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.
Italics are for texts.
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Chapter Twenty Eight - Changes on the Horizon...?
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He could take a beating. Had always been able to; perhaps it was due to being knocked around so much by his father as a kid (when he was actually at home and not at either the bar or jail), but he had always been able to take more punishment than most. His time in CZW and the like had been invaluable in teaching him things, showing him just what he could do, what he could take, to learn how to cut promos against people.
But it was the fact of being able to take pain and dish out pain that made a difference now.
All the same...despite all the tricks, all the stuff he had planned, he had still lost against Lesnar. It stung something fierce in him, because he knew, he knew, he was better than that. Lesnar may be a Beast or what the fuck ever else Heyman may want to call him, but Dean Ambrose was better than him.
Call it egotism. He didn't care. Because either way, it was true.
But he had made mistakes in the match. He knew that. If he had been thinking as clearly as he had wanted to, going into the match, then he'd have used more tools against Lesnar, would have done different things.
He had lost.
He remembers being left sprawled out in the ring, head still ringing from both the F5 as well as landing hard on the chairs. Remembers grimacing at the pain, but almost wanting to laugh.
It was over.
Or at least it seemed that way. He had no more beef with Lesnar. And while he had wanted to win badly, he felt no real need to continue to fight him. Maybe later, if something else occurred, but as of now...no.
He remembers limping back up the ramp, ninety thousand plus people screaming things at him he couldn't really concentrate on at the time. Remembers the people he passes in Gorilla, down the hallway, ignoring everyone, just wanting to find the nearest shower and pass out as soon as possible.
Roman stands in front of the door. Without a word, he hugs Dean, careful not to do so too hard. Dean clings to him anyway, ignoring the pain. All he wanted was his Brothers, maybe a couple of Tylenol if things got too bad and some sleep. Sleep for a thousand years and maybe then Seth'd be well by then and things could...
"Dean!" He shakes his head. Must'a been falling asleep. Not good. He didn't have a concussion, did he? Didn't feel like it. He'd had enough in his time to usually recognize when he did.
"'s fine," he insists, though Roman hadn't said anything else yet. "Just gonna get a shower."
Roman pulls back, still looking worried. "At least let me sit in the room. I," his voice lowers now, obviously mindful of who might be listening. "I only have one Brother I can openly care for right now. Let me?"
At that Dean's shoulders sag. The reminders of what their situations all were right now was helping him come back to more of himself.
And it hurt.
He nods and moves out of Roman's embrace, opening the door, with the other man following behind him.
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The shower-and Roman talking to him-helps clear out most of the cobwebs in his head. Now it's his turn, as he sits in one of the chairs in the room, still fluffing out his hair with a towel, to listen to Roman as the Samoan talks about some of his worries.
"I have my goal in mind, what I want to do. But it's, it's hard," Roman admits, looking down at the floor and not at Dean. "I already know how everyone is going to react as I get out there. And I keep trying to put on a brave face, but I'm-it hurts. Especially since The Authority are the bad ones, not me."
"Fuck them." Dean says, heatedly. "They don't know the situation. They got no right to treat you that way. You're trying your fucking best; a blind person could see that! You can't-you can't let them get to you, Ro. That's the shit that the Authority likes best. That he likes best. And he'll use any of that to his advantage in your match. Just remember why you're there."
At that Roman looks up to look at him.
"You're one of the best. You. Me. And Seth. We're all the best. It's why we were an unstoppable team. It's just this...all this shit the Authority has done...it's fractured us. And I don't just mean at Seth's betrayal, but-" Dean shrugs helplessly for a moment. "-but us personally, on a wrestling level. We're letting all this shit get in our heads and it's keepin' us from being our best."
"Because I know we're the best," he continues fiercely. "We proved that time and again. No matter what opposition that went against us, or whatever odds we had to overcome; The Shield always came through."
His words seem to warm Roman, as Roman nods back at him, fire in his eyes.
"Always," Roman rumbles. "Always. We can...we can have that back again. Especially now; if Shane McMahon wins tonight, then that breaks the Authority's ties. We both know that they'll do what it takes to get it back, but that would at least slow them down. And if-when-I beat Triple-H tonight, that'll shake them both (whether Shane wins his match against the Undertaker or not.) We'll show them that no matter what they do, we are the Shield and we will never be beaten."
Dean grins. "That'a boy. You got it." He puts out his fist for Roman to bump. "Give 'em hell."
Roman grins back, bumping fists back. "Always."
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Jesus fuck, are you watching this match between Shane and Taker? - SR
Of course I am; we both know what's at stake with it. But yeah, besides that...Shane McMahon is fucking nuts. - DA
From you, that's the ultimate compliment. - SR
And-he's fucking not. Fuck. - DA
He's climbing the fucking cage! Fuck, if even if he lands on Taker... - SR
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Fuck. - DA
Yeah... But we both know Roman's gonna kick Triple-H's ass. - SR
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He couldn't say he didn't feel a small twinge of jealousy looking at it, but the rest of him was just so, so happy for both his Brother and the fact that they dealt such a huge blow to the Authority. Mostly happy for Roman though.
He pulls Roman into a huge hug, ignoring his own pain and injuries-knowing Roman was doing the same. It wasn't complete though and they both knew it, it had to be in the back of both of their minds.
Seth.
Once they could see Seth again, as all equals on the table and not in hiding...then it'd be complete.
A completed Shield once more.
He could only smile at Roman, at his happiness at the title, and hope that that day was soon.
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A/N: So what did you all think of WrestleMania and Takeover: Dallas? I thought WrestleMania was much better than people gave it credit for. And Takeover: Dallas? A-FUCKING-MAZING.
I mean, come on; SHINSUKE NAKAMURA. That alone was like HOLY FUCKING SHIT in every way. Then him and Sami Zayn put on a legit five star match, a MotY contender match. PERFECT. That whole PPV was perfect.
I hope you enjoyed this!
Let me know what you thought!
-PhoenixJustice
