NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I've been playing with my new-to-me 64 GB iPod Touch. Arrived via UPS on January 9, 2015. I'm OVER THE MOON with it right now!:) I'd say that I was able to recover about 75 percent of my files from my previous iPod, and luckily, they were the really important ones! The ones that didn't transfer over can be easily recreated. Got all my pics of Jay/Christian saved there, not to mention saved on my hard drive, online, and on a flash drive!
This is why you should always backup your files in multiple locations. If you can't recover them thru one location, you can easily use the other.
Now, without further adieu...onwards and upwards to the next chapter!
I understand that Smackdown for January 3, 2014 was taped on December 28, 2013, but for the sake of the story, it'll be taped on New Year's Eve. Seeing how Brie Bella conducted herself during Daniel's captivity really drove home the fact (for me) that Daniel was playing the Wyatts for fools. Brie WILL make an appearance. Thanks to Dante 101 for mentioning those details.
DISCLAIMERS: Please see the previous chapters. Match play-by-play is courtesy of Wrestleview dot com.
Chapter Three
For two glorious weeks, we had a fifth member of our family.
I wanted to think that I'd finally unearthed Daniel's ruthless, aggressive side. The side that gets things done and doesn't back down from anyone or anything. I thought I'd found another angel in the dirt. He, along with his new brothers, would work together to bring forth a new era of truth and change.
But before I could reintroduce Daniel Bryan to the WWE as my newest son and guide him along his path, I had to make sure he was serious about becoming part of my flock. So, on New Year's Eve, deep in the basement of the venue in Washington DC, I made Daniel kneel in front of me. Erick, Jay and Luke stood behind him as I made him proclaim his loyalty to the family.
Now, don't misunderstand me. I didn't force Daniel to completely walk away from his previous life. I just wanted him to get his priorities in order. I wanted Daniel to follow Him. Serve the Lord. Put Him first, and the rest will fall into place. With that mindset, we could take on the world!
But there were a few wrinkles we needed to iron out first. Namely, one wrinkle, who just happened to be Daniel's fiancée.
I didn't need to watch that mindless dreck called Total Divas to know that Daniel and Brie Bella were an item. Now I wasn't going to force Daniel to cut her off. Far from it. In fact, I suggested that Daniel call Brie and stay in contact with her. Perhaps we could eventually bring her around to our way of thinking. If Brie was part of that new era that I wanted to help bring about, I reasoned, then who was I to get in the way?
But did Daniel really love her? Or was he in love with the idea of them together? After all, Total Divas was a popular TV show, and the weekly exposure was tempting. And who's to say that Daniel was only with Brie because of the publicity that the show brought? But, that would be something for us all to explore and examine later on. After all, we had all the time in the world.
At least, we thought we did.
Yeah...for two glorious weeks, we had a fifth member of our family.
~~~ANGEL~~~
Smackdown Taping 12/31/13
Washington DC
After he made Daniel proclaim his loyalty to the Wyatts, and after he allowed the newest Wyatt to call his fiancee, Bray took Daniel back to the RV so that the two of them could begin their studies and get some rest.
Before the match with the Rhodes Brothers, Luke, Erick, and Jay gathered in their private locker room and prayed that the match went smoothly and that nobody got seriously injured. After the tag match, the boys would watch fireworks and ring in the New Year and then part company. In the morning, Bray would take his new convert back to the compound while Luke, Erick and Jay traveled with the rest of the roster for house show appearances.
Cody Rhodes and and his brother Dustin (aka Goldust) made their way down to the ring to defend their WWE Tag Team Championships. Luke and Erick appeared in the ring after the lights went out. Bray's rocking chair was at ringside, but he wasn't in it. Michael Cole and his colleague, John Bradshaw Layfield, wondered Bray and Daniel were.
"This is weird, where's Bray Wyatt?"
"A more pressing matter, Michael. Where's Daniel Bryan?"
"So Harper and Rowan are out here alone to take on the Rhodes Brothers for the Tag Team Championship. Bray Wyatt would normally be in the rocking chair. He's not accompanying the Wyatts here tonight. Daniel Bryan, who joined the Wyatt family Monday night on RAW, is not here either. We can tell you this...apparently, according to Daniel Bryan's fiancée, Brie Bella, she's been in some sort of contact with Daniel this week. Apparently, he's okay, and that's all she really knows. And Goldust starts things off against Harper here tonight…"
Dustin started the match against Luke. The two of them circled the ring before Dustin made a spectacle of himself by rubbing his body and taking a few chops at Luke, who stared at his opponent in disdain and didn't flinch. Dustin ducked a right hand and hit one of his own. Luke powered Dustin to the corner and punched him in the ribs before sending him into the ropes and shoulder blocking him down. The big man taunted Dustin as he climbed to his feet, and he was rewarded by a roundhouse right. Dustin tagged in his younger brother, and the two of them planted Harper into the mat with a double suplex, but didn't get any count from the ref.
Luke reversed a whip on Cody, but the younger Rhodes slid through his legs and dropkicked him in the knee. Dustin was tagged in, and he dropped an elbow on Luke before applying a side headlock. Luke managed to fight out of it and raked Dustin across the eyes before he tagged in Erick. Rowan landed a head-butt on Dustin and got in a few hard rights before Dustin returned the favor. Rowan powered him to his corner, and Luke was tagged in again. Luke sent him into the ropes, but he missed a clothesline. Dustin then took him down with a clothesline of his own before hitting him with an uppercut. Dustin then caught him with some punches in the corner. Erick tried to intervene, but Dustin decked him as well. Mistake. Luke retaliated with a vicious forearm to the jaw.
Erick was tagged back in, and he dropped a knee on Dustin and forearm shivered him in the chest before whipping him hard into the opposite corner. The impact left Dustin crumpled on the mat. Erick then choked him on the bottom rope before clubbing him on the back and belting him in the corner before tagging in his partner. Luke delivered a hard right to Dustin's face before applying a modified headlock. Dustin tried to break out of the hold, but Luke was relentless. Luke tossed Dustin into his corner and rushed him. He didn't stop in time; Dustin raised a foot and caught the big man between the eyes. Luke staggered and Dustin elbowed Erick in the face before he was able to interfere. Before Luke could recover from the elbow, Dustin attempted a leg trap sunset flip. It was unsuccessful, and both combatants wound up on the mat trying to recover.
Luke hurried to tag in Erick, but Dustin was faster, and he tagged Cody in before Luke was halfway to his corner. He nailed Luke with a missile dropkick from the top rope, and then nailed the big man with a few roundhouse rights before missing a clothesline. He didn't miss with a high knee, however, and Luke was left dazed. Another uppercut and a knee to the kidneys sent Luke out of the ring. Erick was taken out by a Disaster Kick that sent him out of the ring as well.
Before either of the Wyatts could react, Cody scaled the top rope to take Luke out with a plancha to the outside. Cody was inspired as he attempted to pick Luke up. Mistake. Luke launched the younger Rhodes into the barricade, and then picked him up like he was nothing and tossed him into the steel ring steps. So much for being inspired.
Dustin rushed to check on his fallen brother. However, Luke and Erick (who'd jumped off the ring apron) stood together, blocking the older Rhodes's way. It was a Mexican standoff, with nobody backing down, until the referee demanded that one of the combatants get back in the ring.
Luke rolled back in, followed by Erick, who climbed back on the ring apron. Luke, the legal man, tagged Erick, who jumped down to the floor. He picked up Cody like he was a child's toy and slammed the younger Rhodes's back into the steel post.
Cody crumpled to the arena floor in a heap as the Wyatts, firmly in control, continued to bring on the punishment.
Erick rolled Cody back into the ring and attempted a cover, but Cody was able to squirm away at a one-count. However, Cody couldn't get away quickly enough; Erick had his huge, sledgehammer like hands fisted up and squeezed up against the side of Cody's head. Cody yelled in pain. The referee dared to ask Erick if he wanted the bell rung; the hold, if properly applied, could break one's skull. It looked like Rowan was trying to re-arrange Cody's entire face.
Dustin shouted encouragement to his little brother from the other side of the ring. It wasn't helping, as Erick planted Cody hard onto the canvas. Cody's back slammed hard into the mat, and he barely kicked out at a two-count. Erick, growing slightly frustrated, dragged the younger Rhodes back to his corner and dropped a hard elbow. The Wyatts' tactics were ugly but effective. They were gleefully mauling the tag champs without Bray in attendance.
Cody attempted to fight back with a couple of kicks, but Erick stayed on the attack, backing him into another corner and tossing him back to his own. Luke was tagged in again, and he fixed Dustin with a glare that could break glass before he splashed Cody in the corner. A few more hard rights, and then he executed a gator roll before applying a grounded side headlock. Cody fought up from the move and Luke uppercut him before knocking Dustin off the apron when he tried to intervene. Luke delivered a headbutt to Cody before taking to the ropes. Rhodes hit the ropes alongside him, and he took Luke down with a clothesline.
Erick was tagged in, and he tossed Cody across the ring so that he couldn't tag in his brother. Dustin yelled at Erick, daring the Wyatt's loner to take a shot at him. Erick refused to take the bait, and he headbutted Cody in the back of the head. The younger Rhodes fought back, but Erick continued the punishment and shoved him into the ropes and prepared to charge. Cody hung on, however and pulled the top rope down. Erick, unable to stop, tumbled out of the ring. Luke quickly tossed Erick back into the ring and wisely tagged himself in before Cody could reach his brother. Luke punched Dustin off the apron before hitting Cody with a sit-out powerbomb. Dustin broke up the pinfall, and he clotheslined Erick out of the ring as he tried to come in and help. Luke then knocked Dustin out of the ring.
Luke sent Cody into the corner, but the younger Rhodes surprised him with a rollup for a near fall. A frustrated Luke then floored Rhodes with a big boot. Harper picked Rhodes up and tossed him in the corner before ripping at his nose. Luke set Cody up on the top rope and clubbed him in the back. Harper went for a super back suplex, but Cody elbowed him off. Cody then took him down with a moonsault block. Luke tagged in Erick before Cody reached his corner. Erick sent him into the ropes, but Cody ducked a clothesline and a hammer throw by Erick before he blind tagged his brother. Erick then caught Cody with a back body drop, but Dustin capitalized on his stealthiness by bouncing Erick into the ropes and rolling him up for the win.
After the match, Jay congratulated his "brothers" on a great match, but admonished Erick for his inattentiveness and assumptions. "You assumed that Dustin wasn't planning anything, and he caught you off guard!" he said. "You should never assume, because it makes an ass out of you and me." Of course, Erick protested, but deep down, he and Luke knew the blonde veteran was right.
~~~ANGEL~~~
"Do I have to have a room at the end of the hall?"
"Sorry, Erick," Jay shrugged in apology. He and his brothers were at the hotel the WWE roster was staying at. They'd snuck in under the wire and got the last two vacancies. "They were the last two rooms available, and the only reason why we got them was because the previous reservation for each room fell through. New Year's Eve kinda killed the option of choice. You'll have to make do until morning."
"Or you could bunk with us tonight," Luke chimed in, his eyes twinkling. "We'll just pull the mattress off the box spring and we can sleep three people easy."
Erick looked at his two "brothers," blinked, and then shook his head. "I think I'll pass. Last thing I wanna hear is the two of you going at it like squirrels in a shoebox." He turned on his heel, dragging his suitcase behind him. "Good night, guys," he called out over his shoulder as he rumbled down the hall and disappeared.
When Erick was out of earshot, Jay turned to Luke. "Do we really sound like squirrels in a shoebox?"
Luke was snickering as he unlocked the hotel room he and Jay would be sharing for the night. "I don't know," he managed, escorting Jay into the room. "I don't pay attention to what we sound like when we're in bed..."
~~~ANGEL~~~
"I'm staying at one of those extended stay places right close to the Performance Center," Jay explained later, while he and Luke were watching TV. Nothing of interest was on, so the TV was little more than background noise at the moment. Jay thought he saw some music channels available, perhaps they'd have something worth listening to. "I use the facilities at the center to work out, and I paid for a six month lease at the extended place. The amenities are nice, and I get breakfast and dinner on the weekdays."
"Well, if you wanna come live on the compound, you're more than welcome to. We've been cleaning the place up. Looks really good now. Clearing out trash and whatnot. This spring, we wanna repaint the house."
"I'll wait til after Wrestlemania. I signed a lease. If I break it, I'll get penalized." Jay paused. "It was hard enough to explain to my folks why I sold my place in Tampa and moved. I told them about you guys during Christmas. Didn't tell them about how you guys took me. I just told them I met you and Bray and converted to your religion."
"How'd they take it?"
"My folks are neutral," Jay said, honestly. "They aren't supporting my decision to stay with you guys, but they aren't trying to stop me either. Like everyone else around me, they don't understand."
"Maybe they'll come around."
Jay shrugged. "Maybe, but I'm not gonna spin my wheels trying to convince them that following you guys was a good idea. I didn't bring up the suicide thing. That's not something I'm ready to discuss with my folks yet."
"Hey, whenever you're ready. No pressure." Luke flipped through the TV channels with the remote and grinned when he heard the classic rock music come through the TV speakers. "Well, I'll be dammed. We got something good to listen to." Luke set the remote down and fumbled through the front pocket of his jeans. "And you can open this while we listen."
"You got me something?" Jay gazed at the small white box Luke had placed in his lap.
"Well, yeah. Got it from a street vendor. Thought it would be something you'd like. Think of it as a late Christmas present."
"You didn't need to get me anything," Jay insisted, as he unwrapped the box and opened the lid.
"Well, I wanted to."
"Oh….wow. I like it!" Jay grinned as he held up a hematite Zuni bear that dangled from a black cord. "Thank you! Let me put this on."
"Nah, I'll get it." Luke slipped the pendant over Jay's head and secured it with his big but nimble fingers. "That suits you, Jay. Much more than a bunch of fancy jewelry."
Jay let a catlike purr escape his lips. God, those hands! he thought. They make me feel so safe. Sighing, he climbed off the bed. "Don't go anywhere," he warned his lover gently. "I need to use the bathroom real quick, and I'll be right out with something special for you."
Luke stretched out on the bed, contentedly listening to the classic rock music. Some old love song (if you could call it that) from Led Zeppelin played on the TV, and Luke had an idea of what his blonde lover was planning. Phone calls and texts could only go so far. He wanted Jay, live and in person. And he knew the feeling was mutual. He could hear bathroom noises-water running, a toilet flushing, teeth brushing-from behind the closed door.
Finally, the light in the bathroom turned off, and the door opened. Jay stepped out, barefoot and brazen, and approached the foot of the bed. He unbuttoned his maroon-colored workshirt and shrugged it off, letting it slip off his shoulders and drop to the floor. He then reached for his white undershirt and slowly pulled it up and over his head. He let it drop to the floor as well to join the other article of clothing.
Jay's eyes twinkled. "See something you like?"
Luke smiled. "I see a lot of something I like." Sure, Jay had gotten a little fluffy during his captivity/convalescence with the Wyatts, but the workouts at the Performance Center had replaced the fluff with the wiriness that Luke had come to know and love. Jay's blonde hair was longer than Luke remembered it, and it spilled across his forehead in what could only be described as an organized mess. His chest was broad and tanned, sprinkled with blonde hair. His bulldog tattoo stood out proudly on his left arm. The hematite bear dangled and gleamed between his shoulder blades.
Jay slinked towards the bed, his fingers slowly unzipping his jeans and drawing them lower on his hips. "Consider this a late Christmas present," he purred, a knowing grin spreading across his lips. It had been too long since he and Luke had been intimate, so they had a lot of lost time to make up for.
Luke scooted up against the headboard. "Forward much?"
"I don't see the point in wasting any more time," Jay smirked, as he climbed up onto the bed. He eased his jeans further down his hips with one hand as he glided across the sheets so that he could straddle his lover. His eyes darkened with pent-up lust as he let his hands travel across Luke's chest to grab his camouflage shirt. Jay pressed his forehead to Luke's. "Sooo...tomorrow's New Year's Day, and we don't have to be anywhere tomorrow. You wanna be in this for the long haul tonight?"
"You better believe it," Luke chuckled before his and his lover's lips met in a long-awaited kiss.
~~~ANGEL~~~
"Eat up," Daniel smiled, setting a plate in front of Bray and taking a seat of his own across from him. Daniel was now wearing some faded jeans and a flannel shirt that Bray had found in his dresser drawer. The shackle from his ankle was now gone, but he wasn't about to go anywhere. The landscape was too wild and dangerous to make a break for it from what Daniel could see, so he decided that staying put was a safer, more sensible option.
It was now Friday morning, and Bray and his newest "son" were back at the Wyatt compound. Bray figured that he and Daniel could spend a day or two engaged in some one-on-one study before flying out to Baltimore to join Luke, Jay and Erick for the Old School RAW taping. So after the Smackdown taping, Bray and Daniel parted company with his other three sons, who would travel and bunk with the rest of the roster.
Then, early on New Year's Day, Bray took the wheel of the RV, and Daniel was shackled to the front seat as a forced navigator, and together they made the seventeen hour journey back to Louisiana, stopping once along the way to gas up the old behemoth and catch a few hours rest.
During the trip, Bray talked at length about his new pet project, the Seven Diamonds Plus One, which were lessons gleaned from several religious books and the teacher, the Plus One, who'd teach those lessons to others. Daniel thought it was brainless dreck, but he nodded in agreement and engaged Bray with a few questions.
The Wyatt's patriarch also entertained his new son with amusing stories from his days as a long-haul trucker. Daniel laughed at a few of the anecdotes, but he was more surprised than amused. Bray drove a truck? Luke and Erick had been hired hands for Bray's uncle? He wondered what had taken place between Bray's trucking career and his arrival in the WWE that drove Bray off the rails and brought the hired help along with him.
Bray gazed down at the food that was offered him. On the plate was a plump omelet filled with cheddar cheese and green onion. On the top lay a handful of chopped tomatoes that were sprinkled with salt and pepper. Next to the omelet lay a salad of some sort, and next to that lay four buttered slices of toast. From the looks of it, Daniel was cooking breakfast for Bray as a gesture of goodwill. The kitchen wasn't technically advanced by any stretch (it did have a stove, an icebox, a toaster, and a coffee maker), but it was remarkably clean and decently stocked, and Daniel was able to cook with little difficulty.
"It's arugula," Daniel explained. "I'm trying to use up everything I found in the icebox. You should get the boys to eat more fruits and veggies."
"We used to eat a ton of them when we grew them on this property," Bray admitted. "We've gotten away from that while we've been on the road." A pause, while Bray picked up a fork and took a bite out of the omelet. "This is quite good. I didn't know you could cook."
"There's a lot of things that you don't know about me," Daniel shrugged cryptically, as he tucked into his own omelet. The two of them ate in slightly uncomfortable silence, with Bray gaging the atmosphere, and Daniel racking his brains trying to think of something to say.
Finally, he thought of something. "Thanks for letting me talk to Brie on New Year's."
"She's your fiancée," Bray answered him. "It wouldn't be right for me to completely cut her out of your life."
Daniel nodded. Bray Wyatt might have been a ruthless, determined, unpredictable man, but he wasn't heartless. On New Year's Eve, Bray allowed Daniel to make a brief phone call to Brie, to reassure her that he was okay, and to patiently answer as many questions that he was able to. Brie, like most of the talent on the roster, considered the Wyatts a group of religious fanatic nut jobs, and Daniel didn't see a need yet to disagree. But when Brie took a jab at the Wyatts that was loud enough for them to hear over the phone, he was instructed by Jay (rather sternly) to end the call.
Then, on Wednesday afternoon, after Bray and his newest convert pulled into a truck stop to catch some rest, Bray stepped outside to afford Daniel some privacy to make another crucial telephone call. And it was this phone call that made Daniel rethink his predicament:
~~~ANGEL~~~
"Is Bray treating you okay?"
"I'm fine. We had breakfast early this morning, then we headed out. It's a seventeen-hour trip, so we've pulled into a truck stop in Chattanooga so we can both get some rest. Bray's outside putting gas in the RV, and I'm sitting up front."
"Can't you make a break for it?"
"Brie, I'm shackled to the RV. I can't go outside." Daniel could hear his fiancée gasp on the other end of the line, and he tried to reassure her. "It's not that bad, Babe."
"You're shackled?!" Brie's voice was a squeak. "You're chained up like an animal!"
"Brie, I'm not. Bray's just making sure that I don't bolt. Not that I plan to."
"So how's he treating you, aside from the shackles?"
"Actually, pretty well. Surprising huh, especially after the beatdown he and his sons gave me earlier. Really I've just had to listen to a few sermons, some trucking stories, nothing earth-shattering." Daniel paused. "Look, I know you're freaking out over what I've had to do, but I promise. I'm okay, and I'm as safe as I'll ever get with these guys."
"Well, it's not you being in any danger that worries me," Brie sighed. She kept her voice down, remembering the last time she'd spoken to Daniel. Jay had practically forced her fiancé to hang up the phone after she'd called them a bunch of mindless cult freaks, and Jay happened to hear her. "I know you can handle your business. What worries me is that you've chosen to join these guys in the first place, like you've decided to become one of them."
"I didn't have a choice at the time. Luke and Erick beat me to a pulp. If I'd have refused, they would have ended me, Brie. I'd be a mindless zombie, unable to talk, let alone move around and compete in the ring. And they could have hurt you too. I couldn't take that chance."
As Daniel talked, he realized just how defeated he sounded. I've let some religious fanatic break me down! he realized. That's not me! Brie doesn't deserve some broken down cult member for a husband! I'm better than that! And Brie deserves better!
As far as Daniel was concerned, Bray Wyatt was a master of trickery, lies and manipulations. The sad thing about it was that three men that Daniel knew of had fallen for his tricks, hook, line and sinker. What made it even sadder was that a man who had been in the WWE for the better part of two decades and should be wise to the ways of the business was now the Wyatt's lapdog and loyal lackey.
At that moment, he decided that he wasn't going to be the next lackey.
"Brie," Daniel said. "I'm not one of them. And I'm gonna get back to you. I have an idea. When the smoke clears, everyone's gonna see the Wyatts for what they really are. But it's gonna take some time. Before I tell you what I'm planning, I have to know that you won't say anything about this, and that you'll support me."
After a moment of uncomfortable silence on the other end of the phone, Brie said, "Okay. It could be a suicide mission for all I know, but okay. I'll support you. Tell me everything…"
~~~ANGEL~~~
"Well, this place is...different from what I'd expected."
Bray's smile slipped a notch. "You were expecting some kind of crazed Manson-type cult place, weren't you? Satanic rituals, orgies, voodoo, drinking blood, virgin sacrifices, that kind of thing?"
"Truthfully, yeah. I was." What Bray projected in the ring was nothing like what he was seeing and experiencing now. It left Daniel feeling rather unsettled.
"Y'know, I'm kinda surprised at how clean this place looks." Daniel remarked, gazing around at the primitive but clean kitchen.
"There's a family now, who lives on the compound," Bray explained. "They've been here about two months. The RV belongs to them, and they let me borrow it. They spent the first two weeks here cleaning the place. A widow with two high-school age sons and two daughters. One of the daughters is an Aspie. She thinks everyone's an angel." Bray chuckled at that, and then continued. "Anyway, Roselle lost her home after her husband died, I offered her and her kids a place to stay in exchange for taking care of things while we're out on the road. Another girl, Anna, lives here too, and she pitches in quite a bit. She arrived the day before Roselle and her kids did." Bray smiled softly. "So far, it's worked out pretty well."
"So where are they?" Daniel asked, after a bite of toast.
"Where are who?"
"The family that's taking care of things."
"They're visiting some relatives over in Tennessee for the holidays. Anna's visiting her foster parents in Missouri. They'll be back after we leave," Bray answered, before returning to his breakfast.
Bray finished the food on his plate, washing it down with a cup of coffee. It was perfect, hot and strong and bitter. "This was very good, Daniel. Thank you."
When the two of them were finished, Daniel collected the plates, cups and utensils to wash in the sink. He filled the sink with hot water and found some Castile soap under the sink to wash with. Briefly, Daniel wondered if Bray was the type who'd attach some great spiritual value to a task as menial as washing dishes. Bray began to protest mildly, but Daniel held up a hand to shush him. "I'm part of this family," he insisted quietly. "I should start pulling my weight."
Bray got up from the table. "I'll help," he offered quietly, picking up a dish towel. "Least I can do."
Daniel smiled inwardly. So far, his plan was working. Lull Bray into a false sense of security. Say everything he wants to hear. Act like the willing disciple he wants me to be. Then, when he least expects it, strike fast and strike hard.
When I'm done with you, Bray, you and your converts won't know what hit you.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: As I write this, it's January 25, 2015. Roman Reigns won the Royal Rumble. I don't dislike him, and I have nothing against him, but he's not ready for prime time yet, and I think he should have had a few months in the upper-mid card to work on his ring and mic skills. Vince McMahon basically said "FUCK YOU FANS. I'm going to get my way and Reigns is my next face, whether you want him or not." I have a feeling that Brock/Reigns (if the WWE's going that route for WM31) will be a disaster. Just my unbiased opinion. Okay, enough ranting.
BTW, if you want to read more Bray, check out redsandman99's work. Her Bray is a sick, twisted bastard, and he's latched onto Dean Ambrose. Check out The Darkness Inside, Chase The Light (the sequel), Trust, Mine, And He Had A Name, and Look To The Stars.
If this chapter seems a little disjointed, I'm loopy and tired at the moment. Hope it reads okay:)
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