A Lasskicker and a Lunatic

Smooth Criminal

"What you been up to lately?" Dean asked, taking a seat sitting next to Becky. "Just trying to find myself in the business. It's been fun working with Dana, Charlotte, Paige, and a lot more" Becky beamed. "You have it easy! When I was working with Kevin Owens, he legit tried to kill me in the ring" "Why'd he hate you so much?" "He said I'm stealing the spotlight. I don't know he's just a fucking dickhead" Dean sighed. He turned his head to face Becky. He found himself getting nervous about this. Becky smiled at him and looked above his shoulders to see Dean's clique. "You came with the crew?" She laughed. He turned to see his friends smirking at him. He flipped them off before refacing her. "Ignore them. Their just attention whores" "I heard that!" Baron called. "Screw you, you crotch sniffing fetus fucker!!" Dean retaliated, only to earn a laugh from Becky. "Damn, you're hardcore" Her accent thickening as she catched her breathe. Dean was trying so hard not to just grab her, kiss her or just fuck her in the bar, with his pants getting tighter. "Do you hang with any of the girls?" Dean asked, trying to conceal his boner. "With just Sasha and Paige. Charlotte just doesn't like me for some reason. Hey listen, tomorrow before Smackdown, I'm going to a gym. Maybe you could tag along?" Becky beamed. "Yeah. I think the guys wouldn't mind" Becky took a napkin and wrote her number on it. Before she handed it, she kissed it, leaving her lip stick mark on it. "Call me later" Becky winked, as she left the bar to head to the hotel. Dean walked back to the boys, who were celebrating like they won the lottery. "Deano the smooth criminal" Baron remarked. Dean smirked as he placed the napkin in his pocket. "Look at this" a man stopped at their table. It was Alberto del Rio. "Three thugs and a druggie" Roman rose from the table and got in Del Rio's face. Del Rio didn't take this lightly and slapped Roman in the face. The whole bar got quiet at a potential fight "One, put your hands on me again and you'll be sorry. Second, why'd you think you got fired? You attacked an innocent person and for whatever reason, your stupid ass is back. So unless you want to fuck around and visit the hospital, step aside!" Roman warned. He motioned for the guys to follow him to leave. "Run Reigns. At least when I did your fiance, your daughter sat and watched" the whole bar gasped. Roman lost his mind and tackled Del Rio. He started pounding him with rights, giving him a black eye and a broken nose. Baron and Dean tried to pull him off, which only agorvated him more. Seth joined in to pull Reigns off. They got him up, but Reigns stomped Del Rio until the crew got him away from him. "Talk about my family again and I'll fucking kill you!" Roman yelled. The guys dragged him out of the bar and got in the car to drive to the hotel to get ready for Smackdown tomorrow. "Roman what the fuck man?" Baron said. "It's simple, you talk trash about my family: you getting beat up. Especially with my struggle with Galina cheating on me" Roman sighed. "Just take me to the hotel. I'll book a flight back to Florida." "Roman it'll be ok. If Vince or Hunter ask about this we'll tell them that Del Rio started the fight. On the bright side Dean earned his stripes today!" Seth hollered. The crew arrived at the hotel and went to their rooms. Dean arrived to his and stripped to his boxers and put a white wifebeater. He picked up the number from his pants and dialed. "Please don't fuck this up" Dean cursed himself.