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The song for this chapter is, "Far Away," by Nickelback.
Having two full days off with no filming was wonderful to Tasha, however she was bummed to be spending those two days alone. Colby had flown back to Iowa to help Nick launch the first class of the year. For 12 weeks Colby would be flying back and forth from wherever they were performing, back to Iowa to train the students.
The classes were usually held on Tuesday-Thursday nights, so Colby was only there for Wednesday and Thursday right now, however he was taking time out of his weekend to travel up there and work one-on-one with a few of the students.
Tasha was sitting in the rig outside of the airport when the door opened and Colby stepped inside, lugging his gear bag with him.
Seeing his woman, Colby refused to call her his girlfriend as she wasn't a little girl and they weren't in high school, he dropped his bag, flopping onto the couch beside her and gathering her up into his arms. He sighed as he squeezed her tight, kissing the top of her head. "I missed you so much, my love."
"I missed you too, my heart." Tasha said burying her face in his chest, his smell was a cross between his cologne and his body wash, it was pleasant and musky.
"I now know how you feel traveling all the time, I feel for you baby, I don't know how you do it." Colby admitted as he laid his head back against the couch.
"You get used to it." Tasha told him as they rode to the arena. "Just don't try to do too much too fast. I don't want you to get exhausted or hurt."
He smiled down at her, "I promise."
Monday Night RAW emanating from Baltimore, Maryland, kicked off with the Steel Cage lowering to the ring for the Jericho/Bray Wyatt match.
Backstage in Triple H's office Seth Rollins and Kane are talking about the huge match that just happened, with Bray taking out Jericho.
"What a way to kick off RAW. What a way to kick off a new season of RAW."
"That was a cage match. That was brutal, man." Seth says.
Triple H comes up and claps him on the shoulder, "Gentlemen."
"Hey. You see that? You get eyes on that out there?" Seth says shaking Hunter's hand.
"I did. Kane." He says shaking the demon's hand as well. "Congratulations. You've got us off to a hell of a start. But, you know, guys, this is the season premiere of Monday Night RAW, which means we have got to put on something… here…" He pauses as Randy Orton steps up beside him. "That no one—no one will ever forget."
"And just how unforgettable do you want this season premiere to be?" Randy asks the boss. "I mean, I look around this room and there's only one man standing in this room whose in the main event tonight and it's not the corporate suit. And it certainly isn't the corporate sell-out. No. No. It's me. Now, Hunter, with your permission, I'd like to do something to Roman Reigns tonight that makes what Seth did to Dean Ambrose look like just another day in Sunday school."
"Well, then, Randy, you have my permission."
"Good. You won't regret it."
"Interesting." Seth says after Randy walks out.
"This will be good." Hunter smirks.
Out in the ring Paul Heyman is running his mouth about John and Brock's match at Night of Champions, giving his thoughts and predictions, which frankly, no one gives a damn about. However he is quickly shut up as John's music hits and the man himself, accompanied by Siren, make their way down to the ring.
"You look a little nervous there, Paul?" Siren says pacing in front of him like an animal stalking her prey. "Why so serious? Smile!" He starts to and Siren tosses up her hand. "Scratch that, don't smile."
John steps up beside her chuckling at how nervous Paul looks. "Not to worry, Mr. Heyman. I just didn't want to stretch everyone's imagination. You want to say something to my face, I'm right here. Talk."
"You see, that's why I always tell Brock, that up until Summerslam, sir, you were the greatest WWE Champion of all time. It takes a special kind of man to be confronted by the truth. The truth that's told by the greatest advocate in the history of WWE, in front of all of these people, in front of a worldwide television audience. But I must admit to you candidly, my client, Brock Lesnar, thought you may come out to the ring tonight. And if that were to be the case, which it is, Brock has authorized me to drop the warning and to give you some inside information. John Cena, this is your lucky night, because I, Paul Heyman, have been authorized to tell you how to beat Brock Lesnar at Night of Champions."
John laughs along with Siren as she shakes her head as he replies. "I'll tell you what, I'll save your breath. I know how to beat Brock Lesnar at Night of Champions. And I don't have any secret strategy. As a matter of fact, a lot of people here know it tonight. I see it everywhere. Three simple words, Mr. Heyman, you see, Brock Lesnar beat the Undertaker at Wrestlemania and we haven't heard a peep from him in six months. Brock Lesnar defeats John Cena at Summerslam and a week later, John Cena says, "Let's go again." Night of Champions, my strategy is simple, never give up."
John pulls the towel with his motto on it from his shorts pocket and holds it up. "So, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, this is my playbook and I doubt Brock Lesnar can read it, but I want you to go ahead and give it to him and tell him I'll see him at Night of Champions."
Paul starts laughing loudly, "Is it me or can he just not help, but be John Cena? And with all due respect, Mr. Cena, that is your biggest problem. You live to be John Cena. You live for the kid that waits and waits and waits and waits for that opportunity to come live to a live event or here in Baltimore to chant at the top of their lungs, "Let's go, Cena. Let's go, Cena. Let's go, Cena." But you see when Brock Lesnar steps into the ring Brock Lesnar doesn't hear anybody, but three people. One, the referee who has the power to disqualify him, two, Paul Heyman who strategizes his greatest victories, and three, the suffering of his victims like you suffered at Brock Lesnar's hands at Summerslam. Like she, suffered at Summerslam."
Siren bites her lip as she struggles to remain still and not pummel the fat, loudmouth, rat-tailed man standing before her.
"But you see, John, I'm here tonight to give you a gift and it's not even Hanukkah. I'm here to tell you how to beat Brock Lesnar and it's very, very simple. All you have to do is give in. Give in to temptation. You hear all of these people that when you came out, you have busted your tail all these years and yet when you come out, these people sit there and say, "Cena sucks."
Paul starts repeating that phrase over and over again, but he soon notices that both John and Siren are advancing towards him, backing him towards the corner. "Oh, and it gets to you, doesn't it? It gets to you. And it's one thing when a man of my stature and my credentials and my accomplishments says, "Cena sucks", you have to respect me. But what happens when they say it? What happens when that big, fat, ugly, unemployed guy in the sixth row right there says, "Cena sucks?"
Don't you just want one time to tap into that hatred and that contempt and that distain and that resentment inside your soul and turn to him one time and say, "Shut up?" One time, one moment, one moment of your life. And the rest falls into place so much easier. Look, I'll help you. I'll take you by the hand and I'll do it with you. We'll do it together. They say, "Cena sucks", and you tell them to shut up. In three, two, one. Watch. Ready? We do it together. Shut up. Come on, give in. Bust a rap on these guys. Go out there and put them in their place. Show how much you hate when they get on your case like this, watch, umm."
Paul then leans out of the ring and looks over at the crowd, "Like this, like you used to, right? Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, you scream Cena sucks like sixth row is your safe haven. You're getting punked out in your hometown like the Baltimore Ravens."
He climbs back into the ring and gets down on his knees, "Please, one time, one time, let it go, give in." He stands back up, "You don't need to sell your soul to the devil. The devil sold his soul to me a long time ago. You don't need to sell your soul to me. Just understand, lose the wristbands, lose the t-shirt, lose this horrible excuse for a manager, forget this whole concept of Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect. And then, then when you give in to that hatred deep inside your soul, then you can be the one who beat the one in twenty-one and one, or then you can just be one of many victims that fell at the hands of the conqueror, Brock Lesnar. My client doesn't mind me telling you this because, John Cena, I believe in you, but my client, Brock Lesnar, says you just don't have it in you."
John snaps, he walks over to the ring ropes and starts to climb out, but he pauses straddling the second rope as he sits down on it. His eyes lock onto Siren's, he can see the fear in her eyes at the mere thought of him changing who he is. He climbs back into the ring, coming over to stand beside her as the crowd starts chanting, "Let's go Cena. Cena Sucks."
He storms over backing the fat man into the corner and screams, "Shut up, Paul Heyman! I see exactly what you're trying to do here. Your client, Brock Lesnar, at Night of Champions wants to end John Cena and quite frankly, so do you. And the way you want to do it is you want me to stand in this ring and turn my back on every single person who's ever believed a word I've said. Including my best friend."
He looks behind him where Siren stands, a smile on her face. "I don't think so. You see, in your world, that's easy. And for what, to pop you, to pop the guy in the second row, to pop that—those two dudes in the wife-beaters right there, so they can have one hell of a laugh, "oh, it was great. Did you see how evil John Cena was?" And then run back to the internet the next day and tell me how much I suck? No, Mr. Heyman. I don't think so. You see, you live in a world that is eat, sleep, conquer, repeat, eat, sleep, conquer, repeat. A shark-infested world where only the strong survive and if even you had the chance to get ahead by stabbing your precious client, Brock Lesnar, in the back, you'd do it with a smile on your face and ask for seconds.
I will admit, Mr. Heyman, you are an intelligent man, but right now, you are talking about something you know nothing about. Living life with purpose and living life with a sense of being, because in my world, the rules are simple. Eat, sleep, be John Cena, repeat, be John Cena, repeat."
He repeats the last part several more times before he continues, "And do you wanna know why? Because that's who I am, because I was born to be that, because I love being that. And I don't wanna change even if I could. And guys like you and some folks out here, they don't see the forest through the trees. You see, I like being the guy to get that kid right there to do his homework early so he can come to Monday Night RAW with his dad. And here's what you don't also see, I don't mind being the guy where the dad's over there saying, "Cena sucks," and then after the show, comes up to me and says, "you know what, I really don't like you, but thanks for doing right by my kid."
And I love—I love being the guy when a child is asked and given one wish and asked what they want to do, their answer is "I want to hang out with John Cena for the day." You know how that makes me feel" And I am damn proud to be the guy who is fortunate enough to meet people like Sergeant Davin Dumar, a 10-year combat wounded veteran and a purple heart recipient. And because of all this, because of what I do on a random Friday night, I get to meet a guy like that, my hero, a guy that I look up to. And the first thing he says to me is, "When they took me to the hospital and I'm looking at my leg that's gone. I don't know where to start. And you, you gave me strength when I needed it most. Thank you. Thank you." And a purple heart recipient then gives me the one reward he was given for his combat sacrifice. And I'm standing there, talking to a stranger, holding a purple heart, because he believes—because he believes. That's why all I know is eat, sleep, be John Cena. And in walks an advocate like you who wants me to strip it all away. For what, so I can win a match? Well, you know what, I'll ask you Mr. Heyman, and you may not understand this. If I strip it away, what did I really win? And now, I'm cutting to the chase and telling you that I'm done talking. It's time to fight."
Paul backs up into the corner as far as he can, but John shakes his head, "No, no, no, no. I know you're an advocate, but you should love this moment because this is where you see rage, this is where you see fury, this is where I can take that pudgy face of yours and pound it into clay."
John and Siren both laughs as he backs up, "Yeah, but then the headlines read, "John Cena beats up defenseless Paul Heyman." I don't want that. So, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll make a deal with you. I'll give you seven days. Next week, I'm showing up to RAW to fight. I got a little strategy for you, bring the beast, bring your client, bring the one, Brock Lesnar, because if he decides to show up, I'm gonna get in the ring with him and we're gonna fight. But if he decides to take another week off, if he decides to continue his vacation, if he decides to let you come out and do his business for him, well then, Mr. Heyman, I'm going to fight you. Have a nice week, Paul. I'll see you next Monday."
Siren sits in the back watching Seth take on Sheamus, starting the match by throwing his briefcase at the Irishman's face. Rollins manages to beat Sheamus with a little distraction from Cesaro, allowing him to deliver the "curb stomp."
She heard the door open and two voices entering the room, looking over her shoulder she squeals as she gets up and runs to hug the man that just walked in. "Sami!"
Sami Zayn laughs as he catches the brunette in his arms, "Missed you too, blue eyes."
The trio sits on the couch chatting until it's time for Roman's match, Siren slips into her shirt and kisses Seth's lips before she heads for the door.
"Hey." Seth says getting her attention. "Be careful, my soul."
"Always." She gives him a wink before she takes off to meet up with Roman.
As the door shuts Sami turns to Seth with a smile, "Dude. You are a lucky, lucky man. Do you know how many guys want to be in your place right now? And I'm not talking about being Mr. Money In the Bank, I'm talking about Siren. That is a three time Women's Champion, hands down the best manager in the company today, practically Vince McMahon's adopted daughter, John Cena's ex-wife, Punk's ex-girlfriend…"
"Okay, I get it." Seth says holding up his hand with a smile to stop Sami's rambling. "What's your point?"
"My point, is you have one of the most beautiful, talented and amazing Divas this business has ever had as your girlfriend. You have achieved something that most of us guys can only dream of. Dude, all of us down in NXT have a crush on her, and you lucky bastard, turned your crush into reality. You are my fucking hero."
Seth laughs as he shakes his head, clapping Sami on the shoulder as they watch Siren walk to the ring with Roman.
Siren leads Roman down to the ring, high-fiving the crowd as they pass by them. Roman gets up on the turnbuckle to pose for the fans while Siren keeps an eye on Orton.
She stands beside the ring, leaning on the apron at the corner to watch, she lets out a large breath, she knows this match is going to be very physical. Sure enough, a moment later Roman clothes-lines Randy right out of the ring. Roman pursues him only to have his face bounced off of the ring steps, before Randy shoves him back into the ring.
"Randy, that's enough!" Siren snaps as Randy bounces Roman's face off of the steel steps twice more.
During the commercial Randy had slammed Roman into the steel steps, then bounced his head off of them three separate times. After slamming one another around in the ring, Randy knocks Roman to the floor outside, then clotheslines him to the floor. Staring at Siren he throws up his arms in his signature pose. He laughs as he sees her mouth words that only he could see, "Fuck you."
Randy drags Roman back into the ring, he barely knows where he is, so Randy's shocked when Roman kicks out. Orton continues to punish Roman, until the big dog gets the upper hand, knocking the Viper to his knees. Roman rolls out of the ring, picking up Randy, he drives the Viper's back into the ring apron and then the barricade.
The two climb back up onto the ring apron and trade blows back and forth, until Randy snaps Roman's neck off of the ring rope. Randy climbs up onto the top, dragging Roman's limp body with him, and delivers a super-plex to the canvas below.
Randy continues to punish Roman, wearing him down, but he can't seem to keep the big dog down long enough to pin him.
"Roman, come on! Fight out of it! Come on, Rome!" Siren cheers as Roman powers out of the chokehold. He manages to slam Randy to the canvas with a side-slam buying him some time to recover.
Siren claps her hands together, turning to the fans and getting them to clap along with her, together they will Roman back to his feet. Roman gets head of steam, but it's not enough to keep Randy down long enough for the pin. But he manages to get Randy over the bottom rope, which allows Roman to deliver the "drive-by" to Orton's face.
From there the two trade off blows in the ring, hitting one another with everything they can think of, but neither of them will stay down. Randy manages to hit a DDT on Roman from the second rope, then he coils and drops down looking for the RKO. But as he moves to deliver it, he gets nailed with a superman punch.
"What the hell is going on?" Siren yells as Seth, Kane and a slew of security guards come running down to the ring. She sees the security people setting out the metal poles that support the steel cage, her eyes go wide as she realizes what they're about to do.
Sliding into the ring she nails Seth with a super-kick knocking him away from Roman, grabbing the big man's arm she tries to drag him out of the ring as the cage starts coming down. "Roman, come on. Help me out! You gotta get out of here!" She screams as someone grabs her by the hair and yanks her away from Roman. Struggling she sees that it's Kane that has her, "Let me go! You sonofabitch!"
"Throw her out of here!" Seth yells as the cage is nearly down.
"No!" Randy yells pointing to Kane. "She stays in!" Grinning Randy pulls something out of Kane's jacket pocket, holding out the object so that it dangles in Siren's vision.
Her face blanches, the handcuffs that Seth used on her are in Randy's grip. "Bring her over to the corner." Randy yells as Kane drags her to the corner farthest away from Roman, sitting her down on the canvas, her back against the turnbuckle. Wrapping the handcuffs around the ring post Randy smirks as he and Kane cuff her wrists behind her back. "Don't go anywhere, angel. Wouldn't want you to miss this."
Roman gets up and manages to fight back, tossing both Kane and Seth out of the ring, then focusing his attention on Randy. Seth grabs a steel chair and pushes it in the ring, but he can't make it in as the cage is too low. Seth looks on in horror as Roman spots the chair still in the ring, but as he picks it up Randy hits him causing him to drop it.
Roman shakes Randy off and proceeds to slam Orton into the sides of the cage four separate times. He then backs up into the corner calling for the spear, as soon as Randy gets to his feet Roman nails him. Roman then walks over and picks up the steel chair, slamming it into the cage door as Kane tries to come through it.
Siren's attention goes to the top where she sees Seth standing on the top of the cage, her eyes go wide as she yells to her brother. "Roman, look out!"
But it's too late as Seth launches himself off of the top and flattens Roman with a cross-body. Kane then climbs into the ring and nails Roman with a punch to his jaw, sending him crumpling to the canvas. Siren can only watch in horror as Roman is picked apart by the three men, Randy wielding the steel chair in his hand. Seth gives her a sadistic smile as he and Randy position Roman over the steel chair, Seth talking trash to his former brother as he circles him. He drags Roman to his feet before he bounces off the ropes and slams Roman's head off of the chair with a curb-stomp.
RAW goes off the air as the trio celebrates, Siren, still cuffed to the pole stares at Roman, who hasn't moved an inch.
That night Colby didn't ride in the rig with her and Joe. After a chat with Triple H, Tasha had been informed that in order to keep up with the plan and storylines, they needed the former Shield members to stay away from one another. According to Stephanie, it was getting too risky for a fan or paparazzi to see any of them together, especially Siren and Seth.
Tasha had scoffed shaking her head as she left the office, not giving Colby a backwards glance, he had sat there not saying a word to defend his or her actions, or their relationship.
Lying on the couch, her legs draped over Joe's she sighed as she looked at the picture of her and Colby on her phone's background.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Babygirl." Joe said rubbing her jean clad thigh, he knew this was going to take a toll on her, having been with Colby for 2 months now.
"Yeah, I know, Lee. I just hope it's not an extended absence."
Tasha and Joe had stayed in the parking lot that night as Main Event was being held in the same arena the next day. Neither of them were scheduled in matches, but after a phone call from Hunter, it seemed that Siren would be making an appearance Tuesday night.
Since Hunter had said that no one knew about it except for she and him, Tasha waited until it was nearly her time to go out, before she snuck into the arena and waited by the curtain for her cue.
On Main Event Seth Rollins is in the ring listening to the mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. He sighs, rolling his eyes as the crowd starts chanting, "You sold out."
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "Where Are They Now," starring the most powerful group in the history of the WWE. Give it up for The Shield!"
A photo of the group comes up on the big screen, of course with Rollins front and center, Siren to his right and Dean to hers, with Roman to Rollins' left.
"Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, and of course our stunning manager, Siren. Three of the most dominant superstars in the history of the WWE, and one of the best managers this company has ever seen. We came in, we kicked down the door, we put the entire industry on notice. Where are we now? Well, let's start with the lunatic fringe himself, Dean Ambrose. Unstable, unrelenting, undoubtedly one of the most talented performers to ever step foot in this company. But Dean Ambrose made one critical fatal error when he decided to go head-to-head with me."
Up on the screen they show the demise of Dean last month, from the curb stomp by Rollins onto the cinder blocks.
"And where is Dean Ambrose now? I don't know. Does anybody here know? You know Dean Ambrose probably doesn't even know where he's at. And the truth is, does anybody really care? The bottom-line is that Dean Ambrose was a feral animal and he needed to be put down. Which brings me to the brawn of The Shield, the powerhouse, Roman Reigns.
You know, when we were in The Shield together all I ever heard was Roman Reigns, Roman Reigns, Roman Reigns, is gonna be the future of this company. Roman Reigns is going to put this whole thing on his back. Roman Reigns is the future of professional wrestling. What don't you people understand when I tell you I created Roman Reigns? I am responsible for every success that he ever had. And well, it may have been true at one time Roman Reigns was going to be an integral part of this company's future. When he decided to put a target on my back that future became obsolete and at Night of Champions I will destroy what I created."
They then showed the events on Monday night RAW, where Rollins, Kane and Orton dismantled Roman inside the steel cage.
"Now that brings me to the beauty that controlled the beasts, Siren." The crowd cheered loudly and Seth had to nod. "I know, I agree with you, she is beautiful. But her beauty, while striking, is not what made me want her as our manager. She is intelligent, perhaps more so than myself. She knows what it takes to be at the top of this company and what it takes to stay there. She has represented some of the biggest names in this company from Brock Lesnar to John Cena, Randy Orton to the former tag team the Hardy Boyz. She has been apart of some of the most dominant factions this company has ever seen, from DX to the NWO and who could forget Evolution.
But her one big flaw, is her heart. For those of you that don't know it already, Siren has a big heart. Which in this company can be your biggest weakness. I'll give you an example… John Cena. He broke her heart, cheated on her multiple times and ruined their marriage. And yet, she still refers to him as her best friend. She has too big of a heart, she can't make decisions based on what is best for business because she thinks with her heart and not her head.
Now despite what you all might think, I don't want to hurt her. She is the one of the best managers in this company today, and truthfully what I want, is her back by my side. In fact, I have a proposal to make to her next week on RAW.
And that brings us to me. Seth Rollins, the Architect, the tactician, the greatest strategist of my generation and the only man still left standing from the remnants of The Shield. I am the future and I am the future WWE World Heavyweight Champion! I am the future of this company and I am the—"
"A Siren's song can summon a tempest, a storm of mythical scale, that even the bravest of men cannot escape."
Ah, ah, ah, ahhhh.
Ah, ah, ah, ahhhh.
A blinding white spotlight focuses on the stage as the heavy rock music booms throughout the arena.
I told you once, I told you twice, you didn't play very nice
Asked you aboard, you pulled a sword, you took kindness for weakness
I think that I deserve a little more respect than that boy
That's not the way you greet a Siren
You're gonna learn your lesson
Oh, just who do you think you are?
You've gone to far
Sink or swim man overboard
Believe me it's a lesson you can not afford
We'll really give you something to remember
When you play with fire you are sure to burn
Sink or swim man overboard
It's war!
The crowd goes crazy as Siren steps out onto the stage as her theme plays, crossing her arms over her chest she glares down at Seth who is shocked to see her, he had no idea she was scheduled to come out tonight. After a moment of the two just burning holes in one another, Siren raises the mic in her hand, her elbow resting on her crossed arm.
"Rollins, whatever you have planned for RAW, save it, there is no proposal you could ever give me that I would say yes to. However, I do have to thank you, you said some very nice things about me tonight. With that being said, let me tell you how a manager thinks. You, Seth Rollins are what we call a bad bet. You may be riding high on your horse right now, but soon, you're gonna fall. See, you alone, are a manger's dream. You're talented, crafty, intelligent, you really are an Architect in that ring, one of the best in-ring performers that I have ever seen. But alongside The Authority, you're nothing but a lap dog, Seth. And eventually, all dogs get put to sleep.
You may have taken out Dean and Roman, but a little piece of info for you honey, they will be back, and you'll never see them coming. As for your talk about destroying The Shield, you've taken out two members, by my count you're one short. So, what're you gonna do, Seth? You gonna put my head through a cinder block too? Curb stomp me into a steel chair?"
She stands there for a moment, looking at Seth expectantly for an answer, but he just shakes his head staring down at the canvas. "I caught you off guard, my bad. I'll give you some time to figure it out. If you need some ideas, I'm sure I can come up with something for you. So, that brings me to tonight, see originally I was going to come here and take you out of commission myself, but I was told by the bosses that I can't do that. But, lucky for me, I found someone who hates you almost as much as I do."
Siren grins as music cues on behind her and Jack Swagger comes walking out of the back, his flag in his hand. Both he and Zeb stop at the top of the ramp beside her, both giving her a nod of respect. "He's all yours. Have fun." Siren winks to Seth before she walks backstage.