"Hippie, you've been taking care of me for three weeks now, don't you think I'm healed?" Jon would question as he sat up in bed slightly letting a low grunt escape his lips.
"Clearly, you're not okay Jon. You're still hurt. You can put on that front every night for the guys in the back and the fans but, you don't fool me, not one bit. I will continue to take care of you and those injured ribs until you're one hundred percent better. Then after that, you and I will be getting revenge on those bastards."
"Brianna, I appreciate your help but-" Jon would pause for a moment to hold his ribs it hurt him to even breathe and the fact that Brianna was willing to help him get better made him feel weird.
"But, I don't need your help, babe. I'm fine."
Brianna would shake her head before replying to him.
"Nonsense Jon. I'm your fiancée it's my job to take care of you. Do you see the ring on my finger? This ring means that I've agreed to take care of you no matter what." Brianna would move closer to him and run her fingers through Jon's brown locks before placing a soft kiss on his lips.
"Jon, I love you now we need to get ready for our media day."
Jon would let another low grunt escape his lips as he kissed Brianna back.
"You're too good to me, you know that? And I love you too."
He would slowly get off the bed and walk over to his suitcase he would pull out one of his Ambrose Asylum shirts and a pair of jeans. Once he was dressed he would comb his fingers through his hair before throwing on a baseball cap.
"What are these media days? Radio, news shows? I can never remember they always mush together as one."
"We have two radio shows and then they want us to do a news show together to promote the upcoming pay-per-view. Hopefully, we'll be a part of it, that is if you're healed up of course."
Jon would sigh softly before throwing on his leather jacket.
"Sounds like a busy day, let's get to it, toots."
Brianna would throw her long brown locks up into a ponytail before throwing on a black BRIE MODE tanktop and a skirt with heels.
"So, what are we telling people if they ask us about our love life? Do I tell them I'm engaged or what?" Brianna would question as she applied a little bit of make up.
Jon would sigh once again before replying to Brianna.
"You know what, screw it. If anyone asks, we're engaged. I want the world to know that you're mine. " Jon would wrap his arms around Brianna from behind pulling her against the front of his chest letting a low groan escape his lips as he kissed the side of her cheek.
"I love you, Brianna."
XXX
"Good morning KXPV radio listeners, we're here in the studio with WWE Superstar Dean Ambrose. Dean, how are you today?"
"Hey man, I'm good. A little sore but good." Dean would spin around in his chair before sporting a soft smile.
"That's good. So, this weekend WWE is having a big pay per view event, Hell in A Cell, are you going to be a part of that?"
Dean would spin around in his chair a bit before glancing over at Brie and smirking as he would turn his attention back to the DJ.
"Well, um, y'know I'm not really sure. Right now I'm nursing these bruised ribs and shoulder thanks to Randy Orton, Daniel Bryan, Seth Rollins, and their scumbag ring leader, Nikki Bella. Let me tell you something, those four are going to have hell to pay this Sunday, and that's not a play on words, all hell is gonna' break loose on them!"
"Alright, well Sunday sounds interesting. So, let me dig a little deep inside your soul here, there's rumors going around that The Lunatic Fringe is off the market. Maybe perhaps even tied down, Can you elaborate a bit on those rumors?"
Dean would let a low groan escape his lips as he began to tap his fingers against his chin. His blue hues would scan the room and then he would lock eyes with Brie who was sitting behind a glass box giving him a warm smile as she listened to his interview.
"Well let's just say, I wouldn't be with anything less than the optimal, most beautiful, most tremendous girl in the world. She's far too good for me, but it's far too late and I've got my claws sunk into her now and she can't go anywhere."
"Does this mystery woman have a name?"
"Indeed she does, but you and the rest of the world will find out more this Sunday."
Dean would then take his headset off and toss it on to the table in front of him. Causing a few pieces of loose paper to go flying across the room. It was quite obvious to anyone that knew Dean that he was in no mood to finish a radio interview. He was sick and tired of everyone prying into his personal life, so this Sunday once he and Brie got a little pay back, he would shock the world.
XXX
"DJ Happy Cool B back here in the KXPV studio. And I have with me the very lovely and talented Brie Bella. Good morning, Brie. How are you?"
"Good morning, I'm doing well thanks."
"Awesome, that's fantastic to hear. So, earlier this morning we had Dean Ambrose here in the studio and he was maybe hinting at the two of you possibly doing something this Sunday at the pay per view. Care to elaborate on that a bit?"
"Well you know I can't say too much but, we have a little something planned."
"Word on the street is that you're off the market, is this true?"
"Once again, I can't say much but I will say I am the luckiest girl in the world. I have the sweetest, most amazing man in the world. He treats me like a queen and he's honestly the best thing to ever happen to me."
Hell In A Cell
Tonight was the night that Jon and Brianna were going to get their revenge on Nicole and her pack of wolves. Brianna was banned from ringside for her sister's championship match however, this was the perfect time for Brie to put her plan into action.
"Hey babe, you ready to get your revenge on Nicole?"
A soft sigh would escape Brie's lips as she would lean against the wall and watch Dean get ready to answer Cena's open challenge.
"I don't know babe, I don't think I have it in me to be mean to my sister."
"Brianna, did you forget that she cost you the biggest match of your career against Steph? And did you forget that she wished you died in the womb? You can do this babe, Now I have a title to go win. I'll see you in a bit."
And just like that Dean was gone leaving Brie alone in his locker room. The hippie would sit down on the couch and watch his match before executing her evil plan.
XXX
"Brie, have you seen my snapback? I kind of need it to make this outfit complete. Hello, Brie are you listening to me?"
Nikki would turn to face Brie who had a smirk on her face and a steal chair in her hands. Brie would strike Nikki with it before letting a blood curling scream escape her lips.
"Oh my gosh! Someone help!" Brie would call out as she ran down the hallway looking for someone to help her.
XXX
"Here is your winner and the new United States Champion, Dean Ambrose!"
The crowd was going wild as Dean held up the Untied States Championship. He did it, he finally did he beat John Cena to become a two time United States Champion.
Meanwhile backstage the medical team was tending to a beaten Nikki Bella while Brie stood near the gorilla position with a smirk on her face.
"Hey babe, did you take care of your sister?" Jon would ask as he placed a soft kiss on her lips before rubbing his newly won title.
"Yes, love I did." She would kiss him back and smile at him. "I'm so proud of you, baby!"
"Thanks Hippie, now you go change into something hippie like that isn't your ring gear, I've got one last trick up my sleeve."
XXX
Dean's music would begin to play through the arena and once again the crowd was going wild. As he walked out with his United States Title over his shoulder and a smirk on his face. The newly crowd champion would step into the ring and ask for a mic and was given one.
"Alright, I know I'm not suppose to be out here 'cause my brother Roman Reigns is gonna' be taking that punk Bray Wyatt to hell but, uh, there's somethin' I need to get off my chest. And I'm going to do it out here in front of all of you and everyone watching on the WWE Network."
Dean would run his hands across his chest and begin to get fidgety before placing the mic back up to his lips.
"I'd like to call out, Brie Bella. So Brie, if you would please come out here."
Dean would place his attention back to the stage as he waited for Brie's music to play through the arena.
BRIEEEEEEEEEE MOOOODDEE
Brie's entrance music began to blast through the arena and she would step out from behind the curtain in a red strapless dress with matching heels. The hippie would make her way down the ramp smiling at a few fans before entering the ring.
The better Bella looked a bit shocked as she stepped closer to Dean wondering what he had planned.
"Don't be afraid of me, toots."
Brie would step slightly closer to him still a bit shocked.
"Brie, I know I've been some what of an asshole lately but, there's just something I need to ask you."
The crowd would gasp in unison as they all figured what Dean would be asking Brie.
Dean would get down on one knee in front of Brie and smile before pulling a black box out of his jacket pocket.
"Brie, will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?"
The Los Angles crowd would begin to chant in unison.
"YES! YES! YES!"
A few tears would stream down Brie's face as she would take the mic from Dean and say
"Yes Dean, I will."
Dean would slip the ring on Brie's finger before kissing her lips softly.
"Good God, what are we seeing? Is that sweet hippie actually getting married to that lunatic!?" JBL would question through his headset.
Style and Grace
I'm never gonna' be done.
Lean on in.
Now welcome to the queendom.
The Queendom, where the kings bow down.
Stephanie's music would blast through the arena as she would appear at the top of the stage with an angry and sour look plastered on her face.
"Cut the music, as if Dean Ambrose winning the US Title wasn't enough to deal with, I get an anonymous tip that someone has taken out Nikki Bella costing her, her rematch against Charlotte for the Diva's Championship. If I find out it was either one of you two who cost Nikki her rematch, there will be hell to pay. NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY RING! We have a show to run!"
Dean and Brie would look at each other and smile as they both exited the ring. The two of them would walk past Steph with smirks on their faces. Once the two of them were backstage, they were stopped by Renee Young.
"Dean, Brie the two of you just shocked the world, how are you feeling?"
A soft chuckle would escape Dean's lips as he would move some of his hair from his face.
"Renee, I feel amazing! I'm on top of the world. I won back this bad boy and, I'm marrying the woman of my dreams. It doesn't get any better than that."
"Brie, I have to ask since you were the last one seen with your sister before her big match, Did you have anything to do with the attack on her?"
A shocked look would form on Brie's face as she held her left hand up against her chest.
"Absolutely not, Renee! I'm appalled that you would even ask such a thing. Nikki and I have had our differences but, never in a million years would I hurt my sister. I love her. Now, if you'll excuse us, the champ and I have not only a wedding to plan but, a celebration to attend. See ya' later, Blondie."