The match was close now. She stood backstage among those ready to go out and fight for the hallowed briefcase. Aside from herself and her friends Dean and Seth, she would be facing Sheamus, Kane and because life hated her at that moment she decided, she was also facing Randy Orton. Roman had already fought and retained his belt that evening, much to Rebel's both delight and dismay. Delight that he'd won, dismay because if she did win, everyone would indeed expect round two and she wasn't sure if she was up to that.

"You're going to be fine." A voice cut through her thoughts. She looked up to see Kane stood there. "We both think so." Rebel knew immediately who he was referring to.

"I have to admit I don't share your enthusiasm. You guys have done this before. I haven't." There was laughter from Kane, Sheamus, Seth and Dean.

"It's easy," Dean said with his trademark carelessness. "You take out Kane, then Sheamus, then me and Seth, and finally kick Orton's ass so bad he can't even walk, before climbing the ladder and taking the briefcase." The look Rebel gave him caused much laughter from the others.

"I have to get through Kane…what makes you think there will be enough of me left to get through the rest of you?" She asked, causing more laughter.

"You're going to be fine lass." Sheamus said with his lilting Irish accent. "We've had our time. It's your turn now." Rebel noticed a loose lace on one of her shoes as he spoke, and bent down to tie it.

"Not if Orton has anything to do with it." Rebel muttered. She noticed the conspiratorial glances between the four men as she looked up from tying her shoes

"Let us take care of him." Kane said with a smile beneath the mask.

"What are you four up to?" She asked, puzzled. "You can't throw this for me…"

"We know, you wouldn't let us even if we wanted to." Seth said putting a hand on her shoulder. "But we figured, well, you're probably doing this for someone this time. And you deserve every chance to win it for her."

"Guys…I…"

"We're giving you the best shot we can, Rebel. WE just don't want you to waste it." Dean said, having been silent so far. He then pulled something from his back pocket, and held it out to her. Rebel recognised it at once. It was a black armband. A common symbol of remembrance and often worn by wrestlers in times of loss.

"Thank you." She managed, wiping a stray tear. "Tori would be honoured. Embarrassed, but honoured." She pulled it on as Randy Orton came in to the backstage area, and they were given the go ahead that they were to start going out.

Rebel was last, and with a hope and a prayer that Tori was watching over her this time, instead of on the TV like usual, she went out to the crowds. The roar that hit her when she met the lights was enough to knock her off her feet. She walked down to the ring, her five opponents already in there and eyeing each other warily. Randy Orton seemed to be more wary than most, but his eyes never once left Rebel as she came down the walkway, and as she stood upon the turnbuckles and declared the match was for Tori for the world to hear, she swore she could feel his eyes in her back. Stepping down, she turned to face him and defiantly stepped closer, almost treading on his toes. She missed the glances that the other four were sharing, either amused or slightly concerned.

"This is my time. That case is mine. You will NOT win this." She said, her eyes locked with his as she jabbed a finger in his chest, before being backed up by a referee. Still she didn't break her gaze. As the referee began his usual motions signalling what the bout was for, etc, she could have sworn she heard a voice, Tori's voice, in the back of her head saying two words. Words that gave her reason to smile, and the others look at her with worry.

"Get him."

The bell rang, and Dean barely had time to sidestep as Rebel launched herself at Randy. He looked at the others surprised. Everyone in the crowds were surprised, they had assumed, like many backstage, that it would have been Rebel, Dean and Seth against Randy, Sheamus and Kane. So to see Rebel gunning so badly for Randy and to see her launch herself at him like that, the crowds were delighted. Shocked, but delighted. Rebel rammed her opponent in to the corner as fighting finally began behind her. Once, twice, three times she rammed her shoulder in to his as he hung in the corner of the ring. She went for a fourth time but found herself shoved aside by Seth being sent careening in to her. Rebel got to her feet quickly, anticipating Randy attacking her now, and she wasn't disappointed. The pair fought like dogs, ignoring all the others in the ring. For Rebel, it was a matter of pride, and a matter of revenge. And she knew Randy knew it, as he goaded her in to attacking her time and time again. The other four were beginning to wear themselves out, but Randy and Rebel were fighting each other as if they had just walked in the ring. Neither had given an inch over the other. It was clear someone would have to get help, and to no one's surprise it was Dean who began to assist Rebel. Ladders were strewn about the ring now, making it even more dangerous. Then as Dean found himself knocked to the floor by one, something changed.

There was a visible shift in the dynamic of the match between Rebel and Randy. It went from trying to kick the living daylights out of each other to trying to get the tallest ladders up and climb them. They fought for the two largest ladders, and got them set up next to each other. One would climb and throw a punch, the other would climb and yank off a leg, and it carried on until they were sat astride the top of the ladders throwing punches back and forth. On the ground rather than fight, the four other entrants watched, frozen where they stood, as the pair dueled it out. Rebel was bleeding, Randy was bleeding. Split lips, battered and bruised their energy was clearly beginning to fade as they hung on for dear life. Rebel realised she had to do something to end this, anything. So, she grabbed hold of the briefcase between them and smashed it in to Randy's face. Once, twice, a third time and it broke free from the carabineer holding it as the handle snapped as at the same time it knocked Randy from his perch. With the roar of the crowd he fell to the floor, the thud of his landing making Rebel aware of what she had done. It was hers, finally hers. She held the golden case aloft as the bell rang, signalling the end of the match and that Rebel Wild was the winner of the pay per view. She looked down at the case in her hands as she sat there atop the ladder, gathering her breath before her descent. What she saw, however, was Randy Orton at the base of the ladder, pushing it towards the walkway where the others stood. They knew what was going to happen, and were ready. Rebel held on for dear life, but there was no stopping the ladder once it began to topple. Down it went and her with it, landing on the men gathered with some force. She felt the landing, despite landing on Dean for the most part, then rolling over on the briefcase. The groan that escaped as she tried to right herself told her that she was hurt. Dean had his arms wrapped around her from trying to protect her as she hit the floor.

"You can let go now." She managed, her face hidden from the cameras by her hair and the fact she was on her front now. Randy Orton looked on from the ring where he was being berated by a referee as Rebel got to her feet, slowly but surely, being supported by her colleagues. An arm around her waist, her arm around his shoulders, Dean held her up as she held the briefcase in her other hand, before she held it up high by the base. There was cheering, then more cheering as Roman came out. He came down to where she stood and almost squared up to her. Rebel looked up at him, a defiant grin on her face. The others watched the man warily and in the case of Dean and Seth, confused. He took a look at her with her face covered in blood, cut eyebrow, split lip, a black eye in the process of showing, and shook his head, before taking her arm and holding it, and the briefcase it held, high.

"It's only a small cut," Rebel protested as she was told she would need stitches on her eyebrow.

"Small, maybe. But it's over the bone, and deep enough that stitches will help it heal better." Doc Amaan said with the voice that indicated she needed to listen and listen right that moment.

"Did you even lay a punch on the others?" asked Roman as he stood nearby, waiting for them to set up and stitch up Rebel. She shrugged.

"No, not really. A little chop here and there, maybe the odd hold. She was too busy kicking the crap out of Orton." Dean said as he was given the OK to leave.

"It was justified." Rebel managed, before having to lay down so she could get her stitches taken care of. She tried hard to relax enough so Doc Amaan could do his work, but was failing miserably. As he collected the last of his required tools, a hand gripped hers and she looked over to see Dean holding it.

"I get nervous for this sorta thing too." He smiled.

"I'm not quite used to it yet. Though after the year I've had so far, I should be. Though cutting it twice in the same place…I wasn't intending to pull a Reigns."

"I heard that!" Roman exclaimed

"You were meant to!" She called back as the Dr began his work.

Rebel didn't catch sight of Randy till the following morning at breakfast. The time that had passed since the match had made bruises and welts show up much more and neither of them looked in good shape.

"Jeez Rebel," Seth exclaimed as she joined them at the table. "You look like you went to war with six of him!" The woman smiled, showing a healing split lip in addition to the large black eye she was sporting.

"Worth every excruciating second." She replied, wincing as she sat down.

"So when do you plan to cash in?" asked Roman, referring to her contract tucked within the money in the bank briefcase.

"Not yet. I'm not a hundred percent sure when, but not yet." The unspoken words that it wouldn't be while he was champion hung in the air. Discussion of when would be the best time to cash in filled the air. Suggestions flew, perhaps to even wait till after Wrestlemania the following year. Roman laughed at this, and advised her the title would change hands soon.

"You're not going to throw a match just so I can get another shot, are you?" she asked, brow furrowed.

"No, no I'm not. Chris Jericho is next in line for a championship shot. Then I think it's Dean-"

"I won't take it from Dean either!" She protested.

"And then Bray Wyatt and Baron Corbin. Personally, I'd go for Bray. It would be an interesting match to say the least." Roman carried on as if Rebel hadn't interrupted him. More discussion followed, but Rebel found her attention somewhat diverted when she saw Randy Orton walk in to the breakfast room. She gasped, looking at the injuries to his arms and protruding from the shorts he was wearing. The gasp got her friends attention and they looked over at the man.

"I did that?" She asked, talking to herself more than anything. Seth chuckled.

"You did. You were an animal in that ring last night." He turned to where she sat, half mortified, half in awe of the damage she had inflicted on the man. At that point, he happened to look her way. Their eyes locked. And there was something different about how he was looking at her. Something…softer about his gaze. Roman and Dean saw it too before he gave a small smile and turned away.

"I'm going to go pack my things. Suddenly I don't really feel that hungry anymore." Rebel said, looking down at her half eaten toast and half drunk coffee and pushing it away. She had no desire to hang about and test if this was some new wave of warfare because she had won the briefcase so many coveted.

But the look he had given her dominated her thoughts as she went about her day. Through the ride to the next venue, through getting booked in to her hotel for the night. It was still on her mind as she warmed up for her fight that night, having been miraculously cleared and set against Baron Corbin and Curtis Axel with Seth as her partner. And it had become obvious as Seth nudged her out of her reverie with his words.

"You feeling ok? You've been out of sorts all day."

"Hmm?" She shook her head and glanced over at him. "Sorry…something on my mind."

"Wouldn't be Orton would it?"

"How did you-"

"Dude, you've been out of sorts since he entered the breakfast room this morning." He said with a smile. "What's eating you?" Rebel sighed and leant against the wall behind her. "Like that is it?"

"It is. Look…how about we grab a beer later? Just us." Seth raised his eyebrows at her.

"Ooooh, like a date? Oh I'm flattered…" Seth began jokingly before getting an elbow for his trouble. "Alright, I'll knock it off. Tonight. Too many ears here I take it?" Rebel nodded. Way too many ears here she decided as Barn Corbin and Curtis Axel came towards them to get ready for their fight.