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August 17th 2014: Summerslam
Dean paced back and forth in the gorilla position as he waited for his music to hit. In less then ten minutes, he was going to get his revenge on that scumbag Seth Rollins. He planned on beating him until there was nothing left, nothing for the Authority to hold onto. He was about to stop Seth's 'evolution' and prevent his future to come to fruition. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't realize someone joined him until he collided with a body. He heard laughter coming from the unknown person, sounding familiar, too familiar,
"You alright there Ambrose?"
He looked up, seeing the smiling face of Roman Reigns, the only true ally he has left, only brother really.
"Just…thinking 'bout the match."
The Samoan laughed, "Give him hell man. Save something for me okay? I want a piece of him too for that betrayal."
The Ohioan chuckled, "Will try."
"Maybe it was a bad idea making you fight him first."
"Shut up!" Dean shouted, playfully shoving his brother in the arm.
Roman was about to retort, but was cut off when Dean's music started.
"I'll be on the lookout for shenanigans okay?"
"You sure Ro? I mean, you have a match later on-"
"Don't worry about me. Orton's not difficult. I want to make sure that weasel doesn't pull a fast one on you."
Dean nodded and headed for the curtain.
"Dean!"
Dean turned to look back at his brother.
"Make him pay."
Dean smirked, "Don't need to tell me twice."
This wasn't a match, it was an all-out brawl. The two were all over the place, from the outside of the ring to fighting within the crowd. Despite there being other wrestlers out there, whose jobs were to keep the two of them IN the ring, they managed to get around them. The ending moments seemed to be a blur to Dean. He hit Rollins with a Curb Stomp, his own finisher, and went for the pin.
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Two
Before three, he felt someone grab his leg and pulled him off of Seth. Uncle fucking Kane. Goldust got in the ring, right at Kane's face and started yelling. Kane slapped him, which caused all the others to jump in the ring and start throwing punches at each other. He heard Kane screaming them all to leave, getting fed up they were not listening.
A lumberjack match with no lumberjacks. Makes perfect sense.
As he staggered to his feet, he noticed Erick Rowan charging at him. Guess his brother didn't give him a warning. Don't mess with Dean, unless you want to get hurt. Dean was quick to clothesline him out of the ring. He started to turn, but stopped. He noticed Seth holding that shiny golden case.
That fucking little weasel.
Dean barely dodged and kicked Seth in the midsection as he turned, causing the case to fall out of his hands. Dean quickly grabbed him, performing Dirty Deeds onto the case and went for the pin.
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Two
Three
Wait…no Uncle Kane saving his nephew? He just won? The music and the crowd cheering incredibly loud went mute in Dean's ears. He was still in shock. He just won. He beat Seth Rollins, the man that destroyed the Shield. As the ref helped him up and raised his hand, he glanced around, looking for Uncle Kane. He smiled when he saw his brother standing over the man in question.
Probably knocked him out to prevent another involvement.
Roman turned to face him and smirked, rushing in the ring and embraced his brother.
"You did it Uce." he whispered in Dean's ear. "You did it."
"Yeah… Thanks man."
Roman pulled away and raised Dean hand in victory, smiling brightly. He pulled Dean out of the ring and up the ramp. Once on the stage, Roman turned him towards the crowd and raised his hand again.
"Nice try Scumbag!" Dean shouted, both he and Roman laughing at Seth's anger-filled face.
"That scumbag finally got what he deserved."
Roman laughed at his brother's rambling, watching him plop onto the bench in the locker room, messing with his wrist tape. They watched the show from there, waiting for Roman's match with Orton later on.
"Yes he did. Thanks for leaving some of him for me." Roman laughed.
"Well, I was going to pound him into oblivion, but I figured you need retribution too."
"Damn right I do." Roman laughed.
"That was bullshit!" Seth yelled once he entered his locker room. He threw the briefcase against the wall, his screams of frustration overshadowing the sound of the metal hitting the wall.
"That fucking nutcase! How did that lunatic beat me?! I'm the goddamn future! I'm better than him!"
He started pacing the room, pulling at his two-toned hair. "Bastard thinks he's one-upped me. He'll pay, he'll pay dearly."
"Seth! You alright? Can I come in?"
Kane's voice and knocks stopped Seth's train of thought.
"Yeah, come in."
Kane slowly entered the room, closing the door behind him. "You really should see a trainer. Make sure nothing's wrong."
"I'm fine." Seth grumbled back. "You doing okay?"
"Yeah, I'm all clear for tomorrow night. Will take more than a spear to take me off a show." he grinned. "Sorry for not getting to you in time."
"Don't worry, not your fault. It's mine for not recovering quickly."
"You taking blame? Doesn't sound like you."
"Hey, I may be cocky and claim to be the best, but I know when to accept when something's my fault. I can man up."
Kane chuckled, "That you can. But yeah, I would get checked to be sure. Hunter and Steph will drag you if you don't go."
Seth chuckled himself, "Maybe I'll go. Don't want to upset them. I just need some time alone for a while more."
"That's fine. Want me to leave in the meantime?"
Seth pondered for a moment. He did want to be alone, but…an idea was starting to form. One that will make Dean's life a living hell.
"Actually…" he grinned, "…can you stay? I…need your help with something…"