"You're telling me you've never seen the Breakfast Club?" Ariela asked in astonishment.
"Nope." Dean shrugged.
"Grease?"
"Nah."
"Okay but you've seen Titanic? Right?!"
"Yeah?" Dean answered but it came out more like a question.
"Unbelievable!" She said as she sat up.
Now two days left before survivor series, the couple spent all of their time in bed talking or eating takeout. Come Sunday, the two were both going to regret this because they were incredibly out of shape. This was Ariela's first ppv and she had to make an impression for the wwe universe. Though, when she is with Dean, it's only him and her and nothing else. All worries about he career and first impressions were put behind her.
She did know that her career could either progress or stay stagnant based on her performance sunday. It wasn't til now an idea popped in her head.
Ariela turns to face Dean and brings her knees to her chest. She rests her chin on her knees as she looked at Dean. He smiled at her and sat up.
"Dean?"
"Yes love?"
"I'm kind of nervous for Sunday and we spent this whole weak not training. I was wondering if you could maybe train me? Since you have experience and you're one of the best guys today." She rambles and Dean laughs in amusement.
"I'd love to" He reassures her and she nearly tackles him as she goes to hug him.
"Thank you thank you!" She showers his face in kisses.
"Alright alright," He laughs as he pulls away. "Let's get training."
Survivor Series first person
It was the middle of the women's match. On Smackdown, Naomi and I were the only ones left. On Raw, Bayley and Charlotte remained. I was currently on the apron as Naomi was dominating Charlotte.
Then, Charlotte was able to kick Naomi in the gut before quickly tagging Bayley in. Bayley hit Naomi with a of couple kicks to the stomach before dragging her to the middle of the ring. Bayley quickly climbed the turnbuckle. I quickly pushed her off, causing her to fall out of the ring and infront of the announcers table. I smiled sweetly to myself as Naomi got back and tagged me in.
The referee was almost at the count of nine before Bayley slid in the ring. I quickly pulled her into an anaconda vise, resulting in her tapping out. This left Charlotte, the women's champion, and me in the ring. I quickly lunged at her as grabbed her hair, making her hit her head of the canvas. I kick her in the side as I smiled cynically, playing my new role as the lunatic.
Before Charlotte could get up, I pulled her into a sharpshooter. After thirty seconds of her struggling, Charlotte had finally tapped out. My music began blasting through the arena as Naomi held my hand up.
I smile proudly but I quickly dropped my smile as Dean's music plays. He makes his way into the ring and stands infront of me. I look up at him confused before I feel his lips on mine.
"You're right baby, I did like it." He said before raising my hand.
I smirked as we exited the ring. We made it backstage and we both broke character.
"You did amazing Ari!" Dean pulls me into a hug.
"Woo girl you gave me an ass kicking." Bayley laughs as she hugs me also.
"Thank you guys!" I smiled at the both of them as Dean wraps his arm around my waist.
I looked up at Dean and he planted a quick kiss on my head. I smile happily as he lead me away from everyone. We walked to a semi empty part of the arena, the only things occupying the space was equipment.
I sit on top of a box and Dean joins me. I laid my head on his shoulder and sighed.
"I did it." I say proud of myself. "Thank you so much. For everything."
"It was all you baby girl." Dean replies but his voice sounded somewhat distant.
I turn Dean's head to face me and he looked sad. "What's wrong?"
"Its nothing."
"Dean, it isn't nothing. If your worried about ruining my happy moment, don't be. You're more important now." I reassure him and he nods.
"When you were in your match, a couple guys and girls came up to me and started pestering me about our relationship. Saying that it happened too fast and that we barely know each other. I denied that because we do know each other. They don't know what we do in our time. Yet they continued with stuff like I'll never be good enough for you or that I'll just ruin you by the time we're done." Dean sighed and I grabbed his hand to encourage him to go on.
"I don't want to hurt you, you're to good for that." I saw tears fall down his cheek.
Why? Why must people make him feel like this? They tear him down so much to the point where he can't even trust himself. They create a self-destructing personality that will never leave. He can't do anything good without self-doubt.
"Maybe," He sighs. "We should only be together for the storyline."
I feel my heart break at his words. No, this can't be happening.
"Jon please." I plead, my voice cracking. "Please don't do this."
Now the tears trailed down my face.
"We can make it work Jon. We shouldn't listen to them. We're better than their judgrment." I cry,not wanting this to end.
"I'm so sorry, I can't hurt you. It's better now than never. I love you to much." He gets off the box we sat on and I follow suit.
"This hurts." I sob. "This hurts more because you let them get to you."
Dean doesn't stop walking away and I let out a sob as I fall to the ground, my heart break being displayed to entire arena. The sobs only get louder as I get angrier. I kick the box to my left in anger as I stand up.
"I didn't deserve this." I whisper as I dry my tears.
I go to the locker room and shower quickly. I change into a random tshirt and leggings before grabbing my belongings and storming out the arena. I didn't want to ignore the fans but I wasn't in the best of moods. I spot Roman and Bayley and quickly jogged over to them.
"Could I travel with you guys tonight?" I ask, looking down on the ground.
"Of course!" Roman says as he walks up to me. "We'll talk about what Dean did later.
I didn't even bother questioning, too tired and upset to speak. I put my belongings in the trunk before getting into the back seat. I put my music on to show that I wasn't in the mood to talk.
Thanks Dean.
