CHAPTER 21

Dean readied himself for his next match-up. He was still riding the high he had after victimizing his last opponent, and his next match didn't look like as much as an imposing threat than his last one.

"Hey," Renee called, grabbing her boyfriend's attention. "Good luck, baby. Kick his ass."

Dean smirked. "I will. I'm Dean Motherfuckin' Ambrose."

"Beat this guy in the first round," Renee checked over her shoulder to check to see if the coast was clear. "I'll suck your cock."

"It's Saturday," Dean pointed out. "I always get head on a Saturday."

Renee rolled her eyes. "Ok, then if you beat him in the first, I'll wear my swimsuit. The one you really like."

Dean's eyes widened. "The... The one you wore to the water park last year?"

Renee, sensual grin spread across her lips, nodded her head slowly.

Dean chuckled. "Oh, this fucker's dead."

Renee giggled excitedly. Dean hurried over to the judges table, then took his spot in the middle of the mat. After securing his ankle strap, Dean shook his hand with his opponent.

The whistle blew. Dean immediately shot for a single leg take-down, but the other wrestler dodged him and grappled him in a rear lock. Dean threw his weight down to keep himself from getting lifted, but this boy was extremely strong and lifted Dean anyway. Dean, panic filling his head for a moment when he was lifted backwards into the air, stuck out his left leg to catch himself.

Dean landed all his weight on his left leg. Suddenly, what felt like a bolt of lightning shot up his leg. He screamed out in pain, which caused the referee to step in and separate the two wrestlers.

Dean used all his power to try and stand back up, but his left knee gave out and he crumbled back to the mat.

"Dean!" Renee yelled. She ran out to the mat to her boyfriend's side.

The referee waved off the match and awarded the win to Dean's opposition. Coach Angle came flying across the gym and to Dean's side.

"What happened?" Angle asked to anyone listening.

"My fucking knee," Dean groaned, clutching at the pained joint. "It hurts like fucking hell."

"Alright, we'll get you up," Angle threw one of Dean's arms over his shoulder. With the help of Renee, Coach Angle steadily walked Dean over to a set of bleachers.

Dr Baker, the team's trainer, knelt in front of Dean to attend to his knee. "Where does it hurt, Dean?"

"Fucking everywhere," Dean snapped, though everyone knew he was angry about his leg.

Dr Baker wrapped a thick layer of gauze around his knee. "Ok, we'll get you to a hospital to check it out. I'm afraid there might be ligament damage if you can't walk."

Dean shook his head. "Fuck that. I got a tournament to wrestle in."

"You'll have to forfeit," Dr Baker told. "You can't walk, you can't wrestle. I don't want you hurting yourself more than you already have."

Dr Baker walked finished her gauze work and walked away. Dean angrily slapped the bleachers and dropped his head in his hands.

"I can drive him to the hospital, coach," Renee told Angle.

Coach Angle nodded his head. "Thank you, Renee. I'll stop by later if he's still there to check on him. Dean, I'm proud of you no matter what. You're one of the best damn wrestlers I've ever had the privilege of coaching."

Dean didn't say anything. Coach Angle excused himself and walked off to watch another wrestling match.

"Want me to help you to my car?" Renee asked cautiously, worrying that another angry outburst was on the way.

Dean uncovered his eyes. His cheeks were wet with tears and the whites of his eyes were bright red. "Yeah, let's just get the fuck out of here before I lose my mind."

Renee stood up first. She wrapped Dean's arm around her shoulder. Dean tried to apply weight to his injured knee, but he yelled out in pain and almost fell over. Renee let him lean more weight into her. He was heavy, but it wasn't too much for Renee to handle.

"Take your time, baby," Renee encouraged. "We can take it nice and easy."

Dean nodded his head. "Thanks, babe. Heh, I guess I won't be getting head after all, eh?"

Renee grinned. Even in unimaginable pain, her Dean still found a way to make light of the situation. That, she thought, was one of the many reasons she loved him.

Dean, hobbling on one leg with most of weight supported up by Renee, gradually made his way to the exit.

Roman stayed locked on the man that tormented his girlfriend for years. Alberto stared back like a predator stalking his prey. Paige had turned away from the scene; Seeing Alberto again, so close to the trial, was making her beyond terrified to be there.

"Babe, let's go," Roman told Paige.

Paige shook her head. "He'll just follow us."

"Please, Paige," Roman took Paige by the hand. "We can leave. He's not dumb enough to try anything. He's already violating the restraining order, he won't try anything else."

Paige nodded her head and followed close by Roman as they walked out of the gym. Just as Roman feared, Alberto stepped off the bleachers and started following them into the hallway.

Thinking quickly, Roman spotted a uniformed police officer and moved towards him. Roman checked over his shoulder. Alberto took one look at the cop and ran out the door.

"Fucking pussy," Roman growled.

"Thank you," Paige praised.

"For?" Roman asked.

"Not getting into another fight with him," Paige pecked Roman on his cheek. "I wouldn't be able to handle something like that right now."

Roman began to respond, but he stopped when he saw Renee and Dean trying to head for the door.

"The hell happened with you?" Roman asked, hurrying to his best friend's side.

Dean chuckled. "Blew my knee givin' it to Rey."

Rey shook her head. "He landed funny during his match. I'm taking him to the hospital to get it looked at."

Roman threw Dean's other arm over his shoulder. Renee let go, since the height difference between her and Roman made it very hard for her to walk with Dean too. Roman carried Dean out to the small silver car he remembered was Renee's.

Roman set his friend in the passenger seat. "Dude, take it easy, ok?"

Dean gave Roman the finger. "My wrestling career is over. I'm taking it easy for-fuckin'-ever."

Roman said his goodbyes to Renee and Dean before the two took off.

"You think he'll be ok?" Paige asked.

Roman nodded. "Dean's tough. He'll pull through, whatever's wrong with him."

Paige secured herself around Roman for another soft embrace. "What are we gonna do about Alberto?"

Roman shook his head. "Nothing. In a few weeks, he'll be in jail for good. All we gotta do is wait."

Paige nodded her head. "Ok. I love you, Roman."

Roman planted a kiss on the top of Paige's head. "Love you too, Paige."

Later on in the day, after the Sammartino Memorial was officially over, Roman, Seth, Naomi, and Paige made their way over to Stamford General Hospital to check on Dean. The receptionist gave them his room number, and the group set off to see their friend.

Renee smiled warmly when her friends entered Dean's room. Dean, lying on a hospital bed in a white gown and more bandages around his knee, rolled his eyes but chuckled at his friends.

"How's it goin', Dean?" Roman asked.

Dean chuckled dryly. "Thing's fuckin' shredded, but they got me so doped up on painkillers it's almost worth it. Plus, Sika put this shit on his health insurance, so I got the good kind of dope. Good thing he's my emergency contact."

"Surgery went well," Renee explained. "They took him in right away and fixed up just about everything. He's gotta come back in a few days to make sure they got what they could."

"Might have to walk with a cane for a bit," Dean said. "If I deck it out to look like a pimp's, I'll be fine. How'd the tournament go?"

"Nay and I got second," Seth explained. "Roman came in first, obviously."

Roman shrugged. "I mostly just threw dudes around 'til they gave me the medal."

"Modest my ass," Dean joked, making the others chuckle too.

"Well, we came to make sure you didn't die or nothin'," Seth said. "Glad you're doin' good, man."

Each member of the group hugged Dean and Renee goodbye. After the last friend left, Renee stood up from her chair.

"You need anything, baby?" Renee asked.

Dean shook his head. "Nah, just some rest. The shit'll wear off soon and I'll hate life again."

Renee giggled. Biting her lip, she tugged on the zipper of her jacket. Dean cocked an eyebrow, but he sat up partially when he saw that, beneath her jacket, Renee was wearing the red swimsuit top he loved to see her in.

"Where did you-"

"Snuck home when you went in for surgery," Renee explained. "Good thing my parents weren't home or they'd kill me for changing into a swimsuit just so I can suck your dick."

Dean smirked. "You still wanna do that? Even though I'm a cripple now?"

Renee smiled. "Babe, I'll love you for the rest of my life, no matter what happens. You can blow your knee, or get a foot chopped off. I'm not going anywhere."

Dean thought about jokingly calling Renee's bluff, but he stopped himself when she lifted his hospital gown above his stomach. Renee lightly scratched her nails over the gauze wrapped around Dean's knee.

"I gotta be home by seven," Renee checked the clock on the wall. "It's six twenty-two."

Dean smirked. "I never last longer than three minutes with your lips anyway, babe."

Renee dragged her nails up Dean's leg until her palm met his member. Dean's skin layered with goosebumps with Renee's touch. A shaky moan escaped his lips when she clutched him, but a grin broke out across his face when she licked her lips.

"If this is the nurse service around here, I should get hurt more often." Dean kidded.

Renee, staring intensely into Dean's eyes, kissed the head of his penis. She then wrapped her lips fully around him and bobbed her head to take more of his cock into her mouth.