the heartbreaker || dean ambrose love story

•enemies, massages and secrets•

*not proof read yet*

"Girl you totally put yourself at risk the other night, what were you thinking?" I sighed looking up at Naomi as she bent down to hug me in the damn wheelchair.

Her sweet smile made it seem comforting, but I wasn't close friends with her. None of the divas really liked me if they were willing to admit it. Right now they just felt sorry for me because I was injured. But deep down I knew they were most likely all jealous from what Paige told me a few days ago about me getting a main event and them barely getting a ten minute match.

"I wanted to light a fire, get the fans excited I guess?" I shrugged as she smoothed her hand on my shoulder empathetically. I looked back to Paige who was behind now that she officially needed to push me around for the majority of the day.

"Look, she needs to go. . her new stable needs to discuss further opportunity plans with her." Paige still wasn't okay with the fact that I was now with the Authority - because I lost, I could hear it in her voice.

"No problem, catch you later guys." Renee smiled before walking off in the other direction with Naomi. I closed my eyes, the awkward tension between myself and Paige coming to an all time high.

"They don't really need to see me till tomorrow do they? That's what Mark called me about - creative Mark." I asked knowing it was the truth and Paige had just lied her way out of a conversation.

"We aren't wasting our time talking to them." She states as I held a door open as best as possible with my hand before she could catch it and push us through.

"We are taking you to the locker room and you can sit and be a good girl until I finish my performance in the show." Paige cooed at me as though I was a four year old. I frowned wanting to object but I knew I had no ground to stand on.

"About yesterday. . I did apologise for once," I spoke awkwardly scratching my neck but Paige only scoffed not saying a word. "I'm not stupid, I know you're pissed."

"Pissed?" She laughed sarcastically as she nodded to a crew member who held the door open for us. "I'm more than just pissed Sierra, but heck you wouldn't understand, all you care about is yourself."

"That's not true!" I resented and I could finally yell as she closed the door to our locker room. "If I only cared about myself then I would never have thrown myself from a thousand foot ladder just to win my match! I did that for you, because I wanted to own the business together with you!"

"Well you failed." It didn't take her a moment to snap back at me. "Bullshit." She called now stood in front of me with the rental keys in hand.

"You jumped from that ladder because you wanted to impress everyone and prove your dad wrong. Whether you won or lost. There was no point in that match where you thought of me! Just like it was last night." She scoffed the last part, almost disgusted at the words that were falling from her mouth.

"You're so ungrateful!" I called out throwing my good arm out now getting frustrated. "Look at me Paige, I'm out for three weeks and in a damn wheelchair because of what I did! I did it for us and because I want to be your partner, nothing else."

"That," Paige gestured to me, up and down as I clenched my fist. "Shows you're reckless Sierra, you have no regard for your wellbeing and you're down right stupid. If you really fought that match for us then you'd have wrestled like a true generation wrestler. Not thrown yourself around like a rag doll!"

"I'm not reckless, I'm an appropriate risk taker and if you can't see that my wrestling arsenal is better than most of the divas out there then you're damn blind." I admitted she knew I wasn't reckless, she was trying her best to hurt me.