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The next week as Colby and Tasha walked into the arena in Washington, DC for Monday night RAW, they could feel the change in the atmosphere. After a very tense phone call with Paul and Stephanie the prior day, neither Colby nor Tasha were excited about that night's show like they should have been.
As the two sat in their locker room getting ready for the show, Kailynn lying on the couch watching a movie on her tablet, Tasha could see the frustration and anger on Colby's face. She knew what creative wanted him to do that night and she thought it was complete bullshit. If he wasn't receiving enough death threats now, he would most definitely be receiving even more after tonight. But after some comforting words from Paul, Colby knew that he had no choice; he either went along with creative or the writers would make his life hell, even more than it already was.
"Hey. It'll be okay." Tasha told him as she rubbed the back of his neck, feeling his muscles so tense that they might snap.
"I know." He said with a sigh. "I don't mind being a bad guy, but when they tell me to do stuff like this… I never wanted to get to the top like this."
"I know you didn't. Look, creative sometimes comes up with storylines that none of us are thrilled about. But it's all part of the job. Everyone back here as had to go through something horrible like this, so no one is going to blame you. They'll all understand, they'll forgive you."
He looked into her blue eyes, "Will you?"
Tasha sighed, "I'm not gonna be happy about this, and it's probably gonna hurt me; but I will never blame you for anything out of your control. But if you need to hear it, yes I will forgive you." She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly as they heard the pyro go off, signaling the start of the show.
"I gotta go see the girls, do you want anything from catering?" She asked as she stood up.
"No, I don't have much of an appetite. Thanks though, baby."
"You're welcome." She said before kissing his hand, then leaving the room with a sigh.
As she sat in the chair allowing Leslie to do her makeup, the older woman noticed the frown on her face. "What's wrong, Tinkerbell?"
Tasha smiled, when Leslie had first met her she had been wearing sparkly green gear and had her hair dyed blonde. So she had taken to calling Tasha, Tinkerbell and 13 years later it had stuck.
"Just worried about Cole. They have him doing something tonight that he really doesn't want to do, and I know it's gonna kill him when it happens."
"Yeah, I can understand that. I have seen so many superstars and divas utterly crushed by the things creative has made them do. He just needs to remember that it's nothing personal and it'll blow over in time."
"That's what I told him."
"Great minds think alike, sweetie." Leslie said squeezing the younger woman's shoulders. "Now stop frowning or you'll end up looking like a clown."
Tasha laughed before Leslie started back up on her makeup, giving her a nice dark smoky-eye with black eyeliner and blood-red lips.
"You look so good in black and red honey." Leslie commented as she took a photo of Siren to put on Instagram for the WWE Glam Squad.
"Thanks Les. It's only thanks to your amazing makeup skills." Tasha stood up and gave her friend a hug.
"It'll be okay. Just keep your head up, he'll look to you for comfort."
Tasha nodded before she headed back towards the locker rooms, along the way she bumped into the very first guy she had ever dated in the company, Edge.
"Well, well, look at you, still as beautiful as ever." Adam commented as he twirled her around and brought her in for a hug.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Adam." Tasha laughed as she hugged him back. "So, how have you been?" She asked after they had parted.
"Really good. Beth and I are married now and doing great." He said with a grin.
"Congratulations. I was wondering how long it would take her to tell you that she liked you."
"Yeah, same here. What about you and Rollins? How's that going?"
"Uh, really hard sometimes." Tasha said with a sigh as she ran her fingers through her curly hair. "Even more with the things he has to do."
"I understand that, but we've all had to do things that we don't want to. You just have to remind yourself that it's nothing personal and not to take it to heart."
"And how easy is that gonna be for you tonight?" She said fixing him with a look.
Adam sighed, he knew what was going to happen that night at the end of RAW. "I'm not gonna be happy about it, but I know that he has no choice. So you can tell him from me, no hard feelings."
"I'll do that. Have fun out there."
"You too. I'll see you later." Adam said before he kissed her cheek and went to the curtain to meet up with Christian.
Tasha got back to the locker room and walked in, Colby still sitting on the couch; only now his eyes were glued to the monitor where they were showing a video of the day that Edge announced his retirement. Tasha knew that seeing that was only going to make Colby feel worse about what had to be done at the end of RAW.
She sat down beside him and laid her hand over his, "Hey. Adam wanted me to tell you that there won't be any hard feelings after tonight. You gotta do what you gotta do."
Colby sighed as he watched the video, "Doesn't mean I have to like it."
Edge and Christian came out onto the stage to the roar of the fans before they made their way down the ramp. Just as they reached the bottom Edge halted Christian and then threw his hands up prompting the fireworks to erupt behind him. Clearly he hadn't told Christian about the pyro as the latter jumped when they exploded behind him.
They climbed into the ring, hopping up on the turnbuckles to wave to the fans; then jumping down and grabbing mics from the ringside tech.
"Whoa, whoa, I don't know about you Edge, but I am so excited to be standing here in this very ring, for the very last RAW of 2014. And I don't know about yo, but I think we should send 2014 off with a bang, and we should do this thing—we should do RAW E and C style. Yeah, that's a style."
"Sounds like a plan I like it."
"That's why tonight I have decided to do a very special Peep show that will without a doubt totally reek of awesomeness. And my special guest will be the self-proclaimed…"
"Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait, Peep show?"
"Uh, yeah, that's what I said, Peep show."
"I think it should be The Cutting Edge."
"Or we could just leave it the Peep show."
Edge shook his head, "I mean, the Peep show sounds like something the perverts in 1920 would pay a nickel to watch."
"Yeah, that's what—that's what I was going for actually."
"That's disturbing. Okay. I'll tell you what, let's get this together, let's show these people why we made it to the top of the mountain 7 times. I'm going out on a limb here, but let's show them why we're the best damn tag team in history. So, let's do the first ever, Cutting Edge Peep Show."
"What do you think, huh?" Christian asks the crowd who cheer. "Cutting Edge Peep Show right here tonight?"
"That's good, that's good, with the first guest being the self-proclaimed future of the WWE… Seth Rollins."
The crowd boos and Christian shakes his head, "Uh, it seems they don't like that guy very much, Edge."
"No, they don't, they don't, but watch, let's put the name in perspective, if I say that tonight Seth Rollins…" The crowd boos as he expected. "…will go one-on-one with Roman Reigns." And the crowd erupts into cheers.
In the back Siren is laughing as she watches her two friends in the ring, she has missed their bantering and jokes so much since they left. They make another match that has the crowd cheering, Dolph Ziggler versus Rusev. Then they decide to slip into their old gimmick of the five second pose, which makes Siren wish that she was out there with them.
But suddenly they are interrupted by music that makes her blood turn to ice in her veins. Her entire body immediately starts trembling and her breathing quickens as she nearly hyperventilates. She turns to Seth with wide terror filled eyes, "What is he doing here? Why didn't anyone tell me that he was gonna be here?"
Seth wraps his arms around her, holding her against his chest as he watches Brock Lesnar stride down to the ring. "It's okay. You're safe. I'm not gonna let him hurt you. I promise, baby."
Siren's blood may have turned to ice at the sight of the beast, but Seth's had turned to liquid fire; every synapse in his body firing as he fought not to go out there and beat the man senseless.
The door suddenly burst open, Roman and Dean entering the room together. "Did she see who's here?" Roman asked, before he and Dean rounded the couch and saw Siren curled up in Seth's arms shaking violently.
"Guess she did." Dean sighs as he sits on the other side of Siren and leans against her back. "It's alright darlin', he ain't gonna get to you while I'm here."
There's another knock at the door and it is opened to reveal Mike Trenor, the head of the creative department. "Siren, you're up, Cena's waiting for you."
"She's not going out there with him." Seth stated.
"She has no choice, it's her job to be out there with her client."
"You heard what he said." Roman stated crossing his massive arms over his chest, causing the smaller man to shrink back slightly. "You got a problem with that, you call Triple H and Stephanie."
"I don't need to call them, until the end of the night they are still out of power. I'm calling the shots right now, and she will go out there… or… she'll pack her bags now and leave permanently."
"Listen to me you sniveling little weasel!" Seth snapped as he bolted up off of the sofa and grabbed the tiny man by the front of his shirt.
"Easy Mr. Rollins. You hurt me and I will be forced to tell the board of directors that a storyline involving you and Ms. Rose, just wouldn't be good for business."
Seth growled as he slammed the man's back up against the wall, he was seriously considering punching him when he heard his girlfriend behind him. "Cole, stop. It's okay. I can do this."
He released the man and turned around to face her as she walked up to him; lifting his hands up he tried to fix her makeup by wiping off the mascara that had collected under her eyes. "Are you sure?"
"No." She stated honestly as she tried to stop shaking. "But I can't be afraid of him forever. I won't be."
"Okay." Seth nodded as he kissed her lips with bruising force. "If he comes near you, run. Don't worry about anyone else, just get away from him."
"I will." She said as she pushed past Mike and headed up to gorilla with Roman and Dean on either side of her.
"Remind yourself and the other hounds not to interfere. I'd hate to have to fire you." Mike smirked as he moved to walk out the door, but he was grabbed by Seth and slammed back up against the wall roughly.
"If anything happens to her, you won't have to worry about firing me; cause I'll be in prison after I kill you." Seth slammed him back against the wall once more before he walked up to gorilla.
Cena gave all of the men a reassuring nod that he would protect her, Siren giving them a forced smile as John's music came on and the two disappeared through the curtain. The three former hounds stood side-by-side watching the monitors intently, forcing themselves to stay where they were and not interfere.
Siren forced herself into character as she stood on the stage with John, looking down at her black and red gear that had given her so much confidence after Brock had attacked her. Remembering how she felt that night, she channeled that feeling, turning her icy stare to the beast. She would no longer be afraid. From now on, she would fight to the death.
There was no saluting the fans tonight as John and Siren strode to the ring, Cena taking off his hat and throwing it before they slid into the ring. John nodded to Edge and Christian, Siren taking the hint and placing herself over by her two friends who gladly put her between them.
As Brock stood leaning back in the corner smirking at her, she turned to Edge and Christian. "You guys should get out of here."
They nodded as they got out of the ring and stood at the bottom of the ramp; with a nod from John, Siren followed them down there. Mike had said that she had to be out there, he didn't say that she had to stay in the ring.
"The only reason that I don't knock you clean into 2015 is so you don't limp into the Royal Rumble with an excuse. I came out here with a gift and a resolution. My resolution is I take that championship off of your shoulder at the Royal Rumble, are we savvy? And my gift is for you Paul Heyman and it's right here."
John held up his hand before dropping the mic and grabbing the short, fat man by the front of his jacket. Just as he had hoped, Lesnar advanced on him; John let go of Heyman and picked Brock up looking to deliver an FU to him. But Lesnar managed to escape John's hold and retreat out of the ring like the coward he was proving himself to be.
As he rolled out, Siren climbed into the ring with John on the opposite side, keeping her eyes locked on Lesnar the whole time as he walked back up the ramp to the back.
As Siren came through the curtain she was met by Seth, Roman and Dean, of course they were not going to let her out of their sight; and Siren was grateful she had such amazing friends and a wonderful boyfriend.
But of course things cannot always go the way you wanted them to, as they all found out moments later when Siren was informed that she was to have a backstage moment with Lesnar. The only reason she agreed to do it was when she saw Triple H standing in the shadows, his smile reassuring her that nothing would happen short of Lesnar holding her arm like she had been told. So with a deep breath she took her position and waited for her signal.
Siren walked towards the locker rooms when she felt her arm grabbed in a vise grip, her body jerking to a halt as she found Brock Lesnar standing behind her. "Let go of me, Brock."
"Come on Siren, we used to be so close, what happened?" He smirked.
"You put me in the hospital, that's what happened. Now, let me go."
Brock smirked as he instead jerked her closer to him, her hands splaying out on his chest trying to keep some distance between them.
"Hey!"
Siren looked over her shoulder in sheer surprise as she found the last person she'd ever expect to come to her rescue. Seth Rollins.
"Let her go. Now."
Brock chuckled as he released Siren, the brunette moving over beside Rollins. "I guess what they say is true, treat a dog good and he'll always come back to you."
Rollins rolled his eyes as Lesnar walked away, before he turned to Siren. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah." She said hugging her arms to herself. "Thanks, Seth."
"Despite what you and everyone else think, I don't want to see you hurt."
She looked up at him with her blue eyes, "Then why do you keep hurting me?"
Seth sighed as he watched her walk away from him, shaking his head, he knew she was right.
Siren kissed Seth before she quickly headed up to the concourse to meet up with Roman; the big dog looking at her in concern. "You okay, Babygirl? That couldn't have been easy."
"No it wasn't. But thankfully I had you guys there and Triple H keeping me safe. Let's do this big dog." The two of them knocked fists before they heard their music cue up and they walked through the curtain.
Siren led Roman down the staircase, the two of them knocking fists with the fans as they did most of the time. Instead of getting inside the ring, Siren stood on the apron leaning on the ropes by Roman. She instantly knew that this would not be a fair fight as the Big Show made his way down to the ring, followed by Seth Rollins and J&J Security.
Siren had to bite her tongue to keep from smiling as Roman and Seth stood in the ring staring at one another. It took a lot for them to keep a straight face during these times and she sometimes wondered how they did it.
Roman had total control over Seth as the match progressed, with the big dog using every opportunity to mess with his former little brother; smacking him in the head and whispering things to him as they locked up.
Siren kept flicking her eyes from the match to J&J ringside and Show who sat at the announce table doing commentary. Roman managed to drop Seth on the canvas, his upper body lying on the bottom rope; he rolled out of the ring and delivered a drive-by to Rollins as Siren kept J&J at bay.
However that only lasted a moment as J&J interfered once more, which resulted in Roman being knocked off the apron by Rollins and subsequently taking out Siren in the process. As Rollins got Roman back into the ring, Siren eased herself off of the floor clutching the back of her head that had impacted the floor when Roman had landed on her.
As the match neared its end Siren knew that Roman was not walking out of RAW the winner. Her fears were brought to life when Big Show stood up from the table and removed his headset. Roman had just hit Seth with a superman punch and was calling for a spear; when Show grabbed hold of Roman's leg and drug him out of the ring prompting the ref to call for the bell.
Show continued to beat down on Roman outside of the ring, before he threw him over the announce table and then overturned the table on top of Roman. Siren immediately ran over, shoving her way past Seth and J&J as she kneeled down beside Roman as the crew removed the table.
"Rome, can you hear me? Can you give me a sign you're okay?" She asked as she leaned over his head.
In response he reached up and took her hand giving it a squeeze. While the show went to commercial Siren and the medical crew helped Roman to his feet and backstage to the trainer's office to get checked out.
After making sure Roman was going to be okay, Siren headed back to the locker room to try and prepare herself for what was going to happen at the end of the night.
"I'm not sure I can do this." Seth said as he came out of the bathroom, while she sat down on the couch.
"It'll be fine. You have to do this. I know you don't want to, but it has to be done, Cole."
"I know." He sat down beside her and took her hands in his. "Just promise me you won't hate me."
Siren looked into his brown eyes, "I promise, Cole." To emphasize her point she gave him a sweet kiss.
The time had come for the main purpose of the night, the Cutting Edge Peep Show with Edge and Christian. The two men stood in the ring smiling as they looked around the arena; Edge however was wrinkling his nose like he smelt something.
"You uh, you smell something?" He asked Christian.
"I do. It's this show, it totally reeks."
"Of Awesomeness." Edge finished with a laugh.
"That's right. Welcome to the first ever edition of the Cutting Edge Peep Show."
Edge sighed as he prepared to introduce their guest. "And our guest tonight goes by many names."
"Yes, the Architect."
"Mr. Money in the Bank."
"The Future of the WWE."
"General Zod 2000."
"The walking pile of suck."
Edge pointed at his friend, "That's good. Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, our guest tonight, Seth Rollins."
The man himself made his way down to the ring smiling as he carried his briefcase; J&J behind him carrying glasses and a bottle of champagne. The three climbed into the ring, Seth picking up the spare mic sitting on the stool, before he took a seat himself. "Can we sit down? Can we sit on the stools? Let's take—let's take a break. Let's enjoy, boys. Great night, huh?"
"You're huh, you're pretty chipper." Edge comments as he and Christian sit down on their stools.
"Yeah, Seth. I mean, what's with the champagne here, you and the geek squad celebrating getting your computers fixed?"
Seth cackled before he answered, "Look, guys, that's not very nice, okay? And before we even get started, I wanna come out here and tell you what an honor it truly is for me to be out here on the first ever edition of the Cutting Edge Peep Show."
"Rolls off the tongue." Edge says with a nod.
"I mean, yeah, it's great, right? And this is really special for me because you guys were like heroes to me growing up, you know? I mean, those incredible matches you had with the Hardy's, and the Dudley's, tables, ladders and chairs, I mean, you guys pioneered a generation. If it wasn't for you guys, I may not even be in this ring here today. You're heroes of mine."
"You know what man, I appreciate you saying that." Edge tells Rollins, with Christian nodding in agreement. "But I don't necessarily believe it. It seems kind of condescending."
"Yeah, it's actually—it's kind of lame, to be honest with you." Christian adds.
"What—you're calling—guys, condescending, you guys are way too cynical, and I get it, it's the end of the year, it's the holiday season, it's kind of a time for introspection, and reflection; and I mean, while we're doing that, who's had a better year than Seth Rollins? I mean, I engineered the rise of The Shield, I mastermind the destruction of The Shield, hell, I won Money In the Bank. I became the new standard bearer of the WWE and to top it all off, I'm worldly recognized as the absolute future of sports entertainment. So, really guys, who's had a better year than Seth Rollins?"
The crowd starting chanting, "you sold out," and Seth chuckled, "Wait, and I won a Slammy for that very chant right there too, thank you very much."
Edge stood up from his chair prepared to give the young kid a piece of his mind. "Okay. Well, I'm gonna take a stab in the dark and say Cena."
"Dolph Ziggler." Christian added.
"Sting."
"Daniel Bryan."
"The doctor of style, Slick." Edge through him earning a confused look from Seth.
"He was jive soul bro always lying to his friends."
Seth stands up holding his briefcase in one hand as he stopped them, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey. Hey, look, that's—that's not why I came out here, anyway. I didn't come out here to reflect on all of my accomplishments. Actually, I wanted to take this time to reflect on the past month and how difficult it has been for me since Survivor Series. I've been focusing on the negative. I've been—I've been a party pooper, I've been a party pooper, guys. And hey, I don't wanna be that guy anymore. No. 2015, that Seth Rollins is gone. I wanna have this celebration for a new Seth Rollins, but we can't do that—we can't do that until I bring out somebody—somebody who also sees the value and personal evaluation at the end of the year. I would really like to take this time to bring to the party my good friend, the Big Show."
Big Show walks out and smirks as he climbs into the ring giving a thumbs-up to Rollins.
"Look, there's one other guy that I wanna bring out here to join us in this toast, the man who has really made me see the error in my ways, guys, let me introduce to you, John Cena."
No one came out and Seth shook his head, "Okay, let's try one other person, someone that I really would like to thank for making me into who I am. Siren!"
Yet again no one came out and Seth sighed, "Let's try—let's try it again. Ladies and gentlemen, Washington DC, give it up for Siren and John Cena!"
"What'd I tell you man?" Edge asks Christian. "He—he's just—he's trying to do what we did but failing miserably because he's not—he doesn't have any charisma."
"I don't need to be you because I am better than you." Seth states.
"You know what, you couldn't be better than me even if you had a live sex celebration with the big goiter here."
Seth purses his lips as he tries to control his anger, "Alright. Alright. Let me just lay it down right here. John, Siren, I'll be honest with you, I didn't—I didn't want to bring you out here tonight to propose a toast to 2015. No, John, Siren, I wanted you to come out here tonight because I want something from you. So, get out here, John. Get out here, Siren! Guys, I didn't want it to come to this, but if you're not gonna come out here then you are forcing my hand… and in turn, John, you leave me no choice but to force yours."
Seth drops the mic and immediately slams his case into Christian's stomach; turning he finds himself face-to-face with Edge who quickly finds himself surrounded. Big Show grabs Edge by the throat, moving him down to his knees and holding Edge by the back of the neck just over the top of Seth's briefcase.
Seth puts his foot down on the back of Edge's head as he screams into the mic. "Come on, John! I thought this was somebody you respected! Get out here, John! If you got any guts, if you're half the man that you say you were, you'll get out here and save me from paralyzing him! I'll do it, John! Come on! Come on, John! You don't think I got the guts, do you John?"
About that time both John and Siren come running down the ramp, but Seth stops them at the ring apron not allowing them inside the ring. Siren looks fearfully into her first love's eyes as he grits his teeth in pain. "Adam, it's gonna be okay. I promise."
"You put your brakes on right there. You stop right there. Not another move from you, John. You know what it is that I want from you. If you don't give it to me, I will break his neck."
"Are you insane?!" Siren screams to him. "He's a father for Christ's sake, Seth! Don't do this! Please!"
Seth can't bear to look into her tear filled eyes, he turns his sights to John who has now removed his ball cap. "Don't do it, John. Don't do it, John. Don't even take the chance, John."
John by now has removed his t-shirt readying for a fight.
"If you care about this man as much as you say you do, you're gonna stay right there, John."
Both John and Siren make a move towards the ring and Seth lifts his foot up, hovering it over Edge's head. "Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come on, both of you, take a step back. Take a step back, damnit. You forget, John, this is a husband here. This is a father, John. He's got a little kid at home and if you want him to ever be able to play with that child and hold it in his hands ever again, you're gonna give me what I want, John. You're gonna give me what I want, John. I swear, John. I will snap his neck right here in front of all of these people. Hey, if you don't believe me, John, test the waters; I mean you're Mr. Hustle Loyalty and Respect, right?
You grant wishes year round. Well I – guess what, I bet—I bet poor Edge here, he was wishing you would come save him right now. I bet he is wishing, praying to whatever God he believes in that you would save him from what I'm about to do to him. John, who are you today? Who are you really, John? Are you the phony that I've been calling out for months or are you the real deal, John!? John, bring The Authority back."
Siren and John stare helplessly at one another, all while the crowd is yelling "no." But they didn't know Seth Rollins like Cena and Siren did, there was no doubt in their minds that he would do this.
"Bring them back, John, or I swear I will paralyze this man and it will be on your conscience for the rest of your stinking life. So whatever that is worth to you, that's your decision. Come on, John. Test me I dare you. Test me, I dare you."
Seth notices Siren out of the corner of his eye as she moves around the left side of the ring. "Don't take another step, Siren! You know me! I'll do it! Bring The Authority back or I'll break his neck. I swear to God, John, I swear to God. You've made my life hell since Survivor Series. I will take no shame. I will find no guilt in doing this. I will make your life filled with regret for the rest of it. Any kid that you ever have would not be proud of their father and this man won't be able to hold his kid in his hands ever again."
John looks over at Siren as she stands back beside him, the tears falling down her face made what he had to do even harder. "We've got no choice."
"I know." She said with a gasp.
"They're gonna fire you because of me." John said with a tone filled with regret.
"I can live with that, as long as it saves Adam."
John nods to her before he looks up at Seth, "Okay, I'll do it."
Seth can't hear him because he doesn't have a mic, so he orders Noble to bring one out to John so that the whole world can hear what he has to say.
"I bring back The Authority."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what did you just say, huh?"
"I said I bring back The Authority!" John yells into the mic.
Seth and J&J cheer and celebrate as they parade around the ring, however Big Show has still not released Edge.
"Whoa, what a way to end the year. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you, John. Thank you, but damn, you got to know me better than that. I'm gonna kill him anyway."
Seth throws the mic to the mat and turns around bouncing off of the ropes looking to deliver the curb stomp, but he's halted in his tracks by Cena who slides into the ring and slams into him. Siren rolls into the ring quickly pushing Adam out of harm's way, before she turns and launches herself onto J&J.
Show grabs hold of Cena and rips him off of Seth just as J&J manages to get clear of Siren in time to help. However they have now left Seth vulnerable as he finds himself backed into the corner. Siren levels several vicious punches to his head before she places her right boot up under his chin. Seth flails as Siren does the splits, her strong leg pushing into his throat as her foot cuts off his air supply. His only reprieve comes from Big Show, who grabs Siren by her throat and choke-slams her to the mat beside Cena, who he had delivered a knockout punch to moments earlier.
Seth then delivers a curb-stomp to Cena before he and the others celebrate. They climb out of the ring and walk back up the ramp being met by Triple H and Stephanie at the top as they walk out onto the stage along with Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman.
After probably the roughest night that they had to endure so far, Tasha said goodbye to Colby as they dropped him off at the airport. He was heading back home for a few days to open the first wrestling class of the year. While Tasha wanted to be there to help train the new students, she had some business to attend to on Smackdown.
Smackdown kicked off in Norfolk, Virginia, with Edge and Christian coming out to the ring, they were the guest hosts for the show that night.
Despite the smiles they both wore as they walked down and climbed into the ring, both men were still reeling from the events of RAW; and it showed as the music died and Edge lifted his mic to speak, a frown overcoming his features.
"You know, um, I—I've been running through the events of RAW over and over in my head this past week and uh, the direction of RAW is gonna be going, the direction of the WWE will be going now. Uh, I feel like it's my fault so I'm sorry. Um, but if there is something that we could do to Seth Rollins, trust me, we'd tear him apart. What I do know is that he's got a huge target on his back and he's got a John Cena sized missile directed right at it. And that missile is full of teeth and elbows and it ain't pretty."
"Look, it's like they say, the show must go on." Christian says as he takes over. "And well, tonight, we have an amazing show for you. Is everybody ready to see an amazing Smackdown tonight?"
Edge chuckles as the crowd cheers, "You know, that totally reeks of awesomeness. And here's the best part, The Authority can't do anything about it. So, on that note, I mean we could get this thing kicked off."
"We can get it kicked off right now if we wanted to."
"Do you guys want us to kick this off?" Edge asks and the crowd responded with a unanimous and loud cheer.
Before either of the men can speak again, they see a cameraman filming a limo pulling up to the building on the titan-tron. The driver gets out adjusting his jacket as he walks around to the back door and opens it allowing the occupants to slide out. Everyone is thoroughly confused however as the two people that climb out of the limo are J&J Security; no Authority, no Rollins, just them.
Edge furrows his brows as he looks around at the WWE Universe, "What just happened there?"
"I have no idea." Christian says just as confused.
"Well… apparently…" Edge starts to speak but is interrupted by Seth Rollins' music.
However it is not the Architect that walks out onto the stage, but J both men smirking as they walk down the ramp and climb into the ring, Joey waving a black folder in his hand like it was something of great importance.
"Listen, next time, you guys, might wanna go under the bottom rope because that second rope is a little too high for you." Edge comments causing everyone to chuckle. "But listen, just—wait. Hold on. We don't need to hear anything, okay?"
"It's okay, Edge." Christian tells his friend. "I was having some problems with my Twitter, so I called the Geek squad. But man, you guys are fast."
Noble gives a tight-lipped smile before he raises his microphone. "All right. Let's just hold on for a second, fellas. Okay? We've came out here with a prepared statement from The Authority that they would like us to read."
Joey opens the folder and pulls out a piece of paper, showing it to Edge and Christian along with the signed signature of The Authority; before he takes his mic back from Noble and proceeds to read the statement. "Triple H and Stephanie McMahon, henceforth, known as The Authority, hereby disavow any knowledge of any premeditated attack by Seth Rollins or the Big Show on the hosts of RAW, Edge and Christian. Seth Rollins acted on his own accord and The Authority neither condones nor supports his actions, said simply, we apologize."
"That seems uh, awfully convenient." Edge states.
"Uh, I'm not finished." Joey says interrupting. "Furthermore, The Authority recognized Edge and Christian's contractual right to host Smackdown and shall not interfere with said right. In order to ensure that Smackdown operates to the manner acceptable to The Authority, Jamie Noble and Joey Mercury, henceforth known as J&J Security, shall be appointed official observers of Smackdown; and any and all breaches of protocol by Edge and Christian shall be reported forthwith to the WWE Corporate Offices in Stanford, Connecticut. Sincerely, Triple H."
"Hmm, that's uh, really interesting guys." Edge says as he looks over to his companion. "Um, but the fact of the matter is we're still in control tonight. So we can make all the matches tonight and I think maybe the first match that we should make is…"
Edge takes a moment to pause and think, before a smile comes over his face. "J&J Security… against… the big guy, Ryback." He smiles as J&J starts to freak out, "Okay, don't do anything in your britches. Settle down, kids. I won't endanger your lives like Seth Rollins. Tonight, Ryback will go one-on-one with the Big Show."
"That is a—that is a great match, Edge. And that's a—that's a main event in any arena, anywhere in the country, anywhere in the world. But I'm sorry, but I think I might have to trump you if you don't mind. Tell me what you think about this. I was thinking for the main event right here live tonight on Smackdown, the Bulgarian Brute Rusev, will go one-on-one with Roman Reigns."
"Now, that's a hell of a match." Edge says nodding in agreement.
"Alright, just so you two guys know, I'm taking notes of everything that happens and all this will go on your permanent files." Noble states, staring the two down like he was their high school principal.
"Okay, well, you know I don't work here, right?" Edge reminds them. "Alright. So here's the deal, no matter what, we're in control tonight. We're not gonna get to host the show for a long, long time. But tonight, this is our show!"
"So go ahead and put it in our permanent files you dork chops, because our show starts right now!"
Dean and Siren walk out to the ring to the deafening cheers of the fans; Dean sporting his normal sleeveless T-shirt and jeans, scratching his head like he's hearing voices.
Before the ref can even ring the bell, Dean slides under the ropes and attacks Curtis Axel. He sends Axel to the outside where the fight rages on with Dean slamming him into the barricades before delivering a clothesline from hell. He then shoves Axel back into the ring and slams him down with "Dirty Deeds."
Siren walks over towards the ramp as the ref is yelling at Ambrose about the bell not ever ringing. "That was your job, ref. You failed." She told him with a smirk as Dean grabbed a mic from the techs and came to her side, the two of them backing up the ramp as Dean spoke.
"Bray Wyatt, I hope you're listening. I hope you're listening real good. This Monday, you and I have the first ever ambulance match on Monday Night RAW, and what a way to kick off 2015. Let me show you how I'm gonna kick off my New Year right here, yeah."
Dean steps off the ramp and walks over to the back of the ambulance parked on stage left; Siren takes a seat on the edge of the stage, smirking as she watches her lunatic.
"I'm gonna crack the windshield of this ambulance, with your face; I'm gonna put your body under these tires and I'm gonna run you over. And I'm gonna break each and every one of your fingers so you can't crawl away. And then I'm gonna run you over again. I'm gonna tie you, I'm gonna tie you to the back of this bumper and I'm gonna drag you all around the arena. And just when you think it's over, just when you think you've had enough, you can't take anymore, I'm gonna drag your lifeless incapacitated body into the back of this ambulance. I'm gonna lock this door, I'm gonna step on the gas and you and I are taking a one way trip to Happy New Year hell."
Siren laughs as the lights and sirens of the ambulance start up, Dean climbs back up on the stage with her and they both knock fists before they head backstage.
Siren then returns for the main event match, walking down the stairs beside the big dog Roman Reigns. The two of them hopping over the barricade and climbing up into the ring; Roman hopping up on the turnbuckle to pose for the fans while Siren stood beside him with her fists raised.
The two stood in the ring side-by-side watching the video of what Show had done to Roman last week on RAW; Siren could see the muscles in Roman's jaw clenching. She lightly laid her hand on his arm, bringing his gray eyes to her. "Breathe, Rome. You'll get your shot at him. I'll make sure it happens."
Roman gives her a smile, she always knew exactly what to say to set him at ease, and with one touch she could bring peace to his mind and body; she really was the Alpha that controlled the Hounds.
Siren knocked fists with Roman before she rolled out of the ring as Rusev and Lana made their entrance. As the match got underway Siren could tell it was going to be a tough fight, Rusev was not called the Bulgarian Brute for nothing. He was big and mean, he knew how to put a hurting on his opponents.
Throughout the match which was brutal, most attention kept turning to the two women standing on opposite sides of the ring. Siren was growing annoyed and sick of Lana's constant digs at Roman during the match. Finally after a particular comment about Roman's manhood, Siren rounded the ring and stalked up to Lana getting right up in the Russian woman's face.
"You need to keep your mouth shut, or I'm gonna shut it for you. You focus on your man and leave mine out of it, or I'm gonna show you why they called me the Alpha Hound. Si credeti-ma scoarta mea nu nimic in comparative cu muscatura mea." And trust me, my bark is nothing compared to my bite.
Siren could see that she set Lana on edge as she finished her last sentence in Romanian, a language she knew that Lana spoke, however the Russian beauty was stunned that Siren spoke it fluently.
Nearing the edge of the match Roman had Rusev reeling as he set him up on the apron, looking to deliver the "drive-by." However the booing of the fans caught Siren's attention and she cussed under her breath as she saw the 7-foot traitor Big Show strolling down to the ring. She looked over to her right seeing that Roman had noticed the man's arrival as well, and with the look in Roman's eyes she knew this was not going to end well.
Rather than worry about beating Rusev, Roman went straight on the attack of Show; knocking over the Russian flag as he leapt off of the stairs and nailed Show with a superman punch to the mouth. The big man fell to the floor and Roman rolled himself back into the ring, only to come face-to-foot with Rusev powerful leg.
Shockingly to everyone Roman was able to kick-out at 2, Rusev and Lana both stunned; as Siren slammed her hand down on the canvas and willed Roman to get back to his feet.
Roman ducked and attack by Rusev and bounced off the ropes hitting the brute with a spear; but as he went for the cover he was pulled out of the ring by Show. The giant grabbed Roman by the back of his vest and proceeded to hurl the Samoan into the barricades around ringside.
The fans started chanting "you sold out" to Show, which only served to anger the giant more; which resulted in his grabbing Siren by her long hair as she tried to get between him and Roman, and literally tossing her out of the way. She was airborne for several seconds before her body crashed into the steel steps, the sound of the hit echoing in her ears as she laid on the floor. She wasn't prepared to take the hit and now every piece of her body hurt; and she found that she had to take short gasps of air, as it hurt far too much to take a deep breath.
Show then turned his attention back onto Roman, grabbing him by the front of his vest and jerking him to his feet; before slamming Roman into the barricade and then hitting him with a massive spear. Roman hit the ground beside Siren, lying on his back groaning in pain from the hit; he was positive that had he not been wearing his vest, Show might very well have broken a few of his ribs.
Show then grinned at the fans as he proceeded to rip apart the announcers table, clearing it of the items on the top. He clamped his big hand around Roman throat and drug him over to the table, and Siren could only watch in horror as he moved to pick the big dog up and choke-slam him through the table.
"Roman!"
Her scream registered in Roman's mind giving him a boost of energy as he twisted out of Show's grasp and slammed the giant's head off of the table instead. Roman backed himself over to the steps taking care not to step on Siren, before he delivered a vicious drive-by to Show's head.
The giant reeled as he stood on his feet, before he roared in anger, charging Roman who side-stepped him and sent him crashing over the announcers table.
Siren saw the look that Roman gave Show as he eyed the table, she knew what he wanted to do. "Do it, Roman!"
The big dog gave her a nod as he stepped up and bent down, grabbing the bottom of the table in his fingers. With the most impressive display of strength, Roman flipped the table over onto Show before letting out a roar of his own.
As Smackdown came to a close Roman helped Siren to her feet, the young woman raising his hand up in victory despite the pain her body was in.
As Tasha got changed and gathered up Kailynn's stuff her phone rang, she answered it and put it on speaker as Colby's concerned voice came over the line.
"I saw what happened, are you okay baby?"
"I'm fine, Cole. A little sore, but I'll live."
Colby sighed, "I should've been there."
"And what would you have done? We both know you couldn't have interfered."
"I know. But I still wish I was there to take care of you."
"And I appreciate that, baby. But what you're doing is important, your students need to learn from the best. So, you focus on them, Kailynn and I will see you on Monday. Okay?"
"Okay. I miss you."
"I miss you too."
"Get some rest my soul, I'll see you Monday."
"See you soon, my heart."