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EVIL AJ GUYS! She was behind it all this time. Some of you really bumped up on the idea that it was possibly her, and a lot thought it was Seth or Dolph but let's face it, if Seth knew by the time the messages were being sent, he would've snap, crackled and popped like he did. As for Dolph, my poor darling can't be the crazy one. I decided to keep the AJ persona from television on this story. I'm enjoying it to great extents, after all it is fanfiction, and I have the freedom of doing so. I said my chapters are going to get shorter, but I can't help it. Anyways! Enough rambling.
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Chapter 13: US | THEM
"Where the fuck is AJ?"
Dean managed to grab Dolph in the hallways, whom held a solemn look on his face. Without much hesitation Dean only pushed Dolph against the wall, and by the collar of his shirt pushed him up against it. Dolph tried shoving Dean off, but it was in vain seeing as he wasn't planning on letting go. Dean was panting, he couldn't see anything but red. He needed to see AJ, he knew she was behind it all, from the moment he backtracked his mind to the point he got the water bottle. It only made sense. Dolph held is hands up by his face as his eyes were wide; they almost appeared to want to escape his sockets. He was scared, and by looking at Dean's eyes he knew, he knew that he knew AJ was behind the whole thing.
"Woah! Jon! I don't know! I was just looking for her and Big E told me she's not even here anymore. Apparently she headed out for the next show a bit early!"
"Don't fuck with me Nick! Where the hell is she?! I need to see her now!"
"I told you Jon I don't know! She left alright? Now let go of me man!"
Dolph was alarm, he shook underneath the hold Dean had against him, this is what he feared, and the reaction and possible actions Dean would take if he were to ever find out. He was clever, no fool, and could catch up to things really quick. It's what happens when one spent their lives in the slums of Cincinnati. It's instinct, animalistic instinct for survival. Dolph was pressed up against the wall, his feet no longer touched the grounds, and he couldn't believe the brute strength of Ambrose.
Dean sucked his teeth as gave Dolph one last push against the wall before he dropped him. Dolph gasped for air as he adjusted for his collar as he only watched Dean storm off into his room of the hotel. Dolph sighed, as he then combed his fingers through his hair. He knew AJ was in boiling water, and the fact that she was even a female isn't going to benefit her in the long run while dealing with Ambrose. He was trouble, and she caught herself right in the eye of the storm. No, not only her, he as well. Once his name is out, it'll be the worst of them all.
"Fuck!"
He barged into his room, his eyes scanning over the mess of his own clothes and even the remains of food that he obviously didn't indulge upon himself. Hell, he hasn't even managed to warm up the room for it to have such a mess. He glanced down at the chair, noticing the denim jacket that infamously belonged to Vivienne. It was spray painted in the back; rebel yell it says, and had slits and rips all over the place. It reeked of Vivienne, hell, the appearance of it just called out her name. It reminded him of his MOX days. Hell, this woman was a complete parallel of his, which somehow, someway met at the end with him. They were in the same world, the same dimension, even if so apart. Dean felt his bottom lip tremble once more, and all he can do is shake his head.
He took hold of the jacket in his hands, his fingers grazing the bleached spots of the dark denim. He sucked his teeth. He couldn't believe it. Not a single bit of it. For the first time in his life he finds himself angry because a woman walked out on him, for a first time, he's actually manage to develop deep feelings for someone other than himself. I was warned about you, the whole world told me to stay away from Dean Ambrose, from Jonathan Good and I refused to listen, because god knows what fucking reason I refused to believe you were such a fucking monster they made you out to be. But I was wrong you see, you, you are a monster Dean. The worst of them all. Because, because here I thought, fucking crap, I actually like this guy. Like, I actually have feelings for someone...
Her voice crossed his mind and he felt his frustrations turmoil inside of him. He didn't know what to do. He dug his face into the jacket, taking in all of her. That sweet nectar scent of hers; the vanilla, the cinnamon, mint and cigarettes. He groaned into the material, as he dropped onto his knees. He could barely breathe and he didn't care, all he can do was curse. Repeating a bunch of fucks. Through his mind only flashed the image of AJ. Her resting on his bed in nothing but lingerie and he was right on top of her. He remembered the sick grin on her lips, and it infuriated him all the more. He remembered his face dug into her chest. It boggled him. He didn't know what to do with himself right now. It flashed from there, to her pained eyes while they were outside. The sound of her voice, how angry she was with him. Her eyes spat hate.
He picked out his face from the jacket and glanced to the side and noted the bag of Vivienne. And he felt himself shudder all the more of what possibly she could be doing. Just like him, she was reckless, erratic, and if she wanted to go, she could be on the first bus back to New York City and hell, probably move out from her apartment and go elsewhere for her not to be found. She told him over the summer, how many times she's thought of disappearing from Seth's life, or from his.
Dean didn't even want to lie on his bed. It felt filthy. Filthy from the horrendous actions by AJ. He stared at the chair as he slowly pushed himself to it. Placing himself onto it, he then slouched on the seat. Glancing down once more at Vivienne's jacket before sucking his teeth. He stared down at his knuckles and the wall by side him. It was his target for the night, for the moment. He began to pummel the wall with his fists, to the point it slowly began to dent and before he knew it, there was a hole dabbed right in the middle and his knuckles torn and bruised once more. He kept on punching the wall, any spot that didn't have a hole in it more and more, yelling every single time. But it didn't work, the screeching sound in his head only grew louder and louder by seconds, along with his frustrations.
There was this incessant screech in the back of Vivienne's mind, she found herself sulking in the corner of a bar where the music blared and thankfully there weren't so many people here. She hasn't managed to buy not a single drink; after all, all her belongings are back at Dean's hotel room. Along with her cellphone. The thought of it frustrated her all the more, seeing as the duffle bag contained items that bear much importance to Vivienne. All she had in her pockets were the set of keys that she copied to Dean's house. Well, that he made her get a copy of seeing as they spent almost four months together in a household.
The music managed to blare out most of the noise in her head, but it didn't shrug off the images that managed to be poignant. No, it's as though they played like traumatic flashbacks and all she can do is groan in frustration as she placed her head onto the table. How he had his face dug into the nape of her neck, and how she had her legs wrapped around his waist. He was in nothing bug jeans and their fleshes touched so close. The look on her face, the look on that damn AJ's face as she realized she was in the room watching their little love sanctum. It sickened her, the look in her eyes, the innocent dog that didn't know better.
I can't understand. I refuse to understand what would happen. She knew deep down there and then she could've easily pushed Dean off her body, grabbed AJ and gave her the beating of a lifetime. But what good would it do? Actions like that are the reason she even found herself in a court room facing judgment for her actions. Vivienne's knees were shaky, as her legs slightly jumped a habit for when she's nervous. Her index finger tapped on the wooden table. The bartender whom was simply cleaning small shot glasses glanced towards the direction of Vivienne and softly sighed.
Something about the red-haired female's distressed only saddened him. She seemed so broken, as though she lacked control of how she feels to begin with. On a Sunday night, what could someone like her be doing in a place like this? Questions crossed the rather aged male as he put aside the glasses. Seeing as nobody was in the bar but her for it was three in the morning, the old man approached her table. Sitting on the chair before her, Vivienne snapped her head at feeling someone there.
Before she even picked her head up, she thought it was Dean. As though he found her, and she couldn't even fathom how to prepare herself. Her first intention was to just curse his soul with her words, but when she realized who was there, her mouth was slightly apart as she couldn't figure out as to why the bartender was here with her to begin with. She slightly shifted in her seat, as now she sat up straight. Her knees stopped shaking, as she tried her best to regain composure. However, little by little, they shook once more.
"Can I help you...?" Vivienne tried her best asking without a certain edge to her voice. She cleared her throat, noticing the obvious rasp from all the yelling she did at Dean, hell from her crying and the one pack she managed to smoke in the span of an hour. It has definitely taken a toll on her. The old man, the bartender only put his hands up as he smiled. What a warm smile. She thought to herself.
"Why don't I offer you a drink my dear? On the house. You don't look so good." Vivienne shrugged her shoulders, she couldn't say no to a drink, hell especially if it was free. She only nodded her head, causing the bartender to smile once more as he stood up from where he sat and went back to the counter where she managed to watch him pull out a mug.
"Sam Adams!" She called out causing him to only nod his head. He sprayed in the alcoholic substance before steadily he brought over the immense mug. She stared at it with awe, as she pressed her lips at the brim of the mug, taking light sips of the delightful content. She sighed in content, as she felt the flavour dance on her tongue. Vivienne was different tonight, her lips were colored red as they are infamously are, nor did her eyes have the cat eye they normally have. She wiped it all off due to her tears seemingly enough smearing it all.
The bartender crossed his arms over his chest, as then Vivienne took hold of the mug and began to take chugs of the drink. His eyes slightly widen, he's never really seen a woman take such chug, but then again, it's obvious she can hold her alcohol down. He sat there with her, he knew, a little bit, that he managed to help out somehow, some way. She was no longer bearing that solemn look in her eyes, she was distracted, for the meanwhile.
After a couple of rounds, for almost four mugs, Vivienne was leaning. She wasn't exactly drunk, but she wasn't so far from it. She had some sense of control, but her giddiness was obvious, along with the fact that she can't even balance herself so well - while sitting down. The bartender only took hold of the mug and placed it on his lap. "I think that's enough now dear." Vivienne didn't care as she only giggled at the comment. The world was tipping over, it wasn't in balance, and that's exactly how she wanted to feel. She wanted to feel as though it wasn't only her mind and her insides out of loop, or her feelings for that matter.
But that the world was suffering somehow with her as well. The bartender cleared his throat, as he inwardly struggled with his words. "...May I ask what's eating you up so much dear? You know, talking about it could help you to great extents..." He wanted to help, somehow even if it was just by listening, but hell, she probably needed an ear more than a lecture of how to handle herself when emotionally distraught.
Vivienne sucked her teeth, she didn't want to think of Dean or AJ for that matter while feeling inebriated. "You know, I had a therapist for that, and all he did was piss me off all the more."
"The difference between me and that therapist of yours is that I actually am concerned about you, not the paycheck or hour I'm going to spend with you. Please, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'll listen."
Something about the old man was saddening. As though this is all he had to, and the only people he knew were the people that came and left into the bar. Vivienne sighed, as she didn't want to be completely honest with the story she's about to unfold towards her comforting stranger.
"It's about Chucky and Tiffany," She paused, as she took note of the humorous look that developed on the face of the old man. Chucky being Dean, and Tiffany being AJ - of course, after the cursed dolls from the horror movie Franchise, Child's Play. "I thought me and Chucky had something special going on ya know? I spent three almost four months with Chucky in his house taking care of him because he wasn't feeling so good. Chucky and I decided to play this game, between me and him. Exclusive. And it resulted in us sharing beds together, kissing, you know, all that cheesy crap. And you know, Chucky was suspended for being sick, and when he came back, which was today, well technically Sunday... I go to the hotel room and find him with Tiffany. And it was just horrible. Everyone warned me about Chucky. They told me he was a monster, that all he would do is hurt me. And I'm so angry. At Chucky. At Tiffany. At Chucky and Tiffany lying in a bed together... It doesn't make any fucking sense to me seeing as they never fucking talked. And now they are fucking? Like, what?"
Vivienne went off, as then she found herself breathing slightly heavily. Her frustration was building up once more, but then she began to laugh at it all. Hearing it the way she narrated the situation which was direr than what she made it out to be. The bartender only rubbed the back of his head.
"You must really like Chucky. He's a good doll huh?"
"I do. I like him a lot. But he's a fucking asshole. A monster. They warned me old man, they told me to stay away from him. He's no fucking good and I refused to listen. I refused to believe... And for that, I'm a fool. And look at me now. It's not normal for me to like anyone. I've never loved; I've never actually held feelings for someone. I've fucked, I've fucked around. And disregarded men like nothings. And here is Chucky. Doing something to me. And I hate him for it. That annoying fuck." She muttered the last words to herself as she stared down at her hands, as they then clenched themselves into a fist.
She then dug into her pockets and pulled out the keys to Dean's house. She had the option of going back there, gathering whatever she had there before leaving. But she needed her duffle bag. That is only going to result in her going back and seeing him once more. And she knows she won't be able to hold herself back, the temptations of striking him will be strong, and she won't stop herself.
"I'll call you a cab alright? Just hold on." Vivienne chuckled; she didn't understand why he was so damn nice to her, this stranger, an old fool she would think. But she couldn't. She was thankful he asked, she was thankful for the free drinks. Hell, it was much needed.
Before he got up to walk away, Vivienne only cleared her throat, as groggily she got up from her seat.
"I needed an ear, and you knew it, so thank you. And I know I...really appreciate it." She wasn't exactly good at thanking people. The bartender only shook his head.
"There's no need dear. And regarding Chucky...Listen to him. You didn't give him a chance to talk. Find closure, or else you'll remain bitter for the rest of your life with that image laughing at you. It's not exactly a pleasant feeling." Vivienne stood there, bewildered by the words stated by the man, even if she was drunk, she knew she couldn't forget them. It was impossible. He only spat her true wisdom. She chuckled, lightly nodding her head at his request.
Dolph couldn't sleep. It was four in the morning, and he found himself treading the corridors of the hotel. He was in the floor where Vivienne's room was. The whole entire night he found himself struggling with his inner demons. To tell her what was going on, before Dean kills him, or to take advantage of her vulnerability. To seize the moment and have her once more into his life. And as much as he wanted that, he also wanted to help her. He knew she was miserable, by the way AJ described her reaction, and he could easily picture it in his mind. He felt like a monster, no, an assistant in the creation of Frankenstein.
He was pacing back at forth, all of a sudden; his attention directed itself to the sound of keys hitting the ground. Glancing down the hallway passage, his eyes widen at noticing Vivienne whom couldn't even keep herself off the floor. She was tipping over. Vivienne, whom felt as though any second she could blank out, stared down at the keys that fell before she glanced up and took note of a rather astonished Dolph Ziggler.
Her lips parted, as she giggled before she groggily rushed towards Dolph. "Vivienne are you-" He didn't even get to finish his sentence for he found himself eloped in her arms. Vivienne rushed herself into the arms of Dolph as she began to laugh, obnoxiously. She dug her head into his chest, as her arms clanged themselves around his neck. Dolph, hesitantly only responded to her embrace by snaking his onto her waist. He didn't know what was happening, but he couldn't complain, as much as he wanted to push her away.
Vivienne however had little control at this very moment. He knew she internally beaten up by what happened with Ambrose. He could tell by the lack of color in those normally lush and pine green eyes of her. As much as he couldn't handle this, he was satisfied. She was here, here in his arms, not in Dean's. Vivienne looked up at Dolph as she took hold of his hand, her other hand caressed his cheek lightly as she stared in those perplexed blues of Dolph. She then began to lead him to her room. Inside, she still held his hand as she then ran towards the location of the bed as she then pushed him onto it.
Vivienne straddled herself onto the hips of Dolph, whom only placed his hands there as she then leaned forward, rubbing herself onto his growing erection, and fiercely pressed her lips against his. Dolph was surprised by the action she took, but his body only reacted on the fevering lust. It's all he loved doing with her, he loved touching her flesh, he loved feeling her insides. It's what he missed the most.
Vivienne sucked onto the bottom of Dolph's lips, as he then let out a groan, allowing her to then slip her tongue into the deep of his mouth. Her muscle began to massage against his, causing him to buckle underneath her. She could feel all of him against her. The taste of his mouth was revolting. It was so bitter; it didn't have an inch of authenticity, or something she could link solely to him. It was just gum and mouth wash.
Dolph found himself on cloud nine, but was falling quickly. The guilt once more began to pang into his chest, and he found himself being unable to focus on the glorious moment taking place. Hell, even his erection little by little was lessening even if in his mind he begged it didn't. Dolph shook his head, as he felt Vivienne's hands wander down against his waist, as she undid his belt. He pushed off Vivienne, whom only gave out a winey sound. He bit his lip, once more shaking his head.
"What is wrong Nick? Don't you wanna have some fun?" Her word slurred. It was the perfect moment to conquer her body once more, to find himself inside her, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. He knew she didn't want to, but she was doing it for the means of distraction. Dolph realized then, that's all he ever was, a distraction for he. He pulled her away from the conflicting emotions she's had towards Dean since day one. He was a tool, nothing more or less.
"I can't do this Viv. I can't." Vivienne removed herself from him, as she plopped herself onto the bed. Dolph stood up, glancing down at her before he straightened himself out. "Even if I want to, and god knows how much I want to. I can't." He sighed, his heart was racing, and this is it. This was the moment, it was now or never. Vivienne reached out towards the belt loop of his pants as she began to tug them. She looked up at him, her eyes hazed with lust, and misery. He knew, this meant nothing to her.
Vivienne let go, as once more she lay on the bed. "I can't bring myself to do this to you..." He bit his lip once more, trying to muster the words his heart commands he does so. "I shouldn't have allowed AJ to pull through with this pathetic antic. And I'm so sorry Vivienne. I am, I don't know what took over me to help her, to assist her in something so fucked up...But it was for you. I did it for you, for you to realize he's no good..." Dolph muttered, as he then tightly closed his eyes, preparing himself for the worst, but glanced to the side. Vivienne was unconscious. Fast asleep.
He placed his face into his hands, as he groaned out loud. He said it, and she didn't hear a single word of it. The adrenaline in his heart continued to rush. He knew he wasn't going to be internally satisfied unless she truly knew. Dolph sucked his teeth as he went and pulled the covers over the sleeping frame of Vivienne. He took one last glance at her, coming to terms then and there, he won't have her. Even with the pain in her eyes, he knows there's only space for Dean Ambrose within her.
The thought only made him hungrier, all the more selfish, and all the more upset at himself.
He didn't want to go. He didn't want to leave Cincinnati without her. The city where he spent all of his summer, well most of it with her, before heading on the road once more. Dean's anger hasn't died off not even for a second. It was time to head to Cleveland for Monday Night Raw and the only reason he didn't mind heading out was because he knows he was bound to run into AJ, whom he's itching to settle his score with. Dean alas was remembering dreams. And last night all he dreamt about was Vivienne, at very moment outside the hotel room, where her eyes lowered him to nothingness. The image haunted him. Her crack in her voice, and the tears that streamed down her eyes.
Showing up towards the bus where Seth and Roman awaited, the two glanced at one another before they looked back at Dean whom had a jacket that obviously didn't belong to him slung over his shoulders, and two bags. Dean's and Vivienne's - Seth found himself glaring at Dean before he walked inside the bus. Dean, took much notice, and with his temper, he didn't mind the idea of going at it once more with Seth, and this time since Vivienne wasn't around he didn't need to hold himself back. But he bit his tongue. He knew it would only worsen things with Seth regarding him and Vivienne.
Inside, Roman and Dean found themselves sitting together. Dean on his lap rested his cellphone along with Vivienne's. Roman cleared his throat. Curiosity was aching him, and the signs were obvious of what happened but he wanted to hear the confirmation from Dean himself. "Where is Vivienne?"
He didn't want to hear that question. It was the dreaded question of the day. He couldn't even answer to her exact location. Thinking of it now, only boggled him, made him sick to his stomach. The thought of her disappearing, and loneliness being his comfort once more sickened him. He didn't want it, not a single inch of it.
"I don't know. As you can tell, we obviously got into something." Dean didn't control a single bit of his tone, and Roman only rolled his eyes, as he budged into his seat, trying to see what could possibly drive the two to fight, and not talk what so ever. Or for that matter, her belongings with him, and she's not even around. Roman was bothered, and slightly angry. He didn't want anything to happen to Vivienne. He cared for her deeply, like his own flesh and blood - and he wouldn't tolerate it, even if it was Dean, to have done something about it. However, he was giving him the benefit of a doubt. He wanted to see what he had to say.
"What exactly happen?"
Dean sucked his teeth. "How about we fuckin' can it Joe?" Roman bit his tongue. He didn't want to cause an altercation between the two. The stable was already fragmented because of the issues with Seth. It didn't need to be all the more fucked up.
Dean felt his lap vibrate, rolling his eyes Roman, he propped his feet up against the table, and with one hand behind his head glanced down at the cell phone. Vivienne's. The identification name for the number that just texted her was unknown, and that caused his eyebrow to slightly pique in interest. Luckily, her phone wasn't locked so with curiosity consuming him, he opens the message tab for the unknown number. His eyes skimmed over the messages, and his anger found its fuel.
It reeked of AJ - all of it, and it's been her plan to intervene between the two. He groaned as he smacked his forehead, he should've realized it all along. Since the moment she walked into his locker room, talking about a little birdie, and her odd behaviour around him. It was disgusting. It was sick. I thought I was fuckin' nuts. Dean couldn't help wonder why, why would she torment Vivienne this way? Why would she go out of her way to successfully separate the two? What could she bargain out of this?
"FUCK!" He cursed, as loud as he could as he punched the seat before slouching in it. He was going to get his payback, no matter what. He had to, and that's all he was sure about. AJ was to pay, for every single inch of what she's done. He didn't know exactly how, but he knew he couldn't jeopardize his career over some stupid mistake. But somehow, someway he was going to get to the bottom of this.
"Vivienne...Viv...Wake up!"
She felt her body shake, and sound pierce her ears at the familiarity of the voice. Vivienne yawned, as she stretched her body on the bed, her eyes slowly open, for the light of the room stringed her vision. At fully opening her eyes, she realized whom it was that shook her awake, it was Dolph. His arms were crossed against his chest. Flinching at the sight of his presence, she pushed herself back, she leaned against the headboard. She stared up at Dolph, with slight recollection of what occurred last night. Dolph put his hands up in defense.
"Don't worry, nothing happened. I stopped you, remember?"
She shook her head, her memory running dry at the point when she was attempting to unbuckle his belt. She sighed, as she pushed her hair back allowing Dolph to catch a clearer view of her eyes. Her expression devastated all the more, she was still afflicted from what happened between her and Dean. Her feelings for Dean must be true, for her to even display an inch of such emotions. She stood up from the bed, and glanced around the room, and remembered once more she didn't have her belongings, Dean did. Including her cell phone.
She didn't utter a word; she didn't exactly feel comfortable with Dolph in the room. She felt disappointed her actions of last night. Guilt consuming her, feeling as though she did wrong to Dean. But what mattered? The two of them, and their game was over and done with. So she shouldn't feel so damn bad. Right? Vivienne cleared her throat.
"Your brother and the rest of them left to Cleveland already. I'm about to head out myself; I came by to see if you were okay." The statement surely caught her attention. She could go to Cleveland, as much as she didn't want to, to retrieve her belongings from Dean, as much as she didn't want to. She knew that would result in seeing him, and having to deal with him trying to explain himself. Only the words of the old bartender crossed her mind.
To listen to him. Listen to what he has to say.
"I want to go with you. If that's alright?" Dolph was taken aback by her proposition. But only nodded his head, eagerly. Even if he knew the reason she was going was not for him. But for Dean. However, he could only bask in the small moments with Vivienne. Even if they were driving him hungrier - the guilt was little by little depleting and he realized if he didn't tell her soon enough. He wouldn't at all.
Guilt was truly the worst punishment of them all.
At the arena in Cleveland, Dolph and Vivienne entered backstage together. Of course they bumped into some problems with security seeing as they were alerted that a girl would come with The Shield, not that a girl would accompany Dolph Ziggler.
"Look Vivienne, there's something I need to tell you..." Dolph decided to break the awkward silence since the ride over to Cleveland. Vivienne rolled her eyes as she glanced to his direction. Her arms that were once folded across her chest would unfold and rest by her sides.
"Can it wait? I'm going to go to The Shield and retrieve my shit. You have my number; call it I guess or something. Thanks Nick." Vivienne was about to walk away from Dolph whom only nodded his head, but there and then before their eyes stood AJ.
AJ glared into the eyes of Dolph whom only glanced away, and darted her attention back to Vivienne, whom felt herself shake. Shake not out of suddenness, or fear, but out of pure rage. The animal inside of her growled, she wanted to attack AJ.
"And what the hell are you doing here?" Vivienne choked on her spit, the urge to laugh almost trembling within the depths of her throat.
"And what the fuck does it matter to you? Now if you excuse me," Vivienne retorded, as she walked right by past AJ, however making sure to roughly bump her shoulders against hers. Before she could fully walk away, an already irritated AJ would whip around.
"I'm sorry for fucking Jon, Vivienne. But, I couldn't say no, he insisted all night, and well.. I'm really sorry you had to catch us like that. Maybe next time we can be a bit more discrete." Dolph's mouth gaped open as he couldn't believe the comment spat by Vivienne.
"AJ what the hell are you-" He didn't get to finish his sentence. As Vivienne turned around, and stomped her way towards AJ whom held a smug look against her lips crossed her arms over her chest as Vivienne stood right in front of her.
"Vivienne, look, if you do something stupid, you do know you won't be able to be back here anymore right?" Dolph tried to reason, however Vivienne didn't listen to a single thing. She was panting, she was on fire.
"Listen to Nick will ya? He's right you know. You're not going to do something stupid because I fucked your little boy toy, now are ya?"
Vivienne blacked out, she didn't nor did she wish to hold herself back or control an inch of herself any long. As she pulled her hand back and swiftly across the face collided her knuckles against the cheek of AJ whom dropped to the floor like a fly. One thing about Vivienne was that boxing was the way when she was younger she released much of her anger. AJ landed unconscious, the punch was clean and precise. Dolph gasped, calling out AJ's name as he rushed to her side. He cradled her into his arms and looked up at Vivienne with horror. He never knew her strength, and fear only welled up in his gut once more. Not only would he have to deal with an angry Ambrose if him and AJ were to be discovered, but he'll have to deal with the woman whom even drove him to do it, with Vivienne.
Vivienne spat to the ground, by side AJ's feet as she continued to walk backstage. Knowing damn well this would be the last time she'll be able to do so. After all one of the stipulations for her to tour with Seth was the fact that she won't get into any physical altercations with anyone from talent, and well, she violated that term. Plus, Roman informed her that Vince doesn't have a liking towards her, after all he feels as though she's the one partially at fault for what happened to Dean, which is something that haunts her until this day.
At finding the door which read THE SHIELD, Vivienne cracked her knuckles. There was an adrenaline building inside of her body. Never did she feel so good finally punching someone in the face, and whom is better than AJ? The woman whom she found in bed with Dean? She could rejoice if she wanted to, but she was going to save it for when she went back to New York City. Vivienne walked into the locker room. Only to find Roman whom snapped out of his seat at surprised to seeing her there.
"Vivienne! I thought you, I mean, you're here!" He glanced towards her clenched fists and noticed how colored her knuckles were.
"What happened?"
"I'm just here to pick up my crap." Roman nodded his head as he pointed to the corner, where she saw her jacket on top of her duffle bag, along with her cell phone. Right when she took hold of it, it vibrated. It was a text from the unknown once more.
Dean on the other hand was outside backstage, like a rabid dog remembering a rancid scent that revolted his guts hunted for AJ. He knew she was here, he asked around and everyone reassured her. His eyes made sure to scope every single inch of the backstage arena. He had to find her, and he had to settle this once and for all. And speak of the devil, there she was on her phone in a corner rubbing her cheek, talking to Dolph. Slowly, incognito he walked towards their direction. His ears perked up, trying to catch a single inch of their conversation.
"April, Jon knows alright. He's been looking for you since last night. And he's fucking pissed beyond reasoning. You should be careful."
"Nick please. Nobody is going to know. Those two idiots won't be able to figure this out. Alright, now relax. You have to get ready for your match." Dean's eyes deepened at the information he just gained, as he stared down at his hands, slowly began to crack his knuckles as he approached the two. "Aren't you two a fantastic Bonnie and Clyde?" He grinned watching them flinch from the sound of his voice. The right side of AJ's face was slowly turning purple, bruising, and he could only wonder what happened to her, but an inch of him didn't care at all.
"Oh! J-Jon! You're here! I-I'm sorry I left out of your room without a word last nigh-" Dean didn't hesitate as he slapped his hand right over her mouth. His other hand behind her neck as he held her head in his hands.
"Jon what the hell are you doing?"
"You both, shut the fuck up, and cut the fuckin' act." Dolph placed his hands on Dean's arms, attempting to pry the grip he had on AJ. However it resulted in Dean elbowing with much inertia into the gut of Dolph, whom only doubled over in pain. Already he had his ribs injured from the cage match he had at a Saturday house show.
Dolph fell onto one knee as he tried gathering air, but all he could do was groan in pain. Dean on the other hand pinned AJ against the wall. She squirmed underneath his hold as he roughly pressed himself against her. He turned his head and stared at Ziggler, the fear was obvious, as he stammered with his words, and didn't budge an inch from the ground. Poor excuse.
Directing his attention back at AJ, Dean chuckled as she tried everything to remove his hand from her mouth. But her words, her screaming were muffled. "Tsk tsk tsk, nobody can hear you Mendez. But isn't this what you wanted? Huh? And now you don't want to fuck around with me?"
She stopped squirming, as she locked her eyes with his. He gave her a slight push into the wall, as he then pressed his knee against her stomach. Her breathing became heavy. He tried his best not to fully hurt her, he just wanted to give her the hint. That he's not one to be fucked with, regardless if a guy or girl. Normally he's against the idea of ever striking a female, unless she fucks with him. And that's exactly what AJ did, cross the line.
"I know, what you did April," He licked his lips, a maniacal grin forming as he began to chuckle. "I wouldn't understand why the hell you did, what you did. Maybe it's the little attention whore fuckin' striking again. But I will tell you this,"
Dean dug his knee into her stomach once more. "You fuck with me again; you're fucking with the wrong nutcase. Because I'll promise you, it won't be a fun ride." Dean released her, as he pushed her head back before walking away. AJ slid down against the wall as she clutched her stomach in pain. She began to chuckle, as she licked her lips, she could almost taste remnants of Ambrose. She sat on the floor laughing, as she pushed her hair back. Ziggler looked at her, confused, and almost afraid.
AJ felt herself go hungry. Not physically hungry. But emotionally. Ever since Dolph had his eyes set on Vivienne, she's built this craving, of taking everything that belongs from Vivienne away from her. She envied her, because she developed deep feelings towards Dolph, and he wouldn't acknowledge it. And the fact that Vivienne was so fortunate to gain the attention of Dolph drove her all the more mad - for she hurt him. That was the last thing she wanted, anyone hurting Dolph. So the crave once more growled. It wanted Dean Ambrose this time, no. Not want Dean, but take him away from her. And she will not stop trying to interfere in this game of theirs.
She was crazier than he thought.
Vivienne on the other hand was bewildered by the information that was just told to her. She shook her head, unable to fathom what happened. The unknown messenger wasn't the same, impossible, for hell, the unknown messenger fed off her misery, and this one, this one wanted her to get past it. It assisted her. It opened her eyes. Dealing with Dean is nothing but fucking danger, a fucking rollercoaster ride. She couldn't deny it though, the adrenaline was worth it.
Her breathing palpitated, as she gasped for air for she's been running down the corridors. This had to be done, apparently she heard that security is looking for her, for her to get kicked out of the arena for apparently Lee couldn't keep her mouth shut about their little incident. It was all a scheme though, to keep her apart from Dean.
This isn't AJ, the one who's been leaving you these messages all along. No. You can call me, a distant friend of the sorts. A secret admirer? Anyways, I'm shutting up now. Look. Ambrose did nothing with Lee. She drugged him by squashing sleeping pills in a bottle of water she handed to him. She followed him to his room, where he fell unconcious and she took care of the rest. AJ and Ambrose don't even get along for that matter. So please believe me. He did nothing, and I wish I have told you sooner, or warned you before it occurred, but that is in the past. I think I can live with myself a bit more now.
The unknown messenger said it all. He explained what happened, and it would make sense why that night, last night she looked at Dean into his eyes and couldn't see an inch of him fibbing. She's grown to known Dean, especially when he lies, or is telling the truth, and last night she didn't even allow him to batter up the truth, she refused to hear anything, a simple explanation.
AJ drugged Dean, and plopped herself into his hotel room, until she was suppose to come along. She couldn't understand as to why AJ would do that, why would AJ want to try and separate her and Dean? No, why would she want them to stop playing?
Vivienne's eyes looked around, frantically. She was looking for him. She wanted to apologize, she felt like such a jerk for the treatment he gave him. Treated him a good for nothing animal. And it was weird, this feeling of regret. It wasn't in her nature. But there, she spotted him. Her eyes lit up as she only called out his name.
Dean turned around, staring down at the hallway, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him. But they weren't, for little by little, she got closer, she was running. Running towards him. "Sol…" He muttered underneath his breath, this was his moment, he could finally explain himself to her. He could grasp onto her, not let her quit, not let her escape, not let her leave him alone. She stood right before him, as he looked down into those forest pairings he missed waking up to this morning.
"Sol, look, what happened-" Vivienne didn't allow him to gather his words, or to even explain himself to her, as she only wrapped her arms around his frame. She dug her face into his chest, feeling that odd, inexplicable, eerie comfort she feels around him. The quarantined zone, Dean Ambrose; whom was surprised by her sudden action. He didn't know how to react, as his hands were in the air for a mild second, before slowly they found themselves wrapped around her small figure.
She nuzzled her face, breathing in his very essence as she sighed in relief. It was a bad slope. It was all a bad slope, and here she is, trying to pull herself out of it, and actually keep on going with something for once. She always quit half way, and now, she finds herself fighting for something. Fighting for the person she's least supposed to fight for, the one the world continuously tries to pull her away from, whom constantly pushes her away, Dean Ambrose.
Dean didn't know what to do; this is all foreign to him. As it is to Vivienne, but she reacted on impulse, on the adrenaline that courses through her veins ever since she punched AJ across the face, or even read the message from the unknown.
Vivienne slightly pushed away, as she stared up into the treacherous blue eyes that strike fear into that calloused heart of hers, but sets her in paradise. The pad of his thumb slightly trailed against her cheek as she could only grin. Dean also grinned, quietly chuckling before she slightly shoved him.
She looked to the side, and began to rub his shoulders with her hands, as she then dropped her arms to the side. Dean kept a grip on her shoulders as he stared down at her, wondering what could she be fumbling her words about.
"Look…Jon…I'm, I'm…"
"Princess?" Vivienne looked back up at Dean whom only leaned close to her face; she felt her throat tighten by his sudden approach. He licked his bottom lip. She felt his breath slightly touch her face, and the scent of menthol clovers set her heart at ease. Familiarity, authenticity. Dean Ambrose.
"You really fuckin' suck at apologizing." He didn't allow her to remark at his comment, as his hand cupped her chin, as he then leaned in, cautiously, controlling himself for he didn't want to be so damn rough, locked his lips against her own. Vivienne was shocked by the tenderness from his touch, but felt her insides glow almost. This was right, this was what she wants. Nothing more, or less for that matter.
She responded to his kiss, as her hands went to the back of his neck, slightly playing with his strands as she pursued her lips against his own. Dean grinned from the response, her other hand gripped onto the collar of his shirt. In between kisses Vivienne only caught a few words that Dean uttered.
We're not giving up in this shithole just yet. Got it sunshine?
It felt like an official battleground. Between the outside forces that wish to pry the two unconventional, unorthodox pairing.