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The song for this chapter is, "I Keep On Loving You," by Reba McEntire.
Tasha headed out to California that night to film the last episode of Teen Wolf for the season and the second to last episode of SOA. As usual she reveled being on set, it was so much easier than WWE. She didn't have to deal with all the bureaucracy and bullshit, it was read the script, follow the cues and if you screwed up, do another take.
When she arrived in Wichita, Kansas for Smackdown she was in a slightly better mood, crew members not running to get out of her path as she walked by. She quickly got changed because she and Dean were up first, they had some grievances to air with Seth Rollins.
The two strode down to the ring, both of them looking very angry as they got into the ring, both of them grabbing a mic as the universe started chanting Dean's name.
"I think I've proven that the law of physics don't apply to me. What goes up must come down, but I don't stay down. They hit me with chairs, I get back up. They choke-slam me and I get back up. Seth Rollins and The Authority, they curbed stomped me through cinder blocks, and I get back up. So the question then becomes why do you keep getting back up? I could tell you that I'm indestructible, that I can't be hurt, or I could tell you the truth, all that stuff hurts. My bones hurt, my body hurts, fighting The Authority, standing up to The Authority can be a very painful thing.
Night in, night out. The reason I keep getting back up is the key difference between me and the guy who came out here on RAW to warn me and Seth Rollins of the dangers of Hell In A Cell, Mick Foley. Mick Foley was "The Hardcore Legend." But deep down, deep down, Mick Foley was always a nice guy. I'm not a nice guy. I don't have a loving family to go home to, and I don't have anything else to live for, except putting pain on the people who put pain on me.
That hole in my stomach, that thirst for vengeance is what keeps me moving forward to Hell In A Cell. The day I've been waiting for ever since Seth Rollins put a knife in my back and said it was just business. This Sunday, Seth Rollins learns the cold hard fact, no matter how fat your pockets get, you can't take your money with you when you're knee-deep in your own personal hell. Seth, if you got anything to say about that, I suggest you leave your little office and you come out here and say it."
Instead of coming out Seth appears on the big screen his eyes burning into Siren's, which only serves to make her smile. "Seth, how's your head, honey?"
Seth cackles, "Oh, Siren, the bane of my existence. Congratulations, you got one over on me on RAW. And after I saved you from Kane."
"Oh, please. You didn't do it for me. You knew that if Kane threw me into that cell, my rage for you would only grow, and fuel my desire to destroy you. You weren't protecting me, you were protecting yourself, Rollins."
Seth shook his head, knowing he was never going to convince her that he did care, so his attention turned to Dean. "Ambrose, Ambrose. Hey, Ambrose, let's get one thing perfectly clear. You do not tell me what to do. You don't call me out. That's not how it's ever been, and nothing's changing. I tell you what to do and I call you out. As a matter of fact, later tonight, that's exactly what I'm going to do. But you know what, since we're out here and you're kind of talking about the past, let's take a stroll down memory lane. Let's remember how I spoon-fed you all those catch phrases that you thought were the backbone of our "brotherhood."
What kind of idiot are you to believe in that? Look, just as you thought we were building something special in The Shield, no, no, no, it was me, Ambrose. It was me all along planning my moment. You get that? My moment and you're out here talking about vengeance like it's some sort of jackpot, like you won the lottery. Vengeance is cheap. And just like you, it's not worth a damn. You know what? You know what's priceless, Ambrose? The future. Now, yours ends at Hell In A Cell. But mine, no, my future truly begins when I dispose of you this Sunday. And then, when the time is right I will cash in my Money In the Bank contract and solidify myself as the future of WWE."
"You always had a way with words, Seth , I'll give you that." Dean says as he paces the front of the ring. "When that cell drops on Sunday, you can't talk your way out of nothing. I don't care of it's my last match, my last night in a WWE ring, in Hell In A Cell, we're gonna burn together. But you, you're gonna perish alone."
At the end of the night, Seth Rollins made good on his promise to call Dean Ambrose out. But first he had to go out and show off his plethora of tools, just as Dean did on Monday.
"Dean Ambrose, you came out here on RAW earlier this week, and you thought you were the only one with a bag of tricks. But as usual, Ambrose, I am one step ahead of you. You see, I taught Ambrose everything he knows. And he can call me a sellout till he's blue in the face. You all can call me sellout till you're blue in your faces."
So obliging him the fans start chanting, "You sold out."
"Hey, hey. I admitted I sold out, but the truth is, I bought into a concept that is extremely foreign to every single one of you. And that is winning. You see, I am a winner, all right? I am a born winner. And this Sunday at Hell In A Cell, I am going to win. Now, I may have never participated in a Hell In A Cell match. Yeah, I understand that. But I am a student of The Game. And I understand that there is only one rule inside Hell In A Cell, and that is that there are no rules.
So without further ado, let me give you a little preview of what I'm going to do to Dean Ambrose this Sunday at Hell In A Cell. Ooh, where do I start? Where do I start? Where do I—Oh, perfect. Handcuffs."
He picks up a set of handcuffs from the table and dangles them from his thumb. "Ambrose, you uh, have made a habit out of surprising me by popping out of some very unexpected places, like, I don't know, a birthday present, underneath tables, all sorts of good stuff. So, maybe I will use these handcuffs here to bind you to that cell, so I can see the look on your face when you realize you have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
But as much as that would please me, if I'm being honest, I'd much rather use these handcuffs on the beautiful, Siren. Oh, yeah." He says nodding as the crowd cheers, mostly the men. "What man in America wouldn't love to handcuff her? However, this ring wouldn't be my first choice of where to do it." He tosses a wink to the camera knowing Siren is backstage watching, before he puts down the handcuffs.
"Or maybe, yes, a screwdriver. Maybe I'll use this here, screwdriver, to deflate Dean Ambrose's oversized, overblown ego and prove, prove that he's been a screw up all along. What else? What else? What else? We got some good stuff up here. Oh, yeah." He says picking up a lead pipe. "You know, Ambrose said he was indestructible. Nobody is indestructible. And I am gonna use this pipe on Sunday to beat Ambrose into a pulp."
He chuckles as he tosses the pipe down and grabs a steel chair, something they are all very familiar with. "You know what, I saved the best for last. Remember this little ditty, Ambrose? You remember how this felt, huh? Let's take another trip down memory lane, should we? To the night I decimated you with this chair and proved why all along I was the leader. I was the backbone of The Shield.
Now, we can do all that. We can do all that or you know what else we can do? How did you put it earlier, Ambrose? How did you put it? We can finish what we started on RAW. We can settle this, right here, right now. Yeah, let's do that Ambrose. Let's do that because I'm gonna do what I told you I was gonna do earlier tonight. Ambrose, this is me calling your ass out. Come on, Ambrose. Come on. Where you at? I'm right here, all by myself, center of the ring. Yeah, yeah. He ain't coming out here. He ain't coming out here just like I thought. Ambrose is all talk. Ambrose has always been all talk. But you know what, maybe, maybe actually he did learn a thing or two from me while we were in The Shield. Maybe he's smarter than I gave him credit for.
He doesn't wanna come out here. Ambrose doesn't wanna come out here because he's afraid. And I get it. I understand. If I were Ambrose, I wouldn't want what happened on RAW to happen again to him tonight. Because for me, the future is a very, very bright place. But for Dean Ambrose, it is what it has always been, a long ride straight to hell."
Seth replayed the video of himself curb stomping Dean on Monday night, but much to his chagrin, Ambrose's music came on. However, it wasn't Ambrose that stepped out onto the stage, but Siren.
Rollins eyed her, wondering why she was just standing at the top of the ramp, but his other thought, where the hell was Ambrose? He received his answer as she grinned, then a blinding pain shot through his back as Dean, who had entered through the crowd unloaded on Rollins with a kendo stick.
Siren ran down to the ring as J&J Security slid into the ring to help Seth, but they were thwarted by Ambrose who turned his rage towards them. Rollins escaped as both Siren and Dean fought off J&J Security, the diva planting Noble on the canvas with the "Siren's Call", while Dean planted Mercury with "Dirty Deeds."
The crowd was chanting "tables", so Dean obliged them sending Mercury through a table with an elbow drop from the second rope.
"One more time." The crowd chanted.
Dean picked up Noble and laid him on the table, but instead of climbing the ropes, he pointed to Siren. The crowd cheered for her, it had been a long time since they'd seen her get extreme. She was no stranger to it, having grown up in ECW and battled alongside the Hardy Boyz.
Smirking she climbed to the top rope, perching on the turnbuckle she blew a kiss to Seth, before she leapt off performing a Swanton Bomb, the move made famous by her close friend Jeff Hardy, onto Noble splitting the table in half.
Seth was beside himself as he fumed on the stage, ripping off his t-shirt, but he made no move to come down to the ring. Dean and Siren stood tall as Smackdown went off the air.
Tasha headed out that night to Georgia for the Walking Dead, she had two days to film before she had to be at the arena for Hell In A Cell. She actually finished her shooting early Saturday night and took an earlier flight out, so she had a relaxing night spent in her hotel.
The tensions surrounding the Hell In A Cell pay-per-view were palpable as Tasha entered the arena in Dallas, Texas on Sunday night. Her mind was wandering with what The Authority had planned for both Dean and John that night. There was no way that the matches would not be interfered with, she could almost bet on that.
After changing into her ring gear Tasha was informed that the bosses wanted to see her. Gritting her teeth she walked to their office, knocking loudly on the door. When she entered she found Hunter sitting behind the desk and Stephanie perched on the side of it. Sinking down into a chair, Tasha hung one of her legs over the side, showing her "I don't give a fuck" attitude.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Stephanie asked her point blank.
Tasha smiled, "I could ask you the same thing."
"How dare you bring my father into something that he has no business being a part of."
This time the brunette beauty smirked, "I'm sorry, but last I checked, your father was the CEO of the company. So, technically, his business is everything. And I didn't tell him anything that wasn't going on. He asked how things were going and I told him. I have never sugar coated or lied to him about anything, did you think I would start now?"
Stephanie scooted off of the desk and stood over Tasha, leaning down in her face. "Seth Rollins, made his decision. He doesn't want you, he wants nothing to do with you. So, you need to leave him alone and focus your attention on your clients."
Tasha didn't bat an eye about Stephanie's threats or her proximity to her face. She stood up shoving Stephanie backwards, "If all of that was true, Steph, why do you and The Authority keep running interference every time Colby tries to talk to me? Are you afraid he's gonna tell me something that I shouldn't know? Or maybe something that you shouldn't have done?
You know what I think, Stephanie, I think you've got a thing for the golden boy, and I think it pissed you off to see him so happy with me. But you couldn't break us up without having to fire Colby, like he told you. So, you did the only other thing you could do, you threatened him. You're holding something over his head and he had no choice but to walk away from me."
Neither Hunter nor Stephanie said anything and Tasha knew that she was right. She shook her head as she looked at the two people she used to trust, that she used to look up to.
"I cannot believe you two. You know I was there when you two started dating, I was there when you got engaged, and I was a part of your wedding. I admired you for the way you stood up to Vince, not letting him dictate the two of you being together. And here you are, doing the same thing to me and Colby. We told you from the beginning that we would not interfere with the storylines, and we haven't. No one outside of this company knows that we were together. I'm not stupid, you both know that. I would never do anything to jeopardize my job, I love this company, it is my life."
A thought suddenly came to her and she scoffed, "And you know that. That's what you did. You threatened my job, didn't you? You knew that Colby would never let me lose this. You threatened to fire me if he didn't break things off, didn't you? Didn't you!?"
Tasha was livid by now, they had done this same thing back when she married John, they had forced her to quit the company to save her husband. And here they were doing it again.
"Yes, Stephanie, I called your dad. I told him everything that the two of you have been doing, using this company and the superstars as your own personal puppets for your amusement. I have seen you rip couples apart, ruin relationships including my own just for the sake of ratings. But I will not, let you take Colby from me. I will not quit. If you have to fire me, then you go ahead and fire me! But we both know Vince, will never allow you to do that. I'm going to be with Colby, so go ahead, make my life as miserable as you want, I don't care, I can take it. But you hear me now, if you do anything to Colby… you will see a side of me that will make Satan, look like a saint."
About a half hour before show time, Tasha was walking down one of the back hallways. It was deserted, no one around, she needed some time to herself to calm down before she ended up in jail. As she passed one of the office doors a hand covered her mouth as another hand wrapped around her waist and drug her back into the room.
She knew exactly who it was by the feel of the hands and the smell, so there was no reason for her to panic. She turned around as the hands released her, leaning against the now closed door.
"Colby. What are you doing?"
He smiled at her feeling kind of foolish, that he had to resort to basically kidnapping her just to talk. "Sorry. I just didn't know any other way to give us some time to talk. The Authority's been watching my every move."
"I know. I just had a meeting with Stephanie and Hunter earlier." She reached down and took his hands into hers, giving them a squeeze. "I know what they did."
"They told you?"
She shook her head, "No. I figured it out myself. After what Stephanie said to me, it was all too clear, it didn't take me long to put all of the pieces together."
"I'm sorry." He said stepping forward and leaning his head against hers. "I wanted to tell you. Stephanie threatened to fire you if I didn't break things off. I never wanted to do that, but I know how much you love your job and I couldn't let you lose it. I thought losing me would be easier."
"I would rather lose my job, than lose you." She admitted, lifting his head up to look at her. "You are the reason why I love my job. If you weren't here anymore, I wouldn't have a reason to be. I love my job, and the fans, but without you, it's all meaningless."
"They're gonna make your life hell." He said, he knew they wouldn't do anything to him, not so long as he was a part of The Authority.
"I know. And I'll endure it. I want you, Colby, and I will take whatever they throw at me. I will not allow them to dictate my life and take away my main reason for being here."
Colby didn't know what to say, there were no words that he could come up with right now, that would tell her how much she meant to him and how much he needed her. So he did the next best thing, he leaned down and captured her lips with his. Gripping her hip with one hand, he ran the other up and rested it on the back of her neck, holding her to him as he ravaged her mouth.
Minutes passed but the two had no intention of pulling apart, desperately making up for their time spent apart over the last month. Sliding his hand down her leg, Colby reached under her thigh and lifted her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist.
His hand ran up from her neck, threading his long fingers through her hair, as he clenched his fist in her dark locks. Hearing her moan in response was the best thing Colby had heard in weeks. While most guys liked to spend their time fucking their woman, which Colby was sure he'd enjoy when they got to that point, his favorite thing to do was kiss Tasha. Her lips and tongue were so soft and moist, her kisses were a drug and he was addicted. He could spend the rest of his life just kissing her, and die a happy man.
After several more minutes the two finally parted, their oxygen levels nearly depleted. They stood there just smiling at one another, Colby still holding her up against the wall, her fingers drawing lazy circles on his neck.
"God, I missed you." He said breaking the silence with a sigh.
Tasha giggled, "I missed you too, Cole."
"Never again." He stated. "Never again will I lose you."
"Never again." She agreed nodding her head.
Colby released her legs, letting her feet touch the floor before he stepped back to give her some room. They both heard the pyro going off, signaling the start of the show, which meant the end of this for now.
"We better go." She said, dejection clear in her voice.
"Hey, it'll be okay. I'm leaving here with you tonight, and there's not a damn thing they're gonna do about it." He stated, his tone holding no room for negotiation.
"Okay." She turned around to open the door, but stopped short as she felt Colby slide something around her neck. Looking down she saw the necklace with his initials setting in place on her skin.
"This doesn't ever come off again." He growled into her ear.
Smiling she turned around and pressed a long slow kiss to his lips. "Never."
Opening the door Colby took Tasha's hand and stepped out of the room, their hands and fingers remained in touch until they were forced to let go, both of them walking away in different directions.
The night started off with the Intercontinental 2 out of 3 falls match between Dolph Ziggler and Cesaro, with the Showoff picking up the win with a "zig-zag."
Nikki then managed to pick up the win over her sister Brie, forcing the latter Bella to be her sister's personal assistant for the next 30 days.
The next match was for the tag-team titles, The Uso's against the currant champs, Goldust and Stardust, who retained with the win.
Up next was the first of two main event Hell In A Cell matches, featuring John Cena and Randy Orton, the winner going on to challenge Brock Lesnar for the championship.
Siren stood backstage alongside Nikki, who was worried for her boyfriend, but Siren tried to keep her calm. Having been alongside John in previous Hell In A Cell matches, Siren knew he could handle himself. John had specifically asked Siren to stay backstage for his match, and she had agreed knowing there was nothing she could do for him once the cell door locked.
As the match went on, the ladies were joined by more and more superstars and divas who crowded around the monitor in the back. The two men beat the hell out of each other with their bodies, tables and chairs, but still neither man seemed to have the advantage. Both Siren and Nikki cheered as John picked up the victory after delivering an AA to Randy through a table.
Both women congratulated John as he came back through the curtain, Siren stepping aside to let Nikki smother her boyfriend with kisses.
The next matchup was for the United States title with Sheamus retaining his title over the Miz and Damien Mizdow.
Following that was Rusev versus Big Show, which the Russian won by locking in the Accolade for the submission win.
Up next was a promo from Dean Ambrose and Siren, the two looking more than ready to destroy Seth Rollins.
"Earlier today I was asked about my Hell In A Cell match tonight with Seth Rollins. And only one thing came to mind. Halloween. Here in the states, Halloween is this Friday. The most popular costume this year, the Seth Rollins, because when I'm done with Seth Rollins inside Hell In A Cell tonight, he's gonna look like a zombie from The Walking Dead. And then of course I'm gonna hand him over to my zombie killing huntress over here."
Siren smirks, she loves it when she gets to plug her TV shows on national television. "Oh yes, my bow and I will put him out of his misery for good."
"You know what we're saying? You understand us? It means we don't give a damn. Tonight Mr. Money In the Bank pays the price for his actions and we both burn in hell."
Siren laughs as the cameras go off, "Thanks for the plug, Jon."
"Always. It's a great fricking show, better cause you're on it, darlin'."
"Suck up." She giggled as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
His attention fell down to her chest, she knew what he was looking at and for once it wasn't her chest. "You guys worked it out?"
"Yeah." She said fingering her necklace. "He pulled me aside earlier tonight and we talked. He's gonna leave with us tonight after the show, if that's cool with you."
"Of course. Providing that both of us can still walk after our match."
Siren laughed, "That's true. Well if we have to, I guess Renee and I will have to carry you guys."
"Ha, yeah, I wanna see that."
Siren smiled as AJ locked Paige into the "Black Widow" for the win, retaining her Divas Championship.
Feeling a pair of arms curl around her waist she looked over her shoulder to find Seth standing behind her. Smiling she turned around and kissed him, her eyes conveying her love for him, but also her fear for this match. "Please, be careful. Both of you."
"We will. This is what we live for." Seth smiled as he looked over at Dean. "You ready to go to hell, bro?"
"Let's go steal the show, brotha." Dean said knocking fists with Seth.
"Please, be safe. I can't watch you get hurt." Seth told Siren.
"I promise." She said giving him one last kiss before Dean's music came on.
Finally it was time for the final main event of the night, the cell slowly lowering into place over the ring.
Dean and Siren came down to the ring first, the roar of the crowd was nearly deafening as they walked down the ramp. Dean was brandishing a kendo stick strapped to his back, he walked into the cell and proceeded to throw several chairs into the ring, as well as a table on the outside. As he stared up at the top of the cage a thought came to him, he rolled out of the ring and walked back outside of the cell.
Smirking at Siren he yelled to the fans, "We're all gonna die tonight!" Then he climbed up the side of the cell and stood on top of it swinging his kendo stick around.
Siren stood down by the referee looking up at Dean laughing, he truly was a lunatic, but that was why people loved him. She turned to see Seth coming down to the ring with J&J Security, screaming up at Dean to get down from the top of the cell.
Looking over to Siren who gave him a "put up or shut up" look, he yelled at Ambrose. "You wanna start up there?"
Noble and Mercury stood in front of Seth, telling him that he was not going up there. Finally after hearing Seth argue with them for several moments, she roughly shoved the two men out of Rollins' path. "Stay out of the man's way." Raising her eyebrow she stared down Seth, "You all in or not?"
Seth growled as he walked past her, but just as he placed a foot on the cell, he thought of a better idea. Turning to his security, he ordered them to go up to the top and get Ambrose down.
Up top Dean laughed as he watched the two men scale opposite sides of the cage, oh this was gonna be fun. Dean gave them a round of applause as they made it to the top, both men still kneeling on the cage, terrified about the height of the structure they were standing on.
As Dean dealt out punishment to the men with the kendo stick, Siren saw Seth sneaking up the opposite side of the cell from her. "You slimy sonofabitch." She muttered before she looked up at Dean, knowing he was about to be outnumbered. "Fuck it." She said, the crowd going crazy as they saw her ascending the side of the cell, getting to the top just as Seth came over the opposite side.
"Dean, on your 6!" She yelled.
As Seth and Dean duked it out, Siren grabbed the forgotten kendo stick and laid into Noble and Mercury as they tried to get ahold of Dean. "Not happening boys."
But she was outnumbered three to one, with Dean on the ground from Rollins' attack. Seth hit her with a forearm to the back of her head, sending her sprawling across the cell. Grabbing the kendo stick, Seth laid into Dean and Siren, sending waves of pain across their backs. When he felt they'd had enough he held the kendo stick out over the edge and let it fall 20 feet to the floor below.
As the three men tried to toss Ambrose off of the top, Dean fights his way out of it. His attention turning to Seth who tries to climb down the side of the cage.
Up top Siren watches in horror as the two men hang onto the side of the cage, both of them laying punches into one another. She screams as both Dean and Seth fall from the cell, crashing into the announcer's tables with a sickening crash.
Despite the pain wracking her body, Siren quickly climbed down the cage, jumping the last ten feet to the ground, her body jarring in pain with the landing. She knelt down at Dean's side, fighting with herself to not rush over to Seth's side as she heard the ref's say "he can't breath." She watches the medical crew strap Seth to a backboard, but he's trying to sit up so that's a good sign for her.
By her leg Dean starts to stir, he shrugs off the medics as they try to put a collar on him. They manage to get him strapped to a backboard, Siren's eyes following Seth as they start to wheel him around the cage. She can hear the fans around her cheering as they notice where her attention is, and she's really thinking about saying "fuck The Authority" and going to check on him.
As the medics get Seth to the bottom of the ramp, Dean fights off the medics surrounding him, unstrapping himself from the backboard. He hobbles up the ramp and unbuckles Seth, shoving him off of the gurney to the ground.
Siren keeps the medics and refs back as Dean sends Seth into the side of the cage, before tossing him inside and pulling the door shut.
"Lock it!" Siren and Dean both scream to the ref, who does as they say and chains the door shut.
As Siren stands outside of the cell, she can see Seth clutching his abdomen, his breaths coming in short ragged gasps. She guesses Seth might have a broken rib, she knows she has to warn Dean, so she yells to him. "Dean!" He looks up at her, she taps her ribcage and glances to Seth, Dean nods as he gets what she's telling him.
"You stabbed me in the back you sonofabitch." Dean screamed before he started unloading on Seth with the chair.
Siren could hear Seth screaming in pain every time the chair connected with his body, Seth begging Dean to stop. As Seth crawled to the outside apron, Dean nailed him and sent him slamming off of the cell to the floor. Siren gasped covering her mouth, she knew she was supposed to reveling in Seth's misery, but she also knew that the fans would understand how she could be feeling bad for Seth. The fans were smart enough to know that she had once been friends with Seth, close friends, and things like that are not easily forgotten.
Dean then pulls out the legs on one side of a table, propping it up against the side of the cell. He picks Seth up over his shoulder, but Rollins manages to avoid the hit by wiggling off of Dean's shoulder. Escaping into the ring Seth tries to get away, but he's grabbed by Dean and thrown over the top rope. Dean then bounces off of the ropes and suicide dives, driving Seth's back into the cage.
Rolling Seth back into the ring, Dean stacks up a bunch of chairs intending to throw Rollins onto them, but Seth reverses it and slams Dean back first onto the stack of chairs instead.
Siren freaks out when she sees Seth pulling a table out from under the ring, propping it up between the ring and the cage. He leans over the ropes and grabs onto Dean, he tries to flip him over onto the table. But Dean grabs Seth and snaps his neck off of the ring rope, Seth falls back on top of the table. Siren knows he's in perfect position for Dean, and the lunatic knows it too as he climbs to the top rope.
She covers her mouth in shock as Dean delivers an elbow to Rollins through the table, splitting it in two, leaving both men in a heap on the floor. Dean picks Seth up and grinds his face into the side of the cage, until a blast of white mist hits him in the face.
Kane stands on the outside of the cage holding a fire extinguisher, clearly The Authority doesn't believe Rollins can win this match on his own. Taking advantage of his opponent, Seth picks Dean up and slams him through the table.
Rollins basically drags Dean's limp body into the ring, pulling himself up with the help of the ropes, he nails Dean with a curb stomp. But in a move that shocks everyone, Dean manages to kick out of the cover.
Seth then climbs out of the ring and grabs his briefcase, picking up a steel chair he unloads on Dean's body with it. Positioning Dean's head over the briefcase he goes for another curb stomp, only for Dean to counter it with a kick to the stomach. He tries to lock in "Dirty Deeds", but Seth powers out, shoving Ambrose back against the ropes. Dean uses that, bouncing himself off of the ropes and hits Seth with a clothesline that sends Rollins into a full backflip.
Dean grabs Seth's briefcase and slams it off of Rollins' face, quickly covering him, but Seth powers out with what little energy he has left. Ambrose laughs as he rolls out of the ring and searches underneath for something else. He brings two cinder blocks into the ring and sets them up behind Seth. Picking Seth up he holds his former friend's head over the blocks, backing up to the ropes as he prepares to deliver Rollins' curb stomp.
Suddenly the lights go out, the arena left in pitch black. Siren yells for Dean and Seth, but no one answers her. Bray Wyatt's eerie voice echoes through the arena, repeating some sort of mantra, which sends a chill down Siren's spine. A lone beam of light and smoke from Bray's lantern, lights up the ring inside of the locked cell.
Dean stands, backed into a corner ready for a fight, suddenly through the light and smoke comes Bray Wyatt.
"Dean!" Siren yells.
When the lights come back up, Dean is motionless in the ring as Bray stands bent over backwards in the corner. Walking backwards on his hands and feet, Bray waits until Dean gets to his feet and hits him with a back drop.
Seth taking advantage of the moment, crawls into the cover and picks up the win. He quickly rolls out of the ring to avoid being attacked by Bray himself.
He tries to stop Siren as she runs to Dean's aide, but she throws his hand off of her arm as if his touch had burned her. She locks eyes with Bray as he picks up Dean and nails him with Sister Abigail.
After changing into her Black & Brave leggings and sweatshirt, Tasha wrapped an arm around Colby's waist and helped him hobble out to her rig. Behind the couple Renee did the same with Jon, both men in immense pain from their match.
True to his word, Colby left the arena with Tasha and Jon, much to the chagrin and annoyance of Stephanie, who tried to stop them as they left.
"I'm going with MY woman, Stephanie, if you don't like it, fire me." Colby stated as they pushed past the princess and continued to the parking garage where Daryl was awaiting them.
The four sat on the couch and benches as Daryl drove them to their hotel in San Antonio. Once there they made sure that there were no fans lurking around, before they checked in and took the elevator up to their rooms.
Bidding Jon and Renee goodnight, Tasha took Colby to their room, setting down their bags she was holding and easing him onto the bed. She took one look at him and frowned, seeing the pain etched on his face.
"I'm gonna run you a hot bath, you've got to loosen your muscles up or you'll be worthless tomorrow."
She headed into the bathroom and started the water letting the tub fill up, before adding some aroma therapy oil to help Colby relax.
Walking back out into the bedroom she found Colby trying to take off his shirt, but she could tell by the clenching of his jaw muscles that it was proving to be difficult for him. Sighing she stepped up beside him and grasped the hem of his shirt, gingerly pulling it over his head. She took off her own sweatshirt and helped him to his feet, leading him into the bathroom where she leaned him back against the sink. She aided him in taking off his sweats and briefs, it was nothing to her to see him like this, she had seen all of The Shield boys in the buff at one time or another.
Taking his hand she guided him into the tub, easing him down into the water. "I'll check on you in a little while, my heart. Just try to relax." She leaned down and kissed his lips.
However as she turned to leave Colby saw the angry red marks littering her back. "Oh my God. Did I do that to you?"
She frowned, she was so concerned with caring for him, that she had forgotten about the welts from the kendo stick. Turning around she smiled at him, "Yes. But I'm fine."
"No, you're not." He argued, holding out his hand to her he said, "Come join me."
"That tub is not big enough for us both." She argued.
"Either get in here or I'm getting out." He stated raising his eyebrows.
Tasha sighed with a smile, "Fine." She slipped her sports bra over her head, then peeled off her leggings and boy-shorts. Taking his outstretched hand she carefully stepped into the tub and eased down into the water, situating herself between his legs. Sighing as the hot water soothed her tight muscles, Tasha sank back against Colby's chest.
She must have fallen asleep at some point between Colby's hands running through her hair, and his heartbeat against her back. She woke up when she felt Colby lifting her out of the tub, opening her eyes as he stepped onto the rug.
"Sorry, Cole. Guess I was more tired than I thought."
"Well, between your schedule and the toll your body took tonight, I don't doubt it. It's okay, though, I got you." He said with a smile as he wrapped a towel around her body.
"You always do." She smiled back as she handed him a towel as well.
Once the two had dried off, Colby pulled on a pair of shorts, while Tasha slipped on a pair of booty shorts and one of Seth's t-shirts. Climbing into bed despite the pain in his body, Colby rolled onto his left side and pulled Tasha close to him, wrapping his arms around her.
"Goodnight, my soul."
Tasha smiled, content more the first time in a month. "Goodnight, my heart."
It was the first time in several weeks that the two of them had fallen fast asleep, no nightmares, no overthinking, just lying with the one they loved.