A/N: I am so sorry for the delay with this chapter! It was my birthday week along with SpringBreak so I stayed away from the computer as much as possible. I left you guys in suspense and I normally write my chapters while I am in class since for some odd reason that is when I develop my muse. Regardless of all that. I just want to thank those whom favourited and followed this story because you guys are the reason I even bother writing beautiful words for you guys. Especially those whom reviewed - RollinsInTheDean, Guest, HumanSpectre, ThatGirl54, xSamiliciousx, UntilNeverDawns and HalloweenBarbie. Your thoughts are a definite fuel to my writing. Thank you so much. Anyways, it is about time I shut up and continue with this story. Prepare for the time-skip and of course probably the death of your feelings. Disclaimer: I owe nothing that corresponds with the WWE. Charlotte is just my precious baby. I am also going to stop referring to Dean as Jonathan and I am going to use in-ring name unless it is in the perspective of Charlotte.
VII: Void & Misconception
Your name is Charlotte Helena Rove - you were born on November 8, 1985. Your parents are Isobella Vivienne Rove and Alexander Scott Rove. You're engaged to a man known as Hayden Park. You're a student for New York University bound to study Film & Media Communications. You're eighteen years old. On your way to New York City you had a fatal car accident that caused you a deadly brain hemorrhage. Do you remember any of this?
Nine Years Later
September 2012 - Fall
New York City - Grand Central Station
Charlotte stared down at her hand where on her ring finger were stacked two silver bands. The one below of her engagement ring with the man her family and even the Doctor identified as Hayden Park was something she tried with all her might throughout the nine years of recuperation for her to remove from her skin but it was bounded. Hell - she even thought to herself of cutting her finger off and sowing it back on but that was a rather morbid thought.
She twisted both rings around as she patiently waiting for the Metro North Train as she was bound to go to Stamford, Connecticut for finally after years of working for television shows such as Good Morning America, or even Sports Center - she gained the call that with the little to none memories she's had since her youth she remembered lusting for - a chance to work for the WWE.
Regardless of her parents constant protests along with her fiance's - Charlotte, stubborn as ever, simply stuck to her guts and continued to work with Media. She realized throughout the span of nine years of having her parents suffocating her life along with Hayden that she felt no exact attachment towards them. Regardless of having the benefits of a silver-spoon child she wanted to go through her own struggles like any other regular being. She felt more honest to herself being that way - for some unknown reason.
Charlotte from her accident remembered nothing. Nothing but herself in the sense she kept her authenticity. Other than that - belongings were tarnished to nothing due to the car accident but all she managed to keep was the ring on her finger and the scars from the incident as a harsh reminder something she doesn't recall. She remembers the things she loves and that was it. And for some reason she had a harsh attachment to a dog she can't remove the blur image from her head. Even if she has a dog waiting for her at home - she simply got it to replace her yearning for the one that her heart cries out for - but all was avail.
Charlotte also realized that her parents loved her fiance a little bit more than she was suppose to. She liked nothing about Hayden and found herself numbing to his rather extraneous temper and clearly his inability to remain faithful to her. Not only would he come back to their penthouse apartment late at night but even when she would sit in the passenger seat of his red Corvette she always noted the foul, unfamiliar stench she knows damn well isn't her own. When it came to laundry day she noticed how his white pinned collars would be stained with cheap perfume and faded smears of foundation and lipstick. He wasn't discrete and she's sure he doesn't care that he knows.
But apparently this is the man she said yes to marrying - and with that in mind she tried finding some sort of appeal towards him but nothing came up. Other than the fact he's a looker - there's nothing really beautiful about him. The sex was far from exciting and of course dealing with a business man whom always comes home drunk and wants to babble his rage away isn't exactly a sight for the eyes.
Charlotte - numbly dealt with it. Her being with him made her parents stay away which is something she greatly needs. There was some sort of unfamiliarity with the fact they breathed down her neck so often. Something didn't quiet correspond because no matter what she couldn't get use to it. If anything when they were gone - that felt right. It felt normal.
She sighed in relief as she held her purse close to her and stared down at the beautiful ring that never wanted to remove itself from her flesh and felt some odd comfort wash over her. She never got the answer as to where she got the ring from. Her parents told her that it was a gift they gave her before the accident but something about their statement felt dishonest. Untrue. It didn't land right. The train swooped by and she felt dazed as for some reason her heart felt as though it was going to flush right out of her soul.
She was nervous. She didn't know why. Normally for meetings like these - she would be at ease, confident. But seeing as she was certain the WWE was something she's loved since young - and the fact that she woke up and the first thing she did was watch wrestling again for it was the first thing to pop up on the television. In her awakening she had nobody but her parents by side her at whom finding out her loss of memory stuck by her since then. They were the ones to bring the person known as Hayden into her life and since then nothing felt right. Not knowing her past and knowing her belongings were trashed felt wrong. She had nothing to live by.
But a journal. A journal she never bothered touching for she always felt unprepared for what was going to overwhelm her. On the train she simply covered her ears with headphones, listening to Morrisey and read Saul Bellow's Something to Remember Me By.
"See, Ms. Rove I've heard much about you through my wife's father - Vince McMahon. He spoke highly of your family seeing as he and your folks are close friends." Charlotte whom had her legs folded neatly before her felt a knot form in her throat - seeing someone she always admired their work in person made it kind of hard not to (as they say nowadays) mark-out. She mentally began to compose herself - making sure that she had to leave her own lasting impressions - not an impression because her parents made sure to put in a good word. Which would be rather hypocritical of them.
"But see here, can i call you Paul? Levesque is a mouth-full." Triple H chuckled as he would slightly loosen his tie and only gave her an approving nod. Charlotte smiled, flashing her infamous pearly whites to him as she then sat up all the more straight. She noted his gesture that of comfort and some sort of ease quickly waved into her.
"Paul, I don't want my family ties being the reason as to why I even gain this job. I want you to have your personal perspective on me for you to make the right call because I know families with great connections and if they were to place their rotten children into bustling, blossoming industries - immediately they falter. I am here because I honestly with all my heart from the small amount of years I remember - I have loved professional wrestling and always dreamed of working here. And thats why I am here." Again she paused to gather her breath. The man known on-screen as Triple H would stare with much intent although there was a ghost of smile gracing his lips that slightly twitched.
"I know I am more than capable of satisfying whatever one's needs may be. Let it be managing wrestlers or writing for television. Hell maybe both. I can do that. Its what I want. Forget what my parents say - or forget Vince's impressions of me when he met me when I was a kid. I am here now a grown woman with a career that in it of itself should satisfy whatever you'll need from me. I've made sure to keep myself updated with the company and even its roster. Hell I even keep track of the independent circuits because maybe I can figure out what to do with that talent there before you guys can. I am more than qualified for this job. If my words don't phase you, let it be my actions."
Her voice never shook - unlike her insides as she wished she could gasp out in relief and she found herself instead with wide eyes at the booming laughter of the COO of Talents and Relations. Charlotte eyed with much curiosity as she wasn't sure what was funny and felt her olive coloured flesh blush with light pinks on her freckled cheeks. She was embarrassed and didn't know why. Maybe because Paul Levesque aka Triple H heard her words and simply laughed at them. Before she would suck her teeth and dare push herself up from her seat she found herself staring down at the paper clip with her name on the top right corner. WWE logo on the left.
"I wanted you before you even said anything and now hearing you speak and how you never faltered - I am sure you'll be a great addition to this team. Not only are we a team - we are a family," He paused as he placed his hand on top of the contract. Her eyes glistened with lust and success. "You'll be touring with us everyday. I've been meaning to look for someone who can work with the new people waving into the roster such as Jonathan Good, Colby Lopez, Leati Anoa'i, Claudio Castagnoli, you know. Independent wrestlers whom made it past development and are now in roster. Even Windham. I am sure you know whom I am referring to?" Charlotte only nodded her head.
Jonathan Good, Jon Moxley, Dean Ambrose - was the one from all the names he mentioned that always had this rather delirious effect on her. She felt her heart tighten everytime she would hear his name or even watch him perform and her masochistic tendencies is what kept her glued to his talent as a wrestler. How he would rapture the attention of many once he got his hands on the microphone and when he would speak let it be about tootsie-rolls in his mother's purse or how New Yorker's ain't shit - she listened and believed.
"Your main is focus is the first three. The Shield is what we are planning on calling them. But until November you'll be in Florida in our developmental ring keeping tabs on them. Making sure to help them develop at least how they present themselves. Since you're going to also be part of Creative you're going to work with Paul Heyman to work with the characters and even their lines. You'll also be working with CM Punk seeing as we are planning on introducing the stable sometime in Novemember. Keeping tabs on the other Superstars mentioned. Make sure to pitch them what they have to do for the week... You know. As if you're one of us. You're going to be working alongside my wife and I. Just go over the contract and sign whenever you're ready."
Charlotte quickly skimmed over the words on the page and with confident strokes signed her name on the dotted line. She beamed with satisfaction as she placed the pen down. She began to think about who she'll be working for - Dean Ambrose, Jonathan Good and some odd feeling of familiarity and solace kept her anxious. She was happy? And she couldn't figure out why. She couldn't figure out even throughout the years as to why she was so damn happy to work with him out of all people.
It was something, she eyed her salary and only chuckled with satisfaction as the two in the room sat up and shook hands. Proudly smiling at one another.
She was in a car-accident and when he came to find her - she didn't remember him. And that was the first time in Jonathan's life when he shed bitter tears of anguish for losing something he thought he loved. Her parents didn't help at all for they went out of their way to convince her otherwise of what her life actually was about. And as much as he'll come by every week nine years ago while she was at the hospital and he would tell her things - she would instantly forget all he said and always looked at him with such a bland, empty stare in those luscious green eyes of hers.
That moment in his life, when she stared into him and didn't know who he was he let go of love. He let go of what was good and embraced the rabid dog that he is and that is what managed to place him in a bustling career within the big ring of the WWE. Just as he promised himself - just as he promised her. Charlotte - his Princess and babygirl was gone and she took him right along with.
Around the time he found solace in filthy ways and although he got past the perscription drugs and the Jameson that numbed his aching heart - he couldn't say no to rats whom always wished to gift him with their pussy. He fucked like mad every night and he would close his eyes and think about how she would shiver whenever thunder crackled the skies apart. He would fuck and think of her in his own filthy zone. His love for women - well his lust for women pushed him out of love and made him lock the memories that he loved so.
Only when it rained and only when it boomed would he even think about her. And Jonathan found himself heavily sighing in the hotel room that he thankfully didn't need to drop a dime for. Regardless of the news that has his two future partners oddly excited he couldn't feel a thing. It wasn't the 'celebratory' shots either. Colby Lopez and Joe Anoa'i other wise known as now Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns would eye their friend whom only groaned every time the thunder echoed within the room.
Jonathan kept himself at a distance from the two. Regardless of him thinking they were great guys and hell even his friends - he kept them far away as possible. He didn't want them to know anything about him because for fucks sake - who's going to give a shit?
"Shit Jon whats the problem dude? We just got the word that we are finally debuting in the big ring and yet you're here bitching over some rain. Fuck that, lets go out and enjoy the Orlando night life man."
Roman only nodded his head in agreement with Seth as he then tossed the black denim jacket his way. "You're not getting away with a no man. We are going to celebrate. We have to talk about what we are going to be dealing with. Although Heyman is going to be watching over us we have someone else, some new management as well. A girl at that too." This was news to Dean. He didn't know much - he didn't pay much attention to the memo that was pitched their way.
Seth slipped on his hoody. Dean shifted in his seat as he looked away from the windowsill and back at his two future partners. "A girl? Who the hell could that be?" Because that was exactly who they needed - a girl to manage a group of sausages.
"She just got hired and is being filled in by Paul and Heyman, hold on a second her name is in the message." Roman paused as he began to search through his phone. "Rove, Charlotte I think." Dean almost choked and the skies cried once more. As though thunder spoke the pains of his soul.
Dean shook his head - his eye even slightly twitched as he snapped up his seat and took away Roman's phone. He read through it all and the name was crystal clear. Although a middle name wasn't in place he still felt some odd anguish take over. The screech the vices blocked out managed to creep their way into his mind once more along with his growls. The hunger was evident.
"Jon what the hel-" Roman eyed him for a second and back at Seth whom bore the same concern in his expression. "You're okay man?" Dean didn't hear a damn thing - all he heard was the sounds in his mind. Instead both of them took him by the arm and dragged him out the room.
Charlotte Rove. Charlotte Helena fuckin' Rove. He thought he was crying once he stepped outside as Seth hauled a cab but it was the rain. He couldn't cry anymore. She doesn't remember him. She doesn't remember a damn thing about them. And last time he recalled - she was engaged to the bastard who dared grace her beautiful skin with bruises. He felt nausea at the pit of his stomach - at the pits of his hell. He began to chuckle as he then realized a drink or two wouldn't hurt.
He remembered Seth's last words. "She should be coming in sometime tomorrow or the day after. Lets have some fun before we have a mom nagging at us." He didn't mind Jameson washing down his throat and burning away the poignant taste of her lips that remained on his tongue for nine years.
Itchy. Charlotte felt itchy and her body ached. The news of being hired by the WWE only raged Hayden Park her fiancee to the point she was tossed around a room like a rag doll. He didn't exactly hit her with his hands, but his grip and her struggling against his might resulted in her being pushed up against walls and knocking down kitchen hardware. Although she physically ached she didn't mind - she was numbed to his touch and found herself smiling at the fact that now more than ever she'll be away from home. Away from him.
Even if he said he would do is 'cameo' appearances to see her. Which she highly doubted seeing as he would fuck anything that moved and had a vagina. That was Hayden Park - her filthy fiance. She stared down at the knob she was sure to turn and would change her life for at the other side of the door within the NXT locker room were the three she would find herself devoting her time and effort to make sure they are breakthrough Superstars.
Her breathing quivered as she shakingly sighed and placed her hand on the knob and turned it. Preparing for it all. Preparing to even see...
She stepped inside and was met by three figures that although she's witnessed them beforehand - the three now together clearly held their own ground. They stared at her - two out of the three with excitement and the other one... Dean Ambrose with an empty gaze that felt as though her stomach was pierced with a sword. She wanted to cry seeing him in front of her and she couldn't understand why.
"So you must be the new girl!" The one she identified as Seth Rollin's beamed as he and Roman Reigns would stand up from their seats and walked her way. Extending their hands and that managed to snap her out of this melancholic state she was in. She blamed the man whom simply glared at her and continued to tape his wrists. Dean Ambrose. He didn't care about her presence, he simply glanced at her with disdain and she couldn't figure out what the hell she did for him to even react that way - but inwardly she shrugged her shoulders and feelings aside.
Dean was consumed with wrath. He stared as his two partners would chit chat away with her. It was no mistake - that was her. Charlotte Helena fuckin' Rove. There was no doubt about it as her nose and cheeks were covered in freckles that were neatly placed on her features. Her hair kept kept that clean blond that graced her olive flesh so lovingly. The sound of her voice - so collected and soft regardless if she smoked cigarettes and had a sailor tongue. But it was those eyes of hers. Bold, big as jaded gems. Her presence alone brought forth this protective need to stand by her side and fight all the bad in her life.
He glanced at her hand and that was the reassurance of it all. On top of the ring he gave her - he knew it was the one he saved up all his chump change to get her before she left remained attached to her skin was one he knew didn't belong. He was the only one suppose to be there. She was meant to be along his side until today - she was suppose to be given the world by his hands. Make her all for him for all eternity yet that wasn't the case. She instead came up to him and curved her blushed lips into a soft smile and he wanted to set the world on fire. She doesn't know him. No, not like she did nine years ago. It ain't the same.
He doesn't know her.
Charlotte baby...
Charlotte mustered up the courage after the two - Seth and Roman seemed friendly enough insisted she went up to Dean regardless of her protests. She tried convincing them he didn't like her already and they would only say "Oh he's like that no worries, just go up to him." That's all they bashed into her tiny head. So she swallowed the knot in her throat and extended her hand his way. He kept that glare intact. He stared with much focus at her hand - specifically her ring finger and she felt like covering it for some reason. She wanted to take them off, well, the one Hayden gave her.
"I believe you're Jonathan Good right? I've been watching your work for a long time now. Its finally good to personally meet you. Charlotte Rove." Her voice didn't falter. Dean wanted to gasp for air - it was her no doubt about it. And what killed him more is regardless of the distance in memories and physicality - he couldn't tuck that annoying strand of her hair behind her ear. It was irking him. Just like her presence. He didn't want her here. No, not anymore. He wanted her far away as possible. Her sweet scent was nothing but revolting. But regardless, as he took her hand into his own to shake - he felt a slight shock from the velvety texture of her flesh.
Charlotte nervously laughed at not only the odd sensation at meeting hands with Dean Ambrose but as he casually dismissed her by proceeding to tape his wrists. "Seriously, just listen to what Seth told you, he's like that alright?" Charlotte only nodded her head as she then glanced down at the clipboard that was on her arms and quickly to his way. She wanted to keep her eyes on him at all times and she felt stupid. She's a woman to be married eyeing a man with insatiable curiosity - more than she does to her own fiance. Her rather disgusting fiance.
"So, you're basically gonna be the Momma of The Shield seeing as our future lies in our hands. We are going to wait for Dean to finish up his match and then we can head out and grab a bite. Discuss how you're gonna give birth to us. No big deal." Seth was funny along with Roman. They seemed like an odd tag-team but it worked. She wondered how Dean fit into the equation but then again he was to himself - so it was a healthful balance.
Charlotte only found herself thinking about a dog, that dog in her faded memory as she would stare at Dean every now and then. Her self-esteem was shot to zero when it came to him for the confident Rove would become feeble at simply taking a dive into those treacherous oceanic hues. She felt the void in her being somehow being fed at simply being by him. She couldn't understand this bodily and almost soulful reaction she was having towards Dean but she mentally reminded herself to fight it off. She wasn't here for the sake of feeding her muses. She was here to work.
Not to remember. Not to feel. Not to feel...
Dean almost botched in the ring. All he managed to think about was her. He felt the void in him grow more and more like a black hole that was sucking his insides out. She was a disturbing force in his life. He didn't want her here. He wanted to get her away. No, he was lying to himself he wanted her close. No far. The screeches were evident. And over dinner he had three long-islands that didn't even get him tipsy. His blood was ablazed like molten lava. He watched her laugh as the three (excluding him) discussed business and personal pleasures.
He could only remember nine years ago - days at Ohio that made him find a home. He knew he had to call Cody tonight. He couldn't keep this shit to himself.
"Are you sure its her Jon? Shit I thought she was in New York City."
"Cody this entire time she was working these years regardless of having any memories to work for the WWE. She even watched me when I was in the indie circuit. Its her. Its no denying it." Jonathan wanted to pull out the hairs from his head.
"Its her and I can't do shit. I can't do a fuckin' thing. I don't want her here. I want her gone. Away from me man but this fate shit is funny. Whatever the fuck fate is..." His words lost meaning and he no longer had control as he only tossed his phone into the wall and punched the walls of the bathroom stall. He couldn't take it. His knuckles bled and he felt with the blood oozing his frustrations flush right out of him. He was numb once more.
