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Roman Reigns is Joe Anoa'i and Seth Rollins is Colby Lopez (or Patera; it keeps switching on Wiki)

Dean Ambrose's (Jonathan Good) Point of View

Later that morning, Joe woke me up. "Dude, get out of bed," he said, "Or we're gonna be late for the driver."

I pulled a pillow over my head. "Fuck the driver and the eighteen generations of his ancestors." I grumbled.

Joe yanked the pillow off of me and said, "Dude, you need to get up. I know you didn't get much sleep last night-"

"No shit, Dick Tracy." I snapped groggily.

"Get up and change your pad, bitch." Colby said, pulling on a shirt.

I glared. "Go to hell you fucking manwhore." I flipped him the bird as I said this.

Joe slapped my hand. "Put that thing away, Jonathan." I could tell he was annoyed because he used my full first name.

"Whatever." I replied. I then sat up. "Hey, Joe," I said, "Can I talk to you?"

"Sure. What's up?"

"Not when that's around." I said in disgust, looking at Colby.

Colby said, "So, now I'm not even human?"

"You never were." I replied.

"Boys, boys," Joe said, moving to stand between us, "Relax."

"Whatever." Colby said, "I don't wanna be around skullfuck anyways."

"Nobody cares." I said casually.

Colby snatched his jacket from off the back of the couch and stormed out of the room, mumbling something unintelligible.

"Thank fucking God." I muttered.

"So, what d'you need?" Joe asked.

"Uh..." I was beginning to have second thoughts about telling him all of what Colby had said earlier on.

"Spit it out, dude; I don't have all day." Joe snapped.

"Jeeze. Don't be so pushy!" I said.

"Well, don't be such a bitch!" Joe countered.

"Okay, okay," I said in defeat with my hands up. "Joe, I'm in trouble. Like, some serious fucking shit."

Joe's expression softened. "Is it Colby?"

No, its the fucking aliens in the neighbouring room, I thought. "Yeah..."

Joe sat down on the edge of the bed. "What happened?"

"Well, he kinda wants to rape me." I said slowly.

"What?" Joe cried.

"Sshhh!" I said with my index finger to my lips. "What're you trying to do? Wake God?"

"Sorry," Joe answered in a quieter tone, "But that shit's bad."

No fucking way, Joe. Is it really? I thought it was all okay and that nothing is wrong at all.

After a moment of silence, Joe asked, "So, he really wants to rape you? What else did he say?"

I told him everything from what Colby said about the bomb exploding on my ass to how Colby said I wouldn't be able to stop him from raping me. The entire time Joe kept making faces and saying things like "Whoa!" and "That shit's bad."

Once I finished my story, Joe looked at me and asked solemnly, "What're you gonna do?"

"I don't know, man. I wanna report him, but..." I couldn't tell Joe that I was scared of Colby, Colby of all people.

"But what?" he persisted.

I shrugged. "No clue."

"Just report him, bro. It's not that complicated." Joe said firmly.

I stiffened. Joe just didn't understand how difficult it would really be, and how many negative consequences there would be to follow. And, I told him so. "You just don't get it, Joe." I told him quietly.

"Yeah, I do."

"No, you don't." I said louder and through clenched teeth.

Joe sighed. "Jonathan, I'm not gonna argue with you."

"Then don't." I said simply.

"I don't understand, Jon. Why can't you just report him? If you don't, I will."

I stared down at the floor. "Joe, Colby's freaking me the hell out."

"And?"

"What makes you think there's more?" I snapped, looking up.

"It's a gut feeling."

"Okay, you got me; there is more." I said. I then inhaled deeply and said, "I don't want the Shield to be ruined."

"Fuck the Shield!" said Joe. "Your well-being is by far more important than WWE."

"Bitch please!" I yelled.

"What're you trying to do? Wake God?" Joe said stupidly.

I jumped out of bed and approached Joe. I paused, flashed a fake smile, and punched him in the jaw. "Don't you ever mock me ever again!" I shouted. And with that I ran right straight out the door without thinking of clothing first.