When we walked into the arena I was on the phone to Hunter. "Ambrose!" fans called. "What do I do?" Jon asked quietly. I smiled. "Start to walk over" I said. "I'll call you back when you're a few steps away from them. I get to be the heel." He smiled. "Understood" he said, winking before making his way over to the fans. "I'll see you inside" Hunter said. "Sounds like you've got this under control, you know what you need to do." I ended the call and put my hands on my hips. "Ambrose!" I called. He froze. "No time for that!" I yelled. "You've got work to do. Come on!" He shrugged and apologised to the fans before running over to me. "Nicely done" he said, marching off in front of me. "I'll kiss you when we get inside." I smiled and followed him inside.
"Pay up" I said, walking up to him. He grinned. "Here?" he asked, looking around quickly. I nodded. "Right here, right now" I said, not giving him a chance to argue. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, softly at first and then more demanding. "Fuck, I love you" he moaned, resting his forehead against mine. "I love you too" I said. "I'm sick of hiding it. I think we should start dropping hints." "Hints about what?" Roman asked, popping up behind Jon. I smiled as Jon let me go quickly. "Jon turning heel" I said. "I think it's time it happened. What do you think?" Roman looked at Jon quickly, then grinned. "I think she's right" he said. "It's time. I got an idea. Meet me in the locker room. Five minutes." Jon nodded and watched as Roman walked away. "Dear God woman what have you done?" he asked quietly.
The next time I saw him was just before his match. Hunter had kept me busy and away from him, and I cursed him for it. "It's for your own good Jordan" he kept saying. "Anyway, I've made a clause in your contract you need to look over." I frowned but took it from him anyway. As soon as I saw the change I smirked. "TV time?" I asked. He nodded. "Starting tonight" he said. "You're going ringside with Ambrose. Good luck. The match is next, by the way." I squealed and jumped up out of my seat, running out of the room to find Jon.
He was waiting at gorilla. "Hey" he said smiling as I ran up to him. "Have you heard?" I asked as he showed me his wrist tape. "Woah!" He grinned. "Figured if my girl can wear a ring, so can I" he said, showing me the tape around his finger. "You know they're gonna twist this for Renee" I said. He nodded. "Which is why we set them straight" he said as his music blared throughout the arena. He walked through the curtain and waited at the top of the ramp. I took a deep breath and walked out to him, smiling as he linked his arm through mine. "His tag team partner" Lilian announced. "Being accompanied to the ring by Jordan, from Cincinnati Ohio, weighing in at 225 pounds, Dean Ambrose!" He let my arm go and slid under the bottom rope as I watched from ringside. Roman looked down and winked at me as Jon gestured for me to sit next to JBL. I nodded and sat down, taking the headset from JBL as he carried on talking and introducing me.
"Joining us at commentary tonight" he said. "We appear to have the lovely Jordan. Jordan, with Dean teaming up with Roman against the Wyatts, how do you think this is gonna go?" "Well" I said, watching as Jon looked over at me. "There's only one way this will end. With Dean's hand raised. That's all I'm going to say on the matter." "Deans hand?" Cole asked. "Surely you mean Dean and Roman?" "I know what I meant" I said without looking at him. "Don't you have a match to call?" "Doing great so far Jordan" Hunter said in my ear.
The match started to turn when Roman tagged himself in just as Jon was about to hit Harper with the Dirty Deeds. Jon shrugged and let Roman carry on, smirking to himself when Harper reversed it and hit Roman with a clothesline that nearly took Romans head off. Bray was tagged in, Roman was hit with the Sister Abigail, and that was the end of that. "Dean's hand raised, huh?" Cole asked looking at me. "Yep" I said, throwing the headset down. Jon watched as I climbed the steps and got into the ring. "Jordan?" Roman asked, standing up dazed as I glared at him. "This is your fault!" I yelled, poking him in the chest. "This loss, is all on you! You're just a glory hunter Reigns! Let Ambrose do all the work then tag yourself in for the pin. Not happening anymore. Dean, sort this." I stepped away from them and stood in the corner as Jon nodded slowly. "She's right" he said simply, shrugging before quickly hitting Roman with the Dirty Deeds. I walked over to him, smiling as I raised his hand. "Dean's hand" I called over to Cole before Jon helped me out of the ring and back up the ramp.