I apologize for not updating the story as often as I projected. As I have said, I work in writing and publishing and have been booked with many work projects. I've gotten burned out a little bit and took time for lighter stories. But I am still committed to bringing the story to a close by the end of the year, so I promise to update more often. Thank you so much for your responses!
Showers and showers of boos pelted wrestling's power couple as they came on screen. Triple H and Stephanie McMahon just finished giving each other an Eskimo kiss, much to the general disgust of the Atlantans in attendance for RAW.
The COO and principal owner of WWE turned away from each other, facing someone off camera.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. So what's up?" Triple H asked.
The camera panned to an irate-looking Sami Zayn, who clenched his fists and shook.
"I want Wyatt. In that ring. RIGHT. NOW." Zayn answered.
"Join the club, Sami," McMahon said.
"She's right," Triple H added. "We've already got one unhinged lunatic going after Bray Wyatt at all hours of the day. We don't need someone else running around like a madman..."
The door flung open as Triple H spoke.
"Speak of the devil," he sighed as Dean Ambrose stepped into the room.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, boy?" McMahon snarled. "Don't you know how to knock?"
"No no no, Steph. It's okay," her husband interrupted. "Let me guess. Bray Wyatt."
"You're damn right," Ambrose growled. "Sami, I like ya, but step aside."
"Don't you tell me my business!" Zayn retorted. The two got in each other's faces.
"Hey! Cool it!" Triple H shouted, breaking the two apart. "I've got enough on my plate without the nuthouse opening up! Survivor Series is in six days, and we're going to make it a success!"
"Look," the Billion Dollar Princess began, regaining her composure. "We know you two want to get your hands on Bray Wyatt. Two young guns looking to make their mark. You may find your spot at our Pay Per View yet, but let's make a compromise."
Ambrose and Zayn eyed her curiously. Triple H smiled.
"I got it. How about you two team up tonight...against Harper and Rowan of the Wyatt Family?"
The two young wrestlers nodded and turned to leave. McMahon stepped toward Triple H and smiled.
"That was easy," she said. Triple H just chuckled.
"Such control," Zayn thought to himself. The Canadian grappler stood on the apron, eyeing Ambrose as he stomped on Harper's back and slowly bent over to hook his hands in Harper's mouth, wrenching back. Zayn took his eyes off of the two in the ring to gaze at Rowan in the opposite corner. The bald man with the fiery facial hair simply smiled as muffled screams came from the ring.
Zayn snapped his eyes back to the action and saw Harper gator-rolling the Lunatic Fringe around the mat. Harper had pushed his adversary to his corner and, standing on Ambrose's wild locks, tagged in Rowan. Everything had happened so fast.
Rowan began his assault, picking up Ambrose and press slamming him to the mat. After a failed cover, he slapped on a rear chinlock, a wrestling standby.
The crowd began to clap in a rallying effort while Zayn stomped on the stairs. Ambrose's face contorted in pain as the pressure to his jaw intensified; Rowan's face became equally as harried. He lifted his hands only for a second as he applied the double fists to Ambrose's temples, but not to the total effect he wanted. Ambrose took Rowan's beefy arms and began to wrench them away as he rose to his feet. He finally landed a front push kick to Rowan's midsection before Harper blasted him from behind.
The crowd responded to Harper's sneak attack with a shower of boos, you sucks, and aw mans. As Ambrose buckled and the referee tried to buffer Harper back, Zayn leapt to the top rope and catapulted himself into a distracted Rowan with a missile dropkick. The burly psycho tumbled through the ropes at the regular camera side, falling on his shoulder and groaning.
Harper was momentarily stunned due to the scene, but was immediately felled by Ambrose's catapult clothesline. Ambrose struck his own face repeatedly, flinging perspiration all over the ring. He formed his fingers into a pistol shape, firing a metaphorical death shot into Harper as he fumbled about in pain. He shot a glance at Zayn and nodded, and with that, Zayn ran the ropes and performed a perfect senton flip over the ropes and onto Rowan's chest cavity.
Harper didn't see the action around him this time. Ambrose locked his greasy head under his arm and swung back, crushing the trucker's face with his new double-arm DDT.
"One! Two! Three!"
The referee counted the victory and the Georgia Dome erupted as Zayn and Ambrose were declared the winners.
"Now that's what you call a barn burner!" JBL called.
"Dean Ambrose and Sami Zayn! What a match..." Cole began. As he spoke, the lights shut off, drenching the arena in that familiar blackness. The lights flickered on again, and Bray Wyatt stood atop the announcer's table.
"What the hell?" Lawler uttered, the other announcers speechless.
Wyatt stood silent, a sick grin curling his lips. Ambrose kneeled and held his ribs, but not before calling out to his rival.
"Get over. Get over here you bastard!" Ambrose rasped through his teeth.
Wyatt laughed as Harper amble over to his leader. He pointed straight at the ramp, and Ambrose turned and gasped.
Rowan was beginning to get up while Zayn locked his eyes on Wyatt. Before Zayn could move, he plummeted face first to the floor. Behind him was Rusev, who had just thrown a huge side kick to the back of Zayn's head.
Ambrose started to make his way to fight the Bulgarian Brute, tying up with him as he made it to the ropes. The offense was short-lived, though; Wyatt grabbed Ambrose from behind and dropped him with a loose urinage slam. Both men began to stomp on Ambrose as Rowan stood guard, his foot on Zayn's back, Harper was still dazed from the new Dirty Deeds DDT.
The usual negative reaction and audience catcalling had filled the arena once again, and like most brawls turned to cheers again as help arrived. As the assault continued, O'Neil and Slater rushed down the ramp and bowled Rowan over. Rusev and Wyatt met Slater Gator head-on as the new crowd favorites hit the ring, swinging with wild fists. After a momentary tussle, Rusev fell through the ropes after a fallaway slam from O'Neil and a heel kick from Slater. Wyatt rolled out of harm's way after Ambrose leveled him with a Lou Thez press.
"The whole loony bin has emptied in Atlanta!" JBL yelled at the desk.
"A powder keg has exploded here on Monday Night RAW! Amazing!" Cole added.
Rusev and the Wyatts doubled back as Zayn crawled back into the ring and was helped to his feet by the three heroes. Rusev cursed in his native tongue, Harper and Rowan glared at their opposition, and Wyatt couldn't help but smile. Meanwhile, the babyfaces kept challenging the heels to come in and fight again, Ambrose's music hitting the air.
Backstage, Triple H and Stephanie McMahon were all smiles as well. Both of them looked at each other, happy that their plan had gone so well.