Hysteria

By: PhoenixJustice

Disclaimer: WWE is property of a zillion people that aren't me. I do not own the characters, storylines, people portraying them, etc. I only own this story and I make no profit from this.

Warning: Rated M for language, violence, sexual situations, slash, etc.

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Seth Rollins.

Setting: Post-Hell in a Cell 2014 and the Raw the night after, etc.

Summary: "You stabbed me in the back, you son of a bitch." "You are my Brother. I trusted you. I trusted you, Seth. After everything..." "Wyatt is just a tiny, annoying, blip on my radar; don't ever think that my eyes aren't watching you, Seth."

A/N: Also known as: in which I had too many feels to count thanks to this PPV so I must write fic to feel better.

A/N 2: Also, ALSO known as: in which Seth fucked up and now has to find a way to fix it.

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Chapter Twenty Five - Not Any Easier

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So much had happened within such a short period of time that it left his head spinning. First the injury; that had been...well, it had affected him more than he expected it to, considering it wasn't the worst injury it could have been. It certainly would cost months of recovery, but it could have been worse-and thankfully it wasn't. Then it was the championship scramble thing the Authority had created, to fill the void since the title had to be dropped.

Then Roman wins...and it's instantly taken away, that huge moment, by Sheamus.

Then Roman wins it again...only to lose it at the Royal Rumble, this time by Triple-H.

And now Roman would have to wrestle both Brock and himself in a triple-threat at Fastlane to determine who would be going against Triple-H in the main event of Wrestlemania.

Huge stakes? That was an understatement and a half.

If it wasn't one thing, it was another. The Authority loved to fuck people over, but them especially.

He knew that the Authority had been looking forward to it, as with the match on Raw, as if expecting fractures in their bond. Their unflinching, unshakeable, unbreakable bond. It was a bond that had held true since they-all three of them-made it. Of course to him and Ro, it had looked bad for awhile there and he had fought Seth tooth and nail for breaking the only bond that had ever mattered to him, but then, miraculously, it had been so very different from what they had actually thought. The bond was still there, as true as it had ever been, and it would not be shaken; not by anyone.

There were very few things he didn't like about his...he hesitated to call it job. Wrestling had never felt like a job to him. It was his passion, his lifeblood, his everything (other than his Brothers now.) But one of them was the fact that he could see Seth so little now. It hadn't exactly been a lot for the past little while, considering they couldn't let the Authority onto anything, but it had still been enough. But now? With Seth injured, but working on healing, at home, it meant that he could only see him when he got the rare, but coveted, day or two days off.

They still talked on phone, and on text, but that wasn't the same as seeing the person you love (and damn if that wasn't the funniest word in the world. A word he never gave faith into until now), being able to touch them and hold them and all of those hallmark moment kind of things. But there was at least one silver lining in all this. It sucked that Seth had gotten hurt but he could at least spend time with him at Seth's place when he had time off. The Authority never checked on him in person; they left it to phone calls, texts, and the occasional video/skype thing if they wanted to see how Seth was in that regard. It was one of the few times he could be happy with the Authority having a lot to do, as it left him to safely be around Seth without having to worry about prying eyes.

Roman came over when he could too. He was probably even busier than Dean was, even without being champ. He was the target, the bullseye, that the Authority had now and they were laser focused on him. It was a lot of weight on one person's shoulders, but he never complained once to Dean about it. Not once. It only made him respect-the one of two people he respected-and love him more.

"Ambreigns, huh?" Roman says, amusement in his face and voice. "Well, at least we know what to call it."

"Hah! I know, right? I can't believe it. They know!" Dean says in a mocking sort of tone that has Roman laughing. "What will we tell Seth?!" He grabs Roman's head and plants a big, wet, kiss on his forehead, causing the Samoan to laugh harder, a great big belly laugh that makes Dean smile back.

"Dunno. Surely we don't gotta explain Tumblr and fanfictions to him to. That'll be your job." Roman says quickly.

"Damn straight. And I can explain to him what OTP's are and...wait, what are they again?"

Roman laughs again. "Well at least you know what Ambrollins stands for. The New Day can be a bit annoying sometimes, but they at least can tell us what these things mean. Woods is on Tumblr all the time."

"Heh. Maybe we should find something for Triple-H and annoy the piss out of him."

"Don't tempt me."

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He was glad to see the amusement and happiness in his Brother's face. With everything that had been going on with Seth, with the Authority, with the match coming up...he was afraid it would get to him, but he seemed to be taking everything much better than he expected.

That wasn't to say that he'd go on easy on him; he knew Dean better than almost anybody, save Seth, so he knew he'd have to bring everything he had and then some. It'd be a hell of a fight. And they had to worry about Lesnar too. Lesnar, who was unpredictable, who deserved to be called Beast. Lesnar would put a hurting on both of them; that was unavoidable. The only thing that mattered was keeping him from winning. And, at that point, he knew him and Dean would fight even harder against one another.

They loved one another, would be Brothers until their last breaths-and after-but they both wanted that title-and they both wanted to get their hands on Triple-H, for all the shit he had put them all through.

"Wanna do some training? Best if we can get in as much as we can until Fastlane; we're going to need it against Lesnar."

Dean rolls his shoulders and nods. "Yeah. I can take a beating. You can take a beating. But if we can get any advantages against Lesnar, we should. It's smart."

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Months.

Months.

If he hadn't want to beat up Sheamus before this, he wanted to now.

Okay, okay, he knew it wasn't exactly Sheamus' fault but maybe if the man's hair weighed less or something, he wouldn't have fucked up his leg like he had.

To say he was going stir crazy was an understatement. Injury was the bane of all wrestlers. Even if it was for a short period of time-which his wasn't-it drove all wrestlers up the wall not being able to get in a ring and wrestle. To wrestlers it was art, it was passion, it was their lifeblood, it was everything. So not being able to do it? It was the drizzling shits.

He did all he could to keep himself occupied, what with doing-careful-training and the like, but it still left a lot of down time that he didn't like. And it wasn't like he could bug Dean on the phone all the time either. He looked forward to each time he could see him, talk to him, but for as much as they could be themselves here at his home and could talk a little easier on the phone now, Dean was still busy with the actual wrestling (that Seth couldn't do right now) and dealing with the Authority, same with Roman. They both had been through a lot, thanks to the Authority, and it put a damper on all things-including Roman winning the title (twice now.) They couldn't even enjoy the moment properly, what with the Authority being douchebags and hounding after him-and now including Dean into the mix again.

He supposed another bonus was being able to talk to Jamie and Joey here, though that wasn't as big as it should have been as, though they were trying, the Authority had been relying on them less (none at all onscreen at Raw and SD and very little otherwise.) He worried that the Authority was getting suspicious about a mole in their midst and was trying to hunt him out. Of course at this point, there were many; himself, Jamie, Joey and now Kane. They had all decided that if it came up that the Authority were genuinely looking for a mole, and they knew that, that Seth would not speak up. Jamie and Joey would give themselves up first and would take all the blame, without indicating Seth. There had to be at least one player left, who had the Authority's ear, and who could use whatever advantage he got from that to take them down.

And another bonus? Having more time to think about things, to plan. He had a lot of options available to him now that he didn't before, so he supposed there was a silver lining in everything. Whether to take on the Authority head on, to do a long ploy, a short one...the possiblities were really endless, especially when the Authority never checking up on him in person; it allowed him to talk strategies with people in person.

He looks down as he hears a beep from his phone and slides it open.

How you feeling? Get a good workout? - RR

Pretty good. Sore, but that's to be expected. Surprised to here from you right now though. Figured I'd hear from Dean first. - SR

Why surprised? Oh, I guess cause usually the Authority likes to put me in all the matches during the week. I'm surprised I still even get a day off at all. - RR

He's finishing up a shower. We did some sparring. Fun, but I wish you were here too. People will talk about our spars for a long time to come. - RR

He feels a pang of nostalgia, remembering when they'd all three find a local gym at the town they were currently in and would do some sparring, some training. It got to where some of the other wrestlers would watch them, as well as some of the regular gym patrons, and this was during a time when they were hated by pretty much everyone on the roster. He could remember when he had managed to get Dean bent back in a way that very few could handle and he had taken it like a champ; had grunted and groaned and had arched his back against Seth in the best-

He shakes the thought out of his head. He really needed to get laid. He really needed Dean. He really needed Dean here so he could get laid; it had been way too long.

I expect both of you to kick Lesnar's ass so much that Heyman won't be able to tell his face from his ass. And then I expect you two to tear the roof off the place. - SR

You want no roof left. Got it. - RR

But if a draft gets in and I get sick, I'm gonna send you my bill. - RR

He laughs. People tended to take Roman too seriously in the times they didn't need to and forgot just how amusing he could be; he liked to think it was his and Dean's-mostly Dean's-influence over him. Not that Roman hadn't any sense of humor at all before they became a group, but he had been a lot more serious, more closed off. Which constantly surprised Seth, as Roman tended to show his heart on his sleeve, he was that kind of guy. At least when it came to them. He often wondered what had happened before they had become a group, that would cause Roman to close off like he had. He knew the man would tell them eventually; they didn't hold secrets between them. But sometimes secrets could cause a lot of pain, so they always gave the person time to get it out on their own time.

Duly noted. - SR

Don't you have some gigantic nose you need to punch in? - SR

Sadly, no. Not until Wrestlemania, anyway. Maybe a Raw before then, if I'm lucky. - RR

Confident. - SR

I'm taking them both seriously, you know I am. - RR

I know. - SR

But, this is also important to me. So I'm going to give everything I possibly can. I know it's going to be hard. - RR

Dean's definitely not going to make it easy; he wants it just as much as you do. - SR

Exactly. No one else but you, and Dean, would get that. Not that I don't see Lesnar as a challenge, because I certainly do, but Beasts can be slain. Dean's gonna give me a run for my money. Brother or not. - RR

I know. And he knows that. It's why it's going to be great. Because you KNOW if you give anything less than 100% to Dean, if he thinks you're going easy on him, he'll kick you ass. - SR

I know. And he knows I'll do the same. - RR

It's what Brothers are for, right? - SR

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By the way. Tell the New Day, if they mention Ambrollins, I will rip their unicorn horns off their head

and stick it so far down their throat they'll have tails instead of horns. - SR

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And remind me to beat up Big E for spanking you. Only I should get to spank you! - SR

Kinky. - DA

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A/N: It has been awhile! I apologize for that. RL stuff gets in the way and it sucks lol. But I have a new monitor now, as my old one either took forever to come on and work properly or the picture wanted to keep going out. And this monitor is much smaller, so it takes up less room on my desk, which gives me more room to set up my keyboard better, which makes it easier to write. So! Yay! lol. I plan to update this, as with my other stuff I'm working on, much more frequently now, as with the monitor situation getting cleared up, it's helped me drastically with my writer's block/procrastination.

Also, what did you all think of Raw? I DIED. As if I didn't love the New Day enough already! lol. I mean, Ambreigns, Tumblr, and fanfictions are official within WWE storyline now. That's-in the words of the immortal Pat Patterson-banana. They are the BEST. And then Roman's face. And Dean getting spanked and not seeming bothered at all by it. The stuff up to that stuff with the New Day could have been terrible and all of that would have instantly made up for it. WIN.

I hope you enjoyed this!

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-Phoenixjustice