"Shit"

Dean Ambrose blinked up at the lights in the ceiling as his vision swam. The last thing that was clear in his mind was receiving a Sister Abigail from Bray Wyatt, onto the solid concrete floor and then being shoved head first into the rough brick wall.

The match.

He had to get back to the match, he would not, could not be the reason that the Shield lost to the fucking scarecrows, especially not at Elimination Chamber.

Groaning as he sat up, the hallway he had been left in swam before him for a moment.

Dean slowly got to his feet and then staggered towards the sound of the crowd.

His whole body ached but he was used to that, but the pounding in his head was more annoying.

Just as he reached the door towards the crowd he heard Lillian Garcia's easily recognisable voice echoed back to him

"Here are your winners THE WYATTS!"

"Fucking shit!"

The door received a kicking before his head span again and he collapsed against the wall.

"Shit."


"Erm, excuse me?"

Knock, knock, knock.

Dean had been lying on the medics bed, ice pack pressed to his head, bored and pissed off that a medic had been the first one to find him and forced him to get checked out. He knew he was fine, he had taken way worse before and he just wanted to get out of there but Raynor, the medic in charge had put his foot down and insisted he be checked for a concussion.

Knock, knock, knock.

He sat up, dropping the ice pack and looking to the door of the office. A very nervous girl was stood in the doorway.

She was cute. Short ash blonde hair cut to her jawline and glasses that magnified her green eyes. She held a radio in one hand and a clipboard in the other and was eying him warily.

"What?" he asked bluntly, more bluntly than he intended.

"Mi-Miss McMahon wants to see you."

Dean sighed.

"Yeah sure. I'll be there in a minute."

"A-actually she um, she asked me to escort you there." The girl couldn't meet his eyes, seemingly nervous of his reaction to this revelation and this almost made him laugh despite the fact that McMahon giving him an escort pissed him off.

"Well come in or get out, either way shut the damn door" he muttered and the green eyed girl immediately ducked out of the room muttering,

"I'll wait outside."


"So what does she want?" he asked, gum in his mouth and hand rubbing the back of his head a little as he walked with the cute intern or whatever she was towards Stephanie's office.

"I-um I really don't know Mr Ambrose"

"Dean" he corrected her and smirked slightly when she blushed and pushed her glasses up her nose as they had started to slide due to her looking at the ground "You got a name kiddo?"

"Oh erm, er Kendra, Mr Am - Dean"

As they approached Dean heard the McMahon woman before he saw her. She was barking orders at someone, a referee as it turned out as Kendra and Dean rounded the corner to find Stephanie looming over some poor referee who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else.

"Now go and do what your paid for!" Stephanie ordered before catching sight of Dean and his chaperone drawing closer.

"Ah Dean! Thank you for bringing him Kendra. That'll be all for now but stay close in case I need you." she dismissed the younger woman with a wave of her hand and Kendra gulped before turning away and busying herself with her clipboard.

"Now Dean, I know you must be upset about your loss tonight and I know that you and your friends have not been seeing eye to eye with myself or my husband recently but I have a job for you and well... something of a surprise as well."

Dean didn't like the look on his boss's face. She was smiling but it was anything from nice or endearing or comforting. Stephanie pushed open her office door and gestured for him to go inside.

Dean sauntered inside, glancing over his shoulder to see Stephanie enter behind him and close the door, then, when he turned to face the room in it's entirety he felt himself freeze.

"Sup Jonny"


"Sup Jonny"

It was one of the very few times in his life that Dean Ambrose, Jonathan Good was lost for words.

The girl sat on Stephanie McMahon's couch, who was leant forwards with her elbows on her knees and who was twisting the rings on her right middle and ring fingers, that girl, she had changed a lot since he'd last seen her but there was no mistaking those piercing amber almost orange eyes, that familiar twitch of the left corner of her mouth, that wild mane of curls that he had seen in all it's variety of colours.

Black, brown, ice blonde, pink, it had been candy floss blue the last time they had crossed paths.

Right now however it was a shade of deep dark red, all natural not like Evie Mary or whatever her name was.

But that wasn't the important thing right now.

Because it was Chris.

Chris goddamn Cranson.

Well what the shit.


Ta da

Hope this was enough to get you interested, hopefully there will be more soon.

I write as much as I can but I have work and school so it can be delayed sometimes.

I love feedback, I love hearing what you like, what could be better, what you want to see, let me know y'all!

So who is Chris?

Thoughts?

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Geronimo xx