Authors note: Okay, so here is chapter 3. :) Yes, most of this is what was said on the episode of Monday night Raw. I just changed it up a little. I hope that everyone likes it though. ^^ And thank you for all of the support! 3 I appreciate it. 3
'I can't fix the misake I have made in the past, but I will fix this.'
Those words echoed through his mind. Fix this. Fix this. Fix this.
"Seth. Seth!"
He opened his eyes, hearing Joey Mercury screaming in his ear. J and J security. He hated having these two idiots around. He didn't need them following him all around.
"What?" He asked, annoyed.
"Are you sure you want to go out there? What if Reigns and Ambrose attack you?" Joey asked.
"Do you want us to come out there with you?" Jamie asked.
"No. I can handle myself, you know. I don't need you two always following me around."
He looked out from behind the curtain, seeing Dean in the ring. He was to be a guest tonight on Dean's 'Ambrose Asylum show'. Along with Roman.
It had been a while since all three members of the Shield had been together in the ring. Seth considered it somewhat of a reunion.
Money in the Bank was around the corner, this Sunday. Dean was in the ring talking about the upcoming event. Seth had figured out a plan on how to get the belt back from Roman. He had challenged him to a title match at Money in the Bank. He was so sure he would win the match. He was fresh and ready for it, where as Roman even though he seemed strong physically, Seth knew that mentally he wasn't.
He couldn't keep his eyes off of Dean. He looked good tonight. Better than he did last month, when he had found him after Smackdown that one night. He was proud of him for getting back at Jericho.
It was time for him to get out there. Dean had announced him as the 'scum of the earth'. Seth rolled his at the insult.
"Are you ready to get out there?" Joey asked.
"As ready I'll ever be." Once his music hit, he took a deep a breath and started heading out to the ring. Ready to face his past again.
As he walked towards the ring, his eyes met Dean's for a moment. He had to put on a face of disgust as he looked up at his former teammate, who was clapping. When he stepped inside of the ring, Dean put an arm around his shoulder, which Seth shook off.
'I can't act as if I still care about him. I can't break character here now.'
After he had gotten into the ring, Dean then announced his next guest. Roman Reigns. WWE World Heavyweight champion.
He watched as his next former teammate came down to ring. He was very disappointed in him. That belt he was carrying was no good. In Seth's eyes it was nothing but rusted gold.
Now here they all were. The three of them. In the ring together again. Dean smiled, looking back and forth at both of them. Seth wondered if he was truly happy about this reunion.
Dean then spoke up. "This is great, huh? This is fun."
'Not really.' Seth thought. 'This isn't exactly what I would call fun. Especially with bad blood between all three of us.'
Seth looked at Roman. From the looks of it, he didn't seem to agree either.
Dean spoke again, deciding to get to the point as to why all three of them were here now.
First he spoke to Seth. "Seth, you suffered a devasting injury to your knee and the world wants to know, how is the knee?"
He lifted his microphone up to speak. "Have you not watch my special on the WWE Network?"
Dean made a face then, when he asked that.
Seth had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. 'Of course. I should have known he wouldn't watch it. Why would he?'
"I'll take that as a no, but for you information my knee is a hundred percent ready to go." He said this, while looking at Roman. 'I am more than ready to make things right again. To make you yourself again.'
Dean spoke again. "Very good, good. That's good to hear. That's good news. What about your face? Does your face hurt?"
Seth looked over at him. 'What kind of stupid question is that, Dean? What about my face?'
"What are you talking about?"
"Because it's killing me!"
Of course. Dean and his jokes. Seth would never get enough of them.
Dean went over to Roman, the both of them laughing at Seth's expense.
'Ha-ha. Very funny you two.'
Dean was now speaking to Roman. "Roman, what about you brother, what's going on? How's the big easy treating you?"
No one else may have noticed, but Seth knew there was something behind those words that Dean just said.
"Not bad. Pretty good. Pretty good."
There was definitely something different between the both of them. "A little mixed but it was pretty good on Bourbon street last night."
"So you're having a good time, having a good time in New Orleans. What about you, Seth, having a good time?" Dean asked. "You hit up those 99 cent margaritas? They give you a headache but they're good."
Seth wanted to enjoy the conversation they were having, but was here in the ring joking around. Almost like beating the bush. He needed him to get to the point. The reason why they were all here. Now was not the time for jokes.
"Come on, 't be such party pooper. We're having fun, man. It's a talk show, relax. Nobody's trying to jump out of a big gift box and beat you up or anything, you know. Chill out. Calm down. Give us a smile. Have some fun. I mean, we...God, we haven't all been in the ring together like this in how long? I mean, we used to have so much fun in the ring, man."
'Yes. Yes they used to. But those days were over.'
He finally spoke up, deciding he may as well joke around with Dean too. "Hey, I'm not a party pooper. All right, we did have some pretty good times." Dean was now rubbing his arm on him. "You don't got to do all that but I mean, actually, New Orleans, the superdome right across the street, Wrestlemania a couple of years ago, right? Wasn't too bad. We took out those old fogies the New Age Outlaws and Kane, it was a pretty good time. I mean, hey, what about London right? The helicopter? We flew in, wrestled the Undertaker, and Team Hell No. That was pretty awesome, right? Or hey, hey, Roman, Oh, what that sushi train in Japan, right? The little one with the conveyor belt that went around, we did it. You're right...we did have some good times." 'What am I doing? This whole thing is a mess.' "Or what about...hey, we found Ambrose unconcious by that dumpster. What town were we in? Salt lake..."
"I don't remember at all." Dean commented.
"That was albuquerque. Yeah, it's albuquerque." Dean agreed. "Fine, fine, you're right, Dean, we did have some pretty good times together. It wasn't all bad. You know what, the best times I ever had in this ring were with you guys."
And he missed them. He missed all those times with them.
"No, no, we won titles together, man. We traveled the world together. I mean, and the six man tags are legendary. What about that one against the Wyatt family at Elimination Chamber, huh? Or the two we had against Evolution, not to shabby. I mean, we sent big Batista packing. I mean, come to think of about it, Dave, he actually owe us a favor because now he's a big Hollywood star, right?"
"That's what I keep saying." Dean said.
This was all going good between the three of them. Recalling all of those good memories he had with them. But Seth couldn't make it look like he still cared, and missed these guys.
'Time to get back into character. Enough joking around.' "Hey, but for real, though, for real, the best time I ever had in the ring, with you guys," 'Here we go.' "was when I took a chair and put it in your back."
This was the Seth that Roman and Dean both hated. Seth could tell that they didn't like that he brought that up, saying it was the best moment for him.
"And no, Dean I know you weren't there but this was a big Shield moment too. How about at Wrestlemania when I stole your moment, cashing my Money in the Bank contract and became the first member of the Shield to hold that World Heavyweight championship, huh?" 'I was the one who carried that burden first. I should be the one to carry it, not you Roman. Not you.' "Those were some good moments, right?
At this moment, Dean decided to laugh. For some reason to Seth, the laugh sounded fake, like it was forced. "Oh, come on, guy. Calm down, calm down. Easy there, fella, let's not...let's not have one of those kinds of shows, all right? Let's get back on track, all right? I got business here, all right? Let's talk about Money in the Bank this Sunday. Roman, WWE World Heavyweight championship match, big title defense, what can we expect?"
Good. Now this was something Seth would rather discuss out here.
Roman spoke. "Big Dog walks in as champ, the Big Dog walks out as champ."
"Now, that's an interesting way to put it, champ, because Seth Rollins believes that you are not the rightful champion."
'Yes. He is no champion. He is not even the Roman that you knew, the one who used care about you.' Seth thought.
"He believes he never lost that championship. I mean, Seth, is that how you feel?"
"Did he ever beat me for that championship?"
"Okay. I didn't really explain the rules to you but this is my talk show, all right? And I ask the questions around here so, all right, Roman, how do you feel about that?"
Roman spoke again. "If you're the right champ, then why do I have this?"
Dean stepped right between the two of them, before things could get out of hand. "I just explained to Seth here, buddy. I ask the questions around, all right? It's kind of my deal. Okay. Seth, why does he have this?" Dean asked, pointing at the title.
"He's got that because my knee caved out from carrying this company on my back for the better part of last year. And you know what? While I was gone, he earned it because if I'm not mistaken at Survivor Series, he beat you." Seth explained. "Couple months later, he took care of Sheamus and then at the biggest Wrestlemania of all time, he beat the Game, Triple H. So yeah, you earned it, big man. But one thing you haven't done is beat me." 'And I'll make sure that you don't this time.' "Do you know why? Because you can't beat me. Because I am than you, because I am two steps ahead of every step of the way and there's nothing you can do about it and you know what? We're a lot alike. We are a lot alike but there is one big difference, you couldn't do that without me. If I wouldn't have held your hand all those years in the Shield, you'd be nothing. If I wouldn't have gotten hurt and had to vacate that title, you wouldn't never won it. And everything that I've accomplished, I did it all on my own. All the risks, the gambles that I took, I did it on my own. And at Money in the Bank, I'm gonna take back the title that I never lost on my own."
Dean came between them again, speaking. "On your own? Okay, so there's gonna be no J&J security, no authority, no corporate kane?"
"No, no..." Seth tried to speak.
"The police, the army, the marines...the navy seals, whoever you can have to protect you and now, none of that's gonna happen this time?"
"No, he's right. He's right. He did this on his own. He screwed me at Wrestlemania on his own. He broke up our group, our group, on his own. And you didn't just break up the Shield, man. You broke up a brotherhood,"
'I had to. I had no other choice. You two would have been hurt.' Seth wanted say, but he couldn't.
"we were your boys, we were your friends, we had your back. We were the only ones in this company that had your back. For what? Greed, limelight, what? You wanna be famous? That's what you want, you wanna be the man, you wanna run around here and call yourself the man. You want the spotlight? You're gonna have the spotlight on Sunday because you're gonna be on your own in the ring with me. And after Money in the Bank, they're not gonna call me the guy because I'm the champ, they're gonna call me the guy because I beat you."
Everything was silent for a moment, Seth thought the conversation was going to end here. It had to. This whole reunion had gone on long enough. He heard Dean laughing, it sounded like a bitter laugh.
He stepped between the both of them, looking straight at Roman. "You know, I liked it when you were talking about the Shield, about our brotherhood. Sure, Seth here gave that up. But you...oh, Roman, you have no idea how much you two are alike."
Roman gave him a confused look. "What? What are you talking about?"
"You, you talk about how Seth gave up everything for greed, to get famous, to be in the limelight...well, take a look in the mirror Roman, and look at yourself. You two are not so different."
Seth was worried. Was Dean really going to talk about everything here now that has been going on between him and Roman? 'This can't be happening. It can't be.'
"You talk about how he abandoned us, but you did just the same. To me. Ever since after Wrestlemania this year, you shut me out. You didn't talk to me, you didn't check up on me. You were so busy being worried about being the Big Dog, the Guy. Being the champion has changed you."
Roman spoke again. "I...I have not changed. You don't know what you're saying."
"Oh? Really? Then where were you? Where were you when I needed you? When I was alone, upset, and just wanted my friend, my brother there with me, the one who promised me he would always have my back."
"Dean...I..." Roman tried to speak.
"Where were you? On that night. When I was put in a strait jacket, defenseless in the ring, and getting kicked around. Do...do you know what was going on through my mind that whole time?"
Dean came up closer to him, their bodies pressed close to each others, his face mere inches from Roman's.
"Help Roman." He whispered, staring straight into his eyes.
"W-what?" Roman said, furrowing his eyebrows. "I didn't understand what you were say-"
"Help Roman." He said it louder this time. "Help Roman, help Roman!"
"Okay! Okay, enough." Roman said, trying to calm him down. "Enough. Look, Dean, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you, and that we have been fighting, but I'm under a lot of pressure right now. I haven't been myself lately."
"Yes. You're right. You're definitely not yourself. You abandoned me. Just like Seth did."
"Please, not here. Lets not fight now, please." Roman pleaded with him.
Before Dean could say anything, Seth had now decided to speak again. "Well, this is just wonderful. You learn something new everyday."
"What are you talking about, Rollins?" Roman asked.
"Dean, he is basically admitting that he needs you, Roman. Don't you see? Its like he can't stand the thought of being alone, or facing his fears. I think I now know who the weakest member of the Shield was. It wasn't me, nor was it you. It was Dean all along." 'Okay, please punch in the mouth now Roman. I am going too far.'
"Don't you dare speak about him that way you snake!" Roman growled, stepping towards him. "I'll make you regret saying those words this Sunday."
"And I, am going to take back what is rightfully mine. That title was never yours in the first place. It belongs to me! I am the true champion!"
"We'll see about that at Money in the Bank."
They both glared at each other, neither of them backing down.
'You won't have to carry the burden anymore, Roman. I'll take it back. It belongs to me, not you. It'll only destroy you in the end. Destroy what you have with Dean. I can't let that happen.'
Dean's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"This Sunday. We'll find out who's gonna walk out WWE World Heavyweight champion. Will it be Seth Rollins...the man who claims he never lost his championship or will it be Roman Reigns...the Guy, the champ, who has a big ego on his shoulders...whose it gonna be? Or, or what if I win the Money in the Bank contract?" He pointed up at the brief case above them. Seth stared up at it in horror, realizing what could be at stake here. He almost forgot. Dean was one of the contenders for that brief case this Sunday.
'No...no...'
Dean looked back at him. "And whether it's you or whether it's you, I cash in that same night and I walk out WWE World Heavyweight champion."
Dean's music started playing. At this moment, Seth started walking away from the two of them, thinking how fucked up everything was.
'This, this is not good. Dean getting the belt? No! I cannot let that happen! Not to Dean. No. He doesn't need to carry that rusted gold.
Dean was looking at Roman now. It was like he was trying to say something but the words just wouldn't come out.
Roman was about to speak, but before he could say anything Seth all of sudden pushed Dean into him.
Seth was so angry. He needed to take his anger out on something, someone, and so he took it out on Dean, kicking at him. 'You fool. You idiot. You don't know what you're doing. You screwing everything up! I'm trying to protect you here, goddamit! I'm trying to make things right again!'
Seth grabbed him by his shirt, lifting him up. Dean got the upper hand, throwing him down on the mat, and started punching him.
Roman came back into the ring, grabbing Dean and throwing into the corner, trying to get him out of harms way. He wasn't going to attack his brother, his best friend.
Seth grabbed Roman, setting him up for the pedigree. Dean got back up, about to clothesline Seth but he missed. Roman superman punched Seth, knocking him back down.
He turned his back on Dean, standing above Seth. Dean turned him around, kicking him in the stomach, and did a dirty deeds on him.
When Seth opened his eyes again, he saw that Roman was lying in the middle of the ring, at Dean's feet. He could his music playing. Slowly, and quietly, he slid out of ring, needing to get away from the two of them, especially Dean.
"Ugh...fuck...that didn't go so well..." He muttered under his breath. He groaned as he stood up to his feet, walking away once again from the only two people who ever cared about him. The only people who he ever truly cared about.