#anagapesis

“i’m sorry”. how could these two words mark the end of fourteen months so easily ?

the answer was simple: they didn’t. because deep down you knew it had already been over for weeks. when you noticed that his embrace became stiffer, that his lips against yours felt dull for the first time, and that his eyes started to lie.

“since when ?” you asked, freeing your bottom lip from your teeth that were digging in the flesh, “since when are you lying ?”

maybe it had been more than weeks. months? or maybe he had always lied? yet at that moment, while ironically standing outside the café where your first date had taken place, his gaze had never seemed so honest.

kageyama knew he was the bad guy, he had spent many sleepless nights crushed by this thought. you deserved an answer, but how could he give you one when there simply wasn’t ? he did not know when the lies had started, but he knew that they were ending today.

“ANSWER ME !” you yelled, furiously punching his shoulders.

he grabbed your wrists as the lump in his throat began to throb painfully. his grip was shaky, but not as shaky as your hands who desperately needed something to hold on to.

“sorry…” he let out quickly enough not to let any tear stream down his face.

“stop fucking apologizing !” you begged him, refusing to look at his face because you knew it’d make the pain ten times sharper - if that was even possible.

your mind felt like a foreign place. hate and love did not mix well in there, yet neither one could get the upper hand. they were equal for the first time.

your vision was getting blurry as kageyama released both of your wrists. you thought he was going to leave. nothing was holding him back anymore, what had to be done was done.

but he stayed. he stayed and finally gave you what you wanted: an answer

“you think i wanted that ?” he told you with a voice in which anger and sadness mingled together. “you think i liked feeling like an impostor every time i woke up next to you? every time you held my hand? every time people talked about you? you’re not the only one i’m disappointing…”

and that’s when a crack went through your heart. a drop of blood spread on your tongue from biting your bottom lip, leaving a metallic taste in your mouth.

kageyama’s breath was heavy, and for a moment you wondered if it was from holding back tears. slowly but surely, you felt your anger aim for something other than him, something invisible that some people called fate, others destiny.

“i’ve never wanted to see you unhappy… i just thought you’d feel the the same about me” you articulated between your sobs.

kageyama was hurt, and you loved him enough to know it was true. but how could you not be mad at him? how could you not be bitter? because of him, your entire body felt stiff from the throes of heartache. no… not heartache. heartbreak.

“this isn’t right. you’re not even fighting for us” you kept speaking, hopelessly trying to make him say something, anything that would ease your pain.

but kageyama remained silent, scanning every inch of your face like it was the last time, simply because he thought nothing would ever bring you back to earth. 

there were a thousand words he wanted to tell you. he wanted you to know that he had not planned on getting tired of the way you giggled at his awkwardness, of your soft hands holding his warm and sweaty ones after practice, of the way his senses were overwhelmed by each and every one of your kisses.

“are you… are you dating someone else ?” you asked in a whisper.

your heart beat faster as these words got out of your mouth. you had noticed his feelings slowly disappearing, but it had never crossed your mind that there might have been someone else. and just the thought of that was enough to make you want to throw up.

“no” he answered right away. “there’s not, i promise you”

your jaw clenched. did promises still matter? words were just words after all. and if he had been able to say « i love you » without meaning it, he could easily lie about everything else.

but little did you know that kageyama would have preferred that there had been someone else. and the explanation for that was really simple.

if he had cheated, then everybody would have blamed him for being an asshole. even he would have blamed himself for that. but no, his only fault in breaking up with you was to be human, someone who didn’t have control of his emotions.

he knew he owed you a reason, he wanted to give you one, but there just wasn’t one - apart being human.

the salty tears on your cheeks started to dry, and you took that as a sign that it was now time for goodbyes. final goodbyes. these were the hardest words you had ever had to pronounce. sure, « words were just words », but you were saying goodbye to so much more than him.

goodbye to the confidence he had built in you, goodbye to the tingly feeling in your stomach when you woke up, goodbye to knowing that someone was there for you no matter what. goodbye to your first love and everything that it implied.

kageyama knew what he was doing, he knew it was the right thing to do, for both him and you. yet he still felt the urge to wrap you in his arms one last time before letting you go.

but he didn’t. he stayed still, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he watched you walk away out of his reach, and eventually disappear at the corner of the street. the exact same way the spark inside of him had disappeared.

everything had come full circle.

It didn’t help that chaos had somewhat erupted yesterday on Twitter. During Smackdown, Seth had made a tweet saying that the WWE Universe deserves a champion who actually shows up to work and he’s going to give that to them when he wins the belt. Of course, this caused Paul Heyman to respond and since Seth couldn’t keep his mouth shut, he retaliated. You highly expected this to drip into RAW on Monday. 

“Hello? Earth to y/n?” Jason waving a hand in front of your face was enough to bring you out of your trance. 

“Huh? Sorry.” 

“I said, I’m about to head out. Do you need a ride?” Jason was now swinging the keys of the rental car he was given between his thumb and index finger. 

“Uh, yeah. Thanks.” You were planning on getting an Uber back, considering the fact that all three members of The Shield were currently using it to go shopping. At the start of the week, you were pretty bummed out that you wouldn’t be able to go with them during their planned excursion but after Seth’s Twitter stunt, you were more than happy to attend your meeting with Jason. However, you had dinner plans with the guys. Which meant that you had to still deal with Seth’s overall presence. Well, at least you weren’t rooming with him

This week, you were with Dean. Granted, after your heart’s malfunction last week, it wasn’t that much better. Nothing else had happened since then, but that memory always seemed to linger in the back of your mind. 

“Alright, let’s head out.” Jordan led you out of the gym and towards his rental car. 

* * *

Later that night, you sat next to Roman in some fancy restaurant you had forgotten the name of. You tried to convince the boys to go to a diner, but it was Seth’s turn to choose where to eat and he wanted an expensive steak. Of course, this resulted in Dean complaining about “rich people stuff”, which you entertained every now and then. 

“Did you guys want to do anything special with our gear for Rumble?” Seth asked, drowning out Dean’s comments. You took a sip of your cocktail with raised brows before responding. 

“Shouldn’t you have done this sooner? It’s, like, in two weeks.” 

“I’ve gotten gear in less time,” Seth waved off your concern as he turned to Roman and Dean. “So, new gear?” 

“I mean, Roman’s idea of new gear is just changing his vest color.” Dean prodded the older male with a smirk. 

“At least I change my gear. Jeans and a tee-shirt can only get you so far.” Even though Roman was bickering back, there was a smile plastered across his face.

“He kind of has you there, Dean.” You chuckled. “I think it would be nice for you guys to correlate your gear in some way to showcase that we’re still a stable even though you’re doing different stuff.” 

“You’re in on this too.” Seth’s words made your nose crinkle. Since the formation of the Shield, your gear has stayed the same. Even as the manager of both The New Day and Dolph Ziggler, your gear has roughly been the same style, just different color variations in order to fit with your client’s colors. Really the only difference was your leather jacket was swapped with a bomber jacket when you were with The New Day. You felt comfortable with the way you presented yourself via clothing. 

“I don’t know about that.” 

“Oh come on, it might be cool.” Roman’s words weighed on you. 

“Fine.” You grumbled in response. 

“We could always bring back the vests.” Seth propositioned. You immediately shook your head. 

“Absolutely not. Ro could take it, but every time you and Dean put on those vests, you guys complain about how uncomfortable they are. I’m not dealing with that again.” Even though it felt weird to see the gang in their own gear when you divided them, it did stop this from happening. 

“Fine. No vests.” Seth grumbled. “We can just figure out a way to match.” 

“How about we use the Cerberus heads?” Dean asked. Oh no. The Cerberus heads had always been a sore subject amongst the four of you. The Cerberus logo was created by WWE’s marketing team shortly after the group had obtained the “Hounds of Justice” moniker. Subsequently, it was then put on most of the faction’s merchandise. Roman was the most vocal about his feelings towards the icon. He didn’t like how it only represented the three men of the group and failed to include you in any way, shape, or form. Dean thought the logo was cool and was very on-brand with the Shield aesthetic. Seth never really put a firm stance on the subject. 

 “I’m alright with using it,” You managed to get your opinion in before Roman opened his mouth. Despite this conflict lasting years, the symbol didn’t really bother you. You agreed with Dean that it fit the overall reputation of the group, but you also thought it was insanely sweet of Roman to stick up for you. 

“Are you sure?” Roman questioned, which caused you to nod. 

“Alright, Cerberus it is,” Seth affirmed. “Now we just gotta figure out how to incorporate it.” 

 “I mean...I’m probably just going to put it on my ves-” Before Roman could even finish his sentence, Dean cut him off. 

“Wow. Your vest? What a shocker. Innovate, even. Fashion icon of the year, everyone.” This earned him a glare by Roman. 

“Haha, very funny. What are you going to do? Huh?” 

“Well, that’s easy. I’m-shit, what am I going to do?” Dean’s smile quickly dropped. Roman chuckled before you came up with an idea. 

“Well, I still have those Shield patches they gave us. Maybe you could put them on the pockets of your jeans? Small, but noticeable.” 

“You still have those? And travel with them?” Seth questioned. When the merch department first made the patches back when the Shield was at its peak, they had given you roughly ten for promotional purposes. Now, even years later, you still kept four in your backpack. You weren’t exactly sure why, you just never remembered to take them out when you were home. 

“I mean…it would make people look at my ass,” Dean commented, seemingly approving of the patch idea. You just rolled your eyes, ignoring both of their comments. 

“Rollins, do you have any ideas for your gear?” 

“Yeah,” He answered almost a little too excitedly for your liking. “Know my Deadpool gear?” Within the last couple of years, Seth had been modeling his gear off of some of his favorite comics and television series. 

“That’s the one you wore during your and Dean’s championship run, right?” You asked. Seth nodded. 

“Yeah. I had my crosshair logo on the side of my thigh. I’m probably going to put the Cerberus logo in the same spot and change the red details to blue.” You were slightly happy that none of the guys came up with out-of-the-box crazy gear ideas. With the amount of time you had to order them, it was good they stuck to alterations to their normal gear. With that all settled, you took out your phone and wrote down reminders to yourself. 

“Sounds good. When we get back, I’ll get the patches so we can iron them onto Dean’s jeans. Ro and Rollins, if you want to give me the contact information for the people who make your gear, I can give them both a call and arrange something.” While you tapped away on your phone, Seth decided to bring up your outfit. You didn’t know why he was pushing the concept of you joining in on this, but you had already agreed to it. 

“How about you?”

“I have zero clue.” You admitted. Seth had a familiar glint in his eye, which indicated that even if you didn’t know, he did. “Alright. Spill.” The brunette shifted in his seat, somewhat happy you recognized that he had an idea. 

“Do you own a denim jacket?” 

“No...why?” You eyed him suspiciously. 

“A friend of mine who works in the gorilla is an amazing painter. She does these really cool designs on the back of denim jackets. She could probably whip up something really cool with the Cerberus logo on the back.” You had to admit, the concept was intriguing. It also made sense considering the fact your back was facing the crowd almost eighty percent of the time. 

“I have an old denim jacket that you can use.” Dean suddenly interjected. 

“I don’t want to take your stuff, Dean.” You attempted to refuse his offer, but he simply shrugged at your words.

“Take it. I keep bringing it on the road thinking I’m going to wear it someday, but it’s been two years at this point. Plus, I don’t think it even fits me anymore.” You begrudgingly accepted, mumbling a small thank you to the older male. 

“It’s settled then. I'll text Jessie and see if she can do it.” You watched as Seth excitedly got out his phone and tapped away on it. You were somewhat intrigued about how the final products would look like a cohesive unit, but you tried to hide the way Seth’s excitement was rubbing off on you. 

* * *

On Monday, you stood in the gorilla side-by-side with Seth. The monitor in front of you depicted Paul Heyman and Brock Lesner in the ring, talking about the Twitter feud Paul and Seth had. 

“We should probably go out there, huh?” Seth asked as he tore his attention away from the screen. You stared up at the television for a few more seconds then sighed.

“Yeah, I guess.” As you and Seth made your way to the ramp, you felt a sense of dread bubble up inside of your stomach. Paul Heyman was a legend for multiple reasons, but on the top of the list was possibly his reputation as one of, if not the best, manager in WWE history. It didn’t help that this would be your first time going head-to-head with him. However, you knew that all three of the Shield boys had a previous history with him and Brock. By the time you had approached the black curtain that separated the gorilla from the rest of the arena, you could hear Paul’s voice loud and clear. 

“You see that belt? That WWE Universal Championship belt?” Paul’s voice boomed from the ring. “By winning that belt, earning that belt, Brock has proved himself! He doesn’t have to show up every single week because he’s already put in the time and effort. Know what Seth Rollins has proved? Nothing. Absolutely-” Seth’s music rang out through the arena, causing Paul to pause and look at the ramp in anticipation. When you and Seth walk out, you see Brock cracking his neck. You do your best to ignore the image and bring the microphone you were holding up to your lips. 

“Y'know Paul, as much as I would love to agree with you, you’re wrong. Rollins has proved himself time and time again throughout the years. Not to mention, Rollins beat both Samoa Joe and Elias within the past two weeks. Brock Lesner hasn’t had a match in three months. If everyone took time off when they ‘proved themselves’, more than half of the locker room would be inactive.” 

“That title doesn’t mean you just get to sit there and do nothing. If anything, that means you work harder,” You didn’t know Seth even had a microphone until this point, which made you inwardly groan. You were so focused on this, that you didn’t even notice that he had begun walking down the ramp until he was halfway down it. You tried your best not to let out a shocked noise and ventured after him. “You don’t just give up and turn your back on the WWE Universe. Hell, if I was the WWE Universal Champion, I would work my ass off to give the people the champion they want. What they deserve.” 

“Well, we all know you don’t have the best track record when it comes to promises, Mr. Rollins.” Paul’s words stung, but you managed to suppress your feelings on the matter. “Hasn’t Brock defeated you and your…brothers…,” Paul added very prominent air quotes around the word brothers. “Enough over the last few years? What makes this time different?” You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Seth jumped to his own defense. 

“Firstly, I have a fire lit under my ass. Second, I have her.” Seth jerked his thumb in your direction. You looked at him with furrowed brows, not exactly sure how to take the compliment. Around the arena, you saw members of the staff shift uncomfortably. According to the timecard, the first match should have started by now. You wondered if anyone actually knew that Brock would be showing up for work that day. Anxious for both this match to be locked in place for Royal Rumble and the show to continue, you decided to make your move. 

“Well, if you’re so sure Brock is going to win, there’s no risk in having a match. Brock. Rollins. Royal Rumble. The winner gets the title.” Despite the nonchalant tone in your voice, you could feel the hold on your mic tighten. Paul opened his mouth to reply, but he quickly shut it upon Brock speaking to him. You couldn’t tell what he had said since the wrestler didn’t have a microphone in his grasp, but Paul’s contorted look told you it wasn’t something the two agreed on. Paul seemed to shoot Brock a look before he reverted his attention back at you and Seth. 

“Seth just earned himself a one-way ticket to Suplex City.” With that, the crowd erupted in various cheers. As Seth’s music hit, you heard the faint inklings of a ‘Slay the Beast’ chant starting. 

* * *

The two of you had barely entered backstage when you saw the giant smile plastered across Seth’s face. Upon you noticing, it only seemed to get wider. 

“See?” Seth extended his arms. “We still got to the same endpoint that we wanted. It’s amazing what a Tweet can do.” You only narrowed your eyes at him. 

“You’re insufferable, Rollins. Normally, when someone says they have a plan, it doesn’t mean you can just go off and do your own thing!”

“Well, my plan was the one that worked.” He looked way too proud at that moment. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me. I’m the one who proposed you go after Brock in the fir-” You quickly decided that there was no point in arguing with him when he was like this. “Anyway, did Dean give you the jacket, by the way?” You had watched Dean sort through his bags for roughly a half-hour last night until he had pulled out a light blue denim jacket you would be using for your new custom gear. 

“Yeah, I dropped it off to Jessie before the show started. She said it’ll be done the day of the Rumble.” 

“Alright. I sent out the email for your gear the other night, still waiting for an answer but I’ll let you know when they get back to me.” You explained. Seth nodded. “What’s your plan now that you have the whole night off?” Due to this whole fiasco, you didn’t bother booking a match for Seth tonight, which actually helped in the long run. 

“I’m going to do some weight training and then probably take a nap, didn’t get much sleep last night.” You shot him a questioning look, mentally hoping everything was okay. Seth must have somehow felt your uneasiness because he was quick to explain. “Ro and I were playing Call of Duty until four.” Your worrying thoughts shut off like a switch as you glared at him. 

“Again. Insufferable.” 

“And you wouldn’t have it any other way, right?” Seth teased. 

“Whatever, Rollins.” You quickly turned on your heel and made your way to catering in order to suppress the urge to agree with him. 

The moment you had stepped into catering, you saw the familiar figure of Finn sitting alone at one of the tables. You grab a water bottle and a pudding cup before making your way over to him. 

“One match down, huh?” Finn smiled as you sat down in the white fold out chair across from him. 

“Actually two,” You dropped your voice just low enough for only him to hear. “Jason’s in the Rumble.” 

“Oh, really?” Finn asked. You nodded and opened your pudding cup. 

“How’s the IC title going, by the way?” Upon your question, Finn’s mouth molded itself into a frown. “That bad?” 

“Completely nonexistent. There’s not an IC match because Kevin’s too busy trying to help Sami with his feud.” For the last couple of weeks, Kevin Owen and Sami Zayn had managed to rekindle their on-and-off-again friendship, which was extremely impressive considering they were on separate brands. No one was exactly sure if Kevin was officially moved over to the Smackdown show, or if he was just squatting there until Shane McMahon found someone else to pick on. “I was placed in the Rumble.” 

“I mean, at least it’s something, right?” You shot Finn a smile just as you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket. You quickly fish it out and see a text from Jason on the lockscreen. 

From: Jason Jordan

Heads up. You might wanna pay attention to the next segment. 

You looked up at the television that was fixated onto the wall to your right just in time to see Kurt Angle standing next to a monitor with the words ‘Triple Threat’ written across it. 

“In order to figure who will be going up against The Bar at Royal Rumble, we’ll be having a triple threat match tonight between the Shield, Gallows and Anderson, and the Revival.” With that, the screen transitioned to the card graphic with all three teams on it, and Michael Cole’s voice basically reiterating what Kurt said, along with the usual comment from Corey Graves. They also mentioned that that current champions, The Bar, would be watching from the sidelines. Thankfully this didn’t jumble up your plans too much, considering Roman and Dean had a match against The Revival planned anyway. And knowing how this industry worked, you had a feeling that match was no longer going to happen so the tension could be more prominent during the triple threat. 

“Why can’t anything just go according to plan?” You mumbled as you crossed your arms. Deep down, you knew that this was for the best. Due to the fact the contract signings were happening the next week, your plan had basically failed already. When you had originally made the binder, you hadn’t factored in managing the GM’s son. You had a feeling this triple threat was Kurt’s way of realizing this. After all, Kurt did say he would try his best to get all of the guys the opportunities they would need to align them with title matches. 

You knew it wasn't right, but you knew it wasn’t exactly wrong either. When you had first entered the industry, you knew practically nothing about it. Thus, you didn’t realize exactly how cutthroat it could be until you were thrown to the wolves and stumbled throughout the whole first year of the Shield’s assembly. When the four of you agreed to protect against injustice, you had actually meant it. While others around you fought dirty and did everything they could to tear you down, you had always tried to take the high road. Even after you had one of your own showcase that same injustice you were trying to fight against. After years of dealing with seeing the malice, others can create, striking up a deal with Kurt just to open a few more doorways of chance was probably the most harmless thing you could have done. 

“Hey, at least they’re the main event now.” Finn let out a hearty laugh, which distracted you from the sinking feeling inside of your chest.

* * *

After a short conversation with Alexa about the match she had earlier that night, you found yourself searching the gorilla front-to-back for Roman and Dean. You eventually found them standing towards the entrance. As you approached, you noticed Seth was with them too. 

“Speaking of y/n,” Seth commented when you joined the group. You furrowed your brows and looked between the three men. 

“Should I be scared?” 

“No,” Roman responded. 

“Yes,” Dean quickly answered at the same time. You stood there for a second in a dumbfounded manner and ran a hand over your face. 

“Know what? I don’t even want to know.” You quickly reverted the subject to something else. “Are you guys ready for your match?” 

“Yeah, all set,” Roman said and was accompanied by a nod from Dean. 

“You guys are going to kill it.” Seth smiled at his faction members. 

“Do you want to stand ringside with me?” Seth seemed taken back by your question. You knew it must have been hard on the guys to break apart from one another after just gaining momentum. Hopefully, their championships would ride them out through Wrestlemania and until Summerslam. You definitely didn’t want to reunite them too soon, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world if they lost their titles after a few months of having them. Until then, you wanted to make the distance less awkward for them. 

“Nah,” Seth surprisingly shook his head. “I don’t want to end up costing them the match if something ticks me off.” On one hand, you wouldn’t have put it past the Revival to use Seth as a weak point. On the other, it would have been nice not to be the one dodging wrestlers for a change. 

“Suit yourself.” 

It wasn’t long until The Revival’s music could be heard throughout the arena. Seth bid you three goodbye then exited the gorilla, mumbling something about getting a decent vanilla latte. You didn’t question this, it was known even outside of your little circle that Seth was a coffee connoisseur. He was always complaining about the coffee in catering. The next music to hit belonged to Gallows and Anderson. As they headed down the ramp, the three of you walked over to the curtain. 

“You guys ready to get a Rumble match?” Dean asked as he stretched. 

“Why should I be ready? It’s riding on you two,” You commented nonchalantly. Roman raised an eyebrow at this.

“So it wouldn’t affect you, or our win, in any way if I managed to somehow lead Dawson towards your direction?” You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“You wouldn’t dare.”

 “You’re right, he wouldn’t,” Dean smirked. “But I would.”

Ambrose…” You gave Dean a glare, who casually threw his hands up in defense just as his music hit. With the blink of an eye, he scooted behind the curtain and out onto the ramp, leaving you and Roman standing there. Not even a moment later, Roman’s music played. 

When the three of you stood on the stage, the crowd erupted in cheers. Granted, they weren’t as nearly as loud as when Seth was with the group. Yet, matter how many times you had heard the fans screaming, it always put a smile on your face. It was a sound for sore ears, considering the fact you had been booed every single night when you walked out with Dolph. 

The three of you headed down towards the ramp and entered the ring. As usual, you gave Gallows and Anderson a friendly smile. Before anything else could happen, The Bar’s theme began to play. The pair eventually climbed into the ring and held the titles over their head. You watched from your position of leaning on the ropes as all six men eyed the belts. You pushed off of the ropes and stood in between Dean and Roman. 

“You guys got this,” You gave them both large smiles and placed a hand on each one of their shoulders. This managed to catch Roman’s attention since he looked down at you and nodded. However, Dean seemed fixated on The Bar. When Sheamus and Cesaro got out of the ring, you did the same. The two men sat down at the two chairs near ringside, their attention focused on the match that was about to start. 

It wasn’t until the ref had asked the guys to get ready when Dean finally broke from his trance. You looked at him with a worried expression. 

“Should I go first?” Roman asked as he roughly patted Dean’s back. Dean grunted out a response before he climbed out onto the apron. You heard the bell ring, signifying the start of the match. The first two up were Roman and Dawson, both starting strong. In the opposite corner from you, Gallows and Anderson fidgeted as they awaited their opportunity. Most of the time in triple threats, you had to look out for unsuspecting tags from members of the opposing teams. It might just make more sense to tag in someone not on your team to get you and your teammate time to rest. Other times, it was about tagging yourself in when the person near the ropes was preoccupied. Your gaze shifted from Roman to Dean. You quickly shouted out advice to Roman, who had Dawson in a headlock. 

“Don’t let him get you near the ropes!” Roman’s side glance was enough to tell you he understood. With that settled, you crossed your arms and turned to Dean. “What’s up with you?” Dean’s nose scrunched up at your accusatory tone. Yet, his eyes didn’t leave the match. 

“Nothing?” 

“Uh-huh,” You looked back over to where Roman was. Dawson had broken out from the attack and was now attempting to twist Roman’s arm behind his back. You shouted words of encouragement to the Samoan before turning back to your conversation. “Spill.” 

“I just wanna wipe those smug looks off of their faces, that’s all.” Dean cocked his head in the direction of Sheamus and Cesaro, who watched the match intently with the belts still firmly in their hands. “Now will you stop being annoying so I can focus on the match?” There was no sound of malice in his voice, despite the hard look his face had contorted into. His eyes were trained on the movements of Dawson. Even though you weren’t quite satisfied with his answer, you decided not to press further.

Not even ten minutes later, the match had gone to hell. Not that you didn’t suspect this, just not this quickly. Roman managed to go for the pin on Dawson, but Anderson had broken it up since they hadn’t gotten a turn yet. This caused Dean to go after him, resulting in a brawl on the floor. This led to Gallows running over to help his partner. During the commotion, Dawson tagged in Wilder. You watched all of this with furrowed eyebrows, unsure of what to do. You let out a large sigh of relief when you saw Dean quickly bounce up to his feet after laying out both Bullet Club members. You weren’t quite sure how the lunatic had been able to do it, but you were glad he did.  

In the blink of an eye, Dean ran over and touched Roman’s back, making him the legal man. This went unnoticed as Dawson and Wilder continued to attack Roman. A large smile spread on your face as Roman pushed Dawson towards the ropes, giving Dean room to pin Wilder. In one fell swoop, Dean performed Dirty Deeds. You watched in awe as the ref started the three count.

One!  

Gallows and Anderson were both on the outskirts of the ring, unable to get up as they groaned in pain. 

Two! 

Roman still had Dawson sequestered in the corner of the ring. 

Three!

And just like that, it was over. The Shield had officially earned themselves a shot for the tag-team title at Royal Rumble. You quickly rushed into the ring to celebrate with Roman and Dean. Dawson glared at the three of you as he helped up Wilder. You went to go congratulate Dean but stopped when you saw him staring at Cesaro and Sheamus. Both men were now up on their feet, with their titles slung over their shoulders. Both gave equally deadly glares towards Dean and Roman. By this point, Roman had joined in on the staring contest. Once the Shield’s music hit, Sheamus and Cesaro headed up the ramp, leaving the three of you to celebrate in peace.  _______________________________________________________________

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