Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Sixty-Three: Time Is Running Out

Chapter Sixty-Three: Time Is Running Out

Sitting down for the first time in nearly three hours, I clutched the egg sandwich a little too tightly, watching as droplets of mayonnaise began to stain the black carpet floor. My nerves were at their highest peak and no matter how hard I tried to calm them, just the mere thought of my match against Seth would resurrect them, bringing forth much shaking and sharp, short breathing. I had isolated myself just half an hour ago, not wanting to be near anyone. I was already wearing the new ring gear that all the girls had pitched in to get, but it felt, for some odd reason, unnatural and suffocating. My pulse was pounding notoriously hard and my scar prickled in a steady rhythm. I had never been so nervous before in my entire life. Hiding inside of the nicest closet that I had ever been in, I sighed and tried to suppress the tears, hoping endlessly that a miracle would happen so that I wouldn't have to compete in just forty-five minutes.

The dread had been steadily increasing ever since this morning, when my hangover didn't last. I had fumbled through my routine so horribly that I had to unlace and retie my combat boots seven separate times. I had been fortunate enough to emerge from shaving without a single cut. My earrings were a different story. I nearly punctured a new hole in my cartilage because my hand wouldn't stop shaking long enough. My appetite hadn't stuck around, and I didn't eat breakfast much to Jon's dismay. Seeing my parents had been even harder. They bombarded me with their usual words of praise, saying that they were immensely proud of me and that no matter what happened tonight, they would still love me through it all. I believed them, but I thought differently, hoping that they wouldn't be far too disappointed in me whenever Seth's hand would be raised in victory. Jon, however,had had a private conversation with my father. As much as I wanted to know what it had been about, I didn't want to hear anything that would send me over the edge. Not today.

Getting to the stadium and actually setting foot inside had been difficult. Jon, who refused to get out of or unlock the car until I ate a bite of food, seemed to be more cheerful than me. He even carried my bags inside. I knew that he was almost, if not equally, as nervous as I was, but if so, he was doing a much better job of masking his hear than I was. The little stolen moment that we had in our hotel room was truly special, but it did not boost my confidence. Nothing seemed to, not even my new gear. Even Sean, whom I had sat with in the stands with for about twenty minutes before all the fans and spectators poured inside, failed at trying to get me psyched up. All in all, I couldn't be happy. Not even Jon, who had been trying his damnedest to ever since he woke up this morning, the man that I loved more than life itself, could make me feel happy today.

On a brighter yet more depressing note, Jon and John had competed wonderfully against each other at the beginning of the show. The United States title had been on the line, something that both men had held for a long while. For at least twenty minutes, they fought back and forth, throwing punches, diving from the top rope, performing roundhouse kick after roundhouse kick, throwing each other into submission holds, clotheslines and more. It was a spectacular match. It had the crowd on their feet, screaming and cheering. Unfortunately for Jon, after a failed attempt at his finisher, Dirty Deeds, my brother broke free and retaliated with an Attitude Adjustment. And with the frightful count of one-two-three, it was over, with John reigning victorious. While Jon had not been penciled in to win anyhow, the loss affected him noticeably, but I knew that he really didn't care about it. The end of another brilliant feud of which he lost? It would affect thousands.

The kick-off show wasn't too shabby. The Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royal went rather well. After throwing twenty-six other people over the top rope, the final four were Damien Sandow, Titus O'Neal, Neville and Zack Ryder. The final two came down to Damien and Zack, both of whom could not really afford another loss and were showcased strongly. But in the end, Sandow won, finally proving to everyone that he deserved to be heard and payed attention to. The tag team titles match had gone rather well with the New Day, after a long and unfavorable reign, losing their titles to the Dudley Boyz, enabling them to become ten-time, WWE tag champions, something that had never been done before and will never be done again. And as a post match treat, they put the New Day and the Ascension through tables. It had not been a bad beginning to Wrestlemania 32 after all. Much better than last year.