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The song for this chapter is, "Prepare for War," by DragonForce.
The next morning Colby and Tasha snuck down to the rig where Joe, Jon and Renee were waiting for them inside. The group laughed and chatted as Daryl drove them to the arena, pulling into the parking garage so they could walk in without being seen.
As they walked down the hallways towards the locker rooms Colby saw Stephanie and Hunter up ahead, smirking he lifted up Tasha's hand that was in his, kissing the back of it as they passed the bosses.
Tasha shook her head as they entered his locker room, "You are gonna get us in so much trouble."
"Screw 'em. What more can they do to us?" He said setting his bag down.
"Dude, don't say that." Joe warned him as they all chuckled.
RAW kicked off live from San Antonio, Texas that night with everyone feeling the after effects of Battleground.
Of course The Authority had to make their presence known as soon as the show started, no doubt to brag about how Seth triumphed inside of the cell. Which of course they did, after saying how Randy Orton let them down as he lost to John Cena, before they introduced Seth.
"But then there was this man, the man that we have referred to over and over again as the future of the WWE, a man who is quickly becoming—with performances like last night, quickly becoming the standard bearer of the WWE. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Mr. Money In the Bank, Seth Rollins!"
Backstage Seth leaned down kissing Siren's lips and shooting her a wink, before his music kicked on and he made his way to the ring.
Seth strode cockily to the ring, albeit with a small limp, a parting gift from his battle inside of the cell with Dean Ambrose. Behind him J&J Security flanked him, making sure no one came out to attack Seth from behind.
Seth climbed into the ring, shaking Triple H's hand before he holds up the kid's hand. Stephanie smiles as she lifts her mic, "I couldn't quite hear you, guys. Let's hear it for Seth Rollins."
Surprisingly there were a lot of cheers for him in the building tonight which made him smile, as Stephanie handed him her microphone. However the usual "you sold out" chants started up and he couldn't help but laugh.
"Man, you guys are the best. Thank you so much. I can't thank you enough. I—no, thank you so much. Look, I just—I wanna say finally, finally, finally, finally the Lunatic Fringe, Dean Ambrose is out of my hair once and for all. Look, look, Ambrose is no longer a thorn in my side. Last night, I proved once an for all that intellect conquers every single time, over unbridled mayhem perpetuated by a madman who should be institutionalized, every time. And now that I'm done with Ambrose, on my horizon, I see the man who soundly defeated Randy Orton last night at Hell In A Cell."
The crowd starts chanting for Ambrose and Siren, and Seth shakes his head. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Hey, didn't you guys hear me? I said I'm through with him. I'm through with her. I'm moving on, I'm moving on to John Cena."
The crowd then interrupts him as they start chanting for Cena, Seth grits his teeth and sets his briefcase down. "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Look, later tonight, I'm gonna be able to see John Cena, just like all of you will be able to see John Cena when I leave him like I left Dean Ambrose last night at Hell In A Cell, lying in a puddle of his own failure."
Seth's music kicks on as he celebrates in the ring, however it is cut off as a disgruntled and angry Viper, makes his way to the ring.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry to break up this little love fest, I really am sorry, but pardon me, what did you—what did you say? What did you say, you're the self proclaimed future of the WWE? What are you, the standard bearer of the WWE—do you really think that's what you are, the hell with that, you know what, I got a little question for you, why? Why have I already heard twice tonight that John Cena beat Randy Orton at Hell In A Cell? Why did I hear that Randy Orton lost to John Cena at Hell In A Cell? You know what, think about it for one second, maybe, maybe I lost last night, because last Monday Night on RAW, you took it upon yourself to curb stomp me. Now, you've got one hell of a finish, kid. I'm still seeing stars. As a matter of fact, I feel like checking myself back in to anger management like I did in '06 for real but I'm not, you know why? Because I'm here, I made a promise to myself. I made a promise to myself that if The Authority didn't handle it, if The Authority didn't deal with you, then I was gonna deal with you, then I would eventually deal with you and that's why—"
Randy dropped the mic and rushed Seth Rollins immediately attacking him, The Authority scrambling to pull the two men apart as they fought to get one another.
"Enough, Randy! Enough, Seth! We're not doing this! Back up! We are not doing this!" Hunter says screaming at both Randy and Seth. Orton is livid and desperately trying to shove off J&J, while Seth is grinning as Kane holds him back.
"We are not doing this here. We are not doing this tonight. Hey, listen to me, listen to me. Randy, Randy, calm down. You need to listen to me."
"I'll calm down when that bastard is dead!" Randy shouts, the crowd hearing him over Triple H's mic. "I'll calm down when he's dead!"
"Listen to me, calm down. We are not doing this tonight. Relax. Hey, look at me, calm. Calm down. Shut up!" He yells to the crowd that are encouraging Randy to kill Seth.
"Calm down. Relax, okay? Hey, this is you and me. We're not gonna do this. You're gonna take the night off, get on your bus, get on your bus, get something to drink. Relax, take the night off, Randy, alright? When the time is right, we will deal with this, but this is not the night. Emotions are too high. Hell In A Cell is over with, we—"
Randy's heard enough as he shoves past Triple H and plants Rollins with an RKO, before he slides out of the ring and heads to the back.
J&J pick up Rollins whose eyes are rolling around in his head, he has no idea where he is at this point. He rolls out of the ring wobbling on his feet up the ramp to the back, The Authority following them.
Siren is sitting in the locker room when Seth slams the door open, hurling it shut behind him as he throws his briefcase across the room. He rips off his jacket and shirt, the buttons flying around the room, Siren ducks as one whips past her face. She sits quiet as Seth paces the room, his anger radiating off of him in waves.
Taking a chance she holds out her hand, waiting for Seth to notice her, which he does after a few minutes. Sighing, he takes her hand allowing her to pull him down onto the couch beside her. Not saying a word she positions herself behind him and starts to massage his shoulders and neck. Within seconds Seth's anger dissipates, his head rolling back as her fingers worked the tension right out of his body.
Leaning back against her chest he sighed contentedly, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck holding him to her. She rested her chin on his shoulder, pressing her lips to the side of his neck. Seth turned his head catching her lips in a kiss, smiling as he pulled back from her.
"Thank you."
Siren smiled, "You're welcome. I'm guessing you had no knowledge of what Randy was gonna do?"
"Nope. Apparently creative opted to leave me out of that."
"Yeah. They do that to us a lot." She nodded, agreeing with him.
The two sat and watched the show together, including an interview with Roman saying that when he was medically cleared, he was going to return and make Seth Rollins the past.
Siren kissed Seth once more after she pulled on John's t-shirt, then giving him a wink she headed up to the gorilla position to meet up with John.
John and Siren saluted the fans as they ran down the ramp and slid into the ring to the massive cheers of the WWE Universe. Siren sat up on the turnbuckle as John grabbed a mic to address the fans.
"Lot of excitement in here tonight, how about that? You guys are acting like you're raising some sort of championship here tomorrow. Congratulations on that by the way."
Siren and John both laugh as the crowd starts chanting, "Let's Go Spurs." They're set to win their fifth championship tomorrow night and the WWE Universe is clearly proud of their team.
"Indeed, go, Spurs, go and congratulations. Congratulations on hopefully an epic night tomorrow night. Last night was also an epic night, it might not have been the last chapter in John Cena versus Randy Orton, but it was certainly one of the best. Two men last night went through hell for an opportunity, a single opportunity to face the beast, an opportunity to be the best. Last night at Hell In A Cell, I defeated Randy Orton. And I have earned the opportunity to face Brock Lesnar for the WWE Championship.
Now, while Brock Lesnar sits at home, thinking he's a champion, I am here every night fighting like a champion. And whenever it is that Brock Lesnar decides to come on back to the WWE, he's gonna realize one thing, the next time he stands in the ring with me, he will lose. So until then, every single thing I do is going to be a statement to Brock Lesnar, just like last night. Go through hell against a 12-time champion and a future Hall of Famer and survive, check. Tonight right here in San Antonio, Texas… a city of champions, gets a main event worthy of San Antonio.
The Authority's standard bearer, Mr. Money In the Bank, the self-proclaimed future of the WWE, gets a first class wakeup call. Because if Seth Rollins is the future of the WWE, well, the future ain't tomorrow, the future ain't next month, and the future ain't next year. I've often said the future goes through me. Tonight, I go through the future! Because Seth Rollins is about to go face to face with the man that runs the place."
Siren rolls her eyes, hopping down from the turnbuckle to stand beside John as Stephanie's music plays and the Billion dollar Princess herself walks to the ring.
"First of all, John, I'd like to congratulate you on your victory last night. And I must say I can't wait for tonight's main event as you so eloquently mentioned against the standard bearer of the WWE, Seth Rollins. But I also can't wait for Survivor Series where we will see a traditional tag-team elimination match for the low, low price on the WWE Network of…"
"I got this." John says holding up his hand to stop her. "$9.99."
"Okay." Stephanie nodded, her eyes moving over to Siren and smirking, while the young woman glared back at her. "But, John, I actually—well, I have a business proposition for you. For both of you actually. Because of course, as much as you irritate me Siren, you are one of the best managers in this company."
Siren again rolled her eyes, she knew damn well that an offer from Stephanie also came with a rope to hang to yourself with.
"You work so hard. You work so hard to win these people over, you have to pander to them, "Go, Spurs, go, yay." Why? To get them to cheer you? I mean, God, you don't have to do this, John. You know, your mantra—see, even I can do it. See, go, Spurs, go. It's so easy. You know, you just tell them what they want to hear and they repeat it back, you know, but you don't have to do that."
"NO, no, no, sorry, Steph. I'm just—I'm just listening to the people, something you might want to think about doing."
"So, John, let me ask you, when you listen to these people, do you hear them chanting, "Cena sucks"? Do you hear that? Because I sure do. And my point is not to upset you. I don't want to offend you, John. My point is to try to talk you into doing what is best for business. Oh, yeah, that's so moving to you, right? One arena chants your name and that's going to move you after the years and years and years of them chanting against you. You know, I'm sorry, but these people don't matter, okay? What they care about is seeing you on the mat. They care about seeing you tear yourself apart, leave it all on the line. They care about seeing blood and guts and people tearing each other apart. Something that you do every single night, you leave it all out here. And why? For their appreciation? It doesn't have to be that hard, John. You could join The Authority—"
The crowd erupts with a mixture of boos and cheers to Stephanie's admission, however both John and Siren look at one another and mouth the words, "What the fuck?"
"I know this sounds crazy, but you could come to a place where you are loved and appreciated and above all, respected. We care about what you do. I mean, think about it, John. You are going to face Brock Lesnar for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship, a man who has handily beat you time and time again. And not only beat you, but beat you up, both of you, left you laying, left that carcass laying to these people's cheers. But I think maybe The Authority could offer a little bit of insurance. Maybe we could help guarantee, a victory. Just think about it. I mean even, John, maybe even tonight, your match against Seth Rollins, the winner of that match could be the captain of Team Authority.
And Siren, you could have the opportunity to manage the greatest superstars in this business. We can give you the power that you so desperately deserve. You deserve the respect, you deserve the accolades, you deserve to be a part of a family."
John shakes his head, "Steph, you want to know what I deserve? All I deserve is a chance to come down that ramp, step in this ring every night, and tell all of these people how much I love doing this, this is what you got this whole thing upside down. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, you sit here and you want to try to tell me that these people are here to see me left laying, to see me battered, broken, and busted. No, no. We show up every Monday night. We show up to WWE Live all the time because we are all a part of this. Do you hear that? Do you hear that? You tell me that they are not a part of Monday Night RAW. They are not here for us. We are here for all of them. And you're asking us to turn our backs on them."
"Yes."
"And you're asking us to sell out and join The Authority so John can be your glorified team captain? And I can manage a bunch of spoiled, entitled punks?" Siren says shaking her head.
"I'm asking you both to ensure your legacies. I'm asking you to join The Authority and to be a part of something bigger for the rest of your lives, because when you lose, when you're set—gone, these people won't care, they're not gonna chant your name, they won't even remember John Cena."
"You mean like they still chant CM Punk? I don't think they've forgot about him." Siren snarked, smirking at Stephanie as the crowd starting chanting Punk's name.
Stephanie glared at Siren, but she tried to ignore the crowd as she continued talking to Cena. "But we can make sure they do, John."
"Yeah, yeah. They'll remember John Cena, they'll remember John Cena as a lowlife sellout punk and that's something I never have been. That's something I never will be, so here's your answer right now, hell, no!"
Siren saw Stephanie smirk as her husband's music started up and the Game himself came strutting down to the ring. She swore the longer he was around the McMahon's, the more he was turning into Vince, she was certain soon he would start swaggering to the ring like Vince. She shook her head looking over to John who wore the same look, this would not end well for either of them.
"Told ya." Hunter said as he climbed into the ring alongside his wife. "We weren't gonna move him a budging inch, not even a little bit. Didn't make a crack, right? You're gonna stand out here and play the hero, tell all of these people here for you, we're all in this together, yeah. Yeah, woo, big ole hero. Here's the thing, John, you've been here how long? Ten? Twelve years now? I've been here 20. And it gets harder every single tear. And you, you are starting to squeak by every single night. You're hanging on by a thread, physically, certainly with them, mentally, you're hanging on by a thread, because you know what I know, John, and that is you can't fight the future. The future is coming whether you want to believe it or not. And it doesn't have to be as hard as it is for you right now. And it doesn't have to be as hard as it is going to get.
And I know what you want Siren, I know what you would give anything to have. You join The Authority and you can have it. And no one can ever take it away from you again."
Siren shakes her head as she purses her lips, mouthing the word, "Motherfucker" to Hunter. How dare he dangle Seth in front of her as a way to get her to say yes to The Authority.
Hunter smirks knowing he has something to hold over her head. "This business is about longevity, it's about doing the right thing overtime or you can just be the beat up old shell of yourself that hobbles down to the ring here and comes in for one last hurrah. But that doesn't seem to suit you, John, because I know in here, you're really smart. You got a ton of heart but this is where it really counts for you. And maybe I've got to prove to you, maybe this kind of conversation isn't where it's at for you. Maybe I just got to prove it to you, that you cannot—you cannot stop the future.
So have it your way, John, Siren, work against The Authority. At Survivor Series, we'll make an example out of you. We will have Team Authority. John, Siren, you walk back there and feel free, feel free to find somebody with your guts, with your gumption that will stand up against the system like you do to ensure your future. Find someone that will stand up with you to see if they can survive against The Authority, because at Survivor Series, Team Authority will face John Cena's team. And Team Cena will be whoever you can find in that locker room to support you, John. And here's the thing, you cannot fight the future. The future will run through you whether that is tonight or whether that is at Survivor Series, because we control the future, John. The Authority is the future. And whether you like it or not, you had better smarten up to the fact that The Authority always wins."
Siren and John go backstage, both of them are fuming by now as Siren curses the bosses out. "You go see if you can find anybody, John, I need to take a walk."
He nods watching as she walks off down the hallway, he feels horrible that he's dragged her into this situation again. She had already been fired once because of him, and it seemed like it was lurking on the horizon once more.
Siren made a beeline for the back parking garage, she could feel her anger brimming under the surface of her skin, and God help anyone that got in her way right now. Seething as she paced the length of her rig back and forth, she didn't notice Seth walking up behind her. Feeling her anger spike as she thought about everything The Authority and creative were putting her and her friends through, Siren snapped. Turning she leveled her right fist at the side of the rig and slammed a punch into the siding, recoiling instantly as she felt two of her knuckles shift under her skin.
"Shit!" She screamed as she pulled her hand into her body, cradling it.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Seth exclaimed as he ran up to her, reaching out to take her injured hand into his own.
Already her middle and ring finger knuckle were turning a nasty shade of purple. Seth was positive they were broken, shaking his head he looked up at his girlfriend, shocked at the immense amount of fury etched onto her face.
"Baby, I know you're angry, but I don't think punching a hole through your rig is gonna help." He said softly.
"Better my rig, than Stephanie's face." Siren challenged.
Seth sighed, this was all his fault, if he hadn't joined The Authority, turned his back on her and his brother's, none of this would be happening. "I'm sorry. This is all on me."
In a heartbeat Siren's anger was replaced with sympathy as she laid her good hand over the top of Seth's. "Look at me, this is not your fault. You did what you had to do. Stephanie has been making my life hell since the day I got here. I don't know if it's because I'm her dad's favorite or if she's jealous of me for some God-known reason, but she's been trying to end my career for years. Long before you ever got here."
"She's punishing you because of me."
Siren shook her head, "No. She's punishing me because I chose you. I fell for her Golden Boy, the future, a future that does not include you dating me. Stephanie likes to think that she's in control of everything, that she decides who falls in love with whom. You and I screwed that up for her. I have been screwing up her plans since the day I got here, and now you're stuck in the crossfire. If anyone should be sorry, it's me. I'm sorry for putting you in this position."
"Hey," he said tipping Siren's chin up to look at her face, "I chose to be in this position, and I will live with the consequences of my actions. I let you go twice, there will not be a third time. You said it yourself, we have Vince and Hunter on our side, we just have to stick this out. I want you, there's no doubt in my mind. We can do this, we can overcome all of this, together. You with me?"
Siren smiled as she stared into Seth's chocolate brown eyes, squeezing his hand with her own she nodded. "I'm with you, always."
Seth smiled as he leaned down and kissed her lips, "Okay, let's go get your hand looked at."
After having her hand checked out by the trainer's and confirming she had broken her knuckles, the doc's taped her hand up and released her. Siren went back to the locker room and changed into Dean's shirt, his match was coming up soon. Kissing Seth in thanks, she sent him a wink and headed up to gorilla to meet up with Dean.
When she got there she found the lunatic chatting with her friend, Hall of Famer, Hulk Hogan. He was there to promote the Susan G. Komen program, and to bring light to their campaign.
"Hey, there's the beauty." Hulk said as she walked up.
"Hey, Terry." She smiled hugging him and kissing his cheek.
"How you doing, doll?"
"I'm good. Things are hard right now, but I'm hanging tough."
Hulk nodded, "Good. Don't you let The Authority dictate your life, hun. As much as it pains me, that kid loves you."
Siren smiled, Hulk had always loved her and John being together, but he knew that sometimes things didn't work out. She was happy that he was accepting of her relationship with Colby. "Thank you."
Turning to Dean, Hulk smiled, "Kick ass out there, kid."
"Always." Dean said as he shook Hulk's hand, before the Hall of Famer took his leave. Dean's attention turned to Siren's hand. "You okay, darlin'?"
"Yep."
"You hit, Steph?" He asked with a grin.
"I wish." Siren laughed as his music kicked on. "Let's do this."
Siren lead Dean out to the ring, both of them showing their battle wounds from the cell. Dean was limping slightly as he walked down the ramp, his opponent Cesaro already in the ring. Instead of climbing into the ring, Dean grabbed a microphone and got up onto the announcer's table, his fury rolling off of him in waves.
"Last night, I went straight to hell. And I loved every second of it. I dragged Seth Rollins down with me and I beat him within an inch of his life. The only problem was when I got to hell, I found Bray Wyatt. I don't know how or why Bray Wyatt did what he did. And quite frankly, I don't care. It's a crazy, crazy world we live in and you got to remember the laws of the jungle. Don't mess with an animal whose claws are sharper than yours. And you don't screw with Dean Ambrose!"
Dean takes a moment to unzip and pull off his new sweatshirt with the "Unstable" logo on the back that Siren had designed for him.
Siren knew with the anger Dean was feeling, that this was going to be a quick match. And she was right, as he quickly jumped into the ring and started beating Cesaro with the microphone, chasing him out of the ring and up the ramp, still beating him. The match never even officially got started, but Dean wasn't in a mood to care.
He called for Bray as he walked back down the ramp and rolled into the ring where Siren was now standing. "Where is he? Where is Bray Wyatt? I don't do magic tricks. I'm not much for smoke and mirrors. I'm standing right here. So, Bray Wyatt, why don't you come out here, so I can kick your ass."
The lights went out in the arena as Bray showed up on the big screen chuckling. "I remember how rain can be. I understand that I came from a tomb. And every time that I look at you, I can't help, but see my own deranged reflection glaring back at me. We both are victims of a system that makes men torture, things that would make others cringe and grimace, excite people like you and me. This world is not made for us. Think about it, man. Think about it. And what happens, man? What happens next? What happens next? You tell me. But understand that I am not your brother, and I am not your friend. This sins of this world I walk on a daily basis, I know you, because I am you. I'm going to dismantle your mind and feed on the spoils. Run, Dean, run."
Siren and Dean head backstage still confused of why creative is throwing everyone in the directions that they are. But Siren had a guess, if Dean was preoccupied with Bray Wyatt, then his attention wouldn't be focused on Seth Rollins.
John had better luck than Siren that night, he had managed to find a team member for Survivor Series. So here Siren stood at gorilla, staring at the monitor where their new member, Dolph Ziggler was battling Kane in the ring. Apparently, the Demon was not happy about Dolph's decision to go against The Authority, so tonight he vowed to make Dolph regret his decision.
Siren smirked as an idea came to her, she was already on The Authority's shit list, why not push her luck a little more.
Dolph was lying in the ring, battered and bruised, Kane had been taking it to him the entire match. Suddenly music rang throughout the arena as none other than Siren walked out onto the stage. Her appearance managed to distract Kane, taking his focus off of the match. As he lifted Dolph up for a choke-slam, Dolph threw himself over the demon's back and rolled up Kane for the pinfall.
Siren smirked as Dolph took the win, walking down to the man and looping his arm around her neck. Walking him backwards up the ramp the two celebrated his win, but that's when the attack came from behind.
Siren felt a weight hit her back as she and Dolph tumbled forward down the ramp, her head smacking off of the steel, leaving her slightly dizzy. As she rolled onto her back she saw the traitor, Seth Rollins, dragging Dolph into the ring where Kane still remained. In the ring the two stood over Dolph picking the bones, until suddenly John Cena rushed the ring.
Seth slipped out of the ring, running back up the ramp as John took his fight to Kane, clotheslining him over the top rope to the floor.
Siren crawled up into the ring and raised Dolph's hand alongside John.
After they returned from commercial Siren stood on the apron talking to John, her face scowling as Seth made his way down to the ring followed by Mercury and Noble. Rubbing the back of her head and cracking her neck she eyed Rollins as he climbed into ring and removed his shirt. She was surprised to see his ribcage wrapped with a bandage, she hadn't known that he was hurting so much, but she kept her face impassive for the fans.
The two men battled hard, Siren trying not to cringe every time John nailed Seth in his injured ribs. But like the stubborn man that he was, Seth kept getting back up and fighting. For 19 minutes Seth punished his body as he fought back against Cena, cringing and yelling out each time his ribs were hit.
Just as she was hoping the match would end and spare Seth anymore discomfort, it turned south. Seth lined up looking for the curb stomp, but a quick move by John moving out of the way spared him. He jumped up and immediately locked Seth into the STFU. Siren cheered for John, even though she could see the torment on Seth's face as John pulled on his upper body, Seth's back bowing putting even more pressure on his ribs.
Siren never saw Kane run down the ramp until he slid into the ring and saved the match for Seth. The ref rung the bell as the two men started beating on John, but backup arrived in the form of Dolph, who came down to help his team captain.
And then it was an all out melee.
Siren stood by the announcer's table in shock as nearly every member of the RAW roster ran down and got into the ring. There were fists flying and men being thrown over the ropes, she couldn't tell where Seth or John was.
As the ring began to clear she managed to find Seth standing at the top of the ramp alongside The Authority who had come out to watch the melee. John was the last man standing in the ring as he lifted Heath Slater up and delivered an AA to the red-haired wrestler.
Siren climbed up into the ring, raising John's hand as his music rang through the speakers. The two stood tall staring down The Authority as Monday Night RAW went off the air.
When she got backstage Tasha immediately bid goodbye to John, as she headed to the locker room to check on her man. She opened the door to find Colby sitting on the couch waiting for her, he had already changed out of his ring gear.
"Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?" She asked as she sat down beside him.
"I'm fine, baby." He assured her. "My ribs were a little sore, so the trainer's wrapped me up and creative told me to play it up. I'm really, okay. I promise."
She sighed, "Good. Don't scare me like that."
Colby smiled and nodded, kissing her forehead. "You ready to go? We got a flight to catch."
"We?" She asked.
"Yeah. I told you I'd be there for your last episode of SOA. I'm keeping that promise."
Tasha smiled bright, "Okay. Thank you."
"Anything for you, baby."
The two grabbed their bags and headed out to the rig, Jon and Renee were already there waiting on them. The group chatted on the ride to the airport, and then bid Tasha and Colby goodbye as they headed for their plane.
Tasha sat on the plane, her head resting on Colby's shoulder, she was dreading the next two days. She had been trying for months to prepare herself for the final episode of Sons, but nothing was curbing the emotions she was feeling.
When their plane landed they were greeted by one of her co-stars and closest friend, David Labrava. He drove them to the SOA set where they walked into the set of the clubhouse, where the rest of the cast was waiting. They spent several hours drinking and toasting one another, all of them trying to prepare for what the next two days would hold for them.
After that they all headed to their trailers, Colby and Tasha nearly falling into bed from exhaustion, Colby holding Tasha tight in his arms.