Summary: He had slain the beast. He had the title. He had his brothers back. He had everything he ever wanted. His story was finished... wasn't it? Not necessarily. OneShot.
*a/n i: For the lovely caylendar because she taught me to believe in this ship
*a/n ii: Who would have thought that picture Seth posted of him and Bex today kissing would inspire a fic from me? I'm just as surprised as you, dear reader. Now let's see if I remember how to do this…
Disclaimer: Ahem… as much as caylendar wants me to own WWE, I sadly don't and just like borrowing other their toys.
He honestly wondered how he had gotten here.
It all felt like some bizarre dream.
He was holding the Universal title in his hands and gazing down at it in awe. Brock was scampering off with Heyman, their tales tucked between their legs. His brothers were safely in the back of the arena watching and cheering him on.
He took a deep breath as he felt the crowd's emotions wash over him.
They knew, as well as he did, this was a cumulation of an almost four-year journey. From being the duplicitous backstabbing weasel to becoming someone he hated to losing everything from a major injury to turning into a true wrestling hero to reuniting with his family one last time.
He had slain the beast. He had the title. He had his brothers back. He had everything he ever wanted. His story was finished... wasn't it?
Not necessarily.
For every beast slayer needs love in their life.
As he rounded the curtain, his love was waiting for him in the gorilla on the far side just out of the way. Her fiery, red hair not yet done up for her main event match later that evening. Her makeup hadn't yet been applied. She wore a yellow jacket with one of his favorite band t-shirts underneath, and a pair of black leggings with ankle boots making her almost as tall as him.
He caught her eye and her smile never faltered. He tried pushing through the crowd in the gorilla to get to her. Then realized he had to thank all of those in the area for what they had done for him over the years. He sometimes hated the backstage politicking of wrestling, but he'd worked so long to get this title and he had no intention of losing it anytime soon.
She stood there patiently waiting for him. Finally, he made it to her. He swept her into his arms. She struggled against him at first because he was drenched in sweat, but after a few seconds, she accepted his embrace. She held him close whispering how proud she was of him in his ear.
When she once again made eye contact with him, he leaned in and kissed her.
There were camera guys swarming around them snapping photos of everyone, it was WrestleMania after all. He heard the camera click as it captured this moment in time. They would have to bribe those photographers later to not publish this particular photo on the internet, but he wasn't worried about that.
It was in this moment he knew his story wasn't over. Oh no.
She was his new beginning.