Chapter Two: Anguish, Denial, and Heartbreak


A/N: Sorry this chapter is a little late guys. Enjoy.


-Saturday morning, April 25th, 7:29am-

Over the course of the next couple of days, Dean mostly kept to himself. One of those reasons being because he had a match against Luke Harper in twenty-four hours at Extreme Rules.

One thing that was in his favor for this match, however, was the fact that were no rules. This meant that he could do whatever the hell he wanted to, and he had to admit, he was more than likely going to take some of his anger out on the most annoying member to be a part of the Wyatt Family.

After all, anyone who lived next door to someone like Harper would call the cops. Unless you're Dean Ambrose. Then you'll go the route of kicking his ass instead.

After going on a run that lasted close to two hours to help the Lunatic Fringe clear his mind, he found himself sitting in one of the local restaurants of Chicago.

"Do you know what you would like to order sir?" His waitress politely asked him as she approached his table.

"Yeah, I'll have a beer and large pizza," he replied.

"I'll make sure to bring that right out," she answered with a nod.

Twenty minutes later as Dean ate his pizza, he began to think more in depth about his match that was going to be taking place tomorrow night. This was a match he needed to win. He had a horrible record at paper-per-views since the split of The Shield, and it was starting to get to him.

Once he had finished his meal, paid his bill, and left the tip, Ambrose made his way back to the hotel. It wasn't that he was in a dark mood, but the Ohio native was in no mood to deal with anyone.

So when he bumped shoulders with Miz while making his way to his room, it was safe to say that he was less than pleased. "Watch where you're going you worthless moron," he mumbled.

"Excuse me?" Miz asked with a raise of his eyebrows. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to, Ambrose? I am Mike "The Miz" Mizanin! I am the Marine, damn it! You have no right to talk to me like that! And last time I checked, I'm a guy who is loved and known by many people. Including my beautiful fiancée Eve Torres. Who do you have, Ambrose? Oh, that's right. Nobody. You have no one in your life because you're a loner and no one will ever have the patience to deal with you and your short temper."

Dean's blue eyes quickly darkened. Who did Miz think he was to stand here and judge him as if Miz knew his whole life story. Which he didn't, of course. Because that was a very personal story that only a very selective amount of people knew.

A loud gasp left Miz when Dean's fist connected with his lip, busting it. "Shut your goddamn mouth, Mizanin. You don't know a damn thing about me!" He snapped, shaking his hand, unaware of the force behind the punch he had just given to Miz. Not feeling satisfied with just a punch, the Lunatic Fringe shoved Miz as hard as he could, sending his body flying into the wall they stood a few feet away from.

His eyes watched as the body of Miz hit the wall, and then the floor. The wall showing the results of the force behind the shove. "You should really start to think about what you're going to say before that fuckin' shit leaves your damn mouth, Mizanin. Because unlike everyone else you push around, I'm not afraid to put you in your place or throw a punch," he growled in a low tone of voice as he stood over the A-Listers body, and then he was gone, as he stormed down the hall, entered his hotel room that was a few feet down the hallway, and slammed the door.

Renee, who was walking to her hotel room after getting her favorite Starbucks drink as a pick me up after a long day, looked on sadly. Dean had never noticed her since his back was to the Canadian.

She had so badly wanted to approach him, especially since he was so angry. Although she knew better than to go up to him. He had told her to stay away from him, and as hard as it was for the blonde to stay away, she was trying her very best.

All she wanted to do was to get to know the man known as the Lunatic Fringe. She was drawn to him, and she wanted to know everything about him. His past, his fears, what made him happy, or what made him angry. But it was going to be a lot harder than she ever imagined. Because one thing she did learn was that Dean was very good at keeping up that brick wall he had built, and pushing people away.

Renee had plans to change that. She had plans to change all of it, and she wasn't going to give up anytime soon. She was going to do whatever she had to so she could figure him out.


Sighing heavily, Dean collapsed onto the bed face first. After stripping himself of all his clothing aside from his boxers, he crawled under the covers, and shut his eyes.

He had a fight he needed to win tomorrow.

But he quickly found out that he had too much on his mind to sleep. As he lay there staring at the ceiling, he couldn't help but to question himself. Why did he have to push Renee away? She didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve for him to treat her the way he had. She was the closest thing he had to a friend in months.

He pushed her away because he was the reason she had gotten shot. Or so he thought. It seemed as if wherever he went, trouble followed him. Even though it didn't seem like it, he was having her stay away from him so she could be safe.

That was his way of showing he cared about her, by keeping her out of trouble. Which meant he had to push her away, even if he didn't want to.


-Extreme Rules, April 26th, 2015-

As Dean walked down the ramp in Chicago that would lead him to the ring, he listened to the fans cheer for him, and he heard the screams that belonged to those crazy fan girls. Tonight was going to be a good night, he could feel it.

As he waited for Harper to come out, he paced as he got in the mindset, ready for his match. However, he didn't wait for Harper to come to the ring. He went after the large man rather quickly, throwing left and right punches. Then he got out a kendo stick, using that to his advantage as the shots could be heard through the Allstate arena in Chicago.

The fast-paced match would quickly make it's way backstage as Dean chased Harper up the ramp and in the direction of where the locker rooms were, beating the creepy man with a kendo stick countless times.

The Chicago crowd cheered loudly with approval as Dean picked up a very large pipe, throwing it at the back of Harper's head who groaned loudly in pain.

Trying to get away from Ambrose, Harper quickly got into an SUV he found backstage. That wasn't going to stop Dean from going after Harper though, because he jumped through the passenger side window.

There was no doubt that he lived up to his nickname the Lunatic Fringe.

It wasn't until a half an hour later the rowdy Chicago crowd would see the two men again. The car crashing into a few equipment pieces backstage. Moments later, Harper was thrown out from the backseat of the SUV as his body hit the floor with a loud thud.

Renee, who had just finished interviewing The New Day, looked on with wide eyes as she watched Dean jump from the rooftop of the car.

After delivering an elbow to the heart to Harper, Ambrose stood to his feet, his eyes locking with Renee's. Why did he push her away? How could he be so stupid? She was so kind to him, and yet he pushed her away. Deep down he was aware of the fact that he had hurt the blonde beauty, and that made him feel even worse.

As Renee's eyes locked with Dean's, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring herself to break the eye contact. One look into those blue eyes, and it confirmed the feelings she knew she had for him all along.

She had indeed fallen for the Lunatic Fringe

The match between Harper and Ambrose finally returned into the squared circle, and both men went for the same weapon: Steel chairs.

Within moments, there had to be at least twenty chairs in the ring. Harper had quickly buried Ambrose under all of the chairs, and then made his way to the top rope so he could do an elbow drop. He knew that it could possibly put Dean away for the win, and he was going to do whatever it took to put the Lunatic Fringe away.

What he didn't expect, however, was for his plan to backfire. Ambrose got out from underneath the pile of chairs, catching Harper by surprise.

Not throwing away a moment of opportunity, Dean delivered Dirty Deeds to Harper on the large pile of chairs. Three seconds later, he heard his own name being announced as the winner of this match.

It may have taken ten months, but Dean Ambrose had finally picked up a paper-per-view win.


Elsewhere, Eve had just finished a workout and was waiting for Mike to return. She hadn't been able to spend as much time with the blue eyed Superstar like she wanted to as of late, and it hurt her. She missed him. She was going to show him just how much she loved him tonight.

After an hour of waiting for Mike to return to the hotel room, and there was still no sign of her fiancé, the Denver native quickly started to get worried, and she couldn't shake the sick feeling that she had in the pit of her stomach.

She jogged downstairs, making her way to the front desk. But she never got there because of the scene on that was unfolding local news. She couldn't hear what was being said because the volume on the TV was so low, but she was able to tell that there was some type of car wreck, and then it was in that moment she noticed the rental car that had been completely wrecked was the one that belonged to Mike.

Her heart sank into her chest as she fell to her knees, and began to sob. She knew that everyone in the lobby was looking at her as if she was crazy, but in this moment, she didn't care what anyone thought.

Picking herself up off of the floor, she forced herself to walk to her car. She knew that she had to go to the hospital so she would be able to find out something about Mike. Anything about him.

Ten minutes later, she was at Chicago's local hospital. She immediately ran to the front desk of the emergency room. "Hi, my name is Eve Torres, and I believe that my fiancé was brought in here not too long ago. I saw the car crash on the news, and I know that it was his car. His name is Mike Mizanin. Michael Mizanin. Please…." she begged the nurse as tears rolled down her cheeks and a pained sob escaped her body as she trembled.

"Yes ma'am," she answered. "But I have to warn you, your fiancé isn't in good shape at all. While he had the right away at a light, he was hit driver side by a drunk driver who was going at least sixty miles per hour," she explained as they walked to the room where Mike was staying. "He isn't able to breathe on his own, so we put him on oxygen. We aren't sure he's going to pull out of this, Ms. Torres. It's probably best if you say your goodbyes." She explained as gently as she could.

"You...you don't think that he'll ever recover?" She asked, her voice cracking as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, and another sob left her body.

The nurse shook her head. "No, Ms. Torres. The impact from the hit was extremely forceful, and even though your fiancé was wearing his seatbelt, the damage that was done can't be reversed. He suffered a major head injury when he was hit. His head collided with the window due to the force."

Eve nodded slowly, unsure of what to say. "Can I talk to him alone?" She whispered.

"Of course," she answered in a low tone.

The Denver beauty slowly entered the room, closing the door behind her. She looked at the love of her life. His pale face, his closed eyes, and when she touched his hand, she realized how cold it was. Never had she seen him look so weak. So broken. So lifeless.

She took a seat in the chair beside his bed, taking his cold hand into her own. She couldn't stop the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. "Baby…" she choked out in between her sobs. "I don't even know what to say right now…I have no words. I feel as if my world has been taken away from me. My heart has been ripped out of my chest, and shattered into million and millions of pieces. This wasn't supposed to happen…" She sobbed. "You just asked me to marry you less than a month ago. We were supposed to grow old together, have children…." she continued as more tears poured from her green eyes that were now bloodshot. "I just want you know that you are the most amazing, wonderful, loving, kind, caring, man that I have ever met. I don't care what anyone says. No one knows you the way I know you, Michael Mizanin. I love you, and I will always love you. Even though I didn't get to spend the amount of time I wanted to with you, the time we did spend together was amazing. We taught each other what it was like to be in love again, and that's something I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. Thank you for taking such great care of me, baby."

She slowly exhaled, letting out a breath she had been holding for the past ten minutes. "It's okay to let go, baby. I want you to know that. You don't have to hold on if you're too tired, and if you're too weak. You can let go because I know that I'll see again one day. Until that day comes….I know that you will be watching over me. Rest easy, baby." The brunette beauty whispered against his skin as she pressed a long, loving kiss to his forehead.

As the nurse pulled the plug, and Eve heard the sound of the flatline to Mike's heart monitor, that's when she knew that her worst nightmare had become her reality, and as she looked at the love of her life who was now at peace, there was one thing she was sure of.

She was going to do whatever it took to find out who killed her fiancé. No matter what the price.


A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is so short. I didn't plan on it being so short, but this is the hardest thing I have ever written, and even though I probably sound ridiculous, I cried while writing this. Miz my second favorite Superstar, and I absolutely love him to pieces. This was not easy by any means. I plan to have chapter three up sooner this time around, and I also plan on making it longer. Please take the time to review. Thank you. - Melly.