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monday night, 6:30 PM, Pensacola, FL.
I sat next to Colby and Dean as we watched Vince make his way to the ring, getting ready to make an announcement regarding Leati.
"Last week, Roman Reigns came out here and said some things about myself and Brock Lesnar, which he shouldn't have said," Vince started, making me grab Colby's arm.
"I told you that you should have watched," he told me as I widened my eyes.
"None of you told me he started shit with Lesnar," I frowned.
"The repercussions that Roman will face will affect his teammates, too," Vince continued as Sheamus and Cesaro, and Randy and Hunter came in the hall, making Dean and Colby stand up defensively. I looked back to the screen and seen Vince announce the suspension of Leati, Colby, and Dean before Leati came out from the crowd, taking Vince off guard.
"Get out of here," Colby warned them as I stood up, and he grabbed me roughly to shove me behind him. While the six stood off, I watched the screen as many security guards entered the ring, latching a pair of hand cuffs on Leati's wrists.
"Colb," I whispered, but he ignored me. I watched again as Leati cleared the ring of the guards, despite being in cuffs, and Brock's theme began playing, taking Leati off guard.
"You guys aren't going anywhere," Hunter said sternly, crossing his arms.
"Colby," I said louder, making him look at the screen. My chest tightened as Leati looked down to his cuffs and Brock and Paul Heyman made their way to the ring.
"That's what happens when you fuck with us," Randy said, smirking. I slowly moved to the side of Colby before taking off running, slipping between Cesaro and Randy, speeding down to the entrance ramp.
"Stop!" I cried out as I seen Brock throwing Leati around the ring like a rag doll. The crowd cheered at the sight of me, but booed once I was pulled into Paul Heyman's arms, my body unable to break free.
"Get the hell out of here!" he shouted at me.
"Brock, stop!" I screamed, pulling my arms from Heyman's tight grasp. I watched as he delivered suplex after suplex, making Leati groan in pain.
"Reigns deserves this!" Heyman told me before I swung my head back, smashing his nose with the back of my skull before I slid in the ring, but not before Brock delivered an F5 onto the steel stairs.
"Stop it! Get the hell out of here!" I shouted angrily at Brock before peering down at Leati, who laid lifeless. Brock laughed at me, putting his hands on his hips as I kicked the steps out of the ring and walked to the side of the ring where Leati laid.
"What are you going to do?" he asked me as I knelt down to try and help Leati.
"God, Le— Roman. C'mon, lets get you out of here," I frowned at the sight of his bruised wrists and bloodied lip before I heard Brock cuss at me. "Excuse me?" I asked, cocking my head to the side as medics jogged around the ring with a stretcher.
"I said, do something, bitch!" he repeated, making me stand up as they pulled Leati from the ring. I furrowed my brows as I looked from my love to Brock, who stood with a smug smirk on his face.
"Luna, stop," Colby's voice echoed through the arena, making both Brock and myself look to the ramp, where him and Dean stood in handcuffs, Paul and Randy holding microphones for them. "Just leave,"
