Welcome to Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seven
Ok, So this one was weird. I had trouble writing because I thought I made Dean a little too angsty, but let me know what you think. I want to dive a little more into his head. I hope you like it.
Thursday: August 14, 2014/ Smackdown: August 15,2014
"Hello and welcome to The Rocket and Spalt show, where we talk about anything and everything that is on our minds. I'm sure you realized that I am neither Rocket or Splat, both of which are at an event and couldn't make it today. But since today's show is too good to be true, they asked me Click to come in and be the MC." Angel watched as the woman talked right into her mic. "Today we have with us in the studio, WWE's own Dean Ambrose and his manager Angel Miles. Hello and welcome."
"Hello."
"Thank you for having us."
"This is so exciting." She giggled to herself. "The two of you are just days away from the pay-per-view Summerslam, which takes place this Sunday, isn't that right?"
"It is." Dean answered his voice sounded more raspy than normal. Angel had a feeling that it had to do with the fact that they had been running all over California doing interviews and appearances like this. Even her throat was a little scratchy and she hadn't had to talk nearly as much as Dean did.
"So, as I stated before, I'm not the normal MC for the show, Rocket is the one who is a big wrestling fan, I'm still new to the whole thing, so I apologize if I get things wrong or seem like an idiot."
"Don't apologize." He told her. "Everyone's got to start somewhere."
"That's a good way to look at it." She smiled. "I hope our viewers feel the same. So I do have a question, I know that WrestleMania is your biggest show, where does Summerslam fall?"
"It's number two."
"So WrestleMania and Summerslam are one and two, and the rest? Is there like a tier list?"
"Not really." He sighed. "It's hard to explain, all of our pay-per-views are important, but there are four shows that stand up above the rest."
"And what are these other shows?"
"Survivor Series and The Royal Rumble."
"Oh! Royal Rumble I heard of that one. Doesn't the winner of that headline WrestleMania?"
"I mean kinda, whoever wins the Rumble gets a championship match at WrestleMania, and nine times out of ten that is what headlines the show, but not always."
Sitting back in her chair, Angel listened to the interview. Keeping herself engaged just enough that she wasn't being rude or anything, but she knew how this was going to go. It was the same way that every interview went. Dean was the star, the Superstar if you will, and he was the one that everyone wanted to hear from, which was fine by her.
"While doing my homework for this, I went back and watch a bunch of your videos, and let me say wow, seems like you have been on a wild ride."
They both agreed.
"Like what happened just this Monday. I saw a video of you jumping out of a giant birthday gift and attacking your opponent for this Sunday, Seth Rollins. What the….How did that come to be?"
"Your guess is as good as mine." Dean chuckled. "Like a lot of stuff on the show, it just kind of happens."
"Just kind of happens?" Click said sounded like she didn't believe him. "There's no way."
Leaning towards the mic in front of her, Angel nodded her head. "He's telling the truth. When we got to the arena that night there wasn't a plan to put him in a box. In fact, that was a just a spur of a moment thing that we came up with, and it just so happened to work out."
"That's crazy." Click laughed. "How long were you in the box."
"From the start of the show until I broke free." Dean told her.
"Wow." She shook her head. "Does that kind of stuff happen all the time with you?"
He shrugged. "I'm known to be a little off, though I just call it being creative."
"And I'm guessing that's where 'Lunatic Fringe' comes from?"
"You know, I'm not really sure where that cames from, I think the show's MC Michael Cole must have said it once and then it just stuck from there."
Angel shook her head. "It comes from the fact that you act like a lunatic and because you have messy hair."
Click laughed. "I was going to ask if that was part of it."
"Hey, the hair just does that the hair does."
"Yeah, and it be messy."
Dean glared at her but that just made Click laugh more. "So you two are really together huh?"
They both looked back at her. "We are."
"I can tell just by the way you talk to each other. It's cute." She said as Dean awkwardly cleared his throat. Click then turned her attention towards Angel, which had her straightening up and waiting for whatever she was going to ask. "I'm sure you get asked this a lot, but what's it like being both the girlfriend and the manager? Is it difficult? Do you find yourself making decisions that you normally won't, due to your relationship?"
She thought about it. "I don't really know. I hadn't had much experience of being a manager before we started dating, so I really don't have much to go on about what I would have done if we weren't together."
"How long were you a manager before you started to date?"
"A couple of months?"
"What!" Click gasped. "Talk to me."
Angel chuckled. She couldn't believe how confused people got when they found out just how long she had really been a manager. "I wasn't supposed to be a manager, I was training to be a reporter with Renee Young, who is amazing by the way, when I had an incident with the person I was interviewing and Dean came down with the other two members of the group he was in, Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins, to help me. From there I just became their manager."
"What isn't Seth Rollins the guy that you're fighting this Sunday?"
"He is." Angel glanced over to see Dean's hand curl into a fist.
Click's eyes shot back and forth between the two of them as if she was trying to put the piece together. "It looks like I'm going to have to go back and watch everything that's happened. When does this all start?"
"February."
"OH my god! This has all been since February, well, I'm hooked."
"See, I knew we could make a fan out of you."
"You might have." She laughed. "You two have one more show on the way to Summerslam this weekend, that being Smackdown. Do you have anything planned for the show?"
"You'll have to watch to find out." Dean gave her a charming smirk.
"I knew you were going to say that. I was just hoping for some sort of inside scoop."
"The only reason we can't give you a scoop, is because we have no idea what we're doing ourselves." Angel told her. "But we didn't know what we were going to Monday either and Dean ended up in a box, so who knows."
"Well then we'll just have to wait until tomorrow to find out."
…
Angel yawned as she laced up her boots. Four more days and they were back to their normal crazy schedule not this full-on big four pay-per-view schedule. She needed tonight to go off without a hitch. However, the Miz asked for Roman to be his guest on Miz TV tonight, and Dean had a match against Cesaro, which meant anything could happen. Great.
After the Raw after Summerslam, she was going to sleep until text Thursday. She had to just make it until then. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment before she jolted awake again.
"Oh, almost lost her." She heard Roman laugh.
"Yeah." Dean sighed. "I was about ready to catch her."
"I'm fine." She glared at the two of them. "Neither you can talk. If I remember, I had to drive here today because someone almost drove us off the road, because someone couldn't keep his eyes open. While this one," She nodded to Roman. "was snoring in the backseat. You two took a nap. Not me."
Dean shook his head. "I would have drove, you weren't so insistent that we switch."
"You almost drove off the road!"
"I did not."
"You hit the curb."
"I tapped it."
"Uh, huh." She rolled her eyes. "And that's why as soon as we switch, you were out like a light."
"Hey, I have a match tonight, I needed my rest."
She inhaled sharply, but quickly her 'anger' simmered as she realized he was right. "Still, you can't make fun of me for being tired."
"We're not making fun of you." Roman told her. "Just thought you were going to topple out of your chair."
She shook her head. "I'll be fine, once the adrenaline of the show starts."
D.D.D.
Dean took a deep breath as he watched Angel sleep on top of the bed of hoodies and duffle bags that they made up for her so she could take a quick nap. That was forty minutes ago. Now the show was about to start and Roman's interview with the Miz was up first, followed by his match with Cesaro.
She had asked him to wake her up before them, but when he went to reach out to do that. His hand stilled as she let out a small senseless mumble as she cuddled deeper into what just happened to be his hoodie. His heart swelled and a small voice in the back of his head told him not to wake her up. She deserved to keep sleeping. She deserved her rest.
I'll wake her up after Roman's interview. He told himself as he leant against the road box that she was on. His eyes landed on the TV that they had commandeered. When the screen in front of him finally turned on, he really did try to pay attention to what was going on. Wanted to watch his best friends interview, but he couldn't stop himself from glancing down at the woman asleep next to him.
The little voice peaked up in his head again. Let her sleep. Think of everything she does for you. She deserves to be able to rest. You saw how tired she was. She nearly fell off her chair. He and Roman hadn't been joking when they told her that.
They had been getting ready for the show when he noticed her swaying in her seat. He could hear the tiredness in her voice, and her actions were becoming very sluggish. He had a feeling the three hour drive they had from the airport to here really did the final nail in the coffin for her.
She had been trying to get ready for the show, when she started tip out of her chair. His heart had lurched as he quickly moved to catch her before she hit the concrete floor, but she had jolted away before she had completely collapsed.
He covered his worry with humor.
"Dean Ambrose and Angel Miles are needed at the gorilla."
Deciding that the voice in his head was right this one time, and she needed her rest, he pushed himself from the road case and started for the gorilla. However, two steps away another voice spoke up, the one he hated the most. Fucking idiot. Go wake her up. She's going to be upset that she slept through your match. She is going to be mad at you. And you're going to regret this.
He already did.
When he got to the gorilla, a crew member came right over to him to go over game plan. "Where's Angel?"
"She not coming down with me." He answered, the words sounded wrong in his throat. "She's not feeling well."
"Oh." The guy's eyes widened as he relayed the info through the walky-talky. "Angel's Miles will not be joining Dean Ambrose."
"Copy."
His gut twisted. He knew it was his choice not to wake her up, but hearing the fact that she wasn't coming with him from someone else, made him feel sick. He glanced down at the floor. She's really going to kill me for this. He sighed.
Keeping his eyes down, he found a spot out of the way and stood there waiting. Waiting was already the worst. Since he didn't have someone to make conversation with or to really distract him in any way, he ran his eyes over the pattern on the floor. As his eyes trailed towards his right side, he had half expected to see Angel's boots next to his.
A tightness filled his chest, making him rub at it. All this just because he was trying to be a good boyfriend and let his girlfriend rest after a long week. Fuck. He cursed as the urge to race down to where he left her, pick her up and run back here hit him hard. He would probably miss his cue, but at least she would be with him.
"Coming back to commercial, Cue up Ambrose's music."
He heard making him look up from the floor. Damn it. Then a thought hit him. When was the last time he had to walk down to the ring by himself? Surely there must have been at least one time, but he couldn't remember it right now. Couldn't even picture himself walking to the ring alone.
Especially not since Angel.
There was a hint of a memory that he had back before her, it was when he was facing Kofi for the United States Championship. He had gone to the ring alone that time, but even then Roman and Seth had at least walked him to the steps. And then they came out to celebrate his win with him.
Did that mean the last time he was truly alone was back in FCW.
The sound of his own theme music made him jump. "Shit." He groaned as he quickly poured his untouched bottle over his head. Tossing it to the side when he was done, he double timed it towards the stage.
As soon as he stepped into the bright lights, he inhaled sharply trying to push down all the thoughts and feelings that were racing around in that noggin of his. He needed to get his head into the game.
His opponent was Cesaro. Which other than Seth was probably his favorite person to be in the ring with. However, not for the same reason as Seth. He just loved to fight Cesaro, the man was a beast, he always kept him on his toes, always pushing him to hit just a little harder. Part of him wondered if the man was as sick as he was. If he enjoyed the pain a little too much as well. If that was why the two of them railed the other one up.
Although as a thought popped into his mind, he shook his head. No one was as sick as he was. Only he would be praying that this match left him hurting so much that he could forget how weak he felt for letting something as stupid as walking down to the ring by himself get him like this. Fuck, he wanted it to hurt so bad that it made him remember who free being Moxley felt.
Moxley was never dependent on anyone. Never got close to anyone to get that way. Sure, he had Sami, but if Sami had betrayed him the same way that Seth did, it might have sucked but it wouldn't have hurt so fucking much.
And Seth is just the tip of the iceberg of people that could ruin you. His mind told him. If that had been Roman or Angel.
Reaching up to grab the middle rope, he paused for a second as his heart clenched in his chest. STOP IT! He yelled at himself.
He pulled himself up onto the apron and into the ring. He wouldn't let his mind fall back to that. Couldn't. If he let himself even think about the two people he cared about most betraying him, it would break him.
When did you get so weak? The voice in his head asked.
Pacing around the ring, he took off his hoodie vest, his eyes skimming over the thing. He Thought back to the moment that Angel had given it to him. That was when he realized that there had to be more to all this than him feeling a little bit lonely that Angel wasn't out here with him.
Even with how much he wanted to have her out here with him, like normal. He knew that she had been exhausted, and he was more than happy that she was finally able to get some rest. So why the fuck did he suddenly feel like a kick dog.
When the vignette of him sneak attacking Seth on Monday started to play, a light went off in his head. He sighed. It was because of the upcoming match on Sunay. After months of waiting for his chance to get his hands on Seth, he was finally going to get it. Nothing was going to stand in his way. Nothing. He was finally going to his closure, at least a little bit.
At the fought of that, feeling that he had pushed down had started to rise back up. All those dark and nasty thoughts that he had thought he had gotten a lock on, were back. Fucking Great.
Suddenly the titantron was filled with his ugly mug and Dean did a double take. He was shocked by the darkness that he saw creeping over his features. Shaking his head, he turned away from the screen.
Focus Dean. He told him as he rolled out his neck and shoulders, trying to loosen up for the fight.
Cesaro's music came blasting through the speaker, and he couldn't help but smirk. This match was going to be good for him.
"Stay back." He heard the ref's order even thought Dean had no intention of going after the man before the bell rang. Even as his blood boiled and his hands itched to start, he wanted the promised good fight out of the man next to him and to get it was willing to play nice.
Which Cesaro seemed to realize.
Normally anytime anyone got in the ring with him, they kept a weary eye out, since he was unpredictable, but this time, Cesaro paid him little mind while showboating for the crowd. In fact, he didn't even really look at him until they were separated into their starting corners.
They stared at each other and waited.
When the bell did finally ring, the fight started just how he thought it would. Hard hitting, no punches pulled. In fact, it wasn't even ten seconds into the fight when Dean found himself flat on his back after a nice shoulder tackle.
Here we go. He smirked at himself as he relished the spike of pain that echoed through him. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but he could feel his head starting to clear. He knew to really get what he wanted, he was going to need to piss off the man who was standing above him.
A groan rushed out of him as he felt something impact his side. His head shot up to see Cesaro taking off for the ropes. With the man's back towards him, Dean took the moment to roll onto his stomach, which made it easier for him to get his feet under him. Waiting until Cesaro came running past again, Dean pushed himself from the mat.
Eyes locked on Cesaro, he stood at the ready. The taller man hit the ropes and came rushing back. Dean met him in the middle with a knee to the gut.
He watched as Cesaro flipped over his leg and landed in an awkward lump on the mat. Still not seeing the look that he wanted to see in the man's eyes, he grabbed him by the back of head and forced him to feet. He then walked him over to the corner, and slammed his head off the turnbuckle. Spinning the man around, he started throwing punches into his chest. hitting him over and over.
The air was knocked from his lungs as his head was suddenly snapped to the side. It took a second for the sharp pain in his jaw to register, but between it and his blurry vision, he stumbled backwards. His fighting instincts must have kicked in because before he fell back onto his ass, he reached out and grabbed the rope.
However, that effort was in vain as another hit came down onto his stomach. His knees buckled from the hit as he crashed into the corner. A third hit, and his body finally gave out. His ass hit the mat hard and his head whipped back against the turnbuckles.
He guessed that he must have succeeded in angering Cesaro because before he could even register what had happened, he felt a boot smash into his face, twice.
There was finally a pause for a moment in the onslaught of hits. Which he realized was because the ref had pulled Cesaro away from him. His head was pounding from the hits, and he smirked.
To other he might have seemed like he truly lost his mind, but after getting knocked around like that, getting just what he wanted, that beautiful pain that help ground him, how could he not smile.
Fingers dug into his hair, as his body was ripped up from the mat. His feet worked hard to keep up with the rest of him as he was pulled to the middle of the ring. Though they didn't have work long as he was knocked back down to the mat. "Come on, Ambrose!" He heard Cesaro call out for him.
After getting knocked down again, Dean glanced up to see something he hadn't expected to see in his opponent's eyes. Concern.
No. He shook his head. That wasn't the fucking look that he wanted. He wanted to man to he pissed at him, wanted to see the aggression and hatred. Not whatever the fuck this was. Could Cesaro tell that he wasn't all here tonight? Did he understand that he was using this match to fuel something dark inside of him? Is that why he was looking at him like that. Was that it? Was it?
Anger filled him.
"Get up, Dean!" He felt something jolt through his body. Eyes wide, he looked behind him, only to see an empty corner. Alone.
"Get up!" He turned back to the ring to see Cesaro to see him taunting him. "Get up!"
Get your head int the game. He gritted his teeth.
Cesaro 'helped' him stand, which was very generous of him, and he made sure to pay the man back with a couple of punches to the face. Just enough to push the man back so he could take off running for the ropes without the fear of Cesaro sneaking up behind him.
Bouncing off the ropes, he came back with the idea to clothesline the man, but Cesaro had the same idea. With a bit of luck, Dean managed to duck under the man's arm at the last second. Turning on his heels as he hit the ropes again, he launched himself at the taller man, knocking him down with a forearm to the chest.
This time when Cesaro got back on his feet, Dean wanted to get him out of the ring. However before he could launch his attack, Cesaro reversed it and sent him for a run across ring. One that he thought he could capitalize on by throwing himself back at him, but the stronger man caught him, midair.
Shit. He groaned as the hold on him tightened to the point that his ribs cried out. He wasn't sure what Cesaro was about to do, but he didn't want to stick around long enough to find out. Feeling himself being lifted into the air, he manipulated his arm around so that he could slam his hand down on the man's shoulder, using it as leverage to push himself out of the man's grasp.
Slipping over the man's shoulders, Dean landed on his feet behind him and pushed the man with all of the force he could muster towards the ropes. Taking in a deep breath to clear his head, he raced off after the man meeting him just as he spun to take the nip of the ropes on his back. Cesaro's eyes widened for a moment as Dean's hit him with a clothesline so hard that it sent him over the ropes.
Cracking his neck, he walked up to the ropes, grabbing the top one as hard as he could. I don't want your pity. He glared at the man who was trying to get to his feet. Concern was the last thing he wanted to see on the man he was fighting's face. It made him feel pathetic, made him feel weak.
Shaking his head, he thought back to the other times someone had looked at him like that. One was when he was younger and had gotten into a street fight with a much larger man. Halfway through smashing his skull in, the guy finally looked down into his eyes and his fist froze in midair. At the time he didn't understand why he looked at him like he had. But now Dean realized it was because he had finally noticed that he was hitting a child.
The next time he remembered someone looking at him like that had been the worst. It was back when he was fighting Regal. There was a moment in their fight where his mentor's face twisted into almost sadness. No, you can't look at me like that. I don't want you're pity. I don't want it! His mind had screamed out. And then he went on to almost fucking killing the man.
And now he had to experience the look from fucking Cesaro. A man who barely knew him. Fuck no. He wasn't going to let Cesaro ever look at him like that again.
He launched himself over the ropes, landing right on Cesaro.
After getting a few good licks in, he grabbed the taller man and threw back into the ring. Only to stop the counting that was going on.
Getting into the ring himself, he met up with Cesaro who was trying to catch his breath in the corner. However, Dean wasn't about to let that happen.
He kept on him, until the Swiss man grabbed his left shoulder and forced him to his down. Pain ripped through him. He had almost thought that Cesaro wasn't going to stoop to using his injury against him. He was almost happy that he was wrong about that.
Feeling himself being spun about, he was suddenly launched forwards. He clenched his eyes, bracing for the impact that he knew was coming. His left shoulder smashed into the metal pole.
A yell was pushed from him as his body sagged through the ropes. Curling his head towards his chest, trying to get air back into his lungs, he smirked to himself and choked out. "Much better."
…
After that, the match turned into just what Dean had wanted. Neither of the two men holding back even though they had Summerslam on Sunday. At this moment Dean couldn't care less if his body was sore, and he only had one day to rest. Not at all.
Right now, all he cared about was the anger that filled him as Cesaro kicked out of the pin that he had put him in.
His whole body shook with every breath that he tried to take, even still he could barely get any air into his burning lungs. Which kept his head spinning and pounding. A prefect mix that kept him from behind able to think too deeply. In fact, all he could concentrate on was the burning in his eyes due to sweat pouring into it and the slight taste of iron on his tongue. Just what he wanted.
Looking back at his opponent, he pulled his left arm close to his side and rose to his feet. Even though he was enjoying this, he knew he needed to end the match. Couldn't let himself get too beaten up. He needed to save some of his strength for Sunday.
Maybe there was still some rational through in his brain.
However, that didn't save him as he felt himself being turned inside out by a wicked clothesline. Landing face first down on the mat, he blinked and tired to remember what the fuck had just happened.
One moment he was trying to put Cesaro into a Double Arm DDT, a move he had picked up from Mick Foley, and now he was getting rolled over for a pin.
A smart man might have stayed down, but no one called Dean smart. He kicked out.
Curling into himself, he rolled around on the mat until he was able to push himself onto his hands and knees. Eyes locked on the burry lines that he knew were the ropes, he crawled towards them. When he got close enough, he used them to get up.
Leaning against the corner of the ring, he tried to catch his breath. Blinking a few times to clear his vision, he saw Cesaro racing towards him. With a sharp inhale, he stepped forward and met the man with an elbow to the face. Finish this. He reminded himself as he jumped up onto the ropes.
His brain had registered how the first Tornado DDT had almost put him down, so many a second one would do that trick. The problem with his plan was that relying on the same trick over and over meant that people could start to get wise to it. That thought hit him too late. He had pushed himself from the corner to swing the man around for the tornado part of the move's name, but something felt off.
Seconds later, he was being thrown into the air above Cesaro's head. As his momentum gave out and he his body started back down to the mat, he saw the fist coming up forwards him.
The next thing he knew he was lying on his back, his feet up in the air, and a heavy weight over his chest. A fuzzy feeling echoed in his brain as he came to, just in time to feel something hit the ground right next to his head.
He didn't know what count it was, it could have been the three count for all he cared, he kicked out.
The sound of the crowd around him cheering had answered that question. He had managed to get out of the pin just in time.
Groaning, he brought his hand up and rubbed his jaw. Boy was it sore. He knew there would be a nice fist size bruise there, one that went all the way down to the bone. Cesaro got him good.
As he poked and prodded at his chin, he felt a strong hold grasp around his head, trying to pick him up. At this moment, fighting back wasn't going to be the easiest option, but he didn't want to just play into whatever trick that Cesaro had lined up for him. So instead, he dead weighted. Let all of his two hundred- and twenty-pounds fall.
"Fuck you, Ambrose." He heard Cesaro grit through his teeth.
"Too…much for…you?" He asked cockily.
He felt the muscles around his head tense as Cesaro let out a yell, and in seconds Dean hoisted up onto his feet again. He stood there for a moment, allowing the other man to hold him up. Waiting. As soon as he felt the man holding him move, he wrapped himself around him as tight as he could and rolled him up for a pin.
It didn't stick. He didn't think it would, but it was enough to away. Or at least thought. Suddenly he was looking at the world upside down as his back was draped across Cesaro's shoulder. This time he didn't have enough time to register what was going on as his body was tossed around, the rush of a fall hit him, but was quickly cut off as he slammed into the mat.
Groans and whines came from him as he was pushed onto his back and put into another pin.
Get out of there Dean!
"Angel?" He heard her voice in his head. It sounded as if she was right next to him. His eyes trailed to the side of the ring where he knew she would have been. He groaned as his neck moved funny, but that didn't stop him from gazing at the empty spot.
Kick out! Dean you need to kick out!
Through his fucked up mind, he could picture her standing there, frantically telling him to He smiled as he launched himself from the mat.
Falling into a heap of just his own tangled body, his chest was heaving as he breathed from his mouth. He did a rundown of his body, trying to see what was still in working order and what wasn't. At least nothing was broken. Sitting up, he ran a palm over his face, trying to clear some of the sweat. That's when he felt something grab at his left arm, pulling him back.
Not able to support himself, he fell onto his back, his vision filled with Cesaro's face as he knelt above him.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a hand come towards his face. He braced for the slap that he knew was coming. Only to be caught completely off guard when he pushed his thumb into his mouth.
He hadn't been quite ready for that. But had to praise the man as he smartly kept his digit away from his teeth. Bastard probably knew that if he did that Dean would try and bite the thing off.
Using the thumb in Dean's mouth, he grabbed his cheek and pulled him to his knees by it.
Their eyes met for a moment, and word rolled from his mouth before he could stop it. "Kinky."
That's when he got the slap.
Instinct was all it was. A fighting instinct that was ingrained in him since back when he first started wrestling. You smack him, he is going to smack you right back. And that's just what he did. Without hesitation, without thought, he brough his hand up and stuck Cesaro.
A darkness filled Cesaro's face as his head turned back towards him. He knew he had messed up. But there was nothing to be done as a boot hit him square in the chest.
It was an effort to keep his feet under him as he stumbled backwards. Not able to stop himself, Dean just let go and allowed himself to fall backwards against the ropes. He even pushed back into the bit more, creating a slingshot effect as he was thrown back across the mat, right at the man in front of him. The clothesline hit and both of them fell. Quickly Dean went for a pin.
When Cesaro kicked out frustration hit him, building up until he couldn't stop himself from slamming his fist against the mat over and over.
Yelling, he stood up. This ends now. He took a deep breath and moved around Cesaro, wrapping his arm around the man's head trying to go for Dirty Deeds. He couldn't snitch in the hold before he was pushed away.
Suddenly, he felt two large arms wrap around his midsection as he was suddenly off his feet and being shook around like a ragdoll. His ribs complained with every movement, robbing him of whatever breath he had managed to get out.
Fighting the best, he could to get out of the hold, he threw his arm back and was almost surprised when he felt the connection. Glancing back, he saw his opportunity and took it. He wrapped his arm around the reeling man's head and flung them both forward.
After they both hit the mat, it took him a moment to realize that he had done it. He had landed Dirty Deeds. Now all he had to do was pin the man, and this should all be over. He quickly moved over to were Cesaro was laid out and threw himself across the man, hooking his leg as he went.
Blocking everything else, he focused on the sweet sound of repetitive smacks to the mat. One. Two. Three.
He won.
Adrenaline shot through his body in a rush that Dean could only compare to drugs. And it sent him so high that all the pains and aches that he had accumulated over the match were gone, for now.
Clinging to the feeling, he closed his eyes. This was just what he needed. Just what the doctor ordered. The only thing that would make this better was a kiss from his girl. "I'll get one from her soon." He told himself trying to keep all the thoughts from before a bay.
As his music played out through the arena, he used the time to play with the crowd. Scanning them, smirking, and pointing at different signs that were for him or Angel. He saw a little kid wearing his 'Unstable' shirt and put his fist out to him. The kid's face lit up as he put his fist out.
Standing on the ropes, he drew in a heavy breath into his lungs, one that hurt like hell as he finally inflated them all the way for the first time since his match started. Jumping off the ropes, he went to give the other side of the arena the same treatment, when his music was replaced with another.
It felt like a cold bucket was thrown on him. "So much for feeling better."
Turning towards the stage, he saw Seth walking out with that fucking case that he was starting to wonder if was superglued to him or something. Maybe his fucking dick was inside of it, and he felt like he had to carry it around everywhere just to prove that he was still a man.
He then noticed something that had him cocking his head. Seth's shirt. Justing by the bright fucking yellow that was on it, it was the same on he had worn on Monday. Now that Dean could see it properly and not just through his fucking phone, he realized that the yellow lines were actually a very familiar symbol.
Angel's design. Anger filled him anew. That motherfucker.
"Ambrose, this Sunday at Summerslam, you and I finally go one-on-one in a lumberjack match. "
Dean nodded his ran his fingers through his hair, pushing his bang back out of his eyes. "Damn straight."
"A match of your choosing, by the way. A match where twenty other WWE superstars who probably don't like us very much are gonna surround the ring and ensure that neither of us tries to run or hide, say in a birthday present or in a trunk of a car."
"I'm not the one running!"
"The moment that person steps through those ropes one or all of those lumberjacks will throw them right back in the ring."
"Yeah that actually what I want." He said back even though he knew Seth couldn't hear him. "Us trapped together in the ring, I can't wait for it." He reached forward and grabbed the ropes.
"This Sunday," Seth kept going. "I will prove to you, and the entire WWE Universe what I have known all along. That I am the future of this company, and I am better then you. I am better than some lunatic fringe who doesn't give a damn about his well physical wellbeing."
"Name calling." He sighed as he started to pace around. "Mature."
"I am better than some bi-polar nut job who should be locked away."
"Oh you're going to keep going. Cool."
"I am better than some hellcat with rabies, who was never my friend."
Dean rose a brow to that one.
"Who was never my brother, and who I never gave a damn about in the first place." A smirk appeared on Seth face. "I'm sorry, did that hurt your feeling?" He sounded almost genuine there for a second. "You should be used to the fact that no one really likes you or cares about you. I mean look around Dean, you're all alone. Not even your precious girlfriend is out here to support you. Did you finally chase her away too."
Dean's eyes shot wide at the words that were leaving Seth's mouth.
Even he sees it.
A mix of anger and fear washed through him. He didn't know what to do, or how to react. It was like Seth had reached into his head and found all the insecurities. And then he just threw him out for everyone to see.
Glaring at the man on the stage, he swallowed the lump in his throat. He wanted to run up there and smash Seth face off the LED screen behind him. Wanted to scream at him to get out of his fucking head. He could almost feel Seth's nose giving away under his fist. It felt so good.
The only thing from stopping him from fulfilling the urge was the fact that the small bit of rationality he still had reminded him that this could be a trap.
Sunday. Wait for Sunday. You just have to wait for Sunday!
A.A.A.
Angel groaned as she stretched out her body. Maybe taking a nap on a travel case with only a few hoodies to be a cushion wasn't the best idea. Her back certainly didn't think so. She kept her eyes closed as she tried to get her back to pop.
That's went a few worried voices came down the hallway, and she suddenly became aware of the chaos happening around her.
"Should we call the police?"
Police?
"That would just be more of a hassle, plus it's not like he has hurt anyone or really broke their contract."
"So, then we just let him run amuck."
"I guess."
Curiosuly got the better of her as she opened her eyes and looked around, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Although that was easier said then done from her spot. Dean had rolled the travel case over to their corner for her to sleep on and had tucked it away into a 'corner' to get her privacy. Which mean she couldn't see shit from where she was.
"Fucking hell, you are useless." She heard a voice that she instantly recognized as Roman's coming down the hall. "Let me handle this."
Not even a few second later, Roman appeared in front of her with a serious look on his face. One that made a wave of worry wash over her. "Hey Babygirl, I'm glad you're up. We need your help."
"With what?" She asked, her head still feeling drowsy.
"Dean." He said reaching out for her.
She was on her feet before she could even register what he had just said. "Dean? What about him?" Was he hurt?
Roman sighed. "He's pissed off, throwing shit, and not listening to anyone."
"He's pissed off?"
"Yeah like Moxley levels of pissed off."
"What happened."
"I'm not really sure. He won his match…"
His match? Her eyes widened; she had slept through his match.
"and then Seth came out to you know ruin Dean's victory, and something he said must have really gotten to him." He pulled her through the hallway towards where the gorilla is.
The closer they got the more she started to hear what sounded like a beast on a rampage. There was no way that could be Dean. It had to be something bigger than him, had to be. But then she heard him. Heard him yelling out for everyone to get away from him.
Glancing back at Roman, he nodded. Telling her that she wasn't imagining anything.
Pulling out of his hold, she raced off towards the sounds, only to skid to a stop when Dean finally came into her view.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" Dean yelled so loud that she wondered if they could hear him in the arena. "Did you hear me?" He cocked his head to the side as step into the man who was trying to get him to settle down's face. "Get. The. FUCK. AWAY. FROM. ME!"
His arm jutted up like he was going to hit the man, but it just hung there in the air. A threat.
She took a deep breath before starting over to him. A lump formed in her throat. As she ran an eye over him. He looked fresh from the battle. His hair was wet and a mess, his shirt was over stretched and wrinkled, the tape on his arm was falling off as if it had been pulled on, and she could see the bruises that were starting to form on his body.
But the thing that really put her one edge was the anger in his eyes, the darkness the fell over his face. She had no idea what Seth did or said to make him like this, but she couldn't remember him being this mad, not even when Seth betrayed him. It chilled her.
Stopping next to him, she could feel his heat rolling from him. Could see his body vibrating as he stood there as his eyes locked on the man in front of him. She looked at the poor security guard who was just trying to do his job.
Their eyes locked in a moment and Angel gave him a soft smile and nod, trying to tell him that she would take it from here. Turning back to Dean, she went to reach out for him, but hesitated. That was when a very vivid memory of his voice echoed through her head. '...every time you touch me or look up at me with those big, beautiful eyes of yours, all the pain in my goes away, all the anger just evaporates.' He had told her that once before, when he had lost his US Title.
She closed the distance between them and touched his side, grabbing onto his tank top. "Dean." She called to him, hoping to reach him through the anger.
The vibrating stopped almost instantly.
That's something.
"Dean." She called out to him again as she gestured for the guard to leave. When he was out of the way, she moved carefully around the man, making sure to keep a hand on him at all times. As she ducked under his arm, she noticed his eyes flicker to her. Watching her. Watching her every movement like a caged animal.
D.D.D.
The intense anger that was just coursing through his body slowly died down as he got lost in Angel's eyes. Just like it did every time. She was like an antidote to his madness. He still couldn't quite understand how, or why she could strip him down like she was doing right now but she could.
Although this time as the anger simmered down, it left something else in its place. Something almost more dangerous than in temper. Those little voices in his head. The ones that haunted him his whole life, the ones that fueled up the dark and nasty thoughts that could cloud his vision.
Did you finally chase her away? You're alone. You should be used to the fact that no one likes you or cares for you.
He gritted his teeth. He was wrong. He didn't chase her away. His Angel was right here. He stared right into those hazel eyes. She was still with him. Still cared about him. Still loved him. He knew that. He knew it was his fault that she wasn't at ringside. Knew that if he had just woken her up like she told him to, that she would have been down there, cheering him on. He knew that. He really did.
Then why did he feel like she was just an illusion.
Why? Why? He shook his head. NO she's here with me.
But for how long? He was right, everyone leaves you. You're meant to be alone. So how long until she leaves. How long? The question grabbed his heart and twisted it.
Fear filled him.
"Dean?"
His body jolted at her voice. She wouldn't leave me. She wouldn't.
Are you sure about that?
She won't. She can't. I won't let her. He stepped forward until he engulfed her with his own body. She's mine. Pressing into her, he forced her to step back until she was flat against the concrete wall behind her.
She glanced behind her before looking up at him, her face turning pink with a blush that made growl like noise pull from his chest. "Dean. Wait." Her eyes darted again. "Um. Why don't we find you somewhere more private to calm down in?"
He heard her, but he couldn't stop himself as he boxed her in, leaning forward to place his arm on the wall above her head. Their height difference made it that she had to crank her head up to keep eye contact.
"Angel." He said low. "My Angel."
He watched in sick satisfaction as her body shivered under him. He knew it made him a really sick and twisted man that he got off on the fact that only he made her act that way, only he could pull those sweet sounds from her, only he knew what she looked like when she was desperate, desperate for him.
Bringing his free hand up he rested it on her cheek, rubbing his thumb over the smoothness of her skin.
Enjoy it while it lasts, Deano. He gritted his teeth. The one thing he hated most about the voice in the back of his mind was that it sounded like him, or it sounded like him when he was Moxley. The lonely, paranoid, street pup that he used to be.
No. He told himself. She's not going anywhere. She's mine.
Is she?
Without even realizing it, his hand had trailed down to her throat. The palm of his hand resting on her collar. With slow drawn-out movement, he ran his finger over her throat until and down where he could feel her pulse. "Tell me."
She inhaled sharply. "Tell you what?"
Tell me that you're mine, and that you will never leave me. He thought as he turned her head towards the side, giving him full access to her neck. His eyes landed on the spot that he knew if he leaned down and kissed her there, that she would turn to puddy in his hands. Knew that her breath would hitch, and that she would grab onto in that sweet, sweet way.
He was suddenly aware of how far away from him she was. Even though his body was pressed against hers there were still gaps. Gaps that he knew she fit into so perfectly. Dropping his head to the side, he laid it against her shoulder and breathed her in. Her soft sweet scent filled his nose and his mouth started to water.
Running his nose up the length of his neck, he mumbled against her. "You're mine." He wedged his knee between her legs, pressing it again her until he knew she was standing on her tip toes.
She gasped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Such a pretty fucking sound. He wanted to hear it again. Needed to.
Rocking forward, to create just a little bit of friction, he groaned out. "You hear me? You're mine." He felt her swallow. "Say it." He ran lost the urge to taste her and ran his down to that sweet spot. Just like he thought, she melted into him, filling all those previously empty spots. But as much as he enjoyed the feeling, he couldn't help but linger on the fact that she didn't listen to him. "Angel," He groaned low against her.
"Huh?"
"Say it."
Her breath caught in her throat as he rocked again. "I…I don't know what you want me to say."
She didn't know. How could she not know? Oh, he was going to remind her. Leaning up, so that he could look her in the eye, the hand around her throat squeezed a bit, only to get her attention. "I want you to tell me who you belong to. Who is the only person who can touch you."
Her mouth fell open. He frowned when her eyes darted away from him for a second, but his concern washed away with her trembling saying what he wanted to hear. "You."
See, she knows. He told himself as he smirked down at her. He went back into her neck and nuzzled his nose against her. Make sure everyone else knows. His eyes locked onto the spot that had been teasing him this whole time before he latched on, biting the shit out of her.
He knew he was being too rough. Knew that once he came down from this, what ever the fuck this was, that he would regret everything, but right now all he could think about was the fact that he needed the world to see that she was his. Need everyone to know that no one could take her away from him. That even when they weren't next to each other, that no one could touched her.
The taste of iron made him pull away. Licking his lips, his eyes stayed locked on where he had just bitten, an angry red mark that was a perfect outline of his teeth glared back at him. All around it tiny red dots were already starting to show. Then he noticed it, the small wound that lined up with his eye tooth.
His body sagged at the sight, he never wanted to hurt her. Never….
A loud crack filled the hallway as Dean's head shot forward, just barely missing the wall. Temper suddenly came back at full blast, he cranked his head around to see Roman glaring a hole in the back of his head.
"Hey asshole, why don't you fucking listen to your god damn girlfriend and get a fucking room before you start that shit." He yelled. "Or are you just going to fuck her here while everyone watches."
That was the first time Dean had even looked around. Guilt hit him as he met eyes with all the different people who were trying to avoid looking in their direction but failing to do so. He then turned to look back at Angel. Shit. He still had her pressed up against a wall, her mouth slacked open as she tried to catch her breath. Her face was redder than he had ever seen it get and her eyes were clamped shut, and he knew it was to block out all the eyes.
Great fucked up again. He sighed, pulling away from her, allowing her to slide down the wall onto her feet.
Slowly her eyes opened, and she looked up at him with such a loving look that he wanted to bash is own head in for being such a prick to her.
"Dean? Do you wanna go back to the…"
"I'm going to for a walk." He cut her off before she could ask the question that was on the top of her tongue. There was no way after what he had just done to her in public that he was going to let her ask him if he wanted to go back to the hotel.
Just as he went to turn away, he felt her hand grab onto him. "Dean."
"I'm just going to walk around the arena, I'll be right back. I have to clear my head."
A.A.A.
"Thanks." She smiled up at Roman as he placed a bottle of water in front of her. Grabbing it, she sat hunched over in her chair at the catering. She instantly brought it to her face and rubbed the cold bottle around her warm cheeks.
The blush that Dean had worked on her face, hadn't even faded in the slightest. Every time someone looked at her, she wondered if they saw the mess that Dean made out of her. Saw as she melted and almost lost herself in his arms.
Groaning, she dropped her head down to the table.
"I'll kill him for you, if you want."
"That's sweet, Ro, but I'm good." She sighed. "I just…I wasn't….ready for that." At least she wasn't ready for it to happen in such a public place.
"Babygirl, no one was."
She groaned even louder.
"So, um." Roman cleared his throat. "How's your neck?"
"It's fine." She said bringing her hand up to rub the mark. Even as the muscles in her neck twitched from the touch, she almost smiled. This, this she was used to. Dean was mouthy in multiples ways. If he wasn't talking it was because his mouth was busy. And it wasn't like it was the first time he had broken skin with his teeth. She thought back to that night and sighed.
As gone as Dean seemed, her sweet and caring boyfriend hadn't been too far away. The bite had been proof. Everyone who was there would have sworn that it was Roman hitting him that brought him back from his stupor, but it wasn't. It was the bite. The moment he realized he had 'hurt' her. She felt the change in his body as soon as he noticed he had bitten her too hard.
It was the same way his body had changed the first time. Shit! I'm sorry. He said, worrying about her. Fuck, that was too hard wasn't it. She could remember the loving way he could kiss the spot the rest of the night. She was sure he would have done it again if Roman hadn't jumped in to defend her.
She wondered what had made Dean go that far to begin with. What did Seth do to make him this angry. She had wanted to watch the replays of the show, but since Roman had dragged her out of their little corner, she hadn't been able to get her phone. Maybe she could get him to get it for her.
Picking up her head, she went to ask Roman for the favor when two strong arms wrapped around her from behind her. Looking down, she relaxed as soon as she saw the taped up hair of hands that were gripping onto her sides. She felt a heavy weight on her shoulder as her left peripheral was covered by messy brown curls.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled into her.
She was slightly surprised that he had come back so soon. She half expected to have to go bar hopping to find him again. Taking in a deep breath, she reached back and rubbed the back of Dean's head. "I know you are."
His body sagged into hers. Her heart ached. She could tell that he had been so worried about her being mad at him, that he had worked himself into another stupor.
Giving him a pat on the arms, telling him to ease up, she sighed. "Ro, we're going to go get ready to leave, give us a few?"
He nodded.
Without a word, Dean stepped back from her chair, giving her the needed space to get up before he latched back onto her, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her snug against him. Glancing up at him, she couldn't read his face. Normally his emotions were on display. His eyes told her everything he needed to know, but right now the man was like a blank slate.
The two of them walked back to their things, not saying a word to each other. In fact, they didn't talk the whole time they got their things together. The silence was killing her, she needed him to at least say something.
"So, what happened?"
Dean froze mid movement as he pealed the remanding tape off his wrists. "It's so fucking stupid." He sighed. "I thought I was being a good boyfriend, when I let you sleep in. I really did. You were so tired….but not having you with me out there, it fucked something up. I don't know why, I just got stuck in my head…I hated it." He ranted, his words tripping over each other sentences being chopped off at the end. "When I finally thought I got…ahold of it…Seth. Seth came out and sprouted his nonsense. And then…he said. He said that I should be used to being alone, that you were even there for me…"
"Dean." She reached for him, however before her hand could touch him, he reached up and grabbed a chunk of his hair, pulling on it.
"It was like he was in my head." His eyes landed on her. "It was like he could see the fight that I just went through with my own mind. And I hated it. It pissed me off. Pissed me off so much that I…I could feel…I started to turn back….I started be become…"
"Moxley?"
He nodded. "Then you appeared out of nowhere. It was like you were heaven sent. Instantly talking away my anger, like you always do. But with the anger gone, those thoughts, those insecurities just came racing back full blast. Fuck." His hand moved from his hair to run down his face. "The voice in my head kept telling me that Seth was right and that you would leave me at some point, and I would be all alone again. The pathetic part of me needed to prove that voice wrong…hence…what happened…Sorry."
"Dean." She reached out for him again. This time her hand found his bicep. "It's not pathetic to need reassurance every now and then." She told him. "And I'm not going anywhere. I love you."
She saw his eyes slide shut as if her words took the weight of the world off his shoulders. "I know." He placed his hand onto hers and gave it a squeeze.
Glancing around, trying to make sure that they were in private this time, she stepped towards him. She used the hand on him to push up so that she could reach his ear and whispered. "I'm more than happy to prove that I belong to you, that you're the only one who can touch me." She heard the groan that came from the back of his throat. "I just wish you would have waited until we were alone, so that way we wouldn't have been interrupted."
His bright blue eyes landed on her as he spun around to grab both of her hips. "Say it again."
She purposely drew her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down. "I belong to you Dean Ambrose."
"Yeah, you do, darlin'." He smirked. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that." A chill went down her spin at the wicked promise.
"Knock. Knock." Roman's voice came from around the bend. "Is everything ok over here? No one dead?"
Still locking eyes with Dean, Angel called back. "Nope no one is dead."
"Good." Roman chuckled. "I thought I was going to have to clean up some blood and find a way to make it look an accident to keep you out of jail Babygirl." He appeared seconds later. "So we're, all good. Dumb ass here is finally out of his head?"
"I'm good Ro."
Roman patted Dean on the back. "You can't let Seth get under your skin like that. It's not healthy."
"Tell me something that I don't know." He sighed. "I think it was just a bunch of things piling up at once. You know how I am."
"That I do. That's why I smacked you upside your head."
"Thank you for that." Dean rubbed the back of his head.
"Always happy to smack you around a bit."
"I could tell you enjoyed that one, it stung for a while afterwards."
"Good." Roman smiled. "You deserve it."
"Get your shit packed up so we can leave." Dean said sounding a bit more impatient than she was sure he wanted to.
"Oh, I can't." Roman said. "I'm main eventing tonight."
Angel's went wide. "You have a match?"
"Well, you see I might have punched the Miz in the face turning my interview….and now he wants to fight me."
"You punched him?" She said quickly trying to cover up the curse the came from Dean.
"He was running his mouth." Roman shrugged. "So I shut him up."
"Why didn't you say something earlier?" Dean asked.
"Because I was trying to make sure that my best friend didn't fuck up his relationship."
"Right." Dean sighed as he hopped up onto the travel case that still had Angel's makeshift bed on it. She could see the irritation in his eyes as he leaned back and closed his eyes. "Well at least I get to watch you punch that asshole in the mouth. That should be worth the wait.
BrookeWorm3: I'm sorry that I'm making you wait but we're getting close to something that everyone had been waiting for. So close. I'm so excited to see what you guys think.
LifeWithCatHair: The thing with Eva is building. It's going to snap at some point, we're getting there.
Silentmayhem: Summerslam is going to be fun, but I'll give you a hint. The Raw afterwards... Shhhh don't tell anyone.
Katmoonchild: You'll have to wait to figure out what happens with everyone. Soon
Katara Melody Cullen: Shit, I haven't seen that. But sounds like I need to. Thanks for letting me know about it.