the heartbreaker || dean ambrose love story

•under his skin•

"You think you're doing the right thing tonight Si, what if your dad gets hurt?" Paige looks to me as we walk down the corridor towards our new locker room for tonight's arena.

"He answered my challenge, and he was the one to cancel our match. . I know he's my father but the way I see it? He got himself into this mess, not me." I shrugged running a pressured hand through my hair, there was no denying - I was nervous as hell.

"What if he beats you, what then?" She gulps, almost as if she shouldn't have asked that question but I wasn't effected.

"If I loose, then that's it. . I'm just Sierra Michaels, not the heartbreaker and I work for the Authority, so what?" I really didn't feel bothered about tonight's stipulation, what did I have to loose anymore?

"You seem totally chill for this and I'm not sure if that's such a good thing. . I'm worried about you." Paige admits, but I roll my eyes.

"There's nothing to worry about, really." I assured her pushing the door to our locker room open with ease.

"I'm not so sure. ." She trailed off putting her bag on the counter before turning to me again.

"Look, don't you think you should be focusing more on the fact that you're against Naomi for a rematch later tonight? You have to compete too yanno?" I rose an eyebrow at my friend and she looked away with a sigh, accepting the fact that she would get no information from me.

"I'm going to catering, please just give me some space." I rushed my words, a little agitated. One thing was for sure, I couldn't stay in here right now or I would loose my mind.

I slammed the door in my wake, throwing my bag down just before I left to make my point. With that I headed off down the corridor following the paper signs on the wall which lead to catering.

Truth is; I'm not afraid for my match tonight, I'm going out there to give one hundred and ten percent. . but if I loose? Then there's going to be no more Paige and Sierra, and I don't want to loose my friend.

Catering was pretty desolate, I snatched up a bottle of water and headed to a round table in the corner of the large room. I guess most people were busy preparing for tonight, or are at the gym but I went this morning and it's lunch now.

I'd been sat alone for a good ten minutes, spinning the water bottle around in circles. Contemplating life was something I hated, but when I'm alone I tend to do that a lot. What if I'd have stayed with my mum when my parents split? I'd be totally different that's for sure and that scares me.

"That was a pretty gutsy move on Raw earlier this week," I looked up lazily to find a large stature with long black hair sitting over the shoulders.

Reigns.

"Yeah, well I'm a pretty gutsy person - what's your point?" I scoffed looking back down to the water in my hands, not in the mood for any of his bullshit.

"I didn't say I had a point, just thought I'd pay you a compliment." He chuckled sitting opposite me and I rolled my eyes.

"Why? You don't have a heart." I was totally uninterested, he needed to leave and I needed to gain my cool back.

"Oh, I have a heart. . but not for people that I don't like," He took a bite from a wrap he'd taken from the counter and I rolled my eyes. "You seem interesting though, well that's what Dean says."

"What the hell do you mean. . what Dean says?" I scoffed, annoyed at the fact he thought it was okay to make judgements about me.

"He wants you Michaels." He clicked his fingers mocking me and I looked down at my water again. "He told me you both screwed the other night."