Chapter 14 – Talks & A Triple Power Bomb
Grey eyes blinked as they stared at the ceiling of the gym. Roman couldn't help thinking about Amaya as he was working out in the gym. It was Monday the day after the Royal Rumble PPV. They'd arrived in Las Vegas Nevada early this morning and Amaya decided she was going to relax in the hotel Suite with Zaria. Roman had been pleasantly surprised when Seth got up and went to buy everyone breakfast and Amaya decided she wanted to have some alone time as they had a nice long make out session.
Roman racked the weight bar as he sat up and wiped his face and neck. He loved getting sweaty at the gym. It gave him time to think about a shit ton of things. Amaya and the relationship he and Seth had with her and the thought of them sharing her. If it were anyone else he would definitely NOT share. He looked over and saw Seth doing hand-stand push-ups against the wall of the gym which was about 2 feet from them. His eyes then went to Dean who was doing front and back chin-ups working on his biceps and triceps.
"Okay what's up with you?" Roman asked as he looked at Dean.
Dean exhaled as he stretched his arms down as he let his legs bent and hung there for a minute. "What do you mean bro?"
Roman shook his head as he took a drink of water from his water bottle. "Dude you've been all over the place since Saturday. It's Monday and you're still all over. What is going on with you?" Roman asked honestly. He could always tell when something was bothering Dean or Seth. Somehow he saw himself as the big brother since he was the oldest.
Dean sighed heavily as he placed his feet on the ground and stood up straight. "I uh – I spent better part of the early morning on Saturday - sort of – having sex with uh – Zaria. We woke up naked and in bed and we just sort of dressed and went our separate ways." Dean raked his fingers through his dishwater blonde curls. "You guys know me." Dean looked at both Roman and Seth. "I didn't have the best childhood growing up. I'm not really sure how I feel about anything. I know I enjoyed myself and I didn't exactly hear her complaining. But I'm not really sure where to go from here."
Roman's eyes widened. "Holy shit bro! You and Danielson's sister? I don't think I'd be able to do that. Every time I was having sex with her I'd just be pictures her body with Danielson's head!"
Seth groaned. "Jesus Christ Roman, you're going to make me puke and it's hard enough doing hand stand push-up without puking already when you add that into the mix." Roman and Dean chuckled as they watched Seth release his body and stand up.
Roman turned his attention back to Dean. "So what do you feel about the whole situation? You've got to be feeling something."
Dean shook his head. "I'm not entirely sure what I feel. I mean technically it's only been 3 days, I'm not sure I can make up my mind on that; at least not this fast. But in the meantime I mean what the fuck as I supposed to say to her? Thanks for the dick obliterating fuck?" Dean sighed heavily once again as he raked his fingers through his curls one more time. He was sure to be bald by the time he was done with this gym session. Roman had tried to infiltrate his thoughts the night before while Seth and Amaya were on their date; knowing the big man had to keep his mind busy. "I want to say something to her but at this point I don't really know that to say."
Roman and Seth chuckled at their confused friend. Seth walked over and clapped Dean on the shoulder. "Bro we'll give you the same advice you gave us with Amaya; just tell her the truth. And remember not to hurt her she is Amaya's friend. Chances are you're being talked about right now. Are your ears ringing or buzzing?" Seth asked.
Dean scoffed. "Last time my ears were ringing; I was in a hard core match and asshole used two garbage can lids like cymbals and smashed my head between them. I had a concussion for a week and my ears were ringing for 3 days after that. I definitely need to tread lightly on this, because I really don't want to upset Amaya or Zaria for that matter. I don't ever want to lose Amaya as our assistant. Seriously this whole month and a half has been freaking awesome with her. I swear to God you two better not fuck anything up with her."
Roman shook his head. "Bro, were doing everything we said we would. And so far she's blissfully happy."
"And that's the way we're going to keep her." Seth added.
Dean nodded as he went back to doing his forward and backward chin ups to work his biceps and triceps. He and Amaya were getting closer and he couldn't help think about her as if she were a sister to him. For some reason he got the feeling that between Roman and Seth only one of them was truly out to love and protect Amaya's heart and the other was out to have fun or have a good time at her expense, but he couldn't tell which one was going to do it. Dean exhaled heavily as he shook his head. He had other things to worry about. But he would be keeping an eye on the two of them. If either one of them hurt Amaya he would MAIM one if not BOTH of them.
Roman could tell there was something different with Zaria for Dean. Dean was never one to show affection or be stumped enough to not know what to say. There was definitely something going on with Dean. Dean always knew what he wanted and when he wanted it and he never stopped to contemplate what to do after he got it. Most of the time he lived by the seat of his pants and would shut anyone down that he didn't want in his life. He knew Amaya being around was good for him. There had been a couple of times he had sat down with her and they had coffee and just talked about everything under the sun. He was growing closer with her but not on an intimate level, but definitely on a friend level or even sisterly level.
Seth continued to work out with Amaya on his mind. He couldn't help thinking about the first time they were going to make love, have sex, romp, fuck – whatever. After the kisses he shared with her on the Ferris wheel the night before at the carnival; he couldn't help but want to share more with her but yet not have to actually share her with anyone. It was a good thing he considered Roman a brother or Roman wouldn't be getting dick from her. He knew Amaya had invited both him and Roman to her house in St. Andrews Bay, Florida. They were both pretty sure whatever happened over the two days off was going to be for their eyes only.
Amaya looked at Zaria as if she'd grown two heads; She shook her head trying to get the cobwebs out before she could even attempt to say something to her. "Are you serious? You and – and - and – Dean? You guys – uh…" Amaya swallowed hard as she thought of the two of them being intimate. "I thought you guys hated each other?"
Amaya and Zaria had been lying in Amaya's queen sized bed as they stared at the ceiling as they talked back and forth about Amaya's separate dated with Roman and then Seth. Amaya had nearly fallen out of the bed when Zaria had suddenly blurted out she'd had sex with Dean Ambrose.
Zaria scoffed. "Apparently we don't hate each other as much as I thought or as much as anyone else thought, because we spent half of early morning Saturday naked and in the throes of passion. I don't know; was that too dramatic sounding?" Zaria asked in a smart ass tone and laughed as Amaya hit her with a pillow.
Amaya propped herself up on her elbow once she rolled onto her left side to face Zaria. "So what does this mean? Are y'all fuck buddies or dating or was this a once night stand type of thing? I mean how awkward are things since you've been rooming and traveling with us?"
Zaria shook her head. "I don't really know at this point. I mean I'm pretty sure we've both been avoiding each other because we're not sure what to say to one another if we had the 'talk'." Zaria shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know what to say or think. Don't get me wrong if he wanted to do it again I'd be fully up for it. That boy can fuck like there's no tomorrow.'
"ZARIA!" Amaya exclaimed. "Jesus, I can only imagine what I'm missing out on with Seth and Roman by waiting, but I don't need to know about your sexcapades with Dean."
Zaria couldn't help as she let loose with from deep belly laughs. Once she got herself under control she looked at Amaya. "I can't even handle one guy I don't know how you got it down with two. I mean have you guys – even – ya know?"
Amaya laughed. "Had sex? No not yet. I think the three of us are ready though. I invited them home with me for our two days off. I guess we'll see what's going to go down." Amaya sat up with her legs folded Indiana style. "And don't think I've got this whole routine down perfect because I don't. I'm extremely nervous about what's going to happen on our days off. I've never slept with two guys at the same time. I mean I had a threesome with another girl and a dude before, but those were my much wilder days during college. Two guys is a little more complicated."
Zaria smiled softly as she took Amaya's hand and squeezed it gently. "For someone who is so nervous you sure don't show it on the outside. But you really shouldn't be so uneasy; Roman and Seth are not a couple of animals – well at least not that you know of right now." Amaya caught the innuendo and looked at Zaria incredulously. "I'm sure if either of them do something you don't like they will stop." She chuckled a little. "I'm sure everything will be fine and it will all work out the way it's supposed to. Just calm down you've still got to make it through Raw and Smackdown before you can even think of getting on a plane with those two and head to fantasyland."
The girls continued to laugh before Zaria decided to head out for a jog and Amaya decided she needed a nap before Raw that night.
Amaya walked walking down the hall of the arena in Las Vegas, Nevada. The guys were in their dressing room getting ready for Monday Night Raw. She remembered being woke up from her nap with a pair of lips attached to her neck and was pleasantly surprised when she rolled over and came face to face with Seth. Apparently Roman was down for a nap and Seth was down for a little make out session. She had no objections clearly.
Amaya had decided she was going to be part of the boys tonight since they always made her go out to the ring with them. She had on black cargo skinny jeans, black leather 2½ in knee high boots that the seamstress Sandra had embroidered 'Shield' sideways down the outside the calves of the boots; plus an all black form fitting t-shirt that said 'Shield' across the chest.
Amaya yelped out as a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed her arm yanking her into a dressing room; the door closed and as her head snapped up and stared into beautiful angry blue eyes she heard the door lock. Once she got her voice back she shook her head. "John, what the fuck are you doing?"
John Cena was seething. "I tried for months to get you to go out on a date with me; months and fuckin months and you kept turning me down and now – NOW I see you on one date with fuckin Roman Reigns and two days later, I see you sucking face and having a good old time with Seth Rollins. What the actual fuck is going on with you? I don't understand. I'm at the top of my game and one of the biggest grossing superstars for this god forsaken company and you keep turning me down FLAT for pieces of shit like that?" He asked disbelievingly.
Amaya glared at John Cena as she jerked her arm out of his grip and crossed her arms over her chest. "Number one it's none of your business who I go out with, number two I turned you down because you're the biggest PRICK that works for this company. You're over paid and over sold. You think you are better than anyone else when in reality you're nothing."
John growled at his ex-assistant. She had a quick temper when provoked and a quicker tongue when she was pushed to the breaking point. "So what the fuck is so special about those two fuckin idiots? Huh? How's come they get your undivided attention? How's come they get to touch you and kiss you?"
"They aren't fuckin assholes." Amaya snarled out. Amaya yelped out as John Cena's huge hand slapped across her face. Her left eye felt like it was going to explode. And she felt his hands wrap around her upper arms as his grip tightened around her arms painfully as she attempted to pull her arms free. "How did you even see me? You were in the Royal Rumble last night."
John smirked. "After I won the match, I took Nikki to the carnival. And on Friday I took her bowling." Nikki was John's girlfriend and Amaya never could figure out why he was pursuing her when he had Nikki Bella. "You really need to watch what you say to me Amaya. I'm not like those under talented assholes from the Shield. I have no problems hurting you. I'm not going to kiss your ass like they do. Because I know deep down inside of you; you're nothing but a whore and you can't wait to wrap those legs around their waists. You know it's almost as if you're dating all three of them. They are WAY too protective of you. Clearly that mouth of your does more than keep your boys on time. I'm just wondering why I didn't get the special treatment." John speculated.
"Because you're not even special enough to shine their boots; let alone clean the toilets they shit in." Amaya mumbled as she locked eyes with John Cena. His blue eyes were furious and his face turning a bright red gave it away. "Go ahead and hit me again. Show me what kind of a man you really are. If you think someone wants to date a guy who has slapped and hurt then you've taken one too many chair shots to the head." She cleared her throat. "Okay, let's just say we try kissing for shits and giggles…what if we don't like it?"
"That's fair enough. So we kiss and we don't enjoy it? I think you'd like it. But if you don't I'll leave you alone. I swear to God. But if you like it you've got to give me a shot a real shot on a date." John bargained with her.
Amaya nodded in agreement. "Close your eyes."
This was too easy.
She watched as he closed his eyes; not seeing the smirk that spread on her face. She cupped the back of his head. "Are you really sure you're ready?" She asked softly letting her breath brush across his lips.
"I'm always ready baby." John murmured.
Amaya exhaled softly.
3…2…1…
Amaya jerked John's head down and brought her knee up and crushed his nose against her hard knee; blood immediately started pouring out of John's nose and onto her jeans as she shoved him away from her as hard as she could before scrambling out the door and down the hallway. She ran into a body and had never been so happy to see someone who wasn't John Cena in all her life. "DOC!" She threw her arms around Doctor Sampson.
Mike had been walking around back stage as Monday Night Raw had started and he knew there was bound to be some injuries from people trying to get even for their match losses the previous night. Injuries that weren't on purpose just some that pushed their bodies too far. A small body ran into him and he looked down as Amaya yelled 'Doc' and threw her arms around him. "Jesus Christ Amaya you scared the shit out of me." He watched as she looked up and she had a small line of blood sliding down her nose and he would see her left cheek was swelling. "Holy shit – C'mon let me get you back to the medical room. I'll call the boys." Mike wasn't stupid by any means. If he didn't call her boys they would maim him and kill whoever hurt her – and in that order. When she nodded he wrapped his arm around her waist he led her down to the medical room and pulled his cell out and immediately called Dean's cell and immediately told him Amaya had been attacked and that he had her in his medical room. "Shit." The line went dead and Mike cussed under his breath.
The doc wasn't all that surprised; not even 10 minutes later all three members of the shield were practically busting down the door to get to their assistant. Doc backed up and let them surround her and surveyed the damage. He watched as the first person she latched onto was Dean.
Dean was livid as he wrangled Roman and Seth to follow him to the medical office. As soon as he walked in he felt sick to his stomach as he saw Amaya holding an ice pack against her left cheek. Dean felt Amaya grab onto him and instantaneously wrapped his arms around her as he softly kissed the top of her head. "It's okay Princess. We got you." Dean murmured against her soft hair. His eyes went to Doc Sampson. "Is she okay? Can we take her?"
Doc nodded. "She's going to have a bruised cheek, but if you keep ice on it; it should keep the swelling to a minimum and she will be sore for a couple of days, but she will be okay."
"Who did it Princess?" Dean wanted a name, syllable anything a picture a nod a point; whatever it took to find out who did this to her. He didn't care why or who, but he was going to beat the shit out of someone tonight. Scripted or not.
Amaya knew she couldn't like to them. They were her boys and they would protect her at any and all costs. "John Cena. I broke his nose." She didn't realize she had a hold of Dean's vest. "He saw us..." Her eyes went to Roman and Seth. "He saw us Friday at the bowling alley; then last night at the carnival. And was trying to figure out why I wouldn't date him. I got smart and he slapped me and squeezed the shit out of my arms so I broke his nose and ran."
Dean nodded as he carefully scoped Amaya up into his arms and cradled her against his chest. He looked at Seth and Roman as they all three nodded before they left with her and took her back to their dressing room.
They would be handling this tonight.
Dean had left Amaya with Zaria in their dressing room as they went to take care of business. They stood at the top of the stairs as John Cena ran his mouth. Clearly he'd gotten his nose to stop bleeding and they used the thick make up to clear up the bruising. Dean had had just about enough of Cena's mouth as he told one of the back stage crew to hit their music.
Seth and Roman followed Dean's lead as they went do to the ring and absolutely beat the hell out of John Cena. He fought back pretty good. Even with Stephen Farrelly –who wrestled under Sheamus- and Ryan Reeves – Who wrestled under Ryback- coming out to 'help him' because they thought it was part of the script. It was but no one knew the beat down Cena was getting were actually punched and kicks they were being landed and meant to inflict REAL pain. Stephen and Ryan were SUPPOSED to scare the Shield members off but then Ryan was rammed into the ring steps and Stephen into a ring post, the two deluded wrestlers stayed away from the three irate Shield members.
The last thing John Cena remembered was being Triple Power Bombed in the middle of the ring; full force and completely unscripted.