Hello, lovely readers!
Hope we are all well and had a good Halloween. I've got so much on at the minute so I've been busy but I managed to get this chapter out. For those who read Fraternize, the next chapter is coming soon, don't worry. Apologies for the delay of it this week.
Seahawks3, espeon44, Titans8, 4 – Thank for the reviews!
Rileyjade – I know, bless them
Nattiebroskette – Randy will be playing a roll in this story. And I'm glad you liked the insight into Dean's mind. He's so much fun to write
Tantoune – Dean is softening to her. Taking that chair shot was a huge reality slap for him
Magikat – Well Beauty and the Beast is my favourite Disney film ever so I like that comparison!
Mandy – Yeah, there are worse places to sit haha!
Guest – I have Roman already married in this story sadly, but I have future plans for Becky, don't you worry
Raquel the writer – Yes he does
Ambroserollinsgirl – I think Seth is starting to see things slowly happen
GeorgiaDeanGirl – Dean can be nice when he wants to lol
Silentmayhem – Randy will play a big part in this story so keep your eye on him
MizzHellKat – It's progress. Thank god he's no longer giving her the cold shoulder. Now we can really start to build their freidnship and relationship
Labinnacslove – Thanks for all the reviews lol! But there's still plenty for them to go through first before they can start falling for one another
Rkosgirl1 – All I'm saying is keep your eye on Randy. But yes, it was nice to finally see The Shield acting as a team
Dawnie-7 – We need to have the occasional nice chapters considering all the drama I have planned lol
Guest – I like to write my stories as if Kayfabe is real and nothing is scripted as it adds to the drama and realism of what's going on.
KaylsDaughterOfHades – We are finally getting some progress from the guy and the happy moments are making an appearance. He's finally on side and seeing Georgie for the nice girl she is
Crazy-wild-and-free - After all the drama between them I figured Dean and Georgie deserved a nice moment. But dont worry, Moxley wont be gone for long
This chapter is named after 'The Club Is Alive' by JLS
Dean Ambrose's Point Of View
On Friday night a few of us decided to visit a club in the city to have a few drinks, socialise and have a dance. Well… I say a few of us, it was basically just the four of us and Becky Lynch. Apparently she and Georgina were best friends back in NXT or some shit so she'd invited the girl along to come out with us.
I didn't really care. All I wanted was to relax, listen to some good music and have a few drinks with my brothers.
The club was alive when we got there, the music blaring and the lights flashing, people crowding around the bar to get drinks whilst many others littered the dance-floor.
We were ushered to a private table and we ordered a few drinks, ready to enjoy our night.
I loved evenings like these, evenings where I didn't have to think about work or wrestling or give a shit about anything really. They were the evenings where I could let loose, have a drink, chill with my brothers and have a well deserved good time. Our jobs meant we were constantly travelling and work was always so full on. And if we weren't working then we were training, so I jumped at any fucking chance to have a night off and have fun. We'd already had Tuesday off so to get a Friday night off too really was a treat.
And I was grabbing it with both hands.
The barman came over with a tray of drinks and I quickly claimed mine, grabbing an ice cold bottle of beer and raising it to my lips, letting the cold liquid slide down my throat. It tasted fucking amazing, just what I needed.
The girls went off to dance so I just settled back in my seat, relaxing with the guys.
They both seemed in really good spirits and I think it was down to a few reasons. They'd both spoken to their other halves today, something that always cheered them up. We'd also all kicked ass and shown how good we are on TV this week. But I think the main reason for their happiness was that for once we were all gelling as a team. I'd put my prejudices behind me and accepted Georgina as a member of The Shield. It had taken a while for me to come round, and I knew everything wasn't sunshine and lollypops just yet, but I was seeing she wasn't a bad person after all.
She was decent and she wasn't out to hurt me or annoy me.
It was nice to have us all feeling the same and having us all getting on. I fucking hated fighting with my brothers so to have them finally happy with me meant everything was back to normal.
I sipped on my beer, watching the girls dance as Roman excused himself to go to the bathroom.
Every time my eyes landed on that little brunette, a gentle pang of guilt hit me.
I'd been a total fucking prick to this girl for well over a week now, ignoring her, shouting at her, even releasing Moxley once. And how had she repaid me? By taking a fucking chair shot to the back for me. You don't do that unless you're a thoroughly good and decent person. A caring person, a real team player. I'd had her wrong all this time and I'd made her life a fucking misery. I felt guilty, I wasn't afraid to admit it. I felt shit and a little ashamed of my behaviour. It was unwarranted, especially as I hadn't properly gotten to know her before I judged her. I'd just tarred her with the same brush as everyone else and treated her how she didn't deserve to be treated.
But seeing her now, dancing and enjoying herself with Becky, it was the first time I'd properly seen the girl smile and have fun since I'd known her. Any little time she'd smiled in the past I'd put a dampener on the moment or ruined for her. But now it was good to finally see her being herself and having a good time.
Her smile was bright, her laughter was melodic and loud, her body language and dancing proving she was finally stress free and not having to put on an act or restrain herself. She could finally be Georgina Hale and be herself. And it was good to see, especially as I'd been so blind to see it before. I knew it was best to now give her a chance and try to form a bond and friendship with her like Roman and Seth already had. She was a part of The Shield whether I liked it or not. I may as well embrace what was happening and get her on side.
Movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention, my head turning to see Seth staring at me, his arms folded, a smirk on his face.
"What?" I asked him.
"You're looking at her again," Seth noted.
"No I'm not," I quickly defended myself. "I'm looking around. It just happens to be in her direction."
Seth smirked to himself. "You were looking at her the other night too. Someone's warming to Georgie, aren't they?"
"She took a chair shot for me," I shrugged. "Kinda hard to ignore that."
"You've done a total one-eighty though."
"So?"
"Hey, I'm not complaining. Its good to see," he said. "This is what Roman and I have wanted you to do from the beginning. I just didn't see you taking to her this easily, especially with how you've been."
"Like I said, she did a big thing for me," I said. "The girl has proven herself in my eyes."
"It's just the smile you have on your face as you watch her," he observed. "I've not seen that smile in a long long time."
"What you implying?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said, holding his hands up defensively. "Just… she's a nice girl, you know? I can understand why you smile at her so much. I'm just wondering exactly what's going on in your head. You never smile at girls like that. She must have really made an impression."
My cheeks flushed red and I quickly looked away from my friend. I knew exactly what he was implying.
"You're walking a tight line, Rollins. Be grateful I'm talking to the girl. That's enough progress for me for now," I said before raising my bottle of beer to my lips again.
Georgina was a nice girl, a team mate, and someone I definitely wanted to start a friendship with. So what if I was looking at her and smiling at her. Seth needed to stop gossiping and getting ahead of himself. The girl was a friend. Nothing more.
xXx
Georgina Hale's Point Of View
As Becky and I twirled round the dance-floor, I could honestly say I was feeling genuinely happy and blissful. My career had taken off in a fantastic way, all my team mates approved of me, and I was having a dance and a drink with my best friend. Tonight was an awesome night and I felt so wonderful and high.
A week ago, I never thought for a second I'd be in this position. They all liked me, they all got on with me, and I was finally in a good place. I was excited for work again, I was excited to see my team mates, and even though I still had a horrible big red mark on my back, it was worth it to finally be in the place I was. We had all made definite progress and the smile refused to leave my face.
The music was amazing and the drinks were flowing, but the emptier my glass got, the sooner both Becky and I realised we needed a top up. The cocktails at this place were cheap and delicious, and we planned to take advantage of that. Becky looked over at the bar before turning to look at me.
"The queue for drinks is pretty big," she noted, shouting to me over the music. "I'll go join the queue; you go to the guys and see if any of them want a drink. Come back and tell me."
"Good plan," I said. It made sense. We needed to join the queue now, so both of us going over to the guys would only waste time. "I'll be right back."
Becky rushed over to the bar as I made my way through the crowds of dancers, heading in the direction of the boys.
A hand suddenly came out of nowhere.
It grabbed me, taking me back and pulling me against a tall and hard body, my mouth squealing at the sudden movement. I looked up, astonished to see it was Randy Orton.
What the fuck is he doing here…?
I swallowed nervously.
"Miss Hale," he smirked. "It looks like we meet again."
"Let me the fuck go," I demanded immediately, trying to pull away. Randy's strength was far superior to mine so it was a struggle. I was barely able to move an inch.
"Relax, sweetheart," he said. "I just want to talk, nothing more."
"Well I have nothing to say to you, so I'd appreciate it if you'd let me go," I said, trying to pull away from him again. I couldn't.
"Well I do so maybe I'll do the talking and you can do the listening," he suggested.
I looked up at him, my jaw tense, my body frustrated. I had no idea what this prick was doing or why he was even here, but this was the second time this week he'd cornered me like this. He was either extremely brave or had a fucking death-wish. He was Authority; he was the enemy, so I had no clue as to his need to talk to me.
"What do you want, Randy?" I asked him. Maybe the quicker he spoke then the sooner I could get away.
"I wanted to congratulate you once again on your little chair shot Monday night," he said, pulling me closer. I fought back the need to vomit, recoiling my head a little as he looked down at me. "I can't say I've ever seen someone do that before. Especially not a diva."
"I'm a team player," I said. "I'd have done it for any of The Shield. And I'm a woman, not a diva."
"That took guts," he smirked. "And a lot of bravery. That chair connected with you pretty hard."
"I still have the mark on my back to prove it," I told him, a hint of disgust in my voice.
"And the way you took Charlotte down both this week and last week… You're one to watch," he said. "We could do with someone like you in The Authority. Maybe you should consider a change of allegiance."
My mouth hung open, agape at his words.
Was he honestly suggesting I join The Authority? Was he suggesting I turn my back on the boys and join their sick, pathetic and vile organisation?
He must be fucking deluded!
"No thank you," I said in earnest. "I wouldn't join The Authority if I was the last woman on Earth. I'm loyal and I stay with my team. And that's The Shield. So now you've done your speaking and I've done my listening, I'd like you to let me go."
He chuckled to himself.
"You're feisty, aren't you? And plucky."
"Let me go," I said through gritted teeth.
"I'll need to keep my eye on you in the future."
"Let me fucking-"
And he did. I was immediately pushed away from him and was able to stand by myself. But it wasn't of Randy's own volition. I stepped back, looking up to see Randy further across the dance-floor, a tall man standing in his way.
Dean Ambrose.
His hand was on The Viper's throat as he pushed him back until his body hit a wall. His hand squeezed hard, Dean's back hunched over with what I could only imagine was anger and rage. He did not look happy but the look of fear and worry on Randy's face showed this wasn't Dean simply breaking us up. This was dangerous.
Shit…
I was thankful the scene wasn't getting much attention from other club goers due to the dark lights and their drunken states. But I knew I had to rush over to break this up.
"Dean!" I cried as I reached them, grabbing my team mate's arm, trying my best to pry it away from Randy. "Dean, stop."
"You piece of shit," he growled, pulling his arm back and roughly slamming Randy back against the hard wall. His head bounced off the concrete, his eyes rolling to the back of his head briefly from the impact. "You think it's funny to corner and grab a woman like that?"
"Dean," I tried again but he ignored me, his hand getting tighter and tighter around Randy's neck. The Viper's face was turning red, a mark appearing across his throat, Dean refusing to let go or lessen his grip.
"Let… me… go…" Randy said breathlessly, getting out any words he could manage. "Please…"
"Funny that," Dean said. "Georgina here said the same thing to you only seconds ago. And what did you do? Fuck all! You held her tighter and scared her more. So why the fuck should I offer you the courtesy you fucking refused her?"
Randy's face was getting redder as he fingers clawed at Dean's hand to let him go. He was struggling to breathe and I knew that if Dean didn't let go soon he was going to pass out.
Panic hit me, the idea of that happening in this busy club something I didn't want to happen. This was already freaking me out enough, but if anything major happened, Dean could get in trouble. Not only with the police but with WWE too. I had to end this and I had to end it now.
"Dean, please!" I cried. "Let him go!"
But his hand only got tighter.
"Piece of fucking shit…" he mumbled.
He wasn't listening, he wasn't stopping, he was refusing to let go. This wasn't right, this wasn't normal, this wasn't like Dean…
And then it hit me.
This wasn't Dean. This was…
"Moxley!" I shouted firmly.
Immediately his head whipped round to look at me, his eyes wide at being directly referenced to.
I was taken aback by his stare but I kept cool and calm.
I should have known this was Moxley rather than Dean. The way he held himself, the way he acted, the cold and harsh look in his eyes. This wasn't Dean Ambrose at all. This was pure Jon Moxley.
But the look on his face showed that he was surprised by me calling him out, but then it occurred to me that this was the first time I'd properly met the guy. Yes, I'd met Moxley in my locker room after my debut in WWE, but I didn't even know Moxley existed at that point. And yes, I'd met him briefly in the ring Monday, but he'd disappeared as quickly as he'd shown up.
Yet this was the first time I'd called him out. This was the first time I'd spoken to him. This was our first real meeting.
He stared at me and I was frozen in place by the intensity of his gaze. His eyes were so much darker than Dean's, those baby blues turning dark, almost black. He held himself differently, seeming much bigger and stronger if that was even possible. And his jaw was tense, his teeth bared, his whole demeanour so angry. It was so odd to see.
But as he stared at me, his hand softened enough for Randy to pull away and escape from the grasp, running from us, heading in the direction of the exit as quickly as his feet could carry him. It was this movement that brought Moxley's attention away from me and back to the man in question.
He looked around urgently, following Randy.
"Fucking bastard," he growled, not thinking twice before running after him.
"Moxley, no!" I tried, but it was useless. He'd already taken off.
I couldn't have a repeat of what just happened, I could let anything bad like that happen. I had to stop this before it got worse.
So I ran after them, hoping I could catch up with them before it was too late.
Again, a huge thanks to Seahawks2, espeon44, Titans8, 4, labbinacslove, rileyjade, nattiebroskette, Tantoune, Magikat, Mandy, guest, Raquel the writer, ambroserollinsgirl, GeorgiaDeanGirl, silentmayhem, MizzHellKat, rkosgirl1, Dawnie-7, guest, crazy-wild-and-free, and KaylsDaughterOfHades for their reviews
