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monday night, 7:30 PM, London, England
I stood in the ring with a mic in my hand, shouting out how I am sick of how some people are treated in this industry, basing my promo off of CM Punk's pipe-bomb. No matter how much you hate the guy, you can't tell me the pipe-bomb wasn't iconic.
"An example, ladies and gentlemen, there are a lot of women and men for that matter who are kissing Vince McMahon's ass!" I shouted, the crowd cheering me on. "Example number one; Brock Lesnar. The man gets what he wants, when he wants it. Example number two; Triple H.
I married the boss's wife and now I get whatever I want because I'm a good boy!"
I falsely mocked him, making the crowd laugh.
"Example number three; Kane. Every single person in the Authority has their asses wiped for them. They are all just annoying, privileged, rich kids who get extra goodies from McMahon's party,"
I was stopped in my tracks as the Authority's music began playing, the members of the Authority, Randy Orton, Triple H, Stephanie McMahon, and Kane, all made their way to the ring. I put my hand on my hip and waited their entrance, before they all got into the ring, cornering me.
"I'd watch what you say, Luna. There's no telling what the Authority could do to you," Triple H spoke sternly into his mic, making my eyes roll.
"You three won't do anything to me. I've got back up on my side, and if you do so much as lay a finger on me, they'll be here," I threatened them, my eyes peering to the crowd.
"Oh yeah? Who would that be, huh?" Kane asked me, getting closer to my face.
"Not your time to worry about it, Mr. Director-Of-Operations," I smirked, pressing my hand to his shoulder. "So, you are director of operations, right?"
"Yes," he nodded.
"And so, that makes you the D.O.O," I smirked.
"Usually it's just D.O, but yes,"
"So, multiply it by 2," I said, leaning back against the ropes. "And you've got your self one red-hot, steaming pile of DOO DOO right here, ladies and gentlemen,"
"What?!" he shouted as the crowd cheered, his mic being thrown to the mat. I belched up a Dean-inspired laugh and raised my arms up in the air, making the crowd cheer.
Before I knew it, Kane's hand slammed to my throat, taking me completely off guard. I grabbed onto his wrist and attempted to pull him away, but his grip only became tighter. Randy and Hunter and Stephanie backed away, their eyes growing wide with fear of what would come next.
I was lifted up higher than the top of his head before being slammed roughly down onto my back, sending a sharp pain through the left side of my body. I clutched the back of my head with one hand and held my ribs with the other, tears filling my eyes as the pain of my probably now fractured ribs became unbearable.
"Roman Reigns! Roman Reigns!" The crowd began cheering before I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me up to my feet. I leaned into him, and I opened my eyes to see the ring cleared of the Authority and Colby and Dean barking demands down at them as they walked back up the ramp.
"Are you okay, babygirl?" Leati whispered in my ear deeply as I caught my balance.
"No," I whimpered, grabbing onto the rope for stability.
