A/N: So I decided to make Mox an asshole again. *shrugs*

Warnings include *Deep Breath* : Language, implied past drug use, faggot slurs and implied prostitution. Also, I do NOT own anything you might recognize in this story. I don't own the wrestlers, the companies or anything mentioned here.

Everyone arrived at the arena at around ten AM and they all went to their respective locker rooms to wait for their matches or promos. Dean was booked for a promo AND a match against some dude he didn't know yet.

It's cool, he's used to it. But Seth ignoring him was like a knife in his chest. As soon as they stepped in the arena, Rollins made sure that he never made eye contact with the unhinged man, never spoke to him. Not a single wish of "Good luck out there" or "Kick their asses, will ya, babe?" Nothing and it was painful.

He threw his bag down on the floor of his locker room, getting out of his street clothes and changing into his ring gear. He didn't know why but whenever he would tape up his wrists for a match, it would always bring back some sort of memory, some more painful than others.

[Flashback]

Dean stood there in the middle of the ring while Wyatt rambled on and on about God knows what. The blonde cracked his knuckles as he kept sneering and baring his teeth like a threatened caged animal. Bray knows how to get under his skin. Like, deep under his skin. Deep enough to strike a chord that Dean never knew was there to begin with.

The Lunatic Fringe paced inside the ring, anxious to leave but he couldn't. 'Just stay in character. Little while longer now.'

There was one part of the promo, however, that made him break character.

"What do you have to lose?!" Bray demanded, standing up from his chair and pointing at the blonde in the ring. "What do you have to lose, Dean? I mean-" Wyatt paused, as if he was looking right into Dean's memories.

"Your own father turned his back on you."

Dean stopped his pacing, glaring at the bearded man with an unexplainable look in his blue eyes. What was it, fear? Guilt? Anger? He wasn't sure but he was sure it hit him like fucking train.

"Tell me, Dean, " Wyatt continued his verbal attacks. "Does he still send you postcards from prison?"

The blonde walked up the ramp and he momentarily forgot that the lights were supposed to go out. He was in darkness for only a few measly seconds but it brought up bad memories. Memories of lying down on a stranger's bed while he was covered with sweat, blood, drying cum and spit. Memories of sitting down in his shitty room, waiting for one of his friends to come by to give him his next fix.

When the lights came back on, his stumbled forward when a voice screamed into his ear, "RUN!" before the lights went out and on again.

[End of flashback]

Dean shook his head as he tried to get the memory out of his mind. He had to be focused. So what if Rollins wasn't talking to him? No big deal. He finished wrapping the white tape around his wrists and he stood up, jumping in place to keep him occupied.

He couldn't sit still for one second. His hands or feet would be doing something: Tapping on surfaces, his hands gripping at air, his feet kicking at someone's leg, something. Roman said it was ADHD, that it was because he was too hyper and that his focus couldn't stay on one task for long.

There was a knock on his door. "Door's unlocked." He called out, pacing back and forth in the room. Stephanie opened the door and entered, behind her was a man dressed in a flannel shirt, jeans and sneakers.

"Ambrose, are you busy?" The woman asked, her tone sounding concerned. Dean shook his head, his bangs falling into his eyes.

"No, not at all. Is…Am I in trouble? Is this about me pissing under the ring last week? Because I swear to god: I used a bottle."

Stephanie raised an eyebrow at the statement. "No, this is not about that, though we may have to talk to you about that tomorrow," She cleared her throat before gesturing to the man behind her. "This is Dr. Denzel Croft, our company psychologist and he-"

Dean squinted his eyes at the word 'psychologist' and he took a step back, his eyes switching between his superior and the man. "No, stop right there." He held a hand up and his lips curled into a nervous smile.

"I appreciate the help, Steph, but no. I don't need help."

Stephanie tilted her head as if silently telling Dean not to oppose her. "No? Well, Rollins said that you do."

"GET OUT!" Dean snapped, grabbing one of his shoes and threw it at them, the shoe almost hitting his boss' shoulder. "I don't need help! I don't fucking care if I have to live with five hundred alters! I don't want your help!"

Stephanie shrugged her shoulders. "Alright. But if you want to talk, just tell me and I'll send for Dr. Croft."

And with that, Dean was left alone in his locker room again. He couldn't believe it. Seth fucking told them, even when he knew that that was exactly what he didn't want. He shook the anger out of his system as he went out the door. He first went to the Catering area, where he almost scared the personnel shitless. He gave them a warning look and they all went back to their activities.

Dean got a candy bar from the snack machine and a bottle of Gatorade before he sat down on a table away from everyone else, having the feeling that they didn't want to sit with him anyway. He unwrapped the candy and took a bite when AJ sat in front of him, carrying a plate of food that Dean didn't bother remembering the name of.

"Uh, Dean or…?" She drifted off, not wanting to offend or get a violent reaction out of the man.

"Dean." The blonde answered simply, taking another bite of his candy bar.

AJ calmed and took her fork and proceeded to eat. "Hey, Dean?"

"Hm?"

AJ swallowed the food in her mouth before asking, "How many alters do you have? Are you the main alter or what?"

Dean twisted the cap off of his Gatorade and took a sip. "As far as I know, there are five of us in here," He waved his hand over his chest. "There's me, there's Moxley-"

"Wait, Moxley as in…Jon Moxley?" The Diva questioned, completely bewildered. "Like, from CZW? I thought that was just a wrestling persona."

"Well, yes and no. Like…I-I don't know how to explain but bottom line is that Mox is more than just a wrestling persona," The Lunatic took another sip. "So me, Mox, two other alters that I don't know the names of and Jonathan, the main alter that you were referring to. He's also the alter you saw a few days ago."

AJ took another mouthful of her food. "So your eyes change color when you switch between one another?"

Dean gave her a confused look. "I-I don't know, do we?"

"Yeah, like you have blue-grays, right? When we encountered Jonathan, he had sky blues."

"I never noticed before."

AJ finished up her food and said goodbye before walking away. Dean drank the rest of his drink, threw the bottle in the Recycle bin before going to stand by the curtain, waiting for his cue. He felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and wasn't given a time to react or say anything when Seth embraced him. Dean didn't know what else to do so he wrapped his arms around the half-blonde's waist.

"Good luck out there." Seth whispered before pulling away. Dean smiled at him and thanked him. His music blared through the speakers and he stepped out and the crowd went wild. He walked down the ramp and on either side of him, people reached out in hopes of touching him. Luckily, for Dean, they were out of reach so he slid into the ring without much problem. He was handed a microphone and he paced around in the ring as he waited for the crowd to settle down.

"People say that I'm…crazy," Dean dragged the last word out, almost like he was emphasizing it. "I mean, just a few minutes ago, I was referred to a psychologist for problems that I don't think I have. I'm hyper, I get it, and I'm easily irritable. So what?"

The crowd cheered for him, holding up their banners. Again, Dean waited until the people quieted down to a whisper. "Ever since I was a young boy, I've always been this way. Granted, I probably picked up a few things that messed me up along the way but that's fine. I can live with it."

The promo continued normally, Dean talking about a new feud with Rollins and that he'll be going for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship at Elimination Chamber. The promo drifted to something different, however, and the crowd seemed to notice how dark it was becoming.

Meanwhile, in the Authority's office, Seth watched the scene unfold as he sat down on a couch. The cameras zoomed in on his face when Dean became silent. Seth didn't know if the audience noticed how the Lunatic Fringe's eyes slowly darkened and Seth was out the door before he knew it, J&J Security hot on his heels. They couldn't let Seth go alone, not when he has a role to maintain. Seth grabbed a microphone when he got behind the curtain and he demanded for the technical crew to play his music.

Once the music blared through the speakers, Seth took a deep breath to get into his 'Golden Boy' mindset before he stepped out, his steps calm and confident. The crowd made their hatred for him known but Seth had his eyes set on Moxley, who stared at him with wild, angry eyes.

"What in the hell are you talking about, Ambrose?" Rollins questioned, subtly telling Dean to come back. He feared that this would happen and he was expecting it would eventually. But now that they were in this predicament, Seth didn't know what to do but stay in character.

Moxley chuckled into the mic he held, the sound bone-chilling yet oddly arousing at the same time. "Well, whaddya know? I was wondering when you were gonna show up, Tyler."

Seth froze up at Moxley's mention of his previous wrestling name. The crowd was confused and they looked back and forth between him and the man in the ring. Rollins raised his eyebrow, careful not to break out of character, as he replied, "I think you're drunk, Ambrose. Somebody, escort this man home, please-"

"No, no," Moxley opposed with a mischievous smile on his face. "Man, these people have no clue who you are, do they?"

'Shit, no,' Seth thought to himself, walking towards the ring as Jon kept talking.

"They have no idea that their champion used to work for a fetish wrestling company!"

And there it was: Seth's entire reputation and what was left of his dignity, thrown out the window. He stopped in his tracks, looking up at Mox with a desperate pleading look. He didn't care if he was off-script anymore. This had to stop before it got worse.

Mox looked at Tyler from the ring. Man, this was fun. He finally got to have payback for all those things Tyler did to Dean. And doing it in front of a live audience and the entire world? That was glorious. "Ladies and gentlemen, your champion was nothing more than a faggot who wrestled people in barely-there clothing. Search it up if you don't believe me."

Seth didn't need to turn his head to see that some people already had their phones and tablets out. He brought the mic closer to his lips but he didn't know what to say to make everything okay. This was beyond repair but Seth knows that it wasn't Dean's fault. He would never do this.

Mox leaned forward, the ropes supporting his weight as he stared down at the younger man. "What do you have to say for yourself, Tyler?"

The champion gripped the mic before throwing it aside and running to the safety of the backstage area. But even there, he wasn't safe from humiliation. Some of the superstars and crew looked at their phones, their expressions ranging from intrigue to disgust to amuse. Seth just slumped down to the floor and hid his face in his hands. Joey and Jamie came in a few seconds after him, making sure he was alright.

"Leave me alone." Seth requested, his voice small and hushed so he wouldn't bring any attention to himself. But his security was persistent and he was forced to snap back at them to leave him be and they obediently went back to the office, leaving the Armenian to wallow in his shame.

In the ring, the crowd noticed how silent 'Dean' became once more before blinking rapidly a few times, his neck twitching a bit. He looked around, trying to piece together what happened when it dawned on him: Moxley had revealed Seth's past to everyone, referred to him as Tyler and humiliated him in front of millions of people watching around the world. He dropped the mic and ran backstage, calling out Seth's name only to find him sitting on the floor a few steps from the curtain.

Without hesitation, he knelt down next to him. "Seth, I-I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I just-"

His sentence was cut short by a quick yet painful jab at his jaw. He fell back onto the floor, holding his mouth and occasionally looking at it to check for blood or teeth.

Seth stood up, glaring daggers down at Ambrose. "You think that 'sorry' will make everything okay? Do you think that 'sorry' will make those people forget? I trusted you, Dean!"

"But that wasn't me!" The blonde defended, standing up as well. "You know that I would never humiliate you like that. Seth, I'm sorry."

"'Sorry' won't fix my career, Dean! It won't fix any of this!" Seth yelled back. "I wish that you did die last night! I should have left you out that door, gasping for air until they found you dead! Maybe that would have made my life easier! Better yet, I wish I never met you!"

Seth stomped away, leaving Dean frozen in place. Dean tried to convince himself that Seth was just humiliated and that he didn't mean any of it. He breathed in and out, saving himself the trouble of fading in the middle of a show.

Seth ran to his locker room, locked the door and sat down on the bench. What was he going to do now? This wasn't something he could fix by pretending it didn't happen. He wiped the tears that had already dribbled out of his eyes as he attempted to think of a way to explain this to Hunter. Dean was going to get in trouble for this for sure. Seth had remembered what Hunter said and he was worried for Dean.

He sprung up in his seat when he thought about his conversation with the Lunatic. He threw the door open, only to see Dean sitting in front of the door. The blonde looked up at him with an expectant and tired look and Seth kneeled down in front of him, checking for any signs of breathlessness. Luckily, there were none and the two-toned man felt relieved.

"You know everything about my problems now, huh?" Dean joked, pushing himself up to his feet, Seth doing the same.

Seth nodded sheepishly. "Well, I have to. Y'know, to take care of you."

"Sure that you still wanna stay with me?"

"Of course I do. You may be irritating at times but that doesn't mean I don't love you all the more because of it."

Dean looked down to his shoes and mumbled, "Sorry for what happened. You know I'd never do something like that."

Seth cupped Dean's face with both hands, making the Lunatic Fringe look at him in the eyes. "It's not your fault. You didn't choose to be this way. I'll…I'll take care of this."

Dean nodded and asked Seth if he would be busy later.

Seth gave him a suspicious look. "I don't think so. Why?"

"No reason. I just wanted to know if you'd be up for what I've got planned for later." The unhinged man answered with a fake innocent smile. He started to walk towards the end of the hall to his locker room and Seth spoke up.

"And what might that be?"

Dean turned around, his smile turning into a knowing smirk. He kept walking backwards as he replied, "Oh, you're gonna have to wait, champ. I'll see you later."

A/N: So the next chapter may or may not have smut in it. It depends if I'm descriptive enough to write a proper one. Thanks to all the reviews, faves and follows, you guys. I really appreciate them! They're actually what motivate me to write these chapters, all the research I do and it's all worth it. Again, thanks and I'll see you in the next one!~