Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Chapter 34: The Heel Turn

In the nine or so months I had been involved with the company, entering the ring had become easier but still weird and I wasn't too sure that I would ever get used to trampling in through the arena and the outstretched hands of the braying crowd. Granted I wasn't as jittery as I used to be and had even taken to occasionally giving out high fives, but only very very sporadically and then mostly to held up babies and smiling kids.

It wasn't a part of the show that I enjoyed much, but given recent events I'd had precious little choice since the fact that I had been drugged and kidnapped by my father meant that there was no way I could swan around backstage all on my own.

My running job therefore was out with last year's colors –

Meanwhile my glorified valet job was in and as the usual bass line bellowed into the concessions hall, the doors were flung open and we were hastily ushered on.

"Go, go."

Seth took up the front spot like always and burst through the seating taking the cheering in his stride. It was funny but just months ago the arena would have booed them, but having beaten my father had tipped the fan scales by a mile and instead their music and actual appearances were greeted like the actual second coming had arrived.

Dean went next with our hands glued together since he still didn't trust me very far from his sight, Batista or otherwise. I was simply a danger magnet and so in large crowds of people, or backstage or really anywhere his natural instinct was to glare and hold on tight.

Roman was last up as our usual rear marker and trotting in between them made me feel like a queen. It was empowering and safe and where I liked being, other than wrapped up with my hunky boyfriend in bed.

Reaching the barriers Dean quickly swung over and then Roman helped me hop up onto the padding by my hips, whereupon his brother wrapped his hands around my elbows and steadied me as I hopped almost bunny-like down. It bothered me a little than in nine months of entries, I hadn't yet managed to scale the barricade on my own, except for the time I had chased after Bray Wyatt and that had been clumsy and with no sort of flair. If I was going to keep heading out with The Shield boys then I needed to find a better technique and so resolved to maybe practising a little in the arena before the show the following night.

Perhaps I would even learn to swan dive like Seth did?

Okay, so that might have been an idea too far.

Leaving me by the steps, they clambered up through the ring ropes and I stood and looked on as they swaggered around, each of them puffed up and full of alpha maleness that as usual seemed to be particularly strong from Dean. He was standing with his legs spread apart at hip distance and was looking around with his fingers tightly clenched.

It honestly felt as though he owned the ring entirely.

He was scorchingly hot and I was his girl.

In one taped up hand he was holding a microphone and being their group's main talker it was him that spoke first, waiting until the lights from their grand entrance had quit their swirling and then having to pause for longer as the cheering died down.

I grinned.

Yep.

That was my boyfriend –