I do not own WWE the wrestlers or Divas just the storyline plot and any oc character who may show up within the story.

Author's note: This is not apart of my stories that I have done with Roman and Dean before, this is a new story much like how my other story Countdown is, however, for those of you who have read my WWe stories please let me know what you would like to see happen next. If you want Roman to have his powers like he does in Lockdown Asylum for example, of you want this one to be a little more realistic then please let me know. I would love to get your feedback. It is greatly appreciated.

Previously on Once Revived, Twice Broken - "I am known simply as the Executioner, and you have been sentanced to death Dean Ambrose."

"So I see you finally got my messages huh Big Dog?" Roman growled at Seth's words and tried not to move due to the barbed wire securing his arms and legs. "Enough with all the bullshit Seth!" Roman growled angrily. "Where the hell is Dean you sick son of a bitch. What the hell did you do to him?" "Did you really think that what I did to you and Dean on Raw two years ago when I betrayed you was the end of it? If that's what you thought Roman, your wrong. That was just only the tip of the iceburg." "It's like I said in the notes Roman, there can only be room at the top for one, in both the WWE and in life, and that is going to be me."

"I mean, you untie me from this damn barbed wire, and let's finish this once and for all. You and me, no audience, no ring, no cameras, no interference, just you and me in a a fight to the death." Seth didn't say anything so Roman went on, "Come on What do you say Seth? We can finally have the battle you always wanted, and this time no one can tell us what weapon we can use and what weapon we can't use because we're not on live TV. It's just you and me, so come on let's finish this already." Finally a glimmer of insanity shone on Seth's face as he walked over to Roman and replied, "Fine then your on Big Dog. Let's finish this...to the death."

"See the name of the game is kind of like true or false, I ask some questions about you and you tell me yes or no, and if you answer wrong ,you will be subjected to a few rounds of electro-shock therepy and be shocked with a thousand volts of electricity." "And if I answer right?" Dean asked trying his best not to show fear. "Then I move on to the next question. However, if you chose not to participate in the game then I use my sythe and I slice of one of your limbs. Simple enough? Okay then let's get started."

"Yes. I killed Tommy Mercer's little brother that night."

"See that wasn't so bad now was it?" Dean shook his head and felt a round tears beginning to blur his vision as he fought to hold them back. "Ready to play some more?" He asked as Dean shook his head. "What was that?" The Executioner asked as he walked over to him. "Did I see defiance in your eyes Ambrose?" He asked as he raised his sythe now over Dean's battered and bruised body. "Shall I slice off some limbs or are we going to continue?"

NOW...

Chapter 11 - Dance With The Devil

"Are we going to continue, yes or no Dean?" He asked as Dean finally nodded in response. "Good, Let's move on then." The Executioner replied as Dean let out a small sigh of relief. "Why did you want to know the answer to that anyway?" He asked after a brief moment of silence as the Executioner walked back to his position by the red button on the wall. "What do you mean?" The Executioner asked. "I thought I was the one asking all the questions. Do you perhaps need to be subjected to more therepy Ambrose?" "I just want to know why you wanted to know about Tommy Mercer!" Dean replied nearly yelling it out as he started to let go of his emotions and had to bit back on his lower lip to keep himself in control. "Why I want to know about Mr. Mercer is none of your buisness Dean." The Executioner replied deeply. "Now then let's continue on shall we? Or do I need to chop off an arm or a leg to keep you on task?"

Dean shook his head and the Executioner looked pleased as Dean closed his eyes and drew in several calming breaths. "Then answer me Dean." The Executioner replied as Dean flinched in fear and opened his eyes as The Executioner suddenly now seemed to apear next to him. Leaning in close to Dean's ear he asked, "One more time Ambrose, are we going to continue? or do you need to lose an arm or leg? You won't be able to wrestle anymore without either one." The Lunatic Fringe fought to keep himself in check. He felt tears threatening to form in his eyes due to fear and he bit down harder on his lower lip and closed his eyes again in an atempt to keep focused on his breathing.

He could feel everything around him starting to close in and his heart began to pound painfully in his chest. His breathing started to elevate and quicken as he began to panic, when he felt a sharp intense surge of cold flowing through his body as he felt the tip of the Executioner's sythe running down his naked body. "Answer me Dean." He repeated as he moved the tip of the sythe toward Dean's left arm. Dean continued to bite down on his lip until he started to taste the coppery substance of blood, and it was all he could do to keep himself from flinching in fear.

"Yes." He finally admitted his voice trembling in terror as he tried to regain control of his emotions to not show fear. "Let's continue." The Executioner nodded in confirmation as he moved away from Dean and walked back over to his place by the wall near the bright red button. Once he was away from him, Dean sucked in as soft of a breath as he could without feeling much pain and closed his eyes as he felt unwanted tears flowing down his cheeks. He may have been broken physically, but now he could feel his mind starting to break as well, something that the Lunatic Fringe never thought would ever happen. "Roman..." He muttered in a soft weakened voice. "Where are you brother?"

Roman winced in pain as Seth untied the barbed wire from his skin, leaving wounds that he knew would soon develop into scars. Wiping the blood off his injured wrists, he then looked at Rollins and drew in a deep breath as he now focused all his thoughts toward finidng Dean. Saving his brother was his only goal now, and he wasn't going to let Seth ruin his chances of finding Dean alive. As both men now stood on opposite sides of the room, staring each other down with hate filling up in their eyes Roman said without taking his eyes off the architect, as he reached over to grab ahold of a weapon. "You make your move first Seth." Seth mirrored the Samoan man's actions and with a sarcastic grin and a mischevious yet evil gleam in his brown eyes replied, "Your move first Big Dog."

"Your going to regret saying that Seth." He said with determination shinning in his eyes as he gripped his weapon of choice, a metal bat wrapped tightly in thick steele barbed wire tight in his fists, and took a huge swing toward Seth's midsection. However, the Architect managed to duck just in time to narrowly escape from being struck in the face as he took a swing of his own with a kendo stick to Roman's face. Black spots filled Roman's vision as it swam and blurred as the force of the hit to his head nearly gave him whiplash. Seth took another swing of the kendo stick, this time striking Roman in the face. The Samoan man staggered on his feet as the coppery substance of blood instantly filled his mouth, and as Seth drew his arm back to take another swing, this time Roman managed to duck and struck Seth in the leg with the barbed wire bat.

Seth howled in agony as his leg buckled and crumpled from underneath him. His face contorted in pain and his eyes squeezed shut as he clutched his injured leg just as Roman went to hit him again with the same weapon. Seth opened his eyes just time to see Roman drawing his arm back to swing, and managed to grab Roman's hand in attempt to stop him. "Wait Roman, please stop!" The Architect pleaded with tears of pain stinging in his eyes as he still clutched his injured bloody leg. "I give up Rome. Let's call this off okay? You win alright? You hear me? I forfit."

Normally hearing the fact that Seth was willing to give up would put a smile on the Samoan man's face knowing that he had outdone Rollins, but he knew better then to give into Seth's mind games as he shook his head and replied, "Sorry Seth. This was your idea after all, a fight to the death remember?" Seth nodded as his face contorted in pain again and for a split second Roman could have sworn he caught a hint of fear locked in the Architect's eyes and a satisfactory smile began to spred across the Big Dog's face. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were scared Seth."

"Please Roman!" Seth begged gritting his teeth and hissing in pain. "I'll do anything please! I'll even take you to see Dean. You want to see him don't you?" Roman's eyes narrowed at the mention of Dean's name as he just shook his head in anger. "Did you attack him Seth?" Seth looked at him dumbfounded. "What do you mean?" "Don't play dumb Seth." Roman replied as he took in a deep breath to keep himself from losing his temper. "I know you attacked Dean, and raped him. I'm not stupid." Seth's eyes now seemed to widen in surprise. "He was raped?" He asked in complete shock. "I knew he was hurt, but Rome, you have to believe me, I swear I didn't know he was raped." Roman shook his head in anger. "Give me a fucking good reason why I should believe you? I mean, you gave him a curb stomp on his head through a pile of cinder blocks and tried to end his carrer. That move could've killed him Seth. Hell it almost did."

Seth looked taken aback for a moment before a malicious smile spread across his face. "I'm only surprised with myself that I didn't think of taking Dean out sooner." He replied. "I mean, when we were the together as the Shield, I was the one carrying the team all the way to the top. I mean if it wasn't for my brilliance, you and I never would've become WWE Tag Team Champions Rome." "First off, don't you dare call me that ever again, and second of all, you might want to check your ego before you enter the gates of hell after I beat your ass, because It wasn't all about you. I mean Dean and I could've made the Shield and gone all the way to the top by ourselves without you. Your always going on about how Dean and I were just dragging you down or holding you back, well if you ask me, you were the one dragging us down and holding us back."

Seth growled in envy and with a grunt of pain from his injured leg swung the kendo stick toward Roman's leg trying to knock the Big Dog down, but Roman saw the attack coming and stomped on the stick crushing it under his weight. "Guessing you don't want to give up anymore?" He asked narrowing his eyes in anger toward him as Seth nodded in determination. "You really think you and Dean would've made it to the top in the Shield without me? Pretty laughable Roman. Maybe we should see if you and Dean can make it to the top together in Heaven?" He let out a malicous laugh as he staggered to his feet hobbling and putting all his weight on his one good leg as he reached for another weapon, but the Samoan man came back faster and harder with a massive superman punch that sent the Architect reeling and flying into a wall. As Roman watched Seth's body crumple into an unconscious heap, another satisfactory smile spread across his face as he walked past him and said, "Guess I just proved who's better Seth. Believe That."

Another blast of electricity coursed through Dean's body as he did his best not to cry out or move despite the pain and agony still ravaging through his already bruised and battered body like a strong ocean current tossing a small boat around in a violent storm. Once the electricity died down, and his vision returned to normal again, he found the Executioner standing over him with his sythe dangeling from his hand over Dean's thigh. "Say goodbye to your leg Ambrose." He said as he reared his arm high into the air ready to come down with such sheer force and slice into Dean's leg. "Wait!" The Lunatic Fringe pleaded with tears filling up in his eyes. "Please don't! Wrestling is all Ive got. Without the WWE, I've got nothing. Please don't! I'm begging you!"

The Executioner pulled back and lowered his arm much to Dean's sweet relief as he let out a small breath. "That's what I like to see Ambrose." He said with malicious intent in his voice. "A dog begging for mercy. Now bark for me. Come on Dean. Bark. Bark like the damn dog that you are." Dean held back his tongue. He was terrified enough as it was, but there was no way in hell he was ever going to bow down to anyone, especially not to someone like him. "Do it Ambrose." The Executioner growled angrily. "Do it, or I swear to god I will slice your fucking leg off right here and right now!" Dean still held his tongue in silence as the Executioner shook his head and raised his hand in the air again and muttered. "So be it Ambrose, I gave you a chance, and you just fucking wasted it. Say goodbye to your carrer as a wrestler." Dean shut his eyes and held his breath as he braced himself to feel the sharp unbearable agony he was about to recieve as he felt the rush of wind as the executioner swung hie arm down, and he could the tip of his sythe just inches above his thigh...

TOO BE CONTINUED...Well ladies and gentelman, I hate to do this to you but I feel like it's that time again...That's right it's time for a major cliffhanger! OMG! What the hell just happened?! Did Dean just lose his leg?! Will Roman manage to find his buddy in time or will this be the end for our beloved Lunatic Fringe? Stay tuned to find out...Chapter 12 will be up as soon as I can get it. Hope you enjoyed reading and as always please review!