Seriously, you guys, all the love for this story is making my heart three sizes too big. Everytime I read a review, I just get giddy. Thank you so much nattiebroskette, UntilNeverDawns, Peachilee, Rossi's Lil Devil, HisMnkyPrincess, xSamiliciousx, Amie19, Allison and the two guests. You guys are so amazing!

The song for this one Spare Me by Caitlin Rose. The honorary song for this chapter is Only God Knows Why by Kid Rock and specifically requested by Rossi's Lil Devil. They both fit equally well.

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November 3rd, 2014- Buffalo, NY

Alex was pacing in the trainer's room. Her bag and script were sitting on the table beside her and she was so nervous. She was gonna fuck up, she just knew it. She was going to screw it up and let everyone down. She was going to let Stephanie down, let Jon down, let herself down, let everyone who ever believed in her down. What the hell had she been thinking? She had it made. She had a great job working with great people, she had tons of friends and she got to travel all over the world. But no, she'd given up that security and comfort so she could be on-camera. She would be making more money, sure, but she was also giving up her privacy and anonymity. And what if she got hurt? Then she'd be off tv and she wouldn't even be able to be a trainer either. She was risking so much, too much.

But what could she do now? Absolutely nothing. She had signed a new contract just yesterday and now she was staring at the script, walking back and forth, but her eyes wouldn't leave the papers laying on the table. She had to go out there, had to do this. She had to get out of her head and get ready. She was due in the gorilla in 45 minutes. She had to get herself under control. She spun around when she heard a knock on the door. She turned around and smiled at the welcomed intruder.

"Hey cupcake, how ya doin?"

Jon walked in, smiling down at her, and she smiled weakly. He had done all he could the past couple days to calm her nerves and it had for the most part worked, but now that it was showtime, she was worse than ever. It hadn't helped that Jon had been a little weird the past couple days. Weirder than normal even. He hadn't told Renée when he said he would but over the phone the next day, when he was home in Vegas and she was in New York City. It wasn't pretty. Renée was rightfully super pissed and had screamed at him for a good hour, calling him a coward and accusing him of engineering this to spend time away from her. When he'd told Alex this on saturday, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. She hadn't seen Renée yet tonight but she had a feeling that it was coming. She knew there was no way she was going to be able to stay clear of this. No matter how good Jon's intentions were, she knew this would somehow blow back on her. But right now, she couldn't worry about that. She had to focus on doing her best for Stephanie and everybody else.

"I'm ok, how are you?"

"Good, you ready for tonight?"

"I...uh, no not really..."

He came up to stand in front of her, "Don't worry, sweetheart, it's going to be fine. You're going to do great."

She looked up at him, a desperate need for assurance in her eyes. He surprised her by picking her up and setting her on the table, bringing them eye level with each other. He gently grabbed her face in his big hands, leaning his forehead to hers. She had no idea what he was doing but she didn't say anything to stop him. His fingers wrapped around the back of her neck and he whispered to her.

"Kiss me."

She stiffened and tried to pull back, but he didn't let her go.

"What?"

"We're going to have to smooch on-screen anyway so why not just get the first one out of the way? Won't be as awkward later."

His face was still dangerously close to hers and her eyes kept getting wider and wider.

"Who said we have to kiss?"

"Nobody but we want it to look like an actual relationship, right?"

She sighed, "Yeah, but..."

"So kiss me."

"No."

He smirked and leaned into her, making her lean back until he was towering over her. She couldn't help but be entranced by the look in his blue eyes. It was...feral, almost, like he was hunting her, leaving her feeling trapped and helpless. But also very turned on. She wanted him desperately in that moment and she thought she could see in his eyes that he wanted her too. But that wasn't right. None of this was right.

"Jon...I need you to stop."

"Why?"

"Because you've got a girlfriend."

"Two of them. I'm the luckiest guy in the world," he said, still sporting a very serious expression.

"I'm not your girlfriend."

"To the world, you are. And you need to remember that. Nobody knows who you are yet but after tonight, anytime we're in public, you have to remember that this," he said, motioning between them and the position they were in, "This will be what's expected. So, if it makes you uncomfortable when we're here in a room with nobody else, then how do you expect to pull it off out there in front of everyone?"

He was right and she hated it. Hated that touching him and doing things that people in relationships do, like holding hands and kissing, made her feel so wrong and deceitful but it was expected of them.

"I'll be fine."

"Will you? What's going to happen when we're doing a promo and I sling my arm around your shoulders? Are you going to flinch away like you so want to right now? What about when we're in front of the fans outside the arena and I hold your hand or lay one on you? Are you going to tell me to stop then?"

She knew the answer. She couldn't flinch or pull away or tell him to stop. They had to make it believable. She knew what she had to do then and even though every moral part of her was screaming, she had to do it. She closed the tiny gap between them and pressed her lips to his. It was his turn to stiffen and her brain whooped in delight. He may have been the one who excelled in surprises and unexpected actions, but she'd just gotten one over on him. He did not expect her to do that. Of course, he was a man and therefore his surprise quickly faded and he responded, pulling harder on the back of her neck.

Alex couldn't even describe what happened then. It was...magical. She felt things surge within her that she hadn't felt for a really long time. His soft lips and hers molded together like a perfect puzzle and there was something else that crept in that she hadn't thought possible: passion. Her hands came up off the table of their own volition and wound into curly, blonde locks, pressing his mouth harder into hers. He became a true madman then. There was a maniacal panic to his movements, like he was losing control of everything and she was his life-preserver. She anchored him down to her, not wanting it to end.

He tore away from her and moved back, staring wildly at her. Both were breathing heavily and he brought his hand up to run through his hair, not caring about how unkempt it was. She desperately groped in her mind for words to end the silence but nothing came. Her brain was scrambled, too lost in questions and unexplained feelings to even comprehend what to say. She was saved from saying anything when he looked at her one last time before storming out of the room. She was confused and exasperated. With him, with herself, with the entire situation.

Fuck me, she thought, what was that?

She sat in silence, going over everything in her head, until she noticed the time on the clock. She had five minutes to get to the gorilla and so she checked herself out in the mirror, making sure her makeup and clothes were fine. She didn't have much on her face and she was wearing regular blue jeans and a black t-shirt with the WWE logo on the breast. Stephanie had told her to wear normal clothes and these were it. Hopefully, her wardrobe in the future would be a little more fun but tonight, she understood why the average clothes were needed. She wasn't supposed to be on-camera, storyline-wise, she wasn't supposed to be done up to the nines. She did leave her hair loose, her wavy strawberry-blonde locks coming to an end at her shoulder blades. She'd considered putting it up, like it normally would be, but she figured it would add to the image of her being helpless and disheveled later on. Plus, if she needed to talk to Jon or anyone else in the ring, it would help.

She got to the gorilla and saw Huber and Windham waiting for her.

"Hey, little lady, you all set?"

She smiled, "Ready as I'll ever be. I'm so excited." She was exaggerating for their benefit. Inside, she was still terrified, but adrenaline was slowly starting to take over, replacing her fear. She looked to the monitor, seeing Jon and Cesaro battling it out, and knew it was almost time.

(On-screen)

Dean hit Dirty Deeds and quickly covered his opponent, getting the three. He moved over to stand on the ropes and celebrate when the lights went out, obscuring the arena in darkness. The crowd buzzed, not knowing what was about to happen. When the lights came up, Bray Wyatt was in the ring behind Dean, staring menacingly. He attacked and Dean went down but turned over quickly, trying to fight back but it was no use. Wyatt pummeled him until his arms dropped and Dean was defenseless. He was dragged up by the bigger man and promptly laid back and hit with Sister Abigail. Bray reached into his pants pocket and pulled a shiny pair of handcuffs.

"Oh my God, King," Michael Cole said from ringside, "What is Bray Wyatt about to do to Dean Ambrose?"

Pulling Dean over to the corner, he pulled one arm up and handcuffed it and then did the same to the other after wrapping the cuffs around the top of the turnbuckle. He stood back, soaking in the crowd's boos. He leaned down to where Dean was starting to come around and slapped him a bit, making him come to. Grabbing a microphone, he stared at the Lunatic Fringe.

"Dean Ambrose, I told you that you were like me. You have a demon in you and by God, I want you to let that inner demon out. I want you to let it run free. But first, I must destroy everything you love and hold dear. You see, I found out your little secret, Dean Ambrose. The thing that you've been hiding and thought no one knew about. Well, I know. I know about it and I must destroy it. So you can be free. Free to bring havoc and destruction onto this world just like you were meant to. I must destroy her."

At the utterance of the word her, Dean's eyes bulged out of his head and he screamed no. Bray motioned to the back and Luke Harper came out, dragging Alex by her arm and hair. She was screaming at the top of her lungs and trying to fight, but the much bigger and stronger man had no problem getting her to the ring. Meanwhile, Dean was thrashing about, trying like the devil to get out of the handcuffs.

"Ladies and gentleman," Michael Cole said, "I don't know what's going on, but that is one of our trainers, Alex O'Shea. She is not a wrestler. I repeat, she is not a wrestler. We have no idea what is going on, but she's a defenseless woman in the hands of the Eater of Worlds, Bray Wyatt."

Dean was screaming at Wyatt and Harper.

"No! Don't touch her! If you lay a finger on her, I'll kill you!"

Harper held her still while Wyatt spoke again into the microphone.

"Let me tell all you fine people what is going on here. This little lady right here is the girlfriend of Dean Ambrose. What's your name, sweetheart?"

He held the mic up to her and she whispered shakily, "A...Alex."

"Well, Alex, are you with this man?"

She gave a small nod and he laughed wildly, grinning at her and Dean alike. The Lunatic Fringe was still shouting in the corner, trying to do anything to get out of the cuffs and to his girl, but to no avail.

"Oh Alex, my darling girl, I hate to tell you this, but you being with this man is a grave mistake. One that will only lead to misery and heartache for you. You see, my dear, this man is a beast and no matter how hard you try to tame him, that beast will never die. It will only lie dormant until one day, it will escape and take down everything in its path with a savagery unlike this wretched world has ever seen."

He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to him, out of Harper's grasp, connecting his eyes with her.

"You are no match for a beast, do you understand?"

She had a look of petrified fear on her face but after a moment, her eyes flicked to Dean, she set her jaw and punched Wyatt squarely in the cheek, desperately trying to escape. He let her go in surprise but Harper was there to quickly grab a hold of her again. She was turned back around, kicking and thrashing, until Wyatt grabbed her back, laughing like an insane nutjob.

"Apparently, I have underestimated you, sweet Alex. Maybe you are suited to the Lunatic Fringe after all. You have a demon as well but I do not think it has the same spirit as the ones that Mr. Ambrose and I possess. Leave here and never come back, do you understand? Save yourself from the brutality that will await you if you stay. Consider this your warning."

He headbutted her and laid her back in his arms, kissing her sweetly on the head and glaring at Dean, before delivering a wicked Sister Abigail. Her boyfriend screamed in agony before falling to his knees, calling her name over and over. Wyatt and Harper left the ring and the trainers quickly came out to check on Alex. Dean was screaming at them to find something to get him out of the cuffs and eventually, one of the refs came down with some bolt cutters. They quickly cut them in half and Dean scrambled to her, pushing trainers out of the way, gathering her into his arms. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.

"You good, cupcake?"

She squeezed his arm in response and he knew she was fine. He yelled out a few of the trainers before coming back down to her, curling her further into his chest. Her hair covered the part of her face exposed to the crowd and she spoke to him.

"How'd I do?"

"Wonderful. Absolutely perfect."

"I'm glad. So are we ok? After, you know..."

He leaned down, kissing her on the forehead, "Yeah, cupcake, we're ok. Sorry I freaked out a little."

"It's alright. You gonna carry me out of here or what?"

"Yes ma'am."

"My noble steed..."

"Hey, watch it, girl. I ain't nobody's steed. Unless you want to ride me in another way, of course."

She grinned at him, rolling her eyes, glad they were back to the witty rapport, "You couldn't handle me, handsome."

"Oh, I think I could handle you...in more ways than one."

(Off-screen)

They got to the back and everybody clapped as he set her down. She gave a little fake bow and thanked everyone. Turning to Jon, she asked him if he needed to stick around for anything.

"Nope, you ready to head back to the hotel? Maybe grab some food on the way?"

"Sounds good. Just let me go get my stuff and I'll meet you at the car."

She grabbed her things quickly and walked out to the garage. She had just turned the corner when she heard two people yelling. Looking up, she saw it was Jon and Renée, right beside their car. She stopped, not wanting to intrude on their business, but she could hear every word that was being said.

"What the fuck, Jon? So this is how it's going to be. I just get shuffled to the side while you do this story. How long's it going to last? A month? Until Wrestlemania? Longer than that?"

"I don't know, Renée. As long as they want it to. It's not like I have a choice. It's work. I have to do what they tell me."

"Not a choice. Right...don't even try to tell me that you're not enjoying spending all this time with Alex."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I see it, Jon. You may not think I do, but I see and I don't like it. If there's something I need to know, you should tell me now."

"I don't know what you're talking about. You sound crazy."

"Crazy! Me, crazy? I just know what I know and these past couple months, you've been different. It's like you don't want to spend any time with me whatsoever!"

"That's ridiculous, Renée, and you know it."

"Do I? At least if I want to spend time with you, I know where to look. You're either with Colby or you're in the trainer room. You're either with your best friend or that girl. What is it, Jon? Do I just not measure up anymore? Am I just a placeholder until you can get your hooks into her?"

He sighed, "I don't know what to say to any of that. I'm with you, aren't I?"

"Barely. It's like you're my boyfriend in name only!"

He looked to the side and saw Alex, his face showing slight panic. He didn't want her to see or hear any of this. His expression tipped Renée off and she looked as well, seeing Alex and sighing loudly. She didn't know Alex all that well but the last thing she wanted was to make a scene like this in front of anybody. It could be highly embarrassing if Alex were to start gossiping all around about her and Jon's problems.

"Well, hope you guys have fun on the road. Bye Jon."

She started to walk away, straight towards Alex, and Jon called after her a few times before finally giving up when she showed no signs of turning around. Renée got within a few feet of her and stopped suddenly.

"Listen, I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk about anything you might have heard. It's private."

Alex nodded, "Absolutely, no problem."

Renée continued past and Alex started towards the car. Jon had already hopped in the driver's seat and she joined him.

"You ok?"

He stared ahead for a minute before sighing and starting the car.

"No, I'm not, cupcake, but I really don't want to talk about it."

"Ok, don't have to. Let's just go get some food, alright?"

He looked over at her, giving her a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. Not saying anything, he started the car and peeled out, wanting to get as far away from possible.

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Let me tell you guys something. Writing that fight was easy, but writing for Bray Wyatt is the hardest thing in the fucking world! I tried to think about how my grandmother, an old southern woman from Georgia, talks and I based it off that. Hope I did ok.

Hope you enjoyed and I would love to hear from y'all. What I specifically want to know is...how do you feel about Jon? I know we all love Jon/Dean, but how do you feel about the line that he's riding? Is he completely in the wrong or do you understand why he's somewhat compelled and drawn to Alex? Thanks in advance for any response. Until the next time, XOXO