AN: You do know, this stuff is all scripted, right? I think if this shit really happened, these would be Bryan's answers.
Stephanie fell asleep in no time at all, exhausted. She had tried everything she could think of to stay awake, but in the end she fell asleep.
Hunter crept out of the bed and down the hotel hallway. He knocked on the door, looking down at his feet.
Sheamus opened the door, and then pulled Hunter into the room.
"What are you doing here, Hunter?" Sheamus asked, his eyes still firmly closed.
"I-uh-"
Sheamus's eyes snapped open.
"What?"
Sheamus stepped up to Hunter and rubbed his hand across Hunter's groin. He was already painfully hard, despite his earlier activities. He groaned, and pushed his hips toward Sheamus.
"Yeah, ya want me ta fook ya, doncha?" Sheamus growled, still moving his hand. He pushed HUnter towards the bed. "Be naked before Ah get ta the bed, or else ah'm kickin ya out."
Hunter stripped quickly. Sheamus reached the bed, smirking at Hunter.
The next night, in the ring, Daniel Bryan was leading the crowd in a yes chant, after he won his match against Evan Bourne.
"The authority might not like this, but the fact is, this company has no space for old men! it is time the new blood head this company! time for the misfits, the people that don't get quite so much recognition!"
The Evolved Authority came out onto the stage, and The Shield entered the ring, standing ready to fight.
"If you like your odds, Hunter, come on down!" Bryan yelled.
Hunter, flanked by Dave and Orton, came down to the ring, entering it slowly. The crowd was sure there would be a fight.
directly behind him, was Kane, along with Brock Lesnar. They both entered the ring. Orton and Bautista stood in one corner, and Kane and Lesnar stood in the other, with Hunter in the middle. Hunter turned around, gesturing that the next man should come forward from the stage.
Sheamus's music hit, and he came down to the stage, along with Shawn Michaels. Sheamus's normal flat cap , shirt and vest combo had been modified a bit, as the vest was made of chain mail, and the cap was as well. The pants had strings of chains hanging around it loosely.
Shawn gestured towards the outfit with pride. He was the designer of the outfit, after all. He stayed on the floor, since he wasn't cleared to compete.
Sheamus entered the ring, meeting hunter's eyes with a dark glare. Hunter backed up, and looked away. Kane and Bautista were used to Lesnar and Orton behaving much the same way in their presence.
"Old men? Wow, someone must have assigned Orton and me to the wrong side, then. But, before we jump on over to your way of thinking, Tell me. Why, exactly, are ya here?"
"I'm here because I deserve to be here! I had the talent to be at the top, and I was never given the opportunity! I was passed over, for bigger guys, like you!"
Sheamus looked at him calmly. "That's the only reason?"
"Yes!"
"So, you're here for yourself? And not for anyone else? not for the fans? who bought your merchandise? who paid your light bills in that house you barely use?" a few of the fans booed.
"Let me ask that a different way. Say ya did deserve a chance sooner. If ya could rewind time, say five years, wouldja?"
"Yes!"
"Seriously? wit no regrets or reservations, or stipulations?"
"None at all!" Bryan yelled.
Sheamus grimaced. "Ooh. Ah don't tink your woife's gonna be happy ta hear tha." he scratched the back of his head. "If you're not careful, ya may be getting passed over for a bigger guy, again."
"Hey! I never said anything about my wife!"
"You said you wished you had been given this opportunity five years ago, and since Brie started dating you three years ago, that would mean you would have been too busy to make dates, and pursue her. And even if ya weren't busy with the belts, Mr. Face of the Company, there would always be that little question in the back of your mind, "Did she marry me for my money, or for my position? " But, thankfully, ya weren't given that chance. Your time was free, so Brie could happen."
Sheamus paced a bit. "But, even then, if we were to unify the titles just for WrestleMania 25, and have you win them, would the headlining event still be Shawn Michaels vs the Undertaker? or would the fans be as behind you then, as they are now? Would you be as happy wit those belts, wit no one ta share them wit?"
"Yes!"
"Jaysus. so ya would be just as happy witout her in your loife. Ya're diggin quite the hole here, Bryan."
"I-"
"And there it is again. You might pretend this is about the little guy, or the superstars in the back, or the fans in the audience, but in all truth, you're here because it's what you want. You hijacked raw for yourself, not anyone else. You want success, at the expense of Shawn Michaels, at the expense of the Shield. At the expense of Randy Orton, at the expense of Seth Rollins. At the expense of Brock Lesnar.. At the expense of the Undertaker. The truth, is there's no way ta go back in toime. Because there is no place for old men, in your world. There's only a place for you."
Sheamus turned to the fans, who had started a NO chant. "Does Daniel Bryan care about you?"
NO
"Does Daniel Bryan care about anyone else?"
NO
"Hold on tight, folks. Because right here, in front of everyone, I'm going to prove it." Sheamus gestured towards the titantron, and the meeting in which Bryan was given the script appeared.
"So basically, we want you to fill in CM Punk's shoes. The whole, anti-establishment, little guy battle. Same one you've been fighting behind the scenes, only this ends with you holding both belts. You think you can handle it?" Hunter asked him on the video.
Bryan sat there staring at the script for a second. A grin broke out on his face, and he reached out to shake Hunter's hand.
"Yessir. Of course, sir! I won't let you down!"
Bryan was pumping his hand and grinning widely. Hunter cleared his throat. "If you want to sit down, we can run through your lines."
Bryan sat down, antsy and still grinning. "Since we are still honing your mike skills, we have your lines written out for you. But by the time you get your belts, you should have ample time to think of your own way of spinning things. More power to the underdog, and all that." Hunter flipped through the pages.
"Later on, there will just be the lines your opponents are given. Basic stuff, like Deal With It's gonna be Dave's." Hunter pushed himself away from the table, indicating the meeting was over. "Well, learn your part, and things should go smoothly. Welcome to the big leagues, kid. Knock 'em dead."
The grin had never left Bryan's face. he left the office chanting, "Yes!"
Sheamus turned to Daniel Bryan. "Just tell me one original thing. One." Sheamus demanded, staring at him with fire in his green eyes."
Daniel looked up at him, embarrassed, stammering for the right words. He opened his mouth, but no sound would come out. his skin turned red, and Sheamus shook his head.
"You're not the underdog anymore, Bryan. Now, you're just a dog."
Bryan fainted where he stood. Sheamus shook his head, and left the ring.