Chapter 24
Destroying Bray Wyatt's sacred rocking chair was the highlight of Dean's night.
Besides being with his woman in bed, balls deep inside of her, of course.
Bray had come out to spew more gibberish out of his mouth, stuff Dean just didn't understand. He didn't care and stalked to the ring, hearing enough of Bray's malarkey. Pulling Bray underneath the bottom rope, they began brawling all over ringside, throwing punches and kicks left and right. Every appendage possible was used in the brawl until Dean was left in the ring, beckoning Bray inside. He refused, so Dean went after the one thing he knew Bray loved – a symbol of his enemy. His sacred rocking chair. Picking up the chair, Dean began slamming it repeatedly on the mat and took a chair to it, busting it into pieces. The crowd loved it, especially when he dragged a ladder that was in the ring to the center and stood beneath it, his face in-between one of the rungs, still begging Bray to fight.
"Now I get why they call him the Lunatic Fringe." Aya muttered, shaking her head at the carnage Dean left in the ring and couldn't believe he'd destroyed another man's property.
"Yeah…" Macaria couldn't take her eyes from the monitor, barely hearing what Aya said and felt her panties dampen instantly. They were definitely having another round once they were back at the hotel later that night. "It fits him."
Aya agreed with that, continuing with the notes in her hand while she mapped out how the article would go. The first part of it anyway. There would be three parts to it, all culminating at WrestleMania next year.
As soon as Dean and Macaria were in the security of their hotel room, clothes flew in all different directions, their bodies colliding almost violently.
Neither realized what awaited them the following night at the Smackdown! taping.
Nyla sat in her motel room, pondering what to do about the situation she was in. Being raped by Seth in front of Hunter, and the sick mother fucker watching, had destroyed something inside of her. Maybe it was her heart, a little bit of her spirit…she wasn't sure. She didn't care. Nyla had to get out of this, contemplating if she should call Vince to let him know what was going on. Stephanie and Hunter didn't know it, but she had Vince on speed dial and had to call him a time or two, back in the non-Authority days, about scripts for the Superstars and Divas. Her only concern was, if she made this phone call, if she took this risk, would her family be safe from the Authority? Would Vince be powerful enough to stop them from whatever they planned on doing to Neela and her parents?
"Just do it. Just get it over with and tell the old man what's been going on." Nyla coached herself, scrolling down to Vince's name and went to press dial, when a text message came through her phone.
Hang in there. This will all be over soon. It read, the number not familiar to Nyla as she stared at it, blinking.
Who is this? She sent back, swallowing hard and looked around the motel room, hoping there wasn't a camera somewhere in the corner watching her every move. Seth and the Authority had no idea where she was, currently.
Five minutes passed by until another text message came through. Don't worry about it. Just know, you're not alone in this, Nyla.
Nyla began shaking like a leaf, covering her mouth with her hand and another text came through.
Don't be scared. This isn't Seth or anyone from the Authority. I'm a friend and I'm going to help you. That's all you need to know.
How did they know she was scared? This was becoming too creepy and Nyla knew only one other person, besides Macaria, knew what was going on with the Authority. Is this Dean Ambrose? Because if it is, it's not funny to freak me out like this.
Another stretch of silence passed by. Then another text message flooded in. No. Dean told me what's going on though and what's happened to you. He wants to help. So does Macaria. And I'm gonna help you.
Who the hell was this? Granted, she'd given Macaria permission to tell Dean what was going on, but who did Dean tell? She was clueless, frowning at the sweet words and could feel her heart pounding like a beating drum in her chest.
Nothing can be done. The Authority has full power and my reputation is destroyed already. As she texted those words, tears slid down Nyla's cheeks as she leaned back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling in the darkened room.
Not for long. I promise you that. Now get some rest. I'll see you soon, Nyla. Good night, sweet dreams. A little emoji popped up along with the text message, which was a picture of a moon and stars.
Nyla didn't know how to respond and was tempted to call Macaria to demand who Dean had blabbed her secrets to. It was too late. Someone within the company obviously, but who? She laid down in bed, snuggling against the pillow and cried, feeling more alone than ever. If only she could believe there really was someone out there who could help her with the Authority. To put a stop to their power game and destroy them from the inside out. To stop Seth from coming for her whenever the Authority ordered him to. Nyla didn't want this kind of life anymore and the only reason she hadn't tried offing herself was because of Neela. She had to stay strong for her daughter, for her parents, her family. If this guardian angel and friend of Dean's was willing to help her, Nyla would do almost anything to get out of her situation with the Authority and Seth Rollins.
Closing his eyes, Roman leaned back in his chair in the comfort of his home in Pensacola, Florida, chomping at the bit to get back on the road. Dean had told him everything that was going on with the Authority and Nyla Miller. Something always told him her arrangement with those assholes wasn't right and now he knew his suspicions were right. She'd been threatened, bullied and sexually assaulted in order to be kept under thumb by the self-proclaimed King and Queen of WWE. That was fine. Roman promised they would have their own Game of Thrones, remembering that promo like it was yesterday. It hadn't been all that long ago either, only months. Triple H and Stephanie would rue the day they EVER messed with Nyla Miller, he would see to it. First thing he had to do was get back to the company and Roman already had his return slated at the TLC pay-per-view.
It was time for the hound to take back the yard.
His thoughts turned back to Nyla, picturing her in his mind. She was beautiful, no doubt about it. Dark brown hair was always pulled back in a professional bun, her attire the same. Skirt suits or pants, depending on the weather, but damn did he love when she wore those skirts. They molded to her backside perfectly and Roman had caught a glimpse of her bending over every now and then. The woman had dangerous curves and those suits shaped to every one of them, showing her hourglass figure. Those skirts went to mid-thigh and the pumps she wore on her feet had just enough heel to really make her backside stick out. All Roman wanted to do, on several occasions, was kiss her glossy lips to see if she tasted as sweet as she looked.
A frown marred his features suddenly as he stood up to walk over to stare out the window, brows dropping. So many times he had barged into her office, after the Shield split, thanks to the Authority crap and yelled at her about how ridiculous his script was. He wanted a piece of Randy Orton and only got a couple matches with the pussy. That's exactly what Randy Orton was to him – a pussy. However, Roman had been watching lately and what he did to Seth Rollins was commendable, but that man still deserved to get his backside handed to him by Roman. He felt terrible for the way he'd treated Nyla Miller and had no idea how to make it up to her, or to help her like he'd promised in the text messages. Dean had gotten into Macaria's phone to grab Nyla's number, since the women were friends now, and given it to Roman.
He meant what he said – just a few more weeks and he would help Nyla anyway he could, not sure how to do it yet.
Now, Roman just had to figure out how to do it and wondered if his family would help with this.
The scene was horrific.
Dean had gone out for a promo on Smackdown!, bragging about destroying Bray Wyatt's rocking chair. Everything was fine until he was blasted from behind by Bray, after the lights had gone out. Bray didn't stop the assault, screaming about his rocking chair and it looked almost like the man would cry. Macaria actually screamed out, gripping her hair between her fingers at the sight of Bray taking a steel chair and pressing it to Dean's throat, slamming it down as hard as he could against the steel ring steps. Dean couldn't breathe, gasping and rasping for air, clutching his throat while rolling around on the mats, almost convulsing.
"Dean!" Macaria felt like she couldn't breathe, tears streaming down her face and ignored whatever Aya said, bolting out the door toward gorilla position.
Wasn't this all scripted? Aya wasn't so sure anymore and watched impassively as they loaded the man's body onto a stretcher to cart him out of the arena.
"Move out of the way! Dean, Dean, we got you! We're taking you to the hospital right now, man!" The trainer informed him as a breathing mask was over his mouth and nose. Dean managed to nod, his eyes wide and Macaria hopped in the back with him before anyone could stop her.
"GO!" She shouted, clutching Dean's hand and couldn't stop the tears from falling down her face. "God, please be okay, Dean…" She whispered, kissing his hand and sat back while the EMTs worked on him, keeping an eye on his vitals and whatnot.
Nyla immediately left the arena to go to the hospital, breaking speed limits to get up there as fast as she could. That chair shot to the throat wasn't scripted! None of that was supposed to happen besides Dean cutting a promo! Nyla felt sick to her stomach, wanting to assure Macaria she had NOTHING to do with this! The last thing she wanted to do was lose the only friend she'd made in the WWE, even if the woman didn't work for the company itself.
"Caria!" Nyla called out, rushing to her and immediately hugged the crying, shaking woman, trying not to start crying herself. "H-How bad is it? T-That wasn't supposed to happen to him!"
"I-I don't know…" Macaria stammered out, feeling her knees weaken and had to sit down, her camera on a chair beside her. She never went anywhere without it and she had it strapped to her when she ran out to check on Dean, before hopping in the ambulance. "They're running tests…and…fuck, I don't know…"
Nyla immediately grabbed her friend some water, sitting down beside her and ordered her to drink it slowly. "Deep breaths, don't think the worse. The man is a lot tougher than he looks and he'll pull through this." She wasn't sure if she was trying to convince Macaria or herself.
"T-They said he might have a crushed larynx…he couldn't breathe…" The tears started up as Macaria buried her face in her hands, crying.
Nyla held her tightly, saying a silent prayer to whoever was listening that Dean pulled through this. All Macaria could do was cry, not believing Aya wasn't here to at least check on her client, who had been possibly destroyed at the hands of Bray Wyatt. Was this the Authority's doing? It had to be if it wasn't scripted. Even through her sorrow and anguish, Macaria hadn't missed what Nyla said. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. Bray had either jumped script, pissed at Dean enough to hurt him because of the rocking chair incident or…the Authority had once again swerved him, using Bray to do their dirty work.
Three hours later, the verdict was in. A bruised trachea was all Dean wound up with. The man really was made of iron and indestructible. He checked himself out of the hospital 2 hours later, against the advice of the doctors, and signed the paperwork to not hold any accountability toward them. Even Macaria wasn't sure about it, but Dean assured her he'd been through worse and told her the story of how he'd cut his own nipple off in the Indy's and had to sew it back on. It was hanging on by a thread and somehow, he'd managed not to lose it completely. The story was unbelievable, considering he had no scar anywhere on his nipple or around it. Somehow, she believed him.
"Thanks for coming up here, Nyla. Really wasn't necessary though." Dean rasped out, his throat sore and swollen from Bray's brutality. He really hoped it healed in time for Raw because Dean wanted payback for this.
"No problem…I'm just glad you're okay. Should you even be talking right now?" Nyla asked, concern lacing her voice and shared a worried look with Macaria.
"Probably not, no." Dean shrugged, not overly caring and stood up from the wheelchair as soon as they were outside the hospital doors. "I'm hungry."
Both women started laughing at him, unable to help it. He was so laid back and carefree, not minding the fact he'd nearly gotten his larynx crushed by a coworker. Nyla didn't know what to think and she was pretty sure Macaria was at a loss for words too. The laughter was more to break the tension in the air more than anything.
"You two have a good Thanksgiving. I have a flight to catch." Nyla wasn't sticking around for Seth to hunt her down, wanting to get home to spend the next 5 days with her family for the holiday.
Macaria wanted to tell her they weren't spending it together, but one look at Dean made her rethink that assumption. There was no way she would leave him alone for the holiday, especially with his bruised throat. Sighing, she hooked her arm through his and guided him to the car, forcing him to be the passenger for a change.
"I never asked you this, but where do you live now if it's not Cincinnati, Ohio?" She asked, once they were on the road headed back to the hotel.
"Vegas." Dean rasped out, blinking when she nearly rear-ended someone in front of them. "What…the…fuck?"
"You live in Vegas? Las Vegas, Nevada?" At his nod, Macaria started laughing all over again, all traces of humor gone. "Wow…" Aya hadn't told her that, then again, maybe the woman didn't know either.
"W-What's wrong with that?" He coughed, wincing and leaned his head back, trying to get his throat to stop throbbing. It felt like he had a really bad sore throat right now, even though he wasn't sick.
Macaria settled down, pushing her foot on the gas and shook her head. "Nothing, nothing it's just…I live in Vegas too." Now it was Dean's turn to gape at her with wide eyes. "Yeah. I don't know if Aya knows that information about you either. She was told you lived in Cincinnati, Ohio, but…that's not the case, apparently. So since we're both living in the same city – the city that never sleeps mind you – wanna spend Thanksgiving together?"
Now normally, Dean spent the holidays with Roman's family. At least, that's what happened the past couple of years, ever since they met and forged a tight bond in FCW/NXT. However, since Roman was gearing up to come back on the road soon, Dean didn't want to deter him from that and knew he wouldn't see his family for a while after making his return. Spending Thanksgiving with a beautiful woman, at her place, in the same city he lived in, sounded too good to be true.
"Your place or mine?"
Macaria reached over, lacing their fingers together and made the rest of the drive to the hotel, making a call on the way to see about getting a flight out that night.
