Title: The Hook Up 2: Boss Edition

Rating: T

Main Characters: Dean Ambrose/Sasha Banks

Supporting Characters: Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, Naomi, Tamina, Usos, other Superstars/Divas

Summary: It's time to pay it forward! Roman and Seth, with the help of Naomi, Tamina and the Usos, return the favor to Dean by trying to hook him up with The "Boss" Sasha Banks.

Disclaimer: Story idea is mine. Dean Ambrose, Sasha Banks, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, Naomi, Tamina and the Usos belong to WWE and themselves.

Part 1:

"Stop making kissy faces! We have to go!"

"I'll let you go. Call me when you get to the next town okay?"

"I will. I love you."

"Love you too."

Roman ends his call to his boyfriend Seth. He shoulders his carrying bag, grabs his large roll away suitcase and then heads out of the locker room. Once in the hallway, his grey eyes zero in on the shaggy haired, leather jacket wearing individual leaning against the wall.

"You suck. You know that?" Roman says as he walks right past them.

"Nope." Dean gleefully responds. He pushes himself from the wall. He jogs to catch up with his best friend then falls into step beside him. "Just letting you know that me and the Twins are hungry and you're in there lovin' up on Rollins."

Not too long after Roman and Seth became a couple, Seth was injured and had to vacate the WWE World Heavyweight title. A tournament was held to determine a new Champion. That title is now in Roman's carrying bag.

"You had a hand in that, matchmaker." Roman says with a smirk.

"Uh huh and you're welcome. Again." Dean cracks a dimpled grin and earns a playful punch in the shoulder. "Anyway." His raspy voice turns serious. "How is Seth doing?"

"Other than trying to blow through therapy? He's still in good spirits."

"But you miss having him around."

Roman's quietness answers the statement. Dean remembers how out of whack Roman became right after he found out about Seth's injury. They were on different legs of the overseas tour. Because of that, he (and Dean as well because he was on the same leg as Roman) had to wait until his tour was done before he could see Seth again.

Dean steps in front of Roman, causing him to stop walking. One look at the big man's face and he could tell that it still bothered him. .

"Hey…" he reaches up and places his hand on the back of Roman's neck then gently pulls forward until their foreheads touch. They've done this calming gesture so much that's almost second nature.

"I'm not going to tell you not to worry because you're still gonna do it you big teddy bear."

Roman snorts at that.

"Seth going to be just fine. The injury sucks, but we both know that he's not going to let that hold him down. Before you know it, you two will be wrestling for the title."

"Oh we're going to wrestle alright."

"What the hell man?" Dean's face displays a playful scowl as he pulls away. "That's NOT what I meant!"

Roman chuckles as he resumes walking out of the building. Dean shakes his head as he follows him out.

"The champs are finally here!" Jimmy Uso announces as Dean and Roman approach their rental car.

"'Bout damn time too." Jey, his twin, follows up. "I'm starving!"

Along with Roman winning the World Heavyweight title, Dean won the Intercontinental title. Right now however, he's Lil'Uce to the Usos and he's holding up the trip to get food.

"You're always hungry, Uce." Dean says as he goes over and play fight with Jey.

"Get your hyper ass off me." Jey retaliates with a headlock. "Cuz, get ya boy!"

"It's after hours. He's your boy now." Roman says while loading his things into the car.

"What?" Dean gets out of the headlock. The messy dark blond curls that fall over his eyes doesn't hide the indignant expression. "Haha. Anyway…let's get outta here. My stomach wants to kick my ass."

"Hold up!" Jimmy exclaims. "We have to wait on the girls."

Oh no.

The girls.

The girls, as in Jimmy's wife Naomi, their cousin Tamina…and her. Dean could feel the butterflies starting to kick up a riot in his stomach. Her. The one female in his current timeline that makes things go haywire for him and he can't stop it. Her. The self-proclaimed Boss of the WWE, Sasha Banks.

It's Roman that first notices the immediate change in Dean's behavior. He steps closer to his friend.

"You okay, Ambrose?"

The Samoan raises a dark eyebrow when Dean flinches at the sound of his voice, like he was caught doing something wrong.

"Huh?" Dean grabs at his shoulder when it twitches.

"Dude, are you scared of Sasha?" Jey asks.

"I'm not scared of Sasha." Dean growls out as his face turns a nice shade of pink.

I'm not scared. I'm fucking terrified. This is some bullshit!

"Oh and that door just up and smacked you in the face." Jimmy adds to the conversation. "Or the time missed your whole mouth with the water bottle."

"Remember when Dean tried to grab for the door and grabbed Stephanie's boob instead?"

"Alright. That's enough." Roman has to break this up. The wild look in Dean's eyes shows that he's way past indulging this taunting.

Laughing and a high pitch squeal cuts through the tension. The guys all look around to see Team B.A.D. approaching them. While everyone else exchange greetings, Dean quietly observes the burgundy haired beauty.

Man, she looks so good tonight. She looks good all the time. Hey baby, let me put that smile on your face. I know I could. Bet her lips taste like cher-

The sudden unmanly squeak and subsequent splat the pavement has the other turning toward Roman and Dean's rental car. Roman, Tamina and Sasha cringe in second hand embarrassment, but the Usos just full on crack up. Naomi pops Jimmy in the arm while glaring at his brother.

"That ain't funny." She sternly tells them. Her mood then softens to concern when she looks over to Dean. "You ok, Lil'Uce?"

"Oh yeah." Dean groans as he get to his feet. "Fantastic."

What the fuck?! Jesus! How could I miss THE ENTIRE FUCKING CAR?!

When Dean is on his feet, his reddened face is on display. His blue eyes stand out even more. The Twins's laughter have faded to chuckles, but the soon clear up when they see the frigid stare he gives them.

"Yeah, I think it's time to get out of here." Roman again becoming the voice of reason. "We know where we're eating right?"

Dean breaks his gaze from the twins then gets into the car. Jimmy and Jey need to knock that shit out. Again he looks over at Sasha whose talking to Naomi. A dimpled smile slowly crosses his unshaven face. It quickly dies when he hears the driver side door open then close. He looks over to see Roman putting on his seatbelt.

"Ready to feed your face, Deano?"

"I guess." The thought of food isn't as high on Dean's to-do list as it was before.

"I'll tell Jimmy and Jey to ease up on the teasing." Roman tells him as he starts the car.

"Nah." His friend responds. "I can handle them." I don't need them to call me a punk or weak. Fuck that.

The older man nods his head. He glances out the window then back to Dean. "A wise man once said 'Fuck the what ifs' and tell your crush how you feel."

Rome, don't… "It's different."

"How so? You like Sasha right? Then go tell her. What the worse that could happen?"

Like she could kick my ass into a hole like that dude in 300.

"I can't believe this. Big Bad Dean 'Lunatic Fringe' Ambrose is scared of the Boss."

"Whatever. Rome." An eye roll follows. "Suck my dick."

"I though you didn't swing that way." The corners of Roman's mouth twitches, threatening to break into a laugh. "Besides that opportunity is long gone."

The Samoan finally bust out laughing at the wide eyed, croak sounding reaction he gets from Dean. While this is going on, they are unaware that they being observed. That is a certain Intercontinental Champion is being observed by a confident Diva with flowing maroon tresses.