Retaliation

Chapter 29

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not accurately depict the real people behind the characters.


A/N: My loves, I am sorry for the delay. To make a long story short (I kept the story fairly long when I updated Falling Down, so if you want the full story, it's there), I've been out of commission. I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes and was having eye problems and was getting acclimated to the changes I've had to incorporate into my life. Anyways, here's the next chapter. Seeing as my eyes are finally working again, it should be easier for me to update :) Love you guys XoXoXo


Surprisingly, after their discussion the night before, both Dean and Jordyn were feeling a bit more normal the next day. Though the tension was still there, they managed to work through it. They decided to go to the gym and work out together.

"I'm just saying, you may think that this is the little Jordyn that was mediocre at best in the ring, but that's not me anymore. I've gotten a fuck ton better," Jordyn warned her former boyfriend, as the pair headed towards the entrance of the local gym.

"Oh yeah? Now you're a bad ass?" he questioned, grabbing the door and holding it open for her.

"Thanks," she said with a smile, as she walked through while Dean followed behind. "And yes, I am a bad ass, now, thank you very much."

"I bet," he replied, a smirk on his face. The pair followed the signs that pointed to the locker rooms. "I'll meet you here, bad ass," he teased her.

"Good. I'll make a believer out of you."

"Uh huh," Dan patronized her, as the two headed into their respective locker rooms.

Jordyn changed into a pair of gray Adidas by Stella McCartney cotton-blend jersey shorts, paired with a while Adidas by Stella McCartney microfiber sports bra. She wore her pink and black Nike Lunar Glide 6 sneakers. She had no makeup on and had her hair up in a high ponytail.

She walked out of the locker room and met Dean right outside. His eyes widened upon seeing her. "You ready to rumble, Ambrose?" she asked with an exaggerated smile and a chuckle.

"Uh…yeah. Let's go." Truth be told, he was going to actively focus on not getting turned on, considering they would be in incredibly close contact, and she as wearing just enough to remind him what she looked like without anything on.

As the two headed towards the available ring, they kept intentionally bumping into each other and trying to trip each other. Neither was quite sure if they were just being friendly or if they were trying to flirt with each other.

"You think you can take me?" he asked her with a smirk.

"Oh I know I can," she smartly replied, returning the smirk.

They approached the ring. Dean rolled in, while Jordyn opted to climb in using the steel steps. He held the bottom ropes open for her to climb in, which she did.

"So, what do you want to start with?" she questioned.

"I dunno, amateur. What do you wanna do?" he asked in reply.

"Well, for starters, I want to kick your ass," she challenged.

"You just wanna have a little match right here, right now, pretty lady?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. I can show you that I'm no wimp," she told him.

Dean shrugged. "Fine. Let's do it."

The evil glint in Jordyn's eye made his heart skip a beat. He didn't want to admit it, but he had missed the hell out of her.

The pair stood in the middle of the ring. She raised an eyebrow, and they quickly locked up. Dean quickly gained the upper hand and put her in a headlock. With both hands, she grasped his arm and hurled her body towards his, landing a kick to his groin. He immediately let go and fell to the mat.

"That's not allowed," he squeaked.

She laughed. "Oh really? Dean Ambrose follows the rules? Since when?"

He gave her a look and stood back up. Jordyn Irish-whipped him across the ring. He bounced off the ropes, and she drop kicked him, knocking him down to the mat.

Now, Dean prided himself on being a bad ass in the ring, but he was definitely downplaying his skill to give Jordyn the upper hand. She quickly jumped on top of him and put him in a headlock, while they were down on the mat.

"You don't have to let me beat you, you know?" she spoke, tightening her grip on him.

"Of course I do. You're a sore loser," he shot back, though he had to admit, her headlock was impressively strong, as he gasped his words.

"I am not! Don't piss me off, Ambrose!"

He grabbed her arm with a little bit of force, pulled her off of him. He quickly tried to get his lungs to fill with the air she had deprived him of. Jordyn gave him a look. She headed to the turnbuckle and climbed to the top rope.

Dean stood up, as she launched herself into the air, landing with her legs around his neck and nailing the hurricanrana, tossing him to the other side of the ring. Jordyn quickly stood up, bringing her hands onto her hips. He got up.

"I forgot how talented you can be when your legs are around my neck," he teased her with a straight face.

She stepped up to him, leaving only a couple of inches in between their bodies. "Trust me, Deano, every part of my body is skilled."

He raised his eyebrows, not expecting her to come back with such a blatantly sexual remark. "I believe it."

Distracted, Jordyn smiled at him. "From what I recall, you've got your own talents," she spoke, her eyes locking on his.

"You better watch yourself, Jor. I won't hesitate to bring you back to that hotel room and remind you of what I can do."

"You don't have the balls to," she shot, folding her arms over her chest.

"Trust me, sweetheart. I have balls."

She raised her eyebrows. "Oh yeah?"

He nodded slowly. "Oh yeah." Dean brought a hand onto her hip.

"Well, if it isn't the two lovebirds," Seth's familiar voice interrupted.

Both Dean and Jordyn turned to face him. "Look at that. They allow pets in here," he breathed.

"I'm sorry. Would you like to repeat that to my face?" Seth challenged.

"Absolutely." Dean hopped out of the ring and stepped up to Seth. "What I said was 'Look at that, they allow pets in here'," he repeated.

"What are you? A comedian?"

"I wasn't joking," Dean quipped.

"Jordyn, you know, you can come back to me. We can work things out. I wouldn't want you to have to stoop so low."

"Trust me, Seth, you ruined your chances with me," Jordyn told him.

"I'm not so sure about that."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh fuck off, dickbag."

He laughed. "You two enjoy yourselves. Jor, you're more than welcome to come visit me in the locker room. I have an…itch you can…scratch," he spoke, winking at her.

"You better knock this shit off right the fuck now," Dean spoke through gritted teeth.

Seth laughed and began patting Dean on the arm. "Ah…you're funny. I'll see you two later," he spoke and walked away.

Dean remained still for a couple of moments. Jordyn climbed out of the ring and stood next to him. She gently placed a hand on his back.

"Dean?" she spoke. She received no response. Jordyn took a step in front of him. "Dean." He still remained silent, staring in the direction that Seth had walked in. She reached up onto his face with her hands, forcing him to look at her. "Dean, talk to me," she spoke.

"Did you fuck him?" he questioned accusingly.

"No!" she quickly denied. "Besides the fact that it's absolutely none of your business, I did not fuck him." She paused. "Would it matter if I did?"

"Of course it would!"

"Why?"

"Because you're mine, not his."

Jordyn rolled her eyes. "I'm not yours, and I'm not his. I'm mine, thank you very much."

He gave her a look. "You know exactly what I mean."

"Oh? I do? Because all I heard is you attempt to claim some kind of ownership over me, when we both know that you gave up any claims you had on me a long time ago."

"Do you really wanna get into this now?" he questioned her.

"You brought it up, so let's," she replied with a sarcastic smile.

"Jordyn, listen, you—"

"Get in the fucking ring right now," she ordered him, climbing in herself.

Dean remained still for a few moments, before ultimately deciding to follow her. He climbed in and was immediately punched in the face by the enraged woman that had been waiting for him. Caught off guard, Dean stumbled back. She backed him against the turnbuckle, landing multiple punches. She climbed onto the bottom rope, balancing herself as she grabbed a handful of his hair.

"What the fuck, Jordyn?!" he demanded.

"This is what you get for being an asshole," she growled.

Dean picked her up and turned them around, cornering her against the turnbuckle. That didn't throw her off for even a moment. She tossed an elbow into his face. He stumbled back.

"You wanna fuck around with people's lives and hearts? This is what you fucking get, you stupid son of a bitch," Jordyn spat, climbing onto the top rope. She leapt off, landing on top of him. She quickly tangled him up in a Figure Four, putting as much pressure on his leg as possible.

"Jor, what the fuck are you doing? That hurts," he shot at her, surprised that her being as small as she was could inflict that much pain on someone his size.

"Oh…you wanna talk about pain?" she questioned. He was sitting up, as was she. Jordyn reached over and punched at him. He moved back, just in time, dodging her fist.

"Jordyn! Cut it out!" he demanded.

She let his go of his legs and pounced on top of him, using her knee to knock into his crotch. "Fuck," he groaned. She got up, pulling him up with her, knocking him out with Dirty Deeds.

Jordyn stood up and looked down at Dean, clearly pleased with her handiwork. "Maybe you can learn to finally stop screwing with my head. You're acting like I'm just the trophy that the winner of your little rivalry with Seth gets. So, quit the bullshit, Dean," she told him, before exiting the ring.