Welcome to chapter one hundred and eighteen! I know this one took a while but I hope you like it.

Smackdown: July 25, 2014/ Sunday: July 27, 2014/ Monday Night Raw: July 28, 2014

As she waited for the medical team to finish up with Dean, Angel went to the bathroom. Her mind was racing as she stared at herself in the mirror. She could still feel the way the cold metal of the folding chair felt in her hands. It was like it was imprinted in her brain. But she guessed that was what happened when you broke your moral code.

She wondered if Dean had ever felt this way, wondered if he even remembered the first time that he had hit someone with a 'weapon' in the ring. What would have drove him too do it, maybe it was just the nature of the match, or maybe just like her it was due to anger, desperation. And what happened afterwards? Did he regret it?

Should she regret it? She asked herself. Of course, she should! She hit someone with a chair, a metal chair. Even as she told herself that, she didn't regret it at all. In fact, she knew if she went back in time, she would have done the same thing all over again. And knowing that, another feeling hit her, a feeling of disgust, at herself, which only added to the mix of confusing emotions that hit her.

Clenching her fists, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath while counting to ten. What has happened, happed, I can't change that. She told herself. Stepping away from the skin, she grabbed a wad of paper towels to dry her hands off. After throwing them out, she made her way out of the bathroom and into the hallway.

As she walked, she tried to clear her mind. At first she started to count how many people that she could see, she also tried to categorize them between crew, Superstars and Divas, thought it quickly became too hard to keep everyone straight.

"Hey, there's our little slugger." Roman's voice echoed behind her. Turning around, she saw him walking up to her with a huge smile on his face. "I have to say that hit was," He kissed his fingertips. "beautiful!"

"Thanks."

Almost instantly, the smile on his face fell. "Everything ok? You're not as happy go lucky as I thought you would be."

"I'm…" She stuttered. "I don't know." The wall of emotions came crashing back down at her. "Right now, I just feel like a mix of emotions right now."

Crossing his arms, Roman nodded. "Ok, well then walk me through it."

Sighing, she tried to figure out what she how to explain what was going on her mind. "I'm sad, mad, happy, proud, repulsed, devastated, all of it, at the same time. And it's so overwhelming and confusing."

"Why confusing?"

"Because, I don't feel the one thing that, is the thing that I feel like I should be."

"And that is?"

"Regret."

"Why do you think you should regret hitting Seth?"

"Because I hit him with a metal chair."

"So."

"So?" Angel said baffled at Roman's reaction. "Normally, hitting someone with a chair isn't something that people are just ok with."

"True, unless it's Seth." Roman said. "He kind of deserved it. I mean wasn't it not that long ago that he hit you with a chair? Do you think he regrets it? Do you think he feels bad about betraying us or the three on one attack that he led that ended up putting Dean in the hospital?"

She looked down at the floor. "No."

"Me either, so in my opinion, you shouldn't feel bad for hitting him tonight." He said. "Oh, speaking of how much of a dick Seth is, how's your lip?"

She stuck her tongue out and tongued the rough spot that was still healing from battlegrounds. "Almost healed."

"That's good." He nodded. "I know that's it's hard when you have to do something that goes against your moral compass but just remember that Seth is the one at fault here, not you. You just did what you thought was necessary."

Nodding, Angel tried to put everything together. Roman made some good points but all of it just added to her confusion. Though, no matter what, she wanted to thank him for trying to make her feel better. Looking up, she went to do just that, she noticed the towel around his neck, and the water bottle that he was holding. "Oh, shit!" She gasped. "How did your match go?"

"Oh um…" He said seeming taken back by the sudden change in conversation. "I mean, it was me verses Roberto Del Rio, how do you think it went?"

"You whooped his ass?"

"Of course, I did." He tossed his arm around her shoulder. "Whooped his ass good, just like Dean did to Cesaro. That being said, where is my man?"

"He's still in the trainers' room."

"Still? What's taking them so long?"

She shrugged. "I'm not sure."

"Then, why don't we go see." He said pulling her towards the door with the handwritten sign that said 'trainers' room' on it.

"You know they might be still looking him over?"

"So?" He asked. "What's the worse thing that could be happening, We walk in on him naked or something, both of us has seen that man naked." Before what he said could even become a true thought, Roman slammed open the door to the trainers' room and announced himself loudly. "Hey Uce, what's taking you so long?"

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and turned towards them. Angel found Dean instantly, he was sitting on the exam table, while the medic struggled to tape up his shoulder back up. She could tell by the way he was pursing his lips that he was annoyed.

"Ask them." Dean sighed.

Dropping his arm off of her shoulder, Roman walked over to the lead of the medical team and asked. "What's going on Doc?" He then leaned in and said quietly but still loud enough for everyone to ear. "Is he giving you trouble?"

"Not this time."

"Then, why has my boy been trapped in here for so long?"

"Well, we're trying to be thorough, due to Mr. Ambrose here has a habit of using his body as a weapon, we're just making sure that he's good to go."

"And?" Angel asked, taking another step into the room.

"He's good." The medic said looking at her. "Banged up and bruised, with a doctor's recommendation of rest, but he's good."

Dean let out a harsh chuckle. "I'll be sure to get on that recommended rest. I'm sure I'll be able to squeeze it in between all the traveling and the house shows."

"If I had a nickel." The medic sighed.

"You would be a rich man." She finished for him.

"Damn straight." He said before turning back to Dean. "Alright Mr. Ambrose, when your arm is finished, then you're good to go."

"Sounds good." Dean said looking at the poor guy who was still fumbling around with the tape. "Do you need some help there, pal?"

"Um."

Not waiting for the answer, Dean took the roll of tape from the guy and started to wrap up his own arm. He then used his teeth to rip the tape and handed the roll back to the guy.

"Uh, thanks."

Dean smirked at him. "Don't mention it." He stood up. "So, I can get out of here?"

"You're good to go," The medic said. "At least try to rest this weekend."

"Sure thing, Doc." He snatched his shirt off the table behind him.

"See you tomorrow, for you before show check-up."

"We'll be there." Angel answered for Dean as he put his shirt on with a grimace. "Thank you, again."

He waved them off. "Anytime."

"Bye Doc!" Roman said as they all left the room.

Not even two steps out of the trainers' room, Dean rolled his shoulder and mumbled under his breath about how the new medic was an amateur. "He put it up too high, and it's digging into my armpit."

"Only you would criticize the trained medical professional."

"Professionals? Maybe Joesph, but the new guy, no."

"Joesph?"

"The lead of the medical team."

Her eyes widened. "His name is Joesph?"

"You didn't know that?" They questioned.

"I didn't."

"Huh, I thought everyone knew that."

"Yeah, same. I mean it's on the call sheets." Roman said. "Which, I would have thought that you of all people would have realized that."

Blushing, she rubbed the back of her neck. "I guess I never looked."

Dean grumbled again as he picked at his tape again. "I'm going to have to change this before we leave."

"Well, it's a good thing we have enough medical tape to supply a hospital." She told him. "However, I think that it's all of it in the bag back at the hotel."

"Fuck."

"Don't you have like a shit ton of wrist tape with you?" Roman asked.

"I mean yeah, but do you know how much of that I would have to use to wrap my arm up with that."

"It was just a suggestion."

"A bad one."

"Well, fuck you too." Roman pushed Dean's good shoulder. "Oh hey, when we get back to the hotel, can I borrow some of your athletic tape? I must have done something to my knee."

Angel inhaled slowly. "Why didn't you say anything to the medics?"

"I forgot?"

"You didn't want them to know, did you."

He shrugged. "It's not bad. Just a little sore. I probably hit the ropes funny when Alberto hung me up on the top one."

"Shit, Del Rio got you up on the top rope?" Dean gasped. "Shit, I'm sorry that I missed it. What else did I miss while I was trapped in medical hell."

"You missed, our powerhouse of a manager feeling bad for not feeling bad for hitting Seth with the chair."

Dean spun around so fast that it made Angel jump. "You hit Seth?"

"Yeah?" She said a little confused that he didn't already know this.

"When?"

"Right after he curb stomped you."

He blinked rapidly before running his fingers through his hair. "Shit."

She frowned. "You're mad."

He quickly shook his head. "I'm not mad. I'm concerned and a bit worried, but not mad." He took a deep breath. "I do wish that you would save all this badass stuff for when I'm able to help you." He pulled at his bangs. "But I also know that you only do stuff like this because I'm not able to do anything."

"Oh my god, is Dean Ambrose being mature about this?" Roman asked, earing him a flipped bird from Dean. "Ah there's the Dean I know."

Trying to clear up everything, Angel quickly asked. "So, you're not upset?"

"To be honest with you, I am." He said with pursed lips. "But not because you hit Seth, not at all, I'm more upset with the fact that you got yourself mixed up in a no DQ match. Though I do have to admit that you leading Cesaro into a suicide dive was pretty awesome."

"Right!" Roman exclaimed. "It was so smooth, that if I didn't know any better, I would have thought you two planned it before hand."

Dean shook his head. "Nope, it just me and my girl being in sync." Angel squealed as he pulled her into his side.

"I know, which makes it better." Roman said as they walked down the hallway.

"Now about you hitting Seth."

"Yes?" She asked nervous of where this was going to go.

"I would love to see the replay."

Suddenly there was a phone in front of their faces. "Just hit play."

Dean paused before it took the thing, his brow raised as they glanced back at Roman. "Did you just have this cued up or something."

"I might have been waiting for you to ask to see it this entire time."

"Wow, just wow."

Turning back to Roman's phone, she could see the still of Seth in mid air just about to curb stomp Dean. As soon as Dean hit play, she heard the loud echo of Dean's head smashing into the mat. Which made her cringe, but then she saw herself off on the side struggling to get out of the refs hold. It was so strange to see a memory that she had for a different perspective.

She could see her anger take over her face as she pulled away from the ref and started towards the pile of chairs. There was an unnerving calmness to her moves that made even the hair on the back her neck stand up, even now, especially when she reached down to grab the chair. With the same slow, deliberate movement, she turned towards Seth who was standing over Dean.

The rush of adrenaline that one would normally get while watching a suspenseful movie hit her, even thought she knew what was going to happen, but there was just something about the way she stepped up behind Seth that made her forget that this really happened, only moment ago. The her in the video raised the chair into the air, and she closed her eyes and swung.

"Holy shit!" Dean said as the chair hit Seth. "Man, I bet that felt so good."

"And now you see the problem." Roman said as Dean handing him back his phone.

"The problem?"

"Angel here, feels like she should regret what happened."

He turned towards her. "Why?"

She pursed her lips and sighed. "Because I hit someone with a metal chair."

"No, you hit Seth." Dean told her. "He don't count as a person. Plus, after everything he's put you through, don't you feel like you deserved to do it?"

"It doesn't' matter whether or not I feel like I deserved it, two wrong don't make a right." She said.

"It does in our business."

She rolled her eyes. "Ok but that doesn't work in everyday life."

"I mean, I've been enough bar fights with some abusive asshole that's just not taking no for an answer to prove that that is wrong." Dean said proudly.

"Ok, well for someone like me, hitting someone at all let along with a chair, is a lot to take in." Both men looked at each other like she had just spoken a different language. "Oh come on, I'm sure you didn't feel great after the first time you hit someone."

"I got in fights in elementary school, so I don't think I'm the right person to ask." Dean said. "How about you, Ro?"

Roman shrugged. "Got in a couple of fights myself, but wrestling is in my blood, so I grew up with my family talking about it and trying to teach us moves. I think the first time I threw a punch at someone it was my brother and my dad cheered afterwards, do there's that."

Great. Of course she just so happened to be talking to the two people in the world that has been fighting since they were in diapers. "So you don't remember anything? Not even the first time you've hit someone with like a chair or a kendo stick?"

"In training, you have to learn how to take chair shots. It was like the third day in and each of us had to hit someone and get hit, that way we knew what it felt like."

Taking a deep breath, she tried again. "And I wasn't trained, so this is jarring for me."

"Ah, well maybe some training is required then. We'll have you giving out those chair shots like a champ." Dean said with a smile, until she gave him a look that told him she was far from amused. "I was joking, kind of." He mumbled before quickly saying. "Though I do think that you're putting too much behind this. Seth is a slimeball, and no one should feel bad about hitting him. Not even Miss Goody Two Shoes."

Her brow raised. "You haven't called me that in a long time."

"That's because you've proven to us that you're such a bad bitch that I forgot that you're so sweet and innocent."

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Ah, there she is, my bad bitch." Dean laughed.

…

The rest of the weekend went by without many hitches at least, and now it was Sunday, the last day of the house shows, but also the day that Dean and Roman's merch was to come in from the print shop. Meaning, Angel could see them finished and ready to be sold for the first time.

She was so excited that she practically sprinted down the hall as soon as she got the text from Racheal saying that the boxes came in.

"Are you ready for this?" Racheal asked as she slowly opened the first box that sat in front of her. "I believe this is Roman's." She looked inside. "Oh, I was right."

"Stop teasing and show me." Angel told her.

"Fine." She laughed pulling out of the shirts.

Chewing on her lip, Angel watched as the thing unfolded in front of her. Her eyes went wide. It was just as she had imagined. Roman's big logo on the front of the shirt, all decked out and ornate, it was so cool looking. Perfectly fitting the man who it represented.

"What about the back?" She asked.

When Recheal turned the shirt around, she saw the words written out 'One Verses All' with Roman's name above it. She examined every little detail, and noticed that the words were a little higher then she wanted. Roman's name was so close to the collar that part of the lettering was almost under it, but it still looked great.

"Now wasn't this worth al the hassle?"

She nodded. Being able to see her work in the real life, made all those headaches and anxiety worth it.

"Alright, now are you ready for Dean's shirt?"

A new found excitement hit her again. "Yes!" She did a little dance while Racheal tossed the box of Roman's shirts to the side so she could open the second on.

"That's weird?" Racheal said as she looked into the box.

"What's weird?"

"It's white."

"What?"

Racheal pulled out a shirt and Angel was taken back. The shirt was indeed white. "Wait, I thought I asked for black. Like Roman's?"

"You did." She said unfolding the shirt.

The front of the shirt was pretty much the way she designed it. The word 'unstable' written in scratchy font, but instead of white text popping out on a black background, it was black font of a white shirt.

"So then why is it white?"

Racheal shrugged. "The higherups sometimes change up the designs, if they think something will sell better. So maybe they thought white would do better for Dean."

"But why wouldn't they say anything about it?"

"They normally do."

Trying to remind herself, that it was still her design and that the color of the shirt wasn't something that she should get worked up about, she said. "What does the back look like?"

When Racheal turned the shirt around, at first, she thought they had forgot to put Dean's logo on it but then she realized they had made it smaller and moved it up towards the collar, just like they had Roman's shirt.

Racheal suddenly put the shirt down. "I'm surprised they didn't send an email or something about the changes they made. Maybe I missed it." She walked over to her laptop.

In her own world, Angel picked up the shirt and looked it over once more. There was something very bittersweet about it. She had worked so hard on the shirt, and though her designs were used and were pretty spot on from what she wanted, the changes bugged her. expcially since she wasn't made aware of them until they were already down. Maybe if they would have said something before, she would have gotten the change to fight for why she did what she did.

"Oh I did miss it." Racheal sighed. "After reviewing the merchandise designs for both Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose, we have to say we love them. Reign's shirt is very well done, we love the larger logo on the front and the quote on the back. However, we do believe that the placement of the words should be a bit higher up to make fit more seamlessly into the WWE style. Seeing that there was a time restraint for this, we have made the decision to go ahead with the changes on our end." She read. "Now, with Dean's shirt, we love the design but felt that changing the overall color of the shirt to white would hit his 'insane' personality better. The white color will closely resemble that of a straight jacket. We also believe that it was best for business to move and resize the logo on the back as to fit the WWE style as well. Once again due to the time restraints, we have already gone ahead and made the changes. We cant wait to see these designs come to life and see what the WWE Universe things of them. Please thank Miss Miles for her creativity on this project and tell her that we wish to work with her again in the future, The Authority."

Picking the shirt up, Angel held it out and examined it. There was something bittersweet about this. She had worked so hard on these shirts and though her design was used, to have them changed, bugged her.

Inhaling, Angel prossessed everything that she had just heard. She knew before Racheal had even read the signature line that it was from The Authority, who else ueses the phrase, best for business. Frustation and anger filled her, now that she knew that it was Hunter and Stephanie who made the changes on her designs. She couldn't help but wonder if the changes they made were to stifle Dean's sales.

"I'm sorry, Angel." Racheal apologized. "I should have seen the message before and let you know about everything ahead of time, so you were completely surprised."

"It's fine." She said trying to calm herself down. "I mean the changes aren't that big and it's still my design, mostly." She said looking down at Dean's shirt. "I can't be too upset."

"I mean if it's worth anything, I still like them. Even with the changes."

Giving one more look over everything, she nodded. "I do too. And I think the fans will like them as well."

"Yes! Of course they will. I mean white or black, Dean's shirt is fun and Roman's shirt fits him so well." She said walking back over. "You can't even tell that you had less then a week to make these."

"That's good."

"I promise you, that next time I'll give you more of a heads up."

"Next time?"

"Oh come on, there is no way I'm going to let you get away with making these and not making anymore."

"I don't know if I have enough in me to do another design. These ones drove me insane."

"Hey, your sanity was just a small price to pay for such good designs."

"Says you."

Racheal laughed. "Well, whether or not you design more merch, I'm sure you're going to be on the edge of your seat to see how these ones do. So I'll be sure to get you a update once we realease the shirts on the shop."

"Oh, please do."

After saying goodbye to Racheal, Angel started down the hall and her mind wondered back to Dean's shirt. She was disappointed but there was nothing she could about it, they were already done and ready to be sold. She wasn't even really upset about the redesigns, she was more worried about why they happened. Sure, the email said the changes were to make them fit with the WWE style but she couldn't help but wonder if they were done out of spite. However, if The Authority thought that changing Dean's shirt from black to white was going to stop the fans from buying it, they didn't know Dean's fans very well.

"Angel! Over here!" She heard as soon as she walked into catering.

When she looked up, Renee waving at her from a table with Roman, Dean and Naomi sitting next to her. "Oh hey!" She waved back. "What are you doing here?"

Renee gave a fake smiled. "I was called in for some Summerslam stuff."

"I'm sure you were so excited to come back a day early."

"Of course, I was, all I was doing was sitting in my living room happily sipping on wine at home when I got the call." She sighed. "What's a girl to do."

"So true." She walked over the table and sat down.

"Are you going to tell us how your meeting with Racheal went?" Dean asked.

"Hey, I just sat down." She told him. "It was fine. I got to see the finished shirts today."

They all leaned forward. "And?"

"And?"

"How are the shirt?"

She tried to stifle the sigh that was making its way out. "They're fine. Roman's shirt turned out pretty much exactly how I wanted it too."

"Ok?"

"But Dean's shirt on the other hand was changed."

"Changed?" Dean asked his brows furrowing.

"Yeah, apparently The Authority thought that the shirt should be white instead of black before it would make it look like a straight jacket, fitting the whole 'insane' thing you got going for you." She explained. "They also made your logo smaller and moved the placement of it, saying that it fit better in the WWE style this way."

"They can't do that!" Dean smacked the table.

"Actually, they cant." Naomi spoke up. "And they do, all the time. In fact, they changed the Uso's most recent shirt. The words on the back were supposed to take up the whole thing, but they decided 'to fit better into the WWE style' they should be smaller. They also axed the tank top that the boys wanted to release with it."

"How can they get away with that?"

"It's in our contracts." She sighed. "They have the freedom to change any merch at any time. They also have the ability to veto a design and just make up their own."

"I guess we never noticed that since we left everything with the Shield up to The authority anyway."

"Yeah." Roman agreed.

"Well, welcome to the other side of being a WWE Superstar."

Renee sighed. "Well, I'm glad that I don't have to deal with any of that."

"Does that mean we're never getting Renee Young merch."

She chuckled. "Nope, at least not anytime soon."

"I for one thing that, that would be so cool." Naomi said. "I would buy it."

"Yes, I already sold one shirt."

"Hey, you sold two shirts." Angel added quickly.

"Oh man, I should run down and talk to Racheal,"

"You should." She laughed.

"Doors opening in thirty minutes!" Someone yelled into catering.

"Thank you!" They called back.

"I guess that mean's it game time." Roman said.

Dean groaned as he stood up from the table. "I guess so."

"Not excited for tonight's show?"

"Of course I am." Dean said with a very fake smile plastered on his face. "I'm always excited to see how Seth cheats me out of a fair fight."

"Is there anything better." Angel nodded.

"I mean at least I will make it even more sweet when you finally do get that win over him." Naomi said.

"How I dream of that." Dean said. "But until then, I'll just have to deal with him pissing me off by just existing. On that note, I should really get ready." He turned towards Angel. "You going to hang here?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "I wanna get something to eat before the show."

"Sounds good. I'll meet up with you in a bit." He said before nodding to Renee and Naomi. "See you."

"Bye."

"See you."

When the boys walked out of sight, Renee let out a deep breath. "I still can't believe they changed your designs, they were so good."

"At least most of the original designs are still there." She said.

"Still sucks."

Naomi nodded. "The boys felt the same after they noticed that their shirt had been changed as well."

"We should revolt against the Authority." Renee said raising her fist in the air.

Angel patted her on the shoulder. "You work on that, I'm going to get some food." She stood up and walked off to make herself up a plate of food. When she got back to that table, she was greeted with laughter from the two women.

"What's so funny."

"We came up with a chant for our revolt."

"Oh?"

"Oh?"

"What do we want?" Renee said.

"Merch." Naomi responded.

"How do we want it."

"The way we designed it."

"Ah, you must have thought for a long time on that one."

Naomi blushed a little. "It took the entire time you were gone to come up with."

"Do you think that it will get our message over?"

"I don't know how it wouldn't." She said.

"Good, we won't stop until we get the merch we deserve." Renee said making everyone laugh.

After settling down, Naomi steered the conversation away from merch and revolutions, to the one subject she really didn't want to talk about. "So, Eva's bachelorette party is this weekend."

Mood dropping at the mention of Eva Marie, Angel took a bite of one of the carrot sticks she had on her plate. "Oh yeah? You didn't go?"

"I wasn't invited."

"You weren't? It seemed like everyone was."

Renee added. "Yeah, I just assumed that all the girls on Total Divas were going."

"Pretty much everyone but me." She said shaking her head. "Even Cameron was invited."

"Oh?"

"And to make everything better, Eva invited her right in front of me. Then looked me up and down and walked away."

"What a bitch."

"I know right." She said. "But the reason I brought it up was because I've been getting texts from Cameron all day talking about it."

"I thought you two were fighting."

"We are, but this is what fighting with her is like. She all bitchy to you expect if she wants to gossip. And apparently, Natty and TJ are fighting, like a lot. Cameron said it's a scary amount. She said that Nikki said that Natty is talking about breaking up with him."

"Oh no."

"Natty has been going off about him not being romantic and that she feels like he doesn't want her anymore." Renee said. "She was in tears the other day because of it."

"Well to make up to her, he took her to an ostrich farm."

Both women made funny faces and Angel asked. "What's wrong with that? An ostrich farm sounds fun." At least it did too her. She would he happy if Dean took her to one.

"Nothing is inherently wrong with it, but I guess Nat was expecting something a little more romantic and was really hurt when he didn't realize that."

Angel blinked. "I think I'm broken."

"Why?"

"I think it would be really romantic and fun to go to an ostrich farm."

"Romantic? Really?"

"Yeah."

Renee laughed. "That's why you're perfect for Dean Ambrose."

"Meaning?"

"Going to an ostrich farm is very Dean Ambrose."

"You're right." Naomi chuckled. "It is very Dean Ambrose."

"What does that mean?" Angel asked.

"It means that an ostrich farm just fits with Dean Ambrose."

"What does that mean!"

"You'll have to find out on your own."

"That's not helpful."

"Fifteen minutes until doors open!"

"Shit." Angel gasped as she wolfed down her food. "I got to get ready."

"Easy girl, you got fifteen minutes and it's not like Dean's match is on first."

"I know but I don't like having to rush around." She said cleaning up.

"You are in the wrong profession then."

Saying goodbye to the girls, she wondered off to find Dean and to get ready for the house show. As she weaved through the people, she started to think about the shirts one more time. As much as she was getting over her initial anger about the changes they made, it still bothered her that it was The Authority that made them. Since it was Stephanie and Hunter that did it, she would never be sure if it was truly what they thought was best or if they were doing it go get a one up on them. Since they seemed to have a never ending list of ways to thwart them, while all they could do was wonder what they would do next.

…

"What do you mean?" Angel asked as she rose from her chair. When Hank and Mark Carrano asked her to stay after the before show meeting, she wondered what it could be about, but now she was pissed.

"The Authority just thought that due to what happened on Smackdown, Dean served a day off." Mark told her.

"If they thought he deserved a day off, then why didn't they just pull him from a house show or two? You know the shows that aren't televised and the shows that it makes the most sense to miss."

"Well, he was already advertised for them."

"And he wasn't advertised for today?" She asked.

Mark sighed. "Angel, I get why you're mad…"

"Do you?" She asked. "If you knew that Dean wasn't going to be on the show today, then why didn't anyone tell us that yesterday. We travel three and a half hours from Dallas to get here, not to mention we had to rent a room for the night. And now you're telling me that we didn't have to do that."

"Now we did think about all that." He said. "And we decided to give him a match for Main Event, that way all of that doesn't have to be for not."

"How does a match tomorrow make up for the traveling for today? Now we have to travel to Corpus Christi, tonight or tomorrow morning and I have to pray that our hotel that I had booked for Thursday to Saturday can add a couple of days to our stay…last minute…fun. And we have to cancel our flights home and break plans with people because there's no point in us going tomorrow, flying homing and having to come back Thursday."

"It was the best we could do."

Yeah right. "So who's his match against tomorrow?"

"Del Rio." He said as if it was an honor to fight Del Rio.

The urge to punch the table in front of her was go great that she had to clap onto her laptop bag's strap just to stop herself. "Thanks for the heads up."

"We didn't get that much of a heads up either about this."

"Wait? Isn't Dean's shirt supposed to be coming out today? Why would you not put him on the show if his merch is being dropped?"

Mark shrugged. "The Authority has everything figured out. They know what's best for business."

Those words grated on her brain and made her want to stomp out right now just because he said them, but she stopped herself and tried to keep at least a little bit of professionalism about her. "If Dean's not going to be on the show tonight, then why are we here?"

"There's a good question." Mark smiled. "We're going to start filing the promotional videos and packages for Summerslam, and we have him slated to film tonight. We also have some promotional things that we want him to run for us, there are a couple of interviews and photo ops, things like that. See we thought about you."

"Yeah." She pursed her lips together. "Have a nice tonight."

"Angel," Mark tried to stop her from walking out of the room. "This is very important stuff…"

"Sorry, but I have to go get Dean really to film." She said quickly before walking out of the room.

Not even two steps down the hall, she stopped, took a deep breath and clenched her eyes shut. Fuck The Authority. She chanted in her head. She should have known. They were so despicable.

Her phone went off in her pocket. Digging it out, she looked to see she had a text from Hank, that just said. "I'm sorry about that."

Sighing, she typed back. "It's not your fault. There are two people I blame for today and both of them weren't in the room." She then pocketed her phone and started down to find Dean, so she could share the news with him. Boy was he going to be SOOOO happy about this.

Dean was furious. The moment she told him, he went ff the handle and started to throw things around the area that they had claimed for the night.

"But hey, at least you get to film for Summerslam."

"Oh, you mean the show that I still don't have a match for."

"Yeah, that one."

"Fuck them."

She nodded in agreement.

"Shit that sucks, dude." Roman sighed as he brushed out his hair. "If they wanted to give you a break, why didn't they just give you the weekend off or something."

"That's what I said." Angel told him.

"This isn't a break." Dean ran his finger through his hair, pulling on his curls. "This is a we don't want Dean to be here day. I bet you they have some stuff planned for Seth."

"If they do, I'll be sure to stop him" Roman said.

"I know you will."

As they got ready for whatever they were supposed to do today, they just kept bitching about The Authority. They then headed down to the conference room that was set up to film the promotions for Summerslam.

Inside the room, a few members of crew were running around running around, getting everything in place.

"Angel Miles and Dean Ambrose checking in." Angel called to the first person who made eye contact with her.

"Hank just walked out for moment, he'll be right back."

"Sounds good." She said as they moved out of the way.

"Hey, awesome." He said. "Hank just walked out for a second, he'll be right back."

A few moments later, Hank came almost rushing into the room, sweating and apologizing. "Sorry about the wait."

"It's all good." Dean said pushing himself form the wall that they had planted themselves on. "They really got you running around today, huh?"

"You can say that again." He sighed. "They waited until yesterday to tell me that they wanted to start working on the promotional stuff for Summerslam. Which is fine, but it's too early. I don't have anything to work with. We have the theme, but that's basically it. The only other thing I have to work with is we have one match that has been officially made, Cena verses Brock. Now I'm sure I could tell you about six more that we're just waiting for the announcement on but still, I can't work on anything if there not official." He took a deep breath. "And then on top of that, they still need me to run around and do everything else that I normally do for the shows." He looked at them with the most 'tried of this shit' look she had ever seen "I just had to run the whole way around the backstage area because the camera in catering wasn't set up correctly….the battery was dead."

Angel shook her head. "That's rough."

"Very." He said before clapping his hands. "But enough bitching. Have you been filled in on anything?"

"Nope."

"Figures." He sighed. "So, the theme for Summerslam this year is good verses evil. We're going very Hollywood with it."

"Yeah, where do we stand on that."

"You're a hero."

"For real?" Dean scoffed. "I would have expected the Authority to make us villains."

"The Authority don't have a say in that one."

Angel coughed and sputtered. "What? The Authority don't have total control about something?"

"Shocking I know, but this came down straight from Vince."

"Vince?"

"Yep,"

"That makes sense then. They wouldn't ever go against whatever Vince picked."

"If we already know what side Dean is on, do we know who he's fight?"

"No, sorry." Hank said. "I officially only know one match. But if I was a gambling man, I would put my chips on it being against Seth."

"Careful, you might lose that money." Dean said. "The Authority doesn't really like me getting that close to him."

"Yeah, well if they truly want to do what's best for business, they would book it." He said. "I know after Battlegrounds the fans are chomping at the bit to get Seth verses Dean, and I'm sure you two want the match as well."

"We do." They both nodded.

"Well, no matter who you are facing, you're still in the promotional trailer, so I guess we need to get filming."

Hank led them over to the white backdrop that they were using, and positioned Dean right where he was needed. "For this first shot, we're doing a title card type of thing." Hank said as he was handed a clipboard. "So what we're looking for is just you getting ready for a fight."

"Ok?"

"Have you every played a fighting video game?"

"A long time ago." Dean said.

"Do you remember the screen when you pick who you're going to be and the characters' give a little action or line that shows off their personality?"

"Kind of."

"That's what we're going for." Hank then said. "Just be yourself."

"That I can do."

"We're going to continue to roll, so just keep doing things. Play with your tape, run your fingers through your hair. You know."

"Yep."

Not quite sure what to do, Angel followed Dean's lead. She didn't really have any 'moves' or 'gestures' that were her own, so she tried to make them up on the fly. She crossed her arms, put her hands in her pockets, cracked her neck, she even tried to pull a Roman by grabbing the waistband of her pants in that lone ranger style.

After a while Hank called for the cut. "Good, good. Now we need the two of you too look as if you're walking into battle. So back up and walk slowly up to the mark on the floor."

They had to redo the walking shot about ten times before they were told to stop and move one. Which all they had left was 'b' roll rootage, meaning shots of their hands and close ups of their faces. Angel did not like this. At one point she believed that they were only capturing a shot of her nose, and that made her feel really unconfutable.

"Alright, that's a wrap for Dean Ambrose and Angel Miles. For now." Hank called out. "You are good to go. Thank you."

"Any time." Dean said as they walked off the backdrop.

"Oh hey. I wanted to apologize again for what happened in the meeting this morning. I had no idea that Mark was going to take control like that." He sighed. "I did know that the Authority had ordered a rest day for Dean but I was going to suggest a promo or something so you could at least be part of the show, but Mark vetoed that and said that the Authority had a plan to have to do some press work."

Patting the man on the arm, Angel said. "Like I said before, it's fine. I don't blame you. In fact, we should be thanking you for not being a total Authority stooge."

"Hey, I was hired before the Authority was a thing, I answer to Vince and that is it."

"My man." Dean smirked. "I knew I liked you."

"I feel honored." He smiled. "Being liked by Dean Ambrose."

Angel laughed. "You should, he doesn't normally people who have any sort of power over him."

"He's a great ally to have."

"Yeah, well too bad that Hutner and Stephanie didn't learn that."

"You know I've wondered this for a while, and since you kind of brought it up. If the Authority offered you the same deal that they did Seth, what would you have done?"

"I wouldn't have taken it." Dean said quickly.

"Wow, no hesitation." Hank seemed impressed. "I was half expecting you to tell me to fuck off."

"Why would I do that?" Dean asked. "It's a question I'm sure a lot of people want to ask. But my answer is just a simple as that. They offered Seth fame, money, and a guaranteed easy track to the top, plus some other shit probably. But I don't care about any of that shit, especially back then. All I cared about was my family in the Shield; my brothers-in-arms, and my girl. That's it, nothing else. I would have rather failed in the Shield then betray them. And even now, I would gladly go through the hell that The Authority has planned for me then take any deal they have."

Pride warmed Angel's chest as she listened to Dean. She had a feeling that this would be his answer, at least she was ninety nine percent sure about it, but it was so nice to hear him say it.

"Good answer." Hank nodded. "Not many have that kind of resolve."

"If there is one thing I have, its resolve." Dean smirked.

"I guess that true."

"Well, we should get started with press tour bullshit that I'm being sent on."

"I'm sure you're excited for it."

"Yeah, that's the word."

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