Chapter 39
Originally, the lineup was the Asylum match would happen BEFORE the Women's championship match, but Vince had changed it at the last minute. He swapped the Women's championship match and the Asylum match, so the Asylum match was the second main event of the night. Stephanie didn't understand the change, but rarely argued with her father and watched as Dean Ambrose made his way to the ring. This was going to be brutal and she sincerely hoped both men remembered the stipulation of no coloring in the match, which meant no blood.
Jecina was a ball of nerves as she clasped her hands together tightly, much like she had at Raw almost 2 weeks ago. Lilianna had joined her, staying silent, and they stayed near gorilla position sitting on an equipment trunk in front of a monitor. She took Jecina's right hand, noticing the ring and thought it was beautiful, before her eyes moved back to watch the match. Nobody knew what these men had planned for each other, but she could SEE the hatred between the two while they eyed each other in the ring.
"Is that fucking nunchucks up there?" Lilianna blurted out, looking over at Jecina, who just nodded. "Let me guess – Dean's?" Another nod. "Those weapons are mostly Jon's though, aren't they?" Another nod. "Sweetie, he's gonna be all right…"
Dean had a collection of nunchucks and she couldn't remember ever seeing Jon with a pair, which was another difference between the twins. They both had their variety of weaponry in this match. "I really hope so." Jecina whispered, planning on finding a way to hurt Ambrose if Jon wound up in the hospital for a third time because of his brother. "Come on, Jon…"
"Ready to eat your words from earlier, Ambrose?" Jon asked casually, looking up at the weapons dangling above their heads and couldn't wait for the bell to ring.
"Ready to be sent packing out of MY company, Moxley?"
The second the bell rang, the fight was on as the brothers began hammering each other with flying fists. Jon had on faded blue jeans with rips in the knees and a black beater while Dean had dark blue jeans and a grey beater. Normally, Jon didn't wear anything up top, but because of his back still heavily bruised, it wasn't an option to come out here bare from the waist up. Same attire, but the men couldn't have been farther apart as far as in-ring styles. Dean was ground and pound while Jon could be methodical and somewhat slow, going fast when the situation warranted it.
"Jesus…" Jecina covered her mouth with her hand when Dean tossed Jon face first into the cage, only for Jon to reciprocate with a devastating lariat. "Come on, baby!"
"Those guys are matching each other move for move." Lilianna observed, chewing her thumbnail and immediately stopped, not wanting to ruin it before she had go out to the ring after this match, if it could even be called that.
Jecina nodded silently, eyes glued to the monitor and smirked when Jon and Dean began going for the weapons. Jon grabbed a barbed wire bat while Dean went for the nunchucks, forcing Jon to laugh at him. That was until Dean began showing his moves in the ring with the nunchucks, proving he knew exactly how to use them. Jon snarled, gripping the barbed wire bat and didn't care if his brother knew how to use nunchucks. He knocked them right out of Ambrose's hands and swung the barbed wire bat to land directly in Dean's gut. Dean dropped to his knees instantly, yelling out when Jon hammered it against his back, between his shoulder blades, next.
"I told you I'd make you eat your fucking words, Ambrose!" Jon shouted angrily, his eyes glacial and grabbed one of his favorite weapons from his Indy, CZW days. The kendo stick.
Each strike against Dean's back sounded like a gunshot had gone off as Jon went all-out on his brother, whacking him repeatedly. It was 20-30 times, he lost count after 20, honestly. The kendo stick actually BROKE, which was very hard to do unless done intentionally. Dean was writhing in pain on the mat, rolling with every strike against his back and suddenly felt what his twin did almost 2 weeks ago. The steel chair hurt, but the kendo stick was worse because it was made of full bamboo. Snarling, Jon tore his beater down the middle and let it hang around his waist from his jeans, tossing the broken kendo stick to the side. Lifting Ambrose over his shoulder, Jon catapulted the man's face into the cage as hard as he could, doing it a couple times before dropping Dean's body to the mat in a heap.
His eyes suddenly went back up to the dangling weapons and a sick smirk curved his lips, having his eyes set on one thing. There was a bright orange bucket suspended by two ropes and Jon climbed up while Dean continued writhing on the mat, grabbing the bucket. He pulled a couple times to free it from the ropes and climbed back down, landing on his knees on the mat. The world saw the results of Ambrose's attack all over Jon's back, but he didn't care and stuck his tongue out between his teeth. Through glazed over eyes, Jon pulled something out of the orange bucket, a black velvet bag, and the crowd began cheering louder.
"What the hell is that?" Lilianna demanded, watching Jon rise to his feet just as Dean managed to pull himself up in the far corner of the ring, her eyes widening.
"Oh my god! NO!" Jecina shrieked, not caring who heard her and shot to her feet, her own eyes bugged out. WAS JON OUT OF HIS MIND?!
Thumbtacks.
Thousands of thumbtacks spilled out of the bag all over the ring as Jon began laughing while Dean looked on in horror. His eyes had tears in them from the amount of pain he was in and all he could do was clutch to the ring ropes, scared out of his mind. He NEVER thought Moxley would take it this far and hoped somebody stopped this because he didn't know if he had the strength to fend his brother off. The last thing he wanted to do was plant in those damn thumbtacks!
"Ohh yeah, now we're about to have some REAL fun, BROTHER!" Jon cackled, slowly heading toward him rubbing his hands together and began channeling who he used to be in the Indy's.
This was his element and where he belonged as Jon soaked the moment in, the crowd buzzing loudly in anticipation for what was about to happen. Dean swallowed hard, seeing the malice swirling through his twin's eyes and shook his head, knowing he'd have to fight for his life. Literally. He kicked Jon in the gut and sent him into the cage, buying him sometime. Dean could fight all he wanted, but in the end, he would wind up in those thumbtacks, even if Jon had to go with him.
"Jon…" Jecina whimpered, dropping to her knees in front of the monitor and didn't know if she could watch anymore of this.
Stephanie was by gorilla position, waiting for the match to end and had a stoic expression on her face, alongside her husband and brother, Shane McMahon. Shane had quite a few talks with Jon over his week off and Shane had approved of this happening, of using the thumbtacks. Vince was hesitant to do it, but after Shane assured him all would be fine, he reluctantly pushed it through for approval. Jon had been ecstatic to learn of that fact upon arrival tonight at the arena and now everyone was waiting for the ultimate revenge to happen.
Five minutes later, the inevitable happened. Dean tried to gain the upper hand by delivering Dirty Deeds to Jon, but Jon was too quick for him. He went around him, hooked him up by the arms and drove him face and chest first directly into the thumbtacks, delivering his move the Hook and Ladder. The crowd EXPLODED in both awe and cheers, followed by chants of 'HOLY SHIT!'. Dean had just ate and probably swallowed quite a few sharp thumbtacks.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Lilianna watched as Jon turned Dean over on his back, his face covered in the thumbtacks, along with his chest, torso and legs, little spots of blood already developing. "Jesus…"
"Jesus is right. Holy shit is right too." AJ walked up to them, having caught that last bit of the match and watched the referee count the pin fall to give Jon the victory. "That man is outta his mind to do some shit like that!"
Jecina could not believe what she just witnessed and could tell Jon was completely spent, thumbtacks embedded in a few places on his own body. Dean was busy being treated by WWE officials, trainers and Stephanie had sent the EMTs out to drag him away. She wanted to go out there to Jon, to help him to the back, but he managed to roll out of the ring and walked away with a shit eaten grin on his face, holding his side.
Not an ounce of regret or remorse touched his face while his destroyed brother was strapped to a gurney to be wheeled to the back.
The moment Jon Moxley came through the curtain, his eyes looked for one person and saw his beautiful fiancée crying. He went to her instantly, pulling her into his arms and hugged her close, feeling her cling to him for dear life. Jon rubbed her back soothingly, knowing that had been hell on earth for her to watch, but Dean Ambrose had the beating coming. He deserved what he got for everything he did and said, for trying to end Jon's career.
"Congratulations, Moxley." Lilianna shook her head when he turned around, admiration written all over her face. "You really should go get those thumbtacks out before infection sets in though…"
"On my way, woman. Just had to give MY woman a kiss and let her know I'm perfectly fine."
"Hell of a match, man." AJ shook Jon's hand, clapped him on the shoulder and headed through the curtain for his own match against Roman, with Lilianna by his side.
Jecina really wanted to watch this match, but Jon needed medical attention immediately. It was almost as if he read her mind, ordering her to stay here to watch Roman's ass get handed to him while he went to the trainer's. There was no reason for her to come since they were just gonna pluck thumbtacks out of his skin. They weren't long enough to leave scars, unfortunately, because scarring up his brother's face would've been icing on the cake.
Not only was there a lot of tension and friction between Roman Reigns and AJ Styles, but this wasn't just an ordinary match. This was for the WWE World Heavyweight championship that Roman currently held. Not after tonight, not if AJ had anything to say about it. Lilianna recalled the beating AJ took at the hands of Roman, how he'd been power bombed through the announcer's table and then AJ had retaliated the next week on Raw. These two had a lot of bad blood between them and it didn't help that both The Club and the USO's would be a ringside for this match.
Clapping for AJ, Lilianna had a sleeveless AJ t-shirt that was cut at the bottom to show off just a tad of stomach, along with black leather pants. Her hair was half up and half down, the blue going very well with his top. Her makeup was smoky eyes, foundation and clear gloss. Two inch dark blue dress boots were on her feet that zipped up the sides and her leather pants were tucked in since they were knee high. They both watched as Roman made his way to the ring, taking his time and trying to intimidate AJ, which wasn't happening. Lilianna had bite back a snort when Roman's eyes landed on her and she merely rolled her eyes, doing the belt signal around her waist, pointing to AJ.
Basically, she was giving him the finger in a PG-rated way.
Roman's nostrils flared, his eyes darkening and turning stormy, trying to get his mind off what just happened to Dean in this ring. He STILL couldn't believe the company condoned Jon Moxley to use thumbtacks. Dean was currently on his way to the hospital and Roman would see him as soon as he dealt with this little man and the bitch that broke his heart. He had a plan for Lilianna and she wouldn't like it when all was said and done.
The match was full of intensity and eventually spilled out of the ring, surprising absolutely no one. Both of these men felt they had something to prove. Roman was bigger, stronger, but AJ had been in these fights all of his life and wouldn't back down or go down, unless it was swinging. It was an all-out brawl and AJ grabbed a steel chair, jamming it in Roman's gut to stop the big man. They were over by the Kickoff Panel, the glass table, and Roman suddenly launched AJ on top of it. Luckily, he didn't go through it and Lilianna had followed them, staying back far enough with worry in her eyes for AJ. Just as Roman went to go grab him off the table, AJ kicked him in the head and then delivered a phenomenal forearm for good measure!
Eventually, they were back near the ring and AJ had set Roman up for the Styles Clash on the announcer's table. Roman countered, giving a lethal right hand and then just as AJ leapt at him, Roman back body dropped him right into the announcer's table, obliterating it. Lilianna screamed out, covering her mouth with her hand and couldn't believe how badly AJ landed, knowing his backside would NEVER be the same again after that bump. The crowd was booing Roman, chanting he still sucked, but he didn't care and waved them all off. His eyes suddenly landed on her and Roman hopped off the announcer's table he'd been standing on, pointing at AJ in a taunting manner.
"That's the dick you're sucking now, huh? That's who you want now?! Look at your fuck boy now, Lilianna!" Roman growled, knowing most of his words were bleeped out due to censors and didn't care.
"Fuck you!" She scowled darkly at him, folding her arms tightly in front of her chest and watched Roman saunter over to yank AJ up by the back of his head.
"I want you watch this, boy." Then, Roman didn't hesitate and proceeded to spear the former love of his life as hard as he could, sending her to the thin mats below in a sickening thud.
"LILI!" Jecina shrieked, her eyes snapping to where Stephanie stood in shock and the EMTs instantly rushed out to tend to her.
Even AJ was in awe by what Roman just did, how low he'd sunk and a surge of energy coursed through him as he began attacking the big man. While the EMTs tended to an unconscious Lilianna, Roman and AJ began brawling in the ring all over again, lefts and rights thrown in every direction. The Club came running out to try to check on Lilianna, but to also help their leader and the USO's were right behind them. Those teams began brawling at ringside, destroying each other. In the end, Roman Reigns prevailed by spearing AJ almost out of his boots in midair, after AJ had gone for a phenomenal forearm again, to pick up the victory and successfully defended his WWE title.
Stephanie was beside herself, already planning on firing Roman, but Hunter stopped her and asked her to let him handle this. First Dean had gone off the rails and now Roman – something had to be done about this. They couldn't have their Superstars, men and women, be destroyed out in the ring when it was all supposed to be entertainment for the fans! The EMTs rushed through the curtain with Lilianna strapped to the gurney and headed straight for the ambulance with a breathing mask over her mouth.
All Jecina could do was watch in horror as her best friend was loaded into the ambulance and taken away, AJ hopping in the back to go with her. Just as she turned back to watch the monitor, another shocker happened. Jon had just returned from the trainer's in time to see the triumphant return of none other than the third member of the Shield.
"Well, that's interesting…"
"OH MY GOD, IT'S SETH ROLLINS! SETH ROLLINS HAS RETURNED!"