WWE Imagines

Dean Ambrose |1|

You were walking backstage, looking for Stephanie's office. Why? Because you were given an interview to work for WWE as an interviewer. You were both excited and nervous. Nervous because you are going to be interviewed by the Stephanie McMahon. As you kept on walking down a hallway, you bumped into someone who was coming out from the hallway, left from you. You stumbled back a bit before looking up, ready to apologize.

"I am so so so so sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you. I wasn't looking and well I bumped into you and I am so s-" You said before being interrupted by the man in front of you.

"Wow, slow down there, pretty face. It's alright. My fault. After all, I was the one that walked without noticing you were about to cross." He smirked, placing a hand across his chest before placing a hand on my cheek. "Now, what's a pretty face doing around here? New diva or something?"

"I-I'm looking for Stephanie's office. I'm being interviewed and see if I get the job to be an interviewer here." I stuttered a bit, looking about him.

I had to admit, his eyes were and are captivating. I could stare at them and not get bored of it. He was truly someone different. He screamed 'dangerous' and something about that made me interested. 

"Interview huh? Nice. Well how about I walk with you all the way there, that way you don't have to bump into anyone else, sweetheart." He said as he started walking.

I stared at him. handsome was what was running through my mind right now.

"Are you coming or what? Stephanie doesn't like to wait." He said, turning around and kept on walking but backwards.

I nodded and blushed slightly, thankful that he wasn't close to me, and started walking. We both walked, silently before he spoke up.

"So sweetheart, what's your name?" He asked, looking at me briefly before looking ahead.

"My name is, Y/N." I answered as I walked beside him, looking around me every once in a while.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl. I like it. Anyways, my name is Dean Ambrose, also known as Jonathan Good or Jon. But I go as Dean Ambrose because, there's no fun in being called Jonathan Good, also because it's my ring name." He introduced himself.

"Well Dean, nice to meet you, although it wasn't how I expected to meet." I chuckled slightly before stopping.

"Well I didn't think I would be bumping into you like this either but I'm glad we did." He smirked. "Well this is our stop. Good luck, sweetheart." He kissed my cheek before knocking on the door, running away. 

I shook my head and chuckled before hearing the door open.

"Well, you must be Y/N. Nice to meet you, my name is Stephanie and I will be interviewing you of course. Come on in." She smiled before opening the door more.

-After the interview-

"Well Y/N, you got the job. You will be interviewing Seth Rollins. Here's your script. Read it over. Raw starts in a few hours so you have time. Good luck and welcome to WWE." Stephanie said as she stood up, and held her hand out.

"Thank you very much, Stephanie. I won't let you down." I said, shaking hands with her before exiting the office. 

Once I did, I let out a small squeal, a low, low squeal, only for me to hear.

"Well that sounds like you got the job, congratulations." A voice said from behind me. I gasped slightly before realizing it was Dean. I placed a hand over my chest before hitting him slightly on the shoulder.

"Don't scare me like that, Ambrose." I said, shaking my head, pretending to be mad.

"Don't be mad. Come on, let's go to catering and go over your script." Dean said before walking as I followed behind.

Once we got to catering, we sat on the table that was all the way in the corner. Surprisingly, it was semi-empty. Dean grabbed my script and started reading it before letting out a small groan.

"You're interviewing that scumbag." He shook his head and kept on reading it. "Hmm, okay, well at least I'll be involved in it. Hmm, okay. It's not such a bad script." He said as he handed me the script back. 

I studied it for the remaining time before we were both called to where I was going to interview him. Since I didn't know where it was, I followed him and in no time, we were there. They handed me a microphone. I said my lines over and over again in my head, before they said if I was ready and I simply nodded my head. 

"Please welcome my guest at this time, Seth Rollins." I spoke as I turned to where he was coming from, and continued talking.

"Seth, what are your thoughts about heading into Money In The Bank this Sunday against Roman Reigns for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship?" I asked as I turned the microphone to him, looking at him.

"What do I think? What do I think? Listen here and listen very clear, I'm going to win the WWE World Heavyweight Championship, which I've never lost. Roman Reigns was just keeping it warm for me while I wa-" He said but stopped before Dean walked in. "What the heck are you doing here?"

I turned to Dean and put the microphone near him and looked at him. "What am I doing here? I'm just listening. Go on, don't let me stop you." He said as a small smile formed.

Seth stared at him before rolling his eyes. "As I was saying before I was interrupted. Roman Reigns was was just keeping it warm for me while I was gone. But guess what, now I'm back and I'm taking back what was mine!" He said.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah." Dean said, causing me to turn to him and have the microphone close to him again, me looking at him again.  "Are you forgetting the Money In The Bank Match? You know, the one were you have to climb a ladder and unhook the briefcase and you win an opportunity at the WWE World Heavyweight Championship? Well incase you did, Seth, I'm in that match and I'm going to win it. And once I win that contract or briefcase or whatever, I'm going to cash it in. Whether its you who's champion, whether it's Roman who is, I'm going to cash it in and I'm going to win it." He said as he smirked before turning around, leaving.

Seth mumbled a few words before storming off. 

"And cut." Someone said and I took a deep breath before letting it out, letting out a smile. I had to admit to myself, I didn't do bad. I handed them the microphone back before saying goodbye and walking the opposite way, the way Seth went. I walked until I felt arms wrap around my waist, turning me around. It was Dean.

"How about me and you, go out tonight, you know have some pizza or whatever the hell you want, after Raw?" He said, pulling me closer, looking at me.

"Sure, why the hell not?" I said, smiling.

"Great. Meet me at catering after my match, yeah?" He said before he kissed my cheek and left. 

I stood there and admired him from behind. I shooting my head before letting out a small chuckle, before turning around and continued walking to where ever my feet lead me to.

And who knew that was going to be the start of an amazing relationship?

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Well guys, here is my first imagine and it's about Dean Ambrose. He's been my favorite since day one, and always will be. 

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed it. I know some of what I typed, such as the interview for Seth and Dean never happened or the words weren't the same but again, this is a story or book and its fiction so.

Tell me what you guys think about the first imagine down in the comment and make sure to vote! I hope you guys liked it.

Oh and if you guys want an imagine, just message me or comment, who you want and what the occasion will be. I don't really do smut so I would kinda appreciate it if you guys didn't request these type. I apologize in advance if you guys wanted an imagine that contained smut but I just don't feel comfortable doing or typing that, I hope you guys understand!

-JJ