What's Wrong With You?

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Roman entered the locker room after he had shook hands with all the members of The Authority even though he didn't want to do it. He just wanted to celebrate his moment with his loved ones. He took his vest and his gloves off before drying himself with a towel. A click was heard at the door right then. Roman turned towards the door cautiously to find Dean slowly enter through the door.

Roman kept staring at Dean without a word as he wasn't sure of how Dean was feeling at that moment. It was the second time Roman was causing Dean quit the title picture. Dean kept standing at the door looking at Roman unsurely which made Roman think he must be mad at him. "Dean?" Roman managed to speak out.

Dean took a deep breath before he walked up to Roman and stood right in front of him. He let out a smile right then whereas Roman continued to stare at Dean confusingly. "Don't worry! I won't hit you." said Dean smiling softly, his dimple appearing on his left cheek. "Congrats, man. No one deserves it better."

Roman then felt Dean's arms wrap around his waist. He then leaned his frame onto Dean's as he asked, "Hey, Dean. Are you okay?"

"Of course I am!" said Dean in a whisper. "I'm Dean Ambrose, how can I not be alright?" Dean was right. He took hits like no one else did. "Look Dean. I know you're really frustrated right now, okay? I would say the one who actually has owned the match is you. You were the one to hit Sheamus with a dirty-deeds. If Brock hadn't butted in and started beating you up right before you went for the cover, you would've been the one to win the title tonight." said Roman whereas Dean stared at Roman in silence. Roman then started to shake his head remorsefully as he continued, "And meanwhile... I went for the cover. That's not done, I know... -"

"What else have you got to say? You're sorry? Are you now gonna tell me you're sorry for not letting me win this time? Roman, that's enough man. What about the powerbomb you hit Sheamus with? What about all that you've done during the entire match in order to turn Brock limp? So what if I hit Sheamus with a ddt, didn't you spear him before you went for the cover? Don't act like you haven't done anything during the entire match." Dean started to yell at Roman all of a sudden. Roman was used to Dean yelling at him and being noisy all the time but he had no idea how serious Dean was at that moment. "I'm gonna be very honest, Roman. I don't like it when you get all upset after winning a match against me and say sorry. Why would you be sorry when we're involved in a sport? A win is a win and loss is always considered a loss. You gotta accept it, boy. I can't take the title from you even if you give me it. I'd rather win it from you."

This got Roman shook as he then started to realize Dean was getting more and more serious while he was speaking and his last line sounded almost like an open challenge. However, he decided not to comprehend Dean's words wrong and would stick to the fact that sportsmanship was all that they had to maintain while they were booked in matches against each other. "Now," said Dean right then, as a naughty smile appeared on his face and he quickly tightened his grip over Roman's waist. "Tonight's all about you. So, let's party hard."

Roman observed how the expression on Dean's face changed to it's opposite and guessed that Dean didn't want to yell at him anymore or fall out with him. "How are we even gonna party hard? No one in this company has got my back. Remember? And now they are even putting you and me against one another in the matches." said Roman and shrugged.

"Hey... We have got each other and we can party hard among ourselves." smirked Dean. "Will you smile now?"

Roman felt like laughing looking at Dean's attempt to make him smile but was a bit reluctant to make a smile appear on his lips. He tried hard to keep himself from smiling but soon he failed at let out a blushing smile, putting his head down. "Haha! That's like a good boy." exclaimed Dean right then.