Extreme Rules 2016

"Good job tonight Ambrose." A few people comment as I tiredly walk backstage.

I simply brush their comment off. When I lose, even if I put my all into the match, I don't get a 'good job', I don't get a comment. What I do get, is odd glances like I belong in a mental asylum.

Newsflash world, I fucking do.

I walked back to the dressing room that I shared with Roman and sat down in the chair that was in the corner of the room. The TV showed Roman and AJ Styles who were both already well into their match and looked on the verge of ending soon.

And just as I had thought, Roman interrupted AJ's move with a spear and went for the pin.

I smiled slightly as the ref's hand hit the mat three times and the crowd interrupted into boo's while fangirls tried to out do them with their screams.

As I continued to watch and became confused as there as a collective cheer took over the crowd, then reality set in as I saw a figure sneak in from behind.

I grab the remote and simply turn the TV just as Seth gets Roman's attention, but you could still hear the crown from here.

I groaned, stood up and walked out of the room, wanting to get some peace before the two of them came back here and all hell would break loose. Because as many fake Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns fans are on the Internet, there are just as many in this locker room.

I walked down the hallway and closed my eyes, hearing all the people talk now. It was already buzzing back here, that one moment was enough to set them all off.

Seconds later, I feel something bump into my chest and my eyes snap open to see her. I haven't talked to her directly in a freakin week and boy had I enjoyed it.

"Oh," she mumbled, "Uh, sorry Dean. Didn't mean to do that."

"Yeah you just did it on purpose." I say to her while rolling my eyes, not really even sure why I replied to this women.

"No I didn't-" she started but I cut her off.

"I was being a sarcastic ass, Bella." I explain to her and her mouth formed an 'O' shape.

"Oh I thought you were being-" she started but I stopped her again.

"Don't you have a title loss to be crying over rather than sitting here and bothering me?" I asked.

"Oh well yeah I guess," she rambled,"I mean I'm getting another chance soon. Maybe at MITB, and for sure again at Summerslam, so that's good right?"

"Um no." I say to her while rolling my eyes, "Nikki, why don't you do us a favor and retire like your sister did? In fact, just to keep the fan happy, why don't you and your sister switch places, because it's obvious that Brie is the 'better Bella' anyways. Maybe you and John can retire and have kids... Oh wait, ole Johnny doesn't want any huh?  Wait, he doesn't want to get married either, I mean I wouldn't blame him. Not sure who would really want you anyways. Oops, sorry."

She stayed silent and just stared at me for a while.

"Take a picture sweetheart," I say to her, "It'll last a bit longer."

She stayed silent and walked around me and went on her way, as though it was suppose to make me feel bad for her.

"What are you doing?" I heard a tired voice say and I turn around to see Roman approaching me slowly.

"I was just walking around." I say back to him, "Go get all showered and stuff, I wanna get out of here as soon as possible..."

I trailed off as I saw Rollins quietly approach us, looking slightly nervous.

"Hey," he mumbled, "um."

"Leave." I say plainly while crossing my arms, I didn't want to deal with the younger man tonight.

"Dean please," he started, "I just wanna-"

He got cut off as Roman stepped right up to him and looked him right in the eye, then took the title off of his shoulder and placed it on Seth's before nodding in my direction and walking off back to our dressing room.

I groaned, not even acknowledging Seth and followed Roman back.

"What the heck was that man." I asked as Roman laid face down on the couch, even though I had asked him to take a shower so we could leave.

"I didn't wanna carry it." He mumbled.

"Roman." I said with a sigh, "What's going on?"

"Nothing." He mumbled and stood up "Drop it. I'll take a shower so we can get out of here like you  wanted to."

I groaned as he closed the bathroom door. "What am I gonna do with you?"

He didn't answer as I heard the water start running and I plopped down on couch that he was once on.

The quicker we got out of here, the quicker I could go to sleep and the quicker I could go to sleep, the better my mood would get.