Insane - Dean Ambrose -

Chapter 1

( Three weeks before)

I had been thrown Into the announcement table four different times, and body slammed on to the table breaking it down and almost causing me to be counted out. Now I was in my fourth black widow with my arm so far back that I felt it would snap in half. I reached out and grabbed the ropes with the last bit of strength that I had. The referee tapped Aj's shoulder,

"Aj break the hold. 1,2,3 " Aj growled and stood up not wanting to be disqualified. My arms turned back to their normal angle but felt like jelly. I groan and reached over to use the ropes to help stand up, only to be knocked down again with a forearm. I held my head. I will get that title. I will not lose this match to a wanna be wrestler. I stood up again and this time I tackled her to the ground. She thrashed around underneath me as I punched anywhere that I could get my hands on. She screamed out in pain pushing me off. I stood up watching as she leaned on the turnbuckle. I took this as an opportunity to run at her and knee her stomach. I sat her on the ropes climbing up with her. As I went to suplex her off, she pushed me down onto my back. I groaned in pain rolling out of the ring.

"Bitch" I muttered holding my back. Aj slid out of the ring and ran towards me. She grabbed my shorts and the back of my head throwing me into the barricade. My right shoulder throbbed in pain. I was picked back up and Aj was about to throw me again but I reversed it throwing her into the barricade. The crowd booed me as I parraded around.

"7!"

"8!" I turned to the ring seeing its almost time. I ran into the ring laying on my stomach.

"9!" The ring shook. I looked up seeing Aj had rolled in. She stood me up and flipped around me putting me in the black widow. I screamed as loud as my voice would let me. My hand hovered over her leg waiting to tap. I can't tap. I won't tap.

"Rosie do you-"

"No! No I don't!" I cut him off. Hearing the words give up would motivate me to give up and I don't plan on that. My arm and back were going numb with pain as I stood there hunched over. I had a cramp building in my neck from her knee digging in it.

"Ask her again!" Aj persisted.

"Rosie. Do y-"

"I said fucking no! Now shut the fuck up!" I yelled. Aj tightened her grip to which I couldn't take. I let myself fall on to my back hitting Aj on the mat. I stood up rubbing my arm, the venom obvious in my eyes. Aj stood up just in time for me to use my finishing move, the burial ( a butterfly ddt but it's backwards.) I threw myself on top of her waiting for the sweet music of mine. But it never came. The lights went out, a song came on, and my face went pale.
"ding....ding.....ding" The smoke came out from everywhere, the familiar dings of a church bell rang out, the crowds excitement level rose. The undertaker. My father. What was he doing here? I stood up and faced the ramp watching as he walked down in the coat that I'd played with when I was fifteen. The hat I'd worn to my tenth grade dance. The studded gloves that I wore when I was going through my 'i love the color black and heavy medal' stage. He was really here. I hadn't seen or spoke to him in nearly four years, why now? He climbed into the ring and the first thing he did was hold his arms out. Tears built up in my eyes as I took a couple of steps forward.

"Dad?" I asked. He removed his hat and sat it on my head before pulling me into a hug. The tears rolled down my face as I squeezed him as hard as I could. He smelled like chocolate and coconut, just how I remember him.

"Shhhh, I'm here baby" he soothed into my ear. But the voice. It was different. It was... attractive. I dropped my arms and stepped back trying to get a good look at him. When I pulled back I saw, not my father, but I saw one of the hounds of justice Roman Reigns. My mouth dropped then immediately came back up as I clenched my jaw. I was furious. My heart started pumping as fast as it's ever had and I began shaking. I can't believe they did this. I ran to the side of the ring, demanding a mic.