I don't know or own the characters of Dean Ambrose or Roman Reigns. No disrespect is intended toward either.
This is a work of pure fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes.


"Can you explain this to me again? How is it that you have a parent-teacher conference for your daughter and I end up walking into an elementary school?" Dark shades and a backwards ball cap may have masked the man's signature features, but his distinctive voice and definitive swagger set his six foot four inch frame apart from the other men in the area. The pursing of his lips alerted anyone who glanced his way that this was not where he wanted to be. "So tell me again, why am I here?" His big black boots clamored along the sidewalk as he approached the front of the brick building. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Great guy, brothers, got it. What room am I looking for?" He shook his head as he entered the bright blue doors of the elementary school. Walking down the hallway he muttered to himself, "I still don't see how I ended up letting myself end up here. I hated school when I was a student, why the hell am I coming back here as a substitute for someone else's parent-teacher conference? I don't even have a kid… Thank God." His long stride ate up the distance rapidly as he read the room numbers. "Oh, hell. Here it is." Taking a deep breath, he walked into the room. "Hi. I'm here for Anna Reign's conference."

Sitting at a long table in the back of the room was a woman with short brown hair and a pair of glasses that had slid to the end of her nose. When he announced his presence, she visibly jumped before pushing the glasses higher up the bridge of her nose with her index finger. Raising her head to look at him, he was struck by how friendly her eyes appeared. He couldn't decide if they were brown or if they were green. They weren't the warm brown of Rollin's that he was sure of. He pulled out the chair across from her and stepped over the back of it to sit down. By his way of thinking, the chair was short and he was tall enough so it made perfect sense… right up until he saw her mouth tighten in disapproval. She dropped her gaze and moved some papers around. He rubbed his hand across the week's worth of stubble that was growing on his face. After a week, is it still stubble or is it a short beard? The thought randomly flitted through his head.

"Good Morning. May I ask, who are you?" Her voice appeared friendly enough, but there was an edge to it. He wasn't sure whether to be offended or happy for Roman's sake that his daughter was in the care of someone that took security so seriously.

"Anna's parents can't make it to the conference and I was asked to come on their behalf. If you check the file you will see that it is okay. You can even call her father and he will tell you that he wants this meeting to take place.

The man slid his sunglasses to the top of his head, revealing his intense blue eyes. "I think I'll do just that." The teacher said as she pulled out her phone. Minutes later she had confirmation from Anna's father that his best friend was standing-in for him at the conference and provided a physical description of the man who was currently sitting in her classroom. "My apologies, sir. I just needed to"

He held up both of his hand. "Don't apologize for keeping Anna safe. I am impressed." Extending one hand across the table, he introduced himself. "Dean Ambrose."

"Miss Goteround." She looked him in the face and shook his hand.

Dean struggled to keep from laughing as he shook her hand. "Very nice to meet you, Ms. Gott-er-round." He cleared his throat and dropped his hands into his lap as he rocked the chair back on two legs. "How is my niece doing in school?"

Rolling her eyes the teacher bit her bottom lip as she thought, "It's going to be one of those conferences. Like I haven't had my name taken apart like that before. Immature little twit." Smiling outwardly at the man, she said "We keep chairs on all four legs in the classroom. It's a safety thing. I know you feel that your profession makes you above such rules, but you are a role model and not an exception." She pulled out Anna's report card as Dean's mouth hung open. "So here is how Anna is doing academically." The teacher went on to compliment the little girl and give a couple of suggestions on things that her parents could have her practice at home. She gave Dean a note that had important upcoming dates and insisted several times that he not forget to give it to them. Then she walked him to the door. "Make sure you give them those dates and her report card. If they have any questions they can call or e-mail. I will be happy to go over the information with them personally."

"I got it." he groused. Pulling his sunglasses back down to cover his eyes, his long strides carried him quickly out of the school. Once outside, he called Roman. "What is up with that teacher?"

"What did you do?" Roman asked. "She is awesome!"

Dean shook his head. "She hated me. She doesn't trust me. She thinks I'm going to forget to give you Anna's report card and this paper with dates. She thinks I'm an idiot."

Roman laughed. "Think of how many iPads and chargers and"

"Oh just shut up." Dean muttered. "She doesn't know about that stuff."

Roman got quiet. "Dean… Dean… DEAN!"

"What?"

"Don't do it, man. Don't you dare. This is my kid's teacher. Leave her alone. I mean it. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT go after this woman. She is OFF LIMITS."