Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Twenty-Five: Turn for the Future (Stephanie's Point of View)

he script for Raw had been delivered to her early that morning, and she was trying to find something that she did not like. Nothing unusual had appeared just yet, but with the Slammy's being just one week away, tensions were high. If there should be a little slip up, Stephanie would fire the person whom was responsible. Nothing in the script displeased her. The writers were leaving her to her own devices tonight since her feud with Kane had been re-scheduled to end tonight...and Stephanie wasn't afraid to make things personal.

Just when she was about to throw the script onto the floor, a light knock came from the other side of the door. Stephanie readjusted her posture and bade them entry. Nikki Bella entered, her hips swaying back and forth as she walked. She had a smug smile on her face. Whatever we're about discuss, it must be something really scandalous if she has to have the door shut.

"Hello, Nikki. How are you today?" Stephanie asked as she hugged the former Divas champion.

"Very good, Steph. And you?"

"Fantastic, thanks for asking."

The two women sat down.

"So Nikki, what brings you here?"

"Well, Steph," she began, seeming rather eager,"I have some info that is highly valuable, and it could help you in your upcoming unscripted, totally improvisational feud with Brittany Cena and Dean Ambrose."

Almost a day hadn't gone by in nearly five months that she hadn't been fed new, shocking gossip. Some of it was truly diabolical, and some of it was downright unworthy of her time. But one thing that Stephanie never grew tired of was finding new ways to fire Brittany Cena. She has hated the girl ever since she came to an episode of Raw about five years ago. Stephanie thought her to be rude, unprofessional, immature and unattractive. It was not long after the two had met that they began to spawn a mutual hatred that everyone was afraid of making worse. 

"And what is it? Is this worth my time, or is it actually worth the breath that you're going to waste?" Favorite or not, Stephanie always sounded so stern whenever there was something important happening.

Nikki threw her long, caramel-brown hair over her shoulder and said, "Haven't you noticed that there's a new couple within the WWE?"

"No, I have not," she admitted.

"Well, less than one week ago, Brittany and Ambrose became a real-life couple. I found out just this morning when I had breakfast with some of the other girls. They all seemed happy about it."

From the very beginning, when she had forced Dean Ambrose and Brittany Cena to work together, she had the strongest feeling that the two would fall for each other. The idea of two people being truly happy together made her feel good. It had almost made her forget as to why she had even paired them together in the first place. But after running over what Nikki had just said for the third time, something inside of Stephanie laughed darkly.

"This changes everything."

Nikki smiled deviously. "I knew that you would feel the same way, Steph."

"A whole new world of possibilities has been opened. But are you for certain that they're actually a real couple now?" It wouldn't hurt to make sure.

"Positive. Paige and Naomi got the text this morning. They showed it to everyone at the table. They've been together for four days. They wanted to keep things under wraps for a whole week, but something changed. As if privacy exists in this business," she said, chuckling darkly as she bit her nails.

Stephanie sank back into her chair, already plotting. To separate them as an on-screen couple would only be too easy. To separate them in real life would be nearly impossible. Stephanie desperately desired to be rid herself of Brittany, but she wasn't quite sure of how to do it. No one, apart from Nikki was willing to help, yet Stephanie wanted to be the grand mastermind of the plan. She had hated Brittany longer than Nikki had. This will be my battle, not ours.

And then, like an RKO out of nowhere, an idea so sinister and devious stumbled into the spotlight. There is no doubt in my mind that this won't work. 

"Nikki, I promise that in the months to come, you will definitely see a change," she declared.

What was also a popular topic was the fact that Nikki and Brittany truly loathed one another. The reason why was unclear and unimportant to Stephanie. But the one thing that made her uncomfortable with their bitter feud was that Nikki was not only relentless in her quest to cut Brittany out of her life permanently, but it was the undeniable truth that their feud had created a hostile work environment. There had even been rumors that an altercation had been on the horizon not even a month ago. There was no need to punish Brittany for it. She would be dealt with at a later date. As for Nikki? Stephanie knew that she was the source of the problem and that it had to stop sooner rather than later. 

"There is just one, teensy thing that I need you to do: be a little mature and quit trying to destroy Brittany's life."

A look of shock spread across Nikki's face. "Practice what you preach, Stephanie."

"You don't understand, do you? Nikki, in a manner of speaking, you're just a temporary phase in John's life. It's exciting at first, it becomes a lifestyle. It usually lasts for at least a few months, but in your case, three years. See, I know that you hate Brittany with a passion. I do as well. But I also know that you truly love John and that you want to be in a more permanent position in his life. Brittany and John are brother and sister. That is something that is not temporary, but lasts for eternity. See, from what I can gather, John knows that you have caused Brittany a great deal of pain and stress within the last few months, and I heard through the grapevine that he almost ended things with you due to a recent uproar. The consequences of your actions are slowly catching up to you, Nikki. water may be sweet, but blood will always be thicker."

Nikki became even more outraged with every word that Stephanie spoke. By the time that she was done, she was absolutely livid. The warmness from her face had vanished and had been replaced with the icy glare that was infamous. Her nostrils flared, the knuckles in her hands turning white. Nikki stood up to leave. But just before she twisted the doorknob, she turned around, sighed and said," Oh, that's too bad, Steph. I was actually beginning to like you. I mean, everyone here knows that you're a bitch, but I wanted to believe differently. Now I see why they say that. But let's get one damn thing straight: no one tells me how I should live my life. Whom I hate and what I do to benefit me on a personal level is none of your concern. I may have lost a friend today, but you've lost something too: my respect, my loyalty, and me as your little spy."

"Be careful of what you say," Stephanie warned.

The door opened, and the hustle and bustle outside grew louder. "By the way, wherever this angle goes, I hope that Brittany kicks your ass," Nikki added before slamming the door.

Nikki just doesn't understand. I must be the one to end Brittany Cena's career. No one else has the power to do so but me. Paul's too much of a pussy to do it and so is my father. Why can't they see that she's not the answer to all of their prayers? 

Just before Stephanie could begin to map out her plan, the door opened again, and in walked her husband.

"I'm starving, Steph. Ready to go eat lunch?"

She smiled slyly. "I'm starving."