AN: Hi guys! Here we are with chapter twelve! I really enjoyed writing this chapter. Can you believe it's Mania week?
Crazy huh?
Well, without no further ado, here is chapter twelve!
Enjoy!
Chapter Twelve
Seth brought his lips to the woman he held in his arms as they came down from what could only be described as fierce, intense love-making. They were sure that the people in the hotel room the other side of the wall were going to complain but they didn't care. They needed that just as much as they needed each other. The last few weeks had been crazy, to say the least, for the couple. Paige had regained the Diva's championship but no sooner had she regained the title she lost it yet again to very woman she had taken it from and she wasn't even the one who tapped out. The Architect, however, was still trying to find of forcing the unstable lunatic of a bastard, as he now referred to him, to go bother someone else. He had The Davenport native squeezed the young Brit as she gave him a satisfied smile, inhaling her Strawberry shampoo she had let him use in her hair this morning.
"Hmm…," he smiled into her long locks.
"You found something to your liking?" Paige asked, as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"You could say that."
Paige lazily smiled, entwining her free hand with the one Seth had around her waist.
The two of them were on the floor of the shower, encased in the other's arms as the time continued on. If only they could stay like this. Seth had to admit, he was pretty surprised that the youngest Diva's champion had stuck by his side. He was a target, a hard blown target, yet she was taking it surprisingly well. Maybe it was because she had her own stuff to deal with. Whatever it was, Seth was glad that she had chosen to stick by his side. He pulled himself away from the woman he had just made love to moments ago and stood up, heading into the bedroom to check the time. He glanced over at the time, and saw that his was phone was beeping. Someone had sent him a text.
"You better hurry up, or else you'll be late. N x
Don't you worry, there's no way I'm going to be late for this. S
Well then, I guess I'll see you there mister. N x
You sure will. S
Seth put his phone down on the table and looked at his suit laid out across the bed. He slumped onto the bed and fell onto his back with a sigh. Today just wasn't a day he wanted to deal with at all. No one in the entire WWE roster did.
"If you stay like that any longer, they might as well bury you too," Paige teased as she poked her head out of the bathroom door.
"With the way things are at the moment, they might as well, to be honest."
Paige frowned and headed over to Seth and sat on his lap.
"Hey, hey, don't go all grumpy mute man on me. What's wrong?" the young Brit asked, as she cupped his face.
Seth just shook his head, glancing back over in the direction of the clock.
"We need to get ready or we'll be late," Seth replied, ignoring the question.
Rolling her eyes, Paige lightly applied pressure to his cheek and brought his face around so she could look into his eyes.
"Pai-"
"What is it?"
Seth took a moment and slid his arms around the former Diva's champion and he whipped her around and placed her on the bed. He held her gaze and he had to bite his bottom lip. "Not yet," he thought to himself as he looked into the eyes of the woman he had been dating for the past few months. Seth pressed his lips to the Brit underneath and pulled back, picking up the black shirt that was on the bed beside her, so he could finish getting ready. He could feel Paige's disappointment as she headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. He couldn't bring himself to tell her. How could he? How could he tell the woman that pretty much lived with him that he was responsible for the death of David Otunga? That he was the one who pulled the door closed on the former lawyer's life?
Not to mention the fact he had taken Nikki Bella with him to the stadium. He knew if Paige ever found that out, she would kill him. So he hadn't told her, and he had no plans on doing so in the future either. Not because he wanted to save himself from a lecture, but because he couldn't afford to have her hate him. With everything that was happening right now, he was going to be relying on her more than anything. Sure, he was 2-0 against Dean in Pay-Per-View wins but that still didn't stop him from wondering who was going to be after him next. He was still yet to sort his business out with Roman, not that he gave a care in the world about what that guy was doing. All he ever heard about him were rumours that he was taming the boss. Something he had already done a long time ago. But that was fine; Seth just had to laugh whenever he heard the latest about them. In The Architect's eyes Roman was Sasha's sloppy seconds. He couldn't help but wonder if they were going to arrive together at the service.
He quickly finished buttoning his shirt and picked up the black tie on the bed, wrapping it around his neck.
"Fuck this fucking shit thing!" he exclaimed, as he struggled with the buttons.
"Come here," Paige said as she emerged from the bathroom in a black dress that clung to her slim frame.
Seth hands sat on Paige's hips as she finished doing up his tie.
"Hey, cheer up, one funeral's already too much to deal with. I can't have you dying on me too," smiled the anti-Diva, tapping Seth's tie with a satisfactory nod.
"Sorry, I just can't shake this feeling that this isn't over."
Hill Rose Cemetery - Greenwich, Connecticut – October 17th
A parade of black emerged from the church and began descending its way down the road. Not a single word was spoken except for the silent sobbing at the front of the herd, belonging to none other than Stephanie McMahon. To any passer-by they were watching nothing more than a funeral procession, but to those who were a part of the parade, that was now rounding a corner, it wasn't just the end of an era or a legacy or a man's life, but the end of life as they knew it. This day marked the beginning, the real beginning of The Authority. It was no surprise that Steph was in tears, she hadn't just lost her father, not that she could give a damn about him, but what wou-should have been the 4th edition to her three wonderful daughters. The only voice that rang through her head right now was Hunter's as he broke the news to their children what had happened.
"Girls, mummy's tummy just wasn't strong enough. So little Dani has gone to bed until Mummy is better and then he'll come back, okay?"
She squeezed Hunter's hand as he walked beside her, her eyes avoiding the small white coffin only a few metres in front of her. Despite this…"setback" the Billion Dollar Princess was determined to carry on as things were, something she had relayed to the roster in the press conference the day they announced Vince had passed. Of course, Hunter had to adjust a few details. They couldn't have told the roster that Vince was assassinated now could they? It didn't help that they had no idea who it was that was behind the trigger. That didn't mean they didn't have a pretty good idea who it was. And they were going to make sure he got what he deserved. If the Chicago native had left it after killing Vince then things would have been fine. Sure, they'd have suspended him, fired him, got him arrested and all that jazz, but they wouldn't really have punished him really because he had taken out the one man in their way of being in complete power. But of course, Punk being Punk, he just had to go that one step further didn't he? He just couldn't help himself. Taking out Stephanie's baby changed things a great deal.
"He'll remember us when we're through with him," Hunter said to his wife, squeezing her hand, "By the time I'm finished with the no good Straight Edge fucker, he'll remember The Authority and the McMahon-Helmsley name."
An evil wretched grin grew on the face on the Billion Dollar Princess. The image of her daughters' faces with tears streaming down their cheeks faded and she now saw CM Punk tied to a post having the life beaten out of him by her husband as she looked on. Even the mere thought that that was what was next for the power couple brought a disconcerting amount of satisfaction to the mother who had recently lost her child. Yet, there was a small amount of comfort knowing that soon enough the man responsible for breaking a wall in her family would be held accountable. And it was something she was going to use to help her deal with her grief in the coming weeks. She wanted to take him by his Straight Edge neck and squeeze the life out of him with her bare hands. She wanted to watch the life disappear from his eyes and feel him take his last breath, but she couldn't. He was already locked up, but that didn't matter. She would happily put her life at risk to see CM Punk burn for the pain he had put her through. And it wasn't about avenging the life of her unborn child or her father, a man she no longer had any ounce of love to give, it wasn't about payback or the fact he wanted to sue the company. It was about showing him that when you try and take down those in power, those who belong and deserve to be at the top, you get burned. There was nothing more to it.
"Oh, he won't. I'll make sure of it. He's going to remember The Authority and the McMahon-Helmsley name for the rest of his life. However short it may be."
The two crashed through the door of his hotel room, the lips already engaged in a fiery storm, a small sign of what was only to come. He reached for the button of her jeans, but she pushed him back, holding up her hand for him not to move. He held the gaze of the woman opposite him, who was now very slowly, pulling her shirt over her head. She was teasing him. His eyes followed her hands as they ran either side of her waist, over her breasts and around to her back of her bra, undoing the claps. He could feel his groin ache as she ever so slowly pulled each strap down her shoulders as if someone was running silk down her arms. She reached for the buttons of her jeans, but he reached forward and grabbed hold of her hands, pulling her towards him.
"Well, if that's how you want to play it," he said softly as he took her mouth with a fiery kiss, "Allow me to deal the cards."
Seth made his way over to his rental and leant against the parked car, letting out a sigh of relief.
"You okay?" Paige asked.
Seth turned to look at the woman standing by his side and nodded. In truth, he was not okay at all. Night of Champions had come and gone, and Hell in a Cell was in a week's time, and he still hadn't heard from Bray Wyatt. Surely, the Wyatt family leader knew Seth was looking for him? He had been trying to find him for the past month. Every lead had brought him to a dead end, back to square one. And then there were the issue of the security tapes. The very reason that Vince McMahon was now six feet under. He needed to get his hands on those tapes and fast. The last he knew was that Dean had them, which was no surprise to him, it was just a matter of finding out where and how he was going to them. The Architect closed his eyes and pulled Paige into his arms. Nothing ever seemed to be smooth sailing for him. As soon as he managed to deal with one thing, he was already dealing with something else. A lot of that was Dean Ambrose, but after Hell in a Cell next week, he wasn't going to have to deal with the Lunatic Fringe anymore. He would finally be able to focus on his Money in the Bank briefcase and the WWE World Heavyweight title.
"You're really not okay," Paige stated as they broke apart, a little taken aback by Seth's display of PDA.
"I'm fine, alright. Funeral's just aren't my thing."
"Not unless you're The Deadman," she joked, "Hey, I'll be back, I gotta to find a toilet before we leave," Paige said, giving Seth a quick kiss before heading in the direction of the toilets.
Seth smiled as he looked up at caught sight of Sasha Banks sitting on a wall on her phone. He headed over to the NXT diva making sure to adjust his tie.
"No Roman today then?"
Sasha looked up from her phone and looked into the eyes of the Davenport native, frowning.
"No, why would it matter to you? We're not together," she replied.
"It doesn't, to be honest. I just find it funny how quickly you moved on. You never were one to be alone for long."
Sasha rolled her eyes as she realised why Seth had come to "talk" to her.
"Look, if you have something to say just say it. I really don't need this right now," she snapped.
"Let me guess the thing you do need is 6'3, has long black hair and is Samoan? Good choice," Seth replied sarcastically.
Sasha stood up and turned to face the man she had once dated. Part of her felt a little sad that their friendship had diminished, but then it was times like this that made her glad they barely spoke to each other anymore.
"What are you jealous?" she asked.
Seth could tell she was pissed off with him, but he didn't care. He wasn't finished yet.
"Not at all. If anything, I'm glad. I wonder how Roman feels knowing that he's….what's the saying…oh yeah, sloppy sec -"
The Davenport native didn't get to finish his sentence as Sasha had brought her hand across his face with a cold, hard slap. The sting burned his cheek, but he couldn't help but smile. He always enjoyed pushing her buttons. It was just too easy.
"Fuck you, Seth."
"You already did," he smirked as she walked away.
The two tumbled onto the bed, arms wrapped around each other as they continued to explore the other's mouth. Their tongues engaged in a passionate dance. Paige reached for the belt buckle of his jeans and struggled to undo the belt.
"Easy," he chuckled against her lips to which Paige responded by biting his lower lip.
She needed him now and if she ripped had to rip his trousers off with her bare hands then so be it. She was going to take him and she was going to take him now.
"Well, damn, you really are in a rush," he smiled.
"Think you can keep up?"
Sliding two fingers into Paige's wet heat, he smiled as she let out an exasperated moan.
"Oh, I can do a lot better than that," he grinned and gave a few flicks of his fingers causing the anti-diva to lash out and grab hold of the sheets underneath her as she hit her first orgasm of the night.
"What the hell happened?" Nikki Bella asked once Sasha was out of earshot.
He hadn't seen the Diva since the events at the stadium a month ago so he wasn't really prepared for her "ambush".
"Nice to see you too," Seth greeted.
"You know I had to walk about a mile and practically beg the bus driver to take me back to the hotel!" she shrieked, "With my ripped, broken top to cover my fucking chest!"
Seth had to fake a sneeze to stop himself from laughing so hard. The image of a topless Nikki Bella walking down a road with ripped top covering her breasts was too hard to resist laughing at.
"You think this is funny? It was embarrassing. Not to mention the fact I had AJ fucking Lee beat the living shit out of me that day! I could have died!"
Seth leaned towards the Fearless Diva and lowered his voice.
"Then perhaps it's time you invest in tops that won't break when things get rough."
Nikki gasped and pulled away to look at him.
"If that NXT Diva hadn't just slapped you I'd literally have knocked you to the floor right now," she snapped.
"Oh please, you and I both know I'd be the one taking you to the floor, I don't think you'd be able to handle me."
"Don't you worry, Sethy boy, I can handle you just fine. I'm with Superman himself remember?" Nikki winked, looking over at her boyfriend, John Cena, who was talking to Randy Orton, AJ by his side.
"Then I guess that makes you Lois Lane, a typical damsel in distress, right?"
"Oh, don't worry. Superman always comes for me. I have to say I appreciated working with you, it's always a pleasure working with someone of your…calibre-and, ah…I'll keep the shirt," smiled the Fearless Diva.
Seth nodded and watched as Nikki headed her back to her sister, Brie who was waiting with Daniel, unaware that Paige had heard the entire conversation.
"My turn," Paige smirked as she straddled him.
Taking hold of his long member, the young Brit pushed him inside her, sliding down his member until she could feel him inside. She waited a moment to adjust to the feel of him before rising up and bringing herself back down again. Her hands were resting on the bed either side of his head, and she reached down and brought their lips together. Paige continued to ride him, her movements increasing in pace as she let out a moan of pure pleasure.
"Let me take over," he said, placing on hand on her hip and the other over her clit and rubbing the sensitive nub.
"Oh fuck," Paige exclaimed as a wave of pleasure ran through her body.
She threw her head back as she placed her hands on his chest to steady herself as she continued to move up and down. He could feel she was on the verge of reaching her release and so he sat up, wrapped his arms around her and whipped her around so she was now underneath him.
"Now it's my turn."
Monday Night Raw – October 20th – Kansas City
"I take it you still haven't spoken to him then?" Paige asked Alicia Fox as she swung her legs up onto the coffee table in the middle of the room. It was odd realising how much she had in common with the crazy woman who had given Cody Rho-Stardust's cousin a wedgie on live tv a few months ago. Yet, here they were backstage as besties. Of course, Paige had to admit she was a little wary. She wasn't sure if Alicia was going to lose it and go on another rampage. Just the other day, the slightest mention of Wade Barrett sent her into a such a wild state she ripped one of the stagehands magazines to shreds with her teeth. To say it was weird would have been an understatement. Alicia was beyond help and that included Dr Shelby.
"No, I have not," Alicia replied, sticking her nose up in the air, "That man just can't handle a queen like me when he sees one. Can you believe he said I wasn't good enough in bed after we just had sex for like 2 and a half hours before Night of Champions?"
The anti-Diva couldn't help but grimace as she forced the image of Wade and Alicia engaged in some crazy love making session from her mind. That was definitely not what she needed right now. She took a sip from the bottle of water she had picked up on the way from catering.
"How can I, the Foxy Queen, not be good in bed? That just doesn't make sense. What annoys me is the fact we've had sex in so many places. Half of which I don't even remember, but not once, not once have I faked it. And I know he hasn't."
"Alici-"
"His voice has this weird gruff to it when he hits that spot and it just…," she said, sniffling.
"Urm…Alicia, are you okay?" Paige asked, frowning.
The Foxy Diva stood up from her stretch and headed into the toilet and came out with a handful of tissue in her hand. Paige couldn't believe it. Was she crying over the sound Wade Barrett made whenever he climaxed?
"It's just….It was so cute! And it was me that did that to him. It was me that got that sound out of him that no one else could. You have no idea how beautiful that is, Paige. How beautiful our relationship was. It was more than just a relationship; it was a King and a Queen declaring that they each for all eternity."
This was becoming awkward, as much as she loved Alicia; Paige needed to get out of here. She wasn't great with crying people especially when it to do with guys. She just wasn't great with breakups. She picked up her headphones and went to plug them into her phone, but Alicia turned to face her and sat down next to her, picking up a cushion that was in between them.
"And now I hear that he's moved on with some other woman. Some boyfriend-stealer. A bitch who thinks she can make him scream like I did," she said, her eyes ablaze with fury, "But no one, no one can make him scream like I did."
Paige's eyes widened as the cushion Alicia was holding started rip as she continued her rant about Barrett's new girlfriend.
"He'll never find another woman like me," Alicia growled.
"He sure won't."
"I'm just too good. I'm a queen. THE Queen and I'm the only girl in the world who can and who will ever make him scream like that again," Alicia snapped, ferociously tearing apart the cushion.
"O-kay, next time I won't ask her if she's okay," Paige thought to herself, standing up.
Unfortunately, she didn't even take a step as a stagehand knocked on the door and told them it was time for Alicia's match.
"Maybe you should, urm, fuel your … anger to beat AJ in this match," Paige said, hesitantly in case she angered her friend.
"Angry?" smiled the Total Diva star, as if nothing had happened, "Who said I was angry? I'm the Foxy Queen. I'm never angry."
Alicia nodded and jumped up, heading out into the hall and towards the arena. Paige stood in the middle of the room in complete shock at the sudden change of character in the diva.
"And people think AJ was crazy," Paige said to herself, heading out after the diva.
As she made her way past catering she could see the bright red hat that belonged to none other than Nikki Bella.
"Oh god, here we go," she said, sighing.
"Well, why don't you look who it is?" Nikki said, scowling at the British Diva.
"Yeah, the vampire Diva," Brie laughed, "Maybe you should change you're entrance to the Vampire one they have in 2K14."
"Perfect match," Nikki smirked, joining her sister in laughter.
Rolling her eyes, Paige came to a stop, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"And maybe you two should die your hair blonde and change your name to Bella bitch 1 and Bella bitch 2," Paige retorted as she headed off down the hall.
"Well, while you're out supporting the other crazy freak in this business, maybe you should think about why you ended up being mail lady and not stadium lady," Nikki laughed and she headed off in the opposite direction, Brie by her side.
Coming to a stop, the anti-Diva turned, looking back at the Total Diva twins.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she called out.
"Why don't you ask lover boy why he didn't take you to the baseball game?"
Paige stood there and frowned.
"Baseball? What the hell i-"And then it hit her, "That fucking bastard!"
She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and before she could even do anything, a shrieking scream of pure frustration that belonged to none other than Alicia came from down the hall and Paige was sprinting towards the arena.
"I'm not done with you yet," he smirked as he thrust his hips forwards forcing another moan from the Diva he held against the wall.
Paige couldn't think as she bucked her hips to meet with each of his thrusts. Digging her nails into his shoulders, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, the British Diva nibbled on his ear. She ran her nails down his muscled arm as he pulled away from the wall and set her on the floor, bringing one of her legs onto his shoulder. He increased in his pace as her walls began to tense around his long member and she reached out, grabbing hold on the edge on the rug he had set her upon.
"Oh…my…fuck!" she exclaimed as he quickly ran his finger across her sensitive nub in a circular motion
Hell in a Cell - October 26th - Dallas, Texas
American Airlines Centre – Car Park
"What was that?" he asked, his hot ragged breath tingling her neck, sending shivers through her body.
"Seth…oh!"
"Not yet," he said as he pumped with his hips, brining Paige closer to her release. They had been in this car for the last twenty minutes. Nothing ever felt better than a last minute sex session before a Pay-Per-View match. The windows of the car were already steaming with their breath as he took her breast into his mouth and ran his tongue around her already hard nipple. Her back beginning arched as she could feel herself slowly climb the ladder of pleasure. Paige took one of her hands from his shoulder, but Seth already catching on to what she was about to, seized hold of her hand and held it out above her head, pressing it against the cold window. He gave a light bite of her breast and took her other into her mouth, this time sucking harder but as not to cause her any pain.
"Hmm," he said against her breast, "You taste good," he smiled, running his tongue up the space between her breasts, her throat and into her mouth.
Their tongues engaged in a war of fiery passion, until they broke for breath and Seth decided to take a light bite on her neck.
"Seth, please…" begged the anti-Diva, biting his shoulder.
Paige dug her nails into Seth's back as she could feel herself on the verge of her release. He granted his British lover her wish, reaching for her clit with his free hand, the other entwining with one her hands as she lay underneath him in the back of his rental in the car park.
"Scream for me," he whispered.
And that was exactly what she did; the smile of satisfaction as Paige shuddered under his touch as he brought her to her climax, joining her a few seconds later.
"Budge over then," he said softly into her ear.
"I…I can't move," she whispered, holding onto him.
Chuckling to himself, Seth let go of her hand sliding it around Paige's waist and rolled her over so she was lying on his chest. He held her to him and kissed the top of her head. Seth could feel Paige shivering underneath him and he reached down and grabbed hold of his hoodie placing it over her.
"You okay?" he asked, giving her another kiss on her forehead.
"Hmm," she said softly," We should do this more often."
She couldn't believe it. She knew Seth was good, great even, at pleasing a woman; they never had bad sex since they had been together, but this was a whole new level. She never realised he could be so dirty but so damn hot at the same time. Of course, that didn't change things. She still hadn't spoken to him about his conversation with Nikki at the funeral and part of her wasn't sure she wanted to. What was she to say to him? "You took another woman to the very stadium where Vince McMahon was killed?" Did that mean he had a hand in it, surely not? Seth was many things, but he wasn't a killer. Either way, she couldn't allow it to get to her. She had her match to think about and so did Seth.
"You still haven't heard from him?" Paige asked in reference to Bray Wyatt.
"Nope, at this rate I doubt he even heard I was looking for him," Seth admitted, the defeat clear in this voice.
"You know what they say…" she smiled.
Paige lifted her head and pressed her lips to the middle of his chest, before resting her head against chest. Seth smiled but it soon faded as he thought about his match later tonight.
"Yeah, I know. I just didn't think it was true."
"Well, who knows? Bray does have a thing for theatrics," Paige reassured him.
"That he does. That he does."
Paige exhaled with content as the warm water from the shower hit her skin. She could still feel the heat radiating from her after her wild act of carnal knowledge. She emerged twenty minutes later and quickly dried herself off, slipping back into her jean he ripped off in a bout of pure raging lust earlier. Swinging her damp hair over one shoulder, the Anti-Diva headed into the main area of the hotel room.
"So, I don't get a goodbye kiss then?" he asked, lying in spot where their wild act had come to an almighty crescendo.
"And what makes you think you deserve one?" she asked, she put on her shoes.
He smirked, propping himself up onto his elbows.
"Come on, I just gave you one of the best climaxes you'll ever have in your life, surely I deserve something to keep me going until next time."
"Next time?" Paige replied, a little shocked.
"What can I say? There's always a round two and usually a round three. I'm just that good."
The young Brit couldn't help but shake head, not surprised with his bravado. After all, he was a man, and an arrogant cocky man at that. But that didn't mean anything.
"There isn't going to be a next time," she said, grabbing her keys and her phone from the stand as she opened the door, "I was just here to fuck you."
Seth Rollins vs Dean Ambrose
Seth hissed as the pain seared through his back from the impact of the fall. He could feel parts of the announce table irritating his back as he lay on top of them in a crumpled mess. Dean was lying next to him, he too, in the same amount of pain Seth was now feeling. The two former brothers were too dazed that the mixed sound of the crowd cheering for Dean or Seth had turned to muffled rumbles in their heads.
"Get up!" Seth told himself, "Get the fuck up! You have a match to win!"
But the pain was too much. He had hit his head as smashed through the announce table, which was now broken in half underneath him. He had to admit, he was grateful for the table as it had broken his fall. He tried not to think of how much worse the pain in his back could be right now if the table wasn't there.
"Get them out here!" Joey Mercury screamed, gesturing towards the ramp, "Get them out here now."
Seth frowned, wondering who exactly Joey was calling, his answer came a few seconds later as he could make out the bright yellow plastic that was a backboard for a stretcher.
"For fuck's sake! I don't need this shit!"
"Fine," Seth spat, "I'm fine. I'm fine!" he mumbled.
Joey, who was knelt beside him, shook his head.
"No, Seth, you're not fine. You need help," Joey said, concerned.
"No…"
"He's right," Jamie Noble agreed, "You were just put through a table from a crazy height. You're lucky this match did-"
"No!" Seth snapped, as he was lifted onto a stretcher.
"Goddammit! I'm going to fucking kill these two!" as he was wheeled off towards the ramp.
The team who were taking him backstage didn't get very far as Dean, who was also being taken back on stretcher jumped up and shoved everyone out of the way, dragging The Architect into the steel cage, not before throwing him face first into the cage, screaming at the referees to lock them in.
The bell that signalled the start of the match rung seconds later and Dean began unloading a furry of hate he had held in for the past 4 months. He finally had Seth all to himself, no Kane or Big Show or J & J Security to interrupt. No distractions, it was just him and Seth and that was all he wanted. This was Dean's time now and he was going to make sure that Seth and the Authority knew that. No one was stopping him from beating the life out of Seth because that was exactly what he was going to do. He wanted Seth to wake up tomorrow morning and remember him, remember what betraying the only people in the company who trusted and loved him cost him and he didn't want him to forget it.
The crowd began chanting Dean's name as the Ohio native made his way up the turnbuckle and sent Seth through a table with a leg drop, breaking the table in half. The match continued, the tables finally turning after Kane blinded the former US champion by firing a fire extinguisher into his face. The distraction gave Seth the chance to counter with a Powerbomb through a table that was leaning against the side of the cage and just the like that, the game had changed. Dean was out, but so was Seth. As much as he wanted to capitalise on the attack, he was still weakened from the rage attack Dean had unloaded on him as they finally entered the cage. He rolled Dean into the ring a few moments later and hit him with a Curbstomp, his legs giving out as he did so.
"Damn you, Dean," Seth thought as Dean kicked out at 2.
And now it was his turn to deliver the shots. His turn to put Dean in his place, but of course, in typical Dean Ambrose fashion it was short lived as the Davenport native found himself on his back after Dean whacked him with his Mr in the Bank briefcase. If things kept up like this Seth wasn't sure just how much more he could take, but he was determined to keep going. There was no way he was going to come out of this as the loser. He hadn't so far and he wasn't going to start now, least of to his former brother.
Dean excited the ring and lift up the apron, the crowd breaking out into a chant seconds later. Seth frowned, wondering what it his opponent had chosen as his next weapon of destruction.
"Talk about payback," Michael Cole said as Dean slid two cider blocks into the ring, placing the side by side just behind him.
The crowd had erupted into a "Yes" chant as Dean slid under the rope headed over to Seth.
"I'm going to do to you what you did to me, you son of a bitch," he said into his ear.
Jumping to his feet as the adrenaline began to pump through his veins, Dean seized Seth's hair and set his head on top of the two blocks; a scream of pure anger, frustration erupting from his mouth as he did so. He placed his foot on Seth's head, making sure he was going to hit the right spot and as he stepped back ready to deal the blow, the lights went black.
"What's going on?" Michael Cole asked; a question that was already on the minds of the entire WWE Universe.
Suddenly, lights appeared all around the area and a wall of smoke ascended from the matt. Dean stood in shock, unsure of what was going on, staring into this wall of smoke as a white figure appeared in the waves. He frowned and took a step forward as he tried to figure out who it was. By the time he realised that it was Sister Abigail, Bray Wyatt flew through the smoke and unloaded a number of punches into the Lunatic Fringe's head. Seth looked up as he saw Bray in the Crab next to knocked out Dean, who had just taken a powerful side slam, and a small smile etched on his lips.
"It looks like he got my call after all."
AN: So there was chapter twelve! Hope you guys liked it. Don't forget to review and favourite and be sure to check out the other stories part of the Seven Deadly Sins Series:
"Envy" by MellyxBrooks
"Insanity" by Cody'sxFavoritexGirl
"Pride" by RonTheRonin
"Temptation" by EloquentAngel9
See you guys next chapter!
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