Retaliation

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This is fictional. This is based purely on my imagination and being overly eager to bog myself down with too many stories going on at once. I only own Jordyn, as I created her.

A/N: I know. Another story. I don't learn my lesson, but this one was nagging at my brain until I would write it. This one is kayfabe, though. So...there's that. Hope you enjoy! I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts on it this far. Love you guys! XoXoXo

Dean fucking Ambrose. That name made Jordyn Starr cringe. It made her blood boil. It induced her gag reflect, at times. She couldn't even bear to look at that face of his. That bastard had ruined her ability to watch WWE programming, though she continued to watch it anyway. Every single thing about the Unstable one got under her skin. His face. His voice. The way he walked. His mannerisms. Everything just pissed her off. Anything he did, any move he made, any word he spoke absolutely disgusted her.

And Dean just thought he was so great. He acted like he was some lunatic who didn't care about anyone or anything. Right. Just some disturbed guy with a rough childhood, a hard life, and no consideration for the consequences of his actions. Well, all of that was true…especially that last part. But he needed to learn a lesson. Dean Ambrose needed to be put in his place. He deserved to learn that not only did his selfish actions impact other people, but those actions would also creep back up and bite him on his ass…hard.

Jordyn angrily paced around her living room. Part of her was reconsidering her whole plan. After all, having been so close to the Lunatic Fringe for nineteen years made it slightly difficult to hit him where it would hurt the most. But then again, Mr. Ambrose didn't consider those same nineteen years when he left her for the good life he was looking for.

That was exactly what she had to focus on. He left her. After everything that they had been through together, Dean left her without thinking twice. She was doing exactly what she knew she should have. She was going to be giving him exactly what he deserved. This would be her form of justice…retribution…revenge. Jordyn finally stopped pacing, her hands coming to rest on the waist of the extra low rise jeans that clung to her bottom half like a second skin.

The last nearly five years without Dean had pushed her hard. She was determined to, not only succeed, but to knock his disloyal ass down a number of pegs, as well. Jordyn walked over to her full length mirror, checking herself out. The jeans looked like they were made for her. Her black, fitted, short-sleeved, low-cut crop top showed off the bad ass six-pack that she had gone to the gym six days a week for the last four and a half years to maintain. Her top showed off the feminine but still muscular arms that she had worked on consistently for the same amount of time she'd worked on the rest of her body…about four and a half years. Jordyn may have weighed one-hundred and forty pounds, standing at five-foot-three, but she could bench press nearly one-hundred and fifty pounds without much effort. She was quite physically fit, and she had an hourglass figure, being chest heavy and having some junk in her trunk. And that was something Jordyn knew she may have to use to her advantage, if she had any problems getting what she wanted. She wore her black knee-high leather boots. Her long, straight dark brown hair was casually resting in front of her shoulders. Her makeup was fairly simple, though flattering.

Jordyn took a deep breath. "You can do this, Jor. You got this," she encouraged herself. After all, Dean always said that the backstabbers deserved their punishment. And justly so. He would deserve everything she had in mind for him.

Jordyn had given up everything for Dean. She busted her ass to take care of him for years. They had created a life together, and he walked out on her. She wasn't going to let him off so easily. Sure, it may have been five years since it had happened. But she had been biding her time. She was waiting for her perfect opportunity. And she was more than confident that that opportunity was finally ready to present itself. She just needed to do a little bit of legwork. But after what Dean did to her, it would be more than worth it.

"What are you doing?" Jordyn asked, walking into the bedroom that she and Dean had shared for six years.

He looked up at her, like a deer caught in headlights. "You're home early," he commented, his voice shaking, as he pulled away from the bag that he had just zipped shut.

She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. I told you that I was working a half day today. I went to the dentist, remember?"

"Oh…yeah. How'd that go?" he asked, clearly very nervous.

"Fine. No cavities. Are you going to tell me what you're doing?" she asked again, dropping her bag on the dresser, as she walked over to him.

"Oh…uh…I'm packing," Dean nonchalantly replied.

"Well, I can see that. Where are you going?" Jordyn continued to question him.

"Uh…Florida."

"For what?"

"Well, it's a funny story, actually. I got a call today. Well…a few calls. I thought it was a prank or something, but the WWE offered me a contract, and they want me in Florida to start," he explained himself to her.

A smile immediately took over her previously stern features. "Oh my God! That's amazing, Dean! I told you it'd happen!" She paused, her face quickly losing all traces of happiness. "You weren't gonna tell me, were you?"

"I mean…I was gonna leave a note."

Jordyn took a deep breath and let it out. "Are you leaving me?"

The look on his face was all she needed. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her eyes focused on the floor. Dean stood in front of her. "Jor, I'm sorry. I just…"

She looked up at him. "You just what? The world is so big and bright for you now that you don't need me anymore?"

"No…"

Raising an eyebrow, she stood up. "Bullshit." Her hands found their way onto her hips. "Now that I've supported you and have taken care of you for all of these years…that I spent my entire life with you, now you get your big break, so…what? I'm not good enough for you anymore? Is that what this is?"

"It isn't that."

"Then, what is it, Dean? I'm dying to know!"

He looked incredibly uncomfortable. "I just..uh…" He scratched his head. "I…uh…I'm gonna be in Florida…and you're gonna be here. I mean, we can't make…you know…that work." He was pretty sure that he was moments away from being slapped across the face.

"Dean, we have been together every day of our lives, in some way or another since I was five years old. And you don't think we can make it work?" She laughed bitterly. "I have been working two full time jobs. I haven't had a full day off since…I can't even remember when. And I did it with a smile on my face because you had to work on your training. I never bitched about being the one to pay all of the bills. I never complained that I'd come home after working in the office, and then, spending the night bartending, and you were on the couch watching TV. I never bitched about any of it. And you always told me that one day, you would get your big break, and we would never have to worry again. I wouldn't need to work so hard, so much. We would be okay. And when that day finally comes, you pack your shit to leave me?"

Dean remained silent, his eyes roaming around the room, refusing to look at Jordyn. She willed away any urge she had to cry. She wouldn't let him see her fall apart. She refused to give him the satisfaction of being the one with the power.

"Go," she finally spoke. "You want to leave me, big shot? Then, take your shit out of MY apartment and go. But remember one thing…if you leave me, then, that's it. Those nineteen years are gone. You'll never be with me again. You can consider everything from you punching Robbie the Douche in the face for me to this moment…just…gone," Jordyn warned him. "And I can promise you, I'll never forgive you."

She caught a glimpse of hesitation in his eyes. Jordyn knew that she had a chance…however small it was…it was still a chance. She silently hoped that it would be enough to make him change his mind about leaving.

"What's it gonna be, Dean? Are you gonna throw away our entire life together and leave me? Or are we gonna make this work?" she asked him.

"I-I-I…I just…I can't do this. I gotta go, Jor," he spoke, before grabbing his things and leaving the apartment.

Jordyn knew that he deserved everything he had coming to him. He had completely destroyed her heart. She had never felt such a deep pain in her entire life, and she didn't have an easy life. She had spent months crying over him. Hell, she would be lying if she said that it wasn't still a very sore spot for her. The brunette shook the memories away. She had more pressing matters to focus on. She needed to find one person. And that one person would undoubtedly be her key to retaliating against Dean for the pain he had caused her.

Then, maybe…just maybe…her life could finally go back to normal.