AN: So, here we are with chapter eleven! I have to say this is now definitely may favourite chapter of my story. I really put my heart and soul into it. I've covered quite a lot this chapter too.

Well, not much else to say but that I hope you like it!

Enjoy!

Chapter Eleven

"The damn bitch knows something. I can see it in her eyes. She's lying, Steph," Hunter huffed as he began to walk back towards the room.

"I know she is, but there's no way she's going to tell us, then we need to figure out the best way of getting it out of her. She's clearly not going to tell us anymore, so there's no point of going back in there because you'll just end up with the same result."

The COO wasn't listening. His main focus was getting as much information as possible. And if that meant asking someone who was still half-drugged up with morphine then so be it. He didn't care about anything else right now. The only person that came to mind was CM Punk, but why on earth would the former champion attack an NXT Diva? This was more than just a random attempt on someone who worked for the company. It was a statement to him, or at least that's how he saw it. Punk was clearly wanted his attention and he had no idea why. Well, he had succeeded but he was definitely going to feel the wrath of The Game.

"I hate it when you're right," he grimaced, as Stephanie walked past him.

"I'm your wife, I'm always right," replied the Billion Dollar Princess as she made her towards the exit.

Rolling his eyes, Hunter gestured for Kane, Jamie Noble and Joey Mercury to wait. He turned to glance back to see if Steph was still walking and pulled them into an empty room.

"Okay, so you know what to do?" he asked, as he closed the door, locking to make sure that no one would disturb them.

The three nodded and went to leave the room, but Hunter gestured for them to wait.

"And whatever you do, do not get caught and make sure that this has no way of getting back to me, or else you'll find yourselves working in a local Wendy's before you can even apologise. No get out of here."

The three henchmen quickly left the room and headed down the corridor, pressing the button for the lift. Hunter waited until they had entered the small box and decided to take the stairs. Thankfully, they were only a few floors up but that didn't matter. He knew Stephanie was going to ask what he was doing and he figured he'd tell her later when they were at home. He couldn't afford to have anyone eavesdrop on their plans. This had to stay between them. His main focus right now was finding that son of a bitch CM Punk, and making him pay for taking out one of his top NXT Divas.

July 21st – Monday Night Raw – Southern Florida

Backstage Fallout

"It was coming, I told her, Eden," Paige began, spitting the reporter's name, "I told her it was my house and she didn't believe me, 'kay? She did not believe a word I said and I told her not to underestimate me, okay, so before I get angry with you I'm going to walk away and enjoy the rest of my night, okay pumpkin? Alright and I really enjoy the skipping thing it's actually very exciting, you should try it out 'kay?"

She had to admit it was pretty nice, skipping away down the hall without a care in the world. There was something about the mode of transportation that was very liberating. Of course, in retrospect of what had just happened Paige was now going to be hated by everyone around her, not that it bothered her. She was done with being underestimated by the pint-sized Diva who was now holding her championship. The one thing that had been taken from her. It was as she had told AJ as she threw the Diva's champion into one of the poles outside of the ring it was her house. Just as she had done time and time again. No more being pushed aside, no more letting others try and take what was hers. This was Paige's time now and she was going to show everyone exactly why this was her house.

She skipped down the hallway and headed back into her dressing room. As she closed the door behind her, she saw the file that Nikki had tried to give her back in Boston, the night after Money In The Bank. Sighing, she picked it up and threw it on the coffee table in the middle of the room as she headed into the shower, emerging ten minutes in a pair of jeans, Doc Martins and a black "Think Again" t-shirt. Whoever said you couldn't wear your own merch when you weren't on TV? She swung her damp hair over one shoulder and picked up her phone, pulling up Instagram.

"What the fuck?" she shrieked, biting her fist to resist the urge of launching her phone across the room.

Of course, the first picture that had to be on her news feed was a picture of Seth with none other than the Diva she had taken out a few weeks ago and former best friend, Sasha Banks. It was only a few days before that did The Bo$$ upload a picture of herself and Roman at the exact same place. Paige stood up and stormed for the door, stopping herself and she realised what Seth was doing. He didn't need to tell her, but it was pretty clear. He was getting at Roman, what he hadn't realised was that he was pissing her off too. The young Brit made a mental note to make Sasha pay later and glanced over at the file on the coffee table.

"This girl just doesn't know when to quit, huh?"

She knew that Seth was working with The Authority and sure, she could understand why, but she didn't need them. She was the kind of woman who did things on her own. Perhaps, if their goals ever happened to cross then maybe but at the current moment, not right now.

She picked up the file and opened it, quickly scanning the details and burst into laughter.

"Nice try, but nope," she said to herself, closing the file.

Paige stood up and headed over to her bag pulling out a leaflet she had picked up a few days ago after leaving a salon. She figured it would be the perfect way of telling the Diva to piss off and leave her alone. She slipped the leaflet into the file, picked up her bag and headed into the hall, catching a stage hand who was walking by.

"Hey, can you give this to Nikki for me?" she asked, holding out the file.

The stage hand nodded and began to head down the hall.

"Actually, do you know I think I'll give it to her myself. I think it'll be better coming from me."

Taking back the file, the young Brit skipped off down the hall in search of the Fearless Diva. She found her with her sister, Brie, sitting at a table in Catering. Coming to a stop, Paige couldn't help but smile as she made her way over to the two Divas.

"Hey Nikki, I figured that I might give this back to you seeing as you clearly didn't get the message the first time," Paige told her as she dropped the file in the middle of the table.

The brunette frowned as she looked at the file before raising her head to look at the Diva standing in front of her.

"What is this?" Nikki asked, a little annoyed.

"My answer," Paige replied, skipping off down the hall.

Frowning the oldest of two sisters, opened the file and caught sight of the leaflet Paige had slipped into the file earlier.

"Is she serious?" Nikki shrieked, seizing the piece of paper, "Where did she go?"

"Why? What is that?" Brie asked, looking at the leaflet her sister was holding.

It was for breast reduction surgery. On the front Paige had written, "Maybe you should downsize first before you ask me."

"It's goddamn joke that's not funny. She better make sure she stays away from me. Because I'll be sure to rip every single hair out of her vampire head!"

Nikki slammed the leaflet on the table and let out a guttural shriek that made half of the roster in the catering to jump out of their skin. Curtis Axel, who was sitting at a table with Zack Ryder and Kofi Kingston, spilt his coffee down his gear; he jumped up, a wild painful shriek erupting into the area. Layla, who was fixing her make-up, ended up with a stripe of lipstick across her face making her look like The Joker as Nikki stormed off down the hall.

"What's her problem?" Wade asked as he walked past their table.

Brie just shook her head as the Bad News anchor picked up the leaflet and burst into laughter. He knew exactly who had left it for her and why. It wasn't that long ago that he had been dealt with by The Authority.

"Well, it's not everyday someone asks you to downsize," he laughed, handing the leaflet back to Brie, "I think you might want to make sure she gets it."

Disgusted, Brie screwed up the leaflet and threw it at the former Intercontinental champion. She stood up and almost killed him with the look in her eyes before following her sister.

"Exhilarating," Seth answered, "There's something about knowing that I was the one behind that that just excites me. It makes the hair on my arms stand up, and while most people associate that with fear, I call it excitement. I was one the responsible for that. No one else can say they crushed the skull of Dean Ambrose into a pile of cinder blocks in front of the entire world. No one."

"So there wasn't a part of you that thought maybe you shouldn't do this? I mean, you could have potentially killed hi-"

"Are you trying to say that I didn't know what could have happened?" Seth interrupted, "What, that I was stupid enough to mess it up?"

Peter held up his hands, quickly shaking his head.

"No, no, not at all. I'm just curious as to why you wanted to in-"

"Inflict some much damage. I did more than just that, Peter," Seth interrupted again, spitting the radio personality's name, "I fucked him up. Did you not hear the crack as I pummelled him into those blocks? Words can't describe how that feels. When you are in so much control in the way that I was that night you'll understand. To literally have someone's life in the palm of your hand is, as I said before, exhilarating."

The silence in the room made Seth laugh as he looked at the fear in the faces of the crew in the studio. It was odd to think that only 48 hours ago he had defeated Dean in yet another Pay-Per-view, of course he had help that he did not need. Something that he made sure Kane knew about when they went back stage.

"Relax, I won't Curbstomp anyone, you have to be in my way first," he smiled.

"Why don't we, urm, play another song and then we'll come back for some more questions with WWE's Mr Money in the Bank Seth Rollins," Pete said as he played The Pretender by The Foo Fighters for his listeners. Seth took a sip from the coffee he had requested and thought back to everything the moment two nights ago when he had shocked the world yet again. Yet again, he had shown the WWE Universe and those backstage that he was serious about staying on top. That he wasn't just a pretty face who had stabbed his brothers in the back. He was a dangerous man who wasn't to be messed around with. And that was exactly what Dean had done.

The Lunatic Fringe had played with him, turned him into a paranoid freak. He couldn't walk out of his own hotel room without thinking Dean was lurking behind him. Every kiss, hug or touch Paige had given him, he flinched. He had almost hit her a while back because of the way she had entered their hotel room that night. It was beginning to ruin his relationship, and Seth wasn't having that. But what really did it was the day Dean had stolen Seth's briefcase. The former US champion thought he had the nerve to steal it! Seth had earned that through a serious amount of hard work and determination. Sure, The Authority gave him an extra boost, but only a little. Everything else, he did on his own. Of his own accord and the briefcase was the inanimate proof of that. He knew that he needed to take action.

"I'm Peter Rosenberg and you're listening to The Peter Rosenberg Show. We're here with WWE's Mr Money in the Bank himself, Seth Rollins," Peter said as the song faded out, "Now, I'm curious, what happened with Battleground and the whole forfeit situation? Were you ever going to compete?"

Seth frowned, and sat back in his chair, folding his arms.

"Of course, I was going to compete," Seth replied, offended, "I'm a pro-wrestler, Peter, that's what I do. It's what we're trained to do. We live, eat and breathe wrestling. I wasn't the one who tried to play smart that night."

July 20th - Battleground – Tampa, Florida

The smile on Seth's face told the crowd everything they needed to know. There wasn't going to be a match. Dean had, unsurprisingly, to Seth decided to do a no-show. It angered the WWE Universe more than it did the Davenport native. He knew he was going to win, that wasn't what bugged him, but at the same time, he did want to get his hands on unstable lunatic he had once called his brother. He wanted to show him what happens when you try to take him out. Payback doesn't exist in Seth's mind and it never will. What he did the night after the Pay-Per-View back in June wasn't payback. Oh no, it was simply him just seizing an opportunity, plain and simple. No payback related vendettas…okay, well, maybe a tiny part of it was payback but nothing major. Yet, here was Dean still trying to get his hands on the Davenport native to beat the crap out of him. Seth had to laugh. Dean didn't seem like the type of man to hold grudges, but his actions in the past month had told him opposite. Dean wasn't just crazy or a man who needed to be sectioned as soon as the next bed was available; he was someone who had trouble letting go things.

The young briefcase holder didn't know why it hadn't him back when they were The Shield. If ever they had an argument about something Dean wouldn't talk for days, and the day he lost his US title in the Battle Royal was something else entirely. The man couldn't stop going on about it for weeks. At the time it was very subtle, the odd mention here and there, but even so. It was just another thing to add to the list of why Seth needed to get out of that stable.

Making his way down the ramp, briefcase in hand, Seth stopped just opposite the ring. He was pissed off. He had already been attacked by Dean tonight. The man never seemed to be able to wait. It was a wonder he managed to last waiting at Pay-Per-Views beforehand. He was always so impatient. Seth stepped into the ring, picking up the microphone on top of the steel steps as Justin Roberts announced the start of the match.

"Since my opponent has so very irresponsibly been ejected from the building, I have come out here to accept my victory via forfeit," Seth smirked, happy despite what had happened to him less than 30 minutes ago, "I wanna be announced, I wanna be announced as the winner and I want my hand raised, do you understand that?"

Justin looked over at the ref who quickly nodded, telling Justin to do as Seth had instructed.

"Do you understand that?" Seth repeated, "He's not coming out here, come on, announce me as the winner."

Dropping the mic, Seth stood in the middle of the ring while the ref took hold of his arm, looking at Justin giving him the signal to end the match.

"Ladies and gentleman, as a result of a forfeit, here is your winner, Seth Rollins."

The former tag team champion raised his hands in the air, heading over to the turnbuckle to raise the briefcase above his head, a sly smirk all over his face. He was 1-0. He left the ring seconds later, only to be attacked by Dean, who had somehow escaped the guys who had escorted him out of the building moments earlier.

He threw Seth into one of the barricades and jumped on him again. Seth didn't know what to do. Dean wasn't giving him the chance to fight. All Seth could do was hold his hands over his head and take each and every punch that Dean was giving him. He finally managed to get some offence as they made their way through the crowd after Dean left an opening, allowing The Architect to capitalise with a kick to his gut. He then quickly jumped up and threw Dean over the barricade, but any other chance Seth had to get his chance after Dean's unruly ambush was short-lived. As Seth climbed the barrier, Dean grabbed his head and threw him onto the announce table. Seth yelped in pain, Dean pounced again. Let out another load of punches. If anyone needed any proof that Dean was crazy, this was it. Their fight continued all the way back up towards the titantron, after 6 men had to carry Dean out of the arena. By the time, Triple H intervened, Seth was fuming. Not only was Dean a crazy grudge holder, he was now some lunatic wild animal who couldn't deal with losing a match that never happened.

"I'm the winner!" he shouted, as Hunter raised his arm in the air after Dean had been taken away.

And he was right. The fact remained, at the end of the day, Seth was Mr Money in the Bank and soon he was going to be WWE World Heavyweight champion.

"Have you ever been so frustrated with someone that all you want to do is cause them so much pain so that they never want to even come near you again?"

Peter shook his head.

"Well, I have. That's how I felt that night, Peter. It wasn't just frustration with the fact Dean couldn't deal with losing. It was the way he had been messing with my life. I had turned into this paranoid freak, I was vulnerable and I don't ever like feeling like that. Because that's when you're at the point when you can easily be taken out. And there was no way in hell; I was going to let Dean crazed, lunatic, freak ball Ambrose takes me out. That was my job. That's what I do. I take people out. If you're standing in my way, I will take you out."

Seth paused, allowing what he had just said to resonate with those in the room. He took another sip of his coffee and pulled the briefcase onto his lap.

"You see this? This is what all of this has been for. An opportunity, you think Dean Ambrose would take an opportunity like I did? Of course not, he's a crazy motherfucker who should be sectioned. And Roman, well, he's too busy juggling a bank problem with a widow who's lost it. I don't even think he knows what's going on in his life half the time, if I'm honest. Fact is I was the only one with the balls to do what I did, and look at me, Peter. I'm standing tall, and the best thing is I even have something to show for it. Do you see Roman with this briefcase? Nope, course not. Do you see Dean with this case? Hell no! And you probably never will."

"So what would you say was the cause of all this? You've spoken about your feelings about The Shield as you started to take off and become known as one of the greatest stables in the history of the WWE. Did they influence your decisions?"

"Of course, they fucking did. I didn't think this through lightly, you know. I don't just jump in heads first and then think later. Why else do you think I'm called The Architect?" Seth asked, quickly downing the rest of his coffee as Peter asked another question.

"So, essentially what you're saying is that you are a man who is at the centre of every equation?"

"You're damn right I am. I don't need J & J security. They just help me from time to time. A lot of people think I don't get pissed off with them, but I do. Believe me, I do. I was The Shield. I created them, I planned the matches, the gear, and I destroyed them. With this little baby right here, I can cash in at any time and that puts me at the heart of the WWE World Heavyweight title. Wherever it goes, I go too. I have my eye on it at all times. I'm like an eagle, just waiting. But do you want to know how I really got here?"

Peter nodded as Seth sat back and reached into his pocket, pulling out a coin.

"This," he stated, flipping it between his fingers, "This little baby right here changed my fate. All with one simple flick, and do you know, Peter; I don't regret it at all."

"Now, let's get on to the unfortunate news of the death of Vince McMahon, the chairman of your company. There's rumours that his death had been planned by Triple H and Stephanie, something that had been in the works for mon-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you trying to accuse Triple H and Stephanie McMahon of being murderers?" Seth interrupted, his voice rising a little.

"No, of course not! I just thought that now would be a good time to ask so that we can quell the rumours, once and for all you know?"

"Do you think I'm stupid? That I'm really going to go believe that? Why don't you just tell the truth? You're asking me because you think I'm going slip and confirm that their some crazy killers so that it will make for good entertainment and have a massive shock value and gain you more listeners. Man, you gotta work harder than that. That's terrible, man."

The radio presenter shuffled in his seat, clearly nervous by the tone Seth was taking with him. The two-toned superstar looked like he was going to pounce and kill him. He looked at Seth and was surprised to see shock and a look of disbelief on his face. It was beginning to make him doubt that the rumours and the information he had gathered to do with this entire situation were lies.

"Listen, Vince's death was a sad time for all of us at the company, NXT stars included, okay. Just let the man rest in peace," Seth stated, in a tone that pretty much declared it was the end of that subject.

An awkward silence passed and Peter decided to use the time to put on another song. This time it was "You Make Me Sick" by Egypt Central. As the song played through the studio, Seth thought back to the events as the Boston stadium and the crazy events of that day.

Paige pulled her rental to a stop across the road the post office and pulled her long hair into a ponytail. She couldn't stay here for long. The less time she spent here the better. She opened up the glove compartment and tried looking for some paper, but all she could find was a napkin from a restaurant Seth had taken her to, three days ago.

"Dammit," she exclaimed, sighing.

She quickly scribbled down the information Seth had texted her, with a pen she had in her bag and slipped the napkin into her back pocket. Pulling up the hood of Seth's hoodie she had borrowed, the young Brit stepped out of the car and jogged across the road entering the small building. She had decided to go for an all-black look just so it kept more incognito. She stepped into the small building, and headed over to the line for one of the counters, keeping her head down so any of the CCTV cameras wouldn't catch her face.

"Hi there," the lady behind the counter greeted as she stepped up to the counter, "How can I help you?"

Without saying a word, Paige turned her back slightly so she was out of view of the security camera and slipped the napkin across the counter. The lady frowned, turning the napkin over and then picked it up.

"I'll just go get this for you and be right back," the lady smiled, slipping into the mailroom.

She returned a few moments later a small box in her head. Paige nodded in thanks, snatched the box out of her hands and headed straight to her car. She hated post offices, there as something about that put her on edge. She wasn't sure what, but even so she felt unnerved. She pulled out her phone and went to text Seth, but decided to get back to the hotel and text him once she was done. She threw the box onto the passenger seat and started up the engine, turning on the road she drove off down the road, the post office fading out of sight as she made her way back to the hotel to finish her errands.

"Mr R will collect this later," she smiled, handing over the bag.

The concierge nodded and headed back into a room behind the desk to put the box away while Paige headed towards the lifts. She wanted to go for a swim, it was pretty hot today and she was going to take advantage of the heat as much as she could. Part of her was a little annoyed that Seth hadn't want to take her to the baseball stadium, even more so when he wouldn't tell her why. She knew he wasn't cheating on her, she could tell when he was lying to her. Something he never did. But, something seemed dodgy. It had her worried, and a little frustrated. She pulled out her phone and quickly sent a text to Seth.

It's done. P x

Thanks. I'll be back soon. S x

Enjoy the baseball game. P x

Just as she sent the text message, she could hear two women laughing behind her. She already knew who it was. She turned to see Nikki and Brie Bella making their way across the lobby, arm-in-arm, probably off on some stupid shopping trip. It seemed to be all they ever did; that and gloating about how perfect their lives were. Nikki caught sight of the former Diva's champion and scowled.

"I take it the leaflet I gave you hasn't helped you decide yet?" Paige asked, through a sly smile.

"No, but it didn't help me to buy in somewhere else, actually. So I should thank you, but I don't have the time," Nikki said before walking out of hotel.

"Bitch," Paige mumbled under her breath as the doors the lift opened and the she stepped inside.

As the doors closed, her phone pinged and she smiled as she read Seth's reply.

Oh trust me I will. S x

She smiled and slipped her phone into her pocket as the lift began to ascend, unbeknownst to the fact that Nikki was going to be meeting with the man she had just pretty much risked her for.

Tampa Rays Stadium – Tampa, Florida

Seth rolled over the top of the wall and headed towards the bleachers towards the exit.

"Keep low!" he shouted, "That fucker's got my damn gun!"

He turned thinking that Nikki was behind him and found no one there.

"Damn it!" he cursed, realising that she was still on the field.

Now, he really wished he hadn't dropped the gun. The gun would have guaranteed them extra protection, now he felt helpless, despite the fact that Kane was somewhere in the building. He turned and reached the exit, the car he had driven over parked on the road just outside. He put his foot on the first step and sighed.

"I'm gonna kill her, I swear," he said in frustration as he climbed back up the stairs and headed down the wall he had climbed over only moments ago.

"Now, where are those tapes?" Seth asked, flipping the coin he had in his hand and catching it.

He smirked as he revealed what it had landed on and slowly peaked above the top of the wall. He reached up behind his hair to assess the damage Dean had done on his hair.

"If he knows what's good for him, he'll stay away from me. Damn bastard's gonna pay for that."

His eyes caught sight of the black bag still in the middle of the field, and he could see Cena lying unconscious and AJ had Nikki pinned to the ground. But, there was other people standing around. The dark Hazel coloured hair that belonged to a certain Diva on certain roster. He'd have spotted those glasses from miles away. What was Sasha doing here? Surely it couldn't be for the tapes? Part of him wanted to climb over and grab the bag while no one was looking but with his gun still lying on the ground, he had a much better chance of being shot.

Instead, he just sat there curled up against the wall, watching from afar. He felt like some kind of owl just peering in. Knowing he couldn't get involved and it killed him. He sighed, fist clenched, wondering what was going to happen next. It was then that he realised that Sasha had someone else with her. He couldn't make out who it was, but it had to be someone she knew. Someone she trusted. And it definitely wasn't Paige so that had to be Becky Lynch.

"She's only come along for the thrill of it," he said to himself, "Bad decision, Sasha, she'll only get you killed."

Seth watched as Becky picked up the gun and aimed it at Dean. The anticipation built as Seth waited for her to pull the trigger, but it was quickly followed by jealously because he wanted to be the man behind that gun, pulling that trigger. But it looked as though he was going to have to settle for watching. Before he could do anything else, he felt his phone vibrate inside his pocket and he pulled it out to see he had a text from Paige.

All done. Package is with concierge. See you later. P.

Sighing, he quickly typed a reply and made his way to the bleachers just as the sounds of gunshots echoed through the stadium. Of all the things to miss, the death of a man who had almost ruined his rise to the top. Well, at least he had some news to look forward to. Good news that is. Slipping into his rental, Seth started up the engine and the last thing he saw was black smoke billowing into the sky in his rear view mirror as he sped down the highway.

"What are your plans now that you've essentially taken Dean out of the way?" Peter asked.

"Now, it's the WWE World Heavyweight championship," Seth proudly, "You see, Dean thought he knew what he was doing. He thought he knew that was going to be able to get his payback and while he did have me in a messed up state, I was always one step ahead. You want your proof? You're looking at it. I'm still standing. Where is Dean? Lying unconscious in a hospital bed and do you know what I couldn't give a damn. Anyone on the roster can take what happened to him as a warning. That's what happens when you get in my way. Now, nothing and no one can stop me. And it was all because my fate changed with one simple flip."

Peter closed the show as Seth bid his goodbyes and left the studio. He stepped out into the street, the sun beaming on his face, J and J Security close behind him. The three made their way to his rental, but Seth as Seth reached for the door handle he stopped himself and looked over the top of the car at Joey Mercury.

"You two might want to go get a taxi. I'm going to go catch some fireflies," he said, as they stepped back from his car.

The briefcase holder slipped into his car and started up his engine, as the two bodyguards exchanged glances. Thank goodness, Joey had brought his car. They watched as Seth drove off, The Architect glancing at them in his rear-view mirror. This was something Seth needed to do alone. Word was that the only way you could get in touch with the one they called "The Man of 1,000 Truths" was if he got in touch with you, but Seth had his own agenda and he was going to find him whether he wanted to be found or not.

AN: So there we have it. Chapter 11. I hope you liked it. Don't forget to leave a review and add to your favourites. Thanks to all of you who have kept with with my story. Thanks for the support!

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