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"So let me get this straight," Becca exclaimed, her big brown eyes wide and her excitement building as Autumn related the last 36 hours to her and Jess in the cosy kitchen of their shared Victorian house that afternoon over steaming cups of tea. "You are late for work..."
"No change there then," Jess interjected laughing.
"Hush," Becca said growing impatient. "So, before I was rudely interrupted, you are late for work, you have a massive row with your boss in the street, you quit your job, then Mr Fucking One Night Stand Sex on Legs comes bowling over like a knight in fucking shining armour, beats up your slimy boss..."
"It wasn't quite like that..." Autumn protested.
"I bet it was like that," cried Jess, practically bouncing up and down in her chair. "Doesn't he beat people up for a living?! He's a total badass!"
"Will people stop interrupting me!" Becca continued. "So he beats up your slimy boss, declares his undying love for you then whisks you off to a luxury hotel for the rest of the day and you fuck like rabbits. Then you wander around London, stay over with him that night. You have an amazing time, then tells you that you are going on fucking tour with him?! I can't fucking believe it! I just can't believe it! How fucking lucky are you?!" (Becca likes to swear!)
"I don't know what to make of it. Well he didn't actually declare his undying love but he must like me, don't you think?" Autumn asked, craving some support.
"Do you think he does this sort of thing often?" Jess ventured, always the practical one if not the most tactful friend. "I mean, he must have girls coming out of his ears."
"Jess, shut up," Becca cried. "The girl don't wanna hear that kind of talk."
"No it's fine Becca," Autumn protested. "It crossed my mind too. I don't think he has been pining away for me, I bet he has had loads of girls in the last six months but to have gone to all that effort to fly over early and find me, he didn't have my number or anything, I mean I could have moved jobs, moved house, it was a risk. Actually come to think of it, I STILL don't have his number."
"How long is the tour then," Jess asked.
"About ten days I think and after that, I've no idea what's going happen. You are coming with me tonight aren't you?" Autumn replied.
"Of course we are!" They both chorused.
"Especially if that sexy one with the half blond hair is there', said Becca mischievously.
"Yeah, and that other one with the tribal tattoos that looks all smouldering in his photos, he's a beast!" Jess agreed.
Autumn smiled at her friends. "He did turn a bit funny this morning though," Autumn confided, getting back to the subject in hand. "He was on the phone to someone in the bathroom and he sounded really pissed off. He came back into the room and was really off with me, he told me to get ready while he went to the gym and to be honest I thought he was dumping me for good. But then he just took me totally by surprise and told me, he didn't ask come to think of it, that I was going on tour with him."
"Moody! Did you ask him what the phone call was about?" Jess asked.
"No way, it would have sounded like I was listening in, which I was of course," and they all laughed.
"Anyway I was too stunned about the tour thing and about going to the show with you guys tonight. Plus I wanted to get another kiss off him before we left so didn't want to ruin the mood. My God that boy can kiss! He ought to give lessons." Then looking at the kitchen clock she cried, "Shit, it's 17.30, we need to leave soon!"
The girls started to get ready, working out what each of them would wear. Autumn wanting to make an impression, glammed up in a soft knitted dress that clung voluptuously to her curves but dressed it down with studded biker boots, as high heels at wrestling is not a good look, it screams Ring Rat. Her hair, newly washed, hung loose down her back and her make up was fresh which accentuated her lovely face. Happiness and excitement shone out of her making her look most beautiful.
Jess offered to drive and off they set, chattering excitedly about the night to come. Music blaring, singing along to the latest songs. It had been ages since they had been out all together. As they approached Wembley Arena, through a grimy one way industrial area, Autumn started to get butterflies in her stomach. They parked up in the multi-storey and walked through the new shopping centre towards the Art Deco designed arena, which was thronging with wrestling fans. It was surreal for Autumn to see people in his merchandise.
As Jess pointed out giggling, looking at a guy in an 'Unstable' hoodie, "What to you think he'd say if you tapped that man over there on the shoulder and said that you were Dean Ambrose's girlfriend lol?"
"He wouldn't believe me lol, and anyway I'm pretty sure I'm not his girlfriend." Autumn answered.
"Not yet," said Becca. "I reckon you've got ten days to make him fall in love with you."
"Unlikely," Autumn replied smiling wistfully. "He's too cool for that."
After finding the right entrance, Autumn and the girls waited nervously in line at the VIP collection booth.
"Can I help you?" A super efficient looking young man behind the counter asked tersely.
"I've been told to collect three tickets for the show tonight please," Autumn responded as confidently as she could muster.
"Under which name madam?" He replied.
"Autumn Burrows." She told him.
He flicked through a box of envelopes, then looked up at her, mid flick. "And who is meant to have left them here for you?" He said in a tone of voice which grated on all three of them.
"Dean Ambrose, he's one of the wrestlers," She said firmly.
"Really?" He said dismissively. "Before I waste my time, you are about the twentieth girl here tonight saying that such and such wrestler has left tickets for her at the door and none of them have. If you queue up over there, you can buy some seats up in the top section. Have a good evening."
The girls looked at each other not quite believing what the guy had just said.
"Look you!" Said Becca piping up madly. "You flick though that box of tickets and find ours, or else!"
"Or else what madam?" He replied curtly.
Becca was now in full flow. "Or else I am going to find your manager, tell them what a total douchebag you are, VIP service my ass, then I'll contact the press and actually, you'd better hope that Dean Ambrose hasn't left us any tickets because he doesn't take kindly to people disrespecting his friends! Have you seen what he does to people in the ring? Have you? It's not pretty!"
"OK madam," he said resignedly as he continued looking through the box and then his face visibly paled as he pulled out an envelope with Autumn's name printed on and handed them to her sheepishly.
"Ah, I'm terribly sorry Miss Burrows for the misunderstanding, and please pass on my apologies to Mr er, Ambrose too. I really hope you have a fantastic evening."
Autumn smiled sweetly but quietly savoured his discomfort "Thank you, we will."
Becca had no such qualms, leaning in to the booth. "Yeah, you watch yourself fella." Before kissing her teeth and turning on her heels.
Then Jess said thoughtfully "How do you know what happens in a wrestling match Becca? You've never seen one in your life."
Becca laughed, "He didn't know that though did he! Just wanted to put the shitters up him."
"Well I think it worked," Jess giggled. "At least we are in. Come on let's get a drink."
They joined the masses at the bar, Jess and Becca eyeing up the fitter spectators and marvelling like Autumn did six months previously at the sight of grown men in colourful outfits carrying huge homemade signs.
"Don't ask," she laughed at them. "You'll get used to it, I guess they are just really in to it and some of them have watched this stuff since they were kids so I guess it's a nostalgia trip too. You know, I suppose it's like when we went to see that boy-band we used to like last year."
"Well that guy in the red top over there is fine," crooned Becca, sipping a beer. "Hey baby," she called as she raised her glass to him. Becca had golden skin, big brown eyes and a perky figure which she worked hard at maintaining. The guy looked over with interest but just then an announcement over the sound system told 'all spectators to take their seats'.
"Ooh why do I feel nervous?" Autumn asked to nobody in particular, her friends were already ahead of her, checking which entrance block they needed. They really were ringside seats, the closest you could get without actually sitting at the announce table, they were seated to the left hand side of the ring as you face it, bang in the centre.
Autumn shivered as some loud entrance music hit and the show began. She remembered the last time she was at an event and how different she felt about it all now, knowing more about the product, not sneering at it as she once did but appreciating the excitement, storylines, pyrotechnics, colours, music, comedy, drama and all the hard work that went in to staging such a show.
Match after match went on and Autumn could see that Becca and Jess were having a great time, popping out the the bar every now and then for more drinks, popcorn and the like, drooling over some of the hotter performers, shouting and hollering like veteran fangirls. She loved them for it, as they both, especially Becca, threw themselves into things with a zest for life and an abandon that she envied. Autumn was usually the sort of person who needed to consider things a little more carefully before she dove in, she wasn't a natural risk taker but this gorgeous man had persuaded her to throw caution to the wind for once. For this one time she was riding on the edge of a lightening bolt and she was starting to enjoy it.
An hour in and suddenly HIS entrance music hit, his tiantron package played out on the big screens above the entrance to the walkway, showing him in action, posing and dominating opponents. Autumn felt faint with excitement. A spotlight bathed the stage and then he strode out, his white taped fists clenched as he shadow boxed his way down the ramp, lips curling muttering curses to himself, his face angry, not looking left or right but only on his opponent who was already standing awaiting his fate in the ring.
He received massive cheers and Autumn realised that he was becoming a huge star in this business, fulfilling his potential. The crowd loved him. He stepped through the middle rope then quickly wheeled round, head down, then stood legs apart with his back to her, his head turning left then right staring his opponent down.
Jess looked open mouthed at her friends, then whispered, "I think I prefer his black riot outfit though." But then he removed his hoodie and revealed a grey ribbed wife beater top which showed off his impressive torso, she gasped, "Actually, I take that back. Autumn, you are one lucky girl." Becca nodded her agreement vociferously.
Autumn didn't really hear what Jess was saying. Her eyes drank him in and a pulse had started to beat between her legs, heat seemed to swirl into her body as she watched him at work. Being this close to the ring, you saw all the finer details, saw the sweat, the blood, the noise of bodies slamming into the mat. The sounds of exertion coming from the fight as they flung each other around and out of the ring was louder than you would imagine.
This was a street fight so it was a brutal match with kendo sticks, chairs, tables and anything else they fancied torturing each other with. Dean was fighting his former 'brother' Seth Rollins, so Becca was mesmerised watching his Crossfit honed body, clad in leather biker trousers, leaping about all over the place. Jess watched it through her fingers, wincing at the brutality. If you were new to wrestling, you'd never guess that these two fighters were best of friends. Over the past few months they had feuded spectacularly, becoming main event players even headlining Hell in a Cell in a match of epic proportions. Rollins playing the heel (bad guy) so well and Ambrose becoming an unlikely face (good guy) given his previous role in the Shield. Both knew exactly how to work off each other and play the crowd, they seemed to go further than other wrestlers, having no fear, disregarding their own safety, ploughing into piles of chairs, tables and battering each other with kendo sticks. They had a sixth sense of what each other would do, making any match they were involved together in an amazing spectacle. Chants of 'This is awesome!' rang out.
Finally, the match reached its conclusion with Dean using Seth's own finisher the Curb Stomp to make the win. The crowd went even more crazy. As his music blasted out and Seth slunk heel like out of the ring, the referee raised Dean's hand in triumph and for the first time that evening his eyes locked on Autumn's. She felt like an electric shock had stunned her and was unable to tear them away from him. He was breathing heavily, sweat soaked with effort and he was smirking at her. Rolling out of the the ring he worked his way round the spectators, giving high fives, photos, signing merchandise and then he was before her, hands on the barrier, leaning in towards them as other fans pushed and clamoured for his attention but this time he ignored them.
"Ladies," he purred. "Good to to see you both again," nodding at Becca and Jess who were staring open mouthed at him.
"Hi," they squeaked.
He leant in further and whispered quickly in Autumn's ear, his lips moving against the shell of it. She could feel the red hot heat coming off his body and saw the sweat that glistened on him but he still smelt good. Too damn good.
"Baby, go to the door by the side of the stage now, someone will bring you to me. Tell the girls you will be back before the main event ends."
With that he was gone. Autumn could still feel the heat of his lips on her ear.
"You need to go don't you?" said Jess knowingly.
"Yeah but I'll be back, don't leave before I come back." Autumn answered.
Heart hammering, she made her way to the aforesaid door and sure enough an official was waiting for her.
"Good evening, please follow me madam." He said neutrally.
So she did and once backstage he led her to another door with Dean's name on it. He knocked but there was no answer. The man started to look a bit worried but then his face showed relief as he turned and saw Dean walking towards them down the corridor. Still in his ring gear with his hoodie now tied round his waist. An unspoken look from Dean told the man that he could leave and as he discreetly made his exit Autumn gasped as Dean approached slowly as if he was stalking her. (See the Surviver Series promo, you'll know what I mean!) Running his hand through his sweat soaked hair, he looked feral, eyes burning into her and she actually stepped backwards at the sight of him but felt the hard wood of the door against her body. He chuckled and placed a hand on either side of her, trapping her in. The high of the match had made him want her badly, adrenaline still coursed through his veins taking his lust to new heights. It also made him slightly intimidating, hot, but intimidating.
"So," he whispered. "What do you think I am going to do to you, huh?"
Autumn gulped.
Stepping back he raised her hands above her head holding them in one of his, then standing aside looked her slowly up and down assessing her.
"Nice dress," he commented before placing his lips on her neck and smiling at the sound of the moan that escaped hers.
She suddenly found his lips were on hers, softly kissing her. Electricity pulsed through her body at his expert kiss, his tongue, oh that tongue, did things to her that no other man could compare. He grinned against her mouth as he heard her moan, then eased away, sucking at her bottom lip looking smug.
His other hand then traced lightly over her breasts, nipples already puckered ready for him. He bent his head and nuzzled them against the fabric of her dress.
"Dean, someone is going to catch us," Autumn breathed worryingly.
"So what, one more word from you and I'll fuck you against this door right now." He answered cockily.
He kicked her legs apart and pushed his thigh between them, connecting with her already drenched core, kissing her deeply, loving the moans that he was causing her to make.
Shit, he wanted to fuck her right now so before she knew what was happening he opened the door, pushed her through it and she found herself staring up at him in his locker room. Her face was flushed, heat throbbing through her body with a slight thrilling fear of this post fight version of her man.
The room was bare and basic, just a bench along one wall and a table with his stuff on it. He locked the door and curled his index finger at her. She obeyed by stepping towards him and he circled her, assessing her again, holding himself back.
And then she spoke as if reading his mind, "Dean? Do whatever you want to me. I'm all yours now."
"Yes, yes, you are all mine," he growled. "Just like I told your fucking boss, you belong to me, understand?"
She nodded, feeling dizzy at his words and then he took her in his arms kissing her like never before, swiping all his gear off the table on to the floor and bending her over it face down. They didn't undress such was their urgency. He pulled her panties aside roughly and released his rock hard erection, placing it in her satin like folds.
"You are going to get fucked good, but I want you to beg me for it," he growled again, rocking his hips ever so slightly teasing her.
Autumn had no reservations, she wanted him more than she'd ever wanted him before. Seeing him in this post fight state, hearing his voice laced with menace she did as he wanted, "Please, I need you inside me Dean, please..."
Autumn gasped as he slammed his massive cock into her in one fell swoop, it was just on the right side of painful as he ground his powerful hips against her deeply.
"Oh my God, fuck, Dean, that feels so good." She exhorted, encouraging him to carry on.
Dean had lost any regard for what he was doing such was his lust. He slammed into her again and again, each thrust harder and faster than the one before. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back towards him allowing his cock deeper inside her, seated to the the absolute hilt, loving that she was taking this willingly, getting more and more turned on her moans of pleasure. She bucked against him and he felt her bear down, tense and shudder around his cock as her orgasm swept over her body, hearing her breathing heavily he stilled and whispered darkly in her ear.
"Was that nice baby? Did you come getting fucked hard from behind by a badass?"
"Yes, yes," she just about managed to answer.
"Well I'm not done with you yet! Not in the slightest," he snarled. "This is what I wanted to do to you the first time I laid eyes on you. Remember? When you got all sassy with me at the O2? If I wasn't about to have a match at that point, I have dragged you backstage by your hair and taught you a lesson you'd never forget right there and then.
His trash talk was turning her on even more and she could only whimper as he pulled her roughly off the table and turned her round to face him then backed her up against the wall. Standing her on the low bench, he lifted one of her legs and slammed in to her again, then picking her up easily and wrapping both legs around his waist, holding her up firmly such was his strength, he fucked her hard, grinding his hips in a circular motion, till he finally roared and came undone himself, erupting inside her.
"Oh baby, you took it so well," he crooned breathlessly in her ear. Then kissed her forehead, and then her lips gently before placing his own forehead against hers, gazing into her eyes. He noticed she was trembling slightly.
"Was I too rough?" he asked in a concerned tone.
"No, no, it was amazing, I didn't think I'd like it like that, but I did," she answered honestly.
He still held her up and they stayed in each other's arms, his cock still inside her as they slowly came down from the high of their mind blowing bang. "Are you ok?" Dean asked wanting to be sure that he hadn't hurt or upset her.
"Yes, yes I'm fine, more than fine actually," she replied kissing him gently and sucking on his bottom lip. "It was hot, smoking hot."
"Good, you'll learn a lot with me sugar and I haven't even started properly with you yet," he promised, quickly back to his flippant self. He eased out of her and placed her gently on the bench.
"Go freshen up and get back out to your friends. There's a bathroom through that door. Did you bring your stuff for the road?"
"Yes, it's in Jess' car. Are you sure about this?" She asked.
Dean decided not to tell her about the Twitter row yet or the fact that she was going to have to earn her keep on this tour. He'd get to that later, she'd be fine, she was tougher than she thought and he was pretty sure she'd do anything to be with him.
"Of course I am, tell the girls to come for a drink in the hotel tonight. It's just across from the arena, meet us there in the bar, I've got some stuff to deal with but I'll be over after the show about 11.30. Oh and be prepared, we party hard."