A/N: This is going into AU territory so Brock Lesnar is not a part time wrestler like he is nowadays.

31 year old Dean Ambrose growled lowly as he opened his eyes… and looked down at himself when he felt something on his clothes.

It was then that he snapped into awareness.

Blood… along with spray paint and a stray bullet having grazed his left shoulder… the newly crowned Intercontinental Champion slowly stood up on his shaky legs and stumbled into the nearby room, finding the lifeless body he had been dreading to find.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! What do I do?! Call 911?! No, they'll arrest me! They always suspect the crazy wrestler!" Dean whispered harshly, looking over the young woman… she had to have been around the same age as Amanda, if not younger.

Panicking, Dean looked through his Samsung Galaxy s8 and dialed Amanda's number.

"Deano? What's wrong?" Amanda asked, sounding groggy.

"Mandy… I think I fucked up bad. Really bad." Dean manages to say.

"How bad?!" The 27 year old asked, Dean hearing Finn waking up in the background and asking "Mandy, what's wrong, babe?".

"I think I might've killed someone…" Dean says, cringing when he heard a sharp scream from Amanda. "It's traumatizing, I know but I need help in hiding her somewhere and cleaning the blood up!" He says.

The two hung up and Amanda and Finn got up and got dressed, Amanda scooping her tousled bluish black hair into a ponytail before she and Finn grabbed the room keys and headed down the hall to Dean's room.

"Dean couldn't have done it… he's gotten angry before, we all have… but to the point of murder? It couldn't have been him." Amanda says quietly, Finn cupping her face into his hands and her hands resting on his arms.

"I don't think it was him either but he does need our help… he is our friend, Mandy." Finn says.

The two kissed before reaching Dean's room, Dean opening the door and dragging them in the room… he closed the door and saw the looks in their eyes when they saw her.

"Just found her…" Dean says, Amanda walking over and crouching down… nearby, she saw a wallet that she knew wasn't Dean's. Using nearby napkins, she picked it up and opened it.

"Driver's license says that her name's Liara… she's… she was about 27…" Amanda says, closing the wallet and setting it back down before throwing the napkins away. "Dean, we have to go to the cops." She says after standing up.

"No!" Dean says.

"Dean! This woman is someone's friend, someone's sister, someone's child! She doesn't go back home, they're gonna call the cops!" Finn says.

"Just like with Snuka when he was-" Dean says, cut off by a resounding slap from Amanda that sent him reeling back.

Dean looked at her as Finn tried to calm Amanda… and both knew that her emotions were running high at the mere mention of the late Jimmy 'Superfly' Snuka having been charged with an old murder back in 2015.

"Sorry… I'm sorry, I… I didn't-" Amanda tries to say.

"No, kiddo. I shouldn't have brought that up, that was wrong of me." Dean says, knowing that Superfly's death earlier this year was still a sore subject for Amanda.

She didn't know much about the Nancy Argentino murder case from 1983, only what Jimmy had told her when he felt that she was old enough to understand… and even then, it still upset her.

Finn looked closer when he noticed something under Amanda's left eye, an abrasion… it took up part of her face because she was smaller than them but he also noticed an imprint that looked like it was from a ring.

"Dean, look at this." Finn says, Dean looking closer and seeing the initial C and, although broken up by the small cuts, Martinez was also visible on Amanda's face.

"Damn, someone got really pissed." Dean says, finding a small ziploc bag and putting some ice in it before zipping it and handing it to Finn, who pressed it to Amanda's face.

"Wait, do any of you remember anything else from last night after the Clash Of The Champions pay per view? I don't remember a damn thing after beating Alexa." Amanda says, the newly crowned Raw Women's Champion finding that her memory was a blacked out mess after her match.

"I can't remember a fucking thing." Finn says, the new Universal Champion resting one hand on his girlfriend's back.

All three jumped at the loud banging at the door.

"Guys, open up!"

Amanda walked over, cautiously opening the door and sneaking out into the hall, seeing Brock.

"Damn kid, you look terrible. What happened?" Brock says, lightly holding Amanda's jaw in his right hand and examining her face.

"Brock… something royally fucked up happened." Amanda says, Brock knowing that the seriousness of the Demon Mistress's voice meant trouble.

And the Beast knew that it also involved the Demon King and the Lunatic Fringe…

Brock let Amanda knock on the door, Dean opening it and letting them in before Brock closed the door, his eyes widening in horror.

"Sweet merciful… damn it, she's just a kid. What do we do?!" Brock says, locking the door.

But none of them knew how to properly handle this… with no memory of anything after last night's pay per view, they needed to think of something.