Ten Tonne Skeleton (Dean Ambrose Fanfic)

Midnight til dawn - Part 5

Dean left the pub once the barman refused to serve him. He managed two steps from the door before he fell to the ground in a giggling mess. He tried to get up but instead brought up an hours worth of alcohol.

"Dean, is that you?" The drunken man heard someone ask. The person came closer and kneeled down in front of Dean. Roman. "Are you drunk?" He asked in disgust. "Dude, we've got to tape Smackdown tomorrow what were you thinking?" Roman shouted causing Dean to jump.

"Relax bro, I can wrestle." Dean giggled trying to get up by holding onto the Samoan's leg.

"Don't be stupid. I know what you're like when you're drunk. I'll be lucky if you even show up." Roman looked furious.

"Calm down man I'm fine, just a bit tipsy. At least I'm not a light weight like you." 

"Shut up, don't bring jokes into this Dean. I am being serious when I say that I am extremely mad at you. Don't you realize how risky it is to get drunk on a work night with the company we work for?" By this point Roman had picked Dean up and leant him against the wall of the bar.

"Don't talk shit about my job. You're just jealous because I got a bigger push than you!" Dean shouted, no longer happy with his drunkenness.

"For God's sake Ambrose look at yourself! I am not jealous of you. In fact I pity you. All this fame has finally gone to your head and you're messed up in the brain. I mean, starving yourself. Really Dean?" Roman had crossed the line.

"You stay out of my business you stupid clown, you know nothing about me and what I'm going through. Stop taking your anger out on me it's not my fault your not the Rock's cousin." Dean laughed in a sadistic way.

"What has that got to do wi- y'know what I'm done. Take yourself home Ambrose. I'm sick of dealing with your shit. And as far as our friendship goes, it's done. All we do is argue. What's the point anymore?" Roman left Dean sat on the sidewalk.

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Dean awoke to the smell of smoke. He looked at his surroundings and realized that he was in an alley full of homeless people trying to fight off the cold. He stood up quickly causing a head rush and made his way to the hotel he was staying at. Luckily the hotel was only around the corner from the alley and Dean was in his room within minutes.

He had been feeling dizzy ever since he woke up, but he assumed that he was just hungover. His phone was on the kitchen counter. He picked it up to see that he had a text message from Kevin Owens.

'Hey dude, you coming into work today? Roman said you got drunk and got mad at him.' 

Dean decided to ring his buddy and ask for a lift to the arena. Owens picked up on the first ring.

"Hey Dean, you good?" Owens asked.

"Yeah man I'm good, you?" Ambrose asked, trying to untie his shoes.

"I'm doing fine. You coming in today?"

"Yeah, is there any chance I can get a lift? I'm not exactly in the best condition to drive at the moment." Dean laughed, putting Kevin on loud speaker so he could get changed into some clean clothes.

"Sure. I'll pick you up in about an hour."

"Okay, see you in a bit." Dean hung up and attempted to make it to the bathroom when he lost the ability to move. His body turned to jelly and his vision went black as he hit the floor.

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Owens decided to pick Dean up early. He had text him asking for his room number, but he got no reply. He made his way over to the reception desk and asked for his friends number. Once he got to Ambrose's room he knocked on the door, but once again, no reply. Owens called Dean again. He heard a phone ringing on the other side of the door, so it was obvious that Dean was there. He tried to open the door and found that it was unlocked.