I feel much more confident posting this because it's Dean Ambrose/OC, and it has no sex in it. xD So the first part of this takes place about 5 years ago, and then it goes on to Survivor Series 2012.
Enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I own none of the wrestlers or the All-American Rejects. They belong either to the WWE or to themselves.
Gives You Hell - The All-American Rejects
Jon Moxley stood in his apartment, walking all over the place frantically. The front door opened and his girlfriend, Violet, walked in, carrying groceries.
"Hi, sweetie," She says, smiling. She set the groceries on the counter and looked at Jon, noticing his expression. "What's wrong?"
"Have you seen my trunks?" He asked, walking closer to her.
She frowned. "Jon, it's November. It's too cold to go swimming."
"My wrestling trunks."
"Oh."
"You know where they are, don't you?" He asked. The only thing separating them now was the counter.
Violet widened her eyes. "Uh..."
"Vi, you better tell me where the hell my stuff is," He warned.
She looked down. "I don't think you want to know..."
"Where the fuck did you put my wrestling trunks?!" He yelled.
"I sold them, okay?" She yelled back at him.
He looked at her incredulously. "Are you out of your fucking mind?!"
"No," She protested.
"Vi, I need those to wrestle," He said, trying to calm down. "Wrestling is how I earn money. It's my job and our only source of income, because God knows you're not getting a job."
"Actually," She said. "I got you a job interview."
"I don't want a job interview," He said. "I want my goddamn trunks!"
"Jon, think about it," She said. "You could get a normal job. You wouldn't have to wrestle anymore! We could get married and have kids and you wouldn't have to come home bleeding all the time."
"Violet," He said. "I love wrestling. It's my passion. If you can't accept that, there's the door." He points at the front door.
Her eyes began to water. "You don't mean that..."
"Support me and my dreams or get the fuck out," He said.
She stood there for a few seconds, then walked into their room. A few minutes later, she came out with a suitcase. She looked at him.
"Goodbye, Jon."
And she left.
Dean Ambrose stood backstage. Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns stood next to him, talking. Dean remained silent.
"You guys are on in five," A tech hand says.
Seth responds and the tech hand walks away. He looks at Dean.
"Nervous?"
Dean shakes his head. "Nah. I'm just thinking."
"Oh, all right."
The three NXT Superstars had just been put into a stable, so they weren't used to each other and didn't know one another very well.
They were currently backstage for Survivor Series. It was their time to debut on the main roster, and they were doing it in the most controversial way possible.
When they debuted, they interfered in CM Punk's match against Ryback and John Cena. They triple powerbombed Ryback, quickly making a name for themselves.
When they were done, they headed backstage. Seth and Roman walked one way, and Dean walked to his locker room. He took a shower and got changed. When he was done, he noticed his phone vibrating. The number was unfamiliar.
"Hello?" He answers.
"Hi..."
His eyes widen. "Violet?"
"Yeah," She replies. "Listen, I was watching Survivor Series and I saw you debut. I just... I missed you. I wanted to talk to you, to hear your voice."
"It's been five years," He says. "Why are you only calling now?"
"I..." She pauses. "After I left you, I started teaching. I'm still doing it. You're still doing what you're doing. I just... Jon, will you please - ?"
"No," He interrupts.
"But - "
"Violet, no," He says. "You're only calling because I'm successful now and you want to be seen with me. This has nothing to do with me. If you cared about me, you'd have called a long time ago. I'm sorry, Violet. Find another guy because I'm not interested."
She sighs. "Okay... Well, I guess this is goodbye."
"Goodbye, Vi."
"I wake up every evening with a big smile on my face and it never feels out of place. Now you're still probably working at a 9 to 5 pace, I wonder how bad that tastes."