Good day to all! I have another story for you all and it is something a bit different! It's another Dean Ambrose/OC story, but it doesn't take place in wrestling this time. It takes place in Dean's recent movie, 12 Rounds 3: Lockdown! Yeah, I watched the movie recently and... I liked it! So much so I had an idea for a story. People probably have done something like this already, but I don't care, doing it anyway. And just so no one gets confused, my OC Christa will be playing herself as a cop, but Dean will be playing as his character Shaw.

This story takes place after the events of Lockdown, you'll see. Almost all characters mentioned, minus Tommy Mercer aka Crimson and Dean Ambrose (or Shaw in this story), belong to me and my buddy Angelgirl16290. Also, this will be my first time writing stuff with huge amounts of action in them, so go easy as this is my first time with that.

Enjoy!


Lockdown: One More Round

Chapter 1: Introducing Detective Sullivan

It was midnight in a run down neighborhood in the city. In one large house, there seemed to be a party going on as loud music blared loudly from the inside. Inside the house, that's exactly what was going on. The house was filled with people; doing illegal drugs, drinking alcohol, there were even people making out with others. Not one thing could be heard due to the loud music, but everything could be seen.

Watching the party from a stool in the kitchen was the man who arranged the party. All he was currently doing was sitting there, smoking some weed. He wore tore up blue jeans, a dirty gray tank top, messy blonde hair down to his shoulders, and a bit of a scruffy beard.

"I sure got lucky with all these drugs I stole… Surprised the cops aren't looking for me right now." The man chuckled.

Just then, the man saw a woman walking towards him. This woman had long blonde hair with green highlights and had snakebite piercings under her bottom lip. She was wearing a black strapless dress that fit around her C-sized breasts and showed off her arm tattoos as well as her slender legs.

"Is this seat taken?" The woman asked in a breathy voice.

"Well hey there, baby…" The man greeted in a flirty tone. "You look fine tonight! …I've never seen you around here."

"Oh, I'm new in the neighborhood and I thought I'd stop by." The woman took out a cigarette from her purse and lit it. "What's your name, handsome?"

"Kenneth Peters." The man introduced himself. "What's your name, beautiful?" He took her hand and kissed it.

"Christa, and that's all you'll know." She chuckled as she crossed her legs slowly.

"Oh… I like you already." Kenneth smirked. "You know, why don't we take this talk somewhere… private?"

"I like that idea…" Christa giggled. "I just need to use the bathroom first, be right back."

"Take your time, sexy." Kenneth chuckled as Christa grabbed her purse and went into the bathroom.

A minute later, Christa came out of the bathroom and stood in front of Kenneth. "I'm good."

Kenneth looked at Christa and wrapped his arms around her, "Are you ready to get that bed moving?"

"Oh yeah…" Christa chuckled with a wink. "Although I have just one thing I need to tell you…"

"And what is that?" Kenneth asked.

Right when Kenneth asked that, the door to the house suddenly broke open and about a dozen police officers and detectives ran in with guns. The people in the house screamed and Kenneth turned from Christa to look at them. At the same time he turned however, Christa reached into her purse and took out a gun as well!

"Freeze! Hands up! Nobody move!" One of the cops shouted out.

Kenneth turned around and saw Christa with a gun. "Let me guess, you're an undercover cop are you?" He sighed.

"That I am. And you, Kenneth Peters, are under arrest for the crime of stolen drugs." Christa declared.

"Wait, you stole these drugs?!" One of the men in the house asked.

"I thought you said someone sold them to you!" A woman said.

"Cuff him, Sullivan." The police captain in front told Christa. She got a pair of handcuffs from her purse and cuffed Kenneth.

"Come on!" Christa led Kenneth outside and into the back of a police car. As she got him put into the car, the captain went up to her.

"First case as a detective and you succeeded. Good job, Sullivan." He smiled. "Only been with us since you got transferred here last month and already you're one of our best."

Christa chuckled and shrugged, "It was nothing, Wilson. I'm just doing my job."

"A good one at that." Wilson said.

"What about the other people in there?" Christa asked.

"We're taking all of them downtown for questioning, just to be safe." Wilson answered. "You go ahead and head back down to the station, we'll meet you there."

Christa nodded, "Gotcha. …And the sooner I can get out of this skanky dress." She muttered.

As she walked to her car, one of the officers walked up to her. He had red hair in a buzz cut and slight facial hair.

"Good job tonight, Christa. For your first case as detective, you did good." He commented.

"Captain Wilson already said that to me, Mercer." Christa rolled her eyes as she opened her car door.

"So… want to go out for dinner after work tomorrow?" Officer Mercer asked.

"I'm working late tomorrow night, sorry." Christa said, showing no interest. She started up her car and then drove off, leaving Mercer watching as she drove off.


"In more local news, recently promoted Detective Christina Sullivan arrested citywide drug smuggler Kenneth Peters last night. She went undercover in a drug party held by Peters and was able to catch him and take him in. Police Captain Douglas Wilson states, "Sullivan is probably one of the best people we have on this force right now. We've only had her for a month due to the department transfer after the Shaw/Burke lockdown incident, but she learned fast and she's taken more cases and succeeded in more cases in the past month than any of our other officers." Detective Sullivan really does seem like a valuable cop for our police force."

Christa smiled and chuckled to herself as she heard she was being talked about on the radio.

"As I said, I'm just doing my job." She said to herself.

Christa may have not looked like the type to work as a cop; her different colored hair, piercings, tattoos. For some reason though it was something she wanted to do. She did like the adrenaline rush and catching bad guys in the streets, she felt like she was doing something right in her life and kept the people of the city safe.

Christa at this point has only been in this city's police department for a month. She was however in another city's department for over two years. But last month after an incident, this department needed some new people as some cops either quit or transferred to a new one. Christa was transferred along with Officer Tommy Mercer who had a crush on her, her best friend Officer Joslin Neidhart who has been her friend since the academy, and many others including Captain Wilson, who took over for former captain Matthews after she was killed. And being in there for just this long and already getting promoted to Detective, Christa was shocked. She didn't think she was doing that good of a job, but according to Wilson she was.

She drove her green Lamborghini into the parking area of the police building. Walking out of the car in a black shirt and jacket, dark blue jeans, and black boots, she made her way into the building. After scanning her card at the door to enter, Christa noticed everyone she passed smiling at her. She made her way up the stairs to the second floor where her work space was.

"Detective Sullivan!" Someone called out as she entered in the room and every cop in the room began clapping.

Christa smiled and held up her hands, "No need to clap for me, everyone."

"You deserve it! You did great on your first detective case!" One officer said.

"It's my duty to help keep the city safe." Christa said, causing everyone to clap again. She walked over to her cubicle and was about to sit down.

"Hey Detective!" A female voice was heard behind Christa. She turned around and saw her friend, Officer Joslin Neidhart.

"You can still call me Christa you know, Joslin." Christa chuckled.

"I know, but just like everyone here I'm proud of you, buddy." Joslin smiled and hugged her. She then handed her an envelope. "Got this from Wilson for you. He wants you to write a report on the Kenneth Peters case."

"No problem, I'll get right to it." Christa took the envelope and pushed the button on her computer to turn it on. She sat down and waited for the computer to boot up.

Joslin stayed next to her friend's cubicle, "So… we've been here for a month. Have you caught any cute guy's eye?"

"No Joslin." Christa answered sternly. "I told you I am not interested in looking for a relationship right now."

"Is this because of your past relationships? Come on Christa! You need to get out there!" Joslin encouraged. "You say you're not attractive, but I know you are! I know there are guys out there who would love to be with you."

"Joslin, I'm not interested in relationships!" Christa raised her voice. "I'm more focused on keeping this city safe then finding a guy. And yes, it is partially because of past relationships, but I don't want to think about them! So shut up about it!"

"Okay okay, I'll shut up." Joslin sighed.

"Good. Now you better go, I got a report to write." Christa turned in her chair, opened up a Word document, and began writing the report.

A few hours went by and Christa got the report finished. She went up to the third floor and gave it to Wilson in his office. After grabbing some coffee, she headed back to the second floor and back to her computer. She opened up her email and saw Wilson sent everyone in the building an email. The email read:

Department Staff,

Detective John Shaw is returning to active duty from his break tomorrow. Last time he was here, he felt a bit outcast by everyone from what I heard. But after the hellacious night he had as he exposed Burke for his crime a month ago, a lot of the officers that were here when it happened are praising him. For the new people here, please on your best behavior with Shaw's return. Hope you all make him feel good coming back to work. I know I will.

Captain Wilson

Christa heard of Shaw when she got transferred, but no one exactly said what he did. All she knows is that people are amazed he survived the hell he went through to expose his former partner. Honestly, she was actually kind of excited to see him return to work. She was going to see him for the first time tomorrow.

Two hours later, and with one of those hours spend down in the shooting range, Christa was given permission by Wilson to go off-duty for the night. She sighed a bit, bummed that she didn't get a case to work on today.

"Guess he didn't have a case for me to work on." Christa said as she shut down her computer. She snuck over to Joslin's cubicle to say goodbye before trying to quietly make her way out.

"Hey Christa!" Tommy's voice was heard approaching her.

"Oh god…" Christa groaned to herself. She turned to look at Tommy. "What is it, Mercer?"

"You leaving? I thought you said you had to work late." Tommy asked.

Christa shrugged, "Wilson gave me the okay to stop for the night."

"Well since you're off, how about dinner? I'll be off duty in thirty minutes." Tommy suggested.

"No thanks, Mercer. Got my own dinner waiting at home. I'll see you tomorrow." Christa simply said before turning on her heel and heading out of the second floor and down into the parking area. She started up her car and headed home.


So this chapter was basically introducing Christa into this story. As you can tell (and if any of you know her from my wrestling stories), her character is a bit different in this one so far. That's on purpose as this is based on a movie, but I may still show signs of her real self here. X) Will we see Shaw next chapter? We shall see.