Hidden Secrets

Raw

Right when we entered the stadium Dad took me to the locker room where he unwrapped his temporary bandages, turning a sink on. I smiled as I watched him test the water until it was to a point it wouldn't increase the tingling sting in them and then gently brought my quivering hands under the water.

I watched silently as my blood was washed away, grimacing at the sight that was held beneath the crimson. "I prefer the bloody mess." I looked at my dad. "Quick, cut yourself and give me your blood."

"No, I'm not doing that." He said as his name was called. I looked up in the mirror to find Joe.

"Hey man, you better hurry you're about to be on stage."

Dad cursed as he turned the water off, carefully drying my hands. "Joe come here."

When Joseph was at our side Dad was already wrapping my right hand in his black stretchy bandages he used when he was in the Shield, he handed a roll to his Samoan friend. "Do her other hand. I need to do mine real quick and change my shirt."

I watched as Jonathan walked out of the shower room, then transferred my attention to Joe as he gave a low whistle. "What happened?"

"Rope burn, Dad and I got stuck in an elevator between floors. Had to climb out, I slipped."

"Ouch."

"You're tellin me," I scoffed at Joe as he messed up. "Here lemme see it."

He handed me the wrap and I fixed his mistake, finishing the job as Dad came back in, pulling a black shirt down over his head, his hair wet.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah, do you need this?" I asked holding the tube up for him to see. He held his hands out to me, fingers spread out. Showing me his wrapped hands.

"Nope, but thanks anyway."

I nodded as I stuffed the tube in my pocket. Jon came up to me, gripping my elbow, leading me out of the room with Joe. "Alright c'mon its almost my time to go out."

I let him guide me to the curtain, out of the corner of my eye I saw him look down at me. "You ready?"

My eyes widened, jaw slacking and I looked up at him. "Wait, you're going to take me out there with you?"

He nodded, shrugging. "Yeah, why not? Its your birthday after all."

I smiled at him as his theme hit and we stepped out onto the stage, my eyes widened at the sight.

The crowd cheered loudly, even though they looked surprised to see Dean Ambrose with a girl. I looked up at Dad and he smiled at me, leading me to the ring.

"This is amazing . . ." I breathed as Jon slapped some fans hands, I followed, staring at them in awe.

"Wow! That girl is smokin!"

I froze as I heard a male voice yell that, I looked in the direction it came from. Spotting the teen he smiled at me, I waved shyly before scampering after my Dad.

He looked down at me, leaning sideways, whispering into my ear. "Want me to kill that whore?"

I looked up at him, offended for the man. "No! No killing fans, no, that's bad Dean, bad."

He grunted, pointing over to the announcers. "Go over there and join them, answer any questions they ask, but remember on TV I'm Dean, not," he lowered his voice more. "Jon."

I nodded, wishing him luck as I ran over to the announcers table. The announcers handed me a headset as I sat in the chair next to Saxon, I waved at them. "Hey."

"Hi, what's your name, and why are you with the Lunatic Fringe?" Bryon asked, watching me as I twirled in my chair.

I pointed to Jonathan as he circled the inside of the ring. "I'm Drew and it just so happens that the Lunatic Fringe is my father."

All three men stared at me with wide eyes. "Dean has a daughter? When this happen?"

"Before he was signed into WWE, in another organization called Combat Zone Wrestling."

"CZW? Dean was in that organization? Well that explains a lot, why he's so insane."

I laughed at Byron's comment. "Yeah I guess, but he was fourteen when my mom had me." I wrinkled my nose. "Oh God that sounded even worse out loud."

Now it was their turn to laugh. "Wow, so how old are you Drew?"

"I just turned sixteen, today is my birthday."

"Oh well happy birthday Drew."

"Thanks Byron." I said, watching as Kevin Owns walked out, eyeing me, we locked gazes and we stared at one another.

"So, Drew."

I jumped, tearing my attention away from Kevin, looking at . . . I forgot his name. Dammit. The one that was other end in a dragon shirt, LARRY, yeah that's it, Larry "The King" Lawler. "Yeah?"

"How long have you been with your dad?"

I shrugged. "Um, a week or two."

"And how has it been?"

"Wait, wait, wait," Bryon Saxton interrupted, looking at me. "Shouldn't you be asking why? Why are you with Dean?"

"My mom died of brain cancer, left a note saying she wanted me to live with my dad, and no, I did not know it was Dean Ambrose."

"Oh, sorry for your loss."

I just shrugged, raking my fingers up through my sandy hair.

"So what happened to your hands?" Saxton asked and I looked down at them.

"Oh this? Rope burn."

"How -"

"Got stuck in an elevator, had to climb out, slipped." I explained before Larry could finish his sentence.

Suddenly a body slammed into the announcers table and I jumped, watching as Kevin fell rolling to lay in front of me, Dad came up, breathing heavily as he stared at Owns, he looked at me. "Wanna kick him or something?"

I cocked a brow. "For real?"

He nodded, combing his wet hair out of his face. "Yeah, go ahead."

I stood up and watched as Kev slowly got up to face my Dad, Dean readied himself, thinking I wasn't going hit the big guy, I smiled, tapping the man on the shoulder just as he was going to pounce. He spun around and my smile turned evil as I punched him in the face as hard as I could.

And to my complete surprise he fell to the ground, dazed. I looked up at Dad, laughing at his astonished expression. "You're welcome! Now get back in the ring and win this."

He nodded, dragging the dazed man into the ring and pined him. Dad look over at me as he was given the Intercontinental Championship, he hugged it, waving me over. I looked at the announcers. "Well peace!"

I threw off my headset and ran into the ring. He dragged me into a hug and let me hold the belt up with him. I looked up at him as he smiled down at me. "Nice punch."

"Thanks, just to let you know this is the best birthday ever."

He rapped his arm around my shoulders. "Even after the elevator?"

"That was the best part, without it I wouldn't have known the things I know now."

He chuckled, leading me back stage as his theme played. I looked up at him as he entered backstage, tapping his new title. "Best present ever?"

He looked at it. "Before it was, but now . . . no. You're the best present ever."

I smiled. "You sure about that?"

"Yes, you're my best mistake, Drew, don't forget that."