(Hey! Sorry guys for not updating in so long! I've been so busy with college and dance practice lately! I have a lyrical solo so I've been focusing on that a lot! Competition is this week so keep your fingers crossed!)

"Here you go!" said the cashier as she hands me my cappuccino.

I walked out of the coffee shop and into the crowded streets of Buffalo, New York. Old School Raw is tomorrow night. I am so excited! I can't wait to meet all the old legends that I've idolized! I was making my way to Buffalo's biggest gym. When I walked in, there was so many amazing and good looking men, working out and most of them just watched me pass by. When I found an empty room, I put my headphones in, listening to Black Eyed Peas and started stretching. I also decided to hip hop dance a little bit since that pumps me up. Then, I bumped into somebody behind me and when I turned around, it was Dean. He looked pretty handsome with his hair pulled back like his usually is. I stopped my music and took my headphones off.

"Do you have to watch me?"

"I didn't know you were here so it's not my fault."

"You messed up my warmup. Thanks."

"No, don't mind me just keep dancing." He said, sitting down and smiling.

"No... I think I'm ready." I said as I walked out of the room and he follows me. "What are you doing here so early?"

"I usually meet Seth and Roman here but most of the time, I travel with them. This time, I just wanted to get here by myself."

"Me too." I said. "Trainer!"

"What are you doing?"

"Going to get a trainer to wrestle with me so I can practice."

"No, let me be your trainer."

"Uh huh, yeah." I scoffed.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, little girl. I've been in the wrestling business since I was 18 so let's just say, I know a lot more than you do."

"Uh huh, and who won NXT Season 3... oh yeah, that's me! I got into this business."

"You know, I was this..." he motioned closer to me and brought his index finger and his thumb really close together. "...this close...to getting a WWE contract years ago and I wasn't even 20!"

"Oh whatever, old man."

"What did you just call me?"

"You heard me, old man..." I said, getting in the ring. "Why don't you try to prove it? Beat me in a match. Right now."

"Yeah, I don't hit women."

"Sure, you don't hit women." I said, raising an eyebrow.

"When I'm drunk... by accident."

"Drunk or not, I can still kick your ass, old man."

"Stop calling me that."

"Oh wait, are you getting... mad? I see a little bit of anger on your face. Come on old man." I said, now antagonizing him.

"Fine, you want to bring it. Let's do this, little girl." He said, getting into the ring and we started circling each other.

"Oh yeah, keep calling me little girl. I'm still going to leave your blood all over the mat." I said as we started fighting.

I've never actually fought with a man before. It was pretty hard but I managed to get a couple of punches to his face. He was stronger though, probably stronger than Seth most likely. Finally, he managed to get the three pin on me and won. He was bleeding pretty good. I just laid on the mat, exhausted.

"And your winner, Dean Ambrose!" He shouted and then laughed.

"I demand a rematch!" I said, laying a finger in the air.

"Fine... DING DING!" He said as he collapsed on me. "1...2...3! Your winner, Dean Ambrose!"

"I wasn't even ready, you jerk!" I said, trying to pull him off.

"Well, too bad." He said, pulling his hair back again.

We were now taking deep breaths and looked into each others eyes. He looked calm and not that same psychotic man that you usually see in The Shield. He brushed a hair from my face.

"Why are you so beautiful? It's like everytime I go to sleep, you're in my head."

I just smiled. "That's the sweetest thing that has came out of your mouth."

He laughed. "Look, I know you see me as this weird and crazy guy but I can be really nice at times.

"At times?"

"You know what I mean. Come on, give me a chance."

"I can't break up with him and say 'Sorry but I want to go out with Dean now, bye.' I mean, you can't do that."

"Well, yeah you can."

"But it'll be wrong..."

"You can think that but then you can have me."

He kisses me as we still lay in the ring together. I try to fight off these feeling but they are too strong. Finally, I just gave up and started kissing him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. We finally stopped and sat up.

"Dean, we can't do this. I'm sorry. I have feelings for you now but I just don't want to keep doing this to him, okay?"

"Yeah, I understand. How about you and I go out for a drink?"

I thought about it for a second, hoping that it won't go any further; At least, until me and Seth broken up or something.

"If we don't sleep together, then yes... I would love that."

"Cool. Meet me at 10 downstairs and your hotel and we'll head out."

I got up and decided to leave for my place but then, I looked back and stared at him.

"Since when are you being so nice?"

"I told you. I can be nice at times."

"AT times. Notice the AT." I said, walking out and stopped again. "Oh and by the way, your nose is still bleeding."

"He wiped up his blood and looked at me I just rolled my eyes and walked out of the room.

Later that night, it was finally 10:00 at night. I was sitting in the hotel's lobby in a white and black boatneck striped shirt, jeans with a brown belt, brown lace up boots, pink blazer and with my hair half up and curly. Finally, Dean arrives in a black trenchcoat and jeans with black gloves. I was surprised, he looked clean and more classy like.

"Wow, you actually look presentable." I said.

"Thanks." He said and I laughed.

We walked out and it was cold, like freezing cold. I started cussing in my head, regretting not bringing a better jacket. Finally, we got to the bar and ordered drinks. We sat next to a window and watched people and cars pass by and the city's lights. I was enjoying his company. I've learned more about him that night, more than I did on the plane. We were laughing too so it was really nice being around him. We were talking about his Tournament of Death match at CZW with Brain Damage when he got a saw to the head.

"I knew that saw was fake. I mean come on, you wouldn't be standing here today." I said, taking a sip of my Heineken.

"Exactly, people can be fucking idiots! But they bought it!" He said, puffing out a smoke.

"I don't like hardcore wrestling. They will go to any limits to please their crowds and still make it look fake."

"I don't know... It sounded like they bought it."

"You don't even have a scar on your head!"

"Like I said." He smiled.

"From a creepy guy like you, you are very interesting." I said.

"Should I take that as a compliment?"

"Yes." I laughed.

"So what's up with you? Tell me about yourself."

"Well, I used to be a dance teacher... Actually, I still do it but it's whenever I have time. Then, I started wrestling at ROH and wrestled there for a couple of years then came to FCW and then here we are. Let's just say there's nothing fascinating about me."

"Now, I don't think that's true. I think your very fascinating."

"Oh sure. Once you get to know me, you'll find me pretty boring."

"Honestly, I don't find you boring at all."

"You're sweet." I said, grabbing a waiter that was passing by. "Can I have another Heineken please?"

"It's on me." He said and the waiter nodded and walked away.

"You don't have to do that. I can pay for my own drinks."

"No, it's okay. I want to."

"Have you bought girls their drinks before you fuck 'em?"

"Not really, sluts usually but their own drinks. A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn't buy their own drink. It's common courtesy for men to care about their women."

"Their women?"

"You know what I mean."

"It just sounds weird coming from your mouth."

The waiter brings back another Heineken and I opened it up and started drinking.

"I want to know something." He said as he put out his cigarette.

"Sure. What's up?" I said as I put my drink down.

"What is it about Seth?"

I huffed and looked out to the crowd passing by the window. "Do we have to talk about this?"

"I want to know."

"I love him Dean and he loves me. Honestly, he's not that cheating type. Besides, I'm giving him another chance, even though he technically didn't do anything wrong. I mean they can look at pretty girls but they just can't screw with them. When I have a boyfriend, I can still look. I mean I'm not ashamed."

"You're right about that but..."

"Dean. You don't have to say anything. I know what you're about to say." I said, patting on his hand.

"I do want you to be happy but I just want you to be with me instead of him."

I looked down at my drink and huffed. "Can we drop the subject?"

"Yeah... Let's talk about something else."

After we finished up, it was time to head back to our hotels and get some sleep for tomorrow night. It was still very cold outside, probably even more freezing than it was before. I was shivering and my teeth were chattering. That's when Dean pulled me closer to him, under his armpit to keep me warm. I instantly felt better and snuggled into him closer, keeping myself warm. The crowded streets and the bright city lights were amazing with the cold weather breezing through and the moon in the sky, shining. Finally, we got to my hotel and we stopped inside the lobby.

"I had a great time tonight. First time you took a pretty girl out like me for a drink?"

He just smiled. "Yeah. I usually just fuck the girls and be done with them."

I was about to open my mouth but Dean stopped me.

"But sadly, I'm not going to do that to you."

"Sadly?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I was really fighting the urge."

"Well, that night we had back at Doha... it wasn't bad."

"Oh yeah, I noticed. Despite your screaming."

I just blushed and giggled.

"Well, I'm going to let you go and get some sleep."

"What about you?"

He scoffed. "I don't ever go to sleep."

"Occasionally, you do right?"

"Whenever I'm feeling like I'm about to pass out, then yeah."

"Good, we need you on your A game if you want to save this company from quote 'Injustice'." I said, wiggled my index finger and my middle finger when I said Injustice.

"True." He said and we laughed. "Well, see you tomorrow, I guess." He said, walking away.

"Hey."

He looked back at me.

"We should do this again, sometime."

He smiled. "I would like that very much." He said as he disappeared into the cold night.

I smiled as I headed up to the elevator. He was such a gentleman tonight. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.