Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Nine: Summerslam

Dean Ambrose hated to lose matches. When he was informed that he was penciled in to lose his match against Kane that night, he nearly lost it. Dean loved his job and loved the position that he was in right now, but sometimes he loathed the fact that the creative department made him lose match after match. Especially tonight.

He stood alone in the men's lockeroom, trying very hard to drown out the cheers that were emulating from the crowd not so far away. Some nights he loved to hear them scream. Others he wanted to escape from it all and go back home to Las Vegas, where the hot, silent desert offered him some peace of mind. 

Push-ups allowed Dean to forget his anger and to think about different things. He nearly became giddy when he remembered that he would be allowed to sleep for a full nine hours that night. But when he thought of Brittany Cena, the anger left.

Brittany was one of the people who seemed to have an amazing personality and great sense of humor. He thought that she was a pretty cool friend. It made him realize how little he really knew about her, but the one thing that did seem to impress him was her extensive knowledge on wrestling. 

Last week, when she had told him that she was now staying permanently and working as the newest on-air personality, Dean actually felt happy. Very proud of her. The on-air personality thing pestered him a bit, but he ignored it and helped her celebrate by hanging out with her in the catering area before Raw went on the air.

 "Dean," Roman said in his deep, booming voice," they need you at the curtains. You're up in about fifteen minutes."

"Yeah, yeah. Just let me get up," he replied, trying to hide his good mood.

Roman gave Dean an odd look and smirked,"What's up with the spring in your step, bro? You're usually seething before a match."

"It's nothing. Nothing important, really," he lied.

Roman lingered in the doorway. "Liar, liar. Pants on fire. Just tell me what it is. It'll be our little secret."

Dean sighed. He knew that he wouldn't be able to throw Roman off now. 

"It's that girl, Roman. John Cena's sister. I can't get her out of my head for some reason."

Roman let a wide and broad grin cross his face. "So what you're saying is that you...like her."

"Don't get ahead of yourself. I've only known her for about two months," Dean scoffed.

They walked together, continuing the conversation as they went.

"I don't know. I've just never seen you like this before," Roman inquired.

Dean flexed his fingers, making sure that he could move his hands underneath all of the tape. "It's crazy. I don't know, man. She's a cool person. Very smart."

"Hmm. Are you sure that you do not like her?"

They stopped at the curtain. Dean scratched. "No, I don't."

Roman laughed. Dean was about to say something completely rude when one of the techs came up to him and told him that he was due to go through the curtains in less than a minute. Roman left. Dean quickly inserted himself into performance mode and was more than ready to get out to the ring and bring the house down. 

***

Dean stood on the top turnbuckle, soaking in the chaotic atmosphere. Kane was directly below, lying flat on his back in the middle of the ring. The crowd was going absolutely nuts and so were Jerry Lawler and JBL. He was preparing to deliver an elbow drop when all of a sudden, Jamie Noble, one half of J&J Security, yanked his right leg and caused Dean to land on an unpleasant part of his body.

Kane quickly saw this as an opportunity. He wrapped a hand around Dean's throat and choke slammed him rather forcefully down onto the mat. Even though he had the energy to keep going and actually try to alternate the results, Dean lied still and became very angry as Kane pinned him successfully.

The members of the Authority celebrated for a short amount of time before Dean recovered and attempted to beat down Joey Mercury, the other half of J&J Security. The three men ran away and left Dean fuming in the ring. The crowd showed massive amounts of sympathy. They knew that Dean should have won. It didn't matter now. Dean rolled abruptly out of the ring and quickly made a beeline for the backstage area.

People tried to congratulate him for putting on such a fantastic match, but he dismissed their praise and continued to walk on, seething with rage. Dean wanted to escape to some place far away from human interaction so that he could clear his head. His only solution was the car that he had driven himself in to the arena earlier that day. It was either that or get fined for destruction of WWE property. He didn't want to pay such a ridiculous fine.

As he went, the lighting became dimmer and the noise levels fell. The door stood ajar and he could feel the cool night air of Brooklyn fill his nostrils. Dean was almost our of the door when he bumped into someone.

Brittany.

"Whoa! Sorry, Jon. I didn't see you there," she quickly apologized.

"I should have watched where I was going," he said, not looking at her.

Brittany looked at him. She seemed to be concerned. "I saw your match. I'm sorry that you lost."

"If the fucking writers would get their heads out of their asses, I would have won."

"Calm down," she begged. "It was still a good match. You and Kane had everyone on the edge of their seats."

That made Dean smile just a little."Glad you think so, but I just wish that it could have ended differently. This is one time that I wish the writers would let me win something."

They stood in silence. 

"Why were you outside? Shouldn't you be getting ready for an interview or something?" He asked.

"Not really, no. I just got a little sick. I was out there for about an hour, actually. My nerves just got the best of me," she said, wiping away some drool from the corner of her mouth.

Since Dean's foul mood was subsiding for the moment, he decides to be nice. "Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm just not used to being in front of a camera or "performing" in front of millions of people live."

"It gets easier," Dean mused.

"My distractions aren't working, are they? You're still mad, right?"

She was good. "Yeah, I am."

"Jon, why don't you speak up and let them know that you're unhappy?"

"It doesn't work like that, Brittany. If someone tries to voice their opinion, especially if they take it to Stephanie McMahon who has been a complete bitch as of late, they'll be knocked down to the bottom of the card and forgotten about. In some cases, fired. I don't want to risk the chances of either scenario happening."

Brittany was now angry. She crossed her arms."It doesn't hurt to try to change things. If everybody else can do it, why can't you?"

"What are you trying to say?"

Brittany turned around and shut the door so loudly that Dean was pretty sure that people on the other side of the arena could hear it. She began to walk away, seething with rage as she went,"Forget it. Forget that I said anything, alright? I'll see you tomorrow."

 He was absolutely stunned. For a moment or two, he wanted to continue to be angry at her, but he couldn't. He wanted to run after her and apologize, but by the time he looked back, Brittany was out of sight. He knew that she was wrong, but he also knew that she was right.

And that's when Dean Ambrose decided that whenever he would see Brittany again, he would immediately apologize to her. 

Summerslam really raised tensions, didn't it?