I do not own WWE the Wrestlers, the Diva's or their families, all I own is the plot and the story. Hope you enjoy and please review if you would like to see more. This will be my first ever story on Dean Ambrose I hope to do it Justice for all those who love WWE as much as I do. Now then on with the story...

Bold underlined – Chapter Titles/Character's Perspective

Bold Italics – Memories

Italics – Thinking (In thought)

Previously on Retaliation - "Dean, you need to down to the arena immediatly." It was Hunter WWE's CEO, and I let out a soft groan of annoyance. What the hell does he want? "What is it?" I asked trying to keep the hostle tone of annoyance out of my voice. "It's an emergency." Hunter replied in a gruff voice. "It's about Renee."

. "Mind if we ask you a few questions Mr. Ambrose?" One of the officers asked as I shrugged my shoulders in response. "Do you have any relations to Miss Young?" "Not in particular." I replied trying to keep the hint of suspiscion out of my voice. "She's my girlfriend." "Do you live together?" "No, we just work together for the WWE. She's a reporter and I'm a wrestler." "What's this all about anyway?" Roman asked stepping up to Hunter. "Is Renee okay, where is she?" "This isn't a matter of discussion with you Roman." Stephanie replied for her husband. "Is she okay?" Roman asked, this time turning to the police officers as they ignored him.

"I'm sorry," He said in a voice full of sorrow. "Her injuries were to great. I'm afraid she's gone." My heart sank at that point and it took everything I had inside to hold myself together. There was no way I was going to let them see any sign of weakness. "What do you mean gone?" I asked trying to keep the sorrow and concern out of my voice.

The two officers nodded to each other and walked up toward me. One of them held out a pair of silver handcuffs and walked around behind me. "Dean Ambrose, your under arresst for suspiscion in the death of Miss Ranee Grace Young." One of the officers stated as the one behind me proceeded to handcuff me. "Hey, you can't do that!" Roman called out trying to stop them, but Hunter intervened. "Let the officers do their job Roman." I couldn't believe this whole shit was happening. How could they even think of suspecting me in something like this? I didn't do it. There was no way I could've done it.

I looked back at Roman with a look of sympathy which only shifted to anger, as I caught a glance at all the members of the Authority, as the Officers placed me inside the back of the cruzer. I let out a deep unnerving sigh as the sirens went off and the cruzer pulled out of the parking lot and drove away from the arena. This can't be happening. I thought trying not to panic. Could Renee actually be dead? If so, why would somebody blame me for the muder?

Now...

Chapter 2 - Guilty Till Proven Innocent

{Dean's POV}

I heaved a deep sigh as I sat there waiting in the small room, and it took everything I had within me to sit still and not move a muscle. Being in small spaces really got me panicky. It was one of the few things I was afraid of, not that I actually would admit that to anyone. The only person who knew that about me was Roman, and Seth not that I would trust him with anything anymore since he betrayed us that is.

Truth was that, I was never really that close with Seth to begin with, even when the three of us were part of the Shield together, he always seemed to have a game plan of his own, so it was really a pain in the ass when he stabbed Roman and I in the back that night on Raw a year ago, but overtime it began to make more and more of a sense. He never really cared about us in the first place at all, and now that he was with the Authority, who knew what was going to happen next?

"Dean?" I shook my head to clear away the thoughts of Rollins as they tumbled through my brain like a dryer on a spin cycle, and turned to see Triple H and Stephanie walking in, and of course the sumbag himself not that far behind with a big cocky grin on his face. I stifled a growl and managed to sit still, while fighting against the overwhelming urge to beat him senseless. After everything he put Roman and I through, fighting against the temptation was hard as hell.

"Dean, there's something we have to tell you." Hunter said gently as he pulled up a seat at the table across from me. "Oh, like you want to tell me why the hell is it that I aressted for, huh?" I said trying to keep the tone of anger out of my voice, which wasn't exactly working. "I didn't do it. There's no way in hell I could've killed Ranee, why would anyone on earth actually think that I would?"

"Dean, just calm down and hear us please." Stephanie said gently as I managed to stifle back another growl of anger. "The reason they aressted you, is because, they found traces of your DNA on her body." Hunter said slowly. I blinked my eyes in confusion and just stared at him dumbfounded. "What?" I asked as my mind started to turn like a hamster running on a wheel. "That's insane! I wasn't anywhere near her when she was murdered!" "DNA doesn't lie." Stephanie said as she narrowed her eyes toward me. "I was framed!" I suddenly yelled out. "I'm telling you guys I didn't kill Ranee!"

"Dean, nobody can actually replicate someone else's DNA to frame them." Seth said shaking his head. "It's nearly impossible." I ran my hands through my hair and drew in a deep breath trying to keep myself calm, which wasn't exactly working. Everything in me was just screaming to beat the hell out of Seth right here and now. "Dean, I'm sorry but until this matter is resolved, I'm afraid we're going to have to suspend your contract from WWE." Hunter said as he looked at his wife and Stephanie nodded in agreement.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I yelled out finally leaping out the chair in frustration. "You can't do this!" "We can and we just did." Stephanie said as the tone in her voice suddenly changed from gentle to stern. "You want to really test us Mr. Ambrose? because we just terminate your contract right here and now."

I was about to respond, when I caught sight of a guard with icy blue eyes and greying brown hair. "Everything alright in here?" He asked poking his head into the doorway of the room. "No problems here." Seth reported. "Everything's all good." The guard nodded and bowed out of the doorway and stepped back into the hallway to make his rounds.

"I hope your ready to say your prayers Ambrose, cause there's no way in hell your getting yourself out of this sticky situation." Seth chuckled and that's when I finally lost it and took a few swings at him, but even as I attempted to do so, I suddenly found myself being pulled back by at least two middle-aged guards. One with black hair and the other with red hair. I struggled against the weight of the guards as one of them suddenly pulled out a needled syringe full of clear liquid and injected it into the back of my neck.

A second of sharp pain shot through my whole body as everything around began to blurry and my muscle's began to feel dead and lifeless. "Guess your right where you belong Dean," I faintly heard Seth say as I tried to fight against the urge not to pass out. "Guilty till proven innocent Ambrose. Guilty till proven innocent." That was the last thing I heard as a wave of darkness now swallowed me, and all I could think about now was, How could this have happened? Where did it all go wrong?

TOO BE CONTINUED...Poor Dean! Will he be able to get himself out this situation? Will he find out who really is responsible for Ranee's murder? Stay tuned to find out more. The next chapter, will feature my own ideas based around Dean's past so be on the lookout for that one. Chapter 3 will be coming soon. If your an Ambrose Fan like me, then please leave lots of positive reviews!