Sanctuary

Chapter Thirty Three - The Finale [3/4]

  There's one more chapter until the end. Hope this is as intense to read as it was to write.

"I can see the looks on your faces, the growing temptation to do something spiteful."

My eyes glanced to Dean and Seth, both of them baring their teeth like real life hounds. All our fists clenched at our sides, our feet inching to begin moving towards that fucking ring.

I felt the raw emotion radiating. The sight of Roman's body tied to that chair was a tough one. His hands and feet were bound, duct tape was around his head to cover his mouth.

He looked like something out of a goddamn movie. His chest was slumped forward, blood basically covered his entire face but I still knew his eyes were closed as his head hung.

His T shirt was torn and he had cuts and scratches along his arm. They'd definitely ambushed him.

"Let me give you a rundown before you do anything," Heyman paused. "There is 3 of you, 4 if you count your very confused General Manager -- there is 4 of us, 5 if you count myself and 6 if you actually take into account that my Beast Incarnate is equal to 2 men."

Brock squared his shoulders, giving us a cocky smirk.

"Should you choose to storm this ring, you will go down and not just that, but my group is not fighting to fend off - no, no, no - my group has been instructed to make sure that none of you leave this ring without at least one broken bone; so you make the call, you wanna cause more chaos?"

I looked over at Danielle, pity washing over me as I realized how confused, angry and fearful she was.

Paul laughed, "I take it that's a no? Good decision."

She sighed. "Have you ever considered that there are alternative ways to getting what you want besides public temper tantrums?"

"Oh yes I have - tried them, didn't work but this sure got your attention." He used his kendo stick to lift Roman's chin so that we could see the blood all over his face. "What is it about it? The fact that he's your friend, the fact that he's their friend, the fact that he's an employee, the fact that you were in his bed on New Year's Eve or the fact that his family is forced to see this up close?"

My attention briefly went to where Reigns' mom had her hand clasped over her mouth, his sister was horrified and pinning her daughter's head against her shirt to shield her eyes.

She didn't say anything and he continued, "You know why I'm here. I want my match - tonight. I want to put Valientina and Blake in it, so there's no separate bout. My entire group vs what's left of yours; the losing team's manager will quit."

The crowd was getting riled up at the idea and Rollins and Ambrose both appeared to be all for the match. But Danny was biting her lower lip,

"Mr. Heyman, there has to be anot-"

"Mr. Heyman? Mr. Heyman!" He laughed loudly. "Do you hear that? Now I'm Mr. Heyman! Are you sure you didn't mean 'fat ass' or 'walrus' or many of the other derogatory terms you've used for me? You're so obvious when you're trying to be a kissass. Glad that you're finally afraid of me, hopefully it means my demands will get met. Brock."

On that word Lesnar got into the ring while Cesaro and Punk made their exit to take his place at the end of the ramp.

"Now," he continued, as Valientina stooped behind Roman's chair to untie him, "Madame General Manager, this is what's going to happen next, you're going to sign the carefully outlined contract or else..."