A/N: And another one.
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"And there Abigail goes with the Cooper's Strike," the ringside announcers called out. "I can't believe it. She's going to take her opponent out with one, two, three! And Abigail is the new Women's Champion!"
Dean let out a cheer from backstage when he saw his girl throw her hands up in victory. Her short black hair was disheveled but her eyes rimmed in black kohl liner were alive. He couldn't believe that she had done it; earned the Woman's Championship belt and title. And he couldn't believe that she was his girlfriend.
She had come into the WWE with a bang; her first match being a ladder match which was unusual for Divas but ever since Thea had come into the picture, lines were blurred. He loved his wild and crazy Diva, who would do the most dangerous moves she could, legally, without hurting herself.
Abby worked hard to earn that title, he thought, clapping his hands as he moved away from the television screen in the back. We should celebrate tonight…
He reached into his pocket for his phone and started researching restaurants in the area. Dean was so busy looking at his phone that he didn't pay attention to what was in front of him. He ended up walking into Bri Bella.
"Sorry, sorry," he said, steadying her by putting his hands on her elbows.
"Aw, Dean," Bri purred, pouting her lips. "I was actually looking for you. I was hoping that we could talk."
"I'm kind of a little busy, Bri," Dean muttered, trying to back away from her. "I have to make dinner plans and get to -."
"Oh? Dinner plans? With who?" Bri asked, batting her lashes. "Because I know you're not going to waste good money on that beast, Abigail."
Something in him snapped. "She's not a beast."
"Well, she's not exactly tame or safe, is she?" Bri trailed her nails down his chest. "You could do so much better than her, Dean, sweetie."
"What? Like you?" Dean asked, feeling his temper start to rise.
"Now that you mention it, yes." Bri threw her arms around his shoulders and invaded his personal bubble. "I could do so much for you."
"Bri, I –"
"The fuck?!" Abigail's voice rang out in the backstage area. "Dean?! Bri?! What the fuck is going on?"
Bri threw a pretty smile over her shoulder. "Dean was just telling me about dinner plans."
Dean looked towards his girlfriend and saw her eyes widen. She took a step back and then turned, hurrying farther backstage. "Abby!" he shouted, prying Bri's hands off. "Abby, wait, love!"
He ran after her but she was fast, especially when she was upset. Dean saw her burst through the exit door and run out into the night. He followed suit and saw her mounting her motorcycle.
"Abby!" he called out, jumping in front of her motorcycle and stopping her from going anywhere. "Abby, please stop for a moment."
"Fuck you," Abby snapped, revving the engine. "I don't know how long this little thing has been going on between you and Bri, but I don't care. I don't want to think about it. I want you, out of the way, now."
"Not until you give me a moment to explain, princess," Dean stated, putting his hands on the handlebars.
"Fuck your explanations. I don't want to hear them. I know what I saw."
"Oh? And what did you see then?"
Abigail's black rimmed eyes narrowed. "I saw enough. Enough to know that you aren't being faithful to me." A single tear slid down her cheek, streaking her makeup. "To think you'd do something like that after you've been cheated on by partner after partner."
Dean didn't want to dredge up the past. "We're not going there, Abby. We're talking about you and me."
"There is no 'you and me', Dean! It's just me by myself and you with that skank." She revved her engine again. "I don't want to be a part of it." She shook her head and looked away. "I won't be part of any love triangles."
Dean reached out and touched her cheek, but she jerked back. "Princess, look at me."
"No."
"Princess, please." Dean's eyes softened. "Who hurt you in the past that you won't trust that nothing is going on between me and Bri?"
The Diva sniffed and glanced at him. "Someone I'd rather forget. From way before you." She shook her head again. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Abby," Dean sighed, trying to caress her face again. "Do you really think after two and a half years of dating that I would throw everything away for someone like Bri Bella?" He let out a snort. "That broad is not my type and you know it."
"But you were making dinner plans with her?"
"I was making dinner plans for us, as in me and you, to celebrate your Championship title," Dean corrected patiently. "I'd never want to have dinner with a Bella twin." He offered her a half smile. "Think I want to go somewhere they eat fish eggs and snails?"
"No."
"Hell no! I'm a steak and potatoes boy. And I know you can put away a good steak too, princess. Not to mention tacos." He pretended to glance at his wrist like he had a watch on. "Taco Tuesday is a few days away, but I'm sure I could pack away some tacos right about now. Get you some margaritas and dance the night away."
Abigail shook her head and flicked his hand. "So what was with the touchy feely that she was doing with you?"
"Ow!" Dean shook the brief flare of pain out of his hand. "I have no idea. And you know what, I don't care. She's not going to get anywhere with me." He looked into her eyes. "All I want is to be with you."
Abigail held his gaze without blinking for several moments. She let out a laugh when he had to blink before her and slapped her thigh. "You can never beat me in a staring contest, Dean. I don't see why you try so hard."
"Because maybe one day I will and it entertains you when I fail."
Abigail smiled at him and put both hands on the handlebars to the motorcycle. "Want to go for a short ride before your match?"
"Hell yeah," Dean said, mounting the motorcycle behind her.
"Then hold on, buttercup." She took off out of the parking lot and sped out onto the road.
"I love you," Dean whispered in her ear as the world sped by.
"I love you too," Abigail said over the roar of the engine.
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A/N: Thanks for reading. -Scarlet