It was the last RAW before Wrestlemania. Tensions ran high all over the place. Steph and Hunter were running around like headless chickens trying to take care of any lose ends that were apparent before Wrestlemania. Ceridwen was grateful it was almost all over. Then she figured she could ask for some time off, to get her head together and think things through. She managed to collar Hunter about it as he had a five minute coffee break just before RAW started.

"Yeah, I don't see why not, Ceri." He replied with a smile. "Between you and me, it would be good for you. For all of you." He gave her a pointed look. Ceridwen gently nodded her head.

"Yeah. I know what you mean. It'…well it's not really nice for any of us at the moment."

"He thinks you chose Roman huh?" Ceridwen nodded again. "Did you?"

"No. Roman kinda chose me…well….he took me by surprise and…and its all a big fucking mess." Ceridwen admitted. Hunter sipped his coffee as he looked at her, looking down at the bottle of water in her hands as she leant against the wall. Ceridwen got the feeling he knew all too well what was going on.

"Two weeks, starting the second RAW after Wrestlemania. Sound OK?" Hunter asked. He got a nod and a quiet thanks in response. He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "It will work out, Ceridwen. Don't worry."

Except Ceridwen was worrying. She knew that after Sunday she would have to deal with whatever was going on. Whatever that was exactly. She had to make a choice she figured. Roman, or Undertaker. Or maybe a third choice, neither of them suggested her mind. Yeah, cause that would go down wonderfully she said to herself as she headed towards the locker room. Sorry guys, I know you both want me but I don't want either of you. Ceridwen shook her head as she walked, imagining the fall out that would produce. And the fact that it wasn't quite true. While she knew damn well how she felt about Undertaker, it was how she felt about Roman that was, in her view, causing the problems. She knew Undertaker had made his mind up that she had picked Roman. There didn't seem to be any changing it. Getting closer to the locker room, she saw Brock Lesnar hanging around. People gave him curious glances as they passed, knowing there was no reason he should be there. Ceridwen was not in the mood for him right now and as he opened his mouth to speak to her she let him know it.

"I don't have the patience or energy to deal with your shit today, Lesnar. So don't waste your breath." He took a step back, somewhat surprised by her cutting him off as she walked by.

"Don't worry. It will all be over soon, and I'll make right what's wrong." He was trying to recover and get a rise out of her, Ceridwen could tell from the sound of his voice. What it earned him however was a middle finger from her as she turned the last corner before the locker room.


When she came backstage after her match against Randy Orton, it was to scenes of chaos. Most of the roster were in catering, camera's barred from the area. Tables had been upturned, things knocked to the floor and an unlucky cameraman was being helped limping to the medical room.

"What the hell happened?" she asked, confused.

"Lesnar and Taker got in to a brawl." Saod Chris Jericho as he and Jinder Mahal helped pick up a table. " Taker's in medical."

"Shit." Ceridwen turned and ran as fast as she could to the medical bay, bursting through the doors to the surprise of everyone except Undertaker, who met her arrival with a smile.

"Didn't think it would take you long." He said, wincing as the medics checked him over. Ceridwen glanced over to see Roman, Dean and Seth sporting one or two injuries of their own as they sat waiting for the medics to be free. It was clear Undertaker was the priority.

"What the hell happened?" Ceridwen asked as she got over to him.

"Lesnar decided to give himself an advantage for Sunday. He attacked Taker with no warning. We jumped in to try hold him back but…well, you can see how that went." Dean said, gesturing to himself and his brothers in arms. Each were bleeding, Roman now sporting the beginnings of a black eye. Rage began to build under the surface, and Ceridwen wanted revenge.

"Are you ok? Can you fight Sunday?" Ceridwen asked. Maybe it was the tone of her voice, but it was clear her intentions weren't so well hidden when Undertaker spoke.

"Yes, I can fight. Don't you dare attack him in retaliation." He said, giving her a look that clearly indicated she would be better off obeying his command.

"Why the fuck not?!" Ceridwen exclaimed. "I'll rip his fucking head off! I'll end his bloody career…I'll…I'll…"

"You'll do no such thing." Undertaker said, his voice now taking on the authorative tone that older members of the roster knew well meant business. The medics seemed to sense it was important the group talk alone, and motioned that they would just be outside before vanishing in seconds.

"Again, why the fuck not?" Ceridwen asked, her voice taking on an edge of it's own.

"Because. No apprentice of mine would stoop to his level." Undertaker stood up, testing his weight on his ankle as he did so, and being satisfied, put his weight fully on it and standing tall over Ceridwen. Neither saw the sublte shake of the head from Dean and Seth as Roman went to stand and intervene.

"That's not a fucking good reason."

"I didn't say it was. But do you think, for one second, I won't have my own revenge? That I will just let this lie?"

"What about me? When do I get my revenge for doing this to you?" Ceridwen asked, infuriated.

"He didn't hurt you. He hurt me."

"Yes he di-" Ceridwen cut herself off with a strangled sound, and walked out the door of the medical room. Roman went after her.

"Roman! Come back!" Dean yelled, about to chase after his friend with Seth.

"Let them go." Undertaker said as Dean reached the door. "they'll be ok."

"You know…she still cares a hell of a lot for you." Seth said, giving Undertaker a meaningful stare. "And quite clearly you for her."

"I admit that yes, I care for her. You know that. But she made her choice, Seth. I can't argue with that." Undertaker walked over to the door, and the three men left the room.

"Somehow Taker, I don't think she was the one who made that choice." Dean added as he and Seth walked off to find their friends.

It was like walking in the wake of a tornado as Roman struggled to keep up with Ceridwen. She stormed down the corridors, looking down ever junction, every door was opened. She had just opened another door to what turned out to be a cupboard when Roman caught up with her, grabbed her amr and made her stand still for a moment.

"Will you stop woman?!" He exclaimed as she whirled round to face him, ready to punch him. Her fist lowered abruptly when she realised who it was.

"I won't stop till I find him. Let go of my arm."

"No. Look, what good is it going to do?"

"Let. Go. Now."

"No." Ceridwen tried to break free again. "I'm not letting you get turned in to a bloody pulp, do you here me? I care about you too much for that to happen."

"I'm well aware of that." She shook him off finally and began to walk off on the hunt once again.

"Do you think Undertaker wants to see you beaten and bloodied too? He cares what happens to you, as well you know." His voice followed her down the empty corridor and reached her like a freight train slamming through a car at a level crossing. Roman visibly swallowed hard as Ceridwen span round and marched back at an alarming speed.

"That was a fucking low blow, Reigns." She spat as she got in front of him.

"Was it?"

"You know damn well it was. With everything that's happening right now between you and me, and him…us three…that was fucking low." Ceridwen snarled.

"It's true though. And you know it too." Roman replied, watching as the fight visibly left her body as she realised that yes, he was right.

"What difference does it make?" She asked, softly. "After all, I chose you, remember?" She turned and walked away, and this time Roman didn't stop her. Her barb had hit home exactly where she wanted it to.


The tension between the three was on the verge of becoming a physical object by the time Wrestlemania Sunday dawned. Undertaker was woken by his alarm, and briefly contemplated smashing it with his fist to shut it off. He decided to avoid picking bits of plastic out of his hand and just turned it off, before laying back against the covers and wiping his eyes with his hands. If he could just…get through today. Just finish the day, have his match with Lesnar, and get it done, then he can vanish for a bit, as was his custom. Then he can just…go away. It was this thought that sustained him as he got up, washed and dressed. He repeated it to himself as he went down for breakfast. One more day. Then he could just go home. He wouldn't have to look at her anymore. Except he knew he'd be watching her an RAW and Smackdown. At pay per views. He knew he'd be keeping her in his thoughts. Maybe that was the worst thing of all about this. That he knew he'd never truly stop caring for her. Seth had been right, he realised. He still cared for her, if not more so. And despite trying to keep it hidden, he knew she still cared for him, if only a little. Perhaps after the show he could say something to her. Something to clear the air. Then he would go. He looked up from his breakfast to see her walking in to the room. She looked tired. Weary. He wondered how much of it was because of Lesnar, how much of it was because of it being her first Wrestlemania, and how much of it was because of him. A glance round the room after retrieving her own breakfast, she spotted him and walked over. The only sound made was her spoon in her bowl of cereal, the bump of her mug as she set it down on the table. Looking up from his plate he saw the bowl was still pretty full, but the mug almost empty. He could have sworn she had eaten more than that by now.

"You're going to need to eat something before this afternoon." He said. Ceridwen gave him a weak smile, and played with her cereal once more.

"I'm not sure I can. I think I might be sick if I do." She replied. The spoon twirled in her hand, dancing between her fingertips as it waltzed through the cereal in the bowl.

"You're nervous about tonight, aren't you?" He asked, his voice lower than normal. He knew how she hated being asked about her nerves in public. He'd learned that.

"Yes. And Lesnar. But…well mostly tonight."

"You'll be ok." He put one of his hands over hers and gave it a squeeze. It lingered there for way longer than it should have, he knew, but he didn't want to move it. It wasn't till he heard Dean's dulcet tones pointing them out over the crowds that he let go.

"Thank you."


It was time. Her own match had been and gone, and been a roaring success. She had indeed won the bout and was on a high from it. Her first Wrestlemania win. The feeling was great, it was euphoric standing on the turnbuckles infront of all the crowds, a fist to the sky showing she was the winner. Getting backstage, The Shield were all over her with congratulations and cheers, letting her know she had done well. Ceridwen insisted she was ok after being checked by medical, knowing that The Undertaker and Brock Lesnar were due to fight next. With a promise she would stay with Hunter, she told them to go shower.

"Alright. You keep your word, understand?" Seth said with a pointed finger.

"Sir yes sir." Ceridwen mock saluted. Roman gave her a raised eyebrow in response and was reassured that she would stay where she was once more before they left.

"They don't believe you at all, do they?" asked Hunter as she turned to look at the screen.

"Not in the fucking slightest. They want me to stay with you, or at least in your eyesight." Ceridwen said, rolling her eyes as Undertaker came up to the backstage area, ready to go out.

"I wonder why." Hunter smirked, nodding to the man who'd just arrived. Ceridwen wheeled round to see him in his ring gear.

"Well, how do I look to my number one fan?" he asked. Ceridwen took his hat from his hands and put it on his head.

"Perfect." She replied, noticing Hunter ever so subtly excuse himself to go talk to Paul Heyman. "Look…you don't have to go out there alone."

"You know what he can do, Ceri. Do you really think I'm going to risk your career too?" There was a sadness in his voice that Ceridwen had never known before. Almost like he wanted her out there with him.

"No…but he's going to try take yours. The Streak…everything. And he'll come after mine too, you know that." Ceridwen looked down at the floor. Not that they knew it, but everyone around was trying not to pay any attention to what was obviously a romantic moment that the two main characters were trying to ignore being romantic. A hand tipped her chin back up again and he smiled at her.

"Let him try. And if he does take the streak, then Feral will have her revenge. Won't she?" He said as Brock Lesnar went out to the crowds.

"You bet your life I will."

"Promise?" the way he spoke to her, Ceridwen recalled that voice only being used when they were an item.

"I..I promise." She didn't know why, but as she watched him smile and walk away, it felt like she was sending him off to battle. As the bell rang and the match progressed, Ceridwen had no idea how accurate that feeling was going to become.

It was as the bell rang that Undertaker realised what he was truly fighting for. He wasn't just fighting for himself. For the streak. He was fighting for Ceridwen. Because if he failed, if the streak was lost, Ceridwen was the next target. She would suffer. Especially after what happened on Monday. There was no way Lesnar would let her remain in the WWE unscathed.

"You really gonna be able to protect her Taker?" Lesnar spat at him across the ring as they walked towards each other. "You're old. Weak. She's as good as done for, having you at her side."

"You underestimate her, Lesnar. And everything I still have left!" He lunged at Lesnar, breaking his usual pattern of waiting for his opponent to come to him. And the fight was well and truly on.

Backstage, Ceridwen chewed her lip as she watched the two men go at it on screen. She watched as the man she used to hate so much wrestled with Brock Lesnar, a man she couldn't stand. But she knew in her heart of hearts that all those weeks ago CM Punk had been right. She still loved him. What Lesnar was doing to him, it hurt her just as much it felt like. Or maybe it was the aches from her own injuries after her match. Every punch felt like it his her also, every throw every hold it was like she could feel it too. But this…this was different. As it went on, the match drew frowns and concern from her. So absorbed was she in the match that when Triple H came over to her, she jumped.

"I know you promised the boys you'd stay next to me, but I thought you'd be showering like the others," He said.

"Not till this is over." Ceridwen said, her brow furrowed. "I'm not leaving here till it's over."

"You aren't liking what you see, are you?" he asked, as Brock knocked Undertaker to the floor.

"No. I don't want Brock to take the streak. But he's going to. I can see it. You don't train with a guy day in and day out, and not know when he's on the losing end. He's doing it on purpose too. He knows how much respect I have for The streak. How much I care for Undertaker. If Brock hadn't attacked him on RAW, this would be a fair fight." She replied as Brock got a near fall.

"It's a shame you can't do anything about it, what with it being a no DQ match and all...like going down there and disabling Brock long enough to allow Taker to get the win." Hunter gave a shrug of the shoulders as he spoke, the look on his face indicating otherwise.

"Are you suggesting I do that, Hunter?" Ceridwen asked with a smile at the COO.

"Suggesting? Would I even dare?" he asked, mock affronted. Ceridwen grinned, knowing full well he wasn't suggesting, he was telling her. Even better, the COO was giving her permission to do just that. "Allow me to accompany you ringside, My lady, so you can enjoy the festivities," he said with a wink.

As Triple H and Feral came out, the crowd erupted, the two men in the ring were engrossed in the fight. Ceridwen walked down the walkway, Triple H at her side, not looking away from the ring. Paul Heyman saw the pair, and began to gloat, believing the pair had come to secure the Undertaker's end.

"You deal with disabling Brock. I'll deal with Heyman." Said Triple H. Ceridwen nodded as they reached the bottom of the walkway, and separated, Hunter going left and Ceridwen going right. She didn't know Hunter and Heyman had enjoyed a whispered conversation prior to the two men going out in to the ring about this very occurrence. The thought that Hunter should have been going for Lesnar didn't even cross her mind, all she wanted was to aid Undertaker, and perhaps get some small measure of revenge for the shit Lesnar had put them both through. She walked slowly, carefully watching for her moment as she walked along the edge of the ring. Hunter was opposite watching for a signal, pretending to talk to Paul Heyman about Brock. As The Undertaker fell to his hands and knees, Ceridwen spotted the steel chair on the floor next to her, and as Brock hung on the ropes, she signaled to Triple H with a nod of the head. Hunter Pedigreed Paul Heyman on the arena floor. The momentary distraction gave Ceridwen her in, and she scrambled up on to the apron and walloped Lesnar with the chair. He yelled aloud as he turned, Ceridwen slipping between the ropes as he did so, and dealt him a ferocious low blow, making him crumble to the floor, and finished her work by delivering an elbow drop, then a leg drop to the man as he lay clutching his parts on the floor. Determining it to have been enough for Undertaker to get enough of an edge to come back, she stood, looked over to where The Undertaker was watching confused, gave him a wink and half-arsed salute, before getting back out the ring.

Or at least she would have, if Lesnar hadn't grabbed hold of her foot. Ceridwen pulled and pulled to free herself, it wasn't working. Her first thought was to yell for the Shield, but then she remembered where they were. She mildly cursed herself for assuring them she would be ok with Hunter watching the match as Lesnar stood up. He had her by the throat, picked her up and slammed her to the canvas. Pain shot through her already aching body, as he stood over her, before helping her back up again with his hand round her throat. Hunter was no help as outside the ring, he was directing referees that had come down at his request to get Paul Heyman out of the arena.

"It's a shame to destroy such a pretty face," Lesnar sneered.

"The same can't be said about yours," Ceridwen retorted back, before he lifted her higher. His hands moved positions, getting a better grip to powerbomb her in to the canvas. Frantically, she began to elbow him in the head, know how sharp her elbows were, but it was no good. She flew through the air, landing hard on the canvas. More pain, and she tried to blink it away. Back to her feet again, and he delivered an elbow smash of his own, making her bleed from above her eye. She couldn't see, and frantically began to wipe the blood away, in order to get a clear view of Brock as he went after her for his next move. She knew an F-5 was coming for her interruption, but she didn't care. As she went to stand, a hand pushed her back down. She looked up, and there he stood, eyes ablaze with fury. He gave her a subtle shake of the head, and Ceridwen knew the unspoken message. No. Stay down.

Brock was now bleeding too, thanks to Ceridwen's elbows, and he wiped the blood from his eyes. As he looked up however, he saw The Undertaker stood in front of him, stood between him and Ceridwen. But it wasn't the current Undertaker everyone saw, it was the Undertaker of old, of years ago, his face alight with fury as he stood in front of Lesnar. The cameras showed the look on his face, it was pure fury, and Lesnar, unable to help himself, took a few steps back.

"You DARE to lay a hand on Feral?" he thundered, as outside the ring Paul Heyman watched mortified. Ceridwen pulled herself in to the corner, she ached, she hurt she was bleeding again. But it was worth it, she decided, as The Undertaker began to tear in to Brock with a fury that hadn't been seen in years. That's the Undertaker I know and remember, she said to herself as Brock found himself out manoeuvred, and pinned and beaten. The streak was intact...I did it.

As Lesnar scarpered, Triple H came in to the ring to check on Ceridwen while The Undertaker celebrated his win.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm good..." Ceridwen winced. She definitely didn't feel good, she felt like she'd been hit by a truck. "The boys are going to kill me for this. Taker too I'll bet" She said as a doctor came over, and Triple H shook his head and waved them away. He helped her out of the ring slowly, well aware quite how much Brock had put her through, It was only a few moves, but he was a power house, and he could hurt. And she had already fought once today. They walked very slowly up the walkway, Triple H with his arm around Ceridwen, helping her stay up on her feet as they eased their way towards backstage. They didn't see The Undertaker watching as they left the arena.