Hello, this is my take on RAW June 9th, 2014. Spoilers to anyone who didn't watch. Dean and Roman's speeches are almost exactly what they said, I added a couple things, but I paraphrased Seth's and I made Jojo's up. I own nothing mentioned at all. Nope. Nothing. Enjoy!
I arrived just in time for RAW to start. Eva had to head back home for a family emergency, So she caught an early flight. I got changed and watched as Stephanie and Triple H stripped Daniel Bryan of his titles, because he couldn't compete. I glared. Knowing the reason Bryan wasn't giving up the titles because he knew he wasn't going to get a chance. At money in the bank, 7 guys will go head to head in a ladder match for the two titles. Orton was automatically put in the match. I scrunched my face. Not finding it fair that everyone else had to earn a spot, and Orton was just given it. Alberto Del Rio qualified from winning his match against Dolph last Monday. I sat, cross-legged on a stack of cartons in front of the Shields locker room, fully ready and reading. Waiting for our turn to speak. I was so engrossed in my book, I jumped when Ambrose and Reins bumped my knee, motioning for me to follow them. I hopped off the top and followed to the top of the stairs. As we waited for the music to start, 3MB walked out. I looked confused. It was our turn, but we were waiting since it was commercial.
"Ok. We attack while Jojo, you wait in the ring. It won't take long." Ambrose seethed. Getting himself worked up. Angry. He was actually scaring me a little. Roman had more of a silent anger.
"Well, Well." Heath Slater said into the mic. "The shield was supposed to be out here to talk." I sighed. Annoyed already. "But that's not what we do. We don't come out here just to talk," Sierra, Hotel, India, Echo, Lima, Delta. Shield. The theme cut Slater off as we started walking down the stairs. I bit back a laugh at Slater's shocked face. JBL was telling 3MB to run. That Ambrose and Roman aren't in the mood, which is true. 3MB looked confident as they had 3 and we were only two, well three if you count me, but they weren't counting me. I shrugged as Ambrose hopped the barricade first, then Roman. I did the butt swivel. I was surprised that 3MB were still in the ring. They know that Roman and Ambrose are angry. 3MB tried to get the jump on Ambrose and Roman as they climbed in the ring. Slater going for Ambrose as Mahal and McIntire went for Roman. I waited for the fight to go outside the ring so I could climb in. Dean quickly turned things around on Slater, but Roman was having a little trouble, being a two on one. Dean was on top of Heath, punching him as Roman was beating up McIntire, but Mahal was trying to get Roman off. I really badly wanted to help, but I promised I wasn't going to get involved. Roman finally knocked Mahal out, but Mahal dragged Reins with him. Dean rolled Slater out as Roman stalked Mahal outside the ring and started punching him against the barricade. McIntire climbed out too and attacked Roman from behind. I looked and saw Ambrose climbing on the top rope, diving out onto McIntire. I climbed into the ring, sitting patiently on the turnbuckle as Dean beat up McIntire and Roman beat up Mahal. Roman and Ambrose double teamed McIntire, throwing him into the time keepers station. Them grabbing Mahal, throwing him hard into the barricade. Ambrose suddenly took off and dove over the barricade, onto McIntire. I grinned as Heath made his escape, calling for his buddies to join him, unaware that they were beaten and that Roman was stalking him. As Slater reached the top, BAM! Spear from Roman. I clapped as Roman did his howl. Walking back down the ramp. 3MB down and out for the count. I hopped off the turnbuckle as Dean climbed in the ring with a mic. Fist bumping Roman and he started trying to calm down, Roman stalking back and forth, like a caged animal. I waited quietly for my turn. Dean continued to try to calm himself down. Still worked up. Finally, with both hands on the mic, he brought it to his mouth to speak. I stood out of Roman's pacing path and listened to Dean talk.
"The Shield was untouchable. We will go down in the history books as one of the greatest groups in sports entertainment ever! We dominated wwe. We beat everybody." He let out a bitter laugh and smiled. "Even Evolution. We were healthy and the cancer inside us, little did we know, that cancers name was," He paused, breathing heavy in anger. "That cancer's name was Seth Rollins! History is full of people like you Seth, everybody in this building knows somebody like you, Seth. The kind of guy that stabs his brothers in the back! Break up with a girl and then start hooking up with her friend? A suck-up, a sell-out to the new authority." He started breathing very heavy in anger. I waited for him to continue, surprised he mentioned the Summer Rae thing. "Now. When I get the opportunity to rearrange your face, which I will. Your nose isn't going to be here anymore, it's going to be over here," He motioned to his right ear, "By your ear, and I say ear because your only going to have one left. I'm going to rip your dirty stinking hair out by the roots. I'm gonna stuff it in your mouth, there'll be plenty of room where your teeth use to be." I was a little scared, Ambrose is really selling it and it's kind of freighting. He continued as Roman was laughing behind him, still pacing. "Seth Rollins. My brutha. You are scum. We are looking forward to what that scum has to say tonight once you stand out in this ring, in front of the whole world and lie through your teeth. We're gonna watch you stand in this ring, in front of the whole world and we want to hear Triple H's words come out of your mouth. We're gonna listen to every word and then, We're gonna beat the hell out of you." At that, he knocked the mic out of his own hands and started stalking around, angry. He then remembered that Roman was going to speak, so he bent down and handed him the mic. I stood behind Roman, wanting to hear him speak, still trying to figure out what I was going to say. Dean's was excellent and detailed. Now it was Roman's turn. He started shaking his head disapproving.
"Seth, you committed the most unforgivable sin. You're the scumbag of the Earth. There are things that you don't do in life. You don't tug on superman's cape. You don't piss in the wind, and you don't ever stab your brothers in the back," He started pacing as Dean squatted to the side a little. "but your only part of the problem. The other parts are Randy Orton and Triple H. Randy Orton runs around here and he thinks everybody owes him something. He thinks he's the face of the company. When I get my hands on you Randy, You're going to be the ass of this company" He paused, letting the crowd cheer. Ambrose started rubbing his hands together, smiling and I bit back a laugh. "and when I done with you, I'm coming for you Triple H!" He looks straight at the camera and says mockingly, "The king of kings. We're gonna have our own Game of thrones. Believe that." Roman suddenly threw the mic behind him, I caught it and walked forward. My turn to say my piece. Finally having it together. Ambrose's was long and violent. Romans was short and sweet and to the point. I decided to wing it.
"Seth, Seth, Seth. Really? You really sold out to go with a bunch of wash ups like Randall and Hunter? You chose them over your own brothers? Over me? After everything we went through, trying to prove you guys are ten times better than evolution. Remember at the gym, when you admitted to me," I threw my hand up. In shock "You admitted to me that you were afraid that they were going to change you.. Just going to throw it all away? Oh and out of all the people to make out with, you choose Ms. dancey pants?" I start pacing. Liking where I was going with this. " Not that I'm judging, but why would you choose a model dancer over a girl who can handle herself? I think it's stupid and your missing out. You made a huge mistake. Oh and Summer. My sweet Summer. You better watch yourself. Every time you think about interrupting a match I will be there kicking your ass and Seth, jokes on you. She's a slut using you to get back at Fandango. But hey, at least I found out now that you're a man-whore than down the road. Your scum and I hope Ambrose make's good on what he does to your face. You may have broken my heart, but they're going to break your face. Believe in that!" I threw the mic. Ambrose started stalking around, hitting his face and laughing. I just stared. man this guy is a lunatic when he wants to be one. Suddenly Triple H's music began to play. Roman and Ambrose moved to the front of the ring, I went to climb out.
"Whoa whoa whoa. No need to leave Jojo, I'm not here to fight." Triple H walked out. Wearing a suit. I slowly climbed back in. Looking unsure. Roman and Ambrose still stayed alert. Waiting for someone to blind side them. "I'm just here to tell you boys, that you have a match later. Against all the Wyatts. Unless you can find a third member, it's going to be a handicap match. " I stepped up. Willing to be their third member. "Oh and Jojo, you aren't allowed in the match. Guys only." I knew this was on purpose. No one liked the shield since they kicked basically everybody's ass's. "Good luck." Triple H laughed as he turned to leave. "Oh, and Jojo. If you think you're getting out of this, you have a match too. Next with Alicia fox, Aksana and Summer Rae." Triple H announced the last name with a lot of force. I smiled. Ready for a match against her. "Your match will be before Ambrose and Roman's. I'll make you a deal. You win your match, I'll let you stay ringside for their match, but if you lose, you aren't allowed ringside." I thought about it. Looking at Roman and Ambrose for help. Then an idea popped in my head.
"I can do you one better, it's still me vs. Alicia, Aksana and Summer, but it's elimination style. If I win, I get to have Summer in a one on one match this Smackdown. But, if I lose, I won't be at ringside." I counter offer. Triple H seemed to contemplate. "Wouldn't you like to see that people?" I stood on the top rope and waved my arms, rallying the crowd. They started chanting yes, and doing Daniel Bryan's arm movement. Ambrose and Roman were leaning against the ropes. Laughing at Triple H's glare. Ambrose suddenly walked over and took the mic from me.
"Come on Hunter. Give the girl what she wants. Unless your scared."
"I'm not letting you goad me into giving her what she wants." Roman laughed and took the mic from Dean.
"Come on. The odds of her winning are slim. It's not like she can knock three people out and escape. Oh wait. Last Friday, don't you remember Dean, they tried to corner her, and what happened again?" Roman asked, looking at Dean, who was laughing.
"She kicked Orton in the face, flipped Seth to his back and speared you!" Dean roared. laughing so hard. Roman joining him. I looked up and saw Triple H was steaming mad. I gulped.
"Her match is now, tornado tag. You two are banned from ringside. She is also banned from ringside later for your guy's match." My mouth dropped open and Dean and Roman imminently stopped laughing. "Let's see if your still laughing by the end of this." Triple H walked out. I felt my stomach drop. Three on one and they can all be in the ring. Ambrose and Roman looked sorry as they slowly left the ring and hopped the barricade. Alicia came out first, followed by Aksana. Then Summer flaunted out, holding Seth's hand. He was wearing a suit. He gives Summer a kiss, then she climbs in the ring, joining Aksana and Alicia. It hurt to see him kiss her, but as the bell rang, I imminently ran at Summer, tackling her and punching her in the head, anywhere I could hit her. Someone grabbed me by my hair and threw me off her, into another person. I felt my arms being locked behind my back by someone's arms. Alicia Fox helped Summer Rae to her feet. I started struggling to break Aksana's grip on my arms. They all just laughed and Alicia grabbed my hair again. dragging me around.
"Oh, look at little Jojo-" I cut her off mid-taunt with a solid kick to her mid-section, followed by a knee to her face, hopefully keeping her down so I can take care of the other two. Aksana jerked me to face her, but I blocked her punch with my left arm and socked me with my right, then round house kicking her, again, hoping it keeps her down. I smiled and whipped my head to where Summer was standing, in shock that I took two people down. I moved towards her when suddenly, Seth was on the apron. Yelling at me. I whipped my attention from Summer, to him. I walked over to him and slapped him across the face, hard. Still angry at him for kissing Summer. I then knocked him off the apron, but that distraction was enough for Alicia and Aksana to get up and well, I got my ass creamed. They all three attacked me at once and were kicking and punching me. They tried to pin me multiple times, but I kept getting my shoulder up. This happened five times, before it hurt too much for me to get the shoulder up. They won, I lost. I curled into a ball as they left. I slowly rolled out of the ring. In major pain. I felt someone wrap my arm around their shoulder and saw Roman and Ambrose were both helping me. I smiled weakly, but it quickly turned to a scowl, still mad at them. They helped me over the barricade, not wanting to drag me the way Seth and them went. Roman scooped me up to carry me up the stairs. Ambrose followed, looking guilty and angry.
"I'm fine. Put me down." I jerked away from Roman, forcing him to put me on the ground. I still walked with them, but I was shaking with anger. When we got to their dressing room I exploded. "You guys just had to push him!" I screamed, sitting down, flinging my water bottle across the room. Cringing in pain from twisting wrong.
"You're acting like we did it on purpose!" Dean yelled back. I stood up, trying to get in his face.
"You know what?! Whatever." I shoved him. He went to shove me back, but Roman grabbed him, holding Ambrose back.
"Hey, hey HEY! Stop it both of you!" He roared. I saw the door creeping open and they were recording, probably showing everyone in the arena and world.
"She is acting like a freaking child!" Dean yelled. I glared.
"I just got my ass beat because of the jokes YOU two were making!" I screamed back, not caring anymore.
"HEY! Enough! We are not doing this now!" Roman cut us off. "Jojo, we're sorry. Ok! But attacking each other ain't going to solve anything! Now enough." We both went to argue, but Roman cut us off. "I Said ENOUGH!" I shut my mouth the same time Ambrose did. I took a deep breath, then cringing because it hurt my ribs. I crossed my arms around my chest and bent over.
"Are you ok?" Ambrose asked, his hand on my back. I nodded.
"My ribs hurt, my arms hurt. My everything hurts." I confessed.
"Where's your little redheaded friend?" Roman asked. "She can help."
"I'm here alone. She had to go home." I explained, slowly standing up straighter. "I'm fine. I just can't breathe deeply, or twist. I'm totally fine."
"Your going to the doctor."
"No. Seth is next, and I want to face him too."
"At least get looked at. It's going to be a while before we go down there." I shook my head no. The compromise was I had to have ice packs. So, there I stood with ice packs under my arms, holding them to my ribs to help with the pain, they were actually helping a little, Dean was nice and gave me a pain reliever. We were standing in front of a TV screen, watching Seth talking to Cole. The ring was set up like an interview lounge. There was black on the canvas, there were two directors chairs and they were wearing suits. I listen intently to his interview. (C-Cole's questions S-seth's response. Whole interview is in italics Jojo's thoughts are regular)
C-Welcome Seth.
S-thank you.
C-there has been a lot of talk the past week about-. Seth interrupted Cole, completely cutting him off.
S-I'm just going to stop you right there, I, I just don't understand all the controversy here. I don't find what I did a big deal. I was just doing what's best for business.
Ambrose started to get angry, the cameras were recording us. I just stared at the screen, shifting my arms and moving the ice packs.
C-So hitting the people you consider your brothers in the back with chairs, and hitting your girlfriend, it's best for business?
S- She isn't my girlfriend, just like they weren't my brothers. They were business partners. I built the Shield, Dean Ambrose is a lunatic who needs medication and I was the only one to control him. Roman Reins has this fury, anger, that left uncontrolled, will get the best of him. Which I could again control. Now little Jojo. She- I just felt bad for her. She's an ignorant little newbie who doesn't know when to quit. Like earlier, if she would've just stayed down, she wouldn't be hurt like she is now.
C-It was a three on one match. She was actually doing pretty good, till you hopped on the apron and distracted her.
S-Her own fault. She has always let her emotions rule her. Like with The shield, they owe me every bit of success they have ever achieved. We conquered the world. At payback, we beat evolution in a clean sweep. You have to evolve, you have to adapt. The crowd cut him off, chanting 'You sold out. You sold out' I didn't sell out, I bought in. I bought in to the Evolution of Seth Rollins and another thing, that you won't admit, or what any of you will admit, what I did took a lot of guts. What I did last week, that everyone is fixated on the fact I stabbed my brothers and girlfriend in the back, maybe to Dean Ambrose and Roman Reins, We were brothers, but to me, They were business partners. And Jojo? Yeah, she thought she was my girlfriend, but in reality, I just needed someone to, help me feel less stressed. I heard from someone that she was a prude. She wasn't a prude with me, if you know what I mean. He wiggled his eyebrows, my face lit up. In anger and embarrassment. Roman and Ambrose looked at me, Ambrose had a stupid look on his face and Roman had an eye brow up in shock. I looked away.
"On the bus? What was my rule!" Ambrose sputtered out. Still in shock.
"When?" Roman ignored Ambrose. I blushed a deeper shade, burying my face in my hands.
"When Jojo. Were we on the bus? Please tell me we weren't on the bus." I just looked past Ambrose to the screen, where Seth was still talking
S-Every night, I out my fist in the middle and said Believe in the shield. What I really meant was believe in Seth Rollins. I said my piece, Is it what you wanted to hear? Oh Wait, wait, wait. I heard earlier tonight, I was watching Dean Ambrose say that they were going to let me say my piece, then they were going to kick the hell out of me. Well."
He stood up and threw his chair over the ropes. I said my piece, He shoved the mic at Cole and Roman and Ambrose lead the way.
"We aren't done with this conversation." Roman promised as we walked out the side and climbed the side of the ramp. I was walking weird, my ribs were hurting and my body was in pain, but I climbed the stairs and as I was about to get in the ring, the lights went out. Then back on. Luke Harper and Erik Rowan were in the ring. In front of Roman and Ambrose. I slowly backed out, climbing back down the stairs. I saw Seth standing on the other side, I walked towards him, to give him a piece of my mind, but I was stopped by Bray. I stared him down.
"Precious Jojo." Bray started, stepping towards me but Seth had climbed in the ring, as Roman and Ambrose knocked Erik and Luke over the ropes. And went for Seth. Actually grabbing him! I started cheering, but the movement caused me pain. Bray shoved me, hard, sending me into the barricade. The top of the barricade went straight into a sore spot on my side. Roman and Dean were getting their butts kicked by all three Wyatts, then Cena came running out. Evening the odds. Soon, they had all three Wyatts beaten out of the ring and I slowly climbed into the ring, smiling that they found their third member. I clutched at my ribs, still hurting, as Ambrose was still going nuts. I took a deep breath, to sigh and shake my head, but it caught, causing me to make a weird noise. It hurt to breathe. I let out a groan.
"Are you ok?" Roman asked, looking concerned. Ambrose stopped what he was doing and came over. I shook my head no.
"I feel like my chest is collapsing. It hurts. To breathe" I gasped out. Falling to my knees, still holding my sides. Roman and Ambrose collapsed to their knees next to me, looking helpless as I continued to have a problem breathing. Cena started motioning to the doctor to come in. I slouched as the doctors started checking me. Asking where the pain was and if I can breathe.
"My left side hurts and it hurts badly to breathe. The pain wasn't like this earlier." I gasped out.
"I think you may have bruised or even cracked a rib, but it takes a lot of force to break or even crack a rib." The doctor said.
"My ribs have never fully healed from last week. They were bruised. I've been choke slammed and beaten on that side." I answered.
"We got to get her to the back. Can you walk?" The doctor asked. I nodded, still trying to breathe normal. Roman and Ambrose helped me gently to my feet, holding the ropes open and helping me. I clutched my left side. The same side Orton hit me and where the three divas kicked. And the same side that rammed into the barricade. I was slowly walking, still clutching my side. John tried to pick me up, but a glare from Roman and Ambrose stopped him. He instantly backed up, still afraid that they were going to turn on him. Roman suddenly picked me up. Ambrose looked at Cena and said loudly, just as a camera was moving in.
"We take care of our own. Thanks for your help, but we got it from here." Cena nodded, understanding. Ambrose stood in front of Cena, his hand out and the two shook hands.
"Seth's gonna kick my ass." Roman muttered as he carried me backstage. We got back to the medic room and Roman set me on the table. The doctor started pushing on my side, feeling and I yelped and almost jumped off the table when he pressed on a tender spot. Roman and Ambrose stayed in the room, till a guy came in, telling Ambrose and Roman their match is next.
"Hang on." Ambrose hurried out, then came back, dragging Paige by her hand. "Stay with her please?" Ambrose asked softly, brushing her hair back. Roman and I had the same look on our face. Ambrose never says please. Paige blushed and nodded, I watched their tender moment, wondering when that happened. Roman dragged Ambrose out of there to get to their place. The doctor put an ice pack on my rib.
"I don't think it's broken, but it may be severely bruised, or cracked. I want you to go home and I'm going to talk to Stephanie and Triple H about it's going to take you about 3-5 weeks off." The doctor said. I nodded. Not liking it. I can't be injured this early. But it could be worst, so I have to be fine with it. The doctor left. I looked at Paige.
"So. You and Dean?" I smirked when she blushed bright red. Fiddling with her title.
"So. You and Seth, you know?" I sat up, but instantly regretted it. Clutching my side.
"It was only twice." I gasped out, Paige helping me to lay back down.
"Oooo." Paige teased. I blushed deeper.
"Stop." I looked away. "I need to change." I said. I tried to get up, but cringed, holding my side.
"Here, let me help you." Paige slowly helped me to my feet. I held tightly to my left side. She helped me walk backstage. I glanced at a tv to see how the match was going, Dean just kicked Bray in the face and is now laying on the ropes. He looks like he's worn down and needs to make a tag, soon. He jumped off the top rope, right into a slam by Bray.
"Let's go." I urged Paige to go, she cringed at the slam. I know how she feels. I still cringe at all the high risk stuff Seth does and Dean is twice as crazy with his moves. "You keep agonizing over every high risk move he does, your going to have gray hair before your 22." I warned her as Roman went flying through the ropes. She nodded and helped me to the locker room. I could change my pants pretty easily. "Umm, Paige?" I called to her.
"Yeah? Oh Cena is getting his butt handed to him."
"I need help getting out of my shirt. I can't lift my arm up." I called to her. "Can you help me? Then we can finish watching it." I told her. She turn towards me.
"Hmm, what's the best way we can do this, that's quick and causes you less pain?" Paige wondered out loud.
"Just pull my shirt off my right side then slip it over my head then off my left arm. No lifing the left side."
"Sounds to easy. Guess we'll find out" Paige started pulling gently on my right sleeve. Pulling my arm out. Then over my head, then off my left arm. "Now wheres your shirt?" Paige asked.
"It should be in my bag." I pointed where my bag was sitting.
"I'm not seeing no shirts." She pulled everything out. "Nope. No shirt."
"Crap. Maybe I dropped it in the The Shields locker room, could you go check for me?"
"Sure. If I don't find, I got a spare shirt for you to borrow. Will you be ok? No one's in here."
"I'll be fine. I'll sit here and watch the match." I shuffled to a bench in the locker room and held an icepack to my side. Paige seemed to hesatate, but she hurried out the door. I laid back on the bench, in pain, hoping laying back will make me feel better, but relizing it's going to hurt to sit up, but not caring. It took a lot of pressure off my hurt side. I heard the door open, then close. "Paige? Did you find my shirt that quickly?" I asked, confused. I heard no answer. I slowly sat up, grunting in pain. I saw Seth and Randy in the room. I quickly covered my chest, only in my bra. Randy was staring directly at my chest. I glared at both of them. Standing up.
"Go wait outside and tell me when her buddy comes back." Seth ordered Orton. Randy grunted and walked out the door.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, hesient.
"I wanted to see how you were doing. I saw you collaspe in the ring earlier. Roman carried you." Seth seemed a little jealous.
"They think my rib is cracked. Bray slamming me into the barricade earlier might have been the feather that cracked the camels back. I'm out of wrestling for 4 weeks."
"I'm sorry." He gently pulled me into a hug, I wrapped my arm around his neck, still clutching my left side. "I'm so sorry." He muttered in my ear. I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"I miss you." I whispered. Then I suddenly pulled back and socked him in the face.
"Ok. I probably deserved that, but will I get hit again for asking why?" He asked, holding his face.
"That's for announcing to the whole world our sex life!" I whispered between clenched teeth. "Do you know how embarrassed I was with Ambrose and Roman! My parents watch this too!" He chuckled, till I punched him again. "This isn't funny!" I almost screeched, but remembered Randy was just a door away.
"Your face is." I went to sock him again, but he easily grabbed my fist and held it. "Quit punching me! It hurts." He glared. I glared back. He dropped my hand and turning me, so he can see my side. I never really looked at it. I had a nasty looking bruise starting below my ribcage and stretching up to below my bra. Right in the middle of the bruise is where it hurts the worst. He flinched. I grabbed his cheek, guiding his face away from my ribs.
"I'll live and be back. Better than ever." I promised. The doorknob turned and Seth grabbed my chin and all tenderness faded from his face and replaced with a scowl.
"You tell your buddies that if they don't stop being stupid, we're going to tear them to pieces and broken ribs will be the least of your problems." He said, as Randy walked in.
"Hey. Her friend's down the hall. Finish the messages and let's go." Seth nodded and shoved me back. It wasn't hard, but I played it up and fell back hard on the bench. I grunted and Seth turned and walked out. Shutting the door.
"I couldn't find your shirt, so I had to run to my car and get my spare. Are you ok?" She asked. I nodded.
"I fell back on the bench, it hurt. Thanks for the shirt." She slid it up my arms and over my head.
"No problem. Who's winning?" She asked. Looking at the screen. Seeing it was on commercial
"Ummm. I wasn't paying attention. I think Cena is still in?" I shrugged and groaned, holding my side.
"Ok then. I guess we'll see together." It came back to Cena getting beat by Bray, trying to get to Roman or Ambrose. Bray slammed Cena, then did his back bend in the corner. This guy really needs help. He ran to the ropes and bounced off, going to jump on Cena, but he rolled away, causing a little separation! Come on! Get to roman! You could tell Reins was itching to get in. He's the closer, finisher of the shield. Cena did a running leap and tapped Roman's hand! John rolled out as Roman got in, Bray tagged Luke in, rolling out as well. Roman clotheslined Luke and continued, knocking Erik off the apron. Roman used his momentum to fly past Luke and bounce off the opposite side of the ring, jumping and clotheslining Luke, knocking him into the corner. He then jumped on him. Moving away. He ducked as Erik tried to swing on him, but Ambrose had Roman's back and intervened. Luke stumbled and laid on the bottom rope. As Ambrose was taking out Erik, Roman rolled out of the ring, slapping Bray and running to where Luke was laying on the bottom rope. Jumping and kicking him in the slide of the face. He continued around the ring, kicking Erik in the face in the same fashion. Ambrose knocked Erik out of the ring. Roman and Luke are still the legal pair.
"Come on." I urged, getting excited. Paige cringed as Erik pulled Ambrose off the apron, causing him to hit his face. Roman went for a pin on Luke, but it was broken up by Erik. Erik continued to beat on Roman, as the ref tried to get him to get out. Suddenly John was on the top rope, doing a cross body. Taking out Rowan. Cena went for an AA but Rowan countered and shoved him onto Bray, who did a sister Abigail on Cena, taking him out. Bray turned around, right into a big Superman Punch! Taking Bray out. Erik went to throw Roman, but Roman countered and threw him over the top rope as Dean bounced off the opposite ropes and dove through the second ropes, taking himself and Erik out. It was down to Roman and Luke. Roman turned around right into a huge boot to the face. "Oh no." I gasped. He looked like he was knocked out. I clutched at my hair, as the ref counted, somehow, Reins got his shoulder up!
"I thought he was out for a second." Paige said. I nodded, agreeing. Luke turned around, Right into a big ole fashion SPEAR! Knocking him to the ground! Reins got the pin and the Shield and Cena won! I jumped up, to cheer, but grabbed my side. I let out a cheer still. So happy that they won. Ambrose slid in the ring, happy at the win. I smiled at the hug Roman and Ambrose shared. Wishing I was out there with them. Cena stood in the corner, nodding at them. The camera switched back to Triple H and Seth. Triple H looked pissed off. Seth looked pissed too, but I could tell he was happy at the win. Cena raised both Roman and Ambrose's arms in victory. It faded out with Ambrose looking crazy and Roman and Cena on the turnbuckles. I smiled, happy that the shield didn't fall apart any worst than it was. I shouldered my bag as we walked out. Just as Roman grabbed me and spun around.
"Dude, dude rib. Ribs!" I gasped as he quickly put me down and did the same to Paige.
"Sorry. I'm just really hype we won!" He howled. Dean was next to Paige.
"So, when do you think that happened?" I whispered to Roman. He shrugged. Just as his phone rang. He pulled it out of his bag, answering it.
"Oh hey honey. Shouldn't you be in bed?" He gasped. "You saw me on t.v? Did I do good?" I smiled at his conversation with his daughter. She's so cute. After they came to a raw viewing, there was a small gathering at the hotel after Raw. I got to meet his daughter and his sister, who were both very nice. It was weird seeing big powerhouse Roman doing the 'I'm a little teapot' with his little girl. She was the sweetest thing. She even got Ambrose and Seth to join in the little tea pot thing. Now that was a sight. We could only stay a day before we had to head out for smackdown, but it put a big smile on Roman's face to hang out with his family for that one day,
"Hey, I'm gonna head home. See you guys in a couple weeks. I'm coming back stronger than ever!" Roman and Ambrose hugged me. I pulled Paige into a hug. "Thanks for being so nice to me." She smiled. "Oh, and when I come back, that title is mine. Believe that." I smirked as I turn and headed for my car. Ready to go home and rest. As I was walking through the parking lot, holding my ribs, I saw movement in the corner of my eye. "Hello?" I called out, turning.
"Hello Jojo. So, I hear your out for a couple weeks?" I turned around to see Triple H and his wife standing there.
"Yeah, but I will be back, better than ever." I promised.
"Ribs are a very, very touchy. Even after they heal. You might want to reconsider coming back." I glared at him.
"Just because your the C.O.O of this company, and that your larger than me, doesn't mean I'm going to stand for this bullying. Why are you still even messing with me? I was with Rollins for 3 weeks. I never did nothing bad to you, or evolution. So why can't you leave me out of it?" I demanded.
"I want to destroy anything that has to do with Seth's old life. Everything that reminds him of his good old days. Three people remind him. You. Roman. Dean. I'm gonna crush you guys, one by one."
"I'd like to see you try. With Ambrose after Seth and Roman after Orton, what are you gonna do if and when they fall and your next? Hide behind your job? Sick Kane on them? Put them in handicap matches? Screw up my life because your plan isn't falling into place? Face it. They have a lot of talent. Believe in that." I turned and walked quickly to my car. Proud of standing up to the C.O.O. I returned the car and took a taxi to the airport. Buying a ticket back home. Seeing the next flight takes off in the morning, I decided to crash in the chair. Taking the last of the painkillers Ambrose gave me and setting my alarm and dosing off.
Sooooo... whatcha think? I've never had bruised ribs, so I don't know if I'm describing them right. All that stuff is from Google. I'm a horrible author. I'm already thinking of the ending and how to wrap it up, but I still don't have a plan on how to build up to that point. I kinda got something, but most of what I got is from what is currently happening on RAW/Smackdown now. So forgive me for reusing stuff already happening on tv and I saw Roman's commercial with his daughter, OMG the cutest thing in the world! So I kind of used that here. REVIEW Ninjafish out! Peace!