Fire and Ice

by RonTheRonin

Kevin Owens/Becky Lynch. He was as cold as they came and never cared about anybody but himself, ice in his veins. She was as feisty and fiery as they came, tired of people using her for their own gain and burning many bridges in the process. So what happens when complete opposites find themselves in a situation where they need each other most? Spinoff of Temptation. Phase 2 story.

3. I Mean Business

Chapter 3: I Mean Business

05/31/2015

You were in rarified air when you made a debut or return on RAW and laid out the face of the WWE, John Cena. The resident superman of the WWE had built a legacy upon overcoming the odds, but when you were able to catch Cena off guard and lay waste to him without a second thought.

Brock Lesnar and the Nexus had done it in the past.

And while it was impressive to destroy the face of the WWE, you had to be at the top of your game to beat John Cena in your very first match on the main roster.

Luckily for him, Kevin Owens could now officially say that he was a part of that rare group. The NXT champion slowly walked backstage, bellowing in his pride and his moment. After a lengthy 25 minute back and forth match, the Canadian native proved to be too much of a force for the US champion John Cena, who went down swinging.

Sitting down, still trying to enjoy his moment, Kevin himself couldn't believe for brief periods of time. Everybody who tried to tear him down along the way, tried to say that he didn't have what it took to make it to the big time, he was proving them wrong. For all of the bullshit he had to put up with, tonight's victory was validation that he belonged on the big stage of the WWE.

From PWG to ROH through NXT to the WWE, his wrestling career had been long prestigious and lined up with many championships along the way, and in WWE he was here to collect even more titles.

After all, he was a prize fighter, right? He looked at the glowing NXT championship sitting next to him: his pride and joy. His son would have been proud; he wished he could see him right now along with his daughter and even his estranged wife, but they were all the way back up in Canada. In order to chase a career like this, many sacrifices had to be made, and sometimes they just proved to be too much.

"You must think you're something special don't you? Just because you pinned John Cena in your first main roster match. You got lucky," came the voice of Nikki Bella, who entered the locker room with her Divas championship draped across her shoulder. What the hell was she doing here?

"Honey this isn't the Divas locker room, and quite frankly I'm never lucky. I'm just that damn good. You got a problem with me? I'm not the reason John Cena broke up with you. Maybe he got tired of mannequins," Kevin quipped, unwrapping the tape from his wrists and throwing it to the side as Nikki got irate.

"You watch your fucking mouth! And take that back you asshole! John still loves me and he knows it!" Nikki glared, clenching her fists, ready to give Owens both a piece of her mind and her elbow as well. Who did this self-entitled asshole think he was, disrespecting a veteran in the Divas such as herself.

"How about this? How about you watch your language and get out of my sight? Because this is a PG company and there is absolutely nothing PG about you, your language, or your balloons you like to carry around," Kevin retorted, putting away his wrestling attire as he put on a new shirt, and started gathering his gear. He was ready to hit the road, but Nikki wouldn't go the hell away.

"I'm not leaving until I get a fucking apology from you. Show the Divas some respect for pete's sake," she glared, blocking the doorway and Kevin easily sighed. Did she really want a Pop Up Powerbomb for her troubles? He sighed, setting his bag down as he stared down Nikki in the face with cold, icy eyes.

"I respect women, not pathetic Divas. Now get the hell out of my way, before I make you get out of my way," KO threatened, and before Nikki could respond, Kevin rudely pushed past her, brushing her shoulder to the side, and grabbing her hat and tossing it across the room. "You fucking asshole!" Nikki yelled, and Kevin only smirked to himself as he continued down the hall.

"I'm not through with you yet!" the Divas champion screamed, trailing and following Kevin Owens all the way to the parking lot before he finally addressed her.

"Am I gonna have to get a restraining order against you? Get lost," Kevin ordered, but Nikki didn't move. She only crossed her arms, with a mean mug widening across her face. Before Kevin could make any more remarks towards the Bella twin, a laugh that sounded like it had gone awry or a llama was choking, sounded the parking lot.

That very laugh belonged to the one and only golden boy of the Authority, Seth Rollins. Of course, minus the belt since Dean Ambrose had made off with it like a thief.

"Now Owens, that's no way to talk to or show respect to a lady as magnificent as Nikki Bella," the Architect grinned, wrapping an arm around Nikki while getting a perverse downside look into her shirt. That sly old fox Rollins.

"Hey champ! Where's your belt?" Kevin asked in a fake, upbeat tone to mock Seth Rollins. The WWE World Heavyweight champion only took it in stride, trying not to allow the thought of his sworn nemesis Dean Ambrose making off with his title.

"It'll be back with me and the Authority soon enough, where it belongs. We just wanted to take the opportunity to welcome you to the main roster and into the extended family of the Authority," Seth offered, grins aplenty while Nikki still wore the smug look from previously.

"I'm not a part of the Authority. I don't need a bunch of corporate stooges to help me win all of my matches like a little bitch. Hell, I beat John Cena all by myself on my very first try. How many times did it take you plus the help of the Authority? Furthermore, you're invading on my personal time so if you don't mind…" Kevin said, putting his bags into the back of his rental car.

"Look Kevin, whether you like it or not, Hunter is very high up on you and very fond of your ability. Not more than mine of course, but you're still up there of course," Seth bragged, reveling in his own greatness. Fuck, this guy was seriously annoying. What did these women see in him?

"I kicked your ass back at ROH, and I'll kick your ass again here in WWE. You're working my last nerve Rollins, and I will fucking wreck your ass if you don't shut the hell up. I don't need you, I don't need Cinderbella here, and I don't need the fucking Authority to have my back. All I need is me," he yelled, turning his back to them once more.

"You son of a bitch! Nobody says no to Seth Rollins!" Seth exclaimed, running towards Kevin Owens to try and attack the NXT champion, but the only thing the Architect got for his troubles was a Pop Up Powerbomb onto the front window of Seth's own car. The Canadian couldn't help but smile at the wreckage, as Seth writhed around in pain on his back. However, that wasn't the end for Rollins, as Kevin proceeded to deliver an onslaught of powerbomb after powerbomb onto the windshield until the windshield had broken and the powerbomb count was up to seven.

Nikki quickly ran over to tend to Seth's back as some of the trainers began rushing in to immediately tend to the WWE champion, with the Divas champ glaring at Owens who only shrugged, taking Seth's wallet out of the champion's pocket before heading off to his own car.

"I'm glad we had this talk. Besides, you still owe me money," Kevin Owens said, as he drove off in his Hummer, wearing the bored expression as if nothing interesting had even happened.

06/03/2015, Kevin Owens' Apartment

The door opened with a slam, startling Becky Lynch as she fell off the couch and held her hip in pain. Kevin Owens walked in, tossing his bags to the side and propped up his NXT Championship on top of TV entertainment system. He opened up the fridge, pulling out the entire six pack of beer and set it on the table. Taking the remote out of Becky's hand, he turned it from a monster movie to the hockey channel.

"Seriously Kevin? What the hell was that for? Can't even say hi?" Becky inquired, waving her hand in front of her roommate's face. Owens paid the fiery redhead no mind, blankly staring at the TV and saying nothing.

"Are you okay? Do I have to pour beer over your head to get your attention again?" Becky asked, still not receiving any answers in the process. Seeing an opportunity for a laugh, Becky reached for two of the beers in the six pack, popped them open and poured them all over the NXT champion's head. Rather than get irate with Becky, all Kevin did was pick up the remote and turn up the volume.

"Seriously? Come on Kevin, give me something to work with," Becky complained, knocking back one of the opened beers. "Are you still enraged about your son being a fan of Cena? I thought you got that issue worked out when you beat the bloody hell outta Sami Zayn," she said, sitting next to Kevin and crossing her legs across the table.

Kevin only grunted in response to the Irish native, instead opting to change the channel to a RAW recap, where ironically they were featuring the segment between Kevin and his current nemesis, the United States champion John Cena. KO immediately got up and walked upstairs, not wanting to see John Cena on his very own television screen.

"Kevin?" Becky called out once more, but got no response. "Well okay then…" Becky said, turning up the volume on the TV to watch just what bothered Kevin about this segment so much as they played recaps from Elimination Chamber. She had to admit though, she was rather proud of his feat in beating John Cena on his first night on the main roster.

"When I say I'm going to do something, I deliver. When I got to NXT and said that I was going to win the NXT title, I delivered." Kevin readjusted the NXT title on his shoulder to show off his prized possession. "When I said I was going to take out Sami Zayn, I delivered. And when I said I was going to leave John Cena in the middle of the ring at Elimination Chamber, I delivered!"

A brief Fight Owens Fight chant broke out for a few minutes, making Becky smile a little bit. She always did hate that catchphrase. Kevin was quick to speak once more when it died down.

"Last night was the biggest win of my career thus far, so I should feel like I'm on top of the world, but the truth is, I'm not." Becky scratched her head in confusion. What the hell exactly was his problem? She perked her ears up as Kevin continued.

"I spoke to my son who uh, like pretty much every other kid who watches WWE, is a huge John Cena fan." Becky rubbed her chin. So that's what was it? His son being a John Cena fan? This had to have been worse than the Sami Zayn situation then for sure. The Irish redhead continued to listen.

"When we talked, all he could ask me was, 'daddy, how's John, is he okay'?" Kevin quoted his son, a look of fatherly disappointment on his face. "You know what, I get it. He's been watching WWE for years, and he became a big John Cena fan. But just because I understand it, doesn't mean I think it's okay." Becky snorted at the last line Kevin recited; since when did he become the sheriff of which superstars it was okay for a kid to cheer for?

"But you see, it's not my boy's fault. What this is blind worship, spurred on by the fact that this last decade John Cena has been portrayed as a living, breathing, real life superhero." Becky shrugged, couldn't argue with the facts there. But he was a very inspiring role model for young people everywhere, just to be fair.

"Think about it! All the different colors, the powerful catchphrases! Hustle… Loyalty… Respect! Never Give Up! You know what, while I traveled the world for over 10 years, honing my craft to try and make it to the WWE, my son was being influenced by John Cena." Kevin paced around the ring heavily. Becky could tell this was some heavy baggage that the NXT champion just needed to get off his chest.

"That's when John Cena became the hero to my son that I never got the chance to be!" Kevin yelled out with infinite passion in his voice. "Because I wasn't featured on WWE television every week! That's when John Cena became…SuperCena!" The crowd broke into the faded chants for Cena. "Yeah, well last night I BEAT SuperCena. So tonight as I stand before you, those ridiculous words; hustle, loyalty, respect, and never give up are being uttered by broken empty shell of a man. And in two weeks at money in the bank, when I beat him again I am going to expose the lie that IS John Cena. And you know what, I'm gonna make sure that my son watches every single second—and if you're a parent and you've got a little kid out there begging you for a John Cena shirt or John Cena themed birthday party; take my advice sit them down and make sure they watch it too. Because I'm going to show that a real role model doesn't rely on marketing, catchphrases, and bright colors. A real role model says they're going to do something and then they deliver. Just like I do. The unfavorable music hit and the Super Soldier himself made his way down the rant. Kevin paced ready for a fight, his face formed into a full blown scowl as John Cena slid into the ring.

Becky looked on while Cena spewed off his defensive words to Kevin. So in clear view—Owens had a lot more going on than he let on. It wasn't about taking out John Cena just to spite him; it was skin deep—all about not being able to be that hero for his son. That had to be discouraging didn't it?

Becky clicked the television to a blank screen waiting to wallow into her own boredom. Not really her thing anyway—she was a bit curious at the moment wondering if Kevin really decided to set the world on fire because of it. Becky shrugged trotting up the stairs hoping that maybe Kevin would want to watch a Blu-ray or something—in essence she knew that he most definitely didn't want to, but it wouldn't hurt to try would it? There was no need to knock once she reached his room the door was open and he was watching some movie on Starz looking laid back as ever. Becky took a seat next to him on the bed. Kevin glanced at her brushing her off as she tried to get his attention. "So are you going to shade me for the rest of your life?"

"Shade?" Kevin raised an eyebrow while giving Becky a weary look, "that's not the right context...you're not under a fucking tree."

"Ignore!" Becky rolled her eyes throwing a small pillow his way, "and why are you watching this boring ass movie!?"

"You have a better suggestion carrot top?" Kevin asked shrugging his shoulders, "We're not watching Back to the Future again."

"How about we watch a superhero movie?" Becky pinned her hopes up—but that quickly deteriorating once a cold glare formed in Owen's eyes.

"I hate superheroes," he said turning his attention back to the screen…who really cared about a movie on tornadoes anyway? "I don't know if you noticed, but I'm more into super villains."

"There are plenty of super villains in Captain American—"

"But are any of them Canadian?" Kevin crossed his arms waiting for an answer, "didn't think so."

Becky fell back on to the bed ready to give up and call it a night. "Well, can we at least watch something different then?"

Kevin shrugged a bit before taking the TV remote and flipping to a different movie. After subtly flipping through various channels, still quite unsettled on what to choose, he stole a look at Becky before smirking and changing it to a French movie channel. Letting out an audible chuckle, he leaned his head back up against the headboard and relaxed.

The visible confusion and annoyance made him grin even more as Becky tried to make sense of what the actors were saying, but French wasn't exactly her strong suit, per se. "Kevin, what the bloody hell is this? I said put on a movie, not something that I can't understand. How would you like it if I put something on in Gaelic?" Becky asked, completely irritated.

"I wouldn't mind at all, because unlike you, I'm very bilingual," Kevin complimented himself; was he really trying to earn the ire of the Lass Kicker's wrath? "Not to mention that this movie is not even foreign, it's an American movie with French dubs. How about you stop insulting my native language, eh?"

"You can 'eh' your fucking arse off, how about that instead? Since you're Kevin Owens and can do everything apparently," Becky retorted, crossing her legs on the bed and folding her arms in frustration.

"Well, they didn't call me Mr. Wrestling back in the day for nothing, you know. I'd like to think that I've earned everything my reputation has to offer and quite more, don't you?" he added, pointing towards his NXT championship propped up on the nightstand. His ego was certainly up and running today.

"I fucking hate you and your stupid French movie right now," Becky retorted.

"It's American with French voiceovers—"

"Whatever Owens whatever, just please shut up, I'm just gonna go to bed," Becky sighed, putting off Kevin's games to the side. She couldn't understand the way this guy thought, even if she tried. And to think, she was even rooming with this…hindrance.

But why go there in the first place if she knew that she was going to be dealing with this? Something in her mind, body, or something must have sparked her or given her a kick in the arse to come here. But for whatever reason that was, it sure as hell wasn't making itself evident at this moment thus far.

"Try to keep your snoring to a minimum, I have a flight to catch in the morning and I don't need to lose out on any hours of sleep because you snore like a fucking yak," Kevin complained, but Becky ingored him. And at 3am in the morning, she'd wish she hadn't done that.

With Becky in a deep sleep and snoring, Kevin picked her up and carried her downstairs, out to the back patio before launching her straight into the cold waters of the pool. The screams of the Irish woman filled the air as the Canadian stood back, laughing his ass off. "I warned you Bex!" he shouted.

The shrill screams of Becky filled the nighttime air and the neighborhood's ears. "I'm gonna bloody fucking murder you Kevin!" Becky screamed at the top of the lungs.

The joys and benefits of a morning time swim.

It was always an interesting night when Becky Lynch got to spend some time backstage. It was for no particular need or anything; being behind the curtain at Smackdown, but the curiosity did raise in her mind. In other new Kevin was again taking his rage out on Zack Ryder as he destroyed him with ease—Becky couldn't help, but giggle. The morbidity of the fact was fascinating—something about Kevin beating people up was just hilarious. Maybe she was funny like that.

She did like to break arms as well.

Becky turned quickly as a light tap on her shoulder grabbed her attention. She turned to see one of the WWE officials. "Hey Becky, Stephanie wanted to talk to you," the nasally voice said. Becky nodded raising a brow before walking back to McMahon's office.

"Glad to see you here Becky. Have a seat." Stephanie flashed a warm smile. Becky took a seat across from Stephanie—she had to admit, it was pretty suspicious—being in her office like this especially since not too long ago Hunter had a pitch of his own. "I had a few good things I wanted to discuss with you tonight."

"Alright," Becky leaned back into the chair, "what's the craic?" Becky was internally prepared for any eerie manipulation that was about to spew from Stephanie.

"For the last several weeks I've been working on a big picture for the divas," Stephanie explained using her theatrics with her hands, "I see how passionate and driven you girls are down at NXT and I think it's time for the world to know that."

"It's good to know you've been paying attention," Becky cleared her throat trying not to sound so dry.

"Of course, Becky," Stephanie continued, "I want to make the proper changes around here-and you girls have been working hard to negate the old pretty face myth—which brings me to my decision," She place a fine printed sheet of paper in front of Becky. "Hunter and I have decided that you, along with Charlotte and Sasha will coming to the main roster next month."

At the moment surprise was an understatement as Becky fell a bit speechless. It was an opportunity she wasn't going to deny at any means, but the suspicion was still lingering. "I'm honored," Becky clicked a pen signing the paper. Excited as it may have been to finally go to the main roster; Becky couldn't help fathom it was all a trap.

Well it would be one trap that was worth it; at least for now anyway.

And cue the end of chapter 3! Thank you everybody for the read. Do you think Becky could be walking into another trap? Will punishment come for Kevin Owens following his assault on Seth Rollins? All this and more will be answered very soon! Stay tuned, and don't forget to leave a review (: peace!