Thankyou to all the lovely people who reviewed the last chapter. You guys are awesome. I'd love to hear what all you silent readers think too.

This chapter is for all the people who like the flashbacks, a lot of flashback in this chapter. Everything in italics is a flashback.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on this, good or bad. Constructive criticism is welcome and I am well aware my characters are not perfect human beings. Don't be afraid to call them dicks ha.

The match described in this chapter is one of my favourites. In the Jon Moxley DVD I own he says he got knocked out at the beginning of the match and still can't remember the actual match. Crazy!

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'I'm so glad that you're here
I'm so glad you crawl this low
It's so sweet how you care
I'll bet you're ready for your show'

In this moment- You're gonna' listen

"You know I'm the Queen of the use them and abuse them club right?" Jamie said keeping up with Sammy's quick confident stride. "But even I think this is a bad idea."

Sammy barely glanced at her as she slipped into the cab. "It's a great idea, I'm angry and I want to fuck someone from CZW. You're the one that said I needed a rebound lay."

Jamie's blue eyes bulged. "Yeah, not one of your psycho ex's friends though!"

"It doesn't have to be with one of his friends, I just need his friends to see me, having fun, hooking up with a new guy."

"I'm not cool with this, I've got a bad feeling. I really don't want to go." Jamie said, assuming that if she didn't go Sammy would back out of her ludicrous plan.

"You've got to come, they're not going to recognise me straight off with my new hair," Sammy pleaded. In a moment of insane madness and upset, she'd cut her long tumbling sunshine locks to just above her shoulders and dyed her light hair black. "Please."

Jamie closed her eyes for a small second before nodding quietly. "Promise me something though?"

"What?"

"He's not there right?" Jamie asked seriously, not wanting Sammy to end up back with him, or end up caught in the middle of a brawl because she was hooking up with one of his friends. "You're not doing this to wind him up? You're not planning on hooking up with his friend's with him there?"

Sammy looked mortified. "No! He's not on the card tonight, he lost his CZW title last week so he'll probably have a couple months off here and focus on Dragon Gate or IPW or something."

Jamie studied her best friend for a moment trying to figure out if she was lying or not. AS Sammy stared directly back Jamie huffed loudly, flopping back into her seat, growing more and more satisfied that Sammy wasn't lying to her. "Fine, but once we get in there I'm finding a cute guy to hook up with," Sammy raised a brow at Jamie, thinking she was going to try her luck with Nick Gage again. "Eww, not that scabby toothed brute. Like a fan or something, anything but a stupid wrestler."

"How did you not notice his teeth before?" Sammy asked.

Jamie shook her head, feeling utterly ashamed in herself and her previous choices. "I have no idea," she turned in her seat her face brightening. "But hey, at least I didn't fuck him."

"There's a first," Sammy sniped.

Jamie pushed at Sammy's arm playfully. "Are you calling me a whore?"

"I'm calling you a modern day woman," Sammy replied with the exact words that Jamie liked to describe herself and her hump and dump attitude to men.

They smiled together as they paid their cab driver and made their way into the hall where the show was being held. Making their way to their seats, Sammy sat down whilst Jamie went to get them both a beer. Sammy's heart began to beat wildly within her chest and she looked around the room nervously; maybe she was out of her league, maybe she was being too ambitious in her fuck you to Dean Ambrose.

She felt so angry all she wanted to do was piss Dean off. To hurt him, to make him feel exactly how she felt.

Jamie appeared beside Sammy, a bottle of beer in each hand and two guy's trailing behind her. "Look who I picked up at that sorry excuse of a bar," Sammy peeked around Jamie's tall body to find two smiling guy's taking seat's next to Jamie. "This is Adam and this is Zack, and they want to go out after the show," she said with smiling eyes.

"Great," Sammy said sipping at her beer.

The show began and slowly Jamie stood and silently swapped seats with Zack; Sammy and Zack spoke through the matches, cheered and booed the roster as they passed by. Finally the main event started and it was Ego Fantastico VS Nick Gage, for the CZW World Heavyweight Championship, a championship Gage had one the previous week from Dean in a brutal triple threat match. Dean didn't even get pinned to lose.

Ego came out first parading around before entering the ring, quickly followed by Gage. As Nick passed and the crowd stood and cheered, Sammy grabbed Zack and planted her lips against his, desperately hoping Nick would see and recognise her.

By the time Sammy pulled away Nick was already in the ring.

Ego and Nick began talking angrily into one another's faces and Nick pointed the outside of the ring as if to tell Ego to give up before they even began.

Then his music hit.

Sammy felt her breath catch in her throat and her stomach flipped with nausea as she turned and saw Dean marching down to the ring, wearing a pair of dark shoes and trainers, looking like he'd lost weight with no sign of his usual wrestling gear. His hair was wet and covering his face and he wore his silver chain around his neck. What was he doing there? He wasn't on the card? He wasn't supposed to be there!

Dean climbed into the ring quickly and picked up the mic as Sammy felt she was going to vomit. Sammy could hear Jamie talking to her though she didn't register a word as she watched Dean begin to speak.

"Take a hike," Dean pointed at Ego before turning his gaze to Nick.

"We need to leave," Jamie yelled across to Sammy. "Now."

"Why would you leave?" Zack asked. "It's just getting started."

Sammy leaned across Zack to speak to Jamie. "Let's just give it a minute and we'll slip out," Jamie rolled her eyes as she shook her head annoyed.

"I didn't come to Philadelphia tonight to talk," Dean continued pointing at Gage. "You have something that belongs to me and I came to get it back." Dean stepped forward towards Nick and Ego pushed at his shoulder, turning Dean looked at Ego like he was a piece of trash before pushing him back. The crowd began to chant ' Three way' as the three men stared at one another.

"Ring the fucking bell," Nick yelled. "It's a three way dance!" Before he launched his fists into Ego's head. Dean began throwing punches onto Nick's back before he launched him through the ropes and he jumped down and they began brawling right in front of Sammy. As the crowd cheered Sammy and Jamie both tried their best to look impartial and didn't quite look at the men who were fighting in front of them.

Sammy and her group rushed back as they watched Nick throw Dean over the barrier into the chairs they had previously been sitting in. "Set up a fuckin' table," Nick screamed as they pushed themselves back.

Her heart was in her throat. Sammy was so close to Dean she could touch him. She could punch him, she could kiss him.

Nick jumped over the barrier and he and Dean began brawling again; Dean had Nick in a headlock and they grappled for power before Ego jumped off the top rope.

He came flying through the air landing on top of Dean and Nick. Dean flew to the floor his head smashing against the concrete as he did.

Sammy's hand came to her mouth as she watched Dean's head bounce from the ground and a small shriek of fear escaped her lips as the crowd cheered. Dean got up quicker than Nick though he seemed dazed and confused; he leaned on the barrier for support before Ego grabbed him and pulled him through the crowd and threw him crashing through chairs to the floor. Dean kept holding his head and jaw.

As Dean struggled to his feet Nick appeared with a steel chair attacking Dean with it. Dean fell to the floor once again as Ego went after Nick before he began to struggle to his feet; he staggered to the side, crumpling against the wall as he held his face in one hand. Dean moved forward and it seemed as if he was dragging his feet, as if he couldn't quite remember how to put one foot in front of the other. Dean threw Ego into a chair and ran at him with his knee before he staggered around, his arms outstretched trying to hold himself upright.

"Let's go Sammy," Jamie pulled at Sammy's hand and tried to yank her towards the door.

Sammy shook her head fervently. "I can't, something's wrong. He's not himself, something's happened."

"Are you kidding me?" Jamie snapped. "Did you know he was here? Do you want to get back with that cheating scumbag, is that it?"

"Seriously Jamie, watch, he's not acting like himself. He doesn't look like he knows what's going on."

As they turned back Dean dropped a ladder onto the back of Nick's head. Nick fell forward as Dean climbed on top of him, choking him. When he got up he staggered backwards almost falling on his ass holding his jaw again. Ego gripped Dean and pulled him through the crowd, pushing him over the barrier and before throwing him back into the ring. The two men began exchanging blows with Dean eventually head butting Ego, forcing the masked man to the mat. Dean's arms swung uncontrollably by his side as he tried to pull his masked opponent to his feet; once he got Ego up he threw him onto the ropes before throwing him out of the ring.

Dean staggered backwards as Nick re-entered the squared circle exchanging blows with Dean before power slamming him onto the mat. Nick went for the pin only for Dean to kick out.

As Dean tried to pull himself to his feet Ego appeared and took out Nick instantly turning his attention to Dean and they began throwing fists at one another. Ego threw Dean into the ropes and Dean hung on limply looking dazed; Ego rushed against the ropes bouncing off them and charging at Dean only for Dean to move and for Ego to go over the ropes and crashing through a table. Dean staggered backwards and held a thumb up happily.

Sammy could see that Dean was completely out of it and she could feel the tears spring to her eyes as she watched him stagger about dazed.

Ego finally crawled back limply into the ring and Dean snuck up behind him and rolled him for the pin, evilly holding Ego's tights. Ego barely managed to kick out. Dean grabbed Ego and head butted him twice before swinging him into the ropes only to painfully clothesline him. Ego did a flip in the air as the force of Dean's strong arm hit him. Falling on top of his opponent Dean covered Ego for the pin.

One.

Two.

Three.

As the bell rang with Dean's victory, Dean rolled out of the ring staggering backwards before falling to the floor. Somebody handed Dean his belt and he heaved his body up, clutching the precious belt to his body as he scrambled out the back, falling to the floor as he did.

"I have to get to him," Sammy said.

"What? Are you serious?" Jamie yelled, mortified.

"I'll call you," Sammy said, beginning to push her way through the crowd.

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Sammy smiled widely as The Shield won their match against The New Age Outlaws; she was so happy for them but couldn't help but feel anxious at Dean's imminent return to their locker room. She hadn't seen him since the previous night as Dean had to leave early in the morning in preparation for Wrestlemania and he hadn't woken her to say goodbye, proving to herself that he was still mad at her.

She was still infuriated with him for lying to her about Eva-Marie and for the humiliating way she'd had to find out about it, but she hated herself for the way Dean had had to find out about Sheamus.

Sheamus had been a mistake. An angry tear filled mistake. Sammy hadn't wanted Dean to ever find out about her moment of madness with the flaming head Irishman of the WWE. She'd wanted to block it out from her own memory and move on as if it had never happened. But it had, and Jamie had announced it for the whole restaurant to hear, including Dean, and now he was mad, and she was mad and it was a huge mess.

Jamie sat beside Sammy tweeting away happily and Sammy couldn't help but wonder why she was so happy. She was never happy. Jamie was the most annoyed pissed off woman Sammy had ever met, but she seemed to be bouncing around like an excitable child, and it was staring to irritate Sammy.

Lexie had got a flight home early, desperate to avoid Seth, and Sammy was regretting not joining her on the plane.

"What crawled up your ass and pulled a smile across your miserable face?" Sammy said running a hand through her sunny waves.

"I'm just happy," she smiled at her frowning best friend. "Is that a crime?"

Sammy narrowed her eyes in on Jamie. "Something's up. You're different."

"Nothing's different," Jamie said smiling whilst she shook her head, her pink hair bouncing around her face.

"Humph." Sammy said laying down on the bench anticipating Dean's return to the locker room.

She'd hoped when they'd taken their place in the locker room to watch the show that they'd be there, but there had been no sign of the Shield and she had wondered when he'd come to see her, and now that she knew he was finally coming butterflies danced in her stomach.

The door to the locker room opened and instantly Sammy sat up and watched as Seth, Roman and finally Dean walked in smelling of fresh sweat.

"That was a great match," Jamie said before Sammy could open her mouth.

Sammy narrowed her eyes in on Jamie wondering when the hell she cared if a match was good or not.

"Thanks," Seth said sitting down on a chair.

"Since when do you care about wrestling, princess?" Dean asked, throwing a towel around his neck as he asked the question Sammy had been thinking.

Jamie shrugged her shoulders as Roman excused himself and headed into the shower without looking anyone in the eye. Jamie followed him with her wide blue eyes until the bathroom door closed.

Dean sat down on a bench opposite Sammy and instantly began untying his boots, his icy cold eyes to the floor.

Sammy pursed her lips as Seth spoke to her. "You enjoy the match, Sam?"

"It was good. I think you deserved a little longer though," Sammy shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

"Don't we all," Seth said with a smile. "Where's Lex?"

"She caught an early flight home," Sammy turned back to watch the screen.

"Oh," she could hear the disappointment in his voice. "I'm going to find my parents. See you later."

Sammy focused her attention back on the screen, watching all the action unfold, desperate to ignore Dean. She'd wait until they were alone before she'd try to speak to him.

Eventually her brother Daniel's second match of the night began and Sammy found herself intently drawn into it, almost forgetting Dean was sitting mere metres behind her. She watched as Daniel battled Randy Orton and Batista, smiling widely as Daniel got Batista into the yes lock.

"Yes!" Sammy yelled standing quickly, her hand covering her mouth in shock as Batista tapped and Daniel was crowned the new WWE World Heavyweight Champion. She bounced on her feet squealing as she watched her brother celebrate in the ring, raising his two belts high in the air.

Confetti fell from the air as he continued raising his belts into the air. "Oh my God!" Sammy squeaked, tears springing to her eyes as she smiled widely. Sammy didn't know her brother would win at Wrestlemania but she knew how much he deserved it and how much he wanted it, how much he'd wanted it since he was a kid.

He started waving to someone in the crowd before continuing to celebrate until a little blonde haired girl entered the ring and began instantly hugging him, a blonde haired woman falling into his arms too.

Sammy's breath caught in her throat as the tears finally burst from her twinkling silvery eyes. A large hand landed on her shoulder and spun her around and she instantly fell into Dean's awaiting arms; he held her tightly as she began to gently cry into him, her eyes still attached on one of the screens.

"That's my sister Lizzie," a small sob escaped her lips. "And that must be my niece Lily-Grace. I've never met her." She turned and buried her face within Dean's big chest, the weight of the knowledge of her absent family crushing her. Her big sister and her little niece were out there celebrating whilst she was hidden away in a locker room like some dirty little secret. Daniel hadn't offered her front row tickets, hadn't told her that his lifelong dream was going to come true.

"It'll be okay," Dean mumbled into her blonde hair, kissing her lightly. "I love you."

Wiping her eyes on his Shield top, she stood on her tiptoes and looked up at him, her eyes bleary with tears and mascara. "I love you, too."

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Sammy rushed through the throng of people, pushing past the rowdy drunken crowd, almost tripping over the debris left behind from Dean's match. CZW staff scrambled to pick up broken chairs and tables that were smashed to pieces within the crowd, ladders lay abandoned and rubbish littered the floor from the trash cans that had been picked up and launched through the air. Her feet pounded the ground as she rushed out through the lobby, seriously regretting the five inch heel's Jamie had bullied her into wearing.

She was in a wrestling show not a nightclub. Sammy told herself to never listen to Jamie ever again.

Skidding by the front doors she kicked her heels off and scooped them up in one swoop before running out into the cold air, the ground was wet but she didn't feel it as she pushed herself around the back of the hall where she knew some of the roster would sitting whilst they had a beer and a smoke.

A group of men were sitting around the back entrance and they all stood abruptly blocking her way as she tried to dash past them through the door.

"Can you move please?" Sammy snapped.

"Who're you with darlin'?" Chip Day, a wrestler she'd met briefly once or twice said.

"I'm Dean's girlfriend Sammy," it came out so natural as she stared them down angrily. There was no way they'd let her through if she said ex-girlfriend.

Chip furrowed his brows. "I'm pretty sure Dean tossed his woman," he slapped one of the other men on the chest. "I'm pretty sure she was a blonde too. If you want in, darlin', all you've got to do is ask nicely."

Sammy was getting ready to throw her shoes at them and take her chances when the door opened and out wondered Scotty Votekz, a cigarette dangling from his lip. "Scotty," she was so relieved to see him. His eyes narrowed in on her. "It's me Sammy, will you let me in please?" He continued staring. "I dyed my hair."

Happy with her explanation he pushed the men aside. "Let her through, move."

"Where is he?" Sammy demanded to know as she burst through the door, though Scotty didn't need to reply as she could see Dean sitting on a stool, a bottle of water held within his hand as a Doctor checked him over.

Sammy charged forward almost crashing into the Doctor when she stopped. "Are you okay? You didn't seem yourself out there," Dean looked up from the floor and his icy cold eyes widened as he stared at her in complete shock. "Did you hit your head? It looked like you hit your head." She peeked around the back of his head inspecting his damp hair. "You're not bleeding, that's good, that's good," she said as Dean sat silently in awe, unsure if his mind was playing a cruel trick on him.

"Is he going to be okay?" Sammy asked before the Doctor had even finished checking Dean's vision. "He's going to okay, right?"

Although Dean's head throbbed like he'd been hit with an axe and his stomach churned, a rare genuine smile tugged at his lips after hearing Sammy's reaction. She might be angry with him, she might think that she didn't want to get back with him, but she still cared about him. Cared enough to be concerned for his welfare, which had to count for something, right?
The Doctor stood back and gave Dean another once over, his thin lips in a tight line and a concerned expression etching his wrinkled features.

"How are you feeling, Dean?" The Doctor asked for what seemed to be the millionth time.

"I'm fine, Doc, I've had worst," he drawled.

"Any dizziness? Nausea? How's your vision?" He probed.

Sammy looked down at Dean intently as he answered, her arms were folded across her chest and a crease had formed between her brows.

"Perfect," he lied. Sammy sent him a look that told him he better not be lying. Dean let out a sigh. He was fine, he was fucking ecstatic now that she was there. "Slight headache," he mumbled desperate to get his check-up done with.

"Your memory, Dean?" The Doctor asked.

Dean sat forward his arms falling between his legs. "I can't remember the match."

Sammy looked down at him horrified before her worried eyes snapped to the doctor. "I knew something was wrong, I could see the way you were out there."

"Listen, Doc, can we wrap this up? I kinda' got something I need to take care of."

"Can you remember your name?" The doctor asked.

Dean let out a low frustrated groan. "The fuck you think?!" He just wanted to get out of there and talk to Sammy. Realising the doctor wouldn't give up until he answered he continued. "My name's Dean Ambrose, I was born December Seventh, nineteen eighty-five and I was born in Cincinnati, Ohio." The Doctor continued to stare down at him wanting more. Dean groaned getting irritate. "Fine," he stood up and Sammy and the Doctor made a move forward as if to sit him back down as he pointed at Sammy. "Her name is Samantha Elyse Bryan, she was born on February sixteenth nineteen eighty-eight, and she's from Aberdeen, Washington. She's Daniel Bryan's sister, "the doctor held his hand out in a motion to stop Dean but Dean continued anyway, his voice progressively getting louder. "She was also my girlfriend until I made the stupidest decision any guy could fucking make about two months ago." He finally stopped, his chest heaving and his fists balled at his side.

The Doctor turned to Sammy. "All this true?"

Her eyes were silvery and watery and she looked even paler than normal with her newly dyed dark hair. She nodded softly, her arms still folded across her chest. "Yes."

The three of them stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity until the Doctor finally spoke. "Okay then, Dean. I think you have a very mild concussion, the memory loss from your match is because of the force you hit your head on the concrete, it might come back it might not." He said it with a shrug before pulling a leaflet from his medical bag. "Take Aspirin for the headache and if you start to have any of these symptoms," he waved the pamphlet in the air. "You need to go to the emergency room, and no wrestling for three weeks."

Dean smiled his winning smile as he plucked the medical pamphlet from the doctor's hand. "Like I said Doc, I've had worst."
The Doctor turned to face Sammy. "He'll need someone to stay with him for the next forty-eight hours, just to keep an eye on him."

As much as Dean would normally have been seething that the Doctor had said that to Sammy, as if he couldn't be trusted, he couldn't help but be secretly pleased as Sammy's lips parted stunned before she nodded unenthusiastically. "Yeah, of course."

The Doctor turned back to Dean. "Always a pleasure Dean," he said sarcastically.

Dean smirked. "You too, Doc."

Sammy and Dean watched as the Doctor made his way over to Nick Gage who'd been knocked unconscious during the match also, his injury as a result of a bleary eyed Dean dropping a ladder on his head.

Sammy opened her mouth to speak only for Dean to cut her off. "You changed your hair," he stated.

Instinctively she ran a hand through the tips of her newly cut and dyed hair. "Yeah."

"It looks good-" Dean began.

She raised her brows quickly before cutting him off. "I look like Edward Scissorhand's, Dean, or worst that guy from The Cure Callihan love's so much."

"Nah, you don't look like Robert Smith," Dean said, his Ohio accent thick.

"Good-"

"You wear far more make-up than Robert Smith," Dean continued with a grin. Sammy's mouth dropped open and she narrowed her eyes in on him. "What? I'm kidding." He smiled.

Sammy folded her arms across her chest and began searching the hallway looking to see where the closest exit was.

"C'mon Sammy, I was only kidding," He took a step forward and gently put his calloused hand on her arm which she quickly shrugged off. His smile fell as his arm did and he watched her continue scanning the filled hallway. "I was trying to break the ice," he groused.

"How's your head?" She asked, not looking him in the eye.

"It's okay."

"Shame," she said smoothly.

Dean almost laughed at her blatant refusal to meet his gaze, as if she knew once she did she'd be drawn back in. "Let's go get something to eat," he said as casually if she'd never walked in on him with another woman.

Sammy scoffed. "No." Her tone suggested he was out of his mind for even thinking that she would for even a moment.
"We might as well eat something. You've got to keep an eye on me for forty-eight hours, remember?" He couldn't keep the smile out of his voice.

"I was going to pass you off to Scotty," she replied quickly as Scotty Vortekz walked past. "Or Trina." She shrugged her shoulders as if the name meant nothing to her.

Dean let out a sigh. "Just come with me so we can talk," he paused. "Please." Sammy completely ignored him. "What we can't even be friends now?"

She scrunched her face up in disgust. "You expect me to be your friend after what you did? You expect me to let you back into my life so you can try and worm your way back into my pants?"

Dean looked from side to side in the crowded back area of the hall that night's show was being held at. The area was bustling with staff and talent rushing around, ring rats leaned against walls seductively their lips pouting, and though they all seemed busy they all kept sneaking glances over at Sammy and Dean.

Dean bent his knees so that he was Sammy's height and went to place his hand on the side of her face to make her look at him but she quickly slapped his hand away, her lip almost curling. "Sammy, please just listen," he gruffly whispered. "You're a special girl, a really fuckin' special girl and I know I fucked up. Just please come get something to eat where I can explain myself and," he looked from side to side to the hallway once again. "Apologize to you." She remained silent. "Fine, come for a cup of coffee, just hear me out and then I'll go. I'll call one of my boys to stay with me and you won't ever hear from me again, if that's what you want. I promise."

Sammy shook her head gently as if know she would regret her decision. "Fine," she spat through gritted teeth. "One coffee."

Dean smiled brightly. "Let me just go and get changed and I'll be right out," he said turning about to head into the Male locker room before turning back to her. "Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled. "Careful you don't trip and break your neck in there," she smiled bitterly.

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