Chapter 10

Just remind you! This Chapter is continuing from RonTheRonin's last chapter 23. If not there will be some serious confusion! Thanks for all the feedback and enjoy!

The real fun was raging inside the Rays' Stadium. Blood was shed, debris was flying and bodies were piling up. Sasha coughed as the particles from the crushed gravel seeped into her sinuses; Roman knocked as much of it out of the way giving them some air to breathe in the dugout. Sasha again was in an interesting situation that consisted of explosives and rapid sniping. Scattered screams echoed from the disaster outside and once again Roman had gotten Sasha out of harms way. Why she didn't know because less than a minute ago she had threatened to gun down him and his crazy ass friend for taking her tapes. Epic failure now. Shit had blown up and the tapes were destroyed. Now she had to find another way to get the information she loathed for.

After getting the hell out of this dugout first.

"Are you an idiot?" Sasha said pulling gravel out of her hair.

Roman cursed beneath his breath while trying to force the door open. "I need to get out there," he said pushing the door with all his strength. "People are hurt."

"How about saving yourself first?" Sasha glared at Roman with dry eyes, "you don't always need to be the hero, you know."

"I would be incredibly selfish if I didn't," he said driving his fist into the door, "by the way thanks for your erratic decision to take out me and Dean, very nice of you."

"Are you going to superman punch us out of here or something?" Sasha asked ignoring Romans' brief reminisce.

"They're really starting to get to you aren't they?" Roman knocked more debris out their path, "I thought you were better than that."

"I may not do things the way you do, but I find a way to solve the problem," Sasha rolled her eyes, "and remember Reigns, you only know things about me, but you don't me."

"I know that Seth's turned you into an neurotic insecure mess."

Sasha laughed shaking her head. "Your attempt at picking me is incredibly sad, now please get us out of here."

"Actually, how about I get the hell out of here and leave you to crumble under this debris? Since you're already fragile as it is," Roman suggested.

"You're hurting my feelings," Sasha said sardonically, but giving Roman wonder eyes just in case he really decided to leave her ass in this hole.

"You really are the Queen of shade," Roman cleared the remaining debris that opened the path outside.

"Finally," Sasha said pushing by Roman and climbing out of the dugout. Sasha's eyes widened to the damage around the field. Fire fighters and EMT's were everywhere clearing the area. Otunga's covered body was being hiked onto the stretcher. From afar Sasha could make out the COO's steaming ears-almost in tears as he hovered over his wife and Vince.

She almost felt sorry for him.

Almost.

"And of all the tragedy, you wonder why I try to help you?" Roman stepped behind her.

"I look forward to never seeing you again," Sasha gave the shade Roman had asked for. She knew she would see him regardless, but she could always tune him out and pretend that he wasn't there.

"Sasha!" Becky caught their attention, Sasha went towards her new ally without saying another word to Reigns. "We need to go," Becky continued, "I just got a call from JoJo-serious shit."

The duo headed back to the parking lot and quickly left the the venue. Sasha knocked the remaining debris out of her hair as they sped down the highway.

"What..." Sasha glanced over to Becky who was dusting off a loaded gun, "where the hell did you get that?"

"Swiped it from a cop while you were in the dugout," Becky replied shrugging, "and considering what just went down we're probably about to face the wrath of something bigger than just the Authority."

"Great," Sasha said shaking her head, "hopefully whatever JoJo is about to spill will jump us one step ahead."

"You trust her?" Becky said raising a brow.

Sasha nodded with no hesitation. "Despite me having very few people on that list, I do, she's never wronged me."

Exiting the highway, they turned into a side street passing by milky white condos that shaded beneath the clouds as nightfall sneaked up on them. They followed the coordinates JoJo sent to them turning up into a torn neighborhood with molded buildings and broken sidewalks. Sasha parked behind an abandoned apartment complex-right next to what seemed to be JoJo's sedan . The area was completely dead, not even a stray animal was lurking. Up above JoJo was standing in a window a few stories up; she signaled a look down to them-they quickly headed into the building and took the stairs.

JoJo took a deep breath opening the door for Sasha and Becky. Usually she didn't want to get involved in anything so corrupt, but she wanted to help her friend. Sasha getting this information could relieve her from whatever the Authority had wrapped her in; hopefully before the damage was done, but from the looks of it; it already taken effect.

"Sorry if it took us a bit," Sasha said crossing her arms, "we got caught in a shootout."

JoJo gave a slight nod, knowing all too well that her friend meant that in the most literal terms. "Tampa news is blowing up," JoJo said shaking her head. "What the hell is all of this for..?"

"The only thing I can tell you is power, JoJo," Sasha answered, "It needs to end."

"Well hopefully what I'm about to tell you will help with that," JoJo said feeling a slight betrayal in her gut. She looked at the information without saying anything to Sami and that was eating at her the most. Sasha's eyes gleamed for the information

"Last night...I stumbled upon some information linking the Authority and others on Sami's USB," she cleared her throat, "I didn't have time to read it all before-Sami returned, but I saw enough to know it has a lot of leverage."

"Sami has all of this?" Sasha said shocked, "how in the hell? Why?"

"I don't know," JoJo hopped onto the old kitchen counter, "I knew he had been so focused on something lately, but I didn't know what…"

"I need that USB," Sasha said almost jumping out of her skin, "the tapes are gone, but this is even better."

JoJo sank into herself a little, hearing her friend's jeering tone.

"Were you able to get it?"

"I-I couldn't," JoJo looked to the ground hating the disappointment in her tone.

Sasha to her surprise was calm nodded slightly. "Don't worry about it, I"ll find a way to get it ," she said with confidence glancing over to Becky who nodded in agreement. "We're the only ones who knows he has it-there's no holding us back now."

JoJo nodded feeling some relief, but not enough. "I don't know if he'll just hand it to you that easy, girl." JoJo said in a low tone.

"I wouldn't expect him to," Sasha crossed her arms, "but we have persuasion on our side," Sasha looked as if she was plotting something.

"Sami isn't easily persuaded," JoJo said raising a brow, " he'll hunt you down before you even get a word in about why you need the USB."

"Not if we shoot him first." Sasha's glare turned cold and all of a sudden JoJo didn't see the warm glow from her friend anymore.

"You...you're not meaning literally…" JoJo hopped down from the counter; her stomach fell into a wave. "Sasha, don't please…"

"If he doesn't cooperate, then I may have to," Sasha said closing her eyes, "I need that evidence!"

JoJo was almost too choked for words. "I know you do...and I know it's going help you, but Sami doesn't need to get hurt-he's probably just trying to help."

Sasha shook her head. "And every time someone has tried to help me; it's sent me to a dead end, I'm not settling for anyone else's plan except for my own."

"So when Roman helped you it left you at a dead end? " Jojo shook her head at her friend, "You seem very alive and well to me because of him," she said.

"You're playing games now, JoJo?" Sasha snapped, "you're suppose to support me."

"I do…" JoJo looked down to the cracked tile floor, "but why like this? You're not evil…"

"Aren't I?" Sasha squeezed her fist together, "You can't fight evil with hope or trust. You either get even or get better."

"Being the better evil is not going to solve anything." JoJo pleaded, "please..not like this."

Jojo watched as her friend lingered in her thoughts. What was wrong with her? Brash and bold was her best friend; but evil and selfish? Her personality shifted overnight.

"Fine," Sasha said making Jojo sigh in relief, "I promise I won't hurt him."

Jojo automatically embraced her friend thanking her.

"However, with anyone else, I can't promise you the same," Sasha glanced at her phone, "Do yourself a favor and stay away from this mess."

Sasha returned home just as the sun disappeared. So it was obvious to say that getting the evidence she needed from the stadium didn't quite work out, but thanks to her good friend JoJo's looking out she had another alternative to get out of this mess for good. Sasha yawned as she walked into her apartment, fed her cat, and took a quick shower; she threw on some flannel lounging pants and a NXT tank top Though she hadn't slept in nearly two days; she didn't feel tired at all. Maybe she was having the adverse effect from lack of sleep. Either way she was going to team up with two Benadryl and a bottle of cinnamon smirnoff.

It took her a moment to process everything that had went down today.

There were many things in life as human being that were completely frowned upon.

And god damn she was feeling as if she becoming all of those things.

Shit was really fucked up; and now so was she.

What else was she suppose to do? Sit around and wait for things to be good again? Sure she understood that Reigns wanted to help her, but him being too focused on playing hero kept him from seeing the bigger picture. She'd put her trust in too many people and it left her nowhere. Taking things into her own control was the only way-even if it meant she had to make regretful fucking decisions.

It was the only way to survive.

It didn't matter. She may be selfish now, but in the long run people would be thanking her, but right now she was ready to call it a night. Just as she dropped on to the couch to get comfortable, there was repeated, loud rap at the door. She let out a long sigh before taking a swing of the smirnoff. Like hell she was going to answer her door with glory. It was still hot from all the chaos and honestly she wouldn't be surprised if someone was already on the bounty for her.

She went to the door anyway and glanced through the peephole hoping that her eye wouldn't get shot out the socket—and was a little unsettled to see Hugo Knox standing outside looking like a statue. Sasha reluctantly opened the door.

To say that Bill DeMott was just like a hot-headed military drill instructor would be an understatement of the century. This guy was the head trainer at the WWE Performance Center and didn't take any crap from anybody, whether you were an experienced wrestler with 10 years of experience on the indies, or if you were some hotshot college athlete from the gridiron just transferring in. Everybody was on the same level in DeMott's eyes, and he would treat them as such. Unfortunately for them, he didn't exactly treat them well.

Where others called it rash and rigorous unfair training, he called it tough love, saying that people that crumbled under the pressure and under his training were nothing more than 'soft, melted cookies' and had no business being in a wrestling ring. His punishments weren't exactly crowd pleasers either. Once, when Angelo Dawkins was tardy by 2 minutes to a mandatory meeting, DeMott made Angelo run the ropes for two straight hours, and by the time he had finished, Angelo had blisters all over his arms and back. He was never late again after that.

There were times when DeMott would call in everybody for a mandatory meeting on a Sunday, the one day all NXT stars had off during the week, to the dismay of many. And today was one of those days for the NXT roster unfortunately. All of the wrestlers pulled up to the Performance Center in their cars, some carpooling with others. The NXT champion Adrian Neville was the last to arrive, with the USB drive still in his pocket for some odd reason. He walked into the building and took a seat next to JoJo, who had Sami Zayn on her right.

Bill DeMott studied all of his wrestlers, making sure everybody was there. Neville, Zayn, the Ascension, Kalisto, Sin Cara, the Vaudevillains, Becky Lynch, Alexa Bliss, Charlotte, and even the new guys Hideo Itami, Finn Balor, and Kevin Owens had shown up. "Is that everybody? I think everybody's all here now," DeMott said, but Charlotte raised her hand.

"All due respect sir, but I don't think Sasha Banks is here. That, or after all that's recently happened, she's decided not to show her face-" Charlotte stated but the intense trainer waived her off. "With all due respect Charlotte, nobody likes a fucking snitch so shut the hell up," DeMott stated, but then added, "when I see her again though, if she wants to keep her title shot for the next NXT special she's gonna be running those damn ropes...a hell of a lot."

A small smug smile made its way onto the second generation Flair's face as DeMott refocused his attention on everybody else. "Alright now everybody listen up! Now as you know, the founder of the greatest wrestling company in the world is dead. Vince McMahon has been taken from us and is now gone forever, but the blood, sweat, and tears he put into this business still flow strong and will continue to flow through every last one of you until the end of your careers!" DeMott shouted, pacing back and forth.

"It's a damn shame what happened to Hunter and Stephanie, taking an unborn child from this world," DeMott said, fixating his gaze on the masked Sin Cara, not fazing the luchador in the slightest. "It's one of the worst things a parent has to endure, which brings to my next point. I have information from reliable sources stating to me that one of you is responsible for playing a part in recent events," he continued.

"Can you just tell us already and get to the point?" Tyler Breeze complained, checking his hair on the camera of his iPhone 6. Enraged, the trainer slapped the fucking phone from out of Tyler's grasp and it went flying into the hand of one Bull Dempsey, who crushed it with a intimidating look on his face. DeMott turned his attention back to Breeze, lifting him up by the collar of his shirt, before tossing him into the Vaudevillains. "I'm going find out exactly which one of you rats has been leaking information from the Authority and then I'm going to surgically remove your head from your shoulders with my bare fucking hands!"

As DeMott turned his attention to Tyson Kidd, he glared. "I'm think I'm gonna start with you Kidd, you cat loving freak," he declared, but his intentions were cut off when the most unexpected of unexpected guests appeared through the doors

WWE World Heavyweight Champion Brock Lesnar.

"I'm Brock Lesnar. One of you has got something that belongs to my friend, and I'm here to take it back," Brock said, rolling his shoulders back and forth ready for some action. DeMott looked at the Beast as if he were crazy and threw a water bottle at him. "Get your ass out of here! You know damn well you're not welcome here!" Brock only grinned as he picked up the water bottle and finished what was left of it.

"I was hoping one of you would be dumb enough to do that. Now I'm gonna tear this place apart until I find what I'm looking for," Brock said, and right after that, he picked up a sandbag and threw it at Bill DeMott, who was sent flying through a wall and didn't get back up. "I'm an ass kicker!" Brock screamed, unleashing his battle cry.

The Ascension, the most dominant tag team down in NXT went at Lesnar first, attempting their tag team finisher Fall of Man, but instead Brock's fist connected with Konnor's face, sending him flying into a pile of folding chairs. His foot crushed Viktor's head into the ground, stomping it multiple times into the ground, until multiple gash wounds opened up in his head. Brock grabbed him and threw him outside into the parking lot.

Konnor tried to come back at Brock with another assault, but was met with a groin shot for his efforts. Not satisfied with Konnor's pain, Brock proceeded to deliver multiple nut shots to Konnor until he finally saw streams of hot tears emerge from his enemy's eyes and a sick, cruel smile crossed Brock's face. "You're a bitch. Quit wearing eyeliner," he stated.

As Brock began to make his way over to the lockers, the tag team champions, the Lucha Dragons came flying at Brock from one of the performance center rings, successfully knocking him down on his back for a grand total of 3 seconds. The World champion screamed. picking up one of the weight bars, and swinging in barbaric fashion, succeeded in knocking Sin Cara's head in nearly the other direction as he fell to the ground, lifeless.

Brock turned his attention to Kalisto and a snare elicited an unhappy response. "You remind me of Rey Mysterio. I hated that guy," Brock said as he swung ferociously at Kalisto unable to land a single blow on the rapidly fast luchador. Pissed off at his high flying foe, Brock took a couple of mats and started dusting them everywhere, making it extremely hard to breathe and see for Kalisto, especially in the mask. And by the time dust cleared, he was being speared by the Beast. Lifting him up, Brock bear-hugged Kalisto until with one final squeeze, he seemingly broke the tag champion's spine, and tossed him to the ground.

"You guys could make this a lot easier on yourselves! Just give me what I came for and I can go! Don't make me do something you'll regret!" Brock shouted, but the bold NXT Women's Champion delivered a smack to the face of Brock. He simply shook his head at her, and without a moment's hesitation, delivered an F-5 to Charlotte onto the steel steps, busting her open. "I'm not above hitting women. You should see what I did to Stephanie back in the day. And your old man," Brock cockily shrugged before coming face to face with Bull Dempsey.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Bull roared, attempting to ram his head into the chest of Lesnar, but he caught and held his head in a headlock before pulling out a screwdriver. "I was always quite the handyman," he said before driving it straight into the forehead of Bull Dempsey, carving his initials with the tool of destruction as the agonizing cries from Bull were music to Brock's ears. He left the screwdriver in Bull's open wound so that he could feel the burn.

"You got anything you wanna say new guys?" Brock said, looking towards Hideo Itami, Finn Balor, and Kevin Owens. The three of them glared at the Beast, but didn't so much as move a muscle. "You guys would be wise not to get involved in something you don't know shit about," Brock warned.

"The only pile of shit I see here is our crappy world champion," Owens said, before walking out of the arena. "This was a waste of time to come here tonight."

"You guys should join him; I wouldn't wanna be here and get my ass kicked by Brock Lesnar either," Brock warned, and while Hideo tried to move forward to attack Brock, Finn held him back. "Not here, not now," he hissed quietly. Hideo calmed himself down and Brock allowed the duo to exit the Performance Center.

"The rest of you aren't going anywhere until I get what I'm looking for!" Brock yelled. DeMott was starting to awaken, but one swift kick from Brock to his head knocked out the head trainer for good. Brock started to rip the equipment apart, tearing locker doors off, and tearing the ring ropes off.

Enzo and Kass made their best attempt to try and stop Brock, but he tangled both of their throats in the ring ropes and choked them out. Carmella wisely backed down and elected to leave before Brock elected to put a hand on her as well. "There's not very many of you left around here, and I want my USB drive!" Brock yelled. JoJo quickly darted a look to Sami, nervous as hell at the moment.

"Sami, give him the drive," JoJo whispered with haste, causing Sami to raise his eyebrows in surprising fashion. "Not another word JoJo. We'll talk about this later," Sami hushed. Adrian looked on in surprise well. "Sami, we have to give him the drive!" Adrian said in a hushed whisper as they watched Brock literally rip out the hair of Tyler Breeze.

Sami reluctantly shook his head, digging in his pockets for the drive. "I can't believe you two know about this," he said, as if his trust had been betrayed. "Shit, it's not in my pocket. I thought I had it," Sami thought, but Adrian shook his head. "Now you're gonna get us all killed."

Brock had just finished breaking the arms of the Vaudevillains with his Kimura Lock, and turned his attention to Bayley, who actually had the nerve to stand up to Brock Lesnar, even if she was shivering in complete fear. "Well isn't this cute? Hey little girl, get out my fucking way before you get hurt," Brock warned. Bayley stood her ground, still shivering. "N-no."

Brock studied the barely defiant diva, before laughing his ass off. "Did you just piss yourself?" Brock laughed some more before his face became serious. "Drop your pants now," he commanded. When she refused, Brock stomped the ground and screamed in her face, she quickly complied and dropped her pants, bottoms and all. And in literal glistening glory, Bayley had indeed wet herself.

Brock pulled out his phone and quickly snapshotted a picture. "You're gonna be the laughing stock of the Internet, now," he said. "Now get out of my way," Brock said, shoving her aside and zoning in on Sami, JoJo, and Neville. "Well you three are the only ones left, so let's do this already! Hand over the fucking drive!" Brock screamed.

Sami stepped in front of JoJo masking her from danger. Adrian doing the same stood by Sami facing the last wrath of one Brock Lesnar.

Brock scanning the both of them noticed their shielding to JoJo. He studied them like simple prey. Sami and Adrian kept their poker gazes in sight. JoJo looking to the floor teary eyed and frightened held on to Sami tight; Adrian glanced over with a bit dismay. "JoJo, run," Sami demanded before he and Adrian both quickly grazed attacked on Lesnar. Lesnar monstered back at them taking out Adrian first.

JoJo hesitated, running towards the door and pushing outside to the parking lot. She gasped catching her breath as her heart dropped onto the ground. She couldn't just leave Sami and Adrian or anyone else in there.

She searched for anything near by-finding a crow bar near by she scooped up and headed back towards the center.

When she opened the door she was too late. Brock had taken out Sami; leaving him barely able to move. JoJo swung the bar at Lesnar, but Lesnar caught it with one hand channeling his strength and pulling her and it towards him. JoJo stumbled to the ground, but Brock caught her by her long curly locks, raising her up to his face and inhaling the scent of her hair

"When someone doesn't give me what I want, I take something of theirs until they comply," Brock gritted through his sadistic smile. JoJo struggled to get out of his grip, but Brock delivered a vicious headbut knocking her unconcious.

"Poor, innocent, girl." Brock screeched, hiking JoJo over his shoulder carrying her out of the center.

Barely able to move a muscle; the last thing Sami heard was a car door close, speeding off into the night.

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