Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Threesome, Kidnapping, Threats, Self-Harm, Attempted Suicide, etc.

"Okay. So Ryback is the man that attacked Seth." Roman nodded, understanding clear in his eyes. "What exactly do you suppose we do about it? We're not in the best of shape, in case you haven't noticed."

Dean nodded solemnly. "Oh, trust me, I've noticed. It would take a blind man not to notice. But I do have a plan. A plan that involves the grandest stage of them all… WrestleMania."

WrestleMania 29

The Shield had pulled off the unthinkable, defeating the three man team of Sheamus, Randy Orton, and the Big Show on the grandest stage of them all. In doing so, they entered into an elite rank of stars that have won their WrestleMania debut. But that wasn't their focus that night. While there had been little communication with Seth, Dean and Roman had been plotting their revenge on the so-called 'monster', Ryback.

His match with Mark Henry was swift and painful. Neither man was truly built for endurance, so it was interesting to watch them contest a decent-length match. Dean and Roman were especially interested in the outcome of the match. Standing backstage, they watched the duration of it on television, marveling at the swift punishment that Mark Henry enacted on their soon-to-be victim. He was, in effect, doing all the hard work for them.

Soon enough, the match was over. Mark Henry was declared the victor, and after several painful minutes, Ryback clawed his way backstage. Though he was severely weakened from the match, he still looked angered and hostile. Dean smirked. He turned to Roman, who was already thinking one step ahead of him. The muscle of the group charged the monster when his back was turned, sending him crashing to the floor face-first. It broke his nose.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ryback groaned, trying to hold his throbbing nose. However, Roman wouldn't loosen the knee cutting into his lower back, effectively paralyzing him.

"Oh? What is this, now? You can't take a little bit of your own medicine?" Roman taunted, taking his head and grinding it into the stone. He pulled back after a few minutes, satisfied. "Want to know how that feels on concrete?"

"I don't know what the hell the two of you are talking about, but I swear, if you don't get off my back right now…"

Dean came around front, staring down at the 'monster' disdainfully. "I'll start with the basics. Try to catch up."

Ryback growled. Roman growled back, and he fell silent.

"We had a little talk with Justin Gabriel, your former boy-toy, and showed him some… personal letters that you sent to our submissive. We know how well acquainted you are with him, Ryback. We know what you did."

Roman leaned down, growling into Ryback's ear, "We know that you put your dirty, filthy hands all over him. We know how scared he was, and is, of you. And we know that you turned him against us."

Ryback grinned menacingly. "What the hell would I want with trash like Seth Rollins?"

Roman was ready to kill the bastard now, but Dean shook his head. "Don't you ever talk about him like that!"

Roman flipped him around so that his bloody face was toward the ceiling, if only he could stare into the bastard's eyes. Without even questioning him, he knew that Ryback had been the one who had assaulted him. He knew it, and it disgusted him. Ryback saw that in his eyes and started to laugh, his voice detached and far off. Roman, in return, took hold of his broken nose and twisted. The laugh turned into a whining howl of pain.

Roman could remember laying there in his own blood, feeling torn, battered, bruised. He had never felt dirtier, more corrupted, in his life. And this man – he had the nerve to laugh at that! Slowly, he released Ryback's nose and let the man's hands come up to cup his face. He was keening with pain, which was exactly where Roman wanted him to be. He wanted the monster to feel like he had felt. He wanted him to be absolutely miserable.

"Tell us, Ryback. Is it not true that you did entertain a relationship with Justin Gabriel for several months?"

Ryback's lips were dotted with blood. "No, it's not true."

Dean made a small 'tsk' with his tongue. "I don't think you understand the severity of your situation, Ryback. You see, Roman already wants to hurt you much more than I do. If you continue to lie, I just might let him do it…"

Ryback stared at the two of them defiantly, before he spit in Roman's face. "I didn't."

Dean looked to Roman, who slowly climbed to his feet. The Samoan met his gaze with a steady glare, before he let out a low war-cry that sounded akin to a grunt. Dean took hold of Ryback's shoulders, while Roman took hold of his ankles. They swung him into position for the power bomb… but then Roman hesitated. Turning around, he walked over to where the cars were located, and picked out a dark red car with a very breakable windshield.

"This is your last chance, Ryback. Tell us the truth and I'll tell Roman here to back off." Dean said.

Ryback snarled, before he looked away. "Do what you want. I'll sue you both for assault."

Dean shrugged, before he waved Roman on to continue. "Don't say I didn't try to warn you."

Seconds later, the sound of breaking glass resounded throughout the deserted parking lot as Ryback was forced through the windshield of a very expensive foreign car. Not ten seconds later, he was back in Roman's arms, and Roman took off, thrusting Ryback's vulnerable spine into the side of the forklift. That was the monster's undoing. He fell down, Roman's body no longer there to support him, and flinched violently as his body contorted.

"Fine! You want to know the truth? I did go out with him, I did! Just… don't… touch… me."

Earlier That Week

"Justin?" The South African turned around at the sound of his name, flinching when he saw that it was Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns of The Shield.

"What is it? I haven't interrupted any of your plans for justice, at least, I don't think I have. What do you want with me?" Justin asked, wary of the two bigger stars.

"We don't want to bother you. We only have one question." Dean said, before motioning to Roman's offensive stance. "Don't worry about him. He's just a little stressed."

"Stressed. Right." Justin didn't look convinced. "What do you need?"

"You were in a relationship with Ryback for several months." It wasn't a question. It was a fact.

Justin nodded reluctantly. "Yeah. And?"

"Did he ever send you letters like this?" Dean held out the stack of letters that Seth had given him. It only took Justin a few seconds of staring at the first letter to nod.

"Yeah. All the time."

Dean smirked. "That's all we needed to know."

Present Time

"Now, we have a very simple, yes or no question for you. Do you think that you can handle that?" Dean asked, his eyes narrowed on their victim.

Ryback glowered at them.

"Did you rape Seth?" Dean asked.

"No!" Ryback declared fervently. For his efforts, Roman kneeled on his stomach. Black dots danced before Ryback's eyes and for a second, he was certain that he blacked out.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you?" Dean asked, smirking as he watched Roman work every part of Ryback's body until it cried uncle. It always got him hot and bothered.

"I said I didn't rape him!" Ryback continued.

Roman was furious. The blood was practically boiling in his veins. With the greatest of ease, he picked up the monster, spun him around and slammed his spine onto the floor with as much force as he could muster. Ryback screamed in absolute misery, trying to force Roman off. His antics, however, only caused Roman to do it a second, and even a third, time. Ryback was practically unconscious when Dean finally pulled Roman off.

Ryback chuckled, blood on his teeth. "Fine? You want to know the truth? I did make love to him. Over and over and over again." And then, "But don't even waste your time trying to find him. By the time you do, it'll be too late."

Dean growled. "Why? Why will it be too late?"

"Because Seth wants to kill himself." And with that, Ryback lost consciousness.