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So here we are with Chapter 8! Maybe you'll find out who the figure in the dark was? Who knows! Also, I thought you guys should know that I'm no longer going to keep up with the current Raw events, seeing as I do want time to pass by quicker within the text. So yeah; in this world, The Shield will prolong throughout the whole thing, along with CM Punk being heel, and so on so forth. Cool beans?

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Chapter 8: Some Unholy War.

"Yes…I'm just calling in regards of a simple question is all?"

"And what is it? This better be good, I'm supposed to be in a meeting right now and you've insisted long enough with your phone calls." Triple H sighed on the other line.

"That girl, Rollin's sister…Vivienne. How long exactly is she meant to be with us?"

"Vince doesn't care, as long as she doesn't get involved with talent, and stays out of the eye of the media. For some reason, odd enough my old man in law softened up to the idea of having her around seeing as back home she wasn't doing so well. Seth spent a good while pleading. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason. So if she's involved with someone from talent, she can't tour with her brother anymore correct?"

"Yes, look, you've wasted enough of my time. I'll see you in the arena okay?"

The line went dead.

You look miserable as fuck darling, why don't ya lighten up will ya?

Vivienne glanced back towards the bunk beds to take note of the small glimpse of light that came from Dean's area, as she then stared down at her cell phone; a soft grin graced her lips. It was early morning, and the four were on the road to Monday Night Raw. The weekend flew by as predicted, she had no time to spend time with the boys, nor did the boys have time to spend with her.

The scheduling was hectic for Vince McMahon was playing no games with the memo. Regarding the fact that she also has to be in New York City every Thursday sort of pulls her away from the boys until Saturday night when she catches them after the Raw house shows. She's had not one second of solitude with Dean, and a part of her didn't really care, but much of her craved his lips against her flesh, and his frame pressed upon hers. She wanted his warmth, that's what she yearned for, it's the most poignant effect he has on her.

Why don't ya come over here and do something about it huh?

Oh, and now you're actually trying to take charge? I'm not really likin' this, ya know I'M the one in charge.

Please Jon, you're the one with the dick, and I know how to set it off if I wanted to.

Ya always do darling, you have a lovely effect on me, and you kind of need to fix that.

Vivienne stared at her phone with disbelief at the conversation the two were having in the early morning, she couldn't deny however, even with him not being there, she felt her body grow feverish. She propped her legs up, leaning her phone against her thighs as she pushed her hair back, combing both hands through her thick ebony tendrils before she chuckled.

I need a kiss Sol. I need to feel that slick tongue of yours creep its way onto mine.

Vivienne tossed her phone to the side, realizing what he was doing with her. "He's fucking with me.." She muttered underneath her breath, however as much as she tried her best to neglect the fact that he was successful at doing so, he was. Her hands wandered from the back of her neck, to the front, slightly massaging it as she closed her eyes and heavily sighed.

"How do ya like it?" A voice creep up behind her, slightly startling Vivienne whom didn't expect it, as she looked up to meet the twisted grin of Dean Ambrose, whom before she had a second to reply, crashed his lips against Vivienne's. Never was he tender, their kisses were never tender. Vivienne felt his teeth form a slight cut against her lips, withdrawing blood and between the exchanges of saliva was the slight taste of iron, her blood. Dean only grinned against her lips, salivating the odd flavor that danced on his tongue as then Vivienne reached her hands up towards his face, cupping it for a mild second, before her hands went behind his neck and pulled him down closer to her face.

Dean was tempted to shift his position, to be on top of Vivienne, but the upside down kiss was the easiest way to react in case someone was to wake up. His teeth nibbled her lips, and her mouth suckled on his tongue each time they tangoed. Vivienne felt her lungs beg for air, as her nails dug themselves into the nape of Dean's neck, before he pulled away. Vivienne leaned back into the couch; heavily panting as Dean only moved away from the couch and sat on the sofa chair.

She felt paralyzed; an electric feeling surged through her body, as she rubbed her thighs together, trying to cause a friction that would ease the sensation. But all was avail, and the look upon Dean's lips didn't even help her, seeing him only lick his lips, glistening his lips all the more with their saliva.

"You…You're a fool!" She finally managed to stammered out, surprised at herself seeing as she barely stumbles on her words. Dean only laughed as he grabbed the remote from the table and turned on the television, quickly making sure to lower the volume.

"What if we've gotten caught? What if, what if Colby had gotten up and.." Her voice barely audible, as she tried her best to both yell and whisper at the same time. Dean, didn't think of it, he reacted on impulse. It was a week of almost not even having a spare moment to hold her close, it boggled him. It ached his body, he wanted to feel her fight against his lips, he wanted to taste all of her, and he thought of it as his only opportunity, hell, Roman and Seth were asleep.

Dean shrugged his shoulders before propping his feet up against the small table as he flipped on to ESPN Sports news. Vivienne slightly grieved, she knew Dean could care less. He would live off the fact that Seth found out, it would only give this push to his ego, however, he knew at the same time it would devastate the stable. It would be impossible for the three to actually function as The Shield with such tensions. It was a warning since day one, even before Vivienne Soleil Lopez appeared in his life, a warning to not only him, but even Roman Reigns. Vivienne is off limits, she's already a mess, and I'm trying to keep her out of trouble, which means relationships with any Superstars. Including you two. The words play over and over in Dean's mind.

It almost scrutinized him, for in a sense Seth meant a lot for him. He did much of his performance with him in FCW, and that helped them develop a bond of the sorts, a trust for they would take bumps for one another that they normally wouldn't with another. It was a system for their performance to always be top notched even when they had that feud in FCW. It's something they took in deep consideration, the performance, the art and craft that is entertainment, and professional wrestling.

Dean glanced at Vivienne once more, whom was focused on the television, paying attention to the winning basketball teams of last night. He noticed how she wore these oddly fuzzy colored pink colored socks, surprising seeing as she's not much of a fan towards the color pink, but seeing the fact that they are small animals, hippos to be specific drawn on the socks, it made a little bit more sense to him as to why she was wearing that.

He knew little, not enough about her, and she knew nothing of him. The thought bothered him, for some odd reason. But he knew there was no true relationship between the two, no commitments, not boundaries. It's just this fatal attraction, the forbidden attraction between the two that feeds off their sick fascinations with one another.

"Vivienne…" He called out quietly, glancing back towards the bunk to still note Seth and Roman sleeping.

"Hmm..?" She didn't pry her attention away from the television; however he noted that she was listening.

"After we arrive to the arena, let's go grab a bite alright?" Vivienne still didn't turn her head, but nodded. Dean sat back into his seat, slightly satisfied at managing to get a yes from her, it was complicated. But food was something she could never say no to. Vivienne herself inwardly smiled, not knowing why, but the thought of having breakfast with Dean fed this unknown feeling within her. A feeling she's afraid to find out what it is.

The cafeteria of the arena was to no surprise full of other superstars whom of course want to grab a bite as well. The four looked around, trying to find an empty table for at least one of them to hold down while the other three get their breakfast. "I'll grab the table, Vivienne, you know what I like eating." Roman softly smiled before slightly patting the female on her head as he walked away. Seth, Dean and Vivienne walked towards the selections of food, as they all propped onto their trays their preference. Seth on the other hand got distracted with the likes of CM Punk and John Cena, whom the three happen to get along on some sort of basis.

Vivienne rolled her eyes, not really wanting to wait for her brother, whom seemed to be going another way. Before she could step away, Seth took hold of her arm, slightly tugging her his way. Glancing towards Dean who slightly piqued his eyebrows in interest, Vivienne only pointed with her chin, a signal for him to go on. Dean shrugged his shoulders, as he took Vivienne's tray which consisted of her food choice and Roman's and went to the table.

Slightly slamming his tray, Roman tilted his head to the side. "What's bothering you so early in the morning?"

"Tch, the fuck am I supposed to know?" Dean bitterly answered, causing Roman only to sigh as he grabbed his plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast from Vivienne's tray. Dean glanced towards Vivienne's direction, where she now sat with Seth, Punk and Cena. Such an odd sight.

"So you must be Rollin's little sister. Why is it that I barely see you around back stage? Oh, crud horrible manners. John Cena at your service." He extended his hand towards Vivienne whom awkwardly took it into hers and firmly gave it a shake. It was surprising, how immense in size his hands were.

"Punk," Everyone knew CM Punk was never a fan of using his actual name, didn't like anyone calling him Phil or Phillip unless they were close friends or families, so of course he would only introduce himself with his stage name. She also shook his hands, tender to the touch, whereas Cena's were rough in texture, she could only assume from the weight lifting.

"I'm Vivienne, pleasure to meet you guys." It wasn't a lie either, especially meeting the likes of CM Punk, whom Seth deep down knows she's a fan of. Is he possibly trying to make up for his douchy behaviour? She thought to herself, trying to figure out her brother, who could really be an enigma himself at times. She glanced towards Seth whom only gave her wink as he bit on the corner of his toast.

"We've heard a lot about you; finally it's good to see ya face to face." Cena chimed in, beaming brightly that infamous smile of his. Vivienne couldn't help but smile as well, that bright personality of Cena's was almost rare to bump around. Vivienne nodded her head, agreeing with Cena. This moment was almost whimsical, otherworldly for her. She should feel use to being around Superstars for she has almost a month on the road with the guys.

"Don't be afraid to come up to any of us if you need anything, especially if you spot us backstage. Heyman wouldn't mind if you were around, I'll be sure to let him know. We're friends with Rollin's over here, so we got your back, as much as we have his." Punk simply stated, nonchalant almost, but she knew he meant his words. Vivienne inwardly shook her head, not quiet use to the treatment she was receiving. It was mind blowing; she never thought 'nice' people existed in the world. She viewed in gray, and the only times there were any shades of colors were when she was around with her brother.

Or now with Ambrose. Whom she always spots reds with. Metaphorically speaking. The color of both love, and hate. Passion and disdain, lust and hell itself.

Vivienne stared back at Seth whom as she stood up from her chair, slightly nodding their heads towards the two Superstars she just met. "I mean, uhm… thank you. I'm sorry, I'm not exactly good at these things…" She confessed.

Cena only chuckled as did Punk. "No sweat, Batman and Superman here ain't gonna bite your ass about it." Cena elbowed Punk whom slightly shoved Cena for the usage of super hero references. Vivienne laughed, as did Seth. She glanced back at her brother. "I'm going to get going now," She faced Punk and Cena once more. "It was really nice meeting you guys.." Her voice barely audible, still slightly flabbergasted at the chain of events. Especially meeting CM Punk, someone she admired for she wished she could live a clean lifestyle like he did.

She left the table, where quickly the three began to submerge themselves in their conversation, at looking back at the table where the four were meant to sit, she noticed Roman all by himself, as he slowly ate his food, a man whom truly loved to savor every moment of every bite. He must've been hungry to great extents. Vivienne approached Roman, whom simply looked up at her. She folded her arms across her chest, and pointed with her chin the empty seat where once sat Ambrose.

"He left, didn't say a word. He's in one of his moods." Vivienne's eyes lowered, wondering what could be possibly bothering THE Dean Ambrose, seeing as he's the one normally causing the pains for everyone else.

"He said where he was going?" Roman began to laugh, in slight disbelief at hearing the slightly annoyance, and concern within the tone of Vivienne. "Lopez, caring?"

Vivienne only rolled her eyes, he always knew how to tease her, and however he cleared his throat as he finished chugging his bottle of orange juice. "Gym I think, talked about beating the hell out of a boxing bag. Let's take a moment and appreciate it's that-" Vivienne didn't allow Roman to finish as she only squeezed his shoulder before she walked out of the cafeteria.

She looked up towards the signs, to notice it pointed gym to the right. As she began to walk, she found herself slowing down, realizing what she was doing. It wasn't like her, and that itself bothered her. She stopped herself. As she already stood before the entrance to the gym, and only shook her head. "This is fucking stupid." She bitterly stated.

"What is?" Vivienne once more flinched, realizing that today has been the day people have decided to sneak up behind her and speak awfully close her ear. She turned around and stared at Dolph whom beamed, obviously happy to see the woman whom makes backstage all the more entertaining for him.

"You!" She clutched onto her chest, wondering also what was up with her, seeing as she's not the type to easily flinch, or freak out for that matter. "You, shouldn't sneak up on me, remember how that faired out last time?" Vivienne pointed towards his wrist, as Dolph only winced at the memory of what she spoke of.

"What are you doing back here? About to go work out for a bit?" Dolph questioned as he crackled his knuckles. He obviously was, as he's in full body armor gear, ready to go. Vivienne stared down at herself, not far from it herself. She wore a black tank top underneath her black hoodie, and yoga pants with converse.

"Not real-" She was soon cut off by Dolph whom simply took hold of her hand, as then began to walk into the gym, dragging her along with him. She tried slipping out of his grip and failed miserably, all the Superstars's training paid off for hell, it was always impossible for her to escape. She shook her head. "Come on Vivienne babe, it's going to be fun. Me and you." Vivienne continued to squirm, though burning some steam off didn't sound so bad, however, she knew Dean Ambrose as in the premises, and that's whom she last wanted to see.

Dean, whom was sweating heavily from rapidly beating the punching bag before his eyes. He leaned against it for support, as the rage within him that developed within the cafeteria slowly slipped out of him. He was upset for he wanted to actually spend breakfast with Vivienne, to try and get to know here better for he barely holds a clue about her. He wanted to know what she likes, what she disliked even if he would've probably pestered her about it. It was almost childish, his anger, but it was barely ever such thoughts crossed his mind, he barely ever wanted to get to know anyone on a more personal level. He didn't want anyone close, and didn't want to get close to anyone. It would be more trouble for them, for everything (in his mentality) he gets close to, would only get taken away from him.

"Ack come on Nick! I really don't want to do this right now? Why not later huh?" He heard an all familiar voice echo through the gym that was barely occupied.

"Oh come on, look there's nobody here but Ambrose over there, let's appreciate it while it last." Dean turned his head slightly, and glanced by the dumbbells both Dolph and Vivienne, whom were holding hands. Dean, felt a knot form in his throat, but shook his head and looked back at the punching bag, as he once more with much more inertia and speed began to beat the bag. He wore no gloves, only had his hands taped up. He felt the pain surge through his hands, but he didn't care. His body fiery from the vexation within him.

He closed his eyes, and he could only picture them both. And he could only imagine what happened New Years Eve. He remember the faded red on the lips of Dolph, he remembered her smear lips. He sucked his teeth as he felt as though he was going to lose conscious, but didn't care. He kept on beating the bag, as though he thought of it being Dolph. What the fuck is she doing with him? With him, out of all fuckin' people?! It's the only thought that constantly replayed in his mind, along with the perturbing images. Dean then stopped, as his eyes snapped open and he collapsed on his knees. He placed his face in his hands, sighing, as he felt himself still feverish, and coated in a profuse amount of sweat.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Jealousy was a factor he refused to believe existed in his realm as he shook his head from all possibilities of that being the case. Dean Ambrose doesn't do jealousy.

Vivienne, whom was doing abdominal workouts with Dolph glanced towards Dean, realizing he was on his knees, his face in his hands. She felt her insides tangle themselves; however she shrugged the feelings off into the deepest corners, even if they casually creep their way back into her train thought.

The two found themselves in some sort of war with self. With their emotions, and understanding of their emotions. Everything was indescribable, so they knew nothing of how to make out of jealousy.

Dean whom finished washing up was in the locker room on his own, as he tied his sneakers. His head hung low as he still was trying to process what he saw at the gym. Before he could even begin to transpire images within his mind, a knock was heard on the door.

"Nobody's here!" He yelled out, knowing if it was Seth or Roman or even Vivienne for that matter, they would simply barge in. Dean heard the knob turn, as then the door was open, and before his eyes stood AJ Lee, whom simply tilted her head to the side, and smiled at Dean.

"You're really good at this lying thing aren't ya?" Dean rolled his eyes, as he kept his vision locked on AJ, whom simply took one of the steel chairs and propped it so she can sit on it. She placed it right before Dean, as she folded her legs before him. The smile that once graced her lips slowly turned into the menacing, smug look.

"What the hell can I help ya with?" Dean had no patience, much less with AJ, whom he barely associated himself with, even in her times in FCW. Her presence itself bothered him all the more. It confused him, as to what are the possibilities of her being here. Hell, the way she even said You're really good at this lying thing aren't ya? Boggled him all the more. The look on her face reeked no good, and Dean had no problem handling his own ground, if he must.

"I think a little birdie spotted something that isn't really allowed, ya know?"

"I don't have time for you're fuckin' games April, spit it." Dean demanded as he stood up from his bench and stared down at AJ, whom wasn't intimidated for one second. She stood up as well from her seat, as she only tilted her head to the side once more, and smiled, before she walked out of the room. Leaving behind a speechless Ambrose, confused as to what just happened.

"What the fuck is wrong with that girl..?"

Vivienne whom was approaching the locker room labeled THE SHIELD would take note of AJ, whom skipped out of the room. Her eyebrows piqued, wondering what could've she been doing in the room. She glanced down at her phone, as she felt it vibrate in her hands. She stared down at the screen, realizing it was a text message from an unknown number.

You're stuck in a field of land mines, dear Vivienne. You have to be careful with your step, and if you do take a step, make sure it's with a limb you don't mind losing. Let's play a game of twister okay?

Vivienne stared at the ominous text message, perplexed at the content she just read, and before she could even reply, the door to the locker room snapped open and out came a fresh Dean Ambrose, whom stared down at Vivienne, whom only looked up at him.

The two remained silent for that one moment, as Dean then took notice of the smidge of concern in the eyes of Vivienne. Before she could even part her lips to talk, Dean only raised his hand up. "Clean up, we're going for a walk."

Vivienne whom wanted to talk to Dean about the message she just received on her phone would only nod her head in agreement, mentally telling herself that she'll talk to him about it during the walk they would take. Vivienne stepped into the locker room as she glanced down at the message once more. None of it made sense, not a single inch of it. Vivienne only grabbed her towel, as she headed to the showers.

Dean whom waited outside of the room would lean against the wall and stare at the ceiling. His mind still perturbed by AJ and her random appearance. What the fuck did she mean? None of it makes any fuckin' sense.

Florida was the complete opposite of the northern eastern states they were visiting beforehand. It was warm, and it allowed her to wear clothing a bit lighter than the normal. Winter in Florida was barely existent, and in a way she was thankful, she was beginning to miss the warmth of the summer or spring. The two whom walked all the way from the arena which happened to be near by the beach, they sat on a brick bench, and stared at the ocean from the distance. The sun wasn't glaring; it was soft, warm, but soft.

Vivienne took a deep breath in, and stretched her arms as she removed her Chuck Taylor's and dug her feet into the sand. Dean only had his legs propped up on the brick bench, seeing as it was spacious, whereas Vivienne in pure satisfaction sighed as she felt the thin texture pass through her toes. It was warm, and even tickled for a bit. Dean glanced down at Vivienne's feet, her toes, not much of his surprised colored red. Red, to his assumption was probably her favorite color. For even her nails were red, along with her lips. A good choice even he thought to himself, seeing as it really complimented much of her complexion.

Vivienne took notice of Dean, whom eyed her feet and she dug them as deep as possible into the sand. She felt her cheeks slightly warm up. "Don't look at them, that's just fucking weird."

"I'll take it you don't like feet?" Dean felt almost too drained from the extensive workout he did in the morning. Much of his energy to even joke around wasn't around, excluding the fact that he's been in much of a rage the entire day thus far. Vivienne took note of Dean's tone, and the concern that she's been trying to budge away only kept coming back, and biting her even harder.

Vivienne shook her head at the question of Dean, as she pulled her feet out of the sand, revealing them once more to Dean. "Not at all."

"Shame, you have really petite, cute feet ya know?" He didn't lie, which was odd, seeing as he didn't really pay much attention to feet.

"You have a foot fetish as well?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever catches my attention I'll always say? Have a fetish in regards of other things…" He smirked as he glanced towards Vivienne, giving her a wink. Vivienne extended her arm to shove Dean, whom only took hold of her arm before she did so. Vivienne stared at Dean, with confusion written all over her face.

"Jon..?"

He didn't utter a word, as his only temptation any other case was to kiss her, and it is the urge coursing through his system, however he fought himself, stopping himself from pulling through with such action. She stared into the deep blue eyes of Dean, whom didn't glisten their normal way, instead they appeared a lot more pensive, dull almost, though the inch of treachery was still within their depth.

"I don't know if you can tell, I'm not really up for any shit today." It sounded almost like a threat; Vivienne glared at Dean as she simply pulled her away from his grasp, she then crossed her arms in front of her chest as she then looked away from Dean back at the beach scene, where slowly and little by little people began to make their appearances. Vivienne shook her head; winter didn't really exist in Florida now did it?

"So then, why the hell have me walk with you?"

"Shit, can't a guy want some company?"

"I'm not here for your god damn entertainment Ambrose," The stage name escaped from her lips before she would withdraw the statement. Dean returned the glare towards Vivienne, as he only chuckled.

"I'm sorry Princess, but I thought that's what we have going on over here, using each other for our pure entertainment. Ain't that it?" Vivienne felt herself slowly grow angrier by the passing seconds, especially at being called Princess. He knew to great extents how much she despised the nick name. The pet name, but what infuriated her all the more was the fact that he said what a part of her feared this thing they have going for about two weeks now was, a simple pass time. She sucked her teeth; she couldn't deny that she thought it. Thought as Dean Ambrose as a simple means of distraction, nothing more or less.

Vivienne stood up from the brick bench and stared down at Dean, whom didn't even dare looked at her. He was doing it again, and he knew it, and for some reason he couldn't stop himself. He wanted to continue, so maybe all these frustrations, and hell even the uprising abnormal situations could deplete, and he can probably find some peace. Peace, and Dean Ambrose, it sounded almost laughable, and he himself deemed it so. He knew peace never could exist within his trembling walls, within his hungry demons.

However, this whole thing, this friendship with Vivienne has brought some sense of peace.

"Tch, aren't you something else Ambrose? You think you're something grand don't you? Well, like I told you the first day I even laid my damn eyes on you, go fuck yourself Ambrose." Vivienne spat as she took hold of her shoes and began to walk away, not caring if she was barefoot. She felt her phone vibrate in her hands as she then saw the message once more from the unknown number, this time it being another one.

It's a time bomb, and you know it, and it's going to explode any moment now? What would you do, save yourself and run away?

Running away didn't sound so bad after all. Vivienne however was still puzzled by the messages, however at her current mind state, where she found herself to be antagonized beyond her limit, at the point she felt inwardly she would make a mistake to herself, and only drown herself more into her madness if she was to stay around. Running away, it seemed like the logical and most prominent solution to her problems. To get away from the WWE, no, to get away from the vivacious animal who's managed to disrupt her peace, Dean Ambrose. The same animal whom bruised her lips, brought her fever, and made the touring life with her brother all the more bearable, the reason why she didn't mind being there to begin with. The danger zone, Jonathan Good, Dean Ambrose. She realized then and there however, that she had no idea of who Jonathan Good was. Maybe he was the same thing as Dean Ambrose? Hell even Jon Moxley. It was all the same, the same man. Though the stage name is an act to a certain extent, he was all in one. But she had no idea of him, she involucrate herself with the unknown, and this was the result. Manipulation. But she had no right to be angry; she had no right to judge, for maybe she was in it for the same reason?

It was impossible, something about him, even just in the duration of a month of knowing, and being around on the road with him she felt this magnetized draw towards him, she couldn't get away, even if she tried. However, today was different. She wasn't sticking around, running away, and disappearing without a word, something she excels in other than running into danger. Vivienne then dialed a number.

"Hey its Vivienne just thought you should know I'm heading back to New York…"

"That's great Viv! We can catch up and catch the night scene right away when you come back! What happened being with your brother, didn't fair out well?"

"Not at, he's been such a pain throughout the entire month. I miss being over there, it did me better than being here. I'm heading out tonight, was wondering if you can come pick me up at JFK?"

"Yeah no problem at all babes." Vivienne forced a smile against her lips as she stared down at her phone, realizing it was about time for a new number. A new number to get away from his grasp. In consideration she'll only keep in contact with at least Dolph, Roman, and of course, by nature and forcefully, Seth.

Vivienne only went back to the arena, where without much of a warning, as she professionally does best, grabbed her belongings, and left, without a single goodbye.

By the beach, she left behind a Dean Ambrose whom only chuckled, laughed at himself, and the obvious mistake he just made. He got up from his seat, and ran back, ran back to the arena to realize then and there at the locker room he was a moment too late. Her bag wasn't by Seth's belongings as normal, there wasn't a single trace of her behind. Dean bit the inside of his cheek, soon followed by growl as he stared at the wall before him, and his hand met it with much force.

"Fuck!" He winced as he felt his knuckles almost crush against the contact. He shook his head, as going back to the gym to beat the punching bag once more didn't sound like such a bad idea. She was gone, and it was all on him and he knows it. There wasn't a single point in denying it. But he had no time to regret, it wasn't a factor in his way of life. He only swallowed the knot that formed in his throat from the frustrations that were eating him.

The taste of her lips, her scent found its way into his memory. In the matter of a month, the woman managed to do something to him that nobody else could've other than the professional wrestling ring and it's been to catch his attention. Dean Ambrose didn't even dare learn the name of a woman; he didn't even solely kiss a woman, and much less have a smidge of respect towards them. He was much of a whore, and he knew it. And here he was with Vivienne, bothering to even text her, consider how she feels, kiss her, with some sort of affection, definite attraction, and now he's here, after chasing after her, realizing he was too late.

She was gone. It was some sort of battlefield the two were stuck in, and both sides were depleted. There was nobody left victorious, in this unholy war, in this unjust action from life itself.