The Raw roster plots the demise of the Smackdown roster…

Every possible butt space was squeezed into the back room, including a comfortable lounge chair you had turned backward so you could peek at the group over the back. Everyone was gathered trying to come up with some sort of retaliation for the siege. Kurt had shot down last week’s idea, but you were hoping the anxiety of a possible attack would have the Smackdown roster on edge enough to make mistakes. 

“Oh come on! It would be so much fun.” Your feet dangled over the seat from your kneeling position on the chair. “Finn could teleport us in, I’m sure of it.” A few of the superstars seemed to like that idea, but your teammate, the Architect and Kingslayer, was not convinced.

“I dunno, Y/N. We’re kind underpowered with so many of us out sick.” Dean nodded with what Seth had said. 

You wiggled your feet in frustration, continuing as the plan in your head got you excited. “We don’t have to be the strongest, just the smartest. They showed force with the siege, we can show that we will out-wit them at every turn, and outpower them. Like you and Dean almost did before you got outnumbered.” 

“I think you should listen to your teammates,” Elias said. He stopped lazily strumming his guitar. “We can’t go to Smackdown with another half-baked plan that Kurt will shoot down.”

“It’s not half-baked. Finn teleports us in, including one of our techies. We get them into the Smackdown group to play our entrances at various times to make the blue team believe we are about to interfere, but we never do. That’s out front. Backstage, we take people out one by one so their roster is depleted, but in a way that no one notices till the end of the show when half their main event is missing. We fill in the void so the fans don’t get jipped a match. Then we drag out everyone we beat up and pile them in the ring for the fans, and Shane, to see.”

Elias leaned back to look at your feet which were wiggling nearly a mile a minute by the time you got done describing your plan. Dean growled at him. “What? Her feet… she’s like an excited puppy. Hound of Justice indeed.”

Your face flushed and you slouched behind the back of the chair as the room chuckled.

“A smart puppy of justice,” Kurt said, walking in out of the shadow of the hallway. “That might actually work.”

“I’m good with it if I can get my hands on Baron,” Miz said. 

“And I want Natalya,” Alexa added. Around the room, superstars claimed dibbs on people to attack.

“Fine. Fine.” Kurt got the room to calm down. “Beat up who you want, but don’t get seen till the end. Got it?”

“Yes sir,” everyone chorused. 

“Then I look forward to watching Smackdown this week.”

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