Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Fifty-Two: Is It the Right Decision?

Chapter Fifty-Two: Is It the Right Decision?

By the time March 13th rolled around, the match card for Wrestlemania 32 was not completed, but stood as thus:

Pre-Show:

Andre the Giant Battle Royal Memorial

The New Day vs. The Dudley Boyz vs The Ascension vs Lucha Dragons (WWE Tag Team Titles)

Main Show:

Brittany Cena vs. Seth Rollins

Sasha Banks vs Paige vs Bayley (Diva's Championship)

Sami Zayn vs Kevin Owens

Randy Orton vs Bray Wyatt

Roman Reigns vs Seth Rollins (WWE World Heavyweight Championship)

(not in order)

It had been made known to all of the employees and the general public that all of the titles would be put on the line. Matches for the Intercontinental and the United States Championship had yet to be announced. Not only that, but everyone else was looking for a conclusion to the what was now dubbed to be one of the greatest feuds of all time. Stephanie and I had been notorious rivals for years now and on April 3rd, it would all come to an end. Even though I now had Jon back at my side where it seemed to be that he rightfully belonged, my confidence had not changed. No matter how much I had improved nor how great the odds were stacked against Stephanie, in my heart, I knew that I would not win the match. My time in the WWE, as well as Jon's, was quickly drawing to a close.

Casting aside the piece of paper, I stared out at the sky, watching as the horizon turned from a faint blue to a deep and rich blood red. Trinity, of whom I had neglected spending time with for quite a while, had invited me to spend the weekend with her in her home in Pensacola, Florida. I accepted not because I wanted to be with her, but because Jon would be travelling through Canada over the weekend to do five separate live events and appearances. So there really was no purpose for me to stay in West-Newbury or Las Vegas. He had wanted me to go with him, but insisted that I needed to stay behind to rest. I was excused from training for at least one day.

Ever since Fastlane when Jon and I had finally reconciled, everything seemed to be going much smoother between the two of us. Of course, during the first few days, I had been a little distant, but I warmed up to him again pretty quickly. He was extremely patient, though. We hadn't reverted back to our old ways just yet, but it was quite relaxing to lie in his arms again. And to aide the process, we spent a lot of time together. Everyone else took the news of our reconciliation very hard, but now? It is old and accepted news. My brothers weren't very happy about it, but after Mom sat them down and explained everything, they became fully supportive. Dad, on the other hand, wanted to have a face-to-face confrontation with Jon sometime before the Wrestlemania festivities kicked in. I was antsy about that and I wasn't alone.

The feud between Stephanie and I was more high-tensed than ever. Of course, Vince insisted on most of it being scripted now. I didn't mind that. It was nice to emerge from Raw, Main Event or Smackdown with a bloody face. I was even allowed to trash her office just last week. It gave me great joy to tear up the infamous leather sofa. Triple H had stayed behind the cameras, trying his hardest not to burst out laughing. Jon was not so much of a physical presence in our feud seeing as how we were not yet an on-screen item again, but with the way things are going, it is prophesied that we will reconcile during or the night after Wrestlemania. And Stephanie, as of tomorrow night, would attack me during a backstage interview and turn everything in her favor for just this week. From there on out? It was anybody's game.