Last night was unforgettable; however, I had to wake up and attend Vince's meeting about tonight's Raw from what he said a couple of days ago. I stared at the ceiling and loudly groaned as it woke up Ashley. 

"I don't want to get up." I groaned again after rubbing my eyes.

"Babe, you need to." She said. "You have that meeting with Vince, remember?"

"Yeah, sadly." I sighed. "Also, Ambrose said that he and Renee would take you out shopping today while I'm at that meeting."

"Renee texted me before we went to sleep last night and I told her I would hang out with them today anyways."

"Alright. I just don't know what could happen if you were alone again."

"Me either, but I promise that everything will be alright and I will let you know what happens."

"Okay. I love you." I smiled, "I have to get going."

I left the hotel and drove to the arena to talk with Vince. I had no idea what he was planning for me tonight. And the Royal Rumble was also around the corner, too. Later, I pulled into the parking lot and walked inside Vince's office.

"Vince?" I said entering the room. "Are you in here?"

I wandered around his office until I heard the door open from behind me and he sat down in his chair.

"Take a seat, Roman."

I sat down and he handed me some paperwork to look at.

"Roman. Since the Royal Rumble is around the corner, I want you to know that you are going to be this years winner and that you will successfully retain your championship."

"Really?" My eyes had widened.

"Yes, and the next week after the Rumble, you have to drop it to Sheamus; with whom will eventually lose it to Brock Lesnar in this upcoming storyline. The good news is that we have everything planned out for you. You'll be facing Brock Lesnar for the title comes WrestleMania."

My smile faded.

"Well that sucks, Vince. I respect the storyline and I'll go through with it." I agreed and signed the paperwork.

Ashley
When I watched Roman leave to attend his meeting with Vince McMahon, I decided on getting dressed with some jeans, a floral shirt with some open-toed heels, doing my makeup and fixing my hair. Renee called me a few minutes after I finished preparing myself and said that her and Dean would arrive at the hotel in ten minutes.

Looking at the time, I had three minutes to spare and I rushed everything. I didn't look terrible, but I couldn't wait to hang out with her and Dean. It's been forever since I've last talked to Renee. Actually, ever since my in-ring debut.

After getting ready to leave, I heard my door knock and I looked through the tiny peephole and seen it was them.

"Hey!"

"Hey, Ash. Did Roman leave to his meeting with Vince?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. I've been bored for about an hour. How long do we have before the show?"

"About five hours." Renee said.

"Alright, should we get going?" I asked.

Roman must have told Dean to make sure that I'm alright at all costs because Dean has never acted like this towards me before. Very protective, if you will; like a big brother. The whole situation with Seth trying to kidnap me must have him terrified that something could've happened to me yesterday.

"Ash, are you doing alright?" Dean asked, breaking my trance.

"Yeah, I'm just missing Roman."

"He misses you too. He knows you're safe with us and he's supposed to meet us at the arena soon. He said after his meeting with Vince, he was going to work out for awhile at the gym until we were on our way."

I decided to text him that Dean and Renee picked me up and that we're at the mall.

"Dean and Renee just picked me up and we're at the mall. You have nothing to worry about because I'm sticking with them the entire time."

"That's good baby! I'll see you in a few hours?"

"Yeah, I'm just getting some new jewelry and clothes and I'll arrive to the arena with them soon. I love you."

"I love you too. Just let me know when you guys come to the arena because I'm about to work out."

I went back to hanging out with Dean and Renee and bought some cute jewelry and clothes; then we went out to get some ice cream after two hours of having fun and we headed over to the arena to meet up with Roman at the backstage area.

After we arrived, I walked into the arena with my luggage in hand and seen Roman at the vending machine getting a bottle of water. He heard me running towards him and I embraced him with a hug, feeling reunited.

RAW - January 12, 2015

After a few matches, Big Show made his way out to the arena and started talking about irrelevant things and suddenly changed the topic to Roman.

"I know better, which brings me to Roman Reigns." The crowd cheered.

"You see, I personally don't think of Roman Reigns as competition," The crowd booed him, "He's not. To me, Roman Reigns is WWE's version of the NBA's New York Knicks, who are on a fifteen game losing streak; by the way and when Roman Reigns faces me, you know I'm gonna take this big fist and I'm gonna knock Roman Reigns out, and then Roman Reigns is gonna be the losing streak. He ain't gonna hop in the ring; hop in a chair and sit next to Spike Lee and then he can be just like all of you, a bunch of losers watching me dominate the WWE."

The entire crowd erupted in boos as Big Show kept running his mouth.

"You boo? Ladies and gentlemen, Roman Reigns is a loser; and if you're a Roman Reigns fan, then by proxy, you're a loser too." He said.

Roman's entrance came on as he came down from the crowd and had his eyes locked on Big Show with a devilish grin.

"Get in there, Roman. You got a giant waiting on you!" Lawler said on commentary.

Big Show stepped out of the ring as Booker T began to laugh at the sight of him cowering in fear.

"Show man, where are you going? I thought I wasn't a threat!" Roman laughed.

Roman started smiling at him, teasing him with laughter. "Look, I get it. I'm not a threat to you. That's because I don't want your spot. But I came down here to tell you I remember when you won the WCW championship from Hogan. I remember that, you wanna know why? Because, I was like only twelve-years-old, maybe?" He said with an awkward facial expression. "But, it's a great story which reminds me of another great story that involves a giant. Can I tell you a story, Big Show?" He started smiling at him. "Because, it goes a little something like this. Once upon a time, in a land far, far away; there was a little boy named Roman Reigns."

The crowd started laughing and cheering at the same time.

"And Roman Reigns, he had magic beans! And those magic beans sprouted a giant beanstalk! So, little ol' Roman, he climbed that beanstalk. Would you like to know what he found?" Roman said as he treated Big Show as if he was a little child and reading a bedtime story to him. "He found a goose that lays golden eggs, a magical harp and a whole pile of golden coins. But, OH NO! There was a giant protecting all that treasure. So, Roman Reigns said screw the treasure; I'm gonna kick this giant square in the mouth. Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am. The giant's teeth are down his throat!" He briefly paused as he looked at him again, "And as the giant was picking himself up, Roman. He prepared for the fight of his life. But, the poor little giant, he walked away all cowardly." Roman pouted as he twiddled his fingers towards Big Show. "Proven that he is the only loser in the entire kingdom." He said in a serious tone while leaving Big Show feeling embarrassed.

"And that whole part about being a loser," He grinned, "I'm talking about you, pal. Believe that!"

I couldn't keep a straight face as he cut that hilarious promo, treating Big Show like a small child. When I seen him arriving backstage, it looked as if part of him thought it was cringe to say on the microphone; and another half was thinking it was hilarious to treat a grown man like a little kid.

It wasn't long until Dean had a segment with Stephanie McMahon after a few matches happened.

"I understand that when you were taken to the hospital last week after SmackDown that you were unruly. You had erratic behavior and then you checked yourself out of the hospital. Therefore, I deem you a threat; not only to yourself, but to others. And because of that, we have Dr. Corbett here who's a doctor in abnormal psychology and he will be evaluating you here tonight, Dean." She paused, "And if you don't pass that evaluation, then you will not be competing in the Royal Rumble match. Now, Dr. Corbit, your office is sat up right next door." Stephanie said.

"Alright, thank you. Dean, come with me." He said.

Dean walked with him into his office, sighing in boredom.

"Now, Dean." Dr. Corbett paused, "You know why you're here?"

Dean started to get situated and glanced over at the psychologist, "Is it because I've been a bad whittle boy?"

"Well, actually that's what I want to find out. I want to know what makes your clock tick."

Dr. Corbett paused.

"So, before we begin. Why don't you sit back, relax and reflect."

The room was silent after Dr. Corbett told him to relax. Seconds later, the clock next to him began ticking and he looked at it like he was going to destroy it with a mallet. The psychologist began to look concerned with Dean's awkward behavior and started writing down on a notepad quickly.

Getting back his attention, he sternly looked at him. "Now Dean, I want to do right now is some image association therapy. Basically, I want you to do is say the first word that comes into your mind upon seeing an image-"

"THURSDAY!" He interrupted him.

"Ha-ha," He said nervously, "No, uh, you first gotta let me show you the image, okay?"

"Sorry." Dean apologized.

The psychologist showed a picture of Hunter. Dean looked at it, "Irritable Bowel Syndrome."

The crowd laughed.

"Okay, alright, that's different."

He showed a picture of Seth that made him furious on the inside, "Scumbag!"

Then he showed him a picture of Roman, "Brother."

"Alright, getting somewhere."

Then he showed a picture of Kane smiling. "Toothpaste," referring to his old dentist gimmick, Isaac Yankem.

He then shown him a picture of the legendary Hall of Famer, Hacksaw Jim Duggan, Dean thumbed up the picture and yelled, "HOOOO!"

Lastly, showing a picture of Stephanie McMahon. "HOOOO!"

The crowd started laughing at the joke he was making towards Stephanie; referring to her as a hoe.

"How am I doing? Am I doing pretty good, right?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, fantastic." The psychologist said sarcastically.

Later on, the camera rolled back onto Dean and the psychologist as he was wearing glasses and noticing that the psychologist was laying down on the therapy bed.

"I think we made a lot of progress here today, I really do." Dean said as the psychologist was pretending to sob while adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses.

"And my dad, he never hugged me! Every time he would, it was horrible!" The psychologist said, sobbing and hitting the side of the couch.

"It's okay man, I understand your pain. Listen, I really enjoyed our session here today. I hope I've been able to help you work through some of your problems. Listen, about that adolescent stuff. Don't worry man, you won't go blind."

"Thank god!" He said with relief.

"Trust me. Listen, just sign these papers and I'll make sure that you get the professional help that you need."

"Okay, thank you sir,"

Dean was about to leave the room and said, "Hang in there." 

He paused, "Oh, and by the way, I think you're a spineless, gutless, screwed-up piece of cow-dung."

"Why?" He asked.

Silence filled the room. Dean squatted down to Dr. Corbett and looked him in the eyes. "And yes, it is weird that you sit down to pee!"

He pretended to sob afterwards as the segment ended, making the whole crowd erupt in laughter. Dean was a phenomenal comedian.