Alright, readers. This story was a bit of a challenge for me. I have never written a trilogy before. This is the third and final installment to my series FOR ALL OR NOTHING. So here is a warning. If you have not read the previous two stories to this series, please start with those first since there will be spoilers in this one. For those who have already read the previous two, I hope you have liked the trilogy so far. Anyways, enjoy.

FOR ALL OR NOTHING 3: THE FINALE

CHAPTER 1

Honolulu, Hawaii. The perfect destination for couples young and old. It was mainly the perfect honeymoon destination for the newlywed couple of Jonathan Good and Renee Paquette; known to the WWE Universe as Dean Ambrose and Renee Young. They had been married for 36 hours now and were enjoying their newly wedded bliss.

Renee's hands rested on the railing of ther outer balcony to their top floor suite. She stood their watching as the sun was setting. The bright colors of the sunset bounced off the blue of the ocean, making an exquisite scene before her. Renee heard soft footsteps behind her and she turned to see her husband walking towards her with two champagne glasses in hand.

"Beautiful view, Renee," he commented passing a glass to his bride.

"Yes. It sure is. What makes it even more grand is that I get to watch this with you."

"Hmm. I like that idea."

"Me too."

The couple clinked their glassed together before taking a sip of the strawberry flavored bubbly beverage.

"Mmm," Renee said licking her lips. "Tasty."

"Not bad. *HICCUP*"

Renee giggled as they turned to view the sun sinking lower from the sky. Dean wrapped an arm around Renee, pulling her close. She leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder. Her eyes lowered to the sandy beach when she heard a little giggle. She smiled when she saw a man, a woman, and their daughter collecting seashells from the shore.

"Aww," Dean said. "They look so happy."

"They sure do. Makes me want to have a baby."

"Well, then..."

Dean took the champagne glass from Renee and sat it along with his on a white rounded top 3-legged table to the side. Dean pulled Renee close, taking her face into her hands and looked deep into her eyes.

"What the heck are we waiting for? Unless you have something else planned for tonight."

"Not to my knowledge."

Their lips met in a loving, romantic kiss as the sun had almost vanished completly form view. Dean broke the kiss, then took his wife by the hands and led her back inside the suite. Oh yes. Tonight, was going to be perfectly pleasant.

-Pensicola, Florida. Another lonely, stormy night for Roman Reigns. He was sititng at the bar, working on his fourth round of Jack and Coke. He brought the glass to his lips and drank down the contents in one gulp. He sighed as the warmth of the liquid went down his throat.

"Need a refill, bartender."

"Closing time, brother," the bald bartender said. "Go home."

"Ah, you're no help at all," Roman said rising from the barstool. He made his way to the door of the bar and began walking home.

Roman's life had not been the same since his last match in the WWE. He lost the belt to Dean Ambrose, lost Renee, lost his job, his family. He was lucky Dean didn't press charges. That was the only good luck out of if it for him. The rain was pelting him heavily on his head, making him feel lower than before. It deepened and darkened his mood even more if that were even a possibility. No family since his wife, now ex-wife, took custody of their daugher. His friends never contacted him. Life for him sucked. Big time.

Roman was then knocked into an alleyway, landing on the concrete on his back. He looked at the person standing in front of him. The man just stared at him.

"What do you want?" Roman asked rising to stand.

"I gave you one job to do...and you couldn't do that."

Oh crap...

"Look. Whatever your name is. Dean wouldn't stay down. He just wouldn't stop. Even Jimmy and Jay Uso couldn't stop him."

"I know. I found them and took care of them. They no longer walk the face of this Earth anymore. Neither will you."

The man pulled out a switchblade knife from his back pocket and stalked towards Roman, whom was backing away.

"Wait. Wait wait wait wait wait. What are you doing?"

"You couldn't keep Dean down. So now, I'm gonna put you down."

Roman never had a chance. The guy was on him so fast. Roman was pushed against the brick wall, then stabbed twice right in the gut. The man stepped away as Roman fell face first onto the concrete, gasping for air. The attacker watch Roman's back move up and down for a few seconds. Then, nothing. Roman Reigns was gone. The man tucked the knife back into his pants pocket. He would burn it later.

"If you wanted it done right in the first place..you should have done it yourself."