Welcome to Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One! Another long one. One that's mostly about the show, but there is some progression about the Eva subplot. I hope you enjoy this chapter the next one is going to be mostly non-show related. So keep an idea on that one.
Monday Night Raw: August 4, 2014
"Why is it so hot?" Angel complained as they gathered their things out of the rental car.
"Because it's summer in Texas." Roman laughed at her.
"I know that, but it doesn't have to ninety degrees."
"Well, it is."
She groaned as she pulled on her shirt collar. She felt like she was about to sweat through the thing. "Still sucks."
"Come on it's not that bad." Dean came around the side of the car.
"Yeah, at least it's not raining."
She pouted as they both ganged up on her. "Well, you two both live in hot weathered areas, I live in Pittsburgh."
"You can't tell me that it doesn't get to ninety degrees in Pittsburgh." Dean told her. "I've been there and remember and live pretty damn close."
"It does, but this feels so much worse."
He chuckled. "I'll remind you of this, when we're at your parents house this week."
"If it's ninety this week, I'm staying inside where it's air conditioned." She told them as they started towards the arena.
"Was she this bitchy this whole weekend?" Roman asked.
"Nope." Dean shook his head. "She must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed."
"Or maybe it's because someone woke me up at seven a.m. to go on a run with him."
"You said you wanted to go with me."
She glared at him. "No. You brought up that I should go running with you."
"And you said sure."
"Again no. I asked you if I had a choice in the matter, and you said no."
Dean stuck his tongue out and turned to Roman. "See she wanted to come."
"Sounds like it too me."
When they finally got into the building and out of the bright, hot sun, Angel made sure to check them in, which went about the same way it went all the time, except she wasn't given the big hunk of papers that talked about the show tonight as well as the rest of the week.
They then found a spot to claim as their own, and settled in. After pulling out the outfit that she planned on wearing for the show tonight. She pulled out her phone and saw that she had a missed text from Renee.
Call me when you get to the arena.
Guessing that she wanted to meet up before the before show meeting to grab coffee or something, she did what was asked of her and called.
"Calling Renee." Dean said not even looking up from what he was doing.
"Yep."
It rang twice and then Renee's voice came over the speaker. "Hey."
"What's up?" She asked.
"Did you get the email?"
"What email?"
"The one that the Authority sent out."
Her mood fell instantly. "No, I haven't checked my email since getting in."
"Oh, you're going to love it."
Not liking the tone in Renee's voice, she put her on speaker phone and quickly pulled up her email. Her eyes landed on the most recent email which was indeed from the Authority. "Do I really want to open this."
"I would." Renee chuckled.
Opening it, she waited for it to load in, and when it finally did, just the first line alone made her sigh. We want to let everyone know that the schedule for tonight's show has not been officially set. Great. This is due to the fact that we the Authority have some surprises instore for tonight.
"Surprises? What the fuck does that mean?" She asked.
"No one knows." Renee answered. "I've tried asking around, I've even asked Hank and he doesn't even know."
"That's smart, keep the man who runs your show in the dark."
"Just wait until you get to the bottom."
She let out a groan as she scrolled through the message. Those who participated in the before show meeting still needs to attend. "If they're not telling anyone what surprises they have planned for the show tonight then what are we going to talk about for an hour?"
"Who the fuck knows."
"I bet it's going to be just another Authority horn tooting session."
"Horn tooting session?" Dean chuckled. "Does anyone else see like a conga line of dick blowing, when they hear that?"
"Ew."
"Oh come on, I'm not the only one who thought about it." He said. "Kane would be sucking off Randy, who would be sucking off Seth, who would be sucking off Hunter, who would be sucking off his sledgehammer."
"Dean." Renee groaned. "That is not an image I needed in my head."
"You're welcome."
Angel rolled her eyes at him. "I'm going to go before Dean says something else gross."
Renee laughed. "Sounds good, I'll see you at the meeting."
"See you."
When she hung up, Angel let out a long sigh as she put her phone down.
She heard Dean chuckle behind her. "Sounds like you're going to have a fun time at your meeting."
"Why are you like this?" She asked.
"Well, you see it all started when my mom met this guy." He trailed off.
Roman perked up. "Oh, are we giving Angel the birds and the bees talk? I mean I think it's a little too late, since she with you and everything, but hey, better late then never."
"You two just love picking on me."
"It's our favorite thing to do."
"Right after beating the shit out of Seth."
She rolled her eyes.
By the time it was time for the meeting, Angel was dreading it. As a manager, the only part of the meeting she really had to pay any attention about was scheduling, which meant that she was going to be sitting there for an hour without anything to do. Unless miraculously they started to talk about the schedule for the rest of the week, like they were supposed to. But that never happened. The Authority liked to work day-to-day.
Getting down to the assigned room for the meeting, she the normal group of people handing outside. Looking around, she spied Renee off on the sidelines, talking to another member of the reporter crew.
"What's going on?" She asked when she made her way over to the woman.
"We're waiting on Stephanie to come and open the door."
Her eyes went wide. "Stephanie isn't here yet?"
"Nope, apparently she's running late."
"That's just prefect." She leant against the wall. "First you send out an email basically telling everyone that there's going to be nothing to talk about at the meeting, while telling everyone they still have to come to said meeting and now you're late. Don't you just love our boss."
It was twenty minutes later, and finally Stephanie showed up. She was all smiles as she unlocked the door. "What are you all doing out here." She joked. "We have a meeting to get through."
No one was amused.
As everyone made their way into the room, Angel heard her name being called and when she turned around to see who it was, she saw Hank standing off to the side. "Can you hold on for a moment?"
"Sure." She stepped out of line. "What's up?"
"I want to talk to you about something." He said leading them away from the door. "It's about Eva and those messages on Twitter."
"Ok." She nodded.
"So Mark and I sat down with her and talked about them. We told her it was unprofessional and against company policy to post things like. We had her delete them off her Twitter.
"Ok."
"I wanted to inform you that action was taken. Not as much action as I would have liked to see, but action nonetheless." He said seemed frustrated. "I wanted her suspended for this, but Mark and apparently the Authority have deemed that since only one of the messages truly stated that she was calling Dean abusive that, they would give her a warning. I have a feeling, the main reason they didn't want to do anything more was because she's part of Total Divas which is filming right now and they didn't want to have to pull her from that."
"Rewarding bad behavior."
"Exactly."
"What really pisses me off is we've been through this with her before."
"You said something about that when I told you about it."
"Yep, apparently she didn't like the 'power' that the Bellas had in the locker room so she went after them."
"The Bellas?"
"Yep."
"Didn't she just invite them to her bachelorette weekend thing for Total Divas?"
Hank shook his head. "I have nothing to do with that show, so I couldn't give a damn what happened on it. What I do know if that the Divas's locker room is full of drama and I try to get involved with it."
"Smart."
"With all that, I wanted to apologize about the lack of action on our part."
"It's fine."
"It's not." He said. "It's really not."
"Well it has to be."
"True." He cursed. "I guess we should head in before we miss the meeting."
"How about we just miss the meeting?" She joked. "It's not like they're going to talk about anything important."
"Do you really want to have the wrath of Stephanie or missing a meeting that she sent out an email saying that everyone had to attend."
"No."
They walked into the meeting room, and quickly she took her spot in the empty seat next to Renee. Looking over, to see if she happened to miss anything important, she saw that Renee's notebook was filled with little doodles. Grabbing out her own pen, she wrote on the top of the paper. "Looks like I missed a lot."
"Yeah, a lot of numbers." Renee wrote back.
"Oh good."
"What did Hank want?"
"He told me that they dealt with Eva."
"Tweets?"
"Yeah."
"And?"
"They made her take them down." She could tell that she paused as if she was waiting for her to continue. "That's it."
"What!" She underlined the words about ten times.
Locking eyes with her, Angel nodded before turning to take out he own notebook.
It wasn't long before she was doodling around on the paper. Though unlike Renee's doodles which were cartoon of different people doing silly stuff, she was practicing drawing Roman and Dean's logos. Just in case.
After the tenth version she made, she let out a sigh. As much as they joked that this meeting would be just a waste of time, she didn't think it would be this bad. By the time the meeting was over, the only thing she knew was apparently they had released Dean and Roman's shirt online. That was it.
"Well that was…" She couldn't find the word that she wanted to say.
"Something." Renee finished for her.
"No, it wasn't even that. Something is too much for what that was." Angel told her looking at her phone. She cursed. Since Stephanie had been late, the meeting has been pushed back. Not to mention they somehow went over time. Meaning the hour that they normally had at between the meeting and the start of the show, was now reduced to twenty-five minutes. "I have go, I have to get dressed, make sure that Dean and Roman are ready to go, and I was hoping to get a snack in before the start of the show, but I don't think that's going to happen."
"Yeah, I have to run down to hair and makeup, as well as have a meeting with Brandi…"
After saying their goodbyes, both them raced off to finish what they needed to do before the start of the show.
…
Only able to get to catering a few minutes before the show started, her, Roman, and Dean grabbed some plates and piled up with some 'light' snacks. Taking over a table that had a good view of one of screen in the area, they sat down and enjoyed while they waited for the show to start.
When the TV turned on, they were greeted with the Authority's music. As well the entire group making their way to the ring.
"Fuck, don't they look official." Dean said, as Randy, Seth, Kane, Stephanie and Hunter all walked like they were the most important people in the world.
Hunter was the one to start. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are just two weeks away from the biggest pay-per-view of the summer; Summerslam! And you can see it all live on the WWE Network for just nine ninety-nine." He shilled out the network. "Now, I'm not the kind of guy to pat myself on the back, but in this instance, I'm going to do just that. Because I think quite frankly that this could be the biggest Summerslam card in history." He paused, giving the crowd a chance to react. "At the Summerslam pay-per-view, you will get to see the sadistic Bray Wyatt go one on one with Y2J; Chris Jericho."
The crowd cheered.
"But that's not all, because Mr. Money in the Bank; Seth Rollins," He walked over to Seth and put his arm around him. "will face the Unstable Dean Ambrose."
As the fans cheered, there was a different reaction backstage. All three of them cocked their head and looked form the screen to each other.
"Did he just say that I have a match with Seth?" Dean asked.
"Yeah."
"Did you know that?"
"Nope." She answered. "At least not officially. Hank mentioned it before.
"Well, it's official now." Roman clapped Dean on the back.
Dean smirked. "Shit, I wasn't expecting them to grace me with another match so soon." He rubbed his hands together.
"Speaking of that match." Hunter cut their celebration off.
"Never mind." Dean's mood cooled.
"Seth came to me with an idea earlier today that I thought was actually spectacular and we're gonna do just that. Tonight, there will be a beat the clock challenge. Seth and Dean will both try to beat their opponent, and the one that does just that and does it in the shortest amount of time, will be the winner and will be able to name the stipulation in the match between the two of them at the Summerslam pay-per-view."
"Holy shit!" Dean laughed. "They're going to give me a chance to pick the stipulation. Have they gone nuts?"
"Sh." She hushed him. "They're talking about who you'll face tonight."
"Dean Ambrose will not have it easy because his opponent tonight in the beat the clock challenge will be Alberto Del Rio."
"Been there done that." Dean said cockily.
"And just so you don't think we're taking it easy on Seth, Seth's opponent will be no other then Rob Van Dam."
"I think we stepped into another universe." Roman said. "This can't be right. That actually sounded like a fair match up. You verse Del Rio and Seth verses RVD. I mean come on."
Angel nodded in agreement. "There does seem something fishy about this. Like they have to has something up their sleeves, right?"
"Maybe RVD started to work with them." Roman suggested.
"Nah." Dean shook his head. "RVD hates them as much as we do. There's no fucking way he would start working with them."
"Ok if it's not that, then what is it."
"Maybe they're finally doing something right."
They all laughed.
Roman suddenly stood up. "I got to go to the bathroom."
"Uh, ok." She said as the man walked way.
Turning back to the TV, she watched as Stephanie hyped up the contract signing between her and Brie tonight. They then started in on the Brock verses Cena match. Which Hunter seemed the most excited for. He one hundred percent believed that Brock was going to win and that they belt was going to come back to the Authority.
"But wait there's more." He passed the mic off to Randy.
"You see the best part of Summerslam, ladies and gentlemen, is my guarantee to you. And I guarantee that you will witness me continue to methodically decimate Roman Reigns." The crowd cheered at Roman's name. "Roman took something very dear to me, you see, my chance, my opportunity at becoming WWE champ. You can even look onto this announce table and see remains from that sorry SOB after what I did to him last week. That was only a taste."
Out of nowhere, Roman's theme hit and the lights started to flash in the audience. "Uh, I thought he went to the bathroom."
"Same."
"Apparently not."
They watched as Roman made his way down the steps. Stopping about halfway down, he brought a mic to his mouth. "Randy Orton claims that the Viper is back, that means I took everything the Viper has to offer and I'm still standing right here!"
The crowed cheered as Randy silently told him that was only a small taste of what he had to offer.
"Hunter, you say that you're all about great deals. Well, I have one for you, I'm going to come down there and I'm going to beat the Viper's ass for free….tonight!"
Even as Randy started to take off his jacket, Hunter shook his head and stopped him. "Hey, hey calm down, Randy, you got Roman Reigns, but you got him at Summerslam."
"No, I want him right now!" Randy yelled as the crowd booed. "I want him now, right now."
"Hold on, you'll get him at Summerslam. Tonight, Roman Reigns is going to face a demon. And I expect to see a demon, tonight." Hunter said before turning back to Roman. "Roman, you will face Kane in a Last Man Standing Match."
Roman nodded his head.
"And don't go anywhere because that match starts right now!"
When the show cut to commercial, Angel blinked at Dean. "That certainly escalated."
"It did."
She leaned back in the chair. "If I didn't know any better, I would say that, that was planned. I mean they had his music cued up and everything."
"Well, I know one thing." Dean said playing with his plate of chips. "Our boy didn't need to use the bathroom."
When the show came back, it was just Kane and Roman left in the ring. Everyone in catering hand their eyes on the screen as they watched the two men destroy each other. It was brutal. Which was expected for this type of match, but it was like they really wanted to put the other person down permanently They used the steel steps, chairs, a kendo stick, and even tables to try and stop the other one from getting up.
"Beautiful, Ro!" Dean clapped as Roman hit Kane with a Samoan Drop.
Hyped up, Roman set up for a Superman Punch, but Kane dodged it. Grabbing him for a Choke Slam, he sent Roman right through the table that was set up in the ring.
"I guess the two of you were right."
"Huh?"
"He went through another table." She said recalling the conversation that they had before.
"See, told you." He said as he leant forward, his elbows resting on the table in front of him. "Get up. Get up."
The counted on and on, and surprisingly just as he hit seven, Roman got to his feet.
Looking quite annoyed, Kane grabbed the chair that had been wedged between the two ropes in the corner and tossed it to the mat. He then grabbed Roman again, however this time Roman was able to get out of the hold and switch it up so it was Kane smashing off the chair with a DDT. Just like Dean has done on Smackdown.
A Superman punch and Spear later and the match was over. Kane scrambled to get to his feet, but he just couldn't do it in time. The ref finished his count and pointed for the bell. "The winner of this match, Roman Reigns!"
"Yes!" Dean clapped. "That's my guy."
As Roman celebrated his match, the show switched over to talk about the main event at Summerslam.
Angel shook her head as she went to play on her phone, only for her attention to be stuck on the screen. The video package that they had put together was great. They showed both Cena and Brock talking to the camera, saying how much they were going to end each other. It was chilling.
When the show cut to commercial, she finally look down at her phone, which had gone off during the promo. She saw that she had a couple of message, one was from Hank who was letting her know that Dean's match was on after Sandow verses Mark Henry, and the second one was from Roman. Come to the trainer's room.
"Roman just asked me to come to the trainer's room."
"Why?" Dean asked.
"I have no idea." She said as her phone went off again. Another message Just you. Her eyes went why. "I guess I'll go find out."
A little nervous, she stood up and started down towards the trainer's room.
R.R.R.
Stretching his neck, Roman waited as the medics finished up their assessment. Apparently sometime during his last man standing match he had been split open. Which meant that he needed to get staples, and now he had to wait until they were all set up.
Bored, he pulled out his phone and started to scroll on Twitter. It had been awhile since he just scrolled, and now he had way too many notification to just ignore them anymore, he clicked on the button to clear them out. However, when he went to go back the main page something caught his eyes. It was a screen shot of a bunch of tweets all sent by the same person.
Curiosity got the better of him, he clicked on them. Girl, he doesn't care about you. Why do you care so much about him. Get a clue. Cocking his head, he tried to figure out why someone sent his to him, it just seemed like someone was trying to start drama.
Going through the rest of the screenshot, and he slowly realized why they were sent to him, the tweets were about Angel and Dean. His temper started rise. He hated people like this. Just leave the happy couple alone. Then he realized that all of the tweets were from Eva Marie, a WWE Diva.
"What a bitch." He said through his teeth as he kept reading them.
"What was that?" The medic behind him asked.
"Oh, sorry nothing. Just something on my phone."
"Ah."
Trying to keep his temper under control, he opened the last message and his mouth almost hit the floor. The crowd is cheering for that abusive piece of shit. Those words glared at him like they were branded in his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Did Eva really just call Dean abusive?
He went to Eva's profile and searched around. There wasn't a trace of the message that had been sent. Though he did find one that said, 'oops, got in trouble'.
He wondered if Angel and Dean knew about this. They had to, right? She had tagged Angel in one of the messages. However, if Angel knew, then why didn't she saw something about it? Sure, he had been at home when they came out judging by the blood kiss line that was in one of the messages, but if someone called his best friend abusive, he wanted to know.
A thought hit him. She was doing the same thing that she did with Bray Wyatt. Hiding what was going on in order to not bother them with it. Damn it, Angel.
He needed to talk to her.
"As soon as Joesph comes back we'll get started."
"Uh?" He turned to see the medic looking at him with a fake smile. "Oh, sure. Can I step out for a second?"
"Oh yeah sure."
"Thanks."
Hopping off the table, he walked out of the room. As soon as he was outside, he pulled up Angel's number and sent her a text that he knew would get her down here as soon as possible.
After hitting send, he took up a spot against the wall and waited it. It wasn't even five minutes later and he spied Angel coming down hallway, a worried look on her face. "Roman?" She questioned when she saw him. "Is everything ok?"
"You tell me." He crossed his arms over his chest. A puzzled look came to her face and he said. "You've been hiding something from us again, haven't you."
"What?"
Taking a deep breath, he pulled up the screenshots on his phone and showed them to her. Instantly her eyes went wide before dropping to the floor. "If you're not hiding something, then what is this?"
"It's nothing."
"Bullshit." He shook his head. "Some bitch is calling my best friend abusive, this isn't nothing."
"I've already delt with it."
"You have?"
"Yeah, I told Hank about the messages, and he made her take them down."
"Well, that's good, but that doesn't solve the issue at hand." He pushed himself away from the wall. "You knew about theses messages and didn't say anything about them. Why?"
"Because I thought I could handle it." Angel said, he could hear the waver in her voice. "She's never gone this far before, and I never thought she would. She seemed like more like a high school bully. You know, the ones who say mean things in bathroom, or like they pass you a note in class…something like that."
"Wait before?" His father bear instincts kicked in full force. "Are you saying that she's been saying stuff like this to you, like more then just this?"
"Yeah. She's been picking on me since I blurted out that I love Dean."
"Angel Miles." He sighed. "Will you ever learn to ask for help?"
"I, uh…"
"First it was Bray Wyatt, which you didn't tell us about until he locked you in a closet. And now this. What the fuck has she been saying to you."
"Pretty much what the tweets have said. That Dean doesn't care about me and is using me, and that he'll drop me as soon as he gets bored."
Anger, full fledge anger filled Roman as he glanced back at the messages on his phone. "She's been telling you this since June and you haven't said anything."
"I mean, I knew what she was saying wasn't true, and just like a school bully I really didn't want to give her the attention that she's looking for."
"Still. This is work-place bullying."
"I know."
"Why not at least tell Dean, so he's know what's up, just in case."
"I didn't want to pressure him."
"What do you mean?"
She looked around as she took a deep breath. "Eva's picking on me because Dean didn't say I love you back, and I'm worried that if I tell him what she's been doing, he'll feel like it's his fault and to fix I he'll telling me his feelings before he's ready to. I don't want that."
He wanted to tell her that Dean would never do something like that. That he would only tell her how he feels if he was ready, but the years that he knew Dean, he also knew that Dean wasn't the best at keeping his cool, especially if that came to when someone he cares about is being hurt. He didn't even know if Dean would end up doing something stupid like, trying to take on Eva for bullying Angel. Damn it.
"I know you wanted to protect Dean, but you also need to worry about yourself. You can't always take on all your problems by yourself."
"I didn't." She said. "Believe it or not, I did learn something from Bray Wyatt, I didn't keep what was going on from everyone. Renee and practically all of the Diva's division knows what going on. So, I'm not totally on my own on this one."
"That's good." He put a hand on her shoulder. "I just don't want to find you locked in a closet again."
"I don't want to be locked in a closet again either."
"So, tell me, are high school bullies really that bad?"
"Can be."
"Damn it."
"What?"
"Now I have to think about putting JoJo in homeschool."
Someone going to get their wig spilt.
Mark Henry's music echoed loudly through the hallways, and Angel's eyes widened. "Shit!" She gasped. "Dean's match is up after Mark Henry verses Sandow."
"Well then you better get going." He told her.
She went to turn away from him, only to stop. "Hey Ro. I know this is a lot to ask, but can you not tell Dean about all this."
At this point he wasn't sure if he should tell Dean or not.
"Angel…"
"I know. I know that he deserves to know, and I know that I should tell him, but I don't want him to think this is his fault. I'll figure out what to do about Eva, please."
Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine, I won't tell him, unless something like this happens again. You hear me? I even catch wind of her sprouting shit like this again, I'm going straight to Dean, and to Vince McMahon."
"Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah" Roman waved her off. "No go, our boy needs you."
Quickly giving Roman a hug, she raced out of the trainer's room and down to the gorilla where thankfully she saw Dean handing out, leaning against a wall. "Sorry about the wait." She said stopping in front of him.
"No worries. Is everything ok with Roman?" He asked.
"Yeah, they uh, wanted to make sure that I knew he's supposed to take it easy." She sighed. "For some reason the medics don't trust you two."
"I wonder why." Dean picked. Suddenly his face fell, and he pushed himself off the wall making sure that she was behind him.
Peaking around his back, she saw Del Rio walking up to them. "So, we meet again."
"Guess so."
"This time, you can't take the easy way out." Del Rio laughed as spun on his heel and walked away.
"The scarf is still tacky." She said trying to lighten the mood.
On their way down to the ring, Angel followed behind Dean who was hyping himself up. He threw punches into the air, cracked his neck, did a little skip-hop. It was safe to say that he was more then ready for this fight.
Slowing down, she looked around trying to find any signs of Dean or Roman's shirts, and what she saw as surprising. She couldn't seem to find anybody wearing a Roman shirt but there were a few 'Unstable' shirts out there.
Pride filled her as she watched those fans jumping up and down cheering on Dean who was getting into the ring.
Realized that she was just sitting there staring at the fans, she rushed up the steel steps and into the ring. When she finally made it over the center of the ring, she tapped him on the arm. "Do you see what I see?"
"What?" He glanced around.
"Over there." She said pointing to one of the shirts.
She saw his eyes subtlely widen "Shit, is that man wearing a shirt designed by Angel Miles!" He asked as he took off his hoodie vest, and handed it to her. "I told you that people would buy it."
"I know, but I still can't believe it!" She said putting the hoodie on.
"Well believe it."
"The following is the first match in the Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins Beat the clock challenge." Ring announcer Justin Roberts said into his mic. "If Dean Ambrose is victorious, he will set the time for Seth Rollins to try and beat later tonight."
"If." Dean chuckled. That's when Del Rio's music started up. "Why don't we get you out of the ring before Del Rio can get in here and sexually assault you again."
"Yeah, that's probably smart." She said as Dean stated to walk her way from the ramp, giving Del Rio the space to get in.
Quickly, she ducked through the ropes and jumped down to the floor. Making sure to stay on the opposite side of where Del Rio was. Almost as soon as she was on the floor, the match started. Almost instantly, her eyes locked onto the clock that was in the left-hand corner of all the screens around the arena.
The pressure was certainly on tonight. Not only did Dean have to beat Del Rio, he had to do it quick enough that Seth couldn't beat his time. And just because of that, she found herself struggling to watch, she couldn't keep her eyes off the clock.
Though the bits of the match that she did get to see, she could tell that she wasn't the only one that was worried about the timer. Dean went for an early pin, one that even she knew that Del Rio was going to kick out of.
"Only one minute." She told herself.
When she heard everyone cheer and gasp. Making her look up to see Dean on his ass, while Del Rio smashed him in the face, telling him to get up. He pulled Dean to his feet and set him up for a suplex, which ended with Dean's legs smashing against the ropes.
Keeping on Dean, he beat him up in the corner, until he was sitting on the mat, and then he didn't stop until the ref pulled him away.
"You got to get him out of the corner, when I tell you to." The ref yelled at him as he followed Del Rio around the ring.
When Del Rio stopped in front of her, Angel scoffed and crossed her arms. When he winked and blew her a kiss, the urge to flick the man off was great but the PG TV rating wouldn't have liked that.
Not getting anything from her, Del Rio just turned away, only to be sidelined by Dean who launched himself from the corner.
"Get him." She cheered as Dean landed a few punches to the side of Del Rio's head. When Del Rio finally pushed Dean off him, he rolled out of the ring. Dean didn't let him off, because he just chased after him. The two weaved in and out of the ring, until Del Rio spun on his heels, catching Dean off guard, so that he could grab him and threw him into the barricade.
Grimacing at the hit, she glanced up at the Titantron and saw that it was passed two minutes. She then saw that Del Rio was taunted to the crowd. He was wasting time. Which pissed her off. Though what pissed her off more was the smirk that came to his face as he threw Dean back into the ring.
After a failed pin, Del Rio grabbed Dean for a chokehold. More time wasting.
"Three minutes!" She called to Dean trying to motivate him to get up. She wasn't sure that she helped him but Dena did get back to his feet. Although he couldn't escaped Del Rio's grasp, and was sent him running with an Irish Whip.
When Dean came rushing back at him, he dropped down and rolled Del Rio up for a pin.
Del Rio kicked out.
"That's ok, keep going." She cheered for him.
After Del Rio was able to kick Dean in the back of head, she figured out that the Authority had told him to stretch that match out as long as he could, which was even more evident when he didn't pin Dean. Instead he pulled him to the ropes and started to choke him against the ropes.
"Hey, Angel come here really quick!" Del Rio looked over his shoulder.
She rolled his eyes. Someone's still pissed about last week.
The match then spilled out of the ring, and surprising that's when Dean was able to get control again, by suplexing him right onto the ground.
Dean shot back up to his feet and looked around. "You have almost five minutes." She said knowing that he was trying to see the timer.
He nodded as he grabbed Del Rio and tossed him back into the ring.
She could tell that the man was feeling that timer on his back and that it was making him be more reckless. He was trying everything he could to end the match, but since his mind was more on the finish of the match, then the fight itself, Del Rio was able to counter a lot of his moves. And most of the counters ended up focusing on his arm.
But that didn't stop him from climbing up onto the ropes. It looked like he was trying to go for a Tornado DDT and it seemed to be good. Which was why Angel gasped when Dean just came crashing down onto his stomach.
The hit was so hard, that he bounced up onto his knees, only to be knocked straight back by a kick to the side of head.
"Dean!" She cried as his body landed bent and twisted.
Glancing up to the clock, she watched as the timer ticked over to seven minutes. "Come on Dean." She begged under her breath. He needed to get up. "Get up!" She clapped. Dean started to roll for the ropes. The man just kept rolling, until he fell to the floor.
When she checked on him, she could hear the fans yelling at him to get up. She could also hear Del Rio telling Dean to stop being a coward.
She grabbed his hand. "Dean, you're already seven minutes in, you can't waste time."
A mumble came from him, one that she couldn't make out, but he did squeeze her hand back.
Suddenly something grabbed Dean's left arm and yanked him off the ground. "Can't you hear what your girl is saying? Get up!" When a yell came from Dean, she glared at Del Rio who just chuckled at her. "Don't worry, little girl. I'll take good care of him." He threw Dean into the ring.
After that Del Rio was basically playing with Dean, allowing time to keep ticking on. When he finally let Dean go, Dean started to crawl across the ring. "Come on Dean, you got this."
"What is this?" Del Rio asked. "Is this the worm that you call your boyfriend? Pathetic."
Getting so frustrated from all of Del Rio's bullying. "If he's pathetic, then why can't you seem to put him away, huh?"
That smirk faded. "Watch me."
Del Rio rolled out of the ring, and walked up to Dean who was still trying to get into the corner. Del Rio then reached forward and grabbed him by the head, forcing him forward so that his cheek ended up against the steel pole.
Her eyes went wide. "No. No."
Del Rio stepped back, looked at her right in the eyes before he took off for the corner. Just as Del Rio's foot was about to smash into Dean's head, Dean pulled away, making Del Rio's foot smash right into the pole.
As he stumbled about, holding his leg, Dean lined himself up on the far side. She knew he was going to for a Suicide Dive. She didn't think it was a smart idea for him to do this, but she knew she couldn't stop him if she tried.
Dean came flying through the ropes and into Del Rio. The impact sent Del Rio over the barricade. A loud yell came from Dean as he hit the floor. It was evident that frustration was eating him up.
"Get in the ring!" She yelled trying to get him moving. "Just let him get counted out."
Dean shook his head. "Too early." He mumbled as he grabbed Del Rio and threw him back into the ring. Rushing, he climbed up to the top rope where he perched himself on the turnbuckle.
Fear rushed her, as she watched him trying and steady himself. She feared that those kicked to head had thrown off his equilibrium. Luckly, Dean didn't let her worry too long ago as he launched himself off the ropes and landed a Missile Dropkick, right into Del Rio's chest.
Adrenaline from the move landing rushed her, and she let out a loud cheer. "Let's go!" Dean went off on Del Rio, punching him until he was back in the corner. Dean sat up on the top rope once again and grabbed Del Rio. Jumping from the ropes, he hit Del Rio with a Tornado DDT that made up for the one that Del Rio got out of.
"Cover him!" She screamed even as Dean did just that.
Del Rio kicked out.
D.D.D.
Seething. Dean was seething as he looked up at the Titantron and watched the clock tick on. Almost thirteen minutes had passed. That was too much time, and if he didn't finish this soon, he would loose his chance to name the stipulation. Which meant he was going to have to live through a 'Dean verses Seth and everyone else in the locker room match." Or whatever Seth picked.
"Keep on him!" He heard Angel yell.
Glancing over, he saw her standing at the very edge of her ring, still in his hoodie vest. She was smacking as hard as she could on the apron. She was right, he had no time to sit here and worried about the time. He needed to take Del Rio out now, if he could only land the Dirty Deeds, though he needed to use his left arm…and boy oh boy he wasn't sure if his arm was up for it right now.
Have to get the blood flowing. Rubbing his shoulder, he lined himself up before throwing himself down on the mat, left arm first. Pain ripped through him, but he knew it was better then the numbness that was echoing down his fingertips. However, he didn't know if it was enough.
Trying not to worry about it, he got to his feet, and grabbed Del Rio. He maneuvered his hold, so that Del Rio's head was under his arm. When he was ready, he went to hit him with the Dirty Deeds, but Del Rio pulled against him. Not having enough strength in his arm, the man's head slipped easily from his grasp and suddenly he was being launched at the corner again.
Thank god, he was able to stop himself from going through the ropes, though he did end up ramming his shoulder against the turnbuckle. Groaning in pain, he started to turn around when something hit into his ribs.
The air was pushed from his lungs so fast that it burned. Fuck. He hissed.
As he tired to catch his breath, he felt Del Rio tear at his bandages. Clenching his jaw, he stood there and let Del Rio rip it off. It would be worse for him if he fought against it. When he was finished, Del Rio grabbed him around the waist and forced him up onto the turnbuckles.
Fighting the best he could to get free, Del Rio yanked his head back, and suddenly his vision blurred as he was pulled backwards off the turnbuckles. Preparing for the hit, he closed his eyes, which came hard and fast. And if his lungs burned before, they were on fire now.
Laying there, he let himself be turned over for the pin. Somewhere in his brain, he knew that he needed to kick out. As he felt the ref make his count, he forced his eyes open. When the second hit came, he mustered up the strength to break the pins.
When the crowd went off, he realized that he must have beat the third count.
"Almost at fourteen minutes!" Angel yelled.
Damn it. He tired to catch his breath. He had to finish this, had to. Frustration building, he pulled the tape that had apparently gotten stuck on the tape around his wrists and threw it somewhere. He tried to think of a plan on how to end this, but that was easier said then done as his head rang.
Slowly, he got to his feet and looked around to see Del Rio was singling for his Cross Arm Breaker. Fuck. He gritted his teeth. He couldn't allow that move to be locked in, it would be the end of him.
When he felt Del Rio's hands on him, he dropped down and rolled him up in a pin. A pin that Del Rio kicked out of.
Not giving him a moment to breath he started back on Del Rio. Every attack that he tried, Del Rio was able to kick out, and now there the timer read fifteen minutes.
Pissed off at himself, he decided to go for another Dirty Deeds, but once again he wasn't able to hold on with his left arm. This time it had costed him a load of time when Del Rio wrenched around his arm. When their eyes met, he could see a wicked smirk that was in Del Rio's eyes. He shook his head, he readied himself for what was about to happen.
Del Rio jumped up into the air, letting himself fall backwards while bringing his knees upwards. Pain rattled him as his arm smashed against his knees.
Clenching his jaw so tight that his teeth hurt, he fought against the curse that was trying to push its way out. He knew it wouldn't be pretty. Stumbling over to the ropes, he was surprised when Del Rio was next him almost immediately.
Before he knew it, Del Rio had a hold of his arm and was dangling over the ropes, his only lifeline being said arm.
Four seconds. He told himself as he tried to hold on. All he had to do was last four seconds. He could go it. He could. There was no way, he was tapping out. No, Del Rio would really have to rip his arm off. When finally, the four count finally happened and the ref forced Del Rio to let him go, there was a rush of relief that blasted through him. It was almost pleasurable.
Stepping away from the ropes, he fell backwards onto his ass. He held his arm close to him and looked up to see Del Rio mocking him.
"What are you going to do?" Del Rio asked him. "Do something."
I'm still trying to figure that out. The one move that he knew could end this match, he couldn't get done. His left arm wasn't holding up for the Dirty Deeds. If only he could do it with his right arm. He drew his brows together. Why couldn't he use his right arm? He thought as Del Rio grabbed him.
Not able to find an answer to why he couldn't, he quickly spun out of Del Rio's hold and wrapped his right arm around the man's neck. Ignoring how off it felt, he swung his leg out to throw both of them down to the mat for the Dirty Deeds.
"Shit it worked." He said as he flipped Del Rio over for the cover.
"One. Two. Three." The Ref and crowd counted.
He had won it. He had done it!
He quickly rolled out of the ring. He wasn't sure if he got a hundred percent of the Dirty Deeds, and he knew if he didn't Del Rio was a type of person to be vengeful, and he didn't want to chance it.
"You did it!" He heard as two arms wrapped around him.
Cringing from the pain, he patted Angel's arms since he couldn't really hug her. "What's the time."
"Fifteen forty-two."
"Damn it." He cursed. "Seth can easily beat that."
"I mean RVD could beat him." She tired to be positive.
"He could." He fell backwards.
"Oh, you're bleeding." She gasped.
"Am I?"
"Your nose."
Bringing his hand up to check, he saw there wasn't anything on it. "What?"
"Not there." She said pointing to the bridge of her own nose.
"Ah." He said touching the same spot that she pointed out. "Yep, that's blood."
"Let's go get that checked out." She put her hand out for him.
Begrudgingly he used her and the ref to get to his feet. Once stable, he wrapped his good arm around Angel's shoulder, they both spun around to wave to the fans. "We need a plan." He said as they slowly walked backwards up the ramp.
"Wow, Mr. Fuck-it wants to come up with a plan."
"Be nice I'm hurt."
"Oh, poor baby." She picked as they got backstage.
A.A.A.
Sighing Angel fell into the metal seat that was shoved into their small corner. "Fifteen minutes… that's a lot of time."
"I know." Dean groaned. "Fucking Del Rio."
She looked over at him and watched as he rubbed his shoulder. She was worried about all the damage that he had accumulated over his match with Del Rio but she had to remind herself that they had already seen the medics and after rewrapping it and tapping some ice to it, they said he was good to go.
Clearning her throat, she looked back up to Dean's face and said. "So, what are we doing to do?"
She took a deep breath. "We need to run some distractions. Keep Seth's attention off the match."
"So, you're not just going to run in there and punch RVD in the face making Seth lose?"
He shook his head. "I thought about that, but I think it would be a bad idea to get on RVD's bad side."
She chuckled. "That's true. So, are you going to dress up and do the hula or something?"
"I could." He looked like he was truly thinking about it before he shook his head. "I was thinking to go a little more personal with him. Maybe go after his precious little Money in the Bank briefcase."
"Oh, hitting him where it hurts."
"And I'm going to go wild with it. My plan it to ruin it a bit." He said with a smirk.
She raised a brow at him. "Are we talking dents or?"
"Maybe. Maybe something else. I'm still working it all up in my head."
"Can't wait to see what you got cooking up there."
Well, she had to wait, and wait a long time. Since there was no real schedule to tonight's show, she had no idea that Seth's match was going to the main event. Really the only way she found out, was when she texted Hank after three matches went by and Seth's wasn't one of them.
Well about an hour later, they were camped out at one of the bottom entrances to the floor. Dean was standing in a corner, wearing a John Cena baseball hat, that he just so happened to find backstage. Though she was sure anyone who really looked at him would know that it was Dean standing there. Other then the hat, Dean was wearing the same jeans he wore for his match, the same tank-top, he even still had his wrist tapped up still. The only thing he changed from his appearance earlier was he was now wearing the grey leather jacket that her mom had got him.
Looking down at herself, she realized that she couldn't say much. She was still wearing everything that she has worn or the match, she was even still wearing Dean's vest hoodie. In fact, she had the hood up trying to at least mask herself a little bit.
How haven't we been noticed?
RVD's music kicked in.
"Here we go." She turned to Dean who still had his head down. She saw the little nod that he had given her.
The following is the second match in the Dean Ambrose-Seth Rollins Beat the Clock Challenge. If Seth Rollins can beat Rob Van Dam in under fifteen minutes and forty-two seconds, he will get to name the stipulation for his match against Dean Ambrose at Summerslam." Justin Roberts announced right before Seth's theme kicked in. They listened as Seth theme played and the crowd reacted to him.
"We'll give them a few seconds before we head down."
Suddenly the music stopped, and Justin Roberts voice echoed through the speakers again. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Per the Authority Rob Van Dam will not be Seth's Rollins opponent in the Beat the Clock Challenge."
"WHAT!" Dean barked as his head shot up. "Mother fucker."
"Seth's new opponent will be…"
We're a Three Man Band!
"Fuck no!"
They peaked through the opening to see Heath Slater coming down the ramp. "That's a bunch of bullshit."
"We should have known." Dean said tugging at the had that he was still wearing. "I should have known that they would pull something like this. having RVD being is opponent was too fair."
Angel shook her head as she watched RVD get out of the ring and Heath Slater get into it. No hate of Heath but he wasn't the toughest person, and the Authority Defenatnly knew what they were doing when they picked him to replace RVD.
"I guessing we're not going to give the few seconds to get started?" She turned towards Dean.
"Nope." He said as the bell rang.
As they made their way slowly across the floor, they watched as Seth chatted with Heath. She was guessing he was trying to talk the man into giving him an easy win. And it looked like it was working.
Just as she thought that Heath was about to get out of the ring, he spun around and threw a punch right into Seth's face. "Well, that's something." She said as the fight seemed to fight.
In front of her, she watched as Dean took off the hat that he was wearing and put it on some random kids head before squeezing through the small opening that lead into the timekeeper area.
Walking passed; she watched as the kid tried to figure out what the hell was going on. He looked from the hat to Dean and back before letting out a yell. "Dean just gave me a John Cena hat!" He sounded so confused as they showed their mom.
Giggling to herself, she passed through the timekeeper's area behind Dean who was watching Seth attacking Slater. "What's up?"
"The asshole hasn't even noticed me yet." He sighed.
"We can't have that."
"No, we can't." He sighed. "So, what should we do about it?"
An idea popped into her head and she sighed knowing that it was brilliant but she was about to embarrass herself. "I got this." She said walking around him. Taking a deep breath, she locked her eyes on the two fighting men in the ring, before she started skipping around the ring in very AJ Lee fashion.
She wasn't even halfway around the ring when the fans started to cheer, which peaked Seth's attention. Looking up from the puddle of a man that was one Heath Slater, Seth looked around. When his eyes landed on her, he drew his brows together. "Angel?"
"Hi, Sethie." She waved.
"What the…" She heard as his voice trailed off at the same time she passed in front of Dean. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked. "I didn't mess with your match at all."
"Wow." Dean put his hands up. "We're just here to watch."
"Whatever." Seth shook his head. "Do you see how much time I got left."
"Yeah, about fourteen minutes." She answered as she skipped around Dean.
"Go do it." Dean told him.
Clearly irritated at their arrival, Seth took off across the ring and went to hit Slater who was getting to his feet in the corner, when suddenly Slater jumped out of the way, making Seth smash into the turnbuckles. As Seth was stunned by the hit, Slater jumped up and hit Seth with a Neck Breaker.
"Hey, that's not fair. If Randy did that move, Cole would be screaming that it was an RKO out of nowhere, but Slater does it and it's just a Neck Breaker."
"So true." Dean said wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Good job getting his attention. Loved the skipping."
"Hey, I thought it added a nice touch."
"It did."
Slater when for a pin and surprisingly, almost got the three count.
"Shit that was close."
"Seth better keep his head in the game."
"That he should." Dean nodded. "Now where is that case of his?" He asked looking around. "Ah, there it is." He gestured over to the corner of the ring where Seth's Money in the Bank briefcase was sitting. He clicked his tongue. "That's dangerous to have something like that in the ring during a match, someone should move it."
Smirking, Dean started to walk around the small area between the announcer's table and the ring, as if he had no real purpose. That was until he got to the corner. Swaying on his feet, he looked up at Seth and waited, waited until he looked back at him before snatching the case and walking away as if he had done nothing wrong.
"Dean!" Seth called after him. "You can't just steal my case. Give it back."
Angel had to bite her lip as Dean the case out towards her. "Look what I found." He said. "Can you believe that someone just left this laying around."
"No. Not at all." She said not able to stop from laughing.
"Maybe there's some identification of who's this is inside."
"Maybe."
They walked over to the announce table, and set the case down on it, right in front of Jerry Lawler. Knowing that everyone, even Seth had their eyes on him, Dean made a big show as he tried to open the case. Which was easier than he made it out to be since it wasn't locked at all.
"What's this?" Dean said as he finally popped it open.
Angel blinked at what she saw inside. It was a real WWE contract. She had always thought that when they said there was a contract for a championship match inside the case, that that was all for show, and really the contract was the case itself.
"No. No. NO! NO!" Seth yelled as Dean picked up the contract. "That's my contract."
She watched as Dean ruffled through the four-page contract and her jaw dropped. "What's all in that contract?" She asked snatching the thing out of Dean's hands, accidently ripping two of the pages from it's staple. "Oops." She glanced up at Dean.
She watched as he tried to fight the urge to smile while looking at the two pages that were still in his hand. "Huh? Not sure what's in one of these contracts, this is the first time I've ever seen a Money in the Bank contract up close." He said quickly scanning the papers. "What I got looks to be a lot of legal jargon about having to use the contract before the end of the year. What about you?"
She looked at the papers in her hands and quicky read over some of it. "Oh, I have the part that talks about the championship match, anytime, anywhere." She said handing it back to him. "I didn't know they actually put that all in words like this."
"It's probably so that people like the Authority can't change it to benefit themselves."
"Ture."
From over in the ring, she could hear Seth freaking out about them ripping his contract. That they were committing a crime, and those words must have hit Dean just right because the man turned to look at Seth with contract in his hands.
Locking eyes with the man, he slowly ripped the contract right in half. "Oooh." He cringed as if ripping it hurt him as well. As Seth freaked out in the ring, Dean stacked them and did it again.
"Angel, do something!" JBL yelled at her. "Stop your lunatic, he's destroying Seth's contract."
"Oh, is he?" She gave a fake gasp as she turned to Dean. "We can fix it. Do you have some tape? Yeah, some tape would work…." Dean ripped it again this time using his teeth. "You know what, I don't think tape will work anymore." She sighed as he blew the pieces out of his mouth, some of them landing on her.
With the crowd going nuts, and the three men on the announce table freaking out, it was hard to hear Seth has he screamed at them, but she did hear him say something about the contract doesn't matter, he's still Mr. Money in the Bank. Right before he turned around and into a big boot from Slater.
She hissed as Seth hit the mat. "He should really pay attention on his match."
"He should." When Seth kicked out at two, she heard Dean click his tongue, he then reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, handing it to her. "Hold this."
"Ok?" She blinked looking down at the worn leather wallet. Confused, she looked back at the man, but he wasn't in the spot next to her anymore. Turning about, she looked around to see what he was up to when she saw him walking up to the front row of fans behind them. Without a word, he grabbed a fan's drink, and now she wasn't so confused on why he handed her the wallet.
Opening it, she quickly took out a twenty and ran over to the guy, who both looked amused and a little ticked off. "Sorry about that!" She said handing him the twenty.
Looking at the money in his hand, the guy said. "It was only like eight bucks."
"Keep the change." She said making her way back to Dean just in time to watch him pour the drink into Seth's case.
"I hope it's waterproof." She heard Cole say.
"Put that down!" Seth yelled as he launched Slater across the ring.
Placing the case back onto the announce table, Dean put up his hand and walked away from. Still a little shocked about what he had just done, she walked over to the case and looked inside. "I don't think it's waterproof." She said pointing to the corner of the case, where the drink was leaking out onto the table. "I would be careful, King."
"Oh thanks." He said quickly moving his phone from the table.
Smiling at him, she looked up to see Dean on the other side of the table, reaching over the barricade to another lot of fans. This time he stole their popcorn from them. "Excuse me." She said quickly as she pulled out another twenty. Pushing her way behind the three men in their office chairs, she passed the twenty off to the fan. "Sorry about that."
"Don't be." They said taking the bill. "Does he want my beer too?"
"Or my Nachos?" Another fan asked.
She shrugged. "Who knows."
This time when she went to find Dean, he was right in front of her. "Come on." He said pointing at his wrist like he was wearing a watch. "Gotta keep an eye on that clock."
Turning to the clock herself, she saw that about three minutes had gone by, and she wondered if they could really keep this up for another eleven. Though, their plan was certainly working. Seth wasn't able to stay focused, which meant he wasn't able to put Slater away quicky, and in fact, Slater was able to get in some moves of his own.
"Oh gross."
She looked over to see that Dean had pour the popcorn that he had stolen into the case as well. "What are you making over there?" She asked as she pocketed Deans wallet the best she could.
"I don't know." He answered her. "I was going for a salty sweet thing, but I think it needs something."
She nodded and looked around, trying to find something else to add to the mix. And though a few fans were excited to contribute their food and drinks, she knew Dean was really looking for something different. Something… Her eyes landed on the cowboy hate that sat on the edge of the announce table. Just like in cartoons and movies, she could see the devil and the angel appeared on her shoulders. One was telling her not to take the hat, that it wasn't nice to ruin someone personal property. The other side was telling him that JBL was an asshole, and it would be funny….
The devil won out as she grabbed the hat off the table.
"What are you doing?" JBL asked as she put the hat on and walked away. "That's my hat. Why does she have my hat?"
Moving around the table, she ran into Dean who was smiling at her with his tongue out. "You look good in that."
"Do I?" She asked striking a pose.
Again, trying to fight the laughter as he reached down and took the hat from her. "What about me." He put it on.
As she tried to think of something witty to say, she stepped back to get a good look at him, and her mouth dropped. Whatever witty response she had went away and she said. "So hot." The honest response pushing from her, she felt her face grow warm.
Winking at her, Dean turned to strut his stuff towards the case that was still sitting open on the table. And one thought popped into Angel's mind. Save a horse.
However, that thought quickly went away as she watched him shove the hat right into the soda and popcorn filled case. "Ew."
"Ew is right." Cole laughed.
Looking at JBL, she did her best to put on a coy smile and said. "I would wash that before you wear it next."
"SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!" JBL yelled as he glared at her.
Putting her hands up, before walking away. Though before she could get around the table, something splashed her in the face. Stunned, she looked up to see Dean standing on the table, swinging the closed case in his hand, making soda fly everywhere.
Wiping her face off with her hand, she shook her head at the scene in front of her. While Dean stood proudly on the table like he had won the damn case, all three members of commentary were cowering away from the flying soda. It was certainly a moment that her and the fans were going to remember.
"ONE! TWO!" She spun around instantly to see that Slater had rolled Seth up. "THREE!"
Her eyes went wide as she turned to Dean who look as shocked as she was. "Slater won?"
"Slater won." He nodded.
"The winner of this match Heath Slater." Justin Roberts announced as 3MB's theme started, making it official.
"NO!" Seth screamed. "COME ON!"
"Ooo…" Dean cringed. "That sucks." He dropped the case.
They both watched as Seth had a full out tantum in the ring. It was very sad looking. As the man's frustration built up, Dean hoped down from the table.
"We should probably get out of here." He said.
"I agree."
Keeping an eye on Seth, they slowly made their way back through the way they came in. Fans cheered and patted them as they went. They were even followed the whole way to the backstage area. Getting past the guards that stopped the fans from following them back, the two of them turned to each other and just started laughing.
"Oh my god. That went so well." She said almost falling over.
"It did." He nodded. "I can't believe it! I knew we would mess him up, but for him to lose against Slater, in a roll up pin." He yelled. "FUCK YES!" He said spinning her around.
Her laughter turned into gasping for air as her sides started to hurt. "Dean!" She tried to wiggle out of his grasp. "Please. I can't. Breath."
"Shit man, Angel looks like she's about to implode." They heard, making Dean stop and put her down finally.
"Yo, Roman!" Dean said stepping forward and clapping the man on the arm. "Did you see that shit out there."
"Of course." He said clapping Dean back. "You got under Seth's skin big time."
"That's what I always aim for."
Holding her aching sides, Angel said. "I don't know if you could have done it any better."
"Oh." Dean smirked. "Baby, that was nothing. If Slater didn't roll Seth up when he did, I had a plan to rip out the lining of the case, then punt it up the ramp. I also had plans to find his shirt and give that away to a random person, I could have kept that this up for at least the full fifteen minutes, or more."
She shook her head. "I'm sure that you had enough ideas cooked up that you could have tortured Seth the whole show."
"Maybe not the whole show, but for a while yes."
Rolling her eyes, she turned to Roman and noticed a thin line of staples that ran down his forehead. "Roman." She said rubbing her eyes as if she was seeing things.
"Yes?"
"What the hell is that?" She pointed.
"Oh, staples." He said like it was no big deal. "I had to get six of them…"
"SIX!" She gasped, walking up to him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down so she could get a better look at them. "You didn't have these before."
"Oh, I was waiting for the medics to set up."
"Why didn't you mention that you needed staples?"
Roman's eyes flickered too behind her. "Because I was focusing on everything else." He then slowly mouthed 'Eva'.
Biting her lip, she let Roman go and look back at Dean who seemed to be a little too hyped up to really be paying attention. With a small nod, she stepped back and said. "Do I have to call Galina or…"
"Already did."
"Thank god." She sighed. "I don't think I really could survive a ass whooping from her."
"Babygirl, you never have to worry about that, Galina is good at saving the ass whoopins for me."
"Hey, I've been the victim to a few ass whoopins from Galina." Dean spoke up.
"Yeah, because you've deserved it." Roman pointed out.
"Fair." He shrugged.
As Stephanie's theme started up in the arena, they all groaned. "Did she really save her contract signing for the main event?"
"Of course, she did."
"That's what everyone wants to see at the end of the night, her and Brie signing a piece of paper."
"You know as well as I do, that it never ends in just signing the papers." Roman stated. "There's going to be a little bit of a brawl."
"Yeah, but nothing warranting the main event spot of the show."
"Do we have to stick around for this?" Dean asked. "Or can we just head out, find a bar to hang out in and celebrate Slater's victory over Seth."
"You want to invite Slater out to the bar with us?"
"Hell no. But I will raise drink up in his name."
"That makes more sense." Roman said. "I'm down. Angel?"
"Do I have a choice?" She asked looking between her two trouble makers. "Someone has to keep you two in line."
"Invite Reene and we'll make it a party."
"You're just bribing me." She said pulling Dean's wallet out of her pocket. "Well, if you want to party, you're going to need this. Also, you need to start carrying smaller bills. I had to give away forty bucks today."
"That's fine." He said taking the wallet. "The fans weren't mad, were they?"
She shook her head. "I don't think so. One guy tried to give me his drink and nachos."
"Nachos, damn just think what it would have been like if I added nachos in there."
"Gross. The cheese mixing with the soda would have been gross."
Angel gagged at the thought. "I'm so glad that I passed those up. I got a face full of soda, and to think it could have been cheesy soda…no thanks."
The boys laughed.
Katara Melody Cullen: I'm glad you liked the chapter. I though the date was fun. Don't worry about the plot hole, I think I covered it with a Roman sized bandage. You tell me. Also, you'll find out soon what was on the paper that Dean threw away. Lol
Katmoonchild: Doesn't even look at Eva. We all know that Dean only has eyes for our girl. Lol
BrookeWorm3: I'm so glad you're still enjoying the story. More cute and sexy moments are coming I promise. Just a bit hard to keep everything fresh, when you've been writing a story as long as for as long as this one.
Sonia: I'm glad you liked the chapter! You'll see soon about the paper. Lol.