A/N: Again, another piece I thought up while watching wrestling, this time, the inspiration came from the Oct. 3rd edition of Smackdown. I know it's short, but I hope you all enjoy!
Dean couldn't explain the pain he suddenly felt in his chest. It was a pain that hadn't even come from a single blow in the match, and a pain he'd hoped to never feel again. As he crawled, clawed his way to his corner, extending his hand to tag John Cena, Dean felt the pain explode in his chest as he watched Cena abandon him…just like Seth had. There was a time when Seth had turned his back on Dean during a match, and now, Cena had turned his back on Dean too.
For a minute, Dean actually considered giving up as he watched Cena charge up the ramp. He toyed with the idea of letting Orton or Kane put him away quickly, ending the match so that no one could see Dean's heart breaking all over again.
Did he really care that Cena had left him? No, not really. They weren't even close to being friends. However, he didn't expect the flashbacks and feelings that flooded him as he watched a teammate turn his back on him, again. As he watched Cena run away from the match, all he could remember was Seth doing the same thing: walking up the ramp to leave Dean to fend for himself. Dean even felt the same sensation now as he had then: like all the air had been dropkicked out of him.
However, all of this lasted only the span of a minute. After that minute, Dean suddenly felt his chest flood with something else, with heat, with rage. Screw both of them if they wanted to leave him. He was used to people leaving. This wasn't anything new to him, and he'd fought threw it every time. So what if it was a handicap match now? He'd faced worse odds against nastier and meaner opponents. He'd show each and every person who had ever turned their backs on him, that he didn't need them. He didn't need anyone. He'd do everything on his own, like he always had.
Thus, regaining his composure, Dean allowed Orton to think he was an easy target. He let Orton set him up for the RKO, before slithering out of it to go for a pin that Randy almost didn't kick out of. Dean let the rage and hurt inside of him take over, and as the match continued, he unleashed all of the pain and loss he felt. He threw punch after punch until all he felt in his chest was emptiness, blissful, painless emptiness.