Chapter One Hundred and Six! Ahhhhhh I know this took so long. I'm so sorry. I'm still trying to find the episodes that I need. Thank you for everyone who tried to help. I'm good with Raw, I don't need to find Raw because it's all on Peacock, Smackdown isn't. SO please bare with me.
Monday Night Raw: July 7, 2014
"Alright boys, ten minutes until show time, both of you better be dressed and ready to go!" Angel called out before she even saw the two men she was looking for. "Especially you Roman, since you're starting the show."
"Wow!" Roman called back as she rounded the corner. "Maybe you wanna take a look before you start yelling, Babygirl." He gestured at him and Dean who was sitting next to him, both of them were fully dressed; Roman in his new ring gear while Dean was in his normal wife beater, jeans with ripped knees, and the modified hoodie that she had bought him.
"Hey, you never know with the two of you." She laughed and tossed them each a water bottle.
"That's why I said to look first."
She shook her head. "My luck, I would round the corner and one or both of you would be changing."
Roman laughed. "Hey, I'm not some heathen that changes in the middle of the hallway, and you've already seen all that Dean has to offer, so I don't see the problem."
"Oh no, she hasn't." Dean smirked as he chomped on his gum. "She's only gotten to see the tip of the iceberg, I got so much more to show her."
"Why? Why do we always end up talking about our sex life?" She asked, honestly curious.
"Because everyone's jealous baby." He said making Roman scoff.
"Well then, can everyone get a good lay, that way they stop." She sighed, turning towards Roman. "But seriously, are you ready for the show?"
"I got this in a bag." He said confidently. "Like I always do."
"So, you've planned out everything you're going to say?"
"Nope. But when have I ever done that?" He smiled smugly. "I'm going out there to tell the world that no one, not even Randy, or Kane, or Cena can take me down."
She shook her head at him. "Very well, I can see you have everything handled."
"Damn right."
"Now what about you?" She turned to Dean, her eyes darting from the man's face to his left shoulder and back. "Are you ready for your rematch against Randy?"
"Angel, you keep asking us if we're ready and we keep telling you, 'we were born ready'. When are you going to start believing us?"
"Oh, I believe you." She smiled. "But you were born twenty-eight years ago, a lot of things can happen in that amount of time that would make you not ready for things."
"Alright, smart ass."
"Takes one to know one."
"Oh." Roman mocked. "You didn't just use that line. What are you, a twelve-year-old who was just called a nerd or something?"
"Nah man." Dean shook his head. "I don't even think that twelve-year-olds say that anymore. What's next, the whole rubber and glue shit?"
"Oh shit man, I remember girls in my second grade class thinking they were so cool saying that." Roman chuckled. "'I am rubber you are glue anything you say bounces off of me and sticks to you.'"
"I hate that you know the whole thing."
"Will you two just shut up."
"Don't you mean, 'talk to the hand'?"
Rolling her eyes, she said. "Roman how about you get your ass down to the gorilla instead of making fun of the way I talk."
Laughing, he stood up from his chair. "Alright, alright all ready. I'll take the hint." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and threw it onto his bag. "Are you guys going to hang here?"
"Nah, we'll make our way down toward the gorilla." Dean stated. "That way we can watch your promo."
"Make sure to take notes."
"Sure thing my man, I'll give you a full run down of what I thought when you get back."
After Roman disappeared from their small corner, Angel moved to finish getting ready. Pulling her leather jacket out of her bag, she felt a pair of warm arms wrap around her waist. "Hands, touching hands." Dean sang in a low voice as he leaned his head on her shoulder. "touching me, touching you…"
"Sweet Caroline." She sang back as she brought a hand up to ruffle his hair. "You really do have that song stuck in your head, don't you?" He had been singing it ever since Friday. She had even heard him humming it in the shower this morning after his workout.
"It's a catchy song." He mumbled into her skin. "It's driving me crazy."
"Why not listen to some other music, that normally helps me."
He mumbled something against her.
"Dean." She giggled. "I can't understand you."
"I left my headphones in the car."
"Awe, poor Deano. You wanna use mine?" She asked already reaching into her bag. He nodded. "You could have just asked."
"I could have, but then I wouldn't have been able to do this." He said quickly taking the headphones. She then felt as his lips ran up her neck and she paused, waiting to see what he was going to do. Then came the lick. It wasn't a hot, send shivers down your spine kind of lick, no it was a wet, dog slobber kind.
"Ew." She squealed and pulled away from him. "Dean!" She gasped wiping her neck. "That's so gross."
"Thanks for the headphones." He smirked.
"Weren't you the one making fun of how young I was acting?"
He popped the earbuds in. "Can't hear you."
"It's not even plugged into your phone."
Without another word, he plugged it in, and held up his phone to show her. "Sorry, can't hear you."
She didn't know if she wanted to shake her head and roll her eyes at him or laugh. "Well, Mr. I can't hear you; I'm going to go do what you told Roman we were and find a place to watch his promo. Care to join me?"
He nodded.
"Thought you couldn't hear me?"
"What?" He said loudly with a smirk.
Smack, I wanna smack him. She sighed to herself as they walked out of the corner.
After a few minutes they finally found a spot that wasn't too crowded, grabbed a couple of chairs and sat down just in time for the show to start.
"Here we go!" Roman's theme hit loud and proud.
As he made his way into the ring, the arena was filled with cheers, whistles, and 'Roman' chants, and she couldn't help but smile as she watched him take it all in. He brought the mic to his mouth and everyone went quiet.
"Unlike some people, when I come down to this ring, I come with a point." He said starting off strong. "Triple H is saying he put me in the fatal four-way match at the Battleground pay-per-view because its best for business." He frowned and shook his head as the audience booed at the Authority's catchphrase. "Maybe he thinks I can neutralize John Cena, which I can. Maybe he thinks Kane can neutralize me, but he can't."
"Our boy has them eating out of the palm of his hand." Dean smirked.
He really did have them right where he wanted, that was until a 'Cena sucks' chant grew so loud that it covered his words. He stopped talking and looked around. "When Roman Reigns is in the house, you're damn right Cena sucks." He said quickly, shutting down the chant. "and I don't care if the Authority is here or not, what they got to say its irrelevant, what Randy Orton wants is irrelevant, he's just a pawn in this game. Me? Nah I'm not a pawn, I'm just the next WWE World Heavyweight Champion, believe that!"
An explosion filled the arena, followed by Kane's music and she heard a curse come from the man sitting next to her. She didn't even bother looking over to him, she knew what she would see, Dean looking pissed off.
Kane stepped out onto the stage and tension echoed out. It was so great, that she could feel it through the TV. Cocky as ever, Roman turned towards the stage and tried to figure out why he had interrupted. "You're just Triple H's lap dog. No, you're just Randy Orton's bitch."
"I guess the 'demon' didn't like that." Dean said as Kane met Roman in the ring.
"You guess?"
As the brawl spilled out into the crowd, Dean jumped to his feet, ready to go out and help his best friend. However, before he could move, the camera cut to show a stampede of officials rushing down the ramp.
Angel's mouth dropped open as she watched them try to wrestle Roman and Kane from each other. Are you kidding me? Where was this on Friday? She couldn't believe that they sent down officials to stop this, but when Dean was being assaulted by both Randy and Seth, they were nowhere to be seen. Rising from her seat, anger built in her until it was almost unbearable. Just as she was about to run out there and call them on their bullshit, the show cut from the officials pushing Kane up the ramp, to a preview of what was coming up in the show.
Gritting her teeth, Angel tried her hardest to keep a reign on her emotions, but it was getting quite hard to do so when they blatantly pull things like this. Favoritism at its best. Calm down, there's no point in getting worked up. She told herself as she watched the announcements. Apparently, Brett Hart was in the house, Chris Jericho was going to be taking on the Miz, and John Cena was going to have a match against Seth.
Both her and Dean's head perked up at that. "Maybe you will get to have your rematch without Seth at ringside."
He gave his neck a crack. "Seems like it. Though, I might use this to repay him for Friday."
"Might?" She put her hands on her hips.
He smirked at her. "Might? A hundred percent definitely going to happen? They mean the same thing, right?"
"In your language, yes."
"I'm glad you picked up on that."
"What can I say, I'm becoming fluent in Ambrose Speak."
"Someone has to."
After catching up with Roman who was being 'detained' by the officials and grabbing some snacks for the show, they made their home once again in front of one of the screens. They caught the tail end of The Usos verses Luke Harper and Erick Rowan. It was strange to see the Wyatt boys on their own and not following the orders of their deranged leader, but they seemed to be doing just find without him. Which made her wonder what those two were like before meeting Bray. Were they normal? She shook the thought right out of her mind.
"Oh, come on Ref, where's your head at?" Roman called as the ref got down to count for the pin. "Jey's not the legal man. It's Jimmy!" The match was called, and the Wyatts were announced the winners. "Bullshit."
"You know the rules, Ro." Dean munched on a carrot. "The only thing that matters is what the ref sees. And he saw a twin being pinned and counted it."
"Still bullshit."
"Oh yeah. But it's wrestling law." He said smugly. "And how I abused that law."
"Biting and scratching without the ref noticing are one thing, three counting the wrong tag team member is another."
"Twins man, who can keep track?"
Angel wanted to laugh at Dean's joke, but she could understand the ref's mistake because she got the Usos mixed up a lot of the time.
"Ladies and gentlemen, per the Authority, the following Diva's contest will be conducted with both Divas having one arm tied behind their back." Justin's announcement over the speakers made all three of them turn towards the TV.
"A match with one arm tied behind their backs? What the hell kind of stipulation is that?" She looked to Dean for the answer, since she assumed he's been in every type of match there could be.
"A very limiting one." He said. "There's not a whole lot you can do with one arm."
"Nikki's already at a disadvantage, since her Rack Attack is out." Roman added. "While Foxy on the other hand should be fine; if I remember correctly a lot of her moves are kicks."
For the second time tonight, she felt that ping of irritation hit her. Of course the Authority would pick a stipulation that would favor Foxy over Nikki; ever since Brie had quit, it seemed like they were punishing her for it. And as if to prove that exact point, they played the clip of Brie slapping Stephanie.
When they cut back, Nikki stood there and waited patiently as the ref tied her arm behind her. However, the same couldn't be said for Alicia. It seemed like she was playing with the ref at first, but then her intentions were clear when she grabbed the rope, pulled her arm from the loop, and took off after Nikki.
"Stop her, Ref!" Angel called as she watched Nikki fight off the crazed woman. "Stop her!"
"This is ridiculous." Roman shook his head.
"I bet this was the Authority's plan as soon as they made this match."
Angel let out a quick breath. "I can't believe this. Two men get into a little spat and everyone comes running to stop them. But when someone is being beaten up unfairly, be it a two on one situation or as we see here, where one of them has an arm tied behind their back, they officials do nothing!" The longer she watched, the more she wanted to rip her hair out of her head. "UNTIE HER!" She demanded as the ref stood there while Nikki laid in the middle of the ring, defenseless.
After prancing around the ring, Alicia rolled back in and stood over Nikki with two cans of Red Bull Energy Drink in her hands. Opening them with a yell, she clapped them over her head before pouring them all over Nikki who just had to sit there and take it.
Shaking from the ridiculousness of this 'match', Angel snatched her phone off her chair and sent a text to Renee about meeting her in the gorilla so that they could help Nikki get cleaned up. Almost as soon as she sent it, she received a message back from her saying; 'on my way, just going to make a pitstop to grab some stuff'.
Not saying a word to either of the men sitting with her, Angel walked off. By the time she had got to the gorilla, Nikki was pushing her way through the curtain and boy did she looked pissed. Rightly so. She yelled and pushed away crew members who were trying to 'help' her. She only stopped when her boyfriend, John Cena came over to console her.
"Wow there." He said grabbing her arms. "Are you alright?"
"I'm going to kill her."
"Ok? That didn't answer my question."
Nikki looked up at him and nodded. "Just a bruised pride."
"You can live through that."
Letting the two of them have a moment as a couple, Angel turned away to look for Renee. Not long after, Renee came running down the hall with what looked like shampoo bottles, some soap, and a towel in her arms.
"Did someone order one portable spa day?" Renee shouted, causing Nikki to peak out from behind John with a small smile on her face. "I got like five different shampoos and soaps here, if we can't de-stick your hair then I don't know what could."
"Girl, you are the best." Nikki said.
"Tell me something I don't know."
Chuckling, John stepped back. "Go enjoy your de-sticking…whatever that means."
After giving him a kiss on the cheek, the three of them ran off and piled into the nearest bathroom, taking it over instantly. Renee turned on the water of the closest sink and placed all the things in her arms in the other one.
While they waited for the water to get as warm as it was going to, Nikki facetimed her sister. "Brie!" She whined into her phone. "Are you watching the show?"
"Yes." Brie answered. "I saw what happened."
After she took the phone from Nikki, Angel moved herself out of the way.
"Both Stephanie and Foxy are living on borrowed time." Nikki yelled as she lowered her head under the water.
Brie sighed. "I'm sorry. I feel like this was my fault."
"She's just being petty." Renee said.
"Petty?" Nikki swung her head back splashing everyone with water. "Petty is being passive aggressive, petty is knocking the coffee out of someone's hand and saying 'oops'. Stephanie is being a bitch."
"Like she could be anything else." Brie snarked. "She's just mad because I got the better of her, so she's taking it out on you. So stupid."
Not able to stop it, Angel let out a bitter laugh. "Big shocker there. The Authority finds out that they can't control you, so they make your life a living hell as they try to break you. Where have I heard that one before?"
"Yeah well hopefully, Nikki handles this better then Dean did. Because we don't need two crazy lunatics running around with a vendetta. The place might just burn." Renee added, helping Nikki rinse out her hair.
"Don't say that too loud, he might hear you." She looked around like Dean could pop out of anywhere. "And once he gets an idea in his head, he doesn't like to let it go."
"Well, if he doesn't do it, I will." Nikki stood up. "I hope I got it all out." She reached for the towel that Renee was holding out for her. "I don't need sticky hair all night, I'm already going to feel it on my skin until I get to take a proper shower."
"Well on the upside, at least most of it ended up on Alicia when she Stone Cold Steve Austined the cans over her head." Brie said through the phone.
"Knowing Foxy, she probably doesn't care."
"That's probably how she takes a shower, smashing energy drinks over her head."
"Maybe that's why she's so hyper, she just absorbs the energy drink through her skin."
I hear voices in my head. They council me, they understand. They talk to me.
Angel gasped as Randy Orton's theme suddenly rang loudly through the arena. "Shit! Dean's Match!" Passing off Nikki's phone to Renee she called back to them "Sorry, I got to go!" She then took off out of the bathroom and down the hall.
Running as fast as she could, she pushed through the crowded hallways until she got to the gorilla. Skidding on her heels, she stopped right in front of Dean who was standing just outside of the curtained off area with his arms crossed.
"Sorry." She huffed, trying to catch her breath.
"There you are, I was starting to wonder if I was going out alone."
"I lost track of time." She sighed. Her anger about what had happened during Nikki's match made her totally forget that there was only one match between hers and his. "Sorry."
"Don't be." He shook his head. "How's Nikki?"
"Pissed. But other than a bruised ego, she's fine."
"That's good." He said as his theme song started. "You good to go?"
Drawing in one more deep breath she nodded.
They walked out to a cheering crowd, and as per usual Dean didn't stop; he just marched straight down the ramp and into the ring. She hadn't even made it halfway down by the time he ripped off his hoodie and threw it out of the ring.
Picking up her pace, she walked over and grabbed it before any of the crew members went for it. As she put on the oversized thing, she suddenly became aware to the fact that she wasn't wearing her leather jacket. Looking at her own bare arms in confusion, she thought back to what had happened before the whole Nikki thing. She remembered getting it out of her bag, because that was when Dean licked her neck, like a child. She remembered that she brought it with her to watch Roman's promo and that she had put it on the back of her chair. Where it still is. She shrugged as she adjusted the hoodie so that it didn't fall off her every five seconds.
"You should have broke my arm!" Dean yelled loudly, making her look up to see him and Randy circling each other.
Shaking her head, she jumped as the audience started to cheer for him so loud that it drowned out the ring bell. Looking around the arena she couldn't help but smile as she joined in. "Let's go Ambrose!"
Turning back to the ring, she could tell by the wide smile that was on Dean's face as he shit-talked Orton, that he was loving the chant just as much as she was. She could also tell by the scowl on Randy's face, that he wasn't.
With a snap of action, the two locked up. The power struggle between them was something to watch and it lasted longer than she expected. Fighting for the upper-hand, they smashed each other into the corners. Just as it looked like Randy was going to win the struggle, Dean broke free and quickly stepped back out of his reach. Collecting himself, Dean went to step back into the fight when Randy rolled out of the ring, earning a huge boo from the fans.
Acting as if he just pulled off a strategic move by running away, Randy strutted around the ring before finally making his way back in. Surprisingly, Dean didn't rush him. They met in the center of the ring and locked up again, though this time it didn't last for nearly as long. Dean grabbed Randy's arm with his left while pushing his right forearm into the man's shoulder blade. He then forced him down until he was face down on the mat.
"You wanna see who will break whose arm?" Dean said as he replaced his right arm with his knee and used his now free hand to yank Randy's arm back.
From where she stood, Angel could see the pain that was rising in Randy's face as Dean hyper extended his arm, and just when she thought he was truly going to break it, Randy managed to fight to his feet.
Elbowing Dean in his face, Randy quickly flipped the switch and grabbed Dean's left arm. Here we go. She sighed, knowing that this match was yet again going to revolve around Dean's bad shoulder. However, before Randy was able to do too much damage, Dean took him down to the mat with a Drop Toehold Takeover. He then hopped onto the man's back and grabbed his head to rake his face against the mat.
When Randy was able to push Dean off him, he went for the corner, which was a stupid move as Dean just followed after him. Taking advantage of the foolish decision, Dean rammed his shoulder into Randy's stomach and held it there until the ref counted to four. He then walked away just long enough not to get DQed before turning around and going right back for Randy. He grabbed his arm and ripped him out of the corner and into a short-arm clothesline, knocking him onto his back.
"Keep on him, Dean!" She yelled, leaning under the bottom ropes. "You have him right where you want, don't let up."
Giving her a smirk, Dean turned around and 'fell' over so that his shin was across Randy's neck, choking him. This wasn't exactly what she had meant but it worked.
"Get off him." The ref ordered, not fooled at all by Dean's 'act'. Though no one in their right mind would think this was an accident. "Get off him." The ref pulled him just enough that his leg slipped from Randy's neck, allowing him to crawl his way to the corner.
Once again Dean stalked off after him. As soon as he was within arm's length, Randy reached out and grabbed his legs, pulling his feet out from under him. Angel hissed as Dean's face smashed off the second turnbuckle.
Looking very dazed, Dean didn't fight back as Randy climbed up the ropes in front of him. Nor did he fight when Randy grabbed his hair, wrenched his head backwards and started wailing on him. Although, when Randy realized that the fans were counting each of his hits, he stopped and frowned at them.
Dean took the moment to knock Randy down from the ropes and reverse their positions, Ten rapid fire strikes later and he looked up at the crowd with a satisfied smirk, before hopping down. He then forced Randy out of the corner by dragging his face against the top rope. When he got to the center of the ring, he gave Randy one more hit to the face, before taking off to gather some momentum for a drop kick.
Angel chuckled as Dean gave a battle cry, he was certainly having fun. He had even laughed in the ref's face when he was told to let go of Randy's ear.
However, all his fun seemed to come to an end when Randy stopped him with a massive clothesline.
D.D.D.
Groaning, Dean pulled himself into the corner. That clothesline had done just what Randy wanted it to do, it scrambled his head and made all the nerves in his back fire. A winning combination when you're trying to stand and fight. And all of the 'head smashing against the turnbuckles' bullshit didn't help in the slightest.
When finally, the bombardment of hit stopped, Dean found himself sitting on his ass in the corner. Inhaling deeply through his nose, he tried to clear his head. Looking around, he saw randy had walked off to taunt the booing crowd. Rolling his eyes at the arrogant prick, he reached up and grabbed the top rope. However, before he could use it to pull himself to his feet, Randy started to turn towards him.
"Oi Randy, how about you pay attention to the fight instead of showboating." Angel's voice rang out. Both him and Randy looked at her as she slowly climbed up the set of steel steps. If it wasn't for the fact that her eyes met him for a nanosecond, he could have sworn that she had gone mad. Shaking his head, he used the ropes to pull himself up just enough that his feet were flat on the mat.
"You want me to focus on the match. You know the match where I'm beating the living hell out of your boyfriend? Alright." Randy smirked. "As you wish."
As he turned, Dean pulled himself the rest of the way up and launched himself at Randy, knocking him off his feet. Before they even hit the mat, he started swinging, hitting any part of 'The Viper' that he could. When Randy rolled away from him, Dean stood up and waited until he got to his feet. As soon as he did, he took off with everything he had and launched the man up and over the ropes. Rush by both adrenaline and the cheers from the crowd, he watched as Randy crashed against the floor and into the barrier.
Ideas of what to do next raced through his mind. I could throw him into the crowd, or the barricade, that's always a fun one. Maybe I'll Dirty Deeds him on the floor, or I could grab a chair and smash it against his skull. What to do, what to do?
Before he could decide, Randy was on his feet and making his way back to the ring. Smirking, a new thought popped into his head and he walked over to where Randy was trying to pull himself into the ring. Eyes flickering down to the man, he stomped down hard onto his outstretched hand and didn't move even as the ref yelled at him.
"I don't know what you are talking about Ref?"
"Get off his hand, Dean."
"What hand?"
"Don't act stupid."
He felt Orton rip his hand out from under his boot. "Oh, that hand."
Dropping down to the mat, he rolled out of the ring and followed closely behind randy who looked to be checking to see if all of his fingers still worked. Smirking, he grabbed Randy by said hand and flung him into the barricade. One more time. He chanted in his head as he grabbed him again. This time, he slammed his back off of it.
"Oh!" The crowd cheered the hit.
When he picked Randy up again, the man pulled out of his hold and stumbled over to the ropes and got himself into the ring. Dean pursued him, however by the time he was through the ropes, Randy was on the other side, rolling back out.
"Coward. Take your beating like a man."
Before he could get his hands on Orton, a big boot slammed into his stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. Hunching over, he felt as Randy grabbed him by both is shirt and hair. He quickly prepared himself for whatever was about to come, though he wasn't quite expected to be sent running straight into the steel steps. With some amount of luck, he was able to get his hands up just in time to not take a bunch of metal straight to the face, but that left the rest of his body crashing down onto it.
White lights of pain danced in his vision, making him unaware of the man standing over him until, he felt something tug on his left arm. He grunted as he was lifted to his feet. This time before Randy had even let him go, he knew where he was going to land; there were two sets of steps after all. A silent yell came from him as his left shoulder clashed against the steps. Pain shot down his arm and to his fingertips, it was like he was being electrocuted with every hit and touch. It even hurt when he kicked out of the cover.
He knew he needed to figure out a plan to get away from Randy and get his arm back into working order, but the pain kept wiping his mind clear of all thoughts.
"Let's go Ambrose!" Angel's voice cut through the haze. "Let's go Ambrose!" The crowd joined in.
Focusing on the chant, Dean forced himself to block out the pain and let his mind slip to the point where he was working on autopilot. Fighting to his feet, he grabbed onto Randy's nose and used it to make the man turn his head to the side, which gave him a perfect opening for a headbutt. Dumb move, the hit rattled his brain more then he had expected, making him lose his footing. Stumbling backwards, he didn't see the pair of boots coming at him until it was too late.
There went the little bit of clarity that he had managed to muster.
You're getting soft Dean. He told himself. Just a little pain and your brain goes all fuzzy? That would have gotten you killed back when you were taking barbed wired shots. Or when Nick cut your fucking head open with a pizza cutter. That's what I need right now, a fucking pizza cutter, then I could rake it over this bitch's head and rip out his staples. He chuckled at the thought even as Randy attacked his arm.
"What's so funny you lunatic?" Randy asked pressing him harder into the mat.
"You'll find out when I get out of this."
A.A.A.
"Come on Dean!" She called as Randy yet again pinned him to the mat by his left arm. "Get out of there." She fiddled with the strings on Dean's hoodie. The last few minutes of this match had been excruciating to watch. Randy was destroying his left shoulder.
She hated the way his eyes flickered back and forth between pain and anger as he punched the mat with his free arm.
"How about it, Dean?"
"NO!" He barked.
The ref asking him if he was down and out must have been the final push that he needed because suddenly he was able to work his way back to his feet, even though he did manage to get a good few punches in, he wasn't able to do much more as Randy hit him with a knee to the gut and sent him running across the ring.
It's an RKO. She thought as Dean came rushing back. Holding her breath, she waited for the hit, only to be very pleasantly surprised when Dean was able to catch Randy in a double armed DDT. And though it was better than being hit by the RKO, the move seemed to take just as much out of him as it did Randy.
Taking longer than she would have liked, Dean rolled himself into a sitting position and instantly started to work out his left arm. She knew he was trying to get some blood back into it. She just prayed it worked.
Both men got to their feet and met in the middle of the ring with fists flying. She cheered as Dean seemed to get his second wind and boy, was he on fire. He ran the ropes, ducking under a clothesline before knocking Randy down to the mat, only to turn around and do it again. He ran a amuck of Randy and had even countered a move into a Figure Four, which sent the crowd into a chorus of Rick Flair woos.
Walking around the ring, she found herself a better stop to watch was happening and from what she could tell, Dean had the move locked in pretty tight.
Tap. Tap. Tap. She chanted in her head as she clenched her fist against the apron. How good would it be to have Dean Ambrose tap out 'The Viper', especially with the Figure Four? But Randy tried everything to get out of the hold, he tried to pull Dean's legs off him, tried to go after the man's face, he even grabbed onto his hair, but Dean never let up.
After realizing that his only way out of the hold was to get to the ropes, Randy fought to do just that. When he finally was able to drag himself and Dean close enough to grab the bottom one, Angel heard the auditorial disappointment that came from Dean.
Pursing his lips, Dean let Randy out of the hold and moved so that he was on all fours. He then slapped his hand against the mat a few times before getting up to his feet, his eyes locked on Randy who was checking his leg. However, instead of going after him like Angel thought he would, he walked his way back into the corner. Still not looking away, he climbed out onto the apron before making his way up to the second rope.
Gritting her teeth, she watched as he lined up the shot. As soon as Randy was able to get to his feet, Dean launched himself at the man, only to be dropped by an elbow to the face.
Randy covered but Dean kicked out.
Just when she was sure that Randy was going to make Dean pay for the Figure Four, Angel found herself baffled as he just walked away and went to taunt the crowd. Once again proving just how arrogant he was.
Even though last time was just to distract him for just a few seconds more, so that Dean could make it to his feet, Angel wanted to call him out on this again. She could never understand why wrestlers would turn there attention away from the fight like this, it was stupid. All they were doing was giving their opponent time to breathe.
When he finally stepped out of the corner, he turned back to Dean and picked him up off the mat and threw him at the ropes. Hitting them, Dean came racing back and hit Randy with a huge clothesline that knocked both of the men off their feet. Landing on his knees, Dean's head snapped up as he locked onto a random point a head of him and started to beat on himself.
As he rose to his feet, his eyes suddenly dropped down to her and she saw that dark look on his face. "Keep your head in the game!" She said pointing at her temple just incase he didn't hear her.
With a quick nod, he turned back to Randy. Picking him up, he tucked his head under his arm and set up for a Dirty Deeds. However, before he could hit the move, Randy pushed him off him and towards the ropes. Dean caught himself and looked back at Randy to see him making his way towards him. Still holding onto the top rope, he dropped, pulling it down just in time to send Randy toppling over.
Angel jumped out of the way as the man came crashing to the ground next to her.
"Come on!" Dean yelled.
By the time she looked up, Dean was already rolling out of the ring. Without saying a word, he gestured for her to step back. He then reached out and grabbed Randy by the head and threw him right into the barricade that protected the timekeeper's area.
Cocking her head, Angel watched as Dean walked right past Randy who was in a pile on the floor, stepped over and around the crew members who were trying to get out of his way, and grabbed a bunch of metal folding chairs.
As he came back through the mess, she stepped up to him.
"Grab a couple more, would ya?" He said throwing the ones he had into the ring.
"You'll DQ yourself."
"So?" He shrugged.
As much as she should be against this, if Dean didn't care about the consequences, then why would she? And it would be nice to get back at the Authority for all the things that they had done to him and Roman.
Sighing, she grabbed a couple chairs from the floor. With a weary smile to the ref, she tossed them through the ropes before turning to help Dean with more. When he was happy with the number of chairs he had piled up, he grabbed Randy off the floor and tossed him back into the ring. However, the man smartly rolled right back out of the ring and away from Dean, who was on hot pursuit.
Coming around the side, Randy turned and kneed Dean in the gut before grabbing him and throwing him shoulder first into the steel post.
Angel's mind froze for a moment as she watched Dean fall to his back. Shaking her head, she pushed herself away from the ring apron and rushed over to check on him, but before she could, Randy picked him up and tossed him into the timekeeper's area. Gasping, she ran to the barricade. Leaning over, she ran her eyes over Dean who was tangled in a heap of wires.
As she looked over him, she felt someone step up next to her. Only after a double take, did she realize that it was Randy standing there. Looking up at him, she stepped away from the barricade as he pushed himself between her and it.
A smirk came to his face as he stared her down. She had a feeling that he was happy that she was still scared of him. Eyes flickering, she noticed movement behind him, Dean was climbing up from the rubble with a glare on his worn-out face.
"Oi Randy." Dean called as he smacked Randy on the back of the head. "I'm not down yet."
Angel saw something flicker in Randy's eyes as he turned towards Dean. With a growl like noise, he grabbed Dean's head and pulled him out from the barricade, stopping when only his feet were left dangling from the top. Pausing for just a second, he planted Dean with an elevated DDT to the floor.
Tears welling in her eyes, Angel stood there and watched Dean's head bounce off the ground before he became eerily still.
"He's down now." She heard Randy say as he walked past her.
Dropping to her knees, she reached out and took Dean's hand in her own. "How we doing." She asked squeezing his hand. With a groan, Dean squeezed back. "Good. Good. Can you get back up?" Another groan and squeeze. "Then do it now, you're already at the count of four."
Whole body twitching like he had been jump started, he rolled over onto his back. His eyes landed on her as the ref got to the count of six. "Hello beautiful."
Shaking her head, she scooted herself back to give him more room. "Get in the ring."
Nodding, he rolled once more onto his hands and knees. By the count of eight, Dean had finally got to his wobbly feet. "Nine!" The ref called and Dean launched himself under the ropes, making it in before the ref could say the number ten.
Everyone cheered, even as Dean laid dead on the mat. It was time for one of Dean's miraculous second wind moments, she hoped even though she had a feeling he didn't have enough in the tank.
"Get up Dean!" She stepped up to the apron. "Get up!"
However, before he could get to his feet, Randy came over and picked him up with those dark eyes locked on her. Glaring back, Angel crossed her arms and tried not to make a face as he slung Dean up on the ropes for another elevated DDT. Looking around, she tried to figure out if there was a way to stop what was about to happen. That's when she saw the ref standing off to the side with his full attention on Randy, and suddenly Dean's words from before hit her. 'The only thing that matters is what the ref sees.'
Looking from the ref, to Randy and back, Angel moved so that she was positioned under Dean's feet. She then reached up and pulled herself up to the apron, purposely letting her shoulder smack against his boots as she climbed, knocking them down.
She watched as Randy processed what had just happened and his eye flickered from confusion to anger. But before he could do anything about it, Dean rolled him up.
Quickly turning to hop down to the floor, Angel's attention was drawn back to the action in the ring as Dean countered an RKO into a backslide pin. Kicking out, Randy kicked Dean right in the face, knocking him back into the ropes and right into an RKO.
Randy covered and she knew that he had won. The last couple of counter attacks was the last bit of energy that Dean had in his tank, and as soon as he was stopped by Randy it had dissipated.
As soon as the bell rang, she ducked through the ropes, only to be stopped by the darkest glare she had seen on Randy's face in a long time. Her body froze as she was suddenly sent back to her first time in the ring with this man. He took a step towards her and a cold sweat broke out over her.
Inhaling sharply, she waited for whatever was going to happen, when he suddenly stopped and turned towards the ref who was raising his arm up in victory. Keeping a close eye on Randy, whose attention seemed have turned from her to taunting the booing crowd, she made her way over to Dean and knelt down beside him.
"Hey there darlin'"
"Hi." She said shocked that Dean was with it enough to give her a smile. "How you doing?"
"I'm alright."
"You sure."
He shrugged. "You win some, you lose some."
"That's a surprisingly healthy way of thinking about it."
"Hey, I got a fair fight from the Authority. What more could I ask for?"
"Not being thrown into both sets of steel steps or being hit with an elevated DDT from the barricade."
He chuckled as he sat up. "Eh, I was going to do worse, if Randy didn't roll his bitch ass out of the ring."
"Oh?"
He nodded. "I was going to line the chairs up back-to-back, and powerbomb him into them, and then whatever was left of the chairs, I would have Dirty Deeds him into that."
"Ok, that is worse."
"And you would have been part of that."
"What do you mean?"
"You helped me get those chairs into the ring."
"Yeah but I didn't know what you were up to."
"And you still did it." He slid himself towards the ropes so that he could roll out and onto his feet with a groan. "Not just that, you cheated for me too." He said holding his left arm close to his body.
Trying to hide any reaction, she cocked her head to the side and climbed through the ropes. "No I didn't."
"Oh?" He stepped back so that she could jump down off the apron. "So that was someone else I felt hit my boots off the rope."
"No one hit your boots." She said waving at the fans cheering for them.
Dean high-fived a couple of kids before coming back. "Come on, I'm not that crazy. You cheated for me."
She shook her head. "I'm telling you I didn't. The ref would have called me out."
Dean stopped dead in his tracks and a huge smirk appeared on his face. "Are you trying to tell me that if the ref didn't see it, it didn't happen?"
Facing him, she shrugged her shoulders. "That's the wrestling law, right?"
He stuck out his tongue. "Right." He cleared the gap between them in two steps, then wrapped his right arm around her shoulders, and leaned into her. "Helping me with the chairs? Cheating because the ref was distracted? That's my girl."
She chuckled as they gave one last goodbye to the fans and made it backstage. "Well, now that that's done, let's go get your arm checked out."
"Later." He said steering her in the opposite direction of the trainers' room. "I wanna get some water and sit down, not have some doc poke at my shoulder to tell me the same thing they have been since Money in the Bank. 'You need to rest it but you're clear for action'."
Taking a deep breath, Angel debated whether or not she should push the issue. Lately, he had been really good at following the medic's orders. Before every show he went to the trainers' room and let them ok him for the fight, he did all his exercises that he needed to do and normally he would let them look at him and retape his arm after his matches. She didn't know why his tune had changed for tonight, but it did. "You sure you don't want to get your arm retaped?"
"It's fine for now. I'm not that broken that I can't handle a couple of minutes without it."
"Aka you're scared that they won't clear you for the rest of the show and you want to go out during Seth's match and 'repay' him for Friday."
He clicked his tongue. "Stop knowing me so well."
"Anyone would be able to tell that's what was going on." She sighed as she moved in front of him. "Do some arm circles."
"What?"
"Arm circles, you know." She put out her arms and moved them in a circle motion. "Do a couple of these and I'll let you go." Giving her a look of disbelief, he raced his arms up and copied her. Even thought she could see the pain that he was obviously trying to hide, she was surprised that he could move his left arm so well after that match. "Stop."
"Did I pass?"
"Only if you promise me that you will only go out if Seth tries to cash in." Before he could open his mouth, she added. "We are literally leaving for Japan tomorrow and starting Wednesday you won't have much time to rest your arm for a bit."
Pursing his lips, he nodded his head until he was head bobbing and sighed. "You drive a hard bargain, but I promise I won't go out unless Seth goes to cash in."
Feeling bad about ruining his plans, but knowing it was his own good, she gave him a sweet smile. "Just remember unless, they change their minds at last second, you get to spend the whole Japan tour smashing Seth in the face."
"And don't you worry, I will."
After grabbing some more waters, Dean stopped off at the bathroom. Sipping her drink, she leaned up against the wall and watched the random chaos that was happening in the hallway. That's when she noticed a certain smug scumbag walking down the wall with his briefcase close to his side.
Great. She sighed knowing that if Dean came out right now, that he wouldn't be able to stop himself form at least throwing a punch. However, she couldn't stop herself from sticking out her foot just enough to catch him mid step.
Seth swung his head around and glared at her.
"Hi Seth." She gave him a fake smile.
"Angel." He drew his brows together.
"Saw that you have a match with John Cena tonight."
"I do."
"Well just wanted to wish you 'good luck' I hope everything does smoothly. Dean and I will be watching."
He frowned and walked away.
Chuckling at herself, she went back to people watching when Dean came out of the bathroom. "You ready?"
"I am."
Heading back to the spot they left Roman in, Hank stopped them and asked her if Roman would like to face Rusev tomorrow for the prerecorded Smackdown.
"Um, I'll have to ask him, but I'm sure he would be down for that."
"Cool, text me your answer by the end of the show if you would."
"Will do."
"Roman verses Rusev." Dean nodded in approval. "I would pay to see that."
"Oh?"
"Hell yeah, matches between powerhouses are always something to watch. That and I really wanna see Roman Samoan Drop the Bulgarian Burte."
"Well hopefully Roman says yes and maybe you'll get your chance."
"He'll say yes."
"We'll see,"
"I'm telling you, I know my boy."
She had a feeling he was right, but you never know, but you never know maybe Roman had something else he wanted to do for the show tomorrow.
"Shit, Of course I will take that match. That's a hell of a match." Roman said very pumped up, making Dean turn to her with a smirk that said; 'I told you so'.
Shaking her head, she pulled out her phone to text Hank. "You don't have to look so smug." She mumbled.
"Who looks smug?" Dean asked looking around. "Me? Well, that comes with always being right."
"Yeah sure," She waved him off and she sat down on the chair that still had her leather jacket on it. Thankfully no one took it, though she was sure that no one but maybe a fan would want a leather jacket with a hand panted DA on the back. "What's up next?" She asked Roman as she realized that the show was on a commercial break.
"Chris Jericho Vs Miz." He answered. "You missed Bret Hart."
Dean shrugged. "I had to piss."
"You couldn't hold your piss for your favorite legend?"
"When you have to go, you have to go."
"You and that bladder of yours."
"Wow, I'm not the one who had to stop at every other rest stop."
"It's not very other rest stop."
"Pretty damn close."
Angel shook her head. "You forget that he's normally asleep."
"OH that's true."
"Snoozing in the back is the way I live."
"Snoring in the back is more like it." Dean chuckled as he sat down.
"You're always saying this, but Galina says I don't snore."
"She's lying to you because she loves you."
"Like a good wife." Roman smirked.
"Would you lie to me like that?" Dean nudged Angel's arm.
"Well, you don't snore unless your drunk and sleeping on your stomach, and no because I'm not your wife."
"Wow, Babygirl already hinting about a ring, you guys have only been dating your like three months."
"What?!" She felt her face go blazing hot as she looked between the two men sitting on either side of her. She knew that Roman was joking but with everything that had happened in her and Dean's relationship it made her feel too awkward to let it roll off her. "No, no, no. That's not what I meant." She cleared her throat. "I was making a joke. Can't lie like a wife if you're not a wife…" She nervously laughed.
"Chill." Dean wrapped his arm around her. "Ro, when are you going to learn that you can't joke like that with this one, she takes things too seriously."
"It's not that I take things to seriously. But there are girls who are like that. They get into a relationship ship and try to hook the man in like that. And I've already jumped on the 'I love you' train like a half a year too soon, so I don't want people to think I'm like that too."
"No one does." Roman told her.
"Good."
Dean pulled her into him with the arm around her and kissed the top of her head, making her blush. Hoping to get rid of the slightly awkwardness, she turned towards the screen to watch the show.
It was the middle of Chris Jericho verse and Miz and boy what a match it was. Strangely however, it was interrupted by the Wyatts. She felt bad about the fact that the creepy trio seemed to decide to have their sights on Chris but she was happy they seemed to have forgotten about her and Dean for now. She let out a slight shiver.
"If you're cold, your jacket is behind you." Dean said. He must have felt her shiver.
"I'm good."
Up next in the show was Paige and AJ Lee verse The Funkadactyls, which ended in Cameron attacking Naomi.
"Did we just witness The Funkadactyls breaking up?" She asked baffled.
"I'm not sure. They could just be having a bad night. I mean think about all the fights that Roman and I got in because of stupid shit."
"Yeah, but it was never like that." She said pointing to the screen.
"On the upside, AJ Lee and Pagie seem to be working well together."
Next up on the show was Cesaro going up against Kofi, which ended in Big E coming out to save Kofi of all things. And then for some reason it was Bo Dallas verses El Torito, which of course Bo won. Then came what everyone was waiting for the Main Event.
All three of them tensed as the match started. As soon as Seth's music hit, Dean stood up. Her eyes widened and turned towards him. "Dean, you promised."
"I did." He nodded. "But I want to be close to an entrance just in case."
Raising a brow at him, she rose to her feet as well. "We better get going, then." She handed him his hoodie that she had still been wearing before grabbing her jacket off the back of her chair.
"Thought you weren't cold?" He said as she put it on.
"I'm not." She told him. "If we do end up going back out there, I wanna represent my boy."
He smirked. "And wearing my clothes doesn't."
"I mean it does but come on." She gestured to her painting.
"Let's go."
"Try not to lose your head." Roman called as they started away.
They made their way towards the back entrance. It was just outside of the backstage area and there weren't a lot of people about. Dean put his hood up and walked over to a vendor who was turned around with his bad towards them, watching the match on the screen. "Yo."
The man jumped. "Sorry." He said instantly. "What can I help you… aren't you one of the wrestler dudes?" He asked. "You had a match against that bald guy with the tattoos."
"Yeah, that's me."
"Cool. I didn't get to catch a lot of the fight but man, he fucked you up."
"Yeah. So I was wondering if there was any way me and girl could hang out and watch the show but also be hidden from the fans. We really don't wanna drag attention away from the match." Even from behind him, she could tell that Dean was clenching his jaw, trying to be nice.
"Sure man. Come around the side. I have like a little cubbyhole where you can stand and see the screens." The vendor pointed behind him. "Me and guys take turns and watch different shows and concerts that way."
"Sweet, thanks." Dean said as they made their way through the door on the side. And boy oh boy, the man was right, it was a cubbyhole, one that was barely big enough for the two of them to stand.
Even as she shuffled to get into a good position, one where she wasn't standing on top of Dean, she watched the show. Seth was really giving Cena his all, trying to outdo the man, it was almost like he was trying to prove to himself that he had what it took. All his hard work didn't seem to matter as Cena got Seth into the STF. Seth did everything he could to try and break the hold, he even managed to crawl his way towards the ropes but before he could it, Cena jumped up and dragged him back to the center of the ring before lock in the STF once again.
"Oh, that is brutal." Dean chuckled.
But then it happened, Kane's explosion.
"Oh no." Angel sighed as Cena let Seth go and turned his focus on the 'Devil's Favorite Demon'. Which she didn't know whether that was a dumb move or a smart one. Suddenly as Cena readied himself for Kane, Randy came out of nowhere and ploughed into him. It quickly turned into a two on one beat down that had Angel biting the inside of her cheek. "Where's the officials now?"
"They ain't coming." Dean told her what she already knew.
"How do they get away with this?"
"Well first you get born into wrestling royalty or you can merry into that family."
Trying to stomach what was happening to Cena, Angel jumped as Roman's theme echoed loudly through the arena.
"Well, at least it won't be two on one for long." Dean clapped his hands as the camera cut to Roman coming down the ramp looking pissed off.
Kane went to meet him on the outside of the ring but fell short when Roman hit him with a Superman Punch. Not wasting any time, he got into the ring and hit Randy with one as well, taking down the two men in seconds.
However, just when it seemed like the worst of it was over, Seth appeared behind Roman with his Money in the Bank because in his hands. "Roman!" Angel cried as the golden case hit him in the back of the head.
An animalic noise came from Dean as he turned for the door behind them, but as he reached for the door handle, he stopped. Cocking her head, she looked at the man who's she could see his shoulders and back moving with each breath. She knew wanted to run out there and help Roman, so why wasn't he?
"Dean?"
"I promised." He said through his teeth.
Her eyes widened; he was trying to keep his promise about not going out unless Seth cashed in, even though Roman was out there with three members of the Authority. Guilt hit filled her as her eyes bounced to his shoulder, the tape from earlier still loosely clung to his arm. As his manager she shouldn't let him go out there, but as his girlfriend, she wanted nothing more than to release him from his promise.
Before she could do anything, the sounds of the crowd going nuts echoed from both the arena and the TVs in the stand. Turning around she saw Cena laying flat on his back in the middle of the ring while Seth sat there clutching his contract.
"Dean, go!" She told him.
Dean looked over his shoulder. "He hasn't cashed in yet."
"He will. Now go." She gave him a push.
With a second of hesitation, Dean ripped over the door and raced off towards the ring.
"Your man is really hyped up, huh?" The vendor said as she spun on her heels to watch what was happening on the screen.
"Always."
As Seth was handing off the briefcase to the ref, she was as the crowd pointing off towards where she knew Dean would come from, they obviously saw him racing through the crowd. Holding her breath, she waited until he came flying into the camera's frame, knocking Seth right to the ground.
Crowd screaming, he chased Seth through the ring and up the ramp.
"Thanks for the hiding place." She said to the vendor before running off to meet Dean.
Katara Melody Cullen: I loved writing Dean singing it was so much fun to try and figure out what he would do. Go the Distance is one of my favorite Disney songs. And I feel like it's not that hard of a song to sing.
BrookeWorm3: I mean, Dean is kind of like Dean Winchester. Goofy but dangerous.
Labinnacslove: They are growing together in their relationship.
Canadice: There is going to be more Eva Drama. Soon! Promise.
Sonia: You're always so sweet, checking up on me and everything. It's so nice. GAHHHHH You make me feel good and bad. Bad because I'm crap about uploading often. But thank you for worrying about me.