So a Chicago Street Fight.
Seth is understandably furious. Furthermore, the PPV is in Colombus, Ohio which might as well be Dean's home turf. He's shooting promos in parking lots at night, in dodgy back alleys and in front of barbed wire fences to strike fear in Seth's heart. "It's been a long.. long time coming… I've never liked trusting people, Seth. I don't like when people cheat me. I had a bad feeling about you from the start but I persevered and at some point I stupidly considered you a friend. A brother… I don't forget, Seth, I never forget. Until you're burning in the pits of hell, I won't stop. Then I'll come down there myself and beat your ass another time. I've been waiting for this… When I get my hands on you, you son of a bitch Seth Rollins–" A vague pause to let Seth fill in the blanks as Dean turns away from the camera mumbling and holding up a shaky, eager hand before punching his palm, "–and I'm going to THROW YOU IN THE RIVER."
Everywhere Seth goes he's haunted by Dean's threats. At first he shrugs it off but eventually becomes more and more frightened. Even when he sees water he starts to have the beginnings of a mental breakdown, like Dean could be around any corner about to dunk his head in it.
The PPV rolls around and the main event is booked as Rusev defending his Intercontinental Championship against Bray Wyatt. Seth and Dean's match is second, after a tag team match between The New Day and the Lucha Dragons.
Seth's theme hits first along with the toll of the bell and the announcement of the match. He slowly walks out, checking around the stage before putting on his cocky facade, banging his chest and pausing at the top of the ramp to look around the arena. It's clear he's trying to stall time and before he takes a step to the ramp, Dean appears from the side of the camera and tackles Seth, barraging him with punches.
Seth rolls out of it and starts running in the aisle between the ground seating and the lower levels, continuously throwing his head back. When he thinks he's lost Dean, Seth slows to a stop, still looking around before ducking a punch from the lunatic from the other side. Seth hooks his arms around Dean's neck and twists around for a falling neckbreaker on the concrete.
The Leigon's 2IC gets up and legs it back to the ring, where he throws up the apron cover and starts pulling out anything he can find, chairs, tables, ladders, kendo sticks, chains, water bottles, everything. One of the timekeeper's chairs is hurled over the back of Seth's head and he goes tumbling over it. Dean storms over the wreckage to grab one of the kendo sticks and brings it down on Seth over and over until it breaks. He finds another kendo stick and repeats the process until Seth is a broken tangled mess, barely five minutes into the match.
Dean sets up a table, picking Seth up and laying him down on it. The lunatic jumps onto the apron and looks to do an elbow drop before he glances around, eyes connecting with the Spanish announcers desk. Dean jumps back down, motioning to JBL to help him with the table. Dean removes the monitors from the Spanish announcers desk, throwing them aside. The two heave up the table onto the desk with the 200 pound Seth still lying on it. Dean gives JBL a grim grin and a thumbs up before taking the iconic cowboy hat and putting it on. The lunatic climbs onto the table, pulling up Seth's limp body before the Legion's 2IC counters with a punch. Seth heaves Dean up by his torso onto his shoulders before hitting a sit-out powerbomb which destroys both the table and announcers desk, leaving the two men weakly entangled with each other inside the debris.
When the uproarious "THIS IS AWESOME" chants die down, Seth's voice can be heard over one of the abandoned headsets from the announcers desk. "KEVIN," he croaks, "KEVIN!"
Kevin Owens' personal SUV pulls into the arena, coming to a stop near the ramp. He bursts out, charging down to the ring, pulling Seth out from the wreckage and heaving the man over his shoulder. Owens takes his 2IC to his car, opening the back door to lay Seth over the seat. A huge cheer from the crowd causes Owens to turn around too late as Dean dropkicks him into the door which rips off from the car, leaving The Legion leader in an unconscious heap. Dean scrambles inside the car and climbs into the front seat before taking off with a screech of the tires.
There's a good minute of dead air as Owens is out cold on the car door before there is some confused adlib from Cole, JBL and Lawler. Owens stirs, slowly getting to his feet before limping towards the nearest microphone. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU IDIOTS? ANNOUNCE THE NEXT MATCH! DON'T JUST STAND THERE COLE YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT. DO SOMETHING! TAKE SOME INITIATIVE!"
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Sasha Bank's theme hits and she walks out, taking the mic from Owens, "Since you can barely handle your own pay per view I think it's time you let a real Boss take over." She goes on to announce a Diva's match between Becky Lynch and Natalya. The rest of the Divas roster also walks out, standing around the ring as if it's a lumber match but instead of facing towards the ring, they're facing away from it. Like a shield against the entire WWE.
A farcry from the old WWE, the women put on a highly entertaining 25 minute match, keeping the audiences attention and emotional momentum from the previous match. Whenever it seems like any of the factions might intervene, the women modify formation in an extremely intimidating way with Sasha at the helm. Natalya barely goes over, putting Becky in a brutal Sharpshooter at the end of an exhausting back and forth. The two girls hug as soon as the match is over and Sasha rounds up the girls before they all walk together out of the ring, glancing symbolically to Owens who had been watching the whole thing from the top of the ramp.
"I don't know what just happened but that was great!" JBL exclaims at the elephant in the room.
A ringtone fills the arena and Cole takes out his mobile, answering it with a curious expression. Muffled rock music blares over the speakers before Rollins' voice cuts through it, "Hello? Hello?"
"This is Cole.. Seth is that you?"
"Cole?! Why are– oh it doesn't matter, look you gotta help me, I don't know where he's taking me. He's a goddamn lunatic!"
"How am I supposed to–" The phone is ripped from Cole's hands by Owens who places it to his ear.
"Seth, what landmarks are you near?"
"I'm.. I'm, uh–" There's a crackling over the line before crazed laughter of Dean can be heard in the background. "OH MY GOD," Seth screeches, "WE'RE ON A BRIDGE.. I CAN SEE THE WATER. HE'S ACTUALLY GOING TO THROW ME IN THE RIVER. KEVIN! KEV–"
The line cuts out and Owens climbs over the announcers desk to intimidate Cole to give him his car keys who fumbles to hand them over. "John, you're intelligent," Owens says to JBL, pulling out a crumpled piece of lined paper from his pocket, "You're in charge of the pay per view now." Owens jumps the timekeeps barricade and bolts out of the building.
"Uhh," JBL gulps, glancing to the paper, "I suppose then.. comin' up next is, ah… the first 'America Sucks Fatal Four-Way match'?"