Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins watched worriedly as their friend Dean Ambrose continued his raging assault on any backstage items he could get a hold of, which was basically EVERYTHING. He kicked up a few stray crates here and there and whipped them at the solid ebony wall harshly. Dean was seeing pure red... And at that particular moment that's all he really wanted to see anyway.
Dean Ambrose was not a force to be reckoned with, everybody knew this, and that's why everyone avoided him at all costs or simply feared him to their graves. He was especially not a man you wanted to mess with when he was angry, which at this moment seemed like a complete understatement.
You see... The thing about Dean is that one way or another, he ALWAYS gets even with someone that has wronged him. May it be a triple power bomb brutally delivered to said person or "Dirty Deets" performed to said person, he ALWAYS got the last laugh.
"Dean... You seriously need to calm down... Please...?" Seth asked in a soft, yet cautious tone as if he were waiting for his brother to turn and attack him like he was his worst enemy.
At the sound of Seth's voice, as expected, Dean's head snapped up as venomous blue eyes glared harsh daggers through Seth's multi-colored head. 'Man...if looks could kill I'd be so dead right now...' Seth thought to himself, bravely holding Dean's murderous gaze.
"Calm... Down? You want me to fucking CALM down, Seth?!" he nearly shouted.
He took a few long strides towards the frozen in fear two-toned man, but before Dean could get any closer the tall Samoan, who had been quiet during the whole affair, quickly stepped in front of the youngest member and looked down at Dean with a stone cold expression.
"Enough of your temper tantrum, Dean. Seth's not the one your angry at, so focus that anger on the real problem at hand... Randy Orton." he said leaving no survivors in his tone or in his words.
God Randy fucking Orton... Just hearing that bastard's name made Dean sick to his stomach. Dean's jaw clenched, and he sighed loudly through his nose before tipping backwards until he felt his back gently hit the cold brick wall behind him.
"Im sorry Seth... I'm just... I'm just pissed off..." he muttered softly.
It was a pathetic excuse for an apology, but it was better than nothing at all. Seth grinned, and bounced around Roman to get to Dean like a child might to get to his presents behind his mother's back.
"Its okay Bud! I know you're just mad... I mean he did put his hands on your girl after all." he said in that 'I'm accepting your lame apology' sort of way, and even though he was still fuming, Dean's usually paper pale cheeks flushed a gentle red color.
Seth laughed softly at his brother's reaction to his words, and suddenly looked up at Roman questioningly.
"Hey Rome? What did the doctor say anyway?" he asked his voice tinged with curiosity.
Roman's light grey eyes met the bright energetic brown eyes of the Architect and then locked with the cold blue eyes of the Lunatic. He finally broke eye contact with Dean, and looked towards the trainer's room with a soft sigh escaping his lips.
"He said that she had a slight concussion and a bruised cheek... That's all. She's cleared to wrestle next Friday for Smack Down if she wants." he explained to Seth softly keeping his gaze off of Dean.
Dean growled lowly at the mention of her injuries and scanned the area around them quickly of any signs of that soon to be dead snake. With no such luck however, he sighed heavily once again and glared holes down at his shoes. His overly exhausted mind was reeling within his head as he recalled the events that led to this dark and dangerous outcome.
The Shield had been paired up against Randy Orton, Cody Rhodes and Gold Dust when Vickie had to come and reveal an "oh so brilliant" idea that two of the divas with the biggest rivalry were going to join in the fight. Those two divas just so happened to be Dean's ex, Summer Rae, and his current... Sort of... Kind of girlfriend, Emma (although he hadn't actually asked her to be his yet but everyone who was anyone knew she was HIS girl).
Vickie just loved to torture them in any possible way she could think of, and most everyone knew Dean was over Summer Rae. Honestly to him Summer was nothing more than a silly fling until he met Emma, because to him, Emma was his everything... She was his life.
He met Emma at a WWE Company Party, and he was really just sitting there, mulling over his break up with Summer in his head when the sound of shrill laughter from the dance floor caught his attention. He turned his gaze in that direction, and his curious blue eyes scanned the floor until he stopped instantly upon seeing the blonde Aussie just barely concealed by the small crowd of other bodies dancing around her.
She wasn't aware of it then, but he was watching her every move ever since the moment he saw her dancing her heart out at that party. She was always bouncing around with such charisma and energy outside and inside of work that others fed off it like leeches, but that didn't surprise him seeing as she was so beautiful, smart, funny, and helpful.
Anyway, back to what had happened before his 'episode'. Everything was going just fine. Dean and his stable were dominating the match for the most part, but things basically went south... Fast. Dean was tagged in and had been in the ring for an extremely long time or at least that's what it seemed at that particular moment, and he was beaten up and bruised pretty well, and he was barely able to get up let alone fight off Randy's brutal attacks that rained on him from left and right.
When Dean went for a tag so he could possibly get some kind of breather, Cody and Gold Dust knocked Roman and Seth off the apron like they were nothing and started to attack them outside of the ring. Randy had then turned to Emma slowly almost as if he was taunting her in his usual predator like way with an idea in his head. The poor girl stared at him in shock and fear unable to back away even though her fight or flight instincts were kicking in, because she knew she didn't stand a chance against The Viper.
Randy took full advantage of the fear, and grabbed Emma by her hair and dragged her through the ropes of the ring harshly. He sent a cruel smirk in Ambrose's direction before slamming Emma's beautiful blonde head right into the mat, leaving her sprawled out like a starfish and completely out cold from impact.
To say Dean had snapped would have been a grossly made understatement. He had switched into 'Lunatic Fringe' mode and gained an immense amount of energy, and grabbed Randy by the neck choke slamming him hard onto his back. Dean's body shook all over as he paced and snarled down at Randy as the conniving prick tried to stand up once again. His futile attempts only made Dean smirk as wickedly as the Joker and grab his head again performing a beautiful Dirty Deets to finish the job, but that wasn't enough for Dean, and he got on top of The Viper and began bashing his head into the dirty solid mat over and over again feeling no remorse whatsoever.
The ref, of course, warned him to back off, but when he didn't The Shield and Emma lost the match by DQ. It took everything both Roman and Seth had left after their match to haul their thrashing friend off of the limp body of Orton.
Dean wanted to murder the insignificant snake, but he soon remembered his blonde Aussie lying on the mat still as a door nail, and he turned swiftly on his feet ignoring his body's protest, and knelt down next to her within a moment gently turning her over onto her back trying to examine her bright red face. Dean was so focused on finding all of her injuries that he hadn't noticed the medics swarming the area until he was ordered to step back and let them take it from there. He looked at them in dazed warning before reluctantly letting her go, and watching helplessly as they carried her backstage to the trainers room.
"Dean!" Seth shouted out of nowhere, pulling him out of the trance like state he had succumbed to moments before.
Dean shook his head as if to clear his thoughts and looked to his friend with slight irritation written into his features.
"What, Seth?" he managed to ask between clenched teeth.
"The trainer said Emma was up... Did you want to go see her?" he asked casually.
Dean naturally shot up from the wall and ran to the room so fast that Seth and Roman were sure sparks of fire trailed behind him. Seth smiled softly and shook his head getting his answer through the man's actions before glancing up to look at the tall Samoan that had been virtually quiet the whole time.
"He really loves her, doesn't he?" Seth asked with soft awe.
Roman's lips quirked up at the corners slightly as he nodded his head in response, and turned on his heel walking down the hall to their shared dressing room in hopes of getting a nice relaxing shower and a little bit of shut eye before WWE moves to their next scheduled location. Seth, having no where else to go, wandered off in search of his hair twin sister, Kaitlyn.
Okay, enough of those two now back to the real story. Dean swung the trainer's door open, and Emma nearly fell out of her seat, her surprise nearly giving her a heart attack. She was shocked to say the least when she saw his concerned ocean blue eyes connect with her weary hues, and in that moment it felt like everything had completely melted away... Like time had come to a complete stop just for them.
Nothing else in the world seemed to matter to her as long as Dean was there with her she knew she would be safe. She was so enchanted by his presence that she hadn't noticed him taking cautious steps towards her and stopping right in front of her disheveled figure. His well taped left hand came up and cupped her bruised and bandaged cheek gently not wanting to cause her pain.
"Does it hurt, Emma?" he asked the girl quietly.
Emma smiled reassuringly and leaned into his touch slowly sighing in content from the contact.
"Not anymore... I'm fine now Dean, honest." she murmured tiredly.
Dean nearly growled at her as he pulled her arm roughly sending her crashing into his broad chest. Emma's eyes widened in utter shock due to the fact that Dean has never tried to hug her or anyone before.
He just really wasn't one for showing that kinder side of him, and a slow smile spread across her face knowing full well that she was the only one to bring this side of him out into the open... The soft, caring side of Dean Ambrose, The Lunatic.
"You're not okay... There is a fucking bruise and bandage covering almost half of your face! Your head is basically fucked too! He hurt you so bad... He had absolutely no right to hurt you, Emma..." he ranted becoming softer as he continued.
Emma just leaned back in the man's arms, and looked up at Dean gently rubbing his tense biceps with her soft and rather skilled hands.
"Dean... Why on earth do you care so much?" she asked him gently.
It was almost as if she were cooing to a small child. Dean looked down at her for a long time staring into her eyes with an impassive look before crashing his lips onto her soft, plump, pink ones. Letting out a quiet squeak, Emma's face heated up to a fascinating red color as she slowly kissed the man of her dreams back hesitantly.
The passion he put into the kiss spoke a million things for their new found relationship and it also lit something in her that she never knew was there. Wrapping her slim arms around his neck, she tugged him down a bit more and pressed her lips firmly to his in a soft spoken forcefulness while Dean's big hands cupped her waist perfectly as if they were meant for that spot.
Emma smiled happily into the kiss and pulled away slowly to breathe in the oh so necessary air her lungs ached for.
"S-so... W-what exactly does that make us?" she asked biting her lip cutely.
Dean's eyes darkened a bit upon seeing her bite her lip the way she did, and he rolled his eyes playfully before giving her a rare, but genuine smile that was only meant for her loving eyes.
"Well... Every Joker needs his Harley Quinn doesn't he?" he asked her.
Emma giggled softly at the analogy and looked at him almost skeptically.
"Joker, Dean?" she asked.
He only smirked at her in response before pulling away from her completely leaving her to shiver slightly in the wake of the cooler air.
"You're going to go find him aren't you?" she asked staring at his back somewhat concerned, but not for Dean's safety.
Dean smirked the same wicked smirk he had in the ring and looked over his shoulder at his Harley Quinn.
"You know Joker fits you rather well, Dean. I mean you are a very twisted lunatic." she said matter-of-fact.
He turned towards her again, and gently pecked her lips offering her a sly wink. Once again he turned away from her towards the door and began walking out of the room ever so slowly.
"What can I say babe? I'm just a sick guy.