Welcome to Chapter One Hundred Nineteen! For those of you who like the Eva Marie stuff...get ready. Lol it's really going to start popping off. I really hope you enjoy this chapter.
Main Event: July 29, 2014
"Thank you so much." Angel said as she bowed her head and smiled at the associate at the front desk of the hotel. "Thank you, thank you."
"I'm just glad we were able to help you today." They said with a smile.
"I am too." She agreed. "And I'm so sorry about all of this."
"Don't worry about it."
"Have a good day."
"You too."
She walked over to Dean who was sitting on one of the chairs in the lobby with a ballcap on his head while looking at the floor. His way of avoiding the wrestling fans that they saw earlier when they arrived. She would be surprised if it really worked, it was hard to hide when you were six foot four and shaped like Dean Ambrose.
"You ready?" She asked making him glance up.
"Did you get our stay extended?"
She grabbed her bag. "Luckily, yes."
"We should have them send the bill to Hunter and Stephanie for the extra days." He said standing.
"If only, if only."
They started towards their room. After the last few days, Angel wanted to fall into the bed and take a long nap, but she wasn't able. They had to be at the arena by two.
They dropped off their overnight bags, they grabbed everything they would need for the show and piled back into the rental car and headed out for the American Bank Center. When they got there, Angel walked up to the table set up for check in.
"Angel? What are you doing here?" The woman behind the table looked at her with concern.
"Dean has a match tonight." She said.
"He does?" She questioned as she started to flip through papers in front of her.
So help me. Angel took a deep breath. If the Authority had them running around like this for nothing, she was going to murder someone.
"Oh, here you are." The woman said with a smile. "They didn't send down a fully revised schedule," She held up a Post-it note.
"Ah."
"Sorry about the mistake. Here you go." He handed the packet of paper for tonight's show, which was noticeably small then the ones for Monday Night Raw and Smackdown. "Good luck tonight."
"Thanks." She sighed. If this was a sign of how the rest of the day was going to go, then tonight was going to suck.
After settling in, they Angel made her way down to the before show meeting. As she walked into the conference room, she thought she had ended up in the wrong place. She was used to a room pack with different people from every department of WWE, but there were only five people in the room.
"Angel! Come in." She turned to the front of the room to see Hank. "We're just about to start."
"Hey Hank." She smiled at him, before tiptoeing her way to an empty chair and sat down.
"So, let's start with the schedule for today. We have one the books, The Usos vs RybAxel, followed by Heath Slater and Titus O'neil vs Zack Ryder and Tyson Kidd, then lastly there's Dean Ambrose vs Alberto Del Rio."
Angel was so used to the three and two hour shows that only have three matches was almost a shock to her system.
"We need a couple of promos for tonight, anyone have any ideas?"
Looking around at the small group of people in the room, Angel realized that no one was really paying any attention at all. She knew that Main Event wasn't the favorite show in the company, and wasn't as put together as the top two, but this was ridiculous. Well if no ones going to jump at the opportunity, then I will. She thought to herself as she raised her hands. "I'm sure Dean has some stuff to talk about."
Hank nodded his head at her. "I'm sure he does. And since his match is the last of the night, why don't we have him start off the show with an in-ring promo?"
"Sure." She said already pulling out her phone to text the plan to Dean, so he had some time to figure out what he wanted to talk about, though she knew he didn't need it. She was ninety nine percent sure that whatever he was going to talk about was Seth and The Authority. She wondered if Seth was even here tonight.
…
"Five minutes until show starts." The crew member standing next to them said as Angel could her someone talking through his earpiece. "I have Dean and Angel here already. We are ready to go whenever."
Looking up at Dean, Angel stretched her arms out behind her. Apparently after reading her text about him starting the show, he had let himself slip into a mindset that had him on edge. When he came to find him and get ready for the show, he was just sitting there taping his writes up, while he was wearing his grey leather jacket, which he hadn't taken off since they got to the arena. At least he had been already wearing a tank top, who knows what he would be walking to the ring in if not.
"So, you know what you're going to talk about?" She asked.
"Of course." He said quickly. "Have I ever stumbled over what to say before?"
"No."
He gave her a wink and turned towards the curtain just in time for his music to kick in.
The fans cheered loudly as they walked out to the stage and down the ramp, while Brandi announced them. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome, Angel Miles and Dean Ambrose!"
As soon as they got into the ring, the screens all around them started to play a video about what happened on Friday. Surprised by this, she turned to Dean. "I didn't know they were going to do that."
"Neither did I."
"It's weird, they normally tell us when they have a video package to run." She said walking across the ring to grab the mic that one of the crew members were holding up for them. Thanking them, she turned back around, and gave the mic to Dean.
Looking up at the titantron, she suddenly saw a live shot of Dean's face, filling the whole thing. Which Dean took as his cue to start. "We're back, and in a foul mood!" He said as the crowd cheered for them. "Fresh off our little 'promotional' tour, last night. Now shaking hands and kissing babies had never been my strong suit, obviously, I normally leave all that to Angel, again for obvious reason. But it's an easy way for The Authority to keep me off Monday Night Raw and away from their precious little darling Seth Rollings." He paused as boos rang out. "Oh, but I'm here tonight and I say let's cut the crap! I'll say this to Seth Rollins, why don't you finally do what's best for business, why don't you come out here and get your teeth knocked down your throat, IN THIS RING!" He said pointing down to the mat.
As the fans cheered, Angel looked up at Dean and shook her head. "There's no way he's coming out."
"She's right." Dean nodded. "I would bet my bottom dollar that he won't, because he doesn't have the guts." He turned to the stage. "Let's find out if I'm right. Does Seth Rollins want to hang out back there and hide, behind closed doors and eat protein bars with Triple H or whatever you guys do, or do you want to come out here and you do you want to get nuts?"
Angel jumped as the mic came flying passed her, and once again when his leather jacket got the same treatment. While he paced around the ring, his eyes locked on the stage, she picked up both the jacket and the mic.
"Don't get your hopes up." She said into the mic. "We both already know the answer to your question, in fact the whole arena, no, the whole WWE Universe knows the answer. Seth's not coming out here. He's too scared."
"I wanna give him a change." Dean said coming closer to her so that the mic would pick him up. "Maybe he'll surprise us."
She nodded and turned to wait. However, it didn't take too long for both of them to get so bored that they sat down in the middle of the ring. "I guess he's not coming." She said quietly.
"Pass the mic." He told her.
Taking it from her, Dean sat there for a moment before saying. "Nothing? Yeah, that's what I thought. I mean after what this one did to you on Smackdown, I would be scared too. SO just go hide back there, hide behind Kane, holding Triple H's hand. Meanwhile, I'll be out here in the ring doing what I do. Going through every Superstar, every thug, every goon, every tiny little bull, every demon The Authority puts in front of me, until get to you Seth, and when I do, I'll make you pay the price for selling out."
Suddenly loud trumpets sounded in a familiar Mexican style song. Turning towards the stage, they were greeted Alberto Del Rio's titantron video. "Alberto?" She questioned as she moved up to stand next to Dean. "Why is he coming out."
"I don't know?" Dean said shaking his head. "But we're going to find out."
"What exactly are you supposed to be?" Alberto asked. He then said something in Spanish that sounded like he was calling him a rat or whatever a perro was, which if she wasn't mistaken was the was the word for dog. "You look like a bum, you look like you just came out of a dumpster." He paused before looking over at her. "Not you sweetheart."
"Sweetheart?" She raised a brow at him before glancing at Dean who had a look that could kill on his face.
"You need to stop worrying about Seth Rollins." Alberto continued. "And start worrying about Alberto Del Rio. You think I'm afraid of you, Dean? I'm a former WWE Champion and former Heavy Weight Champion. You want to know what fear is? Fear is being lock in my Cross Arm Breaker and wondering if Alberto is going to show you mercy or not."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dean glance at his taped up left shoulder, which only fueled her own worry. It was scary to see Dean having any type of concern over himself. Maybe his arm had gotten hurt even worse on Friday.
"Dean, as you know, every good show starts with a kickoff." Alberto smirked. "You want to start this right now? Because I can see your shoulder is wrapped up like a present, a beautiful present just for me. I'm going to tell you what I'm going to do tonight, I'm going to take your arm home and put it on a shelf, like trophy."
Inhaling sharply, Angel stepped back from the two men who were face to face in the middle of the ring, she knew that what Del Rio thought was a threat was a challenge for Dean. A challenge that could lead to a fight, right here, right now.
"Come on. Do it." Dean said egging him on. "Tear it off. I would love for you to just rip it off." All of the concern she had witness before, was now gone.
Before anyone could react, Del Rio threw the mic down and kicked Dean right on the injured arm. He then ducked out of the ring, with a smug look on his face aimed right at Dean who had dropped to his knee.
Even though she didn't know if he had dropped from the pain or because he was started by the hit, she raced up to check on him. Leaning around to look him in his face, she saw a tight-lipped expression and that was all she needed to see.
Eyeing up the mic that Alberto just threw down, Angel practically leaped for it. "You just made a big mistake." She told him. "You asked if Dean was a dog when you first came out here, right? Perro." She slowly stepped up towards the ropes. "Well, didn't anymore ever tell you not to mess with a street dog? They're vicious, rabid. And now his sights are set on you, Sweetheart." She felt Dean come up behind her.
Alberto just shook his head as he back his way up the ramp.
When he finally made his way backstage, she dropped the mic, and turned towards Dean. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm good." He said as he sat down on the middle rope, holding it open for her. Ducking through the ropes, she dropped down onto the floor, and waited for Dean to join her. They then stared the walk to the backstage.
"That was a good promo, by the way." He said draping his arm over her shoulders. "I didn't know you could speak Spanish."
"I can't." She told him. "Back in high school, I use to help a couple of my friends study, so I picked up a few words. I'm just glad that I remembered correctly. It would have been so embarrassing if I got it wrong."
"True." He said as they walked through the curtain. "But what the hell is his problem, saying that I look like a bum when he came out in nothing but his trunks and a scarf? A scarf, talk about tacky."
"Oh, you should have said that out there!"
"I don't think I needed to say it, everyone already knows."
Since Dean's match was going to be the 'main even' for the show, they had some time to relax and waste. Which gave her the time that she needed to check out the merch shop. She really wanted to see Dean and Roman's shirts.
"Alright, I'll be right back." She said as she threw on his oversized hoodie.
"You sure you don't want me to come with you?" He asked.
"I'm sure." She told him. "You kind of stand out like a sore thumb, no offence."
"None taken."
Throwing the hood up, she started out for the public area. Keeping her head down, she tried to stay out of the way and out of sight as she made her way up to the merch table, which was thankfully empty. Peeking up at the wall of shirts, her eyes went wide, and the excited smile on her face fell. Dean and Roman's shirts weren't there.
She was sure that Racheal told her that they would be released last night at Monday Night Raw, then why weren't they here? Did they sell out? She shook her head. There was no way. Walking up to the table and waited until the person working it was finished with the last person.
"Can I help you?"
"Yeah, I was wondering. Do you have any merch for Dean Ambrose or Roman Reigns?"
Sighing, they looked behind them. "No, I don't think so." They looked back. "I know that there's talk about bring something out soon for him, but we haven't received it yet."
"You haven't?"
"Nope, sorry."
"It's fine." She said before walking away. Halfway back, she pulled out her phone and found her conversation with Racheal. Maybe, she had read it wrong. She thought, until she saw the message that blatantly said that they would be on sell starting last night. At least she wasn't crazy.
Quickly sending a text to Racheal about what happened, she shoved her phone back in her pocket and made her way back to Dean.
D.D.D
While he was busy doing his normal before match workout, Dean heard Angel coming back from her little trip to the merch table, but judging by the huffs coming out of her, it didn't go so well.
"They weren't there." She said hoping onto the travel case next to him.
"Are you sure you got the release date right?" He grunted in time with his pushups. "Yeah, I even double checked. They were supposed to be out yesterday."
"Maybe they sold out."
"I thought about that, but the person working the table said they haven't received them yet."
Jumping to his feet, he reached for his water bottle. "Could have been that they were just delayed."
"Could be, but Racheal didn't send me anything saying that they were."
Talking a swig of his water, he watched her. He hoped that all this was just some stupid mix-up or something. She was so proud of her work, and rightfully so. She deserved to see her work hanging up with the rest.
Feeling the frustration building inside him, he put his water down and leaned over, so that his hands were on either side of her legs. "Hey, don't worry about it." He told her. "Your designs were great, there's no way they wouldn't want to sell them. I'm sure there was just a mix up. That kind of shit happens all the time."
She looked up at him with a small smile and said. "Yeah, you're probably right."
"I'm always right."
"I wouldn't say that." She said pocking him on the nose.
"Well, I am about this. And think about it, the moment they do go on sell, the whole arena is going to be filled with our shirts."
"The whole arena?"
"Yep." He got closer, so that their foreheads were touching. "Aren't you excited to see all those people claiming to be unstable."
"You're going to have an army."
"We're going to have an army." He corrected. "Don't you go think you're not a little unstable."
…
"The following contest is scheduled for a one fall, accompany by Angel Miles, from Cincinnati Ohio, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, Dean Ambrose." Dean heard as they walked down the ramp. Man, he was ready for this match, after Seth's attack on Friday and being sidelined on Monday, he was ready to beat the living shit out of someone, and it might as well be that cocky asshole Del Rio. He rubbed his left arm where he could still feel the small ache from the cheap shot that Del Rio got in.
After helping Angel into the ring, he climbed in and turned towards the stage. Waiting. A couple of seconds later, Del Rio's music started up and the man came out throwing that shitty white scarf of his around.
"You know you're right." Angel said beside him. "That scarf is tacky."
Keeping his eyes on the man coming down the ramp, Dean put his arm out in front of Angel, and walked her backwards, towards the far side of the ring. When Del Rio reached the steps, he glanced over his shoulder and gave her the sign that it was time to get out of the ring.
Nodding back, she made her way out onto the steel steps. Only to run straight into Del Rio, who had walked across the apron father then Dean would have liked. Gritting his teeth, he watched as Angel gave Del Rio little to no interest as she turned towards the other set of steel steps.
"I promise not to beat him up too bad." Del Rio said as he leant forward and slapped her on the ass. Angel's body shot straight, and she paused mid-step. Dean went cold with anger as he watched the red hue of embarrassment work it's way up her neck and onto her cheeks.
The ring bell rang out and Dean threw himself at Del Rio. "You motherfucker…" He mumbled, not caring in the slightest of the ring mics picked him up. Fist flying, he smashed Rio into the corner of the ring. "You think such hot shit that you can just put your hands on my girl? Huh? Dead wrong." He slammed his fist into the mans face, going for the stitches that he noticed earlier.
Originally, he wasn't going to go for them, he was going to try and take the high road. He knew how much stitches fucking sucked, especially if you had to get them redone, but that was before he slapped Angel's ass. Now everything was fair game.
Forcing him to the ropes, he held Del Rio's head down and raked it against the top rope. He hoped that it tore a stitch or two out of his fucking head. He then threw the man around the ring like a ragdoll, until he got him back into the corner.
Grabbing his hair, Dean lifted his head up and forced him to look at him in the eyes before he smashed his forearm into his face, making sure to scrap his tape against him. This fucker was going to regret even looking at Angel. He wouldn't even let him breath.
Del Rio tried to retaliate, tried to get the upper hand, and sure he was able to connect with a kick to the gut, but that wasn't enough to keep Dean down. Shaking his head at him, Dean grabbed him and threw him right back into the corner. He then jumped up onto the middle rope and started to his him over and over with an onslaught of punches.
Somewhere in his fury fogged mind, he heard the fans counting each hit. Could hear them getting louder and louder, until he was suddenly pulled away.
"Dean, get him out of the corner."
It was the ref. Fine. He did just that, he pulled Del Rio out of the corner and to the middle of the ring, where he dropped him with a suplex. Which seemed to jog his memory that this was indeed a match and not just him beating someone down for messing with Angel. Thinking that it was good idea to at least try and go through the motions of a match, he went for a weak cover. Once that Del Rio kicked out of easy. Fine by him, he wanted to deliver more pain on him. Wanted to punish him more.
When Del Rio started to crawl to the ropes, a sadistic idea popped into his head. "Angel, come here!" He called for her as he stalked after him.
As he tired to use the ropes for safety, Dean put his hand on the back of his head, and pressed down, smashing his throat into the middle rope, choking him. Leaning down, he ordered. "Apologize! Apologize to her now!" He looked up to see Angel standing on the floor in front of them. "She's right there, beg her for forgiveness." He kept going even though he knew that Del Rio couldn't breathe, let alone talk.
He felt someone pull on his arm, and knew that it was the ref as he heard "Dean, let him go."
Not wanted to get DQed, at least not this early into the match, he let the man go and held up his hands. Smirking to himself, he listened as the man sputtered and coughed as he tried to catch his breath. Which was probably easier said than done when Dean kicked him in the side.
When Del Rio scrambled to get away from him, he followed. He wasn't done with him. Grabbing him to whip him across the ring, Dean suddenly found himself on the wrong end of the Irish Whip.
His back smashed against the turnbuckles, with a surge that knocked his focus away just long enough that he didn't see the kick that was aimed right at the side of his head. The kick connected, and he didn't know if his ears were ringing from the sharp noise of Del Rio's boot hitting his head, or if it was because of the hit itself. Though it didn't really matter as she fell to his knees.
"OW." He groaned as he felt Del Rio trying to pick him up by his hair. A barrage of punches to the head followed, which didn't help the ringing in his ear or his thrown off equilibrium.
Get it together Dean. He told himself as he felt Del Rio pulled him to his feet. Even messed up, he could feel the set up for an Irish Whip. As he was pulled away from the ropes, he planted his feet and swung out his arm, reversing the move.
Blinking and shaking his head, he cleared his vision just in time to run up and knee Del Rio in the gut. The momentum from the whip, sent the man flipping over his leg.
Trying to keep his pounding head in the game, Dean grabbed Del Rio and threw him between the ropes and down onto the floor. The separation gave him a moment to breathe, but it also gave Del Rio the same moment.
Knowing that he needed to keep on him, Dean slipped out of the ring and walked up to the man who was trying to use the barricade to stand. Making sure to keep him stumbling, Dean grabbed him and slammed him back first on the barricade. Looking around to figure out his next move, Dean eyed up the timekeeper's area, and ideas rushed through him. How he wanted to grab the ring bell and use it to beat the shit out of Del Rio, just like he did with Cesaro, but again that would end up DQing him from the match.
Pushing back the urge to do it anyway, Dean gritted his teeth and ripped Del Rio from the barricade in from of him. Just because he couldn't hit in the man's head with a ring bell, didn't mean he didn't have other ways to inflict damage. Aiming at the barricade once more, Dean flung Del Rio into the thing, so hard that it moved backwards a couple good inches.
"Get back in the ring!" The ref called as he counted.
Sighing, Dean threw Del Rio back into the ring, only to pulled him back so that his head was laying on the apron. He then hopped up onto the apron himself. Turning to the ref with his hands up he asked. "Happy?"
However, before he could hear the answer, he glanced down at Del Rio and cocked his head. Without a second though, he put his hands together and leap off, hitting him square in the head as he fell.
Holding his head, Del Rio rolled back into the ring. Where do you think you're going. He asked as he got into the ring himself. When finally, Del Rio came to a stop, he grabbed his legs and turned him towards the camera so they could get a good shot of him stomping down on his stomach. Del Rio yelled out in pain.
Not wanting to let up, he used his grip on the man's legs to twisted him around into a submission hold. When he had his legs held firmly under him, he reached forward and grabbed both of his arms, forcing them up so that both of his forearms were smashed into his own face.
"TAP!" He yelled as he pulled on the man's arms as hard as he could. "Tap!"
"What do you say Del Rio?" The ref asked.
"No." He groaned as he tried to wiggle out of the hold.
Realizing that his hold was slipping, Dean decided it was best to let the man go, so that he couldn't use the momentum of breaking out of the hold to get a one up on him.
Making sure to keep the action going, he pulled Del Rio to his feet and threw his into the corner. The man's back smashed against the turnbuckles and Dean took off towards him. He tucked himself down, so that he could run his shoulder right into his stomach, but at the last minute Del Rio jumped out of the way.
Dean's eyes went wide as she saw the metal post getting closer and closer. Clenching his jaw, he prepared for the pain that was going to come. The moment his left shoulder touched the post, his body reverberated with a hot white pain that shot through his nerves. He could feel it right down to his toes.
"Dean!" He heard Angel's voice coming around the side of the ring. He groaned and not just because of the pain. He knew she was coming to check on him, which meant one thing, she was going to get herself mixed up, once again, in a match.
However instead of the black boots that he had expected to see, his vision was filled with the ugliest wrestling boots with gold details. Then came the pain as his head smashed into the steal post.
Holding his head, he let himself fall backwards into the ring, landing flat on his back. His head was doing something between a buzz and a throb and let's just say it wasn't fun.
"Dean, are you ok?" He heard someone asked. "Can you continue?"
"Yeah." He answered with a groan.
"Dean, watch out!" Angel screamed.
Her voice forced him to open his eyes, and he saw a figure flying at him. Shit. He braced for the hit. "AH!" He yelled out and he jackhammered off the mat and grabbed onto his left shoulder. Before his brain could process anything but the pain, he was abruptly pulled back down to the mat. Luckly for him, he figured out that Del Rio was going for a cover in time to kick out.
Though he was impressed that he was able to get out of the cover, that didn't' mean he was able to get back into the fight. Del Rio grabbed his left arm and started to twist it in all sorts of ways.
Clenching every part of his body, he tried to fight through the pain as he was shaken around like ragdoll.
"Do you give up."
"No."
"Why don't you tap?" Del Rio mocked him. "I mean I would if I were you, because I'm just going to rip it off if you don't"
"I wish you would." He said through his teeth. "So many people tell me they would."
Even as he taunted the man, he knew he needed to get out of the hold soon. His shoulder was popping in a way that he knew wasn't ideal. Much to his surprise, it was easier than he would have thought to fight his way up his feet. He didn't know if Del Rio was trying something or was, he just getting lucky. Either way, he didn't care.
After a punch, he was completely free. Wich allowed Del Rio to reverse the Irish Whip he was trying for. Back smashing into the turnbuckle, it racked his body, but also shook his head clear.
Just in time too. Del Rio came charging at him. Using the corner, he pushed himself up so that he could get both feet up into the air, making him run straight into his boots. Using the impact to bounce his feet up onto the top ropes.
Turning himself around, he maneuvered himself to the top rope. However, before he could get to the top, his leg was knocked out from under him. His body fell, slamming his inner thighs against the turnbuckles which heard like a bitch but at least it wasn't the nuts.
As he tried to get his feet back under him, he felt Del Rio suddenly behind him on the ropes and then his head was yanked backwards. When the man's forearm smashed against his face, a sudden rush of anger hit him.
Motherfucker. He cursed as he reached up and grabbed onto his face, digging his nails into wherever he could. Del Rio's yells of pain were music to his ear. As he revealed in it, he heard the ref telling him to let go of Del Rio's face. Which he reluctantly did, but not before making to get a good grip, so that when he pulled his hand away, his fingers scratched up his face.
While Del Rio held onto his own face, Dean threw elbows at both of his sides until he fell backwards. Glancing over his shoulder to see Del Rio laying on the mat, he quickly moved around so that he was squatting on the top rope.
Eyes locked on the man who was trying to get to his feet, he lined up his shot and jumped. Leaning back, he trusted his feet back and kicked Del Rio right in the middle of the chest, knocking him right back down.
However, Del Rio wasn't the only one how hit the mat this time. The impact, rocked his body again, send another jolt through his arm. "Fuck, this shoulder is going to kill me." He mumbled through his clenched teeth.
"Oh," Del Rio said his voice wheezing. "That means Angel's going to need a shoulder to cry on, maybe I should try my hand."
A sharp inhale, and Dean was on his feet. He knew that Del Rio was pushing his buttons on purpose, but fuck it, what did he care. If he wanted pissed off Dean Ambrose, then he was going to get him.
Seeing red, he followed the man to the corner, and started wailing on him, one hit after the other until an arm around his stomach pulled him away.
"Get him out of the corner, Dean!" Of course it was the ref.
Not even giving a little bit of a shit whether or not he was DQed at this point, he set right back in, but Del Rio was ready for him. Before Dean could even get in one hit, he was suddenly scooped up and tossed over the ropes. Instinctively he grabbed onto the top one and used it hold himself on the apron, though that only worked until something hard hit him in the side of the head.
A.A.A.
Angel gasped as Dean fell backwards off the apron. "Dean!" She ran around the side of the ring. Rounding the corner, she saw Dean laying sprawled out on the floor. She slid to her knees next to him, her hand going for his. Before she could even manage to do it herself, Dean squeezed her hand and gave a small nod of his head. He was ok.
"Hey sweetheart." She heard coming from the ring. Looking up, she saw Del Rio standing with a smug grin on his face. "Ring side is such a dangerous place for a little thing like you."
She raised a brow at the man. "I think I can handle it." She rose up to her feet.
"I just don't want a pretty face like you to get hurt." He is such a pig. She rolled her eyes as Del Rio hopped down from the ring. "Excuse me."
Glancing back at Dean who was struggling to get up, she took a deep breath, this was still a match, and though he had been a monstrous ass, Del Rio was at least playing fair, for the moment.
When she stepped out of his way, Del Rio winked at her before reaching down and grabbing Dean. When he threw Dean into the ring, Angel has expected him to follow, but he just turned around and smiled at her, a smug ass smile.
Frowning, she stepped back until she felt the edge of the announce table. She then turned to look at Byron Saxton and sighed. "Can you believe this?" She asked gesturing to Del Rio who was finally getting into the ring.
Byron looked up at her and shook his head. "I can't"
"Angel's over here asking Byron if he can believe that Del Rio seems to be hitting on her." Tom Phillips said explaining to the at home viewers.
Wanting to throw more dirt on Del Rio, she said. "Did you see what he did to me before the match? Like ew. I told him before, not to mess with a street dog. Did he really think it was smart to mess with street dog's girl?"
Leaving them laughing, Angel went back to focusing on the match, which wasn't as action packed as it was just moments ago. Del Rio had Dean in a submission hold in the middle of the ring. However, instead of being his Crossarm breaker, like she had anticipated, he had him in a choke hold. Not that she would complain about someone not going after his left arm, but that just seemed off for the person who said he was going to rip Dean's arm off.
By the time she made it back to the apron, Dean had fought his way up onto his knee. From even when she was standing she could hear him growling as he ripped and tore at Del Rio, trying to get out of his grasp.
"There you go!" She cheered as Dean kicked Del Rio in the gut, forcing him to let go.
Freed, he was able to get a few good hits but Del Rio stopped him dead with a wicked clothesline, before going for the pin. Dean kicked out quickly, and apparently Del Rio didn't like that because that smug look on his face was now gone, replaced with a bitter scowl. Grabbing Dean, he tossed him right into the steel post next to her.
Her eyes widened as Dean almost came crashing down on her. Right before they collided his body stopped with a jolt. Confused, she looked up to see that he had used his right arm to grab the post, which in returned drove his left shoulder even more into the thing.
With a groan, he pulled his legs through the ropes and sat down on the apron. "Fuck."
"Are you ok?" She asked no knowing what else to say.
"Yeah, peachy." He shook out his arm.
"Dean, we still good to go?" The ref asked.
"Yep." He huffed. "Just gotta catch my breath."
Movement in the ring, made her look up to see Del Rio was stalking towards him. "Dean." She warned as she stepped back.
She was sure that Del Rio had thrown him into the corner next to her not just by chance, and she didn't want to see what he would do next.
As Dean struggled to get to his feet, the 'let's go Ambrose' chants started to echo through the arena. Joining in, she watched as Del Rio forced Dean to climb the ropes.
And once again, she found herself biting her lip as the two men fought in the corner. However, unlike last time, Del Rio held firm, and pulled Dean over his head for a Superlex.
She flinched when Dean's body bounced on the mat, before going limp. Del Rio smartly went for another pin, but Dean kicked out. She had a feeling he used everything in the tank for that one as he kicked out so hard that he flipped over onto his stomach.
She heard Del Rio yell out in frustration as he took off across he ring to jump, literally jump on Dean's back. His feet landing on both his shoulders before going for another pin. This time the ref didn't even get to two before Dean got out.
Suddenly Dean was right back in the same choke hold that he was in before. "Come one Dean! Get out of this." She clapped her hands. "Get out of it!" Her nerves started to peak as the normal fighting spirt of Dean Ambrose wasn't shinning across his face at the moment. No, he looked like he was fading.
"Dean, what do you say?" The ref asked. "What do you say? Do you give?" The sounded like he was getting a little worried too. Reaching out for Dean's hand, the ref went to lift it up, testing if he was still with it or not, when it suddenly shot up into the air. He wasn't down just yet.
"GET UP DEAN!" She yelled.
She could have sworn she saw him nod, before his face twisted and he grabbed onto Del Rio's arm. Fight back up to his feet, he lifted Del Rio up, and planted him on his back with a Sidewalk Slam.
"There you go!" She cheered even as both men laid on the mat not moving.
Dean was the first to make a move, he rolled onto his knees and stared straight at Del Rio. A look of irritation filled his face, and he punched the mat. Even as he held his arm tight to his side, when he got up to his feet, he used it to block a punch, and she cringed. How much was being taken out of him every time he used his injured arm. It had to be more then he was letting on as he threw himself at Del Rio.
A shot to the gut, had Dean stumbling his way back towards the ropes, where he fell against the middle one. Holding onto to them, he tried to catch the breath, but Del Rio had different plans. Eyes locked on Dean, he raced across the ring.
"Look out!" She cried just as Dean rolled out of the way.
Del Rio came flying through the ropes beside her, landing on one knee. Almost as soon as he hit the floor he was back up and staggering his way to the barricade. She heard him groan out something that was probably a Spanish curse before he turned into Dean who was flying through the sky with a Suicide Dive. The hit sent Del Rio headfirst over the barricade and into the crowd.
She chucked as the fans around him called him out and taunted him, before turning to Dean who looked pretty much the same, only he was flat on the floor, chest heaving. Keeping her eyes on both the ref and Del Rio, she couched down to look him over. However, before she could even reach for his hand, he was moving, trying to get to his feet.
After trying to workout that left arm of his and get the blood flowing again, he 'helped' Del Rio back over the barricade and into the ring. He then got into the ring himself and stopped a well-timed Superkick by grabbing his leg. Rasing a brow, Dean quickly rolled him up, but Del Rio was able to kick out at two and hit him in the shoulder.
Walking the hit off, Dean came back at him with a wild swing, but Del Rio ducked it and snagged Dean around the waist. Seconds later, Dean was shoulder down on the mat after a German Suplex.
"Kick out!" She pleaded as the ref started his count. One…Two…it couldn't have been closer to three when Dean flipped himself around, and out of the pin.
Relief washed through her, as suddenly their eyes met. Holding her gaze, Dean crawled on his belly over to the ropes in front of her. Confused at what he wanted, she moved closer, so that he wouldn't have to go so far. "What up?" She asked as she noticed his eyes flicker to her lips.
Before she could even think, his right hand shot out from under the bottom rope and pulled her into him. Her mind went spiraling as he kissed her. Even as she wanted to push him away and yell at him to focus on his match, she was melting from just the way his lips moved on hers.
"Needed that." He said with a half-smile when he finally pulled away.
Trying to come back to reality, she shook her head. "Go-" Her eyes went wide as she saw red smears all over his lips. "You're bleeding."
He ran his tongue over the inside of his mouth. "Yep." He pulled himself back into the ring while gesturing to her lips.
Horrified that she that possibly had Dean's blood all over her mouth on live TV, she quickly whipped her mouth on the back of her hand. A shadow loomed above her. Looking up, she saw that both Dean and Del Rio on the ropes again. This time, Dean tucked Del Rio's head under his arm. Standing up on the second rope, he pushed off and spun them around in a Tornado DDT.
"Cover him!" She yelled as he did just that, all worries about the bloody kiss gone.
Del Rio managed to kick out at two.
"Don't worry about it, you'll get him." She told him as Dean sat up and put his head down. Not able to see his face, she looked towards the titantron, knowing that the cameras were going to catch his expression, and they didn't disappoint. She was looking a close up of his blood covered face.
She winced. She knew it wasn't half as bad as it look, that he must have just bit his tongue or the inside of his cheek or something, but due to their kiss, he looked like Hannibal Lector after finishing up a rather messy meal.
His eyes feel to Del Rio, as he walked around the ring. However, when he went to grab him, Del Rio sprung up, grabbed Dean's left arm, and dropped down pulled Dean with him. His knees smashing into Dean's arm.
As Del Rio back himself up into the corner in front of her, she sighed. She knew what he was trying to go for, and Dean was in prime position for it, on his knees, holding his arm close, unaware of the Superkick coming his way.
When it did come, she jumped. She had been expecting Del Rio to aim for his arm, but nope, his boot hit Dean right in the side of the face, making it snap to the side. Her eyes shot up to the titantron again, his time she saw a dazed look on Dean's face as he fell backwards, and then just laid there.
Del Rio went for a cover, and if she had thought Dean couldn't kick out any closer to three, then he had the last time, she now knew she was wrong. Dean kicked out just as the ref's hand was about to touch the mat.
A furious scream in Spanish came from Del Rio as he backed up into the corner again.
This time it was for his Crossarm Breaker. The move that she had been waiting for this entire fright. Stopping over to Dean, who was trying to find his footing, he grabbed him.
However, with a spin, Dean was able to get out of the hold. He stopped and eyed up Del Rio who pushed him back into the ropes. Bouncing off them, Dean came back with a huge clothesline.
"Get up and pin him!" She yelled. However judging by the way he was shouting and smacking both the mat as well as his own face, she knew he couldn't hear her.
Anger was plastered all of his face as he got to his feet. He walked around the man lying on the mat, readying himself for whatever move he was going to do next, when his head shot over to the stage.
Following his line of sight, she saw Seth with his arms out, making his way down to the ring. Oh, fuck no! She yelled in her head. Of course, Seth would come out now, after Dean's been through hell and back. Of course.
Dean was almost entranced by Seth's arrival as he slid from the ring. The two men met in a fury of punches, and as soon as Seth's fist connected with Dean the first time, the ref called for the bell to be rung. The match was over.
That was the least of her worries at the moment. She now had to worry about the two men brawling around ringside. They went back and forth, taking the time to hit each other with whatever they had, at one point Seth had pinned Dean onto the announce table and started to hit him over and over. Which Dean then retaliated to by throwing Seth into the barricade.
He then picked Seth back up and threw him into the ring before chasing after him. Dean ran him down until they got to the far ropes, where he knocked Seth up and over. Falling into the ropes himself, he watched as Seth quickly made it to his feet and started back up the ramp.
"Your winner by Disqualification, Dean Ambrose!" They announced. No one seemed to care about the match anymore. Not her, not the crowd, not Dean. Instead, everyone was waiting to see what his next move was.
Pushing himself from the ropes, he looked around before turning to Del Rio who was coming after him. Fired up from Seth being out here, Dean caught him with a boot to the gut before twisted him around, so that he could set him up for Dirty Deeds.
Joining in with the crowd, she watched as Dean rose back to his feet, not giving the man that he had just planted on his face the time of day. He walked right up to the ropes and sat down on the middle one, just like he did for her all the time. "Come on. Let's finish this." He beckoned Seth back, and of course Seth didn't take it for Dean wasn't as battered and bruised as he had thought.
Getting into the ring herself, she walked over to Dean who was stilling staring down Seth through the ropes and gave him a pat on the back. He glanced back at him out of the corner of his eye and then turned back to watch Seth leave the stage.
"We should get you backstage, so we can clean you up."
"It's that bad?" He asked.
"It's pretty bad."
He whipped his thumb over his mouth and looked at it. "Yeah, that's pretty bad."
They allowed Del Rio time to make it backstage, before getting out of the ring themselves. Since it was the end of the show, they decided to walk around ringside and hang out with the fans for a little.
Keeping close to Dean, Angel was swept up in all the commotion. She would never get used to this. Never get used to people wanting her autograph, wanting to take pictures with her. But what she really wouldn't get used to were the girls who threw themselves at her boyfriend. One woman even asked him if he would kiss her sign with his bloody mouth, because she thought that would be hot. Thankfully Dean said no. After pouting for a bit, she did settle for just a selfie.
"Angel!" A fan called for her. She turned to see a group of people waving at her.
Moving closer to say hi, she gave them a smile and said. "Hey guys!"
"Can we get a picture?" They asked.
"Sure." She smiled. Leaning back against the barricade, she posed for the picture.
"So cool, thanks."
"Yeah, not a problem." She said going to move on but one of them reached out to stop her. Looking back, she say they had a worried look on their face. "What's up?"
"I wanted to ask you if you saw what Eva Marie had been saying Twitter?"
Angel's heart dropped. "She's been saying stuff on Twitter?"
"Yeah, she was like live tweeting the show and when it got to Dean's match…she started to say some really bad shit."
Closing her eyes and taking a big breath in, she put the smile back on her face. "Thanks for letting me know."
Her mind started to race, even as she greeted fans and took pictures with them. What the hell could Eva be saying on Twitter? She just had to know. If fans were coming up to her and telling her about it, it couldn't have been good.
When they finally made it backstage, Angel led Dean right to the trainers' room, where they had been expecting him. "Took you long enough." She heard as they walked into the room.
"Sorry we were out with the fans."
The lead medic which she now knew name was Joseph turned, his eyes gone wide. "Uh, Angel…"
"It's his blood not mine." She sighed knowing what the were getting at.
"Ah." He said sounded like the information didn't make it better. "You might want to wash that off."
"Yep. Going to do that right now. I just wanted to make sure that this one got here in one piece."
"What did you think was going to happen, a bear was going to come out of nowhere?" Dean asked sitting on the examination table.
"Well, duh, it would smell all the blood on you." She said back to him, making him chuckle. "I'm going to wash my face, behave."
"Yes mom!"
Rolling her eyes, Angel made her way down the hall and too the bathroom, where she quickly pulled out her phone. She couldn't wait any longer. Loading up Twitter she saw all the notifications and her mouth dropped, she had over three hundred new notifications…clicking on them, she saw the normal stuff. People tagging her in stuff or following her, but then she saw a notification that said Eva Marie had ed her in something, followed by a bunch of people ing her with comments like;
"Ew someone is jealous"
"Come one, Dean is clearly 'crazy' about her?"
"Is that true?"
"I could see it, there's something about Dean that just off. If he turned out to be a woman beater, I wouldn't bat an eyelash."
Feeling sick over the last comment she read, she had to see why they had said it. Clicking on the notification, she was taken to a thread of tweets all from Eva.
"Oh, it's Dean Ambrose verses Del Rio….Go Del Rio! #mainevent #DeanAmrboseSuxs"
Not too bad.
"Love that they said that AngelMilesWWE is companying Dean to the ring. It's more like she's following him like a lost puppy that scared to get kicked to the curb if she doesn't do as she told. #DeanAmbroseSuxs #Getaclue #Redflag"
Great she blatantly accusing him of abuse, the PR team is really going to enjoy that one.
"HAHAHAHA did you see the look on her face when Del Rio smacked her on the ass…OMG take a joke huh. And I mean Dean didn't even look the slight bit upset that someone just smack 'his girl.'
We certainly weren't watching the same Dean Ambrose if you think that. She remembered the look on Dean's face when Del Rio had smacked her, those baby blues never looked so cold…well when they weren't looking at Seth that is.
"What the hell is that #lunatic doing now. He's making Angel watch as he chokes Del Rio out…RED FLAG!"
"Fuck off." Angel sighed. Was she happy that Dean did what he did? No, but he was trying to get back at Del Rio for what he did, trying to defend her.
After a bunch of tweets that cheered on Del Rio there was that said. "Look at him, he doesn't care in the slightest that Angel at ringside. Doesn't even give her a single glance."
That one was followed by. "Girl, he doesn't care about you. Why do you care so much about him. Get a clue."
And then came what she had been waiting for. "EW! He just forced her to kiss him while his mouth is bleeding. SO GROSS! I would never. I'm puking." Which was instantly followed by. "The crowd is cheering for that abusive piece of shit. He doesn't care about her and never will, WAKE UP!"
Putting her phone down on the sink, she pinched the bride of her nose and sighed. "Great this was just what I needed."
Looking at herself in the sink, she saw the smudged blood around her mouth. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be but at the same time, it did look like she had a hell of a night. Turning on the water to wash it off, she stopped as an idea popped into her head. Grabbing her phone, she quickly took a couple of pictures of herself posing, like she was happy about the blood on her face, before reopening Twitter.
"Sometimes you just got to kiss a bloody Lunatic.. #crazyforhim #DeanAmbroseRocks #Hatersdontknowwhattheyaretalkabout."
After she was happy with the picture she attached to it, she hit post. She then screenshotted it and sent it to Renee. Along with the message to look at what Eva has been saying.
Putting her phone down, she washed her face. When she was done, she picked up her phone to see that Renee has already texted her back.
"Good one! Love it girl! You know what you should do, show Hank the tweets, as a WWE employ, she shouldn't be accusing Dean of abuse, like that.
"Oh, don't you worry, I will." She messaged back before heading out of the bathroom.
When she got back to the trainers' room, she saw that Dean was already finished. His face was cleaned, and his shoulder has new tape on it.
"Oh, looks whose all cleaned up!"
"Yep. Are you ready to head out?"
"I'm good to go."
She nodded. "Alright, well I have to go talk to Hank about something, but it shouldn't take that long."
He drew his brows together but said. "Yeah cool, then why don't you go do that and I'll get our stuff together."
"Ok."
Going their separate ways, she headed for the gorilla to see if she could find Hank there. Which he wasn't, but thankfully one of the crew members told her that he was in the production truck.
Quickly, she made her way outside to the truck. Glancing up at the door that sat high above her, she took a deep breath before knocking and calling for Hank.
His head peak up. "Angel?"
"Hey, can I talk to you real quick?"
"Sure."
She waited for him outside of the truck, as she pulled up Eva's tweets. She ran her eyes over the messages again and wondered if it was really worth getting the higher ups involved. Of course it was, she was calling Dean abuse on social media. That could damage his whole life if it spreads too far.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" Hank asked as he walked out of the truck.
"So, I-I was informed today by some fans, that Eva's been putting some bad things about Dean on Twitter." She said walking over to him.
Hank closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Has she?"
"Yeah. Here." She passed off her phone.
Hank quickly went though the messages and said. "Great. She knows she can't be doing this. We've already talked to her before about all this..."
That peaked Angel's interest. They already talked to her about this? Does that mean Eva has said something before? Was it about Dean or someone else?
"Can you take screenshots of that and send it to my phone. I need to talk to someone about this."
"Sure."
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention. How long has she been doing this kind of stuff?"
"You mean tweeting like this." He nodded. "Um, I was only made aware of it today, so I have no idea."
"Alright. I'll take care of this personally."
"You're the best."
Katmoonchild: Don't worry feelings are coming. I promise. Soonish. Sooner then you think but not like tomorrow. Lol
Katara Melody Cullen: I'm so glad that you liked the chapter. Also I do not believe Dean would have sold out. If you watch the show, Both Seth and Roman get approached. Seth says yes and Roman doesn't but still, The Authority try to get both of them on their side, but not Dean. Dean has never been approached to join the Authority, because they knew it would be pointless. Also about Angel hitting Seth with chairs...She might get use to it.
BrookeWorm3: I think that an ostrich farm would be really nice and fun, If you seen the Total Diva episode I think Natty was being a bitch about it. I mean it, TJ tried.
Sonia: Nine times out of ten I just assume it's you. I'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter. Thank you for the review~