Welcome to Chapter One hundred and Thirty One! Sorry this one took a while to get out to you guys. I promise I'm working as hard as I can to get these chapters out to you. Just been a lot of changes with the new job and new schedule and all that. BUT that being said. Here it is. I hope you like it.
Monday Night Raw: August 18th 2014
"I'm so tired." He heard Angel yawn behind him as he worked to unlock the door, which was easier said than done since his arms were full of luggage.
"Well if you wanna take a nap, we have enough time before our call time." He glanced back at her.
"Don't tempt me."
"Who's tempting?" He kicked the door open and looked around. His mind almost short-circuited when instead of seeing the classic looking hotel room with a king beg sitting in front of him, he saw a very familiar living room and attacked kitchen that made up the bulk of his apartment. "I'm going to take a nap even if you don't."
"Oh?"
"Hell yeah do you know how good it's going to feel to sleep in my own bed for once."
He felt her push against his arm. "Well then hurry up and let us in."
Struggling only a bit, he got both of their bags through before stepping to the side so Angel could walk in. "So, what's first? A shower with real water pressure? Food? Or the nap?"
She looked at him like she had just been asked to pick between saving a puppy or a kitten. "Why did you have to give me more options?" She asked. "As much as I could eat, I'm about to fall asleep on my feet… but a good shower sounds heavenly." She let out a sleepy moan.
"Shower it is." He chuckled shutting the door behind them.
"Ok, just let me help you with the bags." She said reaching for her suitcase.
"No no." He shook his head as he gently pulled her away from it. "You go start the shower and I'll be in after I take care of the bags."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure." He told her. "Need to get you into that bed as soon as possible."
She raised her brow at him.
"For your nap." He laughed. "Can't have you falling asleep backstage again."
Pride filled him as he watched the blush creep across her face before she gave him a smack on the chest. "I told you to wake me up."
"And I would have, if I didn't think you would have curled up and fallen back to sleep on the steel steps."
"I wouldn't have done that." She put her chin up. "Those steps are so uncomfortable."
"And the travel cases are like a Sleep Number." He picked as pushed her forward a bit. "Now get your pretty little ass in the bathroom before I decided to tire you out even more." He swatted her on her backend. She let out a yip as she started down the hall and into the bathroom.
Stretching out his back, he grabbed for his bags first. Pulling it down the hallway towards his room, he paused in front of the bathroom door, where he saw a sliver of light coming from the crack in the door and heard her fiddling with the shower, getting it to just the right temperature for her.
Leaning forward to peak into the room, he could just barely see her half naked leaning into the tub. He has to stifle the groan that was sitting in his throat as much as he would love to make good on his threat, even he was tapped out. Between his match last night and his own mine, he was exhausted. Nothing a good nap with his girl wouldn't fix.
With renewed purpose, he started back in on his task of getting their shit into his bedroom. However, instead of putting someone of it away like he had planned. He threw it all in pile at the foot of his bed.
"Good enough." He sighed.
He knew it would be smarter to unpack everything and get it ready to take down to the laundry room. He was down to his last pair of socks and even worse his last pair of briefs, but that was a problem for tomorrow.
After placing Angel's things in the pile next to his own, he made his way back to the bathroom.
He pushed the door open and stepped into the quickly fogging up room. "Don't use all the hot water. Remember I don't have to supply water for hundreds of people, just you and me."
"I won't." Angel chuckled as she peeked out from the shower. "I'm almost done."
He nodded and stepped up to the small vanity. Glancing at himself in the mirror he ran his fingers through his hair and scratched at his growing beard. To shave or not to shave, that is the question. Processing the choice for a total of ten seconds, he resigned himself to the scruff and he moved away from the sink so that he could get his shirt off without whacking a limb.
When he finally got the thing off, he tossed it to the floor alongside Angel's clothes and looked back into the mirror. This time he looked directly into his own eyes. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, his hands found the side of the sink and gripped down on it as he remembered the last time, he found himself starting into a mirror like this.
So, fight one match and suddenly everything is ok again? He asked himself.
No, but we're better. That voice in his head answered back.
Normally he would never believe himself when he said he was doing better, but this time it was the truth. Since the bell rang last night to start his match, he felt a huge amount of tension roll off his shoulders.
After the fight, even though he lost, he felt like a million bucks, or at least a million bucks that he been thrown into a trash compactor, but still a million.
Sure, at the end of the match he didn't get the one two three, but he had won. At least from his perspective he had one. He had dominated the match almost the entire time and had come so close to winning that Kane had to interfere again.
On top of all that, Angel was there for him. She had weaseled her way out to ringside and as much as he didn't like that she had put herself in harm's way. He was thankful that she was out there. It has helped him keep his mind clear.
"Dean?" He felt a tap on his back. "Shower is free."
Pulling himself from the mirror, he turned to look at Angel who was staring at him with concern in her eyes. Which told him that she had been trying to talk to him before reaching out for him. Trying to ease her worry, he gave her a small smile before his hands found her damp hips.
Not able to stop himself, he let his gaze drop to her body, his eyes bouncing to all his favorite spots until he noticed a dark mark that glared against her pinkened skin. His eyes narrowed as he turned her slightly in his hold so he could look at the mark better.
"I thought I told you the only marks I want on your body are the ones that I leave there." He said tracing the bruise that he knew has been left behind by Fandango when he landed on her last night.
Even thought his mind went hazy with anger, at himself, he couldn't help but take notice of the way she shivered against his touch.
"It doesn't hurt." She told him.
"Not the point." He growled as he pulled her into him, not caring at all that she was wet. Burying his face into her neck, he held onto her tightly as if she would disappear if he let go.
Her hands trailed up his back to rub little circles and he knew it was her way of telling him that it wasn't his fault, but it didn't help. He was the one who jumped on everyone, which meant it was his fault that Fandango had fallen on her in the first place.
"I saw the replay." She mumbled into him. "The spot looked amazing."
"If only you weren't caught up in it."
He felt her chest rise sharply against his. "What's that think you're always telling me? Something about it being part of the job?"
Pulling himself from her neck, he chuckled, you're using my words against me."
"I am." She said without a hint of shame. "It's not the first time and certainly not the last time that I'm going to get mixed up in something like that."
He groaned. "You're going to be the death of me."
She kissed his chest before pulling back out of his arms, which he reluctantly allowed. "Then we can be buried in matching coffins." She saw yawned and stumbled as she tried to grab her towel off the floor.
"You going to make it to the bed?"
She nodded. "I think so."
Watching her for a moment longer as she struggled to dry off, she shook his head and finished stripping down. "Don't forget to set an alarm." He kissed the top of her head before stepping into the shower.
The water hit his back and instantly he felt like he was melting into it. The warmth felt so good against his sore body. Rolling his neck, he moaned as he cracked twice.
"You good in there?" He heard Angel ask. "You sound like you're making love to the water or something."
"Do you blame me?"
"Not in the slightest." She gave a tired laugh.
"You know you don't have to wait for me." He said grabbing the soap from the ledge.
There was a pause, then another yawned followed by her saying. "Ok then….Good night."
"Good night." He shook his head.
Not wasting anymore time, he got himself cleaned up and soon he was out of the shower and toweling his hair out while he walked from the bathroom to his room. The sight in front of him made his chest swell. Angel was already curled up on her side of the bed, holding the stuffed otter that they had gotten at the zoo in Florida.
Careful not to wake her, he tossed his towel into the backset of dirty close, grabbed out a pay of sweatpants that laid next to the basket and pulled them on before getting into bed on his side.
Beside him, Angel shifted slightly, pushing herself back into him as she nuzzled against the otter. Smiling at her, he draped his arm over her and closed his eyes.
A.A.A.
"I can't believe you decided to stay in hotel, when I live here." Dean shook his head at Roman as the three of them walked up to the entrance to the arena.
"Well sorry that I don't feel like trying to squeeze my large ass on your couch." Roman rolled his eyes. "Plus, I didn't want to have to wear soundproof headphones all night."
Angel felt her face heat up as she glared at Roman. "I mean I could have slept on the couch and you two boys would have shared the bed."
That got both of them to raise a brow at her.
"Though I would have to borrow the soundproof headphones."
"Fuck no!" Dean sputtered.
"Ew."
She smiled wildly and laughed as they reacted to her comment just like she knew they would. "I meant because you both snore."
She stumbled a bit as Dean pushed her away. "Yeah, right."
All the chuckling and teasing stopped as they walked into the loading dock. What sat in front of them looked like a torture scene. There was a large tarp on the ground which on top of it sat a chair that was surrounded by a bunch of buckets.
"What the hell?" Roman said as they made a huge circle around everything.
"Public execution." Dean said confidently as if he was one hundred percent sure that he was right.
"Um, I don't think so." She said with an eye roll. "I'm going to say it has to do with the Ice Bucket Challenge."
"Oh shit you probably right." Roman agreed. "I overhead some of the crew talk about it in the lobby while I was waiting for you two, apparently a bunch of people want to participate so they were thinking about setting up a spot for everyone.
"The Ice Bucket what?" Dean asked.
Both she and Roman just stared at him before he sighed. "I sometimes forget that you know nothing about social media. The Ice Bucket Challenge is a think for charity."
"How?"
"People dump a bucket of ice over their heads and then nominated other to do the trend." She explained.
"And what does that do for charity."
She paused and blinked. "I'm not sure. I know it raises awareness for ALS and I know if you get called out and don't do it you're supposed to donate."
"Then why do it at all? Why not just donate." He asked.
"Because it's supposed to be fun."
"IF anyone thinks they're going to pour fucking ice water on my head…they're going to get my fist in their face."
"Well I know who I'm nominating if I ever get picked to do it." Roman stated.
"And I will never see it."
"I'll make sure you do."
"Then prepare yourself for my fist in your face."
"I'm always prepared for that."
"Good."
"Enough boys." She said trying to put some sort of authority in her voice, which due to the giggle that worked its way out with words, she failed. "We got a show to focus on tonight."
"Yes Mom."
"If you two act like children then I'll treat you like children."
"Please don't." Dean frowned. "I don't have that kink."
Her eyes went wide. "What? That's a kink?"
"Oh baby," Dean teased as he threw his arm around her shoulder. "You got so much to learn."
"I don't think I want to learn about that."
"Don't worry about it," Roman chuckled. "With Dean I'm sure you'll have some other really nasty kinks to deal with."
"Can you stop trying to scare my girlfriend away."
"I mean if she's been with you this long, I'm sure she already knows just how messed up you really are."
"I mean…" She went to agree but when she turned to look at Dean she saw him pouting. "Well at least you know he can't scare me away."
"I guess there's that."
"Damn man, are you sure you aren't into being treated like a child, because you sure like to act like one?" Roman asked.
Dean turned and glared at him. "Fuck you."
"Oh that's right, you're more into being called Daddy."
Dean's whole body shot tense. "and how would you know that?"
"Remember that we used to stay in connecting room in really shitty motels with paper thin walls."
When Dean cocked his head like he was trying to remember something, Angel tripped over herself. Daddy? Did he really like to be called that? He didn't deny it, only asked how Roman knew. Did that mean he wanted her to call him Daddy? She glanced up at him and tried to picture herself saying it to him. Her stomach flipped oddly, she was sure if she could do that.
"Darling, you're thinking too much about it." Dean's voice in her ear made her jump. "Roman's teasing both of us."
"So you don't like being called Daddy?' She asked trying to gage his reaction.
All she got from him was a sigh. "It's not about the word itself."
Not denying it!
"It's more about the control that comes with that would arrangement."
"Ok…"
He chuckled. "You already give me what I need without the honorific, so don't worry about it. But if you wanted to start calling me Sir or something like that, I wouldn't say no."
Her eyes went wide before she realized he was picking on her. "Dean." She slapped his arm as he slinked away snickering.
"I'm just saying." He chuckled.
D.D.D.
After getting everything settled in, Renee came down and scooped up Angel for their meeting, which left him and Roma alone for anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour depending on who was running said meeting.
"I still can't get over it." Roman said as started to get ready for the show.
"Can't get over what?" Dean glanced over his shoulder to the man who was waving around a hairbrush.
"How you're in this good of a mood."
"What? normally you're complaining about how I'm always in a bad mood and now when I'm finally feeling pretty good, you're on me for it."
Roman shook his head. "You know what I mean. After last night I was expecting to have to deal with asshole Ambrose and not annoying Ambrose."
He understood. He was sure that anyone who knew him thought the same thing. Fuck anyone who remotely knew about what was going down between him and Seth would be expecting him be furious. Even he was shocked that instead of waking up to his mind reeling, he was feeling chipper and looking at the bright side of things.
"I know last night you said you were ok with everything." Roman sighed. "But I thought that was the adrenaline from the fight talking, that everything would come crashing back down."
"Not this time." He said with a shrug.
"Clearly. But how?" Roman asked.
"Because I honestly believe what I said last night about losing the match and winning the fight. Plus, something I always thoughts was proven true."
"And what was that?"
"That Seth can't beat me." He said not even trying to hide the smugness in his voice. It was a fact that he had known for a while and had a feeling that the Authority thought the same thing, if never letting Seth fight on his own meant anything. They would always have their 'Plan B' hanging out at ring side or just behind the curtains, waiting. And last night confirmed all of it.
"I just want you to know that I'm starting to get whiplash from this roller coaster called 'Ambrose's Mood' and I'm starting to want to get off the ride."
"You and me both." He stated. He realized how back and forth he had been lately. "Though I'm pretty sure it's going to be a little less bumpy for a bit." At least he hoped so. Sunday seemed to have worked out some of the issues in his brain, though how the fuck knows with how it works.
"Oh, what a change that will be."
"Shut it."
After that the two of them fell into a comfortable silence as they sorted everything out for the show. even though neither of them knew what the hell they would be doing. If this wasn't the Raw after Summerslam that might be a more worrying fact but due to the fact that they both had important matches last night, they were sure to get a bone thrown their way. At least if the Authority was smart.
Dean was sure he was going to get dragged around for loosing the match that he picked, but he already had a rebuttal for that. You didn't win. Kane and you're stupid case did. He smirked to himself as he thought about the pissed off look that he would get from Seth on that one.
"So." Roman spoke up. "We haven't gotten a chance to talk about your surprise lumberjack last night. We really can't take our eyes off her for a second, can we?" He laughed. "I mean right now, she might be fist fighting Triple H for all we know."
"Don't joke, but you're right."
His mind shot back to the moment he saw her standing there among the other lumberjacks. Now that she wasn't in danger anymore, he couldn't help but feel proud for the bravery she showed signing her name up on the list of volunteers. He wondered if she realized how bad that could have been? Wondered if she had the plan with the USOs in place before the show or if it was just a last-minute thing. Knowing her, it was last minute.
"She did pretty well last night."
"She did. Though I still have to yell at her for getting into Kane's face." He grumbled. Load of good that will do. He knew she would give him that look, the one that said she was 'sorry' even though she wasn't, not in the slightest. He also knew she would do it again and again and again. "Is hard-headed-ness contagious because I'm starting to think she caught whatever sick thing I got that makes it that I don't give a shit about my own wellbeing."
Roman snickered. "Yeah, I call it the Am-virus. Sad to say it's a terminal, and even though they're working on a cure, testing isn't going well."
"Testing?"
"Yeah they're doing human clinical testing and three have ended up either dead or getting worse."
"Worse? How much worse are we talking about?"
"Not thinking before jumping off the top rope into a pile of men just to knock down the person they were carrying."
"It worked through."
"Sure, but remember you also flattened Angel as well."
"I know." He sighed. It was the one thing about last night that he was kicking himself for. When he had eyed up his target, he didn't see her, though that might have been because he didn't even think to look for her. His mind had been on one thing, finishing the match. It wasn't until he had seen her laid out among the rest of the lumberjacks that he even remembered that she was at ringside. The guilt that filled him then was nothing compared to what he felt this morning when he saw the bruise that had been left behind. Though when he thought about the coy little smile that she gave him after using his own words against him, the guilt ebbed a little bit.
"You'll never guess what she said to me when I tried to talk to her about what happened."
Roman glanced over at him with a brow raised. "What?"
"She reminded me that it was just part of the job, and it's not the first time and certainly not the last time that she's going to get mixed up in something like that."
"Shit." Roman chuckled. "Certainly contagious."
"Fuck."
…
"So, good news and bad news." Dean looked up from his plate of snacks to see Angel and Renee sitting down at the table that he and Roman currently occupied.
"There's also a way of possibly turning the bad news into decent news." Renee added as she reached across and stole a chip from Roman.
"Are you going to tell us?"
Renee rolled her eyes. "No, I thought we should make you two sit here and sweat. Of course, we're going to tell you."
"Then how about you get on with it before we get old." Roman teased.
Angel shook her head. "The good news is, Roman you have a match tonight. Though it is a weird one."
"How so?"
"It's a three-on-three tag match, against Randy and RybAxel."
"That's not that weird."
"You're partners are Sheamus and RVD."
"Sheamus and RVD?"
"Yep."
"Ok then." Roman nodded his head.
"That was my reaction to it."
While Dean pondered Roman's match, he realized what the 'bad' news was going to be. "Is the other news that I don't have a match?"
"Ding Ding Ding we have a winner." Renee answered him.
Angel must have noticed the change in his mood because she quickly added. "But we have a plan."
"Yeah, and what's that?"
He watched as she took a deep breath before glancing over at Reene who nodded to give her the go ahead. "So, I can't guarantee that this will lead to anything bigger, but it might." She started. "And hey if it doesn't then at least you get to get some of your frustrations out."
He leaned forward in his seat, putting his elbows on the table and glancing between the two women in front of him.
"So," Renee picked up from where Angel left off. "One of my interviews tonight is with Seth, to talk about his 'big win' last night and wouldn't it just suck if someone came and ruined the moment."
Running his tongue over the inside of his mouth, he thought about the plan that was being laid out in front of him.
"Think about it, the Authority thinks you're in the past, just another bump in the road, so if we show them that you're not licking your wounds like they think you are, they're going to have to do something to save face." He watched as a smirk came to her face. "Plus, you'll definitely annoy Seth."
"Annoy?" Roman chuckled. "It would piss him off."
Taking everything in, he leaned back in his chair and cross his arm over his chest. All sorts of different plans went through his head. They Authority though that he was yesterday's news, huh? That he was down and out? God, he couldn't wait to prove them wrong. But what was the best way to show them that he was still a torn in their side, that wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
A.A.A.
It was close to the start of the show when they finally left catering. After springing the news on the boys, they spent the time discussing different ways that Dean could 'interrupt' Seth's interview as well as what could be the repercussions from it.
None of their plans seemed to really resonate with Dean, he just sat there listening to everyone. Though, Angel would see the wheels turning in his head. Every now and then he would smirk, which made her wonder what was going on in that brain of his.
After spilling ways with Renee who had to run to get her hair and makeup down, they started back to their corner. However, halfway through the loading dock, Dean stopped dead his eyes locked on the crew member who was currently filling buckets with large bags of ice.
Before she could question him, the man started over to the man.
"What the hell is he up to?" Roman asked.
"I have no idea."
"Hey." She heard Dean call out. "Those are the ice bucket thing, right."
"Uh, yeah." The man stopped what he was doing and turned towards Dean.
"Cool. Cool." Dean shuffled on his feet as he put his hands in pockets. "You think I could steal a bucket."
"You want a bucket?"
"Yeah." He nodded. "I heard this was for charity and Angel and I decided that we wanted to participate."
"Oh, well if you want to do the challenge, I can get everything set up over here and we can film it for you…"
She watched as Dean scrunched his nose before he turned to the 'set up' that sat beside them. "I don't know. This seems a little too generic for me. You know. I was hoping to put a little more of my own style behind it." He sighed as a look of disappointment filled his face. "Angel and I had this whole thing planned out…"
Angel shook her head as she watched him work. Dean was laying on his charm and laying it on thick. And it was working.
The man nodded. "I understand." He said quickly pouring the rest of the bag of ice he had into the bucket next to him. "Do you need someone to help film it?"
"No, we're good." Dean told him. "My Angel is an excellent camera girl."
They watched Dean talk to the crew member who finished putting both ice and a little bit of water from the hose that was running from the outside into the loading dock, into the buckets next to him. The two men shared a laugh before Dean was carefully handed one of the buckets. Dean bowed in thanks before spinning on his heels and heading back towards them with a smile on his face and his tongue through his teeth.
"So are you going to fill us in on the plan that apparently needs a bucket of ice water…"
"I'm going to nominate Seth of the Ice Bucket Challenge."
…
"Please welcome my guest at this time, Mr. Money in the Bank, Seth Rollins." Angel heard Renee announce as they snuck behind where she was interviewing Seth.
"Just in time." She whispered as she looked up at Dean.
Glancing at her, he nodded before turning his attention back to the two people who stood in front of the cameras and lights.
Biting the inside of her cheek to contain her excitement, she slid against the wall behind the production crew trying to get a good view of what was about to happen. Keeping to the shadows, she stopped when she noticed Renee's eyes flickered to her. It was just for a second but she knew that she had been seen. Though she was sure if it was because she stood out or if it was because Renee was on the look out for them.
Ever professional, Renee just kept going with her interview without missing a beat. "Seth you were victorious last night at Summerslam in your lumberjack match against Dean Ambrose, congratulations."
"Renee, thank you." Seth said with a cocky smile on his face. "Thank you very much. It feels so good because id di what I told the entire would I was going to do. I didn't run…"
Yes you did.
"I didn't hide."
There was no place for you to hide.
"I stood, planted my two feet in the center of that ring, inside Dean Ambrose's little Wall of Flesh and I proved that not only am I the future WWE World Heavyweight Champion…" He chuckled. "But I'm the future of the entire WWE…"
Renee suddenly ran off, and that only meant one thing.
Before Seth could even register what was happening, a slurry of ice water our over the man's shoulders, drenching him."
Shaking and puffing, Seth slowly turned to Dean.
"What? It's for charity." He said before tossing the bucket into Seth face.
The braw started almost instantly. The two men exchanged blows as they slipped in the ice water on the floor.
"A little heads up would have been nice." Renee said from beside her.
"Yeah, sorry about that."
"Ambrose! Get off him!" Officials came racing over to stop the fight.
Angel took a deep breath before pushing herself away from the wall. "That's my cue." She started over to the chaos. She helped pull the two men away and surprisingly there was only two men on Dean while six people where holding back a very upset Seth Rollins.
"You're done Ambrose!" He yelled. "I'm done with you."
Pushing her chest against Dean's chest, she was shocked about how calm he was being. "Guess the man doesn't like charity." He said not even putting up a fight as the two officials dragged him away from Seth who was still raging.
"Guess not."
After they were 'walked' down the hall a bit, the officials finally stopped. "Can we trust you to not go after Seth."
"Of course." Dean said with a big smile on his face. They both looked at him like they didn't believe him, and she couldn't blame them. "No, really I had my fun, I'm good."
"Please, Ambrose." The one pitched the bridge of his nose. "Just this once, be good."
"Scouts honor."
After a moment the two men finally decided to 'believe' him and walked away. Leaving the two of them standing there laughing. "You were never a scout."
He shrugged. "Eh. They don't know that."
"I'm pretty sure they do."
"Well, I wasn't lying, I had my fun." He slung an arm around her. "Oh, speaking of that, I think we should make a donation to that charity."
"Alright." She smiled up at him. 'I'll pull up the website when we get back to our corner."
He nodded back to her as they started back through the hallway. "So, do you think we got our point across?" He asked. "Think the Authority is going to realize that I'm still a threat to they're Sethie boy."
"I don't see how not." She answered. "You really got a rise out of Seth with this one."
"Fucking beautiful wasn't it."
"A masterpiece."
They both laughed.
"I'm sure his little ego isn't going to be able to handle this, and he'll go running to Mommy and Daddy, begging for them to do something. Which means you'll either have a match tonight or on Friday."
"Here's hoping it's tonight." He sighed. "Inflicting pain on Seth is like a drug, I get a taste of it and I can't wait to get more."
She patted the arm around her shoulders. "Well, I hope you can hang in there because we might be waiting all night for a response."
However as if the universe wanted to proof her wrong, the screens that they passed lit up as they came back from commercial and immediately started to play a replay of what just happened.
Looking at each other, they stopped. Angel bit her lip, trying not to get her hopes up, she knew this could just be a recap of what happened before the commercial to get those just turning in up to date. Even then she still held her breath as the Raw graphic that they used to transition from one part of the show to the next appeared, only to instantly let it go when Hunter and Kane standing in the Authority's makeshift office filled the screen.
So much for waiting.
"The situation is going to get out of hand." Kane said in a low tone that made her wonder if he even knew that the camera in the office had turned on.
"What the hell!" They heard Seth yell as the sound of a door being slammed open came off camera.
Hunter drew in a deep breath and turned towards where the sounds came from. "Calm down."
"Did you see what just happened."
"Relax."
"Did you see that."
"You need to relax."
"Dean Ambrose is out of his mind. He's a lunatic he's not gonna for anything." Seth rambled not letting Hunter get a word in. "I tried to tell you this. We got to put him out, we got to take him out of the equation."
"You're right."
"If you want me to be Mr. Money in the Bank, you want me…."
"Relax." Hunter said in a tone that sounded like he was talking to a toddler. "Relax. You're Mr. Money in the Bank, clam down. We saw it, which is why tonight you are gonna have a rematch with Dean Ambrose."
Angel glanced up at Dean to catch his reaction. Oddly it wasn't a sudden outburst of energy like she would have expected. He just slowly titled his chin up as a smirk grew on his face.
"Alright good." Seth nodded. "Alright good, another lumberjack match?"
"No, because Dean Ambrose is a problem. People like him, he's wild, he's crazy, he's unpredictable, he's got an attitude."
"Clearly."
"That's why I'm gonna let the WWE Universe decide the type of match you have. I'm going to let them decide his fate, so that tonight when you finish Dean Ambrose off for good, he's not a martyr. No, the blood will be on their hands, not on ours."
"Good luck." Kane looked Seth in the eyes.
"Finish it."
As they Authority faded out and Natalya faded into the screen while her music played in the background, Angel shuffled on her feet. "Something doesn't feel right." She looked back to Dean.
He nodded. "It does kind of feel like trap doesn't it."
"It does." She frowned. "I mean the fuck that Hunter is just ok with letting the fans pick the type of match, that seems a little too far off the wall for the man who normally has a plan for everything."
Dean took a deep breath. "It just means that it doesn't really matter what kind of match is picked, they have a plan that's good for whatever."
"That doesn't sound good."
"Well, we can't back out now."
"Wouldn't matter if there was a way, you wouldn't." She sighed.
Turning towards her, Dean gave her that smile that made her knees wobble before he ruffled her hair up. "You know me so well."
As they made their way to their corner, Angel ruminated in her head. She couldn't stop the bad feelings that were spinning in her gut. Dean had described it perfectly, it felt like they were walking right into a trap. Part of her wanted to shrug her shoulder and say what's new with the Authority. Every match since this whole thing started felt like they were walking into a trap, however this time felt like it was going to be something bigger.
"Looks like you got your match." Roman said knocking her from thoughts.
"Looks like it." Dean said as he took off his leather jacket and placed it on top of his bag. "Just got to figure out what kind of match that it'll be."
"Yeah." Roman nodded. "I'm shocked that they're letting the fans pick."
"I know." She agreed as she jumped up onto one of the travel cases. "It making me feel like he's up to something."
"When isn't he?"
"I mean something more then normal."
Dean shrugged. "What's the worse that can happen?"
"I'm not even going to entertain that question." She shook her head. "Nope, not at all."
"But I mean it." He said walking over to lean on the same case she was on. "I lose another fight, so what? I'll be back at it, making their a living hell on Friday."
"And I mean it too, I'm not talking about it. You just got fully cleared for your arm and I don't want to chance anything else happening."
"Alright, alright." He put his hand on her leg. "I'll drop it."
"Thank you."
When Angel's phone lit up with a message from Hank, she had to question if the Authority had all of this planned, since she was looking at the graphic that showed the options for Dean and Seth's match. It looked too put together to be a last minute thing.
"Um, Hank just me the options for the match."
"Already?"
She nodded as she turned her phone for the two men to read.
"Shit."
"Well, lay it on us."
She took a deep breath and read. "Alright so we have, No-Hold-Barred. Falls-Count-Anywhere or a No DQ." She read.
Dean clicked his tongue as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Ah, that's clever."
"What?" She glanced up from her phone.
"They're the same match." Roman explained. "No-Holds-Barred is just a no DQ match with a fancy name to make people more excited. And a Fall-Counts-Anywhere match is just a DQ match where you can pin your appointed anywhere."
"So, they just gave the audience an illusion of choice but really they're falling right into the Authority's hands."
"That about sums it up."
"Shit…."
"Though it also means they showed their hand." Dean told her. "If they need the match to be No DQ then that means they're probably going to try and have someone interfere with the match, I'm going to guess either Kane and Randy."
"Kane, it's going to be Kane." Roman started. "Remember, Randy is part of that weird tag much that I have tonight."
"True." He nodded. "So once again they're going to have Kane come in and interfere with the match."
"Typical." She groaned and kicked her feet against the case.
Once again Dean's hand found her leg again, this time he pushed down on it, stopping her from swinging it. "Hey, at least it means we're not going to get blindsided; we know their plans."
"Just because we know the plan doesn't mean we can defend against it."
"Yeah, but it means we have a better shot at it." He moved to face her completely and she couldn't help but notice how his hold on her leg tightened. "Darling, are you worried about me?"
"Of course. I'm always worried about you."
"Sweet thing, I'll be ok." He cocked his head. "Tonight's fight isn't any different of any other time we've had to deal with the Authority."
She said to look away. "I just have a strange feeling about tonight."
"I do too." Dean said justifying her feelings. "Trust me, I see how strange all of this is. It's been too easy to get just what I want, which is why I'm not going to just run into his match blind. I'm going to keep my head on a swivel. Plus, I'm going to have you out there to watch my back."
She looked back at him. "Oh, you're going to let me come out to ringside for a No DQ match?"
With a smile, Dean leant forward until their foreheads touched. "Mainly because I know if I said no, you would just find a way to weasel your way to ringside. Isn't that right."
"Probably."
"Thought so."
"Hey," She heard Roman call from around Dean. "if you two are going to end up fucking, please find an empty office like you two normally do."
Angel laughed as the right hand disappeared from her leg, so that Dean could flick Roman off over his shoulder.
"I'm just saying."
"We're trying to have a cute intimate moment over here."
"And I'm trying to make sure that I don't get traumatized if it suddenly goes from cute to not so cute."
"There's nothing traumatizing when the two of us go at it." Dean said with a wink.
"Yeah right." Roman chuckled. "The two of you are like the Beauty and the Beast, and as much as I think that movie is cute, I still don't want to see them fuck."
Angel rolled her eyes as she brought her legs up and crisscrossed them. Reaching over to the pile of bags were just barely in her reach, she grabbed out her headphones. Popping them in, she leant back against the wall behind her and pulled up the WWE Network, so she could drown out the two men's stupidity by watching the show.
However, her mind had other plans. Instead of focusing on the show, she couldn't stop thinking about Dean's match and how everything just seemed to be a little off. How easily Hunter agreed to let Seth 'finish' things. How quickly they picked the 'different' type of matches. Dean had been right, every fight he had with Seth, the Authority had some sort of plan. Some sort of trick up their sleeve to stop Dean in his tracks, but why did this seem different. She couldn't put her figure on it. Something just felt wrong.
…
By the time they were finally in the gorilla waiting for their match to start, Angel's nerves had built up from almost three hours of thinking about what was to come. She chewed on her lip as she stood next to Dean who was warming himself up.
She didn't realize how lost in her head she was until a shadow passed in front of her, and a warmth touched her face. "You know, as much as I love when you bit your lip, you're really going to town on it and it's starting to look painful."
Looking up, she saw Dean staring at her with concern in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, she let him pull her bottom lip from between her teeth with his thumb. "Sorry."
He chuckled. "Don't say sorry to me. It's not my lip you're chomping on. Though, I wouldn't be mad if it was."
She snickered a bit and shifted in her stop. "I'm just nervous."
"Still?"
"Yeah."
"Angel, baby, there's nothing to be nervous about." He smiled at her. "No matter what the fan's voted for, it's going to be a No DQ match, which if you haven't figured out by now is kind of my specialty. And then from there the worse thing that's going to happen is Kane comes out and it turns into a two on one match or something like that."
"Yeah, that's kind of what I'm worried about." She told him. "and what happens if it's not just Kane that comes out."
It was Dean's turn to take a deep breath. "Then I'll deal with it." He said grabbing a water bottle off the table. He looked at the thing for a moment before his eyes went back to her. "Now," He said his voice turned serious. "because we don't know what the Authority has planned for tonight, I want you to be on your best behavior and I want you to stay clear of anyone who does come out. You got me?"
She nodded.
He clicked his tongue. "I need you to use your words, Darling."
"I understand."
"Good girl."
Her stomach did a little flip and this time she bit her lip not because of her nerves. However, before she could process that, she was suddenly showered with water. "Hey!" She laughed as she put up her hands protecting her face from the water that came flying from Dean's hair. "Dean, I'm getting soaked."
"Yeah?" He snickered. "You're also laughing."
Realizing he was trying to cheer her up, she smiled at him and couldn't help but chuckle at how drenched both his hair and hoodie were. "You look like a wet dog."
"Kind of feel like one too." He gave one more shake of his hair before chugging the rest of the bottle and tossing the empty bottle back on the table.
"Well, earlier in the evening the Authority gave you, the WWE Universe, the chance to choose the stipulation for the match between Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins." They heard Jerry Lawler announce, making them turn back to the many screens in the gorilla to see the man standing in the ring.
"Here we go." She mumbled.
"So now it time to find out what stipulation you chose, let's check it out! Was it a No-Holds-Barred match, a Falls-Count-Anywhere match or a No Disqualifation match? Here's the drumroll, now what is it?"
The results came up on the screen. No Holds Barred had thirty-four percent, No DQ twenty-give, which meant that Falls Count Anywhere got forty-one percent, making it the winner.
"Falls count anywhere!" Lawler exclaimed.
Without a second to waste, Dean's music hit. "I guess it's go time."
Dean smirked at her as they both quickly made their way through the curtains. Trying to clear her head of all her worries, she fed of both the fans and Dean's energy as they made their way down to the ring.
And there was certainly a lot of energy to fed from. Even just from Dean alone. Watching him now as he quickly got into the ring and showboated a bit for the fans, she couldn't believe he had just stood backstage talking to her in a calm and reassuring tone. He was so hyped up that she could tell he was having trouble standing still.
Now he looked like an excited wet dog.
Seth's music hit, and the whole atmosphere around the ring changed. Gone was the goofy excited aura that was pouring from Dean, it had been replaced with a more aggressive vibe. Which only grew stronger as Seth appeared on the stage.
"Angel." He called over his shoulder.
She knew what was he was going to say and before he even had a chance to tell her to get out of the ring, she stepped forward to pat his arm. "Give him hell." Kissing the spot above where her hand was, she quickly moved towards the ropes just in time for Seth to climb into the ring.
Jumping down to the floor, she turned back to see Seth standing on the ropes holding his Money in the Bank briefcase like it was something that Dean coveted, like it was the prize that they were fight. And the fans booed.
As the ref tried to get the two men into their separate corner so the match could start, Angel took a deep breath and readied herself for whatever was about to happen once that bell went off.
When it did finally sound, the two men went for each other instantly. Punches and elbows flying at each other's heads. And just like last night, Dean seemed to be in control of the fight. That was until Seth landed a punch right to Dean throat.
Eyes going wide, she watched as Dean stumbled away from the man, holding on his neck, like he couldn't breathe. Following him, Seth timed his moment just right to see Dean off balance until he was sitting on the mat, with his back against the ropes.
"Come on Ambrose!" Seth taunted. "Is this all you got?"
Angel rolled her eyes; she knew what he was doing. Seth was trying to get him all railed up so that he stopped thinking which would lower his defense and make whatever plan they had that much easier to pull off. "Don't listen to him. Keep yourself focused."
She didn't get any type of response that he heard her, he just reached up with both hands until he grasped onto the top rope. The 'Let's go Ambrose' chant filled the arena as he pulled himself up to his feet, pretty smoothly before leaping up into the air to land a dropkick right to the middle as Seth's chest as the man turned back towards him.
She wasn't ashamed to admit that her mouth fell open as she was Seth go flying through the ropes across the way. "Fuck…" She exhaled her eyes darted to Dean was standing center of the ring, his eyes still locked on Seth. Memo to self, find the replay for that.
Still in awe, she slowly walked around the ring to where the fight was currently taking place. However, before she could reach the other side, Dean had thrown Seth over the barricade and into the crowd. She guessed that he didn't want to waste the falls count anywhere part of his match.
Stopping next to the steel steps, Angel put her hands on her hips and shook her head as Dean spun around and hopped up onto the barricade so he was sitting with his back turned towards the crowd. Their eyes met and he smirked with his tongue out. He then shot a glance over his shoulder before looking back with a brow raised, as if he was asking for permission.
"Just be careful." She said.
He gave her a little salute before spinning around and hopping down into the crowd.
Before she could even move the camera crew nearest to the action followed Dean over the barricade, blocking her from really seeing what was going on. Trying to not get in the way, she resigned herself to watching the fight on the titantron.
Although, fight wasn't the word she would use right at this second, because the word fight usually meant that both parties were able to get some hits in, and that wasn't what was taking place. Nope, what she was watching on the large screen above the stage was Dean beating Seth's ass as they slowly made their way down the little aisle between the floor seats and the stands.
When they reached the stage, it looked as if the chase was going to continue, in fact, it looked like Seth was going to try and run into the gorilla. That as until Dean caught up to him, that's when he turned around quickly delivering a kick to Dean's gut.
She hissed through her teeth as she watched them exchange blows, too close to the edge of the stage for her liking. Though she found herself preferring that as Dean set Seth up for a Suplex, which would have both men crashing down onto the metal flooring of the stage.
Bracing for the impact, she was almost relieved when Seth managed to get out of the move. Well, she would have been if it wasn't for the fact that he managed to get Dean up onto his shoulder for what looked like a Powerbomb. Again, she readied herself for the hit, only for Dean to get out of the move.
Feeling drained from the rollercoaster of emotions that just took place in less than a minute she wasn't even prepared for the Suplex that Dean managed to hit Seth with. Thankfully judging by how quick Dean was able to go for a pin, only Seth seemed to take the brunt of the move.
Seth managed to kick out at two, but Dean didn't seem fazed by it, if anything he looked happy about it. He was smiling as he looked down at Seth who was trying to keep his weight off his back.
"Keep your head in the game." She said even though she knew Dean couldn't hear her from how far away she was standing at the moment. Though the distance between them quickly closed as Dean sent Seth rolling down the ramp after a punch to the face.
Pressing herself up against the ring, she watched as both men ran passed her to the 'front' of the ring where Dean caught Seth and threw him into the ring. When she thought he was going to follow the man once, she was surprised to see Dean pause as his eyes flickered down.
Cocking her head, she wondered what he was up to, but her questions were quickly answered as Dean pulled up the ring skirt. A mix of emotions filled her as she knew that was that mean, he was getting out some 'toys'.
She pressed her lips together as she watched him reach under the ring only to come back with a hand full of chairs and a kendo stick. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a second trying to calm the worry that was quickly building up now that weapons had been introduced. She knew that whatever Dean brought into the match, could and probably will be used against him.
He's had worse. She reminded herself.
When she opened her eyes, she quickly realized the set of baby blues that were watching her as a chair was tossed in the ring. All she could do was scrunch her as she let her eyes trail to the chair. The look he gave in return was that of a child who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, though that didn't stop him from hopping into the ring and picking up the chair.
Holding it so that the back of the chair was out, he waited until Seth turned to ram it right into the man's stomach. Seth hunched over and fell to one knee as he grabbed at his midsection. To which Dean took the opportunity to walk over, grab him in such a way that he could hold the chair against his back as he picked him up and Body-Slamming him with the chair still firmly against his back.
Seth's cry of pain filled the arena.
But Dean wasn't down. Grabbing the chair again, he sauntered over to the corner where he sprung up onto the middle rope. After scanning over the crowd who were now chanting 'we want tables' much to Angel's chagrin, Please don't give him any ideas, he looked down at Seth who was still laying on the mat and jumped. He came down on top of Seth in what would have been an Arm-drop only instead of his elbow being the thing that smashed into him, it was the steel chair.
Dean tossed the chair away before going for the pin, which Seth kicked out of again and again Dean didn't seem too upset by that. With slow purposeful movements, he grabbed the chair once more before walking up to the corner right in front of her. He jammed the chair right between the top and middle ropes before turning back to Seth with a little wiggle in his step.
Grabbing him, he wrestled the man into the corner, pressing him up against the turnbuckles with his own body weight. She watched with baited breath as Dean grabbed onto a chunk of Seth's which he used as an anchor as he tried to send him across the ring, however at the last possible second, Seth managed to spin them around, which had Dean being the one sent headfirst into the chair.
Angel jumped and yelped as the chair came flying out from the ring. She stared at it with wide eyes when it crashed on the floor inches from her feet. She couldn't even process how close she had been to being nailed by the chair, when she noticed Dean laying flat on his back arms out wide, like he was out cold.
"Dean!" She called for him as she ran around to the front of the ring where his hand laid on the apron. Reaching out she grabbed it and squeezed as hard as she could. Just as she started to climb into the ring, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Glancing up, she saw Seth was making his way to his feet. She cursed as she stopped herself. She had promised Dean that she would behave, and she was sure that meant not getting involved in the fight. Especially when Dean was out.
Keeping an eye on Seth, she slunk back as far as she could while still holding Dean's hand. She was still waiting for him to answer her squeeze. However, she never got it because she was forced to let go when Seth jumped down to the floor.
Dread started to pool in her gut as he walked towards her. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she stepped backwards until her back was touching the barricade, which seemed to confuse Seth as he paused and cocked his head at her, like he hadn't expected her to move. Smirking at her, he bent down and grabbed the kendo stick that was at his feet.
Her eyes went wide as he swung the thing around, his eyes still on her. Just when she started to think that he was going to go after her with the stick, he turned his back to her and slid into the ring.
Relief washed over her quickly fallowed by guilt as she realized that the relief that she felt was due to the fact that Seth was planning on using the kendo stick on Dean and not her. When Seth set his sights back on Dean, she gritted her teeth and pushed herself away from the barricade, ready to jump into action.
However, once again before she could make it into the ring, movement stopped her. This time it was Dean. Groaning, he flipped himself over onto his stomach. His chest heaved a few times before he pulled his knees under him and pushed himself from the mat.
That was when Seth stepped in, still holding the kendo stick, he stomped his foot down on Dean back, knocking him down. He then moved so that he was standing over him with that cocky smirk on his face. squatting down so that his knee was pressed right into the middle of Dean's back. He then grabbed a chunk of Dean's hair and forced the man's head back.
"Get off him!" Angel yelled as she smacked at the apron.
All that achieved was getting Seth's attention as he slotted the kendo stick right across Dean's face, practically using it as a horse bit. She heard Dean groan as he tried to pull his face away from the wooden stick being shoved into his mouth.
"Aw, looks whose all worried about her boyfriend." Seth teased. "Angel, can't you see I'm doing you a service." She watched his eyes flicker from her face downwards. It only took her a few seconds to realize that he was looking at her neck, where she was sure one of the hickeys that she covered herself after her and Dean's nap stood out through the slapped-on makeup.
Rolling her eyes, she tried to figure out a way to help Dean out of the situation he was in, without really breaking her promise anymore then she already had. She didn't need to get fully involved, she just needed to break Seth's attention away from Dean long enough that he could break out of the man's grip.
Her eyes landed on the Money in the Bank case that sat in the far corner. Bingo. Not even attempting to hide what she was doing, she walked around the ring towards the case. And just as she predicted, Seth being the ever-cautious man he had become, was watching her like a hawk.
Once she got to the steel steps in front of where his case was, she let her eyes drop to the beaten-up metal case and smirked.
"Get away from that!" She heard Seth bark as he fell right into her trap.
Not paying him 'much' attention she inched closer and closer until she heard the crowd perk up. Looking up, she saw that her plan had worked enough that Dean had nearly made it to his feet.
Well that was until Seth smartly kicked him in the exposed stomach. Landing on his knees, Dean barley had time to pick his head up before Seth beamed in him right on the left shoulder.
Angel gasped as Dean's body convulsed in pain. The man looked like a fish out of water as he flopped around, holding his left arm close to his side, in an eerily familiar fashion. Bringing her hand up to her mouth to hide the frown on her face, she prayed that Seth hadn't just hurt Dean's newly healed arm.
"Come on your maniac!" Seth bellowed at Dean who was struggling to get to his feet. "Get up! Come on!"
Seth apparently grew too impatient to let Dean stand before he took the two steps, he needed to cross the ring, and swung the kendo stick down, hitting him square in the back. Dean yelled out as his body shot up and fell backwards.
"Dean!" She jumped towards the apron, tease stinging her eyes as she saw the pained look on his face. She when to reach out for him when the look on his face suddenly changed as he rolled from his back to his stomach once again.
"This is what you wanted!" Seth teased as he used the very end of the stick to tap Dean in the face. Hits that sounded loud, but she knew wasn't doing much but pissing Dean off. "This is what you asked for. Huh? Come on Ambrose."
Seth taunted until Dean finally was able to get to his knees. He then threw himself backwards into the ropes, using them to add power to the swing that looked to be aimed right for Dean's head. However, in a rush of movement that made even Angel jump, Dean was up on his feet, with his left arm out so that he was able to catch the kendo stick as soon as it hit him in the side.
Fear flashed across Seth's face as he tried to yank the stick out from under Dean's arm, but the man had it locked in his elbow tight, it wasn't going anywhere without him wanted it to.
"There you go!" She cheered as Dean managed to get a few good punches in before ripping the stick from Seth's hand.
However, before he could utilize the weapon Seth was back on him. Kicking him in the gut, the shoulder and before drop-kicking Dean, in almost the same way that Dean did earlier in the match. Less effective though since Dean was able to catch himself before he went flying through the ropes.
Bouncing off the ropes, he went for his signature clothesline, which Seth ducked without a second to spare. Angel had a gut feeling that the only reason Seth was able to avoid the move was because of how well the two men knew each other. She just wished that translated over to Dean when Seth jumped up so that he could kick him on the side of the head, one of Seth's signature moves.
Dean went from standing to on his back instantly.
"Get up Dean!" Angel called as Seth smartly went for the pin. "Dean!" Her heart almost stopped when he managed to kick out at the second count. "There you go!" She clapped. Judging by the look on his face, she wasn't sure it he managed to do it out of skill or just plain old instant. Dean looked like a man who had just had his bell rung, almost vacant eyes stared straight ahead even as he scooted himself backwards towards the corner.
"I'm ended this now." A grumble knocked her attention away from Dean. Turning, she saw Seth once again getting out of the ring, however this time instead of going for the kendo stick, he picked up one of the many black steel chairs that littered the floor.
"Shit." She cursed as she raced around the ring to stop him. She didn't make it before Seth was already in the ring heading toward Dean who was indeed up on his feet in the corner of the ring, but still looked as if there were no lights on upstairs.
Just as Seth jumped in the air, ready to smash his head in with the chair, Dean ducked out of the way. Had the dazed look been a ruse to get Seth to lower his guard or something? Or was Dean just really good at last minute saves and giving her at fucking heart attack along with them.
Before she could calm her racing heart Dean jumped up onto the middle rope and grabbed the now reeling Seth, pulling him into his armpit before jumping off for a Tornado DDT from her angle it looked like Seth landed right on his head.
Before Seth even fell flat on the mat, Dean was on him ready for the pin.
"You got this!" She cheered as the ref got down for the count.
Much to everyone's surprise Seth kicked out.
Frustration slowly filled Dean's face as if it was a loading bar. "Keep your head in the game!" She yelled as he pulled himself to his knees and started to slam his fists against the mat. "Stay on him!"
A loud slap echoed through the arena as Dean hit himself in the face before shaking his head. Staring out into the crowd, Dean rose to his feet. Holding his arm out, he did a little circle, only to stop when he got to Seth who was trying to stand himself.
Tucking his head back under his arm, he turned them around and threw his foot up like he was trying to go for Dirty Deeds but Seth pushed him away, before coming back quickly with a kick to the gut.
Her eyes widened as Seth took off towards the ropes while Dean hunched over to grab his stomach. Clenching her jaw, she readied herself for the Curb Stomp that was coming. However, Dean must have really wanted to test her heart today because as Seth leapt into the air, he stepped back out of the way.
She huffed out a breath, as she staggered forward. Her legs shook and buckled from the sudden release of tension, she had to grab onto the apron to keep herself standing. She wasn't sure how much more she could take tonight.
Both men launched themselves at each other, only to slammed into each other in the air, in the middle of the ring. They fell to the mat with grunts and groans of pain.
Depression seemed to take over the match as both of them literally crawled across the ring to hit the other one. Their chests heaved, their movements sluggish, almost as if weights had suddenly been attached to their limbs. It was hard to watch.
Still stumbling around, Seth went back for the kendo stick but before he could use it, Dean grabbed him by the midsection and knocked him backwards, before grabbing him legs and slingshot him, kendo stick and all into the corner of the ring.
Sending a glance back at Seth as if checking to make sure the hit had giving him an opening, Dean rolled out of the ring, barely catching himself before he faceplanted onto the floor. Without missing a beat, he sauntered his way around the steel steps to where the Seth had dropped the kendo stick.
Even with how smooth he seemed to be able to pull off his movements at the moment, Angel could still see the signs of exhaustion and pain that must have been racking his body. She knew he was running on fumes.
"Finish this Dean!" She cheered as he got into the ring, his eyes locked on Seth. Dean managed three huge hits with the stick all in a row, one to Seth's stomach, one to his back, and the last; he held the stick against the man's chest and used to it pull him backwards almost Suplex style.
Though Seth still managed to kicked out.
Running her hands over her face, Angel tired to think of something, anything that Dean could do to put and end to this match. Well if kendo stick isn't doing it… Already feeling her stomach rolling from her decision, she moved quickly, not giving herself time to back out.
From her time training as a crew member, she knew just where what she was looking for was. Walking over to the announcers' side, she picked up the ring skirt and her eyes locked right onto the pile of metal chairs that they housed there 'just in case'. She had been told that the official reason they always had chairs under the ring was in case they over sold the floor seats and needed more, but she knew it was a lie. Knew that the real reason was just for moments like this.
Reached down, she grabbed on and pulled it out, dragging along a few others that clattered on the floor around her feet. When she went to slide the chair, she had grabbed into the ring, she noticed that she was being stared at.
Looking up, she saw Dean sitting there watching her like a hawk, with a look on his face that she could only describe as happy puppy like, he even had his tongue out and everything.
Eyes still locked on her, he rolled his way across the ring and under the ropes landing next to her and on top of the other chairs that were still on the floor. A low groan and came from him. One that had her eyes widened as her mind flickered back to where she had heard that same sound before. It was the sound that made her toes curl, her back arch and her whole body go hot when he was fucking her stupid.
As if her body was trained to, it reacted, in much the same way that she would when they were alone together. When her breathing quickly shifted into panting, she prayed that those watching mistake the change for tiredness or adrenaline. Trying to ignore the sudden warmth that rushed through her body, she held out the chair in her hands towards Dean, which he took instantly with a smirk on his face.
"How did I get so lucky?" He asked tossing the chair up and over the ropes without even glancing to make sure he made the shot.
He then grabbed the rest of the chairs that she had accidently pulled out with the one she grabbed and tossed those into the ring as well. He didn't stop there either, reaching under the ring, he pulled more and more out, until there was a pile of chairs stacked on top of each other in the ring.
Unsure of what to do next, Angel reached down and grabbed the last remaining chair that was peaking out from under the ring and passed it to Dean.
"Thank you, Darlin'." He said as he wrapped his free hand around her back and pulled her into him as he bent down to capture her lips in a quick but searing kiss that did not help the tingle that was shotting through her nerves.
He pulled away, leaving her stunned as she watched him get back into the ring. The swagger that was in each step told her that no matter how this match ended up, she was going to find herself turned into a mess tonight, she just didn't know what vibe of the night was going to be.
The hazy cloud that filled her mind with anticipation of what was do come was quickly blown away when she realized that Seth and Dean were on the ropes fighting for control. It was like her brain switched back with the notion that however loss this 'battle' was the one going to taking the brunt of the chairs.
When Seth flipped himself over Dean's back, so that he could tuck himself under Dean and grab his legs, she knew that Dean had loss even before Seth pulled him away from ropes.
Every part of her clenched as she watched Seth Powerbomb him into the pile of chairs, the metal clashing against each other ricochet around the arena. The ref was almost instantly started the three count.
Taking a deep breath, she readied herself to comfort him, when suddenly Dean's body shot up like a floundering fish. She didn't get time to register the fact that somehow Dean had kicked out of the pin however because suddenly the arena was filled with boos.
Glancing around, she noticed that everyone was looking behind her. Turning around, she sharply inhaled as she saw Kane standing in the timekeeper's area.
Here we go.
She expected Kane to make his way out to ringside that way he could help Seth in whatever way the man had planned but was thrown completely off when he sat down next to the timekeeper.
She was thrown so far off, that she didn't even notice Seth getting out of the ring, until the ring skirt hit her in the legs. Looking down she saw him pulling out one of the tables that were stashed under the ring also 'just in case'.
"Seth." She gritted out even as she stepped back out of the way as Seth picked the thing up. "Come one, Seth." She tried to plead with him, but she went unheard as Seth slide the table under the ropes and into the middle of the ring.
Biting her lips, she looked back and forth between Dean, who was still not on his feet from the Powerbomb into the chairs, and Seth who was setting up the table near the corner of the ring.
I need to stop this.
But how? How could she stop this without the chance of making it worse. She could end up getting too involved and getting seriously hurt, which Dean would be furious and blame himself for. She could end up getting Dean even more hurt if he tried to protect her…
What to do what to do?
Time was running out as Seth dragged Dean towards the table.
Think.
Her eyes went wide as Seth pushed Dean's head down onto the table. "You brought this on yourself!" She heard him yell. He let go of Dean, and Dean didn't even more. Not even to slide himself off the table. He just stayed in his stop, kneeling with his upper body slumped over the table.
"GET OUT OF THERE!" She said frantically as she reached up for the ropes. Racing to get up onto the apron before Seth got to the top rope, she froze when Dean suddenly shot up from the table and hit Seth just right so that he lost his balance.
Before she could even sigh in relief Dean joined Seth on the ropes once again and quickly set the man up for a Superlex. As Seth and Dean went Falling through the air, she could hear Kane behind her bellowing. "NO! NO!"
The impact came quickly. The two men crashed through the table, breaking it in half and shaking the ring so bad that she had to hold onto the ropes just to not fall off.
"Pin him!" Angel said stomping her foot on the apron trying to in anyway get Dean's attention. When he started to crawl his way through the wreckage to get to Seth, she wasn't sure if she had managed to stir him or if he just more with it than she had expected him to be.
"Move." A deep voice came from behind her as she was abruptly yanked from the apron.
Unable to catch herself, she landed on her ass before the momentum of her fall has her rolling up and over herself until she came to a stop, laying on her stomach. A hiss of pain escaped her as she tried to focus on something that wasn't her head spinning or her backend throbbing.
A pat on her shoulder brought her around, picking her head up, she saw Dean kneeling next to her, a mix of worry and anger on his face. "You good?"
"Yeah," She nodded slowly. "Just got my bell rung, that's all."
She watched Dean's eyes flicker around before landing back on her. "I'm going to finish this." He growled, pushing himself from the floor.
Rolling herself up onto her knees, she kept her eyes on Dean as he picked Seth, how for some reason was now laying on the floor near her, and threw him into the ring. He then pulled himself in after, only to run into a boot to the chest. Though it was like the hit didn't even happen as Dean launched himself at him with a huge clothesline.
Trying to get a better view of what was happening, she used the steel steps to push herself up, just in time for Dean to hit Dirty Deeds. And just when she thought this roller coaster of a match was going to finally end, Kane ripped Dean away from the pin.
"Damn it!" Angel screamed out in frustration. She pushed herself from the steel steps and marched right over to where Kane was currently ripping off both his jacket and tie. "What would one win really do?" She asked as she grabbed Kane's arm.
"Get off me." He pushed her away with ease.
Tripping over her own two feet as she stumbled backwards, she grabbed on to the side of the Spanish announce table and paused to gather herself as the world started to spin again.
A loud bang behind her made her jump before she snapped her head around to see what had happened, which didn't help the spinning vision, but did ease her worry as Kane was the one face first against the steel steps.
Steading herself, she was having a hard time keeping up with everything that was happening, when Seth came racing past, aimed straight at Dean who was standing against the barricade. However, whatever attack that 'Architect' had cooked up in his head, didn't go as planned as Dean flipped out into the fans. Instead of going after him, like she knew everyone thought he would, Dean started after Kane. Dean grabbed him by the back of the collar before using all his might to send the man over the announce able, right into Micheal Cole and Jerry Lawler's chairs. A move that almost flung himself over the able with the man. Catching himself, he climbed up onto the table and turned toward where he had tossed Seth. For just a second his eyes fell to her and he nodded his head towards the ring.
Without a second through, Angel moved away from where she was leaning against the Spanish announce table and hobbled her way towards the ring, making sure she was more then enough out of the way.
Dean ran across the tables, launching himself straight at Seth. When Dean tossed Seth back over the barricade, Angel understood that that meant Dean was ready for the match to be over. He had his fun, but now it was time to end this. A fact that really became blanet when Dean started to rip apart the announce table.
Grabbing Seth, Dean threw him up onto the now 'cleared' table before hopping up himself. The crowd went wild as Dean tucked Seth's head under his arm for Dirty Deeds. Before he could hit the move, Kane appeared almost out of no where and grabbed him around the throat.
"NO!" She gasped.
Kane Choke-slammed him right onto the table.
Staggering across the gap between the ring and announcers' tables, she was surprised to see Dean stirring already. However, when she spotted Seth standing on the Spanish announce table, watching Dean, she wished he wasn't.
"Dean!" She reached out for him, trying to stop what was about to happen but she was too late, Seth's boot came down on the back of Dean's head slamming him back into the table.
"Finish him!" Seth's battle raspy voice cried out.
Finish him? What more is there to finish? She questioned as she looked at Dean laid out on the table. Just pin him and get it over with.
Kane nodded, as his eyes flickered over to the ref who has been standing idlily by since really there was nothing he could do, as per the rules of the match. "Grab her." Kane ordered as his large hand pointed out toward Angel.
"What?"
Both her and the ref looked at each other.
"I said grab her." Kane snarled again. "If you don't, then something really bad is going to happen to her. So you can either grab and hold her, or you can let her get hurt."
A weary look came over the ref's eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Charles." She shook her head as she tired to run but her body was still feeling the effect of her fall and she stumbled just enough that he easily caught her arms.
"Let me go."
"Please, don't make this worse."
"Let me go, please. They're going to do something to do Dean."
"Yeah and he'll have my head if I let you get hurt."
"No…" Her words fell from her lips as her attention was suddenly brought over to Kane. Her eyes went wide and her blood rushed cold as she watched him lift up a 'box' that she hadn't even noticed was there this whole time. But it wasn't the box that had her breathe caught her throat, it was what was under it.
Cinderblocks.
"What?" She cocked her head as if she wasn't seeing right. "I…What?" Her eyes flickered from the stack of cinderblocks to Kane as he reached down and ripped Dean off the table. As he forced Dean to kneel next to the block and pushed his body forward so that he was leaning over them, everything clicked.
"NO!" She screamed, trashing against the hold on her. "Stop! Wait! No! Don't do this. Please. Let him go. Don't do this. You can't. You can't. Stop him."
She glanced around expecting to see more officials running to stop what was happening, but she saw nothing. Surely, they weren't going to let Seth Curb Stomp him into cinderblocks, right? Right? Right!
Seth stood up on the announce table and she tears started to pour from her eyes as panic took over her. "Seth please!" She begged. "Please don't do this. You can't, Seth please. You could ruin is career, you could ruin his life, you could ki…" The words would come from her as a sob wreaked her throat.
Seth leaped into the air and it was like her whole world slowed, forcing her to watch as Seth's boot came down on top of Dean's head.
A scream ripped through the arena.
Samoo 12: Thank you for the review, I hope the long wait didn't turn you away. Dean likes to get stuck in his head and it'll all make since soon.
Spooygabby: Well I hope this one was worth the wait as well. Totally if Dean wasn't stuck in his head, he would have felt more upset about Angel putting herself in danger for him, but the man needed to see that she was there for him.
Katmoonchild: Thank you for the congratulation on the new job. It's going...eh. But that's not why we're here. I hope you liked the chapter, thank you for the review. It always means so much
Sonia: Thank you! I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry about the wait.
Katara Melody Cullen: I mean have you seen the man...angry Dean is well hot a fuck and turn on Dean is hot as fuck...I imagine since you know I don't think I've seen that...But we will never know.