Raw, August 18th 2014
Seth stromed into the Authority's office before Raw started. He was still fuming from last night's events. He had a plan; he would get revenge on that Lunatic Ambrose.
"I want a rematch."
Hunter was taken aback by the sudden demand. "…No 'hello'? No greeting at all? Just straight to the point?"
Seth was about to apologize and explain, but Stephanie cut him off, "It's alright. Kane explained your mood. It's our fault for not expecting the anger to still be present. That was one hell of a match."
"A match I should have won."
"Correct, but thanks to Roman Reigns, it didn't happen."
"So, is it possible for me to get my rematch?"
"Of course. We can even have the WWE Universe pick the match type. Kane will be out there as well, no matter the match type. That fucking Lunatic's not coming out of this intact."
Seth nodded, wanting to question having the WWE Universe pick the stipulation, but bit his tongue. Usually when they did this, there's always shenanigans, the match always goes array. He thanked them and left the office. He grinned, part one's complete. Onto part two.
Dean and Roman were in their locker room, getting ready for the show. Roman was in a six-man tag while Dean didn't really know what he was doing. He was just told he has a match, but no other details past that. Who was he fighting? Would it be Uncle Kane? Randy Orton? Both of them in a handicap? Before he could ask Roman if he's heard anything, there was a knock on their door.
"It's open!" Roman called.
"Are the two of you decent? Don't want to walk in on anything." the voice laughed.
Dean recognized the voice. Thick British accent, feminine sounding. "Get your ass in here Paige!"
Paige giggled and entered the room, already in her ring gear and the Divas championship draped over her shoulder.
"Hey boys." she greeted.
"Hey you." Roman smiled. "Congrats on winning the title last night."
"Yeah, good job. Awesome match."
"Thanks. And congrats on you two for your wins. Oh Dean, found some information about what's going on for you tonight."
"Alright." Dean said excitedly, clapping his hands. "So what's the scoop?"
"Overheard Hunter, Steph and Seth talking. He wants a rematch tonight."
Dean grinned. The fucker didn't waste any time did he?
"He whine to mommy and daddy?"
She laughed, "More or less yeah. But the match type will be determined by the fans in an app vote."
Roman started to worry, "Those matches don't usually end well."
"Don't worry Rome." Dean reassured. "I'll kick his ass again no problem."
"But any time there's an app vote for a match, it never goes well. Something always happens."
"Rome…"
The Samoan walked over and pulled Dean in an embrace. "…Be careful, okay? Who knows what the Authority's planning with this."
"Guard's always up."
It ended up being a Falls Count Anywhere match, but whichever option didn't matter to Dean. He just wanted to beat the weasel again, the stipulation means nothing. And being allowed to use weapons only sweetened the deal. Chairs, kendo sticks, tables, whatever he could find. Both of them were beating crap out of each other, just like the night before. Towards the final moments of the match, Dean powerbombed Seth through a table off the corner of the ring. He desperately crawled towards him, trying to get another victory.
One
Two
…But at the very last second, Uncle fucking Kane grabs his ankle and yanks him to the outside. Punches are thrown left and right between the two, until Kane pushes him into the ring post shoulder first. Dean groaned in pain, holding the aching shoulder as he fell to the ground. Kane grabs him by his hair and rolls him in the ring.
Seth was already on his feet once Dean was back in and processed to attack him, favoring the hurt shoulder. Kane slid a chair in, a smirk on Seth's face as he grabbed the weapon and began pummeling away. Dean's cries of agony spurred Seth on more, each hit harder than the last. Once he felt he did enough, he threw the chair to the side.
Kane got in the ring then, a pair of cuffs in his hands. Seth smirked, holding Dean's hands behind his back as Kane cuffed him. Plan was coming together so nicely. As Kane hoisted Dean over his shoulder, Reigns' theme started to play.
Fuck!
Seth didn't miss the smile that appeared on Dean's face.
Sorry, but Superman's not saving you this time!
Roman Reigns bolted down the ramp. He couldn't stand by any longer. Watching Dean get pummeled angered him. He had to do something, had to help his brother, had to save him. He charged right at Kane, spearing him to the mat, causing him to drop Dean. Logic would have told him to just grab Dean and run, but anger clouded him. He wanted to make them pay for hurting his brother.
He began wildly punching Kane's face, everything burning with rage. He was unaware of Seth's whereabouts until he felt a kick to his back, starting the two-on-one assault. He soon overpowered them and started his attack on Seth, until he noticed more people joining the fray. Miz, Cesaro, Tyson Kidd, Rusev, among others piled in and went after him. He hated the numbers game when it was against him. From the corner of his eye, he saw Seth and Kane walking up the ramp, Dean thrown over Kane's shoulder again, barely able to fight back. Roman called out to him, pushing people aside to try to get to his brother. But someone, probably Rusev, German Suplexed him back to the center of the ring, and the attackers continued on. He had to escape, had to get to Dean before anything worse happened to him.
Cena's theme blasted through the speakers and out he came with an army behind him. He saw Ziggler, Sheamus and the Usos among them. He could have sworn Paige and AJ Lee were in there as well, he did see Paige's black hair and AJ's tall Converse sneakers.
Dolph got him out of the ring, "Follow them, we got it covered here. They're heading for the parking lot. Go!"
Roman nodded and bolted as fast as his battered body would go. They weren't thinking of leaving with Dean were they? His question was answered when he saw Kane uncaringly tossing Dean in the trunk of a car. He charged forward, not caring about his wellbeing, only about getting Dean to safety. His fists connected with Kane's back as soon as Seth closed the trunk. He could hear Dean calling for him, the car jerking around, a sign of Dean trying to somehow escape. He was starting to lose when some backup came at the hands of Dolph and John.
The three subdued the two Authority goons, John taking the keys to open the trunk. Dean was on his knees, apparently trying to open the lid with his head with what little strength he had. As Roman moved to pick his brother up, he felt a sharp pain in his back. Another followed, and more followed that until he was yanked away from Dean, seeing Randy Orton shove Dean back down and slam the lid closed.
Roman tried getting back up, but those shots made him weak. He noticed Kane and Seth recovering and joining the fray once more. He saw them attacking John while Randy and Dolph brawled. So if they were doing that, who's attacking him?
He managed a kick to the attacker's legs, pausing the chair assault and staggered to his feet. When he looked at the person, he smirked. It was none other than the Game himself.
"So…the King's off his throne once more."
Hunter didn't comment, instead charging with the chair in hand. Roman dodged and hit him in the gut, causing him to double over. He went for another hit, but someone grabbed his hair and pulled him back. Kane revealed himself, capturing Roman's throat in a tight grip. He dragged him over to the car Dean's trapped in, taking notice of John and Dolph down for the count. Seth is yelling at him, but he couldn't make out the words. He was more concerned with the lack of oxygen he was getting and Dean's voice and movements within the trunk. Then before he knew it, he was chokeslamed onto the lid of the trunk. He could hear Dean screaming his name and the car jerking more frantically. He heard Seth telling Kane something and saw the two getting in the car. He tried crawling towards them, but Hunter and Randy each took an arm and held him up, forcing him to watch the car disappear. The last thing he heard before losing consciousness…
…was Dean's frightened calls of his name.