Making the whole thing look good, Ceridwen realised, was going to be no easy feat. Heath was pissed beyond belief that he'd been taken for a fool, and demanded a re-match, which Ceridwen was only too ready to grant. Seth, Roman and Dean watched on again as she beat Heath again at a live event. That Sunday was Hell in a Cell, and as they watched Ceridwen fight, Dean voiced what all of them were thinking.

"Do you suppose we're going to see something like this Sunday?" he asked, as Ceridwen treated Heath to a nasty chokehold.

"I hope not," Roman replied with a shake of his head. "I dread to think what it will entail."

"It would be suicide, and besides, she's got a divas belt to defend." Seth added. "Why would they risk putting the diva's champ in trouble, especially at the kind of thing a match like that would entail."

"Unless there's a plan with all this. She hates that diva Belt, you know that, with all the pink and sparkles etc." Dean said, with a frown, as yet again, Ceridwen picked up the win.

"I dread to think what that could be if there is." Seth replied, watching Ceridwen leave the ring, a nasty smile on her face.

She got to backstage, and gratefully took a bottle of water from a stagehand. Except the stagehand, on second glance, was Hunter.

"Good job." He said with a smile.

"Thanks Boss. Now what?" she asked, sweeping sweat soaked hair from her face.

"Well, now you come to the office and we discuss the next move. It needs to be good, and we need to take care of a few loose ends." He replied, putting an arm around her shoulders and walking her off.

"Great, I can't wait for the next step." She smiled. "The closer I get, the better."

It took minutes to get to the office, but they were there long after the show ended. Ceridwen had her orders, now she had to make it work. Hell in a Cell was days away now, and she needed to be in a position to carry out what came next. Getting back to the hotel, she realised she needed to take someone in to her confidence, only temporarily. A text to Hunter asking who was next in line for the Diva's Belt got her an answer, and she made her wat up to the woman's room. Knocking on the door, she prayed she was right, and was making the right choice.

"Ceridwen? What are you doing here?" asked the occupant, confused.

"Nattie, I need your help."

"My help? How?" she asked, confused. Ceridwen took a breath and bit her lip, before carrying on.

"I need you to screw me out of keeping the diva's belt this Sunday." Nattie gave Ceridwen a look that said she had clearly lost her marbles. "Please Nattie. There's a reason, a good one. But I can't do anything till I lose this belt. And I can't throw the match." Natalya looked at the girl with a frown, before her features softened and she opened the door.

"Hunter got plans for you huh?" she asked as Ceridwen came in. She nodded and sat down while Natalya shut the door, and sat down opposite. "So. What do you have in mind?"

They talked long in to the night about what to do, and how to accurately carry it out. They needed to make it look good, and it was Natalya who offered up the idea of Ceridwen getting hit with something. The two met with Hunter the following morning, and it was there that Seth, Roman and Dean found her.

"I see conspiring looks, this can't be good." Roman remarked, watching the table of three as they made their way to a table.

"Trust her, Roman. I know Feral, I know her well enough to know we should at least give her that. She wouldn't do anything if she knew it was a bad idea. At least…I hope she wouldn't." Seth said, frowning at his own sentence.

"Still not gotten anything from her?" asked Dean as they sat down. Seth shook his head.

"Not a damn word. Whatever she's up to, she's keeping it close to her chest. Roman, stop staring over there. I'm starting to get the impression close to her chest is where YOU want to be," he added and Dean snorted in laughter, almost dropping the orange juice jug on the table.

"Fuck you, Seth." Roman said with half a growl, and turned to face his team mates as they decided on breakfast.

Seth caught up with Ceridwen that evening as they got to the hotel they were staying at. She had agreed to share with him in a twin room, Roman and Dean sharing another twin further down the hall.

"So. What is actually going on, Ceridwen?" Seth asked as she lounged on the bed.

"What do you mean? If you're on about me and Roman, sweet fuck all. If you're on about Dean…also sweet fuck all." She replied, a slight frown at the mention of her situation with Dean. Seth was quick to notice it, but said nothing, instead focusing on what he wanted to know.

"Look. Roman and Dean might be as oblivious as a box of rocks when it comes to you, but I'm not. You are up to something, you and Hunter. What, I don't know. And I get it, either you can't tell me, or you won't tell me. So I'm not going to ask again. But what I AM going to ask is this. Please…be careful. You're practically my sister…I don't want anything to happen to you." He said, sitting next to her. Ceridwen put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Seth, don't worry. Hunter is watching everything like a hawk. You'll understand in time why I'm having to keep quiet. Dean and Roman might not, but you will." She answered.

Sunday came, Ceridwen arrived to see Natalya ready and waiting as she got backstage. Their referee Charles Robinson was well informed about the set up, and went out to the ring, giving both girls a not and a quick good luck message as he did. They waited for the ok to go out as the crowds got ready for the title bout.

"Ready to royally fuck me over?" Ceridwen asked. Natalya grinned.

"In the words of Zack Ryder, Woo, woo, woo, you know it." She said.

"Hit me hard, I need to really look in pain." Ceridwen said as Natalya's music hit.

"You got it. Good luck with what you're planning Ceri, I hope it works." She said, before heading out.

"So do I, dude, so do I." Ceridwen said to herself as Natalya greeted the crowds.

The two women fought like women possessed. The crowds were loving seeing the vetern Natalya take the relatively new wrestler that was Feral to the edge and back. The fight was going to be unforgettable, and then their plan went in to place. Ceridwen hoisted Natalya up on to her shoulders, intending to deliver a Samoan Drop. Except Natalya kicked out, catching the referee in the face, dropping him to the floor. The crowds screamed as Ceridwen dropped Natalya, put her in what should have been the winning pin and waited for the three count. When it never came, Ceridwen acted puzzled, and let Natalya go, looking round to see the referee laying dazed on the floor. Ceridwen went over to try and rouse him, as Natalya rolled out of the ring. The crowds went insane as Natalya slipped underneath the ring, and pulled out a chair. Outwardly, Ceridwen was concerned as she tried to rouse the referee. Inwardly, she was trying to brace herself for the chair shot that was coming. As she turned round, Natalya swung the chair hard at Ceridwen, sending her back to the canvas, while referee Chad Patton came hareing down from the backstage area. Blood streamed from Ceridwen's forehead as Natalya put her in to a pin, Chad counted to three and the crowds went insane as Natalya took the victory, and with it the belt. She snatched the belt and slipped out side the ring, like many people who had committed similar acts before her she was wary of retribution. She backed slowly up the ramp with the belt held high as Ceridwen slowly sat, then stood up, blood all down her face. She laughed and shook her head, as if to say she should have expected it. The crowds ate it up, the feaud was set.

Getting backstage, she was greeted by Seth, who took one look at her, shook his head and forcibly walked her to medical. Roman and Dean were waiting in catering for the pair, neither particularly happy as she came in.

"Are you fucking mental?" asked Roman.

"Debatable. Look at the damage! Think it will scar?" she said, pointing to a row of six neat stitches near her hair line. Roman was caught off guard and found himself looking at it.

"I doubt it…looks too small a cut. For that amount of blood, you'd have thought…wait, stop trying to distract us from the situation!" he exclaimed, making Seth laugh aloud.

"What the hell were you and Natalya even thinking?" Dean asked, a hand in his hair.

"That we need a decent storyline for the lead up to the Royal Rumble?" Ceridwen answered, touching the line of stitches again. Seth tutted and smacked her hand away.

"Leave it alone, or it will scar." He reprimanded as John Cena left catering to head to the arena for his own fight.

"I don't think you even were thinking." Roman said.

"Look. I'm not some dainty fucking princess who needs watching over, ok? I am a rough, tough, daughter of a bitch, and I'll easily slay anyone who pisses me off. I can handle it, ok?" She said, exasperated. Roman and Dean gave her a look as if to say they weren't happy with it, but there was nothing they could do. Ceridwen went off to have an interview with Renee, while Roman, Dean and Seth headed to backstage. Seth said nothing as Roman and Dean talked about the issues at hand with Ceridwen, he was well aware what they were saying had merit. But she was like a dog with a bone when she had her eyes set on something. Wishing Roman and Dean good luck, he went back to his trailer, and his memory drifted back to NXT, to FCW days.

He'd been alerted by some others she was in a scrap, and had come running. Time and time again, Ceridwen had a habit of getting people on her bad side, or rather, her on theirs. Except, it seemed, for Seth. He'd really taken to the girl, not in a romantic way, but in a brother and sister kindred spirit way. They shared the lethal streak that had made both their careers so explosive. That had people afraid of what they were capable of. Unfortunately, Ceridwen also had a quick temper, and while she had done her best to keep it in check, this was one time she'd been pushed too far. Seth rounded the corner to see Ceridwen pummelling the living crap out of Summer Rae, the blonde on the floor being dealt full on punches instead of girly slaps. Seth groaned and went over to where someone was unsuccessfully trying to separate the pair. He put his arms about the waist of Ceridwen, and pulled her physically away from her pretty.

"What the…Seth, put me down damn it, I'm not done demolishing that Barbie wannabe!" she growled struggling against his grip. Seth was about to retort that she wasn't worth the effort, when said Barbie wanna be leapt at him as he dragged Ceridwen away, knocking them both to the ground, covering the three of them in dirt and dust. She then renewed her attack on Ceridwen, leaving Seth to pick himself up. He then grabbed Summer by the waist, and threw her aside, glaring at her.

"You move from that spot, I'll start breaking things," He growled, before turning to Ceridwen. He grabbed her by the arm and forced her to walk away. It was with some difficulty, he had to admit, as she was still wanting to go after Summer and kick the crap out of her. He marched her over to where Dean and Roman were in the gym, backing her up against rhe wall.

"What the hell are you playing at?" he hissed, Dean and Roman watching with amused eyes. "Are you trying to get yourself chucked out?"

"I'm trying to commit a murder, which I was well in to, when you stopped me!" she growled back. Seth rolled his eyes.

"What have I told you about her? Just forget her, she's not worth your time!"

"She is when she's spreading shit about us!" she scowled, crossing her arms with a nasty glare as the woman walked in the gym, also being reprimanded by someone else by the look of it.

"What is it this time?" Seth asked exasperated.

"It's…." Ceridwen coloured suddenly, and Seth found himself amused.

"I'll take a guess…that we're sleeping together?" he asked. The scowl came back and she nodded. "Ah let her spit her crap, we know different."

"Yeah well…she also said she was going to steal you from me…that I didn't deserve you. I don't take shit like that lightly, Seth." Ceridwen said. Seth turned around to see where Summer was in the room, and caught her glaring at the pair of them. It clicked in his mind what it was really about.

"Of course…she likes me and is pissed that she can't have me" he said with a laugh. "Figures. She's jealous."

"But…we're not an item, I mean, you've not even introduced me to your friends properly. I don't even know their names. Though the shorter one is kinda cute," she added as an after thought.

"I'll pass it on shall I?" he said, making her laugh. "Seriously, Ceri. No more fights with her, ok?" Ceridwen rolled her eyes but held her hands up in submission.

"Ok Seth. No more fights. Sibling promise." She said, before punching him lightly on the arm.

"Good. Game night tomorrow?" he asked as she walked away.

"If you want to try beat my kill streaks, you're on!" She laughed, heading out the door.

Back in present day, Seth was now walking to his car. As he did so, he saw Ceridwen come out of Hunter's office. She had a smile on her face, and alarmingly, so did Hunter. Inwardly, Seth couldn't help worry. Was she really playing with fire here, like his heart told him? Or was it something else entirely? Maybe I'm reading too much in to this, he decided as Ceridwen spotted him, and waved, coming over. Maybe I'm just being silly, and she does have it all under control. After all, she's not the same girl from FCW anymore. She's a capable wrestler in her own right. Perhaps it was big brother syndrome. That had to be it, he decided, as she reached him.

"Good meeting?" he asked.

"Very. Awesome meeting." She said as they walked out, her to her motorbike and him to his car. "Hey Seth…thanks."

"Thanks?" he asked puzzled.

"For having my back. Even if you don't really know what is going on." She said. "It means a lot to me."

"You're my sister in all but blood, Ceri, of course I have your back. Why do I get the feeling I'm playing a part in this?"

"Well…I might need your help," she said, with a smile that was definitely designed to get her what she wanted.

"With what?" he asked with a groan.

"Tell you back at the hotel," she said as Roman and Dean came over. Roman put an arm about her shoulders, which was promptly removed by Ceridwen without any hesitation and put around Dean's shoulder. She flashed a smile before she walked off to her bike as Seth shook his head and went to his car.

"Nice moves, Romeo." Dean said.

"I'm just trying to get her to warm up to me, like she is with you."

"Roman, unless you want to be called Pony while she's drunk, you aren't getting anywhere." Dean replied, watching her go.

"You like her secretly, don't you?" Roman asked as they went to Dean's car. Dean shrugged his shoulders and said nothing as he unlocked his car, stowed his gear in the back seat, and got in. Roman waited till they were on the road before he spoke and asked again.

"Dude, do you like her?"

"I might do. But we agreed. You liked her longer, you've been mad about her since that incident with Brock. Till the day she shoots you down, I'll watch and wait. Even if it kills me" he added under his breath so Roman didn't hear. Roman wouldn't have heard anyway, he noticed as the other man looked out the window. He was too busy trying to think of a way to win her heart. And privately, Dean didn't think he'd get very far. With whatever scheme she had going on, Dean found himself thinking that she wouldn't notice an attempt to hit on her even if it was right under her nose. Or the bottom of a bottle.


Apologies for the delay in updating this one! Things have been a bit hectic, along with writers block on this story, has kept me away from the fic for a while. Hope you enjoyed the latest installment, I hope to update more regularly from now on! Zelks xx