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The song for this chapter is, "Black Clouds," by Papa Roach.
Tasha manages to slip back out of the arena and into the rig without being seen, Daryl driving them straight to the airport for her flight to Cali. After saying goodbye to Daryl and Joe, Tasha boards her flight and attempts to rest until her flight lands several hours later.
Being on set for two days shooting guns, riding her bike and fighting stuntmen took Tasha's mind away from Colby. She wasn't mad at him, more upset at the fact that they were right back where they had started, and he seemed as though he could care less. Establishing her thoughts was the fact that she hadn't spoken to Colby, in person, on the phone, or in a text, since Monday night.
So little to say that when Tasha walked into the Smackdown arena that night, everyone could see her anger and they were again climbing the walls to avoid her wrath. The aptly named "Ice Queen" of the WWE strode down the hall to the women's locker room, her hand landed on the handle as her eyes caught sight of her boyfriend down the hallway.
She knew he saw her, his head had turned in her direction, but he didn't make any move to acknowledge her presence. She shook her head throwing an icy glare his way, as she knocked lightly on the door before she opened it and stepped inside.
The women in the room looked up, most of them shocked to see her as she had been sharing a locker room with Colby for the last two months. Several of the women turned to greet her, but stopped short as she threw her gear bag down to the floor, deciding she was not in the mood for company.
The only two who took the chance of enduring her wrath were Paige and AJ, who each sat down on the bench on opposite sides of her.
"Hey, love are you okay?" Paige asked.
"I'm fine, P." Came the short clipped reply.
"Bullshit." AJ snapped garnering her friend's attention. "You're off tonight, and your friend's can see it. We are still your friend's right?"
Tasha sighed, "Of course you are, April." She dropped her head into her hands. "Hunter and Stephanie pulled myself and Colby into the office after RAW. They made it clear that they didn't want the former Shield members being seen together. They basically told me that while this feud is going on, it would be better if Colby and I stayed away from each other."
"Damn. What a bunch of bullshit." Paige said shaking her head. "You guys have been careful, there's nothing on social media or in the tabloids about you two. I don't get why they're so worried about you."
"It's not all of them, it's the Princess." Tasha grumbled. "I don't know what her problem is, but she does not want me and Colby together, and I'm not even sure anymore, if it's because of the storylines, or if it's something personal."
"I'm sorry Hun. That really sucks." AJ told her slinging an arm around her shoulder.
"It's not Stephanie, I can handle her." Tasha admitted, biting her bottom lip. "It's Colby."
"What about him?" AJ questioned.
"He didn't say anything to defend us. He just sat there while Stephanie dictated our relationship."
"But I thought he was the one that told them to fire him before he'd break up with you?" Paige wondered.
"He was, but apparently actions speak louder than words, and his actions told me more than his words did. I don't know if we're together, if we're not, or where we go from here. I haven't spoken to him since RAW."
"He didn't call or text you at all while you were in Cali?" AJ asked shocked.
"Nope." Tasha said popping the "p" for emphasis.
"Well, we're really sorry, love. It'll work out though, I know it will." Paige assured her friend hugging her.
"Yeah, Colby is crazy about you. Just give this storyline some time to blow over. You guys are strong, you can get past this." AJ said smiling.
"Thanks girls." Tasha smiled hugging the two women to her. "What would I do without you?"
Thursday night Smackdown, kicked off with an 8-man tag match, with Big, Mark Henry and the Uso claiming victory over Harper, Rowan, Goldust and Stardust.
The camera then cut to Kane, Seth Rollins and Randy Orton in the office talking about the epic showing of Monday Night RAW.
"Last Monday night's RAW was a resounding success." Kane gushed to the two other men, who stood on his sides smiling. "Triple H said that he wanted an unforgettable season premiere. And Chris Jericho, Roman Reigns and Siren, won't soon forget what the two of you did to them."
Seth cackled, clapping his hands. "I told you, I told you guys on Monday, I know what makes Roman Reigns tick. I can get inside that guy's head. It's just too bad for him he can't figure out how to harness all that fury, huh? Tonight, we finish Roman Reigns for good."
"Oh, no, Seth, I really like the sound of that, very much indeed. But now, Chris Jericho says, that, well, I've had everything handed to me here in the WWE. But the beat down that I handed him last Monday night on RAW, it will fail to compare to what I do, to what we do, to that wannabe rock star tonight." Orton said.
Kane chuckled laying on a hand on each of their shoulder's. "Because gentlemen, that's what's best for business."
Siren sat in the locker room watching the conversation between Kane, Rollins and Orton. "Harness his fury, huh? What a great idea."
A deadly grin crossed over her face, both AJ and Paige looking at one another in fear, they knew that look was nothing but trouble.
"Excuse me ladies." She said rising to her feet. "This Siren, has a storm to summon."
The main event of the night kicked off with Jericho coming to the ring first, followed by an angry big dog Roman Reigns and a vicious Siren descending down through the crowd. Even the fans could feel the storm brewing as the "Siren of WWE" passed by them, her anger at Seth Rollins and The Authority radiating off of her in waves.
When they return from commercial Siren stands in the ring with Jericho and Roman, awaiting the arrival of their opponents. Siren glared as Rollins came strutting out onto the stage, holding his briefcase high. It wasn't hard for her to pretend to hate him, she really did at the moment. However it had nothing to do with his character, she was pissed at Colby, so she channeled that hatred through Siren to Seth.
Randy Orton followed Seth to the ring, the two of them smirking, they were determined to finish off Reigns and Jericho tonight, leaving Siren all alone for Seth to deal with.
The match kicked off with Orton and Reigns in the ring, Roman easily getting the upper hand and taking Orton out of the ring. Rollins followed his teammate to the floor as Roman knocked him off of the apron. He got to his feet to intercede the beating Roman was laying down on Orton. But a well placed super-kick from Siren behind the referee's back, dismissed any plans he had about going after Roman.
Seth climbed back up onto the apron as Roman and Orton got back into the ring. Rubbing his jaw he spared a glance over to Siren, who was staring him down, the icy look sending a cold shiver down his spine. If he didn't know any better, he would think she hadn't pulled her kick like usual as a shot of pain traveled through his face.
Siren's hand slammed down on the mat, willing Roman to his feet to tag Jericho, which he did just as Orton tagged in Rollins. She tugged Roman out of the ring to safety as Jericho laid a beat down on Rollins, managing to lock in the "Walls of Jericho".
However he had to release the two-toned traitor as Orton climbed into the ring, but a well placed fist to the face knocked Orton right back out onto the floor. The double-team then continued by Rollins and Orton, beating Jericho down in the opposite corner, while Roman climbed back up onto the apron.
Smirking at Siren, Rollins delivered three perfect verticals, the moves made great by her late trainer and friend, Eddie Guerrero. Standing up he stood face-to-face with Roman, the two staring one another down.
"I'm going to beat you. You know it. You're still my little brother. You'll always be my little brother." Roman said to Seth.
This served to irritate Seth as he ran towards Jericho, but whatever move he was thinking of doing was halted by Jericho tossing him up and over the ring ropes, sending him crashing to the floor. Siren and Roman willed Jericho over to their corner for the tag.
But Seth cut him off, dragging him back over to the opposite corner and tagging Randy in as they double-teamed him. But Chris rebounded, hitting a drop-kick on Orton, Siren noticing how much it hurt his already injured knee to do that.
"Come on, Chris!" She yelled slamming her hand down on the mat, willing her friend to their corner for the tag.
Roman got the tag immediately getting into the ring and taking out Orton and Rollins. After knocking Seth out of the ring, Roman delivered a "drive-by" to Orton, before sliding back into the ring and beating down on the Viper. Seth tried to intercede, jumping off of the turnbuckle, but Roman caught him and tossed the man out of the ring.
Tagging in Chris, Roman climbed out of the ring to deal with Seth, while Jericho hit Orton with a cross-body from the top rope and went for the cover. Orton kicked out at two while Roman threw Seth over the barricade into the WWE Universe, following him to continue their fight.
Meanwhile back in the ring Jericho countered Orton's DDT, rolling him up into a small-package for the win. Siren cheered as Chris rolled out of the ring, she took his hand raising it into the air, as the two backed up the ramp. Roman joined them a moment later, Siren raising their hands to the cheer of the WWE Universe as Smackdown went off the air.
The days off leading up to Monday Night RAW were the same for Tasha, fly out to Georgia, film for the Walking Dead and then fly back to the arena for RAW.
She still hadn't spoken to Colby, not even a text, so being the strong independent woman she was, she didn't waste a second thought on him. She felt that even though they were forbid from seeing one another, that shouldn't mean the end of their relationship. But, Colby's continual silence told her the opposite. So with a her head held high she walked into the arena once again, a single woman. Whether or not she and Colby were still together, that was on him, but if he wanted to ignore her like they were weren't together, then she would act like they weren't together. No skin off her nose.
Being an actress for so many years had groomed Tasha to hide her emotions. So, even though her heart was breaking for a second time because of Colby, you would have never known it by the smile on her face.
After changing into her ring gear, she was surprised by Joe and Jon walking into the women's locker room with a small cake. "What is this?" She laughed.
"Look, just because The Shield isn't together anymore, doesn't mean we forget this occasion." Joe told her smiling. "This was the arena where we debuted Siren as a full fledged member of The Shield."
"Awe, you guys. I love you two." Tasha smiled, kissing both men on the cheek.
"We love you too, Babygirl." Joe said as he held the cake up to her so she could blow out the candle on the top.
Closing her eyes to make a wish, Tasha blew out the candle, just as Jon pushed her face into the side of the cake. Tasha shrieked as the cake covered the right side of her face, turning she glared at the grinning lunatic. "Oh! You are so dead, Ambrose!"
Jon fearing for his safety ran out of the room laughing as Tasha took off after him, a chunk of cake in her hand.
Colby was walking around backstage texting on his phone, when he heard loud laughter and yelling coming from around the corner ahead of him. Turning the corner he found most of the backstage personnel, superstars and divas crowded around a group of people. Glancing over the top of people he saw Tasha, Joe and Jon engaged in a heated food fight. The three of them were covered in the remains of a cake, the plate now lying empty on the ground beside them.
He smiled watching as Tasha pinned Jon to the floor and shoved a piece of the cake into his mouth. He laughed as Joe came up behind her and smeared a handful of icing onto her face with his large hand. His smiled turned to a frown as he realized that while he should have been a part of the fun, he was standing on the outside looking in. Glowering at the people around him that had noticed his presence, he turned and continued back down the hall, the laughter of his girlfriend echoing in his ears.
Tasha went back to the locker room to shower, washing the cake out of her hair, before getting redressed in another set of ring gear. Pulling on her red Cena shirt she ran to the curtain to join John, her ex-husband chuckling at her.
"Any cake residue remaining?"
She laughed, "I hope not, this is my last set of clean gear."
John and Siren entered the arena to confront Paul Heyman to the cheers of the WWE Universe. The two stood at the top of the ramp, saluting the fans, before they both ran down and slid into the ring. The two of the grab mics, before condescendingly looking around the ring for the beast, not seeing him anywhere John turns to Paul.
"I know this is a little cliché, but I don't see him." John says waving his hand in front of his face. "Where is—where is the beast? Where is the 1 in 21 and 1? Where is Brock Lesnar?" He says mocking the gravely way that Paul introduces his client.
"Well, Mr. Cena, that all depends on your definition of the word where. Because where is a relative tern and by the legal definitions of how I was raised as my father was…"
"I told you last week I was showing up for a fight. And I'm either going to fight him or I'm going to fight you."
"You want this?" Paul asked smirking. "I mean me, personally, as a businessman I'd like to entice them to spend $9.99 on the WWE Network, but you want to come here to Cajun country and give it to them in the Cajun Dome for free. Then, John Cena, if that's what you want, that's what you're gonna get live tonight. Right here, right now, Monday, September 15th, 2014, the Doctor of Thuganomics, John Cena versus the conqueror, the beast Brock Lesnar. Here comes the pain."
John readies himself for a fight, turning towards the ramp, but Siren doesn't. She can tell by how eager Paul is to unleash his beast, that something is off, he had no intention of Brock coming down to the ring. She is rewarded in her thinking when Paul starts giggling, her fury with the fat balding man slowly waning.
"Oh, you're good. No, I mean really, ladies and gentlemen, he's really, really good. For those of you who haven't heard, I thought it would be on the internet by now, my client, Brock Lesnar, flies on a private plane, because Brock Lesnar doesn't like anybody especially you. No disrespect from me, a lot of disrespect from Brock Lesnar and in that capacity, as you know, in modern day aviation, there's always delays and Brock's plane unfortunately has been delayed. And he is on his way here and he will be here, I assure you, Mr. Cena, he will be here.
But you know what I think, John Cena? I think you knew Brock's plane was delayed. And I think you called him out now, because you don't wanna fight Brock Lesnar six days before Night of Champions, because you know what can happen to your title chances that way. I must admit you had me fooled, you play this hero character better than anybody else in WWE history, I applaud you, sir."
Paul goes to climb out of the ring, but both Siren and John take ahold of the man, pulling him back into the ring.
"You know what I think? I think you're full of crap." John tells Paul as he holds the man by the back of his greasy head. "But here, here is what I know, and this is what I know. Seven days ago, I gave you twenty-four hours to produce the beast, because I told you I was coming for a fight."
"You're hurting me." Paul whines.
Both Siren and John smirk, "Oh. Hurt? You're gonna know hurt, because in about eighty minutes, give or take five or ten, your beast doesn't show up, well, that means it's halftime. And I'm not gonna wait till the end of RAW, because at halftime, when this show is halfway done, your number is up. No beast, Mr. Heyman… and simply put, I'm gonna kick your ass."
"Okay." Paul says uncomfortably as John pats his cheek, before he starts to climb out of the ring. "I'll let you know when Brock gets here. Thank you very much."
But Siren and John have different ideas, both of them sliding out of the ring and grabbing Paul before he can hightail it out of the arena.
"Jesus. Come on." Paul says as they startle him.
"Oh, Paul, not to say that we don't trust you…" Siren says holding up a finger. "…but uh, we don't trust you. And I heard Cajun country tonight, and they want a fight." The crowd cheers as Siren smiles. "So, all we're gonna do right now is make sure they get one."
Siren drops her mic as John locks Heyman in a headlock, following John as he drags Heyman backstage.
Siren joins up with Roman as Renee pulls them over for an interview, "Please welcome my guests at this time, Siren and Roman Reigns. Siren, Roman, you were both part of one of the most dominant factions we've ever seen in WWE, until this happened."
"Oh, seriously, you gotta play it, Renee?" Siren says ducking her head so that she doesn't have to watch the betrayal once again.
"Tonight, you finally have your opportunity to face Seth Rollins one-on-one. This is a man who not only turned his back on you, but he tried to end your career. How do you feel heading into this match tonight?"
"Two years ago, I came into the WWE with two brothers. Now, I stand alone, one versus all." Beside him Siren clears her throat, giving him a look and he smiles. "Okay, maybe not totally alone. Seth Rollins, he wants to take credit for everything I've done, everything I've accomplished. We both know that's a load of crap. And Seth, he's so smart. He's always got a game plan. Everyone's got a plan until they get hit in the mouth. My plan's simple. I'm gonna ball up this fist and I'm gonna hit him in the mouth as many times as I can until my knuckles bleed. Believe that."
Backstage Siren was sulking in a corner, her bright smile from earlier diminished as she sat cross-legged on a crate. She felt a presence in front of her and looked up to find Bray, Harper and Rowan standing in front of her. Despite what he portrayed in the ring, Bray was a sweet guy, he and Siren had been friends for several years, she'd even met his family.
"Oh, Bray, as much as I love our creepy banter, I'm not in the mood for it today."
"What's wrong lil one?" Bray asked concerned as he sat down on the crate beside her, she usually loved the banter that the two threw at one another.
"Just trying to balance my job with my relationship, and it's not turning out well for me."
Bray put his arm around Siren, hugging her to his side. "Little one, that boy loves you. But, I think he has a hard time showing it. Balancing our jobs and having a relationship, especially with someone you have a storyline with, it can be hard. But, I know the both of you, and if anyone can make something work around here, it's the two of you."
"Thanks, Bray." Siren said with a smile.
Bray climbed down from the crate, but before he left he turned back to the woman. "And if you need someone to put the fear of God into him, you know who to call, lil one."
Siren chuckled as the Wyatt family took their leave, she smiled as she remembered exactly how many friends she had backstage, and how horrible she could make Seth's life if she chose to.
Siren joined back up with John heading to his locker room where they had locked Heyman inside, the Great Khali standing guard outside. Backing Khali up, John surprising Siren as he spoke to the tall man in his own language, John banged on the door.
"Paul Heyman? Paging, Paul Heyman. It's show time!"
They could hear Paul shouting in fear as John opened the door and again locked Heyman in a choke hold, dragging him out to the ring once more. Shoving the man into the ring John and Siren stood over him, John grabbing the man by his tie and holding him. Siren motioned for a mic from one of the techs, handing it to John when she had it.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is John Cena. And this beauty to my left is, Siren. And now is the moment you have ALL been waiting for. It's time to watch the great Heymandiny, the great Paul Heyman, the one behind twenty-one and one is going to magically-"
Paul makes a break for the ropes trying to scurry out, but Siren grabs the fat man by his tie, nearly choking him as she drags him back into the ring.
John smiles as he sees she's got the man under control, he continues talking. "—make a beast appear or… John Cena is going to magically use his fist and make Paul Heyman's teeth disappear. Everyone's waiting, Paul. Produce… your… beast."
"So, everything about hustle, loyalty, and respect is a sham, isn't it?" Paul says as John holds the mic in front of his mouth. "This is the John Cena I have been trying to pull out of you for weeks. Last week, I called you to take your aggression out on them. And you're right and I'm wrong. You'll never turn your back on the Cenation. That won't be the trigger ever, but me, I can be the trigger. To beat a beast, you have to become a beast. And it has to be deep inside you, that hatred, and I'm the one to bring that hatred out of you.
Oh, you won't hit me, because that would make you a bully, because you know it's true that my client's plane is legitimately delayed and you're gonna take it out on a 49-year old father of two. No. Brock Lesnar is a bully. And you won't be Brock Lesnar, which is why John Cena you can't beat Brock Lesnar. I thought even your hatred for me would allow the beast inside you to come out. But this whole role model thing, you really do believe it. So, I'll give you a chance, let that aggression out. And this Sunday, you have a chance to become the WWE Heavyweight Champion of the world.
This is the precipice of an all new John Cena just like I told you last week, and I'm telling you now and I'm gonna give you your chance. Hit me! Hit me, John Cena! Let it go! Let it flow! Let it out! Come on! Why don't you say it, John? The champ is here, you can. And my guy took it away from you. That my time is now, you can't, because Brock Lesnar took it away from you. Your mother and father raised you better. They raised you to live a code. And that code is hustle, loyalty and respect. And ti will stop you every time dead in your tracks. You can't be a bully. You can't even hit me and we all know I deserve it. John Cena, you're gonna fail this Sunday. You'll never be the WWE Heavyweight Champion again. You can't beat Brock Lesnar."
John snatches the mic out of Heyman's hands, "If there was ever a human being on earth that deserved his face rearranged, it is you, Paul Heyman. You are the scum of this planet. You are a waste of oxygen."
"Hit me. Hit me, one time. Let it flow, John. Become my vision of you as a Paul Heyman guy."
Siren stood off to the side, she heard the chants of the fans screaming, "Yes!"
"No." John stated, and the cheers quickly turned into boos. "No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I planned this whole thing because I thought for a second you would produce Brock Lesnar and we would fight. And I show these people that I am ready for Night of Champions this Sunday. But there is no beast. It's just you, an old, washed up, loud mouth, scumbag has-been, who doesn't deserve the dirt off of my hands."
"Wow. I'll give you credit, Mr. Cena. You're doing the right thing by walking away. I mean if I were your mother, I'd be very proud of you if my son was born with a pair of testicles."
Siren sees John turn around, his limits being pushed, she cuts him off as he goes after Heyman. "This one's on me." She whispers to him, before turning and snatching the mic out of Heyman's hand. "You know what, Paul, you're right. John, isn't a bully. He wasn't raised that way. So, no, he's not gonna hit you. But, I, on the other hand, my parent's raised me differently."
Before Paul can react, Siren clocks him in the side of his face with a right hand, sending the pudgy man rolling right out of the ring… just as Brock Lesnar's music booms through the arena.
John pulls off his cap and shirt readying for a fight, while Siren tosses down the mic preparing to slide out of the ring. Brock walks down the ramp circling around the ring, he helps Paul to his feet and the two continue around the ring and start up the ramp. It is clear that Brock doesn't have any intention of getting into the ring with John.
Brock walks down the ramp, handing his title to Paul, jumping up onto the apron he climbs through the ring ropes. Siren slides out just as John rushes Brock, the two manhandling one another around the ring. Brock however gains the upper hand as he delivers a German suplex to John, dropping him on the back of his neck just as he did at Summerslam.
Brock smirks at Siren as he kicks John out of the ring, he crooks his finger to her, egging her to come into the ring with him. He can see the fire in her eyes, he knows she'd love to fight him, but she knows it would end badly for her. Still, he admires the fact that she'd do it, even though he would end her.
The beast walks to the other side of the ring intent on leaving, but he's bulldozed by John who rolls back into the ring and slams into the champ. Brock is knocked out of the ring, rolling onto the floor at Paul's feet as John follows him to continue the beating. John tosses Brock around, slamming him into the ring apron and the barricade, before taking him to the ground and pummeling them.
Security then runs down to separate the two men, all of them holding John back as Brock retreats up the ramp checking his nose for blood.
As Brock heads backstage Siren grabs the security guards, shoving them away from John. "Let him go. Now."
The two of them roll into the ring, saluting the fans as the crowd rages for the duo and the fight they just witnessed.
Siren went back to the locker room and changed her shirt, she then joined Roman up in the corridor for his match. There happened to be a monitor up there so they both watched Seth's interview with Tom.
"Please welcome my guest at this time, Mr. Money In the Bank, Seth Rollins."
"Tom." Seth grins as he walks into the frame, cradling his briefcase.
"Seth, right now, let's take a look back at this past Monday night on RAW."
They show the encounter between Roman and The Authority inside the steel cage, with Siren handcuffed to the ring post.
"Seth, does the same fate await Roman Reigns tonight?"
Seth chuckles, "Oh, man. Tom. Come on. What do you think? D-don't, don't answer that. Of course, it does. Look, I'm not gonna take anything away from Roman Reigns. Roman Reigns is one of the most naturally gifted superstars in the history of WWE. But Roman Reigns, is nothing without me. I mean you heard the guy earlier. He was talking about beating me senseless, pummeling me until his knuckles bled, that's the kind of barbarian we're dealing with here. And the only reason his knuckles are gonna be bleeding is because he's a Neanderthal. And he walks on his knuckles, check it out."
Seth actually then squats down and acts like a monkey, "I'm Roman Reigns, I'm so cool. I'm so tough. I'm so strong. I'm gonna pound Seth Rollins into the ground."
He stands back up laughing, "Oh, Roman Reigns is part gorilla, he's part Samoan, and he's part… uh, rhinoceros. Yeah, rhinoceros. Tom, you know, a rhinoceros is actually one of the most powerful animals in the entire world. The problem is, they're not very smart. And I've said it before and I'll say it again, it's brains over brawn every single time. I made Roman Reigns. I am responsible for everything he has ever accomplished in the WWE. And tonight, I take away everything he ever could be. I am the future WWE World Heavyweight Champion. And me, me, not Roman Reigns, I am the future of WWE. Believe that."
"I hate him." Siren said.
"Seth? Or Colby?" Roman asked.
"Both." She growled as their music kicked on.
Siren and Roman make their way down to the ring, both of them seething and wanting to get their hands on Seth Rollins. Siren stands on the ring apron as Roman climbs into the ring awaiting the arrival of their former brother.
She watches as Seth and Roman got at one another in the ring, it is clear to her that Seth is using his head, as he gains the upper hand over Roman. Being as they were brothers, they knew one another's wrestling styles and techniques like the back of their hands.
But brawn seemed to be overpowering the brains as Roman slammed Seth's skull off of the steel steps, then the announcer's table, before he threw Seth over the announcer's table. Seth crumpled to the floor behind the table, his legs splayed across Lawler and Cole's chairs.
During the commercial break Seth managed to get the upper hand on Roman with a sling-blade, planting Roman to the canvas. Siren was literally biting her nails as the match went back and forth between the two men, before Roman was able to nail Seth with the "Drive-by". Climbing back into the ring he hit Seth with the superman punch, before he backed into the corner calling for the spear to end the match.
But Seth managed to counter it and nail Roman with a kick to the jaw, but Roman still kicked out of the cover. Seth climbed up to the top rope looking for the Pedigree, but Roman managed to power out of it, trying to lift Seth up for a Samoan drop. Seth was quick to counter, sunset flipping over Roman, then lifting the big dog onto his shoulders and tossing him into the opposite turnbuckle.
Siren can see blood coming out of Roman's nose as Seth picks him up from the canvas. He tosses a cocky smirk her way as he holds his fist up to Roman's like they used to do in The Shield. But Roman cuts off his shit talking with a head butt, managing to knock him back. Seth tries to come back with a curb stomp, but Roman counters it into a spear. He covered Seth and picked up the three count for the victory.
Siren climbed into the ring, jumping into Roman's arms hugging him tight. "Way to go, big dog."
"Couldn't do it without you, Babygirl." He winked before the two of them rolled out of the ring, heading back up the ramp.