Chapter 1 - Unbelievable

Electrified blue eyes looked around the busy hallway of the arena. The fans were already lined up around the outside of the arena and had more than likely been there for hours upon hours just waiting to be let in the building. No one had more loyal fans than the WWE; even he had to admit that. The fan base that followed him from the Indy's to WWE was astonishing, but the fan base he'd gained since coming to the WWE was astronomical.

Though they did like to drive him nuts by calling his characters name as loudly as they possibly could. It was those times he wished he could've told Dusty Rhodes to can the Dean Ambrose name, but he was a legend and there was NO WAY he would ever speak to that man like that.

The hustle and bustle of the arena on a Monday Night Raw night was insanity run amuck. Jon knew the minute the fans entered the building his adrenaline would shoot through his veins and get him hyped for whoever he was facing in the ring later that night. Tonight would be no different. The fans would start entering the building in an hour.

Jon readjusted the strap of his duffle bag across his shoulder as he looked for his locker room that he had been sharing with his best friend and ex-shield member Joe Anoa'i or better known in the WWE world as Roman Reigns. They had traveled so much together as the Shield that they really had formed a strong brotherly bond. He also considered Joe's twin cousins Jonny and Joshua Fatu his family as well.

Jon quickly found his locker room and just as he entered he could hear the three Samoan men chuckling about something. "Hey boys, what's good?" He asked as he set his bag down before turning to the men and fist bumping the trio.

Joe shook his head. "Oh nothing the female fans are getting more daring since I decided to keep entering the ring through the crowd. I got groped again last night. I've never been groped so much in my life. The last time I got groped that much was when Alaina and I first started dating. 2 years later and she still can't keep her hands off me; not that I'm complaining." He chuckled out. "Hey Stephanie sent one of her minions down here to retrieve you. He was shaking in his loafers, if I was you I'd bust a move to get down to her office before she takes his head off for not bringing you back with him."

Jon groaned as he rolled his eyes before he turned and left the room; trying to prepare himself for the firing squad. He couldn't imagine what he'd done now to piss off the boss.

Wild jade eyes blinked as they looked around the room, she'd gotten a call from her sister a couple of weeks ago about the WWE needing a couple of personal assistants for the newer solo superstars. Her fiery waist length hair was piled on top of her head being held in place with two chop sticks. Her black skinny jean covered legs were crossed at the knee as her black 3 inch peep toe heels clicked on the floor showing her nerves. Her hands were slightly fidgeting with the buttons of her black plaid form fitted short sleeve dress shirt.

Stephanie Levesque (better known to the WWE world as Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley) looked over at Miss Mathews. "Don't be so nervous. Jade assured me you are the best when it comes to being an assistant. I was reading over your resume. You actually come quite highly recommended. You've got several letters of recommendation from past employers. This should be a cake walk for you, honestly."

"Thank you Mrs. Levesque."

"Stephanie please. You are part of the WWE family now." Stephanie stated with honesty shining in her blue eyes.

A solid knock on the office door pulled both women from their conversation. "Come in." Stephanie ordered softly. She really wasn't the shrew she played on TV. At least she really hoped she didn't come off that way personally. Her blue eyes went to the office door as it opened. "Mr. Good, nice of you to join us. Please take a seat next to Miss Mathews." She motioned to the empty chair.

Jon's electric blue eyes looked at the two women occupying the room and knew something funky was about to go down. Jon took a seat as his eyes took in the redhead sitting next to him before he turned his attention to his bosses daughter.

"Jonathan, it's no secret my father is very high on your Dean Ambrose character even if the writing team can't seem to get their shit together where it concerns Dean Ambrose. When the Shield was still together you guys had an assistant looking after all three of you, but we've noticed how you are struggling with your schedule since going into a solo career. So Dad spoke to me about getting you an assistant to help with your schedule. I know all signings and appearances have practically doubled so we know you are definitely going to need some help. The young lady to your left is Karlee Mathews; she is you're new assistant. I'm sure you guys can work out the details." Stephanie explained.

Jon stood up and left the office once he felt he'd been dismissed. He started down the hallway and then could hear the annoying clicking of a pair of heels following him.

"Mr. Ambrose…"

Now that was just annoying.

"Excuse me! Mr. Ambrose…"

Jon shook his head and kept walking as the clicking heels were ticking in time with his nerves. If she said Mr. Ambrose one more time…

"Dean Ambrose!" Karlee finally shouted as her jade eyes widened as he suddenly stopped before he turned on his heels to face her then backed her against the wall.

"You can call me Jon. You can call me Jonathan. You can call me asshole. You can even call me a dirty son of a bitch, but if you ever call me Dean Ambrose again lady we are going to have a problem." He growled softly.

"I-I-I thought the superstars didn't like being called by their real names." Karlee stuttered out as she peered up at him. The growl in his voice made her knees weak. No man had ever had that effect on her before. She watched as he growled before pushing off the wall and away from her before he continued down the hall back to his locker room. Karlee let out a breath heavily she didn't realize she'd been holding; before she turned and followed the same direction as Jon.

Joe's head snapped up as the locker room door busted open and Jon walked back into the room. "So what did Queen Boudica want?" He asked curiously.

Jon rolled his eyes before making a face as he pointed to the doorway where the assistant was standing. "They assigned some skirt to follow me around, wipe my nose and tell me where I need to be."

Karlee kicked her hip to the side as she planted a hand on her hip. "Actually I'm not following you; I'm more of an assistant to you to help you and if you can't wipe your own nose than I'm going to have to ask you not sit near me when you've got a cold."

Joe chuckled loudly at Jon's growl before he disappeared into the bathroom. "Please come on in and have a seat." He pushed a chair over towards her. "Joe Anoa'i." He stated and offered his hand.

Karlee looked at the large man skeptically before she shook his hand; her hand was virtually swallowed by his - she never felt so small in her life. "Karlee Mathews." She asked as she stepped into the locker room full of men and took a seat in a metal fold up chair.

Joe nodded at Jonny first. "That's my cousin Jonathan Fatu and his twin Joshua." He watched as the redhead leaned over and shook hands with them as well.

Karlee jumped slightly when the bathroom door slammed. "Is he always so non-verbal?"

Joe shook his head negatively. "Nah. Jon is a little on the quiet side. It takes him MONTHS to warm up to anyone before he will say more than two words, a little longer if you want a full sentence." He joked.

"So what if he growled out a warning?" She asked curiously.

Joe chuckled. "That just means you pissed him off already. What did you do?"

"Called him Dean. I didn't mean to make him mad. I was just under the assumption that most of you guys didn't like being called by your real names." Karlee stated honestly.

Jonny laughed. "Don't worry about Jon. Most of us could give a shit what you call us since you work for the company. You just have to kind of watch it when you are around the fans."

"Some fans don't know our real names and some are smart enough to do the leg work to find them out. Jon doesn't like being called Dean when he's not working or in character; believe me once you've been here long enough you'll figure that all out on your own." Jey put his two cents in as well.

"Thanks, I appreciate the heads up. You know when my sister told me she worked here I didn't really think much of it until I started watching it. Watching you guys put your bodies on the line every night was complete insanity to me." Karlee said with a soft laugh. "What do your wives or girlfriends think?" She asked.

Joe chuckled. "My girl said as long as I can still get naked she doesn't care what I do in the ring."

Karlee couldn't stop the laughter that bounced out of her mouth. "I guess if that's her only request you can't really deny it."

"Nope."

An hour later the bathroom door opened and Jon stepped out in jeans, a black beater and his wrestling boots, his hands and wrists were taped. His hair was wet and a mess. He was ready to bang some heads and deflate some egos in the ring.

Karlee watched as he walked across the room and started to leave. "Must be match time."

Jon watched as the babysitter stood from her seat and started to follow him out of the locker room and down the hallway towards the Gorilla position. Her clicking heels were going to set off his nerves before he even got to the ring for his match.

Jon stopped mid-stride and spun around. "If you are going to continue to follow me - lose the heels. They are getting on my last nerve." He watched as she kicked them off before picking them up and following him barefoot.

As she watched his match from the gorilla pit she was in complete awe of him. The way he voiced his opinion on the mic and the way he moved in the ring. She could tell wrestling was in his blood. She truly enjoyed watching him in his element; wrestling was definitely his niche in life. As he came back through the curtain she handed him a towel and a bottle of water and proceeded to follow him back to his locker room. "Shouldn't we at least discuss how you want to do this or your schedule or something?" Karlee asked.

Jon stopped and looked back at her before he shook his head. "Just tell me where I have to be babysitter and I'll be there." He turned and walked into the locker room and was glad she didn't follow.

Joe looked up. "Bro where's your assistant; you didn't lose her already did you?" He smirked.

Jon shook his head. "This is not going to work. I don't need some skirt following me around and offering to change my diapers for me. She's so annoying with her clinking high heels and questions."

Joe chuckled. "Don't be a dick man. If they got you an assistant then let her help you."

"I don't see how some skirt is going to help me. I'm a grown ass man I know how to read a schedule and now suddenly the higher ups want to keep tabs on me. I don't need a babysitter and I damn sure don't need an assistant." He stunk and needed a shower. "This shit is completely unbelievable." Jon punctuated that with a slam of the bathroom door.

"Well he certainly knows what he does and doesn't want."

Joe looked towards the door after he cringed; seeing the assistant standing there with a frown marring her face; realizing she'd heard everything Jon had said. "He'll come around. It just takes him a while to get used to someone new."

Karlee shook her head. "Yea well I won't hold my breath." She stated before she backed out of the doorway and headed down the hall.

Emerald eyes looked up from the laptop in front of her as the knock on the door pulled her from her husband's schedule.

"You want me to get it darlin'?" His southern draw asked. He knew she was working on not only his wrestling schedule but also his real estate one as well. Since she'd already been managing his professional wrestling life it was a no brainer to have her do the real estate side as well.

"Please…" She stated with a big smile.

He tugged on a strand of her dark auburn hair as he stood from the couch in his locker room and went to the door. He was not surprised to see his sister-in-law standing on the other side of the door, but he was surprised at the frown on her face. "Karlee are you alright darlin'?" He asked.

"He's a mean asshole." Was all she said as she entered the Undertaker's dressing room.

Oh this was not good, Mark thought.

Jade looked over the lid of her laptop as her little sister walked into the locker room. "What happened Squish?"

Karlee rolled her eyes at the nickname. "Stephanie hired me and I signed the contract and then she decided to drop me on Jonathan Good. And he's decided he doesn't need a babysitter, but because Vince insisted that I can just tell him where to go and he'll be there. He doesn't like my heels and growled at me when I called him Dean Ambrose."

Mark growled slightly. "I knew those new guys were going to be a problem." Mark stood up and looked between the sisters. "You tell me right now; do I need to smash some heads? You already know I will all you have to so is say the word."

Karlee shook her head. "No, I'm just going to have to figure out how to deal with it." She reached up and pulled her chop sticks from her hair and let it cascade down. She was just not sure how yet.

"Unbelievable."