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6 days away from the Royal Rumble, Monday Night RAW invaded Dallas, Texas for a special reunion episode. Everyone was in a good mood, it was always a treat when the legends came to hang out backstage. However Tasha's good mood was stripped away as she left the makeup room and came face to chest with her worst nightmare.
"Well, there's my lovely lady." Lesnar smirked as Tasha backpedaled trying to escape him, however she wouldn't get far since there was a dead end behind her and he was blocking her only escape.
Looking around Tasha noticed that the two security guards that had been assigned to protect her, were lying unconscious on the floor, clearly Brock had been waiting for her. Forcing down her fear she crossed her arms and steeled her gaze at the beast, she was so sick and tired of feeling utterly helpless and terrified.
"Get out of my way, Brock."
Lesnar merely smirked at her attempt to appear unafraid, but he could smell her fear and it was intoxicating. "Tell me something, did you tell your boyfriend about us? About all the things I'm gonna do to you?"
"There is no us and if you touch me, it'll be the last thing you ever do."
"Is that right?" Brock smirked as he took a step towards her, consequently causing her to take a step back. "I don't see your hounds anywhere to protect you." He lunged towards her and sick laughter erupted from his throat as she fell backwards, tripping over a case behind her.
Tasha grunted as her ass hit the floor, her gaze locking on Brock as he towered over her; her eyes grew wide as he stalked towards her ominously and she instinctively scrambled backwards trying to get away.
"Hey!"
A breath of pure relief left her chest as she saw the group of men now stepping past Lesnar and taking up the space between her and the beast. She took the hand that was outstretched to her and allowed the man to pull her to her feet, where he protectively wrapped her under his arm.
"Thanks Shawn."
"Anytime angel."
Tasha now smiling knowing she was safe, looked around at her saviors; Shawn Michaels, Scott Hall, Kevin Nash and X-Pac, she had never been happier to see her Degeneration X brothers.
"If you know what's good for you son, you're gonna stay away from her." Kevin said threateningly to Lesnar as he crossed his muscular arms across the chest of his 7 foot tall frame.
Brock simply chuckled, "I'm not worried about you, pops. All of you need to realize that what I want, I get, and I will possess you, Tasha." He leaned forward staring her down as she stood behind the line of men. "In every way possible."
Tasha wanted to vomit as she watched him give her a wink and the lecherous way he licked his lips before he walked off laughing.
"Pac, go get the trainers to take care of these guards. Angel, you come with us." Shawn ordered before he steered her down the halls towards Triple H's office.
Stephanie and Paul were inside when the group entered, their eyes immediately noticing the protective hold Shawn had on Tasha. "What happened?" Stephanie immediately asked.
"Lesnar cornered her outside the makeup room."
"Sonofabitch. Are you alright?" Paul growled.
"Yeah, Paul, I'm fine. Minus a bruised backside where I fell on the floor and an equally bruised ego. Shawn and the guys came to my rescue."
"Where the hell was the security I assigned to you?"
"Lesnar knocked 'em unconscious." Nash informed him.
"Oh my God, are they okay?" Stephanie asked.
"Yeah, Pac took 'em to the trainers." Scott replied. "Something's gotta be done about him."
"Yeah, I know, we're working on that." Paul said looking over at his wife. "He still holds a contract with us and unfortunately he hasn't done anything that the board thinks merits termination."
"That's bullshit!" Shawn shouted, clearly he thought different.
"We know Shawn." Stephanie states with a nod, before she looks over at Tasha with a grin. "So, since we can't fire him just yet, we're gonna do the next best thing. Brock Lesnar is about to lose his title on the biggest stage of them all."
"Oh, he is gonna be pissed when he finds out." Tasha laughs. "You wanna start taking bets now that he blames me for it?"
"I don't even think we need to take bets that is inevitable." Paul states. "But don't you worry, I will hire an entire security team to guard you if I have to."
"How bout a team of Navy SEALs?" She quipped with a laugh. "Thanks. I really appreciate you both having my back."
Paul slings his arm around Tasha's shoulders and hugs her into his side. "Hey, you've had our backs since you were 16. We're always gonna have yours kid."
After that conversation Stephanie and Paul agreed that Tasha needed to stay with them in the office until it was time for her to head out to the ring. Which is where she was sitting on the couch when the door slammed open and Colby stormed into the room; clearly by the look on his face, he had heard about Lesnar cornering her again.
"Are you okay?" He asked quickly as he sat down beside her on the couch.
"I'm fine, Cole. I promise." She assured him, taking his hands in hers and squeezing them.
Colby nodded before he shot back to his feet, "I want Lesnar tonight."
"Colby, now I know you're pissed, but we can't do that. I promise though, you'll get a shot at him soon enough." Paul told him, knowing that short of beating Lesnar to a bloody pulp, nothing was gonna make Colby feel better.
"Fine." Colby grumbled as he settled back on the couch beside Tasha as the pyro kicked off signaling the start of the show.
The show kicked off with the man that Colby was currently wanting to tear to pieces and he nearly jumped out of his seat to answer the challenge when Lesnar took to the ring and called him out.
Brock snatched the mic out of Heyman's hands before he could say a single word and turned towards the ramp. "I'm here to fight, so, Seth Rollins, get your ass out here. Rollins, you got about 10 seconds to get your weasely ass out here. And you can bring your bitch with you, I'll beat you down while she watches and then take back what's mine. One way or another Rollins…. I will have her."
Backstage Seth was out of his seat and to the door in a split second as he heard Lesnar refer to his lady as a bitch; it was okay for the guys to say that while they were joking around, but when he said it, it lit a fire in Seth's chest. Shawn and the guys all blocked the door preventing Seth from getting out as Hunter tried to talk him down; however it turned into a dogpile as they all wrestled Seth to the floor to keep him at bay, when he heard Lesnar say that he was gonna take Siren from him.
Someone from The Authority did come out onto the stage, but it was not Seth Rollins, it was Triple H. Who proceeded to tell Lesnar that he knows that he's upset about Seth Rollins embarrassing him last week; but if they will just go in the back, then they will get all of this resolved without violence. However Lesnar was irate and wanted a fight, which prompted Stephanie to come out to the ring along with Kane and Big Show to protect Triple H.
In the back Siren had managed to calm Seth down enough to do the promo as planned; giving him a deep kiss of reassurance that she wasn't going anywhere, she nodded to the camera crew to start filming.
"Brock! Brock, Brock, Brock." All eyes turned to the titan-tron where Seth Rollins could be seen cackling from inside The Authority's office. What caused everyone to cheer loudly however, was the fact that Siren was standing with her arms crossed directly beside him.
"Man, you are always just two-steps behind aren't you? You wanna go out there and call me out, you wanna get your hands on me? You wanna insult my manager and claim that you're gonna take her from me? Well, why don't you just be patient, caveman? Because you're gonna get your shot at me, right before I take your title at the Royal Rumble."
"Hey, hey, hey. Pardon me, but this will be between the adults if you don't mind." Heyman says before he turns to the bosses in the ring. "And even if you do listen, I'm begging you here, put a leash on your puppy before Brock fixes this all by himself."
"Hey Paul!" Siren calls out gaining everyone's attention. "Why don't you do everyone here a big favor, pull your lip over your head and swallow."
The crowd cheered for her comment bringing a smirk to her face, until she saw Heyman turn back and open his mouth once more.
"No, no, no!" She cut him off holding up a black tipped finger. "I'm speaking right now, so you shut your fat mouth! While Seth Rollins and I are by no means friends anymore, let's get one thing straight. He is not a puppy… he is a hound from hell, and if you continue to run your mouth, I'm gonna let this hound off his leash and let him tear you apart, piece by fat piece."
As the fans cheered, Seth smirked as he stood alongside Siren nodding. Siren however was staring down Lesnar, she saw how her words to Paul were pissing him off.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Brock, did I insult your fat, greasy-haired, loud-mouth walrus? I have said it before and I will say it again, I am not afraid of you. Let me make one thing clear, while I hate The Authority and everything they stand for, there is one thing that I detest more… you. So I will gladly play nice with them, if the end result is this bitch, destroying you."
Paul growls before turning his attention back towards the bosses, telling them that no matter who fixes what tonight; at the Royal Rumble, the winner will still be Brock Lesnar. But before he can finish his announcement, he is interrupted by the third member of the Triple Threat Championship match, John Cena.
"Oh, Paul, Paul, don't go spoiling anything for them and Seth just shut up." He says before looking up at the titan-tron with a smile. "Hey, Siren. You look beautiful as always."
Siren rolls her eyes but smiles back at John, however she can feel Seth shooting daggers at him.
John proceeds to say that he was going to win that Sunday at the Royal Rumble, just to stick it in the faces of The Authority. But Stephanie turns things back around on John when she gives him an offer that he cannot refuse. The Authority agrees to give Ziggler, Rowan and Ryback their jobs back, but only if Cena can win his match that night; a match against Rollins, Kane and Big Show. But if he loses, then he will forfeit his place in the Triple Threat match on Sunday.
Of course never being one to back down, John agrees, much to the delight of The Authority, as of course they will do anything to ensure that he does not win.
While everyone else vacates the office, Siren stands fast beside Triple H, he insisting that she be a part of the NWO/DX promo they are about to film; because what were those groups without the first lady?
The titan-tron cuts to The Authority's office where the fans cheer as they see Siren standing beside Triple H, clearly having a heated discussion by the glares on both of their faces.
"This is ridiculous, Hunter! You already forced me to join The Authority, and now you're locking me up in here like a prisoner."
"Siren, you are not a prisoner. This is for your safety. If you're in this office, Lesnar cannot get to you."
"Oh, please, like you give a damn about me."
Hunter sighs, his face actually softening as he looks at the young Diva. "I do care. You and I have been through a lot together during your career." He casts his eyes down to the floor as he purses his lips. "Some things I truly regret ever allowing to happen."
Siren sighs as he says this, seeing the honesty in his eyes. "Yeah, me too."
"Look I know you hate The Authority, and I know you're still sore at Seth; but he cares about you. He's willing to go toe-to-toe with the beast for you, that's gotta count for something." He grumbles as Siren rolls her eyes. "You can hate us all you want… but don't ever say that we don't care about you."
Anything Siren has to retort is cut off as Nash and Hall enter the room, the two men smiling at their former members. The four exchange hugs and greetings, before Hall chuckles as he takes in Triple H's appearance.
"Sweet, sweet suit. Are you still working that party gimmick?"
Hunter nods, "Yeah, it's not a bad gig. And, I mean, listen, you guys are back, right?"
Nash agrees but still shakes his head, "Yeah, I mean, but drop the suit, run around with us tonight, delegate. Then we're good, man."
"Actually…" Siren breaks out in a smile as Shawn comes into the room and inserts himself in between her and Hunter, throwing his arms over both of their shoulders. "What you ought to do is join us out there on the Legends panel, you know, that way, you can get us three legends drinks and stuff. I'm kidding. Seriously, what is with the suit? What are you like, Vince Jr? Why don't you just—why don't you just bring all of Cena's friends back and that way, you can just give them all a hard time while they're here."
"I get the suit thing, Shawn, but it's not like a Remington shirt…" Hunter says as he points to Shawn's t-shirt with the gun manufacturer on it. "But, you know, I don't come to your work and tell you how to kill defenseless animals."
Siren, Hall and Nash let out synchronized, "Ohh's" at that quip, while Shawn gives off an overtly obnoxious laugh. "Well, it's true though, he doesn't, he doesn't."
"You know, it's not gonna be a Kliq reunion without X-Pac. Where's X-Pac at?" Nash questions.
Hunter throws up his hands, "I don't know. He complained all week that he wasn't…" His words drift off as X-Pac runs into the room doing the DX crotch-chop.
However they all quickly realize that it's not X-Pac, but rather Damien Sandow in an X-Pac, costume. Siren pinches her brow as she shakes her head mumbling, "Oh my God."
About that time however, the real Pac comes through the opposite door and walks up facing his doppelgänger. "I got this." Damien proceeds to copy everything that Pac says for the next minute until Pac actually wants to hire him, that is until The Miz walks in behind him putting a halt to the antics.
"He is my stunt double. Go change."
Siren turns actually hiding her face in Hunter's shoulder as he covers his mouth, both of them trying so hard not to laugh out loud.
Miz waits until Damien has left before he throws up the "Too Sweet" Kliq hand gesture; but after receiving nothing but confused looks in return, he leaves the room.
"What the hell kinda show you runnin', man?" Nash asks.
"I'm so ashamed." Hunter says covering his face as they all break out in laughter.
Siren heads back to her office to watch her friends on the legends panel, hearing how they feel about John putting his title shot on the line tonight; and how they felt the first time they won the Royal Rumble. However her laughter at their jokes and smile at their memories are cut short when Big Show stomps his way to the ring and proceeds to talk shit to the legends. Her anger spikes as she watches him level a knockout punch to Ric who had had enough of Show's talk and stood up to the giant.
Without a second thought, Siren ran out of her office and made a break for the back area where she knew one of her hounds was stretching out; and she knew that he would love to get ahold of Show for what he had done.
"Rome!" The big dog looked up hearing his Alpha's call. "Show just sucker-punched Ric Flair."
Reigns stood up to his full height, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders, before he leveled his dark eyes at his Alpha. "Let's go."
The crowd came to their feet instantly as Roman's music kicked on and Siren lead him rapidly down the stairs to the ring; everyone knew that Show was about to receive a well-deserved beat-down from the Big Dog.
Siren jumped the barricade and immediately went over to Ric's side to check on him, while Roman climbed up onto the ring apron and glanced down to her. "Is he alright?"
"He'll be okay." She told him before her eyes landed on Show. "Teach him a lesson, Rome."
Roman gave her a nod as he stepped through the ropes and stood to face Big Show, as the giant raised his mic and held out an arm to stop Roman from coming any closer; it was clear that Show really didn't want anything to do with Roman Reigns.
"Hold on, hold on! Don't step in here. You step in here, something bad's gonna happen to you. You understand me? You just need to get outta my ring before you get hurt, young man, because I will knock you out. Do you understand me? Now, get outta my damn ring!"
Roman glances over to the crowd who are still cheering for him, hoping that he chooses to slay the giant. Which he does a moment later as he unloads several punches to Show's face, backing him up towards the ropes. Show manages to duck one and as Roman bounces off of the ropes to retaliate, Show grabs him by the throat.
But before Show can choke-slam him, Roman maneuvers out of his grip and turns, once again throwing right punches at the giant fully backing him up against the ropes; and then to add insult to injury, Roman clotheslines the giant over the top rope to the floor below.
"Come on you big bastard!" Roman shouts as Show scrambles up the ramp like a scalded dog.
Roman then climbs out of the ring and joins Siren as they walk with Ric and the legends to the backstage area to get Ric checked out by the trainers.
The camera then cut from the ring to the backstage area where Siren happened to be standing by the curtain alongside Ambrose when Stephanie approached them flaunting her fake-smile. "Just a reminder, Siren. You are a glorified valet out there, don't forget your place."
"Of course." Siren said giving the boss a sickly sweet smile. She waited until Stephanie had left before she took out her cell phone and dialed a number; Ambrose watching her all the while with a curious grin as the person on the other end answered. "Hey, a little birdie told me you were in town. You wanna help me piss off The Authority?"
Siren walked beside Dean as they made their way down the ramp to the ring, Ambrose's opponent, Bad News Barrett already awaiting them. Siren smirked as she knocked fists with her lunatic before the bell rung to start the match.
She loved watching Dean during his matches, his unorthodox style, his never-ending supply of energy and the crazed look that he got in his eyes. She could see the stares of the fans watching every entrance to the show-floor wondering who it was that she had called and when they were going to make an appearance.
She turned her eyes back to the match where Barrett had Dean on the ropes… literally; he had Dean laid across the top ropes as he delivered multiple hard shots to Dean's back. But as usual Ambrose loves pain as he fights out of the corner and proceeds to make Barrett pay eventually bouncing off of the ropes and delivers a vicious clothesline. Dean picks up the win when he counters Barrett's "bull-hammer clothesline" and delivers "dirty deeds," for the win.
Siren parts with Dean once they get backstage as he goes looking for Renee, and she heads back to her office where Seth and Roman are sitting on the couch. Taking the empty spot between her boyfriend and brother, she smiled as she watched the NWO out in the ring. They were reminiscing on the good old days when they were interrupted by The Ascension; Siren had to shake her head with a laugh as they trash talked Nash, Hall and Pac.
"Oh, they are gonna regret this in about 5 minutes."
Sure enough just 5 minutes later The Ascension was lying on their backs in the middle of the ring after the NWO, the New Age Outlaws and the APA completely destroyed them.
Siren was bouncing in her seat laughing as the legends celebrated in the ring. "Damn! Did you see that "clothesline from hell" by JBL? Even after all these years that man is still deadly."
"He really is. Although Dean does a pretty good version of that clothesline too." Seth voiced.
"Yeah he does." Siren agreed with a nod. "JBL even told me that he's proud of the way Dean carries it on." Glancing over at the clock Siren noticed it was time for her and Seth to head up for the main event. "Come on babe, it's time."
"Are you gonna tell us who you called on the phone earlier?" Seth asked as he rose to his feet and started pulling on his gloves.
Siren smiled as she leaned up towards his face, slowly as if she was going to kiss him. "Not a chance." She laughed as she placed her hand on his face and lightly shoved him.
Roman shook his head at the couple as they left the office, he couldn't be happier for them and since they now had the bosses backing them, the only thing they had to worry about was a beast.
Siren was trying not to appear as if she was enjoying herself as she walked through the backstage area with Seth and J&J, due to the camera crew walking backwards in front of them filming. Luckily the camera seemed to be capturing them from the chest up, so no one could see Rollins and Rose's interlocked fingers. Neither she nor Seth had been informed of any promo before the main event, so they just played off of what Triple H and Stephanie had announced earlier; that Cena would be facing Rollins, Kane and Big Show.
Siren rolled her eyes as she walked to the right of Rollins, Mercury on her right and Noble on Seth's left; they were braying and cackling as they talked about what was in store for Cena tonight. Suddenly the group stopped short and Siren's blood ran cold as she found the beast himself blocking their path.
Brock smirked as he caught the fear in Siren's eyes, before his attention turned to Rollins who stood rigid in front of him; he could see the anger in Seth's eyes, but he could also see his underlying fear and it made him chuckle. "I'm not gonna hurt you, tonight. I'm a prize fighter. I just hope that you take out John Cena tonight, do us both a favor. Then come Sunday, I'll get paid to take you out. And I will take you out." He smirked and leered over at Siren, "Then, I'll take her. 6 days Siren… and then you're mine."
Brock walked away and the camera panned close to show Rollins and Siren's faces, which were both full of fear; Seth's eyes were wide, his breathing shallow as he wondered what it was that he had gotten himself into.
Seth squeezed Siren's hand that he had been holding the entire time as the camera crew left, feeling her give a weak squeeze to his in return. He hated that he had to look scared of the beast on camera, when all he really wanted to do was pummel him into a bloody pulp. Shaking off his thoughts of Lesnar he focused his attention to the main event, leaning down to kiss Siren before they headed out to the ring.
As always Siren had her game face on as she walked down the ramp beside Rollins, only this time instead of climbing into the ring she waved The Authority off and made her way over to the announce booth. Picking up a headset, she sat down in the chair beside JBL and gave the three men to her left a bright smile.
"Hi guys."
"Well, hello beautiful." JBL said, the word "beautiful" sounding better with his southern drawl.
"Ladies and gentlemen we are being joined right now by Seth Rollins' manager, Siren Rose. Thank you for joining us."
"Always a pleasure Cole. Although I'm disappointed that you put your jacket back on JBL, I wanted to see those "clothesline from hell" guns you have in that t-shirt."
JBL had the sense to blush as he shook his head, "Well, I appreciate that, but the bosses are out here so I needed to look professional."
"Oh, screw professional Bradshaw. You need to ditch the suit, reinstate the APA permanently and go back to being the badass non-corporate stooge you used to be."
JBL chuckled, he knew that she really wanted to have the old days back, when they had more fun, improvised and creative didn't have a stranglehold on their gimmicks and storylines. He flinched as he saw Cena take a really powerful slam from Kane and heard Cole say that Ziggler, Rowan and Ryback should be packing their bags.
"I wouldn't make your travel plans, boys." JBL commented in response to Booker's answer about if Cena wins this match, Ziggler, Rowan and Ryback gets their jobs back.
"I wouldn't be too sure of that, JBL. This is Monday Night RAW, you never know what's going to happen." Siren quipped with a sneaky grin as she watched John fight back against Rollins.
"So Siren, who was it that you called earlier in the night? Can you tell us?" Booker asked.
Siren gave a sly smile, "Well, you know Book, Stephanie told me earlier that I was nothing more than a glorified valet. So I merely called in a favor to an old friend, to help me remind The Authority that they can think they hold the highest cards; but in this business, I always have the winning hand."
As the match wound down Siren could see that John was beginning to tire, it was time for the next move. Making sure that the camera was on her, she took out her cell phone and sent out a text before placing it down with a grin. She saw Stephanie and Hunter glaring over at her knowing that she was up to something; Siren simply picked up JBL's cowboy hat and placed it on her head, leaned back in the chair, propped her heeled boots up on the table and crossed her arms, all the while giving them a devious smile.
Even as the odds against Cena got worse when he was pulled out of the ring and assaulted by Kane and Big Show, Siren never lost her smile; she did however give JBL his hat back, bestowing a friendly kiss on his cheek and move away from the announcers table towards the ring.
The ref was at a count of 9 when John managed to get to his feet and roll himself back into the ring. His eyes locked momentarily with Siren's and she nodded, "You got this, J."
Nodding John got to his feet only to take a vicious choke-slam from Kane who went for the cover, but again Cena shocked everyone when he kicked out at 2. The Authority was beside themselves in anger when Rollins tagged himself back in to end the match; setting up in the corner for the curb-stomp he looked over to find Siren smiling and instantly the hairs on his neck stood up.
"What the hell are you smiling about?"
Siren simply pointed a black tipped nail at the titan-tron, the crowd suddenly coming to life with deafening screams as everyone now noticed the legend Sting on camera. The lights in the arena lowered as a crow's squawk boomed when Sting stepped out onto the stage; pointing a gloved finger at Triple H.
"Now John!" Siren screamed seeing that Rollins' attention was locked onto Sting.
Cena jumped up and grabbed Rollins from behind, dragging him to the mat and wrapping him up into a small package cover.
"1. 2. 3! Yes!" Siren screamed as John rolled out of the ring and hopped the barricade into the crowd before The Authority guys could grab him. Siren however strolled towards the ramp, pausing at the bottom and turning to survey the scene. The smile on her face told the whole Universe that she had been behind the entire thing; but if that wasn't proof enough, the fact that she looked over her shoulder and Sting shot her a blatant wink, that dismissed any doubts.
While John celebrated and The Authority fumed, Siren turned to the camera in front of her and looked right into it. "Ziggler, Rowan, Ryback, welcome home! Can't wait to see you guys next week! Muah!" She blew the camera a kiss and turned to head towards the back, when Hunter screamed out her name over the mic.
"Sting, you don't belong here! Siren! You will pay for this!"
Siren laughed as she took a mic from one of the tech's by her and responded. "Oh, Hunter, I will gladly pay whatever price you can come up with. It was so worth it."
But her blissful mood was shattered as Lesnar's theme boomed through the speakers a second later. Her body froze in place, as if her feet were cemented to the ground. But luckily the beast passed right by her and went straight after Rollins in the ring. She stayed rooted to that spot until Seth managed to allude the beast and escape the ring, shocking the fans at his compassion as he grabbed her hand and tugged her alongside him as they retreated to the back.
As always after the show ended the group showered and changed before heading out to the rig. Tasha had put a 60" flat-screen in the back bedroom and hooked up an X-box as well as a PlayStation to it. Just like Colby, Tasha was a huge gamer, and most of their long drives were spent in the back playing Madden or the latest WWE 2k game.
Tonight however they were having a 4 person face-off in the latest Call of Duty, and within 2 rounds the guys were all throwing down their controllers in anger because Tasha was owning them.
"Damnit!" Cole shouted "How do you do that? It's like you're freaking invisible. You just pop up and kill us all."
Tasha laughed out loud as Colby sat beside her pouting. "I told you, you're awesome when it comes to Madden, but I am the Queen when it comes to first-person shooter games. Just ask Orton, he knows."
"Randy games?" Joe asked curiously.
"Oh, yeah. He loves anything Call of Duty. That's what we used to do when we were together, we'd just sit around on our off-time and play. Even now if someone challenges him to a shooting game and he needs a partner, he calls me. We're a pretty lethal team."
"Yeah, you're both pretty cracked. Hearing voices and shit in your head."
Three heads swiveled around at the same time to look at Jon who looked back at them in confusion. "What?"
"That's rich coming from the WWE's resident lunatic." Tasha smirked.
Jon tosses her a flirty wink as Colby shakes his head. "Hey, we're all a little cracked. I mean come on, look what we do for a living."
Thursday night Siren stood backstage at gorilla with Seth, Roman and Dean as Smackdown kicked off with Daniel Bryan welcoming back Ziggler, Ryback and Rowen. She had to smile as the guys not only thanked the WWE Universe, John Cena and Sting for their reinstatement to WWE, but they also gave huge sincere thanks to her.
The big dog and lunatic snickered as Seth shot his girlfriend a mock glare as she proudly beamed for her participation in what transpired on RAW. Seth could only shake his head and give her a quick kiss before The Authority interrupted the four men in the ring.
Siren smiled wide as she walked out onto the stage with The Authority men, gleefully swiping the mic Rollins held in his hand before he could speak.
"Hey guys! Welcome back!" She said proudly as she waved happily to them.
The guys returned her wave and she glanced over to see Seth glaring a hole through her, she raised her left eyebrow and shrugged. "What? Just cause you don't have any friends."
The audible "oh!," from the crowd and the laughter coming from the ring caused Seth's face to turn red; which prompted Siren to say, "Hey, did y'all know that when Rollins gets mad, the tips of his ears turn red?"
Laughter broke out from the crowd as she reached up and poked his ear, Seth quickly swatted her hand away and snatched the mic back from her. Siren crossed her arms as she stood in between Rollins and Kane, her giggling and sugar-sweet smile irritating Seth to no end.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here gentlemen? It looks to me like a little Survivor Series reunion. Oh, except of course they replaced that wannabe Superman, John Cena, with the little itty bitty garden gnome, Daniel Bryan."
"Seth, Seth, hang on a minute man, I know I've been gone for a little while, but I hardly recognized you without your nose buried up The Authority's backside." Dolph commented, much to Siren and the WWE Universe's delight.
"And you know, ever since you arranged sneakily to bring The Authority back, I've been waiting to get my hands on you and beat the crap out of you, so let's do it right now."
Seth threw up his hands and laughed, "You know Dolph, as much as I would love to walk down this ramp, get in that ring, and put you in your place right now…."
"Then do it, buddy, let's go." Dolph eggs on, even holding the ropes open for Seth to climb in.
"I'm not gonna do that. Because as you probably noticed while you were watching our programming at home on your couch, eating your stuffed-crust pizza. I've got more important things to do than deal with you."
Once again like they had for so many weeks, the crowd starting chanting, "You sold out."
Seth rolled his eyes, "Oh, get over it. Get over it, because in only three days, I am going to beat not only John Cena, but Brock Lesnar and, well, I'm gonna become the next WWE World Heavyweight Champion. And you know what, Dolph, Triple H and Stephanie's fitness videos are actually phenomenal. And maybe you should try them if you ever wanna be half the man that I am."
"Half the man you are? Half the man, you know it's funny that you should bring that up, because half the man seems like, you know, those fitness DVDs have a lot of cardio in them; concerning last Monday when I've never seen someone run away from Brock Lesnar faster than you did."
Kane takes the mic from Seth, "Dolph…"
"So are we gonna do this or what?"
"Dolph, you're extremely disrespectful for someone who is just rehired less than 72 hours ago. And as for you, Bryan, The Authority is still in control. And you still have to go through me if you stand any chance at being in the Royal Rumble match this Sunday."
"Any chance" Daniel says as he strokes his beard. "Hmm. I think I have a better chance against you tonight than you did against Brock Lesnar this past Monday. Let's take a look at this."
They all look up at the big screen as a clip of Monday Night RAW plays across it, showing Big Show and Kane being F5'd by Lesnar.
Siren tuned out the rest of the conversation, being as Big Show and Kane had nothing interesting to say except that Daniel would never win tonight; and that Dolph would have to beat Barrett in order to qualify for the Royal Rumble match.
While Seth went to chat with Roman and Dean, Siren headed to her office to call home as she did every night. After Skyping with her daughter she sat back in her desk chair smiling, talking to her mini me always made her feel like the greatest mom in the world. She was her daughter's real life superhero, something that not only made her incredibly happy, but also put more pressure on her to prove her daughter right.
That was the reason why she put herself in danger like she did, why she didn't hesitate to go face-to-face with men like Brock Lesnar. She was a superhero and the good guys never backed down from evil. The only difference between her and the movie superheroes, was that her life was legitimately in danger. If a superhero was hurt or died in their movie, they could always come back; but if something happened to her, it was permanent.
Shaking off her negative thoughts, Siren opened up the package that had been delivered from her agent; inside were the new scripts for season 5 of Teen Wolf and season 6 of Walking Dead. Flipping through the pages she blew out a large breath when she saw the amount of physicality that was incorporated into her roles this time. She was going to have to be careful not to get hurt in or around the ring, because she would need to be nothing less than 100% to survive the upcoming months. Her schedule was about to become far more demanding and she prayed that her health stayed good, exhaustion was not an option.
With a sigh she stood up and headed out of her office with her new scripts and show schedule; finding Stephanie and Hunter up at gorilla watching the monitors. "Hey Tasha, what's up?" Stephanie questioned seeing the woman's deep frown as she handed the papers to them.
After taking a moment to look through them Stephanie nodded, "Okay. We can make this work. Don't worry about it."
"I'm not worried about the schedules, Steph, I know you will do what you can. I'm worried that I won't be at my best all the time, I don't want to give anything less than 100% here or on set."
Hunter stood up from his chair and looped his arm around her neck. "Tash, you are in the best shape I have ever seen you in. No one in this company besides Cena, has as crazy of a schedule as you do, and no matter what you both always deliver amazing performances. Everything is gonna be fine. We have total faith in you."
Siren sighed as she bit the inside of her cheek, "That means a lot, thanks, Paul."
"If you need anything, you let us know, okay?" Stephanie told her.
"I will, promise. Thanks, Steph."
As she returned to her office she saw that Dolph had bested Barrett and taken the win, securing him a position in the upcoming Royal Rumble match. A smile graced her lips as she saw Roman step on camera to be interviewed by Renee about the Rumble.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Roman Reigns."
"What's up Renee?" He greeted her, making every woman in the building swoon with his smirk.
"Let's take you back to what happened earlier this week at the RAW reunion." Renee said as she motioned to a monitor. They showed Big Show knocking out Ric Flair, then Roman and Siren running out to lay out the 500 pound piece of crap. "Roman, clearly the Big Show is determined to—"
The big dog politely cuts her off smiling. "Renee, I don't know if you've heard, but apparently Big Show is a giant." He said with a mocking look. "I know because every chance he gets he reminds me, like clearly we know that you're a giant. You know who didn't have to remind us every time that he was a giant? Andre the Giant. That's cause he was a man. Big Show is just a little insecure man trapped in the body of a giant. Always talking about me wanting his spot. Big Show- I don't want your spot. I want my own. I want to carve out my own path and you know where that starts? That starts in the Royal Rumble match. It's gonna be crazy. Bodies flying everywhere, people trying to gang up on me; fists, elbows and knees coming from every single direction. But none of that matters unless these feet are planted, my head's on a swivel and this…" He says holding up his fist. "Is cocked, locked and ready to rock, and I'll be just fine. Because I'm going into this thing knowing that I don't have friends, I don't have anybody watching my back. So everything I get, I earn. Cause it's one versus all, and you're looking at the one. Believe that."
Siren smiled as the promo cut back to the commentary team of Lawler, Saxton and Cole out at the desk ready for Ryback versus Rusev. She was sure that the fans knew Siren would have Roman's back, but she had to do it secretly behind The Authority's back. Glancing up at the screen she burst out laughing as she saw Ambrose secretly exchanging his entrant number with Fandango's, whom was too preoccupied with mauling Rosa to notice Dean making the switch. The sneaky grin on the lunatics face bringing complete joy to her.
A few minutes later there was a knock on her door, it opened revealing the lunatic himself as he slipped inside and collapsed noisily on the couch. She shook her head giving him a scolding look as she pointed her finger at him. "You are a bad, bad boy Ambrose."
"What?" Dean said with a mile-wide grin as he held up his hands. "Not my fault his attention was elsewhere."
Laughing Siren excused herself to the bathroom where she changed into her Authority attire for the upcoming promo. Dean whistled his appreciation as she walked back into the room, she in turn rolling her eyes as she sat down beside him; she was wearing a red halter top and black skinny jeans with her ankle boots.
"So you ready for Sunday?" Dean asked as he sat with his arm over the back of the couch, his fingers twisting in the ends of her hair absentmindedly.
"Not really. I know it's just another nail in my coffin with Lesnar, and at Wrestlemania, I'm gonna be inside that coffin as he buries me six feet under."
"The Authority will have your back."
"Yeah on camera, they can't protect me 24/7 Jon. If Lesnar wants me, he'll find me."
"None of us will let that happen. I promise." Dean assured her as he took her hand and placed a kiss to the back of it.
"I know. I trust you guys with my life." She said laying her head on his shoulder.
The door opened and Seth poked his head inside. "Hey quit macking on my girl Jon, we gotta go."
Siren giggled standing up as Dean flipped him off, taking Seth's hand she headed out to do their promo.
"Talk to me like that? Does he know who I am?" Seth whined as he stood in The Authority's locker room. Siren stood to his right looking at her nails with a bored expression. There was still animosity between her and Rollins, however it had faded slightly since he'd gone and defended her against the beast Lesnar.
"You know Seth, it's a big night tonight." Kane says interrupting the younger man.
"Huge night."
"And I need every possible advantage." The camera zoomed out to show Big Show as well as J&J standing with the trio. "I need to borrow your security."
"J&J?" Seth asked quickly glancing over to his team. "You know what, I see your point. We gotta do whatever we can to make sure that Daniel Bryan stays out of that Royal Rumble match. Gentlemen, you know what to do. They're all yours Kane."
Kane nods his thanks as he leaves with J&J in tow; behind him Seth looks up to the Big Show. "Gotta keep an eye on that match. We got too."
However neither man sees the smirk gracing Siren's lips as she stands off to the side of Rollins; there was a clear mischievous look in her eyes as well.
Even with the interference of J&J, Daniel battled in his way through all three men and managed to pick up the victory putting him into the Rumble. But as he reached the stage he was nailed with a fist to the kidney by Big Show; who then drug him into the ring and beat him down alongside The Authority members. However Ziggler, Ryback and Rowan came to his aid, followed by several more superstars including Ambrose and Reigns.
The night ended with a complete melee in the ring as the entire locker room emptied out and started their Royal Rumble early.
Siren stood backstage with Seth watching the chaos on the monitors with pure amusement. "Hey babe you should go out there too."
Seth gave her a look as if she'd grown two heads. "Do I look fucking stupid? You have lost your damn mind woman!" He continued ranting as he turned and headed back to their locker room. "You should go out there." He said imitating her in a horrible impression that made her laugh out loud. "She's trying to get me killed. I should go out there. Give me a God damn break."
Siren followed behind him laughing as he muttered now speaking more to himself than to her. He heard her snickering and shouted over his shoulder. "Shut up! That shit's not funny baby!" A loud belly laugh was her reply as he continued stalking away from her, but a smile played on his lips as he shook his head.