Finally Finding Love •{Ambrose fanfic}•

Chapter 20 - Birthday Presents

Chloe's POV

My theme hits and I run out of the curtain as I hear Lillian Garcia announce me.

"Coming out first, from Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at 134 pounds, Kylie Davis!"

I run down the ramp, soaking in the cheers and boos. Sliding into the ring, Natalya's theme starts, cutting my entrance in half. I roll my eyes and lean against the ropes.

Lillian announces Natalya as she walks up the ramp, her head held high and the Diva's title shining on her shoulder. She takes her sweet time walking up the steel stairs and climbing under the ropes.

Finally, the referee takes the title and orders us to stay in our corners until the bell rings.

Ding! Ding!

Natalya and I lock up, but I take the chance to knee her in the stomach. She lets go of me to hold her stomach. I get her in a tight head lock, enjoying the 'Let's go Kylie' and 'Let's go Nattie' chants swimming around the arena. Distracted by the chants, Natalya takes this opportunity to jab her elbow into my side. I loosen my grip on her, enough for her to slip out of my grasp. She grabs my head and gives me a Running Bulldog. I hold my head, trying to rid the headache that just appeared.

She stands over me, yelling profanities in my face. I grab her ankle and pull her towards me. Next thing I knew, I was bouncing off the ropes and delivering Natalya my new signature move, the Shinning Wizard. My knee connects with her face, and I get a huge wave of cheers. I smile at the amount of cheers I am getting.

I turn around to pin The Hart Dungeon Diva, but in some amazing way, she's standing right in front of me with a cut on her lip; dark blood dripping slowly from it. She grabs my hair and slams my head into the mat.

I groan, holding my nose. I peel my hands away to find my fingers covered in my own blood. I turn over and sit up, my hands flying back to my nose, which blood is now heavily flowing out of. I watch as the referee slips on a pair gloves, until Natalya's feet connct with my face, sending my head to the mat again. I feel her hands wrap around my ankles as she wraps my legs around hers. She flips me over so I'm on my stomach. She bends my legs and back, forcing me to tap out with my other hand.

Her theme hits, and she gets handed her title back. She soaks in her cheers and boos, then scurries out of the ring, her title close to her chest.

The referee helps me up, careful not to touch my blood. I try pushing him away, but his grip tightens on my arms as he helps me down the steel stairs and up the ramp. We slip behind the curtain to be met with two medics. The medics introduce themselves as Nick and Dave. They escort me through halls until we come upon a white room filled with medical supplies and a one of those cold, metal, paper covered beds. Nick lifts me on the bed, as Dave gets supplies for a nose cast.

"It looks like," Nick says, looking intently at my bleeding nose, "that your nose is fractured. So, Dave here, will fix you up with a nose cast. Okay?" He looks at my eyes as I nod my head in agreement.

Dave walks over to us. He tries making small talk with me as he dabs a wet cloth on my nose to wipe the blood off, but I'm in no mood to talk. I'm too upset that I lost to Natalya. If I would have beaten her, I would have been first in line to challenge her at the next pay-per-view which is TLC (Tables, Ladders, and Chairs). But now that I lost to her, I am not going to face her at TLC, nor am I going to have a match at TLC. This sucks.

"Okay, you're all done!" Dave says, putting his supplies back to where he found them.

"Really?" I asked, my hand reaching up to the cast and feeling it. I cringe a little at the pain.

He chuckles. "Yep! And be careful, it's still going to hurt even though there's a cast on it."

"Okay, thanks!" I hop off the bed and walk out of the room to find Jon. I walk the halls, passing Superstars on the way, but I can't spot him. I turn another corner, ending up in a small room with a bunch of monitors. I keep my attention on one just in time to see Jon hit Dirty Deeds on Chris Jericho. Jon pins him, and gets to the count of three.

Jon celebrates his victory until a familiar theme hits, making me smile in excitement. He frowns as Randy Orton walks through the curtain with a sly grin and a microphone next to his lips. "Congratulations, Ambrose! You beat the stupid idiot, Chris Jericho!"

Jon gets handed a microphone, and he also brings it up to his lips. Before he speaks, he eyes the title propped up on Randy's shoulder. "What does the champion want with an unstable lunatic?" Jon asks, his eyes still on that title.

"Well," Randy says, moving the title onto his other shoulder. "I wanted to give you a birthday present." At this, Jon's eyes grow wide and his grin turns into an excited smile.

"Keep talking," Jon says.

"How about a match at TLC for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship?" Randy asks, dropping the microphone and lifting the title into the air.

"Ah, I don't think so," Jon says, shaking his head.

"What?" I whisper to myself, leaning up against the door frame. "What is he doing?!"

"I want this match to be a tables, ladders, and chairs match," Jon says, an evil grin on his lips.

Oh, of course, why didn't I get predict this would happen?

"Deal!" Randy says after he picked his microphone up. "Oh, yeah, happy birthday."

Before their segment ends, I rush to the gorilla and run through the curtain, not waiting for my theme to announce my arrival. I snatch Randy's microphone out of his hand.

"What are you doing here?" Jon gives me an angry look.

I sigh, walking down the ramp. "Dean, I want to wish you a happy birthday," I say once I'm standing in front of him.

He tilts his head to the side, "It's about time."

I ignore his stupid comment and look into his eyes. "So, happy birthday," I say and connect our lips. He tenses, like he didn't expect me to do this. But as he relaxes, and begins to kiss me back. Both of us drop our microphones as our hands fly to one other. His hands land on my hips as mine wrap themselves around his neck. He pulls me closer, so we're chest to chest.

I hear the crowd going wild, which is a good sign.

I feel as Jon's tongue slips out of his mouth, and begins to lick my lower lip, wanting a new home in mine. I ignore him, and pull away, not wanting him to do anything stupid in front of millions of people.

Not making any eye contact, knowing very well his eyes will pull me back to his lips, I walk behind him and grab the single cupcake one of the timekeepers handed me. The one candle sticking out of it is already lit, so Jon can blow it out and make a wish.

Jon turns around, still in a daze from the kiss. "Happy birthday," I say again, handing him the cupcake.

He takes it with a big smile and blows out the candle. He flicks the candle out of the chocolate cupcake. Before he can take a bite, I smash the cupcake into his face, covering his mouth and nose with white frosting and chocolate cake.

He looks at me, a little confused about what just happened. As soon as he soaks in what I did, he takes no time rubbing some of the frosting on my cheeks and mouth, being careful not to touch my injured nose. Once he's done, he pulls me into him and connects our lips for the second time.

"I love you," he whispers against my lips.

I pull away from him, a gigantic smile growing across my lips. "I love you too."