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The song for this chapter is "Here I Go Again" by Whitesnake
Tasha spent the next 2 days off spending time with her daughter and allowing her nose to heal up some. When they entered the arena for Smackdown in Ottawa, she was feeling better than she had in several weeks. However now the pain that was once in her nose, had now gravitated to her heart. She couldn't believe that Colby had allowed her to get hurt, even more so he had been a part of it. She didn't know if she could forgive him for that. Just when she thought things were getting better.
As she changed into her ring gear she grew more angry, every time she looked in the mirror at herself the anger grew. After dropping her daughter off with the divas as usual, she walked through the halls looking for Jon and Joe.
Everyone that she passed moved out of her way, literally climbing the walls to avoid her path, less they be subjected to her wrath and anger. It was apparent to them all that Siren was here, and she was not in a good mood.
As she met up with Roman at the top of the stairs he could tell she was in a bad mood, so he didn't bother to say anything to her.
She nodded at him as their music hit and they made their way down the stairs to the ring. Siren returned the glare given to her by Lana as she and Roman got into the ring. She grabbed two mics and handed Roman one of them. Siren and Roman couldn't help but smirk as the crowd starting chanting Roman's name.
"I'm sure you'd love to stare at me all night and listen to them, but I'm a businessman and I don't have a lot of time. I'm gonna get straight to the point. You think this is your ring? This is my ring. You think you can crush me? You actually think you can beat me tonight? You better think again, buddy. Well, I see you getting anxious, yeah, I see that. You better remember I got a hair trigger and you make one false move, I'm putting my fist across your face so fast, boy."
Lana laughs before raising her mic, "Typical crass behavior of an American swine. You should be careful what you wish for, Mr. Reigns."
Siren and Roman both smirk as the Shield woman raises her mic, "You're telling him to be careful? You're telling Roman Reigns to be careful?"
Roman shakes his head, "You must not know how this operation goes down. I assess and I attack. And I've assessed this situation, the only thing we're missing is a referee, so if we get one down here right now, as soon as he rings the bell, I'm gonna attack and I'm gonna put you on your Putin-kissing-ass, boy." Roman tosses his mic over his shoulder as Siren laughs at the off put look on Rusev's face.
A referee slides into the ring backing the two men away from one another. He tells Lana to get out of the ring so the two can have their match.
But Lana refuses, "No. Not on his terms." She shoves Rusev out of the ring, making him seems like a pussy for backing down to a fight.
Siren decides to throw a little gasoline on the fire, "Yeah, that's right, Rusev. Obey your owner like a good little puppy." The crowd laughs as the two walk back up the ramp, but Siren isn't done yet. "You know Lana, I always knew you had Rusev on a short leash, but I didn't know you had him on a choke chain too." She smirks as Lana screams at her in Russian, it was so much fun getting under people's skin and oh, how she was so good at it.
Siren came backstage with Roman to see Lana waiting for her, the two women glared at one another for a moment before they both smiled.
"That was a good line. You almost had me laughing." Lana laughed.
"I have my funny moments." Siren smiled back. "I'll see you out there later."
The two women bid one another goodbye, Siren continued down the hall to the boys' locker room. She saw Seth down the hallway coming her way, she knew by the look on his face that he wanted to talk to her. She shook her head in a warning to him before she slipped into the locker room and shut the door behind her. She wasn't ready to talk to him about what had happened on Monday, nor was she ready to forgive him, and honestly, she wasn't sure that she could.
The night slipped by quickly and soon it was time for the main event. Siren stood up on the concourse beside Roman, her mood still hadn't improved from earlier.
Her attitude was on full display as she lead Roman down the stairs to the ring. Jumping over the barricade she knocked fists with Roman before he climbed up into the ring.
Taking a stand on the opposite side of the ring from Lana, Siren watched as the match got underway. The match was brutal and aggressive as the two behemoths went at each other. Nearing the end of the match Roman hits Rusev with the Superman punch, then he sets up across the ring for the spear. But interference comes from the outside of the ring as Randy Orton runs out and grabs Roman's head, snapping his neck off of the top rope.
Rusev grabs Roman and whips him across the ring going for a clothesline, but Roman ducks under his arm and hits Randy with a Superman punch, knocking him off of the ring apron. Roman turns back to deal with Rusev, but he's hit in the mouth by a super-kick. As Rusev moves to lock Roman in the Accolade, Lana calls him off, ordering him to the back. As Rusev climbs out of the ring, Siren rolls in to check on Roman. She looks up at Lana who gives her a small nod that only the two women notice, in return Siren nods back.
However the danger is not gone as Siren sees Randy climbing up the ring steps. She stands up putting herself between Randy and Roman.
Randy smirks at her as he gets into the ring, "You gonna make me hurt you, Siren?"
Siren crosses her arms over her chest, "Why not, you've done it before, Randy. Shouldn't be hard for you."
Randy quickly reaches out and grabs onto Siren's wrist, she counters by grabbing onto his inner arm with the hand he was holding, trapping his hand with her free one she twists his arm and drops him to his knees. Twisting his arm more she flips him onto his back, but she doesn't count on his quick recovery as he brings up his legs and kicks her in the chest. She tumbles back over Roman, landing on her back, lying on the canvas clutching her chest that feels like it's caving in.
She looks over to see Randy drop to the mat, preparing to hit the RKO on Roman who is struggling to get to his feet. Not wanting to wait for Roman to rise, Randy grabs him by his hair and lifts him to his feet immediately hitting him the RKO, planting Roman beside Siren on the canvas.
Monday Night RAW in Richmond, Virginia, rolled around with both Superstars and crew members climbing the walls to avoid Siren's path of destruction.
John Cena opened up the show, this time without Siren by his side which disappointed the fans.
"Well, now that we know the main event for tonight, the only thing left, Richmond, Virginia, the champ is here! A feisty, feisty crowd tonight. I mean, you guys are ready for RAW. And it is because we are only six days away from Battleground. And I need to say this right now so you all know that I told you so. If you have not yet signed up for the WWE Network, the free preview ends at midnight, so go and sign up now. The reason I say so is because of this."
John holds up the title hanging over his left shoulder. "Because quite frankly, in six short days, at Battleground, the champ my not be here. You see, The Authority has put me in a fatal 4-way match, where I will square off with Kane, Randy Orton and Roman Reigns. And this Sunday, in that fatal 4-way match, the rules are simple. The first superstar to get a pinfall or submission is declared the champion. So basically, I don't even have to get pinned to lose this championship."
Roman's music booms throughout the arena, all eyes turn to concourse where the Big Dog stands with his manager. Siren smirks as she and Roman descend the stairs, she can sense the irritation in John's face. The two climb up in the ring, Siren hands a mic to Roman as they both stare down John.
"Well, Richmond, Virginia, is chanting your name, so let me introduce you: Roman Reigns." The crowd goes wild screaming for Roman. "Ironically enough, you're my partner tonight. And then, we face off on Sunday. I want to say thank you for what you both did last week. I was in a bad way, and you two bailed me out. So thanks for that. And, uh, cute little stunt at the end of the RAW. I saw your… your message was loud and clear. You are not to be ignored. And this Sunday, it is every man for himself, and I understand that. But Roman, we have to make it to Sunday. And I understand you don't trust anybody, but you have been screwed over by The Authority. And hell, The Authority, they ain't sending me no Christmas card…"
"Get to the damn point, John." Roman says interrupting Cena.
"Say what?" John says looking sideways at Roman, the look on his face making Siren bite her lip so that she doesn't smile.
"You heard me."
"All right. All I'm sayin' is this. We should handle The Authority tonight. And if you want, we get Kane and Orton out of the way, six days at Battleground… then, well, we see if you're as good as you think you are."
Roman laughs and Siren knows that's a bad sign as she smiles shaking her head at John. "I think you're right. We should get rid of Orton and Kane. And then, it's just me and you, John. And maybe we're gonna see if you're really as good as you think you are."
"You know, I see that look in your eye."
Suddenly the two are interrupted by the Lunatic himself appearing on the titan-tron. "Guys, guys, guys. I—I understand the whole, uh, testosterone-driven competitiveness that's goin' on right now. But enough of this prettiest-girl-at-the-dance argument routine you got goin' on, okay? Cause we ain't dancin' tonight, boys. We're fightin'. We got a six-man tag against Kane, Randy Orton and Triple H's little bag boy, Seth Rollins. Now, The Authority always has a plan. But tonight, I got a plan of my own. And it's called operation screw The Authority. And it starts when you two stop arguing, we get together, and we kick their asses."
About that time Kane and Seth step up behind Dean, Siren knows shit is about to go horribly wrong. She drops her mic and rolls out of the ring, running for the back, she doesn't even bother to see if Roman or John is following her, she has to get to Dean.
The two men then jump Dean, Randy coming into the frame to help them as they throw Dean into a wall. Not worrying about self preservation, Dean gets to his feet and launches himself at the three men.
"Is that all you guys got?" Dean says as he lies beaten on the floor, egging the men on.
Seth then jumps up on one of the crates, he eyes Dean, looking for a curb-stomp as the man struggles to get to his feet. But before he can deliver it, Siren runs in, jumping up on the platform beside Dean she nails Seth in the mouth with a super-kick, knocking him off of the crate. Turning quickly she launches herself onto Randy, wrapping her legs around his neck and delivering a hurricanrana onto the floor. She springs to her feet and nails Kane with a kick to the stomach, doubling the man over. But as she backs up to nail him with a knee to the head, her arms are grabbed and twisted behind her painfully.
Randy stands behind her, his strong arms holding her in place. She seethes as Seth gets to his feet, glaring at her he climbs back up on the crate, looking down at Dean who is still doubled over.
"You do this Rollins, and it's over." Siren tells him, she doesn't care that the cameras are still rolling. "There is no coming back."
She sees a flicker in Seth's face, he pauses, but as his attention turns to something behind the camera men, she sees the flicker disappear. Looking behind the camera crew she sees the reason for it, Triple H and Stephanie stand in the shadows, smiles on their faces. She closes her eyes refusing to watch Seth travel further down a one-way road. All she hears is Seth's yell and the sickening crunch that follows as Dean's head connects with the wooden platform underneath him.
Randy lets her go and she falls to the floor, opening her eyes she crawls over to Dean.
She moves back sitting on the floor as the trainers come to Dean's aide. She watches as they help him off of the floor, taking him to the trainer's room for evaluation. She looks up to find Roman and John standing in front of her, Roman holding his hand out to help her up. She shakes her head, swatting his hand away as she stands up.
"You okay?" Roman asks her.
Fire lights in her eyes as she glares up at Roman, "Maybe you should be asking Dean that question. Where the hell were you two? You should've been right behind me. But, no, you two are all about self preservation, right? It's all about Cena and Reigns. Well, how about this, since you two obviously don't need any help, I'll go to the hospital with Ambrose, you two are on your own tonight. Good luck." She snaps sarcastically before shoving past them and walking away.
Siren meets up with Renee as the trainers load Dean into an ambulance to take him to the hospital for further evaluation. Of course the blonde is freaking out, so Siren consoles her friend. Placing her hands on Renee's shoulder to calm her down. "Renee, relax, he's gonna be fine. A few bumps and bruises, a small cut on his chin, that's it. He's gonna be okay. Don't worry?"
Renee nods, she hugs Siren tight. "Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you." She pulls back looking Siren in the eyes. "I know we're not close, I'm just Dean's girlfriend, but…"
Siren shakes her head, "No, Renee. You are not just Dean's girlfriend. You are my friend. We are friends, no matter what."
Renee smiles as she hugs Siren again before the brunette climbs into the ambulance with Dean. "I'll call you later with an update, okay?"
"Okay." Renee says with a nod as the door shut and ambulance pulls out of the building.
In the locker room John approaches Roman, "Okay. So, Ambrose is out, Siren has left, which means now it's just you and me against Kane, Orton and Rollins tonight. This was an obvious setup by The Authority. You get that right?"
"Yeah, I get it." Roman says staring down at his hand. He knew Siren was right. Dean was supposed to be his brother and she was like a little sister to him, and he had let them both down.
"Damn it, Roman! Stand up!" John yells, Roman obliges standing up in front of the champ. "I understand that you wanna be WWE World Heavyweight Champion. You should. But you have to trust me. Neither one of us is gonna walk out champion on Sunday if we don't get on the same page tonight."
"Nobody knows the numbers game like me." Roman tells him. "They took out one of us, but by the end of the night, we take three of them. Believe that."
Tasha sits in the hospital room beside Jon, the doctors had already checked him out and cleared him with a minor concussion. She didn't bother to turn on RAW, she honestly didn't care if Cena and Reigns had lost or won. She couldn't believe how selfish people were becoming lately, only concerned with themselves. She was the opposite. She knew that one day her career with the WWE would be over, and the only things she would have were her family and friends. So until that day came, the people she cared about took precedence over her job.
After Renee showed up to take care of Jon, Tasha bid them both goodnight and went downstairs where Daryl was waiting with her rig. She sat in the back where her daughter was watching a movie on the TV, as they drive to Fayetteville, North Carolina for Smackdown. After getting her daughter to bed, Tasha sat up most of the night wondering how her friendship with Colby had taken such a dark turn. And as mad as she was at him, she missed him, but could their friendship survive the toll that their job was putting on it.