Welcome to Chapter Ninety Two! We're still trying to get back into the swing of things. I hope you enjoy this.
Monday Night Raw: June 16, 2014
It was the start of the show and Angel watched as all the Superstars in the locker room filed out onto the stage; all but Dean and Roman. They decided to not go out, which was fine by her. No one knew what this announcement was and she was a little skeptical about it.
After everyone had gone out and the show started, a few of the crew member who were walking around the hallways gave them weird looks but didn't do or say anything just walked past while they shook their heads.
"Fucking hell, can they walk any slower." Dean sighed as he watched Hunter and Stephanie walk to the ring.
Angel looked back at the two men hovering over the TV next to the area they claimed and exhaled. Roman was all geared and ready to go, Dean was not. The man was still wearing his leather jacket, with his black tank and jeans under it, while his gear sat on the travel case next to his bag with the Shield patch ripped off. She knew he was trying to put off putting on his gear.
"Welcome to Monday Night Raw!" Stephanie called. "Now we've gathered all the Superstars and Divas…"
"Divas?" Roman cocked his head. "Steph you need glasses, the only Diva that's up there is Lana and that's because of her husband."
"…we all of you to know that we care." Angel barely heard over Roman's taunt. "And we can't imagine how disconcerting it's been not to have a WWE World Heavy Weight Champion."
Angel blinked at the woman's words, for she was sure that most of the locker room was pretty much uncaring about not having a champion as long as there was promise that they could potentially get that title.
"That's right." Hunter took over. "Seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year; WWE Superstars lay it all on the line for the opportunity to prove they are the best. And they do that by receiving the honor of being called the WWE World Heavy Weight Campion."
"That's right because when you are the champion you are immortalized. Take for example my husband…" The crowd booed so loud at Stephanie's wood that it was hard to make out what she was saying, thought Angel knew it had to do with Hunter being 'the best of all time' or something like that. "I mean the WWE is only as strong as our champion. That's why is so disappointed and disheartening that you all have been represented by a B plus player like Daniel Bryan."
The 'yes' chant started.
"God, just get on with it." Dean said swaying back and forth as Hunter started to rehash the same old spiel that he's been barking about since Daniel won the titles.
"That is why tonight, Stephanie and I are so excited. Because standing on that stage right now by very well be the next WWE World Heavy Weight Champion."
"That's right, because the Authority is all about opportunity. So tonight, who will join those already qualified for the WWE World Heavy weight champion Ladder Match as Money in the Bank? Who will join, Randy Orton, Cesaro, Alberto Del Rio, Sheamus, and Bray Wyatt? We'll find out tonight as all of you compete in a battle royal."
"Hold on. Hold on, not everybody is going to compete in the battle royal tonight…"
"Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns won't be." Dean sighed already calling the blacklist.
"There are certain superstars that refused to evolve, certain superstars that refuse to comply with Authority. They will not be in the battle royal. Those superstars who will not be in the battle royal are, Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns."
"Called it."
"And also, John Cena."
"Shit." Both Roman and Dean hissed as they realized that John Cena's chance in the battle royal was removed due to him helping them on Friday.
"There they go again." Dean sighed as The Authority announced that John Cena would still be part of the ladder match, by willing a stretcher match against Kane. "Faulting that power."
"That sucks." Roman nodded as he stood lone ranger style. "This all sucks. We don't have any matches, can't be part of the battle royal and because of us John Cena is being fucked over as well."
"I'll talk to Hank and Vickie about the no matches thing." Angel said pulling out her phone and texting Hank to see where he might be and if he was able to talk. As she typed up her text, she heard Michael Cole announcing that Seth had a Match with Dolph Ziggler coming up next.
Dean and Roman snickered. "That's a shitty picture of Seth."
"Back from FCW."
The jokes however disappeared as the show went to commercial. What used to be a more upbeat feeling around the boys had turned sour. She watched each of them, Roman looked like he was doing some hard thinking while Dean have his neck a crack and walked over to his bag. She noticed that he glanced once more at his vest before letting out a sigh and going to work emptying his pockets.
"Hey Babygirl, can I talk to you." Roman asked.
"Of course."
He walked up to her forming a two-man huddle. "You were right about before, moving on from the Shield is what both of us need." He sighed. "But now that the two of our aren't a full package deal, its going to be tougher on you."
"True." Angel agreed. "But don't you worry, I'm still going to do my best…" A heavy hand came down on her shoulder stopping her.
"I know you will, I know you got my back. That being said, I want you to focus mainly on our boy." He gestured to Dean as if she didn't know who he was talking about. "You'll end up working yourself to death if you worried about being there for both of us all the time."
"But."
"No buts, I know I'm still in good hands and I'm not saying that I don't want you to be my manager, I do. But I think it would be easier on all three of us if you didn't have to worry about me so much." When she raised a brow, he said. "You don't have to come out with me to my matches, don't have to be apart of all my promos or interviews. I would love for you to still help me with the backstage stuff, if that's ok."
"Of course, I'm going to help you with the backstage stuff!" She smiled. "You're my client and my friend."
Roman's hand moved from her shoulder to ruffing up her hair. "So you get what I'm trying to say." She nodded as she batted his hand away from her hair that she would need to brush yet again. "Good, because I think you'll be more then busy just trying to maintain Crazy over there."
"What about 'Crazy'?" Dean piped up.
Roman turned towards him. "I'm trying to half your girl's workload. There no reason she has to run around trying to part of both of our stuff. And I think that out of the two of us you'll need more managing then me."
"Oh, is that so?" Dean smirked. "Pretty boy."
"Yeah I do, you impulsive lunatic."
Angel shook her head at the bickering pair and noticed that the show was coming back from commercial. "Shows back." The two stopped almost instantly and turned to watch as Dolph came down the ramp.
"So, we have a deal?" Roman leaned over and asked.
"Yeah, but if you need my help for more then just the background stuff, you ask. No matter what." She bargained.
"Deal." He smirked. "Oh, and leave asking Vickie about a match to me. I think I can smooth talk her."
"If you think that will work." She said as Seth walked out.
Instantly Dean fixated on the screen like a wolf noticing a prey. Angel walked up next to the man and watched as the match started. The entire time the match went, the three men on commentary were talking about what had happened to the Shield.
A growl like noise washed over the noise coming through the TV, making Angel turn her attention to the man next to her. Dean glaring straight ahead, his body twitching and shaking as he bit his thumb nail.
She sighed, knowing what the man wanted. "Don't you have something else you should be doing other then shaking with answer and biting your nails." Brows drawn together; Dean looked at her. "Go." She said nodding her head down the hall towards the gorilla. "I'll be right behind you."
His eyes widened as he realized what she was saying. She caught his smirk only for a second as her body was suddenly pulled into his and his mouth slammed down on hers. She gasped as he yelled her tight.
"Dean!" She cried out as he pulled away. "Go or you'll miss your chance." With that the man took off in a blur. "I wonder if I should have taken his jacket it for him?" She said allowed as she ran behind him.
Before she even got to the gorilla, she could hear the fans cheering, which she was pretty certain that meant Dean had made into the ring and was now laying some fists on Seth. Quickly, she pushed the curtain back and walked out onto the stage and looked at the scene playing in front of her. Dean was standing tall in the ring, with Ziggler at his feet, while Seth walked backwards up the ramp towards her.
Crossing her arms, she stood there watching the man. She knew there wasn't anything she could really do at this moment, but with out spooked he look at the moment, she figured she could make him jump at least a little.
"THIS AIN'T GOING TO BE OVER SETH!" Dean yelled. "This ain't going until I get my hands on that smug, corporate, extremely punch-able face of yours." He inhaled loudly into the mic. "And I know you don't do anything without Triple H's permission these days, why don't you save yourself some time and get this over with. COME DOWN HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!"
Seth seemed to want to take the bait as he started to dance around the stage, well that was until he bumped right into her. Glancing backwards, his eyes widened as she gave him a small fake smile and waved, though the smile turned real once she saw that their little scuffle had busted Seth lip open.
"Hi Seth!" She said cocking his head. "He's right, you know." She said knowing that only Seth can hear her. "You might as well get this over with."
With that she felt the man on the stage and started to make sure way down the to the ring, only to be stopped by Hunter's voice filling the arena. "Dean! Dean. Ambrose." Angel turned around to see Hunter's big face up on the titiantron. "Calm down. Calm down, there's no need to get all crazy out there." He mocked by twitching around. "Come on, you want to fight Seth Rollins, that's great. The good news is, you like to fight, but Dean I'm afraid I got some bad news for ya!" He finished with a fake English accent.
Bad News Barrett's theme started up.
"Crap." Angel sighed as she walked up the steel steps and joined Dean in the ring. Dean glanced over to her for a moment before looking back up on the stage. At least he was raring for the fight. "You got him good." She leaned in so that he could hear her over the music. "Seth's lip is bleeding."
She saw the edge of his mouth curl up at her news. "Good." He nodded. "Now get out of the ring, I'm going to show Barrett just which one of us is bad news."
She gave him a pat on the shoulder before walking over to where his leather jacket had fallen into a lump. She grabbed it before getting out of the ring, making sure to give the steel steps a wide berth as Barrett climbed up them with a smirk on his face.
Getting cozy in her spot by the apron, she threw Dean's heavy leather jacket over her shoulders, letting out a grunt as she took the weight. How does he move in this thing? She asked as she snaked her arms through, hopping that wearing the thing correctly would help a little. It did, a little bit.
The bell rang and in an instant a brawl broke out in front of her. Dean and Barrett exchanged blow after blow until Dean finally got the man on the mat, as he slammed his foot down on the man's midsection.
As Dean pulled the man to his feet so he could give him a chop on the chest, one thought popped into Angel's head. Dean looked damn good fighting in jeans. Shaking her head, she watched as Dean flung himself cross the ring, landing a cross body that known BNB down to the mat. Then again, fists went a flying.
"Keep on him!" She cheered.
Dean let Barrett up while shaking out his right hand, which made her realize that this was the first time she had seen him fight without being taped up. She wondered if it put him off at all, though judging by the way he just tossed Barrett into the corner she was going to say no.
Dean then continued to punish the man as he rammed his shoulder into his midsection, scrapped his arm across his face not once but twice, before stomping on him until the ref pulled him away.
Giving a glare at the man who was trying to keep him reined in, Dean pull Barrett out of the corner and hitting him with a suplex before going in for the cover. However, even she knew that it was too early as BNB was able to kick out at two.
"Come on Dean!" She patted the apron.
As both men shot up from the mat, Dean grabbed both Barrett's hair and nose pulling him backwards Holding him there until the ref once again pulled him away. Standing up completely up, Dean's eyes were locked onto the man who was on all fours in front of him. Angel cringed as he stamped down on the man's fingers, only to instantly stop caring about the smashed fingers when Barrett used his other hand to punch Dean in the stomach knocking him over.
A few hits, Dean was now the one stuck in the corner while pressed his boot into the side of his face.
"Get off him Barrett." She yelled as she moved to get eyes on Dean. As Barrett was pulled away by the ref, she noticed Dean rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb to check if he was bleeding. However, before she could determine the answer, Barrett grabbed Dean out of the corner and hit him with a swinging neck breaker before going right into a cover.
When Dean kicked out of that one, Barrett hit him with an arm drop before going for another cover, this one Dean kicked out even earlier. Seeming pissed off about that, Barrett grabbed the man and put him in a headlock.
"Get out of there." She clapped her hands as BNB thrashed him around. "Get out of there Dean!"
She cheered as Dean fought his way up to his feet. Once standing, he snaked his arms around the man who was still holding around the neck, until he was position to pick him up and drop him with a side slam.
As soon as they hit the mat, both men rolled away from each other, trying to get their bearings and their footing before going back in on the attack. However, Barrett stopped Dean dead in his tracks with a loud, echoing kick to the stomach that made him cry out in pain as he fell to his knees, holding his stomach.
Angel asked as she watched Dean's face twist into pain as he gasped for air. Taking advantage of the moment, Barrett used the ropes to gain momentum to kick Dean right in the side of the head, knocking from his knees to his back.
Barrett covered but Dean kicked out. Barrett then hit a still staggered looking Dean back to the corner. After a good hit to the side of the head again, BNB turned his back on Dean and showboated to the crowd. Which might have costed the man as when he turned around Dean flung himself out of the corner. Fists flying every which way, Dean knocked Barrett to the mat.
When Dean finally let him up, Barrett stumbled to the ropes and used them as support to get to his feet, only for Dean to come in with a clothesline that knocked the man up and over the ropes.
Angel clapped her hands with the crowd as she glanced up to the titantron to catch the intense look on Dean's face as he watched Barrett get to his feet. Once the man was up, Dean used the launched himself over the top rope and landed on the man, knocking him right back down onto the floor.
Angel took a deep breath as she watched the fight from the angle of the camera man. Dean had landed on his knees and other then looking like he was about to murder someone seemed find. Thank god. She had been worried about that brutal looking kick. He might be feeling it in the morning but at least it didn't seem to bother him at the moment.
While she moved closer to the fight so that she could see the action for herself, Dean picked Barrett up off the floor and forced him over to the steel steps were he smashed the man's head off it before throwing him into the ring.
Casing her a small look, he got into the ring and hopped up so that he was sitting on the top turnbuckle with his feet on the second rope. Reaching out, he grabbed Barrett's hair and pulled him towards him and forced his head under his armpit; the set-up looked like that of a tornado DDT. Before Dean to put the move into motion Barrett ripped himself from Dean's hold before coming back and smashing him in the chest with his forearm that knocked Dean backwards.
Eyes wide, Angel watched as Dean tried to stop himself, by grabbing the top rope as the rest of his body fell back. His body twisted around into a mess as he smashed against the apron before hitting the floor.
As soon as he hit the ground, Dean's right arm came up and grabbed his left shoulder with a strangled yell. "Dean!" She rushed over.
Both her and the ref knelt down beside the man as the same time checking him over for any signs that said he couldn't fight. She checked his stitches that somehow held up after everything before reaching down to touch his left arm.
"You ok?" She asked getting to his face.
"Ow." He groaned as he all but panted from the pain. Eyes still closed, he worked that left arm up and down.
"Three!" She heard the ref call out over the cheering crowd.
"You still in this?" She asked tapping on him, trying to get his attention. "Dean."
"Yeah." He breathed.
"Well then you have to get up, you're being counted out."
"Four!"
Dean's eyes flashed open and bounced around as if he was trying to figure out where he was. "Move." He ordered as he rolled towards her.
Scooting out of the way, watched him with careful eyes as he got to his knees and gave that arm a roll. By the count of six he was up on his feet and heading for the ring. As pulled himself up onto the apron, Barrett stepped forward and kicked him right back off.
Angel cried out as Dean tumbled back to the floor next to her, landing on all fours. Instantly she reached down for him. "You alright?" She asked once again as she patted him on the back. Looking up, she noticed Barrett making his way to the steel steps. Obviously coming to deliver some more punishment.
Trying to bid a little time for Dean, Angel pushed herself up off the floor and raced around meeting Barrett at the bottom of the stairs. "You leave him alone!" She yelled up at what she realized was a very tall man. He had to be at least three inches taller than Dean who was already more than a foot taller than she was.
"Get out of my way!" He glared at her.
Inhaling a shaky breath, she stood up tall and shook her head. "I said leave him…" Before she could finish her sentence, Barrett grabbed her arm and flung her out of the way. Stumbling over her own two feet and with the added weight of Dean's leather jacket, she found herself crashing into the stretcher that was still at ring side to promote the stretcher match that was going to happen later.
"You ok?" She heard fans ask her as they held the stretcher from moving so she could get back to her feet.
She gave them a warm smile and nodded her head before hearing yet another loud hit rang through the arena getting a 'oooo' from the crowd. Angel's head shot over to see Dean was still laying on the floor only now he was scrunched up more while holding his stomach.
A nasty smirk came to Barrett's face as he reached down and grabbed Dean by the left arm.
Angel watched in horror, as he twisted the arm around before using it to yank Dean down so that he landed right on that injured shoulder. Without thinking, Angel once again rushed to his side.
"Move." The deep, raspy English accent grated against her ears as she felt someone grabbing at her arm.
Looking up she saw Barrett standing there with that same nasty smirk on his face. "Don't touch me." She said ripping her arm out of his grasp.
Barrett leaned down. "Move or I'll move you." He warned as he grabbed Dean by the hair and forced him up onto his feet.
Worry hit her as Dean didn't fight when as he was thrown into ring. She didn't know if he was that out of it or if he thought it was better to not waste any energy on fighting at this moment.
Come on, Dean. Fight back. She begged as she watched Barrett torture his left arm, he used it to twist him around so that Dean's back was towards him so that he could grab him by the neck and aim him right for the corner.
"Dean get out of there!" Angel yelled over the crowd as she rushed to make sure way towards him. "Dean!" Her pleads when unnoticed as Barrett tossed Dean shoulder first into the steel post.
Fighting for position with the camera crew, Angel weaseled her way closer to him. Pain was written all over his face as he hung there, draped over the second rope. Dean's shot tense and his mouth was open wide as he tried to move himself.
Trying to help in anyway she could, she watched as Dean weaseled his way-out inch by inch. The man had almost had his way out of the ring when Barrett came over and started stomping on any part of him that he could. "Barrett, stop!" She screamed as she grabbed on Dean's right arm and tried to help remove him from the ring. "Stop him!"
After what seemed like forever, the ref finally removes Barrett.
Tears started to brim in her eyes as she watched Dean slink his way out of the ring, he was basically just letting his own body weight to the work while he tried to hold on to the bottom rope to stop himself from crashing.
"Dean, Dean look at me." She begged as he tried to get back up. "Dean, can you really go on? Dean!"
Suddenly, she felt herself being pushed backwards as Dean pushed himself to his feet. After catching her footing, Angel looked up and saw that Barrett had gotten out of the ring and was coming after Dean. Dean however was not ready for the man as he couldn't even get his hands up in time for the punch to the head.
Angel put her arm out to try and stop Dean as he stumbled backwards but he never reached them as Barrett grabbed his left arm and twisted it so that his hand was behind his back.
"Barrett!" Her cry was for not as he threw Dean into the apron, pinning his hurt arm. Those tears that were once brimming, now fell as she as Dean was thrown into the ring.
Wiping away her tears, Angel shook her head at herself. She had a hard time watching Dean getting beat up like this, but for some reason it was hitting her hard the last couple of shows, ever since Monday…
Ever since her big announcement to the world, she hadn't really let herself think about it. There was just too much going on and she needed to focus on that instead of the news that she was indeed in love with Dean Ambrose. However, now those thoughts were running freely through her head.
She wasn't just watching Dean getting injured and beaten up, she was watching the man she loved. Biting her, she held her stomach as she tired to contain the sob that was working its way out. This was a bad time for all those emotions to bubble to the surface. Don't do this, Angel. She yelled at herself. Don't have a breakdown on live TV.
Trying to get a rein on her emotions, she hadn't realized that Barrett had Dead in a hold that put torque on his shoulder until she heard someone stomping their feet against the mat. Clearing her head, she looked up and saw that Dean was fighting the hold as best he could without hurting his arm even more.
Shaking herself, Angel blinked away the tears in her eyes and stepped up to the apron. "Come on, Dean!" She cheered and clapped her hands. "You can get out of that." She gripped onto the apron, as she watched Dean somehow untwist his arm and fight his way up to his feet. "There you go, Dean!"
Once he was up, he used his whole body to push the slightly taller man backwards, while pressing his free hand against the man's face. A little bit of a dirty trick but it if got him free then she could care less.
After a reserved Irish Whip and shoulder tackle latter, Dean seemed to gain control of the match one again. Knocking Barrett to the mat over and over, all while cradling his left arm. As Dean stumbled over to the ropes to catch his breath, Angel's mind flooded back to the story that he had told her about how he first injured that arm and she found herself wondering how she never noticed how bad the arm was before. She remembered the Shield debuting and watching these three indestructible men fighting as hard as they could. There was never a sign of weakness, but maybe that's because they fought to make it look that way. As Dean rammed his good shoulder into Barrett's gut, she reclassified his arm from a weakness in her mind to a handicap in her mind.
Another reversed Irish Whip and Dean was now in the corner next to her. "That's not where you wanna be." She tired to rally him out of the corner as Barrett came headlong. At the last second, Dean twisted himself so that Barrett ran right into this good shoulder.
Angel could stop the gasp that came from her as Dean pushed himself back up onto the ropes. She gave him a hard look as he gave his left arm a few hits before wrapping it around Barrett's neck and tucking the men into his side. He was once again going for a Tornado DDT.
She held her breath as Dean set the move up and didn't breathe again until both men hit the mat. Both men looked down and out as they rolled on the mat, holding body parts.
"Cover him!" She yelled as Dean stirred doing just that.
The cover looked good, but Barrett was able to kick out at two.
"That's ok. You'll get him." She called at the man who was hitting the mat in frustration. She knew he wanted to finish this match quickly to lessen the blow to his arm. "Pace yourself, Dean."
Her advice when unnoticed as Dean turned right around into a hit to the gut. Looking as if he was still trying to catch his breath, Barrett grabbed Dean's hair, holding him in place before hitting him in the top of the head.
"Get those hands up Ambrose." The ref called as Dean adjusted his footing so that he could stay up on his feet.
That one hit was all that Barrett needed to get back up into the match. He grabbed Dean and looked at if he was going for an Irish Whip, but Dean quickly reversed the move, but hanging onto the man's arm and twisted it into a short clothesline.
"Come one!" She jumped as Dean almost leaped into the cover.
Barrett kicked out, throwing Dean off him.
Angel couldn't tell what was coming out of Dean's mouth as he rose to his feet. She just knew it wasn't safe for TV. That left arm still pinned to his side, he locked his eyes on Barrett who was across the way using the ropes to get to his feet.
"Pace yourself." She called but was once again ignored as Dean rushed over to pin Barrett to the ropes before man could do anything and pinned him against the ropes before using his good arm to hit the man until the ref told him it was enough.
Turning around, Dean raced off toward the far ropes. An excitement ran through her as she knew he was going for a drop kick, only to be washed away as Barrett caught him midway across. The momentum that Dean had built was used against him as Barrett smashed him down against the mat.
Angel hissed as Barrett covered.
One, two. Dean kicked out.
Barrett grumbled in frustration as he rose to his feet and grabbed Dean who wasn't even able to get to his feet yet. Before Dean could do anything, Barrett picked him up and slung him over his shoulders in a fireman carry, which was the set up for his finisher, Wasteland.
No. No. No. Angel panicked as Barrett stepped into the middle of the ring while holding onto Dean. She knew that if BNB was able to hit that move, Dean would end up landing on his left arm and that would be the end of the match.
However, before Barrett could pull off the move, Dean sprung into action. He pushed himself up off the man's shoulders just enough that he was able to wrap his legs around Barrett's left arm while hooking the right with his arm. The switch was quicker than Angel's eyes could catch, and in a blink of an eye she was watching the ref counting a roll-up in.
Barrett kicked out a two.
D.D.D
Dean's body shook as he pushed himself off the mat after the lariat he had just hit on Barrett. He had wanted to get this over with quickly, a choice fueled by the mixture of numbness and pain that pulsed through his arm. He had through he had him on the roll up but nope, now he was going to have put an end to things with a Dirty Deeds.
Getting up, he grabbed Barrett's hair and prepared himself for his finishing move. Though before he could even pull the man in his grasp to his feet, he heard the crowd starting to raise up with a mix of cheers and boos.
He questioned their reaction but didn't care, it was time to finish this fight.
"Ambrose!" A voice that sounded like nails on a chalk board called through the crowd. "Yo, Ambrose!" He looked over to where the voice was coming from and his eyes instantly locked onto the son of a bitch himself, Seth Rollins.
Bad move, Sethie. He shook his head as he let go of the all but forgotten Wade Barrett. His attention was now all on the man who was wearing the all black ensemble that was starting to make him sick to see.
"You want your chance to get your hands on me?" Seth smirked. "Well here I am." He challenged as held his arms open wide.
The challenge sent a spike of anger shooting through him.
"Forget about me?" He heard as a hand came down on his shoulder.
"Nah." He said twisting around, arm drawn back for the punch. As soon as Barrett was down, he whipped his head back to Seth who was making his way up onto the apron. "Just got bigger fish to fry…" He raced over to meet Seth just before he was about to duck through the ropes. "I don't think so."
He popped him in the face, knocking him to the floor. Feeling the mat moving behind him, he turned back to see Barrett rushing toward him to once again take advantage of his 'distracted state'. But Dean had a different idea. Side stepping the man, Dean grabbed him by the back of tossed him out of the ring, so that he went crashing down next to Seth.
As he watched both men scrambling to get to their feet, the oh so familiar light bulb clicked in his head. Taking a deep breath, he turned on his heels and took off toward the far ropes, using them to gain that little extra punch to his Suicide Dive.
Pain ripped through his bad arm as soon as he landed but he ignored it the best he could as he looked around the dog pile for Seth, only to find him crawling away. Not this time. He pushed himself up to his feet, and quickly stalked after the man who was trying to dump himself into the crowd.
Not even waiting for Seth to get himself over the barricade, Dean grabbed the man which ended with both of them falling in a tangled mess on the other side.
As soon as they hit the floor, Dean didn't stop throwing punches. Not caring about the pain or the fatigue that was racking his body. Not caring that fans were yelling at him. All he cared about was the feeling of his bare knuckles connecting with any part of Seth.
The only thing that pulled him away, was the sound of the bell ring, ending the match. Looking back at the ring, he noticed Angel standing by the barricade, with her lips pursed while Barrett stood in the ring with his arms up in victory. Shit.
He had done it again. He let Seth distract him and once again it costed him the match. Glancing back down at where Seth had been just moments before, he realized that the bastard had ran away.
Anger poured through him again. He had lost his match and had let Seth get away. Now there was only one person he could take out his anger on. With his target in his sights, he ran to the barricade, hopped over it and slid into the ring. Without wasting a moment, he knocked Barrett down to the mat with one heavy blow to the back.
He knew that someone would end up calling him a sore loser for that, but he didn't care. In fact, he wanted more. Grabbing the man's hair, he picked him up to his feet, only to planet him right back down to the mat with Dirty Deeds.
Adrenaline rushed through him, making his pulse pound in his ears, making his vision blur slightly. He knew he needed to calm down or he was liable to do something stupid. His eyes snapped back to the man laying on the mat at his feet. I need to get out of here. He said to himself as his mind races with more punishments that he wanted to inflict on Barrett.
Quickly rolling under the ropes he sat on the apron, his eyes landing on Angel who happened to be standing right in font of him. "I already know." He looked down at his knuckles which were turning white with how hard he was clenching his fists.
"How did it feel?" Her question confused him. "How did it feel to finally get your hands-on Seth? Because from where I was standing it looking pretty good." She smirked.
Dean looked eyes with her. "God, how did I get so lucky." He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a quick, hard kiss. When he pulled away her face was red but that smirk was still there.
"You didn't answer my question? How did it feel?"
"So, damn good."
"I hope you gave him a hit for me." She said stepping back so he could get down.
"Every other hit is for you." He winked.
"Good." Paying no attention to the camera man who were all up in their faces, Dean wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to his side. "Notice something?" She asked pointing up. He glanced up to the lights and looked around for something weird only to see nothing. "The music."
He paused a bit and listened to the music that he just noticed was playing and realized that it was the song that Hank had made for him. His new theme song. Not the Shield theme. Dean Ambrose's theme.
"Doesn't that just sound perfect?" He leaned down and nuzzled her hair.
BrookeWorm3: I love his theme. However if you like to listen to the theme mashups, Dean's theme doesn't work with anyone elses. I hope this chapter was worth the excitement.
Silentmayhem: With Roman I was trying to give a reason why he stays in the Shield Gear and pretty much keeps the Shield's theme song. So many people complain about it, so tried to make it fit the story a bit more. The girls will most certainly have more talks in the future. Galina and Angel have to keep their boys in line.
Labinnaclove: I'm glad you see that! I'm trying to show her growth and still make it fit into the story. I hope I'm doing ok with that.
Katara Melody Cullen: Thanks! I'm glad you liked it!
Sonia: That was a hard chapter to write, it's hard to see the boys facing their emotions but I'm glad you said it was worth it.
MissMartinez: I'm so glad you like the story! God, two days to read ninety one chapters that's a lot. I can't even't reread my story like that. Mainly because I always see errors and have to edit but still. They most certainly will stick it to Seth! In many ways.
Canadice: I'm back! This story is my baby. I will always come back to it. I've just been going through some stuff so it's been hard. But I'm back baby!
MarshWoffe: Welcome to the reviews talky thingy! I'm sorry to make you sad. I'm so glad you like the story though. And I'm so happy you did review! It means a lot to me. I've been trying to keep to Dean's character but it is hard because other then Seth and Roman we barely see Dean in any sort of relationship. He don't really get to see the soft side. I'm glad you think I'm good a good job. Don't worry this story will be around for a long time to come, it's the only thing keeping me sane. So I hope you like really long stories. Thanks again!