"Ladies and gentlemen" she says. "Please welcome my guests at this time, Dean Ambrose and Lora. Dean, it recently came to light that you're actually married, and apparently have been for quite some time. Do you have anything to add to that?" Jon looks at her for a while, the tension in the air is palpable. "Nope" he finally says. "That's about right. What you didn't mention is how much I love my wife, how I would do anything for my wife. Nothing, or nobody, is going to change that. No matter what people want to believe. This lady right here, well, she's not just my wife. She's my life." I squeeze his hand tightly. Renee looks at me. "And Lora" she sneers. "You've been a secret for over a year, surely you have something to say?" "Just because you didn't know about me, Renee, doesn't make me a secret" I say. "The people closest to us, the ones who matter, they knew. And they're standing right here. Dean and I. That's all that matters. Rumours won't break us, they haven't broken us for the last year, they're not going to start now. You can paddle your little ship all you like, but it's headed the same way as the titanic. It's going down Renee, and you can't save it. Come on Dean, let's go." He smirks and gives her a cute little wave as I pull him away.
Hunter is waiting in the locker room for us. Jon shakes his head as he sits next to him. "You have two options tonight" he tells him. Hunter looks at him quickly. "And they are?" he asks. Jon looks at me quickly before looking back at Hunter. "Either I don't fight" he says. "Or my wife comes to ringside with me." "Not happening Jon" I say. "Lora" he warns. "I'm not gonna argue with you over this, but I'm also not leaving you backstage alone to deal with this shitstorm. So you're either with me, or we leave together now." Hunter is visibly panicking. "Jon you're the main event" he says. "You can't just walk out." I groan. "This isn't fair Jon" I say quietly. "Not on the fans, and not on me. They paid to see you, this is your job, not mine." "On the contrary Lora" Hunter butts in. "Actually, tonight was far from a sell-out until word of the marriage got out. It's the happy couple they came to see. What do you say?" I look at Hunter, then at Jon. "Fine!" I finally yell. "But you owe me big style for this Mr Good!" "Name it" Hunter says. "I'm sure he can deliver." I smile. "Actually Hunter" I say slyly. "You could help too. Jon has a house show this Sunday. But it's his birthday, and our wedding anniversary. I guess you can guess where I'm heading with this?" "Consider it done" he says. "See you at Raw on Monday Ambrose. Enjoy your day." He stands up and leaves quickly. "Fuck, that was easy" I say, flopping on the sofa. "Damn woman" Jon groans. "You're proving kinda handy to have around!" I smile as there's a knock on the door. "Lora" a runner says, poking his head around the door. "I've been told to give you this to wear." He hands me a shirt then disappears quickly. "Where's the rest of it?" I ask, holding it up. It's a customised version of Jon's shirt, full of arty tears and holes. Jon smiles. "Put it on" he says quietly. I groan and start to lift my shirt. "My job" he says, pulling it over my head quickly. He looks me up and down, biting his lip. "The door, Jon" I say quietly. "Huh?" he asks, looking at me quickly. "The door" I repeat. "Lock the door." "Oh fuck" he groans, locking it straight away then walking back to me. He picks me up and carries me to the sofa, kissing my neck as he walks. He lies me down gently before pulling my jeans and shoes off. "My my, Mrs Good" he moans. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Damn this shirt is too short" I grumble, pulling it down. It doesn't even cover my belly ring. Jon smiles. "It's perfect Lora" he says. "Quit pulling it or those holes are gonna get bigger." "Swap with me" I say, looking up at him. He laughs. "Lora I wouldn't even get one arm in that" he says kissing my head. "Oh yeah" I swoon. "Those arms." He laughs as his music hits. "Ready?" he asks. I shake my head. "Tough" he says, holding my hand and pulling me through the curtain. "Approaching the ring" the announcer says. "Being accompanied by Lora, from Cincinnati Ohio, weighing in at 225 pounds, Dean Ambrose!" The screams are deafening. I focus on the ring, and not falling flat on my face. Jon helps me up the steps and sits on the middle rope to help me into the ring. As soon as we're both in the ring he holds my hand again. The announcer winks at me and I smile. Jon grins and kisses my head. "Not so bad, is it?" he asks. I shake my head and look back up the entrance ramp as more music starts. "Colby?" I ask, staring at Jon. He nods. "Seth" he corrects. "I promise, I'll fill you in on it all later, ok?" I nod as Colby gets in the ring. "New bodyguard Ambrose?" he sneers. Jon shakes his head and helps me to the ropes. "Stay in this corner here" he warns. I nod and get out of the ring.