Retaliation
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: This did not really happen. It is complete and utter fiction.
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Jordyn made her way into the ring, an arrogant smile on her face. She climbed into the ring and made her way over to The Authority, stopping to shoot a smug look at the Lunatic Fringe. She walked over to Stephanie and Triple H, who each gave her a quick hug, before Stephanie handed her a microphone.
The music finally stopped, and everyone's attention was focused on the mystery woman standing in the ring, who clearly had some kind of history with Dean Ambrose. She smiled proudly. "Hi Dean. Long time, no see, huh?" she finally spoke. Dean just stared at her in disbelief, not speaking. "What's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." Still no response. "Wow, look at that, the one and only Dean Ambrose is speechless. I never thought I'd see the day."
"Me neither," Seth Rollins agreed, smiling enthusiastically. "Everyone, please meet the WWE's newest Diva, Jordyn Starr!" he introduced. "Dean, would you like to do the honors and tell everyone who she is?" The mocking tone and gleeful expression on Seth's face did nothing but infuriate Dean even more.
"Are you serious right now?" Dean finally questioned, not even holding the microphone up, stone-faced.
Jordyn and Seth gave each other confused looks and began pointing to the other and back to themselves, though they were really only mocking Dean. "Which one?" Seth asked, trying to hide the smile that was desperate to cross his lips.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked, ignoring Seth completely, his eyes burning into Jordyn.
"Oh. Me. Well, that's a funny story. I remember when I was five years old…this is back in 1991…I lived in Cincinnati, Ohio, at the time, with my drunk for a mother and drunken violent father. I was very young, but I knew that I didn't want to be there. And one sunny, Spring afternoon, the ice cream man gave me a free Sno-Cone. He knew the situation I was in with my parents, and I think he just felt bad for me. Anyway, I was sitting on my front stoop, enjoying the Sno-Cone I had. So, this eight-year-old named Robbie…he was the neighborhood bully—"
"I know the story," Dean impatiently interrupted.
Jordyn gave him a look. "You do. But no one else does, and I think it's rude to have started the story and not finish it. I don't want to leave everyone in suspense. I think they'd like to hear it. Now, let me continue, after you so rudely interrupted me. Now, where was I? Oh yes. Robbie! Now, Robbie, the neighborhood bully pulled up in front of my house on his bike. He walked over to me and grabbed me by my ponytail. He pulled me up and grabbed my Sno-Cone out of my hand. And I'll never forget what he said to me. He said 'My mom said you have bad parents. Bad parents have bad kids. And bad kids don't get Sno-Cones.' And the next thing that I remember was Robbie being punched in the face. My Sno-Cone was handed back to me. And this six year old told him 'If I see you near her again, I'll cut you into little pieces.' Now, Robbie had a bloody nose and looked completely surprised by the turn of events. Then, he ran off crying. And he never bullied me again. Fast forward nineteen years, I was living with that six year old…obviously, he wasn't six anymore, he was twenty-five, then. I was working two jobs to support us, while he was able to focus on training to become a WWE Superstar. And I was happy to help him and do everything to take care of him, while he concentrated on his future. I was in love with him. I spent almost every day for nineteen years with him. And the last nine, we were in a relationship. I loved him more than anything else in the world. And do you know what he did to me?" Jordyn asked. Dean remained silent.
"What did he do? You can't leave me hanging here," Seth chimed in, faking curiosity, as he already knew the story.
"He got the call he'd been waiting for, packed his things, and just walked out on me," she replied.
The members of The Authority feigned shocked expressions, exaggerating their reactions as much as they could. "That's so awful, Jordyn," Stephanie spoke, placing a hand on her shoulder. "What kind of a person would do such a thing to you?"
Jordyn's eyes remained stuck on Dean. "The same kind of guy who likes to spend months trying to get revenge against a former brother for buying into something bigger and better. The same guy who steals a briefcase and plays childish pranks thinking he has a leg up on the other guy." She paused. "And for any of you who don't know who I'm talking about, maybe Dean Ambrose, here, can clarify that for you."
Triple H put on a shocked face. "Dean…is this…is this true?" he asked, pretending to be shocked.
The Superstar remained silent, as he and Jordyn continued to stare at each other. "Well, Dean, am I telling the truth?" she asked him.
"You think you can come here and…what?" Get your revenge on me? Is that what this is all about? Some pathetic little attempt for vengeance, five years after the fact?" he questioned, as he began pacing around the ring again, seemingly moments away from having a complete meltdown.
"I think it doesn't matter why I'm here, Dean. What matters is that you no longer have that upper hand you were so happy to have."
"You can't do this! None of you can do this!"
"Actually, we can…and we did," Stephanie replied with a sufficiently satisfied smirk.
"No. No. No." Dean began pacing faster.
"You seem pretty upset. Are you okay, Dean?" Jordyn asked with a smile on her face. She knew that she'd already accomplished her goal. He was not happy.
Dean threw the chair out of the ring, in frustration. It crashed onto the ramp. "This is not okay, Jordyn!" he yelled at her.
She laughed. "Oh Dean…you're so funny. You think that I'm not allowed to betray you. Seth isn't allowed to betray you. No one can betray you. No one can do anything to you. But you were the first out of all of us to betray anyone. You're nothing but a hypocrite. And you make me sick. And I promise you, I'm not going anywhere any time soon…if only because it's already driving you crazy," she shot back.
Out of anger, Dean threw his microphone at the floor of the ring. It landed at Jordyn's feet. He began yelling incoherently, as he continued pacing, before finally leaving the ring. And heading back up the ramp, continuing to lose his mind.
Jordyn, along with the rest of The Authority, smiled smugly, only too happy to have accomplished exactly what they had set out to. She knew that she was only dishing to him what he deserved. Jordyn was confident that she was going to have a lot of fun with this.
Stephanie and Triple H were particularly proud of the newest addition to the WWE. They weren't sure she would be able to go through with this. They had a feeling that the fact that seeing as she had loved him for so long, it would make it impossible for her to do this to him. They now knew that they were clearly wrong. And for once, they couldn't have been happier to be so wrong. They knew they should never have doubted her, but everyone was on the same page now, and this was going to be fun for everyone involved…except for Dean Ambrose.