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"Oh, what the fuck?" Corey mumbled to herself, groaning as her head began to throb. What the hell happened last night? She thought to herself as she sat up in the bed. She winced at the sun shining brightly through the cracks in the blinds. She felt someone shift next to her in the bed. She cringed inwardly before gathering up the courage to look at the person lying next to her. There was no way. Dean Ambrose was passed out next to her.

She slid quietly out of the bed, gathering her clothes off the floor. She grabbed her phone off the night stand and rushed into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath. "Just breathe.. It could be worse." Well, not really. Nothing could be worse than waking up to the person you hate the most, but what happens in Vegas supposedly stays in Vegas. Or, at least she hoped. Corey Stephens had been a WWE Diva, wrestling under the name Corey Star, for about a year when Dean Ambrose came walking in like the owned the company and everyone it. Their first encounters hadn't ended very well and ever since he'd found every chance possible to try to humiliate her. She unlocked her phone, calling up her best friend.

"Yo?" John Cena's voice boomed through the phone.

"Shhh…" Corey whispered, peaking out the door to see Dean still sleeping peacefully. "Where are you?"

"Subway, doll. Whatcha need?" She rolled her eyes hearing him stuff his face.

"Uh, something happened.." She replied, pulling on the black dress she was wearing the night before. She took a look in the mirror again. She was a mess. Her make-up barely clinging to her face. She threw her hair up in a messy bun, hoping to escape quickly.

"What did you do now?" He laughed.

"Don't you laugh at me, Cena… I know where you live." She warned him. "Can you just come get me?"

"Where the hell are you?" She could hear the sigh in his voice. She knew when she told him, he wouldn't ever let her live this down.

"Stuck in a hotel room.." She said quietly, hearing the mattress creak. She cussed herself mentally when she heard footsteps. "Gotta go.." She hung up quickly, laying her phone on the counter. What the hell was she supposed to do now?

"Wanna hurry up?" The man on the other side of the door grumbled. Go figure he'd picked up some skank at the bar last night. It wasn't the first time and sure as hell wouldn't be the last. Dean rubbed the sleep from his eyes, hoping like it hell it would alleviate his headache.

"Wait your turn, Ambrose." Corey grabbed her phone off the counter, flinging the door open.

"Well, well, well." Dean chuckled sleepily, a grin tugging at the end of his lips. "Morning, Starshine." He knew she hated the nickname, but he couldn't resist. "Wanna tell me how you ended up here with me?" He put his arm up, blocking her way out of the small bathroom.

Corey rolled her eyes, trying to push his arm out of the way. "I was hoping you could tell me.." All of a sudden, her eye caught the sight of something gold on his hand. "Since when are you married, Hound of Justice?" She grabbed his hand, examining the gold band.

"What the fuck ar-.." His eyes widened when he saw the gold band on his left hand. "Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise." He grabbed her left hand roughly. "Welp, Starshine.. Looks like me and you got something in common."

"Fuck no… There's no way." She shook her head, jerking her hand away from him. "Get the hell out of my way, Ambrose." She pushed past him and rushed out the door.


"I should've just stuck with the skanks." Dean sighed to himself, sitting down on the edge of the hotel bed after getting dressed. His headache had finally subsided. He pulled his phone from his back pocket, raising an eyebrow noticing he had at six missed called from Seth and five from Roman. He ignored the text messages for now, dialing Seth.

"Where the hell are you, man?" Seth laughed into the phone.

"Just went for a run, I'll be back at the hotel soon." Dean lied, making sure he had all of his belongings. He didn't really know where he was or how he got there. The night before was all a blur. He didn't even remember leaving the bar, especially not with Star. No way in hell he'd ever sleep with her, much less marry her. It must have been one long night.

"Bullshit, bro. Why didn't you invite us to the wedding?" What the fuck? How did he know?

"What the hell are you talking about, Rollins?" He rolled his eyes. He left the hotel room, making his way to the office.

"This shit's all over the internet, man… You even tweeted about it." Seth couldn't help but laugh harder. "Everyone's been looking for you guys."

"Fuck you, Rollins." Dean snapped, hanging up the phone. It was starting out to be an even longer day. He was going to enjoy this.


"What the fuck do I do, John?" Corey rested her head on her hands, the gold ring sitting next to her on the bench. They were sitting in the abandoned Diva's locker room, enjoying the privacy. The moment Corey had arrived at the arena, she had been hounded by press and superstar's alike. John seemed to be the only one not crawling up her ass about it. She had even turned her phone off.

"Just have it annulled." He squeezed her shoulder gently. "Still can't believe you're married to one of the Hounds of Justice." He laughed, shaking his head.

"Fuck you." She wanted to be angry, but couldn't stop herself from laughing. "Let's go get food."

"I'm always down for that." John stood up, pulling her up with him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, messing up her hair.

Luckily, she didn't have a match tonight. So she was just backstage hanging out with the guys. It gave her more time to figure things out. She couldn't believe how many people had recognized them. It didn't help when her lovely husband posted pictures of them getting married all over Twitter. Maybe Ambrose really was an idiot. "Asshole." She laughed, smoothing her blonde curls back down.

"Well, there she is.." Corey stiffened when she felt arms wrap around her waist. She instantly regretted leaving the locker room. "My beautiful wife." She cringed when Dean pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"What the hell are you doing?" She whirled around to face him, narrowing her eyes. She could feel all the eyes on them. It seemed like every superstar was just watching in amazement.

"Just lovin' on my wife before I go get ready for my match." Dean smirked, kissing her forehead.

"Back off, Ambrose." She snapped, starting to push him when he grabbed her hand.

"Where's your ring?" Corey had to swallow the urge to punch him in the face. She took a deep breath.

"Get off me.." She jerked her hand away from him, rubbing her wrist. She was grateful to see Stephanie walking toward her.

"Well, if it isn't the newlyweds." She laughed. "Would you two come with me? Paul wants to see both of you."

"See what you cause?" Corey looked up at Dean.

"Me?" Dean scoffed. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Starshine. For all we know, this was your idea."

"Just shut up, Ambrose." Corey rolled her eyes, following after her boss. "Is there any chance of putting him in a muzzle?"

Stephanie shook her head, a smile on her face. "I'm afraid not." She led them into Paul's office. Corey had looked up to Triple-H her entire life and when she was finally able to meet him, she was statstruck. She looked up to him even more now as a mentor and a leader. He had always been good to her, ever since she started.

"I've been looking all over the damn place for you two." Paul turned around to face them, hands on his desk. "I hear congratulations are in order?" He raised an eyebrow.

Dean reached over, taking Corey's hand. "We know it was spur of the moment, but we wanted a small ceremony. Something private."

Paul laughed seeing Corey jerk away from him. "Well, she seems thrilled." He grinned.

"I'm sorry, Paul.. We never meant to embarrass the company." Corey sighed, stepping away from Dean.

"Embarrass us?" He shook his head. "You two have been trending all day. Facebook and Twitter both. The WWE universe is loving the two of you."

"Oh, geez.." Corey huffed, pushing her hair out of her face. "Please tell me.."

"I want Corey to become a part of the SHIELD. I wanna use this." Paul informed them. Corey sighed knowing there was nothing she could do. "You two are going to be working together from here on out. The fans want an onscreen romance and they're going to get it."

"Can I still get this damn thing annulled?" She sighed. "Please."

"Aw, baby.." Dean frowned. "You're breaking my heart."

"Now, Dean needs to go get ready for his match. I want you out there with him. See you all in a couple of hours." Paul chuckled. "And keep up the good work."

"Well, looks me and you are going to be seeing more of each other." Dean slid an arm around her shoulders, leading out of the office. Yeah, he was definitely going to enjoy this.