Lexi stood in the middle of the ring. She held her belt triumphantly above AJ’s body which lay in the ring. Lexi was always happy to beat her rival, especially AJ as she was tough competition. Lexi was aware that she was a very popular divas champion; to beat AJ she knew it would inspire confidence in herself and her fans.


~ Hotel room ~


Once the show had finished she had gone back to her hotel room. She and her boyfriend Dean Ambrose shared a room on tour, though he had decided to go out after the show with Roman and Seth. It didn’t really bother Lexi, she knew her boyfriend needed his own space and she respected that. As she walked by the calendar something caught her eye. She looked at something marked on the ‘15th’ but couldn’t think what on Earth it could be. She then panicked, realising the marking was when her period was due. Lexi knew from experience that her period was NEVER late. She was worried…could she…..Lexi couldn’t dare think the word. She sighed knowing she would have to find out.


~ The next day Night ~


Lexi was pacing around her apartment she hadn’t felt this nervous in her life - up until now that was. She didn’t know what emotion to feel, should she panicked? Upset?  Lexi had not a clue. But she was worried, she had no idea how Dean would react. She knew it would affect his career as much as it did her own. After all he was the WWE Champion.  Sighing, she heard a knock at her door. She took one last deep breath before going to open it. Sure enough Dean stood on the other side of the door. 
“Hey” He said before pulling her close to his body and kissed her passionately. Even just by her physical reaction he could tell she was worried about something. 
“Lexi?” he said. 
“Hmm…..” She said. 
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing” she said 
“Lexi…Don’t lie…tell me” he said worriedly.


At that moment Lexi stared directly at the ground. She had to tell Dean even if she didn’t want too, she knew she had to. She took one final deep breath before carefully starting her next sentence
“The thing is….I’m…pregnant.” she said. At that instant there was complete and utter silence, what was a minute felt like eternity as Lexi could witness - at the very least - shock plastered across his face. Lexi was more concerned that he hadn’t moved an inch or even blinked since she told him. ‘This can’t be good’ she thought to herself. After what just felt forever finally Dean moved towards Lexi, trying to find a way in which he could speak. Lexi stood their silently trying to regain her composure as best she could. 

“Are you sure you are pregnant?” he asked
“Yes” she said. 
“Uh…” he couldn’t think. It’s not like he did not want a baby, that wasn’t it at all. The thing was Dean had never anticipated having a baby now, not when he was at the prime of his career. That wasn’t to say he never wanted children. He stood not knowing what to say. 
“Dean, just go!” she said to him “I’m not an idiot that people seem to take me for!” she said before getting him out of her apartment. Once he had left she fell to the floor, and crawled up into a ball and sobbed her eyes out. What would she do now?


~ 1 week Later ~


A Week had passed since Dean had spoken to his girlfriend Lexi. He was starting to feel like an idiot for reacting the way he did. Suddenly he saw all these divas hovering around a person he could not see. As he moved closer, he could see Lexi, who was having severe stomach pains. At that moment it hit him like a pile of bricks. He knew that he was WWE Champion, but at this moment he couldn’t have cared less, he wanted that baby girl or boy. 

“Lexi?” He said pushing away all the people around him. 
“Dean?” She said. 
“Lexi, it’s okay I’ll help you” he said lifting her up in his arms taking her to the medical room. “The baby will be ok, I promise.”


~ Medical Room ~


 “Lexi” she heard a voice calling her name and she looked up almost confused. 
“Dean?” She said
“Shush” he said “You’re okay…”
“But I…”
“I’m sorry” he said “I should have reacted the way I did. Today I realised I want to be there, for the whole thing I want to raise the baby; I don’t care about the belt. I love you and our baby.” He said before kissing her lips passionately. 
“Dean, I love you too.” She said before passionately kissing him back.


~  AJ ~

Hope you enjoyed it loved this one! 

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Tessa was in the audience for Raw, waiting for it to start.  She was excited to see her longtime boyfriend Dean Ambrose perform, as she always was.  Ever since she started dating him, she would go to all the shows he was scheduled it, to support him.  Granted she always worried about him, she knew he loved doing what he’s doing and hoped whatever damage he suffered every night was minor.  She watched as John Cena and Roman Reigns talked in the ring.  Soon, Dean appeared on the titantron, trying to play the role of the peacekeeper.  She smiled, she always loved how his voiced sounded, how he looked.  During his promo, she felt her phone vibrate.  She looked to see it was a text from her friend AJ Lee.
Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.
Tessa was confused.  Was something going to happen to Dean?  She got her answer when Kane and Seth Rollins appeared behind him and began attacking him without mercy.  Randy Orton soon joined in the fray, a three on one sneak attack.  Tessa shielded her eyes, not wanting to look at what was happening.  She noticed that Roman and John were already heading to save him, Roman more or less bolting.  She looked down and covered her ears; the sounds of him crying out in pain tortured her.  Soon, there was silence, nothing but heavy breathing.  She slowly lifted her head to look at the screen; Dean was laying on the ground with the three attackers standing above him.
“Is that all you got?” Dean asked, smiling his usual smile. 
She smiled as well, there’s still fight in him.  Seth then climbed onto a nearby crate, preparing for a Curb Stomp.  Just as he was in mid air, he was tackled by Paige.  She then began punching him in the face.  Before Kane and Randy could even move to pry her off; Nikki Bella, Natalya, AJ Lee, Naomi, Summer Rae and Layla all attacked.  Summer and Layla got Randy; AJ helped Paige with Seth while the others went after Kane.  AJ got Dean out of the way while Paige threw Seth off the crate, landing where Dean was.  Paige then grinned, got off the crate and walked over to AJ, whispering in her ear.  AJ also grinned and pulled Seth up a little.  Paige got back on the crate and Curb Stomped Seth onto the wood that was next to it.  AJ and Paige hooked one of Dean’s arms over their necks and hurried to the medics, the other divas following close behind.  Tessa was shocked, as were the rest of the audience.  That must have been what the text meant. She hoped he truly was fine.
Hours later
AJ sent another text, saying that Dean was checked by the medics and they were going to send him and Seth to the nearest hospital, just to make sure nothing was wrong.  She also said that Natalya was going to go with her, since she wasn’t scheduled.  Tessa sent an apology text for not staying for her match and left the arena.  She entered the parking lot and saw Nattie waiting.
“You Ready?”
“Yeah.  Let’s go.”
They took Tessa’s car and sped to the hospital.  Tessa’s mind ran through all sorts of things that could be wrong with Dean.  She was so worried, what if something was seriously wrong?
“Don’t worry, he’s fine.  They want to make sure nothing’s wrong and they sent him and Seth for second opinions.”
“I know that, but I can’t help but worry that something serious might be wrong with him.  That beating…I couldn’t even look at it.  His screams are still in my head…”
Nattie looked over and saw the fear play in her eyes.  She reached over and patted her shoulder, “Trust me, Dean’s going to be ok.  He’s a tough guy, he’ll make it.”
Tessa took a shaky breath, “Please let him be ok…”
Tessa parked the car and ran into the hospital, Nattie close behind.  Tessa continued to run until she came up to the recipient’s desk, almost scaring the woman behind it.
“Please!  Do you know if Dean’s alright?!” Tessa asked, panic in her voice.
Nattie caught up and pulled her back a little from the desk, “I’m sorry.  She’s just worried.  We heard that Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins were sent here for further examination.  Are they finished?”
“Not yet.  Both are still in testing at the moment.  I will let the doctor know you’re with them and they’ll report when the tests are done.”
Nattie thanked the recipient and led Tessa to one of the chairs in the waiting room, taking a seat next to her.
“Dean’s going to be just fine.  They both will.” she whispered, rubbing her arms for comfort.
“I hope so.  I really hope so.”  She could feel a few tears roll down her face.  She was so worried, what if there’s something wrong?
Nattie pulled her in her arms, “It’s alright.”
Tessa let the tears fall, not knowing how to make them stop.  She ended up crying herself to sleep.  She was soon awoken with Nattie shaking her, pointing at the doctor approaching them.
“Are you with Mr. Rollins and Mr. Ambrose?”
“Yes we are.  Are they alright?” Nattie asked.
“Yes, both are just fine.  Mr. Ambrose does have a busted lip, but otherwise he’s ok.  Mr. Rollins was tested for a concussion, and he’s also fine.  Both are cleared for fighting.”
Tessa sighed in relief, Dean was alright.
“Can we see them?” Tessa asked.
“Of course.  This way please.”
The doctor led them to the room, “Don’t be too loud now.”
“We won’t.  Thank you.” Nattie said as they entered the room.  Tess bolted to Dean, throwing her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
“Thank goodness you’re alright.  Don’t get beat up like that again.”
He laughed and pulled her close to him, “Of course I’m alright.  Those three can’t keep me down.  They should know that by now.”
“I heard that!” Seth shouted from the other bed, laughing.
“Shut up!” Dean laughed.
“How are you two?  You alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.  Paige got me good though.”
“Yeah she did.” Dean said, grinning.
“Quiet Ambrose.” Seth said playfully.  Tessa smiled, it was nice to see them still brothers even after the split of the Shield.
Soon; Roman, AJ and John showed up, worried as well.  Seth and Dean would be released that night, all the tests showing good results.  Dean and Tessa cuddled on their bed once they got back to the hotel.
“Promise me that you won’t get beat up like that again.  That was painful to watch.”
He smiled and ruffled her hair a little before capturing her lips.
“I promise, nothing like that will happen again.  I’ll be more prepared next time.” he whispered when the kiss broke.  “Now let’s get some sleep.”
A week later
“Dean!  Where are we going?!” Tessa giggled from the passenger seat.  Dean wanted to surprise her with something, so he blindfolded her and told her no peaking until they arrived.
“You’ll see.”
Minutes later, he parked the car and turned it off.  He removed the blindfold from her eyes, “What do you think?”
Her eyes widened at the site of the restaurant, “…This is where we first met…”  She smiled brightly, remembering the encounter and the fact that he also remembered.
“Yeah, I remember that night like it was yesterday.  Now come on.”
She nodded as they walked hand and hand into the place.  They reminisced as they waited for their food, the night they met.  She was waiting outside the place for her date, only to realize she was stood up.  Dean noticed her crying and offered comfort, which she accepted.  He asked if she’d want to eat with him, since he was alone and not expecting anyone, she agreed.  And here they are now, still as strong as ever. 
“I should probably thank the guy who stood me up that night.”
“Because if he didn’t, I would never have gotten to meet you.”
He smiled, dimples in full display, “Actually, I’m glad he did too.  You’re a wonderful person.  I’m so thankful I get to call you mine.”
She giggled, “Me too.”
“Hey…there’s something I want to ask you.”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“Just…you’ve been with me for everything.  Every happy moment, moments when I’m upset, moments when I’m hurt, you were always there.  And…I was wondering if…you want to be with me…for the rest of our lives.”
Her eyes went wide in surprise, “Dean…”
He pulled out a small ring box, handing it to her, “Will you?”
She took the box from him and opened it, seeing the ring that was inside.  She felt tears in her eyes, “…Yes.  Yes I will.”
He got up and walked over to her, slipping the ring on her finger.  She stood and jumped in his arms.  They were both so happy, the next chapter of their lives was about to begin. 
posted 3 days ago with 21 notes

I stood at gorilla, I was nervous as ever for this match. I was becoming a well-known diva on the rooster. Some were calling me be one of the next Lita’s. I liked it, but I knew I could never top what she had down in the years she was a diva on the active rooster. She was a legend, a hall of famer. I would never touch the records of Lita, she didn’t want to. I wanted to be my own person.

Tonight I had a match against Kane; yes the demon himself, Kane. I had had plenty of matches against other men on the rooster, but none as dangerous and legendary as Kane himself. I had spoke with him about the match, but I was still nervous and somewhat scared what could happen. I shook the fear from me, trying my best to tame my fear and let my adrenaline fire up. I bounced on my feet, readying myself for this big match. My music hit and I came out and did my little usual entrance and slid into the ring quickly. Once I was center ring Kane’s big bang and flames filled my eyes. This was it…


Halfway throw the match I preformed a twisted backflip off the top turnbuckle landing on Kane’s foot, it collided with my head. I fell to the mat and groaned out in pain. I shook it off, only to wince as pain rolls through me as I do so. I sighed and stood up only to get thrown into the chocker. He slammed me hard to the mat, then proceeded to pick me up and tombstone me. I groaned out in pain as he covered me for the win. I was pissed that I had lost. Kane walked out, pleased with his damage and went backstage.

With the help of a ref and the medical staff, I went backstage. I was helped into the trainer’s room and they did a quick check. Told me I might have a small concussion, but to take some aspirin and maybe take a cold pack to help with the pain. I nodded and walked out of the room, heading towards my locker room to get ready to hit the road for the next city.

Then I felt someone collide into me as I rounded the corner. I groaned, “damn it.”

Then I saw it was, Jonathan Good, Dean Ambrose. We always seemed to bicker when it came time to us talking. He was a player from what I heard, if he wasn’t a player, he was a major flirt. I sighed and rubbed my head. Jon stopped me before I could walk away, “hey, sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said still rubbing my head.

“You sure?” he asked in a sincere voice, wow, he can be sincere!

I nodded feeling a little nervous talking to him suddenly, “yeah, I’ll get Kane back.”

“You aren’t okay, I can tell. I’ve had concussions before; and you won’t have too,” he said angry now.

“Won’t have to-“ I began but was stopped when I saw Jon pounce on Kane quickly.

He yelled loudly as his fist flew in the air, “you think it’s okay to repeatedly beat a woman in the head?!”

I gasped, “Jon, stop!” I hurried over, tried to pull him away but in turn I got a elbow to the nose by him. I groaned, “fucking asshole!”

He stopped fighting and looked at me, “shit, shit, shit I’m sorry.”

“You better be!” I yelled at him, holding my nose blood covered face.

He tugged his wife beater off and pushed my hands away and held it to my nose. Even through the blood I could smell his cologne. I groaned, “fuck this hurts.”

Kane looked at us, “see, it’s not my fault, she’s accident prone. Shit happens. I didn’t mean to hurt her. Just like you didn’t mean to bust her face.”

He walked away and I looked at Jon, “seriously, you have to do that?”

“Yeah,” he said and sighed. “I was just sticking up for you, because I care about you. You are talented and I don’t want an idiot to ruin your career already.”

I sighed, “really?”

He nodded, “yeah, I mean it. Now let’s get you to trainers again. See what the damage is.”

I sighed, “help me up please?”

He nodded, “I’ll do one better, carry you.”

I sighed, “I can walk.”

“Yeah, well I feel guilty for hitting you,” he said as he lifted me up.

“I’m sorry I’m covering your shirt in blood,” I mumbled.

“I have like fifty of those,” he said softly and smiled as he carried me back to the trainers.

“What the hell happened?” Chris asked looking at me.

“Oh I was trying to break up Jon here as he was beating the shit out of Kane,” I said and groaned.

He sighed and pulled my hands away and wiped my face with a towel, “it doesn’t look broke, but you probably have a worse concussion. I suggest if you sleep, have someone wake you every two hours now. You know the rules by now.”

I nodded, “get checked out if I feel worse.”

He nodded, “alright the bleeding seems to have stopped. Ice the nose, so it won’t swell.”

I nodded, “thanks Chris.”

“Welcome, now let me not see you for a couple weeks,” he said smiling.

I nodded, “you too.”

Jon helped me off the trainers table, “I’m sorry.”

“I’ll live,” I said and smiled.

He sighed and helped me out of the room. He lead me to the divas’ locker room, “hey, to make it up to you. I’ll drive you to the next city, so you don’t have too.”

I sighed, “you don’t have too.”

“I know, but I want too, so accept my offer?” he asked softly.

I nodded, “okay, I will.”

“All right,” he smiled. “You go get cleaned up and I have to head to my match.”

I nodded, “okay. Good luck.”

He nodded, “thanks.”

I smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek as a thank you for being so nice, but he moved and I kissed his lips. I gasped, “sorry.” He shook his head and kissed me, “I’ll see you after.”

I nodded, blushing. He smiled and hurried away as someone yelled for him. I sighed and walked back into the locker room, maybe he wasn’t as much as bad as I thought…I guess we’ll see here soon enough!


I hope you like it! I enjoyed writing it! :D – Cay <3

posted 3 days ago with 9 notes

So, Christian and I have been married for a few years and well, things haven’t been going well for us. We’ve been fighting and we’ve been kinda drifting apart. It broke my heart that we fought. We had always managed to work things out, but lately, we haven’t been able to. I could tell in his eyes, he was breaking a little inside too. It sucked that we fought and there wasn’t anything about it that we could do about it anymore. There were days I thought we were going to divorce. There were days i thought we were fine, but I guess things were going to take a turn for the worst.

One day while we were walking backstage at Raw, we had gotten into another fight. Screaming and yelling at each other over something stupid. Finally, I had enough. I left him standing there and then walked away from him. I couldn’t deal with him anymore. I walked away, leaving him there standing. As I walked away, I ran into someone, Dean Ambrose.

“Whoa, what’s going on?” Dean asked seeing that I was clearly upset. “Hey are you ok?” He asked. I shook my head no, clearly I was still upset to even speak. “Come on.” He put a hand on my shoulder and then started to lead me to a room. He closed the door and looked at me. “Now spill.” I started to break down and cry. 

“Christian and I…..our marriage…..” I started to cry harder. “Over….” Dean looked at me and then wrapped his arms around me, hugging me. 

“It’s ok, it’s ok.” Dean looked at me and then kissed me softly. I was surprised, but I kissed him back. I couldn’t believe that he was kissing me. We continued to make out as his hands  started to travel under my shirt and to my breasts. He squeezed them and then broke the kiss, taking my shirt off in the process. He kissed his way down to my breasts, unclipping my bra and releasing my breasts before kissing them, sucking them and biting them, leaving a mark as he started to move one hand down to my jeans, undoing my jeans with one hand and pushing them down. As he stopped giving attention to my breasts, he took this chance to undo his jeans and then push them down.

Now fully naked, Dean laid me on the floor and then started to push himself into me, forcing himself into me, making me moan.

“Oh fuck Dean!” I nearly screamed. Dean put a hand on my mouth to keep me quiet and then started to thrust himself into me faster. I continued to moan into his mouth, trying to keep quiet. 

The door opened. Dean and I looked over at the door. There stood my feuding husband, Christian.

“What the fuck?” Christian said. He started to head in and then slammed the door behind her. “If you’re gonna fuck her you have to do it right.” Christian kicked off his boots and his wrestling tights before pulling Dean off me and then forcing himself into me. “Fuck baby girl.” He started to thrust into me more. “Fucking take that cock baby.” Dean smirked and then went overt to my mouth, forcing his cock into my mouth. As Christian continued to fuck me, I moaned into Dean’s cock as I sucked him off. The two men continued to moan and groan as I was fucked and sucked off. 

“Cum!” Christian barked at me as he started to rub my clit, fucking me like there was no tomorrow. 

“Fuck Christian!” I screamed as I started to cum. Dean smirked and then started to cum in my mouth with Christian following suit. Christian looked at me, worried. 

“I’m sorry.” he said looking at me. 

“I’m sorry too.” I said as I hugged him.

“Come home.” He told me. I nodded, taking his hand in mine.


posted 4 days ago with 5 notes
Confession: I’ve always had a crush on Dean Ambrose. The problem is, he might be in a relationship or a fling with Reby Sky still. It never made sense to me why he was in a thing with her, but sometimes I could tell that he didn’t want that. I could tell whenever she came around, he didn’t want her around sometimes, it was like he was annoyed with her, as was I. When Reby wasn’t around, Dean was flirty with me. It was kinda cute. I mean he flirted with me more than any other female talent. 

It was one of those days when I was walking around backstage when I ran into Reby. I stared her down. We didn’t need words to know what we were saying, our glances were loud enough for each other.

“What are you doing here, whore?” She asked.

“Oh yeah I’m the whore with fake boobs and the fake weave.” I snapped back as I looked at her. “At least I’m all natural you slut.”

“Oh yeah? Least I don’t cling like a certain little puppy dog.” 

“Yeah? I am not like that. I am not the clingy one.” I snapped back. I wasn’t going to take this anymore. I jumped her, taking her down to the floor and then started to pull at her hair and punch her a few times, making her nose that was clearly redone from plastic surgery. After this, she was going to get more plastic surgery.

“Hey hey hey. Knock it off.” Dean said as he grabbed me. Numerous talents pulled Reby and I apart, keeping us apart. “Let’s go, Y/N.” Dean picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, walking me to his car and then started to drive me back to my home.

“So, what was that about?” Dean asked as I handed him another beer. Dean and I had ordered pizza and picked up some beer before heading back to my place.

“What are you talking about?” i asked looking at him as I picked up another slice of pizza.

“What was the whole fight about? Why did you decide to just randomly fight Reby?” He asked taking a sip of his beer. 

“It’s nothing.” I said as I chewed on the pizza.

“Come on, I know it was something.” He kept egging me on, wanting to know the real reason I fought Reby.

“Fine. Truth is, I have a crush on you.” I confessed. Dean didn’t react, instead, he leaned in and kissed me. His lips tasted like beer and his lips were soft. We dropped out beer and pizza, making a mess of things as I laid back on the couch. He got on top of me, hoovering over as the kiss got extremely heated before breaking.

“How about we take this up to your room?”  He asked in a husky voice with a wink. I knew what this would end so as he got off me, I got up and then we headed to my room, closing the door behind us and heading straight for the bed.

posted 4 days ago with 12 notes

Ashleigh was waiting in the ring. Waiting for her opponent Summer Rae. It was a fun match, no title or chance for the title included so she and Summer Rae decided that they would have fun. She stretched herself in the ring and looked attentively to the stage. But there was a surprise. The next music was played and it was not the one of Summer Rae. Dean Ambrose came to the ring. Ashleigh raised an eyebrow at him because she didn’t want him to interfere her match. But he was not in his ring gear. She and Dean were together for the last two years and she really loved him. She smiles when he entered the ring. He took a mic and would start to talk but he felt silent after he spoke her name.

'Ashleigh. We are together for two years now.' He was so serious, that was totally not normal for him, not behind the camera, not in front of it. He breathed out and knelt down. Ashleigh feeled tears in her eyes as he took out a case and opened it. 'Ashleigh, will you marry me?' She smiles and nodded. He stands up, lifted her up and kissed her. The audience was totally happy too. The people knew that they were in a relationship and they were happy for them.

After RAW, Ashleigh met Dean, or better Jon, that is how she knew him outside the ring, on a nice restaurant in the city. The other superstars have congratulated them but Ashleigh and Dean wanted to celebrate on their own. ‘Jon, I love you’ she greeted him with a light kiss and gave him a warm smile. ‘I love you too’ he smiled down to her and took her to their seats. ‘It was amazing Jon. Our proposal at RAW, a place we both consider as something like home. AND I won my match’ she grinned. ‘Ouch, that is naturally important’ he teased her and laughed when she pouted.


Two years later.

Ashleigh was waiting in the ring, again. It was like the day Jon asked her to marry him. Naturally she said yes. But today it was her turn, to tell him something important. ‘Everyone in this hall knows, that I am Miss Ambrose for now a year and a half and it is exactly two years ago that he asked me to marry him. I want you to come out Dean. I have something to tell you.’ A murmur gone through the audience. Many people remembered that Dean asked her and she was happy but a woman wanted to tell something. It couldn’t be a good thing. Dean’s music played and Ashleigh smiled to the enterance area. His face was confused. He had no idea what she wanted to tell him and she smirked. She could hear the commentators said something about divorce and she gave them evil eyes. Nothing could be much more wrong.

'So, what do you want to tell me?' It was like she could smell his uncertainty. ‘Dean, please look at me’ she said as Dean looked at the ring. Their eyes met and she walked closer to him. ‘Dean, I am pregnant’ Everyone was quite in this moment. Dean’s eyes became bigger and bigger. Then happened many things at the same time. The audience bawled, the commentators were speachless and Dean lifted her up and spun her around in the ring. ‘We will have a child’ he screamed and that was one of Ashleigh’s favourite moments with her Jon, maybe after the proposal.

posted 4 days ago with 12 notes
"Oh my god Zara that was amazing" Dean Ambrose said hugging his on screen girlfriend
Zara laughed “Yes Jon we did really well tonight, I will see you tomorrow”
Dean laughed he loved that she used his real name when they were backstage “See ya short ass”
Zara stopped turned round and stuck her tongue out at Dean, carrying her divas title on her shoulder she exited the arena to meet her boyfriend Seth.
"Hey baby" Seth said walking towards his girlfriend after putting his money in the bank briefcase in the trunk.
"Hi" Zara replied abruptly
Seth looked confused as he got into the car “Zar? Whats up?”
Zara didn’t say anything as she got into the car next to him she was fed up with his jealous behaviour and general aggression one minute then him pretending nothing was wrong the next
Finally Zara spoke “Colby, I love you I really do but your jealousy over my on screen relationship with Jon really has to stop its only on screen you have to realise that”
Seth looked sad he knows she means what she says when she called him Colby, she very rarely uses his real name so it must be serious
"Zara look, I know its only an on screen romance but my reactions when you have to get close to him and kiss him are only natural, the man is one of my real life best friends for fucks sake"
Zara could sense the anger building in Seth’s voice “Seth calm down please I can’t cope with another of your jealous rages, lets just go back to the hotel and get ready for the awards dinner tonight”
The WWE awards dinner was the one night a year that the fans get to see the wwe superstars and divas outside the ring and their normal lives and for the athletes its the one night a year that kayfabe is allowed to be dropped, PG goes out the window and they can truly be themselves
3 hours later………
Zara and Seth arrived at the WWE awards dinner together and stepped out onto the red carpet holding hands, smiling for the photographers and signing autographs for the may waiting fans.
A huge cheer went up from the fans and Zara couldn’t understand why, that’s until she looked behind her and Roman Reigns had Dean Ambrose in a head lock.
Zara laughed and cheered along with the fans, it was so nice to see the superstars completely relaxed.
Seth ran up to Roman and Dean and threw his arms around them, the three men then did a number of silly poses for the eager press and paparazzi.
Dean came up to her a few minutes later to inform her that they will be presenting an award for ‘OMG moment of the year’ later in the evening
"So short ass ready for me and you to knock them dead this evening" Dean said winking at her
Zara wished he wouldn’t call her short ass, especially in public sure her tiny 5’2 frame was completely swamped by Deans 6’1 muscular body but to point it out to the world made Zara a little uncomfortable…
Sensing something might be wrong Dean spoke “Zee? Are you ok? Is it because I called you short ass?” Dean looked concerned
Zara tried so hard to hold back the tears as Dean continued to speak “Oh Zee I only meant in playfully come here”
Dean pulled Zara into a hug, she felt so safe being swamped by his big strong body, both of them had completely forgotten they were still on the red carpet and completely oblivious to everyone around them, in that moment with Dean Zara realised that she has more closeness to her on screen boyfriend than her off screen, it was time to end things with Seth and see what life both on and off screen had in store for her next…

Victoria X
posted 4 days ago with 13 notes

It is one of these days, in the morning everything is right but it get even worse over the day. At this evening on Raw, Hannah is waiting for Dean Ambrose. They are secretly dating and sleeping together. But today isn’t only Dean at the show, her ex Dolph is too. They are good friends and like to talk with each other. Like now, Dolph stands besides Hannah while she is waiting for Dean. They do smalltalk, how are you, how was your weekend and things like this. Hannah knows Dean don’t like to see her with her ex but she don’t want to be unfriendly only because her new and secret boyfriend doesnt get it, that she likes Dolph like a brother or old friend.

Hannah smiles as she sees her boyfirend Dean Ambrose steps out of the locker room. ‘Hannah…..’ he looks at Dolph and his face becomes darker. ‘Why is he here?’ he snarls. Hannah raises her eyebrows and gives Dean a warning look. He makes a pout, gives her evil eyes, walks back to the locker room and slams the door. Hannah sighs. ‘Sorry Dolph….’ He smiles and wishes her good luck.

She knocks on the door. No one answers. ‘Dean?’ Hannah opens the door and sees Dean runs up and down. He looks very angry. ‘Dean, you know, Dolph is a fri…’ He lets her not finish her sentence. He makes a few fast steps and pins her on the wand while he shuts her up with a kiss. ‘I hate to see you talking to him’ he growls.

'He is a firend.' 'He looks at you like you're fresh meat!' She rolls her eyes at Dean, sometimes he is just to protective over her. 'Dean you..' He kisses her once more, this time more rough than the last time. She can feels his hands over her whole body and she lets out a quite moan. His hands stops at her breasts and he squeezes them 'Oh god..' One of his hands take hers and pins them over her head on the wall. His lips wander to her neck and he bites in. 'Please Dean I want to touch you' Hannah whines but he only smirks. His other hand wanders to her lap and rub her. He leans forward and whispers 'I know how you like it.' He strips her out of her jeans and pull her shirt over her head. 'You're beuatiful.' Dean eyes Hannah hungry and lick her nipples.

He realeses her hands. She passes no time to strip him out of his clothes. They are both naked now and Dean pushes Hannah down. She is looking at him and sees that he is almsot hard. Hannah bites her lip and look up in his eyes. Dean smirks and takes her head. She opens her mouth and he fills her in one thrust. His hands are still on her head and she bops her head up and down. He let out a lud moan when she licks over his shaft. He pulls her up and kisses her this time more gentle. Dean lifts Hannah up and lays her on an empty table. He enters her rough and fast. He lets her no time to adjust and thrusts himself in and out. Hannah can feel him hitting her sweet spot with every thrust and she cries in pleasure.

'Whose girl are you?'


'And I am who?'

'Dean! I am your girl Dean'

Hannah feels that his thrusts become less periodic.

'I am close Hannah..'

'Me too, Dean'

With the next thrust, she can feel her climax hitting her hard and he follows her on the second.

He sinks down at her chest and lays his head on her stomach. ‘I love you Hannah.’ ‘I know, you were jealous because I was talking with Dolph.’ She smirks and strokes his hair.

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Dean was home, sitting on the bed, head resting on his knees.  Today marked two years of being in a relationship with his girlfriend Annabella.  He was truly happy, she was an amazing girl.  But…just the feeling of anyone loving him this long…was strange to him.  He truly believed that no one could ever love him, being worthless and a fuck up and other words his mother used to tell him constantly.  Her words were echoing in his mind, all her hurtful words clung to him for all these years, every single one.  He felt tears roll down his face, hearing everything over again,
“Good for nothing!”
“You’re a useless child!”
“Who would love a fuck up like you?!”
He held his head in his hands, knees bending until they hit the comforter.  “Stop…stop…” he whimpered, trying desperately to make the noise disappear.  His mother’s voice was so loud that he didn’t hear the key turning and the door to he and Annabella’s apartment open.  Or the voice of his girlfriend calling out to him.  His breathing quickened, the voice getting louder and louder.  He then screamed…
Annabella was glad to be home.  Morning shifts are not her strong suit, but at least she was done and she can now spend the rest of the day with her boyfriend Dean.  After all, it is there two year anniversary, maybe he planned something?  Come to think of it, he has been acting strange for weeks.  She hoped nothing was wrong.  She opened the door to their apartment, finding it strange that the place was quiet.  Usually when she had to work a morning shift and he was home, he would be watching TV until she got back.
“Dean?  You home?” she called out, closing the door behind her.  She was more nervous when she heard no response.  His car was in the lot, did he go out with some friends for something?  Just then, she heard a scream from the direction of their bedroom.
“Dean!” she shouted as she bolted for the bedroom.  She entered and recoiled a little at the scene before her.  Dean was on the bed, on his knees, holding his head and screaming.  She ran over and through her arms around him.
“Dean!  It’s me, Annabella!  What’s wrong?!”
But he didn’t answer, only screamed.  His breathing seemed to increase, making her more worried.  She hugged him tighter, pulling his head to rest on her shoulder.  She ran her hand through his hair, trying to find a way to calm him.
“Dean please!  Where are you?!  Come back to me!”
All she got was more screaming.  She continued to shout at him, thinking her voice would bring him back from wherever he was taken to.
“…An…Anna…” he mumbled after a while.
She smiled and sighed, she was getting through.  “Yes Dean, it’s me.” she said, her hold not faltering.
“…Make…the noises…stop.  Please…”
She then frowned, what was going on with him?  Quick thinking, she lifted his head up and kissed him on the lips.  She could feel him relaxing, like he was returning from wherever he was.  Soon, she pulled away, needing air.  She then noticed the tears rolling down his face, the choked sobs that were still there.  He then opened his eyes; they were red from the crying.  She pulled him back in her arms, rubbing his back.
“…Thank you…Annabella…” he panted out, his strong arms circling around her waist.
“Dean, what happened?  You scared me.”
He took a breath, “Just…hearing my mother’s words.  Been…hearing them for weeks.  …Guess today they were louder than normal.”  He pulled her closer to him.  “She said…a lot of hurtful things.  Made me believe I was a fuck up and a useless human being that will never find love.  You know…I was…amazed that someone could love me this long.”
She pulled back and looked at him, “Dean…you are a very lovable person.  That’s why Roman and Seth call you their brother, that’s why I call you my boyfriend, we all love you.  Never forget that, ok?”
He smiled, “I won’t.” 
She giggled, “Great!  Now, about tonight.  Did you make any plans for our two year anniversary?”
His eyes then widened in fear, he didn’t.  His mother’s words overpowered him to the point that he couldn’t focus on making plans for tonight.  He very nervously shook his head no.
She saw the fear in his eyes.  She wasn’t mad, not one bit.  “Good, because I did and that means we’re doing it my way!” she laughed, trying to ease him.
He looked a mix of relief and confusion, “What do you mean?  And…you’re not mad?”
“Not at all.  I mean, with what I just witnessed…”
He looked away, “Her voice…was always there.  I did try planning something, but…then…”
She pulled him close again, holding him as tightly as she could, “Dean, trust me, it’s ok.  You’re not in trouble.  As long as I’m with you, I don’t care what we do.”  She took a breath, “Promise me something though.”
He lifted his head a little, “What is it?”
“For our three year anniversary, you block out your mother’s words.  I don’t…want to see you like that again.”
He smiled and pulled her closer to him, “I promise.”
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“Ready for this tag team match” A deep voice from behind made Katie spine shiver. She turned around and smiled noticing the figure up front of her. “Of course I am! Are you ready for this match?” she giggled. Dean looked at her, and smiled back. “Pumpkin I was born ready for any match.” “PUMPKIN” she thought “really dean?” She laughed “Well lets head towards the curtain because our match is next” she smiled and began to walk, and Dean walked beside her. “So how was your day so far best friend.” Katie loved it when Dean called her best friend she felt like she was the only person that matter to him well beside Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins they were his best friends well more like brothers than anything. “It was good had breakfast with the other divas, we talked about a lot of things especially the fact I wrestle the guys. They were saying I was tough, brave, crazy, and a bad ass.” she giggled as the thought of the conversation came back to her mind. “What did you do?” Dean looked over at her and thought about what he did. “Well me, Roman, and Seth went to get something to eat, and than headed to the Gym and did some cross fit.” She looked at him and shook her head “Seth and his cross fit I swear if he wasn’t a wrestler he would be a trainer at a cross fit place.” They both laughed “Yeah he would” Dean said before stopping and looking at the TV “Come on Rome beat Orton’s Ass” you looked over at the TV screen and then at Dean’s face and begin to laugh. Dean looked over at you “What?” he asked as Katie kept laughing, so he began to laugh “When Rome comes out for a match you are glued to the TV screen. I think it’s cute” Dean laughed pushing Katie playfully “Shut up meanie” she shook her head laughing still and begin to stretch. Roman and Randy’s match was over and Dean high five Roman and he wished us good luck. Katie’s music hit first she walked out of the curtain, and walked down the ramp, fans screaming uncontrollably. Dean came out after Katie everyone screamed and jumped to their feet. Finally our opponents came out we were facing Mr. money in the bank,Seth Rollins and the demon Kane. The match was intense especially being the only girl but you were locking up with Kane, you haven’t really wrestled with Kane for the past couple of years that you have been here. Kane grabbed you by the throat getting ready to tombstone you when Dean came from behind hitting Kane with a steel chair, the match was called in a DQ, you grabbed your throat couching, Dean came over making sure you were okay, and it went to commercial. Dean grabbed a microphone, you were confused to why Dean was getting on the microphone, maybe he was going to cut a promo towards Seth. You placed yourself against the turnbuckle letting Dean Speak his mind, but you caught surprise when Dean looked over at you and started to speak. “Katie…” Dean said trying to catch his breath still. “Katie you’ve been my best friend for these past couple of years..I’ve watched you grow into such a beautiful girl, but also a bad ass fighter.” You looked over at dean with confusion to why he was talking to you like this “I’ve liked you ever since I met you, you were different from the others.” He begin to walk towards you slowly. “I’m ready to show you how much you mean to me” He step towards her, dropping the microphone, cupping her cheeks in his strong hands, and pulling her into a deep passionate kiss. She kissed him back and smiled through the kiss. “I love you Katie..” he whispered to her, she smiled wrapped her arms around his neck “ I love you to Jon” before kissing his lips one more time. The fans went wild, they couldn’t believe the most dominate force right now in the WWE were in the ring making out.

-Robyn (Hope you enjoy and like it =D) 

posted 1 week ago with 16 notes

I sighed. Another day pretending yet again, story of my life it seemed. Now I wasn’t usually the pessimistic type but lately I had been rather down. I was in love with my best friend Dean Ambrose; however there was more than a slight dilemma I faced. My other best friend Karliah was his girlfriend. I couldn’t exactly ruin their relationship to please myself.  Part of me was happy that Dean and Karliah were so happy together, but there was also this other side of me that often thought I could make him happy. Whatever chance I’d once had was blown now anyway. 

‘No point moping Rylee’ I scolded myself.


One day I sat at my house alone watching a movie when my phone went off. I reached over to grab it and saw that the caller was Dean. I answered it straight away.
“Dean” I said 
“Hey Rylee” he said. “You wouldn’t be able to come over to my place would you?” He asked. 
“Yeah of course I can…I was only watching a movie anyway nothing excited.”
“Cool…Well I will see you when you get here, I just need your advice that’s all.”
“Consider it a date” I joked Dean laughed. 
“See you soon”


~ An Hour later ~


I made my way to Dean’s house I knew it well I had been here many times before. Part of me wondered what advice he wanted from me. Was he gonna break up with Karliah? Had he already done that? I didn’t know. I sighed as my thoughts consumed me yet again. I knocked on Dean’s door. Before I knew it the door was pulled open and he stood in front of me. 
“Rylee” he said “I was expecting you” I felt like blushing. “Come in” he said before I walked inside towards the lounge room.
“Well you said you needed my advice?” 
“What do you think of this?” he asked me showing me a small box; he opened it revealing a ring. “I’m going to propose”
“It’s…nice…” I said trying to control the tremor in my voice and emotions. 
“Rylee…Are you alright?” he asked me before I could respond I got up and headed to the door, Dean calling my name behind me which seemed to slip from my mind.


~ Rylee’s House ~


I walked towards my house door the tears still streaking my cheeks. The door was opened as I went to shut it a hand stopped it from closing. It was Dean. 
“Rylee” he said arms on my waist “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t keep pretending anymore Dean. I Love you.” He just seemed blank for a second. 
“I love you too” he said before pulling me towards me kissing me passionately.

We made our way into the bedroom. The next thing I knew clothes were thrown and the rational me was gone. I could feel the soft presence of Dean’s skin on my own did and it did not go unnoticed. His kisses my body making me feel instantly numb. As the sensation became overwhelming, I moaned something that had been so unaccustomed to me but yet I felt as though it had come naturally.  My bodily sensations almost unbearable as the pleasure increased with every second, a feeling like heaven - or so I imagined - had taken control. Finally I feel myself relax my body relieves the presence which was not so distant long ago. Softly I place my head upon his.

“I love you” he says and I pull him towards me kissing him passionately. 


~ AJ ~

posted 1 week ago with 18 notes
Victoria was one hell of wrestler. She was strong, fierce, and determined to show everyone that she wasn’t your average woman in the ring. She was always up for a challenge, let it be female or male. And her challenger for the night was The Lunatic Fringe himself.
It was the main event of the night and the crowd was going wild. It was Victoria against Dean Ambrose, the first diva and superstar match since the attitude era. It was definitely a match worth waiting for and one they would never ever forget.
It was twenty minute into the match and there were blood spots already accumulating in the ring. Dean was laid out on the mat, not moving an inch after Victoria’s deadly swinging neckbreaker. She thought it was over and just as she was heading to pin him for the win, Dean surprised her by grabbing a hand full of her long locks. Victoria punched him in his torso over and over again, hoping the blows would loosen his grips. But it didn’t.
Instead, Dean gave the diva a taste of his brutal finisher, dirty deeds, sending her right where he wanted her; face down on the mat. Victoria knew it was over for her at that point. Dean had won fair and square. She wanted to get up and continue the match but her body was too sore to do so. Her time was up.
“1…2…3….” The referee yelled out.
The crowd chanted for Dean to take the win but he too had collapsed to the mat thanks to his weakened body.
The match was over once the bell had gone off. No one won and the crowd wasn’t too happy about that. Hell, Dean and Victoria’s sentiments were the exact same.
The two were carried out of the ring and shipped to the medical room to get their wounds serviced by the team. Dean was treated for his bruises and broken ribs, while Victoria was getting ten stitches to the head and icing her fractured ankle.
“Hey, good work out there,” after getting looked at by the medic team, Dean walked over to Victoria to congratulate her for her work in the ring. He smiled, “You’re the toughest chick I’ve ever encountered in my life.”
Victoria giggled, “You’re not so bad yourself, Dean.”
 The medic overlooking Victoria stepped away so her and Dean could have some alone time.
“Maybe we could train together soon. You know, show each other some moves” he suggested.
She smiled, “I would like that. Well, when we’re all healed up of course.”
The two exchanged numbers and promised they would contact each other when they were hundred percent ready to get back in the ring.
*Weeks later*
Dean and Victoria were back in action only three weeks after their match, training together when they could. She learned a lot of useful moves from Dean, ones she knew that would annihilate her opponent in the ring. Not only was the training beneficial to her for work reasons, but the alone time with him gave her more insight of who Dean really was.
Victoria always found Dean attractive but never had the nerve to tell him to his face. With them spending time together, she grew more comfortable with him. They talked about their lives and ambitions during their breaks. And even cracked jokes on each other for laughs. Dean was more laid back then she expected him to be. He was also nice and sweet towards her. The more they hung out and trained together, the more Victoria began to like him.
“You wanna call it quits for the day?” Dean asked.
It was going on eleven at night and they’ve been going at it for a little over four hours. Victoria didn’t want to part ways with him but it was getting a bit late.
She looked up at the clock, “Yeah, maybe we should.”
Dean nodded in agreement. They headed out of the ring, gathered all of their belongings, and headed towards the exit of the gym. Victoria was inches away from walking out the door when she felt Dean’s hand latch on to hers.
Victoria turned around, “What’s going—“
Dean silenced her with his lips. Victoria was stunned by his action. She’s been wanting to kiss his for the longest but she never imagined he would be the first one to make the move. He pulled her closer, allowing Victoria was warp her arms around his neck. The kiss lasted for several minutes before Dean finally pulled away.
“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that” he whispered.
She smiled, “What made you do it now?”
“I wanted to do it before it was too late,” Dean gave her a peck on the lips before finishing, “I didn’t want someone else snatching you up before I had a shot.”
Victoria had other guys that were interested in her but there was only one she really wanted. And he was standing right before her.
“Truth be told,” Victoria stood on her tippy toes and wrapped her arms around his neck tighter, “There was only one guy that I wanted. And that guy was you…”
Annalise <3
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I sat waiting patiently in the hotels dinning area for one the superstars on the WWE rooster. I had to meet with them to discuss their new storyline that we, the creative team, had come up with. I sipped slowly on my hot coffee and sighed, I had been waiting internally way to long, but he was known to be late, though he was never late when I met with him.

His figured walked into view and spot me sitting off in the corner by myself near the wide panel window. I glanced over and smiled when he spotted me. He walked over and as I got closer I stood. I held my hand out to shake, but he pulled me into a tight, warm hug. I sighed, “this is business Good, now please, please sit.”

He grumbled and sat, I pushed the cup of warm coffee towards him. He sighed, “thanks, Rox.”

I looked at him, studied him if you will. He had been out late, again. I sighed, “you were out again, that’s why you were late…”

“I invited you, didn’t I?” he asked sipping the coffee, hissing as it burnt his tongue.

I sighed, “you did, but I told you we had business to take care of this morning.”

“What is it then?” he hissed getting tired of me repeating.

I sighed and pulled out a black folder with a WWE logo on the front. I handed it to him and smiled as a waitress walked over with food. I smiled as she placed what I ordered for Jon in front of him, then my massive stake of pancakes in front of me. He saw the food and shoved the folder to the side, “you ordered me breakfast?”

I nodded, “of course, I knew you’d be hungry.”

He nodded and dove right into the omelet I ordered him, “thanks Roxy.”

I nodded and placed syrup on my pancakes and dove into mine. I smiled over at him, “is that good or you just that hungry?”

“Both, hey, why didn’t I get pancakes?” he asked pouting.

“Because have a big match tonight,” I said and cut a few pieces up.

He pouted at me still, “I love pancakes, and, is, is that blueberries?”

I nodded and sighed, “fine, do you want a bite?”

He nodded, “yes!”

I chuckled and stabbed a cut stack and held it out for him, he ate it off my fork, causing me to blush, “what I don’t get to try yours?”

He smiled and cut a piece, “it’s only fair, I guess.”

I smiled and ate it off his fork, “oh, God, that is good.” I instantly covered my mouth, “sorry.”

He laughed, “it’s fine.”

I smiled and went back to eating my pancakes. He finished and pushed his plate aside and opened the folder. He groaned, “what is this shit Rox?”

“What’s what?” I asked, forgetting to swallow before speaking. What was I kidding, he’s my best friend…

“This? Eva is going to be ringside for me now on? Oh and we’re suppose to be a power couple?” he asked getting angry.

“Yeah, we’re trying to find something for her to do, you know get her more limelight,” I said shrugging and took a sip of water. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s pure bull shit and I’m not fucking doing it,” he said closing the folder.

“You want a paycheck, you will,” I growled back, not liking his bitter attitude.

“Seriously, was this your idea? If so it’s pathetic,” he said and I groaned. I was in favor for it. I was mad as ever. “You know I can’t stand her. I thought you were my friend.”

“I am, Jon, you are my best friend,” I said softly.

“Really, doesn’t seem like anymore,” he said and shook his head.

I slapped him, I was mad, I gasped after I did. He stood, angered and looked at me, “shouldn’t have done that.”

I looked down, scared a little, “I’m sorry, Jon, I’m so sorry, Jonthan, I didn’t mean too.”

He was gone before he could even here my apology. I grabbed my stuff, throwing down a hundred and hurrying after him. I got to him at the elevator. I slipped in before it closed. I looked at him, “seriously, don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry, I was mad you were saying we weren’t friends.”

He looked at me, “I didn’t think we were just friends Roxy.”

I looked at him, “what do you mean Jon?”

I was so confused, what was that suppose to mean? He pushed me into the wall of the elevator and pined me against it. I gasped and he kissed me roughly, “I love you Roxy, I love you.”

I gasped again, holding his face in my hands, “what?”

He sighed, “I love you, I’ve grown to love you over the last couple years. You are my best friend, you get me.”

I smiled and cupped his cheek, “I love you too.”

He smiled and kissed me back roughly, “can I show you?”

I nodded slowly, “I’d like that.”

The door opened and he carried me down the hall towards my hotel room, I pushed the key in the door and opened it as his lips found my neck and worked down towards the exposed cleavage. I sighed heavily, “yes.”

He smirked and lowered me to my hotel bed, “do you know how long I have wanted to touch this body over yours in a way I never thought I would…”

I nodded, “probably as long as I wanted you too…”

He pushed at the thin skirt material of my dress and smirked when he realized I was clad under it, “what is this? Did someone forget to put something on today?”

I shook my head, “nope.”

He smirked, “you are a naughty girl, very naughty.”

I nodded, “I’ve learned from the best…”

He chuckled softly, “we’re going to see just how naughty you really are.”

I smirked gripped him by the shirt and tugged it over his head, I ran my finger nails down his chest slowly, “this, this is all mine.”

“All yours,” he smirked and attacked my lips. I arched my body into him, dying for his hands to roam my body like crazy.

I groaned and sighed, “please.”

He smirked and tugged his jeans free and I shimmed out of my dress tossing it to the floor. I sighed and looked at Jon as he dug in his jean pocket, “fuck.”

I groaned,  “what?”

“I don’t have a any fucking condoms,” he groaned looking down at his clothes strewn.

I pulled him to the bed, “I don’t fucking care, just make love to me already…”

He nodded and positioned himself, “ready?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” I whined gripping his hips, digging my nails into him.

He slid into me quickly, pausing for me to adjust. With a quick nod from me, he pounded in and out of me, quicker with each thrust. Our bodies, they, they fit so perfectly together. It was like, we were meant to be intertwined together.


We both climaxed and I laid curled in his arms, “I’ll fix the new storyline, I promise.”

He smiled widely, “good because you don’t need no competition.”

I giggled and nodded, “damn straight.”



I hope you loved, I enjoyed writing it for you! <3 Cay

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I couldn’t believe I was actually here, reveling in this atmosphere, talking to people I watch daily on television.
This was where I am. Where I should be. WWE.
I never thought everyone would be so damn polite and welcoming. It was weird to see Randy in jeans talking animatedly with Roman Reigns and they nodded at me and greeted me, wishing me luck
on my new signing with WWE.
There was another reason I was wandering the backstage halls of a New York arena however, and that was my old friend was around here somewhere and I was desperate to introduce the new
me to him.
When we were kids, he’d wrestle in my backyard with me and he’d talk all the time about making it big and escaping his life and he’d laugh when I told him I’d be by his side. Potential Diva.
When he was 17, he disappeared.
And I was happy that he’d achieved something big. It only motivated me further to prove I could do it too. And here I was.
Turning a corner, I saw him. He’s stood in jeans and his leather jacket, his back is to me but I can see he’s weary from his latest match. He’s talking with Jey Uso and he laughs at something he said.
Smirking to myself, I keep my eye on him as I creep closer. Jey casts me a confused look but I press a finger to my lips and just like I expect a professional actor to do, he replaces his confusion with
nonchalance and continues to talk to Dean, or Jon as I always knew him.
Reaching closer to the 6”4 lunatic fringe, I take a final run up and slap my palm on his right ass cheek. I stand behind him, my hands behind my back grinning up at the back of his head as I watch his body
tense up and he flexes his arms before he curses.
"Who the fuck-"
He turns on his heel quickly that it takes me a moment to realize he’s gone silent and he’s staring down at me before I regain my composure and continue to grin up at him.
I laugh out loud and as if that’s all the confirmation he needs, I’m gathered in his strong arms, much larger than the scrawny ten year olds arms I used to know and I’m on my tiptoes so I can rest my chin on his
broad shoulder.
He smells amazing and looks even better. His hair is shaggy and short, his jaw line is chiseled and his baby blue eyes tell the story of his entire life if you can look deep enough.
"What’re you doing here?" He asks and I notice Jey has gone. I lick my lips.
"Told you so."
For a brief moment he looked puzzled before his eyes widen, “you’re a Diva?”
"New. Only just signed the contract." I smile and his large hand brushes my arm, as if familiarizing himself with someone he doesn’t recognize. His eyes look me up and down and I imagine I look different
from when he last saw me nearly ten years ago.
My dark skin makes my features pop and he stares at me for a long time, “well, where you staying?”
"Hotel." I answer casually, "which reminds me I have to rent a car for the next arena for tomorrow night."
Jon shrugs and he cocks his head towards the parking lot, “me and some guys got a bus, you can stay with us.”
I wasn’t one to turn down a free ride or more time to spend with Jon. I nod and thank him and he brushes my arm with his hand once more before he leads me in the buses direction.
I notice Roman and the Usos and Naomi but Jon reminds me that it’s actually Joe, Jonathon and Joshua and Trinity.
"Too many J’s." I mumble and Jon laughs.
"Hey," he announces over their talking outside the bus, "I want you guys to meet our latest guest and fellow WWE athlete. This is…" he pauses for a moment and looks down at me, "do you have a Diva
"No," I tell him with a laugh and take over his introduction, "I am Ev, nice to meet you. I hope it’s okay I stay?"
Joe is the first to hold out his hand but I’m overwhelmed with the warm reception everyone shows, Trinity is talking about how she thinks it would be good if I join her on tag teams and Jonathan and Joshua
are eager to know all about my background and my past relationship with Jon to which I shrug off and say, “we were old friends.”
In our teenaged days, we were much more than that despite the way we’d hide it. Jon was someone I wanted to be with, I’d hinted many times in my adolescent days that I wanted to marry him and we’d live
happily ever after but then he went away and I had to come to terms with the fact that maybe, I was just a friend to Jon.
"Where will I sleep?" I asked as I was taken on a tour of the big but compact bus. Jon cast his eyes over everyone to ensure they weren’t paying much attention and was relieved to discover that the boys had
distracted themselves with the television much to Trinity’s dismay.
"Here?" He patted a bunk that was on it’s own from the others. There was a double which I assumed Trinity and Jonathan shared, and then two single bunks on the other side where I suppose Joe and Josh slept
and then this single one, in the corner next to the window.
"Isn’t this one yours?" I asked cautiously and Jon shrugged like he always does.
"Where else you wanna sleep?"
I didn’t bring up the reasonable question of, if he knew there was no space, why did he invite me on the bus in the first place, and instead noddd and smiled. “Looks like we’ll share then.”
An unknown man popped his head through the door and announced we were hitting the road now before he slammed the door shut and there was a moment before the buses engine roared to life.
Jon was still staring at me as if he was expecting me to do something interesting, instead I yawned. “I’m going to sleep if that’s alright, it’s been a rollercoaster of a day.”
Jon was smirking and glanced at the bed, “your stuff can go over there.” Before he turned away to go into the back of the bus with the others, he looked at me hungrily before saying, “hope you don’t mind
me sleeping naked.”
When Jon did finally come to bed, I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed that he in fact, does not sleep naked.
The bunk was big enough for us to have our own space but there were parts of our bodies that would brush occasionally and I realized that a half naked, boxer brief clad Jon was just as tempting as a naked Jon.
Jon was quiet as a mouse when he came to bed, eventhough I was wide awake, I pretended to be asleep. The bus was quiet except from the rumbling of the engine so I assume we are driving through the night.
With Jon’s body heat and familiar scent, it sent me to sleep immediately.
In the morning, I was surprised to find Jon already out of bed. There was music from a radio faintly heard and chatter. Making sure I was decent, I went to the back of the bus to see Jon and Joe awake
with Joe hovering my a microwave.
"Morning." Jon said and cast another hungry look at my attire of a tank and shorts.
I waved sleepily at them both and then sat next to Jon watching Joe look at the microwave as if it were about to talk to him.
"What are you doing?" I asked and realized Jon had thrown an arm over the back of the seat so his fingers were brushing my shoulder blade.
"I’m making breakfast." Joe told me.
"Why are you looking at the microwave as if it’s going to explode then?"
Joe bit his lip and Jon was chuckling softly next to me. “I put something in there that I’m not sure is supposed to be in there. And… I’m waiting.”
I quickly got to my feet and excused myself from the room, “I’m going to wait in here and find out. I’m going to get dressed.”
Not really realizing it, when I’d said it, I was looking right at Jon and he was looking right back as if we’d just exchanged a secret conversation in our heads. I wasn’t very surprised when he followed me back
to our bunk.
"Have I told you yet how much I missed you?" 
I had my back to Jon as I pulled clothes out of my suitcase, he was close to me, his breath on the back of my neck.
"No," I tell him with a smirk and turn to face him to find I was right, he was standing very very close to me.
He leans towards me and my breath catches in my throat as he places his face in the crook of my neck and he exhales making goosebumps appear and a twinge of lust shoot straight to the place in between my
"I missed you."
Leaving my breathless and very horny, Jon smirks like he knows this and leaves the room.
Damn him. I’ll get him back.
The day passes quickly and we arrive at the arena. I’m not set to have a match until another week but it’s exciting to see Joe and Jon in action. With their rivalry with Seth continuing, I couldn’t help but
get a dry mouth when I watched Jon appear as Dean Ambross in the messy jeans and leather jacket. He was effortless in the match against Bad New Barrett.
And as I watched backstage, I realize that Jon is still as sexy as ever. And that the last ten years I’ve been working my ass off to be right here with him. I just knew I’d be.
When we were all ushered back into our vehicles to head to the next arena, I was absently looking for Jon.
"He’s on the bus already. He’s exhausted." Joe tells me with a knowing smirk. "You know me and the guys will be getting drunk tonight in the back, you got the bunk room all to yourselves."
Before I could say anything else, he disappears onto the bus and as I get on too, I notice that Joe is right and that him, Jonathan and Joshua are gathered around a round table with Trinity sitting next to Josh
with various bottles of alcohol on it.
"Joining us, Ev?" Joshua asks and I shake my head in a polite decline ignoring everyones knowing looks.
I head into the bunk room quietly and see the shape of Jon’s body in his bunk, the covers haphazardly around him, his arms behind his head as he sleeps peacefully.
I smirk and decide this will be when I get him back. When he’s vulnerable.
I place my hand on his crotch through the duvet and his boxers. He doesn’t even twitch. I rub him softly and through the layers of material I’m beginning to doubt he can even feel me but then his body moves
deliciously, he squirms like a snake recoiling and although he remains asleep, he moans lowly in his throat.
Just by rubbing him, I can tell Jon is a ‘big’ man. He is growing hard underneath me and I am pretty satisfied with myself. Just as I’m about to leave him like this, his hand snaps to mine and my small wrist is enclosed
in his iron grip.
"What do you think you’re doing?" His eyes are open sleepily and his voice is raspy.
"Getting you back." I answer innocently and his eyes roll back when I grasp him through the sheets.
Growing confident, I climb on top of him and staddle his waist. His erection is directly underneath me and I can’t resist my own feelings of lust taking over. However, I remind myself this is all about revenge.
"Ev…" Jon says my name but trails off when I move.
He feels amazing underneath me and I have to control myself as I slowly grind on him bringing him to the point of no return. He made me so horny breathing on my neck, I was about to make him feel
the same.
His hands make their way to my waist and he tries to make me grind faster and harder but I slam his hands down beside his head and his eyes snap open to glare at me. He’s obviously not used to not being
in control.
I grind further and can’t stop the moan that is released from my own lips. Jon growls and I know that he could easily break out of my grip and reverse the roles but he doesn’t. 
Sliding my body against him through the sheets, I realize if I don’t stop now, I’ll want him to go further and I wanted to get revenge, that’s all. I climb off of him and his eyes roll in annoyance and frustration.
"Ev, you can’t fucking leave me like this." He hisses.
I smirk as I open the door and blow him a kiss before getting very drunk.
Jon hasn’t spoken to me all day. It’s a very awkward atmosphere although everyone else is oblivious to it. 
I’m beginning to regret what I did, maybe I went too far. Maybe he didn’t find it funny at all. His glare meets my eyes all the time to the point I make up some lame excuse about not going with the others
to the next arena and instead I stay on the tour bus.
I feel uncomfortable in Jon’s bunk but I try and sleep anyway.
After a few hours, someone is climbing into the bunk and from his familiar smell, I know it’s Jon.
"It isn’t over yet, why are you back so early?" I ask confused, wiping sleep from my eyes.
Jon doesn’t say anything and just when I think he won’t say anything at all, I’m grabbed and my arms are pinned above my head with an infuriated Jon above me. He’s half naked and I feel him through my small
shorts. He’s hard and he’s grinding on me deliciously.
"What you did yesterday was fucked up." He growls harshly into my ear but I’m overcome with the sensation of feeling him grind against me. "I will teach you that with me," he looks down, "you go hard
or you go home.”
I squeak as my shorts are ripped off my body and my tank is being shoved over my head. Jon’s boxers are discared and joining my shredded clothes on the floor and I feel him press him body tight against mine.
I moan in pleasure and I try and grab him but his hands are still on mine leaving my body naked to him and completely submissive.
He grunts in my ear as he thrusts himself inside and I scream out suddenly thankful the bus was empty.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust and instead, he uses his strength to create a pace that is animalistic, my body moving up the bed and he has to drag me back down by my hips.
He is groaning and like a mad man possessed as he takes me roughly. He hits that sensitive bundle of nerves and I finally am able to wriggle out of his grip and my hands go to his back, my nails making
crimson trails down his skin.
"Like that. Fuck yes, Jon." I am panting out and he is hitting that spot over and over again.
Finally, he shoves upwards hard and I feel him come undone as his body stills and my own euphoria is crashing down on me like a tidal wave. Jon pulls out and rests his sweaty head on my chest
as we both laugh.
"Can we stop fucking around?" I ask but he looks up at me with a smirk.
"Babe, I wanna fuck around all night." And I’m once again thrown into the whirlwind of my own pleasure.
~ S
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Stephanie took deep breaths as she walked towards his locker room door, it had been so long since she had time with him but people had started to get suspicious so she had to cool it.
"Hey" Stephanie purred as she walked in to Deans dressing room
Dean smiled “Well stranger its been a while since I’ve seen you, is that because you are scared hubby dearest will find out?”
Stephanie giggled “Now now Mr Ambrose, enough about him, why don’t you show me what I have been missing”
Dean didn’t need to be asked twice he grabbed Stephanie and pushed her against the wall, Stephanie responded by wrapping her legs around his waist.
Dean picked Stephanie up and placed her gently onto the couch.
A small moan escaped Stephanie’s lips “Yes, please Dean take me now”
Dean stood up and removed his pants, not bothering to remove Stephanie’s clothes, he put his hand up her dress, pushed her thong to the side and did as he was asked taking her in one hard thrust……
20 minutes later……
Dean got dressed with a massive smiled on his face “Well that was worth the wait”
Stephanie stood up with no expression on her face “It was good as always Jon, the perfect way to say goodbye”
Dean looked confused, why was she using his real name? and what did she mean goodbye?
"That’s it Jon, its too dangerous for us to be together anymore people are starting to get suspicious, besides you got what you wanted out of this, a major storyline and a run with the us title, its me who decides when it ends and its ending now" Stephanie said firmly
With those words Stephanie didn’t say anything else, she stood up and left the room.
As Stephanie made her away along the hallway back to her office a million thoughts went through her head, has she done the right thing ending it with Dean? She knew people were starting to get suspicious of the amount of time she was spending with him.
Upon entering her office her thoughts were quickly interrupted by another familiar face sitting at her desk.
"Well well fancy seeing you here" said Stephanie smiling
Staring back at her were the eyes of Justin Roberts, RAW ring announcer.
"Ms McMahon, I am of the understanding that your husband is not here tonight, he is back at the HQ in Connecticut finalising a few deals to take the WWE network into Europe, is that correct?" said Justin
"Yes Justin that is correct" Stephanie replied
"Well if there is anything I can do for you whilst he is away…." Justin winked
Stephanie didn’t say a word she walked towards Justin, spun round the chair he was sitting in and wrapped her legs around either of it straddling him.
"Well now you mention it, I could use a little something from you" Stephanie whispered in his ear
Justin laughed “Whatever you want, you shall have you are the billion dollar princess after all”
Stephanie broke Justin off mid sentence her mouth meeting his in a slow passionate kiss…..
20 minutes later……
Stephanie lay on her office floor wrapped in Justin’s arms at that moment she couldn’t be happier, Justin was a lovely man and unlike Dean he had never asked for anything in return for her affections.
Stephanie’s post sex haze was shaken by a loud crash outside her door
Stephanie froze, outside the door she could hear her husbands voice, she couldn’t believe she was here he was supposed to be at WWE HQ.
Another loud crash could be heard outside the door, Stephanie and Justin quickly got dressed and sat frozen to the spot listening to the goings on outside.
Another loud crash and Stephanie’s husband HHH walked through the door, throwing a bloodied Dean Ambrose through before him.
Stephanie winced as her husband used Deans real name, whilst in a work environment all WWE talent had to use their entertainment names.
"Paul, Paul please…." Stephanie started to cry
"WELL?" HHH roared
"Yes, yes Paul its true..P-Please don’t hurt him any more" Stephanie whispered
Suddenly HHH stopped and turned to Justin and smiled
"Justin I am so sorry I didn’t realise you and Steph were in a meeting, I assume you are in a meeting? You’re not fucking her too are you? Said HHH laughing
Justin smiled a weak smile unable to meet HHH’s eyes
The look on triple h’s fact changed instantly
"Why can’t you look at me Justin…..Oh my fucking god you have been doing her haven’t you?"
"Paul please…" whimpered Stephanie
"Shut up you whore, for fucks sake" said HHH giving a beaten Dean Ambrose another kick
Stephanie sat in the corner and rocked back and forth
"Justin I suggest you leave now, before you end up like this" said HHH pointing to Dean Ambrose
Justin stood up and did as he was asked, he wanted no part of talking to a pissed off husband, let alone a former multiple time world champion.
HHH threw Dean out into the hall “I have to speak to my wife, time for you to go”
Stephanie stopped rocking and stood up
"Don’t say anything lets go home" said HHH
Stephanie looked at her husband confused
"But Paul….about what just happened"
"As far as I am concerned nothing just happened, I am going home with my wife to see our  daughters, that is it.” replied HHH
Stephanie understood now was not the time to discuss things, now was a time for family and she couldn’t wait to get home to be with her girls.

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