Welcome to One twenty! woot This one is a long one, and might be a bit of a mess. I'm sorry if it is. I hope you like it even if it is a big ball of mush. Editing wise I mean. When I get to the part that I deem the end of 'season one' I'm going though the story and mass edit but until then bare with me. Please!
Wednesday: July 30, 2014/ Smackdown: August 1, 2014
"Hey Ro." Angel said as Roman picked up the phone.
"Hey, what's up?" He asked with a bunch of noise in the background.
"Not much, just checking in on you. How are you feeling?" She asked. Monday night had been pretty rough on him. Randy had put him through the announce table.
"Awe, that's sweet of you." He chuckled. "I'm good. Takes a lot more then that to keep old Roman down."
She laughed as Dean came in to the room from the bathroom. He cocked his head, asking how was on the phone in his own way. "It's Roman."
"Oh, hey RO!"
Roman laughed. "Tell him I said hey."
"Tell him yourself," She said putting the call on speaker.
"Hey Deano."
"Hey man, what's up? How are you feeling?"
"I'm good, I'm good." Roman answered him. "It's not the first table I've gone through."
"And it won't be your last."
"Not by far."
"Wow." She interjected. "Let's not jinx anything."
"We're not." Dean told her. "It would only be jinxing it if it wasn't something that we deal with all the time in our line of work."
"I'm starting to hate that phrase." She sighed.
"What phase."
"Our line of work, or in our business,"
"Sorry babygirl but he's right."
"Doesn't mean I have to like it."
"No, it doesn't." He agreed. "Speaking of that, should we talk about what happened with you and Del Rio."
"Ah, you watched my match." Dean said grabbing his boots out from under the table in their room.
"Hell yeah, and I'm glad I did. Damn you messed that boy up. Like damn."
"He deserved it."
"That he did. I'm surprised you allowed him to walk out of the arena after smacking Angel on the ass."
"Yeah well, Seth distracted me." He flopped down in on of the chairs. "Trust me if it was up to mean, Del Rio wouldn't be breathing let alone walking."
"That's the Dean I know."
"Wow, you're talking about murdering someone." Angel pointed out.
"Yeah so."
"I mean sure Del Rio is a pig but murder?"
"For touching my girl, worth it."
She felt her head get warm. She didn't know if she should be appealed or flattered that Dean was saying he was willing to kill someone for touching her. "Let's try not and end in jail, ok?"
"Well, I hear JoJo calling for me. Apparently Galina took her shopping the other day and now I have a fashion show to go to."
"Oh, sounds like a good time." Angel teased.
"You should see her strut her stuff, she's going to follow in her mother' footsteps." Roman said pride lasing his voice.
"Eh, I've seen that girl take a swing at Jimmy before, she's has a the making of a fighter." Dean said.
There was a pause. "I don't know how I feel about that." Roman said honestly. "I think I would end up jumping the barricade if someone laid a hand on her."
"What a sight to see."
"DADDY!" JoJo's yell echoed through the phone.
"That's my cue, I got to go."
"See you!"
"Bye Ro."
After hanging up the phone, Angel turned and looked at Dean to see that he had put on his boots. "You going somewhere?"
"We're going somewhere." He said standing up.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, so go get your ass dressed." He ordered. "Unless you wanna go out like that." His eyes ran her up and down.
Expecting to be able to go back home for the break, she hadn't done any laundry over the weekend and was running low on clothes, so she had borrowed one of Dean's t-shirts to wear to bead last night.
"Where are we going?" She asked standing up.
"Somewhere."
"So helpful. What should I wear."
"Whatever you want."
She walked over to her bag and started to rummage through it. "Can I at least have a hint of what we're doing."
"Nope."
"Dean…"
"Just go get dressed."
Picking out a normally everyday outfit of just a pair of capris and a short sleeve shirt, they came out of the bathroom and looked at Dean who was playing on his phone. "Well?"
He glanced up for just a second. "Looks good. Put your shoes on."
"I would really like to know where we're going."
"Too bad." He pocketed his phone and started for the door.
"Asshole." She mumbled under her breath.
"I heard that." He chuckled. "Trust me once we get there, you won't think I'm such an asshole."
"Maybe if you told me where we're going, I wouldn't think you were an asshole faster."
"I'm meet you downstairs."
"Hey, I'm coming!" She said racing to put her shoes one.
After gathering all her things, she raced down the hall, to see Dean leaning against the wall near the elevators.
"Took you long enough."
She shook her head at him. "You really are being the worst today."
He smirked at her before hitting the button for the elevator.
"If I guess what we're doing will you tell me?"
"You won't guess."
"That sounds like a challenge."
"If you wanna try be my guest but you won't get it right."
Getting into the elevator she thought about what they would be doing in Corpus Christi. The beach seemed to obvious, and neither of them brought their bathing suits. "Are we going to a museum."
"Nope."
"A zoo?"
"Nope."
"Does it have to deal with animals." Maybe he was going to take a page out of TJs book and take her somewhere like an ostrich farm.
"Not really."
"Not really!" She perked up at that. "So it doesn't have to do with animals, but their might be animals there."
"Yeah."
Trying to use her clue to her advantage, she sighed. "That didn't help."
"I told you, you wouldn't get it."
Piling into the car, Dean drove them all over the place before pulling into a parking lot. "We're here?"
"No, I just have to pick up a few things first."
This had her mind even more confused. "What kind of things."
"Things."
Looking out of the window, she saw that they were at a tourist surf shop. "We're going surfing?" Did Dean know how to surf because she didn't.
"Not exactly." He smirked getting out of the car.
Following him, they walked into the shop, and she looked around. They had all sorts of stuff, which didn't help her figure out what they were about to do.
Dean walked right up to the counter. "Hey, are you the one who I just talked to on the phone?"
"Yeah, you're Dean, right?"
"Yep."
"Well, I got everything here that you need."
Blown away by the conversation that was happening in front of her she turned to Dean and asked. "When did you call here?"
"Before I jumped in the shower." He answered plainly.
The guy behind the counter looked up from his computer. "Are you sure you don't mind what color everything is?"
"I'm sure."
"Alright, I'll be right back."
"Dean." She whined. "Tell me what we're doing."
"Be patient."
Crossing her arms, she let out a huff.
"It's killing you, isn't it." Dean asked with amusement in his eyes.
"Yes."
"Good."
Maybe he was taking her surfing? Maybe they were going jet skiing, maybe they were going on a boat, or maybe he got her that innertube that she wanted when they were in Florida and they were just going to hit the beach, but then why didn't he tell her to bring her swimsuit?
"There you go." She heard as something loud clanked against the counter. Looking back, she saw a pile of stuff, like a huge pile of different things. "This is everything you'll need, that we have here that is."
Quickly walking over, she peaked through all of the stuff and saw what look like a new sportier swimsuit. "We are going to the beach."
"Didn't say we weren't." Dean said handing the guy his credit card.
"Ok, well if we were just going to the beach, you would have just told me to bring my suit so there's something else to it." She said trying to get a better look at everything as the man put it in a bag for them. All she could really make out was the fact that there also a new part of trunk and a swimming shirt for Dean in the pile as well.
"Come on." Dean told her as he took both is card and the bag from the guy. "Thanks again."
"Have fun!"
There was a part of Angel thought about staying back and asking the man behind the counter if he knew what Dean was up to but some part of her though that he would never tell her, that he was in on the surprise. Deciding that he best bet to figure it out was either to keep bugging Dean, or to just wait it out, she rushed out of the shop with him.
"So, we're going to be at the beach." She started to put her pieces together. "And, we're going to be in the sun or doing something that is more than just swimming, because you bought both of us suit that have more cover…"
"Stop guessing." He told her as they got back to the car. "Because I'm not going to tell you if your right or not."
Though he told her to stop guessing, she didn't. She went through everything she could think of that was a beach activity. She had even guessed all the way up until they got to the small beach 'shack' that had a sign that said 'WorldWinds Windsurfing'.
"Windsurfing?"
"Yep." He finally said as he handed her the new suit. "Go put it on over there." He said pointing to an outhouse looking thing that said dressing room on it.
Looking from the stuff in her hands to Dean, she started over to the dressing room. Windsurfing? He was right, she would have never guessed. Windsurfing. She smiled to herself as excitement rushed through her. Before she hadn't wanted to go windsurfing but now…now she felt like this was something on her bucket list that Dean just show happened to find.
She knocked on the changing room door, before opening it and getting in. Though the outside looked like it was an old outhouse, the inside looked like the typical dressing room at any department store.
She laid out what Dean had got her to see it was the swimming equivalent of a short sleeve shirt and shorts. They were a mix of green and black, which was bad but not exactly what she would have pick but hey, it will do.
Getting it own was hard, but once it was one, it was almost a prefect fit. It was a little tight around her shoulders, but she knew chances were that would loosen when it got wet.
Making sure to wrap her underwear into her shirt and pants, she walked out of the dressing room and met up with Dean who was already changed.
Her eyes went wide. She had seen him in his swimming trunks, but these were different, they were tight fitting, very tight fitting. It showed off his ass pretty well. He also wore a matching short sleeve top that she had, thought his was a mix of purple and black.
"We're going to get ready to start here and a few moments." The guy that Dean was talking to said as he walked off to greet another group of people.
When she stepped up next to him, Dean turned and looked her up and down. "Everything fit?"
"Pretty well." She said tugging on the top. "It's a little tight up here but nothing too bad."
He nodded. "Here, give me your clothes and I'll run them to the car."
"Thanks." She said passing them to him.
As Dean took her stuff to the car, Angel walked around the shack. Peaking inside to see some kayaks, surfboards, and what she guessed were the windsurf boards. All of the boards were different colors, and sizes.
"Alright, everyone we're going get started. Everyone come over here." She heard someone call.
Walking around to the 'back' of the shack, she saw the rest of the people here getting into a group. Glancing back towards to the car, she that Dean was rummaging in the car. She wondered if she should run to go get him, but then she guessed that she should stay here to listen what happened.
"Welcome to windsurfing 101, I'm Ian." The instructor waved. "And I'm sure you're excited and ready to get into the water. But we have to go over some rules and guidelines. First, we will be having an hour of instruction. Afterwards you'll have two hours to just play around on the water. During which, anyone under eighteen needs to have adult supervision, and even though me and my team will be here to watch over you, that doesn't mean we are that adult supervision. Got it?"
"What did I miss." Dean asked in her ear, making her jump.
"Shit." She muttered under her breath. "He's going over rules."
"Sooo, nothing."
"Sh."
"We're going to pick out our boards now." He said gesturing behind him. "So pick out your favorite and I, Becky and Scott will help you move them to the beach."
After picking out their boards, the Ian his helpers lugged them down the beach, where they were told to stand beside their board. Once everyone was there the instructor came out and looked around at each of them. "Before we get int the water we need to go over our equipment." He said as he walked up to his board that sat in the middle of the weird circle that they made. "So, first things first," He grabbed the sail. "This is the sail and running from top to bottom is the mast. He said running is hand along it. "This bar that I'm holding on it is the wishboom or just the boom. Now connected to the boom is the uphaul, which is what we pull ourselves out of the water with."
Angel looked down at her sail, and went through the parts of it like she was about to be quizzed, luckily she wasn't the only one doing it.
"Its really important that when we lift the sail, we hold it by the mast, while keeping it into the wind. Your mast should always be towards the wind to help with control. If you don't." He turned and the whole sail flipped up and smashed him in the fast. "That happens."
Everyone laughed.
"So, while standing with the mast in the wind or else it will smack you in the fast, you're going to put it upright. Go ahead and do this."
Going through the steps in her head, she stood the sail upright, and was surprised that it wasn't as heavy as she thought it would be.
"From here, we're checking to see if you picked out the correct board, just joking there's not wrong answer." He teased. "Now, while it's standing upright, you need to check where the boom lines up. It should be roughly shoulder height." He said comparing himself with his board. "If you're not sure whether or not it fits you, take your arm and put it over the boom like this," He said making an example of himself. "It should fit nicely into your armpit."
From beside her, she heard a sigh. Looking over, she saw Dean standing there next to his sail, and the boom was more nipple height then shoulder. "So what happens if it's too short?" He asked sounding slightly embarrassed.
"We can change the height." Ian said as Becky came over to do just that. "There is a clamp on the front of your sail, and if you undo it, you're able to adjust the height of the boom. Does anyone else need helping doing that?"
As Becky helped Dean, Angel bit the inside of her lip trying to stop herself from laughing while he shuffled around in the sand. "Thanks." He mumbled as she passed the board back to him.
"That's what I'm here for." She said walking to help someone else.
"Score one for the short people." Angel smirked as Dean rechecked his boom.
Glancing over to her, he shook his head. "Yeah, yeah laugh it up. Just know that I'll remember this."
"So now that our sails are prepared. We're going to talk about the boards themselves." Ian started again once everyone was ready. "You might notice that my board is a little different than yours, that's because your boards are beginner boards. They're just a bit easier to control. Now, when we look at our board, we want to invasion a line running down the middle, that is the center line. This is where you want to put your feet when standing on it, if not your fall in."
"In the center of your board, you'll see two things, one is used to connect your sail to your board, and the other is the daggerboard, if you pull it back towards the back of the board, you'll see that a large fin on the bottom of the board will pop out." He lifted the board up to show them. "To retract it, you push it to the front of the board. This fin is used to help us stabilize and go in a straight line."
"Are you getting any of this?" She heard Dean ask in a hushed tone.
"I'm trying." She said swatting him away.
"So now, the three of us are going to come around and put your sail onto your board."
It took a few seconds and a change out of one of the boards, but everyone was hooked up and ready to go. "It's time to launch." Ian said with a huge smile on his face. "This can be easier said than done, the boards are heavy. What you want to do, is grab the boom, lift it up and walk it to the back of the board. You then want to lift it so that the fin in the back doesn't touch the ground. We don't want to break it." He showed them just that. "Just as we said before, make sure the mast is facing into the wind as you walk it into the water."
They followed the steps, and boy he wasn't lying when he said that the board was heavy. She about of umph she had to put behind picking it up was enough to have her huffing by the time she got it into the water.
"Are you having trouble?" Dean asked, picking on her for the 'height' joke.
"Yeah, sorry that not everyone hear, works out twenty four seven."
"I'm telling you, you need to hit the gym with me more."
"Hey, I join you twice a week, I think that's enough."
"Now you can drop your boards when your deep enough that the fin won't touch the bottom." Ian said. "Here comes the fun part. Getting on the board."
Becky came around her board and waved to everyone, getting their attention. "Alright, so we're about to get on the board, first thing you want to do, it come around to the opposite side of the board from your sail, and turn so your back is facing the wind. Put your hand on the board's centerline, that little invisible line from before, about shoulder length apart. Then you just climb up onto the board. Let's get everyone up this far."
Taking a deep breath, Angel rounded her board. She hoped that she didn't just immediately fall off the thing. Dean would never let her live that one down. "Wow." She gasped as she climbed up onto the board, the gentle waves under her bouncing her around.
"Good!" Becky clapped. "Everyone good."
"Shit." She heard Dean groan. Dean was getting up onto his board, which he did just fine, but she could tell he wasn't enjoying the way the waved moved him while he was knelt down on his hands and knees.
"Now, we're going to stand up." Becky told them. "Hold onto the uphaul, as you stand, on the centerline, feet shoulder width apart. While doing that you're also going to raise your sail. Bend your knees, you're going to lean back slightly. Then hand over hand, you're going to pull the sail up with the uphaul until it's fully up. Now you're going to hold onto the mast, with both hands under the boom."
A couple of loud splashes echoed around her making her jump slightly as she looked around. Dean and about three others, hand fallen off their boards.
"There it is." Ian and Becky laughed as the third instructor named Scott came over to check on them. "We normally have a least one person fall in at this time, and normally it is the taller men."
Looking at the others who had fallen off, she realized that that it was true. All of the ones who fell off were taller guys.
"Having trouble?" She asked Dean who was sputtering as he tried to get back onto his board.
"Shut up."
"Oh, how I wish I got that on record." She told him. "Oh maybe I should sign us up for Total Divas." The glare she got from him was one that said 'over my dead body'.
"While Scott helps those who need it, we're going to continue. So this position that we're all in is the secure position. You want to keep your head up, your arms straight, legs bent, and your back straight. From this position, we can steer the board." She started to move around.
"Now watch as Becky goes." Ian said stepping in again. "When she pulls the sail towards the back of the board, she turns into the wind, and when she moves the sail towards the front, she turns away from the wind. We're all going to do this together."
By the time they were give then ok to start turning their board back and forth, Angel's arms were shaking. The sail wasn't heavy, but she was holding it out in front of her so tightly, that she had locked her arms in place.
"Don't tense up." She heard someone yell her direction.
Don't tense up? She sighed to herself. How was she going to untense herself. She felt more nervous about this then she did coming face to face with Kane or Seth. Only me.
After everyone was turning little bits at a time, they were then taught how to turn completely, which had to do with shifting to the other side of the board. Meaning now she had to move her firmly planted feet around the mast.
"Ah…" She said fighting against the mast as she took her first step. Her legs shook and buckled. "Shit! No, no, no, no."
"There you go, you go this."
"You're doing good."
The instructors cheered.
She didn't feel like she was doing good. She felt like she was going to fall off at any moment. One wrong movement with her foot, and it was splash time for her. She wanted to see how Dean was doing with his turning, but she couldn't. She had drifted too far away from him and she didn't trust herself not run into the other people trying to get back to him.
"Who feels like sailing?" Ian asked as he zipped by on his board. "So in our secure position, we're going to use our front hand." Ian waved. "And put on the boom, like so. Then we're going to take a step back." He gestured to his feet. "Back foot should be on the centerline while our front foot is pointed forwards towards the nose."
"Stepping back….no." She groaned while watching other members of the class following is direction. Only have a third of them stayed on the board. Great. "Ok," She inhaled. "Front hand on boom." She talked allowed. "Step back…"
She hesitated and it costed her. With her hand now on the boom, it pulled the sail back too far and she went spilling off the side of her board and into the cool water. Feeling both shocked from the fall and embarrassed, she surfaced and grabbed onto the board.
"That's ok." She heard behind her. "Everyone falls at least once." Turning she saw Scott coming up to her. "Let's get you back into the shallows so you can start again." He helped her move her board back to where she could stand on the ground and helped her back up onto the board. "Don't hesitate this time, you need to step back so that way your weight is balanced."
"Ok."
"And don't worry about it, you're doing better than your man, he fell in about six times already."
Laughing she pulled herself up to her feet. Turning herself towards the deeper water, she took the time to try and find Dean. He was a little ways away, but he was sailing. Determined to do join him, she went through the steps once more in head. Front hand on boom and step back, back foot on centerline, front pointing forward.
She wobbled but was able to get herself into the right position.
"There you go!" Scott clapped. "Now pull the sail in front of you, so it's balanced and grab the boom with your other hand."
She did what she was being told. "Now, slowly pull the mast back towards you, leaning back as you go."
She let out a gasp as the wind suddenly pulled the sail.
"No, that's good. Don't fight it." He said. "Just bend that back leg and pull back until you're balanced. There you are. You got this."
Adrenaline hit her as she was pulled across the water, she chuckled to herself. The actual surfing part of the windsurfing wasn't that hard. The turning and trying not to run into anyone one else was the hard part.
In the first few minutes of being on the board, she almost t-boned two people and did run straight into Ian. At least it was an instructor. They both fell into the water, only to come up laughing.
"Sorry about that."
"Nah, that was my fault." He said.
"Your fault, I ran right into you."
"Yeah but you're a beginner and I'm not, if I was paying attention and saw you, I could have gotten out of the way."
"Still."
"Don't worry about it." He said. "You ok to get back up?"
"Oh yeah."
"Let me help you."
He held the board for her as she climbed once again back up. Once she was in the secure position, he let her go out into the water again.
The rest of the time out on the water, was fun. She slowly got the timing down for when she should start turning so that she didn't run into anyone, and even managed to surf in a line with Dean right next to her. Something she was very proud of, that was until the wind picked up a little too much for them and they both tumbled off their boards, smacking into each other.
"Are you sure, you're fine?" Dean asked as they sat on the beach, watching the waves.
"Yeah, I'll have a bruise, but I'm good." She said rubbing her arm where the two of them collided.
"That's good." He said picking up some sand and letting it seep through his fingers. "Did you enjoy your surprise."
"I did." She smiled at him. "What made you pick windsurfing."
"Google."
"Google?"
"Yeah, since we got stuck here due to the Authority being assholes, I thought I would make the most of it and take you to do something fun, so I looked up 'what is there to do in Corpus Christi,' and I got this."
"Well, it was very fun." She said leaning against him.
"It was." He agreed. "It was really fun when I watched you plow right into Ian."
"Shut up." She crunched her nose. "You know you were the first one to fall off."
"Hey, they said it was because I'm a big guy."
"Excuses." She laughed as he pushed her away from him, in a dramatic fashion. "Hey!" She tossed some sand at his feet. "Not nice."
"You're the one not being nice." He wiped his feet off. "You hungry? Because I'm hungry."
"I'm starved."
"Why didn't you say something then. We could have gone and had food by now."
"Because, I was enjoying the romantic time watching waves."
"Come on, what's more romantic then watching me shove food into my pie hole?" He stood up and put out his hand for her.
"Oh, your so right. How could I be so silly." She said taking it.
D.D.D.
Dean hummed along to the music that he was playing in his ears. He was surprisingly in a good mood, even though the Authority had kept him from Monday Night Raw and gave him a last-minute match at Main Event that messed up their plans. They probably thought that they had not only caused them a inconvenience but ruined his whole week, but jokes on them, the week turned out to be pretty fun. He got to kick the shit out of Del Rio and had a fun date night with Angel. Yesterday Angel had been able to get them an interview to make sure their stay was a little more worth it. All and all a pretty good week, that was still going today.
He smirked to himself, as he thought about what happened this morning. His normal workout had been turned on his head. Apparently, Renee had signed them up for a yoga class, only that wasn't held in a private room. Which meant for a whole hour, he had a front row view. He now knew why he's heard about so many guys going to yoga with their partners.
He inhaled sharply as he pictured the way that Angel looked in those leggings as she bent and twisted into different poses. He had been glad that the instructor had been a female, because during on of the stretches she came over to Angel to fix her pose, and if it was a man who had grabbed her hips like that, he would have lost it.
He almost lost it for another reason all together. Memo to self, buy Angel more leggings.
Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder, startling him. Quickly he ripped his earbuds out of his ear and turned around. At wait entered his vision made him raise a brow. In front of him were a couple of Diva's that names were escaping him at the moment.
"Can I help you?" He asked as he racked his brain trying to find their names. He knew the one was Naomi's old tag partner, but that was it. The other one was a newer girl…her name was something Marie he thought. Eva. He smirked to himself as he finally was able to pull at least one of their names from his mind.
Eva let out a strangely fake giggle, one that made him wonder if she was high or something. "Can you help us?" She laughed again. "Aren't you so silly."
She had be on something right?
"We watched your match on Main Event, and we wanted to tell you how good it was."
"Thank you." He said watching her eyes to see if her pupils were blown or if they were red.
"You were on fire. So, you know, 'crazy'. It was kind of…" Her voice trailed off when his attention was brought up to the hallway behind the two Divas. Angel was coming out of the a room down the hall, with a bunch of other people, meaning the before show meeting had let finally let out. However, she didn't noticed him, as she walked down the hall talking to Renee.
Watching her, he couldn't help it when his eyes trailed down to her ass. Though he wished that she was still wearing those leggings, he couldn't deny how good she looked in her jeans.
"…so here." He heard as something was put I his face.
"Huh?" He looked down to see Eva Marie still standing there.
"Go on take it." She waved whatever it was in her face. "We both know you want to."
"Yeah, uh sure." He mumbled glancing back up at Angel who was just disappearing out of view and into catering. Absentmindedly he took whatever Eva was handing him and shoved in into his back pocket. "Sorry, but I got to run."
"That's ok, so do we." She said with that giggle again. "Talk to you later."
"Sure." He said pushing past them, so that he could race off after down the hall.
Getting to catering, he looked in and saw that Renee and Angel had found a table in the middle of the room and that Angel sitting with her back to the opening. Which was just fucking perfect.
As he snuck into the room, he put his finger to his mouth, telling her not to say anything, and much to his surprise she listened. Just inches away from her, he bent down and listened for a moment as they called about something that happened at the meeting.
"How about I show you the real downward dog." He whispered into her ear.
She let out a yip as she grabbed at her ear and spun around. "Dean!" She swatted at him. "Damn it." She had the cutest pout on her face. "God. You've been waiting all day to do that, haven't you?"
"Damn straight." He said pulling out the chair next to her and sitting down. "Renee, I know I already said this, but thank you, thank you for opening my eyes to all the wonderful things yoga does for one's body."
"You're a dog."
"Woof." He winked. As the two women shook their heads at him, he stole a carrot off Angel's plate. "So how was the meeting?"
"Just as fun as it always is." Renee sighed. "You should really come."
"No one wants that." He told her.
"I would. At least with you there I'm sure something fun is bound to happen."
"I'll take that as a complement."
"You should."
"What's on the docket for today?" He asked.
"Nothing."
He raised a brow. "Nothing, so the show is just fully up in the air."
"No." Angel sighed. "We roughly went over the schedule, something about a dark match between the Rhodes brothers and Big E and Kofi, the Divas' match was going to be AJ Lee verses Rosa Mendes, and Chris Jericho verses Erick Rowan is the main event tonight, but that all we went over before they went into a longwinded conversation about Summerslam that didn't really do anything. Oh that reminds me, have you called Roman today?"
He shook his head.
"We should check up on him." She said giving him a look that changed the sentence from 'we should', to 'you should'.
"Do you want me to call him right now?" He asked already taking out his phone. She didn't even have to answer for him to know the answer. Turning on his phone, he found Roman's number, on of the list of ten numbers that were in this phone and hit the call number. Putting it on speaker phone, he placed the phone on the table and waited.
A few moments later, Roman's voice echoed through the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey man."
"Hey, what's up."
"I was instructed to call you."
"Oh, hey Angel." Roman chuckled.
"Hi Roman, how are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling fine. Wish I was there."
"We wish you were here too." Renee added.
Roman gave a chuckle. "Oh, hey Renee. Who else is there so I don't have to keep saying hi to everyone."
"Just us."
"Are you going to watch the show tonight?"
"Wouldn't miss it."
"Good, because Randy is going to call you out." Angel told him.
There was a long pause from the man on the other side of the phone. "Is he now?"
She nodded. "Yeah, the higher ups are talking about how Randy wants to start the show to talk about something. So I don't know if he's going to pick a fight with you or just talk about how the Authority thinks it childish for you not be here tonight."
"Mother…" He cursed in the way that he did when JoJo was nearby. "It's their doctors won't clear me. God….I swear."
"Want me to rough him up a bit?" Dean asked honestly thinking about doing it anyway.
"Nah, I wanna hear what he has to say."
He clicked his tongue. "That's no fun."
"What, don't you have something planned for tonight."
"Not that I know of." He answered as he looked at Angel.
"Who knows, they said that there was something in the schedule for you, but they didn't say what it was, since the plans hadn't been finalized yet."
Instantly his frustration when sky high. "Why do they have been so fucking annoying. We all know that they're going to throw some goon in front of me. They threw Cesaro at me, then Alberto Del Rio, now what…. Big Foot?"
"I think you could take Big Foot." Roman said.
"Are you crazy." Dean raised a brow. "No one can take Big Foot. It's why he's still considered a myth because everyone dies."
"Well then, thank god you're not facing him tonight."
"Might as well be." He kicked at the chair across the way, making it shake and clatter around.
"Hey long legs, I'm trying to drink my coffee here." Renee told him.
"Coffee this late at night is bad for you."
She rolled her eyes at him. "You sit through a before show meeting and tell me you don't need some caffeine after." She took a long, deep sip.
"Hey, as much as I like bullshitting with you on the phone, I'm getting big puppy dog eyes from JoJo, so I got to go."
"Tell her we say hi." Angel said quickly.
"Here tell her yourself."
"Hello?" JoJo said sounding puzzled.
"Hey, JoJo" He said.
"UNCLE DEAN!" She giggle loudly. "Hi Uncle Dean. Dad you didn't tell me you were talking to Uncle Dean."
"Someone is in trouble." Angel laughed.
"Oh Aunt Angel is there too. Hello!"
"Hello, sweetie."
"I miss you guys."
"We just hung out for a whole week, like a few days ago."
"Still miss you."
"We miss you too."
"You should come over and we could go back to the zoo, or go to another zoo or something."
"You really enjoyed the zoo, huh?" Angel asked.
"It was so fun seeing all the animals."
"It was."
"Aunt Angel do you still have your stuff otter?"
"I do." She said with a smile. "Its in my bag back at the hotel right now."
"Are you going to put it on your bed. My stuff animals are on my bed."
"I don't know. My bed at home is pretty small,"
"Then you could put it on Uncle Dean's bed!" She said happily. "Since he's doesn't have that much at his place, a cute little otter will brighten it up."
"Oh, called out." Renee laughed.
"I thought you liked my place." Dean said back to the little girl on the phone.
"I do, it's just empty."
Everyone laughed and said goodbye to JoJo and Roman just as Mark Carrano came up to their table.
"Just to people I was looking for." He said with his arms out.
Dean clicked his tongue as he turned towards the man. Mark was the Senior Director of Talent Relations, and though he didn't really have to deal with him that much since he had a manager, he still didn't like the man. He was very much an Authority man…and it showed.
"What's up Mark?" Angel asked.
"We've finalized a lot of the plans for tonight." He said with a wide grin that was anything but real. "And I wanted to tell you that Dean's been given a match tonight."
Dean didn't like the way he said that, if felt as if he should be honored that the Authority even thought of him. "Oh, who against."
"Seth."
"Seth?" Angel gave him a quick glance. "Seth agreed to a match with Dean?"
"That's right."
"What's the catch." He asked.
"What?" Mark seemed thrown off.
"What's the catch, Mark." He said again. "There is no way that Seth would just agree to have a match with me, there has to be some sort of catch."
"Well he did agree…" He paused. "With the conditions that Kane is there."
Knew it. Dean sighed. Of course he should have expected that Seth wouldn't go anywhere with out his Demon Protector.
"So Kane is going to be at ring side." Angel tried to clarify.
"No, not quite. It's a two on one."
"A handicap match." Dean sighed. He was getting so sick of handicap matches. "Seth and Kane verses me."
"Yes."
"How is that fair?"
"It's a great match up."
"No it's not." Angel shook her head.
"This is an opportunity…."
"Stop!" She yelled. "I don't want to hear about your opportunity bull, this is unfair and you know it."
"I mean if you don't like the match, we can pull it, but Dean wouldn't have anything to do on the show tonight."
Just have to love the soft strong-arming that was being done. "It's fine." He said quickly. "I'll take the match."
"Oh good." Mark said as if he didn't already know that he wasn't going to turn it down. "I'll let them know."
"That was fucking gross." Renee sighed when Mark walked off.
"Wasn't it?"
"They loved to hang that power over you, don't they?"
"Yep."
"I'm so glad that I'm not a Diva."
Angel nodded. "God, it's so much harder for them. There's normally only one women's match per show, meaning to get on they had to take anything that is offered."
"Isn't that predatory."
"Welcome to the Business." Dean said leaning back in his chair. "It's like this even in the indies depending on where you work." Though it was much worse here then anywhere he had worked before, and that was because WWE was the end all be all for wrestling and they knew it. Which meant they could do whatever they wanted to you, and expect you to thank them for the scraps.
Temper flaring, he gritted his teeth and thought about his upcoming match. Sure he was going to get his ass handed to him, and he would be lucky if Seth was even in the ring for more than two seconds, but he couldn't wait. He needed to punch something right now, and he didn't think that Angel would like it if he started hitting the concrete walls.
A.A.A.
"It's been awhile since I've done this." She said as she hoisted the camera up on her shoulder. "Almost forgot how heavy these things are."
"I told you, we could just get someone else to film." Dean told her as he picked at the tape on his wrist.
After their 'run in' with Mark Carrano, she got a text from Hank who apologies for not being the one to inform them of their match. He then went on to say that he knew it wouldn't make up for how unfair it was, but he was giving Dean a promo. Trying to give him more TV time. Which they took instantly. After the show started, they commandeered a camera and found a part of the hallway that wasn't being used to start filming.
"It's fine." She said adjusting the aperture and focus. "Wow, whoever used this last really fucked with the settings." She sighed trying to get everyone back to normal. "There we go, you're no longer blue."
He looked at her. "Blue?"
"I don't know either. Maybe someone was filming the live action film of the Smurfs." She said. "Alright, we're ready when you are."
Through the viewfinder, she watched as Dean took a deep breath, getting him into the right mindset. It wasn't long before his body started to sway. "So, Seth Rollin probably thinks that he's pretty safe tonight out there," He started in a low voice. "because he brought along his chaperon, Uncle Kane to face me in a two on one handicap match." As he talked, Angel found herself having to fight against swooning. Dean's promos were always good, this one was no different. Now had that with the smoldering look and the low tone in his voice… The female fans were happy. "I'm sure Triple H thinks this is pretty funny. It's probably his idea, because all the Authority does is place obstacles in front of me to protect their investment, darling little Seth Rollins."
He paused.
"Kane, you are a demon, but I know a thing or two about demons. I ain't crazy, and I aint stupid." Her eyes widened as somehow, somehow he lowered his voice even more. It felt like it was vibrating through her body, starting at the back of her neck and going down her spine. "I know exactly what I'm dealing with tonight, and I'm willing to go through it. I'm willing to go through it. I'm willing to go through you to get to Seth Rollins. And when I get to Seth Rollins, no man, no demon, nothing else is gonna be able to pull me off. Kane, I hope you brought two of those mask with you tonight," He grabbed his own chin. "because when I'm done with Seth Rollins's face, he's gonna need one."
Waiting for a moment to see if he would keep going, she called for the cut and dropped the camera down off her shoulder. She tried to tell him just how good she thought that the promo was, but her voice got stuck in her throat. "That was…" She breathed. "Damn…"
He raised a brow. "You ok there? You sound out of breath."
"Yeah, I'm fine." She nodded. "I just forgot how terrifyingly sexy it was to be on the other side of your promos. In fact we might want to watch that back to make sure that it's not a shaky mess."
"That good huh?"
She finally cleared her throat. "Your promos are always good, but that was something else. I'm so used to yelling and being a little wild, that hearing you have a low and serious tone…I was unprepared." She noticed that as she spoke, he slowly got closer and closer to her, his movements were slow and methodical. "Dean?" She knew what he was up to.
With careful hands, he reached out for the camera, taking her only line of defense and set it down on a box nearby, all while his eyes were trained on her. 'Trying' to escape, she backed up until he trapped her against the wall.
"So you like when I use a low and serious tone?" He said as cleaned in close so that his mouth was right next to her ear. His warm breath tickled down her neck and spine. "Huh, darlin'"
She fought the urge to shiver. "Dean, we're at work."
"You always say that, but it never stops us. Does it." He asked nudging her foot to the side, before pressing his knee between her legs. "You still haven't answered my question. Do you like when I use a low and serious tone?" He said somehow lowing his voice even more, the normal gruff rasp turned into a low rumble in his chest.
She felt like she was pressed up against a growling beast. "I do." She hoped that he could hear how airy her voice had gotten from just the thought.
She felt him chuckle. "Good to know." He pulled away with a huge smile on his face. "I'll keep that in mind."
Her eye went wild as she realized what had happened. "Dean!" She cried as she slapped his arm.
"What?" he said with that goofy smile on his face. "We're at work, and we got to get ready for the match."
"You're an ass."
"Yep."
After handing the camera back to the production crew, it was time for them to make their way down to the gorilla. Their match was scheduled after AJ Lee and Rosa Mendes which was up next after Bo Dallas and R-Truth, and if she knew anything about those two, their match would end quicker then it began.
Rounding into the gorilla, they saw AJ and Paige hanging out, near the water table. "Hey, Angel." Paige called. "Haven't seen you in a while."
"Yeah, sorry about that you know how it is." She said back as she glanced to AJ.
"Oh, have you two gotten to meet?" Paige asked.
"Kind of." AJ nodded. "I got injured not to long after she came."
"Yeah." She thought back to when Tamina scared the shit out of her, while she was changing after Paige the day she beat her for the Diva's championship. How things change. "How are you AJ, I haven't really seen you since you got back."
"She's good." Paige said as she aggressively wrapped her arm around AJ. "Right bestie."
"Right." She smiled.
Smiling back, Angel felt that something was wrong with this. Last Monday, these two had a fight after Paige had accidently called AJ Lee 'crazy'.
Rosa's music kicked in and the woman across the way, walked out through the curtains.
"Well, that means I'm next, wish me luck."
"You don't need luck, bestie." Paige called after her.
AJ gave one last smile before walking towards the curtains.
"Are you an AJ OK?" Angel asked Paige who still had her eyes on the woman.
"What, oh about what happened before. Yeah, we talked about it. We're good." The way her voice lowered at the end told Angel everything she needed to know. They weren't good.
AJ's music hit and both her and Paige turned towards the TV behind them. AJ skipped out and got into the ring just normal. Then they showed a video of what happened between her and Paige, and through the whole thing, Paige still had that slightly off smile on her face. In fact she held the smile the whole time AJ's 'match' was happening.
"What was quick." Dean said as Rosa tapped out to AJ's Black Widow submission hold.
"Record time, if Cole is right."
"Damn."
Glancing towards Paige to see her reaction to her 'bestie's' win. She saw the woman turn away from the TV and head for the curtains. That couldn't be good. Back on the screen, AJ was on the stage petting her title when Paige emerged, pushing her off the stage.
Angel's eyes went wide as AJ tumbled to the floor and crashed into the camera man. "What the fuck?"
Officials and medics came rushing over to check the woman who was not moving on the ground and Paige just sat there on the stage yelling at them. "YOU'RE OVERREACTING" And that "SHE'S FINE!" She then stood up and screamed. "THAT'S MY BEST FIREND." Before skipping off backstage.
Not sure how to react, Angel just stood there and watched as Paige basically sauntered past them, a huge smile on her face. "My best friend. My best friend." She chanted over and over.
"Paige just fucking snapped." Dean said.
"I guess losing to AJ hit her harder then everyone thought."
"Must have." He whistled.
Suddenly the screen cut over to the recording of Dean's promo. Which they used to hide the fact that they wheeled AJ Lee backstage on a stretcher.
"Great…I should have known that this lunatic was going to be here already." Seth's voice echoed through the gorilla.
Almost instantly all of the available crew members were between Dean and Seth. They were not taking chances with this. However, Dean didn't move, didn't even acknowledge that Seth was there. He just turned towards the water table and grabbed a bottle from it.
Even as Dean cracked open the bottle and took a swig, tension filled the area. Just as it did every time that Seth and Dean were in the same place at the same time. It was waiting for a bomb to go off.
There was a sudden jolt when Kane's music went off, causing the man to push through the sea of people so that he could make his way out to the ring. But again, nothing happened. Seth apparently wasn't expecting this reaction from Dean, and it seemed to piss him off, because when his music started up, he made sure to bump into Dean who was wetting his hair. The bottle slipped from his hand and splashed the floor, causing him to look up at the man who was laughing as he walked through the curtains.
"You handled that well." She told him, as she bent down to pick up the bottle.
"If I get into back here, I can't beat his ass out there." He said through a clenched jaw.
That made more sense. He was trying not to have a repeat of what happened at Battlegrounds. "Smart."
After a moment, it was their turn to walk out to the ring. From the moment Dean pushed through the curtain, they slowed down into this almost predatory type of walk. Making their way down the ramp, Angel raided her brow at the scene in from of them. Seth was literally peaking around Kane as he smugly dared Dean to get into the ring.
"What a coward." She sighed glancing up at Dean, who was throwing punches into the air.
When Dean hopped up onto the apron, she didn't follow. She knew it was better if she just stayed on the floor, where it was harder for Seth and Kane to get to her.
Stepping up to the apron, she clapped her hands and cheered. "You got this, Dean!"
He ducked through the ropes.
"Wait for the bell." The ref told them as he tried to keep himself between the three men.
As Kane and Dean circled each other, Seth seemed to have other plans, he snuck off behind the action and got out of the ring, leaving Kane to start the match.
Of course
The bell rang, and Dean slipped past Kane, so that he could race off towards the corner where Seth was. However, before he could get to the man, Seth dropped off the apron, dodging very one of Dean's erratic swings.
"Keep your wits about you!" She called, when Kane smashed him into the turnbuckles.
The match pretty much went the way that Angel thought it would; Kane was using his size and experience to keep knocking Dean down, while in the corner across from her, Seth called for a tag every time Dean hit the mat.
After a big boot to the side of the face, Seth finally tagged in and she could ear his irritating chuckle as he walked up to him. A sick look twisted on his face as he stomped down on Dean over and over, keeping him on the mat just long enough that he was able to grab his left arm.
She clenched her teeth together as she watched Seth place his foot down on Dean's head smashing it into the mat, while he pulled and twisted on his arm. She hated when anyone went after Dean's bad arm, but Seth doing it made her blood boil so ho that she was surprised she couldn't hear it bubbling. "Come on Dean!" She yelled.
Seth kept on Dean the best he could, but when he sent him across the ring in an Irish Whip, Dean was able to get his shot. He grabbed Seth by the hair and used it to throw the man backwards.
"There you go!" She clapped along with fans.
As Dean used the separation to nurse his left arm, Seth rolled towards the ropes and tagged out to Kane, and Angel knew this was going to be the pattern for tonight. Kane would tag in when Dean was showing life and energy, but while he was down and out on the mat, Seth would tag in to 'finish him'.
"Rip his arm off!" Seth yelled at Kane who had started in on his arm as well. "Rip it off his body!"
Angel almost thought Kane had ripped Dean's arm off when he used it to toss him down to the mat. Dean landed right on his shoulder and his face twisted in pain. Her heart sank as she watched him trying to catch his breath. To see him in this much pain, this early on in the match, scared her. Sure, Dean could take a lot, but he did have a limit and what if they reached it.
She tried to push that thought to the back of her mind, but it was futile when suddenly she found herself watching Dean go hurtling across the ring, and into the corner.
She was halfway around the ring before the hit even came.
"COME ON AMBROSE!" Seth beat her to him. "COME ON AMBROSE! YOU'RE NOT EVEN GOING TO MAKE IT TO ME!" He yelled from a safe distance away. "YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO GET THROUGH HIM!"
"Get away from him!" She yelled back, stepping up onto the steel steps so that she could be at eye level with him.
When Seth's eyes flickered to her, he laughed. "Oh, so scary."
She crossed her arms. "I said get back, or do we have to go through a repeat of what happened last week?" There was a flash in his eyes, telling her that he got her threat. "Are we going to have to go there again?" She asked even though she hoped he wouldn't push the issue. She wasn't sure, she could take another swing at him, she was still trying to process what she had done.
Much to her surprise, Seth backed off. Just as a ping of pride hit her, something shook the steps from behind her. Turning around, she saw Kane standing there staring down at her, those bright eyes shinning through her mask.
She swallowed the lump in her throat as he stepped forward, forcing her down onto the first step.
"L-leave her al-alone" She heard Dean rasp out as he swung at Kane.
Kane grabbed his flailing arm and smashed it against the metal post, making Dean yelled as he grabbed onto his arm.
With one last glance over his shoulder, Kane stepped off the steps before winding up a hit, which sent Dean backwards into the ring.
She didn't move until Kane got back into the ring, and even then all she did was step down to the floor. Calming her nerves, she watched as Kane tagged out to Seth, before going back to use the small amount of alluded time he had left in the ring, to grab Dean by both arms, holding him up for Seth.
Standing right in front of Dean, Seth's eyes landed on her. "Come on Ambrose, smile Angel's watching." He taunted before slapping Dean right across the face.
As the ref got Kane out of the ring, Seth kept on Dean, slapping him until he was down on the mat. He then started to kick him, lazily as if he was just a piece of garbage that was in the way.
While he was in mid-kick, Dean jumped up and fire back with an elbow to the face. Once that had the crowd cheering.
"There you go!"
As both men tried to get to their feet, she watched as Seth rolled back towards his and Kane's corner. She thought he was just going to tag out since Dean showed signs of life but instead in when racing forward to knee Dean in the face. He then took a page from Dean's normal play book and started to go nuts on the man as he forced him to his feet and back into the corner.
That's when he tagged out to Kane.
Kane came in and the beat down started, and even as was able to keep in control, Dean didn't go quietly, he got every chance to get a hit in that he could. Though it didn't stop Kane from picking him up and hitting him with a sidewalk slam.
"Let me in!" She heard Seth call. "Let me finish him." When Kane did tag him in, she rolled her eyes. Seth came in and started to circle Dean like he was a shark. "Come on Ambrose!" He yelled. "Stand up! Get to your feet! I'll give you one last chance!" He kept screaming as Dean rolled onto his stomach.
Angel drew her brows together. Something was weird with Dean. Even though both Seth and Kane had gotten a couple of really good hits in but not enough to have him this down and out. The man looked as if he has been hit by a freight train.
Just as she started to worry about what was going on, Dean came alive. He switched up a suplex that Seth was going for and just threw Seth over his back. Seth basically ricocheted off the mat and over to the rope near her.
Making sure that she was out of the way, she looked over to see Dean racing towards him, a loud growl like noise rumbled from him as he knocked eth up and over the ropes. From where she was she watched as Seth rolled around on the floor. Seconds later Kane came crashing down as well.
Blinking he looked up and saw Dean hyping himself up for what she knew was a Suicide Dive. Which made her realize that Dean had just been faking how hurt he was. He was trying to trick Seth into tagging in as much as he could.
And they call Seth the architect. She smirked.
Flying through the ropes, Dean knocked into both Seth and Kane, sending Seth down to the floor while Kane smashed into the announcers table. The crowd cheered, as Dean gave another yell and hit the floor, while pinning his left arm into his side. Meaning not all of his pain was a trick.
Getting to his feet, his eyes locked onto Seth. He stormed over, grabbing him by the pants and threw him back into the ring. When he paused, Angel when to tell him to keep on Seth but Suddenly Kane was making his way over. "Dean look out!"
Dean turned to see Kane coming towards him, and quickly dropped down, taking Kane with him in a Drop Toehold. Kane's head hit against the steps, echoing loudly.
As the crowd cheered for the hit, Dean sat there against the apron looking at Kane who was holding his face was he laid on the floor. Kane was down. Kane was down. "Dean! Go, this is your chance." She told him.
She knew he realized it as well as he slowly got to his feet and turned towards the ring. His eyes ran from Seth to Kane and back. His eyes were crazed as he watched Seth try to get to his feet.
Rushing into the ring, he went right after Seth. Knocking him down the mat, he smashed Seth over and over. Every time Seth tried to escape him, Dean chanced him down.
"Get him out of the corner." The Ref yelled at Dean even though he couldn't care less. "Dean, get him out of the corner." He tried again. Finally, he reached forward and pulled Dean off of Seth. "You have to listen to me."
Listening to him was the last thing he wanted to do, as he set back into Seth. "I LOVED YOU SETH!" Dean yelled. "YOU WERE MY BROTHER!"
Angel eyes went wide as Dean sent Seth flying across the ring. Her mind raced with what Dean had just said. She had a feeling that was the first time that all those feelings have spilled over without him wanting it to. She wondered if he even realized that he has said it.
Once again Seth tried to escape him, this time Kane had come to his aid. He pulled Dean through the ropes, grabbed him and threw him into the timekeeper's area.
Angel gasped and moved to heck on him, but Kane was between her and him. However, before she even had to come up with a plan to get around him, Kane turned towards the ring, looking slightly worried before heading in to check on Seth.
Baffled by the Devil's Favorite Demon kneeling down next to Seth looking as if he was generally concerned about him, she had forgotten that she was supposed to be checking on Dean. When she finally did remember, she gave her head a shake and turned towards the timekeeper's area, and again she found herself baffled. Dean was already up and making his way over to the ring with a metal chair in his hands.
"Put the chair down!" The ref ordered.
Dean paid him no heed as he got into the ring. Rushing over to Kane who was still checking on Seth, he drew the chair back before smashing it against the man's back. DQing the match.
As Kane doubled over, Dean turned towards Seth who shockingly came over. Dean nailed him with the top of the chair making him hunch, before hitting him again on the back. Stumbling around, Dean ran right into a big boot from Kane.
"Get up Dean!" She yelled.
Kane moved the chair into the middle of the ring before reaching down to grab Dean by the throat. "Take him out!" She heard Seth demand.
Climbing up the steel steps, she ducked under the rope and ran over to Kane. Knocking him in the back, it made the man falter just long enough that Dean was able to get out of his grasp. After kicking him in the stomach, Dean grabbed Kane and hit him with a DDT onto the steel chair.
The fans went nuts on the hit.
Looking up, Dean searched he ring for Seth, and as soon as his eyes landed on the man, Seth races off towards the ropes.
"No, you don't." Dean said as chased after him. Though Seth was able to get out of the ring and halfway up the ramp before by the time Dean got to the ropes. "Come on Sethie, get back into the ring."
Keeping an eye on Kane, Angel moved around the ring so that she was standing next to Dean who had the look on his face, that she was sure was what made most people think that he was crazy. If she didn't know better, she would have assumed he was after seeing it.
She touched him on the back, and felt his muscles flinch from the sensation, but he didn't look away. "I know you're locked onto Seth, but remember Kane is still behind him?"
Almost like remind him about Kane triggered in his brain because he suddenly turned around. Grabbing the chair, he stomped over to Kane. Using everything he had left in the tank, he hit Kane a couple times before using it as a battering ram to knock him out of ring.
Now that the 'threat' had been dealt with, Dean's focus snapped right back to Seth who was still standing on the ramp. "That was almost you." He said almost to himself. "So close. I was so close." He held up his fingers to show Seth just how close. "I almost had you."
As Dean rambled to himself, their music started up through the speakers. "Might have lost the match, but you certain won the fight." She smiled as Dean met her the ropes.
"This fight aint over, baby, not by a long shot."
After being held back by the ref and a few officials, who were there to make sure that they gave Seth and Kane the amount of time that they needed to get backstage and get away from them, just in case, they were finally allowed to head backstage themselves. Once backstage, she had Dean clean himself up, because he had some gunk, probably spit on his face. As he whipped his face off, she noticed something peaking out of his back pocket.
She had noticed it during the match but didn't think it important enough to bring up, but now? "Hey," She said making him look up at her. "What's in your pocket?"
"What?"
"You have something sticking out of your pocket?"
Reaching behind him, he patted around until he removed the piece of paper that she was talking about. He looked at it puzzled and shook his head. "I have no idea." He then tossed it away with the napkin he used to wipe his face.
"Did you even look at it?" She laughed. "What if it was important."
"Eh." He shrugged. "It wasn't."
Rolling her eyes at him, she glanced into the trash and shrugged back. "You better hope so, because I'm not digging it out."
Katara Melody Cullen: Holy long review Batman! Just picking on you. I love protective Dean as well, it's so cute. Also the blood kiss, you knew it was coming. I have a plan for Eva don't you worry, she's going to pile up a bunch of shit on her, only to see it all fall! (EVIL LAUGH HERE). Before he felt WWE Dean didn't use his twitter. The thing even said, they made me get one. Plus if he has to use it, Angel's job is to manage him so she would use it. But you did find a small hole in my plot...damn... Now I got to think more about it. Good call. Thank you as always for the review.
LifeWithCatHair: I love your name! I also have a life with cat hair! But saying that, Dean will find out about the bullying he will, just not yet. Though now the pressure is on me to deliver with what he does.
Samcoo 12: Eva does suck, at least in my story she does. I'm so glad you're still reading this. I know i've fallen off, and I'm so sorry about this. I'm hoping to finish 'season one' as I'm calling it this year. Lol
Katmoonchild: Don't worry, I know how Angel is going to handle Eva, I do. Just have to get there.
Sonia: Welcome back. I Hope you liked this chapter as well.
Sillygabby: Hey! I'm so glad you're loving the story. Eva will get penalized here soon. Promise.
BrookeWorm3: I try to put a least one cute moment into a chapter. I hope you like this one as well.
ForeverCharmed87: Angel does need to kick Seth in the balls. Hmmmm...maybe. Lol
MissDeanAmbrose: MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE. I will always give more.