Chapter 10

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Karlee almost felt guilty as Dean walked down the ramp. Once he climbed in, she awaited her opponent. No one came.

"Dean, Who am I facing?" She asked under gritted teeth. He shook his head.

"I'm not fighting with you. Let me fight with Christian and get it over with. Karlee rolled her eyes.

"If you don't find me an opponent, I'll pick myself." Dean grunted, knowing she would pick the first poor diva she could find. Two seconds later, Paul Heyman came out, smiling like a deranged monkey.

"Karlee if you don't find an opponent within the next ten seconds, you will be forced into a one on one match with Dean." Karlee grinned as Paul counted from ten downwards. She didn't move, much to the dismay of Dean

"Slight change then... Christian, will you please evacuate ringside as this will be an inter-gender match between Karlee and Dean Ambrose. Ring the bell!" He screamed. Karlee circled the ring while Dean stared at her.

All she could think about was the battle of the sexes match that Bischoff ordered in the Attitude Era. If Dean put her over his knee, he wouldn't have any balls left. He leant against the ropes with a smirk on his face, refusing to move.

"I'm not putting my hands on you Karl..." Before he could finish his sentence, Karlee had rolled him up for the pin, He flipped out and stood up, anger washing over his face. This was the reaction she wanted. He battled her to the mat and put her into a weak headlock, obviously trying not to hurt her. She manoeuvred her head and slipped out from beneath him, skillfully locking the K-Lee clutch in just a little too hard. As she stretched her back even more, the muscles in his legs stretched, causing him to call out in pain. The next thing she knew, the bell had rung.

He tapped out!

Karlee stood up and looked down at him, grinning.

"You deserved that." She felt the loathing towards him seep through her system. She watched as Dean held his knee and used the ropes to help himself up. She was just about to grab the microphone when a certain blonde bimbo appeared, followed by Otunga. Karlee backed against the ropes a little as Sofia climbed in, prancing over to Dean and cooing over him. He pushed her away, calling her a whore. Karlee stifled a laugh. All of a sudden, Otunga clobbered Dean in the back of the knee, sending him to the ground. Karlee was about to race over to him when she felt two arms wrap around her waist. She looked behind her to see Cesaro firmly holding her with her arms trapped by her side. David sent a kick to her stomach and she would have doubled over in pain was it not for Cesaro holding her in place. She felt hot tears glide down her face as he repeatedly kicked. Sofia started taunting her.

"Aw... Is the little boyfriend stealer crying?" She motioned for something out of the ring and just as Karlee's vision stopped blurring, she saw the pink and purple butterfly belt come staright for her face.

Karlee dropped to the mat after that, clearly unconscious. Sofia sat on top of her, holding her head up by the hair and screaming at her while Cesaro hammered back and forth with Dean. Cheers were filled as The Shield along with Layla and Kaitlyn came running down the ramp. Roman and Seth cleared Otunga in seconds, closely followed by Cesaro. The helped Dean up as Layla saw to Karlee and Kaitlyn pounded Sofia with her boot. Dean held his stomach as he fell down beside Karlee.

"Karlee... Talk to me." He pleaded with her. When he got no reaction he started to panic. Insted of shouting for the medic, he scooped her up and held her close as he took her out of the ring, ignoring the pain in his knee as he carried her backstage. He only noticed her head had been busted open when Kaitlyn screamed.

Dean hurried towards the medical room and placed her down. He was told she would need six stitches just above her eyebrow and she would have a few sore ribs since Cesaro had held her so tightly. Dean felt a horrible de-ja-vu feeling wash over him as he stood in the medical room with an unconscious this time he wouldn't run away like he wa the victim. Then Karlee couldn't shout at him for being an ass. He smiled to himself as he though about Karlee going off her rocker. She always flicked her hair about because it got in her way. And she would scrunch her nose up when she didn't have a good comeback. He also felt guilty as he watched the doctors racing around her. He blamed himself because if he had gotten up, she wouldn't have had to be hurt.

He had started to scare himself recently as he began to realize that although he had always had strong feelings for Karlee, he knew they ran deeper than that. He wanted to protect her and be her rock. He wanted to kiss her and hold her. He wanted to be the first to congratulate her when she won a match. He wanted to be the only one she could go on a rant to. He wanted to be with her but not be with her at the same time.

He saw her begin to stir and he was at her side in a flash. He held her hand as he gorgeous eyes fluttered open, blinded by the bright light. She saw him and her eyes flashed anger before calming down again.

"Thanks for saving me. But your still an asshole." She smiled weakly as Dean gripped her hands tighter.

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