50 Shades of Dean Ambrose
You know him as one of the most dominating men in the WWE today. They've called him The Lunatic Fringe and they've called him Jon Moxley. They've called him Dean Ambrose. I know him simply as Jon. Jon and I have a special relationship that nobody else knows about. You see, I signed a disclosure that said I wouldn't talk about our relationship outside of certain circles. Jon doesn't want anyone in the WWE to find out about his secret relationship with me.
Yeah. He knows I wrote this. He gave me permission to tell our story. He doesn't want me to feel like I'm some sort of cheap, dirty secret that should never be shared because what we have is quite beautiful and you'd be surprised at how sweet he actually is under that whole Dean Ambrose image of his. Let me start from the beginning and give you an idea of how we met.
I'm your average normal every day white American 38 year old woman with average normal every day needs, wants and desires. I'm not any different from anyone else walking down the street. I don't have drop dead, bombshell looks or a smoking hot to die for body. I'm just human to me anyway. I have brunette hair and natural green eyes. I'm a casual dresser who prefers jeans and T-shirts to skirts and dresses, but I've been known to dress to kill on occasions. I'm not much of a make- up wearing person either. My idea of dressing up is putting on some lipstick and blush. In other words, I'm a plain Jane. I have a best friend, Julie who is into the WWE and she got me watching RAW and Smack down with her and before I knew it, I'm hooked on these shows and cheering for the guys in the ring just as much as she is. I considered myself a Rollins girl when I first saw The Shield come out. I still do like Seth Rollins. There's just something about Dean Ambrose that sucked me in. Maybe it was his blue eyes or his dirty blonde hair. The way he'd come out there and just take control of the whole situation in the ring like it was the most natural thing to him. Then the outfits went from long sleeved shirts and black pants to short sleeved shirts and vests. Roman's small shoulder tattoo turned into a whole arm piece and then a chest piece and the vests got smaller. Roman cut his performance shirt closer so it showed his new ink off. Seth lost the sleeves all together and Dean lost the vest and the sleeves. That's when I noticed that his arms were getting more muscular and he was getting into better shape. His ring skills got better and he didn't seem as stiff out there compared to the other two. Roman seemed to be more comfortable out in the ring too.
My best friend Julie decided to invite me to go for a girl's night out to blow off some steam in Las Vegas. I'd had a tough week at work and figured what the hell? We made plans to go stay at the Mandalay Bay Casino and it just so happened on that same weekend there was a WWE Event planned at the Mandalay Bay Performance Center. Of course we got tickets now that Julie has turned me into a Shield Girl I had to experience the whole live WWE experience. I'm excited about going to my first WWE Event. We go and we watch the event. All my favorites were represented that night The Shield went up against The Wyatt's and won. Randy Orton took on Seth Rollins and Seth beat him. Dean Ambrose came out there and beat Kane. It was awesome. We got seats that were right up against the barricade and we were on the side The Shield came down so I got to touch all three of them. Dean even gave me a half smirk smile as he hopped over the barricade.
So, it's after the show and I had stopped and bought myself a Hounds of Justice T-shirt and a program. There were a ton of people trying to make their way to the exit. I figured that was the perfect way to buy us a little bit of time so we could beat the crowd. That's all good in theory, but we had to follow the crowd anyway. It's all good. It gave me and Julie some time to calm down our hormones. We finally got out of the performance center and into the mall area. I told Julie I needed one of those yard frozen drinks after that experience. So, we walked over to Fat Tuesdays and got ourselves a yard of a drink called Pink Panther. If you've never been to Las Vegas or the Mandalay Bay Casino, this place is huge. There's damn near a whole mall between the actual casino and the performance center where the concerts and stuff are held. There's a frozen drink bar called Fat Tuesdays and they sell frozen alcoholic drinks. A yard is pretty tall and between me and Julie both, we share it. If I were to finish this thing by myself I'd be drunk off my ever loving ass. They also have human sized drinks in normal cups too, but we like to share the yard.
Little did I know at that same exact moment, there was someone watching my every move.
_Dean POV_
I'd just finished wrestling up against the Devil's Favorite Demon, Kane and won. That in itself is crazy because Kane is one of the toughest competitors in the WWE. There's a reason why you see guys with that "Oh shit, not him" face when that red smoke goes off and he comes down the ramp. He's tough. Did I already say that? I'm not very good at talking about myself outside of the ring. Anyway, I went to the back to shower and change into my street clothes. I live in Las Vegas so for me, I was on a rare weekend off and I was home. All I had to do was grab my bag with my stuff and hop in a taxi to go home. But, I wasn't going home in a taxi. I was putting my stuff in the trunk of my own car. I planned on going and doing some drinking and gambling, but I didn't want to look like an alcoholic and go out by myself so I called a group of my boys to come down and meet me at Mandalay Bay.
I called my friend Robert and I told him that I had spotted the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in the front row by the barricade tonight. Of course, you know how men are. Robert didn't believe one word coming out of my mouth. He said it sounded like any other time I'd found some woman attractive. I swear to everyone reading this she's different. She's not just some rail skinny broad with big tits and tons of make-up. She's classy looking and gorgeous. You know the natural beauty type. All she has to do is roll out of bed and shower and she looks good to me. I made it my mission that night to find this woman and make her mine. I don't usually chase after random women I see at the shows, but this is Vegas and I know she probably hasn't gotten very far away yet. She maybe has a good 10 minute start on me and the inside of this casino is huge. I'm bound to run into her somewhere. I check all the usual spots like the backstage area where most of the meet and greets are done before the events. Then down by the concession stands and even out by the restrooms. Well, they obviously cleared this place out pretty damn quick cuz I sure as hell didn't see her or her friend with the flaming red hair. I wouldn't be able to miss her if they were even still hanging out together.
Where would I go after a show if I were hanging in Vegas with my boys? Well, I'd want a drink that's for damn sure. So, maybe they headed down towards Fat Tuesdays. I headed down there and sure enough, leaning up against the bar in her black True Religion Jeans and a matching black shirt is that flaming red headed friend of hers. So, I look to the left of Miss Red and there she is in all her beauty her green eyes twinkling with humor and her brunette hair slightly curled and hanging on her shoulders. I smiled as I watched her take a drink from the green straw in her drink and pass it to Miss Red.