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After a long an emotional two days filming the second to last episode of SOA, Tasha returned to Birmingham, Alabama for Smackdown.
She and Colby hadn't spoken about what he had insinuated, since the last week when he had text her. And try as she might to be patient, it wasn't one of her virtues and she wanted to know what the hell was going on. She debated going to the bosses, but since it seemed that they had it out for her, she knew that wasn't such a smart idea. However, just like The Authority, she always had a plan B.
Taking out her phone she dialed a number she was well aware of, having called it quite often during her tenure with the WWE. Smiling, she heard the gruff voice on the other end of the line. "My adopted daughter, what can I do for you?"
"Hey, Vince. You got some time to talk?"
Smackdown started off with Seth Rollins, the man in everyone's crosshairs, coming down to the ring to air his grievances. Gone was his cocky smirk, in fact, he looked a little worried about his upcoming match with Dean Ambrose.
As usual the crowd started chanting "You sold out", however unlike the other times, Seth didn't get pissed off, instead he started chanting along with them, "I sold out." Surprisingly the crowd lost their luster and quieted down.
"Come on. Come on, Keep it coming." Seth egged them on. "You're damn right, I sold out. Look, look, all right. When you're young and you're naïve, lofty principles, integrity, honor, these things mean the world to you. But let's, let's be honest with ourselves guys, let's be honest, okay? Honor doesn't pay the bills. And if any of you cowards had any guts, you would realize that you'd sell out your mother. Yeah. You'd sell out your dad. You'd sell out your dog, you would. You'd sell out your grandparents' guaranteed. You would sell out your brothers. You'd sell out your best friends. You'd sell out the woman you love.
You would sell out anyone and everything. You'd sell your soul for an opportunity to be anything like me. The major fault in that logic is that you will never be like me. No, you will never look like me. You won't. You won't and I'm sorry. You'll never look like me. You'll never talk like me. You will never be as successful as I have become. And why? Why, you might ask? Because you will all never realize what I've come to understand and that is that selling out is the best thing you could ever do in your life. I mean, look at me. I'm better than I've ever been. I'm Mr. Money In the Bank. I'm the future of the WWE. I'm the future of the WWE. And that brings me…"
The crowd starts chanting "you sold out" again and this time it seems like it might be getting to Seth.
"That brings me to my Hell In A Cell match with Dean Ambrose. Now I'm only going to say this once so I'm gonna make myself very clear. Dean Ambrose, you do not belong at Hell In A Cell. You belong in a straightjacket. And you may walk into Hell In A Cell, but I guarantee you, you're going to be carried out. Mark my words, Ambrose, when I am finished with you, all your hopes and dreams, everything you ever wanted to become, will be left in a pile of rubble in that cell. And you, you, Dean Ambrose will be nothing more than a hot, sweaty, smelly mess. Yeah, I sold out. Dean Ambrose, I sold you out. But at Hell In A Cell, I'm going to put you out."
Dolph who is scheduled to face Seth momentarily comes out, but first he has something to tell Rollins.
"You hear that sound, Seth? That's the sound people make when they want to see someone. But you wouldn't know anything about that, Dean Ambrose or Siren isn't out here. You see, Seth, the thing is, when you sell out, you get the money, you get the fame… but there's one thing way more important than that, that you just can't get and it's priceless. You get self-respect. Sorry, bro."
"Respect, Ziggler. Really? Does anybody really care about respect? Come on. Hey, hey, did respect do anything for ya when I curb stomped your face into oblivion on Monday Night? No, it didn't. And guess what? Respect isn't gonna save you tonight, neither is showing off for all these people, pal."
Dolph nodded, then hit Seth with a drop-kick that sent him to the mat.
It was an easy win for Seth given how angry he was with Ziggler, as he planted Dolph with a curb stomp for the win. But his victory was spoiled as Dean Ambrose and Siren walked out onto the stage, Ambrose holding the Hell In A Cell contract in his hand. The two walked down to the ring, climbing inside as Seth climbed out of the opposite side.
"What are you running for, Seth? What are you running for, Seth? We're just here to talk. Let's chat, brother. Let's chat about this. I finally got what I've been foaming at the mouth for and that's you trapped inside Hell In A Cell, the most demonic structure in WWE history, and I'm gonna make the most of it. I'm gonna turn you inside out. I'm gonna rip your face clean off. I'm gonna take my left boot. I'm gonna jam it down your throat. I'm gonna take my right boot, that's my lucky boot, and I'm sticking that one where the sun don't shine and after that… after that, what I'm gonna do next, I can't even say on this show."
The moment between the three is interrupted by Kane. "Dean, it's true that you are competing with Seth inside Hell In A Cell. But I don't get to have a match, which has me feeling aggressive. You see, I like hurting people. Their shrieks of terror help me sleep at night. And I would very much like to hear you scream in pain… tonight, during the main event, when you face me."
By the end of the night Siren was positive that there was something Seth wanted to talk to her about, but every time they were in the same vicinity, some member of The Authority showed up to intercede the two. It was like The Authority was deliberately trying to keep them apart.
However the phone call with Vince made Siren feel much better about the near future. She just had to hang on until Vince worked his magic, and hope that Seth didn't get caught in the crosshairs of The Authority because of her.
During the match at the end of the night, Siren stood on the opposite side of the ring from Seth. The two tossing glares and insults to one another from across the canvas, while Kane and Dean battled inside.
Dean was antagonizing Rollins throughout the whole match, sitting on the ropes to invite Rollins inside, planting Kane to the canvas with an emphatic look at Seth.
But it was Seth that got the best of Dean as he ripped him down off of the canvas, then both he and Kane started with the double-team. Kane brought a steel chair into the ring, Rollins kicking it over beside Dean's head. As Seth bounced off of the ropes, he never saw Siren run in and shove Dean out of the way, taking her brother's place. As Seth's foot came down planting her head off of the steel chair, a wave of sheer terror and guilt rippled through his body as he realized what he'd done.
Getting to his feet Dean saw what Seth had done, white hot rage poured through his body as he knocked Kane to the floor. Picking up the chair he stalked towards Seth, who was crawling backwards towards the corner. Kane came in to try and stop Ambrose, but he was rewarded with a steel chair to the gut and back, as Seth escaped to the safety of the ramp.
Dean picked Siren up and carried her to the back, taking her straight to the trainer's office. Leaving the room so that they could check her out, he found Seth pacing outside of the room. The man looked up as the door shut, his eyes locking with Dean's, and Ambrose could see the fear in his wide eyes.
"I-I-I didn't mean to, Jon. You gotta believe me. I didn't mean to. I didn't see her until it was too late. I didn't mean to hurt her."
Dean laid his hand on the younger man's shoulder, he knew he wasn't just apologizing for what had happened in the ring tonight. "Colby, man it's okay. She's gonna be fine. It wasn't your fault. You had no idea she was gonna do that. She's gonna be okay."
"Rollins!" From down the hall came Stephanie's shrill voice, commanding his attention.
"Tell her I'm sorry." Seth said with a frown as he hung his head and walked down the hall to the boss.
Tasha really was okay, thanks to Seth pulling his move at the last second, her head had barely hit the chair. It was enough to sell it to the fans, but not enough to actually injure her, although she did have one hell of a headache for a few hours.
Her weekend with Walking Dead went by quickly and before she realized it, she was flying to Kansas City for Monday Night RAW. Once again it seemed that The Authority was deliberately trying to keep her and Colby apart, as when he had tried to come talk to her, Stephanie had immediately called him back to the office.
As the show got underway she managed to get a small message to Colby, via Brie, who pretended to hug him saying how much she had missed him.
"She wanted me to tell you that she's okay. She's not mad at you and when you're able to, she's ready to listen. And she wanted me to tell you to lose the tie, you look better without it." Brie smiled as she gave him a kiss on his cheek. "That's from her."
Seth Rollins grinned as he made his way down to the ring alongside The Authority, minus his tie, which he felt did actually make him look better.
The ominous structure Hell In A Cell hung above the ring, as the group climbed the steel steps and stepped through the ropes.
"Welcome to Monday Night RAW." Triple H announced. "In what I'm sure will be an epic night, a night that The Authority can be proud of. Proud of all of you, because tonight, these three men, Seth Rollins, Kane, Randy Orton will compete in this ring in a three-on-two handicap match street fight. Against the team of John Cena… and Dean Ambrose. Now, should Ambrose and Cena make it through tonight, then quite literally, hell is hanging over their heads, because this Sunday night, Ambrose and Cena will go straight to hell. Hell in a cell to be more specific, the most ominous and destructive structure ever designed in the WWE.
Unspeakable things will happen inside this cell on Sunday. And you can see them all live on the WWE Network for just… $9.99. Now, take it from someone who has been inside Hell In A Cell, it changes your life. It is not the kind of match that you win, even though I must say I have won more Hell In A Cell matches than any other man alive. But, that really is not my point. My point is it's not the kind of match you win, it's the kind of match you survive. This Sunday, this cell will put an end to two of the WWE's most heated rivalries. In one cell, it will be the face of the WWE, The Viper, Randy Orton facing off against the 15-time WWE World Heavyweight Champion, John Cena.
And in the other Hell In A Cell match, it will be the unstable Dean Ambrose… competing against Mr. Money In the Bank, Seth Rollins."
Seth takes the mic from his boss cackling, "You know, Hunter, I really like that nickname, that moniker actually, Mr. Money In the Bank, it always has a great ring to it, but…"
He pauses as the loud chant of "you sold out" comes from the crowd and he shakes his head.
"Mr. Money In the Bank has a great ring to it, always has, but I was actually thinking about a new nickname, check this one out. Wanted to get your thoughts on it all of you guys actually. Undisputed future of the WWE, huh? It's got a nice ring to it, doesn't it? What? What? What? Look, the key word here is future, you got to understand, future, because that is something Dean Ambrose will no longer have after I beat him in the main event this Sunday."
Seth is cut off by Randy who takes the mic out of his hand, much to the chagrin of Rollins. "Seth, I'm sorry, but the true main event this Sunday at Hell In A Cell is going to involve a couple of superstars that have been around the WWE longer than a hot cup of coffee. Yeah, you heard me. I'm gonna beat John Cena at Hell In A Cell this Sunday. And I will end the decade-long rivalry once and for all."
The two men start bickering like a couple of school girls, and Hunter gets in between them, taking his microphone back from Orton. "No, no, no, no, you're both right. No, no, hey, you're both right. You're both in the main event. It is a double main event. That's right. And while the whole world wants to see Seth Rollins destroy Dean Ambrose which he will inside Hell In A Cell, what I am about to say right now might very well put your match over the top, Randy, because your match this Sunday inside Hell In A Cell against John Cena won't just be about putting an end to your decade-long rivalry, no. It will be about opportunity, because the winner of your match with John Cena will receive an opportunity with the WWE World Heavyweight Champion, Brock Lesnar."
"You know what, today is turning out to be a very good day indeed." Randy says after hearing that news. "You know what, Hunter, I'm gonna make you so proud, you know, unlike Kansas City and their Royals who haven't won a championship in 29 years. And you won't win one this year probably, or one for another 29 years. I'm gonna make you proud, H. You watch, I will beat John Cena and go on to face Brock, and I will beat him too."
"Randy, I know you will make me proud. I know Seth Rollins will make me proud. I know Kane will make me proud, not only right here tonight in the three-on-two handicap match street fight, but this Sunday at Hell In A Cell, all of you will make me proud, will make The Authority proud, because unlike all of you, The Authority always wins. And that—oh, yeah, that is best for business."
After being informed by Triple H that the winner of his match at Hell In A Cell facing Brock Lesnar was Seth Rollins' idea, Randy goes in search of the younger man to thank him. As he turns a corner to a particularly deserted hallway he hears a melodious laugh, anyone backstage knows who that laugh belongs to. He turns to find his vivacious ex-girlfriend, splayed over the top of a crate to his right.
"Something amusing, Siren?" Randy says turning to the Diva, licking his lips as he admires the short hot pink crop top and low slung black skintight jeans that show off her toned stomach and cut v-lines. It wasn't long ago he remembered having that athletic body pressed up against his, the thought alone making him groan.
She rolled over onto her side, leaning up onto her elbow and propping her head up on her hand. "You really are a fool, aren't you, Randy?"
"How so?" He said crossing his arms over his chest.
"Why do you think Seth Rollins of all people would suggest a title match for you if you win on Sunday?"
Randy shrugged his shoulders, not that he didn't have his guesses, but he wanted to hear her opinion. He'd became champion when she was his manager, she'd never lead him wrong yet.
"I'll tell you why, the reason is an 8 x 11 stack of papers, locked inside of a gold rectangle case, permanently attached to his hand. He wants you to beat John on Sunday, he wants you to face Brock Lesnar. So that he can cash that contract in and beat you for the World Heavyweight Championship."
"I don't think he'd do that. He's not that stupid."
Siren smirked as she sat up and hopped down off of the crates, pressing herself up against Randy as she looked up at him. "I never thought he'd betray his brothers or me, but… ta-da. He's not stupid, Randy. In fact, I think Seth Rollins is the smartest superstar I've ever worked with. He's brilliant and methodical in ways that no one else could ever imagine. It's something I admire about him. He is the future of this company, Randy, and not because he's the best, but because he has the best backing him. Mark my words, Randy, if you do anything to jeopardize The Authority's precious golden boy… They'll knock you all the way back down to NXT. Just something for you to ponder."
Randy clenched his jaw as she walked down the hallway, his mind swirling with her words.
"Oh and Viper…"
He looked back up to see her smiling at him. "If you ever want a real manager again, who actually gives a damn about you, you know my number."
Continuing on his way Randy finds Seth in the locker room, admiring the briefcase in his hands.
"Hey."
"Hey. What's going on, Randy?"
"Oh, you know, I just want to say thank you personally, because Triple H told me that this whole thing was your idea."
"Yeah, man. No problem. Don't mention it twice. I'm just looking out for you, ya know."
Randy can still hear Siren's words in his mind as he rubs his temple. "And therein, lies the problem I'm having, man. Why would you look out for me?"
"Oh, The Authority, I mean, I'm a—I'm a team player."
"You know what, I don't need you on my team. In other words, just stay out of my business. I can take care of myself."
"Take it easy. All right. Think about it. This Sunday ay Hell In A Cell, you have a golden opportunity to defeat John Cena, end your rivalry with him for good. And if by some miracle, and trust me, it would be a miracle, you were to go on and defeat Brock Lesnar, you'll become the new WWE World Heavyweight Champion. From there, I mean, the future kind of takes care of itself, huh?" Seth says holding up his Money In the Bank briefcase.
"Yeah, the future will take care of itself."
Siren stood in the back watching Randy out in the ring with John Cena and Paul Heyman, having a conversation on who would win their match on Sunday, and go on to face Brock Lesnar. It ended with Randy delivering two RKO's to Cena and Heyman.
She smiled as he walked back behind the curtain, clapping her hands. "Nicely done, Randy."
"Thanks for your advice, it's always so helpful."
"Anytime you need more, just let me know." She laughed before kissing his cheek and heading off to the locker room.
In one of the backstage rooms Siren is curled up on a black leather couch beside Dean, they're eating popcorn and watching a movie on the TV beside them. They both jump, startled as John Cena walks into the room, looking at them with a perplexed face.
Dean stands up beside John as the older man asks, "What are you doing?"
"Doing some research for our match tonight." He says shutting off the TV. "See No Evil 2 starring Kane, this guy is sick, twisted, sadistic."
"This is—this is what you do, this is your plan? This is your strategy, movie night?"
"Come on. See, me and you, we're kind of like a comic book movie, it's like superman teaming up with batman. You stand for truth, justice, and the American way, nice American square jaw on you. I like to beat up scumbags. I've been known to wear a cape. But really, we just don't mix."
John is so lost, "What do you even—we got a match tonight. And the three people in that match are gonna do whatever they can to take both of us out of commission before Hell In A Cell. How are we gonna handle it?"
Dean pats him on the shoulder, "Relax, this might surprise you, but even though I am undefeated in contract on a pole matches, handicap street fights are my specialty. So, here's how we're gonna handle it. We're gonna throw punches at anything that moves. And if they insist on taking us down, we're gonna take as many of them down with us as we can, that's how we handle it."
"I like it. I like it." John says nodding. "The whole batman thing is not for you. You are much more like the Joker."
John walks out and Dean looks over at Siren, "Why so serious?"
After the cameras cut John walks back in laughing, he looks at Siren shaking his head as Dean gets back into the movie. "How do you cut a promo with him and keep a straight face?"
"It's an acquired talent." She says smiling as Dean jumps again.
About an hour before the main event match, the cameras show Siren walking through the backstage area towards the curtain, behind her is Dean carrying a large gray duffle bag over his shoulders. The WWE Universe can only wonder what is in the bag as Dean and Siren make their way down to the ring.
While Dean grabs a chair and a mic, Siren hops up onto the turnbuckle, draping herself across both sets of ropes and relaxing.
"For the last four months, I've been having dreams, visions about what I would do when I finally got my hands on Seth Rollins. And this Sunday, I finally get what I've been craving. I get that no good, backstabbing, half hair-dyed, power ranger suit sellout inside Hell In A Cell."
Dean drops the mic and starts to pull stuff out of the bag, Siren has no idea what is in it, so she laughs out loud along with the universe as Dean pulls out a dummy that he's made to look like Seth and sits him in the chair. Siren is crying by now as Dean starts to have a conversation with dummy Seth.
"Look at you, Seth. Look at what you've become. You're nothing but a puppet for The Authority, doing The Authority's dirty work for a pat on the back, pat on the head, and a big fat paycheck. Actually, dirty work isn't right, dirty doesn't quite suit you because we both know that you've never liked to get your hands dirty.
So, I'm gonna do you a favor this Sunday at Hell In a Cell because I don't want you to think that I don't care about you anymore, okay? The first body part of yours that I rip off inside that cell, so you never have to get your hands dirty again, will be your hands."
Dean actually pulls off the lower right part of dummy Seth's arm, holding it in his hands, before he starts hitting the dummy in the face with the hand. "See what you made me do? Do you think I like it? Huh? Huh? You feel good about yourself? Sold out to The Authority, huh? Huh? I mean, Seth, you're a smart guy. Look at you, you're no dummy. You should know what I do…"
He opens up one the black duffle bag that was inside of the other one, pulling out a plethora of miscellaneous tools and objects until he finds a screwdriver.
"…To people who screw me over. I screw them back harder." He jams the screwdriver into the dummy's face and rips it around trying to puncture a hole into it.
"And, Seth, just to hammer this point home." He picks up a hammer and proceeds to bash the dummy's face in repeatedly.
"Just to hammer this point home, I'm gonna tell you about how I saw something in my dream last night." He then pulls out a saw and grips it into his hand. "I saw myself chopping your testicles off in the middle of the Hell In A Cell. And then I remembered that you already sold your testicles to The Authority, so I can't do that."
As he roots around in the bag, Siren has by now dropped to the mat and sat down in the corner because she is laughing so hard that she's crying. She laughs even harder as he pulls a set of tongs out of the bag and holds them up, clapping the ends.
"So, let's see how much testicular fortitude you have left." He grabs the dummy's testicles with the tongs, and Siren dies, lying down on the mat as she laughs until her stomach hurts.
"Oh, you don't need to have kids anyway." Dean says picking the dummy up and delivering a tombstone to it, causing the wig on it to fall off.
But just as her laughter started, Siren's stopped as Seth Rollins himself walked out onto the stage. She immediately got to her feet and readied for a fight. Gone was the carefree laughing young woman, in her place was a vicious storm ready to unleash on Seth Rollins.
"Congratulations, Ambrose, you've done it. You've finally found an opponent that you can relate to on an intellectual level. I mean, look, we all know you're never ever gonna be able to beat me. But, hey, on the bright side, at least you can parlay this into a comedy career. You could open up for uh, carrot top, right, or Gallagher or Louise C.K., or anybody like that. I mean, what's next? You're gonna bring out the watermelons? What do you got, the balloon animals in there? What's the deal, huh?"
"Let's all give a big hand to the world's biggest sellout." Dean snaps tossing the amputated arm at Seth, who side steps it as it hits the ramp.
"Oh, okay. All right, this again, right?" Seth says as the crowd once again chants, "You sold out."
"I sold out. I sold out. You're damn right I sold out. But you know what, to be honest with you, it kind of stings a little bit coming from you guys, because guess what, just like all of you, I grew up in the Midwest. Yeah, yeah. I'm a Midwestern kid too, but you know what, that is where the similarities between all of you and me come to a very abrupt end. Because I knew unlike all of you that from a very young age, I was destined to be more than some pathetic Midwestern piece of trailer park trash. None of you losers will ever have any idea what it's like to be me, you understand? I am famous, I am rich, I am somebody. And that's why—hey, that's why you've all got your cameras out right now, taking pictures and videos of me. You're calling me a sellout now but later you're gonna be posting those on Twitter and Instagram. You're gonna be hash-tagging by in, telling me that I was the best part of RAW tonight just like I am every single week. So yeah, I sold out. So, what? I sold The Shield out. I sold Dean Ambrose out, so what?"
Dean pulls an electric drill out of the bag, with a very long drill bit on the end of it. "Hey, we got a main event tonight and everything. And I'm saving the worst for Hell In A Cell, but I got no problem giving the people here in Kansas City a little early preview if you're not gonna shut your mouth."
Seth slowly climbs up the ring steps to the apron. "You know I don't sweat you, Ambrose. I don't sweat that drill in your hand." His eyes move directly over to Siren and a grin forms on his face, "But I'd be happy to do a little sweating with you, Siren."
He tosses her a wink as the crowd surprisingly cheers at his admission, clearly they like the thought of Seth and Siren together. Siren however, looks like she wants to throw up at the thought.
"I don't sweat Hell In A Cell. You see, Dean, I'm on…"
Seth is interrupted by none other than the hardcore legend himself, Mick Foley, as he comes down to the ring to address the two men. Nobody knows more about how dangerous Hell In A Cell is than Mrs. Foley's baby boy. He climbs into the ring, pausing to kiss Siren on her cheek before he address the two men.
"Excuse me if you will, but I just came by to visit an old friend." He says pointing up at the cell hanging above the ring. "And to congratulate both of you for fulfilling your destinies. Because I remember the Foley children coming back from the Barclay's Center after seeing The Shield in action for the first time. And they were raving about you. My daughter said, "Dad, The Shield is amazing." So I set that bar of expectations very high the next night on RAW, because I though I do not grace your screens very often, I'm watching RAW every Monday night. I'm watching Smackdown every Friday. I even subscribe to the network for an undisclosed monthly sum. And she was right, The Shield was dominant, as dominant a team as I've seen in this generation. And you chose wisely when you got in my opinion, the greatest manager in the business today, Siren."
The woman smiled and nodded her thanks as he continued to address the men. "But as great as you were as a cohesive unit, I visualized the day when you, Seth Rollins, would go face to face with Dean Ambrose. And Dean, I'm gonna be honest, as great as you are, as disturbingly poetic as I find you to be, in almost every scenario face to face, I envisioned Seth Rollins coming out victorious."
Seth laughed as he climbed into the ring, "Now, we're talking. Now, we're talking. That's what I like to hear. Just when I thought you had no redeeming left in your body, just when I thought you were an old dinosaur who dresses up as Santa Claus for a living and you have made a mockery of everything you ever did in this ring, I realize you still got some good thoughts in that half-working brain of yours."
"I think you missed out on the key word in that sentence." Mick tells him patting him on the shoulder. "I said in almost any scenario. That's no ordinary scenario." He says pointing up at the cell. "That's Hell In A Cell. I'm saying that Dean Ambrose has made his intentions very clear. He wants to—he wants to rip your face off. And this structure, this instrument of evil gives him the tools in which to do it. Now, you mentioned my Santa Claus shirt and guess what? You're right. It's the 300th consecutive day that I've worn Santa Claus themed attire. You know why? Because I cling to the last vestiges of my innocence, the ones that weren't stripped away from me 18 years ago. You'll find the scars that night left on me, I'm proud of that. The tooth that was knocked out, this blue one right here. Take a good look at it, the one that was lodged inside my nose, I'm proud of that. I look at it every morning and I remember the contribution that I made to this business. But the man who's been here, done that. Heed my words. The scars you will not heal from, the scars that will haunt you for a lifetime are the emotional wounds that will not heal."
"Thanks, Mick." Dean says. "But with all due respect, hardcore legend, I lost my innocence a long time ago in more ways than one. And I'm not worried about adding more psychological scars on top of other psychological scars. There are more scars in my body on top of other scars in my body. I'm not worried about losing anymore teeth, you know what I'm saying? Nobody in this company, with the exception of my lady, Siren, understands me back there, all right? But you, if there's anybody on this planet that might get me just a little bit, and be able to look into my eyes right now and know that I'm ready for Hell In A Cell. And, Seth Rollins, that's a question you're gonna have to ask yourself Monday morning from a hospital bed. Was it all worth it? Were you ready for Hell In A Cell? Ask yourself. Ask… yourself."
"All right. Okay. All right. I get it. You're both crazy. You're both out of your minds. But if you—if you two think that that's what it's gonna take to win on Sunday at Hell In A Cell, okay, then you really lost all your marbles, because it's got nothing to do with how crazy you think you are, Dean Ambrose. And I know you better than anybody. You are out of your damn mind. But I'm gonna beat you. And I'm gonna do it the same way I've been beating everybody along the way. It's because you guys are down here and my brain and me are way, way above you. You understand that? You get that? It's not about how crazy you are. It's about how smart you are."
"It's about how smart you are, huh?" Mick asks Seth. "A very wise man once said that that which does not kill you makes you stronger. With all due respect to German philosopher, Frydrych Nietzsche, he was never thrown off a cell. He didn't realize that this match, whether you realize or not, will go on to define you the same way it did me. I look at my life in two very distinct phases, pre-cell and post-cell. And I'm not sure either one of you are prepared for the life that awaits you on the other side of that cell. In some ways, I look at the two of you and you remind me of the audience here tonight. You see, tomorrow, the people here, right here in Kansas City, Missouri. They get the game they've been waiting for 29 years. But on Sunday night, October 26, when that cell door slams and you're locked inside it, the two of you, you get the match you've been waiting for your entire lives. Have a nice day."
Mick climbs out of the ring as Seth and Dean stare one another down, until Seth turns his back and Dean nearly hits him with the steel chair. He then picks up the dummy and slams Seth with it, knocking him down off of the apron.
By the time came for the main event everybody backstage was on the edge of their seats to see what happened. John entered the ring first followed by Dean and Siren, then Kane, Randy Orton and finally, Seth Rollins.
As soon as the bell rang it was an all out melee as the two teams of men rushed one another. It ended up being Dean and Seth starting things out once the others were knocked out of the ring.
It didn't take long for the tables and chairs to come out to play, but so far nobody had been hit with one, or put through one. Dean however thanks to Kane, had been bashed in the face with the steel steps. Seth picked up the table that John had put in the ring, propping it up against the turnbuckle. But a quick offense from John kept him from going through the table just yet. But it wasn't long as Kane got him back into the ring and slammed him back first through it.
Siren stood at the bottom of the ramp a slight panic enveloping her body, but it turned into a full blown panic attack as the cell above the ring started to descend. "Oh, shit." Not thinking about her safety or whether it was rational, Siren grabbed Dean by the shirt and drug him over to the ring… just as the cell met the floor, enveloping them inside of it.
Now there was no escape.
Dean got up onto the apron just in time for John to tag him in, and he leapt off of the turnbuckle tackling all three Authority members to the mat. Dean then knocked Kane and Rollins to the outside, while he focused his attention on Randy. Bouncing off of the ropes to avoid Randy, Dean hit Seth with a dropkick that sent Seth flying back first into the steel of the cage.
Dean then laid Randy out with a clothesline, before rolling out of the ring and searching underneath it for another weapon. He found Siren's weapon of choice and grinned at her, as he laid into Randy like he was playing baseball. Dean then grabbed a steel chair and climbed up onto the second rope, jumping off he planted the steel chair into Randy's face with an elbow drop.
Randy got to his feet and tried to rush Dean, but the lunatic sent him flying over the top rope into the cage. Rollins tried the same thing and ended up flying over the ropes, hitting both the cage and Randy Orton. Dean then bounced off the ropes and suicide dove into Seth, slamming both of their heads off of the steel.
As the battle between Randy and Dean raged on, Kane caught Siren as she was checking on John, threading his fingers through her hair he lifted her up, preparing to slam her back first into the steel. But to the shock of the WWE Universe, Siren and Kane, Seth Rollins got in between the demon and the cage. Shaking his head Seth told Kane, "No! She doesn't get hurt! Let her down, now! I'm calling the shots! Put her down!"
As Kane set her down she backed up behind Seth, putting distance between her and the demon. Seth turned around to face her, their eyes meeting, a silent conversation between them. The crowd went crazy for this, it was clear they loved the combination of Seth and Siren.
Meanwhile Dean and Randy rolled back into the ring, Randy coiling up looking for the RKO, when he was caught by John. But before John could deliver an AA to Randy, Kane interceded and choke slammed John. But he was then caught with "Dirty Deeds" by Ambrose as he turned around. Randy got to his feet and caught Dean with an RKO, going for the cover and picking up the win for his team.
But the shock of the night came from Seth Rollins who climbed back into the ring and slammed Randy's head to the mat with a curb stomp.
His victory was short lived as he turned around and was hit with the "Siren's Call", planting his head into the mat. The crowd went ballistic as Siren stood over Seth, her chest heaving with anger as she stared down at him.
As RAW went off the air, Siren stood tall amidst the carnage.