Chapter 24:

*Moondust's POV*

Monday Night Raw comes along as Seth Rollins's music starts to blast through the speakers. The fans booed at the pissed off champion as he stomps down the ramp to the ring, getting a mic from one of the employees.

"Art! Art!" he screams in the mic, pacing around the ring. "I want my title back right now! Where are you?!"

Chuckles appear out of my black lips as the screen shows my appearance. Stars of the beautiful universe surrounds me in the background.

"Such stupidity from the so called champion," I speak still chuckling, "it wasn't the daughter of the Hitman who has taken the belt from you. It was I, Moondust!" I grinned, making a pose to the Heavens. "I was the one who has taken the beautiful golden treasure."

"Where's my title?!" he screams back in anger.

"I requested Art to hide it for me, which she has not revealed to me of the whereabouts."

"Stop lying to me and tell me where the title is!"

My anger arises. "Are you accusing me of lying?!" Then I calmed down to speak in a calmer tone, "very well, I shall have Art to bring the title before the night finishes, but until then Seth Rollins, have patience you shall need it."

A chuckle appears out as I blow the tiny stars from my hands.

*Artemia's POV*

The title is over my shoulder as I have my wrestling gear on. My reflection shows me as the champion which it is rather flattering actually.

"Well what do we have here?" Roman smirks looking at my appearance.

"What too much?" I asked, smirking back.

"Whoa Mommy," Feronia looks with widen eyes.

"Hehe, well I must return the title before the night ends."

"Says who Mommy?"

"Moondust."

"Why was she around again?" Roman asked me.

"She sensed that Seth Rollins wasn't done with Moondust yet."

"Awe I see," Roman says, then pulling out his phone. "I need a pic of this."

I posed with with a huge smile on my face.

*End of the night*

All of the members of the Authority appear out of the entrance as the music blasts through the speakers. Seth is pacing throughout the ring trying to find the person who took the title from him. Fans cheer when the music of the Shield blasts through the speakers.

Dean goes first through the main entrance as Roman and I appear out of his entrance through the fans. The title fits perfectly on my shoulder as I head down the stairs.

"Come on," Seth speaks impatiently. "I want the title back!"

"Listen here Rollins!" I screamed at him with my mic. "The only way I can give you back the title if you do something for me and the Shield."

"What is it?!"

"Once our double wedding has finished and we are in England, you promise to have title matches against Roman, Dean, and myself."

The fans went crazy when I proposed the idea.

"Wait a minute!" Stephanie joins in. "Why would you want to challenge the Heavyweight Champion Art? You can just easily challenge Nikki for the Divas title."

"Why would I want to challenge the Divas Champion if all of my life I always wanted to be the Heavyweight Champion of the World?"

"Alright fine!" Seth quickly decides. "Just give me my title!"

"Before I do," I said, turning to my boys. "Gentlemen, you know what to do."

Roman and Dean starts to do the dirty work as I place the title just outside of the ring.

*Thursday Night Smackdown*

*Roman's POV*

I have been scheduled to wrestle a mystery opponent. Seems old really. If only my beautiful vampire goddess can accompany me, but she can't because of business that WWE got for her. Still, I have Feronia with Dean and Adri for her safety.

"Good luck Daddy," the lovely cute voice of my little goddess has always bring a smile to my face as she hugs me like she usually does.

"Thank you Little Goddess," I smiled back to her, hugging her as well. "Be a good little goddess for Aunt Adri and Uncle Dean alright?"

"Yes Daddy."

I wait at my entrance for my music to blast through the speakers. Which they did when the fans cheer like crazy.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Pensacola, Florida weighing at 265 pounds, Roman Reigns!"

My entrance goes by as usual as I wait for my opponent in the ring. Usually, mystery opponents are hard to accept for a challenge because I have no idea who it is, but it must be good for someone to challenge me.

"And his opponent….."

Fans screamed and cheered as I froze in shock. The music of my future father in law blasts through the speakers!

"From Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing at 234 pounds, the father of the future Mrs. Roman Reigns, the Hitman Bret Hart!"

He comes out wearing his signature sunglasses and leather jacket with a mic to speak with.

"Roman," he speaks to me, "I challenge you to a match because of many reasons, but the main reasons are that you are indeed going to be my son in law and also in order for me to give my daughter away to you is that you, Roman Reigns," he's using his hand motions "have to beat me."

"Are you serious?!" I screamed at him without a mic as the fans went crazy.

"That's right, I'm coming out of retirement to challenge my future son in law just for tonight."

He gets into the ring ready to fight just as much I am to him. I love Artemia so much that I need to this match.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer speaks "for this match, there will be a special guest referee."

As soon as she said that, the familiar sounds of the song 'Girl that the Bad Guys Want - Bowling for Soup' plays. I remembered hearing this through Artemia's favorite music collection.

"The special guest referee of the match, she's the girl that the bad guys want, the Hitman's daughter and the future Mrs. Roman Reigns!"

Both Bret and I are in shock as we see her coming down the stairs through the music. The more she comes down, the more I see that she's wearing something totally different. In fact, Artemia's wearing her version of referee clothing. Black longish pants with white stripes going down to the ground from her tiny waist as the black and white striped shirt is formed into a tanktop with her breasts being revealed the same way she normally does. Her makeup is black and white to match perfectly with the outfit. Oh god, what does she look so beautiful in everything she wears?!

She gets over the wall with no problem and walk over to the front ropes to stare at the camera with her seductive vampire eyes. A huge smirk appears on her pale face as she flips over the top rope and landing on her barefeet in the ring.

"Why are you wearing white my little moon?" Bret asked his little girl.

"Don't ask Daddy really don't ask," she groans. "Anyways, alright guys I just want this match to a fair war, is that understood?" she asked us, getting into character of the ref.

"Understood," we both answered.

Artemia signals that bell to ring.

Bret and I got back and forth of getting the three, but always end up getting two. I trusted my love so I didn't argue her like most wrestlers do to the ref. I got to admit it he's still has it even after not wrestling during the years.

Before I knew it, my arm loads up and punch the Hitman in the face. My blood is boiling with excitement as I speer him to pin him. Artemia falls down to her small stomach to count.

"3...2….1!" the fans counted and cheered at the victory.

"Your winner Roman Reigns!"

My music plays as I get hug attacked by my bride to be. Huge grins appear on our faces, knowing that Bret can walk her down the aisle.

Bret Hart sees our hug feast and stood up on his feet, clapping slowly. We look at him calmly while separating. He and I stare down at each other. At this time I don't know what's going on through his mind. His hand pulls out for me to shake it. I slowly accept the handshake, but gotten started when he pulls me in a hug.

"Welcome to the family my son," he whispers to me in my ear.

"Thank you," I whisper back in his ear.