NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Firstoff, SORRY for the delay. I had a few personal things I had to take care of, but they've been dealt with. Also, writing fight scenes is pretty difficult, and it was hard to find a good play-by-play of the cage match.

Second, I just upgraded my iPod Touch to a 5th Generation I bought off of Amazon dot com. Same capacity as my 3rd gen, but now I can put my aps on it, YAAY!

Thirdly … we got some enormous thunderstorms, tornadoes, and flooding in my neighborhood. We had five touchdowns around us, one a quarter-mile from our house (YIKES!). Needless to say, we had some cleanup to do (flooded basement and whatnot), and I'm now sleeping in the dining room in our house while contractors pull up carpet and replace drywall in my bedroom. So… please forgive me if my writing isn't up to snuff on this chapter. I have a lot of things on my plate.

Speaking of cage match, it's crunch time now. The Main Event has finally arrived, and Daniel's about to make his escape. And Bray decided to speak up again in the beginning of this chapter.

BTW, I'm toying with the concept of Daniel's neck injury being Karmic payback for what he did to the Wyatts. I made him sort of sympathetic in the beginning, but as this story progressed, he became less and less likable. It's hard to tell if this was by design or just something that evolved naturally as the Wyatt storyline progressed. Either way, Karma's going to bite Daniel in the ass, so sit back and enjoy the ride.

John Cena makes an appearance here, and… well, let's just say you'll have a reason to hate him in the next series. And trust me, he'll get knocked down a few pegs.

DISCLAIMERS: Please see the previous chapters. Pep talk is the Wyatt backstage promo from the January 13, 2014 episode of RAW. Bits of Bray's intro is from the January 17, 2014 episode of Smackdown Jay's flashback is taken from the in-ring dialog during the Bryan/Wyatts match at TLC 2013. Pwtorch and fantasygod dot com provided the play-by-play.

Chapter Seven

It was finally Showtime. Jay had left the arena earlier so that he could get some rest before catching his flight back to Orlando, so it was just me, Erick and Luke, and Daniel. Daniel slipped away briefly, with the excuse that he needed to use the bathroom before the Main Event. Deep down, I knew where he was going. Brie was in the building, and there was no way he wasn't going to see her for a moment. I held out a brief hope that he'd remain loyal to the cause and convince her to join us. That would have been an interesting episode of Total Divas if that ever came to fruition.

But that would never come to pass.

When I was a little boy, I wanted nothing more in life than to be just like my dad. I did my best to make him happy. I tried to be just like him but it was never good enough. Because of his own demons, he was never there for me. My dad, instead of entrusting me with his legacy and everything he worked for, betrayed me. He blamed me for my mother dying in childbirth. When he pulled me out of school and put me to work on his boat as unpaid labor, he tossed me out on the scrap heap, to walk among the sheeple as one of them.

But I always knew that I was destined for greater things. So as I lay there deep down in that black hole of despair gasping for air, and calling for help, He saved me. The Lord gave me hope and He sang to me the sweetest songs that I had ever heard. He told me that on my path to righteousness and purity, I would be deceived again. So as I lay on the mat that Monday a beaten, battered mess, I looked into Daniel Bryan's eyes and I saw it. I felt it. I knew that this was the moment, and that this was what He was talking about. I had to descend below once again so that I could rise above. I had to sacrifice myself so that I would be resurrected into the creature I was born to be.

I wish it hadn't taken such a public humiliation for that epiphany. But looking back, it was necessary. The Lord has creative ways of making his lessons stick.

~~~ANGEL~~~

"Daniel?!" Brie's eyes nearly bugged out of her head when she saw the man in the doorway of the diva's dressing room. Daniel looked no worse for wear, perhaps a little scruffier, but considering his Respect The Beard gimmick, that was par for the course.

"Brie!" Daniel swept his fiancée up into a tight embrace. "Babe, you're a sight for sore eyes." He planted a soft kiss on Brie's lips. "I know I should wait until after the Main Event, but I had to see you."

"How'd you sneak away?"

"I told Bray I had to use the bathroom real quick. I'm taking a real chance here. I wish I could just take off right now, but I can't. The Wyatts are watching me closely. Even if they weren't, if I bail now, before the Main Event, then I can kiss my job good-bye."

Brie chuckled. "Oh, I don't think you need to be that dramatic."

The look on Daniel's face and the tone in his voice was dead serious. "It's true. You know how the Authority is when it comes to me. They'd look for any reason to put the screws to me. That's why they want the cage locked."

Earlier, Brad Maddox had a small dust-up with Kane, the Director of Operations. RAW is already in chaos with the Wyatts, he remarked, but Kane fired back, insinuating that Maddox wasn't enforcing the rules. So, to prove that he wasn't a pushover, Brad suggested that the steel cage for the Uso/Wyatt Main Event be locked by the Director of Operations himself.

"Well, after you finish, come back here. I've got your bags packed and ready to go."

"Thank you, I don't want to wear these Wyatt hand-me-downs any longer than I have to." Daniel frowned at his clean but faded blue jumpsuit. "I have to go. I told Bray I had to use the bathroom before the match, and I have to get back before he starts asking questions."

"I know you can take care of yourself, but… just be careful out there."

~~~ANGEL~~~

"The Usos are fools, Bryan," Bray pointed out, quietly, as he gave Daniel one last pep talk in the gorilla area backstage. Forgive them. They don't know what they're doing, and they don't know what they're asking for. They're afraid. I can sense it. I can FEEL it. Everyone else in this family can feel it. Everyone else on this roster feels it as well, because the last thing in the world the Usos should want is to be locked in that cage with us."

Bray continued. "They're like mice against snakes. And the snakes are people like us, Daniel. People like you and me, people ..." He gestured to Luke and Erick, whose faces were concealed in the shadows. "Like them."

It was a good thing the lights were dim. Otherwise, Bray or Daniel would have caught the sideways glance loaded with darts that Luke had just fired in their direction.

"We've been locked in this cage our entire life!" Bray continued. "Society is a cage that we've been fighting to get out of, and we'll do anything we can to remove ourselves from it! Now, that's why tonight, inside that cage, we'll redemption. We'll find absolution. And most importantly ...we'll find monsters."

~~~ANGEL~~~

The advice Jay had given Damien rang in his head like a bell as he stepped out of the elevator and shifted his duffel bag from one shoulder to the other: You'd be surprised at how low you can go. Especially when Orton and the McMahons are involved. You put them together, and it's like a roller coaster ride without a lap bar and razor blades and barbed wire in front of you. You just hold on as best you can. Worry about the scars later.

Well, I have some pretty big scars from tonight, thought Damien, as the elevator door closed behind him. He thought back to the match he'd had earlier that night. He'd been ordered to cash in his Money in the Bank and lose to John Cena as punishment for his, as Vince had called it, underhanded tactics. It had been little more than a pipe dream, but he'd thought briefly of breaking the script and winning the strap as a way to stick it to the higher-ups.

It couldn't hurt to try and shock the world, and Damien knew he'd have support from the other guys in the locker room. John Cena, and the powers-that-be, however, had other ideas. No use winning a championship just to have it stripped away days later and subjecting himself to further punishment, and possibly getting others punished as well. So, he decided to simply put his head down and do his job:

They locked up until Cena shoved Damien into the ropes. Cena leapfrogged and delivered an arm drag into an arm bar before applying a side headlock. Damien escaped and leapfrogged Cena, but he was countered on an arm drag attempt. He recovered and stomped Cena down to the mat. The referee backed Damien away from Cena in the corner. In spite of that, Damien delivered a few headbutts followed by an overhead slam.

Damien continued on the offensive. He hit a neckbreaker and attempted a cover but Cena kicked out. Cena hit an arm drag and attempted an STF but was pushed back and placed in a leg lock. Cena launched Damien up for a neckbreaker and tried a cover. Damien kicked out. Cena climbs up to the top rope but Damien charged right over, followed up and looked for a superplex. Cena fought him off and then connected with a tornado DDT. Cover, but Damien kicked out. Cena looked for an STF but Damien rolled him up and planted him face first. He couldn't capitalize, however, as Cena caught Damien in an STF. The all-powerful Cena wound up too close to the ropes, and Damien made it over for a break before getting behind Cena to lock an STF of his own. Cena used all of his strength to stand up while Damien still had the hold applied. Cena hit an Attitude Adjustment and the match was over.

What more could possibly happen to me? wondered Damien as he trudged dejectedly down the hall to his hotel room. The floor had been reserved for the WWE superstars, and since RAW was still in progress, the floor was empty and quiet.

Mentally, he kicked himself for not seeking out the Wyatt's locker room earlier. The idea of hanging out with the collection of oddballs was suddenly very appealing, and Reso had been an unexpected beam of sunlight in an otherwise dark and dreary situation. Damien couldn't understand why someone as talented and charismatic as Jason was being so undeservedly held back. No wonder he'd fallen in with the Wyatts. The way the blonde veteran spoke of them reflected a deep affection and gratitude. A deep affection and gratitude that perhaps Damien could share someday.

He glanced to his left and noticed that one of the doors had a light shining under it. Someone's here? A little grin perked up his face as he unlocked his own room and put his duffel bag in the closet. With that task completed, he stepped back out into the hall, making sure he had his card key with him. Getting locked out of his own room, while easily remedied with a trip to the front desk and a backup key, was something he didn't want to deal with at the moment. And, he didn't want to be in his room alone either. Can't hurt to knock on the door, Damien thought, as he approached the occupied room. Worst they could do is say no, right? He screwed his courage to the sticking place and rapped briskly on the closed door.

~~~ANGEL~~~

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! SOMEONE OPEN THE DOOR!" Jay pounded frantically on the locked door. The lights were out in the small room, plunging it into complete darkness. "Help! Somebody help me! Let me out!"

Bray's voice flowed through Jay's ears like strychnine and honey. "It doesn't have to be like this! We can be great friends, Jason. I can help you. I can help you realize your potential. You don't know how important you are to us. You don't know how important you are to this world."

"Let me out! I wanna go home!" Jay pounded on the locked door, the chains dangling from his hands jingling in time with the blows against the hard wood.

"Take a look around you, Jason. This world is full of all these illusions. You've made such a trivial error in following them! Where has following those illusions gotten you? Take a look at the people around you! Deep down, they're disgusting human beings!"

"Fuck you, Bray!" Jay spat, his voice gone hoarse by the screaming he'd done the past several hours. "They're not disgusting! Take that back!"

"They are! Deep down you know it! They're disgusting because they left you all behind. They abandoned you, and deep down you know it's true. You just don't want to believe it because the truth hurts."

"SHUT UP! YOU LIE!"

"No. All I tell is the truth, no matter how painful it is … You can be like me, Jason! We can disintegrate this place. We can bury it all and start over with a clean slate of truth! You're bringing all this pain and heartache on yourself. I'm giving you a chance that others would kill for. A chance to start over. Take my hand, Jason. I'll make all of this go away."

"Over my dead body!"

"Jason, take my hand! Don't be a bloody fool. I'll make all of this go away."

Jay curled up on the floor in a ball and covered his ears with his hands. No use. The words that Bray had spoken to him earlier in a low, toneless voice—obey, obey, obey, obey—still echoed in Jay's head…

"Make it stop," Jay whimpered. "Make it stop…make it go away…stop…"

~~~ANGEL~~~

The rapping on the door snapped Jay out of his nightmare. He'd just closed his eyes for a few minutes, and BAM! Right into a flashback he didn't want or expect. That's the last thing I need before flying back to Orlando! he groused silently as he climbed off his bed. "Hold on a second," he sighed, padding across the floor. He smoothed out an unseen wrinkle in his shirt before he unlocked the door and slowly opened it.

His face was a picture of surprise when he recognized who was standing in front of him.

"Damien, hi!"

Damien smiled sheepishly. Jay didn't look annoyed; in fact, he looked rather pleased to see him. He, however, was going to tread delicately; perhaps he'd just interrupted the older blonde while he was in the middle of something? "I guess the day I decided to take you up on the offer of swinging by your dressing room came a bit sooner than I thought. Except it's a hotel room, but hey, I didn't have anything to do after my match. You don't mind, do you?"

A slow smile spread across Jay's face. "Of course not. I don't mind at all. Come on in. There's a TV here, we can watch the Main Event..."

~~~ANGEL~~~

"Betrayal clearly has its own reward: the small deep human satisfaction of having one up on someone else. It is the psychology of the mistress, and this regime used it as fuel."
Anna Funder, Stasiland: Stories from Behind the Berlin Wall

"I shudder to think what the Wyatts are capable of with a steel cage surrounding the ring," Michael Cole announced to the viewing audience as Bray and Daniel, accompanied by Harper and Rowan, made their way down the darkened aisle with only a lantern to light their way. The Main Event cage match was about to start.

Bray opened the cage door and ushered Daniel inside. Erick and Luke stood impatiently at ringside as they all awaited the arrival of the Usos, and more importantly, the WWE Director of Operations. As they waited, Michael Cole explained the rules of the match. The match could be won by either pinfall or submission, and escape would count only if both members of the team exited the cage.

Finally, with chain and padlock in hand, Kane marched down the aisle, his presence both businesslike and menacing. Since he was the only one with the key, Cole pointed out, it changed the rules. Both members would somehow have to climb over and out of the cage if they wanted to win in that fashion. "Normally, you can escape the cage through the door," Cole explained, "But it looks like this won't be the case tonight with this matchup."

Locking the cage would also prevent Luke and Erick from interfering. They could only look on and hope against hope that Bray wouldn't be humiliated on live TV. Silently, Luke prayed, Lord, we know that You're about to remove the blinders from Bray's eyes to teach him a hard lesson. We know that we can't do anything to stop what's about to happen next, because it's Your will, and not any of ours. Lord, stay with Bray and let him know that You're God, and don't let him lose his way.

The match got underway as Daniel and Bray engaged the Usos in some early fisticuffs. "As the brawl progressed in the ring, JBL One of the Usos attempted an early escape but Daniel pursued him to the top of the cage. The Uso climbed up after him. Both men were seated on top of the cage. Bryan was pushed back inside but Bray rushed in up to pull the wily Uso back into the cage. Bray slammed the Uso's head into the cage and he dropped to the mat like a sack of flour. The other Uso rushed over and yanked Bray off the ropes. He then scaled the cage in pursuit of Daniel and side slammed him down to the mat. All four men lay flat on their backs as the show headed to its final commercial.

~~~ANGEL~~~

Back in Jay's hotel room, Damien and his new friend were watching the action unfold. "Do you really think they can win this?"

"No. I don't think they'll win. They won't win. And I know that for a fact." Damien could sense a hardness in Jay's voice.

"You seem quite adamant."

Jay finally gave his suspicions a voice. "He's been lying to Bray."

"Who?"

"Daniel. He claims to be a changed man, but he's not. He deliberately cost us the match with the Usos last week when he tagged himself in. I saw the replays. It wasn't a miscommunication. He did it on purpose. He's trying to divide us, and he's doing it in the ring. And it's not just that. His fiancée has been oddly okay with this. Knowing our reputation, you'd think Brie would be falling all over herself, trying to help him, quote-unquote, escape, correct?"

Damien found himself agreeing with the blonde Wyatt. "Very correct. You would think she'd be far less calm than she appears. Her reactions are very off."

"And the sad part is, Bray didn't wanna admit that Daniel's been playing us until much later. I think he's hanging onto the hope that we're all wrong about him and that he's for the cause. I have to do something! I can't let Daniel embarrass Bray on national TV."

"You're not scheduled for tonight-"

"It doesn't matter, Damien." A frustrated sigh escaped Jay's lips as he raked his fingers through his scruffy blonde hair. "Daniel's gonna make Bray look like a complete laughingstock, and I can't do anything about it."

"Perhaps you can't do anything to stop it, but maybe you can help him afterwards."

Jay cocked an eyebrow. "Really? How so?"

"You mentioned that you'd descended below all things in your life when the Wyatts found you. Perhaps Bray's gonna do some descending of his own tonight. And then you can help him up. Because if what you're saying is true, the last thing he needs to hear is someone saying, I told you so. I think he'd benefit more from someone saying…perhaps, I'm here if you need me."

Jay let Damien's words roll around in his head. He'd benefit more from someone saying…perhaps, I'm here if you need me. They made perfect sense. After everything that Bray had done to save him (brutality notwithstanding), it was only right to return the favor.

He reached forward and grabbed his iPhone from the dresser.

Damien watched with interest as Jay's fingers danced nimbly across the surface of the phone. "What are you doing?"

"Contacting the airlines and changing my flight time. You're right. I can be there for Bray afterwards. Turn the TV off. We're going back to the arena…"

~~~ANGEL~~~

After the commercial break, Bray was choking Jimmy Uso against the bottom rope, while Daniel and Jey were exchanging blows. The Usos fought back as JBL spun a nostalgic yarn about facing Eddie Guerrero in a cage match years ago. Bray had his head slammed into the cage; dazed, he lost his balance and fell backwards onto the mat. Jimmy hit a corkscrew moonsault on the Wyatt's paterfamilias.

It was the move of the night. Jimmy attempted a cover, but Daniel charged over to break it. For good measure, he grabbed Jimmy by the hair and flung him out of the ring. While Bray lay on the canvas catching his breath, Daniel tangled Jey upside down in the corner and stomped away before nailing the Uso with a running dropkick from the opposite corner.

From outside the cage, Luke looked on, his expression unreadable.

With Jey temporarily out of commission, Daniel attempted to scale the cage, but his ascent was cut short when Jimmy caught up and grabbed a handful of blue jumpsuit. Jey recovered and got into position for a double back body drop off the top rope that left the combatants dazed.

Bodies were strewn all over the canvas by this point, and a chant of This is awesome! went up from the crowd.

Bray and Jimmy were the first ones up, with Jey following suit. Bray pounded Jimmy, then tossed Jey against the cage wall, and then turned around just as Jimmy attempted a Superkick. Bray grabbed Jimmy by the foot to block the move. A couple of hard roundhouse rights, and then Bray had Jimmy wrapped in his arms.

Bray kissed Jimmy's forehead. "You shouldn't have stepped in the ring with us," he whispered, just before attempting his signature move…

…Before he could connect, Jey rushed Bray and nailed him beneath the chin with a Superkick. The big man crashed back to the mat right next to a dazed Daniel.

It was the break Jey and Jimmy were looking for. Jey helped up his brother, and the two of them staggered towards the cage wall nearest the aisle and tried to scale it. They had to be careful; Luke and Erick were right below, waiting for them to make their next move, and Bray and Daniel had managed to pick themselves up and were now in pursuit. The look in Erick and Luke's eyes said, Try to get past us. We dare you!

Finally, all four combatants were near the top of the cage. Daniel straddled the top, and Jimmy was right beside him. The two of them exchanged blows, and Jimmy managed to knock Daniel off the top. Daniel dropped like a rock back into the ring… but as he did, he grinned, grabbed a handful of Bray's pants and took the big man down with him. Bray hit the top rope crotch-first and dropped to the mat in pain. If this wasn't in the heat of combat, Daniel would have laughed.

A sly smile crossed Daniels face as Jimmy jumped off of the cage and right onto Erick. The redheaded Wyatt dropped to the floor, and Jimmy stomped on him a couple of times for good measure. Luke wouldn't stand for this, and he rushed over to defend his fellow Wyatt, unaware that Jey had just leaped off the cage on the other side and won the match

Daniel got to his feet and stood a safe distance away, a wary look on his face. As he gazed down at the fallen, self-proclaimed Messiah, Daniel thought Bray might stand up and shake his fist and demand repentance. He half-expected the Wyatt's patriarch to scream, You've betrayed us! You unfaithful, ungrateful reprobate! Hypocritical, self-righteous bastard! You have failed me! You've failed us! I hope God strikes you down!

But he didn't. Bray struggled to his feet as the Uso's practically skipped to the backstage. And…was he… laughing?

A loud chant of Yes! Yes! Yes! rose up from the crowd as Bray paced the ring like a big, angry lion. His long hair hung in damp strings around his face. Coupled with his massive beard, it gave him the appearance of a giant taproot with the little branches attached to it. His face was flushed. His eyes were blazing.

"Don't you listen to them, Daniel! Shut them out!" Bray spat, his voice barely audible above the crowd noise.

Daniel stood passively as Bray continued to pace. Obviously, it was taking everything that Bray had to keep from tearing into him. Daniel steeled himself, awaiting what the Wyatts' leader was planning.

Finally, Bray stopped, just inches from Daniel's face. He drew closer, his lips just millimeters from Daniel's ear. His breath was hot as he whispered, "I want to save you, Daniel. But it seems like the past few days, it's like you just wanna throw that away." He paused. "It's not what you've done. It's what everyone else around you has done. I've heard the whispers. I've felt the suspicions. Your little girlfriend's been oddly calm about everything. Don't deny it, because I've seen it. I've heard it. I felt it. And I can feel it now." Another pause, and then Bray's voice became lower and deadlier. "I'm giving you one more chance, Daniel. Prove to me that you're loyal to my cause. Tell me that I'm just imagining things. Tell me you're willing to make sacrifices for me."

Daniel nodded. "I'm loyal. I'm sorry if you haven't seen it recently. Give me one more chance. I'll do whatever it takes."

"Then you know what to do. Get on your knees, boy."

The tension was thick enough to slice, and the cry of Yes! Yes! Yes! continued. Daniel stepped back and held his arms out to his sides before dropping slowly to his knees. A smile creased Bray's lips as he approached his convert, and the chant morphed into boos. Cat quick, Bray wrapped his massive arms around Daniel and got him into position.

"Bray—" Daniel started, but was cut off.

"This hurts me more than it'll hurt you," Bray whispered, kissing Daniel's forehead …

… But before he could connect with his signature finishing move, Bryan slipped out of Bray's grasp like a weasel and climbed back to his feet. The crowd erupted in joy, and the shouts of Yes! Yes! Yes! went up louder than before.

Daniel, on the other hand, was wary. Now that he'd just revealed himself, there was no telling what Bray might do. The man was crazy, ruthless, and unpredictable, even with his back turned. And with the cage door locked, Daniel knew he had to watch his step. He was trapped in a cage with a man who was capable of anything.

Outside the cage, Luke and Erick stood helpless. It was like driving past a bad car accident. They didn't want to look, but they couldn't keep their eyes away.

Bray turned then, his eyes bright like gas flames. A smile flashed across his face like a switchblade flicked to life. Daniel could almost feel the rage coming off of Bray, but he stood his ground.

"You dare defy me, Daniel?!" Bray asked, spitting the words out like they were pits. A crackling second passed, and Daniel turned towards the crowd. The crowd erupted into a loud Daniel Bryan! chant, and Daniel soaked up the noise as he backed into a corner. Bray demanded that Daniel stop listening to them, but his words were nearly drowned out by the raucous noise.

"You wanna hurt someone, Daniel?" Bray snarled, changing his tactic. "You wanna hurt me? You hurt me inside already. Why not hurt me physically. Come on, Daniel! Take a shot. Hurt me!" He dropped to his knees and held his arms out to his side. "Bring it to me, Daniel! Come on, big man! Come on, big man!"

Daniel's expression was unreadable. Still, he stayed where he was.

A look of disgust twisted across Bray's face as he stood up. "You lied to me," he snorted. "You're a coward! You're a fucking coward!" Like a bull, Bray stomped across the ring to the opposite corner from Daniel. Then, with a snort, he charged.

Daniel had anticipated this, and he easily sidestepped the big man. The crowd screamed in approval as Bray slammed into the turnbuckle, the breath momentarily knocked out of him. Teeth bared, Daniel tore into Bray like a buzzsaw, stomping and punching. Bray managed to shove Daniel to the mat, but it wasn't enough to fend him off, as Daniel stayed on the attack with a running dropkick to Bray's solar plexus. He charged back to the opposite corner and then came back with another dropkick that sent the big man to the mat.

Bray staggered to his knees in time to receive a few more kicks that were punctuated by a hearty cry of Yes! from the crowd. A bounce off the ropes, a roundhouse kick to the head, and Bray crashed in a semiconscious heap onto the mat.

The crowd noise was almost deafening as Daniel glared down at his fallen nemesis and unzipped his jumpsuit, revealing his red trunks and boots. A malicious smile spread across his face as he tossed the jumpsuit aside and put the boots to the fallen Eater of Worlds.

Meanwhile, Rowan and Harper tried frantically to get inside the cage to rescue Bray. They would have demanded that Kane unlock the door, but the Director of Operations was in the restroom and wouldn't be out for another five minutes.

Dazed and hurting, Bray staggered to his feet… only to have Daniel grab him by the hair and toss him into the side of the cage like a rag doll. The force of the throw knocked Luke off the ring apron and onto the arena floor, where he clutched his head in pain. Erick tried to scale the cage, but Daniel grabbed a limp and injured Bray and tossed him again. Erick lost his grip on the side of the cage and crashed to the floor as well.

With his decimation of the Wyatts complete, Daniel led the crowd into another Yes! chant and scaled the cage until he sat on top. Like a king gazing across his kingdom, he continued to lead the raucous fans, a satisfied smile on his face.

He'd defeated his foes… but Karma would soon do a quick turnaround, and the Wyatts would soon get their payback.

With interest.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Didn't think I'd be so relieved to finish a chapter! YAAY! Nearly six weeks, but the Main Event is over. The fallout will commence shortly.

BTW, this is the last book in the Angel In The Dirt series, but I have another series in the planning stages that spins off of this. It's called An Army Of Angels, and as soon as this one finishes, (in about three more chapters) I'll get started on that.

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