Author's note:
The characters here are all fictional. Any interpretation of the WWE Superstars or Divas is based on their fictional personas, and hence only in-ring names will be used. The real athletes are not a part of this story due to my own ethical issues with real-person fanfiction. All original characters are my own. This is an edited version of the fanfiction which can be found on my scorpion-queen tumblr account.
[Dean]
I'm not a nice guy.
I'm not even that concerned about it; the way I figure, everyone fucks you over anyway, so why give them the time of day? I know what you're saying. Rollins and Reigns right? Fine. I trust them, I work with them, I even like them. I don't expect it to come scot-free. I don't expect my life to get any brighter or shinier with them in it. I just expect justice and a lot of the fights I deserve.
Why am I so pessimistic? Well, when I think about being Dean Ambrose, I think about being the guy who had everything taken from him, the guy who's just a little bit crazier every day… that doesn't scream optimism there, now does it?
Just today, I fucked up some newbie diva's match. I went right out there, and got her disqualified. I don't even know the girl, but I know who she was fighting… one of those Bella sisters who are pretty snuggly with our next targets. Rollins and Reigns didn't have to do anything much, I mean, they were divas. You don't need a fucking atomic bomb to swat a fly. Ask me about it again if I ever have to face Chyna, but that night, I felt pretty fine doing the work myself.
I can't even remember which twin I hit; I try to figure it out but then I wonder if I really care. I don't. Anyway, one of them ate mat when I pulled her off the turnbuckle, the other was screaming her spandex off, and that girl in the ring with her just stared at me. She just sorta stood there. So I messed up her first match, so what? She looked mad. How tragic. If only she'd know what tragic really was then maybe she wouldn't be so annoyed at watching justice play out, even if it was a little inconvenient for her. The most amusing part was when she rushed me when I was at ringside. Cute.
I don't know about you, but I'm not easily impressed with rookies.
'But you used to be a rookie too, Dean!'
Yeah, yeah. I've heard it all before. I earned my stripes the hard way, I've stabbed a man in the head with a fucking fork, I've done it all.
I just stood there and laughed at her. See? I'm not a nice guy.
So that girl was a little madder than I thought.
Apparently her name's Cecelia Arden; not very tall, not very built but apparently very smart. See, we had a plan to take out Rhodes and Sandow backstage. We were halfway there too, when we saw her, just standing near them, smirking. Next thing you know, she grabs one of those twins and sends her careening towards us. Rhodes-Scholars turn tail and run the hell away.
So much for the element of surprise. I bet Ms Cecelia thinks we're even now; Reigns and Rollins aren't happy, but they think it's a waste of time getting her back.
That's okay. Time for Dean to have his fun.