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The song for this chapter is "Bad Blood" by Taylor Swift
Colby was still fuming on Tuesday as he entered the arena for Main Event. He knew he had a segment with Triple H that night and he knew that what he had to say would only drive Tasha farther away from him.
Triple H started out the show, coming to the ring and bragging about his new found protégé, Seth Rollins. Then he called Seth to the ring to ask him how it felt to turn on his brother's.
In her hotel room Tasha watched Main Event, she frowned as she watched Seth walk to the ring. Seeing his new found sense of style, wearing suits all the time and pulling his hair back, only furthered her thoughts that Triple H was not just having an effect on Seth Rollins, but on Colby as well.
"You know, that's an interesting question, actually. When I stood in this ring, right here actually and I had the chair in my hand and I took a step back. And right before I swung as hard as I could at Roman Reigns, there was this moment. This stillness came over me, this clarity. And then I stepped forward and I struck my brother right in the back! And I looked over at Dean Ambrose and I saw him trying to grasp what was happening. And before he knew what hit him, I dropped him too! The feeling I had was a power that I can't even describe. It was incredible. It was nothing like I ever felt in my entire life. It was nothing like Roman Reigns or Dean Ambrose is ever going to feel. They'll never knew that power because everything they ever were, they owe to me. And they're nothing without me. They'll never know that power, just like each and every one of you will never understand that power, because, just like you, Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose are destined for mediocrity. Their entire lives—yes, their entire lives, and your entire lives you'll sit in the exact same place, and you'll do the exact same thing, and you'll never reach any of your dreams or accomplish any of your goals. Because you don't have the guts."
Tasha shook her head as she watches Triple H mouth the exact same words that Seth says. She knew that no one else would notice such a small thing, but she did. It was clear to her that Seth was simply another one of Triple H's puppets. He wore what he was told to, did what he was told to, and said what he was told to.
"That's right. You don't have the guts to do what I did on last Monday. You know who does understand that power? Triple H understands that power. He understands more than anybody what it takes to get to the top. You can't sit around idly and wait for opportunities to come your way. No you got to strike while the iron is hot. You've got to create your own opportunities. And even more than that, you've got to seize those opportunities. My goal in this business is to be the greatest that ever stepped foot in this ring. And don't think for two seconds that I wouldn't skewer my friends in the back and walk over their bodies to do what I gotta do to be the best! I adapted and I evolved. What you're looking at is the evolution of Seth Rollins. Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose were nothing but dead weight and I did what I had to do, I cut them loose. Now, I said a second ago that you've got to create your own opportunities and you do, but I'd like to take this time to thank a man who helped me create this specific opportunity. Triple H, thank you for helping me create this opportunity."
The two shook hands and Tasha felt the need to vomit rising in her throat. She knew this was going to end badly for Seth, but if he was so sure that he was doing the right thing, then who was she to tell him otherwise. She smiled however as Dolph Ziggler's music hit and he waltzed out on stage with a mic. He had been very vocal the last two weeks about his distain for Seth and what he had done to his brother's.
"Congratulations Seth, let me be the first to congratulate you, on being a self centered scum bag traitor. You see Seth, you can giggle all you want. But I know people like you, everybody here knows someone like you that's either stabbed them in the back, found the loophole to get around things, taken every possible shortcut there is to get ahead, but not me, Seth. See, every time I step foot in that ring I have a chip on my shoulder that says I'm here to show the world just how damn good I am at this! You Seth, I'm going to wipe that smug look off your face and I'm going to cram that arrogance down your tiny giraffe neck because tonight—tonight I'm gonna show the world what it means to be a WWE Superstar. And I'm going to do it without an evil maniacal boss holding my hand every step of the way. So, sharpen up that knife, Seth, cause tonight you're gonna need it."
Tasha knew that Dolph would get crushed in the match, it was inevitable. But she admired the man's confidence.
She found it interesting that Seth still wore his Shield gear when he came to the ring, she had figured her would ditch it immediately and get some ring gear of his own. She was proud of Dolph during the match, he held his own. But knowing Seth's talent, she wasn't surprised when he gained the upper hand and finished Dolph off with a curb stomp for the win.
Thursday night Smackdown came around, another night of every one relieving the destruction of The Shield.
"Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta. Shield."
The night kicked off with Siren leading Dean and Roman down the stairs through the crowd. Roman had a match against Barrett, but first they had a few things to get off of their chests.
Siren hopped over the barricade, followed by Dean and then Roman. The group entered the ring amid the loud cheers of the crowd. Like usual, Siren grabbed a mic from the crew and handed it to Dean, he was slowly becoming their mouthpiece.
"I don't need to tell you what you already know. So I don't need to tell you what the Authority is trying to do. It's as clear as day. Triple H, you think you hold all the cards. You think you've stacked the deck against us? Well, listen up, kiddo. We're not gonna wait for you to deal. We're gonna flip that table right over, and we're comin' for your throat. As for puppet suit Seth Rollins, my, uh-"
Dean glances over at Siren and Roman who shake their heads.
"Well, I guess he's not my brother, my former business partner, I'm shutting down the Seth Rollins business for good. And I know that look." Dean says pointing to Roman who wore a scowl on his face. "I feel like you may have a message for another spineless corporate stooge. So why don't you give it to him?"
Dean hands the mic to Roman who flips his hair out of his face and raises the mic. "I hope you're enjoying your night off, Randy, because when I get my hands on you, you're gonna want a permanent vacation. And like I said Monday Night on Raw, you think you're the face of WWE, but you're not the face. You're the ass. And you're also just a spoiled little kid who gets whatever he wants from his daddy, Triple H."
Siren and Dean laugh as they make "o" faces, before Dean walks around sticking his tongue out, grinning.
"You didn't even qualify for the Championship Ladder Match. You were just given the opportunity, like everything else. Well, guess what? Every wants to be WWE Champion. But who knows? Maybe Dean or I will just beat you to it."
At that moment the group hears Triple H up on the titan-tron, of course he wouldn't come out there to face them in person. "Wow. Wow, guys. That—that… I got to hand it… That really sounds good. But unfortunately, there are only so many slots available to qualify for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship Ladder Match. I only really have one qualifying slot available, and there are two of you. It seems really unfair. So there's only one fair way to decide who gets that shot." Mocking them, Triple H holds up a quarter. "You're brothers. So, I wouldn't want to do this any other way. So, here we go." He flips the quarter before declaring, "Dean Ambrose! Congratulations, Dean Ambrose. You get the opportunity to qualify tonight. I say congratulations kind of loosely, because you're gonna go up against Bray Wyatt. Oh, and, uh, Roman? I know how you guys like to do things together, so, uh, I'm gonna ban you from ringside, and I'm gonna ban the rest of the Wyatt Family from ringside, as well. And Dean, you might want to just pick up your little things and leave the ring right now, cause you're banned from ringside for Roman Reigns' match, which is next. Cause Roman, I've got some bad news for ya."
As Barrett comes down to the ring Dean knocks fists with Roman and Siren before he takes his leave backstage. Siren assures him that she has Roman's back, she will do whatever to protect her guys.
Siren stands ringside cheering on Roman while also watching the ramp and surrounding areas for any interference from anyone. Just as Roman starts rolling, delivering the Superman punch to put Barrett down, he backs into the corner ready to deliver his devastating spear. 3MB waltzes down to the ring looking for some payback against Roman.
The three men enter the ring and attack Roman, the ref has no choice and calls for the bell. Barrett wins via disqualification as the beat down in the ring continues. Siren, determined to keep her promise gets up on the ring apron and climbs up onto the turnbuckle. Hurling herself towards the group she tackles the three men to the canvas. Rolling towards the corner she clutches her ribs, that was a hard hit, but it allowed Roman a moment to recover.
As the three men struggled to cover Reigns and inflict more pain, Roman burst to his feet, knocking all three men backwards. He clears the ring of all three men before climbing down out of the ring, stalking Jinder Mahal. He grabs the man and hurls him over the announcer's table, before leveling McIntyre with a spear. Then getting to his feet he spears Heath Slater in mid air as the man jumps off of the ring steps.
Roman climbs back into the ring, leaning down he helps Siren to her feet checking on her. She waves him off, "I'm fine, Rome."
"Are you sure?" He asks concerned.
"I'm fine. Promise."
Roman then smirks, "You're crazy you know that."
Siren laughs as she raises Roman's hand, the crowd yelling as they jump to their feet for the duo as The Shield music rings throughout the arena.
Later in the night Siren is stretching her sore muscles as she gets ready for Dean's match against Bray Wyatt, when Dean and Roman approach her.
"You sure you're okay, darlin'?" Dean asks her as he inspects her taped up ribs.
"Yes, guys, I'm fine." Siren says with a sigh. "If I wasn't okay, I would let you know. But we all know that even if I'm not 100%, I'm still gonna be out there with you."
The two men nod, they knew she was stubborn and that she would be out there with them no matter what.
Siren stands backstage with Dean as Bray Wyatt makes his way down to the ring for the match. She smirks at Dean as their entrance theme booms and the crowd goes wild.
"Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta. Shield."
Siren leads Dean down to the ring, touching fists with the crowd as they descend the stairs. She hops over the barricade with Dean behind her, the man pointing to the WWE Championship belts that hang over the center of the ring.
The match starts out rough, Bray taking the early advantage over Dean with a wicked clothesline. The two beat one another throughout the next 9 minutes, with Siren cheering on Dean from ringside. She knew he could beat Bray, she just hoped that unlike with Roman earlier, there would be no outside interference.
Finally Dean hit Bray with his finishing move "Dirty Deeds", Siren slapped the mat begging for him to cover Bray before he could recover.
But just as she had feared there was interference, from someone that Dean could not ignore. Seth Rollins appeared, standing on the announcer's table shouting at Ambrose.
Siren begged Dean to ignore him, but the lunatic's hatred for his former brother took over him as he rolled out of the ring and tried to grab Seth. The Architect jumped down from the table and ran towards Siren, she prepared to give him another Super-kick, but he switched directions and rolled into the ring. Dean gave chase, but Bray was lying in wait, he nailed Dean with "Sister Abigail" for the win.
Siren stood fuming, glaring a hole through Seth as the former Shield member laughed walking backwards up the ramp.
Siren was pissed as she stalked through the backstage area, everyone in her path moved to the side, they didn't want to get in her way for fear of her attacking them. Siren found the door that she was searching for, not bothering to knock she threw the door open as she found the man she was looking for standing in the middle of the room.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She screamed as Seth looked up at her in surprise, he hadn't expected her to come find him.
"I don't know what you mean, Siren." He said after seeing the camera crew that had been following her standing in the doorway.
"If you want to screw up your life, that's fine. But leave Roman and Dean alone." She threatened.
Seth smirked, "Are you threatening me, Siren?"
Siren turned seeing the camera men in the doorway. Knowing she had something to say to him that no one could hear she strode over to the door. "Get out!" She shoved them back and them slammed the door in their face.
Turning back she saw the smile fall from Colby's face, he shook his head. "Tasha, I'm sorry. Triple H—"
She held up her hand halting him, "Yeah, I get it Colby. Triple H calls all of your shots now." She walked up to him standing as close as she could, her voice low so that no one outside the room could hear her. "You want us to forgive you, to understand? You want all of us to be okay? Then you better start calling your own shots. Right now, I'm the only thing that is keeping Jon and Lee from ripping your spine out of your mouth. Keep pushing me Colby, and I'm gonna let the hounds off of their leashes."