Chapter 2 Resolution

A/N Since this is a fanfic and Raw/Smackdown are just shows...I do not use real people in my stories (without permission); there's privacy issues and it also goes against the Fanfiction site rules. The characters of Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins belong to WWE.

Seth climbed into the ring and stood alongside his Shield brothers. Last night was Payback and the Shield beat Evolution with a clean sweep as promised, Dean was saying. Seth then spoke about how Evolution was just made up of three strangers, while Roman elaborated the Shield were brothers.

Then Evolution (or what was left of it) came out, Triple H with a his Sledgehammer, talking about Plan B. Seth had slipped out of the ring to grab two steel chairs.

And then...

The WWE World Heavyweight Champion woke up in cold sweat. It was Monday morning, post MITB 2015.

And then...

He stood with Triple H over Roman's still body, with Dean passed out cold behind them.

Seth held his head in his hands. He couldn't remember anything else. Everything was just a blur.

A dark, angry blur.

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Raw (cont.)

"I don't think I've ever seen this expression on the Beast before!" Cole exclaimed.

To say Brock was stunned was an understatement. His eyes made quick movements to the brothers walking up the ramp, to the stage for the Authority. But none came to the champion's aid.

Dean was still holding his leg, very much in pain. Roman took advantage of Lesnar's distraction and rolled out from the ring, Dean behind him. The Powerhouse then put Dean's arm around his shoulders and helped him up the ramp.

Back in the ring, Lesnar's mouth twitched as Seth stood before him. The kid has some backbone?

Seth swallowed hard. He didn't bother lying to himself. He was scared. But since when? How is it you can be in the Authority, and have fears? He never had these bouts of terror when he was with the Shield.

But Seth soon realized a basic concept young children understand. When you are truly safe and secure, you don't have fears. Because Roman and Dean always had his back. Always.

Well there was no time to think about that now, with Lesnar closing in. Seth thought of Roman, how he valiantly went up against Brock at Wrestlemania. How he stood face to face with the Beast, with a look of determination.

Seth didn't bother taking a fighting stance like Dean did, waiting for Brock to attack first. That's not the best strategy when dealing with a wrestler like Lesnar. The Architect of the Shield put his game face on, and prepared for attack.

"And the champion...!" Cole exclaimed. "Going right after the Beast!"

"What do you think of Seth Rollins now, Michael?" chuckled JBL as the champion exchanged left and rights with Brock.

Soon Lesnar managed to drop Seth on the canvas and slid out of the ring.

"He's going for a steel chair!" Booker T. declared.

Brock slid back into the ring just as Roman and Dean was halfway up the ramp.

And that's when the Powerhouse heard it. A crack followed by a painful cry. Turning, the big brother of the Shield saw Brock standing over Seth, steel chair in hand.

And Seth holding his ribs.

Brock laughed and brought the chair down again.

Roman barely heard the crack or the agonized cry this time. Only the roaring in his ears.

"I think Lesnar just broke another of Rollins' ribs," Cole stated quietly.

In the ring, Brock looked sardonically at his prey. Taking his sweet time, he walked went around the champion, his back to the commentators.

Blinded by the pain, Seth could hardly see. He held onto his ribs, thinking of karma – what comes around, goes around. Was this how it felt when he hit Dean with a steel chair last year?

Of course not.

Dean's pain was probably much worse – being betrayed by his best friend, his brother, a person he trusted.

Seth opened his eyes just in time to see Lesnar with the chair raised high again. He was about to scrunched his eyes shut again bracing himself with the impact when the crowd erupted once again.

All the champion saw was a black blur which immediately collided with the Beast.

"And Reigns with a spear to Lesnar!" Cole confirmed.

On the ramp, Dean sighed. Here we go again.

If Roman was going to fight, he may as well join in. The Lunatic Fringe hopped towards the ring to help his brother. Roman was ready as soon as Lesnar got up, and he pulled the 'trigger,' before pummelling the canvas, signalling his signature move. He knew from experience, Brock wouldn't stay down longer than a second.

"Superman Punch!" yelled Booker T. as Roman striked Lesnar sending him Dean's way.

"And Dirty Deeds!" shouted Cole as Dean spiked Brock on his head, leaving him flat on his stomach.

Finally JBL found his voice. "There's the champion...getting ready for the..."

Seth had slowly brought himself up holding on to the ropes. He was waiting for Brock to get up on his knees.

"Curb Stomp from the champion!" JBL finished with a vigorous yell.

"But now...what?" Cole enquired, as Roman and Dean finished celebrating with the crowd. They had just realized who was in the ring with them.

"But look who's getting up..." Booker T alerted his other two colleagues (and the WWE universe).

Roman turned his attention back to Lesnar and so did Seth and Dean.

Cole's jaw dropped. "And Reigns is calling for it!"

Roman signalled the Shield's signature move. Still in pain, Dean and Seth barely managed to lift Brock onto Roman's shoulders. The crowd buzzed with excitement.

"THE TRIPLE POWER BOMB!" all three commentators exclaimed, as the Shield planted the Beast on the canvas. The crowd roared in approval.

"I think Lesnar's knocked out," Cole stated, as trainers finally rushed into the arena.

Roman barely managed to catch Dean as Seth fell onto the canvas, as both finally caved into their injuries.

Dean flat out refused to be put on the stretcher. "Roman! I am not handicapped!"

"Dean!"

"I know that this -this doesn't make us even," the champion choked out, causing the Roman to look at him. "Considering everything I did, it's pretty much far... from it." Seth finished.

Steel chairs, cinder blocks...and finally stealing Roman's chance at glory. What didn't the Sell Out do?

"The..the next time we wrestle, Dean," Seth continued as was strapped onto the stretcher. "I promise... you a fair match for the title...just like you and Roman at Payback...like brothers..."

Dean made no response. Still struggling to get off the stretcher, he mumbled about trainers that can't keep their hands to themselves (and possibly about a brother that can't mind his own business). At long last, Roman got the Lunatic Fringe settled down.

Seth tried sit up straight to face Dean.

"Mr. Rollins," said the trainer, "Please lay still. It seems as if you have at least two fractured ribs, if not broken."

Seth closed his eyes slowing slipping into unconsciousness. Perhaps karma returned the favor.

Maybe for Brock's own rib...

But also for the two steel chairs the Architect of the Shield used to betray his brothers.

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This chapter is called "Resolution" because Seth made a promise/pledge to Dean.

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