More trouble is in store... So here we go. I don't own anything but my character Brit Ryan! Enjoy ;)
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"I forgot what a night out in LA was all about," Nattie said with a huge grin on her face as the girls entered a club in downtown Hollywood. It was eleven thirty, the peak hour of the nightlife scene, as Dolph and Sandow sent texts to whoever was in town early for the PPV. Paige accepted, wanting to show her sister a wild night out in America, calling it the preview of her awaited bachelorette party.
"I can't believe I came out with you guys... I'm a mom now, I can't be doing shit like this," Brit mumbled.
"You out of all people need a night out like this actually," Naomi laughed.
"I miss my boy," Brit whined, linking arms in Naomi and Nattie at her sides. "Jacob isn't going to appreciate a sloppy mom... I mean, we're going to one of the places that serves up the best tequila shot ever."
"How is it the best?" Nattie laughed.
"You'll see," Brit smiled.
"It's some expensive stuff but it'll knock you on your ass in a heart beat," Paige said, passing through the doors first. The rest followed, the heavy bass of the overhead music pounding within their chests. It had been ages since Brit went out to a club and the guilt she felt was overwhelming. Maybe she should have stayed home with her son given the fact that she's a working, travelling mother whose down time is somewhat limited. But maybe this is exactly what she needed, like Naomi had said before. Especially since Seth was living it up with Eva in Florida.
"Have you talked to Seth?" Paige asked, pulling Brit to the side as the girls filled a booth quickly.
Brit was quick to shake her head. "Nope."
"What do you mean no? If that was my man, he wouldn't hear the end of it Britney."
"It's not like I could get on his ass about it given our track record..."
Paige sighed, her head tilt to the side. "He's obviously forgiven you for a reason... You need to have some common ground when shit like this comes up- especially Big Red."
Brit huffed. "Whatever, I'm fine. I need a drink."
Paige watched as Brit headed through the dancing, grinding bodies scattered throughout the dance floor over to the bar, ordering her first shot of the evening.
"Is she getting her drink on already?" Naomi asked as Paige slipped into the booth beside her sister.
"I would if I saw this," Nattie said, showing the infamous photo of Seth and Eva around the table. "All red everything has her claws out."
"I do too... Look at those gorgeous men over there," Cara said, motioning towards the table across from theirs. Damien winked their way, holding his beer bottle in the air while Dean and Dolph eyed him with smirks tugging at their lips. They averted their attention to the girls sitting across from them, thrilled to see some familiar faces.
Damien looked around the table the guys were sitting at, winking at Paige. "Ladies... Come join us," he yelled over the music. "We don't bite."
As Brit bypassed the crowded dance floor back to the girls booth she heard a whistle, prompting her to turn her head in that direction. "Over here gorgeous," Damien shouted, raising his beer in the air.
Paige waved her over, smiling as she approached. "Wow, they let you loose tonight?" Brit asked Damien.
He grinned. "Watch out baby."
Brit shook her head, her eyes meeting Dean's as she rested her cheek against her hand. "Have you met the wonderful and single Cara?" She giggled.
Damien grinned. "Oh I have... But I still don't think she's Paige's sister."
"Thank God I'm not the only one," Dolph laughed.
"Why are you guys here so early?" Naomi asked.
"Could ask you the same thing... No ball and chain. Is it a ladies weekend or something?" Damien asked.
"Wedding dress shopping for these girls, actually," Paige answered. "Such fun."
"So the big day is coming up... That means you're gonna need someone to plan the best part of it- the bachelor party," Damien chuckled, a devilish grin on his face.
"If this one will let Roman out for one last night," Cara chimed in.
Damien scoffed. "Devil woman... The guy needs one night out to enjoy what's left of the single life!"
Paige burst out into laughter. "I might never see him again if I let him out with you, Damien," she teased.
"Hey, I know all about being single and giving these guys their last hoorah," Damien laughed. Dolph nodded, knowing that was the truest statement he'd ever heard.
"You two are in good hands if that day ever comes," Nattie said, pointing to both Dean and Dolph.
"If," Dolph emphasized. "A big Goddamn if, at that."
"Lone wolf," Dean muttered.
"So you got a girlfriend, Dean?" Cara asked. Brit felt her ears burn at the sound of her question, her stomach turning in anticipation to his answer.
Dean chuckled, a cheeky grin on his lips. "Paige... She trying to snatch me up?"
Paige snorted, unable to utter a response.
"Sorry baby, I'm not looking," Dean said, chugging his beer.
Brit stared at him as he placed his bottle down, his eyes meeting hers as he spoke again. "Not ready for that kind of commitment again... Too much shit comes with it."
"Wow... That's the deepest kind of shit I've ever heard you say," Dolph laughed. Everyone joined in while Paige and Brit exchanged a glance between themselves.
"Way to shit on the mood, Ambrose," Damien teased. "There's only one thing to help revive this mood... Shots!"
"And that's Sandow for ya... The master of the shots," Dolph laughed.
The liquor was in full swing as Damien arrived with a familiar platter of shots. The girls willingly downed them while Dean and Dolph stuck to the beer.
"Common Britney, just one," Damien urged, watching as the girls dragged Dolph to the dance floor.
"No fucking way," she laughed, pointing to Cara dancing in the middle of the dance floor. "Never mind me... Go and make the moves on her. She's eyeing you, Sandow."
Damien obliged, dancing his way over to the blonde smiling his way. Brit smiled as the two danced alongside their friends, but her smile slowly fell when she realized she was sitting alone with Dean. "You look nice," he mumbled, rolling his eyes at his own compliment.
Brit let out an uncomfortable giggle. "You're still charming, I'll give you that."
"A lot's changed though," he shrugged.
"Like what?"
Dean smirked. "Like kicking the habit."
Brit's eyes widened. "Really?" she asked, unsure if she really believed him. "The last time you did and it only lasted what? Four days."
"Gimme some credit... It's been close to a week now," he said.
"Wow... I didn't think you had it in you."
Dean shook his head, eyeing the girls dancing behind Brit. "Why aren't you up there, shaking your ass like the rest of them?" he asked.
She made a face as she tapped her fingers against the table. "That's hilarious," she laughed. "I'm not even liquored up enough for that actually."
"I missed seeing you," Dean began. Brit's breath caught in her throat and she felt as if she'd choke at that statement. His eyes scoped her out, admiring her beautiful features he missed so much. He found himself licking his lips as she stared back, unsure of what to say before he quickly filled in. "Drunk, that is... That was always some funny shit," he mumbled.
"Well... Good to know my drunken antics amused you," she said, her eyes boring a hole right through him, like old times. "You're welcome by the way."
X
Brit's eyes lit up as she lifted the aqua coloured t-shirt in her hands, a huge grin spread across her face. As soon as she walked into the arena, Steph pulled her aside for a big reveal- new official merchandise. Placing the t-shirt back onto the table, her fingers brushed across the large, half eaten jawbreaker image paying homage to her deadly finisher. As she turned the shirt around, her name 'Brit Ryan' written in sleek white letters stared back at her. She was now merchandise official, something all Diva's aspired to be.
"This is so awesome. I love it," Brit said, clutching the shirt against her chest. "It's so surreal."
"I knew you'd like it," Steph smiled back, "Now go out there and advertise it."
Brit was competing in a Fatal Four Way match against Diva's Champion Paige, Nattie and Naomi for the gold- but her chance at relinquishing the gold would be taken from her finger tips as Seth would interfere. The deal was for Dean to come out and engage in a giant brawl, spanning across the arena and adding another chapter to their epic feud.
As Brit walked through the halls of the busy backstage, she didn't fail to notice Seth seated atop a table while talking to Eva Marie. He was supposed to be in catering with Roman and Paige like he told her when they first arrived at the arena but big red was obviously more important. She rolled her eyes as Eva placed her hands on her hips, swaying back and forth as if she were hypnotizing him.
"I was just helping her train at the performance centre," Seth had finally told Brit when he came home before they both headed to the arena for the PPV.
But it sure as hell looked like something more than just training.
Brit shook her head as she walked past the two, heading straight for Dean as he walked in her direction. She didn't think anything of it as she smiled, motioning for him to approach. She figured if Seth could openly flirt and keep plans involving another girl secretive than she could at least talk to Dean- even if Seth was a few feet away.
"So what's going on tonight?" She asked, more of a lie as she already had the plan memorized front to back.
"I get to beat the shit out of your boyfriend," he shrugged, deep down enjoying that statement. "I kind of blanked out after I heard that."
"I couldn't imagine why not," she mumbled back, running her hand through her pin straight hair.
"Nice shirt," he complimented. "Makes me think of that movie-"
"Jawbreaker..."
He chuckled. "Yeah, how could I forget that one? Along with the rest of the shitty high school girly flicks you made me sit through."
Brit scoffed, hitting his arm playfully. "I like my taste in movies... Even if they were shitty," she laughed.
"Yeah I guess it wasn't so bad cause you know... We didn't exactly sit through the whole movie back then," he said clear as day.
Brit hid her face as she tried to compose herself, her cheeks burning a crimson red. How could he still do this to her? How could she let him do this? "Oh God... What are we, teenagers?"
"We had the libido like them anyways," he mumbled as his eyes darted to the sight of Seth and Eva. "So Big Red huh? You talking to me cause of her?"
Brit rolled her eyes. "No... That isn't my thing."
"Diva's match got pushed up... You're up Brit! And Dean, Seth, we need you guys close by," the two heard someone frantically call out. Taking a deep breath, Brit couldn't help her stomach tangle in knots. Just the thought of seeing Dean and Seth brawl brought back painful, awful memories she wasn't quite ready to relive.
Seth felt an uneasy jealous twinge surge through his veins as he finally realized Brit was talking to Dean, right in front of him. But he kept his composure although he wanted nothing more than to put Ambrose in his place.
"Good luck out there," Dean mumbled, leaning against the wall by gorilla. Brit nodded, awaiting her new entrance music to blast throughout the arena. "I'll be the one stomping my foot in your boyfriend's ass."
She rolled her eyes, stealing one last glance at him as her music played. As she paraded through the curtain and onto the ramp, she smirked at the roar and excitement of the crowd welcoming her to the ring. There stood Nattie and Naomi stalking back and forth as they awaited their opponents, giving Brit a small smile as she slipped past the ropes and atop the turn buckle, gazing the rambunctious crowd.
'From Norwich, England, the Diva's Champion, Paige!' Lillian announced as Paige was out next, snarling at the girls standing in the ring waiting for her to finally get her ass in the ring. All four girls stood in either corner awaiting the sound of the bell to start the match.
Paige and Brit spent most of the match inside the ring as the two successfully kept both Naomi and Nattie from stepping inside the ring. Brit had the upper hand, countering just about every attack Paige attempted. She found her opening, urging Paige to stand to her feet so she could clock her with a super kick. But Seth came out as planned, running down the ramp and to the side of the ring where Paige lay, urging her to stand so she could defeat Brit.
"Get up!" he yelled. But Brit shook her head and grabbed Paige for Brits and Pieces instead. So Seth slid into the ring resulting in the ref having no choice but to ring the bell as he grabbed for Brit, pulling her away from Paige. He backed her in the corner, a sick grin on his face as Lillian announced Paige as the winner of the match due to interference. She freed her arm and slapped Seth across the face. Her stomach turned in knots as their eyes met, both feeling so uneasy about every single aspect of this angle... And it wasn't even the beginning. Brit had never laid her hands on him like this, but reality didn't matter when it came to TV.
Seth backed her into the corner again but this time Dean came running down the ramp like a speeding bullet, sliding into the ring and violently pulling Seth away from Brit.
All hell broke loose as the two exchanged blows back and forth until Dean booted Seth out the ring and to the floor. He was supposed to jump from the top turn buckle and onto Seth but Dean steered from the script and his attention turned to Brit. The crowd went nuts as he placed his hand on her cheek, his other gripping her hip.
Seth watched the sight in from of him, his blood boiling over. He snarled as he pulled Dean out of the ring by his leg, beating the hell out of each other while the crowd went nuts. Brit on the other hand stood in the corner of the ring in horror as she witnessed this déjà vu.
It was way too familiar, TV or not, and her body trembled as all she could do was look on as security and officials ran out, trying to break up the fight. Even Hunter made an appearance, yelling for them to eject Ambrose and barring him from the arena so he wouldn't have his one on one official match against Seth.
The audience was completely distracted as Ambrose was carried out that they sure as hell didn't notice the awkward stare between Seth and Brit, his eyes hard and his expression stern as he mentally questioned Dean putting his hands on Brit.
X
"What the hell was that out there?" Seth asked, pacing back and forth in their private dressing room. He was about to burn a hole through the floor, letting his anger get the best of him.
"It wasn't anything... We were in front of the crowd, the camera, that was it," Brit mumbled, leaning against the door.
"I'm supposed to believe that?" Seth asked, throwing his towel to the ground.
"Seth, it's just work..."
"Stop with these excuses!" Seth exclaimed, his voice painfully loud. "That's all you've been doing since you came back. You just make excuses for him!"
"I haven't been doing anything but my job," Brit spat. "Where is all of this coming from anyways? Shouldn't I be the delusional one and question your every move with Big fucking Red?"
Seth chuckled menacingly. "Did you forget you cheated on me?" he asked, unaware that he was being a hypocrite.
"So that means I'm going to do it again?" She asked, unable to control her voice.
"Nothing stopped you before," Seth spat. "With you and Ambrose together, it's just a matter of time it happens again."
"Nice," Brit muttered, grabbing for her jacket and duffle. She left the room in silence, not even a flinch as she heard a ruckus- probably Seth throwing a chair against the wall.
She wanted nothing more than to scream her frustrations but figured work wasn't the best place to express anything personal. With her emotions suppressed she managed to flee far down the hall, wondering how she was going to get back to the hotel since Paige and Roman left to catch a flight back to Florida. Going back to Seth's dressing room was not an option and there she stood in the middle of the hall, pondering what the hell to do.
"You okay?" she heard from behind her. Dean appeared from the trainer's room, wearing nothing but his pair of jeans and boots. She sighed, slinging her duffle further on her shoulder. "No," she simply answered. "I need a ride to the hotel."
"Where's Seth?" he asked, trying to hide the grin tugging at his lips.
"I really don't care where he is," she spat.
"So you asking me for a ride?"
She shrugged, not really having a second option. "I guess so..."
Dean chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. "It's the big black SUV in the back... Wait for me outside," he answered. Brit nodded, fleeing past him as her heart fluttered in her chest.
If Seth would have known she was catching a ride back to the hotel with Dean, he would have lost his shit. But at this point, Brit was fuming and she didn't care. This fight, if you could call it that would pass as time went on just like the last one a few weeks ago.
Dean eyed her as she walked past him and to the back exit, leaving him to retrieve his luggage from the locker room. As he made his way down the hall, his ears burned at the sound of laughter coming from around the corner.
"Oh my God, Eva," she heard the faint sound of Rosa's voice laugh.
He slowed his pace, quietly leaning against the wall as he felt the need to eavesdrop.
"What, he's hot... And he's really intense in the ring," Eva said.
"So what? Seth's your new personal trainer now?"
"Maybe a little more than that," Eva giggled. "He just texted me, saying he wanted to meet up tonight."
Dean gritted his teeth, balling his fists at his sides at what he heard. A part of him wanted to knock Rollins on his ass again, but he couldn't help but smirk since he was the one driving Brit back to the hotel without Seth's knowledge- like going behind his back yet again.