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The song for this chapter is, "Don't Mess With My Girl" by Jon McLaughlin
Monday morning like clockwork Colby picked her up from the airport in Portland, Oregon. Tonight's show would be a special one, it was Hulk Hogan's birthday and Siren was going to have a special part to play, having been a small part of the NWO earlier on in her career. Hulk was one of the many legends she knew personally and he was a good friend of hers.
Changing into her ring gear Siren heard the tell tale music of Brock Lesnar, looking over her shoulder a white hot flash of fear ran through her body as she laid eyes on Brock. "Oh my God, he's here."
Seth looked up at her seeing her face a sickly shade of white, looking over at the monitor he realized what she had said. He stood up quickly and crossed the room, taking her into his arms. "Hey, hey, it's okay. He's not gonna do anything to you. I promise."
"You can't do anything, we can't be seen together, remember?" She said quietly.
"I'll think of something, but if he knows what's good for him, he'll stay away from you." Seth said, a hard look in his eyes.
Siren quickly walked up to the corridor to meet up with Roman, she was hoping to avoid Brock at all costs.
Walking down the isle with Rome her fears subsided and she started to have fun. As they got into the ring Corporate Kane came out to announce Roman's opponent for the night. Which turned out to be two men, Ryback and Curtis Axel.
Not surprisingly the two men started double-teaming Roman, which prompted the ref to ring the bell. Roman won via disqualification, but that's when the two men descended on him to inflict more pain. But they weren't prepared for Roman to retaliate, which he did finally leveling the men with a superman punch to each. He then smirked as the crowd chanted "spear" which he obliged them by spearing both men together into the corner.
Siren smiled as she climbed into the ring and held Roman's hand up, he then climbed up the turnbuckle and saluted the fans. He climbed down standing beside Siren, as Renee got into the ring to interview him.
"Roman, clearly you are physically prepared for this match at Summerslam, but as we edge closer, how do you feel knowing that you're gonna be going one-on-one with Randy Orton at Summerslam?"
Siren smiles as the fans start chanting Roman's name, growing louder in volume. Roman takes the mic from Renee, "I don't know Portland, does it look like I'm readyyyyyyyyyyyy?" The crowd answers with a deafening cheer. "And I'll admit, Randy got me two weeks ago, he left me lying. But he claims I stole something from him. I've never stolen anything from Randy Orton. But this Sunday at Summerslam, I'm taking everything from him. And he claims the Viper's back. What's a Viper when you knock its fangs down its throat? A worthless little worm." He pauses for a moment before hollering, "Believe that."
In the back Siren kisses Seth as he heads to the curtain for his match against RVD. She stands back watching the monitor, liking the redesigned logo on his shirt. She has to laugh as he takes off his shirt, hearing a lot of the girls in the audience screaming. She knew that her man had a nice body, and she had no problem allowing the world to see it. She watched him dispatch RVD with a curb stomp gaining the pinfall. However his cocky mood made her want to take him down a peg, so she got up and headed for the curtain.
As Seth got to the top of the ramp he saw Siren walk out, she stopped just by the edge of the boxes that were set up for Hulk's birthday. Leaning against the tron, she smiled at him wiggling her fingers in a wave.
Getting the feeling that something was up Seth started looking around at the presents behind him, one big one in particular. He glanced over at Siren who just grinned as he walked over, lightly shoving the box, thinking that maybe Dean was inside of it. He walks around it checking to see if the back is open, which it wasn't. He shakes his head laughing at himself for being so paranoid, but he's got a good reason. As he passes the front of the box again, Dean barrels out of the box and tackles Seth to the ground. He tosses Seth down the ramp, then chases him down the ramp into the ring, where Seth escapes out of the ring and runs out into the crowd to avoid the beating.
Dean grabs a mic and slides back into the ring, Siren stands at the top of the ramp holding the briefcase in her hands with a grin.
"Run Seth! Run while you still can. But there ain't no running, ain't no hiding in a lumberjack match in six days. Your ass belongs to me. And for just $9.99, I'm gonna get more than my money's worth."
Dean rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp, stopping beside Siren who knocks fists with him, before they walk backstage, Siren holding the case up for the fans to see.
Siren comes into the locker room, finding Seth sitting on the couch, "You guys suck!"
She laughs, "I'm pretty sure that only applies to me, babe." She holds up the case with a smirk, "You forgot something."
"Can I have it back, please?" He asks with a smile.
"Not yet. I have an idea."
He notices the sinister look on her face and it worries him, "Oh, this is gonna be all bad."
So about half an hour later Siren and Seth were standing in an undisclosed spot in the back. Seth turns to her with an uneasy look, "Are you sure about this?"
"Yes I am. Stephanie is going to continue to haunt us, she's gonna do everything she can to break us up."
"What about Hunter, he's gonna flip."
She shakes her head, "No, he's not. I already talked to him about this and he thinks it's a good idea."
"Why does he think it's a good idea?"
She takes his hands in hers, holding them. "Believe it or not babe, Hunter is on our side. He doesn't want us to have to hide our relationship. He wants us to be able to go out in public, go to dinner, on a date, go out with Kailynn. We're not gonna come out and say we're dating, we're just gonna plant a little nugget in the universe and let the fans do the rest."
"And how is that gonna help us?"
"Hunter said he's got a plan in mind, this is the beginning of it, this is how we start changing things. If you don't want to do it, that's fine. It's up to you babe."
"I want to be able to show you off to the world. I'm in." He said giving her a kiss.
Just before the match between AJ and Eva Marie the tron cuts to a camera in the backstage area. Siren is walking down the corridor smiling, Seth's briefcase in her hand. Suddenly from behind a stack of crates someone grabs her arm and yanks her backwards. She startles as her back is slammed up against a wall, but she relaxes when she notices it's only Seth.
"Interesting greeting, Rollins." She said giving him a bored look. "What do you want?"
"You have something of mine." He says with a glance down her body, his eyes raking her over before stopping at the briefcase.
"Oh, my bad. Is this yours?" She asks with a smile holding the briefcase up.
Surprisingly to Siren and the audience Seth's face takes on a serious look. "Siren, do we really have to be like this? Hating one another? Maybe we don't."
"Mm, maybe we do. You stabbed us all in the back, Seth. That's not something that is easily forgotten, no matter what the good intention behind it."
"But what about us?"
"There is no us, you made that perfectly clear. Paris never mattered remember?" She snapped trying to push past him, but he shoved her back against the wall, a little harder than before, drawing a gasp from her lips.
He leans in close, brushing his lips across the skin of her neck. "I don't think you hate me half as much as you say you do." He doesn't realize that he left himself open, until he feels her teeth bite down on the flesh of his neck. "Ow!" He snapped backing away from her as she shoved the case into his arms.
"What would give you that idea?" She said smiling as she turned to leave.
"The initials around your neck." He said with a grin.
Siren paused turning around, she calmly replied, "They're my initials."
"They're mine too." He shot back as she turned and walked away, reaching up he rubbed at the mark on his neck grinning.
When the cameras cut off Siren ran back jumping into Seth's arms and kissing him. "Nice job."
"You too." He smiled rubbing at his neck, "In the future no more biting at work."
"Why did I hurt you?" She asked puzzled.
"Not exactly." He smirked rubbing up against her, her eyes sparkling as she felt what she had done to him.
"Ah. File that away for future reference." She laughed as Hunter walked up to the two, Siren moving over so that Seth and his "problem" was hidden from the boss' view.
"Nice job you two. That was very good, the crowd was eating it up." Hunter said with a proud smile.
"Thank you for helping us out, Hunter." Seth said holding out his hand.
Hunter took his hand and shook it, "Anytime. Steph may not remember what it was like for us when we started out, trying to sneak around her father and family, but I do. It's not easy, and it really takes a toll on a relationship after awhile. You two care about each other, and that's not something that is easily found in our business. So, I'll help you out however I can, without totally screwing up our storylines."
"Thanks, Paul." Siren said, she only used his real name when she was genuinely talking to him like a friend and not her boss.
"You're more than welcome, Tasha. I'll see you guys later." He said with a smile before he walked off.
Suddenly Seth picked Siren up and swung her around, her laughter was like music to his ears. He set her down and took her face in his hands kissing her deeply.
She pulled back a moment later breathing heavily, "What was that for? Not that I'm complaining at all."
"You are amazing and I am the luckiest man in the world to have you."
"Well, I definitely don't mind a compliment like that. But I'm the lucky one, I get to wake up beside you everyday." She said giving him a kiss, they then walked hand in hand back to the locker room where Dean and Roman were chilling on the couch with Kailynn.
Siren changes into her new Cena shirt, they had made them in honor of Hulk's birthday, red with yellow letters. Taking a deep breath she kissed Seth and headed for the door to meet up with John.
"Be careful, baby." Seth told her.
"I will." She said as she walked out of the door, walking up to the curtain where John was waiting for her.
He noticed the terrified look on her face and he laid a hand on her arm. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. I promise."
The crowd comes to their feet as John Cena's music hits, and he and Siren walk down to the ring. Once inside John takes a mic while Siren stands in the far back corner, her face a mask of stone, trying not to let her feelings betray her cool exterior. She can't help but smile as John lifts the mic and addresses himself as Paul Heyman does.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is John Cena. And six days from now at Summerslam, I am to be maimed and conquered by Brock Lesnar. That is if you believe the prognosticator of prognosticators, Paul Heyman. This Sunday there will be pain, punishment. This Sunday Brock Lesnar will give me the beating of a lifetime. This Sunday there is one thing that Brock Lesnar will not do… win. This Sunday, Brock Lesnar will not win, because for him to win, he is going to have to make me lose, he is going to have to make me lose. Cause I am not laying down for Brock Lesnar. And any of you can take that any way you want, but, Brock, I'm not gonna lay down for you, you know why? Because you don't deserve this."
Siren stands in the corner clapping as John holds up the titles around his neck. "I am not saying I am unbeatable. One day, I will undoubtedly lose this championship, but it will not be this Sunday and it will not be to Brock Lesnar. And every single one of you know why, I don't like the guy. Mainly for personal reasons." John said looking over at Siren, who ducks her head, she hates being reminded of the attack that nearly ended her career.
"He's arrogant, he's a bully, he doesn't give a damn about anyone, but himself. He is the most difficult, uncaring, selfish SOB ever to walk in the WWE locker room and every superstar knows that. But behind that screen is not a social club, this is business and I get that. But Brock Lesnar's idiotic view of this business doesn't reward him with deserving this. I've been out here a lot of times and we've shared a lot of great moments together. I've heard the cheers."
The crowd cheers loudly for him and he chuckles, "This one should be good, I've heard the boos." Siren chuckles as half of the fans boo, John joining her.
"I've been told I can't wrestle." Of course the crowd starts chanting, "You can't wrestle."
"I've heard, "Let's go Cena." The crowd chants.
"I've heard, "Cena sucks." Of course the crowd chants this louder.
He laughs, "And every week, I come out here with a smile on my face. And there's a group of you that ask the question every week, "When does John Cena turn?" "When does John Cena say enough is enough?" "When does John Cena finally stop being about the T-shirts and ball caps?" John takes his hat off and throws it. "When does John Cena finally stop being about the wristbands and K-mart shoes?" "When does John Cena unleash hell!?"
"Well, this Sunday, I fight a beast and to fight a beast, you must become one. So this Sunday, you get your wish, you see a John Cena that I'm not proud of. A John Cena you have never seen before, but a John Cena necessary to keep this out of the hands of Brock Lesnar.
And I'll tell you why Brock Lesnar does not deserve this. Paul Heyman told you earlier tonight, Brock Lesnar believes that this is his house and you belong to him. That is not what this stands for. And any idiot with a pea brain would know that this house has, does, and always will belong to you. This, this is your house. But for the sake of gamesmanship, I'll play along with Brock tonight. Hey Brock, if this is your house, then there's a stranger standing in your living room."
John removes the titles from around his neck, he hands them to Siren who places them over the turnbuckle behind her. "Brock, there is a stranger in your house right now. Try, to come down here and kick me out. Come on. Come on, you talk the talk. I'm standing right in your living room, I'm in your house, you come down here right now and you try to kick me out."
John tosses down the mic and pulls off his shirt, then he retrieves the mic from the canvas. "No Brock, no Brock. We must have interrupted dinner, or maybe he came down with diverticulitis or hepatitis or laryngitis or maybe a huge case of punkbitchitis. We getting serious enough now, Brock. Come on. You said you'd rip me limb from limb, I say you're doing me a favor. Start with my hand, I got way too many fingers. I'm giving you the middle one."
John and Siren stand in the ring as the crowd chants John's name, but still no sign of Brock. "Fine. Paul Heyman, you want a response? Here it is. I'm not gonna repeat history on Sunday, I'm gonna make it. Sunday, I conquer the conqueror. This Sunday, I am the one that beats the one."
Siren picks up the titles and brings them over hanging them around John's neck.
"This Sunday, the champ is here!"
Heading back to the locker room Siren feels a little better, it seems that the beast is no longer in the building, and that was just fine with her. She'd prefer to not have to see him until Sunday, and then it was unavoidable. She stood behind the curtain waiting for her cue to go down and kick off the birthday celebration, she was so honored that Hunter had asked her to be a part of it.
Siren's music kicked off and the fans roared as she walked down to the ring, making sure to knock fists with the fans on either side of the ramp. Climbing into the ring she took the mic that was offered to her.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your MC's for the night. Mean Gene Okerlund and The Mouth of the South, Jimmy Hart!"
The two legends made their way to the ring, Siren hugging them as she handed Gene a mic, Jimmy didn't need one of course, he had his trusty bullhorn. As she turned to leave they both stopped her, "Oh, wait a minute honey." Gene said. "You stay right here, every birthday needs a beautiful woman."
Siren laughed as she shook her head, moving to stand in between the two men as Gene announced the birthday boy.
"Ladies and gentlemen, here we go. A man that I have introduced many, many times. He is none other than the one, the only, the birthday boy, the immortal Hulk Hogan."
Hulk's music comes on and he walks through the crowd of superstars that are gathered on the stage clapping for him. He gets into the ring and does his patent listening to the fans scream for him. He smiles as he gives Siren a hug, "Missed you girl, you look great."
"Thank you." She says placing a kiss on his cheek. "Happy Birthday."
"Hulkster, I could tell you, I've never had a birthday party like this." Gene tells him. "We are here tonight to celebrate you, the man. And we're gonna do it in fine style. I want you to take a look right here. Here's the reason why."
The screen then plays a video of Hulk's life and career throughout all of his years wrestling. Siren can see Hulk getting a little emotional as the video ends, she smiles as she hands him a mic, while the fans chant his name.
"We could be here all night." She says as the crowd cheers.
"Well, after seeing that and that was amazing and the way this ring is and all of these Hulkamaniacs and the WWE Universe, I think this is the first time I've ever been speechless, Mean Gene."
"Well, that's not gonna be for long, Hulk." Gene tells him. "As a matter of fact, a reception like this got to do your heart good."
"Well, let me see if I can muster up just a little something since we're right here in the middle of Portland, Oregon, brother. And it kinda goes like this, well, let me tell you something, Mean Gene. You know, all day long, everybody has been showering Hulk Hogan with birthday presents, even that nasty mean old Vince McMahon gave Hulk Hogan a present. And everybody knows how much it costs to subscribe to the WWE Network it's just $9.99. Well, Vince McMahon gave me a birthday card. In that birthday card, there's a certain amount of money. And you know, it was just $9.99. And Vince McMahon, as mean as he is, as nasty as he is, he wanted to make sure that Hulk Hogan could subscribe to the WWE Network just so I could see Summerslam this Sunday, brother. But, in all sincerity, this has been the greatest day of my life. This has been the greatest birthday I've ever had. And to all of the crew in the back that work so hard, to all those WWE superstars and even you, Mr. Pat Patterson, all my Hulkamaniacs in the WWE Universe, I wanna thank you guys.
But, you know, Mean Gene, when your birthday rolls around every year and you turn 61 years young, you start, you start to reflect back on a few things. And Hulkmania is basically a two-way street, my brother. And I just hope I've been able to touch their lives just a little bit, in compared to how much you guys have touched my life. I love you. I love my Hulkamaniacs and I love the WWE Universe, brother."
"Hulkster, we love you." Gene says but he's interrupted by none other than Rick Flair's music. He's then followed by Mr. Wonderful, Paul Orndorff; and then of course one of Siren's biggest crushes (that has her squealing like a little girl) a very close friend of hers, Rowdy Roddy Piper.
"Oh my God!" Siren yells out as the NWO theme starts playing and Kevin Nash and Scott Hall come strutting down to the ring. She gives them hugs as she stands beside Roddy, his arm draped over her shoulders.
Kevin hands his mic to Scott, who smirks at the fans. "Hey, y'all. Hulkster, the Outsiders are honored to be here to show some love to you on your birthday. And brother, you look sweet in that red and yellow. He looks sweet in the red and yellow, right? But, I think Siren looks a little better."
Siren laughs as all the legends look at her, she's still wearing John's top, they all nod in agreement which only serves to make her laugh harder and blush a little bit.
"But I just wanna take a little survey," Scott says. "Now, how many people here in RAW came to see Hulk in the red and yellow? Or did you like him better when he was rocking that black and white in the NWO?"
The roar of the crowd is loud, Hulk nods as he rips off his red shirt revealing his NWO shirt underneath. "Survey says, one more for the good guys."
Scott then hands the mic back to Kevin, "I've done a lot of things in my career, but one thing I haven't done is this… Happy birthday to you." He starts singing and the crowd joins in. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, Hulkster…"
Just then a theme rings throughout the arena and Siren's heart drops to her knees. Her body starts shaking as she backs herself into the corner behind Hulk, Scott and Kevin, her breaths are coming in gasps, her chest constricting so tight she can barely breath. She watches Brock walk down the ramp, none of the superstars at the top attempting to stop him. She prays that somewhere in the back John is watching and he'll come out to deal with the beast.
Brock jumps into the ring and it only takes a second for his eyes to fall on her. She cowers back as his eyes bore into her body, the men in the ring stepping in front of her, protecting her. Brock stalks back and forth in front of them deciding which one was going to be the target of his wrath. He makes sure to lock eyes with each of the men before his attention falls on Hulk, who steps up to face Brock.
"Oh, Hulk," Paul says. "So, whatcha gonna do, Hulkster?"
Brock grabs the mic from him, "Party's over, grandpa." He then throws the mic to the ground, shoving past the men he grabs Siren by her arm, yanking her to her feet in the middle of the ring.
But right then Siren sees her salvation running down the ramp, John had come to her rescue. John slides into the ring, ripping off his shirt and all of his bands. He holds out his hands begging Brock to take the first shot.
But with a smirk Brock releases Siren's arm, shoving her over against John who catches her, then he climbs out of the ring and walks back up the ramp with Heyman.
After they go off air, the celebration continues with John joining the legends and Siren in the ring. Kevin hands John a mic, "The party is most definitely not over. I think we're all still ready to party, don't you? Can't have—can't have a birthday party without a birthday cake, right? Do we—do we have a cake?"
About that time Titus O'Neil and Heath Slater come down carrying a small cake. They're arguing over who gets to give Hulk the cake, tugging on the plate until Heath accidently tosses the cake onto Titus. As they walk back up the ramp arguing, two techs come out with a table, setting it in the ring and two more tech come in carrying a large yellow cake with red writing.
"A cake, with candles." John says as the techs place candles reading 9.99 on the cake and light them. "The candles say 9.99! Amazingly enough that's the price to subscribe to the WWE Network. It's only $9.99! Well, I say we let the crooners have it. Guys, let's try this one more time. One—two—three."
"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Hulkster. Happy birthday to you!"
Hulk steps over to the cake with his hand on his chin like he's thinking what he wants to wish for. He looks over at John as he motions around his waist like he wants a championship belt, he then smiles when John glares at him good-naturedly. He blows the candles out and everyone claps.
"Hey guys, this has been a wonderful night, but it is Hulkster's birthday and the Hulkster wouldn't be here without the Hulkamaniacs. We're gonna clear the ring. The show's yours brother. Take us home!" John says as he shakes Hulk's hand.
"Thank you guys! And lets hear it for the champ, thank you champ!" Hulk says as John climbs out of the ring, then helps Siren down as well as they walk up with the legends to the back.
In the ring Hulk continues to celebrate with the fans as red and yellow confetti and balloons cover the entire area, there's so much you can barely see.
After the celebration Tasha walks into the back to find Colby who is pacing back and forth like a caged animal. When he sees her he rushes over immediately finding the hand shaped bruise on her arm. "Motherfucker!" He shouts before he takes off down the hall yelling for Lesnar.
"Colby!" Tasha yells as she chases after him. She looks back over her shoulder, "Joe! Jon! He's going after Lesnar!"
The two men immediately take off after her, the trio coming around the next corner to find Colby and Brock nose-to-nose. They immediately put themselves between the two, pushing Colby away from Brock as he snarls at the man.
"What the fuck is your problem, Lesnar!? It's a fucking show! You didn't have to grab her like that, you fucking bruised her arm!"
"Casualties of the job, man." Brock said calmly with a shrug as he looked over giving a wink to Tasha.
"I'm gonna rip your fucking throat out!" Colby said as he shoved against Joe and Jon.
"You better watch your mouth boy, or you're the next one on my list."
"Fuck that, put me at the top of the list. If you ever lay a hand on her again, I swear to God, no one will stop me from breaking your neck with a curb stomp."
Brock chuckles, "Whatever you say, kid. See you Sunday, sweetheart." He said throwing a wink to Tasha.
Tasha shudders as she moves herself in between Joe and Jon, placing her hand on Colby's chest. "Hey, calm down. Calm down. I'm fine. Colby, look at me. Look at me." He stops struggling, his eyes sliding down to meet hers. "I'm okay. Relax. All right."
He nods, pulling her into his arms and holding her, the thought of someone hurting her sent a surge of rage through his body.
"Okay, let's go get some cake." She says with a smile as she takes his hand and leads them all back to catering where the superstars and legends were gathered around.
As everyone was chatting Colby walked over to John, giving him a serious look. "You better destroy him on Sunday. Whether you win or lose, make sure he never comes near her again."
John nods, looking over to where Tasha stands laughing with Roddy, the dark hand print visible on her arm. "You got my word."