Wait For You

Love Square

Scarlett watched Dean slowly make his way down to the ring through the backstage monitor. She rolled her eyes when he grabbed a microphone. Hearing Dean talk, let alone cut a promo, made her ears bleed. The sound of his voice annoyed her---everything about him annoyed her.

Dean sat his WWE Championship on his shoulder, and smirked at it before bringing the microphone to his lips. "As you all know, the Royal Rumble is this Sunday," the crowd cheered in excitement, "which means the winner of the 30 man royal rumble match will face me for my championship at Wrestlemania." Dean glanced down at his title. "Unfortunately, it won't matter who wins that match, because no one can beat me..." he chuckled. "But, in the spirit of good fun, I've arranged a match for you all tonight---let's just call it a little preview for what will happen on Sunday," he smirked as nodded to Justin Roberts.

"Ladies and gentleman, as a request by your WWE Champion, Dean Ambrose, a 20 man battle royal will take place, right now!"

Dean grabbed a chair and sat next to the announce table as he watched the competitors make their way into the ring, glaring at each one of them.

Mark Henry. Dolph Ziggler. Fandango. Cody Rhodes. Kofi Kingston. Goldust. Wade Barrett. Rey Mysterio. Big Show. Sheamus. Bray Wyatt. Alberto Del Rio. Rob Van Dam. John Cena. Daniel Bryan. Christian. Damien Sandow. Kane. Batista. 

And....

Randy Orton.

Scarlett sighed as he made his way out onto the entrace ramp, music blaring throughout the arena. It was still weird to be around him again, and once again, be his boss. She didn't know how things were going to be now that she would be seeing him practically everyday, but she did know that the memories of him could never escape her brain. Not matter how hard she tried to push them out.

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"Hey," someone tapped on Scarlett's shoulder.

She turned around the see Seth standing before her. "Hey," she smiled widely. "What's up?"

 "I just wanted to talk to you about something," Seth said shyly.

"Okay, shoot."

"It's about yesterday..." Seth trailed off, unsure of how to phrase his question.

Scarlett raised her eyebrow, confused, but quickly realized what he was alluding to. "Oh, the kiss..." 

"Yeah," Seth spoke softly.

"Seth, about that----I'm sorry," Scarlett frowned, "I wasn't planning on that happening, Summer just pissed me off, and you were the closest person that was there, and I'm glad you were, because I swear I was about two seconds away from beating her ass," she shook her head in frustration.

"But the second one---I'm just confused about that, because you had a chance to pull away, and you didn't---you kissed me back, and I'm pretty sure you enjoyed it too," Seth smirked.

Scarlett scoffed. "Yeah, sure," she rolled her eyes. "Whatever floats your boat."

"So you're telling me that you weren't blushing yesterday when your face was redder than a tomato?" he leaned down so they were eye to eye, "You're telling me that you didn't love that kiss? Because I can do it again, and I can guarantee you that I'll you'll enjoy it," he smirked as he looked into her eyes.

Scarlett bit her lip, fighting her urge to grab his face and kiss the hell out of him. 

"What's wrong Scarlett?" Seth teased her. "Afraid that you found someone better than Randy?" he asked rhetorically. "Because I can show you that I'm more of a man that he ever could try to be," he declared.