Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Sixty-Five: Dean Ambrose vs. Seth Rollins vs. Roman Reigns

Chapter Sixty-Five: Dean Ambrose vs. Seth Rollins vs. Roman Reigns

Sitting down for the first time in nearly forty-five minutes felt really good. My muscles ached, my knee felt as there was pressure being applied to it, my left shoulder was relaxing numbly underneath an ice pack and the scar had stopped hurting thanks to the application of some pain relief gel. The blood that had gushed from my lower lip had been washed away. Fortunately, my jaw had not sustained any injury whatsoever. It was obvious to the naked eye that I was battered and bruised. For my third match, it had been worse than imagined. To be fair, however, Seth and I had discussed beforehand about how we wanted it to go, and I had instructed him to do whatever he wanted, just as long as there were no sexual innuendos. He had told me the same, although I had not gotten as nasty as he did. He had stopped by just a few minutes ago, stumbling as he did. He pulled me off of the table and hugged me tightly, saying that he was so proud of me for doing so well and being immensely brave. Hell! Seth didn't even care that I had left a nasty bite mark on him. After he left, the doctors evaluated me further and gave me some disgruntling news.

Everything else checked out fine except for my shoulder. It had been very close to being dislocated. According to them, I was very lucky that I hadn't taken a worse beating than what I received. There was no serious damage, although there seemed to a potential cause for irregular blood flow near the area, which meant that it would either be stiff for at least a week or I would lose feeling in that area at some point during the next few days. That unsettled me, but the good news of that situation was that I had to follow up with the head WWE trainer at the end of the week. Between now and then, I had to make sure that none of the possible effects happens and if they didn't, I will be given a clean bill of health and will be cleared to wrestle again if I wished. That relieved me somewhat, but not enough.

Jon had been the one that was more proud of me than anyone else. He had stayed behind with me while the show continued. He never left my side and always kept an arm protectively around me. Whenever I looked into his eyes, I saw relief twinkling inside of them. Not only that, but he couldn't stop congratulating and thanking me for what I had done. Jon promised and vowed over and over again that he was now in my debt and that he would spend the rest of his life trying to repay me. I stopped him before he could go on any further, telling him that his love and devotion towards me would be all the payment that I would need.

Paige had come into the room during the segment with Charlotte and Ric Flair, towing along the Women's Championship that she had miraculously won. She even let Jon and I in on a little secret: it was not set in stone as to when she would drop the title, but whenever she did, it would be to Sasha, the next opponent that she would be feuding with. It was such an honor for her to be the brand new holder of the Women's title since it vanished almost seven years ago. God only knew that she would defend it with pride since she had become a babyface again tonight as well. And after the three of us discussed the match between Cesaro and John Morrison, we all sat there quietly, watching the show.

Siting in the floor with Paige, I gently leaned my head against Jon's leg, feeling soothed and relaxed while he ran his fingers slowly through my hair, rubbing it affectionately. The match between Sting and the Undertaker was still going on...and it was a helluva show! Both men, even though it was only five minutes in, were giving it their all and not failing to disappoint anyone. Looking up to the television monitor, Undertaker was walking along the top rope, preparing to do his Old School move. I watched with such fascination and expressed it when he did it successfully.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on the ajar door. All of a sudden, there was Trinity standing in the doorway holding a box of chocolate donuts...and one large chocolate chip frappe from McDonald's.