Chapter 36: Dreams And Nightmares

The Miz sat on the bench in his locker room as he tried the best he could to calm his nerves. He wasn't sure why he had them, this was nothing new to him, being a part of WrestleMania.

A knock at the door had caused the Ohio native to look up. "Hey Mikey," Eve greeted. "It starts in ten minutes, are you ready?" The Denver beauty asked as she entered the room, and closed the door behind her.

"Of course I'm ready, Eve. This was something I was born to do." He flashed her that cocky smiled she had grown to love over the past few months. "I'll see you after the Battle Royal, okay?" He took a deep breath, and stood to his feet. There was no going back now, only forward. He just hoped that he and Damien would be able to work together, despite the recent events that has transpired between the seemingly former friends.

Their idea of the two friends working together had started off great. They had even managed to throw a few Superstars over the top rope.

Even though the crowd was much more on Damien's side, Miz wasn't going to allow for that to get to him. He had a much more important goal to work on. Which was to win this match. He and Damien couldn't both win, and the win should rightfully go to him.

As much as he hated to admit it, the chants for Damien were starting to get inside his head. He couldn't understand how they could cheer for Mizdow, but boo him? It made no sense. You can't cheer for just half of a team, you either hate them, or you love them. There was no in between.

However, when it had come down to the last three men in the ring, Miz, Damien, and Big Show, Miz quickly realized that he and Damien were going to have to work together. "You are going to help me get rid of Big Show, and then you are going throw yourself over that top rope so I can get the win. Is that understood?" Miz asked, his blue eyes glaring at Damien.

Mizdow looked at the Ohio native as if he had smoked something before he came out here for the match. "No, that's not going to happen. Because I'm the one who should be winning this Battle Royal. Not you, you don't care about anything or anyone other than yourself. You are on your own," Mizdow said, fed up with all of The Miz's bullshit over the past couple of months.

The A-Lister stared at his partner. Did he just tell him no? Shaking his head, Miz got in Damien's face as he shoved the California native. "You do not tell me no, Damien! I made you! I am the reason you are standing here right now! If it wasn't for me, your ass would be backstage right now!"

Big Show looked on from the corner, and he couldn't help but to laugh. He knew that he was going to be able to come out with the win easily. It was clear that these two weren't going to be able to work together so they could get rid of him. Not that they would be able to anyway.

As the crowd looked on, they could see Miz begging Damien to work with him, but they could also see that the lovable Mizdow wasn't going to give him that satisfaction of helping him..

What they weren't expecting however, was for Damien to punch the Ohio native in the face, and throw him over the top rope when his back was turned.

Payback was indeed a bitch.

Damien's eyes then landed on Big Show. He had no idea how he was going to get rid of this idiot that no one cared for, but he was going to try his best. Using some of The Miz's moves, Damien was trying to do everything he could to get Big Show to go over the ropes.

It wasn't enough however, and as soon as Big Show had easily thrown him over the ropes and he hit the floor, that was the first time in his life Damien had felt heartbreak. The Big Show had ruined and taken away his WrestleMania moment.

Getting up, he slowly began to drag himself backstage. The walk back up the ramp was long, and it was painful. But the sounds of the fans chanting his name did make him feel slightly better.

As soon as he walked backstage, he felt his body being thrown into a stack of heavy boxes. Miz stood above him, glaring. His usually bright blue eyes were extremely darkened with anger. "Who the fuck do you think you are to throw me over the top rope the way you did!? We had a plan and you ruined it! You ruined it! You ruined everything, Damien!" He screamed as his face quickly turned red. "This is not forgivable. I will never forgive you for this!"

"You got what you asked for!" Damien yelled as he got to his feet, hitting Miz with a right hand, busting his lip.

Just as Miz was going to hit Damien back, the voice of his girlfriend had stopped him. "What in the hell are you two doing!? Would you knock it off and grow up!?" She shook her head, her green eyes landed on her boyfriend as she narrowed her eyes, crossed her arms over her chest and gave him that look.

"Don't look at me like that," he mumbled. "I hate when you look at me like that."

"I came here to tell you that I just got done signing my performer contract with Hunter. So I'll be able to travel with you all of the time now," she informed the Awesome One.

"Great!" He exclaimed, hugging his girlfriend.

"Which brings me to my next point. Maybe the two of you can forget whatever shit you guys had and start over."

"I will if he's willing to," Damien said quietly.

Eve looked over to Miz, giving him that look again.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it. Stop looking at me like that. God I hate when you look at me like that!"

Eve smiled, and then her eyes landed on Mizdow, and moments later, she low blowed him. "Or maybe...I'll just help my boyfriend instead. That seems like a much better idea to me," she smirked down at Damien as she noticed the look of pain on his face.

It was good to be back.

Nobody would ever dare accuse the Miz of being jealous or envious of Damien Mizdow ever again.

Emma sat backstage in one of the many small closets. She sat on the floor, with her back against the wall for support as she watched the Intercontinental Championship Ladder match on her iPad. She had her earbuds in, and she looked on intensely as she started to get nervous.

The man she referred to as her star-crossed lover, Dean Ambrose had been doing great so far in this match. The Lunatic Fringe had managed to get quite a bit of offense this far into the match. Which of course was good.

Emma knew that he would look amazing with that title thrown over his shoulder, or sitting around his waist. But to Emma, he looked good no matter what.

She looked around the closet she was sitting in. She had tapped a couple of her pictures she had of Dean on the walls that surrounded her. Sure, it was a little risky to be doing this sort of thing in public, but in this moment, she didn't care. The blonde was locked in a closet all by herself anyway. She could get away with it.

This was Dean's moment, and she had to support him. Besides, if she was being honest with herself, the blonde Diva always had a picture of Ambrose with her somewhere. Whether it be in her pocket or purse.

The blonde looked on with excitement as she watched the match go on. "That's it!" She whispered to herself. She had to control her urge to scream as she ran her thumb over the screen as she watched Dean climbed the ladder. He was so goddamn cute. What she would give to run her fingers through his unruly brown hair. Or to inhale his intoxicating scent that she had become so addicted to.

It was bad enough that she had almost blown her cover of sitting in the closet when Dean had come out for the match. She had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep herself from screaming. The fact that Ambrose had come out in a pair of shades and his leather jacket was enough to trigger in fangirl in Emma.

All of her happiness came crashing to a heart stopping hult, however when she saw Dean being powerbombed through the one of the ladders outside of the ring. She quickly took down all of her beloved pictures, put them in the pockets of her sweats, and ran to a nearby fire exit.

As she ran to her car, she had the match now on her phone so she would be able to keep an eye on her star-crossed lover. She quickly ran to her car, put her phone on the dashboard, and sped to the gas station down the street that was two minutes away.

The Australian Diva made it back to the arena just as Dean's match had come to an end. She ran around like a madwoman, trying to make her way to the gorilla area so she could meet Dean. She made it a few seconds after he had limped backstage.

"Hi Dean," she said hurriedly. "I got you this bag of ice for your head. I also got you small teddy bear. It's my way of saying I hope you feel better," she explained, talking so fast that the Lunatic Fringe could barely understand her. Not that he gave two fucks about the shit that was coming out of her mouth anyway.

The bag of ice was an absolutely ridiculous size, and the teddy bear? That was just fucking stupid. Though he hadn't been able to get two words out because Emma had taken off running as soon as she had given him the two items.

He turned around to see Renee standing beside him. Her brown eyes were filled with the obvious emotion of concern, and rightfully so. "Hey," she said softly, she was going to ask if Dean was okay, but the items in his hands had stopped the Canadian blonde.

"Don't ask 'cause I don't fuckin' know either," Dean answered as he threw the large bag of ice into a nearby trashcan. He was going to throw the bear in there was well, but then he reconsidered his choices. "I think I'm just gonna burn this instead. That'll be a lot more fun," he mumbled, looking down at it. It was so goddamn stupid.

"Are you okay?" Renee asked quietly, her voice had cracked slightly, even though she had tried to hide it, and once again her brown eyes had filled with fear.

"Hey, yeah, I'm okay." Dean replied, sensing her fear. "Trust me, I promise you that I have had so much worse than that fall I took out there."

"Well….okay," Renee reasoned, tucking her hair behind her ear as she gave him a weak smile. "I just wanted to check, that's all."

"Thanks, it's much appreciated," he said, and it was. His blue eyes then looked down at that stupid bear again. Making a split second decision, he ripped it's head off and threw it in the trashcan where he had thrown away the ice.

What was it going to take for Emma to get the hint and to stay the hell away from him?

The gold briefcase looked back up into the eyes of the man who had been holding it for the past 7 months. He could hear the sounds of people congratulating Orton from down the hall. He was sitting on top of a few storage boxes, his hair still as fuzzy as ever. They should been congratulating him. They should have been complimenting him on what a wonderful Curbstomp he hit to end the match, instead everyone that walked past was talking about that stupid RKO. As if giving him a t-shirt wasn't enough. He'd seen the vines and the youtube compilation videos and while they were funny to watch, he didn't want to find himself now being added to that compilation, which he was going to happen. "The Greatest RKO Ever" was going to have about 3,000 views within minutes.

Sighing, Seth ran a hand through his hair fuzzball and thought about Paige. She was most likely preparing herself for her match, a tag-team against the Bella-Kardashians. The two women who had sprayed her with fake tan and stolen her ring gear forcing her to wrestle in a fairy outfit, which Seth couldn't deny turned him on. But nethertheless, he couldn't see her. They never saw each other at Pay-Per-View's, or at least they tried not to. It was one of those things they had decided upon over text before they made it official. And it wasn't because they didn't want people finding out, they couldn't give a damn who knew and who didn't. The main reason was distraction, with the both of them not arriving together they wouldn't be having to focus on each other or worrying about each other, and with everything that was going on with Seth right now it was better that way. Much better.

Right now, not so much. Ever since she had thrown every glass item in their hotel room at him a few months ago, they hadn't seen each other at all. No texts, phone calls, tweets, facebook messages, nothing. Most because he had lied to her about more than one thing it seemed, and while the Anti-Diva had a hard time believing he had done so for her own protection Seth couldn't feel bad. He couldn't feel guilty, because he was doing what he felt was best. What he knew was best. The Davenport native sighed and forced himself not to think about it. He had more important things at hand. He had less than 3 months until the contract on the case ended, and he wondered if he was ever going to be successful at cashing in. Everytime he had tried, someone had stopped him. And the rate he was going he was luck if he was even going to be successful at actually handing the damn case over to Lillian. He sure as hell didn't want to be in the two man "Cashed In But Failed" club, no way. He was going to be champion, even if he had to kill people for it, which he had technically done but all the same.

He jumped down from his storage box and headed down the hall, he needed a shower, but right now he was starving. It was a wonder how much Pay-Per-View matches take out of you. He made his way to the table piled with all sorts of food, picking up a plate and created this amass of food. He picked up his cutlery and sat down at a table towards the back of the area.

Curtis Axel looked up at his plate, his mouth falling open.

"What?" Seth asked, as he tucked into his food mountain, "I'm hungry."

Shaking his head, the AxelMania trender took a sip from his coffee and continued reading his book.

"Hey, tough match you had out there," Curtis said after a few minutes of silence, "You really took it to him, you know."

Seth looked up from his plate and nodded in thanks. At least someone understood how he felt.

"The match was mine," he simply stated, not wanting to get too much into it.

Noticing Seth's deflection, Curtis nodded returned to his book.

"Actually, I've got a proposition for you, if you're up for it. You don't have to listen to it now, maybe some other time, but I think it could benefit the both of us."

Finishing his mouthful of food which he quickly washed down with some water, Seth leant back in his seat, crossing one foot over the other underneath the table.

"Whatcha got?"

Closing up his book, the former Intercontinental champion, pulled his seat closer to his closest, if not only, friend and smiled.

"So now that Bald Thing 1 and Bald Thing 2 are playing security guards to Hades, cause face it, there ain't no way they're going up to live on Mount Olympus. Heck, no one in this building is. Anyway, none they're gone, I figured The Authority are going to want you to find the next J & J Security, right?"

Seth nodded, as Curtis patted him on the shoulder with excitement.

"Then it's perfect! You're looking at one of them," Axel smiled, pointing to himself.

"Look, I appreciate the gesture, but I don't want to have to worry about ano-"

"Dude, come on, if you think you can scare me off with that "I don't want to worry about" bullshit, you need to try much harder. I've taken more knockout punches, spears, GTS', AA's than I can count. I could be a billionaire by now if I had a dime for every time I've been taken out. Look, you won't be having to strangle me, I won't interfere with your matches, believe me I've seen the bruise you left on Jamie's chest, the night they pulled you from your match with Roman. I know you're more than capable of handling your own matches. I'm not asking you to make a decision right now, just...think about it."

Seth nodded and watched as Curtis stood up and left him to think about his proposition. Seth had already made up his mind from the second Curtis had mentioned the proposition, right now though he had to get head in the game. He couldn't be dealing with distractions.

He stood up to leave, threw his plate in the bin and headed down the corridor towards his dressing room so he have his long-awaited shower and get changed in time to watch the rest of the Pay-Per-View. He rounded a corner, but doubled back around as he saw none other than the number one contender and the man facing Brock Lesnar for the WWE World Heavyweight championship. Roman Reigns. The man known as the Samoan Thor was stretching and preparing himself for the Main Event of tonight's Pay-Per-View. In just a few hours he was either going to be home with the belt or nothing at all. As much as Seth didn't see eye-to-eye with lesnar, he was hoping that the former UFC champion was going to be the one walking away with the belt. Standing by his side was none other than the the NXT Women's champion, Sasha Banks with another woman he instantly recognised as Jojo.

"Well, this looks interesting."

After being out for four months and being given ample time to plot his revenge on the traitorous "Future of WWE" Seth Rollins, Randy Orton made sure to make the most of his opportunity on the grandest stage of them all, WrestleMania 31. Despite Mr. Money In the Bank's best efforts, the Viper's crusade for cold hearted revenge finally paid off when he nearly ripped the Architect's head off with a catapulted RKO in mid air.

The Viper had vanquished his foe; for now, at least.

As Randy walked backstage to get dressed again, he noticed a rather upset AJ Lee trying hard not to let her tears fall from her eyes, but he knew what game she was playing. Something was bothering her, and she clearly wanted to pretend like everything was fine, when it clearly wasn't. Why the hell did he need to care for? Screw Cena's promise; AJ was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.

Only when he turned a foot to leave in the other direction did he start to hear silent sobs escaping between her lips did he grit his teeth and groan. Alright fine. He'd tend to her needs. Just this one last time.

Making his way into AJ's dressing room and kicking out all the ogling Divas trying to check him out, notably Eva Marie, the Viper closed the door and sat as far away as possible from AJ as possible as he stared the Black Widow down with his very icy blue eyes. "Well, you done crying yet? Or do I have to play detective and figure out what's the matter with you?" the Viper sarcastically retorted to the young Diva.

AJ blinked twice, and in the span of three seconds, her tears were instantly gone and she put on an adorable looking face that reminded Randy of that look from...2012. That same look that she once gave CM Punk, who was apparently dead. Not that Randy missed the guy or anything, but he hoped that the Second City Saint was finally able to find peace for his tortured soul. Something Randy was sure he'd never be able to find for his own.

"Well? You gonna say something or are you gonna sit there and just look stupid? You did beat the Bellas tonight ya know," the Apex Predator stated, simply crossing his arms. AJ simply stared straight into the blue eyes of the Viper, his venom eye daggers no match for her bravery and nobility she seemed to be feeling at this very moment. Getting up from her chair, she slowly made her way over to Randy Orton, now standing just a few feet from him.

"You know, I can't believe it took me this long to finally notice it, but I think I finally see what the fuss is all about over you Randy," AJ retorted, eyes blinking a few times just to make sure she wasn't spacing out. "You spit in the face of authority, you don't give any fucks about anyone except yourself, although deep down you truly do care, and most of all you have a precious ego that when threatened can make you feel weak and naked," AJ prescribed, as the Viper rolled his eyes.

"Thank you very much for the psychoanalysis Doctor Shelby," Randy blurted, causing AJ to laugh just a bit.

"See, you even have his sense of humor too," she chuckled just a bit, making the Viper arch an eyebrow. Who the hell was she talking about now?

"Everyday I miss my 'dead' husband, but I feel like I'm seeing him everywhere, and I want to think that he's real, and not my mind playing tricks on me, but...I don't know Randy. But everything that Punk had, those qualities that I just mentioned, they all somehow remind me of you."

Randy gulped, trying to keep his poker face up. "You've got to be more fucked up in the head than I thought AJ. Perhaps a visit back to Doctor Shelby's mental instability classes could do you some good because me and that Chicago dickhead are nothing alike, you understand me?" Of all people to be compared to, he would not tolerate being compared to CM Punk.

AJ's eyes darkened, and as if a stir bit of crazy was dropped into her eyes, she cocked her head to the left, and leaped into Randy's lap. "Hell no, you better not-" Randy boldly stated, but the Viper was cut off by the immediate lock of the Black Widow's lips onto his, poisoned by intense hunger.

The kiss was slow and deadly, but the two predators definitely did everything in their power to enjoy such a venomous moment, particularly AJ. And as much as Randy wanted to escape this very moment, he couldn't help but stay caught up in the matter now. As he began to coil his arms around the waist of AJ while she straddled his lap, Randy couldn't help but notice the shadow of someone familiar peeking through the doorway with a weapon in hand.

CM Punk? Nah, Randy thought to himself.

The guy was dead now anyway, and as wrong as this felt to him, kissing a dead man's wife, he remembered immediately that he didn't give a damn about CM Punk to begin with, and after much thought, began to rethink his promise to his best friend John Cena.

"I got too much shit going on for me right now. Just do me a favor as a best friend and watch over AJ for me. I promised Punk that much at the very least. I don't care how you do it, or why you choose to do it, just keep her safe for her sake at least, alright?"

Well, he did say he didn't care how he did it right? And to Randy, he was taking care of AJ for sure. Just in his own personal way. And he was surely going to have a lot of fun with the Black Widow, who continually pressed dark kiss after kiss on his lips and under his chin.

The venom in his veins and the venom in her veins. He definitely liked the sound of that.

And while the heavy metal clanking outside the door could have been attributed to the ringside crew moving stuff into place for Sting's special entrance, it could also have been attributed to the sound of CM Punk's glass heart shattering as he quietly escaped the arena, leaving and brooding now more than ever before he had in his life.

Sasha paced outside Roman's locker room continuously glancing at her phone. The news she had gotten yesterday from Sara flipped her into a denial and made her panic. She didn't want to believe. It wasn't true, it couldn't be. Yet here she was waiting for her doctor to call her back with results.

The funny thing about was absolutely nothing—things were always unexpected around here and going by Murphy's Law anything wrong could happen.

Anything wrong would happen. Maybe right now was not the time to lingering outside of Roman's door before his Mania match. She didn't want to distract him from winning.

"Please, god, let it not be true," Sasha blurted aloud leaning against the cold wall. She almost forgot her dear friend JoJo was standing by with a low look on her face.

"Sasha…if it is…how are you gonna…"

"I don't know," Sasha shook her head, "that's why I can't believe it..."

"You'll just have to tell him," JoJo pointed out the conclusion as the expression on Sasha turned into an internal scream. "He won't turn his back on you, he's loyal and he cares."

"I know that…" Sasha clawed her hands in her hair, "but it's not that, JoJo…I just really don't think I want to give up this title for a baby…"

The two jumped when they heard a noise down the hall. Neither of them could see anyone in the vicinity, but to their surprise the ringtone from Sasha's phone made them jump again—it was the call she had been waiting for.

Taking a deep breath, Sasha put the phone to her ear listening to the words of her personal doctor. The locker room door opened and Roman stepped out raising a brow at the obvious wary looks on both of the ladies faces. JoJo stared at Sasha for a moment as Sasha's looked went from worried to a panic. Roman broke the silence.

"What's up?" he asked looking at the two with wide eyes; JoJo looked at the floor awkwardly as Sasha spoke into the phone.

"Thank you," She said ending the call with her doctor. The look on her face only confirmed that the nightmare she thought she was in was an actual reality. Roman waved his hand in front of Sasha's face as she stared in shock for minutes.

"Sasha?" Roman asked again as JoJo nodded and headed down the hall. The diva finally looked into the Samoan Thor's eyes.

"I have a WrestleMania gift," Sasha could barely hear herself speaking.

"I haven't exactly had my match yet," Roman scrunched his face baffled by Sasha's words, "what's wrong with you?"

Sasha pursed her lips wishing that teleportation existed she would just leave.

"I just wanted to say good luck on your match and I'm pregnant," Sasha waved her hands over her head as if she were happy. Her sarcasm had never been so apparent. For a moment Sasha didn't know if the look on Roman's face meant that he was surprised or that he was going to Superman Punch her—either way the news felt like the second option for the both of them.

"It's not a good time to be messing around, Sasha."

"Which led to this, right?"

"You're serious?" Roman's eyes studied her.

"I guess I'll be back in the scandal spotlight," Sasha crossed her arms as her breathing had gotten heavy. Roman took Sasha by both of her arms and pulled her into the locker room.

"I need you to relax, okay?" Roman aided Sasha as she took a seat in front of a television screen. "I'm going to go win this match and then we're going to talk about this," Roman said caressing Sasha's face.

Only not matter what the outcome was—fear was the only thing she sought.

As Roman headed one way towards the gorilla position, Sasha directly walked in the other direction, a big nervous wreck. Had she stood there a minute longer, she probably would have thrown up; a bad mixture of nervousness and pregnancy hormones would do that to a woman. As she quickly descended down the hallway, she passed a smirking Seth Rollins who was holding his briefcase in his hand.

"Out of the way fuckboy!" Sasha shoved Seth into a wall. "That's why you lost tonight!" the Boss yelled as she sharply turned a corner, running into the trainer's office as fast as she could. All the Architect could do at the moment was glare, and as he watched the TV screen to see Roman making his way through the crowd, ready for his clash with Brock Lesnar, Seth clutched his briefcase to his chest tightly, knowing very well what he had to do.

"I just wanted to wish you good luck on your match and I'm pregnant."

Pregnant? Did he really just hear that? Sasha Banks, the NXT Women's champion, The Bo$$ was pregnant. He stood opposite the TV screen, eyes on Roman as he made his way through the crowd, his briefcase wrapped in his arms and he laughed.

"Well, well, well, what do you know?" he said to himself.

There was something about this that was just so funny to him. He couldn't picture Sasha holding a baby, cooing over their tiny fingers and toes, as she held the small child in her arms. He knew better than most that there was no way she was going to be ready for a baby, but nevertheless, there she was pregnant and carrying a baby. It changed everything, surely she was going to have to give up the NXT title, and he couldn't see her doing that anytime soon.

The Architect ran a hand through his hair and smirked, mentally thanked the NXT Diva. Forget the shower, what he needed was another bottle of water. He should have gone into his dressing room to watch the match, or gone to see Paige to talk, but with this shocking revelation, he just couldn't. Not yet, and so he was going to wait. He glanced down at the briefcase clutched to his chest and rested his head against the cold plastic. He held this case for 9 months, it had become his lifeline, his best friend. That case held the future for him, his future. The future of the WWE. Because that's who he was. Sure, he may have lost to Randy earlier tonight, but that didn't mean he wasn't still the better man, the better wrestler. Hunter had seen that in him, the view for Plan B, and Sasha's announcement had given him just that.

"Good luck," he huffed, as he watched Brock Lesnar deliver yet another F5 to the man who was now set to become a father.

Good luck, the one thing he had realised about the term was that luck...well, luck was for losers.

WWE Championship: Brock Lesnar(c) vs Roman Reigns

Roman Reigns stood tall at the top of Levi's Stadium, taking in the sunset of the sky in the Silicon Valley, and it finally felt like he was truly going to war. Tonight's test would be the most difficult one of his career; slaying the Beast Incarnate Brock Lesnar and capturing his very first WWE World Heavyweight Championship in his very first WrestleMania main event ever.

Since he debuted, the Samoan Thor had been highly touted as the future of the WWE that would lead the company into the new generation. He had already won the Royal Rumble and retained his main event spot for Mania after defeating Daniel Bryan at Fastlane; now it was time for the grand finale. As he made his way down through the sea of the WWE Universe, fans oddly booing him in favor of Brock Lesnar and having to shove a few riled up fans aside, one thing that heavily weighed on his mind was what Sasha told him only moments before he came out.

"I hope you win your match out there tonight and by the way I'm pregnant." Pregnant? Really? He knew when Sasha was lying by the way her facial reactions changed, and judging by what they were this time, she indeed wasn't lying. Still...pregnant? How could he have been so stupid and reckless?

He hopped the barricade and rolled into the ring, where he cocked his fist and punched it into the ground as fireworks began exploding all in the sky throughout the arena, making sure his display was impressive enough for everybody to take notice. Until Brock Lesnar arrived.

Like an arcane beast breathing out ancient dragon fire, pyro explosions shook the arena to its core as the defending champion Brock Lesnar made his way out to the ring, his outspoken advocate Paul Heyman by his side. The intensity and mood in the atmosphere instantly changed once Brock hopped into the ring, ready for a fight. Roman stared his opposition down with darkened eyes, and for the first time, he finally understood what he was truly dealing with; this was truly the Beast, Brock Lesnar.

Brock Lesnar instantly attacked Roman Reigns right as the bell rang and immediately hit an F-5 right out the gate, causing Roman to roll out of the ring in extreme pain. Clearly Brock was a human tornado and he was going to wreck everything and everyone in sight. Roman healed up enough and as soon as he got back into the ring, Brock was waiting for him, a barrage of suplexes ready to be fired off.

Brock immediately hit Roman with a trio of German Suplexes and started to nail the Powerhouse in the face with super stiff lefts and rights, busting Roman's lip and tossing him back to the outside as the crowd continued to cheer on their approval of the beating Roman was taking. Ignoring the crowd reactions, Roman powered his way back into the match with a high impact clothesline, but surprisingly, the Beast did not fall to the ground. Instead, the Beast roared in the Samoan's face and hit a devastating Back Suplex instead.

"Suplex City bitch!" Brock taunted, wiping the sweat from his face as he picked up Roman and hit a devastating Vertical Suplex, planting Roman right onto his spine. He roared in agony, as the Beast mounted his prey once more, delivering more and more devastating vicious hooks. He then threw Roman out the ring once more and laughed cockily at his opposition. But as cocky as Brock was, Roman seemed just a bit more confident. He slowly rose up at ringside, spitting out his dislodged tooth and grinned at Brock like he had a death wish.

Completely livid, Brock lifted Roman up and delivered an impactful F-5, but as Brock went for the cover, the Powerhouse miraculously kicked out at 2. "Bullshit!" Brock screamed at the ref, but the argument was to no avail. Seeing that Roman had rolled on out to the outside, Brock went after his prey, intent on ending the misery. As he propped Reigns up on his shoulder, prepared to drive his head into the ringpost, the Powerhouse got loose at the last second, and drove the Beast straight into the metal, busting Brock open completely.

The crimson mask now intact, Roman finally had the opportunity to give the champion a taste of his own hard hitting offense. Lesnar struggled to get into the ring, much less stand, and with wobbly legs, Roman cocked his fist and unloaded with a Superman Punch straight to Brock's bloody face. Only, it only dropped Brock to one knee and within a few seconds he was back up on his wobbly legs.

Huffing in distress, Roman cocked his fist once more and landed another devastating, more heated Superman Punch to Brock's face yet again, but once again he yielded the same results. What was it going to take to keep this guy down? Brock once more found his footing and as Roman soared through the air for a third Superman Punch, Brock caught the Powerhouse midair and delivered his third F-5 of the match. Brock immediately went for the cover, but just as the ref was about to slap his hand down to the mat for a three count, Roman lifted his shoulder up just enough off the mat for a last second kickout, sending Brock into an enraged frenzy. While yelling at the referee yet again, Brock turned around to get blasted by a third Superman Punch, and finally, Roman had knocked the Beast onto the ground.

Howling up to the sunset, Roman set up for a thunderous spear and hit Lesnar with tremendous force...only for Brock to roll over in agony and get right back up to his feet. Growling with tenacious fury, Roman howled once more and blasted Brock with another deadly spear, attempting the pin once more. Instead of getting the win, Brock kicked out of the pin at the very last second.

Roman couldn't believe it. He had hit the Beast Incarnate with all of his hardest hitting moves, and while Brock was a bloody mess, he still had enough left in the tank to go a few more rounds. And while both titans were struggling to climb to their feet to continue this bloody war, a steady rock theme began to play, and a third entrant began to make his way towards the battlefield.

Enter Mr. Money In the Bank Seth Rollins.

Seth sprinted down towards the ring as fast as his legs could carry him, and when he hit the ring, he immediately shoved the briefcase into the ref's hands, letting the world know he was officially cashing in his briefcase for a title match.

"Seth Rollins is officially cashing in his Money in the Bank briefcase! This WWE championship match is now a triple threat match!" Lillian announced to the crowd. The crowd gasped as the Architect began to measure up both Roman and Brock, delivering swift kicks to both of their heads, with Roman rolling out of the ring in pain. Seth quickly began surveying the scene once more, ready to take advantage and try to walk out of WrestleMania with the WWE Championship.

Looking over towards Brock, he immediately went for the Curb Stomp but Brock quickly dodged it and hit a Belly to Belly Suplex to keep Seth down. Lifting him up onto his shoulders, Brock attempted to deliver the finishing blow to the match with an F-5, but Roman came rushing in, delivering a hellacious Spear that knocked Brock Lesnar out and rolled him out of the ring for good.

Delivering that spear had taken the last of all the stamina Roman had left in the tank, and knowing that it was now or never for him, Seth ran against the ropes for momentum and delivered a devastating Curb Stomp to the skull of Reigns, quickly covering him.

3 counts later, there was a new WWE World Heavyweight champion.

And his name was Seth Rollins. The Architect jumped for joy, high tailing it out of the ring and up the ramp, swinging the title around and jumping for joy like a kid on Christmas. It was moments like these that dreams were made of and realities built upon. And on this one night one dream was realized, while another dream was completely obliterated.

10 minutes had passed, and Roman had finally managed to recover as he finally stood to his feet. The Samoan Thor looked into the crowd, and then into the front row, where he saw tears falling from all of his family members' eyes, clearly disappointed in the result of the final match. He sighed, knowing damn well that Seth had stolen his moment right out from under him, and making him fail at his goal of beating Brock Lesnar.

He took off his battle vest, and stared at the ramp as if it were the long walk of shame, and as the fans continued to rain down boos over the Powerhouse, it became inevitably clear that he was not the guy that they wanted to see carry the WWE into the future. To them, he was the biggest obstacle that needed to be overcome, and Seth Rollins had finally saved them from their nightmare of Roman being world champion.

Their worst nightmare was his biggest dream and vice versa? Figures.

He took one last look into the giant stadium as he surveyed the scene of over 76,000+ fans watching him, and watching Brock as he made his own way out, and shook his head. He took pride in everything that he did, and apparently, that wasn't going to be enough to satisfy anybody at all.

Pride always come before a fall, and now that his pride had fallen, Roman Reigns had now lost everything.

The Samoan mellowed his way backstage as eyes of those curious darted at his soul. Gravity had pressured his legs heavy as he said nothing to any voice that aimed his way. No stop for an interview; there was just so much disappointment on his mind. The world he wanted to build had rejected him, and now he had to live with that pain for a very long time before any sense of hope returned.

If it ever would.

Roman entered his locker room with his eyes closed plopping down on the bench.

Broken.

He turned to the side to see Sasha sitting next to him; leaning against the wall with her head turned away from him. Suddenly something didn't seem right as the silence in the room continued. Roman reached for Sasha's hand yearning for the small comfort he could have gotten from her, but when clasping onto her palm he didn't feel the tight grip that she had always given him when they held hands.

Instead he had gotten something that felt frail, light, and lifeless…

"Sasha.." The only words that could seep from Roman's lips. His heart rate escalated as there was no response from the NXT diva. Roman instinctively wrapped around her waist bringing her to face him. Her entire body was limp falling against his and no warmth was ascending from her body.

She wasn't breathing.

Roman's heart shattered as rattling roar that shook the arena let out from his throat.

They had taken everything.

ATTENTION ALL READERS: Please read THIS crossover chapter before you read the following chapters or the chapters will not make sense.

Envy by MellyxBrooks: Chapter 33

Revenge by XxPikasixjoyxX: Chapter 16 and 17

Temptation by EloquentAngel90: Chapter 21

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