Welcome to chapter seventy one! We're getting there. This one was a weird one to write because of the match in it. It's not a detailed as I normally go but due to the type of match it was kind of hard to keep up with everything happening. I hope you like it!
Sunday: May 4, 2014/Monday Night Raw: May 5, 2014
Edited: 2/4/2020
Chapter Seventy One
"Dean…" Angel sighed as Dean punched the wall in the trainers' room after she gasped in pain when the medic wrapped her ankle.
"Well…" The medic cleared his throat. "I don't think it's broken or sprained." He gave her a hard look. "But it will swell and bruise. So, I would try my best to stay off it and make sure you ice it."
"Thank you." She gave him a weary smile as he glanced back at Dean.
Then they first got in the room, the poor man had made the mistake of trying to check Dean, first. Dean had swatted the man's hand away and barked at him to check her first. Though when the man tried to insist on making sure Dean was ok, the medic was met with one of the darkest looks that she had ever seen Dean give.
She now realized that he was trying to figure out if even trying again was even worth it.
"Do you have an eta of how much longer this is going to take?" A voice came into the room. All three people in the room turned their attention to the doorway to see a crew member standing there looking at little upset. "The Shield is needed for the Fallout interview."
A growl echoed as Dean launched himself at the poor crew member. "Fucking hell, how many times are you going to ask us that?" He yelled. "We'll be done when the doc here is done, alright?"
The crew member stepped backwards. "Um…I'm just trying to figure how much time we need to stall for you…."
Dean threw his arms up. "Do the interview with just Seth and Roman if you have to…"
"You won't have to do that." The medic said as he patted the table that Angel was sitting on. "I'm done here."
Angel smiled at the man, thankful that he seemed to realize the touchy situation that they were in. "So, I'm good to go?"
"Like I said I would keep off it as much as possible and make sure to ice it, but yes you're cleared."
Not to waste another moment, she moved to slide herself off the table when Dean appeared in front of her. His hands shot out to stop her before he readjusted his hold and picked her up in his arm.
"Ah, Dean." She squealed as she latched her arms around the man's neck. "You don't need to carry me."
"Didn't you hear what the doc just said? You're not supposed to walk on that ankle."
"He said keep off it as much as possible."
"That's what I said." He murmured as he walked out of the trainers' room.
Angel sighed. She knew this was a battle she wasn't going to win. "Can I at least get a piggyback ride, doing it this way is kind of embarrassing."
Dean pursed his lips before he walked over to a pile of road cases. He placed her down carefully and took a step away only once he made her she was leaning herself against on the cases. When he crouched down far enough that she could wrapped her arms around his neck, the man hoisted her up onto his back, being super careful of her left leg.
Angel wanted to groan, she felt like glass with the way that Dean was touching her and moving her around. After everything that had happened during the match, she should be the one holding him up not the other way around
D.D.D
Trying not to jostle Angel around on his back, Dean made his way to where the Fallout interviews were being held. His eyes glanced down to Angel's wrapped up foot. She got hurt. And after he boosted to her dad about protecting her…
He probably thinks I'm idiot.
"There you two are!" Dean heard as another crew member waved them down. "We were starting to worry that we should have to do the interview without you." She laughed.
Dean rolled his eyes as he stopped in front of her. "Where is Seth and Roman?"
"They're waiting for you." She pointed to the small area behind the stage. Dean looked to see his brothers still dressed in their ring gear leaning against the wall. "Mr. Rollins, Mr. Reigns, we're ready for you."
Both men looked up, their eyes looking on him and Angel before they pushed themselves away from the wall. "How's our little manager?"
"I'm fine." Angel answered as she pushed herself up on Dean's shoulders a bit so she could lean over his shoulder.
"She was told to keep off her ankle."
"As much as possible." She added.
Roman nodded. "I can see that."
Before another thing could be said, the crew member escorted them up the stairs to the stage. When his eyes landed on the small table, a small ping of pride hit him. There were four chairs waiting for them. They had learned from the last time.
Dean made his way over to the end chair, turned around and let Angel slide off his back. Only once she was sitting in her chair, did he stand up and move to the seat next to her, followed by Roman and Seth.
"Shield's Extreme Rules Fallout interview." Someone said into the mic making it echo through the small area.
"First question." Someone called.
"From day one, your mission statement had always been about justice. Would you say that tonight justices has truly been served?" Someone asked from in the small crowd of cameras and mics. Signing, Dean leaned into the mic trying to focus on the question that was being asked but his mind was still racing.
Luckily, he didn't have to focus too hard because Seth took the reins. "From the beginning we talked about justice but what people failed to understand that justice was a metaphor. The greatest injustices was the lack of intensity that existed in WWE before we came in here. You gotta understand that. Ok. We came in to be the pace setters, we came in to set the stander. We talk about this…." Seth put his fist up. "being the new symbol of excellence, that's not just a catch phrase, that's the truth. Because every single night, in ever town, including tonight in IZOD against Evolution we are the best."
"We are better than everyone and we make everyone step their game up including former world champions. So to ask if justice had been severed….yeah metaphorically speaking every time were out there and we do our thing justice is getting served."
"Are you concerned about how the Authority might retaliate after your victory tonight?"
When Roman started to lean in towards his mic, Dean turned towards the man expecting a great emotion filled response but instead the man only said one word. "No."
He couldn't help but laugh at. Short, sweet and to the point with that one.
"What about you Angel?" The woman asked clearly not liking Roman's answer.
Angel took a deep breath before speaking into her mic. "Roman said it best 'no' we're not worried about how they are going to retaliate. We haven't been worried about it for a while. Extra matches? Been there. Beat downs? Done that. The boys are ready for whatever they throw at us. And I stand behind them all the way."
Dean watched Angel as she fidgeted with the tablecloth as she spoke. It was shocking how she could sound so confident about what she was saying but at the same time seem so timid. "Good job." He said leaning over to her as the next question came racing in.
"Kind of a two-part question. Last Monday night on Raw Ric Flair kind of endorsed you guys heading into this match. What kind of extra motivation did that give you? And my second question would be, last year at Extreme Rules every one of you guys won gold. Tag Team Championships for you and Roman and Dean won the US title."
Tell us something we don't know.
"Now this victory, what does the Extreme Rules Pay-per-view mean to you guys?"
"First that wasn't a two parter that was two questions and secondly I don't know about everything Ric Flair said because you know, Ric Flair gets into his own little world. I don't know… but I know what he was thinking." Dean said starting to get nasty.
"He sees us and he sees work ethic and as Seth said that symbol of excellence that was Flair that was the Horsemen, that's what he tried to do with Evolution. Though he looks at Evolution now and he sees laziness, he sees guys sitting on their laurels, he sees guys sitting on their busses, sitting in their big houses and you know….their riding around in their limo and looking at their Rolex's but there not out there every night getting it done. Pushing the limits of what they can do, every single night, tearing the house down every single night and taking pride in being the best every single night and that's what we do."
"And he sees that." He cleared his throat. "And in his own little way, I think we understood what he was trying to do and what he was trying to say."
"I mean as far as motivation." Roman took over. "You're looking at the best, man and it's going to take a lot more than an old man to motivate us."
"Yeah, it takes a five foot two, hundred-pound manager." Seth piped up real quick making everyone turn and look down at Angel.
Dean's eyes locked with hers as a blush took over her face and everyone in the room gave a small chuckle.
"Yeah…well was it cool? You're damn right it was cool. It was awesome. But we back it up man. This is what it is. Motivation being the best is our motivation…as well as Angel."
"Will you guys stop." Angel said a little louder than she seemed to mean to. "Um…" She realized all eyes were on her. "Ric Flair 'endorsing the Shield wasn't something he did to motivate us. I think he did it for himself and to downgrade Evolution. Letting them no they wouldn't be anything without him. Which is true."
"And you know for us this is a grind daily, day in day out this is a lifestyle. This what we do. So, it wasn't something we really thought about, Extreme Rules being a benchmark show for us. But now that you point it out, we have made our mark here at the show two years in a row so when you look back at it in retrospect it's a special show for the Shield. It's an environment we seem to thrive in, when you throw all the rules out the window…."
"Tell me about it." Dean nodded.
"…an element of chaos and unpredictability that just seems to fit into what we do. We specialize in a lot of thing and I think Extreme Rules it just kind of…works for us."
A small throbbing pain hit Dean in behind his eyes, meaning it was close to sleep time. His head was finally starting to feel the rattling from the match. Letting out a small groan he brought his hand up to his face and pressed on the spot between his nose and eye trying to get some of the pressure to ease. Finish the fucking interview. He begged.
"The Shield has been functioning as a unit now for some time, very effectively whereas Evolution has had basically a ten year layoff. Do you think that that gave you an advantage? The fact that the three of you have been working together very concistantly for well over a year now."
Really? Dean sighed. This was the type of question that people wanted to ask them after they just basically broke their body for the peoples' entertainment. 'Do they think that the fact Evolution has had ten years of them not working together gave them an advantage?' Anyone with brains could answer that question.
"I don't think it won the war, but I think it helped." Roman answered the man. "When you're as tight as we are, I mean we skipped the friend stage and became brothers in a very short amount of time. We're not like Evolution with all this money faulting and these limos and these privet jets and these busses. We don't have that, we rent a car and we ride together, and we go from town to town and we tear it up every single night. I don't think it was ten years, I think it was every single day that we just roll, we steam roll through everybody through every town and its just going to keep happening."
"It takes a level of uh trust…" Dean mouth started to go without him even realizing it. "…trust in your partner to jump out of the ceiling of the IZOD center, you're probably going to take out your partner as well as your two opponents but you know that he….Seth knows that I'm not going to care if he lands on me and Seth knows that if he crashes and burns I'm going to pick him and drag him out of the building and if he can't walk I'll pick him up and carry him. You know it's stuff like that. Evolution ain't got that man."
"Yeah and Triple H talked before the match tonight about how we thought their egos were going to get in the way of them winning this match…." Seth took his turn talking. "and he said that that wasn't going to be the case, but we knew. When you look at Evolution now and I'm not taking anything away from those guys; former world champions, main events at WrestleMania, these guys they brought the fight to us like we knew they would. They are the top of the line, I'm not taking anything away from them. But these are not the same guys that started Evolution ten years ago with Ric Flair, they're just not the same guys. They are all in different places. You go one guy who's a movie star over here, you got a guy who's trying to run a billion-dollar corporation over here and you got Randy Orton…" Seth paused. "and he was soft when he started. Ten years down the road his body is brittle man. They're not the same men they once were. Not taking anything away from them, they never were nor will be what this is right here."
"Last question."
Thank fuck. Dean thought as he chewed on his fingernails.
"In all of the craziness I think we've forgotten to ask, Angel how are you feeling after Dean landed on you?"
Dean's body froze like it registered the words before his brain did. "Come again…" He turned slightly to look at the brunette who was staring out into the crowd with sleepy wide eyes. "I did what now?"
His mind raced back through the fight, he tried to remember when he would have even had a chance to land on her.
"I feel fine." She said quickly. "A little sore but nothing too bad." She gave a look that told him they would talk about this later.
They sure would.
A.A.A
Angel let out a groan and it wasn't due to her ankle. Why the hell would someone's last questions be 'Angel how are you feeling…' why? Why? Why? Now she had to deal with the fuming man that she was getting a piggyback ride from.
She could feel his muscles twitching and could hear loud as day how heavy he was breathing. Which made it all the more confusing when he made his way all the way back to where they had stashed their things for the show without saying a thing.
He gently set her down on the road cases before gathering up all their things. No one said a thing as they watched Dean stack the bags only to get pissed when they fell over. Letting out a yell, Dean threw his fist out and punched the case next to her.
When the burst of energy seemed to fade, those blue eyes pierced right through her. "Why did you lie to me?" He asked his voice low. "Why didn't you tell me that it was my fucking fault that your hurt?"
"Because it wasn't." She sighed.
Dean reached up and grabbed a fistful of his hair. "I apparently fell on top of you, how the hell isn't it my fault."
"One it was an accident. You were falling down the steps." She explained.
Before Dean could open his mouth, Seth thrusted his phone into the man's face. Angel watched Dean face as his eyes went from dark, to wide, and back. "Dude, you couldn't control how you fell."
"And I broke the rules. I didn't stay in our corner." She said placing a hand on his arm. "You probably didn't even realize that I was there."
"You think that makes this better!" He shook his head.
"Dean." Roman tried.
"Shut up, Ro." Dean said as he moved so that he was standing right between her legs. "This is between us. I don't need that brotherly bullshit right now." Over Dean's shoulder, Angel saw Roman shake his head as he leaned against the wall.
Turning her attention back on the man in front of her, she let out a small sigh. "And I didn't lie. I technically did roll my ankle."
"Yeah with me on top of you."
"Shit happens." She shrugged.
Dean glared at her, though it wasn't one that was filled with anger, no there were a mix of emotions in this one. "How am I supposed to explain to your dad that you got hurt after I told him that I would protect you." He said in almost a whisper.
She couldn't stop the corner of her mouth from curling upwards. "He'll understand that it was an accident and that you had no control on the situation. I mean you were literally falling down the steps."
"Excuses."
"Not excuses. Dean this had nothing to do with you. If anything, Hunter and Randy saw me and still pushed you down the steps." As she spoke, she saw and felt his hands that were clench against her legs tightened. "So, please don't beat yourself up over this. You are the least at fault." She said reaching out and ran her fingers over his scuff.
Dean leaned into her hand and sighed. "You're trying to soften me down."
"I am." She admitted.
"Dean just give into the woman, I'm tired and we have Raw tomorrow." Seth sighed.
Roman smacked Seth. "Plus….we need to ice Angel's ankle."
Almost instantly, Dean seemed to do a one eighty as he quickly finished up getting ready and before she knew it, they were packed in the car on the way to the hotel.
As they made their way into the lobby, Angel never felt more awkward. All eyes were on her, everyone seemed to question why she was being carried on Dean's back. She ducked her head down into Dean's neck trying to escape all the questioned looks and she didn't raise her head until they got into the elevator.
"God, I'm so tired that I don't think I'm be able to get changed." Seth sighed as he rubbed his back.
"Dude, you best get your smelly ass into the shower. I'm not sharing the room with your sticky butt." Roman laughed.
"You might have to help." Seth nudged him. "My back is about to give out,"
"I mean that's what happens when you fall from like two stories up onto three men." Angel mumbled against Dean's shoulder.
Everyone chuckled.
When they finally got to the hotel room, Dean walked quickly over to the bed and set her down as gently as he could. He then instantly turned around and started to help her out of her ring gear that she was still wearing, starting with her boots and then working his way up to her corset vest.
"Hey, the doctor said nothing about not being able get dressed." She giggled at him as he fumbled around. She gave him a small slap on the back of the hand before she unzipped the side.
Dean nodded as he realized what his mistake was. "The doctor might not have said it, but Mr. Ambrose says that you need to lay down and relax."
She smiled at him as she leaned up to get the rest of corset. "Well Mr. Ambrose should remember that we have a show tomorrow and I need to take a shower."
"Not until we get some ice on that ankle." He told her as he grabbed the ice bucket.
"Dean."
"I'll be right back." He said as he walked out of the room.
Sighing, Angel picked up her injured foot and slowly worked off her sock, giving a cringe as she pulled the thing off. Throwing the sock away, she glanced down at her bruised ankle, drawing her brows together as she ran a finger around the darkened skin. A spike of pain hit her touched the darkest spot.
"Well that had to be one of the most awkward fan meetings I've had." Dean sighed as he walked into the room. "Someone stopped me at the ice machine…." He moved towards her only stopping once his eyes landed on her injury. She watched as his mind registered what he was looking at. He shook his head before helping her readjusted her sitting position and placed the ice in a washcloth on her foot.
"You comfy?" He asked as he moved the icepack a little so it completely covered her bruise.
"I'm good." She nodded as shifted her weight. Her eyes ran from her foot to the man who was standing on the side of the bed. A sigh pushed from her at the almost painful look he was giving her. "You alright?"
"Peachy." He nodded.
"You sure?"
Dean pursed his lips. "I don't like that you tried to hide the fact that I fell on you."
Guilt hit her hard. "Like I said before, I didn't want you to take responsibility for what happened."
"I fell on you."
"You were pushed."
He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "If I do something wrong, even it's not my fault I want know. I'm a big boy. I can handle it."
"Then if you ever fall down the stairs and land on me again, I will let you know."
She watched as he fought against the smirk that was taunted against his lips. "Good."
She couldn't help but smile as Dean's face softened a bit. "Should I till you if you're thrown off an escalator and land on me?" She joked.
"Always, especially if I'm thrown out of an elevator." He winked at her before his eyes fell once more. "How are you feeling?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" She chuckled. "You're the one who got smashed into the concrete floor by your best friend."
"You're the one who got rolled over by a man who is more than twice your weight."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm a little sore and tired, but I'm alright. I'll be ready to go by tomorrow."
Dean's eyes dropped to her ankle once again before a look of disbelief filled his face. "Sure, we'll see about that."
She prayed that she was better tomorrow.
…
Angel cringed for the third time in about five minutes as she waddled her way down the hallway of the Times Union Center. Her ankle was killing her, but for the first time all day she got Dean to let her walk on her own. And that only happened because she needed to pee and he understood that he couldn't follower her into the woman's room.
Using the walls and the road cases she made her way towards where she left the boys in the dark hallway.
"Miss Miles." Someone called her.
Sighing she turned around and looked at the crew member that was walking towards her. "Hi." She grunted.
"Where are you going?" The crew member asked. "You're late for the meeting."
She drew her brows together. "What?"
"The before show meeting?" She said if Angel had lost her mind.
"I'm allowed to go to the meeting?"
The crew member blinked. "You're a manager, aren't you?"
"I am…"
"Then of course you are." She waved her towards the room where the meeting was being held at.
Trying not to show the pain that was flaring up her left leg, she followed the woman until they got to the curtained off place. After giving another look at the crew member she ducked into though the curtains.
"Thank you for finally joining us." Angel glanced up to see Stephanie standing in the middle of large group of people looking at her. "Please, Miss Miles take your seat."
Quick as she could, she hobbled her way towards an empty chair and sat down.
"Alright," Stephanie cleared her throat. "Let's go over the matches for today."
Vickie Guerrero stood up. "We have Rob Van Dam vs Cesaro." She said in that annoying voice of hers. "Ryback vs Cody Rhodes, Rusev vs Kofi, Daniel Bryan vs Alberto Del Rio. Then Big E has his rematch with Bad News Barrett and The Wyatts Family vs The Shield."
Angel did a double take as she pulled up the notes on her phone. The Shield had a match? What? And it seemed to be a fair one, mean it was with the Wyatts, but still a three on three tag team match with no hints of Evolution interfering? This had to be a joke. Or maybe she was high from her pain meds. It had to be something.
"Hm…" Stephanie looked down at her notebook. "We need something else."
Something else? Angel questioned as she looked at the matches already book. To her, the show was almost packed, what else could there possibly be.
"What else do you want?" Vickie asked. "We have a lot of one on one matches…"
An evil smirk came to Stephanie's face. "What if we do a battle royal?"
"A battle royal?"
"A twenty men Battle Royal." The boss's eyes landed just on her. "For the United States Championship."
"What!" She couldn't help but yell out.
"Something wrong, Angel?" Stephanie snickered.
"Did you say a twenty men Battle Royal match for the United States Title?"
"I did."
Angel stood up out of her chair. "That's not fair."
"What do you mean?"
"You expect, Dean to defend his title after last night?"
Stephanie put her hands on her hips. "Just because he had a tough fight doesn't mean he gets a pass. No one else got the night off."
"He doesn't get the night off, he has a tag team match against the Wyatts."
"Don't you want him to be a fighting champ?"
She inhaled sharply. "I do, but after last night….and against nineteen other fighters."
"It's a free for all not all against one." Her smirk grew. "What's so unfair about that?"
I could go on a rant. "Why doesn't any of Evolution have a match today."
"They had a hard match last night and aren't feeling right."
Angel could feel her body starting to twitch and shake with anger. "They were in the same match as THE SHIELD!" She started screaming. "Or don't you remember."
"Angel, please calm down."
"CALM DOWN! You're faulting your power once again. And you brought me here just to rub it in my face!"
"Angel, if you can control yourself, we're going to ask you to leave!" Vickie yelled at her.
"Don't worry, I'm leaving." She said trying to walk out as confidently as she could until her foot started to pulse with pain. As soon as she got outside of the curtains, she turned and smashed her fist against one of the travel cases and let out a frustrated yell.
She couldn't wait to tell Dean all about this. After yesterday, this was going to send him through the roof.
D.D.D
"You got to be FUCKING kidding me!" Dean screamed into Angel's face on accident when she told him about his match.
She shook her head. "I wish I was."
His blood started to boil over. A twenty-man Battle Royal Match for the US title. He glanced down at the belt that was sitting on top of his bag. Welp this is it. He knew that the Authority had now won. He was about to lose his title and there was no way around it.
As he glanced around at his brothers, he realized that they knew it too. Normally they would be cheering him on, telling him that 'he could do it' or that 'he got this', but this time they were looking at him with pity in their eyes and no smart remarks.
"Should I just go hand deliver the title now?" Dean sighed as he ripped his fingers through his hair.
"You don't know that you're going to lose." Roman tried to perk him up even a little.
"It's a nineteen on one match, I'm not going to bet on those odds."
He shook his head. "It's every man for himself."
Dean scoffed. "You really don't think that the Authority hasn't told every single person in this match with me that whoever throws me over the ropes gets a nice reward." Probably their own limo or Rolex.
More looks of pity and silence followed. Which pissed him off even more. He didn't want his teammates pity. Didn't want to see that look in their eyes. Especially from Angel. God, he didn't want to think about that look of pity that was plastered on Angel's face right now. Taking a deep breath, he turned towards her and his eyes widened. There wasn't a look of pity, nope. Two emotions filled her eyes, anger and pain.
Pain…
Instantly Dean's mind clicked into a different state as he realized that Angel was standing on her hurt foot. "Shit." He mumbled under his breath as he reached out and grabbed her arm. "If it hurts get off it." He told her as he led her towards a group of travel cases.
"Dean." She sighed when she realized what he was talking about. "I'm fine."
"Sit." He ordered as he helped her up on the cases.
When she didn't fight him, he knew that she most certainly in pain. After making sure that she propped her foot up on his duffle bag he turned around and leaned back against the case she was on.
"So how long until my match…"
"Not sure they kicked me out for being rowdy."
"You?" Roman smirked.
Angel shrugged. "I got a little pissed off and might have yelled at both Vicki and Stephanie."
Everyone let out a small chuckle before it drifted back to an unsettling silence, that was until a certain blond reporter came running screaming Angel's name.
When Angel went to hop off the travel case, Dean reach back and grabbed her good leg making her pause and look at him. He shook his head.
She sighed but stayed where she was. "What's doing, Renee?"
Renee stopped, looked around everyone and took a deep breath. "One, I wanted to check on you after what happened?"
A smile appeared on Angel's face. "That's sweet of you but I'm good. Just a little pissed off."
"No!" She shook her head. "I meant after last night. I saw what happened during the show but didn't hear anything about you needing to go to the hospital, I thought nothing about it. But after seeing you limping away from the meeting, I was worried."
Dean shifted in his spot. As much as Angel told him that her being hurt wasn't his fault, he couldn't shake the guilt that poured through him every time he saw her wince or step funny. And now hearing Renee talking about she limped out of the meeting…it really hit him hard.
"Oh?" Angel looked taken back for a moment. "I'm fine."
"You wouldn't think that by the way you limped out of the meeting."
Angel shook her head. "I didn't even realize I was limping; I was so mad about what they did…"
"Well when you left, everyone was wondering if your foot was broken." Renee said as she walked over and inspected her boot covered ankle.
Dean watched as Angel rolled her ankle as slow as she could, trying to prove that it didn't hurt her as much as it did. Which she wasn't fooling anyone as her faced twisted slightly.
"Don't let her fool you." Dean sighed. "Her ankle was pretty dark black and blue this morning."
"It just a bruise." She waved it off.
"A very dark bruise."
"But it's only a bruise."
"That goes all the way down to bone."
She smacked him as best as could from her spot on the travel case. "He's making it sound worse than it is."
A.A.A.
Angel swore under her breath as she watched Dean's brow raise. She realized that she had just issued a challenge to the man. One that she wasn't going to win. Now Dean was out to prove just how bad she was really hurt, which wasn't as bad as he thought but at the same time not as lacking as she was trying to give the impression.
Dean turned around and looked at her, those blue eyes sparking with intent. "Dean…"
Without saying anything he gently grabbed her black boot which took her a whole twenty minutes to get on this morning. She watched with a frown as he unlaced the boot and pull it off. Their eyes met as he slowly pulled down her sock, showing off her lovely bruise.
A loud gasp echoed through the small area.
"Not that bad?"
"It's mostly just color."
Dean rolled his eyes as he held up one finger. Holding her gaze, he brough his hand down and tapped her ankle, making her cringe and jump slightly.
"Ouch." She glared at him.
"Not that bad, huh?"
She slapped his hand away before turning towards the reporter. "So did they happen to send out the match schedule yet?" She tired to change the subject.
Renee let out a huge breath. "Um…Yeah." She looked down at her phone. "It's first."
Angel nodded. There was no need to ask which match the woman was talking about, everyone already knew. Dean's match was first on the card.
"Welp at least I get it over with quickly." Dean shrugged.
She hated how certain he was about losing his title, but there wasn't very much she could say that could change the man's mind. It was a twenty-men battle royal match with the odds stacked hard against him. Chances were the man was right.
…
As the time ticked on towards show time, Dean's mood soured more and more. At one point she saw him standing near the curtained off area that lead them to the pubic part of the area, holding his title looking down at it with a frown plastered on his face.
Everyone liked to say bad things about Dean's title reign, but the boys and her knew how proud he was of thing. And right now, in his mind, he was about to lose it.
"Dean?" She waddled over to him. "You ready?"
She watched as his chest puffed with the deep breath before he wrapped the title around his waist. "As I'll ever be." He gave the thing a pat.
"Let's go, Man." Roman and Seth walked up to him.
Angel turned and looked at them, only to cock her head when Seth came waltzing up with a bandage on his arm. "Well it looks like I'm not the only one sporting a battle wound."
"Yeah, it was bothering me, so I got it checked out." He sighed looking down at his arm. "Though it's not as bad as that." He pointed to her ankle.
"That reminds me." Dean stated. "You're not coming out."
Angel whipped around as carefully as she could and stared at the man in front of her. "We talked about this."
"You can't walk." He explained. "I'm going to need my full attention on everything going on in the ring. You being there won't help."
"Dean, I want to be there to cheer you on."
He shook his head hard.
"Dean, we'll be out there looking after her." Roman stated. "They haven't banned us from ring side."
Dean's face flickered for a moment. She could tell he was battling between wanting her out there for his match and wanting to keep her 'safe' backstage.
"What about the steps."
"One of us can carry her down." Seth answered that question.
He ran his tongue on the inside of his mouth as he bounced on his feet a couple of times. "Fine," He gave in. "but you have to stay away from the action."
Just like that moments later, they were making their way down to the ring. Seth and Dean took off down the steps as Roman sauntered with her on his back.
When they got to the barricade, Roman stopped and looked at if he was trying to figure out the best way to get her over.
"Hand off." Dean appeared out of nowhere.
With some finesse they got her over the barricade and into Dean's arms. She blushed as she realized how they looked. She was facing him with her legs straddle on each side of his hips, while he held her up by tucking his arms under her butt.
She knew that if Dean wasn't in such a bad mood, he would have probably said something about it but instead he just looked her hard in the face. Without warning, he moved one arm from her bottom and gripped the back of her head, pulling her into a hard kiss. It was just like the one they shared last night, a gallous kiss. Tender but hard and full of need. Their teeth even clashed at one more and either one cared.
When he finally let her pull back for air, she gave a weary smile. "Go get them, tiger."
He tried to smile back but failed as he slowly set her down on her feet. After making sure that Roman and Seth were plastered to her side, Dean got into the ring. The man glared at the stage as the Raw's theme song started to play and the nineteen other men came out form the gorilla.
What happened next was one of the most intense things she had ever witnessed. She had seen the Royal Rumble this was nothing like that. All twenty men were in the ring together at the start of the match. All gunning for one prize, Dean's title.
The bell rang and the match started.
When it didn't begin with everyone turning towards Dean with plans on throwing him out first, Angel blinked. It was nothing like that, in fact, Dean seemed to have been forgotten in the scuffle. Something that Dean was also thrown off about, she could see him through the bodies, running from fight to fight; trying to help wear people down.
And then the eliminations started to happen. The Big Show threw Xavier Woods out. Follow by R-Truth being knocked out. Zack Ryder, Titus O'Neil, Sin Cara. Health Slater threw out Damien Sandow before being eliminated himself.
Then everyone gathered together and eliminated Big Show and Mark Henry. Angel couldn't help but fell a little relief now that the powerhouses of the match were gone.
It was so hard to keep up with everything that was happening. Though since nine people had been thrown out already, it was starting to get easier to see Dean in the mess.
And even with his match last night, he looked fine. No worse for wear then the others. In one quick movement he was able to get out both Fandango and Kofi Kingston. Leaving now nine men in the ring.
"Keep that up Man." Seth yelled at him as he glanced over the ropes at the three of them. "You're doing good."
Dean nodded as she saw a little hope in his eyes. Having only eight more men to throw out wasn't that bad. The odds were more in his favor now.
Goldust gone, Cody Rhodes, Dolph Ziggler, then Santino Marella who everyone was shocked was still in the match was now gone. Leaving five men in the ring. Angel bit her nails as she watched the match continue.
He could do it. She said to herself as Dean was lifted up and over the ropes by RybAxel, only to land on the apron. As Dean fought to keep himself in the match, her heart started to race. If he could just manage a little longer….
Somehow, he managed to get Ryback away from the ropes before throwing Axel out onto the floor. But then it was a battle between him and Ryback out on the apron, the one place that either of them wanted to be. At any moment one or both of them could come crashing down.
And the bigger man did. With a sweet drop kick to the legs, Dean sent Ryback off the apron and onto the ground.
"Two more!" Angel shouted as Dean slide into the ring under Jack Swagger. Soon after Swagger came tumbling over the ropes.
Just Dean and Sheamus…the odds were looking real good.
That was until Sheamus hit Dean with a Brogue Kick to the face.
"NO!" She watched in horror as Sheamus grabbed Dean and tossed him out of the ring. "No. No. No. NO. NO. NO!" She cried as Dean laid there on the floor and Sheamus's music played loudly.
Skovko: I mean Dan is most certainly a man who would worry more about those he cares about over himself. That is most certainly a fun fact. Thank you I will look into it.
Labinnacslove: She's not totally defenseless. And she will get more and more bold as time goes on.
BrookeWorm3: There's a little more fluff in this chapter. But it's a tough time to be putting fluff in right now. There will be more, soon.
Katara Melody Cullen: I'm glad you like the chapter. Seth Betrayal is going to be something. I have plans...
Canadice: I'm glad you like that part. Just like Angel might have blurted something out, Dean's speaking without thinking and is showing his true feelings. I hope you like this chapter. Even though there is a lot of Dean beating himself up.
Guest: Thank you! I'm glad you like the chapter. I have plans for Seth's Betrayal thats all I'm saying about that.