The Powerhouse's Little Sister (Dean Ambrose x OC) (Book 1)(Complete)

Chapter 57...

Hi! This is the mini chapter I was talking about in the previous chapter. Now when I say mini, I don't know if it will be under 500 words, or under 1,000 words. But I hope you enjoy.

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It's the following week, and it's the last night before Hell in a Cell.

I finally have a match against Dj Austin tonight. I think Roman was going to call Bray out tonight, and Dean. Well, I do not know what the lunatic has planned.

I sat in Roman's lockeroom, tying up my shoes. Dean was pacing back and forth, rambling on about he wants to tear Luke Harper and Braun apart.

But Dean stopped when he heard the door open. We all looked to see Randy and Malia. Roman and I stood to our feet.

"What do you two want?"- Dean

"Well, since we came back last night, and if you want a chance at beating the Wyatt's at Hell in a Cell, then your going to need our help."- Randy

"Need your help? Well if we need your help, then why didn't you come when we needed the help at Night of Champions? We don't need help! The last people who helped us, either walked away, or turned their backs on us."- Dean

"Look! I know your sour about what happened. But let us help. If you remember, they put us out of action, and we want revenge."- Malia

"And you know what? You guys should be thanking us! If it weren't for us, you wouldn't be standing here!"- Randy

dean was wanting to strangle Randy, but Malia and I held Dean and Randy back. I would then step forward in front of Dean. I eyed Malia as she stepped in front of her husband. I stuck my hand out, and she looked at it in confusion.

"I agree with Dean, the last people who helped us got upset because we lost via disqualification. But if you want to make things right, I suggest you start by accompanying me to the ring while I deal with Dj. After that, we will go from there."- Lelani

Malia shook my hand, but I pulled her towards me. 

"I trust you. I really do. But if you and your husband end up leaving us high and dry again, I will not hesitate to give you the same treatment I gave you last year when me and you fought last year. We end this war on Sunday. Then, we will all go our separate ways."- Lelani

"I hear you loud and clear."- Malia

The Orton's left, and Dean just went off. 

"I'm telling you, we do not need their help! I mean where were they when we needed them at Night of Champions? Were they hurt? Or were they just faking? And do not get me started on when that Scum Rollins decided to be our partner. We have enough going on, and we do not have time dealing with the likes of these people."- Dean

"Hey man! Calm down. Trust me, I do not trust Randy, but come on, maybe they won't be so bad now. Look at it this way, they both got taken out and couldn't be our partners, so maybe they just want revenge."- Roman

"Roman's right. Look at it this way, if they do end up turning on us, we will eventually get our hands on them. We always serve justice when it needs to be served."- Lelani

Dean calmed down eventually. I had to leave because my match was coming up. 

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My music hit, and I walked out with my hood up over my head, and with Malia close behind. I looked over, and saw Malia next to me. She nodded for me to go forward, and I did. I skipped sideways as she continued to walk behind me. I stepped onto the apron, and took my jacket off. I screamed as the beat dropped. I entered the ring, and stood on the second turnbuckle yelling "This is my house!"