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Chapter 11

The next day was a bright, sunny new one, and Dean pulled up to his job...in his new, executive parking space.

"Anyway, with Laurinaitis in his new position, on all fours in prison for twenty five to life, Comnidyne made me acting president. It's a great job, I got a solid raise and I'm actually my own boss. Well, accept for the CEO."

"Hey, morning." Dean smiled, shaking the hand of an older man who stepped out of his car.

"Morning! You must be Dean."

"I am."

"Well, it's great to finally meet ya."

"You too, Mr. Sherman."

"No, please. Lou."

"Okay. Lou." he nodded. "I want you to know that I appreciate the opportunity you've given me, and I-I won't let ya down."

"Well, I'm sure you won't, son." he sent him a nod before walking off.

"From what I hear, people say he's the nicest guy in the world."

Dean was about to follow him inside, but stopped once he heard knocking from the back of the Mr. Sherman's trunk. And a voice.

"Mr. Sherman, I'm sorry your coffee was cold..."

He raised an eyebrow. "Uh, Lou?"

VO: "...Most people."

He turned back.

"Mr. Sherman, I'm hungryyyy...can I come out now, please?"

"You hear that?" Dean asked.

He shook his head. "...No."

"Sounds like there's someone in your trunk."

"Dean...uh, why don't you let this be...our little secret." he finished, grinning creepily and leaving Ambrose with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"I need a shower!" the muffled voice cried.

"Yeah. Turns out my new boss is a 'Twisted Old Fuck'."

"Meanwhile, the Bischoff family put the most senior person in charge of the company. Which wasn't Roman. But he was okay with that. Because he realized, that when you're the boss, sometimes people want you dead."

Roman entered his job with all smiles, once again saying hello to everyone, and even knuckle-punched Hank, the cripple who was fired and recently hired back just that morning. Soon, he stepped into Nikki Bella's office.

"Well, hi, Rome!" she greeted. "Come in!"

He smiled. "Nikki, I wanted to congratulate you."

"Thank you." she smiled.

"And if there's anything I can do, obviously to uh...help you out before the baby gets here, just let me know."

She raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What baby?"

He chuckled. "Your baby." And he enhanced that statement by touching her protruding stomach.

"...I'm not pregnant." she frowned.

Roman froze where he was. "So, I'm just touching you."

Saying nothing, she simply gave him a look.

Reigns nervously looked around and then reeled back. "...Yuy."

Meanwhile, at the Dental office...

"Kelly?" Seth asked, sitting before a doped up patient.

The blonde smiled and shut the blinds closed.

"I was thinking that we should..." he smirked. "Drill the patient first."

VO: "And Seth? Ultimately he decided his only choice was to screw Kelly after all."

She smiled and hovered over him. "You just continue to surprise me. You dirty, dirty little man."

He imitated her seductive tone and smiled. "Just you wait."

Then, she began to yank off the patient's pants, revealing his red speedos underneath. "You like that, Seth? You LIKE it?"

"Oh my God, yeah!" he nodded.

"Ohh..." Kelly began, trailing her hands up the patient's legs and then glancing down at his crotch. She imitated in a small voice, "'Oh! How I wish I could have sex with Kelly!'"

Suddenly though, the patient began laughing uncontrollably, sitting up to reveal that he was the guys' friend from the bar, Brad Maddox.

Kelly, in the meantime, was NOT amused. "Wait-what?!"

"Hee hee, oh my God, it's amazing!" Brad cried, while Seth laughed along.

"She was talking to your dick! Hah hah!" he exclaimed.

"Wait, who are you?!" she demanded.

"Kelly! This is my good friend, Brad Maddox!" Seth announced, placing his hands over his shoulders. "'Most Likely To Succeed'!"

"Oh, don't you touch me!" the blonde cried, reeling back from Brad who reached out towards her.

"Now Brad here, he'll do just about anything for fifty bucks."

"It's true." he nodded.

"It's not pretty. And that's why I asked him to help me frame you." he explained.

"Really? Is this all you've got?" Kelly demanded. "Your word against mine?"

"Well, don't forget about that guy." Seth gestured to the window, where Motherfucker Jones was spying with the camera he used to bootleg his movies. He flashed her a big smile. "Sey hello to my cameraman. He's filmed a lot of Hollywood hits."

"You're a sick little bastard." Kelly snapped, before giving MF the hand. "You are a SICK little bastard!"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am. Look, Kelly-"

"You want to tell me-"

"Kelly, SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A SECOND, all right?" Rollins snapped, shutting her up while she glared at him. "Now alright, here's what's gonna happen, okay. I'm gonna take a very nice, very expensive two week vacation with my fiancee. Let's call it a honeymoon, alright? And you are gonna pay for it. Then I'm gonna return to a RAPE FREE work place, alright? Because, if you so much as look at my sexy little ass, Kelly, I will have yours LOCKED the fuck up! You CRAAAAZY...BITCH...WHORE!"

Pause.

Seth sighed happily. "Ah! That felt good!"