Alright, back with a new story. Just started watching wrestling again and well, Dean Ambrose is an interesting one, isn't he? I had a story about CM Punk that got away from me and I eventually just deleted it, but I'm using the same OC (Scarlett) from that story. Hope you guys enjoy The Madness!

Oh, a slight AN: I'm rating this story M not because of automatic sexy times (they will come), but because I curse like a sailor. Also, I just moved from Nashville and the bar I mention in this chapter is very real. It's a double wide trailer spray painted with Santa Claus graffiti that features some of the best karaoke you will ever see. Also some of the worst. If you're ever in Nashville, it is a must-go place.

*********khan*********

April 18th, 2014, Nashville, TN- Bridgestone Arena

Scarlett was sitting in the gorilla position, eyes carefully trained on the monitor in front of her. The first match of the night had just started and she motioned to one of her aides, who ran up to her side.

"Find AJ Lee and Nikki Bella. Their match starts in 15."

"Will do, Miss McMahon."

Her eyes rolled and she smirked at the guy, who had only been on the job for a few days, "Hey Travis."

"Yes ma'am?"

"It's Scarlett or Scar. Not Miss McMahon and certainly not ma'am. Please leave those for Stephanie and my mother. Got it?"

"Yes, Miss...Scarlett. Got it."

As he ran off, Scarlett just smiled. She'd had many PAs- production assistants-in her time as Head of Live Production, but she always had to teach them the important things:

1) She always called the wrestlers by their stage names, unless she was face to face with them. It just made things easier. Instead of calling someone by their real name and having the PA look at her in confusion.

2) She was nothing like her sister and mother, who would use any tactic to get what they wanted. Sure, she could've been in a much higher position in the company but that almost assuredly would've required her to be on tv and she simply didn't want that kind of celebrity. She wanted to be normal. Just a normal girl with a normal life who didn't lie and manipulate people to get what she wanted.

3) The reason she sat at the gorilla instead of in the production truck outside was to have a more direct relationship to her product. While Stephanie sat in her office dictating things to her aides to relate to the athletes, Scarlett would chat with them while they waited to go on.

She knew almost all of the WWE personnel and they all liked her. She was the nice, compassionate youngest daughter of Vince and Linda and the complete and total opposite of their other daughter. She was a workhouse and took pride in it, but outside the arenas, she was down-to-earth, ready to go out for a beer and engage in some serious rounds of darts and pool. She knew some of the wrestlers better than others just because some had been around longer. Her best friend was Brie Danielson. She'd met the girl and her sister Nikki right after they came up from FCW in 2008 and they'd been almost inseparable since then. She and Nikki had been co-maids of honor at her wedding to Bryan just a week ago. It was a beautiful day filled with family, friends and happiness. Well...almost.

Her ex, Phil Brooks, had been there. He'd quit the E back in January under mysterious circumstances. They weren't a mystery to Scarlett, however, but she'd finally gotten over him a few weeks back. She'd been moping over him and decided to go out and have herself a fling just to get it done with. Nothing cured a broken heart like good sex. And there was nobody better at meaningless sex in the WWE than Nick Nemeth. They were good friends and she knew if she could sleep with anyone and them not get hung up about it, it was Nick. He was her date to Brie's wedding and he'd been an excellent distraction from Phil and his girlfriend, who had just happened to step in front of her.

"Hey Scarlett, how's it going?"

Scarlett looked up and took her headset off, leaving one ear on just in case someone needed her. Oh, AJ and her did not get along and for one major reason. But Scarlett was, if anything, a professional and she wouldn't let the woman get a rise out of her.

"I'm fine. After your win, you need to stay in the ring and celebrate for a minute or so. We're going to commercial right after and we don't want the crowd getting too bored."

AJ's smile just grew. It was bugging the hell out of Scarlett.

"Will do. So, I saw you and Nick at the wedding. You two seemed awfully close."

"What Nick and I are or aren't is none of your business."

"Oh ok, I was just trying to make small talk."

"Well, I'm not very interested. Shouldn't you be focusing on your match?"

Seeing she wasn't going to get her desired reaction, AJ turned away just as Nikki was stepping up as well. The girls discussed last-minute details and when they were done, Nikki turned to Scarlett.

"Hey girl, how you doing?"

Seeing one of her close friends made Scarlett smile. A nice distraction from the girl twirling her hair not five feet away.

"I'm great, always busy. I don't think I got a chance to tell you how pretty you looked at the wedding. You and John were very...close."

"Yeah, he's amazing! You looked absolutely gorgeous too. I'm so glad Brie just went simple and let us wear black. I saw you with Nick, just dancing the night away. Anything I should know about?"

Nikki's eyebrow rose and Scarlett simply smirked.

"We are just friends and that's all it will ever be. You know as well as I do that Nick is not ready to settle down."

Nikki smiled, thankful.

"Good! I love Nick to pieces but yeah, he's not what you need. Still way too much of a boy and you, my dear, need a man. A man who'll take you out and show you a good time and then take you somewhere else...if you know what I mean."

Scarlett felt like she should scold her friend, but couldn't and just let out a good chuckle. Only Brie knew about her one night with Nick and she'd been sworn to secrecy, especially from her twin sister. Nikki was an infamous gossip and if she knew who was sleeping with who, then the whole company knew about it. So, since she hadn't heard anything about who Scarlett was bedding, she assumed there was no one and that was not Nikki's style. If you broke up with someone, get back on the horse, preferably with someone who was even better than the last one.

"It'll happen Nikki, don't worry. Just not rushing into anything. Now you need to go, it's almost time for your cue."

"Ok, chickie, but you're still going out with us later, right? You can ride with us if you want."

"Nah, I gotta stick around for a few to wrap things up but I'll meet you after. Can't wait!"

Nikki's music hit and she became a Bella. It was interesting to watch her go from the cool, sweet, fun girl to the outrageous, infuriating character she was on-screen. Scarlett just put her head back down and looked what was next on the schedule so she could send another PA out. Just as she was about to send someone after Randy Orton, Kane and Dean Ambrose, AJ ran back and straight to Janie, a hair and makeup assistant who did last-minute touch-ups on the talent.

"Oh my God, I almost forgot to take this off. I couldn't forgive myself if it got damaged. Can you hold onto it for me until the end of the match?"

"Sure, AJ, why's it so important?"

Scarlett's focus had come up because of all the ruckus and she had a sinking feeling in her stomach that was only confirmed when AJ turned to look at her, smiling brightly with a hint of nastiness in her eyes.

"It's my engagement ring. Phil gave it to me last week when he proposed. We're getting married! Ok, gotta get to my match. Thanks Janie!"

Janie, to her credit, had the grace not to smile. She turned wide-eyed to Scarlett and said absolutely nothing. She'd been stationed at the gorilla for about three months so she and Scarlett had gotten to know each other quite well. She never asked about her and Phil's relationship, but had heard through the quite loud company grapevine that it had ended very badly. But nobody knew why. Everyone wanted to know, however. It was still a hot topic of conversation especially since Phil had also left under mysterious circumstances. Everyone knew better than to ask Scarlett and the only person to ask Stephanie had been fired a week later for showing up 15 minutes late, something that almost everyone did at one point or another.

Scarlett was stunned, but was trying to not let everyone see. How could this be happening? She and Phil had been together for three years and it had been great, but there had never been any talk of marriage and that was just fine with her. As long as they were happy, what did a piece of paper matter? Apparently, a lot. Three months after telling everyone they were dating, Phil and AJ were getting married. What the fuck? Phil, who'd always told her he would have to live with someone for at least a year before hand, was getting married to...her. Her numbness gave way to a rage that she thought she'd gotten past. He knew that she and AJ still worked together and he couldn't have given her even the slightest heads up. Oh yeah, that's right, he'd have to have the balls to actually talk to her which he hadn't had since December. Fucking bastard.

Scarlett sat and stewed all through the girls' match. Just thinking of ways to get back at the two people who'd ruined her life. When she saw the match had ended, she'd settled on attacking AJ when she stepped back through the curtain. Just ripping her hair out and tearing her to pieces. When the woman finally did come back and got her ring, however, all the air deflated from Scarlett. What was the point? It would only give AJ, and probably Phil, the satisfaction of knowing she was still miserable after all this time. But she wasn't miserable, was she? Sure, maybe there was a part of her that would always be hurt, but she couldn't still be that sad and angry about it, right? Well, even if she maybe was, she wouldn't show it. She'd buck up and focus on the good things in her life: her friends, her job, hell, even her family who had shown her so much support back when the shit hit the fan. She let a small smile grace her features as she thought about it all and let out a deep breath to calm herself down. There, see, back to good. But there was still the matter of AJ standing right in front of her.

"Hey Scar, I didn't mean to blurt that out, but now that I did, I just want you to know our deciding to get married had nothing to do with you."

Scarlett couldn't believe the gall of this girl. Because she'd never gotten a rise out of Scarlett, she just kept sinking to lower and lower levels of nasty. But no more, it was time Scarlett put this little slut in her place. Taking off her headset fully and handing it to Travis with instructions to listen for anything urgent, she stood up to her full height, which was 5'9", a towering seven inches over her nemesis. Leaning slightly forward and hovering over the girl, she spoke in a crisp, even tone.

"April, I would hope that your engagement would have nothing to do with me. If it did, that would be pretty fucking pathetic and I'd only feel pity for you. Actually, that's what I feel for you now. Because you're stuck with a horrible man for a husband and I'm free as a bird with nothing but happy days in my future. Now, I know that you've been trying to get under my skin for months now and I've tolerated it because I'm a professional. But at this moment, I think you need to be reminded of something: I am a McMahon. Everyone knows I hate to use my name for anything, but right now, it's necessary. Because you seem to think you're untouchable, but just remember sweetheart, I'm a McMahon and you are just talent and talent can be replaced. Am I clear?"

AJ's eyes widened slightly and she shrank even further down. Simply nodding her head, she wisely didn't say a word.

"Good. Now, you're not on the schedule for the rest of the night or weekend, so I suggest you go take a shower, wash the stink off yourself and get home to that fiancé of yours. Wouldn't want someone to swoop in and steal him away, now would you?"

Leaning back up and taking her headset back, she sat back down calmly and just stared at AJ, dismissing her. The girl whisked away and Scarlett picked her schedule back up and looked around, a bright smile on her face.

"Alright, back to it. Where were we?"

Travis answered smartly, "The match between Kane/Orton and the Shield."

"Gotcha."

Looking at Glen and Randy, she smirked, "You guys all good?"

"Yep."

"Awesome! Just make sure to get out of the ring in good time after the cameras go off, I'll have Mike signal to you guys. We gotta set up for Christian's show after."

Glen smiled, "Sure thing, Little Star."

Glen was one of the nicest guys in the company. He'd known Scarlett since she was 10 and he scared the living daylights out of her when she'd accidentally bumped into him while running around backstage. Imagine being a four-foot tall skinny little girl and having to stare up at a seven-foot hulk of a man. Terrifying! But he'd bent down to her level, calmed her down and introduced himself in the kindest way. He'd even walked her back to Vince and Linda's office where she got a proper scolding for making a nuisance out of herself. Glen had simply said she wasn't a bother and went on his way. 18 years later, she still remembered that day and how nice he'd always been since then. Back in December, during the dark days after her breakup, Glen had seen her sitting in the gorilla all alone, in tears, just wallowing in her misery. He'd come up and sat beside her and handed her a Christmas present, even though it was still a week away. He gotten her a necklace with a little star on it- a reference to his nickname for her- and had enveloped her in a ginormous hug, just letting her get it all out and never asking what had happened. It was then that she knew she'd get through the worst of it if she just leaned on her friends and family for support.

As the boys went though the curtain for their match, Scarlett was by herself again or so she thought. It was just then that Amanda, another PA, ran up, saying Dean Ambrose would be there in just a minute. He was set to interfere on behalf of his Shieldmates, Rollins and Reigns. Asking why it took so long to find him, the PA smirked and said he was out back smoking and that had been the last place Amanda had looked.

Scarlett again rolled her eyes and just shook her head, telling Amanda that from now on, it's probably the first place she should go. Sure, she and a lot of others smoked too but during showtime, it was a no-no. Everyone had to be inside the building or better at hiding if they needed to go out. Just as she was looking back up, the man in question strided up.

"Hey Jon."

"Hey Scarlett," he said, a sly grin gracing his features, "Sorry she couldn't find me. I thought I had more time."

"Well, just be glad she did find you and you didn't miss your cue. Stephanie and Paul would've had your ass for being outside and then they would've had mine for the show being messed up. Don't let it happen again, ok?"

He gave her a lazy mock salute, "Yes ma'am."

Another eye roll and head shake, but this time it was accompanied with a light laugh.

"You're so childish."

Jon's grin never faded, "I know, but I think you like that about me. Hey, what are you doing later? Wanna go out for a drink with me?"

Her head whipped around from the paper in front of her.

"Uh...what...Jon, are you...are you asking me on a date?"

He sidled right up next to her and propped himself up on the case she was sitting on. Giving her a side glance and a devilish smirk, he dipped his head a little so he was staring her in the eye.

"Well, no, cause the boys," he pointed to the screen indicating Rollins and Reigns, "Are coming too. As are some of the girls. Some karaoke bar named Santa's. Thought you could join us and it'd be a good time. But if you wanted to go on a date with me, all you'd have to do is say so. Don't think I could turn you down."

She stared into his orbs of blue, crystalline in nature, and almost got a little lost. Fortunately, the music guys came into her ear, asking which music they were using for another divas match later on. She came out of her trance, slightly flustered, and swiftly answered them. Recovering herself and looking back at Jon slowly, she quirked a smile.

"I was already going to be there actually. Nikki invited me yesterday when she planned it."

Jon stood back up, shoulders resuming their natural hunch, "Well, that's a damn shame. Thought for a second you could get me out of going to a damn karaoke bar."

"Oh no, Mr. Good, I never turn down awesome karaoke, not even for a free meal."

He let out a loud guffaw, "Who said I was paying? You're asking me, remember? The asker pays, not the asked."

"Oh but you're a gentleman. Surely, you wouldn't accept a lady paying your way."

He stepped in front of her and placed both hands on the case on either side of her hips, boxing her in. Leaning forward slightly, the same way she had done to AJ, he kept going til his mouth was right next to her ear.

"Oh darlin,' I am most certainly not a gentleman and if you want to see why, again all you'd have to do is ask. Now, I gotta go. Time for me to go kick some ass."

Leaning up and kissing her cheek, he turned and walked through the curtain, leaving her flabbergasted and wondering how he knew it was the perfect time for him to run out. She watched him on the monitor, watching him transform into the demented lunatic that people loved. There was a heat in her body that hadn't been there before he walked up and she knew exactly what had caused it. The gentle caress of his words was in heavy juxtaposition to the wild man who caused chaos and destruction every week in the ring. She watched his body and knew that if Nikki had just seen their exchange, she'd be encouraging her friend to "get on it," a favorite phrase of hers. Thinking of her friend, Scarlett smiled and was grateful she'd set up this little night out for everyone. It be a interesting one, especially with the now guaranteed bit of sexual tension sure to be present between her and Jon. She smiled in anticipation and shook her head at her silliness. He was just a man, after all.

A hot, sexy specimen of a man.

She laughed at her subconscious and went on with the show, effectively forgetting for a few hours about what lay before her later on.

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Alright, that's it for chapter one. Hope you all are intrigued and ready for some more. Sorry, I know Punk and AJ are popular and I didn't want to make them the bad guys, but it works for my story. Sorry! Now, if you could do all the necessary clicking down below (follow, favorite and review), I'd be the happiest of little campers. Thanks!