The NXT roster was full of an interesting mix of different personalities. You had your sociopathic types like Tomasso Ciampa, your destructive behemoths like Lars Sullivan, your fun loving goofballs like Otis and Tucker of Heavy Machinery, and you had your overall decent human beings like Johnny Gargano. However, there was only one girl who fit the bill of total psycho, and that was Nikki Cross. Members of the roster tended to stay away from her out of fear, and back when she and the rest of Sanity were running roughshod over the yellow brand, she liked it that way. She relished in the infamy, and totally embraced the weirded out stares audiences and performers alike would throw her way on a daily basis.
However, that started to change around the time her boys left to go to SmackDown. You see, Nikki, well she was an extremely lonely girl at the moment. Eric, Alexander, and Killian weren't around anymore, leaving her all by herself. Her only companions were elsewhere, and for a while, she was okay with it. But, some time passed, and the loner thing was getting kind of old. She started to long for a friend, or as she put it, "A Playmate."
Nikki wanted someone to play with her. Her search, was largely unsuccessful, and she couldn't quite put her finger on why that was the case. Never did it once cross her mind, (Get it?! Cross?! Cause it's her last name?!), that maybe jumping out of dark corners at the Performance Center and yelling, " Do you wanna play with me?!", at people's faces, wasn't the best way to go about making friends. For Christ's sake, she almost gave Velveteen Dream a heart attack last week. But, to be fair, she didn't know any better. Dakota Kai was at least nice to her, but even she kept her distance.
I mean come on, people skills obviously weren't her strong suit. But, bless her heart, she was trying her best. Unfortunately, it had gotten to the point that she was getting down on herself for being so socially inept. Currently, she was sitting on a crate in the backstage area, hunched over with her head in her hands, pouting like a little girl. Frustration, and sadness were the emotions that plauged her at the moment. She just didn't understand. What was the problem?
"Why won't anyone play with me?" That was a summary of what exactly was going through her mind.
One person saw her in her irritated state, and decided to take it upon themselves to see what was bugging her. Nikki felt someone approaching her, and to her surprise, found that the person was none other than Dean Ambrose. Her face lit up, and she started waving erratically.
"Dean, Dean, Dean! Hi, Dean! What are you doing here?!" She asked with a crazed smile.
Unlike other superstars, Dean wasn't weirded out by her behavior at all. In fact, it made him smirk a little bit.
"Some main roster guys were asked to come down to NXT for a few house shows and maybe a few appearances on NXT television. I volunteered myself, cause it seemed pretty fun. What's the matter with you? Why the long face?"
Nikki's smile went away and she sighed.
"No one around here... wants to play with me. I DON'T KNOW WHY! I'm a good guy now. I cause chaos for the right reasons. I'm... I'm lonely."
All of a sudden, an idea popped into her brain, and the smile returned. She gasped happily.
"Hey, do YOOOU want to play with me?!" She asked, hope evident in her tone of voice.
Dean just shrugged.
"Why not, kid? It's something to do."
Nikki jumped off the crate and into Dean's arms, looking up at him with a smile that would've scared most people away, just like she had done many times with Dain and Wolfe. She tried once with Eric, but he just dropped her immediately. That's when she learned not to bother Eric when he was busy, which seemed to be all the time. Anyway, success! She found a playmate!
"Hehehehe! Oh, happy days, happy days indeed! What do you wanna do first?!" Nikki asked excitedly.
Ambrose again shrugged.
"It's up to you."
Her lips pursed in deep thought, she racked her warped brain, trying to come up with something to do with her newly found acquaintance. Keep in mind, she was still being held by Dean, who had a bored look on his face. Other members of the NXT roster walked past the scene with confused expressions. Ciampa paid them no mind, seeing as he was staring at his NXT Championship while holding it like it was a child. Heavy Machinery quickly scurried away when they saw Nikki. Well, more like Otis did, while Tucker tried to get him to calm down. Shayna Baszler saw the two of them, and snorted. She approached the two with a smug look on her face.
"Well look at what we have here. Two complete psychos together, isn't that great?"
Dean pointed at Shayna.
"Hey! Who you callin' psycho?"
Meanwhile Nikki was waving frantically at her, going, "Hi, Shayna!", over and over again.
Baszler rolled her eyes at the unhinged Scot and spoke to the Raw Superstar.
"What are you doing here anyway, and out of all the people to be around, why this maniac?"
"I got bored, I wanted to come to NXT for a bit, and she seems interesting to me. That's it."
Nikki chimed in.
"And he wants to play with me! You told me no one would, but you were wrong, Shayna! Wrong! Hahahaha! I was right, you were wrong!"
The former NXT Women's Champion mockingly laughed.
"Who cares? You're still a freak who no one likes. He's probably only with you right now because he feels sorry for your pathetic ass."
At these words, Cross was seething. She jumped out of Dean's arms and bowed up to her, fists clenched and fire in her eyes.
"Shut up Shayna!"
"How about you make me shut up in the ring, freak?"
"Fine, deal, deal, deal!"
Shayna smirked.
"Alright. I can't wait to put you to sleep again. See you out there."
And with that, she walked out to the ring. After a few more seconds of angry breathing, Nikki turned to Dean with a bright smile, which again, would freak most people out.
"You wanna come out with me, new friend?" She asked.
Again, Dean shrugged.
"Why not?"
In The Ring...
Shayna was out there shadowboxing, and preparing to face the crazy Nikki Cross in an impromptu match. The crowd were booing her as usual, and she taunted them back. Then, Nikki's music started up. The audience recently had started to lighten up on her and began cheering her more and more over the last few months, and she couldn't be happier. But, nothing could prepare her for the reaction from the crowd when they saw Dean walking out behind her. She was overwhelmed with joy.
"That's my friend!" She yelled out while pointing at him, before hugging him like crazy. Nikki then ran toward the ring and did the usual, taking off her jacket and slamming it onto the mat. Dean casually made his way to her corner and stood outside watching with his arms crossed. "Let's go Ambrose, Nikki Cross! Let's go Ambrose, Nikki Cross!", is all you heard, since the crowd was so loud. Over the course of the match, things were going back and forth. One moment Nikki was stomping Shayna out, the next, Shayna had Nikki in a submission.
Dean found himself watching intently, hoping for the Scottish Psychopath to come out on top. Sadly, it didn't work out the way. Shayna ended up coming through on her promise to put Nikki to sleep after she wouldn't tap to the choke she had slapped on. But just like last time, Nikki went down with a smile on her face. It was creepy.
Anyway, Shayna left, and Dean entered the ring to check on Cross. She was out cold, so Dean did the only thing he could do. He ended up carrying her to the back. After asking around to find out where the ladies locker room was, he was informed that Nikki never went in there. She had her own little space in the recesses of Full Sail University. Problem was, he had no idea where to go, but lucky for him, she was starting to wake up. She opened her eyes slowly, and when she realized she was in Dean's arms again, she weakly giggled and reached up to play with his beard. Dean chuckled.
"Hey there, sleeping beauty. You mind telling me where your area is, cause I don't know where anything is around here."
Still slightly dazed, Nikki guided him until they were both in her "locker room", which turned out to just to be an old janitor's closet that no one used anymore. It was poorly lit, and stuff was unorganized and all over the place. Chaotic, just the way she liked it. She even managed to bring a mattress in their. Dean laid her down on it, and sat down on the wooden bench next to it.
"Dean?" Nikki started.
"Hm?"
"Shayna wasn't right, was she? Did you only say you'd be my friend because ya felt sorry for me?"
Dean shook his head.
"Nah, you seemed cool is all. And I was right, you are cool."
Nikki smiled.
"You're the best playmate ever."
Dean laughed.
"Damn right I am. You should get some rest. That was a hard fought match you had tonight. I'll leave you to it."
"Wait! Can... Can you stay? At least until I fall asleep?" She asked.
He walked over to her, kneeled down and rubbed her forehead.
"Sure thing, playmate. Sure thing."
He laid down next to her on the mattress, and she grabbed onto him, almost using him as a teddy bear. She pressed her face into his shoulder and softly laughed. Soon after that, they both ended up falling asleep. The Lunatic and The Psychotic Scot, one in the same. They say opposites attract, but at the same time, similar people always manage to work just a bit better.
AN: Just a little idea I came up with a few days ago. How the hell is there no Nikki Cross fics on this site? Dude, come on! She's great! Anyway, let me know what you think in the review section. Would you like to see more Dean and Nikki stuff in the future? If you enjoyed, drop a favorite, I'd appreciate it. See you later peeps.
