Then. Now. Forever.

3. Raw

Kayla Reigns

I watch on the monitor as Randy enters the ring. Opening the show after Mania, pretty big honor. I smile as I look at the ring on my finger. Unfortunately that's not how we're starting off the show tonight.

Romans individual music plays and he walks through the curtain, mic in one hand, Seth in the other. I slip on a headset so I can clearly hear what he's saying.

"Randy Orton, we have an opportunity for you." Roman shoves Seth forwards. "And it starts now."

He turns and walks backstage. Ro walks over and watches over my shoulder as Randy climbs out of the ring to get him.

30 Minutes Earlier

"Dean, lead him around this corner, I'll take it from there." I say as the three of us stand huddled together. I know the camera is on us so I stay quiet.

"You sure you want to do this again?" Ro turns his head asking me.

"Damn straight." I put my fist out. "Shield on 3."

They match my fist. "1. 2. 3. Shield!" We pull our fists back and Dean runs around the corner.

"Give me a boost?" I ask Ro as I turn to the staging equipment stacked against the wall.

He nods and laces his fingers. I step in his hands and he pushes me up until I can get a solid hold. I crouch down on the top.

"Go wait around the corner."

I hear Dean start yelling, then I hear footfalls as Seth chases Dean around the corner. Dean has a good enough lead on him that he can duck behind the equipment before Seth rounds the corner.

He slows down, carefully working his way forward, looking for Dean. "Hey Bieber!" I yell swinging down and falling with my full body weight onto him.

We fall to the ground and he wheezes for air as I climb off of him. I grab the back of his neck and lift his head up off the ground.

"You fucked with the wrong Family, Rollins. You could of had everything with us." I drop his head and give him one sharp kick in the ribs. "C'mon boys."

Dean and Roman walk around the corner. They stop just short of me, I nod to them and they turn their glare to Seth.

15 Minutes Earlier

I walk into the room to see Seth tied to a chair. I ignore the cameras set up in the corners. He looks pissed off, and slightly beaten up. Roman stands off to the side, Dean is standing against the back wall, glaring at Seth. He glares at me and opens his mouth to say something snarky.

"Shut it." I growl at him.

Roman stands up from where he was leaning against the wall. "What's your plan?"

Seth stays silent. His glare still fixed on mine. "C'mon Sethie! You know you want to tell us." I lean in close to him. "You know we won't do anything... too terrible, anyways."

"You think I would tell you what Triple H has planned?" He tilts his head back to look at me.

"I know you would." I start walking in a circle around the chair. "See, you're loyal, and you're loyal to the shield."

"Am not! And you know it!" He yells.

I stand behind him and put my hands on his shoulders. I motion to the camera in the corner. "Doesn't matter what we know. It only matters what you're new leader thinks when he sees this."

"It's in your best interest to talk to us Seth." Roman reasons with him.

"Never." Seth spits at him.

"Fine!" I walk in front of him and put my hands on my knees. "But wrong choice, Boys, do what you want, just get him to the ring in fifteen." I wave my hand and walk back out the door.

Now

I take my headset off and turn to Roman. "He give us anything to work off of?"

"Not much. All we got was that the girl their bringing in is going to be from NXT. I think it's the current champ."

"And why do you think that?" I question as we walk down the hallway towards our locker room.

"He said 'once she loses her gold.'"

Sonya Deville. "Well we'll pay her a visit Wednesday night. But let's get ready for our entrance."

Main Event Entrance

Roman called for his rematch right away. We filmed one of our old camera segments for it. He stands quietly behind the curtain, waiting for our music.

"Don't worry we got this." I say putting my hand on his shoulder.

Dean and I aren't leaving ringside no matter what. I have my bat, and I'm itching for the chance to use it on someone.