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The WWE Crowd cheers loudly in the arena and starts chanting as Daniel Bryan climbs up on the top turnbuckle, standing straight up and spreading his arms out in the air. Just as his opponent stands up from the mat, he jumps from the ropes and catches Seth Rollins in a vicious drop kick, making the crowd cheer louder, if it was even possible. The match has been going on for a total of seven minutes and 10 seconds, taking shots and kicks back and forth at each other thru out the match like it was scripted to go.
With Seth Rollins laid out on his back in the middle of the ring, Daniel Bryan quickly crawls over his body and lifts his leg up for a pin, but only got the two count. Slowly getting to his knees, he sat there for a moment to rest as he held his hand to the back of his hand, looking over at his opponent who was struggling to stand. Nodding his head repeatedly and standing to his feet while keeping his eyes on the other man, the crowd started chanting 'Yes' together to hype him up for his special kicks.
The first kick connects to his opponents chest. The second kick came shortly after the first, in the same spot. Third kick. Fourth kick. Fifth kick, connecting to Seth Rollins' shoulder roughly. Sixth kick quickly afterwards. Backing up suddenly, nodding his head along with the crowds cheers and hollers as they rooted him on, he went for the seventh kick.
Ducking just as Daniel Bryan's leg went flying in the air and barely missing the kick that was meant for the side of his head, Seth Rollins stood up behind him and pushed him roughly against the ropes. Seeing that his opponent grasped the ropes from the other side, Seth Rollins ran towards him with his fist pulled back, but it was blocked by the other guy who hit him with his own punch.
Grasping the back of his head, Daniel Bryan forced him towards the corner of the ring and pushed his face down against the turnbuckle, instantly making him stumble around and hold his face with his black leather-gloved hands. Taking advantage of the moment, he climbed up on the turnbuckle for another drop-kick, but a kick to the side of the head from Seth Rollins halted him and he fell to the outside of the ring.
Sliding to the outside before the Referee could stop him, Seth Rollins pulled the other man up from the ground and shoving him into the steel steps, a sick smirk coming across his face. Hearing the crowd boo him, he pulled the groaning man up from the floor and rolled him back in the ring, glaring at the Referee who was shouting at him to get back in the ring.
"Shut up, Ref! You don't tell me what to do!"
And with that said, Seth Rollins climbed up on to the ring apron and looked around the arena. Chuckling at all the hate he was getting, he hopped up on the turnbuckle and steadied himself so he wouldn't fall, but out of nowhere he was shoved off the turnbuckle from behind and he landed roughly on to the mat, his lower lip busting open from the impact of the fall.
Standing on the ring apron with a chair held in his hand, David James Lewis, known to the WWE Universe as DJ, glared at the fallen Seth Rollins with his light green eyes. Getting tired of Seth Rollins and his other two buddies run around, thinking they own the place, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
"You're not so big and bad now, are you? Without your little friends out here and all," said DJ while stepping thru the ropes and chuckling harshly as he got a grunt from Rollins.
Raising the chair in the air above him, it quickly came down and connected with Seth Rollins' upper back, earning another loud groan from the pain. Lifting the chair once more, the chair connected with his back again. And again. And again. Not letting up, and making sure he used force with each blow of the chair. But his fun came to a stop after the eighth chair shot when the other two guys from The Shield ran out.
Dropping the chair and sliding from the ring as quickly as he could, DJ walked backwards up the ramp while watching Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns tend to their friend who was still on the mat in pain. All three guys were livid with what just occurred, none of it being scripted and if there was last minute changes, someone was going to get a talking to by three angry wrestlers, that was for sure, and they weren't going to hold back.
Walking down the halls backstage of the arena, DJ couldn't help the smirk that was written on his face or the feeling of satisfaction of using a chair on another human being. It wasn't the first time, and he was sure it wouldn't be the first time. One down, two more to go until he'd feel fully satisfied with himself.
"Did you really have to do that to Colby? You didn't say anything about beating him down with a chair."
With her hands placed on her hips, April Mendez, better known to the WWE Universe as AJ Lee, glared daggers at him with her brown eyes from behind her black rimmed glasses. All she knew was that DJ wanted to go out and shove Rollins off the turnbuckle before leaving the scene, but what unfolded was something she was not expecting at all. The chair shots were brutal, and had to close her eye's whenever she saw the chair strike the other guy she's good friends with off-screen.
"Those three guys out there thinks that they can run the show and do what they want, but form now on the tables will be turned. They'll get what is coming to them, even if I have to go against them by myself. It'll get done, trust me," explained DJ, running his long fingers thru his short dirty-blonde hair and chuckling out darkly.
"It's scripted, DJ. They're suppose to be doing what they're doing," stated April, crossing her arms over her chest and squinting her eyes at him.
"AJ, it's the WWE. Anything goes as long as it's not life threatening or anything along those lines. And like I said, I'm putting down each hound, and I will be on top like it's suppose to be," spat DJ, his olive green eyes flickering around the halls.
"Wow. You're still upset that you and Jon signed with FCW at the same time, and he got to go on to the main roster with the other two while you got put on the sideline, aren't you?" accused April, raising her dark eyebrows at him in question.
"I have just as much talent as those three put together. It was complete bullshit. Now that I'm on the main roster, they'll each go down one by-"
"The movie is over."
At the small and delicate voice that interrupted their conversation, they turned their attention in the direction the voice came from and their eye's landed on the short, skinny, and pale little girl. The child stood by the door of the locker room, a brown stuffed teddy-bear clung tightly to her chest.
Six-year-old Annabelle Marie was the daughter of DJ, and ever since her mother died not even a year ago, she's been on the road with him only because she had no one else to stay with. With her strawberry-blonde hair that hung just below her bony shoulders, her dull and tired blue eyes, a round face and a small button-like nose, she was the spitting image of her mother, and that's one of the things DJ hates the most.
While DJ attended business down in the ring, the young girl was left for April to look after until he was finished with what needed to be done. With not having much to do backstage at the arena with a young child, she let Annabelle watch Tangled on her laptop to keep her attention away from what was happening on the television screen.
"Good. We're leaving anyway. Come," said DJ, in a not so friendly way and he didn't miss the glare April sent his way, but he ignored it just like he's done many times before.
With April being really close friends with his late fiancé, DJ had no other choice than to make amends with the girl he really couldn't stand. The two woman have been close since they met backstage at one of the wrestling events he was in, and they were inseparable. And from the first day Annabelle came into the world, April has always helped out any way she could with the tiny baby. She was like a second mother, if not an older sister, and sometimes she hated seeing the child leave with her father.
"Can you paint my nails next time, April?" asked Annabelle, barely above a whisper, but loud enough for the woman to hear.
"Of course. Anything for you, Anna," answered April, a grin spreading across her face and her eye's brightening up with love for the child.
"We'll even go shopping like you wanted to awhile back."
"Really?" asked Annabelle, her blue eye's slightly wide at the mention of shopping, which is something she always wanted to do.
"Totally," replied April, bending down to her level and sending her a small genuine smile. "Now, you be good for your daddy. I love you, baby girl," stated April, grasping the child's tiny hands and pulling her into a tight hug, not wanting to let her go.
"Love you, too, April. To Heaven and back."
Just as they pulled apart, DJ grabbed his daughter's shoulder and pushed her a little to make her start walking. Sending a nod April's way, he walked down the hall beside the young girl, a tight grasp still on her shoulder so she'd keep up with him. And turning the corner at the end of the hall, they disappeared from April's sight and the worry she had for that child suddenly hit her, as it always did.
Just as the trio got backstage, they finally let the anger out that they was holding in and didn't hold back. Especially Colby Lopez, who kicked a trashcan over and grabbing a chair that was leaned up against the wall, taking out his anger by smashing the turned over trashcan with the chair just like his body was minutes earlier.
Pacing back and forth, Jonathan Good balled up his fists and glared daggers at the floor while Joe Anoa'i crossed his arms and leaned up against the wall, not letting his anger out completely. Unlike Jon and Colby, Joe went over things first before taking action, and at that moment, it was very hard to do with what just happened before their eyes.
"What the fuck was that out there? What did we ever do to that asshole?" asked Colby, abandoning the trashcan and tossing the chair in the floor, the contact with the chair and floor echoing loudly in the backstage area. "He had no business getting involved in my match. He had no right to take a fucking chair, and try to beat the life out me."
"It seems like someone wants to play games with The Hounds of Justice, boy. He signed his death-wish, and he will get what he deserves," stated Joe in his deep Samoan voice, uncrossing his arms and pushing his medium-length black hair out of his face.
"Oh yeah," Colby chuckled out, licking his dry lips and tasting the blood from his busted lip. "I want first shot at him for what he done to me out there. I want to see him bleed just like he made me bleed. I want him to suffer."
"Oh, he will suffer alright. We'll be sending a message to everyone else who thinks of jumping us. He got away this time, but he won't be so lucky next time," replied Joe, fixing his black vest.
"He wants our attention, and he has it now. Oh, boy," Colby took off his black leather gloves and laughed sarcastically. "This is going to be fun. It'll be like cat and mouse. He can run and hide, but in the end we will have him right where we want him," Colby said while nodding his head at his own words.
"Remember, boys. WWE is like free range. If he wants to play games like that, we'll go along with it, but on our terms. Our time. He won't even see us coming, and believe me," said Jon, turning his head to the side and growling out, "He'll wish that he didn't cross us after we're finished with him."
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