As the match between Dean and Miz approached its climax, the tension was high with near falls escalating the excitement. However, Miz's wife, Maryse, kept intervening, adding to the drama. Observing the chaos, Sarah, caught sight of the tall blonde woman and couldn't help but smirk. Seizing the opportunity, she moved stealthily around and unexpectedly jumped onto Maryse's back.

"Hey, blondie, the only one who can pick on my brother is me," Sarah declared confidently, her voice sharp but playful.

"Get off me, you little brat!" Maryse retorted, trying to shake her off, but Sarah clung on firmly.

"Nah, I'm good," Sarah replied with a grin.

Dean appreciated his sister's spirited involvement; while he typically preferred to keep her out of the fray, her antics brought an unexpected and humorous twist to the match. Miz, distracted by the sight of his wife grappling with the young girl, lost focus, adding to the light-hearted chaos of the moment.

"Hey! Get your hands off my wife!" Miz shouted at Sarah, his patience wearing thin.

He couldn't take it any longer. Rolling out of the ring as the referee began the count, Miz seized Sarah and yanked her away from his wife, glaring at her as he held her at arm's length.

"What do you think you're doing? You don't mess with my wife!"

A smirk crossed the young girl's face when she noticed her brother lurking behind Miz, radiating a deadly intensity.

"You shouldn't have touched me, Mizzy boy," she taunted. "Look behind you."

Slowly, Miz turned, feeling the heat of Dean's furious glare. Anyone familiar with Dean knew that when his sister was threatened, he became a force to be reckoned with. The sight before him ignited Dean's fury; his eyes blazed with rage as he glared at Miz. He smoothly took his sister from Miz's grip and set her down, knowing Sarah had the sense to back away when her brother was in this mood.

"Good luck Mizzy!" Sarah laughed mocking him.

Miz looked deathly afraid of his opponent, Dean was always a good and worthy competitor in the ring but when someone threatened his sister he would unleash hell. Dean grabbed his opponent and threw him back in the ring as the ref gained control of the match again. The ref had enough of the interference between Maryse and Sarah, he ejected them both from the ring. Sarah left without issue but not Maryse.

Maryse went up the ramp, and Sarah saw something that made her eyes go wide. As the ref was distracted, Miz had the Intercontinental belt and hit Dean over the back knocking him down and tried to pin him but the dirty blonde man kicked out of the pin. Sarah glared at Miz again and hopped the barricade sneaking back down. She went by the ring announcers and saw the title on the floor and picked it up.

Miz caught her as the ref was holding Dean back for a moment, Sarah saw the ref's back was turned and made her move she took the belt and bashed Miz over the face sending him to the mat, and then dove under the ring before she was caught. Dean saw his moment and took it he planted Miz with dirty deeds.

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Just as the bell rang, Sarah came out from under the ring with the belt grinning. For the second time in his career, Dean had won the Intercontinental championship. The young girl went under the rope running to her brother with the title hugging him. She went to the corner and asked for a mic, one of them had given her a mic.

"And here is your NEW Intercontinental champion, my big brother, Dean Ambrose!" Sarah cheered into the mic. She then looked to Miz who was struggling to get up. "Aw poor Mizzy boy, did the dirty deeds hurt?" She mocked him.

Miz glared at her remembering seeing her bash the belt across his face, his eye was slightly swollen now. He sat on his knees as he attempted to move only for the young girl to throw her elbow across his face sending him back down on the mat. A grin appeared on her face seeing his new vulnerable position.

She ran back against the ropes and came back out raising her foot high and curb stomped his head into the mat using her other brother's move. Dean's lips curled into a smirk as he effortlessly hoisted Sarah into his arms, carrying her backstage with a playful swagger.

"I saw that sly move of yours—hitting Miz in the face with the belt," he teased, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

With a twinkle of innocence in her eyes, Sarah feigned ignorance. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Dean. I would never interfere in a championship match and get you disqualified," she replied, her sweet smile belying the mischief in her heart.

"You know, you cause more trouble than I ever could, right?" Dean chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned closer. "You love me anyway."

"Always, sweetheart. Always," he affirmed, his voice warm and unwavering.

As Dean held his sister close, he felt a familiar weight in his heart, a reminder that life could be a relentless challenge. Yet, despite the hardships they faced—each obstacle like a sharp stone in the path—his achievements felt profoundly meaningful with Sarah by his side. Her presence made every struggle worthwhile, and he couldn't imagine a world without her laughter and spirit. Together, they forged an unbreakable bond that turned their battles into triumphs.