Dean's Hotel Room, 11:45 PM...
You ever just pass out as soon as you even touch your couch or your bed? Like, you spent all day doing something, so you can't wait to just straight up knock out? That was Mr. Dean Ambrose at the moment. This man was not moving at all, almost like he was a corpse. That's how tired this man is. It was his day to watch Nikki, and Jesus was she a handful. Well, week actually. Seth and Roman were on an overseas tour of China, and the only reason Dean didn't go with them, was because of Ms. Cross over here. Corbin was all like, "Oh, no, you're not leaving this girl with my roster by herself." So then Dean was just gonna take her with him, but again, Corbin put the kibosh on that, claiming the tour was for active talent only, and Nikki's technically only been a manager since she arrived on Raw. Total bullshit, if you asked him, but still. He liked being around her anyway. Though, even Dean could admit... She has waaaaay too much energy.
8 in the morning, she's already up. She wants to make waffles, so he gets up and helps her make the waffles. She wants to go out and say hi to Finn for whatever reason, so he takes her down to the lobby of the hotel, where the Raw Superstars were having the breakfast provided by the hotel itself. He had to stop her from nearly killing him, because she was about to pounce on the poor guy, while he had a steaming pot of coffee in his hand. Worst case scenario, one of them were gonna be out for a while due to friggin third degree burns.
Then, later in the day when they got to Raw, which was in Chicago that night, she's like, "Where's Uncle Seth and Papa Roman?", and Dean's gotta explain to her that they were in friggin China right now. Yeah... Nikki... She didn't take that news very well.
"B- But... Why did they leave us here?" She asked, whimpering.
Dean sensed waterworks, so he tried to shut that shit down immediately.
"No, no, no, no, they didn't leave us. Well, I mean they did, but not because they wanted to. It was Baron Corbin. He's being an ass and keeping the both of us here in the States."
Nikki's sadness turned to anger real quick.
"Corbin? Corbin?! Corbin! I'll kill him! He's splitting us apart! I'll kill him! Kill, kill, kill!"
"Oh, is that so?"
Both Ambrose and Cross turned around to see a smug looking Baron Corbin with his arms folded, wearing that STUPID ASS VEST, and that chain that doesn't work with his look at all. Nikki lunged at him, fully intending to rip his face off, and Dean had to physically restrain her.
"What, ugh, Nikki calm down! What do you want, Corbin?" Ambrose asked, while still holding on to the Psychotic Scot.
"Nothing. I'm just making sure you didn't undermine my authority and leave. Good." He explained, still overly cocky.
"Listen, buddy. I'm only here so your dumbass doesn't send Nikki back to NXT. You can take your "authority", and shove it where the sun don't shine."
Baron didn't take too kindly to that insult.
"You know what? For being incredibly disrespectful to your boss... Dean, I'm putting you in a 4 on 1 Handicap match against The Revival and Authors of Pain!"
Nikki froze for a second when she heard that, but then went back to insanely upset. She harshly poked the Interim GM.
"You frickin suck, Corbin! How dare you put Deanie in a match like that! You can't do that!"
Corbin bent down and smirked in her face.
"I absolutely can do that... And I just did."
He walked away while calling back, "Also, your little psycho's banned from ringside. Good luck... Deanie!" Then he started laughing again like the prick he was. Dean was pissed.
"Great, now I gotta go get my ass kicked by two Southern Hicks, and a couple of Foreigner Meatheads led by a Foreign Midget."
Nikki grabbed onto him and hugged him tight while whining into his shirt.
"It's not fair. It's not fair." She kept repeating.
Dean sighed before pushing her back, kneeling, and grabbing her by the shoulders.
"Listen, darlin. Sometimes in life, you gotta just take an ass whooping. I've taken plenty, going all the way back to when I was a kid. This is nothing. I promise, as soon as this is done, me and you will go back to the hotel, and we can sleep next to each other like old times. I'll be fine."
Cross pursed her lips into a pout.
"You promise?"
He kissed her on the forehead.
"I promise."
Fast forward a couple hours, and it was time for the extremely unfair match made by, Mr. "I Like Mediocre Metal" Baron Corbin. (I really don't like Bring Me The Horizon... Sorry.) Dean came out without Nikki, who was currently sitting in The Shield Locker Room with her eyes glued to the monitor. He had instructed her to stay there until the match was over. The two teams made their entrances afterwards, and right when the ref was about to ring the bell, The Constable's music hit. Out came Corbin with a microphone.
"Hold on, hold on. One more thing I forgot to mention before... This is a No DQ Tornado Tag Match... Meaning The Revival and AOP? They don't have to tag in and out. Ring the bell! Hahahaha!"
Then, Stephanie McMahon's lapdog went back to his office backstage.
Dean threw up his hands while yelling, "You gotta be kidding me!" Right after that, he was instantly ganged up on by his 4 opponents. Straight up, he was getting stomped out. He tried throwing some puncheds and kicks, but the numbers game was too much for him. Revival were two crafty and conniving, and AOP were too massive and powerful for one man to handle. It looked like they had this in the bag... Until this happened.
Halfway into the borderline mugging, Scott Dawson thought it would be a good idea to get out of the ring and grab a chair, as if they needed one in the first place. He slid back in and motioned for AOP to hold Dean up. As Dawson swung the chair, Dean slipped out of their grasp at the last second, and BOOM! Rezar found himself on the canvas looking up at the lights after an accidental chair shot to the face. Akam wasn't okay with that shizz at all. He looked at Dawson with a look of pure rage, while the loudmouth from North Carolina begged for forgiveness. Akam did not forgive him, and proceeded to mow over both Dash and Dawson with a double clothesline.
Rezar eventually made it back to his feet, and picked up Wilder in a powerbomb position, with Akam doing the same to Scott. You know what happened next. Super Collider, and there went The Revival. Led by Drake Maverick, the two behemoths walked to the back, not caring about the match anymore. This left a battered Dean Ambrose, and two limp members of The Revival in the ring by themselves. He crawled over to Dash, tiredly covered him, and there you had it. Dean Ambrose had just won a frickin 4 on 1 clusterfuck.
In the back, Nikki was going crazy with excitement. She couldn't take it anymore, so she burst through the door of the locker room, and began to run all the way to the ring. On her way, she passed by various members of the roster. She came across Finn, who was having a conversation with Bayley. That was interrupted as Nikki came right in between the two and started screaming at the top of her lungs, "Deanie won! Deanie won!", multiple times before continuing her unstable sprint toward her playmate. Finn just looked at Bayley and shrugged.
"She loves him a lot." He nonchalantly stated.
"Deanie won!", was all you heard backstage. It's amazing how someone as small as Nikki Cross, had a voice that could probably carry across the entire arena if she tried hard enough. Everyone knew it was her. Some laughed, some rolled their eyes, and some got the hell outta dodge. And by some, I mean Curt Hawkins. Finally, Nikki was at the top of the ramp, her smile as big as humanly possible, directed completely at the man struggling to get to his feet. The crowd had fun, chanting, "Nikki's Gonna Kill You", at Ambrose, which made him let out a small chuckle.
"YEEAAH!" She yelled as she barreled down the ramp and into the ring. Nikki did to Dean what she had planned to do to Finn earlier in the day and pounced on him, knocking him flat on his back. She wouldn't let go. She didn't care how sweaty and gross he was at the moment. Dean just laid there and accepted it. He stroked the back of her head as she giggled into his chest. The camera panned to an annoyed looking Renee Young over at the commentary desk.
"You're okay! I'm so happy!" Nikki proclaimed after letting him get back up.
He clutched his ribs and smirked.
"Told ya I'd be fine. Now, let's get out of here. I'm exhausted."
"Yes sir!" She agreed.
Now you see why Dean's so damn exhausted. Luckily, as stated before, he's in a nice comfy mattress, under a blanket. He'd taken a shower, so he felt good and smelled good. Now, he was about 2 minutes away from being completely out cold. As he was drifting away into dreamville, he felt the covers shift a bit, and heard the bed creek a little. All of a sudden, he was looking at the insane eyes of Nikki Cross. She giggled.
"Just like old times. Right, playmate?"
Dean weakly chuckled.
"Yup, just like old times."
He wrapped his arms around her, and she snuggled into his shoulder blade. They fell asleep in each other's arms. Indeed, just like old times.
