A/N: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews on Chapter ten! So many people hate Emma in this story, lol its wonderful! Thanks guys!


Chapter Eleven: Fighting Our Battles


-Tuesday, August 18th, 10:04am-

The saying of "word travels fast" is most definitely true. When Dean had found out that Renee had been kidnapped by Emma, the first thing that ran through him was fear. He knew that the Australian blonde would have no problem at all ending Renee's life. Especially if that meant it got her one step closer to having Dean back in her life.

Not that the Lunatic Fringe would ever allow that to happen. After the panic and fear had somewhat subsided, he felt really angry. Emma had no right to do such a thing, but of course it didn't stop her. Renee had never done anything to Emma. Aside from "steal" Dean away. But it's hard to steal someone when they were never yours to begin with.

After the feelings of fear and anger finally went away, Dean started to feel the emotion he hated more than any of the others, and that was guilt. Why did he always have to mess everything up? Why did he always have to put Renee on danger? Why couldn't he just keep her safe like a normal boyfriend keeps their girlfriend safe?

He didn't know what to do. He had a lot of things running through his mind, and it was enough to make him go insane. He didn't know what the next step was, but right now he needed a talk with his best friend, Roman Reigns.

Unfortunately his best friend was caught in the middle of his own thing and told the Lunatic Fringe he would try to catch him later on.

The two brothers had a lot going on as of late, being caught up in the middle of their current battle with the two members of the Wyatt Family, Luke Harper, and Bray Wyatt.

Ambrose was no stranger to Bray Wyatt, of course. Bray Wyatt had made his life hell for a few months last year, and now Bray had crossed the line, making his best friend's life a living hell, too.

The Lunatic Fringe knew very well what Bray was capable of. The types of mind games he liked to play. So he refused to let Roman go through this battle on his own. He was going to stick by his best friend's side, having his back just like always.

And now, the two brothers had a match against Bray and Luke in five days at the biggest event of the summer. But they were ready. In the words of Roman Reigns….believe that.

Raking a hand through his messy brown hair, Dean took a deep breath as he paced the floor, and his mind began to race. All he could think about was Renee, and blame himself for the fact that she had gone missing. He stormed his way down the hallway, not even bothering to acknowledge Fandango as he bumped shoulders with the jobber a little too roughly.

Annoyed with Ambrose for not saying a word, Fandango called after him. "Hey! Hot head! Watch where you're going, would you!?"

Dean clenched his jaw, Fandango really did not want to mess with him right now. He wasn't in the mood for any of this bullshit at all.

"Hot head! Did you hear me!?" Fandango yelled after Dean again.

Growling, Dean turned around and shoved Fandango so hard that he had sent the Maine native flying into the wall behind him. He hit the floor with a loud thud after his body hit the wall. "Would you shut the fuck up!?" Dean snapped, as he watched Fandango whine in pain. "God, why don't you watch where you're going!?" He added before readjusting his leather jacket on his shoulders so it sat correctly, and then he made his way to The Authority's office.

"Well hello there, Dean." Stephanie McMahon greeted the Lunatic Fringe, giving him a smile. "How are you today?" She asked from the large black desk chair she was sitting in. It was clear that she was in the middle of doing paperwork of some kind.

"Cut the fuckin' bullshit." Dean told the wife of Triple H as he fully entered the office, slamming the door shut behind him so hard that all four of the office walls shook. "I'm here because Renee is fuckin' missin' and no one has got off of their lazy asses to do a a goddamn thing about it!" He yelled, nearly exploding with anger. "Emma took her and that fuckin' bitch is crazy as shit! She is bat shit fuckin' crazy! Do you hear me!? She shot Renee a few months back. If we don't find her soon she'll probably be dead!"

"Well...what have you done exactly, Dean? Have you gone looking for Renee, or done anything to help?" Stephanie challenged, her lips curling up into a smirk once she realized that she had managed to touch a nerve.

"Well I haven't done much considerin' the fact I just found out that she was missin'! He yelled.

"Now what kind of friend does that make you?" She asked, tilting her head slightly, setting down her pen as she looked up into the blue eyes that belonged to the Lunatic Fringe.

Inhaling deeply through his nose, the Ohio native tried his very best to calm himself down. "Someone could've told me sooner! But everyone here is nothin' more than a bunch of stuck up rich assholes with their heads stuck up each others asses!" Dean screamed, slamming both his hands down onto the wooden desk that was in front of him. He still had so many things racing through his mind. All he wanted was to be able to find Renee alive.

"You really need to change the way you're speaking to me right now, Mr. Ambrose. The way you're talking to me right now is no way to speak to your boss." Stephanie pointed out as she cleared her throat.

"I really don't give a fuck what you think, Stephanie." Dean growled through his clenched jaw. It was true, he didn't really give a damn at all. The girl he really cared about, whether he wanted to admit the fact he cared about Renee or not was out there scared and alone. He had to get her back. He had to get his girlfriend, back.

It wasn't exactly easy for Ambrose to admit that Renee was his girlfriend, but he just had. And honestly, he wouldn't want anyone else to have that label other than Renee.

Sighing heavily, Stephanie stood to her feet as she shook her head. "I didn't want to do this, Dean, but you've left me no choice." She told him as she set down her phone.

Moments later, Sheamus entered the room. "Is this idiot botherin' ya, Steph?" The Celtic Warrior asked, his golden Money in the Bank berifcase in the grasp of his right hand tightly.

"Unfortunately," she responded, as a soft sigh left her lips. "Some people just don't know how to treat their boss Sheamus," she explained.

"What? You can't fight your own battles so you're gonna have this idiot fight your own battles for you?" Dean asked the Connecticut native, as he glanced at Sheamus out of his eye. "By the way, you look stupid." He told the Irish Superstar.

"That's enough Dean!" Stephanie told him, not wanting to hear anything else from the Ohio native.

Sheamus stole a quick glance at Stephanie who was still standing behind the desk. Then he went for the brogue kick, trying to catch Dean off guard. Ambrose had been expecting it, however, and the Lunatic Fringe quickly ducked, turned around, and pushed Sheamus over the desk, and right into Stephaine. He couldn't stop the laugh that left his lips before he jumped over the desk, and began to punch Sheamus in the face over and over.

The Celtic Warrior was never one to turn down a fight, so he too had thrown some punches of his own as the two Superstars rolled around on the floor.

Dean then stood up, and brushed off his jacket as he glared at Sheamus. He was still so angry. He lunged his way towards Sheamus, shoving him once again. This time the Irish Superstar had crashed into the wall. He had hit the wall so hard that he dropped his golden lunch box, and a few pictures that hung up in the office had crashed onto the floor.

He groaned as Dean's knees to his admon connected. While he was doubled over in pain holding his ribs that were now sore, Dean grabbed the desk lamp, and then broke it over Sheamus' head. He threw what was remaining of the lamp onto the ground with a little bit more force than what was necessary, and then walked out of the office, making sure to slam the door behind him. He was sick of The Authority and all of their bullshit. This kinda thing had been doing on for months.

The one thing he was sure about though, was that he was going to find Renee no matter what. Even if that meant taking matters into his own hands.


Wednesday, August 19th, 6:24pm-

With the couple of weeks that had passed, things hadn't improved for Miz much at all. Eve was still very much in denial. She didn't understand how he could be alive. Was it possible they had mixed Mike up with the guy who had passed away few months ago?

The Miz had just finished a much needed workout. He had worked out for nearly four hours, but he was so desperate to clear his head that once he had started his workout, he couldn't bring himself to stop.

He was unable to clear his head, however, and he wasn't feeling any better. He knew that he was more than likely slowly starting to slip into a depression. He couldn't stop himself from sliding into this downward spiral. Not that anyone could blame him. He had been stuck in a world of hell for three months, and the love of his life thought he was dead and refused to believe that he was alive. How else was he supposed to feel?

He looked up from his black iPhone six, and in the moment, he had to remind himself to breathe. He saw Eve a few feet down the hallway at the vending machine. He guessed that the Denver beauty was getting herself a water.

Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun that sat on the top of her head, and she was in her pajamas. His blue eyes immediately landed on her growing belly, and softened in an instant. She was absolutely beautiful.

Tears quickly filled his eyes, and he had forced himself to blink them away. This was killing him. The way she wouldn't accept him back into her life, the way she looked through him as if she didn't even know him.

He slowly started to take a few footsteps towards his girl. He didn't want to scare her. He had already done that the first time they had seen each other in over three months. He didn't want to see that hurt or fear in her green eyes ever again.

"Eve," he said softly once he had reached her.

The beautiful dark haired woman looked up at Mike, her eyes going slightly wide. She had managed to go fourteen days without seeing him or speaking to him. But now it seemed as if she didn't have a choice.

Mike took a slow deep breath. He could see the fear setting in again. "Can we talk? Just for a few minutes?" He asked softly, his voice slightly shaky. He couldn't help but to be nervous, and he absolutely hated that he made her feel this way. He was supposed to make her feel loved and secure. Not fearful and scared.

"Sure," she said, her voice was just as quiet as she glanced down at the water bottle that was in her hands.

Mike slid his index finger under her chin, slowly tilting her head up. His blue eyes met with her green ones. "You know I would never hurt you, you know that." he said. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm here, and that I'm always going to be here. I'm not going to go anywhere. I want to be in this child's life, Eve. My child's life. Our child's life." he whispered, closing his hand around her wrist.

The blue eyed Superstar had always wanted to be a father, and he couldn't have been happier that Eve was the one who was carrying his child. He just had to figure out how to help Eve let him back into her life again. "I would love to go with you to your next doctor's appointment, Eve. I would absolutely love that." He added, his voice was still so quiet. "Please let me go with you, Eve." He added, trying so desperately to make a plea.

"I, I don't know, M-Mikey," she said quietly as she stumbled over her words, looking down at her water bottle again, trying so hard to distract herself.

Raking a hand through his brown hair, Miz sighed softly before nodding his head. He knew that this conversation wasn't going to go any further. "I don't want to bother you, Eve. So I'll see you soon, okay? Please text me text or call me if you need anything. Anything at all," he then glanced up at her, his eyes landing on the silver chain that hang around her neck. Immediately he had noticed that the engagement ring he had given to Eve four months ago hung on that chain. He felt a rush of hope make its way through his body.

Eve still loved him. She still loved him. Somewhere deep inside, his girl was still in there, and he was going to get the love of his life back.


-NXT Bayley & Sasha Banks contract signing, 8:00pm-

Bayley made her entrance down the ramp, and truth be told, the bubbly happy Diva was very nervous for this contract signing.

But she had earned it. She beat Emma, Charlotte, and Becky Lynch to become the number one contender for the NXT Women's title, which was currently being held by The Boss, Sasha Banks.

The tension between the two girls once they were in the ring at the same time was unreal. Both of them wanted the same thing. Sasha wanted to keep the title, while Bayley wanted to finally get the chance to hold the title, and be able to say that she had accomplished her dream.

They both wanted that title.

The cheers from the crowd made her feel less anxious, finally giving Bayley the courage she needed to speak as she picked up her mic. "First of all, Mr. Regal, I just wanted to say thank you and the NXT fans, because if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even be here. This is…" She paused as more cheers filled the arena. The crowd split between Sasha and Bayley cheers.

"This is a huge match, and this is the biggest match of my life. I've been in this position before, and every time I have let it slip through my fingers. But not this time, that's right. This time is different, I feel it, and I think all of you can feel it," Bayley said, pointing to all of the NXT fans. "And I think that Sasha Banks can feel it, too." She said, and then she signed the contract. She stood there, feeling proud, and as she stood up tall, "Bayley's gonna hug you" chants filled the arena, and she felt so many emotions run through her. This time...it was going to be different. It had to be.

Sasha then picked up her mic, ready to speak her mind. "This is a big moment for you, isn't it? In front of all these fans that love you. I mean, do you hear them?" Sasha asked, chuckling slightly as "let's go Bayley, let's go," chants broke out. "There's a reason NXT is in Brooklyn and not here," Sasha added. "Because Bayley, it's going to be the biggest show in NXT history! And the best part about that is you're going to be in the ring with me. I mean, just look at you."

"Can you do something about these people!?" The Boss snapped, once the "Sasha's ratchet" chants had broken out through the arena. "Excuse me! I am trying to talk!" She told the fans, as she started to become annoyed. "I am not ratchet! I am the NXT Women's Champion! You're scared, Bayley. You're scared. I mean, I would be too. You're looking at the baddest Diva in the WWE. It's not the fact that you're not good, Bayley Wayley, it's just you're not me. You know it, and everybody here knows it!"

"Bayley's better" was the next chant to be said by the fans. Bayley couldn't help but to smile. The fans were behind her. She had that on her side. Of course the crowd was once again split as some of them chanted, "no she's not".

Sasha waited a moment before continuing. "At Takeover, Bayley, I'm going to submit my name in history. As the greatest NXT Women's Champion this company has ever seen. NXT or WWE, you're going to find out why I'm the am The Boss." She then stamped her name onto the contact, grabbed her title, and turned around to leave.

"Excuse me, Sasha. You're leaving? I know how these contract signings work. I've watched a lot of WWE in the past. You think you're just gonna walk out? I saw what you did to Becky Lynch in your guys' contract signing, and you think you can just walk out of mine like it's nothing. I'm ready to fight now! You think I can't beat you, Sasha Banks!? I'm ready to fight now!" Bayley said, before placing her mic back down onto the table.

The Boss picked up her mic, looking far from please with the Diva who stood across from her. "You think I'm scared of you? Becky and Charlotte were threats. You're not, sweetheart. Let's face the facts, Bayley! They're the reason I'm on RAW and Smackdown and you're not. You wanna know why? Because you're a loser. You're pathetic. You think you're a role model for all these little girls? I mean, look at this one dressed just like you!" Sasha said, pointing to Bayley's biggest fan, who was a little girl named Izzy. "How sad. You know what a real role model is, Bayley? Me. Because I'm going to teach all these little girls that fairytales don't come with happy endings. You're facing the best. You're facing the NXT Women's Champion. As far as fighting you tonight….guess what? I don't have time for that because you're just not worth it!" Sasha smirked at the bubbly Diva from across the table, dropped down her mic, and then exited the ring.

Bayley wasn't going to have any of that, however. No. She was ready, and she was going to show Sasha that she meant it. Running up the ramp, she attacked The Boss from behind. The two girls had to be pulled apart from each other as three referees came out to hold Bayley back.

Saturday could not get here fast enough for Bayley. That title was going to be hers.


As soon as Bayley had set foot backstage, she was met by Sami Zayn, as he wrapped his arms around her, giving her a hug. "You did great out there," he whispered against her hair. "Sasha doesn't stand a chance against you this Saturday. You're going to walk out of NXT with that title on Saturday. I can feel it."

Bayley smiled against Sami's skin as her face was still buried in Sami's chest. She had to admit, being greeted by him as soon as she got backstage did calm her nerves a bit. She had every reason to be nervous. This was in fact the biggest match of her career. "What if I fail?" She whispered. Her voice was so soft and muffled that Sami had almost missed what she said.

"Bayley," he whispered softly as he took a few steps back so the California Native was forced to make eye contact with him. "You won't fail. You're ready for this. You have worked for this. You have the fans behind you. This Saturday is going to be your moment. I promise." He pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead before wrapping his arms around her, bringing her into another hug.

He believed in Bayley, and he knew that the fans believed in Bayley, all that was left now was for Bayley to believe in herself. Sami knew that deep down, the bubbly Diva did believe in herself. She even said herself that this time it was going to be different. She could feel it. The fans could feel it, Sasha could feel it. Everyone could feel it.

She just had to take a deep breath, and jump right in. She could beat Sasha Banks, and Bayley was very much capable of becoming the next NXT Women's Champion. She was the underdog that everyone had grown to know and love. She just needed to keep her head held high, and hang onto that positive mindset of hers.

If could hang in there, and do both those things, she would walk out of NXT Takeover with the title around her waist. This moment was hers, all that left for Bayley to do now was to embrace it.


-Friday, August 21st, 10:48pm-

Renee was exhausted. The last sixteen days for the blonde had been nothing short of a living hell. She wanted to go home so, so bad. But even after two weeks, she still had no idea where she was.

Emma had yet to let Renee set foot out of the small room the Australian blonde had locked her in. It had no windows, no furniture, nothing. Renee felt small, she felt dirty, and she wanted nothing more than to go home.

She couldn't get what Emma had told her out of her head. How Dean had cheated on her with Paige. In all honesty, it broke her. It killed her inside because Renee was trying so hard to be good enough for Dean. She was trying so hard to show the Lunatic Fringe how she truly felt. She was trying so hard to show him just how much she cared about him.

She had even gone out of her way to call Roman so she would be able to learn more about Dean. The pain in her chest was real, and it was deep. Dean had hurt her. Renee had only realized that she had been crying once she saw one of her own teardrops land onto the wooden floor that she sat on.

Why wasn't she good enough for him? What had she done wrong? Or what had she done to make him so unhappy? Shaking her head, she brushed away a few of her tears with the back of her hand. Even though Dean had had hurt her, she still couldn't walk away from the Ohio native.

She had made a promise to always be there for him. She couldn't walk away from Dean even if she wanted to. The thing was, she didn't want to.

The Canadian blonde had fallen too hard for him, and there was no taking any of that back. The way he made her feel whenever they shared a kiss. He made Renee feel alive. She was drawn to him for reasons she had yet to figure out.

The force pulling her towards Dean was a strong one, and she was too weak to fight it. It wasn't something she wanted to fight, anyways. Instead, she wanted to help him. She wanted to help him love, and help him know that he was very capable of being loved, too.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Emma coming into the room. Emma threw a sandwich at the girl she had kidnapped, and held hostage for over two weeks as if Renee was some type of dog. "Eat up," she told the blonde.

Trying the best to hide the shame in her eyes as a feeling of worthlessness filled Renee, the blonde quickly ate the sandwich. She didn't want Emma to take it away. That was something she had experienced before, and she never wanted to go through that again.

Renee's throat was slowly starting to become raw from not drinking enough fluids, but Emma was very picky about when Renee could have food or water. She wanted to torture Renee, and so far, Emma had done one hell of a job of doing so.

The sound of a plastic water bottle hitting the hardwood floor startled Renee, but she wasted no time picking the bottle up as she downed it. She had it gone in less than two minutes, choking slightly from drinking the water so fast.

But the cool liquid on her raw throat felt so good that she really didn't care.

"He's never going to come looking for, you know. He doesn't give a damn about you, honey. Because he did...he wouldn't have screwed Paige behind your back, now would he Renee? Maybe you're a bad girlfriend. Or maybe he just sees you for the ugly bitch that you really are." Emma said coldly, locking eyes with Renee. "You're never going to go back home, because I'm not going to let you." Emma added before picking up the empty water bottle from where it lay on the floor, and kicking Renee in the mouth. She then made her way towards the door. "Sweet dreams, Renee." Emma called over her shoulder as she closed the door.

A heavy shaky sigh left Renee as she wiped the blood from her lip, and listened to Emma lock the door from the outside. Please come find me, Dean. The Canadian blonde thought to herself. I hate to admit it, but just this once...I need you.


A/N: Yay! Another chapter is finished! I cannot wait for Takeover! I'm really, really, hoping that Bayley walks out with the title! Can't wait for SummerSlam, either! Should be an awesome weekend for us wrestling fans! As always, please don't forget to review, and thanks for reading! - Melly.