Welcome to Chapter Hundred and One. Hey sorry for who long this took. I feel really bad. It's not my best work, but I hope you like it.
Monday Night Raw: June 30, 2014
Groaning, Angel rolled over in bed and instantly her stomach felt like it was going to burst. Swallowing, she tried to settle the sick feeling that crept up her throat. When that didn't help, she forced herself to sit up in the bed, pausing halfway to fend off the overwhelming need to throw up.
"How you feeling?" She heard a chuckle from across the room.
"Like someone put me on a tilt-a-whirl a thousand times."
"And you know what that feels like?"
"Yeah," She grumbled. "this."
"Are you going to be ok for the show tonight?"
She nodded. "Should be." She inhaled through her nose and pushed herself the rest of the way up, so that she could lean against the headboard. Brushing her long hair out of her face, she looked over to where Dean was sitting so causally at the table. "What about you? How are you feeling?"
"Fine."
"Fine?"
"Yep." He nodded with a cocky smirk. "I even worked out already." She blinked at him. She didn't know what made her more upset; the fact that he was fine after drinking pretty much as much as she did, or the fact that he worked out when he was supposed to be resting his left arm. "I went for a run, did some crunches, sit-ups; it was pretty much a leg and core day." He said as if reading her mind.
"So, you did keep up your end of the bargain?"
"I did." He rubbed his left arm. "You can even ask Roman."
She nodded, knowing that if he was daring her to call Roman that he really did listen. "What time is it." She asked rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"Almost noon."
She dropped her hand and looked at him with wide eyes. "You let me sleep until almost noon?"
"We didn't have anything to do this morning, so I thought 'hey why not'." He shrugged.
"Well, you still should have woken me up earlier. We do have a show to get ready for."
"Yeah, but then I wouldn't have been able to sit here and watch you drool on your pillow." He smirked.
Rolling her eyes at him, she lent over the best she could and grabbed her phone off the end table. Turning on the screen, she saw that she had missed a text from Renee asking if she was alive after last night and a call from home probably wondering about Dean's arm. After texting Renee back, she debated calling her family but there was a huge part of her that didn't want to deal with her panicked mother at this moment, not when she had to focus on her churning stomach.
Peaking over at Dean, she sighed. "We need to call my parents."
"We?"
"It's you that they're calling about." She told him.
"Yeah, but they're your parents." He said even as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. She couldn't help but smile as he brought the phone to his ear. "Hey Evelyn." Dean said leaning back into his chair. "Angel said you called. Yeah, yeah I'm ok. Just a little bump on the arm." As she slowly stirred from the bed, she could hear her mom arguing about his injury. "They're just overly cautious."
"Overly cautious?" She shook her head at the man's choice of words. She knew that he was telling her mom that the medics pulled him out of the match last night was just them being cautious. "Don't let him fool you mom!" She called as she made her way into the bathroom. "He dislocated his arm!" She gave him a coy smile before shutting the door.
Through the door she heard him trying to calm down her mom, who had indeed heard her. Laughing, she started to get herself ready for the day. When she came out of the bathroom, Dean was glaring at her with his arms crossed. "Something wrong?"
"That was uncalled for."
"What was?"
"Your mom just gave me a twenty-minute lecture about taking care of my body. If I wanted that I would have just called my own mom."
"Huh? Two mothers telling you to take care of your body better, maybe they're on to something."
"Don't be smart."
"Hey, I'm supposed to be smart. Since I'm the manager."
"You're lucky." He told her. "I almost told Evelyn how drunk you were last night, and that I had to stop you from walking out into traffic."
"For the last time, I wasn't going to walk out into traffic." She sighed grabbing her gym back off the floor.
"Yeah, because I was there."
She shook her head. "Shut up and get ready to head out. We have an hour drive and I need some food and caffeine."
…
Sipping her coffee, Angel walked around the hallways of the XL Center while listening to some music. She had some time to waste, since Dean was doing his mandated physical therapy for his arm. At first, she thought about just chilling in the corner on her laptop, while she waited but after the first round of exercises that the medic made him do, both she and Dean thought it was a good idea for her to go 'check on Roman' aka get the fuck out of the trainers' room. She was still trying to keep her end of her and Dean's bargain after all.
After really checking on Roman who was getting ready for the show, she decided to use the time to get her steps in and now she was on her third lap of the backstage area.
"Angel!" A voice called over her low volume music.
Turning around, she saw Paige walking up to her with a smile. "Hey." Angel smiled back as she pulled out headphones. "What's up?"
"Just wanted to check up on you. You were pretty out of it, last night."
"Yeah." She sighed. "I got a little carried away."
"Hey, we all have to let go sometimes."
"Next time remind me that I'll wake up feeling like my stomach is trying to work it's way up my throat."
"Will do." She laughed. "Oh hey have you been on Twitter today?"
Angel shook her head. "No, I don't really use things like Twitter." In fact, she hadn't used it since she made her account back when she started working for the WWE. She wasn't even sure what her password was.
"What!" Paige gasped, almost as if she was offended by the fact that Angel didn't use Twitter. "What kind of manager doesn't use social media?"
She shrugged. "Dean doesn't like it much, and Roman takes care of his own online presents, so I don't really have to."
"Well, you at least have to check out my post from last night." She said proudly. "It's already got like ten thousand likes."
"I'll check it out." She promised.
"You better." Paige walked away without another word.
Shaking her head, Angel started her way back to the trainers' room. Hopefully Dean was almost done with his treatment.
As she walked into the brightly lit room, her eyes instantly went to Dean who was laying face down on the exam table, with a weight dangling from his arm.
"He's almost done." The medic said as she stopped in the doorway.
Nodding at the man, she took up her original spot in the corner of the room. Sliding down to the floor, she pulled out her phone and started to check over the lists of flights and hotels that she had booked slash needed to book. That's when Paige's voice entered her head. Maybe the woman was right, maybe she should use social media more. Especially since she's a manager and should probably promote her clients.
Letting out a small sigh, she pulled up the app on her phone that she never used before. The login screen appeared, and she stared at it blankly. She knew what her username was AngelMilesWWE, but she haven't a Scooby on what her password could be. She began typing in her different go too passwords and much to her surprise it went through with the fourth one.
Her eyes ran around the screen as if she was looking at ancient text. That was until her eyes locked on the fact that she had ninety-nine plus notifications. Should have check this sooner. She clicked it.
Her eyes widened, the tab was filled with posts mentioning her, Dean, Roman, the Shield, and even Seth. Quickly scrolling through the content, she saw Paige's name sticking out. Clicking on the notification, she was suddenly greeted with a picture of Dean helping her walk back to the hotel last night. On top of the picture was the text 'Everyone should have someone like Dean Ambrose to help them back after drinking too much with the girls'. She chuckled as she hit the like button.
"What's got you so happy over there?" She heard a grunt come from Dean.
Looking up from her phone, she saw that he had turned his head to look at her. "Nothing, just something Paige posted on Twitter." She said turning her phone around so Dean could see it.
He picked up his head so he could see the screen better and smirked, before laying back down on the bed. "Didn't think that you liked Twitter."
"I don't really." She sighed looking back at the post. "Paige stopped me and asked me if I saw her post. It got me thinking, that maybe I should start using it, you know to promote my clients and stuff."
"Yeah, still not my thing. Why the hell should I care if you ate cake for breakfast or if you got a new pair of super expensive shoes. Fucking dumb it fi you ask me." He mumbled. "But you do you. Just try not to post about all the hot sex we have." He winked.
"Dean!" She gasped as she realized that the medic was standing right next to them.
"I'm just saying, I would prefer you didn't post anything personal like that."
Face red, Angel huffed. "You could have just said don't post anything personal."
"Where's the fun in that?"
She rolled her eyes at the man and glanced back at the medic who seemed as offput as she did. Well at least it wasn't just her.
Trying to turn her attention to her phone, while Dean finished his treatment, she kept scrolling through some Twitter notification. A lot of them were just reposting of gifs or videos of any moment that Dean showed up on the show; there was also a lot of fanart, sweet posts saying nice things, and of course some complaints but it was all humbling and almost brought tears to her eyes.
When she looked up from her phone again, she saw that Dean was now sitting up while the medic taped his shoulder. "We good to go?" She asked.
The medic finished up his job and nodded. "As long as someone doesn't decide to do anything too stupid." He warned.
"Me, do something stupid?" Dean scoffed as he hopped off the table bed thing. "Never."
Rolling her eyes, Angel rose to her feet. "I'll try to make sure he behaves."
The medic nodded. "Oh, and make sure you wrap your arm up if you're going to do anything physical." He tossed Dean the big wad of sport tape and walked away.
Dean smirked as he turned towards her, throwing the tape up into the air and catching it. "Ready to go?" She asked at the man who looked to happy to be free.
He nodded. "Let's blow this popsicle stand." They made their way to where their things and Roman was waiting for them.
"Hey!" Roman called out to them as they settled into the chairs that Dean stole when they go to the arena. "How was your time with the Doc?"
He shrugged "A lot of raising and lowering my arm." He acted out the movement. "But all an all, fine."
"He needs to keep his shoulder taped." She added. "And not do anything stupid."
Roman laughed. "When would he do anything stupid?"
"That's what I said." Dean snickered as he put on his leather jacket.
"Don't egg him on." She begged Roman who just stuck his tongue out at her. "I need him to be on his best behavior at least until that arm heals."
"You're asking for a lot."
"I know."
Dean slumped down in the chair next to her. "So, what's on the card tonight?" He adjusted his jacket.
Snapping into manager mode, she pulled her phone out and flicked open the schedule for tonight show. "Do you want everything or just things that you would care about?" Dean gave him her a look that said, 'what do you think?'. "Alright, the show is starting off with the Authority revealing the WWE 2k15 cover art." Dean rolled his eyes. "Ok, then Seth is going to face RVD."
"Oh, there what I'm looking for." Dean clapped his hand.
"Yeah, I knew you would be excited about that." She smirked.
"What are you going to do this time?" Roman asked. "DQ the match? Attack him afterwards? Steal his briefcase when he's not looking?"
"All great ideas." Dean said. "And I'm going to pocket the stealing his briefcase for later, but nah, I was thinking of something a little more subtle, like a live titantron promo."
"That is subtle for you."
"I want to ease him into things. You know, give him a warning that cheating me out of the win last night is going to make his life a living hell." Dean pursed his lips.
"Even if you had won, you would have made his life a living hell anyway."
"Ture. It's becoming my favorite past time."
Looking back at her phone, she tried to find something else of note that was on the schedule. Sheamus and the Usos were going up against the Wyatts, the Miz was scheduled to come back from filming and AJ Lee was supposed to show up tonight; all great things that she thought was interesting, but she was sure Dean could care less. Her eyes locked onto a little asterisk next to the slot that should have been the Main Event. Match set to change. Wrestlers who should be ready; Randy Orton, Kane, John Cena, and Roman Reigns.
"I think that Roman is in the Main Event tonight." She said trying to figure it out for herself.
"You think?" Roman rose a brow.
"It's says that the match is set to change, but the wrestlers that should be ready for the main event are you, Randy, Kane, and John Cena."
"Aren't all matches set to change?"
"Yeah, but this one has a special note, which is weird."
"Huh?" Roman cracked his knuckles. "Well, no matter what that match is, I'll be ready."
Angel's phone went off and she looked back down to see that she had a new message from Renee. Opening it is laughed as she read it.
I'm supposed to interview Seth after his match with RVD.
Ew….
She shook her head and typed back that she should smack him in the face with the mic just for fun. "Apparently Renee had to interview Seth today and she's not happy about it."
"Who would be happy if they had to interview that prissy little bitch?" Dean asked. "I sure wouldn't be."
"We all know you wouldn't be." Angel patted him on the shoulder.
D.D.D.
Dean popped his gum as he, Roman, and Angel watched the start of the show. He cocked his head as the Authority came down to the ring with smiles. He wasn't the only one who thought it was weird, as both Cole and Jerry Lawler were saying that same thing.
Stephanie started out trying to make herself more 'relatable' to the crowd by bring up the fact that she was born here in Hartford. She then went on to congratulate Seth for his win, which had him gritting his teeth. He didn't want to sit here and listen to Hunter and Stephanie talk about how great Seth was and how he 'won' the Money in the Bank contract fair and square. He would rather hit his head off the concert wall behind him. Depending on how long this goes on, I might.
However, much to his surprise they moved on from talking all about Seth, only to start boasting about John Cena. Which was even more surprising.
"Wait?" Dean looked around. "Did I just fall into an alternate reality or are they praising Cena for his win?"
"Unless we all fell into the same reality, nope this is real." Angel told him.
"I don't like this." Roman said as they called Cena out.
A few moments later and the self-made rap came blasting though the speakers. When Cena came out onto the stage, she looked a little freaked out.
Stephanie went to say something to the man but Cena cut her off before telling the world that Daniel Bryan was going to come back better then ever and that he was going to give him a title shot for the titles he's never lost. Which got a huge cheer.
Stephanie brushed off what Cena said as if he didn't just promise and opportunity to the one person, they really didn't want back in the title picture. "To commemorate your fifteenth WWE World Heavyweight Championship, we are proud to announce that you are going to be feature on the cover of the latest installment of the video game 2k franchise WWE 2k15!" There was a drumroll before a big banner showing the cover came down from the top of the arena.
"Ok, uh. Frist of all; thanks, and believe it or not to be on the cover 2k15 is a great honor. But this isn't right. You guys are being way, way too nice, way, way too fast." Cena said pointing out what everyone else was thinking. "Because I was there at Money in the Bank last night. And the second that match ended I saw a different look on this pair of faces."
Stephanie started to say that they were upset because they were worried about Randy last night, but Cena interrupted saying that they only reason they were worried about him was because Randy is in their back pocket.
Dean was starting to get a little more annoyed that he was starting to agree more and more with John Cena these days. Though he guessed that's what happens when you're on the same side of the locker room, the anti-Authority side.
"The reason that's real and them smiles are phony is because you know you don't control me and right now whether you like it or don't, the champ is here!"
Then for some reason, Hunter went all fake gangster on Cena, saying stuff like 'homie' and 'chill dawg'. It was very strange and stupid. And just made Hunter look like even more of an ass. "I think you got something wrong here John." He suddenly stopped the act. "We don't have a problem with you, we've never had a problem with you. I don't have a problem with you being on the cover of 2k15, I don't have a problem with you being on the cover of magazines and making movies and being a big superstar. Hell, it doesn't even bother me that you're that champion. As long, as you do it with some respect." He looked at Cena hard in the eyes. "Because you know as well as I do, that all of this can go away like that. And you know as well as I do, and you've known this since day one; you can do things around here the easy way or you can do things the hard way."
John smirked. "Well, if the easy way is running around as your little stooge then I'll do things the way I always do, I'll do things the hard way."
"You know what John, honestly I would have been disappointed if you said anything else. Hard way is your choice, then hard way it shall be. So, at Battleground, you will defend your newly won WWE World Heavyweight Championship in a fatal four-way match."
"That sucks." Dean heard Roman groan next to him as Stephine explained the rules of a fatal four-way match like a smartass.
"Yeah, it does." He agreed thinking about to when he had to defend the US championship in a fatal four-way.
"That's great." Cena said monotoned. "Who's in it."
"You want to know who's in it? It's funny you should say 'who's in it' because two of the guys who's in it, you're going to face tonight. It's going to be the 'Viper' Randy Orton and the 'Demon' Kane. But don't worry John, tonight you'll have a partner against those two men. Tonight, your partner will be the third man you will fight against to keep those championships, Roman Reigns."
Roman inhaled sharply as his name was announced. "Well, I guess we now know what that special note meant."
"Yeah, I guess so." Angel nodded. "You up for this?"
"Babygirl, do you have to ask?"
"It's kind of my job."
"I'm up for it."
Dean turned his attention away from the show as Cena teased Stephanie for her 'mud match' with Vickie Guerrero. "Everything seems to be looking good for you man, teaming with Cena tonight in the main event and in a fatal four-way for the titles at Battleground."
"Aw, don't be jealous." Roman smirked at him.
"Hey, I was being serious." He laughed. "Plus, what do I have to be jealous about. I'm going to have a blast with all the plans I have to our 'brotha'."
Speaking of which, Seth's music started up and Dean's eyes shot back to the scene. Anger went thought him like lightening as he watched the man smugly walk out paying Cena very little attention as they passed on the stage. Oh, what plans I have for you.
A.A.A.
Not even bothering to watch the match between Seth and RVD, her and Dean took off to find a space for their titantron promo. Once they did, Angel set up the camera and patched into the feed. The small screen that was attached the camera turned on and showed Seth parading around the ring as his music played. Meaning he had won.
Renee appeared on the screen in a cute little tank top and very shinny skirt that had her judging her best friend, just a little bit. "Seth Rollins, last night…"
"Hey, hey, hey." Seth stopped her. "If you're going to introduce me lady, do it right. It's Mr. Money in the Bank Seth Rollins to you toots." The crowd booed and Angel wanted to join them. "Hey, What you guys? You think it's arrogance, right? It's not arrogance if you can; Back. It. Up. So, in my opinion, you 'all just bitter that I was right, and you were wrong. Cause you realize this is my golden ticket…"
"Start it up, I can't listen to his annoying voice anymore." Dean growled.
"Righto." She pushed the record button and waited for the little lights that indicated they were patched into the titantron to turn on. She nodded at him.
"Seth." Dean called as Seth continued to rant. "SETH!" He tired against this time getting him to shut up. "Listen puppet boy, from one scumbag to another, you don't really think this is over, do ya? You don't really think you won last night, do ya? You didn't win. In fact, your plan a failed miserably, and your 'daddy' Triple H had to bail you out with your plan b; sending Uncle Kane down to knock me off that ladder. You know I'm not even upset about what happen at Money in the Bank, because it might be more fun this way." He said somehow sounding both excited and threatening at the same time. "Every time you even think about cashing in that contract, I'm going to be there. I'm going to haunt you. So, go ahead and make all the plans you want, because that briefcase you're holding doesn't have a contract inside, it's loaded with TNT and every time you try to cash it in it's going to blow up in YOUR FACE. SETH, believe that." He gave a smirk.
Angel almost forgot to stop the recording as she stared right at Dean's face through the view finder. Once again, his promo skills sent a chill down her spine. It was so intimidating and hot at the same time. "That was good." She said clearing her throat. She put the camera on the travel case next to her and stretched her arm. "Another great promo in the wing." She turned around and was greeted with Dean being a little closer than she expected. "You ok?"
"Yeah." He said taking another step closer. "Just the promo has me a little hyped up." He smirked. "You know, adrenaline."
"Dean." She pressed her back against the travel case.
"Angel." He reached out and moved a piece of hair out of her face.
"We're in the open."
"We're in a back hallway, where no one will be coming around." He told her
"You supposed to behave."
"I'm supposed to not do anything too stupid." He grabbed her by the hips. "Would you call this too stupid?"
"That's not what I…"
He kissed her. "Was that too stupid?"
"No." She said looking up into those baby blues. They were just as intense as they where when he was giving that promo. He kissed her again, this time lifting her up. Squealing into the kiss, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled back. "Your arm." She worried. To ease her panic, he adjusted his hold so that he was holding her with only his right arm and used his left one to pull her back into yet another kiss.
Heat rose in Angel's stomach and made its way to her chest. Her senses were going nuts. She could feel him all over, feel his scruff against her face, could feel as his hand tangled into his hair. She could smell the mint in his breath from the gum that he had been chewing on all night, could smell the leather of his jacket, as well as that scent that was just totally Dean Ambrose. She could even hear the little moans and grunts as he pressed her harder into the travel case behind her.
It was all overwhelming and had her body tingling. Would she ever get used to the way that his body wrapped around hers? She didn't think so. Without realizing it, Angel's hand snaked under Dean's tank top which had become untucked in their passionate kiss. His skin was warm against her and she could help but to run her touch up to his chest…only stopping when she felt the bandage that was supposed to add support to his shoulder.
Noticing her hesitation, Dean pulled back. "Hey are you breaking our deal?"
"No." She shook her head.
"Huh uh?" He looked at her like he didn't believe her.
"I'm not." She told him. "Just wasn't expecting to feel the bandage."
"Remember, it's just to add support." He told her. "If I had a match tonight, I could wrestle."
"I know. Like I said I was just taken back." She drew her hand out of his tank top. She brought it up and touched his face, the scruff scratching her fingers. She chuckled as he nipped at her. "How can you stand the scruff? Isn't it itchy."
"Yeah." He rubbed his own cheek. "It can get very annoying. But shaving is a hassle."
"At least you look good with the scruff."
"Do I?"
"Yeah, clean shaven or scuffy… you look good."
"What if I grow out a fully fledge beard?" He asked.
"I don't know. Haven't seen you with one." She paused. "Which is weird, since I've seen you with really long air, pink hair, slicked back hair, but I haven't seen you with a beard."
"Maybe I'll grow it out one day." He shrugged. "Today is not that day. Imma shave when we get back to the hotel."
"Sounds good."
"Oh? Do you have plans for my face when we get back."
"Don't be dirty."
He winked at her. "Well, I guess we should get that camera back before Hank sends a search party for it."
Angel nodded as she looked back at the camera. "This wouldn't be the best position to be caught in."
"Jimmy and Jey caught us like this, remember?"
Did she remember, of course she did. She had to stop herself from blushing as she thought about how embarrassed she was when they walked by to tell them to get a room. "Yeah, well Roman's cousins are one thing, members of the production crew are another."
With one last kiss. Dean went to step back to let her down, when something seemed to catch on the travel case, making him stumble a bit. "Shit." He sighed as he dropped her to her feet.
Looking down, she noticed to bit ripped in the knees of Dean's pants. "Oops."
Kicking both legs around, he shook his head. "Yet another pair bites the dust."
"Looks like jean shopping is on the list of things to do while you're back home this week."
"Fuck." He groaned. "Can't I just have wardrobe buy a bunch of jeans for me in bulk?"
She laughed at the look on his face, it was like just the through of having to go shopping pained him. "We can ask Racheal but I'm not sure that that's what the department is really for. But we can ask."
They did indeed stop wardrobe to ask Racheal if she could buy Dean some jeans in bulk so that big man didn't have to go shopping for himself and boy, she didn't seem too happy about that. She looked up from the project she was working and raised a brow at Dean.
"You want me to buy you jeans in bulk?"
"Yeah?" He said like he was unsure himself now.
Racheal inhaled. "Text me your size, preferred cut, and brand. I'll see what I can do." She looked back down. "At least that's an easy request." She mumbled something about someone's gear being too big and small at the same time.
"Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah." She waved them off.
Walking out of the curtained off area, Dean let out a sigh. "You alright?" Angel asked with a chuckle.
"I hate doing shit like that." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I just really hate shopping for clothes."
She could imagine why, just by his build alone finding clothes that fit must have been a pain. She had bought him two hoodies and both of them needed to have the arms cut off so that he could wear them, since the shoulders weren't wide enough. She didn't even want to know how hard shopping for jeans were for him, being tall and bulky; with a booty.
"Well, if someone didn't rip his jeans every other night then maybe we wouldn't have to worry about it." She teased.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Hey, it's not my fault."
"Then whose is it."
"My job and girlfriend." He smirked.
Angel stopped and turned towards the man. "Ok, I get blaming the job but how am I to blame for your jeans?"
"If you weren't such a damn minx then I wouldn't have snagged my pants on the travel case."
"If I weren't a minx?" She raised a brow. "You started it with your promo."
He smirked and just shrugged.
Fighting a smile, she rolled her eyes and turned back towards the way they were walking, just intime for her vision to be filled with brown hair. Stopping dead in her tracks, it took her a moment to realize that it was AJ Lee standing in front of her with a huge smile on her face and her hands behind her back.
"Um, hi?" She blinked at the woman before glanced at Dean who looked at confused as she was.
"Hey, sorry for stopping you like this, but I just wanted to stop and apologize for the way I acted before. It was so uncalled for, I got huffy with you and took out all my anger out on you and we hadn't even officially met yet." She looked at the ground. "I'm not trying to make an excuse, but I wasn't in the best place after losing my title." A flash of anger came over her face. "But after taking some time off to recollect myself before my wedding, I realized what I did, and realized it was wrong."
It had taken Angel the entire rant for her to remember what AJ was talking about. She had almost forgotten that AJ had been rude to her because she was 'in the way' of going after Paige who had just won the title from her. She was surprised that AJ had even remembered or was acting like this about it; it wasn't that big of a deal. However, as she looked into the woman's eyes, she realized that for some reason AJ thought it was a big deal and that she was waiting for something, something from Angel.
"Water under the bridge." She said hopping that that would appease her, and it seemed to as the woman's eyes lit up.
"Oh, I was hoping you would say that." She clapped her hands. "I felt so bad after I calmed down, I wanted to say I was sorry, but I didn't even know who to say sorry to. That was until Phill and I saw you on the show holding you own in the boys' division. Which is amazing by the way! Trust me, I know how hard it is."
"I wouldn't say that I'm holding my own…"
AJ grabbed her arm and gave her a shake. "You stood up to Triple H, to Randy Orton, to Batista, to Seth; I say you've been holding your own." She quickly let her go as if she burned her hands. "And not only that, Phill wanted me to tell you that he thinks you're a breath of fresh air in this company."
Angel went to smile at her and say that that's sweet, but her brain did a flip as she remembered that the Phill she was talking about was Phill Brooks aka CM Punk, who was if not will always be one of the best wrestlers in the world. And he said she was 'a breath of fresh air'.
Realizing that she had been just staring at the woman in front of her, while she figured everything out in her head, she cleared her throat and s smiled. "That really means a lot to me, especially coming from him. It makes me feel bad that I didn't get to meet him before he left."
AJ sighed and nodded her head. "I tried to persuade him to stay but you know when men like that make up their minds, it's almost impossible to change it."
"You're telling me." She glanced back to Dean who was now leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed and his head down.
"He was just so tired of fighting with the higher ups, you know, the Authority," She whispered as if just saying the factions name would summon them. "and he wanted to test his hand in UFC. He said that he wanted a real fight, since he couldn't find one around here." Her eyes flickered away for a moment. "Oh Dean! I didn't see you there. I'm so sorry." She looked back and forth at them. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize I was holding you up."
Nice as ever, Angel just shook her head. "Don't worry about it, we were just heading back to watch the show."
AJ smiled. "Well that's good, but I really should get going I go to get ready for my big return tonight."
"Oh, you have something planned?"
"I'm going to say a hello to our Diva's champion." She smirked. "Well tootles." She skipped away.
Angel blinked as she watched AJ run away. She shook her head and sighed. "That was weird, right?" Dean asked as he pushed himself from the wall.
"Yeah, it was."
"Good, it wasn't just me and my anti-social self."
"No, it wasn't just you." She patted him on the chest.
"And what the hell was that all about?" He asked bending his legs to give them a crack. "You told me the spat that happened between the two of you was stupid and petty."
"It was." She nodded. "She was angry and told me to get out of her way and Tamina came up and gave me that smirk that said either I move or she'll move me, so I did. That's all."
"Well, she just made it seem like she was the biggest bitch in the world to you."
"Maybe in her eyes she was." She shrugged.
"Maybe. Who knows with a weird one like her."
"Did you notice the clever slight on you?" She asked. "'He wanted a real fight, since he couldn't find one around here. Oh, hi Dean'" She mocked AJ's hyper voice.
"Yeah, I noticed." He smirked. "Kind of hard not to. Though I don't think she was trying to be very subtle."
"I think you're right."
"Geeze, how does filming a promo take that long?" Roman asked looking up from the plate of snacks that he was holding in on hand. "I mean I saw it air like forty minutes ago."
"Has it really been that long?" Angel looked at her phone to see that Roman was exaggerating, but not by much. "We made a few stops on the way back."
"Was one of those to an unlock office?"
"Not this time." Dean smirked.
"Why do we go those this every time." Angel asked stealing a carrot. "Seriously, you two are worse than high schoolers."
"That's because we've never grew up."
"Tell me something I don't know." She sighed. "So, did you talk to John yet."
"Nope and I'm not looking too."
"Wouldn't you want to get a game plan ready?"
"Nah." Roman tossed an olive in the air and caught it in his mouth.
"Nah? You wanna go into this blind?"
"Cena and I have teamed before."
"Yeah, but that was before you were a big threat to his title."
"It'll be fine." Dean patted her on the shoulder. "The two of them are professional, they'll do what they have to do to win."
She looked back at him with a pout on her face. "Still think you need to talk it over."
"Easy Baby Girl, I've got this."
"Just don't drop your guard. Specially not against Randy and Kane."
"Don't you trust me?" He asked.
She shook her head. "It's not that. I'm just saying that we have no idea what the Authority had planned." She looked at Dean for help. She knew that Roman would listen to him better.
They're eyes met and he gave her a look that said, 'fine I'll do it'. "She's right, Ro." He turned to his best friend. "The Authority put this match together because Cena turned them down, they're going to have something up their sleeve."
Roman pointed at him. "No, don't you jump on worried little Angel's train. You know I'm good for it man. You know I'm good. Like I said, I'll keep my head in the game and make sure that I keep an eye on Randy and Kane."
"Good!" She grabbed another carrot off the man's plate. "That's all I want." She winked. "Now I don't know about you, but I really wanted to get something else to eat."
Samcoo 12: I'm glad you like the chapter. I think Dean will get back at them.
Katara Melody Cullen: Tough guy with a soft middle. Drunk Angel is great! It was fun to write.
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Sonia: Thank you for all of you for checking up on me! Happy Holidays. I promise it's going to be a moment when Dean tells her I love you!
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