Chapter 24

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Karlee was positively bouncing for the RAW show. Her and Dean had been given a blank script, with both of them having matches. Dean was going over Fandango in a clean match that was to be interrupted by someone, therefore setting up Karlee's match later in the night. They were getting to do a joint promo, and she had it all planned. For her promo and match with Dean, she was wearing a black bandage dress with a keyhole that made sure to show off her cleavage with her black platforms. Karlee didn't do dresses but Steph had asked her nicely and she had played along. As she tried to compile a promo, Dean wasn't talking to her. Instead he stood in the corner with his head in his hands, his feet drumming away on the concrete.

"I'm going to get ready, I'll come get you when it's time to go." Dean didn't even respond so she grabbed her bag with the dress and shoes and slammed the door behind her. Karlee needed to talk to someone but Alice was busy getting ready under the watchful gaze Roman, who was 'just a friend' according to the petite diva. Karlee instead set off to the two separate rooms that were given to the Divas. Sofia and her little brigade were given a dressing room to avoid fights and Karlee had been shoved in with Dean. She knocked on the door and was glad to be greeted by Nikki Bella.

"God woman, I haven't seen you in months!" Nikki ushered her in and gave her one of the swivel chairs. Brie sat in the corner and offered her a warm smile. Nikki and Brie were the most friendly diva's that the WWE had and they were always there.

"Can you two do my hair and make up for me, I cant be fucked with that crap today!" Nikki jumped into gear, grabbing her curlers and throwing her make up bag at her sister.

"Soo... Spill the beans. What's hot with you and Ambrose." Karlee sighed as Nikki started brushing through her favourite Diva's red hair.

"Well, It ain't so hot. We decided to take a break after the Megan drama but I was kinda leading him on a little. Well it sure-fire came back and bit me on the ass the other night."

"You slept with him?" Brie jumped up and stood in front of Karlee who had a slight grin on her face. She suddenly looked deflated as the thought of the repercussions came crashing down on her again.

"I know, and I didn't regret it at all. It's just, He wanted a break for me to find myself again. But all I want is him."

"Do you still love him?" That made her silent. She went to talk but shut her mouth. He judgement was still clouded by everything that had happened between them and how he had been just recently.

"I changed when I met him. I morphed into this comfortable state of someone else. I lost the heated passion and that's what I miss but ever since we slept together, the heat has made a comeback. I like it being like that just now." Nikki and Brie nodded understandingly. Nikki and Brie had very open relationships as they were plastered all over TV on a weekly basis and everyone knew Nikki had a very passionate relationship with John whilst Brie was more laid back.

"So, why not just have a 'friends with benefits' thing for a while. You obviously still need to be around each other to function properly. Feed your relationship what it needs and you'll get there."

"Yeah, Nikki's actually right. The sex keeps the spark that you both want without having to talk about the hard stuff all the time. You guys are meant to be and you will figure it out in the end. Just live in the moment." Karlee smiled gratefully at both the twins.

"I think you guys are right. Thank you." Nikki finished curling her hair and unplugged the tongs, hopping onto the counter so her other sister could do Karlee's make-up

"Anyone heard from Sofia and Megan?" The pair had been unconvincingly quiet since Alice's attack the week before. Karlee had vowed to dig up the useless talent in the Diva's division and it was only a matter of time before she got to that wicked bitch.

"A lot of the diva's are acting real shifty recently. Ever since AJ and Kaitlyn left, there's been a race to fill their match spots." Karlee understood the need to be featured yet she didn't have that problem at the moment because she was working alongside Dean.

"You have a good thing going though, don't you? I mean, I've wanted to see a twin feud ever since you guys started." Karlee was referring to the fact they were turning against each at Summerslam. Nikki and Brie yapped on about their upcoming feud whilst she painted Karlee's face to make her look sexy.

"Girl, you are absolutely smoking!" Nikki hugged Karlee when she strutted out from the cubicle clad in her skin-tight dress and heels. She did a twirl and let Brie take a picture so she could stick it on instagram.

"Girls, you have been amazing tonight. We should hang out more." Karlee gave each of them a kiss on the cheek and said her goodbyes.

"Go get that man of yours to beg for you at your feet!" Nikki called afterwards she left the room. Karlee grinned as she went to find just that.

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Karlee knocked on the door slowly, three times. She knew what she wanted and what she was going to say. All she had to do was get Dean to agree. It took a few moments but after some shuffling, the door opened and Karlee wasted no time in crashing her lips to Deans. The two stumbled inside the door, Dean gripping her waist forcefully and pushing her lean frame up against the now closed door. He withdrew his lips from hers, pinning both her arms above her head.

"Care to explain what brought this on before this goes any further?" His face was so close to hers and he was making it hard to string a sentence together.

"I...I'm sorry about the other day. I've come up with an idea..." She waited until he gave her a nod to go on and she kept the words flowing.

"I want you Dean, I'll make no secret of that, so how about we can keep 'seeing' each other but just... leave out the details about us..." Dean smirked, looking down at the ground, before slowly trailing his eyes up her body, making her shiver.

"That, my dear, sounds like a plan. But are you telling me or asking me?" Karlee slowly stole her hands back and trailed a long red fingernail along his lips whilst she whispered in his ear.

"Oh, I'm telling you honey." All in an instance her hands were slammed back above her head as he leaned in to her face.

"Wrong answer sweetie, I'm in charge here." She whimpered slightly as his lips trailed down her neck and nibbled on her collarbone. Karlee used her foot and trailed it up the inside oh his leg, making him move faster, his hands entwining with her fingers as he pushed his body into hers.

Knock

Knock

Knock

Dean groaned as a voice informed them that it was their time to go. He buried his face in her neck as she returned from her high. Dean's hands softly trailed to her hips and he came face to face with her.

"I'll agree with you for now but it's neither of our fault if we get hurt." Karlee nodded and pulled her dress back down a little, fixing her hair in the mirror as Dean wrapped his knuckles up in white tape. Karlee opened the door and used her foot to keep it open for Dean, earning her a smack on the ass in appreciation.

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Karlee screamed at Dean to get up. He had taken a running knee and was currently lying on his back whilst Fandango strutted around with Summer Rae. Karlee regretted wearing heels that night, especially ones that took an hour to take off too. The had cut a sharp and to the point promo, reiterating their points from the week before. The crowd had loved it. They were making Rusev and Lana look weak.

Karlee pounded her fists on the mat as Dean slowly got to his feet, leaning against the ropes beside Karlee.

"Keep your eyes open. He's determined to keep you down." She kept quiet enough just for Dean to hear as Fandango opened the ropes for Summer and turned to run at Dean, instead going over the top rope when Dean leant on them. Fandango now lay on the ground, nursing his head as Dean got himself together in the ring. Dean was meant to finish this match with a clean pin but with the way Summer was stalking around the mat, there could be a few complications. She could see Summer thinking and plotting. The ref was out of the ring and checking on Fandango so it gave a perfect opportunity for the blonde to make a move. Dean was resting against the ropes when suddenly, Summer came up behind him and dug her nails into his face like some wild animal. Karlee tore her shoes off her feet, not caring if she broke them and took off to the other side of the ring. Despite being in a short dress, she slammed into Summer with a Thesz Press that knocked her straight onto her back. Karlee grabbed handfuls of both her hair and slammed her into the ground repeatedly. Summer struggled against her, trying her hardest to throw her off. Karlee continued to slam until she felt a hot rush go through her arm. Karlee rolled off and held her searing hot arm up.

"You fucking bit me!" Karlee screamed as she got to her feet. Summer lay on the ground whilst the bell rung in front of them, signalling a winner. They both turned to see the referee holding Dean's hand in victory.

"Bitch!" Summer spat at Karlee, grabbing the back of Karlee's hair and ramming her head into the corner of the ring-post. Karlee fell to the ground, her surroundings swimming, all coloured differently. Summer stood above her,, mocking her words from earlier on in her promo.

"You could never beat us! You are nothing but trash!" She screamed. Fandango pulled her away, hugging and kissing her for a job well done whilst Dean scrambled out of the ring, ignoring the pain he was feeling, no matter how how much it hurt. He pulled Karlee to her feet and wrapped one of his arms around her waist as they both made their way out of the arena.

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"I'm fine!" Karlee yelled as she pushed her way off the medics bed and out of the room, almost running straight into Eden who was waiting for an interview. Karlee forced herself to remain calm and conduct the interview properly. She just had to push past the anger.

"Karlee, the WWE universe just witnessed what happened between you and Summer Rae and what we are all waiting to find out was, why?" Karlee smirked.

"Eden, you of all people know us woman get very protective of what's ours. So when that cheap, blonde bimbo decided to claw at MY man's face, I had to take action. I have never had a problem with her before, but she made herself my problem." Eden agreed by nodding her head.

"Well, we just checked out the WWE Twitter feed to see that she has in fact challenged you to a match. Why do you think she's doing this?"

"Summer is a sneaky woman but I'm always one step ahead of the game. There is nothing that woman can pull out of the air that I haven't dealt with before. All she's walking away from with this is a black eye and a reviewed sense of what happens when you mess with me." Karlee left the hallway without another word and continued down to the shared dressing room to prepare for her match. Since Dean had opened the show, Karlee had a good hour or so before she was due back on screen. She flung the door open, not expecting Dean to be there but he was, pacing back and fourth like a maniac. As soon as she stepped in, his arms were around her in the tightest hug ever.

"Oh fuck, I was panicking. Are you okay?" He held her at arms length and checked her face and her body for any signs of injury.

"Dean, I'm fine. I only got my head rattled off a post. I'm still alive you know..." Dean stepped back.

"No, It's not that. Half the Diva's were watching your match earlier and started screaming when you went for Summer. Nobody has seen them since and they aren't in their dressing room. I was kinda... worried." Karlee tried to stop herself from smiling at the fact he was worried about her. She walked away from him, walking over to her little table and finding a hair tie to put her curled hair up in a high ponytail. Dean watched her as he sat on the sofa. The way she moved drew him in. She was so fascinating. Her body moved slowly, almost delicately. His eyes grew wider as she grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it upwards. His hands itched to touch the scraps of lace that covered that gorgeous ass of hers and the thin line of fabric that ran across her back. He wanted to touch her. She swished her hips as she turned round to face him, a smirk on her face as she flicked the lock on the door. Her hips swayed as she travelled the distance to him, Dean allowing himself to fall backwards. Karlee placed her knees other side of him, straddling his knees on the black leather couch.

"I think we were interrupted earlier." She muttered as she peppered kisses down his face, her hands clawing over the black stretchy fabric on his chest. She hated that he still wrestled in the proper clothes the Shield wore. Dean groaned as he dug his nails into her bare skin, afraid to let her go.

Karlee's hands went to his crotch, cursing the thick pants he wore as she palmed at him through his trousers. She needed a last minute thrill before she went out on stage and she would get it, whether Dean liked it or not.

"Karl... Not like this." Karlee stopped rather abruptly. She widened her eyes and almost looked embarrassed. Dean smirked at her reaction.

"More like this." He smirked. Dean grabbed her under her thighs and flipped her round so that his body was pressed in between her legs. She groaned as his hands ripped away the lace that covered her dignity. She squealed as he nipped at the flesh on her thigh, the familiar bubble of excitement building in her stomach as he got closer... and closer... and closer.

"Karlee! You're on in five!" Someone rattled through the door. Dean sighed as his head flopped down onto Karlee's flat stomach. She groaned internally but with a smile on her face as she played with his hair.

His hands were still on her thighs and they didn't move. They just stayed like that for a few moments. Not talking and not moving. The heat between their bodies was fiery and the air was thick with questions. But neither said anything. They knew it would hurt and they were quite content just laying there. Karlee was the first to move and she allowed Dean to stand up, immediately missing the heat between them. She stood up with a helping hand from him and waltzed over to her bag, pulling out a fresh pair of black panties and slipping into them. She decided on pair of high waisted black skinnies and a basic cut out bra-let with a gold zipper going down the bust. She shrugged into her clothes as quickly as she could, knowing their little moment cost her valuable minutes. Dean watched her with hooded eyes as she flicked her red ponytail over her shoulder.

"It looks better down." He blurted out. Karlee smirked at his comment and pulled the hair tie out of her long hair. She grabbed a pair of socks from her bag and pulled them on, asking Dean to throw her boots over that were sitting by the door. She pulled them on and Dean tied them, a stupid ritual they had always had, no matter how bad a mood each other were in.

"You want me to come out with you?" Karlee knew he wasn't scheduled to go out with her but the chance was there.

"That would be nice." She muttered, standing in front of the mirror once more and making sure she looked presentable before walking out onto live television. She watched Dean from behind her. He looked edible. He hadn't changed since his match and was in the midst of throwing a hoodie on over his gear. Karlee gave herself an 'in-your-head' prep talk and headed for the door, making sure her leather jacket was on properly. An smack echoed out through the hall as Dean's calloused hand met with the apple of her ass. She jumped slightly but didn't draw attention when everyone looked.

As she got ready again in gorilla, Karlee jumped about from foot to foot, stretching her muscles and wringing her hands. Her attention turned to Dean as he pulled out a roll of white tape, sticking it in his mouth whilst he took her hands in his.

"What are you doing?" She asked, despite the obvious.

"Taping your hands and wrists. It's actually unbelievable you haven't broke anything. I've been on the receiving end of your punches you know." He grinned at her and she blushed as Dean wound the tape around her small hands. She heard Summer and Fandango go onto the stage just as Dean finished his miniature work of art.

Drums boomed throughout the arena and that was the push Karlee needed. With Dean directly behind her, Karlee marched to the ring, sheer determination on her face as she looked to deal with a major problem. The crowd was loud and Summer looked pissed. So did Fandango but that was not her problem. Karlee just wanted a decent match. Even a feud with Summer was better than having no rivalry at all. Karlee walked down the ramp with Dean, not giving the fans any attention. It felt weird for her not getting to give them some attention but she had to be a heel. She couldn't be nice.

Karlee jumped into the ring and threw her hair behind her back as Fandango mocked her from across the ring.

"Really? You have nothing better to do with your time?" He looked shocked that she was shouting at him. Summer turned to him and placed a hand on his chest, telling him to calm down.

"Oh, look at that! Summer wears the pants in your relationships... Although to be quite honest, I always thought that." Now he really started going for her ad for one second, she thought he may have hit her. But Dean was in the middle, threatening to bust him open if he even tried going anywhere near her. Everything suddenly stopped when the referee climbed into the middle of them.

"Dean and Fandango, GET OUT OF MY RING!" Charles yelled as he threw his arms in the direction of the locker room. Summer screamed as loud as she could in protest but Dean slipped out of the ring quite willingly. He knew well enough that Karlee could handle herself better than most Diva's. Fandango seemed to be putting up quite the fight though. He was actually point blank refusing.

"Look man, just get out so I can whoop her ass. Then you can shout at me." Fandango looked as if he was about to blow up. He body swerved the referee and came toe to toe with Karlee, who stood her ground. She knew Dean and sure enough, he crept into the ring and dragged him out kicking and screaming. Summer looked terrified and that pissed Karlee off to no extent. Diva's were meant to be fierce and strong and all she was at that moment was a walking barbie. The bell rang and despite Karlee thinking she was going to run off, she instead sent a more than violent kick to

Karlee's stomach.

All air rushed out of Karlee's body as she fell to her knees in an attempt to regain her bearings. She really shouldn't have underestimated her. Summer's voice was loud and it pierced through the ears of both Karlee and the referee who was trying to hold her back. But Karlee was quick. She was up, still holding her stomach but she knew to get a win over Summer she would have to be quick and a teeny bit violent.

Karlee tore away from the ropes and landed on Summer with what could be called a thesz press. She mirrored their earlier altercation by pounding her fists into Summer's head an an alarming rate, getting her revenge for trying to hurt Dean. She was eventually pulled off by Charles and she rested herself on the opposite ropes from Summer. Since she was a heel, it would require a change in move-set, something she hadn't figured out yet. Her best bet was to take some moves from her partner. His arsenal seemed to work any other time. So why not? She lined Summer up and ran towards her, hitting her with a front drop-kick to the chest. That knocked her to her knees. Karlee bent down beside her, grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back. She looped her hand through the bend in her arm and locked in the chicken wing cross face. Summer yelled and wiggled her arms about but it was no use. Her legs began to kick so Karlee dropped onto her back, bringing Summer with her. She lay on her back, squeezing even more with her legs. If she could just hold for a few more seconds...

And then the bell rang. Karlee let go, absolutely furious. Summer lay on the ground, totally over selling the move. Charles held her hand up in victory, meaning Summer must have tapped. That made Karlee furious. That was not applied hard or long enough to make anyone tap out yet she did. It cut their match short which meant reduced air time. Karlee had so much more planned out in her head but now she didn't get the chance. Karlee stood, hands on hips and slightly out of breath. Summer stood up, a huge grin across her face as Charles handed her a microphone.

"You see Karlee, I'm not your enemy here. You are. All you are interested in is getting to the top and quickly. This self proclaimed roster sweep you are doing isn't going to work. You will never be the woman you want to be, because there will always be people willing to bring you down..." Karlee screwed her face up and went to lunge for Summer but a blunt knock to the back of her head sent her flying to the ground, bouncing her skull on the way down. Kicks and punches rained down as Summer walked away actually looking shocked at what was happening.

Karlee tried her hardest to turn around and get up. She had to fight back. Whoever this was, they were strong.

"Get up bitch! Get up!" They stopped and grabbed a handful of Karlee's hair as she got to her knees, then eventually to her feet. Then she got a good look at who her attackers were.

Sofia.

Megan.

Layla.

Megan was the one holding her hair. She had a death grip on her but that wasn't what hurt. Megan had a microphone in her hand and as she got closer to her face, she stopped and spoke.

"Poor Summer underestimated what we were going to do to you. She had no idea that we were going to rain on your parade as hard as we did. But guess what, we're just starting." Megan spat as she threw down the microphone. Karlee's head was thrown back against the mat as the three started their assault again. Someone had stomped on the back of her leg, causing the muscles to start to spasm. A kick to the cheek caused a metallic taste that flooded through Karlee's mouth. She held her arms in front of her face as best she could but their fists were stronger than her. Yet she wasn't making a noise.

One final kick saw them stop and Karlee scrambled to her knees. Her body was considerably weaker and her hair was resembling a birds nest. Her vision was blurred and at first she thought they had left the ring. Karlee was quickly corrected as she felt the vice grip take a hold of her hair again. This time two of the girls took an arm each and held her up. She figured them to be Layla and Megan as Sofia was now in front of her with another microphone.

"You really think you had seen the last of me Karlee?" Karlee ground her teeth together as she glared at Sofia through a mess of hair.

"Oh, you look a little angry. Let me explain a bit. I don't like you. None of us do. You stole Dean from me, and from Megan and then you took Roman from Layla. So we took a team decision. I started your demise last time but after your 'unfortunate accident..." She used her hands to mock Karlee much to the confusion of the audience.

"My point it, I never got to finish you off. Yet you came back and stole my belt from me. After I stole it back and Megan helped break up your personal life, we thought we would leave it for a while. Now we are back. And we will not stop until you either a) Leave here in an ambulance or b) quit. Better start now, huh?" She dropped her microphone and took her championship belt with both hands. She looked between her hands and Karlee before stepping forward to stand in front of her.

With no warning Sofia slammed her belt straight into Karlee's head, repeatedly while the crowd screamed. The blows too the head were dizzying. Karlee felt sick by the time she finished. Her body tried one final time to keep itself going before it gave up and everything went black.

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This was an extra long chapter to make up for the fact I haven't been uploading as much as I should. I promise to try harder.

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