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Family Found Part 32: Holiday Havoc

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It’s the time of year for Clash of Champions. Stephanie and Hunter come on Monday to talk to the reader about the show, and it inspires her to make even bigger and better matches. But Dean is wary of how that power might go to her head and cloud her vision.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 4170

Note: And it’s time for CoC because TLC already happening in this series. There is one tiny, crucial detail that will become super important down the road. And I am really excited about it. Tag lists and requests open. Enjoy!

Clash of Champions – December 17, 2018 – San Jose, CA

The honor of the first match belonged to the debut of the Raw Women’s Tag Championships. Each team in the triple threat match eyed the other, keeping on their toes and ready to spring as soon as the bell rang. Though it took some cajoling, the ref was able to unclutter the ring presence to just one member from each. Bayley tapped hands with Sasha Banks, leaving her in the ring. Tamina did the same with Nia Jax. And Ruby Riott directed Liv Morgan to start, motioning for Sarah Logan to step out before hopping to the floor herself. Round one was set. The bell rang.

An unspoken alliance formed between Sasha and Liv to send Tamina out of the ropes. While she was gone, then and only then did they set to showing off their skills. Tamina rolled in and tagged Nia. Together they sent both women through the ropes, staking their claim on the center of the ring. Sasha tagged in Bayley, and Liv tagged in Sarah. There was a stare-down, almost completely uninterrupted by the nervous ref caught in the middle. The tagged women took their turn, throwing punches and each other as hard as they could.

Brawls broke out at ringside. Sasha and Bayley each had a hold of Tamina and Nia, though on opposite sides of the floor. And of course, each started by a member of the Riott Squad, now missing. None of them could see that they didn’t have a woman in the game. In the ring, Liv and Sarah stayed low and quiet, their smiles getting bigger with each count. At ten they jumped in unison, falling together to the canvas. Ruby tackled them further as the new belts were brought and placed in their hands. They made a quick exit before the other four women fully realized they had been duped.

***

Scott Dawson and Dash Wilder stood back to back in the ring as Dr. M and Braun Strowman began to enter the arena. Even when it was obvious they were coming down the ramp, the Revival kept up their guard. It was a wise decision, considering their opponents disappeared once they reached ringside. When the lights came back on, the champions were standing toe-to-toe with the Revival, and quickly threw them to opposite sides of the ring.

Braun grabbed hold of Dawson and began breaking him down. Wilder retreated to their corner, glaring at Dr. M. But they had a plan. Braun may be big, and Dr. M controlling, but they couldn’t hold onto the title forever. Or so the Revival thought. They started by getting each man alone. Wilder distracted Dr. M on the floor, and Wilder kept Braun spinning in circles. Then they targeted their weaknesses, cutting them down to size, targeting joints and previous injuries. Dawson was able to get Braun down to one knee, and he rushed to his corner to tag in Wilder while Dr. M was nowhere to be seen.

With the switch came the realization that all their work had played right into the champions’ hands. Still, they tried. Wilder bounced off the ropes, but his attack was caught and countered by Br. M. With a kiss and a flip, he was pinned.

Braun joined Dr. M in the ring, posing over the fallen with their retained titles.

***

“The following contest is a title match for the Raw Women’s Championship.” Jojo introduced Natalya and Ember Moon, then stepped out between the ropes. The referee motioned for the bell to ring, and the women started by meeting up in a lock. Ember was the first to lose ground, but she dug deep and managed to shove Natalya away onto the canvas. She retaliated with a leg sweeping attack and moved into the first sharpshooter of the match. Ember was able to crawl to a bottom rope, breaking the hold.

It was legacy holds versus first generation acrobatics. Both were hard to recover from, and both were driven by the absolute need to be the only woman standing on top of the mountain. Most of the match took place inside the ring, occasionally Natalya rolled out to catch her breath. Ember scaled the turnbuckles and waited patiently for her to turn around. She leapt. Natalya crashed and didn’t move for a while, even after Ember got back into the ring. She waited for the count, catching her own breath and holding herself up in the corner ropes.

But championships can’t be won by count-out.

The referee was up to the count of five by the time she realized this. Natalya, on the other hand, had been more than willing to stay outside. She fought Ember for as long as she could but ended up retreating into the ring. They met again in a lock of punches and kicks to each other’s torsos, both gaining their second wind. It wasn’t long before that ran out too.

Natalya wobbled to her feet. She sighed. If she couldn’t see Ember in the ring, then the only place she could be was… she turned and confirmed her suspicion. Ember jumped down from the turnbuckle with a Total Eclipse. She pushed with all her might to keep Natalya down for the count, then froze in shock as the ref counted to three. The bell rang, and he handed her the title belt. While she celebrated, Natalya made it to her feet, though still wobbly.

They faced each other, and the ref backed off. Natalya offered her hand for a handshake, which Ember received. Then Natalya lifted Ember’s arm in the air. Ember continued to cheer along with the crowd, but the defeated woman kept her eye on the title.

***

The main event was the ‘Winner Take All’ match for the Universal and Intercontinental titles. Finn Balor and Seth Rollins begrudgingly handed their titles to the referee to hold up. Depending on how it ended, that would be the last time one of them got to hold their championship.

Finn started the match with a series of sling-blades. Seth was able to avoid the last one and flipped Finn onto his back for the first attempted pin. Finn kicked out, laughing. They met in the center to slap hands and show a little sportsmen-like conduct. Then it turned ugly.

Neither man wanted to go home emptyhanded tonight. Neither wanted to have to bear the smug look of triumph on the other’s face. And neither wanted those looks from their peers backstage. The ones that said, “you fought well, but it wasn’t enough.” The effort exhausted them. Finn crawled over Seth’s chest, praying for a pin. But Seth kicked out. With a growl customary of the demon king, Finn wearily climbed the turnbuckle and glared at Seth’s unmoving body. It stayed unmoving until the last second before Finn’s boots would make contact.

By the time Finn could react and recover with a roll, Seth was up and ready with a kick that cut him in half. He evaded the first curb-stomp but was finished by the second. As he struggled to breathe, Seth was given both titles, one for each shoulder. No. Finn launched to his feet with a shout, hitting Seth in the back where he stood on the ropes, flipping him to the floor. It took five referees and several members of security to separate them. But the damage was done. Seth Rollins was a double champion. The first to hold both the Universal and the Intercontinental.

***

***

Monday Night Raw – December 18, 2018

San Jose’s crowd welcomed Seth into the arena. He wore the Intercontinental around his waist and carried the Universal on his shoulder. “Well, well, well. Welcome to Monday Night Rollins!” He grinned, smug and proud of himself. “Last night was quite the fight, wasn’t it? But it just proves one thing: that I will give my all and more for you all. To give you the show you deserve, and to be the champion that you deserve no matter what title… or how many at a time,” he added, holding up the Universal belt. “But I have to give credit where credit is due. Finn Balor was an amazing champion. And he deserved it after everything he went through to win it the first time, including me with one arm hanging from his body and all. But, times change. Out with the old and in with the new. The better. The Man.”

Finn’s music interrupted. He marched down to the ring and got right up in Seth’s face. “Beatin’ me one time does not make you better, Seth. It makes you lucky. Knowin’ your record, luck does not become you. Seth, everybody knows that you like makin’ your own way, no matter the cost. Last night was not one of those moments.”

“I did make my own way. I beat you,” Seth chuckled.

“Have you considered that I let you?”

“What?”

With a dark grin, Finn elaborated. “Maybe I let you win. My first Universal reign was short as it was because of you. But I was still the first. I missed out on months of defending and building myself up because of you. But I came back and took what was rightfully mine. All the while I toyed with you and got you into that ring last night. Because when I take my title back, your Universal reign will be completely forgettable. You can’t be longest reigning because for you it stops tonight. And you can’t be the shortest reigning, because that’s Braun. You are going to be the second man to have the Universal title for only twenty-four hours. The people only remember the extraordinary. And I’m the extraordinary man who can do extraordinary things. You’re just a man.”

Seth swallowed, gripping the red and gold tighter. “So… you want your rematch?”

“I want my rematch.”

They barely gave each other enough space to hold their mics.

“Then let’s call a ref,” Seth finally stated.

***

The rematch was even more brutal than the first. They had agreed that it would only be for the Universal. Finn didn’t mind as much that he missed the Intercontinental this time around, but he wanted his title back. And as such, he didn’t hesitate this time. Seth barely had room to breathe, much less to stand up and defend himself. He had the strong upper hand when the lights went out.

Finn spun around looking for Seth, who had disappeared from the ring. In his place stood Dr. M.

“Bray, bring him back. I wasn’t finished with him.”

“Bray Wyatt is no more. And yes, you are finished with Seth Rollins. Because I say so.”

Seth staggered to his feet behind the ring. Finn rushed in his direction but was caught and spun into Dr. M’s finisher. The bell rang, and Braun called the end. “Winning by disqualification, Finn Balor. But still your Universal champion, Seth Rollins.”

Finn made it to one knee. “No!” But Dr. M was already outside of the ring. And Braun ran by Seth, flipping him in the air.

“You will be cleansed, Balor,” Dr. M chuckled. “I have plans for you.”

***

You watched Dr. M finish his threats on your office television, wringing your hands. This was not how this was supposed to go. Stephanie and Hunter stood on the other side of the screen.

“I have to admit,” Hunter said, “you’ve done better than even Kurt Angle said you would. And I thought he was pumping up your skills way out of proportion, no offense.”

“None taken,” you gulped.

Stephanie walked around him to wrap her arm around her shoulders. “You really have done a great job, Y/N. Ever since we’ve gotten Baron out of your hair, Raw has really kicked off. Things are running smoother than normal, and you have come up with some inspired matches.”

You flinched. “I do have to tell you, Seth and Finn have been pushing this rivalry personally. The thing with Dr. M was… unexpected but I can fix it. I’ve really just been signing off on the matches.”

“As you should.” Stephanie patted your shoulder and spun you around to face her. “You didn’t step in the way, and you’ve given them plenty of room to put on several noteworthy matches. What’s a hiccup here and there? That is what a great general manager does.”

Hunter held out his hand for you to shake. “I look forward to what else you come up with. Keep up the good work. And keep on making those stellar matches. Now, if it’s alright with you, we would like to watch the rest of what you’ve got in store for tonight from our box.”

“Yes, of course. Enjoy!” You waited for them to leave your office, then spun around with a squeal.

“Having that good of a day?” Dean stepped in, his grin breaking into a full smile as you quickly hugged him.

“Yes. It’s going great! Stephanie and Hunter were impressed by Clash of Champions. They said to keep ‘making stellar matches.’” You squeaked and jumped again. “I’ve got so many ideas. There’s one, in particular, that would blow the roof off this place. Possibly Wrestlemania worthy.” You pulled out a small notebook and started flipping pages, missing how Dean’s face fell.

He fidgeted with his hand tape. “Just… be careful. It’s easy to forget yourself around here. Everything seems so big and important, but you don’t realize what you’ve given up ‘till it’s gone.” Despite disliking how Stephanie and Hunter had taken a shine to you, Dean couldn’t’ help but notice how happy you were.

You scribbled down a note. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.” The notebook flipped shut and you looked up at him. Now slightly confused. “Did you come here to ask something?”

“Yeah. I’m going to be working with someone tonight, but it’s probably going to get… messy. Wanted your back-up when it turns into a match.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, crossing your arms. “Care to elaborate on that?”

Dean tapped at his throat and lowered his voice. “Can’t. Got to rest my voice. I’m singing with Elias tonight.”

“Oh really? How’d you manage that?” you chuckled.

Dean popped the collar on his leather jacket. “I got skills.” He laughed and ruffled your hair, despite your lighthearted warning growl. “See ya later, Ladybug.”

“See ya, Dean. And thank you. For-“ He was gone before you could finish.

***

“Hello, I am Elias.”

Dean stepped into the spotlight, making Elias cringe. “Hello, I am Dean. And Elias here,” he slapped at his shoulder, “has invited me to sing some carols with him.”

Elias raised his hand. “For the record, you invited yourself and interrupted my rehearsal.”

“Right. That’s what I said. And a one, and a two, and a one two three.” Dean took a deep breath and readied to sing, but froze. “Hey, Elias, that was your cue to start playing.”

He grit his teeth. “I don’t take cues from anyone.”

“Fine. Then you start it.”

Rolling his eyes, Elias strummed for a bit. His chords rattled as Dean started singing a complelty different carol than what he was playing. But he was able to switch relatively quickly. “Joy to the world! Elias has come. Let earth receive their…” Dean stopped, making Elias’s strumming stutter out. “You’re not a king. So what do we say?”

“Use part of a different verse.” Elias took over, with Dean hopping in towards the end. “Let men his songs [employ]. He comes to make, His blessings flow. Let heaven and nature sing, let heaven and nature sing-“

Dean sang louder than before, even when the music dropped out. “Let heaven and heaven and nature sing!” When he did realize that there wasn’t any more music, he turned and barely dodged Elias’s swing of his guitar. Dean called in the referee. “Ring the bell!”

It did as Dean dodged another guitar swing. The ref grabbed it by the neck and took it from Elias, then finished clearing out the ring by tossing the stool out. While his back was turned, Elias went for a hit below the belt. Dean caught Elias’s arm before he could make contact, then made a big show of stepping over his arm and out of harm’s way. He sent Elias rolling with a punch to the face, then scaled the turnbuckles.

“Jingle bells,” Dean started to sing. Elias cut him short by catching him with a jumping knee on his way down. He growled as Dean was able to kick out. Pushing the ref out of the way, he retrieved his guitar. But as he came back, Dean hopped to his feet and took him down with a Dirty Deeds right onto the strings, then won the pin.

Dean rolled out of the ring and started to go up the ramp. “Joy to the world, I pinned Elias. Fa la la la la, la la la la.”

***

Backstage, Drew McIntyre rounded a corner, nearly bumping into someone. “Watch where you’re… oh. It’s just you.” He bumped shoulders with Dolph Ziggler, spinning him around.

“Hey, hang on for a second.”

“Look, I don’t want to hear any more of your propositions. I’ve got my own plans, and you need to stay out of the way.”

“But Seth is vulnerable. There’s no way he could defend both titles at the same time. If we start now, tonight even, the sky’s the limit. We could both have a title by the Royal Rumble.”

Drew grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. “Dolph. Shut up. That mouth of yours is gonna get you inta serious trouble. If you like your head where it is, on your shoulders and not kicked off, then I’m tellin’ ya for the tha last time: stay outa my way.” He pushed him away, sending crates rolling and steel bars clattering to the floor.

Dolph stayed where he’d been thrown. For a second, all he could do was rub at his neck. Then his brow creased, and his jaw tensed. So be it.

***

In the ring, the Riott Squad had their tag titles on display. Liv and Sarah cackled and shined the plaques with the corners of their sleeves and shirts. Ruby spun her mic in her hands.

“And here we are, the first Raw Women’s Tag Champions.” She smugly accepted the booing mixed in with a spattering of cheers. “I don’t know why there were so many shocked faces last night. We were the only team that had any real right to win. Sasha and Bayley can’t ever make up their minds whether they want to work together or kill each other. And Nia and Tamina only started working together a few weeks ago.”

Liv walked up to bump her forehead to Ruby’s, while Sarah wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “We have been a team since we got here. We know each other’s ins and outs like they were our own. Who could step to us?”

“Not a soul,” Sarah answered. They laughed together. “And who’d we do it for?”

“Not you.” Ruby cackled and stepped forward. “Not for the women backstage, not for general manager Y/N, and not for Stephanie McMahon. We won these titles for us. But there’s only one thing missing. Ember Moon, you have something that we want. The Riott Squad wants a full set. Tonight, I’m going to take your title.”

Right on cue, Ember Moon walked out to the stage, Raw women’s title around her waist. “Are you really sure you want this fight, Ruby? I kind of like how it feels to be champion. And I will break every bone in your body to keep it.”

Ruby sneered. “You are welcome to try.”

“On one condition.” Ember walked to the top of the ramp. “Leave your hyenas backstage. I won this one-on-one, and the only way you could prove you are worthy of this prestige is by taking it from me one-on-one.”

Liv and Sarah snarled and moved to step in front of Ruby but she stopped them. “What makes someone worthy is the amount of effort they put into the challenge. And I have triple the effort than any woman here. But I accept your stipulation.” She laughed. “I’m going to enjoy taking that title from you.”

Ember chuckled. “You are welcome to try.”

***

If anyone had asked you, second to only Dean’s fiasco with Elias, this was the match you looked forward to the most. The tag teams, minus the champions, were set to fight in a Miracle on 34th Street Fight. Teams would be eliminated by pinning or submitting one member. Around the ring there where trees decorated with tinsel, wreathes hanging from the turnbuckles, and presents in just about every other available space. And you couldn’t forget the candy cane kendo sticks. You don’t know how you were going to clean it up before the main event, but that’s what the stellar team of ring techies was for.

As one, the teams of Titus World Wide, the B-Team, the Revival, and the Ascension all knew that they would have to eliminate the Authors of Pain. Titus and Apollo took to weakening one apiece. Bo set to attacking Rezar’s knees, and Curtis did the same to Akam. Once they were down to their knees, the Revival bounced off the ropes and flattened them to their backs. Then the Ascension started the dog piles. Akam and Rezar couldn’t move from under everyone, so the ref counted to three and eliminated them.

From there, it could only be described as holiday themed havoc. Konnor found a steel chair in a present and used it on Titus until Viktor could pin him. Dawson and Wilder ended roped together with a wreath and at the mercy of the remaining teams until the green boughs broke. Then Konner pinned Wilder as he fell over. Now it was down to two teams. Bo and Curtis made the Ascension stop long enough to put Santa hats on themselves. Then while they were still frozen in shock, they found themselves with elf hats on their heads. That inspired a rampage that littered the ring with broken boxes, shredded tinsel, and one dismantled tree.

The candy cane kendo sticks helped the winners though. In the hands of the B-Team, and with the help of some well-timed dodges in front of ring posts, they were enough to take down both members of the Ascension. Bo and Curtis went for a double pin. They danced around the ring, kendo sticks raised above their heads chanting their theme along with the crowd.

***

Ruby must have watched the match at Clash of Champions very closely. She knew the location of every bruise and weak muscle on Ember’s body. Each one was a target. She aimed for Ember’s legs first. If she couldn’t stand, she couldn’t fight back. An if she couldn’t climb, then she couldn’t eclipse. When her knees had been sufficiently weakened, Ruby moved on to her torso. A lot of Ember’s moves required being able to twist and contort in the air and to evade hits. By undercutting that ability, Ruby made it easier on herself to wound her opponent.

But as she’d said earlier, Ember liked the feeling of being champion. And she wasn’t about to let Ruby take that away from her. Ruby had her own weaknesses. Because she hadn’t been in a match recently, there weren’t any places to target. But Ember could target her pride. Her ego. And her eardrums as necessary with screams of battle. It was more efficient than she anticipated. The first scream shocked Ruby of her feet. The second gave Ember enough of an opening to finally make an attack. An attack that was quickly subverted into another round of defense.

Natalya came running down the ramp. She passed the ring and went straight to the bell box. Liv and Sarah came running out to meet her, but she was ready. She grabbed a nearby chair and was able to knock them both to the ground, grounding them for the rest of the fight.

In the ring, Ruby tossed Ember into a corner. She spun around, basking in whatever the audience gave her. When they started cheering louder, she dropped her arms with a sigh. She turned. Ember jumped and caught her with her Total Eclipse. One. Two. Three.

She didn’t celebrate. Ember motioned for a mic. “Why are you out here, Natty?”

Natalya motioned to the women at her feet. “I was helping you.”

“Right. “You’ll get your rematch, I promise. But in the meantime, I didn’t need your help ensuring that happens. Stay out of my way. Don’t get involved. I am going to defend this title,” she took the belt from the ref and raised it above her head, “on my own.” With that, she threw the mic towards Natalya and left the ring.

 

Family Found Part 31: Sending a Message

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It’s the last Monday before Clash of Champions, and everyone wants to make sure that their opponent knows what pain and humiliation are in store for them on Sunday. 

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 2390

Note: Heads up, I am super mean to Jose this week. Sorry. Since Rhyno has retired, he’s not going to be in this series anymore. I wish him well wherever he goes. And, quick question, am I writing Bray/Dr. M creepy enough/too much? Any and all feedback is super appreciated. You can do it on this post, or my asks and private messages are always open.

Part 1: Welcome to the Team  

Part 30: Challenge Accepted

Monday Night Raw – December 10, 2018

“I don’t understand why Ember is fighting tonight. She’s got a title opportunity on Sunday!” Corey scoffed when Renee tried to calm him down. “It’s just… she’s been running full speed towards this goal, but – superkick from Ember! But fighting Mickie James tonight could cost her.”

They all flinched as the women fell back from the corner in a suplex. Renee pressed forward. “Ember knows exactly what she’s doing. Tonight is just practice. Keeping her muscles warm and keeping her head clear. She’s got this.”

A few moves later, Ember did not seem to ‘got this.’ Mickie was keeping her off her feet, and any time she did stand up, there was a kick or a punch that made her spin into the ropes. The war goddess hissed as she bounced off the apron, sprawling across the floor. She tried to get back between the ropes, but Mickie was there to pull her onto their springiness, sending her back. Then Mickie jumped, landing on her.

With a scream, Ember was through with the mockery Mickie was putting her through. She tossed Mickie into the ring post, then scaled up to the top. She Eclipsed. Rolling back into the ring, she waited for the count.

“Wait… do you think that’s the best choice going into Clash of Champions?” Cole asked. “Natalya’s going to have champion’s advantage, and she can’t lose the title by count-out.”

As the ref approached the count of seven, Ember growled as the realization hit her. She rolled out and collected her opponent. Mickie stumbled to her feet, turning just in time to catch another Total Eclipse. Ember pinned her without even a twitch from Mickie. She wobbled to her feet, flinching as the ref raised her hand. The stage lit up in purple, and Natalya walked out. She watched as the champion came down the ramp and entered the ring.

She didn’t say anything, just walked up to stand toe-to-toe with Ember. And then, with a bright smile on her face, she raised the title above them both. Point made, she turned on her heel and left the way she came.

***

All the audience could see was the darkness. A few offered up their flashlights, but when the silence took over, those snuffed out. Dr. M appeared on the screen, standing in a long dark hallway that looked like it belonged to an abandoned hospital.

“The first dose has been given,” he said. “The first antidote issued. My associate and I have what we want, and we’re not going to let a few parasites get their hands on our titles.” He flipped his tag title belt over his shoulder and smiled at it. Then he slowly turned his gaze forward. “Or will we? Because, you have to see, having the cure to what ails the WWE universe is no good unless it’s administered to everyone.” He squinted in thought. “Perhaps there are other goals we need to achieve to ensure the erasure of the widespread disease.”

He grabbed hold of the camera, making the image shake. “But that has not yet come to pass. Plans are still incubating. Tonight… no. Tonight is about sending the message. It’s making sure that the universe knows that its rescue is at hand. The rescue from the viruses and the human pestilence that is the Raw tag team division as it stands.” He stepped back. “Don’t worry. Doctor M is here to help.”

***

Backstage, Elias was tuning his guitar. Once he had it adjusted the way he liked it, he began to strum and hum along. Just as he was about to sing, a thumping beat came down the hallway. A man in a brightly colored shirt danced by with a speaker box playing No Way Jose’s music, followed by a long line of people who filled the space. Jose danced into the center of them, twirling one woman around, and then grabbing Elias’s hand to twirl him.

“Can you not-“ Elias growled and snatched his hand away. “Can you not do this right here?” He shouted over the music. Jose motioned that he couldn’t hear him. “Are you… are you headed to the ring? The ring!” It took several hand motions, but Elias finally got his question across. “Good. I’m going to meet you there!”

Jose smiled and motioned for his dance party to follow him, leaving the hall much quieter.

Elias sneered and shouldered his guitar. “Yeah, I’ll meet you in the ring.”

***

A few minutes later, Elias was illuminated in the center of the ring. “I had to rush to get here before the dancing hooligans, but I should have enough time to make sure that you know that WWE stands for?” He waited for the response. “Good. You’ve got it. Now let’s see if I can…” He strummed and was able to get into the same tune as before. But like earlier, as he was inhaling to sing along, Jose’s music interrupted. He stood and angrily shed his scarves, microphone, and guitar.

Before the bell had barely rung, Elias was attacking. But Jose knew what he had been doing, and saw it coming. With a relaxed dodge, Elias’s shoulder collided with the ring post. Jose pulled him back into the ring and tried for a pin, almost succeeding. From there, Jose took great pleasure in pushing Elias’s buttons. Even if the retaliation was painful and exhausting. He was talented in distracting hip curls, and in interrupting any attempted moves from his opponent. At his cue, the dancers that had stayed, danced a lap around the ring chanting “walk with Elias” very much off-key. It set Elias’s hackles on edge, making Jose laugh.

Turning his back on an irate Drifter was a mistake. A high knee laid Jose out flat. Elias took to the skies and finished him off with an elbow drop. When that wasn’t enough, Elias growled, “dance away from this,” and spun Jose up for powerbomb after powerbomb. Finally, Elias went for a pin, satisfied when the ref made it to three. He rolled out to retrieve his guitar.

No Way Jose stumbled to his feet. He was too busy rubbing the headache out of his temples to notice the frantic motions from his fellow dancers. Jose was oblivious to Elias raising his guitar behind him. It shattered on his back. Elias slung the remnants over his shoulder and nodded before leaving the ring.

***

In the next round for the women’s tag teams, Rhonda shadowboxed in the ring, waiting for her partner. Dana Brooke made her entrance. The women shook hands in the ring. “Thanks for… being willing to be my partner in this,” Rhonda said.

“Thanks for even thinking of me. Even if I was the last one available. You could have stayed out of the tournament, but you didn’t. And now we’re both here.”

They stood shoulder to shoulder as the Riott Squad took the stage. “No, no, no, no, NO!” Ruby twisted the mic on her hand. “Rhonda, Rhonda, Rhonda. You just can’t seem to play by the rules, can you? You swaggered into the WWE with your big name and doors just flung open for you.” She cackled. “You may have been great in your fighting world, but in this one, you have to earn your spot. And not by cutting corners. And Dana,” she cocked her head as she descended down the ramp, Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan on her heels, “you should know better. And I think, that of every woman on the roster, you would know fake, self-serving, inevitable back-stabbing power when you see it.”

Rhonda cut Dana off from rushing forward. She noted how the other two women had circled the ring, flanking them. Sarah and Liv stepped up onto the apron, harsh grins on their faces.

“And now,” Ruby finished, “we are going to make sure you pay. Both of you.” She strolled over to the bell booth and rang in the match herself.

It didn’t last long. The Riott Squad women were good what they did. If Rhonda was in the ring, they quick tagged and evaded her hits, keeping her frustrated. If Dana was in, well, they knew her buttons too. Whispering ghosts from her time working with Charlotte Flair. It wore on her more than the punches. And when it became too much, Rhonda was too busy chasing Liv for the tag. Sarah pinned Dana, then escaped up the ramp with her team.

“Lesson learned, Rhonda,” Ruby shouted back.

***

The number one contender’s match for the Raw tag titles was between the Revival and the team of Bobby Roode and Chad Gable. It was a heck of a match, keeping everyone on the edge of their seats. When Dash finally pinned Chad, even Dasha Fuentes had to applaud. The losers, and runner-ups by agreement, left the ring so the ref could raise the hands of the victors. The continued to celebrate even after he left.

Then the lights went out.

When they came back on, and only halfway, both Dash and Scott were knocked out in the ring. In either corner, the shadows turned out to be Dr. M and Braun Strowman. Again, the lights went out. When they came back on, fully this time, the Revival was still asleep on the mat, but Dr. M and Braun were gone.

***

The main event was what you had set up last week. Seth Rollins came out to the ring and grabbed a mic. “Over the past several weeks, there have been a great many… insinuations that I am not worthy to be Intercontinental Champion.” He shrugged. “I would have to disagree, but you guys deserve more than just words or a flashy appearance. So, tonight, right here and right now, I am issuing an open challenge. But not just any open challenge,” he grinned, “it’s going to be a gauntlet open challenge.”

Proud of himself, he beamed at the crowd, basking in the response they gave him. “Back there are five of some of the best wrestlers WWE has to offer. And not one of them is going home tonight with this title.” He returned the mic and handed the title to the referee while Jojo announced the match.

The first to come out was Baron Corbin. Most of their match ended up outside the ring. Between Baron’s quick recoveries around the posts, and Seth’s over-the ropes high flying, their part of the match could have gone either way. But Seth’s curb-stomp could knock out a dragon. He hurried to his feet after the pin, ready for the next opponent.

Dolph Ziggler came out next, proud and swaggering and taking his time to circle the ring before ascending the stairs. Both men glared at the other. Immediately, Dolph tried to catch Seth in a headlock, succeeding enough to toss the champion to the canvas. The goal was to keep him off his feet, and he did so with repeated kicks to his stomach and by targeting the areas already hurt by Baron. Still, Seth came back and gave worse to Dolph than what he had received. There may have been a slight hold on Dolph’s tights for the roll-up.

Having lost, Dolph begrudgingly left the ring. He paused at the bottom of the ramp as Drew McIntyre entered next. They sneered at each other, merely inches apart on the wide ramp, before going their separate ways. Again, the match was more likely to be outside the ring than in. Drew used the ring posts, the stairs, and his height advantage against Seth. And the injuries were beginning to add up. So Seth switched the game from defense to dodgeball. Every time that Drew tried to run Seth into something, it was reversed, and he ended up hitting the target. One such crash into the ring post was enough to keep Drew from kicking out, giving Seth a much-needed break.

Seth was still kneeling, facing where Drew had rolled out of the ring, when Dean’s music hit. He sighed with a smile, turning to watch his brother in arms come down the ramp. They shared a quick handshake. Then Dean used every trick he knew would either exhaust Seth or tick him off. And there was a lot to work with, considering their history.

Finn Balor’s entrance took over the stage. As suddenly as it came, the music stopped. Seth froze, keeping an eye out for a trick, giving Dean the break he needed to try for a roll-up. He was unsuccessful, but only just.

“Mind games!” Corey shouted.

Several long minutes later, Dean was pinned, though he kicked out at three and a quarter. Panting, they laughed. Dean rolled out of the ring, shaking his head. He motioned to Seth “so close.” His brother mouthed back, “you wish.”

Dean was long gone by the time Finn’s entrance started again. When he didn’t immediately enter from the front, Seth spun around just in time to receive a sling blade. He had already fought four of the best, and the fifth one was proving to be more than he could handle. It was taking longer and longer for him to get to his feet. And his slow reaction time didn’t save him from a number of hits. Finn went for a pin. At the last half-second, he pulled Seth up from the mat. With a soft pat to the side of Seth’s face, he slid out of the ring. The ref counted to ten while Seth rolled to his stomach, waiting for him to finish the job.

“Why would I beat you tonight, Seth? When I beat you, I want it at Clash of Champions, not on Monday Night Rollins.”

***

Backstage, Drew was nursing his wounds, physical and to his pride. Dolph’s arrival did nothing to better his mood. “What do you want? You’ve got nothing to brag about. Seth beat you.”

“You didn’t do much better.” Dolph took a deep breath and calmed his speech. “That’s why we need to combine forces again. We were so much stronger-“

“No, you were stronger.” Drew towered over him as he stood. “I was held back. Go after your own goals, Dolph, and stay out of the way of mine.”

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Family Found Part 30: Challenge Accepted

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Some of the last pieces for Clash of Champions are put into place. The Reader wants Dean to help her out with a little experiment she’s running.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 2080

Total Word Count So Far: 89,730

Note: Or as I like to call this chapter, ‘poke the title week’! I do it way too much in this chapter, but I feel like it’s the best way to rile someone up. Who doesn’t dislike getting poked? And I have a total count for the chapters! There’s going to be 50, so we’re over half-way through! If you’ve been enjoying the series, please let me know with a comment or a message sent to my inbox. I’d greatly appreciate knowing your favorite bits. Have fun reading this chapter too!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 29: A Dangerous Road

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Monday Night Raw – December 3, 2018

Balor Club welcomed their leader as he made his way to the ring. Finn made sure to lean deep on the ropes, showing off his red and gold championship. Then he stepped through the ropes and accepted a mic.

“Last week was… interrestin’.” He started. “And Seth, I bet you have to agree. So why don’t you get out here so we can talk about it?” Waiting patiently, he smiled as the crowd cheered ‘burn it down’ and may have joined them. Just a little bit.

Seth strutted into the ring with a smile. “What’s there to talk about, Finn? We were doing what we do best, fighting to be the best man, and then our, uh,” he rubbed the back of his head, “our partners decided to flip the play.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Finn said. “They tried us, then we continued to do what we do best, and be the workhorses of this company. The best men. The ones worthy of the gold we carry. ”

Smirking, Seth had to agree. “We did good. Heaven forbid we ever get the tag titles in our sights. Or, sorry Balor, hell forbid.” But he shook his head. “Don’t let last week go to your head. We may be friends, but come Clash of Champions, we will be opponents.”

“I wouldn’ want it any other way.”

They both paused, looking each other over. Somewhere, someone tried to start a ‘hug it out’ chant, but it didn’t have the chance to run as Finn raised his microphone to his lips.

“I would have beaten you.”

Seth shook his head. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“It’s not my sleep you should be worried about.” Finn circled him. “I have a feelin’ I’m not the one tossin’ and turnin’ because of how close some of those counts got. You may be the Intercontinental Champ ‘round here,” he stopped. Seth turned around to face him, flinching as Finn tapped the title on his shoulder, “but I’m the Universal Champ. The people’s champion. And I bet t’at just eats you up inside. Knowin’ I am more worthy of this title than you will ever be. T’at’s what I wanted to tell you. See ya at Clash of Champions.”

He nodded on last time, then stepped through the ropes, leaving Seth behind and not turning his back until he was up the ramp.

***

The next round of the women’s tag team tournament was the first official match of the night. Mickie and Alicia came out to the ring, ready to throw down and win their spot at Clash of Champions. Alexa Bliss came with them, dressed in a sharp suit to be their ring-side accompaniment. Bayley came out next. She laughed to see Alicia already mocking Rhonda’s punch-n’-bounce. But Rhonda Rousey music didn’t hit. Sasha Banks’s did.

“What!” Corey shouted. “How can Bayley trust her? After all the times Sasha has stabbed her in the back.”

Renee took over while he sputtered. “Maybe that’s why this could work. Bayley isn’t going to give second chances, and Sasha’s not going to be preoccupied with coming up with a back-stabbing plan. No plotting or looking over their shoulders. Just the goal at hand.” She hummed. “It might just work.”

They continued to debate the ability of Bayley and Sasha as their opponents did everything they could to break them apart. But the trio was so focused on distracting them, that they were distracted themselves. The friend-hate duo played into every trick, but in such a way that drained Alicia and Mickie. By the time the women realized it, Bayley had flipped Mickie out of the way with a Bayley to Belly, and Sasha had Alicia locked in a Bank Statement. Alexa couldn’t get into the ring in time to keep her from tapping.

Standing on either side of the ref while he raised their hands, they gave each other guarded smiles. The plan had worked… this time.

***

Backstage, Seth spoke to a techie, who pointed further down the hallway. “Thanks. Ambrose!” He quickened his steps to catch up to Dean. “Hey, man, do you know where your cousin is? She wasn’t in her office and I need to ask a favor.”

Dean finished off taping his hands. “She was coming back from a situation in catering.” He smirked. “Finn got under your skin again, didn’t he?”

“No.” Seth fiddled with his wrist straps. “Fine. Maybe. But I’m just as deserving of the Universal as he is and just as much of a people’s choice.”

“Alright, alright!” Dean held his hands up in defense, chuckling when Seth’s shoulders deflated.

“Sorry.” He looked Dean up and down. “What are your plans for Clash of Champions?”

He ran his tongue over his lips and tilted his head. “Dunno. Might just sit back and watch this one. Maybe I’ll text Renee notes on her commentary. Maybe… I’ll pay you and Finn a visit during your match. Haven’t held the Universal yet… and I’d love to have my Intercontinental back.”

Seth stepped back from Dean’s fingers ready to tap at the belt. “Don’t you dare,” he said with a grin. “We’d both kick your ass.”

“Ha, assuming I wouldn’t kick both of yours.” He shook his head. “But weren’t you looking for the other Ambrose?” He punched at Seth’s unoccupied shoulder, then twisted away, leaving Seth to once again stand alone.

***

As the runners-up for the guy’s tag team number one contenders, the B-Team had challenged the Revival. They wanted to prove that they could win on their own, and then take care of any distractions that might come up. The Revival was more than happy to answer the call, and they kept the B-Team on their toes. The longer the match went on, the more the Revival noticed something. If Curtis was in the ring, Bo was reaching for a tag. He was watching the ramp and the back of the ring. And vise versa.

Neither was paying much attention to their present opponents.

It cost them the match. Dash and Wilder rolled their victims out of the ring so they could have their arms raised in an empty ring.

***

Charly Caruso rounded a corner and almost bumped into her next interviewee. “Braun, sorry. Um, could you tell us why you’ve joined up with the man we used to know as Bray Wyatt? You’ve been a dominant figure here on Monday Night Raw. What do you gain by teaming up with Dr. M?” She held up her microphone, patiently waiting while he thought over his answer.

He gently took the mic from her so she didn’t have to reach. “For the past several months, my goals have been just out of my reach.” He crossed his arms, one giant elbow wrapped in a black bandage. “My best, my rage, it hasn’t been enough. Even though it got me so close. Now I’m a tag team champion.”

Charly nodded and moved to take her mic, but he held it up out of reach. She motioned for him to continue.

“Bray or Dr. M, he’s… healed whatever problems I’ve had focusing on how to get what I want. I’ve got another goal in mind. And I know he’s going to help me get that one to. In time.” He finally returned Charly’s equipment, then continued on his way.

***

“You want this.” Natalya watched herself on the Titontron standing toe to toe with Nia from last week.  “And you know what, I want to see you try. Next week. I’ll see you there, and I’ll see you fail.”  The video ended and Natalya focused her attention to the stage. “Well, Nia. I’m here. You want this?” She nudged her shoulder, raising the title. “Then come out here and get it.”

A minute later, Nia did just that. When the bell rang, they circled each other. They both froze as Ember Moon’s music sounded, and she walked out onto the stage. She made a show of walking just to the top of the ramp, then turning back towards the announce table and joining them. “Hey Corey, Cole, Renee. Thought I’d drop in and give my input on this match, if that’s alright?”

In the ring, the women went back to fighting each other. Nia had a height and strength advantage, but Natalya had the champion’s advantage. She dodged most of Nia’s attacks. And she rolled out of the ring, making the other woman fume and rage.

“Are you worried about this match at all,” Corey asked. “Nia’s got this opportunity because she and Tamina beat you and Dana last week.”

“Nope. Not one bit. “I may not have made it into the tag title match at Clash of Champions, but I am still going to have a title before the year is out. I don’t care if I have to beat Nia or Natalya for it.”

Natalya moved out of the way at the last second, making Nia run into a set of steel steps. She rolled back in the ring and motioned for the ref to count. By nine and a half, Nia was just getting to her feet. He made it to ten before she could reach for the ropes. They glared at each other as Natalya accepted her title from the ref.

As Nia went up the ramp to leave the arena, Ember passed by and gave her a little wave and a smile. Ember joined Natalya at the ropes, the champion not giving her the room to even enter the ring. No matter. She shrugged and lightly ran her fingers down the red and white belt.

“Clash of Champions. I’ll see you there.” Then she hopped off the apron and left with her head held high.

***

Dean bounced into your office and waited a second for you to finish an email. “Did Seth find you?”

“Yes he did, and I was able to help.” You shrugged. “And Jose found you, so I could talk to you too.”

He smiled, then clapped his hands so he could rub them together. “Who you got for me this week, Ladybug?”

“Well… are you okay with being a guinea pig?”

He stepped back and squinted at you, unsure. “Sure.”

“Great. You have a match with Drew McIntyre tonight.” Before your sentence was finished, Dean had cocked his head and leaned towards you.

“What’s the catch?”

With a deep breath, you bit back a grin. “I want you to push his buttons. Can you do that?”

Dean grinned for you. “Hell yeah, I can.”

“Win, and there’ll be a surprise for you next week.” You giggled as his eyebrows shot up.

“Oh?” He rolled his shoulders back and forth. Wiggling, even though he always said he doesn’t wiggle.  “And what would that be?”

“I can’t tell you, or it wouldn’t be a surprise.” You scoffed, “don’t you trust me?”

“It comes and goes.” You both laughed. Dean patted your shoulder before heading out.

***

He did all that you needed and more. If there was one thing that Ambroses were the best at, it was poking the proverbial bear. Dean just had the fighting skill to back it up. And the forethought to do it when the ref wasn’t looking.

This bothered Drew McIntyre to no end. He tried moving faster, hitting harder. But each time, Dean got right back up and did it all over again like only he could. The ref had to pull the Scottish Psychopath away from the ropes where Dean had dodged out. Behind his back and right into Drew’s glare, Dean smirked.

“Not all that without Dolph doing the dirty work for ya, huh?” He rolled completely out of the ring before Drew could swing a punch. He ran as he was chased and slid back into the ring. Drew tried to follow, but Dean left again, circling the other way, much to the amusement of the crowd. But Drew didn’t take the hint and had a chair ready for him as Dean came around the corner.

Before the first hit even landed, the referee was calling for the disqualification and naming Dean the winner of the match. Once the bell had rung, Dean turned on his own dark side and beat Drew down to the mat surrounding the ring.

“How’s that for pushing buttons?” he asked, walking backward away from the ring.

Part 31: Sending a Message

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Family Found Part 29: A Dangerous Road

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Starrcade is a success. On Monday night, some secrets about what happened at Survivor Series come out, making some people doubt the Reader.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, angst

Word Count: 3280

Note: I’m sorry if there are typos, I couldn’t get my fancy proof-program to connect. Now that Survivor Series is done, we’re getting into the more difficult stuff to write. The point of this series is to see if I can keep coming up with enough ideas to last a year. I am officially running out of the original ideas. Please let me know what you guys have liked so far. Also, due to storyline differences, Braun isn’t injured in mine. Part of me thinks he’s injured because he’s taking his vacation time. Should I write him out for that time, or keep him in? Any and all feedback super appreciated. Thank you, and enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 28: Not a Total Loss

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Starrcade – November 24, 2018 – Cincinnati, OH

The big eight-women tag match started the Raw matches for Starrcade. Ruby Riott sneered at the other team from between Tamina and Mickie James. On the other side, Nia Jax, Rhonda Rousey, and Ember Moon glared back. The last two members of the teams, Sasha Banks and Bayley, kept a level gaze with each other. Something Natalya noticed from her seat on commentary.

“That Sasha-Bayley glare is going to lead to something either disastrous or something great!”

Nia and Tamina started off. Their moves made the ring shiver, and their teammate’s legs to wobble on the apron. Ruby tagged herself in and did a decent job keeping Nia off her feet. Rhonda tagged herself in, sending Ruby running back toward the ropes so the ref had to make her back off. Thwarted, she turned to Ruby’s corner and knocked everybody off the apron. Sasha was gone before she got there, running along the apron and dropping to the floor with Ruby’s neck in her hands, making it bounce between the ropes.

“Told you!” Natalya shouted, slightly disappointed that the rest of Sasha’s team didn’t notice.

Bayley ran around and checked to make sure nobody did, taking out Mickie on the way by and starting a series of conflicts on the floor. The rotation continued inside the ring, keeping the ref’s head on a swivel. Ember tagged in from Bayley, and caught Mickie in Total Eclipse, ending the match. Sasha shot one more look at Bayley, who nodded back.

***

Curtis Axel and Bo Dallas bounced around in the ring, hyping up the crowd until Titus and Apollo Crews came in. When their match began, it was pretty even. Titus and Bo started it off with a quick series of hits and moves. Curtis had a hard time keeping up with Apollo’s acrobatics, but he took him to the mat for an almost pin with his strength.

In the corner, Titus disappeared from sight, which was incredible considering his height. When Apollo and a camera were able to circle around the ring post, they found his tag partner on the ground with Braun Strowman sitting on his chest and raining blow after blow into his chest. The ref called for the disqualification, making Titus and Apollo the number one contenders for the Raw tag titles.

“How are they supposed to fight their best after such a beat down?” Michael Cole wondered.

Corey Graves sighed. “I think that was the point, Cole.”

***

The dark arena was illuminated by several beams of light onto a single spot. “Hello, I am Elias.” He strummed, playing out a cheerful ditty. He paused and looked around. “You know, I should have lowered my expectations for Cincinnati. Even still, they would never have been low enough for this crummy town. I mean, what do you expect from the birthplace of a guy like Dean Ambrose?” He chuckled and went to play again, but Baron’s music interrupted.

“We don’t have time for this, Elias. Not that anyone actually wanted to hear you play.” Baron strutted down the ramp.

“Nobody really wants to see you wrestle either, but here we are,” Elias shot back. He grinned wide and ‘welcomed’ Baron into the ring. His momentary tag partner growled on his way through the ropes.

Seth and Dean entered next, the white and gold belt on the shoulder furthest from Dean. He tapped it, looking pointedly at the two men in the ring. Dean tightened his wrist tape.

They all fought hard, each barely giving the other an inch. Dean almost had Baron in a Dirty Deeds, but Elias swooped in and helped spin him out of it. Seth rushed in with a quick tag, only to catch a jumping knee from the Drifter, dropping to the canvas like a stone. The referee was able to usher their opponents out of the ring while Dean rolled Seth back to the corner so he could claim the tag. He had to fight both of them while Seth recovered. Just in time, they traded spots so Seth could Curb Stomp Baron.

Individually, the losers made their way back up the ramp while Dean and Seth mocked them from the ropes.

***

“The following match is for the Universal Championship!”

Finn held up his title, standing still even though the referee held an arm up to keep him from moving forward. Drew McIntyre was still too. Jojo left the ring quickly, rushing to her seat safe and far away from the ring long before the bell rang. It was for the best because it was still ringing when they engaged.

From every hit and bounce of Finn across the ring, it looked like Drew was going to take the night and the title. He was quicker than Finn. Three steps ahead. Studied in Finn’s patterns. Every which way that Finn turned, Drew was there with a strong fist or a Scottish boot that never quite made a full impact.

Renee pressed her headphones tighter onto her ears, listening intently to the ring mics. “Can… can you guys hear that?” The announce table got quiet. “Is… is Finn-“

“It sounds like he’s growling.” Corey gulped.

Drew tossed the champion across the ring again towards the ropes. Instead of bouncing off of them like usual, Finn caught the top ropes and froze. His back muscles rippled like he was still in a fight, though he wasn’t moving. When he turned, Drew involuntarily took a step back. Balor had the reigns. And he took vengeance on being toyed with by taking his turn to throw Drew around the ring. He finished with a sharp Coup de Grace and a flex that eased away into Finn’s exhausted, but proud, smile.

***

***

Monday Night Raw – November 26, 2018

When the show began, you and Stephanie McMahon were standing in the ring. There was a small, tall, round table between you, and the Raw women’s division on either side. With a deep breath to calm your nerves, you ignored Stephanie’s hard ‘impress me’ face and dove right into what you had to say.

“Twenty-eighteen has been a monumental year for the women’s division. Most recently there was the all-women pay-per-view Evolution, which was a fantastic hit. In my short time as general manager, I have been able to see the talent of each and every woman in this ring, and that of the talent on Smackdown, right in front of me. And each week it astounds me. But I can’t help think something has been missing.”

Around the ring, the women nodded in agreement.

“Last week I made the announcement that a new title would come into play for this division. Tag team titles. Tonight, Stephanie McMahon and I have the privilege of reveling those titles to you,” you said, looking around the ring, “and to you, the WWE universe.” The crowd cheered, making you beam as you took the half step to the table. With a nod, you and Stephanie each tugged at one layer of fabric, pulling it back to reveal the new Raw women’s tag team titles.

The gold accents glittered under the lights. Breathtaking. “But I’m not done. Tonight, we will have the first match in a tournament to determine the first tag team champions. And that first match will start-“

“In just a moment, I’m sure.” Ruby Riott stepped out of the line, flanked by Liv and Sarah. “I can’t deny that we have made waves this year, but I have to say we have not made the progress we should have. These titles are coming to the Riott Squad first because no one else in this ring deserves them. We will hold them, defend them, and prove that our Riott against what the women’s division is justified. The women’s division is weak. A bunch of sniveling little girls who whine when they don’t get chances. Who aren’t willing to fight with every ounce of what they have to achieve a goal. Or if they do, it isn’t enough.”

Stephanie shot you a look. Control this. You nodded back. “That is a fantastic plan. And you will have your chance.” The Riott Squad sneered in delight. “But not tonight.” Their faces dropped. “Perhaps another week. In the meantime, would you please get out of the ring?”

***

In one corner, Ember and Dana Brook whispered to each other, planning how they were going to win the match. On the other side, Nia and Tamina shared a look. They may have been on opposite sides at Starrcade, but why divide the two most powerful women on the roster? They proved that power by tossing each woman from one side of the ring to the other. Ember and Dana each had a good moment, taking the taller women out at the knees and then following up with another hit that made it possible to try for a pin. It was few and far between, but they were good attempts. Attempts that were like irritating bee stings to Nia and Tamina.

They took their vengeance by thwarting both Ember and Dana’s finishers and rerouting the energy into their own devastating moves. Tamina pinned Dana while Nia had Ember by the hair on the outside. The steel stairs fell apart as Nia send Ember through them. She grabbed a mic while Tamina rolled Dana out of the ring.

“This. This is what the women’s division is. It’s power. It’s a fight. We,” she motioned between them, “are the women’s division. Those tag titles are going to be ours, make no mistake. But my ambition doesn’t stop there. Natalya, get out here. I know you want to finish what Ember started, but I’ve taken care of her. You know what I want.”

Natalya came out to the stage, her title over her shoulder and an over-bright smile on her face. “Yes, sweetie? I think I do know what you want. You want this.” She tapped the belt. After a moment’s thought, she nodded. “And you know what, I want to see you try. Next week. I’ll see you there, and I’ll see you fail.” She dropped the mic and held the title high, walking backward until she was backstage.

***

Back in your office, Stephanie was proudly looking at the women’s tag titles sitting on their pedestal. “I have to admit, despite the fiasco at Survivor Series, I’m looking forward to your future time as general manager here. These are a great idea.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Ah-“

“Stephanie.”

She smiled. “I may have been… irritated with you last week, but there’s still no need to be so formal. Keep up the good work.” She didn’t wait for a reply before leaving. You had about two seconds to breathe, then Dolph Ziggler invaded the space.

“You need to have a serious talk with your monster,” he spat.

Oh dear. “What are you talking about?”

He grit his teeth, glaring at Braun as he came into your office too. “I circled back to the security at Survivor Series. I know who attacked me. Originally I thought it was Sheamus or his teammate, Cesaro. But that’s not what the camera showed. Instead, it was a great big Strowman fist that bounced off the back of my head. It’s amazing I didn’t end up with a concussion.” He rubbed the back of his head for emphasis. “He needs to be controlled-“

“I asked him to do it.”

Dolph and Braun froze. You stood, calm and collected, and met Dolph’s eye. He blinked in surprise. “You… you what? Why?”

“I asked Braun to keep you from the match for two reasons. One. It was a match that didn’t need to happen in the first place, but you went ahead with it despite my direct order not to. I can’t have that kind of insubordination on my roster.”

Dolph sputtered and growled. Braun moved to step between you, but you raised your hand.

“Two. It was an excuse for the trainers to finally check you out. They had noticed that you had been favoring your knee in matches, and then came to me when you kept ‘missing’ your appointments.” Now Dolph looked sheepish, but you ignored that and continued. “No matter. Everything worked out. I won my own battle. You got the rest you so desperately needed. And, you have been cleared to compete again. Congratulations.”

He was at a loss for words. You could almost physically see the wheels turning in his head as he turned on his heel and left your office.

Braun waited until he was gone before gently tapping your shoulder. “This isn’t going to become a habit, right?”

You shook your head. “As long as people don’t keep secrets from me, I won’t keep anyone from them.” He didn’t seem to believe you, so you pressed. “What are you worried about? If I ever need to ‘take you out,’ I’d have to call over to Smackdown for Big Show. And that probably wouldn’t even work. All former matches considered. But we’ve been working well together. So, I don’t see any foreseeable problems. Do you?”

“No,” he rumbled.  

“Good.” You gave him a curt nod. “Now, good luck with your match tonight.” It took no small amount of focus to keep your tone and expression calm while Braun thought over the underhanded threat. When he left, you finally let out the breath you’d been holding.

***

Titus and Apollo didn’t hold up much better against Dr. M and Braun than they did on Saturday. This time, Dr. M was in the ring the most, trying out new tricks and laughing as the old ones continued to be useful. He was fully engaged in the match and enjoying himself. On the other hand, Braun seemed distant. Going through the motions was still more than Titus World Wide could handle, but it nearly caught him in a pin more than once. It was beginning to grate on Dr. M that Braun kept tagging himself out.

“Braun!” Dr. M called. “Focus on the healing at hand.” He held out his palm, calling him in to engage. On the canvas, Apollo was crawling back to his corner, where Titus was struggling to climb back onto the apron. The doctor crowed with triumph as Braun accepted the tag. He continued to grin with pride as Braun finished the match. They were champions for another week. Dr. M turned from the carnage in the ring. Now, he could focus on the original plan.

***

The pen in your hand clicked shut just as Dean walked in. You smiled brightly, letting it dim only a little when he didn’t smile back. “I can see already that you don’t approve.”

“You’re a smart woman, Y/N. I figured you knew on Saturday or before that I wouldn’t approve. Look, Dolph isn’t my favorite person, but calling a hit on him? That’s… that’s not what I was expecting from you.”

Another techie handed you a clipboard to sign. “It’s not what a lot of people expected of me. I didn’t expect it of me. But as Survivor Series came rolling up, I saw how much it mean to Stephanie and to you guys, then Dolph made that match… I couldn’t let it happen. There was already too much hanging in the balance. My control over my personal life was something I needed to handle myself.”

Dean fiddled with the hem of his sweatshirt sleeves. “You’re headed down a dangerous road.”

“No, I’m not. I know what I’m doing. I’ve established that I’m willing to do anything for Monday Night Raw, and I’m going to hang onto that power.” With a sigh, you waved another clipboard away. “But I didn’t call you in here to get scolded. You’ve got a match tonight. But… what kind of a match do you need? Easy? Ambrose versus the world? Or-”

“Give me the worst odds, or at least some bad ones,” he said, giving you the slightest grin.

“I figured. Then, head to the ring. And have fun.”

He was almost gone when he turned back. “We’re not through with this discussion, young lady.”

You giggled. “Yes, sir, Deano, sir!”  As he left, you had to agree; this was far from over.

***

The match you made for Dean was a three-on-one handicap match.

Jinder Mahal had Sunil start the match, and then when Dean tired him out, sent in Samir. Only after they were both too exhausted and at risk of not being able to kick out, then and only then did Jinder tag in. By then, Dean was starting to move a little slower. Something the Maharaja had been counting on. He successfully sling-shot Dean around the ring into the ropes and turnbuckles.

But pride is not power.

The crowd’s cheers helped Dean get to his feet, despite being in a chokehold in the center of the ring. Jinder looked to his corner as he began bouncing back and forth on the ropes, powering up to something. The Singh brothers were still splayed out on the ringside floor. By the time Jinder turned around, Dean was there with a kick to the stomach and a satisfying Dirty Deeds.

When it came to Dean, the odds rarely ever mattered.

***

Seth strolled through the hallways around Gorilla, smiling when he found who he was looking for. “Hey, I’ve got a proposition for you.”

Barely looking up from his phone, Finn chuckled. “Oh. And what would that be?”

“A match tonight. But, with a little extra.” He smirked when Finn put his phone away, obviously interested. “You pick a teammate, and I’ll pick someone. That way it’ll be a different match that Clash of Champions. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Deal. Then… I’ll meet you in the ring. If you can find anyone so late notice.”

Finn rolled his eyes. “I could say the same to you.” He watched him leave, then went in a different direction to finds someone to tag with.

***

Both men found teammates that they knew would the other pause. Mojo Rawley entered with Seth, and Elias entered with Finn. The demon king and the drifter sang for a little bit, even though one was royally off-key. The discordance continued into the match. Each time Finn was in the ring, and Mojo wanted to tag out, Seth refused to tag in. The way around with Elias. For the majority of the match, the last-minute additions were the ones doing all the work. And they noticed. And they didn’t like it.

Seth tried to tag out as Finn was forced into the ring. Instead of accepting the tag or dropping to the floor, Mojo sucker-punched his partner. “Pin him,” he shouted at Finn. The Irishman shook his head, backing away into his corner. Soon he was face-down on the canvas too. Across the ring, Mojo and Elias shared a look. They eased their way through the ropes, eyeing one another with distrust as they crossed to beat up the other’s teammate. Both went for a pin. Seth and Finn kicked out, sharing a look as they huffed and puffed.

The match was done. Everybody knew it. So, Elias and Mojo left the ring. Before they could make it far, Seth and Finn took turns sailing over the ropes and landing on them. Two, three times Mojo and Elias were able to stagger to their feet. Three times, the champions sent them back to the floor. When they didn’t rise a fourth time, Seth and Finn accepted their titles from the ref. They leaned against the ropes and laughed, knocking their titles together in a toast.

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Family Found Part 27: Powerhouses

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The captains are decided for the Raw teams through a new system that the reader designed. One more challenge is issued for Survivor Series that puts the reader’s personal feelings on the line.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, angst

Word Count: 2120

Note: The last pieces are in place for Survivor Series. And for the record, I had determined my version of the Smackdown women’s team almost two months ago. It made me giddy that I was so close, give or take Naomi since I’ve got her in a different match. Please let me know how you are liking the series. The tag list is open, all of them in fact, and so are my requests. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 26: Missing

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Monday Night Raw – November 12, 2018

You walked out to the ring, smiling and bobbing your head along with your music. It took a minute to compose your self as you kept laughing. “So… Tuesday night was fun.” You giggled again. “I certainly learned a few things about how the blue brand runs a bit differently than we do. A lot of things learned, nothing lost. All in all, a profitable evening.”

It was impossible not to smile, even though you tried to descend into full manager mode. “Yet, the show must go on. Tonight is the last night before Summer Slam-“ The crowd laughed and you dropped your head with a sigh. “I just knew I was going to do that at least once. Now I do have to say the thing.” You took a deep breath. “Survivor Series is the one time of the year where Raw and Smackdown superstars go head to head.”

The Titantron lit up with the video of the Raw teammates. “On the guy’s team for Raw, there is Drew McIntyre, Elias, Bobby Roode, Dean Ambrose, and Baron Corbin. For the women’s team, Ember Moon, Nia Jax, Ruby Riott, Sasha Banks, and replacing Alexa due to injury, Alicia Fox. Would all of the team superstars come out here please?” As they filed down the ramp, you noticed one was missing. “You too, Baron.” He came out a minute later with a scowl.

As soon as they were all in the ring, you took to arranging them in pairs. “To figure out the captains this year, we’re doing something a little different.” You turned back to the crowd. “How many of you watch the Mixed Match Challenge on Facebook on Tuesday nights?” After the response, you nodded your head, impressed. “Cool. The following match is going to be something like that, except anybody can hit anybody. Preferably not your teammate. Well, except to tag them in, because you’ll have to. One team tagging in an opposite gender teammate will not automatically tag in all the others of the same gender. An actual tag will have to be made. The winning pair will be our male and female captains. Does everyone understand this?”

Alicia tentatively raised her hand and whispered you a question.

“No, you cannot change your partner. This match is also a test. A great captain has to be able to take whatever strategies are thrown at them. And they have to be able to work with the team that forms, despite any personal issue between members. So, no one can blame they didn’t make captain because of who ‘they got stuck with.’” Alicia frowned at first, but took a double take at Elias, her partner, and shrugged before sliding up close to him.

The match started soon after you left the ring. Each pairing had been built in a way you hoped would show off everybody’s strengths. Sasha was with Bobby, Ruby with Baron, Nia with Drew, and Ember with Dean. And of course, Alicia with Elias, who was a little unsure what to make of the whole thing.

Issues started off early when Nia and Drew missed getting a corner. Five teams and only four corners. Oops. She was able to keep him calm enough to negotiate sharing a corner with Sasha and Bobby. The guys stayed on opposite ends from each other. And it was amusing to watch how many pairs used rock-paper-scissors to determine who got to fight first. Ruby just took her chance, leaving Baron fuming. Nia, Bobby, Elias, and Dean joined her.

You were impressed. The entire match, there was never a time when there was all guys or all women tagged in at the same time. Baron was unfortunate to be the only guy in the ring one time. For the rest of the match after that, the men aggressively tagged in and out, trying to single out their fellow sex so they too could get tossed through the ropes by the ladies. The crowd was definitely enjoying it. The temporary alliances came out to be great team-building moments. And great tip-of-your-toes thinking when they fell apart.

In the end, Ember’s Total Eclipse took Ruby to the canvas, and everybody else was too exhausted to intercede. Dean bounced into the ring to congratulate her, then froze as she started congratulating him. They were going to be the captains of their teams.

A fact that seemed to hit Dean like a ton of bricks as the ref raised their hands in the air.

***

Tyler Breeze and Fandango waltzed into the view of their camera crew in a blinding display of matching blue sequined officer uniforms and matching aviators.

“Officer ‘Dango, reporting for duty.”

“Officer Breeze, reporting for duty.” They both saluted.

Fandango pointed at the lens. “We heard your challenge, R-Truth and Tye Dillinger. And we accept.”

“Well,” Tyler gently patted his partner’s chest, “I accept the challenge for the match. ‘Dango’s accepted the challenge to be in my corner at Survivor Series.”

“Sling or no sling, we’re going to win a… a win for Raw.”

Tyler dropped his voice. “Dango… you’re not in the match. You’re not cleared to compete.”

He readjusted his glasses and hat and tried again. “Sling or no sling… Breeze is going to win a win for Raw.”

“Close enough,” Tyler muttered. “We’ll see you at Survivor Series, Artie.”

“Artie?” Fandango’s brow scrunched as Tyler pulled out a piece of paper from his front pocket. He spelled out what was written. “R. Tie. I thought his name was Tye?”

Tyler shook his head. “You right, you right. We’ll see you at Survivor Series, R-Tye. No, that doesn’t sound as good.” He scratched his head. “Tye-Truth!”

Fandango nodded. “That was good, officer Breeze. I like it. Tye-Truth.”

“Thanks, Officer Fandango.”

Together they said, “to Survivor Series!” They shook hands and went opposite directions. A second later, Tyler crossed again to follow Fandango.

***

To find out who would face Naomi and Jimmy Uso in the coed match, you picked four superstars who didn’t make it onto the elimination tag team. Bayley and Jose had been attached at the hip since you told them. Tamina and Mojo were less enthusiastic, but both acknowledged each other as a powerhouse with potential.

That power continued into the match where they quickly gained the upper hand. Again, tagging in one wrestler did not automatically tag in the same sex. There were several amusing moments. Like Jose trying to get Tamina to dance. Which she did for a few seconds before blindsiding him. And Bayley attempting to Bayley-to-Belly Mojo, which turned into a regular hug that Mojo couldn’t escape. She was able to trip him up and hold him down for a two-count with that luck. The women were fighting on the outside when Jose deeply rolled up Mojo for the pin. The winning team left quickly, strategizing their match on Sunday before they’d left the arena.

***

“I can’t do it.”

“What?”

Dean ran his fingers through his hair. “I can’t. I’m… it’s your first Survivor Series at all, let alone as GM. Stephanie will… if we lose-“

You held up the file in your hand over his mouth. “Let me worry about any issues that might arise from Raw’s performance, ‘kay? Have some faith in your baby cousin,” you chuckled.  

He pushed the file out of the way, incredibly serious. “I’m not Roman. I’m not the leader Raw needs. That you need, for the team.”

“Yes, you are,” you pushed back. Reaching up, you tapped the side of his head. “Somewhere in here is the brilliant, trash-talking, pep-talk master that got the Shield on a running start. You don’t have to be him. You just have to be you. It’s enough.”

Dean didn’t seem convinced but gave you a small smile before he left your office. Now it felt like the stakes were higher than ever. You just hoped that Dean would be okay, no matter what happened on Sunday.

***

The final round of the tag title tournament was next. The Revival and the Authors of Pain waited for the champions to arrive. They warily looked at one another as the fireflies came out to observe Dr. M and Braun making their entrance, titles over Braun’s shoulders. The teams claimed the center of the ring, staring at the champions as they reached the bottom of the ramp.

A flicker of lights later, Braun and Dr. M were in the center, and the others had been sent to stand ring-side. Braun handed the belts to the ref, and Dr. M motioned for the other teams to come back into the ring.

The bell rang as Rezar and Scott Dawson rolled into the ring and their partners took to the corners. Braun started first. He easily kept the men off their feet. Double choke-hold throws. Flinging one out of the ring and power slamming the other. He took turns tossing each into their corners so their teammates could tag in, then did the same to them.

Dr. M laughed as Drake Maverick watched his charges being demolished. He called to Braun, asking for a tag. Braun kicked Akam out of the ring and power slammed Dash Wilder before following the order. Dr. M entered the ring and picked Dash off the canvas. Scott tried to come to his partner’s aid but got caught by Braun. They were both knocked to the mat at the same time. Dr. M won the pin. Braun held their defended titles overhead. Then they were gone in the blink of an eye.

***

Dolph’s phone camera clattered to life. “I have my own challenge for someone on Smackdown Live.” He grinned. “Sheamus, I want to see you at Survivor Series. We’ve both been in the business for a long while, and it could be argued that we are the best. Isn’t that the point of Survivor Series? To identify the best of both brands?”

He looked away from the camera with a growl. “And there’s a more personal reason why we need to figure which of us is the best man.” Dolph side-eyed. “And I think we both know what that reason is.”

The camera shifted to front view, showing you talking with Seth and Finn Balor. When the camera flicked back, he smirked. Then the picture cut out.

***

Before the end of the show, both Seth and Finn had come to you with an idea. They were champions about to be facing champions. It only made sense that they should face each other tonight as practice. You agreed and set them in the main event.

Each man took great pride in showing off his skills. They had fought many times before, this was just a continuation of that but with an alternate motive. Yes, they wanted to beat each other. But this was also about making each other look good and giving an old friend a boost going into Sunday. Using the same move at the same time always made them smile. They shook hands throughout the match, restarting on a high note in rounds only they were paying attention to.

Finn dropped Seth with a sling-blade. He beamed and was about to climb the ring post for his finisher when Seth pulled him back to the center of the ring. Finn bent in half from a kick to his stomach and then dropped with the curb stomp. He was smiling and shaking his head even before Seth had moved away from the three-count.

Seth went for a mic and tossed on to Finn as soon as he was back on his feet. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Summer Slam should have gone that one time.”

“Are ya still harpin’ on that? You can’t change the past, Seth.”

The Kingslayer shrugged. “Still, if that’s all you got, maybe I’ll challenge you and hold both titles by the end of the year.”

Now Finn was intrigued. “Is t’at so?”

“Yeah.” They came to stand barely a step part.

Finn poked at Seth’s belt on his shoulder. “Anytime, anyplace. Say… Clash of Champions?”

“See you then. Good luck at Survivor Series.”

“Same ta you.”

They shook hands, then tapped their titles together, ending the show.

***

The final results of the Smackdown elimination teams came were full of powerful and talented wrestlers.

On the men’s team: Cesaro, Jey Uso, Rusev, and Andrade with Kofi Kingston as the captain.

For the women’s Team: Asuka, Mandy Rose, Charlotte, Sonya Deville, and Carmella as captain.

And, against your wishes, Sheamus accepted Dolph’s challenge. So, you began to make plans. Plans nobody was going to like, but ones that were necessary, all the same.

Part 28: Not a Total Loss

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Prompt: “I was wondering if I could please request a Seth Rollins smut where you’re broken up and out drinking with the roster and he gets really jealous when he notices how flirty Dolph Ziggler is getting with you. Worried he’ll lose his shot to get back with you, he turns up at your hotel room later that night to remind you how good he is/ win you back. X” – @insearchofsunlight 

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: ANGST, ex problems, drinking, more angst, SMUT

Word Count: 335 (ending 2)

Note: This is an alternate ending of a longer fic. As it sits here, it’s kind of a drabble. Check out the beginning here: Break Each Other’s Hearts Again  

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“How you doin’, baby girl?”

“Fantastic. Don’t stop.”

The hotel bed creaked as Seth dropped you on it. He pinned your wrists above your head and nipped across your chest, all the while thrusting at a leisurely pace. You knew how much he wanted to lose control by how his grip tightened and loosed on your wrists. How his muscles flexed.

“I said don’t stop.” You smirked. “Let go.”

Seth smirked back.

You cried out as he pulled nearly all the way out to then fill you in one breath. Over and over he did this. He had to let go of your writs so he could keep you from getting pushed off the bed. You could barely feel scratch of the cheep sheets on your skin over how his body slotted with yours. How his new grip of your hips was probably going to bruise you. How his breath was coming out in groaning pants.

“Come on, baby, one more,” he pleaded. “Let me feel you.”

His thumb brushed across your clit, making you buck forward. He did it again, harder and continuing to circle it until you came with a desperate scream. Two, three thrusts later he filled you with his cum. Gingerly, Seth pulled out. He couldn’t help but grin to see you leaking because of him again. Then his body finally gave out, and he fell to one side, pulling the sheets over the both of you.

The smug look on his face worried you. It bothered you even more when he rolled over to look at you like he’d won something. “So.”

“So?”

“You’re mine again. Right?”

You sighed and stared at the ceiling. “And what gave you that idea?”

He scoffed. “You came, didn’t you?”

“Is that all I am to you? Someone to get sex from?”

Seth nodded his head while mockingly thinking it over. “Yeah. Isn’t that what I am to you? A little more than friends with benefits. I still want the relationship with you, it’s just-“

You tossed the covers back and left the bed. “I’m clingy and I want more than just someone to booty call. This will come as a shock to you, but I am not your fleshlight.” He tried to follow you, but you evaded his grasp and started cleaning up the room.

“Then what was all this?” He started to catch his clothes you threw at him. “Playing me like you thought I played you?”

“No. A relapse. Falling off the ‘don’t get involved with Seth Rollins’ wagon. A chaser to everything you’ve already done to me.”

He chuckled while pulling up his pants. “How poetic of you. Did your drinks tonight twist your perception of life, or are you just that desperate to think you can survive without me?” He didn’t bother to put on his shirt. “You’re a mess.”

“I believe the word you used earlier was ‘disaster.’ And yeah, I probably am. But I can function without you. I can live without you.”

He smirked. “We’ll see about that. I bet you’ll be begging me to take you back within two weeks.”

“You forget, Rollins, you were the one who showed up my door. Who’s the one who did the begging?” His face fell. It didn’t give you all of the satisfaction you thought it would, but it still felt good. “Now get out.”

The rest of the satisfaction came when you slammed the door in his face.

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Break Each Other’s Hearts Again

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Prompt: “I was wondering if I could please request a Seth Rollins smut where you’re broken up and out drinking with the roster and he gets really jealous when he notices how flirty Dolph Ziggler is getting with you. Worried he’ll lose his shot to get back with you, he turns up at your hotel room later that night to remind you how good he is/ win you back. X” –  @insearchofsunlight

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: ANGST, ex problems, drinking, more angst, SMUT, oral (female receiving), some teasing, fluff

Word Count: 1895 (fluffy ending 1), 2171 (angsty ending 2)

Note: Sorry Dolph fans, but Seth gets the girl tonight. And there’s more experimentation! This fic has an alternate ending which will have a link at the bottom. Tag lists and requests open. Enjoy!

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Though it was loud, Dolph was doing his best to give you a preview of his stand-up routine. He yelled over the thumping of the music. “Of course, I let the fuzzball have it. If it’s not meant for a cat, then why is it a box?”

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because he was mildly amusing, but you laughed with your whole body. By this point, if he offered you a free ticket to see the show, you’d love to be able to hear everything. When you had simmered down to giggles, you finished your drink. “I bet if you used even half of that in the ring, we’d get a black-mail worthy laugh out of Drew.”

He chuckled. “I’ll have to think about that.” Your shoulder brushed together as he scooted closer to you. “That’s about it. Would you like another-“

“No, she wouldn’t.”

You were pulled back against a familiar solid chest. It was Seth. His words were a little slurry, but his mind still seemed agile enough to find more fault than usual with Dolph. You pushed him away. “I can make my own choices, thank you. You were saying-“

“I am well aware of your choice-making abilities. Y/N-“

“And I am aware of yours. Seth.”

Dolph shrugged and patted your arm before leaving for a booth.

Seth groaned. “What can you see in a guy like him? He’s such a-“

“Attentive man. I can understand why you would be confused by that.” You motioned for a refill, but Seth belayed that and took your glass. “How dare-“ You took it back and got the bartender’s attention again.

“Fine,” he growled, “so he takes note of your every whim. Every up and down in your moods. Bet he knows what to say every time too; he’s had plenty of practice coming up with the lines.”

You turned to face him, poking him in the chest. “What would you know about it, Rollins? If anyone’s got the ‘practice’ here, it’s you. You made your choices, and I made mine to leave you. I’m not perfect, but I definitely deserve more than you.”

He snorted. “So I’m a prick and you’re a disaster. There for a while, you liked that I gave you space.” His voice dropped and you barely heard him over the music. “What changed?”

“I don’t know.” You lifted your new drink to your lips. “What changed about me that you stopped looking? Did the feeling of new conquest wear off or did I not give you enough space?” If he was going to be the martyr, you could let him. He’d hurt you enough already. “Goodbye, Seth.” You left the bar and joined Dolph in his booth for better conversation. A conversation that didn’t want to make you curl into a ball and cry with the memory of what had been.

Even still, the more Dolph talked and the more he drank, the more he began to repeat. Like a record skipping back and forth.

“And so the lion became the lamb. Yes, Dolph, you’ve told that one. Would you mind calling me a cab?”

“Do you mind if I ride with you?”

You did, but you shared the cab anyway. He wasn’t on the same floor of the hotel as you, but he still walked you back to your room. Before you could put your key in the lock, his beer breath was warming your neck. The scent of it churned your stomach. Or maybe it was his closeness.

“I enjoyed talking to you tonight.” He leaned against the wall next to your door. “I meant to ask, did Rollins give you too much trouble? I could have a word with him if you’d like.”

Only if I can film how he beats you up afterward. “No, I can handle him.”

“You could handle me too, sweetheart. And that’s an invitation.” He clicked his teeth and shot double finger guns at you. You rolled your eyes and opened your door. He grabbed your wrist before you could leave him outside. “Wait, please. This may be bad timing, but the whole roster knows how much he hurt you. You can’t let him stop you from moving on. Please,” he tilted your head up with the tip of his finger, “let me at least try to help you forget him.”

When you remained silent but didn’t move, he nodded and pressed his lips to yours. It could have been sweet. Instead, he hungrily pressed you against the door and sloppily kissed down your face to your neck. He pinned one of your wrists to the door and wrapped his other arm around your waist. His fingertips grazed over your ass.

No.

It took you a second to succeed in pushing him away. “Go get some sleep, Dolph. You probably won’t remember any of this in the morning.” I hope I can’t. You closed the door in his face, ignoring the muttering you heard from the other side.

After you were ready for bed, and halfway under the covers, there was a knock at your door.

“I’m not inviting you in, Dolph. I’ve had enough jokes for the evening.”

When you opened your door, you gasped. Seth pushed past you and started pacing the room.

“I get it. Dolph pays attention to you. Fine. But I can’t let you go. Not like this.” His face scrunched in disgust. “I can’t stand the thought of him touching you where I’ve held you. Kissing you in the wrong places because he doesn’t know where to kiss you.” His steps faltered and he sighed. “If you guys are going to be a thing, I’ll leave. But please,” he moved quickly to cage you against the wall, “let me have one more chance to show how much I know you. How well I know your body and your sounds.” His fingers traced up under your sleeping shorts. But just barely. “Or tell me to leave, and I’ll leave.”

His chest bumped against yours as it heaved with deep, desperate breaths. Your eyes darted to his lips.

One more night? One more goodbye.

“I don’t know. Maybe I want Dolph to learn me.”

Seth’s eyes flashed. An angry shiver rippled his muscles. “Is that what you want?”

“No.”

Then his lips were on yours. Devouring you. Filling you. Exploring your mouth like it was a missing piece to his life’s mystery. He was apologizing without words. Saying everything his heart wanted to without having to worry about making it come out right. Breathless, he broke away. His eyes gleamed with wanting more… if you were willing to take more.

Your words came out at a whisper. “You’ve hurt me. Many times over.” It was hard to breathe. “But maybe… hurt me one more time?” Why was it so hard to make a decision about him?

He pulled you close and rasped in your ear, “I’m going to show you what you’ll miss without me. What I’ll miss without you.” His hands pulled your hips to grind into his pelvis, making you moan at the harness trapped in his jeans. You continued to moan as his lips descended to your neck, and further down to mouth over your nipples peaking through your thin sleep shirt. Already you were breathless, and you knew he’d barely begun.

Then he sank to his knees, taking your shorts and panties with him on the way down. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder and nipped at your inner thigh. Seth chuckled. “Glad to see somebody’s missed me.” He inhaled your scent deeply. You bucked down towards his face as he gave your clit a chaste kiss.

Not that you wanted to prove him right, but you needed more. “Did you come to tease or actually do something?” Your voice cut off with a clipped scream as he plunged two fingers into your pussy.

Seth knew how to curl his fingers. What speed to pump them in and out of you. When his mouth closed around you, your head fell back. Your fingers curled in his hair. He hummed as you guided him around where you needed him the most. The tiny voice in your heart saying this was a bad idea was overrun by the electric shocks running through your veins. Your blood pounded in your ears. Seth’s humming and sucking quickened the more your walls clamped around his fingers and tongue until he was rushing to catch everything while your legs quaked.

You squeaked as Seth threw your other leg over his shoulder. With a start, you realized he wasn’t going to stop. He lifted you in the air and continued to lap at you. Since you didn’t have to focus on standing, you were able to let go and be louder. Making Seth’s favorite sounds. Whimpering and mewling as he brought you quickly to the brink again. When you were just almost there, he dropped you to his waist. You’d been to blissed out to notice him stepping out of his jeans, but you noticed now that his cock was pressing into you, teasing with your needy state. Seth turned his mouth’s attention to the underside of your neck. He kept you breathing in short bursts, heightening the need to cum. With a growl, you clawed down his back. He got the message and pulled the rest of the way onto his cock.

It only took a few thrusts.

Then you were weakly gripping his biceps and letting your head loll onto his shoulder.

“How you doin’, baby girl?”

“Fantastic. Don’t stop.”

The hotel bed creaked as Seth dropped you on it. He pinned your wrists above your head and nipped across your chest, all the while thrusting at a leisurely pace. You knew how much he wanted to lose control by how his grip tightened and loosed on your wrists. How his muscles flexed.

“I said don’t stop.” You smirked. “Let go.”

Seth smirked back.

You cried out as he pulled nearly all the way out to then fill you in one breath. Over and over he did this. He had to let go of your writs so he could keep you from getting pushed off the bed. You could barely feel scratch of the cheep sheets on your skin over how his body slotted with yours. How his new grip of your hips was probably going to bruise you. How his breath was coming out in groaning pants.

“Come on, baby, one more,” he pleaded. “Let me feel you.”

His thumb brushed across your clit, making you buck forward. He did it again, harder and continuing to circle it until you came with a desperate scream. Two, three thrusts later he filled you with his cum. Gingerly, Seth pulled out. He couldn’t help but grin to see you leaking because of him again. Then his body finally gave out, and he fell to one side, pulling the sheets over the both of you.

You curled into his chest. His hand splayed wide across your back. Despite the uncomfortable way your bodies stuck together, he pulled you closer. Like he never wanted to let you go.

If either of you had anything to say about it, he wasn’t going to let you go any time soon.

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Family Found Part 26: Missing

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Survivor Series creeps closer, but Y/N is trying her best to keep the peace until the night of the PPV. Several parties are focused on making her job miserable and unexpected.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 4060

Note: It’s a fun week! Super short match descriptions because there’s a lot of them and a lot more to get through. Requests and tag lists open as always. Feedback super appreciated when given. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 25: Trick or Treat (Evolution)

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Monday Night Raw – November 5, 2018

You didn’t retaliate on Smackdown for their attempted invasion of Raw. Instead, a week later you were watching the recap of last Tuesday’s show in your office. Carmella and Asuka were to be part of the women’s team, and then Rusev on the men’s. You were just finishing watching Andrade Cien Almas beat the Miz for a team spot when Baron Corbin walked it.

“What, you didn’t watch it live last week?” he mocked. “Startin’ out as a model GM, Y/N.”

With a chuckle, you turned off the video. “I did actually. Then wanted to rewatch it while I set up the matches for tonight. By the end of Raw, both teams will have all their members and then we can start work finding the captain among them.” You sighed as Baron smugly shifted the Intercontinental title on his shoulder. “Did you want something, Baron?”

“Yeah. I know I’ve got a spot against the US Champ, Shinsuke Nakamura at Survivor Series, but I want to be that fightin’ champion everybody kept harping on. Do I have your permission to host an open challenge, oh great general manager of Raw?” He gave you a mock bow.

“Permission granted. Is right now alright with his majesty?”

He growled but nodded. “Now is great. Thanks.”

Baron Corbin leaving your office was turning into your favorite thing.

***

The open challenge was answered faster than Baron could offer it. He smirked at the stage as Seth Rollins answered the call and rushed down to the ring. They were locked in a close assault before the bell rang.

Seth was the first to lose ground. He found himself backed into a corner where Baron could attack his ribs several times before the ref’s five-count. Once they were separated, he was able to gain enough of a momentum and upper hand to have Baron scrambling to stay away from him in the ring. And out of it, though never for long as the champ played ‘keep-away’ with his own body.  

It was a mistake to toss Baron towards the floor so close to a ring post. He swung back in and started punching at Seth from behind, taking back his own upper hand. He was the first to try for a series of pins, each one jumping closer to a three-count than the last. He was about to spin Seth in a Deep Six when the ref was pulled out of the ring. For several seconds, Baron waited for him to start the count before he noticed he was missing.

On the floor, Elias was debating with the ref about some trivial rule. The ref continuously tried to send him away and get back into the ring, but Elias was persistent. He was persistent long enough for Seth to catch his breath and wobble to his feet. When he noticed, he let the ref go with a thank you and stepped away from the ring.

Baron turned just in time to take a kick to the stomach, and then the canvas raced towards his face as a boot caught the back of his neck in a curb stomp. He was too addled and curled up to hear or see the count, and kicked out a second too late.

Once again, Seth was the Intercontinental Champion, and he was conflicted about the fact that Elias had helped him win. He escaped the ring before Baron could retaliate, and left for the locker room to think it over.

***

Backstage, Charly Caruso caught up with Elias. “Can you tell us why you helped Seth Rollins win the title match?”

He stopped. And smiled. “I’ve beaten Seth before. And I can do it again. I know what my strengths are, and I know when to give up on ever wanting a fair match with Baron.”

“You don’t think it’s a little… hypocritical to cost Baron the match and the title this way?”

Elias scrunched his brow. “Why, yes.” He waved away the obvious statement and continued with more truths. “I’ll have my title back soon. Because for all of Seth’s talk, he’s not willing to risk absolutely everything for the gold. He’s done too much of that already.”

***

The two following matches were for the next positions on Team Raw. The first was Ember Moon versus Mickie James. Ember was still running on her high from Evolution and was using it well except for one thing. Mickie was still running hot from her loss at Evolution.

They fought hard, but quick. Neither wanted a long, drawn-out fight for something each woman assumed was her right. Mickie for her time in the WWE, and Ember for winning the royal last week. The ref had to do his best to stay out of their way as they rushed around the ring, cornering each other and springing off the ropes. You would have been pleased to have either woman on the team. When it came down to the end, the high of an Evolution win outweighed the loss, and Ember claimed her spot with a Total Eclipse.

The second was between Mojo Rawley and Bobby Roode. They too wanted a quick match. Mojo had been fingertips away from several title opportunities and hoped that helping the men’s team win at Survivor Series would give him another one. Bobby, on the other hand, wanted the team spot for its own prestige. He’d been part of the team last year for Smackdown and wanted a double set.

It was power at full throttle down to the last seconds. Mojo had Bobby in his sights and smiled as his opponent straggled around. But it was a ruse. Bobby twisted at the last second and used a deep angle of leverage to keep Mojo’s shoulders against the canvas. He tried to show some sportsmanship by offering to help Mojo to his feet. Mojo refused in favor of rolling out of the ring and walking away on his own two feet.

***

Dr. M and Braun took their position by the backstage screen to watch the next match. It was the second and final triple-threat to determine who they would face next week for the tag team titles. At another screen, Drake Maverick and the Authors of Pain, last week’s winners, also watched the Ascension, then Titus World Wide, and finally the Revival make their way to the ring.

It was a different dichotomy of teams. All three teams had strong power tactics that worked best with quick tag exchanges. This backfired when everybody was doing the same thing as it was difficult to tire one another out. Titus thought he noticed first. He sent Apollo to trip up Konnor but missed seeing both members of the Revival entering the ring.

They quickly took control of the ring. Titus’s plan helped them by making sure Viktor had no one to tag, and also kept Apollo on the wrong side of the ring. They each pinned a man, even if only Dash Wilder was legal. Scott Dawson rushed the ref to lift their arms in victory, then rushed his partner out of the ring before the other two angry teams could recover.

***

When the show came back from commercial, Elias was awaiting his opponent for the Raw elimination team spot having given the crowd a quick private concert. Going by the surge in the arena’s Wi-Fi usage, it was going to be a viral hit. He cocked his head with a confused smile as Curt Hawkins’s music hit.

“I know what all of you are thinking,” he stated. “Curt Hawkins hasn’t won a match in forever, why should we trust him to be on the team? I’m glad you asked. I’ll tell you why. I’m going to be on the Raw Survivor Series team because the streak ends tonight when I pin Elias. And luckily for you, he was so nervous about our match that he cut his concert short. You’re welcome.”

Elias growled. If he had his way, this was going to be a short match.

Unfortunately for Curt, he did. That last little jab had irritated Elias enough that he did every debilitating move he knew. Before long, Curt was gasping for breath and crawling back into the ropes for a reprieve. He tumbled out an apology, but Elias ignored him and pulled him back into the ring. A halo powerbomb later, Elias had the team spot and Curt had another tally for his lost matches.

Jinder entered immediately afterward, flanked by Sunil and Samir Singh. He congratulated Elias on his way out of the ring. The Singhs helped Curt roll out of the other side of the ring so that it would be clear for Jinder’s entrance. Elias watched, bemused, then started to leave as Chad Gable’s music it. He eagerly went through his opening moves but was sent crashing forward.

Behind him, Baron stood to his full height and stared Elias down. They gave each other a wide birth, then went their opposite ways, which included Baron to the ring to take Chad’s place in the match.

Despite already having a match earlier in the night, Baron had Jinder on the offensive for most of the match. If he wasn’t going to be a manager, and wasn’t going to Survivor Series as a champion, then he was going to do everything he could to get into the PPV. Beating Jinder was his best chance. But Jinder had the Singhs, and they wanted to back up the man they thought deserved the spot more. For every advance he made, the brothers were there at the ropes to distract him. But it was always in view of the ref. They weren’t going to hit him. That would give Baron the spot. Their distractions almost cost Baron the match several times as Jinder used them to his advantage.

Still, despite the exhaustion and the handicap, Baron won. He smirked as he left the arena having successfully stolen his position at Survivor Series.

***

“Come in,” you said to the knocking at your door. You instantly regretted it. “What do you want, Dolph?”

He strutted into the room. “I have a proposition for you. I’ve already run it by Finn Balor, and he was agreed. I want a match with him tonight. It’s not a title match, but if I win, I get to be in the match against AJ Styles at Survivor Series.” He smiled brightly and shrugged with the self-brilliance of his plan.

You were not convinced. “What do you gain by being in that match? You can’t win both titles because the heavy-weight title belongs to Smackdown. Being in the match is going to change that-“

“I know, I know-“

“And it would be uneven. Paige and Shane would want to find someone from their roster to make it even.”

“That’s fine. Hey,” he nudged at you, “maybe Sheamus will take up that challenge.”

It took considerable effort not to react. “Do you have a point to being in this match, or is it just your usual ego?”

He held his hands up in defense and took a step back. “Here’s the thing, if I win tonight and help Finn at Survivor Series, he’s agreed to give me a title opportunity. A pre-selected open challenge. Call him, if you don’t believe me.”

You squinted at him. “Why would he need help with Styles? I have full confidence that Finn could beat him as he is.”

“You might have that confidence, but does Finn? He is going as a human after all.” He waited on bated breath.

Despite your better judgment, you agreed to the match and hoped it wasn’t a great con. “Fine. But I still don’t think you need to get involved. I’ll let Finn know about this match. You… do whatever it is you do before a match.”

***

Before the main event, there were still two matches to find out the last two women members of the Raw team. Up first was Alicia Fox versus Alexa Bliss. They started by smiling at each other good-naturedly. It was an opportunity like any other. No need to lose their heads.

Then the bell rang.

Alicia had been the captain last year, but Alexa wanted that spot this year. They expressed that vehemently by tossing each other around the ring. Out of the ring. Back into the ring. Rinse and repeat. A Twisted Bliss sealed the deal. She twisted the knife by asking if she could borrow Alicia’s captain’s gear once she had that too. Alicia screamed her out of the ring.

Nia Jax was up next against the returned Tamina. They’d had a moment at Evolution and wanted to continue it here. The ref was wise to stay out their way. Neither was used to being tossed around like a rag doll, but they enjoyed doing the same to the other woman.

Again and again, they took turns throwing the other to the canvas, desperately trying for a pin. When even that didn’t work, they took to the ropes, used one level, then two, to give them a height advantage and an extra boost from gravity. It was one such drop from Nia that caught Tamina in the chest. She was too busy fighting to breathe to kick out. Nia had the last spot on the women’s team.

All of Raw’s elimination tag teams were set.

***

True to your assumptions, Finn had no plans on actually letting Dolph into his match with Styles. He didn’t let up, didn’t let Dolph have enough room to breathe, much less fight back. To him, this was just another practice round for Survivor Series, but convincing Dolph to accept the match had been surprisingly easy once he had a good enough prize. A prize he was never going to give.

Dolph’s ego took as many hits as his body did. The coup de gras probably hurt his pride more than his chest, though his chest hurt too. He rolled to the end of the ring, trying to catch Finn’s boots before he left. He was unsuccessful and had to watch Finn’s smug face as he walked up the ramp.

“I am enough just as I am,” Finn called back. “Man or demon, this,” he held the Universal title up, “is mine. And it’s gonna be for a long time. You should do best to remember t’at.”

Dolph could do nothing but glower at him.

***

Backstage, there was pandemonium. Dean followed the commotion to several refs and trainers helping Braun out from under a pile of steel supports and chairs. The fallen monster was ignoring everybody’s questions but looked him dead in the eye.

“They got her. Shane McMahon and a bunch of Smackdown. They took Y/N.”

Dean ran his hands through his hair, fighting to take deep breaths. Everybody stilled and looked at him. He swallowed hard. “Stick to the plan. We know where she’ll be.”

***

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Smackdown Live – November 6, 2018

Considering you didn’t really want to be there, you were happy to receive a warm applause. Paige and Shane walked you down to the ring for your official ‘welcome to Smackdown Live.’

“Thanks for that,” you asked once they were done. “And thanks for the shirt, though I would have preferred something a bit more…” you looked down at the blue t-shirt, “something red. But, no harm, no foul. I do have to ask, though. What exactly is the plan? Do I hang out with you guys until Survivor Series, or…?”

Shane patted your shoulder. “Don’t worry about the plan. All you have to do tonight is watch the show.”

“I do that anyway. But usually from home.”

“Well, this week you’ll be watching it here. Not here,” he rushed to add, motioning at the ring, “not in the arena. We don’t want you interfering in anything.”

You pseudo-gasped. “I would never.”

Paige sniggered and jumped in before Shane could say anything more. “Baby Girl, You’re also going to be watching the show with me. Maybe grab some coffee, have a little discussion about our shows. Manager to manager.”

This was going to be fun. “Okay then. I look forward to watching the show with such a guide. When do we start?”

She directed you to the ropes. “Right now if you’ll come this way.” Shane sat on the rope so you both could leave.

***

Her office was probably more comfortable than yours ever had been. A leather couch, her own coffee machine, and a large flat screen to watch the show on. Which you did. Together you watched as Jeff Hardy and Kofi Kingston fought for a spot on the Smackdown elimination team. Kofi won, but by then your discussion had digressed more into the wrestlers themselves than their matches.

“Right? Like, seriously, how can anyone have that much luggage?”

You huffed in agreement and fell back into the couch. “Can I ask how you guys have built up your tag teams so well? They seem very established and everybody looks super strong. How did you-“

“Easy, miss-former-journalist.” Paige laughed. “Can’t give away all our secrets.”

There was a knock at the door. Tye Dillinger entered, wearing his usual expression when R-Truth was a little confused about matches. The said man was right behind him. “Paige, Miss Y/N, I want to face Breezango at Survivor Series with my buddy… Tye Dillinger.” He slapped a hand onto Tye’s shoulder, who didn’t even flinch.

The two of you shared a look. You shrugged. “Why not?” You bit back a giggle as Tye’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “But I do have to tell you, Officer Fandango hasn’t been cleared to fight yet. Do you think you could fight Officer Breeze alone, but with Mr. Dillinger in your corner. I’m sure we could convince Fandango to be in Breeze’s.”

He nodded and held out his hand for you to shake. “That will be sufficient. Thank you. Tye?” He turned to face his friend. “Time to find Carmella, and to begin training.”

The two of you giggled as they left. Paige nodded. “That’s going to be a great match. Kinda wish I’d thought of it first.”

You tapped your bottom lip. “If I give you the credit, can you set up a match tonight for a coed tag team. I’ll set up a match with my group… assuming I’m there to do it. Something Like what we’ve been doing with the Mixed Match Challenge, but at Survivor Series.”

Again, Paige nodded. “I can arrange that right now.” She stood to leave and you moved to follow. “Oh, no. You can stay here. I’ll just be a minute, but in the meantime…” she poked her head out the door and waved somebody over, “you are not going to be left unattended. Sheamus.” The Irishman towered into view. “Don’t let her out of your sight. I’ll send someone to swap with you before your match.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, looking at you. As Paige left, he joined you on the couch to watch the next match.

***

Jey Uso was just finishing pinning Aiden English, but Sheamus was getting antsy. “Where are they?” He checked his phone again.

You laughed. “Roll a crate in front of the door if you have to but don’t be late for your match on my account.”

“I can’t-“

“We’re here!” Xavier Woods ran in. He bent over, panting. “We… whew, we made it. You’re good… to go to your match. E is… was right behind me.” He gave Sheamus a thumbs up as the man left for his match.

With a sigh, you started to drag Xavier to the door. “Come on. This fridge is out of water, and I’m not going to let you pass out.”

“But Paige said-“

“We’ll pass E in the hallway and then there’ll be two of you. Come on.”

He let himself be led along.

***

Sheamus made it to Gorilla in time for his entrance. He and Cesaro met Sanity in the ring or one last fight to see who would be taking the tag titles to Survivor Series. As champions, The Bar had to advantage that if either of them was hit by the third Sanity teammate, they would win through disqualification. They were trying their best to rile up Alexander Wolfe when they should have been more focused on Killian Dain tagging in from Eric Young.

The Swiss Cyborg turned a second to late and was taken to the mat. Wolfe played his part by keeping Sheamus on the floor and far away from preventing the count. Young was grabbing the belts while the bell was still ringing, ensuring they could make a quick escape as the new champions.

***

Paige flattened her palms against one another and placed them over her lips. Beside her, Shane took a deep breath. “Let’s try this again. Where is Y/N?”

The members of the New Day frantically looked between themselves. E shrugged. “She’s not missing, exactly. She’s probably in the building…”

“Probably?” Shane burst. He caught himself and turned to face anywhere but the trio.

Paige took over, calm for the most part. “You know who else might ‘probably’ be in the building by now? All of Raw’s roster! We have to find her.”

Xavier nodded. “Yep. Agreed. Getting right on that.” They left hurriedly, leaving their managers to silently panic.

***

You weren’t lost. You knew exactly where you were.

In the ring. Wearing a bright red shirt and holding a large flag with Raw’s logo on it. And you had a mic.

“How’s your guy’s night been so far?” You couldn’t hold back a laugh. “I have to say, it’s been pretty boring on my end. It was almost like being a human token in some version of capture the flag. But once they had me, Paige and Shane didn’t know what to do with me. If their plan was to throw Raw into chaos, I didn’t hear any news reports about anything burning down. Which is exactly why I didn’t leave Seth Rollins in charge.”

Paige and Shane came running out to the ring. He was too out of breath, so Paige had to talk. “You keep talking like you’ve escaped already. Maybe the plan is to strand you here.”

“I’m not too bothered,” you said twirling the flag.

“And why…” Shane puffed, recovering, “why is that? You’ve got nowhere to run, and no one to help you.”

“Oh really?” You bit your lip to hide a giggle. “Then how did I get the flag?” Your grin bubbled over as Braun’s music sounded. The managers backed down the ramp as he came on stage. Eventually, they joined you in the ring, while he stayed on the floor. You patted Shane’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. He’s only my exit strategy. Did you really think I wouldn’t have a contingency plan for this?”

He sputtered. “No. How-”

“Did you really think a few guys were going to be enough to take out Braun? Sweeties, he let them win that little tiff.”

Paige sputtered too.

“And you guys didn’t check to see if I had my phone with me? Amateurs. Really, I’d call it stupid, but it was stupid of you guys to have the idea in the first place.” You mouthed ‘now, now’ when Paige pointed at Shane. “I’m the person you know the least about. I have no wrestling history, and I’m only been in the company for not even six months.”

“But you’re a journalist.” Shane shook his head.

He wasn’t wrong; not entirely. “I was, yeah. A journalist who had delusions of grandeur and traveling the dangerous world. And, as it turns out… I’m very good at chess.”

You distanced yourself from them and walked to the side where Braun was. Gently, you arranged the flag in the ropes as if claiming the ring.

“If you’re smart,” you continued, “you’ll take my advice and wait until Survivor Series before doing anything else. And I might, might, not retaliate more than this conversation we just had.”

Braun helped you off the apron and waved with you towards the managers. Then, as your music played, you left Smackdown Live.

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Family Found Part 25: Trick or Treat (Evolution)

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The first-ever women’s PPV, Evolution, is a hit. The amazing moral of Raw continues as everybody gets ready for Survivor Series. A warning comes from an old rival and it brings the rosters together for a unique match.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, angst, cousin-fluff, some underhanded flirting

Word Count: 3890

Note: I am super excited for this chapter because it’s one of the major chunks I had in mind during the early stages of series development. Pretty much everything about Survivor Series is why I wrote this series. There have been some changes in that plan because of Roman’s announcement, and I will not be using Joe Anoa’I illness as a plot point. I will be mentioning it enough to move Dean forward, but it won’t be a focus. Thank you guys for sticking with me this far. Enjoy this next chapter!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 24: Shattered (TLC)

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Evolution – October 28, 2018 – Uniondale, New York

The monumental night began with a title match. Natalya stood in one corner. In the other, Rhonda stood with the title swung over her shoulder.

When the bell rang, both women took one more second to observe her opponent before rushing in for the headlock. They had learned well from each other. Natalya was using some holds that were more likely to be seen in a UFC fight than a squared circle. And Rhonda was taking time to breathe. She would rush in, all speed and aggression, but when something didn’t work she was able to take a step back and clear her head.

They danced around one another, occasionally smiling. To some of the woman watching in the back, the match looked like a typical sparring match. That couldn’t last forever.

Natalya twisted Rhonda underneath her in a sharpshooter. How many times in sparring had Rhonda been able to crawl to the ropes? Or to turn opposite of Natalya’s force and make it out? It was beginning to frustrate Rhonda that she couldn’t do any of those things. She grit her teeth and was able to move a few inches closer to the bottom rope. With a few more she would be able to grab it. The bottom rope faded into the distance as Natalya dragged her back into the center of the ring and deepened the hold.

With a growl, Rhonda had to choose the stability of her body over her reign.

The women both crumpled to the canvas as the bell rang again, ending the match. They hugged one another, even as the ref struggled to bring Natalya to her feet. He eventually raised her hand in victory and was quickly replaced by Rhonda. No hard feelings; just a great match.

But Evolution had to continue.

***

Trish Stratus and Lita made their grand entrance to the loud welcome of the WWE universe. The crowd was full of women who had grown up watching their matches, and new fans young and old who were coming into the WWE at the best time. Every girl and woman sitting or standing around the arena was ready for the first of many PPVs showing off the best female talent. Lita eagerly welcomed several girls straining over the barricades with handshakes and a bright smile.

In the ring, things were a little grimmer. Alexa Bliss and Mickie James attacked early before the ref’s signal, rushing action from the legends. All four woman took turns having the upper hand, and wondering if they were going to make it out of the pin. Trish caught Alexa with a Stratusfaction, bringing their match to a close.

The night continued with the last round of the Mae Young Classic, the NXT Women’s championship between Kari Sane and Shayna Bazler, and then with the all-woman battle royal. More legends came out, and some hopeful future legends from NXT like Dakota Kai and Nikki Cross. The past met the future over and over again as participants went over the top rope. In the end, only one could stand by herself. And at this Evolution, it was Ember Moon.

***

Evolution ended with the match of the year. Becky Lynch and Charlotte Fair gave their all in the first ever Last Woman Standing match. Throughout the war, both women tried to use their submission moves on the other. During any other match, a submission would have been admitting that the other was the best wrestler. That she was right. But tonight, the last woman standing meant she had more drive, more power, and more right to the title than the one left in a heap.

Charlotte twisted in the air off a ring post. Becky was wobbling on her feet on the floor below. The last several counts had danced dangerously close to ten.

At the last second, Becky turned and flattened herself against the ring. Charlotte landed hard on the floor. She crawled around, gripping at Becky’s boot as her former friend rolled into the ring. Becky stood in the center, staring at her opponent as the ref counted.

Eight. Nine. Ten.

No matter the cost, Becky Lynch had retained her Smackdown Women’s Championship and proved herself to be the stronger woman. The one with the drive. That she was right.

***

***

Monday Night Raw – October 29, 2018

The Titantron lit up with your name and your colors. You entered with a smile and made your way to the ring, mentally giggling as heavy footsteps followed. Braun used his longer stride to get ahead of you so he could sit on the ropes and help you into the ring. He had made it clear that what happened last week with taking Dean and Roman’s titles with Bray Wyatt, now Dr. M, did not extend to you.

“Welcome to Monday Night Raw!” You smiled brightly. The welcome was never going to get old. “Evolution was a fantastic success. I got to meet some women last night that I never dreamed I would never see in person. And our ladies did an amazing job putting on the best show possible. I know it will not be the last of it’s kind.” You took a deep breath and looked back at Braun.

“But that was Sunday,” you continued. “Starting tonight, it is officially Survivor Series season. And that is why Braun is being my shadow for the evening. Because of… last year’s events leading up to Survivor Series, we thought it was best if I had a little extra security. I don’t want to end up in a match.”

“You have to say the thing.”

“What?”

Braun growled with a smirk. “You have to say the thing.”

No. His good-natured glare heavily suggested you should, but you tried to get out of it anyway. “I don’t want to. It’s too soon. I don’t want to be sick of it before the night’s out.”

He tilted his head. “But it’s Survivor Series Season.” When you grit your teeth, he chuckled. “You know we get a bonus every time we say it, right?”

Well in that case… “As you all know,” you said, smiling at him, “Survivor Series is the one time of year when Raw and Smackdown go head to head in competition.” You sighed. “This better be worth it.”

Braun just laughed and gave your back a hard pat, making you stumble forward.

“Our superstars will meet their superstars for each of the titles, and then also for the five on five tag team matches. We will start the process of selecting those team members tonight with two women’s matches and two men’s matches. And in new news this year, the champions of NXT and 205 Live will also go head to head. It might be a little rough for the NXT champion since War Games is the night before, but William Regal is sure his champion will triumph.”

The audience seemed to take the news well. You were able to let your shoulders relax.

“On that note, let’s get the show started with our first elimination member matches.”

On the way out, you quietly promised to split the phrase bonus with Braun since he was the one who told you.

***

Up first for the elimination match, Liv Morgan and Sasha Banks fought for their position. Ruby and Sarah Logan had accompanied their teammate into the arena, but she waved them backstage. They all knew Sasha hadn’t been having a good run. In Liv’s mind, tonight was going to be nothing different.

Unfortunately for her, it was.

Sasha was tired of sitting on the sidelines. Tired of missing opportunities. And tired of people assuming she was done. So after taking several minutes of Liv’s aggression, she flipped on her own. Harsh kicks and rapid-fire punches. The losses that had piled up were several too many. Headlocks and body slams. The way other wrestlers looked at her when she walked by was done. Jumps from the top ropes. With a battle-cry, Sasha grabbed Liv by her pink hair. She was thrown across the ring. Sasha caught her bouncing off the ropes and flipped back into a Bank Statement.

Liv submitted, giving the first spot on the women’s elimination team to Sasha.

***

Next was the first men’s spot match. Drew McIntyre proudly made it down to the ring and patiently waited for his opponent. His smug grin turned sour at the sound of Dolph’s record scratch. They didn’t waste any time. A position was next on Dolph’s list of goals, and it had a similar position for Drew. But instead of showing each other off, they did their best to crush one another. Drew tried several times for a Claymore. It was always evaded. Dolph attempted to use his small form and speed to tire out his former partner but was often brought to a halt with some submission hold.

Renee piped up in commentary, “I think this is more than about a spot on the Raw team. These men were practically attached at the hip to achieve a goal. Dolph wanted a match between them after obtaining a championship, but that never happened. This is the match we would have seen, for who can be the best man. But now it’s for who is right. Either Dolph in his ambitions, or Drew in his.”

Not even Corey could disagree with that.

Dolph jumped for a Zig-Zag, but Drew saw it coming and was able to flip him around. By the time Dolph had scrambled back to his feet, he was met with a Claymore. Drew stood over his unmoving body for a few seconds before moving in for the pin. He didn’t celebrate. Nor did he give Dolph’s glare a backward glance.

***

Bayley and Ruby were up next for the team spot. The Riott Squad leader did not make the same mistake as her teammate. Sarah Logan was ringside for the whole match. Any time the ref’s back was turned, she was on the apron looking to distract Bayley and give Ruby an upper hand.

When Sarah couldn’t interfere, Bayley was struggling to keep Ruby from keeping her shoulders terrifyingly close to the canvas. The hugger used her skills to flip their positions, and then her power to rain blows down onto her opponent. Ruby desperately blocked her face and kicked her feet, trying to get out. Finally, Ruby was able to catch Bayley in the ribs with a hit, sending her rolling across the ring.

She couldn’t waste the chance. She returned the favor, catching Bayley in her own trap, even when she grabbed hold of the bottom rope and the ref counted to four. Only at the last second did she let go.

Sarah moved to dip between the ropes while Ruby argued with the ref. She was quickly knocked to the floor, but Ruby was there to push the ref aside and roll Bayley up for the pin.

The Riott Squad made their quick exit, smirking all the way.

***

“Dean, wait up!” You hurried to catch up with your cousin’s receding form. “Where are you going? You’ve got a match later.”

He looked away at the ground. “I don’t think I need to be on the team,” he muttered.

“What?” You shook your head. “Why? You’re one of the best guys here and we need you. And I’m not saying that ‘cause-“

“I can’t Y/N. Find someone else for that match.” Dean shied away from your outstretched hand. “I’m the reason why… Roman and I lost the tag titles because of me. And then he… he left. I’m not… I can’t-“

“Dean,” you gently placed your hand on his shoulder, ready to snatch it back. When he leaned into the comforting touch, you took a deep breath. “He’s going to come back. In the meantime, I thought you’d like a fun fight. Your elimination spot match is with No Way Jose.” You bit your lip as he didn’t react. “Just make it to the ring. Then we’ll go from there, okay? No pressure. No promises. What happens is what happens… and you are still my favorite big cousin either way. Please?”

Dean winced a grin. “Sure, Ladybug. I’ll get there.” Then he calmly removed your hand from his shoulder and walked away.

***

As there were new tag team champions, Braun and Dr. M wanted to prove that they were the best team to face the Smackdown tag team. So you had set up two triple threat matches between the other Raw tag teams, the first one tonight. Dr. M and Braun watched from backstage, with you close by so Braun could keep a close eye on you.

The B-Team, the Authors of Pain, and the team of Heath Slater and Rhyno met in the ring. To keep things interesting, one member from each team would be allowed in the ring at a time instead of the usual two. This lead to some odd mini-alliances depending on who was the most dangerous wrestler in the ring at any given moment. Like Bo Dallas and Rezar against Rhyno. Or Curtis Axel and Heath against Akam, before they flipped to attack Curtis.

In the end, the general consensus that the Authors of Pain were the biggest threats was correct. Rezar pinned Bo while Akam held Rhyno in the corner behind the ref’s back. They posed at the top of the ramp with Drake Maverick, who spat warnings to the new champions that they wouldn’t champs for long.

***

When Dean walked into the arena, he had to laugh. No Raw before Halloween was complete without a Trick or Treat Street match. No disqualifications, and no promises. You were probably going to get flack for making an elimination spot match so frivolous, but Dean’s smile made it worth it. Besides, who didn’t want to see Jose conga-dancing with a skeleton?

There were, of course, candy corn kendo sticks, pumpkins, and bowls of candy that both men gleefully emptied into the crowd. When they got down to it, Dean was more than willing to participate. What he wasn’t expecting, was to laugh to much in a match for something so important.

The match could have gone either way. They were both having so much fun, neither was too insistent to pin the other but there was a goal to achieve. A Dirty Deeds into a mess of mutilated pumpkin parts did the trick.

As Dean pinned Jose, he nodded. You were right. He needed this match. And you had picked the perfect opponent that would have made Raw proud had he lost. They shook hands and shared a candy bar on their way out of the ring.

***

After the commercial break, Finn was standing in the ring with his Universal and a mic.

“Last year I was part of the elimination tag-team for Raw. This year I am battlin’ with my title against one of the best in the business.” He smiled. “My title. On Sunday Natalya won back her ability to say the same thing. My title. She’s goin’ to face Becky Lynch, a ‘nother incredible woman who has fought and clawed her way into bein’ able to do this.” Finn lifted the red and gold belt high above his head with his right hand. “There have always been incredible fights to that right. Always will be. But Survivor Series is different.”

He thumbed at his lip in thought. “Survivor Series is about seein’ who is the best between Raw and Smackdown. It’s about pride and cementin’ your stamp on wrestling deeper into the history of this ring. It’s more than just your legacy. It’s making it stand higher than another great name.”  

“I agree.” The Titantron flickered to life. AJ Styles was sitting in front of a blue screen with his WWE Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. “Thank you for that compliment. I concur that my legacy stands the highest in the WWE. I’ve been carrying this title for a while, and I have been carrying Smackdown for even longer.” He paused. “What is your legacy, Finn? An injury and a title you can’t defend without help from… a darker version of yourself?”

Finn smiled and sucked on his teeth. “Not like you can defend your title without almost losin’ it. Now that I’ve got it back, it hasn’t been at risk of changin’ hands. Unlike…” he pointed at the screen, where AJ curtly shot him a look.

“Are we going to do this like last time?”

Finn shook his head. “Nah. This time around I’m more int’rested in havin’ a man versus man fight.”

“I might make you regret that decision.”

“If you say so, AJ. But no one has made me regret being tha man I am. This man is the one who bested the demon in the first place. Took his crown. Shaped ‘im into what I needed. Finn Balor as a man is just as great a wrestler as tha Demon King. But I guess you’ll be findin’ that out in a few weeks.”

“I’ll be seeing you before Survivor Series,” AJ said with a smirk.

“Is t’at so? Lookin’ for a practice-match, phenomenal one?”

AJ shook his head. “Not quite. Trick or treat.” Then the screen went black.

Finn scoffed, unbothered.

***

Elias strummed. “Tonight, I take back what was stolen from me.” He thought for a moment, absently playing a tune that dropped and attacked the air around him. “Baron Corbin is going to walk with Elias and find that he is not gifted enough to stand to me. The Intercontinental Championship is going to be on my waist at Survivor Series, and I will defeat Shinsuke Nakamura. And then they will both know what all of you people here know and that is that WWE stands for?”He hooted as the audience gave the correct response. There would have been more, but Baron wasn’t the most patient person on the roster.

The Intercontinental Champion strutted out onto the stage, making sure that the gold on his title caught the light just right. He begrudgingly handed it to the ref and smugly bounced in his corner while Elias glared at him from the other side.

They fought hard. It was looking like Elias had the upper hand when there was a banshee-like screech. Baron retreated to the side of the ring furthest from the stage, while Elias stumbled for a closer look.

“Paige?” he read on the screen.

Baron took the moment to roll Elias up, latching his fingers into his belt loops for that extra leverage. Elias chased him out of the ring, where Baron was hastily handed the title.

You passed him on your way down the ramp. Braun was a few steps behind and stayed on the floor while you got in the ring for a better look around the arena. He joined you as Paige came in through the side stage entrance and the Smackdown roster filed down the stairs. She gave you a sweet smile before climbing through the ropes.

“Paige.”

“Y/N.”

“I would say it’s good to see you, but… I have to wonder what you’re doing here.”

She laughed. “Oh, sweetheart. Tis the season. Just thought we ought to come for a little visit-“

“And repeat what happens every year, rough up my roster? Come on Paige, you’re smarter than that.”

“I don’t really think you’re in a position to say so.”

Now it was your turn to smile. “Oh?” Making a big show of it, you raised your fist in the air and snapped. Raw wrestlers streamed in from all sides. Down the ramp. From the crowd, blocking Smackdown’s exit. They were backed up against the ring as they were surrounded. “What was that, sweetie?”

Paige cocked her head, acknowledging the strategic move.

You interrupted before she could say anything. “How about something new this year. We’ve got dozens of talented wrestlers, and we’re going to see the best spectacle of that in a few weeks. But tonight, I think we should give the Universe a match that won’t be happening at Survivor Series. Something unique.”

“Okay. I’m listening.”

“Champion versus champion. Someone you think embodies the ‘land of opportunity’ spirit of Smackdown. And I’ll pick mine. Well… actually, mine is already picked.”

“You planned this?”

A giggle escaped. “It all depended on your actions, Paige. A game of chess.

She shook her head. “It’s not much of a game if your obvious answer is already in the ring.” She nodded in Braun’s general direction.

The two of you shared a look. “That’s not a guarantee. I have a whole roster full of champions. Can you say the same?”

“You know I can.”

“Then do it. We’re in showbiz. Let’s put on a show.”

Paige looked past you, then reestablished eye contact with you. “Fine. I choose Sheamus.” The ring bounced as he entered the ring. You remained still, trying to keep your emotions under control. “I hope that’s okay.”

Sheamus stood between you. “I’ll make the match quick. Perhaps you should pick one of your B-list wrestlers? It would be a shame to embarrass one of your A-listers this close to Survivor Series.”

You chuffed. “This is Monday Night Raw. There is no such thing as a B-list wrestler here. But I thought you would have known that, having been moved to Smackdown this year.”

On the floor, Dean and Seth shared a smile watching you sass back and forth with Sheamus. Seth was enjoying every second of it. Dean was too, but he was also making a plan of attack if Sheamus tried anything.

Turning to your circle, you motioned for some to leave. The ones that did left up the ramp and brought chairs out onto the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” you said, “if you could please. We don’t want any shenanigans back stage, so you guys are going to get a front-and-center seat.” The rest of the roster shooed the blue-brand wrestlers to their seats. “Paige, you and I will be joining the commentary table. And now for our champion. As you said, they are already in the ring.”

Braun took several large steps forward, coming nose to nose with Sheamus. Then he stepped aside to reveal Ember Moon. She straightened her fire braids and turned towards her corner. Braun sat on the rope so you and Paige could exit, then he followed.

The night ended peacefully, all things considered. During the match, the rosters stayed where they were supposed to, and you and Paige got along well.

In the ring, Sheamus was pleasantly surprised at how well Ember was able to keep him on his toes. He may have towered over by what seemed like two feet, but she was nimble. And her height made it difficult to properly perform a Brogue kick. Her favorite way to avoid it was to shift just barely to one side, then send him a snide look. But he had an advantage too. When she had him staggering, Ember jumped for a Full Eclipse. Sheamus caught her.

Instead of throwing her backward for the advantage, he gently returned her to her feet. Then he held out his hand. “I stand corrected about the prowess of the Raw brand. Pax?”

Ember took his hand. “For now.”

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Family Found Part 24: Shattered (TLC)

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An old enemy of the Shield returns, causing havoc in their wake. TLC brings some sudden changes to titles, and to individuals.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence; use of tables, ladders, and chairs

Word Count: 3630

Note: Here’s TLC. Oops. I’m not going to be writing Crown Jewel (November) because it’s going to be too much for me to do, and because of the controversy surrounding the PPV. This series will not miss it. Please let me know if you have been enjoying the series at all. Any and all feedback is super appreciated!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

*Series Disclaimer  

Part 23: Sunday is Set

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TLC – October 21, 2018

Charley Caruso offered Finn Balor her mic after asking him about his plan for retaining this title that evening. Finn was wearing a Balor club shirt under his jacket and didn’t look like he was dressed for a fight. He gave her and the camera to the pre-show announce table a smile. “It’s the same plan since I got my title back. Defend it with my all. Hang onto it. At any cost.”

“You say at any cost… but I don’t see you preparing to call the demon.”

He chuckled. “That’s because if I wanted, I could hang onto my title on my own tonight. Kevin Owens is a talented wrestler, but we’re not sure if his actions demand the appearance of the demon. Though, he has made the argument that he could have beaten Balor during our first title run.”

The sound of heavy footsteps made them turn. Braun Strowman walked up behind Finn. “Hang onto it while you can, Finn. I’m willing to fight for it at any cost too.”

All three of them froze as what could only be described as a dark giggle seemed to surround them. Braun was affected the most. His nostrils flared, and he flattened his hands against his thighs so they wouldn’t shake. He shot Finn one more glare, though it was weakened, and went back the way he came.

***

The crowd cheered as the show began. All around the ring, up the ramp, and all over the stage, there were towering ladders, congregations of tables, and stacks of chairs. All ready to be used to help dismantle an opponent.

Kevin looked neither left or right at any of these tools. He went through the motions of his entrance, then leaned against the ropes to wait for Finn.

Finn was not the one who showed up.

Red thumps welcomed the Demon King into the arena. When he entered, he looked like Finn, except for the eyes that cried blood and the giant, gaping mouth full of sharp teeth across his torso fighting out from beneath the leather jacket. He kept bringing his eyes back to Kevin until he could stand before him.

The bell rang a second after Balor shed his jacket. Kevin had thought the man would show up, but prepared for both. It was not nearly enough. Not by himself. So, Kevin grabbed for the items around the ring he had ignored earlier. Although the chairs bent and warped over Balor’s back, that did not faze the Demon King. He chased his challenger around the ring, wielding a chair himself.

Kevin scaled a ladder, trying to get away long enough to form a plan. Balor followed him and threw him off onto a table. It splintered under the impact. Kevin screamed in pain, making Balor grin widely. Balor hauled Kevin to his feet and shoved him back into the ring. He also brought in another table. Kevin fought to find the strength to fight back before Balor could set it up.

They fought around the ring while the table stood in one corner. Kevin gained enough of an upper hand to have Balor ceremoniously stretched across the surface, ready to be broken in half with the wood.

But the King moved.

Kevin crashed through it himself and Balor scaled the ropes. He jumped and brought his feet down onto Kevin’s chest in a Coup de Gras. Then he growled at the ref for the count.

Once again, the Demon had retained.

***

Next was the ladder match for the Intercontinental Championship.

At the bell, Dolph Ziggler and Drew McIntyre both went after Seth Rollins. Elias was too shocked to assist or to interfere. Dolph was successful with a early zig-zag, and Drew rolled Seth out of the ring. Then they turned their attention onto the champion.

What the pair didn’t anticipate was how similar Elias’s evasion tactics were to theirs. He would dodge one, then run the second into the first. They were constantly fighting to keep up, and even when they did, they found out how he had stayed champion for so long. Dolph got tossed out first. Without his partner to interfere, Drew gained the upper hand on Elias and tossed him out. Drew was on his way to grab the first ladder when he was intercepted by a mostly recovered Seth.

The fight continued on the outside of the ring. Fighting pairs traded opponents, and Elias swayed his alliance between Drew and Dolph, and Seth. It did not help him, because he was lying across a fallen ladder while Seth was the first one to scale towards the title. The ladder tilted. It fell, sending Seth onto the top rope before he was pushed to the floor by Dolph.

The ladder was rightned, but when Dolph’s head crested over the top, he came face to face with Drew. They shared a silent conversation. Drew descended the ladder. With a grin, Dolph climbed the last few steps and reached.

His finger grazed the title, then fell out of reach. Drew continued to tip the ladder until Dolph was laying on the floor next to Seth. He fixed the ladder again and looked towards his prize. There was no one in sight, so he took his time to catch his breath while he climbed. Which was a mistake.

Elias rushed into the ring and met Drew at the top. They shared blows which ended when Elias jumped over the top and slammed Drew into the canvas. Then he climbed back up and reclaimed his title.

He sat on top of the ladder while the audience chanted “walk with Elias.”

***

Dean and Roman had a fairly short tag titles match against the B-Team.

For all their tricks that helped them beat Titus World Wide, Curtis Axel and Bo Dallas couldn’t beat the brotherhood that existed between their opponents. They tried to confuse them, switching tags to quick that Dean’s head turned on a swivel. They tried their combined power against Roman. Curtis was able to scale the ropes a few times when Roman’s back was turned and hit between his shoulder blades, but the last time he jumped, Roman was ready and superman-punched him out of the air.

Then the Shield brothers turned on the heat. Their quick tags. Their combined power. Their sneak attacks, and their trick shots. The B-team quickly lost their upper hand they’d had for most of the match. Or maybe it had been an illusion that they’d had anything for the match at all.

Dean knocked Bo down with a Dirty Deeds. Roman jumped over Dean taking the pin to spear Curtis and keep him from ruining the count. One. Two. Three. Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns were Raw Tag Team Champions. They accepted their belts with roars of pride and held them aloft while the referee struggled to raise their hands in victory.

***

Raw’s main event match was the TLC match for the Raw Women’s Title. Rhonda Rousey bounced on one side of the ring while she waited for her friend, Natalya Hart, to finish making her way to the ring. She eyed the belt around her waist and gave the air a few more test punches before shooting her a smile. Yeah, this was a title match, but it was also a long-building friendly bought. Rhonda vowed to have fun. The ref took the title to show it to the audience, then motioned for the bell after passing it out of the ring.

The women met in a battle of strength first, which Natalya lost as she was tossed towards the ropes. They shared a look, then each rolled out of the ring. Natalya rolled back in first with a chair. Rhonda was a slower time coming as she struggled to force a folded table into the ring. At the sight of each other, they laughed. Natalya dropped her chair just long enough to help her friend, then dropped her onto it.

Now it was on. The first item had been used, and the lines were drawn. Natalya had grown up watching such matches; she knew what to do and when. Rhonda may have been new, but she was going to have fun; she did. Wrestling was even more interesting when tables, ladders, and chairs were involved.

Rushing towards the end, there were at least two broken tables, several used and tumbled ladders, and one chair bent irreparably out of shape. Both women were laying on the canvas, chests heaving, while the ref began a ten count. If neither woman made it to her feet, Natalya would retain. Rhonda didn’t want that to happen. She crawled to the ropes and worked her feet under her. Smiling, she looked back for her friend but saw her clinging similarly to the ropes on the other side.

They rushed one another. They twisted, trying to gain control of each other until Rhonda was able to grip Natalya’s arm. She dropped her to the mat and leaned back with her arm lock. Natalya screeched and reached for the ropes, but they were far from reach. Rhonda upped the pressure just enough to warn her what she could do but didn’t want to do.

Natalya tapped.

Rhonda let go and hugged Natalya, apologizing and thanking her. Natalya struggled to her feet and took the title from the ref, then turned and handed it to Rhonda. She raised her hand in the air. They both beamed, proud of each other and themselves for putting on a great match.

***

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Monday Night Raw – October 22, 2018

In less that twenty-four hours, Natalya had asked for her rematch. And she wanted it in style. So, at the beginning of the show, you were standing by a table set up in the ring. On either side, Natalya and Rhonda were ready to sign the contract that would set the match for Evolution. Rhonda had a death grip on the title, though she had joked with Natalya all the way to the ring.

“Before we get down to it,” you said, “is there anything you would like to say to each other, or about TLC, or about your next step?”

Natalya motioned for Rhonda to go first. She was the new champ after all.

“Anything I would like to say?” Rhonda hummed in thought. “I would like to thank Natalya, for giving me the chance and for putting up one hell of a fight.” She moved her attention to the crowd. “I wanted to thank all of you too. I know I moved up kind of fast, but I made it this far because of your support for me. Thank you.” Something in her face shifted. She hardened. Descended into a mode that was familiar to her.

“Rhonda?” you murmured.

“One more thing.” She readjusted the title on her shoulder. “I am never letting this go. Now that I got it, I understand why you guys fight so hard for title here in WWE. It’s different than elsewhere. In the UFC, you’ve got your trainers and friends and family backing you up. But the buzz of the fans. The universe. It’s different. You guys make this title mean more. And I never want to lose that feeling. And I’m not going to.”

Natalya cocked her head. Why this change?

“And Natalya? I hope you bring you’re A-game at Evolution. Because I am going to bring mine. And I will not stop, even if it means breaking your arm.”

“When did you get so angry about this?” Natalya scoffed. “Anger in a match is just… exhausting.”  

“Sometimes anger helps you win.”

You kept yourself from whistling and leaned further back into the ropes. All you had to do was keep them from fighting each other. They could back-talk one another as much as they liked.

“And sometimes it’s a distraction,” Natalya continued. “You don’t have to be angry at me to have a great match.”

“I might if I want to beat you. I will stay women’s champion, even if I have to go through you.”

“Why does everything have to be one woman against the other to the death? You have come a long way since joining the WWE, and I want to see you try to keep that away from me. You will be unsuccessful, but that’s beside the point.”

Rhonda’s hard façade cracked. “Oh, that’s how you want to play it?”

She smiled back, good naturedly. “That’s how I want to play it.”

“Alright.” She took up the pen and signed on the dotted line. Leaning across the table a bit, she offered it to her friend. Natalya signed with a smile.

You let out the breath you were holding in. “Alright. Great.”

***

Baron was not having as great a night as you. Both Stephanie and Kurt Angle were with him to pronounce the finality of the decision. Stephanie tried to keep the malice out of her voice, but as a McMahon, it didn’t really make a difference. She off on a sheet and passed it to Kurt to sign too.

“And that’s that. Baron Corbin is not longer a co-manager of Monday Night Raw. Such potential, but you can’t win them all.” She took the clipboard back and passed it to Baron to sign. He hesitated. Stephanie sighed, “yes, you’re not going to be manager anymore, but if you sign, part of your ‘severance package’ is a title-shot match tonight. Your pick.”

That sealed it. Baron signed. “I want Elias.”

Stephanie nodded. “Done. Thank you, Baron. Let’s never do this again.”

He growled, turned on his heel, and left.

***

Back in the ring, Dean and Roman were strutting around with their new titles on their shoulders. Well, Roman was watching Dean strut. And by strut, it was really something closer to bouncing.

“Well people, say hello to your new Raw Tag Team Champions,” Dean growled. Roman beamed behind him. “We wanted to let you guys, and everyone in that locker room, know that we are here for anytime, any place to defend these titles. But we aren’t your old ‘shield against injustice.’”

“Not anymore,” Roman picked up. He was about to say more when the Titantron crackled to life with some odd images. They both watched, confused as black and white images flickered faster than they could understand them. As an eerie laugh echoed through the arena, they sprung towards the ropes, Dean glancing over their shoulders for an attack.

A figure walked onto the stage. He was wearing a bright white lab coat, which was blinding compared to his dirty, mangled clothes underneath. Perhaps once they had been scrubs.

“Bray?” Roman asked.

The figure laughed. “More than that now. In my absence, I was still paying attention to the goings on here. And I have to say, the diagnosis is not good. There is a sickness in the WWE.” He giggled again. “A weakness. Something that has been keeping everyone here floundering to reach their former greatness. No matter. I am here.” He spread his arms wide. “Dr. M is here.”

Dean scoffed. “We’ve beaten you time and time again, Bray. This… version of you will be no different. Hey,” he mocked, “what does the M stand for?”

Dr. M laughed openly. His gaze looked through them, to the large man now standing in the ring. Braun sent both men crashing to the canvas. He lifted Roman up first, power slamming him before Dean could move. Then he did the same to Dean. Braun left the ring and joined Dr. M on the stage, nodding as if something had just been set right.

***

Finn made his way to the ring, looking awkwardly over his shoulder referencing to what happened to Dean and Roman. He cringed one last time while grabbing a mic, then gave the universe a smile. “Well, t’at was excitin’. And so was TLC. But I’m not really out here to talk. Tonight’s been kind of chatty already. I just wanted to… issue an open challenge.” He passed the mic back to a techie and shed his jacket.

Chad Gable answered the call.

For having fought with tables and such the night before, Finn was able to keep up with the fresh man very well. Chad was also able to take advantage to how much reigning the demon back in usually cost him. Chad was able to evade most of Finn’s quick moves, grounding him and repeatedly attacking his already injured ribs. The suplexes made them bend in painful ways. Arching out of pins was even worse.

Still, Finn hadn’t called Balor the night before for nothing. He could defend his title as a man. And he was going to prove it. With a growl, he launched into a more active attack. One that surprised Chad and the audience as it picked up steam. Soon, there was nothing between Finn and Chad but air. Air that Finn jumped through for the count and the win. He helped his challenger to his feet before leaving the ring with the red and gold over his shoulder.

***

“Drew,” Dolph called, racing down the hallway. “Drew! Stop.” He finally caught up and pulled at Drew’s arm. “You’ve been avoiding me since yesterday, and I know why. But I am willing to let that rest in the past if you’ll just explain it to me. Then we can go back to-“

“What? Back to tha way things were?” Drew shook his head and shook off Dolph’s grip. “Nah. I’m makin’ my own way now.”

His former partner sneered. “This isn’t you. This is Elias and his… his mind games. And possibly his bad music. Why you’d let him in your head, man? We had something great going.”

Drew glared at him. “Did we? We didn’t win any titles, just opportunities. An’ when the end goal was in our grasp, there you were, makin’ sure we didn’t get it. I’m tired of it. And I’m sick of you. Ya stole all my chances I’ve had since getting’ back.  I’m not gonna let that continue. So I dropped ya. Well,” he chuckled, “I made the ladder drop ya, at least. Same thing. Now get outta my way, an’ sty outta it. Or I’ll show you tha side of the Scottish Psychopath the WWE hasn’t seen yet. The side they don’t wanna see.” His smirk dropped into disdain.

Dolph watched him leave in disbelief.

***

Corey Graves was not pleased. “Why would Ambrose and Reigns make this a title match? Doesn’t it seem a little odd to anyone that Braun and… Dr. M show up out of nowhere and suddenly get a tag title match? Ambrose and Rollins just got the titles last night.”

“They’re not really guys to waste time,” Renee suggested. “Dean and Roman saw the threat, saw their true purpose through Dr. M’s ramblings, and asked for the match. It makes perfect sense.”

He harrumphed. “May the odds be ever in their favor.”

The lights went out while static took over the Titantron. When they came back, Braun was standing behind Dr. M like a mountain. They ignored the intros of Dean and Roman until both men were in the ring. Then there was a stand-off reminiscent of old times.

Roman and Braun took first turns. The same moves. The same expressions of power and strength. But Braun was different. More controlled. He seemed to be three moves ahead, even before Roman was planning what to do next. Dr. M beckoned him back to the corner. And Dean called for Roman.

They switched. Dean wanted to know just what had changed about the man they used to know as Bray Wyatt… or if he had changed at all. He had. Faster. More reactive to Dean’s actions until he caught the rhythm. Then Dr. M launched. He had a new and improved moveset that targeted Dean, and then Roman’s, known weaknesses. Braun would swoop in occasionally, but it was obvious who was back to controlling the strings.

Dr. M taunted Dean into the ring, feigning left and then moving right to catch Dean in a different version of Sister Abigail’s kiss. Roman was unable to rush to his brother as Braun swept his feet out from under him and tossed him into the steps.

Braun again took his position behind Dr. M kneeling by Dean. He took the titles and held them out, matching Dr. M’s pose. In a flash of darkness, they were gone. And neither Dean or Roman had moved.

Corey hummed knowingly. “See. Told you guys this match was a bad idea.”

***

There wasn’t time for a song. Not that Elias really had one prepared. He’d just retained his title, but because of the severance package, he was now having to face Baron. And he was pissed. He glared at Baron as the challenger made his entrance, smug as ever.

They barely waited for the bell. Baron had several restful weeks under his belt. Elias had just had a grueling match against three of the best in the business. There wasn’t much he could do except evade and attack when he could. Elias tried using the standards, the moves that were easy but effective, the ones that gave more than the energy they took to be enacted.

It wasn’t enough.

Baron’s Deep Six was beautiful was always. And impressive given the size of Elias. What was more impressive, was how he kept his composure as the referee handed him the Intercontinental Championship. He accepted it… and then stared at it for several seconds. Unsurprised of it’s existence in his hands. He chuckled.

Elias growled from the corner he had crawled to. This was not over.

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