Desires of passion

Crazy truth

Jordans POV:
The camera's cut to commercial. I pull myself off the floor,My head spins as I grab the ropes to stop myself from falling. I shake my head before I walk out of the ring and back stage. I find Courtney and smile "good job out there, but I'm pretty sure you gave me a concussion" I chuckle and sit down in the chair. My head spins and I hold it. "Can I have a medic please" I ask as I close my eyes. I hear someone respond with a yes. I feel Courtney put her hand oh my shoulder "I'm sorry I, I didn't mean to go that hard on you. I just snapped out of it again...." she sighs pulling her hand away. Before I can open my mouth I hear loud footsteps coming in our direction. "What the fuck was that!" Randy Yells sounding truly pissed off. My eyes snap open to see him towering above Courtney with murder in his eyes and his hand tightly grabbing her shoulder. Courtney stares up at him now angry as well but before she has time to do anything Ambrose steps in between the pair pushing Randy back. "Keep your fucking hands off of her before I rip them the fuck off." Dean says in a dark tone as him and Randy look ready to square off. "Would you all calm down that match was fucking awesome!" I yell wincing slightly as my head pounds. "This is what I signed up for, Randy my job is to be beat up on camera!" I try to reason as he glares at everyone me included. "You are a diva! Your head shouldn't actually being hit off of hard things!" Randy complains throwing his hands up in the air. " I am a wrestler same as you .This all comes with the job, I'm here to put on a great show Randy, not shake my ass and go home." I explain putting my head down to my lap holding it. I wish that medic would hurry up. "She has a mild concussions and horrid headache " Courtney pipes up quietly behind Dean's back who is still standing rigid watching Randy's every move. "Yeah that you gave her! And how do you know you could have done real damage!" Randy spits walking over to me and softly picking my head up in his hands looking me over for any other Injury. "First of all it was a brief case not a fucking cement block and I've had plenty To know." She spits right back at him I roll my eyes and nod at her "okay so I take Tylenol and don't sleep tonight." I nod knowing Courtney was always right about these types of things. "Let's get some food and go watch movies." I say lookin at the group as everyone but Randy agree. "With her?" He asks while still glaring. "Yes? She is my best friend?" I ask slowly confused of why he was acting this way. "Look man you need to get over it, or not date a wrestler." Dean scoffs before turning to me and  assessing my head. "You good?"He asks " definitely a small concision." He continues as I nod that I'm fine. I get up shaking off the dizzy feeling before grabbing Randy's arm in one hand and Courtney's in another where I see four new sets of finger nail marks in her palm. I look up and give her a we will deal with that later look before dragging them off to get our bags and get out of this hell whole.

Courtney POV:
We head to the closest open restaurant meaning a shitty burger king . As we walk up to the counter Dean looks down at me "You girls wanna go grab a seat?" He asks knowing my order by heart. "I'll go with her." Randy says finally calmed down I look up at him and nod knowing we needed to talk. "Are you sure?" Jordan and Dean say at the same time worried a fight would break out in the deserted restaurant in bumfuck nowhere. I smile at them saying it's fine as we go to walk away. "Wait, what do you want to order?" Jordan asks catching Randy's arm. He turns to her with a smirk "Good practice, order what you think I want baby." He says causing her to blush and nod her head slowly trying to think of what he had gotten last time we came here. Randy and I walk to the back of the restaurant and sit down in a private booth. "So," He starts leaning his arms on the table and looking me dead in the eye " What was tonight about?" His eyes brow raising as I take a deep breath. "I uh. I'm not sure I guess I just got caught up in the match I forgot who I was wrestling." I say looking anywhere but at him. "That's bullshit." He accuses in a dry tone. I slowly turn my head and stare him down "Its the adrenaline... it fucks with my brain. " I answer as he nods slowly and I roll my eyes "I'm not fucking crazy okay! Just a little.... manic..." I say quietly looking around to make sure no one heard. Randy's eyes widen "you, you have mental health problems?" He asks in a low voice as well looking surprised. " Yeah. Bipolar, it's not all just a character." I breath out not knowing why I'm telling him all of this when Dean doesn't even know only Jordan and Punk. "Isn't that dangerous if you get manic with the career you have?" Randy asks suspiciously as if wondering how and why I got hired. "No! It is rare that it happens and I normally control it with bd/sm but tonight was my first night back in a ring in years and Dean and I haven't had a Scene in a couple days." I explain looking down at the table embarrassed digging my nails into my palm a habitat I started young and can't break. Randy shakes his head "I'm sorry I was a dick. I'm over protective of her sometimes I guess." He laughs looking behind us watching Jordan and Dean bicker in line making us chuckle. "I wouldn't have it any other way." I smile glad to be back on good terms. "I'm guessing Dean doesn't know?" Randy asks judging me. " No..." I say glaring into his soul still afraid to tell Dean last time it didn't go so well for me. "I'd suggest telling him now because he will find out and the longer it goes the worse it's going to be." He says letting the for you hang in the air knowing that would surly get a punishment out of the dominant man. I see them start to walk over out of the corner of my eye and laugh "Yeah, Punk chased him a mile before giving up." I laugh as Randy looks at me like I'm an idiot. "Chased who?" Dean asks sitting down next to me the jealousy radiating off of him. "Ah, some creep in the indies don't worry love." I say leaning over and kissing him before I grab my fries and chicken fries. He nods still jealous but dropping it. " We good?" He asks looking over to Randy who nods slightly before looking over at Jordan. "What did you pick, pet?" He asks in his dom voice that I make a grossed out face at before turning back to Dean and cuddling into him, his hand coming down and roughly grabbing my thigh making me pout at him. "Uh a bbq bacon whopper?" She questions handing it over to him watching his face as it stays in a neutral position. "Good job baby" he smiles Petting her hair I smile at the pleased face she makes never seeing her look this happy. I look back to Dean who is also watching with an amused smirk as he looks at Randy's smug face.