Welcome to chapter forty nine! Woot. This one is a long one and I'm hoping to keep writing longer chapters.
Sunday: March 23, 2014/ Monday Night Raw: March 24,2014
Edited: 8/18/19
Chapter Forty Nine
Angel let out a groan and she fell against her hotel bed. This weekend was super trying, and the boys were on edge the entire time. And boy did that stress her out. She was constantly trying to make sure that all three of them didn't do anything stupid; at the show or afterwards.
"Hard day?" Renee laughed from her bed.
"You can say that again." She mumbled into her pillow.
"Well at least they won."
Angel nodded her head as she pushed herself up and kicked off her shoes. "Yeah but it was almost DQed because of Dean."
She shuttered at the thought of how bad Dean had beaten Luke Harper today. Roman and Seth both had to pull him away and Dean acted like a wolf giving up his kill.
"Well I mean Luke shouldn't have brought up what happened between you and the Wyatt's. He was defending your honor."
She couldn't help but stifle her laughter. "My hero."
"Remember that you're the one who is attracted to him." Angel rolled her eyes as tried to stop the blush that appeared on her face. "Did you at least reward him? With like a drink, or a backrub, or a kiss. Or maybe even by asking him out on a date?
"There it is." Angel laughed as she stood up from her bed and made her way to her bag. "I knew you were doing to bring that up." She gathered her pjs.
"Well maybe if you just grew a pair and asked him out then I wouldn't have to bring it up."
"When was I supposed to ask him out?" She asked.
"Anytime."
Shaking her head, she made her way towards the bathroom. "There wasn't a good time."
"There never is." Renee yelled after her. "You just got to take the plunged."
Sticking out her tongue, Angel closed the door. Though as much as she wanted to roll her eyes at Renee, she knew the woman was right.
She knew that there wasn't a 'right time'. Knew that she just needed to put on her big girl panties and ask. But when?
Tomorrow.
…
Almost out of breath, Angel ran through the Barclays Center. The show was starting soon, and she was running late for the quick meeting she had with GM Vickie Guerrero to talk about the show tonight.
Almost skidding to a halt outside of Vickie's Office, she took a deep breath and gave a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Vickie called.
Angel quickly opened the door and saw Vickie standing there looking at her phone; looking as if she was fuming. "Thanks…thanks for meeting with me."
Vickie looked up and sighed. "Hello Angel." She looked back down at her phone. "What can I do for you?" She said almost absentmindedly. "Sorry, but I'm really busy at the moment."
"That's ok, I just wanted to ask you if there was any way that the Shield could have a match tonight…."
Vickie sighed. "Kane and the New Age Outlaws are very busy as well, I'm sure you heard them at the meeting this morning."
Angel nodded her head, even though she knew that Vickie wasn't looking even remotely at her. "I know that. But I'm not talking about with them. Maybe with…"
"That little witch!" Vickie groaned as typed something on her phone. "Not you…Sorry." She gave a half sweet smile. "What were you saying?"
Trying to find her nerve once more she said. "I was saying, it doesn't have to be a match with Kane or the New Age Outlaws, what about with either RybAxel, The Real Americans, or 3MB?"
Vickie finally looked up from the phone and pursed her lips together. "Well RybAxel already had a match tonight…." Her eyes darted back towards her phone. "Oh, she's going to regret that!" She threatened. "I'm so sorry Angel. I will think about it and let you know in a bit. I just have to finish this…" She pointed at her phone.
Knowing that she wasn't going to be able to get anywhere with Vickie right now; she nodded her head and thanked the woman before letting out a huge sigh and turned to head out of the office. Though as she was about to walk out of the room, she stopped.
The boys weren't going to be too happy to just sit back and do nothing, especially after what happened on Smackdown. However, with Vickie being as spaced out about whatever was going on, on her phone, there was little chance that the match was going to happen.
Then a very Shield-like thought hit her. But what's stopping them from dealing out some revenge?
"Hey Vickie, One last thing. Didn't you say that RybAxel has a match today?"
Vickie nodded her head. "Against Los Matadores…I believe."
"Do you remember when this match is scheduled?"
"Third match of the night…" She sighed.
"Thank you." Angel smiled as she turned on her heels once more and started out of the room. Behind her she could hear Vickie starting to yell about something again and felt sorry for whoever was dumb enough to earn all that wrath from the woman.
Though she couldn't worry about that right now, the boys were waiting for her down in catering and if they were going to make the surprise show at RybAxel's match, they would need to get ready now.
When she got into catering, she eyed all three men sitting there chowing down in their street clothes. Roman was wearing jeans and a gray shirt with a large hoodie, Seth was wearing sweats and a camo top, and Dean was wearing light jeans with a white tank top and his leather jacket.
"Get dressed, boys." She said as strode up to the table.
All three of their eyes lit up, as their heads shot up towards her. "We've got a match?" Seth questioned.
"Not yet." She told him. "But we I think we should go out ring side to cheer on some 'friends'" When both Roman and Dean frown, she smirked. "RybAxel is having tonight against the Los Matadores." She said putting her hands on the back of the chair across the table from them. "I think they need some support."
Dean was the first one to make a move as pursed his lips together and started to punch his own hand. "Yeah, some support is exactly what they need."
"When's their match."
"It's scheduled for the third one."
Seth and Roman almost instantly stood up from their seat. "Well then we better get ready."
As both men threw away their garbage and headed out of the room, Dean took his good old time. Though that mischievous smirk never left his face as he gathered up the leftovers of his sandwich and chips.
"Are you ok with this?" He asked not looking up from the table.
"Ok with what?"
"Our 'support'" He looked up at her, before getting up and taking his stuff to the trash.
She thought about it. "Oh course." She told him honestly. "No one messes with my boys and gets away with it."
Chuckling, he threw an arm over her shoulders. "Look who's thinking like a member of the Shield."
"I am a member of the Shield." She said as she tried not to cuddle up to Dean's warm body.
"Atta girl!" He full out laughed as they made their way into the hallway.
Her head started to race and she started to sweat. She knew that no one was looking, that no one was paying attention to them. They wouldn't think twice of Dean Ambrose the Lunatic Fringe doing something a little weird.
But that calling warmth and the closeness of him, made her nervous.
Taking a quick glance at him, she saw that he was looking straight ahead with that smirk on his face. That smirk alone made her think of the question that dancing on the tip of her tongue. The one that she had been trying to figure out how to ask for days now.
Taking a deep breath, she slowed her steps making Dean slow with her.
"Hey Dean?" She slowed to a stop as the locker room came into sight.
"What's up?" He questioned.
Those blue eyes seemed to stare straight through her and the words that she had been reciting in her head just seemed to evaporate. "Um, uh?" She wanted to kick herself for sounding so stupid. "Um, do you wanna get drinks after the show?" She said quickly, knowing that her words melted together.
The mischievous smirk disappeared and was replaced with a more gentle, half smile. "Sure, I'm sure that they boys would like to go out…"
"No." She shook her head. "No…just us." She blushed. "Like on a date."
Dean seemed taken back for a moment; his mouth dropped open and he blinked his eyes. But as soon as the dumbfounded look came to his face it went away. "Ah! That's what that was all about." He said digging in his pocket.
"What?"
Dean shook his head as he played with his phone for a little bit. "I…I got a message this morning from Renee?"
Her eyes widened. "You got a message from Renee?" That couldn't be good.
"Yep, it said, 'you better ask her out on a date already, I'm getting tired of waiting.'"
Oh god. If she felt bashful about asking Dean out, now she felt mortified. She couldn't believe that Renee had texted him this morning that he should ask her out.
"So, where do you wanna go for drinks?" Dean asked breaking her thoughts.
Her brain seemed to jump start itself as she realized that Dean said that he would go out to drink with her, in not so many words. "Um wherever." She said as her beetterflies that were normally in her stomach, were a lot less aggressive, turning just into just plain butterflies.
"Miss Miles?" A voice that she couldn't care less about called her name.
"Yes?" She mumbled as a rush of giddiness filled her.
"The costume department wants you, your vest is finished."
"Ok." She said still not carrying. I did it. She smiled as she was lead away by the crew member. She had finally asked Dean out. Finally took that plunge. And he said yes!
As they rounded the makeshift wall that split off the regular hallway from the costume department that giddy feeling fell. Her eyes instantly landed on a table full of different costume pieces before locking on the black tactical vest that she knew was hers.
Oh god. It looked more like a corset then a vest.
"What do you think?" A member of the costume department asked as they walked over towards her.
Sweat started to bead on her forehead as she gave the thing a look over. "It looks a bit… small."
"Well, you got to try it on."
She just nodded her head as the crew member picked up the vest and handed it to her. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she took the thing in her hands. It felt just like Dean's vest, only a lot lighter.
"You can put it on in here." The crew member pointed to a small curtained off area.
Slowly, she made her way back behind the curtain to see a small bench and a body length mirror. Taking a deep breath, she slowly took off her button up shirt that she was wearing and replaced it with the vest.
She didn't have the heart to look at herself in the mirror until she finally zipped up the thing. The waist fit perfectly, so did the vest's sleeves; almost everything was prefect…almost everything. She let out a huge sigh as she looked at the top half of her chest that sticking out against the black cloth.
And as hard as she tried to pull the thing up slightly it wouldn't give at all. It was like a perfect second skin. Staring at herself in horror, she slowly buckled up the belt of the vest and straightened out the small sleeves. On the top right side of the thing, she saw the Shield's patch.
"Well how is it?"
"It fits…" She answered as she ripped her eyes away from the mirror.
Forcing herself out of the dressing room; she was greeted by three dropped jaws that belonged to Roman, Seth, and Dean.
"Holy shit." The words seemed to slip from Dean's mouth.
"Um…is that a good sign or…" Her face was on fire as they stared at her.
Seth let out a chuckle. "That's a very good thing." He said as he gave Dean a slap on the chest.
"It looks good on you Babygirl. Not what we were expecting but good."
"Doesn't it." The costume department member gave a proud smile. "We wanted to give her something a little more edgy with a femme fatale feel to it. And I think we I think we achieved that."
D.D.D
"I would say so." For the second time, Dean couldn't stop what he was thinking from slipping from his mouth. This was not what he was expecting at all. Well he didn't know what he was expecting… just not this.
This was a huge change from her normal. It was very form fitting and very revealing. He had to rip his eyes away from the pale skin that was being shown off. This couldn't be what she was expecting either. She always hated how much his vest showed and this…this was ten time worse.
"Do you like it?" He asked as he forced his eyes to stay locked on her face.
He could see as she thought about what he asked. Her eyes dropped down and she let out a sigh. "I mean it's different…But I could get used to it."
I don't think I will. Dean sighed.
"RybAxel vs Los Matadores is up next."
"Crap!" Angel gasped as her entire mindset seemed to switch. "We got to get going." She said as she pulled away from the crew member who was still nitpicking at her vest. Everyone blinked as they watched her race out of the costume department.
Though before anyone could say or do anything, her head peek back around the curtains. "Are you coming?" She asked as she disappeared again.
"There's a woman on a mission." Roman smirked as he started behind her.
A.A.A
"So, are we going full out Shield invasions?" She asked as the four of them almost booked it down the hallway.
"I don't know." Roman answered. "Do we wanna go in incognito and just show up, no music?"
"That sounds interesting." Seth laughed. "How about we come in on the bottom and with no music?"
She couldn't help but giggle over how excited the boys seemed to be about this ambush on RybAxel. She knew that they wanted to get revenge for what happen on Friday, but they seemed like kids in a candy shop.
That was until they got to the door that they planned on using.
The sudden change in attitude really was astonishing. There were no more smiles, no smirks. All three of them had dead serious looks on their faces and the aura to match.
Giving herself a shake, she tried her hardest to match them. She pursed her lips together and crossed her arms in the hopes that it gave her a lightly menacing look.
They pushed through the door without any regard. Not caring who was around or what was around as they made their way through the crowd towards the ring. Though as they passed the everyone started to go nuts, until the entire audience was up on their feet, trying to catch a glimpse of them.
They didn't stop until they got to the barricade. Taking a deep breath, she looked up toward the ring to both Axel and Ryback watching them with horrified looks on their faces. They knew what was coming.
"What?" Axel called as he walked away from the fight that he was in and over towards the corner of the ring facing them. "What you going to do?"
The boys didn't move and inch. They just stood there, locked in their places. In the ring, however, the distraction did allow the Los Matadores to get a roll up pin victory.
"Let's go." Roman said as the bell rang. He and Seth quickly made their way up and over the barrier that separated them from the ring.
Beside her, while not even looking at her, Dean bent his left knee and held out his hand. Which she gladly took and made her way over the barricade as well. Fighting to keep the tough girl look on her face, she stepped out of the way so that Dean could hop over next to her.
Giving her a slightly push forward, Dean slowly inched them up the ring. She glanced at him to see that his eyes were locked on Axel and Ryback as Roman and Seth walked around to take their spots in the back and ramp side of the ring. Once all three were in place, they very slowly pulled themselves up onto the apron. Their movements were eerie as they stood there watching Axel and Ryback.
What surprised her was the fact that it wasn't the Shield that made the first move; Axel was. He made his way over to take a swing at Roman who just jumped down from the apron and grabbed at his foot, dragging him out of the ring; while inside Seth and Dean took on Ryback.
Both beat downs happen so fast she couldn't really see what was going on, all she knew was that Roman had slammed Axel against the barricade and Dean and Seth were going to town on Ryback.
In the ring, Ryback was able to push both Dean and Seth off of him. Which only opened him up for the Spear that Roman was ready for. As the big man rolled on the mat in pain, Angel grew confident that this beat down had reached its climatic end.
Keeping an ever-watchful eye on Ryback, she made her way up the steel steps. Once she was satisfied that the big man wasn't about to make a surprise attack on them, she ducked into the ring and make her way towards the boys who were stomping around the ring yelling.
"You know what we got to do." Seth pointed out as he looked back at Roman and Dean.
Both men smirked and agreed. "Which one?" Roman said pumping himself up for what she could only think was the Triple Powerbomb.
Suddenly Dean's eyes ran over towards her. "Lady's choice."
Angel's eyes widened for just a moment before she caught herself. All three of them turned towards her. They were putting this in her hands. Which surprised her and weirdly flattered her in a 'thank you for letting me pick which men you want to send to the slaughterhouse' kind of way.
Looking over her two options, her eyes ran over Axel who hadn't moved since Roman threw him against the barricade, he was either out or he was playing dead. Then she looked at Ryback who was laying sprawled out in front of them.
Taking a step closer, she nodded her head at the man on mat. One he was already there and two she really didn't have that much of an issue with Axel but after Friday Ryback and Cesaro weren't her favorite people.
After she decided, the boys snapped into action. Dean made his way over to Ryback screaming about messing with the Shield, while Roman gave the battle cry to call the powerbomb.
Staying out of the way she watched as Seth and Dean hoisted the Ryback up onto Roman's shoulders. Just as she did last time, she grabbed once again onto the ropes behind her. Readying herself as they sent the big man smashing down into the mat. However, before she could even steady herself from the aftershocks of the hit, she was scooped up onto someone's shoulders.
Looking down, she noticed that it was Dean who she was sitting on and that he was making his way over to Seth and Roman. All at one time they put their fists together and the crowd cheered.
"Come on!" Dean yelled as he glared into the camera. "Who else wants a piece of the Shield." He puffed out his cheeks with each heavy breath he took.
As hard as she tired, she couldn't help but smile as she looked out into the crowd that was standing and cheering for them. The energy was contagious, and she felt the adrenaline of the 'hunt' and boy did it feel good.
A sudden movement from below her, brought her attention back to what was going on just in time for Dean to lower her back down to the ground. As soon as she was steady, the four of them made their way out of the ring and up the ramp to the backstage.
"One down." Dean smirked as they pushed through the curtains. "Three more to go."
"Maybe four." Seth said making them turn and look at him. "We still need to find out if it was Kane who got the jump on us or the Authority altogether."
The Authority? She sighed. She didn't want it to be them. She had nothing against Stephanie and Hunter, in fact they were the ones that gave her this job. But the more she thought about it the more sense it started to make that they were behind that happened. Kane did their bidding and the New Age Outlaws were Hunters friends….
Dean and Roman nodded her heads. "Maybe we should pay our COO a little visit?"
"Both him and Stephanie are here." She pipped up. "They should be in their office."
Dean raised an eyebrow at her before looking back at his brothers. "What are we waiting for?"
"Nothing."
D.D.D
Dean's head was buzzing as they walked up to Triple H and Stephanie's office. He prayed that he was only being paranoid when it came to how the New Age Outlaws got involved with their beat down.
Kane's known the two men for years, he could have talked them into helping him out but at the same time…Kane wasn't a people person and the New Age Outlaws were some of Hunters old buddies which were known to be willing to do anything for the old member of Degeneration X.
I hope I'm wrong. He strummed his fingers over the US title as they walked into the office, not bothering to knock. Across the room, he saw Stephanie and Hunter having what looked to be a loving moment together.
"Hey guys." Hunter said as he noticed them.
"Look we know you saw what happened on Friday night between us, Kane and the Outlaws." Seth was the one to take point. "So…where we you man?"
"Seeing how Kane represents the Authority and the New Age Outlaws are your old buddies…we were just kind of wondering… you know, where do we stand?" Dean asked needing an answer to the question that was buzzing around his head.
Hunter chuckled slightly as he put his hands in his pockets. "You were wondering what? Guys, what's going on between Kane, the Outlaws and you that is between you and them. Alright?"
Dean pursed his lips as he took a deep breath. It seemed like he was just being paranoid, and he never felt so relieved to be wrong.
"Well." Stephanie pipped up. "Kane is the Director of Operations but if it's vengeance that you guys are looking for…." She said looking right into his eyes. "…then how about we give you a match tonight? The Real American's Vs the Shield.
The words vengeance, match, and Real American; peek his mood even more as his eyes dropped down to Angel who was standing between him and Roman to see what she thought of Stephine's offer. And by the way she was nodding her head and looking at Stephanie she seemed to agree.
"Then we can all sit down and discuss this. Ok?"
"Yeah…" Roman was the one that answered. "Believe that."
Dean followed suit as Roman and Seth made their way out of the office. "Well what do you think?" He asked hoping that his brothers could give him more confirmation.
"Hunter seemed genuine." Seth said.
"Though he did seem oddly calm about Kane and the Outlaws acting out."
Seth shook his head. "Like he said it's between us and them."
Even if he did feel a bit better, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was up.
Though all that was cut off as Angel walked up between them and turned around so that he was walking backwards. "I know you may not be sure about Hunter and Stephanie's involvement in what happened, but we have all the time in the world to figure that one out." She said. "Right now, we have something slightly more important things on our hands for tonight."
Roman let out a small chuckle and gave her a clap on the shoulder. "You're right Babygirl. We have a chance to show a couple of fools what happens when you mess with the Shield."
"Yeah, we do."
"So, how are we doing this?" He asked as his mood suddenly changed with the thought of laying the smackdown on Cesaro and Jack Swagger. "Forget the match and go in swinging or…?"
He trailed off when he saw Angel shaking her head. "After what just happened they'll be expecting that." She said. "I say we go have the real match and show them what should have happened on Friday." She suggested. "I mean, you can always get a few licks in before the match and then finish them after?"
A surge of almost electricity ran straight down his spine as he looked at her, he didn't think he could find another woman as attractive as he as he did Angel right now. God, the mix of the new vest and the way she was speaking his language, it had him wanting to push her against the wall and give her a few licks…
"She makes a great point." Roman said. "You two go out there and show them that in a real match, they don't have a chance against the Shield." The man said sounding like he was getting more and more excited. "Show them that it took all ten men and a surprise attack to lay us out. That on their own they are nothing."
Dean inhaled sharply as he looked up at Seth. "Sound good to me."
"Sounds good to me too, brother." They clapped hands.
A.A.A
With about a half an hour until they were scheduled for their match against the Real Americans and she was making her way down to catering for a snack. Time seemed to go so slow as she moseyed around.
Since they were a last-minute match, they were the last match of the night, after John Cena vs Luke Harper and Naomi vs AJ Lee for the Divas Championship. Good luck to both of them.
The only problem with being the last match, is it always had a set start time due to the fact that they show was live and had three hours to fill. They always planned the show to need some pad time, so that way they were ok if matches ran a little longer.
The problem was unlike any other match, the last match of the night always seemed to have a set time to start because of the fact the show was three hours long and some matches went shorter than the higher ups thought, they had to make sure the pad out the time closer to the end. This is where video packages and replays come into play a lot of the time.
Right now they were announcing the next person that was going to be joining the Hall of Fame tonight, which would take up some time. Then, apparently Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman were supposed to go down to the ring to talk about their match against the Undertaker again. She wasn't sure when that would be but knowing Heyman they would also be taking a chunk of the three-hour show.
"I like the new vest." That familiar gruff voice whispered in her ear making her jump. She turned and looked to see an amused looking Dean Ambrose grabbing a cookie off the table in front of them.
"Didn't someone teach you it's not nice to sneak up on people?" She told him as she tried to settle her heart.
Raising an eyebrow, he took a bit of the cookie. "You really think I snuck up on you? I don't really blend in." He said gesturing to himself. Well he wasn't lying. Dean Ambrose wasn't the type of person that could or would just blend in.
"Still."
"Still what?" He smirked as he grabbed another couple of cookies.
"Should you really be eating junk like that before your match?" She asked eyeing up the cookies.
"What I like cookies."
She shook her head at him. "You might not like them if you puke."
"I won't." He said shoving one of the cookies in his mouth. "So…" He said with his mouthful. "I'm thinking we go to a bar with a pool table, set ourselves up at said table, eat some greasy bar food and shoot down some of the bottom shelve drinks. How does that sound?"
"That sounds just like you." She laughed.
"What does that mean?" He chuckled back. "Do you want to do something else?"
"No." She shook her head. "I didn't mean anything bad, I just meant that seems like a perfect date with you."
A smirk appeared on his face as her phone started to ring. With a small inward sigh, she quickly pulled it out of her pocket to see that it was a text message from the show manager saying that the Shield was needed.
"Looks like they're ready for us."
She looked up at Dean to see him shove the rest of his cookies in his mouth. "Let's go." He said muffled by the two cookies in his mouth.
…
The Real Americans' theme song rang out in the arena and everyone turned towards the ramp to watched as Cesaro and Jack Swagger made their way out with Zeb in the middle.
Angel took a deep breath as she watched them make their way down to the ring. She didn't like it, but she felt a sting of anger and almost disgust as she looked at the two men.
Though she wasn't able to process what her feelings before she was distracted by both Seth and Dean quickly making their way out of the ring. They weren't waiting to get those first couple of licks in like she said they could before the match.
"That was quick." She heard Roman chuckle from beside her.
She agreed as they made their way out of the ring and onto the steel steps that was closest to the ramp.
With each hit that Seth and Dean landed on the Real Americans, she could hear Roman snicker as he had an almost proud look on her face.
As she shook her head at the man, she tried to stop the chuckle that was working its way up. She turned back towards the action just in time to see Dean toss Cesaro in the ring. The ref tried his hardest to rein Dean into the corner to keep him off of Cesaro.
Just the look in the man's eyes told her that there was no holding him back, if he really wanted to get to the man across the ring, he would.
The bell rang and instantly Dean caught a kick from Cesaro who had plastered himself into the corner.
"They're going to have fun." Roman said, while stepping down off the steel steps, trading spaces with Seth.
Holding onto the bottom rope, she hopped off the steps as well. "Yeah, I just hope Swagger and Cesaro don't have the much fun." She said as Cesaro had already changed the layout of the fight.
"Nah, don't worry about that." Roman nodded up to Dean who had dodge out of the way of a shoulder tackle. "Look at him."
Dean was going to town on Cesaro, stamping on him over and over until finally the ref had to pull him away; which he wasn't so happy about as he started to yell and swing his arm around at the ref.
"Get your hands off me." She heard him order as he walked over to the ropes and screamed for the crowd who were chanting 'We the People' to shut up. He was pissed.
Going back to the fight, Dean racked Cesaro's face against the top rope. Halfway down the thing, Cesaro pulled himself out of Dean's grip and stumbled around the ring. After one more good hit, Cesaro grabbed him and gave Dean a knee to the gut. though Cesaro was able to break out of it and give Dean a nice knee to the gut.
Angel cringed as she watched Dean hold his stomach as he tagged out to Seth. Though instead of getting out of the ring, he turned his attention back to Cesaro. Much to her surprise he was able to catch Cesaro in midair so that the man's legs were around his stomach. Though before she even had the time to wonder what he was up to, Seth came out of nowhere and grabbed Cesaro by his shoulders and ripped him down out Dean's arms.
"That was nice." Roman said as Dean got out of the ring. "Looked really good."
"Yeah?" Dean gave a smirk as he adjusted his belt. "The pain on Cesaro's face looked really good too." He said giving her a wink.
Trying not to laugh, she rolled her eyes at the man.
Back in the match, Cesaro had pushed Seth back into the Real Americans' corner and had tagged out with Swagger. Though the tag didn't side with them as Seth started to unload hit after hit on the two men, knocking Cesaro out of the ring and pushing Swagger back to the middle.
After a kick to the gut and two suplexs, Seth reached out and tagged Dean right back in. Without a word, he quickly made his way over and got into his spot for a double suplex. It hit and he went for a pin. Which Swagger was able to kick out of.
Dean didn't seem to mind as he grabbed Swagger by the hair and started to punch him in the head over and over; only stopping because the ref started to count. Pushing himself off the ropes, Dean went for his erratic arm drop and another. He pinned again and Swagger kicked out again.
Angel watched carefully as Dean seemed to be slower more methodical then normal, even when he wrapped Swaggers arms over the top rope, hit him in the face a few times before taking off to gain more momentum for his drop kick. It was almost like he was going slower so that he could enjoy it more.
She shivered as she watched Dean ripped back on Swaggers hair; pulling his head back so that he could reached back and tag Seth in. She was shocked that he didn't have a handful of Swagger's blond locks when he finally let go of the man.
In the ring, Seth picked Swagger and gave him a few good chops that pushed the man back into the corner of the ring, only to make a quick tag to Dean. Which at first surprised her, but then again, the Shield was known for quick tags.
"Look at you." Roman called up to Swagger as Seth held him in place. "You think you're a big man?"
A scream made her jump and look up into the ring to see that Dean, had walked a bit away and gave both his shoulders a nice roll as he gave like a battle cry type thing. He then turned sharply, and those blue eyes locked right onto Swagger…. Quickly he pulled Swagger out of the corner before hitting him with a short clothesline that knocked him down to the mat.
Another pin, another kick out. Which again didn't seem to even faze Dean in the slightest. Using that same slow pace she saw before, he grabbed Swagger's left leg and flipped the man over onto his stomach before twisting the man's legs like he was going go for the Regal Stretch only, he didn't fully lock it in; instead he reached forward and grabbed another fist full of Swaggers hair and ripped his head back again. Swagger was going to end up bald if Dean got his way.
As the ref counted, Dean seemed to only care about Cesaro who was trying to get in to help his teammate. Dean instantly let go of Swagger and went after Cesaro. "Stay back!" He yelled giving a warning swing to the man before turning right back into Swagger, who quickly picked Dean up and planted him on the mat.
Angel gave a hiss as Dean grabbed at his stomach. Surly his stomach was still feeling the effects from what happened on Friday. Not caring about that, Cesaro picked him up and hit him over and over with uppercut after uppercut.
After Cesaro got Dean back into the corner, he turned and started taunt Seth. And though the man stood over her, she couldn't focus on him. Her eyes were locked on Dean who took one step out of the corner before falling right on his face.
She covered her mouth as she watched Dean try to crawl is way towards the ropes, only for Cesaro to take off across the ring and jump up, landing both feet down on Dean's back.
"Oh god." She gasped as his face scrunched up in pain.
"He's got this." Roman said putting a hand on her shoulder. "He's got this."
Trying to believe him, she nodded as Cesaro went for the pin, only for Dean to kick out.
She hoped that if he had the strength to kick out, he had the strength to make it over to Seth and tag out. However, when Cesaro let him go, he didn't even try to reach toward Seth. Instead, Dean went for the ropes and draped himself over the seconds. She wasn't surprised, when Cesaro went over and used his legs to choke Dean with the ropes.
The crowd started to echo with 'We the People' chants and it almost made her heart sink. Part of her knew that the WWE Universe just liked to chant, liked to be heard. It's why the 'what' chant was a thing and why people chanted for things that had no point to the match, but part of her mood slipped as she heard the crowd side with the other team.
A tag on the other side of the ring got Swagger back into the match, which ended up with him getting hand fed Dean for a belly to belly suplex. Dean hit the mat, and Swagger went for a pin. Though once again Dean was able to break the pin.
Still cutting the ring in half, Swagger pushed Dean so that he rolled towards their corner before, backing up. Keeping one eye on Dean and the other on Seth he took off across the ring, used the ropes to push himself up and then frog slashed right onto Dean. Somewhere in that mess, Cesaro was able to tag off Swagger and got into the ring to leapfrog over Swagger and land both feet down on Dean's chest.
"Oooh." Angel couldn't help but look away as she rubbed her own chest. This was just like they had done on Smackdown. And she imagined that it probably hurt twice as much as it did then, since he had been working all weekend.
God the more hits he took the more she started to wonder if Dean was going to be able to make their date tonight. Not that she would blame him if he wasn't.
After kicking out of yet another pin, Cesaro put him into a headlock. She watched in horror as Dean's face grew red. His chest heaved and his arms flung out as he tried to get out of the hold. Looking like he was struggling to breath, Dean ripped at Cesaro's arm.
"Come on Ambrose!" Seth shocked her as he called out followed by Roman smacking his hands on the apron. "Come on!"
"Come on Dean!" She joined in the cheering. "You got this!"
"There you go." Seth nodded his head as Dean slowly made his way to his feet. "There he goes."
"Get him!" She yelled as Dean broke the hold with two good elbows to the gut. Though even as he was able to get out of the headlock, Cesaro was able to Irish Whip him face first into their corner. Dean hit off the turnbuckles and slammed right down onto the mat.
"Shit." She heard Seth mumble to himself as he walked the apron a bit.
It was Swaggers turn in the ring and he looked like he was going to go for the Swagger Bomb again, only this time as he came slamming down towards Dean, Dean was able to get his feet up just in time. As Swagger stumbled backwards, Dean went for the ropes.
"Stay back!" He yelled as he kicked Cesaro through the ropes before lifting himself up to the second one.
She cocked her head as he stood there for a moment waiting for Swagger to stand up. What on Earth? She questioned as Dean pushed himself from the ropes, twisting himself in midair before hitting Swagger with an elbow to the chest.
The moment that Dean landed on the mat, Seth started to stomp on the steel steps, the apron, anything and everything to let Dean know that he wanted into this fight.
"Let him in!" Roman yelled as he pointed to Seth.
Clapping her hands together, Angel practically bounced on her feet as she watched Dean make his way towards Seth.
"Come on reach!" Seth yelled at him.
Though before Dean could make it to Seth, Swagger tagged in Cesaro. "Dean, watch out!" She screamed as Cesaro took off across the ring. The man passed by Dean without a care in the world and went right for Seth, kicking him off the apron and sending him sprawling to the floor.
"Seth!" She quickly made her way over to Seth who was holding his head. "Seth?"
"God damn it." She heard him say as he wiggled around in pain.
"You ok?" She asked, knowing that it was a stupid thing to ask.
Before she was able to get her answer, the sound of a huge hit against the mat, made her look up to see that Dean was on his back with Cesaro leaning over him.
Her eyes widened as she saw him lock Dean's legs under his arms.
"Oh no." She quickly glanced from Seth to Dean. One member was laying on the floor the other was going to be going for a ride on the Cesaro Swing. The crowd went nuts, but she couldn't hear them all she could do was watch as it looked like Dean accepted his fate.
She bit her lips and clench her hands together until her knuckles went white as she watched Dean spin around and around while the crowd counted. At around the count of fourteen Dean seemed to give up and let his arm swing freely, and then much to her surprise he started to throw punches into the air. Like the swinging wasn't bothering him at all.
The crowd got to the count of twenty and Cesaro finally let Dean go. He hit the mat and didn't move. As much as he could put up a front by playing around, she knew that he was most certainly feeling the effects of the swing.
In fact, he was feeling it so much that Seth had to break up the pin.
Once the pin was broken, Seth didn't get out of the ring; instead he started to go to town on Cesaro to the point that the ref had to pull him away and push him back towards the Shield's corner.
"Seth get out of here." The ref told him as Seth fought back. "Seth!"
D.D.D
I'm going to hurl. Dean sighed as he tired his hardest to get the world to stop spinning around and around and around and around. Groaning and clenching his eyes shut, he pulled himself up with the ropes. Though being vertical was worse than horizonal as all the blood rushed from his head.
Black spots filled his vision for a moment and his stomach was now really contemplating chucking up those cookies from before; though before he could focus on getting his vision back or quell over whether or not he was going to puke, something blasted him in the face and send his body flying backwards.
The next thing he knew he was laying on the ground, his head now spinning for two reasons. At least the pain made his stomach forget about wanting to upchuck.
Suddenly he felt something grab both of his hands and his feet before he was picked up from the mat. The black dots still didn't let him see what really was going on, but he could make out that the one holding his feet was Cesaro because of the shine off of his head.
His body swayed back in forth and he realized what was going to happen. Though he could barely move to fight out of it because the swing had the already upset contents of his stomach sloughing about. He had to focus on ignoring the need to hurl more then the thought of the impending pain, that was until it happened.
Pain racked his body as he felt himself smash into what he thought was the barricade. Fucking hell. He grunted as he blacked out.
Dean didn't come too until he was already in the ring and Swagger was standing over him holding his feet. This is not how I wanted to be woken up. He sighed.
Using all the strength he could muster, he kicked Swagger away; even as the pressure to his side felt like knives.
Once he had a small opening, he slowly flipped over on his hands and knees, his eyes locking onto Seth who was leaning over the ropes trying to get to him. Though before he could move, someone warped their arms around his waist and flattened him to the mat, by literally laying on his head.
Can't breathe, need to breathe. He groaned as he tried to push Cesaro off his back.
"What do you say Dean?"
"No." He managed to rasp out.
"Come on, Dean." Cesaro mocked him. "What's wrong?"
"You're fucking heavy that's what's wrong."
There a moment of pause and then an explosion of pain bounced through his skull. But it seemed to be just what he needed. The pain woke him up even more, or at least to the point that his limbs were finally starting to listen to him again. Which was good.
"Let's go Shield!" He heard the crowd cheered as he slowly fought his way to his feet, using a few jabs to the stomach to help with the process.
As soon as he got to his feet, Cesaro went for one of those uppercuts that he loves to do, though with more luck then skill Dean was able to grab the man's arm and get him into a backslide.
As much as he kind of hoped that he would be able to finish the match this way, Dean wasn't surprised when Cesaro was able to kick out of the pin. Breaking away from the man, he tried to get to his feet. However, Cesaro kicked them out from under him.
"Huh? Let's go Shield huh?" Cesaro mocked the crowd. Dean lifted his head and prepared for the chop that he was about to receive, only to feel a stinging slap hit his cheek.
Wrong move.
Dean could handle a lot of things, a lot of pain. Punch him, scratch him, kick him, throw him; anything, but the one thing he couldn't stand. The one thing that really cranked him up was being disrespected… and in wrestling a slap to the face was the most disrespectful thing that you could do.
Anger built until he couldn't hold it and he started to laugh as he smacked his hand onto the mat. Cesaro reached down and grabbed his face again, pulling him back for another slap; which only fueled the fire even more. Giving another smack to the mat, he turned towards Cesaro who was still trying to taunt him.
"Come on!" Dean yelled as he smacked himself in the face over and over. Each smack brought him closer and closer that that line that he tried to tip toe around. "Is that all you got! I can hit myself harder than that!"
That's when he felt the sting of another slap to the face.
"What was a bit mistake." He smirked as he rose to his feet. My turn. He started swinging his arms not giving a care in the world, where they hit Cesaro. Just as long as they did.
He was about to give himself over to blinding rage that he had bottled up inside him for so long, only for his vision to be filled with the bottom of Cesaro's boot.
The hit sent him flying backwards towards the ropes, instinct took over as he grabbed ahold of both the top and middle rope, just stopping himself from falling out of the ring.
Using the momentum of pulling himself back into the ring, he charged towards Cesaro with a clothesline that he put his full body behind, letting himself fall. The way his body bounced off the mat, made everything that happen to him before coming rushing back in one go. He didn't even know which way he was facing anymore; all he could do was reach out and hope that he would get to Seth.
"Dean!" He heard his name being called from somewhere behind him, however turning around to figure out where was proving to be a struggle. "Come on Dean!"
"Come on!" He heard Seth call as he rolled himself up around to that he could push himself up onto his knees.
Blinking, he saw what looked like a shadowy figure of Seth standing there with his arms outstretched and that was enough for him, with a last-ditch effort he threw himself towards the figure and his hand connected with something.
"Tag!" He heard the ref call before he quickly rolled out onto the floor.
God, did it feel good to lay on the ground for a bit. He gave his back stretch and groaned as he felt his spine pop into place. He exhaled as the pressure in his back eased.
"Hey man, you ok?" Roman asked.
"Just peachy." He groaned.
"You certainly look it." He heard Angel sigh.
Peeking out of one eye, he saw her sitting there next to him. "Hey." He waved.
"Really?" She raised an eyebrow.
"What?" He smiled slightly as he rolled himself up onto his knees. "Can't I say hi?"
He heard her sigh again as she placed a hand on his back. Though before he could savor that delicious feeling of her heat running through his shirt and skin, his attentions were drawn back to the ring where Swagger had kicked out of a pin.
Giving a shake of his head, he propped himself up on the steps, only to see Swagger spill out onto the floor next to him.
"Fancy seeing you here."
"Shut up, Dean." Cesaro groaned as he stood up.
A quick realization hit him as he noticed that Angel was sitting standing next to him. As fast as he could muster, Dean pushed himself to his feet but before he move to make sure he was between her and Cesaro, Roman had. Thank you, brother.
Like a blur of black and a streak of blond, Seth came flying through the ropes and into Cesaro sending him flying over the barricade and into the crowd so only his legs were dangling over the thing.
And before anyone could acknowledge what just happened, Seth disappeared across the ring and out to the other side.
"Seth's having fun." Roman stated.
They both watched as Seth spring boarded himself up and over the ropes so that his knee hit right into the side of Swaggers face. Seth went for a pin and Cesaro came in and broke it.
That's just won't do.
A.A.A
Angel jumped as Dean suddenly pushed away from the steps and made his way into the ring. Her eyes widening as he jumped and landed on Cesaro, sending the man down to the mat while he laid hit after hit as he did.
How did he still have so much energy? It was shocking. Had her baffled even as Dean was flung up and over the ropes.
As she moved to check on him, Seth threw Cesaro out of the ring and turned towards Swagger. Though before Seth was able to do anything, Swagger threw him up into the air and catch him in the Patriot Lock.
Not sure what to do, Angel watched as Seth bucked franticly to get Swagger off of him. When that didn't work, she watched as he turned himself somehow and grabbed onto the bottom rope.
Though Swagger didn't let go of the man, he just reached down and grabbed both of Seth's legs and tried his very hardest to pull him off the ropes. Someone how, Seth let the man pull him, only to flip up in the air and land on his feet before going for an enzuigiri which landed hard on the side of Swaggers face.
This is it. A huge smile came to her face as Seth leaped into the air once more for the curb stomp.
One. Two. Three. Ding. Ding. Ding.
Excitement ran through her as the Dean and Seth were announced the winners. She clapped her hands as she started around the ring to find Dean.
Before she made it to him, Cesaro came and hit Seth in the back.
"That's not going to fly." Roman growled.
As Roman slid into the ring, Cesaro grabbed Seth and threw him out on the other side. She watched as Roman gave the man a look that said 'you shouldn't have done that' before hitting him with a Superman Punch.
Shaking her head, Angel quickly made her way around the ring to find Dean was making his way to his feet. "You alright?" She called over the screaming fans that grew ten times louder as Roman hit Cesaro with a spear in the front of the ring.
"Yeah I'm good." He smirked as he watched his friend.
Looking around the arena, she swiftly got caught up in all the emotion and raw energy of what was going on. This match was supposed to be a way of getting 'vengeance' on The Real Americans for what they did. So why not end the show with a bang!
"Wanna finish this on a high note?" She asked looking up at Dean.
Dean's eyes dropped down to her. "What do you have in mind?"
Knowing that a second Triple Powerbomb wasn't going to have the same effect as the first one, Angel tried to think of a plan. As if willed by something, her eyes flickered over to the announce table. Dean turned to see where she was looking before turning back towards her.
Without another word to each other, Dean stepped up to Roman who was celebrating the well-placed spear. "We have an idea!' He yelled before tearing back around towards her.
Their eyes met and he gave a nod. Adrenaline pulsed through Angel as she turned around and grabbed the top overlay of the announce table, looking both JBL and Cole in the eyes, she ripped the things off.
Stepping away form the table, Angel hoped up onto the apron and watched the destruction around her. Seth was clearing off the table, Dean was thrashing about, throwing things, kicking and yelling; all while Roman hyped himself up for what was to come.
Slowly a smile came to her face as the energy from both the crowd and the boys drove her excitement higher and higher. Holding onto the ropes, she slid down so that she was sitting on the apron and laughed as she started to swing her legs.
Once again, Roman's battle cry rang out, while Seth and Dean got Cesaro ready. After the boys had him situated, Roman turned towards them and helped get Cesaro up onto his shoulder.
She couldn't help it as the smile on her face grew. With the help of the crowd, she threw her arms up and counted to three. On cue, Cesaro was sent crashing down through the table. The crash was loud, but the crowds cheer was louder as all three men paraded around, proud of what they had just done.
Clapping her hands, her eyes landed on Dean as he walked over towards her. He gave a quick pat on the leg before rolling into the ring. Without words she knew what he was telling her. Get in the ring.
Pulling herself up to her feet and ducked under the ropes and met the boys in the middle for the fist bump. Though as they stepped in line, an explosion sounded through the arena and Kane's music hit.
All of the good feelings drained out of her as she watched Kane and the New Age Outlaws make their way onto the stage.
"Angel, stay back!" Dean yelled over his shoulder the three of them walked up to the ropes.
What's going on? What are they doing? She wondered as she peeked out from behind Dean's shoulder.
"As Director of Operations… I like to inform you… that you've been assigned… a match at WrestleMania… against the New Age Outlaws… and me."
Her eyes widened at the words that just came out of Kane's mouth. The Shield had a match a WrestleMania against them? When was the decided? Why didn't anyone tell her? She was the boys' manager. She wouldn't have turned down the match but at the same time, it would have been nice to know about it.
"At WrestleMania, we are going to annihilate you. Believe That!" Kane said taunting them.
"Why wait?" Seth yelled. "Let's do it right now."
"Let's go," Dean gritted through his teeth as he paced back and forth. "You don't know how bad I want to punch you in the face."
She looked from the men in front of her, to the men on the stage and she swallowed the lump in her throat. Well at least they have a match.
Brookeworm3: I'm glad that the kiss was good enough to take your breath away. I hope you liked this chapter as well. And not worry Kane will get his due
Skovko: Yes Dean did cockblock himself, though it was more that how she got it not that she got it. And I'm sorry. I hope you like this chapter and I hope I can make up for it.
MissyMoxy: Ryback is in trouble, I think he is a very good friend like that but no massage just yet. ;p
HugKnuckles: I'm so glad that you like their relationship, I've spend so long trying to build it naturally and only hope that I was able to do that. Thank you for the review
Canadice: More? You get more and you get more...And you're going to get a lot more soon!