The footsteps of Dean Ambrose are heavy, quick paced as he made his way through the building; fingers combing through his wet hair before stuffing his hands in the pockets of his black jacket. His threatening blue eyes scanned every area in search of his love. It was so easy to pretend that he hated the gorgeous man; it gave him an excuse to stir up trouble inside the ring, to watch him and monitor his every move, in the ring and out. He watches everything the man does. Ambrose had found himself with a certain affinity for those rich, ecstatic brown eyes; and he was certain that every time he was twirling his shoulder length black hair around his finger like a subtle tease, that Seth Rollins was thinking about him, being with him; devoting himself to him.
Dean Ambrose was a man obsessed; the desire he felt for the other Superstar was unlike anything else he had ever experiences. He was convinced that it was quite the opposite; due to his charismatic nature, Seth was the one obsessed with him. Seth couldn't get enough. Seth wouldn't leave him alone. Seth was everywhere every time he turned around.
He stops in his tracks once he reaches the guerrilla position. His love standing there, Seth's arms around his boyfriend's neck, sharing soft, sweet kisses like the slut he was, with the large Samoan who was standing over him with this protective, ferocious nature - he was only gentle with the younger man. He couldn't live with the idea that the man he wanted was out there, throwing himself at the leviathan.
In the reality that was outside of Dean's mind, Seth Rollins had been in a committed relationship with Roman Reigns for several months now; blissfully happy and still enjoying that "honeymoon" stage of romantic bliss. Ambrose wanted to break both of their necks; to feel the Samoan's bones crushing in his grip, to hear those gorgeous screams, to watch blackness fill the brown eyes of the man he loved while the life drains from his body. Seth had deserved his fate from his taunting teases…
Dean wants to do more than just merely watch as Seth's lips are just gently caressed by a soft flick of Roman's tongue. The action alone making Ambrose lick his own lips in desire; his fingernails cutting into the flesh of his bare thighs when his hands found their way out of the jacket he wore to the ring. His nails dug deeper until they had found the blood beneath his skin as Rollins' cheeks flush red; turning away from the actions of Roman so shy and tenderly. His nails deepen as his lust grows. Rollins had a particular thing about him that made him even more desirable: his virginity. There was something behind the unsuspecting idea that he was so young, pure and unused; not letting his relationship with Roman Reigns go too far over his own comfort zone. Dean releases an unsteady, breathy sigh of ecstasy as a small stream of blood pools under his nails and drips from the scratches. He had every right to Seth Rollins.
The cue of his music sends him past them quickly; giving Roman a dangerous look while he tried to ignore Rollins asking an array of questions based on his hair, looks and choice of wrestling attire for the match tonight.
The annoyed and angry look was evident from the expression on Ambrose's face, even the way he walked and paced the ring. Getting his hands on Rollins was worth the few moments of waiting. He smirks at the sound of the music hitting and impatiently awaits for him to step out of the smoke covered entrance. Seth breathes heavily; and Dean takes mental notes immediately. He watches those shapely legs and sculpted thighs as he jumps onto the turnbuckle, every muscle rippling perfectly, every strand of wet, wavy black hair falling in such a tempting manner. He observes him with such a sharp intensity, eyes focused and teeth bared. Ambrose wanted to rip the flesh off of Seth's body. He corners himself against the turnbuckle, staring down the man before rising, pacing impatiently and tossing his jacket aside with his last stride.
Ambrose's glare is enough to make the referee back away, allowing him the space to stalk around Rollins, pacing around the ring in one full turn, rushing him violently and squaring up against him; attempting to take him down and backing him into the ropes. Seth breaks the hold, shoving him back aggressively and attempting to not look unraveled by the chilling laughter coming from Ambrose's throat. Dean crouches like a wild animal stalking prey, Seth bouncing on his heels and staying away from him for a second square up.
Dean locks around his waist, digging his nails into him hard and hearing the soft squeak coming from him was easily won prize. Rollins throws him off immediately, taking a few nervous steps back; glancing at the referee. Dean smirks and watches when Seth comes stalking toward him; his attitude change seeping through. Dean stares at the bulge in his trunks as he rises up to his feet much faster than before when Seth is within a few feet of him, he grabs him sharply around the hips, shoving him into the turnbuckle, holding him tightly up against it and grasping hold of his arms; purposely rubbing himself up against Rollins' crotch, Seth jumps, reacting immediately and his face flustering, unsure if it had been accidental or not, he falls to his knees when the official distracts Ambrose and gets him to step off.
Rollins quickly gained the advantage; a series of chops and nearly knocking Ambrose out of the ring when he backed him into the ropes; grabbing at his bulge again, Seth's aggression and violent streak came out quickly, and this time he sends him through the ropes without any issue.
Ten minutes into the match, and several displays of pure violence later Seth is laying on the apron of the ring, holding onto his bleeding mouth, Dean licking his lips as he prowls toward him, listening to the soft mewls coming from his love. Ambrose hadn't quite realized just what a darkness Seth Rollins had inside of him when he stepped into the ring; the person he was outside of the ring was rather …different. The sinister version of Rollins made him even more intrigued, more obsessed.
Not thinking, not looking and showing off a bit: Ambrose is hit hard with Rollins' finisher when he's distracted, and he was pinned just as quickly.
He only wishes he had a drop of Seth Rollins' sweet blood on him to lick off of his body while he's spread out on the mat.
Rollins is handed his NXT title by the official and helped to his feet. With only a slight struggle, he jumps to the top rope and displays it for the screaming fans. Ambrose grins at the man; of course he would have nothing less than a champion under him.
Dean breathes heavily on the mat, listening to the sound of Seth's feet jumping down back into the ring and him going out over the second rope. He rises slowly just to watch him leave, getting a perfect eye full of his shapely ass.
Every inch of Rollins was so perfect.