forgive me || dean ambrose story

day eight- extreme rules-

Rory James-

This was it, this was the night that could either make my future here or break it in two like a flimsy kendo stick. I couldn't take the pressure. What if I froze up out there, I mean they are main event and I can't mess things up? I'm not fighting with them, Vince wouldn't allow it. . but I am an interference and if I miss my queue then that's it, Vince will eat me alive and bury whatever career I was hoping for.

"Hey kiddo, you got some padding in your bag by any chance? I've run out. ." Roman called across the room and I nodded throwing him the padding as he muttered a thanks.

I slumped in a chair in the corner of the room, the nerves had already overcome me with the clammy palms. I had no chance tonight I could feel it, I just know I'm going to fuck up. Then everyone's going to blame me.

Look at me, I sound childish. But when Dean's like he is with me. It puts me on edge.

*hey Rors, i know that we can't be there. . and i don't really understand all of your wrestling business. . but Alex reminded me that your big promotion night is tonight, i know you're doing well. so i guess i just wanted to wish you luck? hopefully we can see you soon baby sister. i love youu tonnes x –Nyal*

I shook my head, at his text, he really tried his hardest sometimes and although he's supposed to be the older one, I seriously doubt it sometimes. He's so incompetent.

I didn't want to make a full blown conversation, because I know all too well that he can talk for years. Instead I just wrote; *cheers bro, just remember. . i wrestle for a company called the WWE and i'm in a group called The Shield. . at the moment. See you around man. Night. – The sis*

"Oi James, come out here, I need to speak to you." I frowned upon hearing Dean demand my attention somewhat tiredly from the locker room door.

I looked to Roman and he just shrugged, Seth wouldn't make eye contact with me and I let out an audible sigh. I didn't want Dean thinking that I wanted to be anywhere near him, not after what ups and downs we go through.

After closing the locker room door behind myself I followed him down the hall and into another room. At first I thought it was a closet but it turns out it's just an unused room. He switched the light on and I noticed he had not even taped up his wrists and wet his hair ready for their match in five minutes.

I know he's a man to occasionally be late to meetings and stuff, but not for the shows.

"I'm not sure how to say this. . without you being a complete bitch." He muttered rubbing his hands through his hair, I rolled my eyes kicking my foot up against the wall waiting for him to begin whatever he wanted to say.

I wasn't going to roll over and take it easy. Figuratively obviously. If he can be an asshole to me on a daily basis then I'm going to be a bitch. Calling me a prostitute was uncalled for.

"Your precious minutes are slipping away." I mocked feeling the urge to push his buttons just like he does mine when I'm in a bit of a mood.

I've learnt to deal with his mood swings; I think. I mean before he pissed me off, but now. . I'm coming to terms with the fact that I can now play him at his own game.

If he wants a war of words, then I'm going to give it to him. But now I don't need to hold back if I'm leaving their stupid brotherhood. Roman and Seth won't like it, but no matter how many times they defend me – I won't keep taking Dean's shit.

"Don't start with your little girl comments alright sunshine." He snapped beginning to walk in a short line. Clearly he was contemplating something. "I actually need to talk to you, but if you're not mature enough now then you're free to leave. . but I need you to answer me one question first."

"Who said I wasn't mature enough? I was just politely reminding you that you have a match in five minutes. . princess." I smirked and I watched as he grit his teeth. It was the truth, I was just putting more of an emphasis on the fact that I was being a bit of an ass.

"Don't call me that." He warned. I was beginning to get bored with this already, why won't he just tell me whatever he dragged me here for in the first place. "Tell me one thing James. . that's all I need to know then you can leave."

"Tell me Fruit-Loop. . do you care about me?" He stopped pacing. His fists were clenched tightly as he stared through me like ice. Instantaneously I frowned.

"What?" I laughed comically.

"You heard me. . kid." He spat, I smirked again and he lowly growled under his breath. At least it was working, I was getting to him like he did me. "Answer it then you can leave, because I can't stand any longer in your company."

"With you, I bet it's a trick question. . what do you want Ambrose? A cigarette? For me to call you up a whore? Money?" I shook my head, he really didn't understand did he. One minute he wanted to get into my bed for comfort when he was sad then the next he was insulting me black and blue.

"Just answer the goddamn question you stubborn piece of crap." I laughed again and it only seemed to get him more worked up.

"I don't know Dean? Why don't we add up the facts?" I shrugged now feeling determined to make him feel bad.

"First, you call me childish, then you come crying at my door drunk out of your tree to cuddle. The next minute you're calling me a whore, a bitch, a cow. . where does it end? That's right, it doesn't. You think I'll come crawling back to you, because your one of those bad boys which teenage school girls seem to have an obsession with. But I'm not fourteen Dean. I'm in my twenties. I don't want a dickhead like you in my life. But if you want an answer to your goddamn question. . . why don't you ask yourself?!" I spat my words harshly, meaning each one as I listed some of the few times off on my fingers. I'd had enough of his mood swings. I think my decision had been made, even if I didn't realise it.

"I asked you the question, if I asked myself then it'd be wrong. . I'm not an immature diva like you." He quipped yet again with another insult but this time it didn't add even a chink to my armour I'd finally built up. If I was leaving, I didn't care.

"That must be insult number four billion and forty three?" I laughed opening the door to the unused room. I had no more time for this, I needed to go see Vince. "What you don't understand Dean is that I don't care anymore. I did. But now? Now I have no reason to because I'm leaving this stupid brotherhood to actually find real friends. Not a jerk like you. So no Dean. I don't care anymore. Not for you."

With that I didn't give him chance to comeback, knowing it full well to be just another insult to my looks, or my personality. I walked off down the corridor with my head held high.

I had now rid Dean Ambrose of my life, not officially but to me. That was it. That conversation or insult battle told me everything I needed to know. As nice as Roman and Seth have been to me in this time, I cannot live with anymore of Dean and his attitude changes.

I needed to work alone and find my own place in the company. Even if it meant moving back down.

But that's not for me to speculate. Because right now, although The Shield's match is next, I'm off to see Vince and his following just like I should've done a long time ago.

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Part one of two (extreme rules)

Feedback appreciated, part two coming up soooooon XD