Chapter 18

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When it rained, it truly well and fucking poured. And Karlee was at the bottom of the fucking ocean. After her ordeal with Anthony, losing her belt and now the cheating scandal, she was literally waiting to get hit by a bus. Instead, the bus came in the form of Stephanie McMahon.

"You can't do tht to my talent. No matter how personal it gets!" Karlee scoffed.

"So you let them get away with putting shit like that on live television for the world to see? That isn't very PG!" Karlee was past caring if she got fired, she was getting her point across if it killed her.

"fair enough and they were punished for it?" Karlee slammed her hands on the table.

"How? How in hell were they punished? Oh, that's right, one got a fucking contract and one got my od damn belt. Maybe I should humiliate Diva's myself if it gets me so far." the sympathy and concern in Stephanie's eyes disappeared.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that! I am your boss and I will not be dictated to. We had to give Megan a contract to cover our and your ass after you tipped a trashcan over her head. She could have sued you if she wanted to but I didn't want that happening to you after everything that's happened. I was looking out for YOU!" Now it was Stephs turn to act like a boss.

"You know what? I don't care. Just give me an opponent for tonight and let me work my way back up to the top." Steph was shocked.

"You don't want another title shot?"

"No. I want to earn it."

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Now Dean was starting to panic. He hadn't spoken to Karlee since their run in after she battered Sofia and he was just itching to see her again It had been a whole week. She hadn't been home and had instead gone to stay with Kaitlyn for the weekend and had helped them prepare the nursery. She wasn't active on social networks and no-one had seen her. He was sat in catering, replaying the incident with Dolph and Daniel Bryan whilst Roman got ready for a match against Randy Orton.

"That girl of yours can kick some serious ass." Dean smiled as his chest welled with pride.

"Yeah, that is even if she is still mine..." Daniel slapped him on the back.

"It will take some time but if it's meant to be, no matter how long she takes to calm down, it will be." Dean smiled and placed his head in his hands, resting them on the table as Sheamus joined the group, along with his US Championship.

"Open challenge tonight lads. Dean, will you do the honours?" Deans head snapped up as he saw him standing, Paul just a few feet behind him with the title contract.

"You... want me?" He was near speechless. Something that never happened often.

"Only if your up to the challenge fella... Plus it may score a few points with Karlee." Dean ignored his last comment and got up to shake hands with him.

"Of course I am. Always up for a challenge." Paul handed him the papers and just as pen hit the paper, the red haired bombshell he was just thinking about, entered the room. Her heels didn't click on the floor like Sofia's did, instead they were like music to his ears. Her hips swayed in a way that enticed every man in the room to look at her. She had dyed her hair over the weekend too. No longer was it the fun, vibrant red, now it was a deep red. Much more serious. She was wearing a pair of heeled boots and dark acid wash jeans. Dean's mouth watered at the corset type top she wore as it fluttered out around her stomach. She didn't look anywhere else but stare straight at Dean. He genuinely thought she was going for round 3 but the smirk on her face said otherwise.

"Well Dean, looks like me and you are turning heel tonight. Better get your big boy pants on." She grabbed his water bottle and turned around, walking directly out of catering just as Dean finished signing his name.

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Karlee jumped a mile into the air as the locker room door was wrenched open and slammed shut. Dean stormed in, looking a little grumpy and it only made her grin. She heard the lock turn in the door too, only making her grin wider. He stalked towards her and threw his hoodie onto the sofa, pacing back and fourth while he ran his hands through his hair. She turned to face him, her foot propped up against the wall.

"You really can't go and fuck about with my job Karlee." She scoffed at him before sheading her leather jacket.

"Aw, too scared to turn into a baddie again..." Dean stepped forward, making sure he was at arms reach and not intimidating her.

"I've always been that person, just maybe not on screen." Karlee was shocked. He had admitted to screwing up and it gave her the confidence she needed.

"Yeah but Dean... Who are we going to see out there. Dean or Mox?" She cocked her head and smirked slightly, her tongue poking out from the corner of her mouth, enticing him. He stepped forwards, placing one hand on her hip and when she didn't flinch, he did the same with his other hand, leaning into her ear.

"Oh baby, I don't know what you think... But I've always been Mox." he expected Karlee to melt into his embrace there but instead she laughed. She fucking laughed!

"Oh please. The last time I saw Mox was on the tour bus when he first hooked up. You just became all squishy and soft after that." Dean softly pushed her back onto the wall, lifting her arms with force and pinning them above her head. All the air rushed out of her body in excitement as she took what she wanted.

"Ah, I see. You want the angry, nasty Mox and not nice, loving Dean Ambrose." Karlee pushed her head forwards.

"I fell in love with Jon Moxley. Dean Ambrose broke my heart. Now I just have to decide which one I want." And with that, she pushed herself off the wall and wrethced her hands away. And as she turned to leave the room, she blew him a kiss over her shoudler.

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After a much needed cold shower and some temper controlling activities, Dean threw on his attire and got ready to leave. He had no idea how he was paying things with Karlee as her last actions totally threw him off. Did she want a relationship or did she want a fling? It was starting to fuck with his head. As he remembered her words from earlier, he started to psych himself up for his heel turn. He had no idea how he was going to do it or what she had up her sleeve but he was more than willing to find out. Dean watched intently as Sheamus entered the ring and grabbed a microphone and started talking, the audience hanging onto every word her said. As soon as he mentioned an open challenge, Dean's music hit.

"Hey asshole! Move!" Karlee shouted from just beyond the curtain, Dean moved quickly to catch up with her and she let him lead his cocky walk to the ring. Karlee followed, her spirit mean and her attitude adamant. Sheamus looked pissed and as soon as they entered the ring, he stepped back. Karlee made a point of looking sweet and innocent as she stepped forward and snatched the microphone from his hand, moving to step back in line with Dean.

"Wow Sheamus, that's a lovely thing to do, giving people oppurtunities like that. But it's also a really stupid one. You see, we all know, me especially, that you can't just come out here and parade your title around because sooner or later someone will take it from you." The crowd booe'd, knowing what she was referring too.

"And I know, more than anyone else in this whole entire arena that the person to take that belt from yo WILL be Mr Dean Ambrose. And I bet you guys are wondering, 'How would I know that?'. Well ladies and gents, Dean is a lot like me. He can only take so much crap." There were mixed reactions as Karlee continued on, most of them suspecting that a heel turn was in progress.

"And that is exactly why we have decided that we are going to scrape to the very depths of the roster and destroy every one of the weak links of our individual rosters. It's time that someone stood up to the dictatorship that is management. Why should people like Sofia get a title just because she slept her way to the top? You need to earn the top spot so that is what we are going to do." She handed the microphone over, the crowd starting to boo her. It was like a sweet symphony, just what she needed.

"We will dominate and destroy our opponents until there is nothing left but the guys on top. Those guys with the titles and big paychecks. Once I have proved myself to you so called fans, I can have my pick of whatever title I want, because I will have deserved it." He concentrated on every word, talking slowly and Karlee felt a pool of warmth build up in her belly. She e so absent-mindedly placed her fingertips on his biceps and trailed them down towards his elbows and back up again.

The crowd were mixed. Some people were boo'ing and going along for the ride whereas other de-hard fans saw through the bullshit and knew he was right. He did deserve it. Sheamus laughed and slowly walked over to Karlee, who had taken the microphone back and was about to speak. Before she got a chance to, it was snapped away from her, something Dean didn't like

Dean never even let him finish. He sent a punch straight to his face and the ref called for the bell immediately as announce declared that this fight was indeed for the title. Karlee grabbed the belt from inside of the ring and held it over her shoulder. She knew the aim of this match was for them to execute a perfect heel turn so whether he bet Sheamus was really not a factor. Of course if he did win she would be overjoyed for him but he could never know. She didn't want to be angry at him but she was hurting and it was because of him, it was so bad. Karlee needed space but at the same time needed him. As Dean hammered away, Karlee kept yelling, trying to get him to hit harder and kick faster.
When Sheamus planted the brogue kick right into his face, Karlee genuinely thought it was all over but as soon as she saw the blood, she knew he had really booted him. She discarded the belt without a care in the world and jumped onto the top of the ring. Sheamus blocked her and she was about to shout when he grabbed her.
"He's fine. Keep screaming at me long enough for him to recover." Karlee struggled in his strong grip and admittedly started to panic a little. She had been forever getting jumped by big burly men in the ring.
"This is the best thing you could do for a heel turn so just start screeching." he was right, making it look as though she had distracted him would really turn the crowds on them both. She turned to face him and started yelling and throwing her hands about in the air. "I'm going to punch you, okay?" She managed to speak discreetly and he gave her a slight nod. She saw that the ref was slowly helping Dean up so she knew he couldn't get disqualified. As Sheamus continued to shout back she balled her first up and shifted her hips as she swung, landing it straight onto the cheek, just narrowly missing his nose. He staggered slightly, turning around and falling straight into the clutches of Dean, who with a kick to the stomach, had him in a headlock and bounced his skull of the mat with a snap DDT. 1... 2... 3! Karlee bounced into the ring with the belt and threw it at him before throwing herself into his arms and wrapping him up in a big hug. He didn't know how to respond so tightly held her back, trying not to get emotional. Karlee quickly regained her composure and fixed the belt on his shoulder holding his hand and bringing in high above her head. "And that's how it's done!" She spoke into the camera's. Dean chuckled and wrapped a hand around her waist as he led her from the ring. They both landed on the outside of the ring, smug looks on their faces as a seething Sheamus stood, yelling for a rematch. Karlee just placed her head on his shoulder and made fun of him, making sobbing noises. Dean watched her, in her element as she played the bad guy once again, and he was doing it all with her. Just as they both turned into the back of the arena and behind the curtain, she grabbed his hand and led the way. He was stunned to see them walk past their locker room and instead into the darker parts of the arena. Normally they would be a little busier but with it being the end of the show, everyone had gone home. Karlee stopped at the darkest door and clicked it open with her finger, kicking it slightly to get it to open fully. He stopped as she walked inside, turning on the light with her long black nails. He looked at her, eyes bewildered but stepped inside anyway. He followed her footsteps and without saying a word, kicked the door shut, leaving them in the small dingy cupboard on their own. She breathed heavily as she traced the outlines of his muscles down his arm, licking her lips as she imagined trailing her lips down them once again. It had been nearly six months they had gone without having sex and it really was driving her wild. And she knew Dean wanted it too.

"I want you Dean. Right here. Right now."

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Soooo... New US Champion. Hope you liked how I did things. So they are both heel and it looks like things may start heating up between them again. Or is Karlee moving too fast?

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