Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Forty-Six: Things Could Change

Chapter Forty-Six: Things Could Change

Sitting inside of the ring, I was thankful for the few moments of peace that I had before Trinity and Brie came down to work with me on some airborne moves. They wouldn't be anything serious, just some dives off of the top ropes, some frog splashes and maybe a few moonsaults. During my training, I noticed that I had regained the ability to do some of the more flexible moves that I used to perform excessively when I was a cheerleader. Handsprings and cartwheels were the easiest, it was just the aerials and splits that still needed a little work. These wouldn't help me win my match at all, but that doesn't mean that I was a little more optimistic about things. I am still very pessimistic about the whole situation.

I ran a finger along my scar and noticed that the spot where it had ripped open was just fine except for the faint scab that had formed. People knew the story behind it now and kept badgering me with questions, most of them being if I had purposefully re-opened the wound myself. I didn't do that intentionally, although, if they were to look at my hips, that would be a different story. No one had checked my entire body, although Paige and John were highly suspicious that I had done something. But I made damn sure that no one was ever going to find out. It was why I changed into my gear and clothes alone.

But that was not the important issue at hand. There was something going on, and I knew that I was a part of it, yet whenever I tried to ask someone about it, they brushed me off and left my inquiries alone.

The thing that was going was about Jon. Ever since Monday night when he unexpectedly stopped me from attacking Stephanie, he had been making small attempts to talk to me during our meetings with Triple H. I gave in and talked once, but instantly felt as if I were contradicting myself, so I shut up and said nothing further to him. Not only that, but when my leg fell asleep after sitting on one of the infernal leather couches, I had fallen to the floor, nearly causing my index finger to twist at an odd angle. Jon ultimately helped me up, but seemed hesitant to touch me. I was hesitant as well, not wanting him to do so. Yet when he did, a deep ache burned inside of me, yet I quelled it, thanked him and went about my business. Nothing was going to change, although his sudden desire to talk and be nice to me was becoming very suspicious.

Ever since Nikki and I buried the hatchet on Monday night, things had seemed to take a turn for the better. She and I cooperated for a change and people seemed to be able to breathe a little easier with knowing that she and I had finally signed a treaty of sorts. John and Brie were the most impressed. Of course, they still took precautions, but really, all was normal for the time being. Although, Nikki had invited me to go shopping with her today, I had declined. I didn't want to go and quite frankly, I didn't have enough money in my checking account to go to a Chanel boutique. Living the high, fruitful life had never been my thing. I may be fairly well-paid and a celebrity, but I still liked to shop retail. There was nothing wrong with that, although some people liked to disagree. But there are just some thing that are too gorgeous and undervalued that you can not find anywhere else except for your local Hot Topic or a thrift store.

Now that I had reached a sort of temporary nirvana in my life, there was nothing to do except train, train, train. All of progress that I had made caused me to question as to if I really wanted to remain as an on-screen personality or give in to the pleading and begging and actually become a wrestler. I mean, I am training to be one, but on the other hand, I still felt as if this form of life was not meant for me. Of course, if Hell somehow managed to freeze over and I would win the match, I would not leave the WWE. I was too emotionally attached to let go now. But I still knew that I was going to lose no matter what. After all was said and done, I decided that I would actually go back to college and pursue my doctoral degree in Theatre. I definitely had the money to do so now.