Chapter One

If the word "untamable" were ever broken down and applied to someone, Dean Ambrose would somehow still put them to shame. Standing well over average height at a towering 6'4" and built like a bouncer, he carried himself with the kind of confidence most men only wish they had. It was always there, be it in his typical swagger or his more aggressive and intimidating stalk. His dishwater hair was messy almost as if on purpose, like someone who knows they are probably going to get into some shit that night and aren't really concerned with looking good for the beat down. His attire as always when in the arena consisted of black pants with a thick leather belt, black clinging sleeveless t-shirt, boots that were scuffed around the edges, and a slate gray athletic hoodie that did nothing to hide his obvious physique. His hands were already taped up with black athletic tape, as if he came expecting a fight. Currently, he was pacing back and forth slowly near the backstage exit leading towards the upper deck areas, waiting for Rollins and Reigns. He rolled his shoulder and put a hand up to it, trying to stretch his shoulder out.

Kinsey Loxton cut the corner sharply moving much faster than she realized. She was paying more attention to looking behind her than where she was going. Slamming right into the back of the man pacing in the hall ahead of her, she nearly fells from the impact. Catching herself on the wall with one arm, she looked up and her eyes went wide.

Ambrose stumbled a step forward and caught himself on the stack of folding tables by the wall. He groaned and rolls his shoulder again, "What the..?"

Kinsey reached up and took her headphones out of her ears. "Oh shit..." She glanced back over her shoulder once more, then looked back at Ambrose. "I so did not mean to do that..."

Dean half turned, clearly annoyed, and leaned his back flat against the stack of tables. "No? I figured that, kiddo..." He popped his neck loudly to the side, then glanced her way, "You weren't swinging a chair or something at me, so figured it was an accident. You new here or something?"

Kinsey Loxton stood about 5'10" and weighed in currently at a solid 148 pounds. Her muscular athletic figure only reminded people why she was currently one of the hottest wrestler's in the WWE diva division. Long dark hair with auburn highlights cascaded in waves over her shoulders. Tan skin accentuates her blue-grey eyes. Full round lips completed her face, creating a stunning picture. She had no visible tattoos and only a very small scar at the base of her neck, where it blends to her shoulders as an imperfection. It took nothing away from her beauty. In fact, it only seemed to make her more attractive, proving she was real and not a walking dream. Currently she was in charcoal sweat pants rolled down to her hip line, and a loose off the shoulder grey sweatshirt that had little white skulls in a pattern all over it. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail at the moment, as she'd not managed her way to hair and make-up as of yet. In fact she was on her way to the locker now. She shifted her weight a bit form one foot to another. "To main roster? Yeah..." she glanced back where she came from again a moment, then back to Ambrose once more. "Uh, I'm Kinsey... they're debuting me tonight over here on main roster."

Dean leaned out a bit and looked around the woman, as if trying to see whatever she was looking for. When he didn't notice anything, he shrugged and leaned back against the stack again. "Just try not to let your nerves get the better of you, kiddo, and you'll do okay likely... Who they put you up against?"

Kinsey smirked at him. "Uh, not an issue." She shook her head. "Paige is getting a two v one with AJ and Tamina... so I'm tagging up with her tonight."

Dean raised his eyebrows, showing a little surprise, "Wow... fresh on the roster and jumping in with the big kids." He seemed a bit impressed.

Kinsey chuckled. "Riiighht... You aren't following developmental at the moment are you?" her head tilted to the side, as if sizing him up. She seemed to finally settle in, no longer shifting constantly.

Dean pushed off the stacked tables and rolled his shoulder, "Not really. Why? You win a bunch of gold down there or something?"

Kinsey shrugged and watched him move carefully. "Well yeah, but that's not what got me here. Steph and her bulldog... I mean husband could care less who's able to actually handle themselves or that the crowd backs right now."

Dean laughed, "Never have, never will. It's all about what's best for business, so don't forget that." Dean glanced over at the clock on the far wall, "The hell is taking them?" He thought to himself, clearly looking irritated and impatient.

"Oh yeah... learned that early on. So just decided to make sure I had something that her majesty was willing to negotiate for." Kinsey got an almost sort of predatory smile. "That the shoulder Regal fucked up?" She gestured to the shoulder he kept rolling with a head tilt.

Dean glanced at his shoulder, then moved to stretch his arm out once more. "Cost him half his damn ear for it, but yeah. What have you got she wants?"

Kinsey licked her lips and looked around feigning innocence a moment. "AJ may have passed out a couple weeks ago and dropped... oh... the title belt. Funny how shit happens sometimes." She shrugs.

Dean laughs, "You serious?"

Kinsey shrugs. "Hey... she came into my yard and started shit talking. First mistake. Then she and her gorilla didn't think Paige and I were an issue, mistake two. Last, she didn't tap out... big mistake."

From the arena outside, the crowd can be heard cheering as RAW begins for the evening. Triple H's voice starts to carry over the arena sound system in the distance.

Dean half listened to H talking over the sound system, "Your yard, huh?"

She nodded. "Kinda what being NXT champion means. My yard, my rules. Paige and I have always been tight for a long time." she looked him over reflexively, sizing him up. "So... knocked the little wannabe psycho out and left her tied up in Steph's office at full sail with the strong suggestion that Paige and I move up to main roster. When she noticed said note did not come attached with the missing title belt, she got the idea.""

Dean couldn't help but grin, amused. "That why you're looking over your shoulder so hard? AJ and her big ass bodyguard?"

Kinsey replied, "Something like that." She glanced at his shoulder and then gestured with a nod. "I can make that better if you want.""

Dean shook his head, "Uhh, pass. Had enough people look at it already. Besides, doesn't hurt enough to stop me."

Kinsey shrugged again. "Suit yourself... "Before she could say anything else Triple H's voice bellowed out over the arena to the roar of the crowd. He was announcing that Dean Ambrose would be defending his US Title tonight in a 20 man rumble.

Dean's eyes narrowed into fiery slits. He yelled in the general direction of the arena from where they were standing in the back, "WHAT?! Are you FREAKING kidding me? Twenty guys? Twenty. Damn, H, couldn't just walk back here like a man and take it! Steph has your balls in a jar, so you've gotta let 19 of your lap dogs do it for you?"

Kinsey watched Dean a moment, then licked her lips. "He really doesn't like you if he's willing to make Dick move like that, does he?" The crowd was going wild at the announcement.

Dean grabbed the top table off the stack, and throws it against the opposite wall in the hallway, "Damn it!"

Kinsey backed up a step. "Yeah... that'd be my queue to bail." She moved as if to cautiously step around him and head to the women's locker area.

Ambrose started off down the hallway, stepping right over the broken remains of the table as if they weren't' there, "I gotta go find the boys..." he turned mid-stride and walked back over to her, "Good luck on your match or whatever." He seemed a bit caught off guard that he had turned back to bother saying anything to her, rather than just stalking off like he intended. He then headed straight past her down the hallway, "And whatever you do, hang onto your belt as long as you freaking can JUST to piss Hunter off!" He called to her.

Kinsey caught his arm last second, quickly, before him entirely past her. "Just do what you do...he can't stop that." She touched two fingers to her lips and kissed them, then touched the tape on Ambrose hand. After that, she just lets him go and moved to head her own way as well. Dean was so angry he didn't seem to even care or notice the odd behavior. .