A Lasskicker and a Lunatic

Work Hard. Play Hard.

Dean's alarm on his phone blurted at ten in the morning. He brushed his teeth and checked the address. 'I could take a cab over there' he thought to himself. As soon as that thought exited his mind, he got a phone call from Baron. "Hey I'm outside. I'll give you a ride to the gym to see Becky" he offered. Dean immediately slapped a grey shirt and athletic shorts. He grabbed his bag with his gear in it and rushed outside. He found Baron in the front, waiting for him in his rental car. He got in, getting a high-five from his friend and were on their way to the gym. "How'd you know that me and Becky were doing this?" Dean questioned. "I told her to. She was basically scared as hell to tell you to do this, so I encouraged her to do it" Baron explained. "When was this?" "Yesterday after Raw and before Becky went to the bar" After another hour and a half of driving, the duo arrived at the designated gym. They put on ear-phones and headed inside. They delt with fans wanting photos of them for three minutes. Finally they made it in and Baron went straight to work. As if on cue, Dean's phone played "Angel Eyes" by Ace of Base when he saw Becky. He just stood there admiring her beauty and toned body. 'That girl must be an angel. Why else would she look so damn fine?' He questioned. "Hey Dean" Becky smiled. "Oh sorry if I distracted you" he apologized, rubbing his hand over his neck. "It's fine lad. I'm just glad to see you" "That's a first. Normally people aren't happy to see me. Just the exact opposite" Becky slightly giggled. "Well I am Ambrose. C'mon let's start" she said, grabbing some weights. She placed 110 pounds on the weights and began squatting. She looked at Dean, challenging him to do better. Dean smirked as he put on her old theme "Anything You Wanna Do" and began bench pressing 320 pounds. After fifty reps, he moved to 200 pushups. At 150, he began to sweat and looked at Becky to see her hanging off a elevated bar, doing upside-down ab-crunches. After 100, she flipped and began ab-crunches. "That the best you got, dude?" She teased. Dean stuck his tongue at her and went to do pull ups. Becky gave her best 'I'm not impressed' face. "Baron" Dean called. Baron stopped hitting a sledgehammer on a tire and walked over. "What's up?" "Can you put that belt on me, then place twenty pounds on it" Baron looked over at Becky and chuckled. "I gotcha" Baron followed Dean's instructions and returned to his workout. He began pulling up about seventy-five times before carefully dropped and got rid of the belt. At three in the afternoon, the three left together. "Can't believe we made a contest over who was stronger" Becky laughed. "I won" Dean blurted. "No Mr.WWE Champion, I won" She childishly retaliated. Baron rolled his eyes over the whole thing. "You guys got your bags?" Dean asked. The two nodded. "Mine's in the trunk of the car. You guys want a ride?" Baron offered. Dean and Becky nodded and got in. Becky decided to sit in the back with Dean. "It's gonna take us an hour to get to the arena alright so sit tight" Baron explained. Fifteen minutes into the ride, Becky fell asleep on Dean's shoulders. She cuddled into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and fell asleep also, with his head resting on hers. Baron looked back and smiled. 'It's gonna be fun with you two' he chuckled to himself.