"Dean Ambrose my man!" exclaimed Seth Rollins excitedly as he gave his long term friend a big affectionate hug. "I am so glad you're back! It's been forever huh." the Iowa native laughed.
Dean patted his friend's back as he fell into the hug. His bro, Seth Rollins himself. They had been friends since their days in FCW & it honestly felt so damn good to be back. "Yea man." he chuckled, "Too long almost." he then took the time to look around the large place as he smiled, "I missed this place. Wrestling & i should not spend too much time apart."
Rollins smiled back, "Of course of course man."
In all honesty Dean did feel great to be back. Due to some unfortunate events he had been granted his release to handle some past issues. Now, after what felt like a lifetime despite it only being two years, he was back & ready to kick some serious ass. He was ready to forget the things & people that had made him leave.
As he finished chatting it up with Rollins, Dean headed for his locker room to get ready for his first match since being back. The fans were in the blue about his return so not even people in the locker room knew. He walked amongst the crowd of superstars & divas heading to the locker room & judging by some of the looks & reaction he got, not everyone was keen on seeing him back, some people looked confused, others shocked & others had plain pokerfaces on not knowing whether to approach him or not, according to past events he was now a "dangerous man". Not like Dean gave a single damn, that locker room was like a High School itself so he had to pay no mind to the immature people now staring at him almost in disgust.
Once he was done hugging a couple honest, nice people in Dolph Ziggler & Erick Rowan, Dean finally got to the locker rooms. It felt good to be alone after all that mingling. He dropped his very heavy duffel bag on the ground & his shoulder began feeling numb after all that pressure.
He looked around only to be taken back into the whole scene. He hadn't been in a locker room in two years & in all honesty it felt too damn good being back.
He chuckled to himself & took out his ring gear from his duffel bag. He smiled down at the contents: his black wife beater. Yep. That was it. He had worn the black boots out from wearing them everywhere so he had bought some new ones for the ring, only to wear them everywhere too, those were the ones he had on. Jeans were really never a problem as he just wore to the ring whichever pair he had on that day, people liked to crack jokes about it, he only thought he was being frugal.
As he slowly started getting undressed ignoring the sudden rush of adrenaline in his body from performing for the first time in two years he heard that one familiar voice that could not be mistaken anywhere even if he tried, "Dean?"
Of course it had to be him the one person he did not want to be alone with, he had to be the one he was actually stuck alone with now in the locker room.
He turned around just as he was taking off his jacket & saw for the first time in two years:
him.