Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Chapter 61: Trouble Comin' Every Day

In hindsight I probably should have seen it coming from the moment the father of the woman who had kidnapped me had warmly assured me that I wouldn't come to any harm. Because the one thing I had forgotten was that in the big glitzy world of business and lawyers and legal stuff, technicalities of the spoken word were literally everything and so too were concepts like plausible denial.

In other words I was a very, very naive person.

Initially of course the night had started out normally and I had settled into my commentary post with barely even a blink and nor had I batted so much an eyelid when Michael Cole had looked bewildered when I mentioned the interview thing.

"So, what kind of questions have you got for me?" I had asked him with a bright chirp as I had slotted my headphones on and as the producers were counting us into the live broadcast and readying the pyrotechnics and lights to go off.

He had blinked at me,

"What?"

"Four…three…two…one…you're on guys."

In the flash of explosives and roar of the audience and the instantaneous beat of an incoming wrestler's theme, I had turned back to work and had forgotten all about it figuring that maybe my commentary colleague simply hadn't heard or else had yet to be informed about the interview since it wouldn't have been surprising to hear he hadn't been told. Besides, I had the big boss' protection, so it wasn't like I had anything to be concerned about.

Right?

In spite of that though, I couldn't really stop from shivering when the first match of the night was a Rowan and Harper tag because even though the times of them being mortal enemies was over, at no point had any of us become actual friends and nor would I ever be able to fully shake the memory of being handcuffed in the motel room while they sat and watched over me.

"Ugh, I hate those guys."

Michael Cole filled the blanks in quickly for those people at home who had forgotten the beef since my main role on commentary seems to be spitting out sentences prior to thinking them properly through first.

"Lauren of course was kidnapped by Bray Wyatt and his two family associates late last year and held hostage overnight to force the truth out of Stephanie about her ongoing campaign of fear."

"Yep, hate those guys."

From right alongside me JBL patted my curled hand with his and then puffed out his chest like an out of place peacock that somebody had teasingly made wear a Stetson hat.

"Well no need to worry now, those two won't get past me."

"Unless Vince McMahon snaps his fingers."

"What was that Michael?"

"Oooh, big boot from Harper straight to the face – ,"

Biting back a smile I leaned forward a little and caught Jerry Lawler winking right back which had become kind of standing joke between the two of us, to giggle like two school kids whenever our two bickering colleagues flared up. Even having been sat next to the pair for nearly six weeks and being privy to their interactions when the cameras were off, I still couldn't tell if they genuinely hated one another or whether their fiery outbursts were simply how they showed their love. Lawler had been sitting next to them for a hell of a lot longer and evidently understood even less than that though and so in the end it was simply one of those wrestling mysteries I had learned to live with and secretly kind of loved.