Welcome to chapter one hundred and twenty four! I hope you enjoy this one.
Smackdown: August 8, 2014
After finishing up with Racheal, she rushed back to her and Dean's spot. She had expected to see Dean pumping himself up, getting ready to run out and take out Seth. But instead, she saw a man who was sitting in a folding chair, with his feet up on a travel case.
"You look comfy."
"As I can be." He said looking over his shoulder.
"You really aren't going to ruin Seth's match, huh?"
"Nah." He shook his head as he turned back to the screen in front of him. "I got this weird feeling that that match is some kind of trap. Like Randy or Kane is waiting for me come out, so that they can attack me from behind."
Possible. She nodded as she walked over to where he was sitting and draped the bigger of the two white shirts that she was holding on his shoulder. "That's for you."
Grabbing it, he opened it and looked at it. "Oh shit. That's cool."
"Just wait until this weekend." She told him.
"What's this weekend?"
"Racheal and I may or may not have designed something for you."
He looked up at her. "Oh?"
"Yep."
"Are you going to tell me what it is?"
"Nope."
"I have to wait then."
"You do, but I promise you it will be worth it."
"If you two worked on it, I'm sure it will be." He put his arms up and gave her a hug over his head.
Leaning in, and giving him a hug back, she turned towards the screen that somehow had magically found it's way to their spot. "What I miss?"
"It's been a pretty good match so far." He grumbled. She knew that it must have been painful for him to admit that Seth was doing ok.
"Tell me that Dolph has at least gotten in a few good hits."
"A few." He pulled his arms back. "In my opinion, he could be hitting harder but that might be just me."
"Ten more days love, and you'll be able to get your hands all over him." She said giving him a kiss on the top of the head.
Glancing back up to the screen she saw Seth launch himself at Dolph but missed with whatever he was trying to do. Then Dolph came back and hit him with the Famouser.
"Shit! He fucking hit it." Dean clapped his hands, even as Dolph kicked out.
"You sound shocked by that."
"I am." He said as Seth threw Dolph shoulder first into the steel post.
She hissed as the sound echoed out.
"That one hurts." Dean sighed, rubbing his own shoulder.
Trying to get her mind off of the fact that she had seen Dean take that hit so many times that she almost expected it during every match now, she asked. "Why were you show shocked by Ziggler hitting the Famouser."
"I thought you grew up watching wrestling. I'm sure you noticed that Dolph is pretty fifty-fifty when it comes to the ring."
She thought about it, and it was pretty true. Dolph for all the talk he had, he wasn't the most consistent in the ring. "I guess you're right." She said as Seth whipped Dolph into the steel steps.
Sounds of boos echoed through speakers as Seth smirked to himself. The fans clearly on Dolph's side tonight.
Seth got Dolph back into the ring and Dean sighed. "It's over."
Looking from him to the TV she watched Seth crawl in the ring. She couldn't see the tells that he did at the moment. Sure Dolph was down in the middle of the ring, but he was already moving and getting up.
"Curb Stomp time." He said just in time with Seth leaping into the hair before, his foot landed on the back of Dolph's neck. Seconds later Dolph's face was smashed into the mat, and Seth rolled him over and went for a pin. The ring bell sounded the end of the match.
As Seth's music started to play, JBL and Cole talked about how they bet Seth was seeing Dean at the moment, and how this might be a production of what happens at Summerslam.
Now, she might not have been able to see the end of the match coming, but she could see the paranoia that was on Seth's face as he pranced around in victory. His eyes darted around the ring, up to the stage, and through the crowd. He was indeed waiting for Dean to come out and attack him.
"He's looking for you." She said.
"Yep."
"Wow, this is almost as good as if you really went out there."
"Almost." He agreed.
The show slowly transitioned to Renee. Which meant that it was time for her interview with Randy Orton. Curious how this one was going to go, she leaned on the back of Dean's chair.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Randy Orton."
Randy stepped up dwarfing Renee instantly. He didn't say a word, didn't even look down at her. In fact, it seemed like he was visbly trying not to notice her.
Renee being the professional that she is kept going. "Randy, at Summerslam, you're finally get your opportunity to face Roman Reigns one on one. However, tonight set up by Seth Rollins you will face the Unstable Dean Ambrose. How do you feel heading into tonight's match?"
"Well Dean Ambrose is unstable, that is very true, but I am uncontrollable."
"Except by Triple H." Dean added.
"See, there's no telling what I'm going to do. Hell, I don't even know what I'm going to do once I get these hands on Dean Ambrose tonight in that ring. But I do know one thing is for sure, Renee, tonight, Dean Ambrose will find out firsthand just as Roman Reigns did a few weeks ago on Raw who the truly sadistic superstar of the WWE is, and it is me, Randy Orton." He walked off.
"So, rate that interview for me." Dean said.
"What, why?"
"Just humor me, will yeah."
"It was pretty good. He stayed on topic for the most part, and he sounded confident. I do think he could have ended it at 'who the truly sadistic Superstar of the WWE is,' done. Because saying 'it is me, Randy Orton' killed the vibe."
"I didn't think you were going to answer honestly. I thought you would say something like two out of ten and that's it."
"Ok?" She shrugged. "Why did you want me to rate it at all?"
"I was going to make a joke, but it kind of doesn't work now." He pouted.
Chuckling, she walked over to their things and threw her Roman shirt on the top. "I got to run and get changed real quick."
"Changed?" He questioned. "Aren't you wearing that?"
"No, I got to rep the brand." She said holding up the remaining shirt in her hands.
"Ah, of course."
"I'll be right back."
"Awe, you're not going to change right here."
She raised a brow at him. "You want me to get my tits out right here, where anyone could see me?"
Something sparked in his eyes. "Good point, to the bathroom with you. I'll be here." He waved her off.
Shaking her head, she started off for the bathroom. Which on the way there, she passed the gorilla. That's when she saw Pagie standing there, waiting for her to go out for her match with Natalya. She paused. There was a part of her that wanted to go up and greet her just like she would before, but after what she had done to AJ, she wasn't sure how she felt about the woman at the moment.
However, it wasn't sure choice. Paige turned towards her and her eyes lit up. "ANGEL!" She gasped.
Taking a deep breath, she put on a smile and waved. "Hey."
"I haven't seen you in a long time."
"Yeah, it has been a while."
"How have you been."
"Good."
"That's good." She said looking around like her head was on a swivel. "How's Dean?"
"He's fine. Getting ready for his match tonight."
"Oh yeah, he's going against Randy, isn't he? Tell him I said good luck."
"I will." She cleared her throat. "How are you?"
"I'm doing good. Worried about AJ, I haven't seen her since…"
Angel's mouth dropped. Was she being serious. After what she did, was she really saying that she was worried about AJ. "I'm sure she'll be right as rain before Summerslam." She said thinking that maybe she was worried that AJ would miss their match.
"Oh, I know she will be." Paige smiled. "She would never miss our match."
Well, there went that theory "Paige are you sure everything is ok?"
"Yeah, I'm totally good." She said the happy pitch in her voice dying ever so slightly. "Just been a long couple of months."
"I hear you there."
"Paige, you're on standby to head out to the ring." The people the gorilla called.
"Coming." She called back. "Duty calls."
"Yep, good luck."
"Thanks."
As she disappeared into the gorilla, Angel shook her head. There was something wrong with her, had to be. There was no way, she was that delusional that she believed that her and AJ were still ok.
Making it to the bathroom, she quickly changed her shirt and looked herself over in the mirror before heading back to Dean. "You ready?"
"Just waiting on you." He dropped his feet down from the travel case and got up. As he turned towards her, his eyes went wide.
"What" She looked down at herself. "What's wrong?"
"I'm just not used to seeing you wear white."
She thought about it and realized that it was probably true. "Is it that weird."
"It's a little weird." He said. "Not bad, just weird. Not that you look weird, just seeing you in white, it looks fine. Good even, just weird." He cleared his throat. "Did I dig myself in a hole that wasn't even there."
She nodded.
"Damn it." He took a deep breath. "Should we head down to the gorillia."
"Yes, I'm sure if we don't get down there soon, I'll be getting a call from Hank."
"Where the hell are you?" He asked as he mocked Hank's voice.
He wasn't far off though, when they go there, Hank stood up from the small desk in the gorilla and glared at them. "Where the hell were you?"
"Been running around with my head chopped off."
"We'll you're here now." He said before saying into his headset. "Cue up Dean Ambrose's theme."
As they waited for the go ahead, Dean started this normal hype up routine. Throwing punches in the air, jumping, he even got in a few push-ups before their theme started playing. "Let's go."
As normal, Dean was the first one though the curtains and down the ramp, while she carried on behind him. When they got to the ring, Dean quickly hopped up onto the apron before sitting down on the middle rope, dropping it down for her.
Realizing that, she climbed up onto the apron as fast as she could, gave him a smile and climbed through. Turning around, she watched as he got off the ropes and joined her.
"The crowd is really loud today." She said as the lights dimmed a little bit, letting everyone know that the show went the commercial.
"They are." He agreed.
"I would say give them a reason to keep up the volume but we're only ten days away from Summerslam. You really need to pace yourself."
"I know." He sighed. "I won't promise you anything, but I'll try."
"Can you also try and not let him under your skin?" She asked. "I know how easy he gets to you."
He started to bounce and throw punches into the air. "I'll do my best."
"That's all I can ask for."
The lights went back up and Dean's music died down only to be replaced by Randy's.
When Randy appeared on the stage, Angel patted Dean on the arm before turning to get out of the ring. She knew Dean wanted to keep her away from him, and didn't want to make him worry about her tonight. He really needed to focus tonight.
As Randy got into the ring, Dean slowly walked around the ring, giving him enough room for him to do his entrance thing where he got up in the corner and raised his arms above his head.
When Randy's feet hit the mat again, the bell rang, and not surprisingly Randy went right for Dean's arm. A tune that she knew would play the while way through this match, and the whole way through Dean's career until his shoulder got the chance to heal, which who knew when that would be.
Dean was able to get his own hits in, and was able to drag Randy down into a choke hold. Trying to get out of it, Randy grabbed a fist full of Dean's hair and ripped the his head backwards.
"Damn." She heard Dean say with a grunt. "Buy me dinner first."
Randy instantly let go, and Angel could help but chuckle at the face he was making when he realized what Dean was getting at. Grappling for control, the two men switch from one submission hold to the next, until Dean was sitting on Randy's legs which were twisted up behind him.
Almost growling, Dean reached forward and grabbed Randy's ear, tearing, and ripping at it, until the ref told him to let go of him. Which he did, but only to pick Randy up and hit him with a Suplex.
Then he set in with a slow, methodical way, it was as if he was trying to take his time pushing the man. Which knowing him, he probably was. She knew that Randy would forever be on his shit list, not only for hurting her, but for being apart of the group that Seth betrayed him for. He was part of the group that replaced him and Roman in Seth life. Which pissed her off because that meant that Seth really did care about them so little that they were replaceable, when to both Roman and Dean, he wasn't. No one was ever going to or could ever replace Seth.
"Dean!" She gasped as Randy caught Dean with a Big Boot right to the let shoulder, dropping him like a ton of bricks.
Randy went for the cover. Kicking out at the two count, Dean scrambled away from Randy, but his footing looked to give out, and fell on his ass in the corner. Leaving him open to whatever Randy wanted.
"Come on Dean!" She cried patting the apron across the way from him. "Get out of the corner!"
When the ref finally pulled Randy away from him, she noticed that his tape was ripped, which mean it was no longer doing anything for him. All it was, was a strange arm cuff.
Trying to catch his breath, Dean reached up for the second rope, probably trying to use it to help him get to his feet. However, when Randy came back at him, he used it to launch himself at the man.
Both men crashed to the mat, with Dean on stop, throwing his wild punches.
"There you go!" She cheered.
A second wind must have hit him as he took off after Randy who had gotten free. Smashing his arm across Randy's chest, he sent him backwards over the ropes. Though the look on his face told her he was far from done. Not taking his eyes off the man, Dean stepped up to the ropes, grabbed the tope one and waited. Once Randy was back up onto his feet, he pulled down on the ropes and basically slingshot himself at him, pancaking him to the floor.
"WHOSE THE MAN NOW?!" He yelled as the crowd cheered.
"Don't get cocky!" She warned him. "Keep on him. Don't let him get his second wind." She said walked around the ring, trying to get a better view of what was going on. But before she got to the other side, she heard the scuffle start back up.
Glancing up to the titantron she saw the two men fighting. Each of them trying to grab the other, which ended up with Dean being sent into the barricade. She gasped and froze mid-step. As much as she wanted to run up and check on him, she didn't want to get in the way, or give Randy a reason to use her against him.
Watching from her spot, she saw Randy pick Dean up from the floor and hold him by the back of his neck. He then forced him to walk over to the announcers' table. "No. No. No." She shook her knowing what was going to happen.
Once in front of the table, he picked Dean up and slammed him down on top of it. Which mean everything that was on the table too. Anything that JBL and Cole had with them, and their monitors.
She guessed he was trying to prove just how sadistic he was. Randy grabbed at Dean's hair while laughing at him and jostled his head about. He then leaned down and said something in his ear before ripping him from the table and throwing him back into the ring.
Laughing, Randy looked around as he grabbed Dean's hair and shook his head around. He leaned down and said something into Dean's ear before ripping him from the table and throwing him back into the
In the ring, Randy grabbed Dean's left arm and just won't let go of it as he twisted and pulled it all different way. A sight that had her stomach turning, while Dean's face shot red and tears welled in his eyes from the pain.
But he didn't tap, didn't give up, and there was some part of her that knew, he never would. Randy could truly rip off his arm, and Dean would still fight back. And fight he did. At least the best he could. But Randy kept on him, kept tormenting him.
After stomping on Dean's shoulder, he just walked away. Randy walked away with a huge smile on his face. Halfway across the ring, his cold eyes dropped to her. "Normally I would tell the ref to get ready to call home and tell my opponents loved ones that he's not going to make it back in one piece, but you're right here." He leant against the ropes. "So I'll warn you, you might want to find something else to keep you warm tonight."
Glancing from Randy to Dean, she watched as crawled his way to the ropes and leaned against the bottom one. His left arm held close to his side, while his body shook and heaved with each breath.
Without hesitation she jumped up onto the apron. "And I'll be sure to tell your wife the same thing on Sunday."
Something in Randy's face ticked, and she knew right then and there she got under his skin. A flash covered her vision and suddenly she felt herself back in the ring that Monday Night Raw after the Royal Rumble. Her heart dropped as Randy's raised his fist in the air.
A panic like she never experienced before hit her. She felt like she was having a heart attack. She couldn't catch her breath, her palms shook and sweated against the rope that she was holding onto. Her heart felt like it was going to pop, just burst at any moment. She begged someone to save her.
Her eyes were locked on Randy's fist as it came flying towards her. She wanted to move but her legs locked themselves in place. Move! Move! Move! The fist stopped right in front of her face. Inches away from her, and she crumbled to the floor.
D.D.D.
Trying to fight through the pain that was ripping through his left arm, he listened to the cues of the crowd and they were booing loud. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Randy walking up to him. Which meant, he needed to get off his ass and now.
Pushing himself to his feet, he feel back into the corner just in time for Randy to get to him. Thought he wasn't able to do anything, his head was still spinning from getting up so fast, and he wasn't sure which head he was supposed to swing at.
As if his own vision was in on the sick joke, it cleared just in time to see the punch that hit him right upside the head. Damn it. He groaned as he stumbled away from the corner. He needed to get it together. Another hit to the head and suddenly he was on his hand and knees as Randy wretched his arm backwards.
Breathing threw clenched teeth, he tried to fight against the pressure being placed on his body but he couldn't stop Randy from pressing him face first into the mat. He didn't know what was driving him more at the moment, the pain or the anger.
"Dean, do you give up?" He heard the ref ask. "What do you say Dean."
He shook his head. "Come on then, WHY DON'T YOU PUT SOME PRESSURE ON IT!" Well he got just what he asked for as Randy did just that. He listened at least. He chuckled through the pain.
Suddenly the hold on him change and now Randy was pulling him up from the mat. Allowing him to help him up to his feet, Dean waited until the perfect moment before reaching around with his right hand and grabbing Randy's ear. He ripped at it, hoping that that alone would get him to let go of his arm, but when it didn't he pulled out the big guns, the headbutt. Two headbutts later and he was free.
At least for a second before Randy kicked him in the gut and sent him racing across the ring, and into the ropes.
Not knowing if it was instints or skills at the moment but as he bounced off the ropes, he switched up his footing so that he could grab Randy around the head before falling backwards, forcing him to fall head first into the mat.
"Shit…" Dean hissed as grabbed his left arm. "That wasn't smart."
"You guys have to get up!" The ref called to them as he started to count to ten.
I know. He sighed, even though getting to his feet seemed like climbing Mount Everest at the moment. Shoving his legs under him, he wiggled and shifted until he was up on his feet. Now it was time to get his arm back in working order. However before he could even start, Randy came at him.
Reacting as quick as he could, he blocked the hit, and threw his own. It landed. Using the moment that the hit gave him, he threw another punch, and another, and another. He threw everything he could at him, he just needed to keep him off balance. Which was fine until Randy reversed the Irish Whip.
Knowing that he couldn't allow Randy to get a hit in. So as he spun to hit the ropes with his back, he shifted his feet in such a way that he could throw himself at the man, Cross Bodying him.
"Shit." He heard Randy say as they both fell towards the mat.
As soon they landed, he sat up and started whaling on him. One punch after another. All as he tried to think of his next move. He needed to end this match. Needed to hit the Dirty Deeds, but he knew his left arm wasn't going to be able to pull it off. He either needed to come up with something else or wear Randy down to the point that he can't fight out of his hold.
Letting Randy go, he watched as the man tripped backwards into the corner, and that was when he decided that wearing him out was going to be his best bet. Stalking off after the man, Dean raced for and threw his right shoulder into the man's midsection. Before he used the tape around his wrist to scrap away his face.
Stepping away, he made eye contact with the ref, who told him to get the fight out of the corner. Fine. He was more then happy to get the fight out of this corner. Grabbing Randy's arm, he ripped his out of the corner and tried to send him across the way towards the far corner, when unexpectedly he was the one who's back smashed into the turnbuckles.
Coughing from the rush of air that was suddenly knocked out of him. He looked up to see Randy stomping towards him. Timing it right, he threw his elbow up, catching him in the face, stunning him for a moment.
Realizing that he wasn't going to be able to get out of the corner himself, he did the next best thing and hopped up onto the top turnbuckle. Tornado DDT time. He grabbed Randy by the head and pulling him into the move. Pushing off the turnbuckles with his feet, he spun them around and dragged Randy's body down.
The hit the mat, and Dean quickly went for the cover, but Randy kicked out at two. Frustration hit him. He needed to land Dirty Deeds and know. Moving his left arm out, he judge how much strength was left in it. I wasn't as much as he wanted but it could, if the tape didn't restrict his movement. Slowly and surely he pulled the table off his arm like it was an oversized bracelet. Once off he let the table dangle from where it was still attached to his torso, and tested his arm again. He had full range of movement, but not without pain. He could work with that.
Getting up, he walked over to Randy and grabbed him by his head. He forced the man up to his feet, while tucking his head under his arm. Though before he could get the move cocked in, Randy push him off of him and towards the ropes.
Stopping himself at the last moment before he went through the ropes, he looked over his shoulder to see Randy coming at him. Putting both hands on the top rope, he dropped down at last second, sending Randy tumbling over. Oldest trick in the book.
As soon as Randy started to move, he looked back behind him, judging how smart a Suicide Dive would be. Probably not very, but when was he ever smart. He took off to build up momentum, but as he turned to hit the ropes, he saw something that didn't register in his mind until he was about to fly through the ropes.
Was that Angel curled up on the floor? He stumbled and looked back over his shoulder. When he looked back, a fist greeted him and boy did it ring his bell.
A.A.A.
A loud bang, made her jump and her head snap up to. Panting and shaking, she looked around, while everything came rushing back. Her mind became fuzzy as she realized that she was sitting on the floor in the arena.
What? She tried to remember what hell happened. The last thing she remembered was standing ring side during a match. Dean verses Randy Orton. Her eyes widened. THE MATCH!
Struggling to get to her feet, her eyes darted around for any signs of a fight, and that when she saw Dean laying on his back next to the steel steps. "Dean!" She gasped as she ran for him. "Dean." She looked him over.
He was a wreck, his shirt was ripped, the tape on his arm was gone, and his eyes were unfocused. How much did she miss? She shook her head and reached for his hand, only for a shadow to loom over them.
Looking up she saw Randy standing there smirking at her. "Move." He told her.
A cold chill ran down her back as she slid herself backwards, allowing Randy to get to Dean. Her heart skipped a beat as he picked Dean up and slammed him into the apron. He then climbed up into the ring, turned around, reached through the ropes and grabbed Dean's arm, which he used to pull him up onto the apron and threw the middle rope.
"No." She shook her head as she watched him set up for the Elevated DDT known as the 'Vintage Orton'. She couldn't let it happen. "GET UP DEAN!" She yelled, as she used the barricade behind her to get toe her feet. "GET UP!"
Randy pulled him forward, and just as he was about to drop, Dean wiggled his feet from the rope. He then then threw Randy over the ropes, and Angel quickly got out of the way as the man hit the floor right next to her.
Staring at Randy, she tried her hardest to finally clear the cloud that hung over her, when she felt a bunch of pats on her back. Turning, she saw a couple of the fans that were sitting front row smile at her, one of them was telling her to go give Randy a kick in the nuts while the others were asking if she was ok.
"You were out of it for a while. Are you ok."
I'm still out of it. She thought even though she nodded.
A loud cheer made her look back in time to see Dean flying through the ropes, right at Randy. The two men smashed right into the barricade. Making a wide birth around Randy's legs, Angel quicky went to Dean side and carefully put a hand on his shoulder.
Mouth open and eyes squinted in pain, he looked up at her. "You ok?"
He slowly nodded. "Don't worry," He rasped. "I'm going to end this now."
Reluctantly, she let him go as he started to shift around, so that he could grab Randy and pull both of them to their feet. Tossing the man in the ring, he took a moment to ready himself before getting in himself.
He didn't even make it fully to feet before Randy picked him in the chest, sending back towards the ropes. Every part of her tightened as she got ready for him to fall back on the floor in front of her, but that didn't happen. Dean caught himself on the ropes and used the momentum to blast forward and hit Randy with a clothesline.
Her eyes went wide, where did that come from. Certainly, judging by the look on his face, Dean was running on empty.
The arena was filled with rhythmic shouts that were coming from Dean, as he rose to his feet. She knew it was his way of trying to keep him going, but it did not help with the whole lunatic thing. He looked mad, circling the ring and yelling like he was.
Dean turned back to Randy, grabbing him around the head. He looked to be setting up for the Dirty Deeds and she prayed he would be able to pull off the move. However, before he got a chance to, she saw Seth running down the ramp.
"Dean! Watch out!" She yelled as Seth jumped up onto the apron.
Dean turned his head, and Randy was instantly forgotten. He quickly walked over to hit Seth in the head, knocking him from the apron. Meanwhile, Randy was getting up to his feet behind him.
"Behind you!"
Randy grabbed Dean and forced him to turn around so that he could grab him for the RKO but before he could pull off the move, Dean pushed him away.
"Come on!"
Randy came back at him, and Dean kicked him right in the gut, making him hunch over, which was the prefect position to grab him for the Dirty Deeds. Dean tucked the man's head under his arm, swung his foot out, and both men fell forward onto the mat.
He hit it! She gasped. As both Dean and Randy laid in the middle of the ring. He hit it. All he needed to do was pin Randy. But he wasn't moving. Stepping up to the apron, she started smacking it with all she had. "Cover him! Cover him Dean!" She yelled.
Dean dragged himself over to the middle of the ring where Randy was laying, and just kind of threw his arm over his chest. The ref jumped to start the count, but as he hit two, Dean was ripped from the ring.
Eyes gone wide, she turned to see Seth standing on the side, hitting Dean, DQing the match. "Leave him alone!" She raced over as Seth smashed Dean's head against the steps. "Stop this!" She tried to push Seth away, but he just body checked her into the barricade.
Pulling Dean over to the barricade, he smashed his head against it as well before kicking him, until dean was sitting on the floor.
Pushing herself away from the barricade, she ran right into Seth's side knocking him to the floor. "I said leave him alone."
"Angel." She heard Dean's broken voice. "Stay out…"
"Yeah, stay out of this." Seth finished for him. "Wouldn't want you to get hurt." He smirked as he gave her a little push back before reaching down to grab Dean again. He went for what look like Irish Whip, Dean the barricades on the other side of the ring, but Dean reversed it at the last minute.
"Don't touch her." He yelled as he stepped forward and grabbed a chunk of Seth's hair. He picked him up, just to knock him back down with a short clothesline to the face. The hit sounded so loudly that the crowd collectively cringed.
Seth tried to run away, but Dean caught him and tossed him into the ring. Going after him, he grabbed the man's legs and knocked him on his back, before just hitting him with a barrage of punches.
As she watched Dean get some of his frustration out, a shadow appeared on the other side of the ring. It was Randy. She reached up to the ropes to use them to climb into the ring to try and intervene, but when Randy got into the ring, she paused. Which was just long enough for Randy to be able to run over and hit Dean with a clothesline.
Her mouth fell open as she felt a sting of guilt it her. She knew she really couldn't stop Randy but at least she could try to, but fear got her in her way. A fear that she thought she was over.
Randy waisted no time in grabbing Dean and lifting him back up, this time when he set him up for the RKO, Dean didn't fight back. "He's all yours." Randy told Seth.
Seth walked over and stomped on Dean's leg, before he started to punch him over and over. Dean made no attempt to stop him or even defend himself. Biting her lip, she looked from Randy who was sitting in the corner of the ring, to the middle of the ring were Seth was beating Dean up. Scared or not, she couldn't sit back and watch this.
Ducking through the ropes, she quickly grabbed Seth's arm while he was in mid swing for another punch. She used all of her body weight to pull him off of Dean.
He glared at her and ripped his arm out of her hold, but he did step away from Dean. In fact, he got out of the ring.
Trying to keep an eye on him, she dropped down to check on Dean. Grabbing his hand, she gave it a squeeze. Which he didn't answer but he did move it out of her grasp. "Get out of the ring." He told her as he almost flopped over onto his stomach.
"Dean." She said trying to help him move. "We gotta get you backstage. Come on."
Looking up, she saw Seth coming back with something in his hand. At first, she couldn't tell what it was but quickly she realized it was a cup. "I would move if I were you."
She shook her head. "Save it for Summerslam. Or aren't you man enough to do that."
He rolled his eyes before grabbing her arm hard. She grunted as he forced her up to her feet. "I said move." He threw her backwards.
Catching herself, she turned back to see Seth standing over Dean, as he ripped his head back by his hair. "YOU THINK IT'S A GAME AMBROSE!" He yelled as he poured whatever was in the cup all over Dean face.
Dean's tried to fight away, but Seth just knocked him on his back and started to pour more on him.
Anger built in her. "STOP!" She grabbed at him again. "STOP IT!"
Seth slowly turned his head towards her. Stepping away from Dean, he hovered over her. With his free hand, he grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. "Did you want some?" He asked before pouring what was left of the cup's contents over her. She cringed and tried to shy away as the cold beer poured down her face, but he held her in place. She flailed her arms around, hitting him as much as she could, until he finally let her go.
Without him holding her up, she fell backwards into the now wet mat. She laid there and rubbed at her eyes, trying to get relief from the sting of beer in them. A round her, she could hear the fans chanting "You sold out." And Seth went back to yelling at Dean. She could also hear what sounded like Seth smacking Dean around as well.
When she realized that all the rubbing was doing was making her eyes sting more, she stopped and tried to open them. Her vision was so watery, she could barely see her own hands in front of her, and the blinding lights weren't help.
Sitting up, she blinked as her eyes locked on blurry shapes. She knew just by the context of the fans and what had happened mere moments ago, that Seth was standing over Dean. What she didn't realized was that he was going for the Curb Stomp. Not until she heard the hit, followed by the loud boos.
One of the shapes got closer to her and she put her hands up, protecting herself, but all that happened was her head got pushed to side a little, as it walked passed. Knowing it was Seth, she waited until she heard him getting out of the ring before she crawled over to Dean who was still laying there not moving.
"Dean." She called out to him as she moved to sit next to his head. Leaning over him, she rested her head on his shoulder. "You ok?" She asked as tears starting to break loose. Don't. She told herself. She wasn't going to cry over this. Wasn't going to show the world just how humiliated she was. Seth would not win.
Under her, she felt Dean move as he reached up and wrapped his arm around her head. He didn't say anything, but he did give her a squeeze. She knew he felt the same way she did, knew that his pride was hurt.
"Let's get you backstage." She mumbled into him, as she kissed his arm.
After a second, he started to roll over, and quickly she sat up to let him. When he looked up at her, she could see just how red his eyes were, and she was sure that hers looked just like him. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, only for them to vanish quicky as his eyes went wide.
Dean franticly started to look around before he grabbed what was left of his ripped-up shirt. Literally tearing it off of himself, he pressed it against her. "Cover up with this."
Drawing her brows together, she looked down to see that the part of her shirt that was drenched in beer had turned transparent. Her heart skipped a beat, and she blushed as she yanked Dean's shirt closer to her body.
"Let's go." Dean said in a hard tone.
She nodded.
Being as careful as they could, they slowly got out of the ring and started for backstage. Around them, the fans clapped and cheered for them as they went. It was so warming that she got mad at herself for not being able to enjoy it better.
Passing through the curtain, they were greeted with two concerned faces of Renee and Hank who were holding out towels for them.
"Here." Renee as she helped wrap the towel around her.
Sighing, Angel asked. "Don't tell me the camera's it up?"
Renee paused before nodding. "Unfortunately."
Those tears threatened to come back, but once again she held them off.
As if sensing how close she was to break down, Renee grabbed something from the table beside her and held it out in her hands. "I grabbed you both a clean shirt."
"Thanks." Dean sighed as he took his shirt. "but, I think I'm going to go take a shower." He ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't think the rental place would really like me dripping beer in the car."
"No, I don't think they would." She gave a humorless chuckle. "I should probably take a shower too."
The word shower sounded so good right now. She couldn't wait to get out of the cold, wet top, and get her hair cleaned. Or at least rinsed out.
"Then I'll see you when we're both clean." He leaned over and gave her a kiss.
Renee following her, she started down for the woman's locker room. The whole tiem down, Renee started to bitch about Seth and Randy.
"We'll get them back." Angel said as she opened the door to the locker room.
She was suddenly blasted with a wave of perfume and a bunch of laughter. "Did you see that." A familiar voice said with a laugh that sent a chill down her back. "They ran back to the locker room with their tail tucked behind her legs."
Closing her eyes, she paused in the middle of the doorway. There's a part of her that wondered if enough Superstars had already left so that she could take a shower in the men's locker room. She didn't think she could handle any of Eva Marie right now.
"Angel."
Too late. She sighed as saw Natalya walking up to her with a huge smile on her face. "Oh, hi Natty." She tired to smile back. "How are you?" She asked as she looked behind the woman to see Rosa Mendes and Eva Marie packing up their bags.
Natalya's eyes softened. "We saw what happened, are you ok?"
"I'm find." She said. "Just a little soggy."
Her smile doubled her eyes lit up. "Well that good to hear, we were so worried about you."
We. She looked back at Eva and Rosa. "I'm sure you were. But really I'm ok, just in a desperate need for a shower."
"Oh, I'm sure you'll feel really good after the shower." Natty said giving her a small hug which was basically her grabbing her arms and leaning her head in so they were cheek to cheek.
Blinking she turned towards Renee, to which she shrugged and they started into the bathroom.
"That was awkward." Renee chuckled.
"Very."
"So, what do you think that they were laughing about."
"Oh, I'm going to throw a wild guess and say me."
"That's probably a good guess."
"You think?" She asked as she walked over to the shower stall and pulled back the curtain. She slowly started to strip down, first taking off her boots and socks and setting them off to the side. She got into the stall and closed the curtain. Scrunching her nose, she peeled her shirt off.. Sighing, she looked down at the beer-soaked thing and shook her head. Her new shirt was now stained so bad that it would take a miracle to get it out.
She then looked down at her bra. "Great." It wasn't as wet as her shirt, but it was wet enough that it stuck to her chest as she removed it.
"What?" Renee asked.
"Nothing." She sighed tossing her shirt up onto the wall of the shower stall. "The beer soaked into my bra."
"Oh ew." She sighed. "I was going to get you a clean one but I couldn't find one."
"They're in my suitcase that's still in the car."
"Do you want me to run and get one?"
"No." She said as she finished getting undress. "I'll be fine. I'll just go without one. Not to mention, I don't want to chance being alone with Eva."
"Good thinking."
After making everything was out of the way, she turned towards the shower and turned on the water. As soon as the cold water hit her, she let out a squeal.
"Cold?"
"Freezing." She shivered and danced around.
Renee laughed. "When have you ever turned on a shower and it be warm?"
"Shut up." She laughed back as the water did slowly warm up.
"Hey, I have a question for you."
"Ok."
"I know you told Natalya that you're ok, but I wanted to make sure."
Pausing as she started to rinse out her hand. She thought about her answer. "I'm fine."
"You sure? You know you can tell me anything."
"I'm sure, I'm just pissed off and humiliated."
"I'm not talking about what happened with Seth." Renee sighed. "I'm talking about what happened with Randy."
Angel froze.
"You seemed a little out of it."
"You say that?"
"Yeah, the production team made sure everyone saw it."
Closing her eyes. "Great, just great." She groaned as she thought about all the voicemails and texts that were going to be waiting for her.
"I didn't mean to upset you more, but I wanted to make sure that you were ok."
"You didn't upset me." She sighed. "I just hopped that what happened kind of got overshadowed by the match. But of course, the production team decided that during a match, they needed to show me having a freakout."
"Well at least it wasn't a visceral freakout, you were basically just sitting there with your head in your hands."
Taking a deep breath, she went back to washing her hair. Her mind racing back to what had happened. She remembered jumping up to distract Randy, remembered the panic that went through her as he raised his fist, then it was like a fog covered her. The next thing she remembered was the sound of Dean smashing into the steel steps. Well at least she'll most certainly get to see a video package about what happened to jog her memory.
"You want to know an upside to everything?"
"There's an upside?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, let me have it."
"You weren't wearing the ugly bra."
"What?"
"You weren't wearing the ugly bra." She repeated.
"Ugly bra?"
"You know, that one bra that is old and really should be thrown away, but is still comfy and you wear it when you just want to feel comfortable." She explained. "Every woman has one."
"I don't."
"You don't?" She gasped. "There's no way."
"A lot of my older bras, start getting lumpy and the wires poke me, so I get a rid of them."
"This is shocking. I feel like it's against girl code to throw them out."
As she rolled her eyes, Angel realized that Renee was trying to change the subject, was trying to make her feel better. And honestly, it was working. "Well maybe the girl code needs rewritten."
"Don't say that. It's sacred."
"Sacred doesn't always mean good."
"I'm going to have to turn you over to the girl code police."
"Should I be scared?"
"Yes. You should be, I mean it. You don't want to hear the extreme punishment the girls court comes up with."
"Oh, I guess I'm going to need a lawyer." She laughed as she ran her fingers through her hair. Satisfied enough, she turned off the water and turned towards the curtain of the shower stall.
"Towel."
"Here." A towel appeared.
"Thank you."
"So, are you all cleaned up?"
"As clean as I'm ever going to be without soap or shampoo." She said drying off.
After drying the best she could, she got dressed and gathered up all of her wet clothes into the first towel. Part of her wished that she had enough common sense to bring a plastic bag for something but of course, she didn't.
Tucking it into her arm, she opened the curtain to the shower stall and stepped out.
Renee stepped forward and took a sniff. "Well, know you only kind of smell like beer."
"There's a plus." She sighed. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel, so that I can take a real shower and go to bed." She said walking over to the bin for dirty towels. Debating whether or not she was going to steal the towel wrapped around her clothes, she tossed in the one she used to dry herself off with.
How much can the towel be anyway. She asked herself before stepping away from the bin. "You think they'll notice?"
"If you take the towel?" Renee asked.
"Yeah."
"No. They probably have hundreds."
"Good, because I don't really feel like carrying my bar in the open."
They turned to walk out of the showers, Angel was suddenly nudged backwards. The towel under her arm fell to the floor.
Catching herself, she glanced towards the person who pushed past her. It was Eva Marie. Great. "Oh, I didn't see you there."
"Sure." She rolled her eyes as she turned to pick up her things.
"Oh hey, I just realized that I never thanked you." Eva said sounded almost genuine.
Puzzled, Angel looked up just in time to see the woman's face fall.
"For getting me in trouble."
She stood up straight. "For getting you into…" She paused. "Are you talking about the messages on Twitter?"
"Yeah."
"Oh well then, you're welcome." She crossed her arms.
Eva rolled her eyes. "They were just tweets."
"Tweets that were out of line." Renee added. "You can't just tweet shit like that."
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I could only tweet things that you two agreed with, or else I get put on a probation."
"Probation? You're lucky." Angel laughed. "You know, I know your manager is your husband but you might want to fire him. That or have him reread your contract because all talent has to sign a clause in their contract that says, that says that even thought your allowed to put things about your coworkers on your social media account, you can't put anything that is damning or reputational ruining. If you do, you can end up being punished a lot worse then being on probation. Every manager should know that. And if he did that makes him a shit manager for allowing you to tweet what you did, and if he doesn't it also makes him shit manager."
Eva stepped up into her face and glared. "You're one to talk about shit managers. Isn't it a manager's job to put together matches that favor their clients? When's the last time Dean has been gang banged in the ring?" She smirked. "Also, how long has his arm been injured? What a good manger you are allowing him to fight with an injured."
"I let Dean pick the matches that he wants. And if he believes that his arm can handed it then I trust him. But at least my clients are on the show every night."
Eva scoffed and flinched like shew as going to hit her and must to Angel's own surprise, she didn't move. "Oh, look who's trying to be miss tough now. Stop the act, I saw how scared you were tonight."
"Tonight, you mean how I was scared of Randy, totally." She nodded. "But you nah."
"Is that right?"
Three loud thumps were heard on the locker room. "Angel, Renee? You in there." It was Dean's voice.
"Yeah." Renee answered.
"I don't want to rush you guys but I ran into Hank and he kind of hinted that talent needed to leave soon."
"Oh, we'll be right out."
"I'm going to start taking mine and Angel's stuff to the car, you want me to grab yours?"
"I'm good. I'll get it." She called back as Angel felt her shoulder pulled backwards. "Let's go, she's not worth it."
She was right. Taking a deep breath and nodding, she finally stepped backwards. "Yeah, let's go."
As she went to stop away, Eva laughed. "Oh look, Dean finally did something good for once," She coughed and then said. "he saved you from me."
She snorted, as she picked up her clothes. "Keep thinking that." She turned away and followed Renee out of the locker room.
"Good self control." Renee told her. "I was three seconds away from hitting myself."
"Thanks." She chuckled. "I have to look through my contract before I hit her."
"Yeah, cover your tracks."
"Have to." She laughed.
Sonia: I'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter!
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