, arrogant, egotistical. He had the I-don't-care-what-people-think attitude.
Roman and his cousins made their way into the ring. He held his prized possesion up in the air as the sold-out crowd of Boston, Mass booed loudly. The 3 men took their place on one side of the long table waiting for the arrival of the man whom Roman thought in his mind was too stupid to step up to the plate to take his championship.
"And now," Michael Cole continued. "Let's bring out the challenger, the new #1 contender. Roman Reigns' former friend, now foe. He is the former Intercontinental champion, former United States champion. He makes up 1/3 of the group The Shield. He's the Lunatic Fringe...Dean Ambrose."
The crowd rose from their seats as the familiar rev of a guitar sounded throughout the arena. Dean Ambrose, the blue-eyed Cincinnati, Ohio wild child, made his presence known. Donning blue jeans, black tank-top, leather jacket, he walked to the ring with a spring in his step. He stepped into the ring, not removing his eyes from his enemy. He took his place on the other side of the table as his music ceased and the crowd cheered his name.
"Gentlemen. The contract signing is for a match for the WWE Championship. Roman, as current champion, you may sign first."
Roman passed his title over to Jay Uso, whom stood to his left. He picked up the pen turning the contract towards him. He signed his name on the required dotted line."
"Now, Dean. If you please..."
Dean reached for the contract and picked it up. He cradled the pen in his hand and placed his signature on the page, then sat down the contract and tossed the ink pen over his shoulder.
"It is official." Michael said addressing the crowd. "It will be Roman Reigns vs Dean Ambrose for the WWE Championship."
Roman Reigns picked up the mic which sat to his right on the table.
"Well, Ambrose. I guess it's official. You versus me for the belt. But let me warn you. You're not going up against a good guy. You're not going up against bad guy. You're going up against the guy."
"Booooooooooo"
"Why...what's wrong, Deany-boy? You usually have a way with words. Have nothing to say?" Roman reached forward and clasped Dean by the chin, pulling his jaw down. "Cat got your tongue?"
Dean smacked Romans's arm away flexing his jaw. He picked up his own microphone and spoke, his raspy voice carrying out.
"What I have to say to you is short and sweet. Sweet for me, not so sweet for you. Actions speak louded than words. What I mean is I will let my fists do the talking for me."
Dean dropped the mic to the mat not removing his eyes from his former friend.
"Confident. I like it. Congrats on becoming the #1 contender for the title. Also, I would like to congratulate you on something else, but I have to ask first, cause I took it as a rumor. I heard you proposed to...what's her name...Renee Young. Is it true?"
Dean's eyebrows lowered, his face showing a sneer.
"It is true. How...how sickening. Heinous. Pathetic. Did she say yes? Cause if she did, then I feel so sorry for her. Marrying a piece of filthy, disgusting, dirty, rotten, smelly, Cincinnati gutter trash like you."
Dean removed the leather jacket from his muscular upper torso and dropped it outside of the ring. He jumped over the table and pounced onto Roman knocking him over the mat. Michael Cole evacuated the ring rapidly. Jay, whom dropped the title, and Jimmy were quick to pull Dean away from Roman. They pulled him over to the right corner of the ring. Jay leaned down and grabbed Dean by his ankles while Jimmy climbed on the outside of the ring apron and pulled Deans arms backwards restraining him. Roman rose from the mat and flipped the table. over. He picked up the microphone and stalked over to his former friend.
"You think that was funny, Ambrose? Huh? Who do you think you are trying to attack me? What are you trying to prove?"
Roman finished his statement by pulling his right fist back and socking a Dean right in the face drawing blood from his nose.
"Oh...silly me. I forgot to name the stipulation to our match at Summerslam. This match is a For All Or Nothing match. And it will take place inside Hell In A Cell. And you had better pray that you win. Because if you don't, not only will I get to keep the WWE Championship, your girl Renee Young...is mine. Believe that."
Roman dropped the mic outside of the ring to the floor. He took a few steps back to the middle of the ring. He crounched down to a kneeling position, ran, and speared a vulnerable Dean Ambrose in the corner, driving the air out of him. Jimmy and Jay released Dean before his crumbled to the mat.
The pain was excrutiating. Dean moaned, groaned, gasping for air. He coughed as he tried to draw in some air. He coughed up blood. Internal injuries. He knew a rib, if not two, was broken. Roman, Jimmy and Jay stood there looking at the fallen, injured man at their feet. Jimmy retrieved the championship from the mat and handed it to the champ. Roman raised the belt high in the air with both hands as the crowd loudly booed and RAW was going off the air.
