Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Thirteen: Through the Motions

When I woke up this morning, I realized that Night of Champions. This also meant the love angle would start tonight. Jon and I had spent many hours on the phone planning. As much as we did not want to do it, we came up with a beginning that we both agreed upon. We ran it by Vince and he seemed to like it. Triple H liked the idea and it was good to know that he was on our side.

I sat alone in my hotel room at the little table that was next to the bay window. I quickly forgot about my stress. My body settled into relaxation mode. It was 9:23am when I last glanced at the clock. I must have dozed off because when I looked again, it was 1:41 pm. I had slept for four hours. It was worth it, though. I had needed a nap. 

Ever since Tuesday night, I had tried to confront Nikki about what had happened inside of Stephanie's office, but she ignored me and whenever she did decide to answer.I wanted to tell John, but they were having enough issues.

I turned on my phone when I was stuck in the thick traffic of Tampa. I had several new emails, a new voicemail from Jon, three texts apiece from Trinity and Paige, and two missed calls from one of my other brothers, Matt. 

When I got to the arena, hardly anyone seemed to be there. That was different when I got inside, however. People were rushing around, some muttering about it being drug test day. I grunted at the mention of them. Before I was hired, I underwent ten of them. And I was tested more often than others. It's not like I did anything, though. That stuff was well behind in the past.

Marc Carano found me and told me what I suspected: I was to be drug tested. It was another cup of urine that I didn't care to lose. He did make note of why I was tested so much, but yet he didn't have to explain. 

I decided to listen to the voice mail from Jon: 

"Hey, uh, whenever you get to the arena, we need to like, finalize everything. Don't worry. I intend for this to run as smoothly as possible. Call me back."

It was true. Oh well. It was a matter of finding him. Jon usually wasn't that hard to find. He sometimes found me before I found him. Scared the shit out of me sometimes, honestly.

"Looking for someone?" A tantalizing voice asked. I turned around and there Jon was. Sadly, he was much taller than I was. 6'4" to 5'7'' was kind of embarrassing. His hair wasn't wet  just yet, so its golden brownness almost looked ginger-like. A black leather jacket with brown trim, an old Pantera t-shirt, blue jeans, and the boots that I always see him in. Sunglasses were perched on top of his head, and he had a wonderful smile on his face. It took me a moment to realize that I had just checked him out...again. For what seemed like the billionth time. Then again, what girl wouldn't?

"I got your voice mail. Is there something wrong?"

"Uh, not really. I was hoping that we could run through everything before we actually do it for real tonight. Is that good with you?"

"Yeah, yeah," I walked with him down the hall as we spoke."It's fine with me. Want to do it now?"

"Sure."

We ended up in the catering area as usual. Jon grabbed a plastic spoon and handed it to me. He called it my mic. He offered a hand to pull me up from my chair, and I took it. His hand was sort of soft. Either way, it felt strangely good to be touching it.

"Alright. Let's do this," I declared while popping the knuckles in my hands. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Dean Ambrose."

He stepped forward, already slipped into character. "Dean, tonight, you are scheduled to go one-on-one with the United States champion, John Cena, just hours removed from your match with Kane at Night of Champions. How are you feeling about this?"