Welcome to Chapter One Hundred Three. I hope you guy like this. Happy New Year by the way! I hope you all had a great start to 2023

Thursday: August 7, 2014/Smackdown: August 8, 2014

Angel laughed as she ran down the list to different stipulations that she found on the internet. "You should see some of these." She called to Dean who was searching for his PJs in his bag. He normally would just sleep in either the nude or in his boxers but since they were at her parent's house, he wanted to be 'respectful' and 'not chance his cock being out'.

"Tell me some."

"Blindfold match."

"Hell no. Those matches always go one way. One man will be a trooper and does the fucking stipulation, while the other one will take theirs off and beat the shit out of him."

"Reduced clothing match."

"What the fuck is that?"

"It's a woman's match." She sighed.

"Should have known."

"Yeah, but I'm sure that WWE Universe would love to see you and Seth fight in your underwear." She said. "Or at least half of it."

"How about no."

"There's the trading places match, where you must dress up as each other and use each other's entrance music."

"Nope. I will never wear that Power Ranger shit."

"Oh, here are some of the more 'normal' matches." She told him. "Ambulance match, buried alive match, casket match…"

"Ambulance match, maybe but no to the others. I think the Undertaker would come out of nowhere and Chokeslam me to Hell."

"There's a dumpster match? Which is just an ambulance match but with a dumpster."

"Oh that sound intriguing. FUCK YEAH!" He said pulling out a very wrinkled pair of PJ pants. "I knew they were still in there."

She shook her head. "I bet they weren't cleaned since they last time you wore then either."

"The last time I wore these were the last time we were here."

"So, I'm right."

He shrugged. "It's not like I pissed them or something."

"Ew."

"I said I didn't piss them." He swung them around. "Just keep reading."

Smiling at herself, she started back down the list. "A stretcher match?"

"Too, competitional for me."

"What does that even mean?"

"It's too much like a race."

"Ok. What about a steel cage match?"
"Oh, put that in the maybe pile."

She nodded as she read the next match type. "This one is right up your alley."

"What is it?"

"An Asylum match. It's a match that was created by Scott Steiner in WCW…"

"Oh shit, yeah. It has like small chain link cage in the middle of the ring or something like that."

"Yep, winner by submission only."

"I don't think that WWE is going to want to go through the archives to find that fucking thing."

"Hey, they did say any stipulation."

"They did, but I'm not even sure that that cage still exists." He said changing his pants to the PJs.

"True. I don't want to make that much work for Hank either."

"I think he might finally want to kill us."

"What's the next match?"

"A barbed wire steel cage."

"Yeah, no. Barbed wire is not PG."

She chuckled. "Them I'm sure I shouldn't mention the razor wire steel cage match."

"Yeah that's not better."

"What's a Cage of Death match?" She asked. "It says it's from CZW."

A huge smile came to his face. "Oh the Cage of Death, I never got to do the match but it was a big thing for us, it was our WrestleMania. It's a steel cage match with weapons littering the cage. Again nothing the PG world of WWE would allow but what a memory just hearing the name brought back."

"I'm glad that the words Cage of Death made you feel nostalgic." She told him as he joined her on the bed.

"It really did." He leaned against her.

"There are several chamber matches. Chamber of Extreme, Chamber of Horrors, Doomsday Chamber of Blood…"

"That's is a lot of chambers."

"Followed by cage matches."

Let's try a match that doesn't have a big structure as a key part of it." He said.

"Ok, then that leaves fall count anywhere, no DQ match, street fight, Um…A lumberjack match."

Dean shot straight up. "A lumberjack match! Why didn't I think about that."

"You want to do a lumberjack match?"
He nodded wildly. "Thank about it, think of how prefect it is. The Shield made tons of enemies as we fought through the locker room. I wouldn't be surprised if half or more of them would be happy to become the wall that forces Seth and I to stay in the ring and beat the shit out of each other."

"That's true."

"It also solves all the other problems that we had. They'll stop Seth from running way, and they can stop Kane or anyone else the Authority wants to send in to take me out."

"That's true, but what stops the Authority from loading up the lumberjacks."

"Nothing, but there's no way the Authority could buy everyone who would sign up to be a lumberjack."

"I hope your right." She sighed. She did not need to see a thirty man beat down of Dean.

"Trust me, darlin'" He said leaned over to hiss her on the head.

There was a knock on the door making both of them look over to see her mom standing there. "Shower is free."

"Thanks for the heads up." Dean said jumping from the bed.

"You're welcome." She said smiling at him. "You two better be behaving yourself in here."

"Me behaving?" He fainted hurt. "It's like you don't even know me."

"I'm serious."

"Don't worry mom, we are."

"Then what's with those childish smiles on both your faces?"

"We picked the stipulations."

"Oh, did you?" She gasped. "What did you come up with?" The interest in her mother's eyes made her giggle.

"An old fashion lumberjack match."

"Oh, that's the one where a bunch of the other Superstars surround the ring so that neither of the opponents can leave the ring, right?"

"Bingo." He walked towards the door. "It's prefect."

She took a deep breath. "I'm just glad that it's not something stupid like a thumbtack match or a barbwire match."

"Can't do those in WWE." Dean sighed. "It's not PG."

"Thank god. I don't think I could take it if I had to watch you do something like that." Her mom's face grew pale.

Dean looked over his shoulder. "Don't show her any of my CZW stuff."

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Oh no." Her mom shook her head. "I've heard too much about that death match stuff you used to do. Not for me. No thank you."

"It's not for me either." She said making sure to give Dean a hard look.

"Hey, as long as I stay in the WWE, you won't have to worry about any of that." Dean said putting his hand up. "Now if you excuse me ladies, I'm in need of a shower."

"I already put a towel in the bathroom for you."

"You're the best." He winked.

As Dean slipped out of the room, Angel watched her mom take a deep breath. "A weight off my shoulders."

"You really did think that Dean was going to do something really dangerous didn't you."

"Who wouldn't!" She said. "I mean, it's a match against Seth. As much as he wants to hide it, I know that Dean has a sick obsession on getting his revenge on Seth."

"He does." And he wasn't hiding it.

"I didn't know how far he was willing to go to get it."

In truth, neither did she.

D.D.D.

By the time he was done with his shower, Dean's mind was racing about his upcoming match with Seth. He still thought that the lumberjack stipulation was the best one to use to get exactly what he wanted; Seth couldn't run away. Again.

However, Angel was right. There was no way of telling if the Authority was going to stack the lumberjacks against him. Meaning he could be out there ready for a one on one fight, when suddenly twenty men jump him and allow Seth to slip away.

Glancing up at the mirror, he wondered who would sign up to be a lumberjack, and would they side with the Authority.

The first thing to pop into his mind was RybAxel. After everything the Shield put them through, he was sure they would be the first two names on the sheet. Not to mention they have already shown that they would side with the Authority.

The next name, that popped in his head was Bo Dallas. He was always up for doing random shit for the company, but after what happened the other day in the elevator, he was sure that Bo would take any chance to fuck him over.

Then there was RVD. Rumor had it he was really pissed off about Seth using him on Monday, so chances are he would sign up to get a chance to mess up Seth.

Fandango would be there. He never got a chance to get back at them for throwing him off the stage. And then there was the Wyatts, maybe not Bray since he had a match against Chris Jericho, but Erick and Luke would be there.

From there he knew that there were many more who still held a grudge, but he couldn't be certain that they would sign up to be lumberjacks. Which was concerning since all the people he named minus the Wyatts and RVD would be more then willing to side with the Authority. RVD and the Wyatts were just going to do whatever they wanted to.

Sighing, he hung his towel up on the bar next to the shower and headed out of the room. Could he never get a favor fight with Seth? Ever?

Walking into the guest room, he saw Angel sitting on the far side of the bed looking at her phone, where he left her. "So, I've been thinking about the match." She said as soon as he got to his side of the bed.

"Me too."

She looked up from her phone. "Oh? Did you change your mind?"

He shook his head. "No. I was just trying to figure out how would sign up to be a lumberjack and if they Authority could use them against me."

"That's what I was thinking about too." She said. "And I think I might have a plan for that."

"Let's hear it." He said sitting on the bed.

"It's a long shot, but what if we try to stack the lumberjacks in our favor."

"I don't have that many friends, Angel."

"I understand that, but we could probably get Jimmy and Jey, and maybe even the Rhodes brothers. Then I'm sure there's a few people who don't hate that much who might be willing to help."

He thought about it, even with just the Usos and the Rhodes brothers out there, that at least gave him a small advantage of not having someone control by the Authority. "Any ideas who don't hate me that much?"

She nodded. "I was thinking Big E and Kofi. Possibly Heath Slater."

"Slater? You think he doesn't hate me enough to turn to the Authority? We gave him a bad beat down not to long ago."

"But you also help him get a win over Seth on Monday."

"I know, but you also gave him a win on Monday."

"He might not see it that way."

"There's only one way to find out."

He nodded and leaned back into the bed. "True."

"Hey, we might be lucky, maybe people hate Seth more then you." She joked.

He chuckled. "He is an asshole."

"He is."

He shifted in his spot. "Why is it even when I win, I lose."

"Huh?" She asked putting her phone on the end table. "What do you mean?"

"I won the challenge and was rewarded with the ability to pick the stipulation for the match. Which should give me an advantage but nope. Not only do have to figure out what match would best work against Seth, I have figure out a work around so that the Authority can't screws me as much as normal."

Angel rolled over and put her head on his chest. "Because you're a good person and no good Dean goes unpunished."

"Shut up." He laughed.

She laughed back. "You love it."

"Nah, too cheesy." He held her tight. "It would be like me all you my Angel sent from heaven."

She shook her head against him. "Wow that really his cheesy, isn't it."

"Too cheesy."

"So are we officially going with the lumberjack match?" She asked. "I can text Hank and let him know?"

He took a deep breath and gave one last go over the whole idea. "Yeah, let him know."

A.A.A

"Yes!" Angel cheered as they made their way through the airport. "Hank texted me while we were flying, he said 'Sounds good. Why don't we start the show with a in ring promo to announce the match'."

Dean stuck his tongue out as he looked down at her. "Perfect."

"You know that means that Seth's probably going to have something to say about this."

"Oh yeah, I'm planning on that." He said as they turned the corner into the lobby of the airport.

A loud sigh came from both of them, as they saw the wall or 'fans' wanted to get autographs, from the different WWE superstars that were landing here today. They already had Cesaro in their grasps. "Here we go."

"Yep."

As soon as the wall saw them, it started. "Dean! Dean! Ambrose! Angel! Angel Miles! Miss Miles! Mr Ambrose!" They called them over by any name they possibly could.

Putting on a fake smile, they both walked over to the wall and said hi. They started to press all different kinds of things at them. Pictures, merch, even a few things that weren't meant for them. Even as Angel smiles and signed the different pieces, she clenched her jaw. It took her a little bit to realize it but the people who met them at the airport like this weren't fans, they were guys trying to earn a buck by selling their autographs online.

After about five minutes of signing things, both her and Dean made eye connect and that was their sign it was time to go. "Sorry, we really have to run." She said even as they still tried to push things into their hands. "Sorry. Got to make it to the show."

"Like the lady said, we got to go." Dean said as he helped her push through the crowd. "Hope to see you at the show."

They quickly made their way over the where the rental car pick up was.

"Why do they have to do that?" She huffed. "It's so gross."

"I've been asking myself that since I started." Dean told her. "Some people don't care how scummy is it."

"They make it hard to figure out who's a real fan."

"Yep."

When they got to the car rental spot, a certain blonde-haired woman. "Hey!"

"Hey." Angel smile back.

"Did you get stopped?"

"Oh, of course." Dean said clearly ticked off about it. "Did they get you?"

Renee sighed. "Yeah, they showed me pictures of myself that I haven't seen in years."

"They used to try and get me to sign a bunch of Moxley stuff but since I'm not allowed to sign with any fake names or names that I might have wrestled with outside of WWE, they stopped. Apparently, it loses value if I sign something Monley related as Dean Ambrose."

"That's so weird, it's still you."

Dean shrugged. "Roman once told me that some one got mad at him for signing something Roman Reigns, since it was a picture of him back in FCW when he went as his Samoan name."

"That's stupid."

"Isn't it."

"Speaking of Roman are we waiting for him?"

Dean shook his head. "Nah, he's on the flight to Australia."

"Oh, yeah I forgot that he was on road team a."

"Yeah, he gests to go down under while we have to come back to Texas."

"Texas isn't that bad."

"No it's not, but it's not Australia."

"I mean you got me there." Renee laughed.

After getting their rental car, they piled in and started to the arena.

"So, do you have any plans for tonight?" Renee asked.

"We're starting the show off with an in ring promo."

"A promo for?" She leaned forward.

Dean chuckled at the eagerness in her voice. "To announce what stipulation that we picked."

"And that would me?" She asked. "Or are you going to make me wait?"

"Maybe." Dean smirked.

"Asshole."

Angel laughed as she shook her head. "No, no tell her."

"Tell her what?"

"Tell her the stipulation."

"Oh, why didn't you just say so." He said. "We're going with a lumberjack match."

Angel watched as Renee thought it over. "Smart." She said. "Lumberjacks make it that Seth can't run away."

"That's what we were thinking."

"But it also means that there are twenty men who might be able to persuaded by the Authority to attack me."

"That is also a thing." She sighed. "It's shitty that you have to worry about that."

"Just another day at the office." Dean shrugged.

"You've never had an office job but being scared that your bosses will send a bunch of dudes in to beat you up isn't normal."

"It's not. Damn."

When they pulled into the arena, they were greeted with another wall of fans. These ones were waving signs and they cheered and yelled for them when they realized how they were.

"Look it's the early birds." Renee said as she looked out the window at the group standing near the parking lot entrance.

After Dean parked car, they all got out and headed towards the trunk to grab their bags. When they lifted the hatch, Angel was surprised that nothing came crashing out. Without Roman there to finalize the Jenga game, which was their things, the stack was a little unstable. Just like the man who made it.

"Alright, Renee here you go." Dean said pulling out her bags first since they were on top.

"Thank you." She said wheeling her things away to give him enough room to pull the rest of the bags you.

"We got everything?" He asked, handed Angel her laptop.

Carefully she wrapped the around herself and grabbed her show bag. "I'm good. You?"

"I'm good. Renee?"

"Yep."

"Alright let's do this thing.

"Did you hear about the mountain of a match that's happening tonight?"

"I haven't."

"Apparently, they're trying to make up for the fact that half the roster is not even in the country at the moment, so they're pairing up the Big Show and Mark Henry to fight RybAxel tonight."

"That's a lot of man meat in the ring all at once." Dean joked.

"Ew, don't say that again."

"What man meat?"

"Yes."

"Ok, I won't say man meat again."

Renee sighed. "If she doesn't' slap you, I will."

Pulling into the talent's entrance, they stopped at the front tables and signed in, and grabbed everything they needed for today, and the rest of the weekends. And of course it was another weekend where Seth and Dean were scheduled to fight, but really it was going to turn into Dean trying to get his hands on Seth and Seth wrestling his way out. However, she didn't think he was going to mind that much his weekend since he had the lumberjack match to look forward too.

"Half a good show." The person behind the table said as they walked off.
"I got to meet up with Eden before the meeting." Renee said as they looked around for the paper signs that would be taped against the wall, letting them know where everything is. "So, I'll have to meet you there.

"Sounds good. Dean and I are going to find our spot, and then I'll head towards the conference room."

"Ok, see you there."

"See you."

Walking down the hall, they pasted catering, passed the men's locker room, the woman's locker room and even the wardrobe, make up and hair departments, before Dean finally stopped small nook of the hallway filled with road cases and whatnots.

"Home week home." He announced as he tossed his bag out of the way.

"It's so lovely. You always find the best places." She chuckled.

"Don't I."

…

"Show is starting in about two minutes!" Hank called from behind the monitors in the gorilla called to everyone in the room plus, everyone that could hear him over the earpiece. "Get Dean Ambrose's music cued up. I'll give you the go to play."

Hyping herself up, by hopping in place, she turned towards Dean who was holding a piece of paper in his hand. "What's that?" She asked.

"Nothing." He said holding it up. "I think it's the receipt from the sandwich I bought at the airport." He said flipping it over. "It is."

She raised a brow. "Ok? Do you need to throw it away?"

"Nah, I think I'm going to use to it, to act like I've wrote down all these different ridiculous ideas, before actually saying what I picked."

"Playing right into the Lunatic Fringe name."

"Can't beat them." He said.

"Just be careful not to show the logo or company name at all, I don't want Vince coming down on our heads for advertising or anything like that."

"Shit, your right." He said folding the receipt in half. "How's this?" He held it up as if he was reading from it.

"Should be good, just don't unfold it. I can sorta see the logo there."

"Don't unfold it. Got it."

"Going live in. Three…Two…One…" She heard Hank call out. "Pan over the crowd, ready to play Ambrose's music. Alright, you're a go Michael. Cue Ambrose's music."

The revving of Dean's music started almost instantly.

"Knock them dead out there!" Hank called at them.

Angel gave a wave as they started through the curtain. Walking slow, they started down the ramp and to the ring. "Good crowd we have here."

"Seems like it." Dean nodded before he hopped up onto the apron. Ducking through the second rope, he sat down, hold it open for her.

Climbing up, not as fluid as he did, she made onto the apron and stepped through the ropes, thanking him as she went. She then walked over to the far side of the ring to grab the mic, before joining him in the middle of the ring.

As Dean's music played loud and proud, they played a cut together montage of all the antics Dean did to distract Seth, and it was pretty good. She would most certainly be looking up that video on YouTube later to save.

"We did good on Monday, didn't we?" Dean asked with a smile on his face as he watched Seth loose to Health Slater.

"We did. The cowboy hat in the helicase was probably my favorite part."

"That was a nice touch." He said wrapping his arm around her in almost a congratulatory way.

When the screen cut to a close up to of the two of them smiling, she passed the mic off to Dean and took a small back, allowing him to be the center of attention.

"On Monday Night Raw, The Authority thought they held all the cards." Dean started making the crowd cheer. "They thought they had their little beat the clock challenge I the bag, they thought they had a full proof plan B, but What the Authority is figuring out, you can't plan for Dean Ambrose." He rubbed the back of his neck. "And since I outsmarted the Architect, I get the choose the stipulation for my match at Summerslam against my friend, my buddy, my pal, my brothra, Seth Rollins. And we've had all week to think about this, and we came up with a lot of options here." He pulled the receipt out of his pocket. "Tell us what you think of them. Alright; we started off with a JBL cowboy hat on a pole match. Angel thought that would be more of a punishment for JBL and less for Seth."

"Well duh." She said acting along.

"Angel thought about a coal miner's glove match." He kept going.

What in the world?

"But I thought that was too old fashion. I looked into maybe getting some alligators to surround the ring, but Miss Manger told me that the logistics of that just didn't work."

Shaking her head, Angel started to walk around the ring. "Too scary." She mouthed for the front row.

"We can have a sumo wrestling match, a boxing match, we could forgo the match altogether and just fight in the parking lot, but we already did that. Good housekeeping match. Oh, we could have a loser has to wash Triple H's car match, but I'm pretty sure Seth already does that, so…" The crowd laughed. "That's off the table."

Just as she thought Dean was going to keep going with this bit, Seth's music started playing. "Look who came out to play." She said as she stopped pacing and moved by Dean's side.

"Should have known he would have something to say."

Seth walked out from backstage holding a mic and his case. "Is that superglued to his hand now?" She sighed. "The man can't go anywhere without his case, it's almost like a baby and their blanket."

Dropping his attention from Seth for just a second, Dean gave her a smirk.

"Alright, Ambrose cut the crap. When we were in the Shield…."

"YOU SOLD OUT!" The crowd started to chant. It was music to her ears, and she started to grove to the beat.

"You know, when we were in the Shield," He said over the chant making it fall silent. "Everybody knows that you were the unstable one and I was the brains of the operation. But after your antics on Monday night as much as it pains me I have to give you a little bit of credit, because that was pretty clever. Although I'm pretty sure that it was all Angel's idea." He mumbled the last part. "But it's been a long week, so let's cut to the chase alright? A heard all your little cockamamie stipulation out there."

"Cockamamie?" Dean glanced at her. "That's a big word."

"Too big." She sighed. "Why couldn't he just use the work ridiculous? Mean's the same thing and it couldn't sound like a no no word that a two year old can't say."

He chuckled as he turned back to Seth.

"I know you know what you wanna do. So name your stipulation already and let's be done with it. Come on!"

"Well, hold on." Dean said into the mic. "Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce to you MR. MONEY IN THE BANK!"

The audience booed.

"Hey, that briefcase is looking a little rough today. You might want to take that for a good detailing. You know, maybe give it a buff and shine, something like that."

"Shut up!" Seth yelled. "You know what your problem is Ambrose and it's been this way the entire time, you like to think with heart and not your head, and I get that's courageous."

"At least he has a heart." Angel said not realizing that she was close enough to mic that it sort of picked her up.

"What was that?" Seth asked. "Come again, Angel?"

She looked at Dean before he lowered the mic to her. "I said at least he has a heart." She said louder that time. "And isn't just some two face, wanna be champion who sold his soul to the Authority in hopes of being something bigger then he's not." The words poured from her as if they had been waiting to come out for a while now.

Seth chuckled at her. "Sure, at least he's got a heart. But that's only going to get him so far. And it's sure as hell not going to beat me at Summerslam. And if he used that head of his half as much as his heart, you be able to figure out that it really doesn't matter what stipulation both you came up with, because Summerslam is the end for you."

"Is that what the people are going to get Seth?" Dean asked.

"I guarantee Summerslam will be the end for you, and the entire world will be able to watch it live on WWE Network for the low low price nine ninety nine."

"Is that what they're gonna get? Or are they gonna play nine ninety nine to see you get me kicked out of the building again? Are they gonna pay nine niney nine to see you drive away in a car? Are they going pay to see you run?" Dean paused. "No. No, not this time. This time, they're going get they're going to get something a worth a whole hella lot more then nine ninety nine."

His voice dip down low.

"They're going to get Seth Rollins stuck in the middle of this ring with nowhere to run, because if you try to run, you're going to run into a wall of bodies. The same bodies that we built our reputation on. The bodies we used to stack one on top of the other. We made a lot of enemies together Seth. Those enemies are gonna make sure that against no one running from this. Those enemies are going to make sure we tear each other apart at Summerslam. And I promise you, we WILL TEAR EACH OTHER APART."

Dean's whole attudited changed and it almost gave her whiplash, because gone was the angry, rabid mutt who's eyes were set on Seth, and here was a more fan "Now, if you're old school, like me, you could call this match at Summerslam a Lumberjack Match."

As the crowd cheered, Angel turned towards the stage to watch Seth's reaction to the announcement. The man bowed his head and pressed his lips together. And right there she knew that Dean had picked the right kind of match, even Seth knew it.

"You can call it a human cage, you can call it a wall of flesh call it whatever you want but call it the end of the line for Seth Rollins. I swear to god," Dean stopped and took a deep breath, like he was pulling himself together. "I promise, Summerslam, August seventeenth is the day Mr. Money in the Bank goes broke."

The two men glared at each other for a bit, until something clicked in Seth's eyes. It was like he realized Dean was about to get the last word, and he didn't like that no one bit. "I'm not going anywhere, and you know why. Because no matter what happens at Summerslam, I still have this." He held up the case, which she noticed that it was just as beat up as Dean said it was. They must have done more damage to the thing then she realized. "And whether you or anybody here likes it or not, that makes me the future of this company."

"Seth!" Angel called taking the mic back. "I don't think you know what the Money in the Bank contract is all about. Because having it doesn't make you the future. It only guarantees you a shot at the title. Which mean's you can still loose that. And if you do it would make you the third person to fail at cashing in…meaning the odds are in your favor but it doesn't make you the future."

"That's my girl." Dean warpped his arm around her.

"You wanna talk about future. Let's talk about your future, here tonight. See you had the option to pick the stipulation for our match at Summerslam, but the Authority has granted me the option of picking your opponent for tonight on Smackdown. And since I know you're always in for a good fight, I picked someone who is so cold and so merciless that they were capable of this." He pointed to the titantron and up came a video package that mixed together, Randy Orton's attacks on both her and Roman.

She understood showing what had happened between Randy and Roman, since they had a match coming up, but what happened to her, way at the start of the year. Why would they bring that up, other then to open old wounds.

Then she wondered. Why they even had this whole thing put together at all, and she realized it was because to make up for the fact that Seth didn't win the challenge on Monday, the Authority really did tell him to pick Dean's opponent for tonight.

'That's ok Seth, I know you really wanted to win that match, and if you only focused on something other then Dean, then maybe you would have, but since you didn't why don't you pick who Dean should fight on Smackdown. Pick whoever you want, we'll put together a little video package and everything. Does that make you feel better,' She imaged Hunter saying in a baby voice. 'Daddy loves you'.

She couldn't wait to tell Dean what she thought, turning towards the man, her eyes widened. He just stood there, still as can be, his eyes low, looking through is lashes as he watched the video. Every hit, every moment, his the shadows on his face grew darker as his anger rose, until he was shaking his was so made.

"Your opponent for tonight is 'the Viper' Randy Orton!" Seth yelled as his music started to play.

Even after Seth left the stage, Dean stood there. His whole body vibrating. "Dean?" She called to him as she put her hand on his arm. "We need to get out of the ring."

Without a word, he moved. He headed towards the ropes, dropped down and rolled out before turning and looked back at her, waiting. Quickly she got out of the ring and stepped to his side.

"You ok?"

He nodded. "They just have to use you and Roman against me, don't they. Fuck."

"What else are they supposed to do?" She asked generally. "What else can they do to get to you. Sure, they can attack you, but that only does so much because you don't care what people say or do to you. However, you would go to war for those you care about, and they know that."

She heard the deep inhale that he took as they passed through the curtain. She knew he was thinking about she was saying, but she wasn't sure what his reaction to this would be. "Ok, but why did they have to drag up what happened to you? That happened six months ago."

"Did it piss you off?"

He raised a brow at her.

"That's why."

"Well, they can fuck themselves."

"I agree."

On their way back to their spot, they passed, one of the interview spots which was surrounded with a lot of people. Most of them were Rosebuds, but there was also Dolph Ziggler, Rosa Mendes, and Eva Marie.

As the group laughed at something that Dolph Ziggler said, Angel groaned to herself. She swore that Eva's laugh was the loudest and it grated in her head. That was until another familiar laugh joined in.

"HA HA HA HA HA!" Seth cackled as he walked into the area.

Realizing the situation that had been handed to them, Angel turned to Dean who's eyes were glued to Seth. The man's face was unreadable.

"Oh, you kill me, Dolph." Seth said getting nose to nose with Dolph. "That's rich, that's rich. It's so funny. Almost as funny as the laughingstock that your career has become."

"Dean?" She questioned.

"Just watching." He told her.

She was taken back as Dean did just that. He stood there and watched as Seth called Dolph out and made his match for the show tonight.

"That man has an ego." She turned to see Adam Rose standing next to her with all of the Rosebuds behind him. "How did you deal with him before?" He looked at her.

"Beats me." She shrugged her shoulders. "

He chuckled. "Well, I frankly, I can't wait until Dean beats that ego out of him at Summerslam."

She smiled at him. "I can't either."

"Cheers." Adam said as he passed her lollipop before walking off.

Blinking at the lollipop, she turned back to see everyone walking away from the scene. Which mean that both Seth and Eva Marie saw them at the same time, which wasn't fun as they both glared at them, but luckily neither of them stopped to say anything.

"Well that was uncomfortable…" She sighed.

"Don't tell me that you don't enjoy an awkward cold glare?" Dean asked.

"Strangely no, I don't."

"Aw man. Come on. The way the hair on the back of your neck sticks up, how can you not like that feeling?"

"Just not my thing." She sighed as they started towards their spot again. "So, are you planning on doing something durning Seth's match?"

"Ummm…" He thought about it. "Nah. I need to make sure I'm tiptop for my match against Randy."

"That's probably for the best."

Dean chuckled as he looked down at her. "Where did you get a lollipop and why didn't you get me one?" He asked.

"Adam Rose gave me it." She sighed. "You want it."

"Oh, is it the same as the one he gave you last time?"

"I think so." She looked at the lollipop and it looked like what she remembered the last one looking like.

"You don't want it?"

"Not really."

He took the lollipop from her. "I love these. They taste like cough syrup."

"You mean artificial cherry?"

"Same thing." He said opening it and popping it in his mouth.

Getting to their spot, Angel pulled out her phone, and checked to see if she had any messages. She did. One was from her mom telling her to wish Dean good luck with his match tonight, and to yell at him for never answering his texts. And the other was from Racheal who is in charge of wardrobe who said; that she had a few free shirt for her, and that she should come get them.

"Oh, Racheal has a few freebees for me."

"Of the merch?"

"I guess." She shrugged. "I guess I should go see."

"I'll be here. Licking my lollipop..." He paused. "That sounded really bad. I'll be here."

Chuckling as she walked away, she started down to wardrobe. However, she went she heard enough fake laugh that made her spin tingle. Sighing to herself she wondered how she could have forgotten that Eva was at the show tonight. And of course she would run into her by herself.

"'It looks like a movie theater floor' Ha. Ha.'" She heard Eva sigh. "Dolph's such an idiot."

Rosea who was sitting with her nodded her head. "You're the one who stopped to talk to him."

"Well of course I stopped. Gotta be nice to the guys who has been on the roaster for years, they might be able to give a one up in the business."

"You know how bad that sounds?" Rosa asked. "It sounds like you're willing to sleep to the top."

"And."

"Aren't you married."

"I am. And I never said I would sleep to the top, but I'm not posed to make people think I'm willing too."

"Hello. Earth to Angel." She heard as someone touched her shoulder.

Jumping, she turned around to see Renee standing there.

She laughed. "Wow, are you ok?"

"I'm fine." She cleared her throat. "I was just…um…eavesdropping."

Renee looked towards where Angel had been turned and nodded. "Ah." She leaned in. "So what is Miss Bitch talking about that has you so intrigued?"

"She's talking badly about Dolph, and has admitted to wanted people to think she's the type of person who would sleep to the top."

"Wait, she wants people to think she's the type of person to sleep to the top?" Renee said baffled. "What?"

Angel shook her head. "I have no idea."

"I can't. I just can't."

"Same." They started walking.

"Are you heading to catering?"

"No, Racheal has some freebies for me. So I'm heading down that way."

"Oo..mind if I join you."

"Of course not." She said.

As they walked, Renee sighed. "So, I didn't want to say anything while we were with Dean, but I got a text from Roman this week."
"Oh?"

"Yeah, he was letting me know that he's in on our Eva secret."

"Ah." She sighed. "He saw what she wrote on Twitter."

"I'm not surprised, even though it was only up for a couple of hours, I had about fifteen didn't people sending me messages about it."

"You couldn't believe how many notifications I had about it."

"I'm sure. You're lucky that Dean doesn't go on Twitter, because got he was tagged on so many of the different messages."

"I know."

"What I am surprised about is the fact that Roman's not going to tell Dean about what's going on. I would think he would want his best friend to know."

"I asked him not to."

"I figured." She said. "You know he's going to find out at some point, and it's not going to be pretty when he does."

"Yeah." She thought back to when he found out about the Wyatts, the man almost exploded. "That's why I'm trying to wait until after Summerslam. I don't want to worry him this close to a big match."

"You know there is always a bit match in his business, right?" She asked. "There's a pay-per-view every month."

"But this is Summerslam and it's against Seth."

She could feel the eye roll that Renee was trying to hold in. "So, has she messed with you today?"

"Shockingly, no."

"I wonder what she's even doing here. It's not like she had a match or anything tonight."

"Maybe she's here because she ran out of people to bad mouth at home."

"That's a good possibility. But why Dolph, honestly I love him." Renee said as they reached wardrobe.

"Right places, right time." She said pushing through curtains. "Racheal! You here?"

"I'll be right here." She said from a back corner. "On the left side there, there is a table, on it are three shirts for you. Two of them are yours, and one is for Dean. I'm sure it's be clear which ones are which. Oh, I also have one for Roman but I'll see him over the weekend, so I'll give him it then."

"So you mean I won't have all of my girls with me in my beautiful home of Canada." Renee pouted.

Angel walked over to the table and saw the three shirts that were folded and stacked on each other. Two of them were white, which meant they were Dean's merch, and the last was black and she could see Roman's logo being pulled over the folds.

"Sorry, not this time"

Renee let out a fake sniffle. "Its ok."

As walked out of the back area, she shook her head. "Did you find the shirts?"

"I did." She said holding one of them up. "Thank you by the way."

"You don't need to say sorry. Every Superstar get's a freebie of their merch." She snapped her fingers. "Speaking of merch, I wanted to talk to you about Summerslam."

"Racheal." Angel whined. "Don't do this too me." Panic started to fill her. She knew what Racheal was hinting at, she was going to ask her. She wanted her to design Dean a new piece of merch for Summerslam. And normally she would love to, but Summerslam was ten days away.

Racheal's eyes went wide. "Wow." She put her hands up. "It doesn't have to be anything to fancy. Wait, come with me!" She gestured for them to follow her. In a messy area, behind a few boxes, there was a small laptop. "Come here." She swung around the table and knelt down to be able to work on the computer. "Let's work on this together." She clicked a few things and suddenly they were looking at a mock-up of a hoodie with Dean's logo on it.

Angel's eyes went wide. "That's so cool. Where the hell was this when I was struggling to come up with an idea?"

"All this is a program that allows you to view a rough concept of your merch. All I did was upload a copy of your logo design and I'm just moving around a PNG on top of a picture of a hoodie. You would have still needed to come up with a design."

"I know but seeing it up there like that looks so good. You could just do that, and I would be happy about it."

"OK, well let's work with that." She said moving the logo around. "Where do you want this thing?"

"On the chest?" She looked to Renee. "Do you like it on the chest?"

"I do." She nodded. "Can you make it bigger."

"Totally." Racheal said as she did just that.

"Oh shit, that looks good." Renee said as she pulled out her phone. "Damn it, I have to leave. I have an interview with Randy, which I'm so excited about." She went monotoned at the end.

"I can tell." Angel laughed. "Can I give you a suggestion for your interview? Don't take about his win against John Cena at Royal Rumble."

Both women laughed sadly.

"That's a good suggestion." Renee said. "Have a good weekend in Austraila." She said patting Racheal on the shoulder. "Angel, I'll meet up with you later."

"Sounds good." They did a side hug.

After she walked away, they turned back to the computer and started back to work on the hoodie. "I think the front is done."

"Your happy with just the logo on the front."

She nodded. "It makes up for them switching the logo to the back and making it small."

"True." Racheal said. "What about the back?"

"The back?" She scratched the back of her head. "A bigger version of the logo."

Racheal laughed. "We could up the 'unstable' on the back." She pulled up the same scratchy unstable font that was on the shirt she was holding.

"Nah." She shook her head. "To be honest, I don't like the font they used for it."

"Ok. Then what if we change the font back?"

A little big of hope peaked in her, but what instantly squashed. "What if they just change it again."

"Yeah, that's always a possibility." She sighed. "We could try to make it into something that they can't change.

"And how would we do that?"

"Well, you see Hunter and Stephanie will normally only do small changes, font type, and colors. The kind of thing that is easy to do., so they don't have to come up with a designs themselves."

"So if we make it a full blown design they won't touch it?"

"Most likely."

"Ok, now we just got to figure out what kind of thing to put on the back of a hoodie that represents Dean." She sighed. The more she thought about it the more her head started to hurt. Dean didn't really have anything symbolic, like Stone Cold Steve Austin has his skull, Bret Hart has his heart. There was nothing like that for Dean. All he was known for was his slight unstableness and his hatred for Seth. Neither of those are very easy to draw.

"He's the Lunatic Fringe we could draw like a rough outline of Dean's hair…" Racheal suggested.

Angel shook her head. "I'm not really feeling that."

"Yeah, I'm not either."

They threw around ideas left and right, and quickly all of them got just got frustrated. As a last resort, she pulled out her phone and Googled Dean's name. She went through all the different pictures until one of them finally caught her attention. It was an old one, during his Moxley day. It was a picture of him wearing a shirt that said Explicit Mox Violence, and the words were laid out in the same way as the parental advisory logo.

"I got it!" She said quickly throwing her phone on the table, before reaching across to grab a piece of paper that she hoped wasn't important and started to sketch out the rough look of the design.

"Oh, I love it." Racheal said. 'Though the PG censors don't really like the word violence. And I don't think they will like the word explicit."

"I figured, and I have an idea to switch it up." She said finishing the sketch. "I'm just going to flip it around."

"What?"

"Instead of his name being in the middle, I'm going to put unstable in the middle and put his name out the outside." She said as she wrote Dean Unstable Ambrose in the boxes. She then tossed the pencil down on the table and stepped back. The more she looked at it the more she liked it, it was very effect, it had the feel that she wanted. It still felt like a parental advisory logo, but one that fit the WWE better then CZW. And she was sure that the fans and Dean himself would love the call back.

"It's prefect." Racheal said as she pulled the paper in front of her computer and used to phone to take a picture of it. "Give me a moment to email this to myself and we'll see what it looks like on the screen and if you like it, then I'll finish it up in Photoshop for you and send you the finished look."

"Aren't you busy with Summerslam coming up?"

"I am but it's a nice change from the mending and fixing of alters I've been doing for the last two weeks." She spun the computer around once again and this time there was a back view of a hoodie and on it was the rough drawing that she had just done. "So what do you think."

"I like it." She smiled as she danced through her moment of pride.

"You're happy with everything?"

"Yeah, I'm really happy."

"Ok." She said happily. "Then I work on getting you a finished look sometime over the weekend. And by Summerslam you will be in possession of two new Dean Ambrose hoodies."

"Cool."

"See, that wasn't so bad right? It took us like," She looked at the small clock on her computer. "Twenty, twenty-five minutes. I promise not every time I asked to design anything will be a headache."

"Late time wasn't a headache." She sighed as she remembered the anxiety and panic that she remembered feeling. "I just was flustered trying to figure out everything."

"Well, the first one is always the hardest. But I will say, you have a bit of a cheat code, because of the logos you made for the boys. Not they are associated with them, any time you need a simple piece of merch, you can just pop on one of their logos and be done. Need new socks, throw Dean's logo on it and bam! You got new Dean Ambrose themed socks!"

She laughed. "I guess you're right."

"Trust me, I've been doing this so long that as soon as I say the logos for the first time, I knew how good of an asset they will be. Like those will help you though their whole career. Maybe in about five years, will you even need to rejuvenate it but other than that you're golden."

"That does make me feel a bit better about all this." She said honestly, as her phone went off on the table. She looked down and saw that Dean had sent her a message saying that Seth's match was starting, if she wanted to watch it.
"Do you need back to your job?" Racheal laughed.

"Probably, Dean's just aid that Seth's match is starting."

"Oh boy, I'll let you go then."

"Thank you again for the shirts and helping me design the new hoodie."

"Girl, you know I'm here for you."

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