Wrestling For Your Love

Chapter 4

Roman p.o.v

After hours of silence in the car Dean and I finally made it to the arena. I took my earphones off and opened the car door, I stepped out and went to the trunk to get my bags. Once I got my bags I walked straight to the arena trying my best to ignore Dean. I know I shouldn't be mad, but I can't help it.

He doesn't even feel the same way. He's probably wants to get back together with Randy.

I entered the arena trying to look for Seth, I saw a sign that said "The Shield." I knocked and entered. I saw Seth getting his attire ready and stretching for our match. "Hey Roman, how was the trip?"

"It could've gone better if Randy hadn't rained on my parade." I said putting my bag down. Seth was going to say something but got called to Hunter's office.

I went to the bench and laid down, waiting for our match to start. I heard the door open, but didn't bother to look. I knew who it was.

"Roman. Can we talk? Please." Dean sat next to me on the bench, but I didn't move. "Look I'm sorry I ignored your question okay it's just... I didn't want to talk about it. I know you're looking out for me and I appreciate it, but there's some stuff that I need to do alone okay. I hope you understand." Dean put his hand on my thigh but I pushed it off and got up.

"Oh, I understand perfectly." I scoffed "You want to go get your heart broken again? Well be my guest, but know this. When you do get your heart broken, which I'm pretty sure it will. You can look for another shoulder to cry on because I won't be there for you since you want to things on your own. He's not the man you think he is Dean!" I walked pass him, opening my bag and getting my attire ready for our match.

Dean turned me around to make me face him. "You think he's the same? You do not know him. Roman I don't fucking care what you think, I do whatever the fuck want. In case you have forgotten I'm Dean Ambrose." Dean got his bag and walked out slamming the door making me flinch a little.

Nice fucking job Roman you made Dean furious. Now you have to go fix it before it's to late.

I quickly changed and ran out the locker room trying to look for Dean. I have to apologize, I feel horrible about what I've done if I would've kept my mouth shut none of this would have ever happened. I jogged down the hall checking every room then started pacing around the arena, but there was no sign of Dean anywhere.

I look around catering, but with my luck no sign of Dean anywhere. I let out a sigh of frustration and sat down next to Seth. "Roman what's wrong?" Seth asked putting his hand on my back. "Nothing, Dean and I had an argument and now I'm trying to look for him to apologize." I explained rubbing my eye. "Wow, you two have never gotten to an argument before must be huge." Seth removed his arm and started putting his man bun on.

"He knows how much we need him right." I said while Seth nodded. "Then why would he leave me there by myself without working it out you know. Sure we fight but that's what friends do right." I checked the time and we only had a minute till our match.

Great our match is on and still no sign of Dean. Might as well wing it right. I hope we don't get in trouble cause of this. Dean I swear once I find you I'll make sure it's living hell for you.

Seth and I started walking to our entrance but only to be stopped mid-way when we saw Dean standing next to the curtain warming up for the match.

Really I've been looking for you for like the past few minutes and you were here the whole time.

"Dean, what the fuck? Where were you? Roman's been looking for your ass the whole time." Seth said approaching Dean.

"First of all, Rollins, it's non of your fucking business where I was okay, and second I was trying to get away from him." Dean pointed at me then turned around. "Now do me and favor don't talk to me and leave me alone, I'm not in the mood." Dean said getting in to his lunatic mode.

I was about to say something but our theme music blasted trough the speakers making me stop what I was about to say. Dean walked down the stairs trying to focus on the match and I can tell the whole fighting between us thing was eating him inside.

We jumped over the barricade and waited for our opponents to come out. Dean jumping and punching the air to get pumped up. During the match Dean was ignoring me and instead of tagging me in the match, he tagged Seth.

Like come on I mean I know we're fighting but let me do my job. Since Dean keeps tagging himself in and not letting me fight I'll just leave. I know it's bad to do that, but I can't deal with all this.

I hopped off the ring and started walking on the ramp. I hear the crowd booing and yelling at me to go back. I turn around to see Dean staring at me and mouthing "You son of a bitch." Dean turned around, but only to get bro kicked by Sheamus. Sheamus went for the cover 1-2-3 the bell rang signaling that The Shield lost.

I shook my head and turned around heading for our locker room. I started packing and changed into normal clothes. I put on a grey shirt with black sweats and Nike shoes.

Dean entered the room holding his injured chin and slapped me in the face. "What the fuck Roman. You just left. Why would you do that? Now we lost the match because of you. Why, was it because of our argument we had earlier? Yeah I'm mad about it too, but you don't see me walking out of a match. You know what you are Roman, you are jealous!" Dean yelled in my face. I don't know what came over me but pushed Dean to the floor and got on top of him.

I grabbed him by his shirt and started punching him in the face. He tried to fight, but he didn't have the strength to. What happened to me? It's like a switch turned on my head that made me start attacking Dean.

Dean started fighting back and punched my nose. I fell on the ground holding my nose trying to make it stop bleeding. He then got on top of me and started punching me.

We started fighting until the door opened and Seth barged in trying to separate us but couldn't. He called Randy for help which made me more mad then ever. He's the reason why we're fighting right now.

Randy came in running pulling Dean and I off each other. Once we were pulled apart I was holding my nose to make it stop bleeding. Dean started cussing and wanting to fight again. I ignored him and went to my bag to get a towel for my nose. "Come on Roman. You want a fight you got one, let's go." Dean yelled coming towards me but only to be pushed back gently by Randy.

"Dean look at me. Let's go and clean you up okay." Randy put his fingers under Dean's chin making him look at his eyes. Dean nodded which only made me furious then ever.

"Don't you fucking touch him bitch!" I yelled. I got off of Seth gripped and speared Randy on the ground. Nobody touches Dean like that. Dean grabbed me by the waist and threw me across the room.

I moaned in pain Dean bent down and grabbed my jaw. "Roman, like I said before I'm Dean Ambrose." He pulls me closer to his face. "I do what ever I want, there's nothing you could do about it." Dean said while tightening his grip on my jaw getting me closer to his face "Understood." He says gritting trough his teeth. I yanked my head from his grip. He stood up and grabbed his bag.

He intertwined his fingers with Randy and kissed him on the cheek. "Let's go to your locker room babe. We're done here." Randy nodded and turned around giving me evil smirk. "Bye Roman."

"FUCK YOU!" I shouted. I got up went to the mirror to check the damage that Dean caused. The damage on the outside doesn't compare to what's inside. I put my hands over my bruises and I thought to myself.

Dean thinks this is over. No. This is just the beginning. I will get my revenge and Dean you're my next target.