Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Fifty-Six: Early Arrival

Chapter Fifty-Six: Early Arrival

Sitting on the all too-familiar steel chair, I silently watched Raw with Nikki and Paige by my side. It had been a decent show so far, but Iknew that it would all come to a climax that would be entertaining for the fans, yet not so much for me. In less than ten minutes, even though it was scripted, I would be forced to watch as the Wyatt Family, with the latest and frightful addition of Sister Abigail,would go down to ringside and attack my brother and Jon, resulting in the only logical solution of me and a few friends going on a wild goose chase to stop the Wyatts before they could escape the arena with Jon tied and gagged inside the trunk of a car. It was a risky segment, but in all honesty, I knew that it was for good story-telling. But it would come to an end tomorrow night during the Smackdown tapings. We (Paige, Roman and I) would recapture him and by next week, Stephanie and I would be thrown into the final stages of our feud by battling for the upper-hand leading into Wrestlemania. I just hoped that I wouldn't sustain an injury tonight. The last thing that I needed was more stitches inside of my mouth.

Staring down at my hands, my heart nearly burst out of my chest the moment Jon's music began to play. And once he came through the curtains, it was kind of noticeable that the crowd, even though he was supposed to have been a heel, was cheering him on. My brother was still one of the most love-to-hate babyfaces in the industry, so naturally the ywere going to cheer on his opponent no matter what. I watched as the referee gave the sign for the bell to ring and nearly laughed when my brother came charging out of the corner, missed Jon and plunged his shoulder into the ring post. That's when Jon really began to get the upperhand.

Nikki and Paige were more invested in the match than I was. I was a nervous wreck. I wanted to get the night over with and never look back on it. Wrestlemania was less than thirteen days away. Tensions were running higher than ever. My parents would be flying in for a whole week's stay and I would be under an immense amount of pressure. Wrestlemania Week was supposed to be fun. For me? It would be an utter hell. My own personal Hell come to life.

Looking back up at the screen, I saw that my brother was being set up for Jon's finisher, Dirty Deeds. Once it was delivered, I stood up and waited beside the doorway with Paige in hot pursuit.

"The ring gear looks good on you, Brit. I'm sorry that you lost your match earlier," Paige said in an attempt to calm my nerves.

"It'snot your fault. Dana and Sasha are pretty tough. Jobbing out to them was no trouble at all," I fired back.

"You're not a jobber," she argued.

"But I'm not a good wrestler nor main event worthy at all."

She tightened one of my straps. "They let you main event shows for months, have they not? Quit doubting yourself. You're worthy to be in the spotlight, babe."

I sighed. "I'm sorry that you always have to be so serious with me now."

Paige shrugged, twisting her lip piercing around. "I'm not mad. Things change, 'ya know."

"There's going to be a Butcher Babies concert in Dallas next week. Wanna go?"