Note that this story, being an AU, with take place in the same timeline as the current WWE universe, but the shows (RAW, Smackdown, etc.) are going to be altered and they most likely will have nothing to do with the actual broadcast. Also, the guys might be VERY OOC...
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Chapter 1
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The show only had about 30 minutes left. Roman paced in the corridor as Dean nonchalantly leaned his weight against a wall.
Triple H and Stephanie were both in the ring pissing the crowd off. It was amazing that they were still in business. You'd think by now their would be riots upon riots outside of each event.
Tonight had been a bit of a doozy.
Romans match, Deans match, the whole issue with Brock Lesnar mauling innocent employees because he felt like having a hissy fit.
Dean bit the inside of his cheek. "Roman."
"What?" Was the cold response he got.
"Calm down."
"Calm down? Huh, that's the funniest thing I've heard all day...besides hearing about Lesnars suspension." He was still pacing.
Dean sighed and walked up to Roman. He placed a hand on his shoulder. Roman froze in place. He was hoping that Dean didn't pull another kissing stunt like last night. Not that he minded; it was the fear of getting caught. He'd rather play Taboo than go around having to explain to every passerby why he had a sense of feeling toward his former, well, current, team member.
"Look, Roman-"
"Dean, I just want to get through tonight, please."
"And now, ladies and gentlemen," Triple H's voice boomed over the microphone and thousands of fans in the crowd. "since we, according to the WWE universe, love sending 'storms of crap' your guys' way, we have some exciting news! Since Seth Rollins cashed in his Money in the Bank last night at Wrestlemania, and he royally pissed of Brock Lesnar earlier tonight, I feel like someone needs to get their revenge. But, being that Lesner will be unable to attend RAW for the next few weeks, that leaves only one more candidate for revenge."
Both men backstage stared at one another with nervous eyes.
"This is retarded." Roman sneered.
Dean was at a loss of words. He gave Roman a sympathetic look. Romans music suddenly blared loudly. "That's our cue." Roman bulked up before he began to walk.
The mixed emotions coming from the crowd were astonishing.
While Dean ran out from backstage seeming to be pumped up, Roman walked beside him with his shoulders set and fists clenched. The crowd in the front rows reached forward from both sides with the desire to take selfies, talk, or even touch the superstars.
It was a bit intimidating to see Triple H standing tall alongside his wife. They had their cocky smirks plastered on their faces.
Roman climbed into the ring by the side while Dean ran up the metal steps. When in the ring, Roman was tossed a microphone.
"Now, Roman, we all know that you lost your match to Seth Rollins last night. Is this why you've recruited Dean as your, heh, sidekick?"
Roman snarled. "If you hadn't sent your little puppet out in the ring last night, I would've beaten Lesnar. I already had him busted up."
"Look, Roman-"
"WHAT?!" The crowd chanted in unison.
"What happened last night-"
"WHAT?!"
"We didn't send Seth out last night-" Triple H was getting louder.
"WHAT?!"
Triple H laughed; annoyed at the crowd.
Dean smirked. Romans mouth twitched upwards. "You know what? I didn't recruit Dean for payback. I recruited him because, when you really think about it, Seth was more of a helmet than a shield." The crowds boisterous cheers roared throughout the entire arena.
The look of distaste was blatant on Stephanie's face. "Now Roman," She said while taking a step forward. "You don't want to end up like Brock, do you? Because with the snap of my fingers, you'll be gone." She put a lot of emphasis on the word "gone".
Deans face twitched.
"You're gonna suspend me? I don't think so." Roman snickered.
"Oh! So you're gonna have a smart ass attitude, eh? Well I'll tell you boys what. You can keep your little two man shield afloat so long as you meet our standards.
When Roman saw Deans eyebrows go up, he looked back towards Stephanie, then at Triple H. "Standards? And what would those be?"
Triple H lifted his microphone. "Our 'standards', Roman, aren't that hard to reach. You two prove you can be a stable tag team and we might consider approving your tag team."
Roman scoffed while shaking his head.
"Take it or leave it." Was all Triple H said.
Contemplating whether or not to walk away from this staged act or go along with it, Roman looked to Dean for support. Dean couldn't understand why all eyes were on him.
He cracked his knuckles before snatching the microphone from Romans weak grasp. "We'll take it." The sound emitted from the microphone as it dropped to the ground was ear piercing.
Roman felt his stomach churn.
"Alright, gentlemen. You've got yourselves a deal." Triple H held his hand out.
Dean shoved past Roman and tightly gripped Triple H's hand. The two had two choices, given to them earlier by the Authority. Option one was to take the bet. Option two? Well, that would result in a violation of both contracts and resulting in both men being fired...there really wasn't any doubt about picking the first option. Well, for Dean, at least.
The show had run over by ten minutes.
And hey, no obscure interruptions!
When the cameramen gave the cue that the cameras were off the air, Roman and Dean hastily exited the ring, followed by Triple H and Stephanie.
Roman tensed a little when Triple H slapped a large hand on his shoulder as they walked. "Good choice, fellas. Good choice." The two were then passed by the married couple.
"...What the hell, Dean?!" Roman shouted when they were, once again, alone in the locker room.
Dean didn't face Roman. He gathered his belongings from his locker and slammed it shut with a smile. "There's a reason for everything, Roman." He was about to walk past Roman when he was shoved backwards as Romans hand contacted with his chest. "...What?"
"You've been acting stupid lately. And not your normal lunatic self either."
"I haven't got the slightest clue what you mean." He tried to play off his intentions innocently.
Roman jerked him around a little more. "Don't play dumb with me, Ambrose. First the kiss. Now agreeing to be my tag team partner. What the hell?"
"Just a little pick me, well you, up."
"Stop, alright?! Just stop. I don't need a 'pick me up', okay?"
Deans face faltered before he pried himself away from Roman and headed back towards the door.
"Night, Roman."He mumbled while pushing the door open.
When the door shut, Roman punched his locker, leaving a more than noticeable dent. If anyone wasn't acting like themselves lately, it was him.
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Like I had mentioned in the first AN, I'm terribly sorry that this is OOC :/ other than that, THANKS FOR THE READS/LIKES/ETC! means SOOOO much ~
((any plot/grammar errors should be avoided THANKS!))