Dean's POV

Renee: is everyone on their post?

Roman: The Merchandise is there and ready.

Renee: the merchandise? Reeally Roman? You need a new name.

Roman: you're one to talk Diddy Kong Daddy 🙄

Renee: it's just Diddy, dumbass.

Seth: the Champ is here

Renee: Cena is that you?

Roman: no. His code name is Champ.

Renee: I realize that assface. I was making a funny.

Roman: you failed.

Dean: wait when did we make code names?

Renee: well we're using our UpUpDownDown names. What's yours again?

Dean: Don't have one. Never been on the show.

Roman: why?

Dean: I don't play video games.

Renee: it's fine. You can just borrow one of Roman's cousins nicknames for the time being.

Roman: uce?

Renee: nah. Jucey Ucey

Seth: I like it.

Roman: I don't.

Dean: let's just stick to Lunatic and be done with it.

Roman: you can have Rusevs nickname.

Seth: Tong Po?

Roman: nah

Seth: Yao Ming?

Roman: nah.

Seth: ... Roman Reigns?

Roman: bingo.

Renee: why tf would Rusev name himself Roman Reigns?

Roman: Rusev is obviously a legend. Respect him.

Dean: once again, sticking with lunatic. Now let's get focused. His match is almost over.

Renee: let's go. I'm ready to beat some ass.

Roman: i guess your crush on him is over 😂

Renee: don't get me wrong, he's fine. Fine as a glass of red wine. But he fucked up so now I gotta fuck him up.

Renee: you should know Roman. I'll fuck him up just like I fucked your ass up.

Seth: you fucked Roman up the ass?

Roman: SETH FUCKING ROLLINS

Renee: IM SO FUCKIN DEAD 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Renee: MY STOMACH ACTUALLY HURTS.

Renee: ON MY FUCKING LIFE. I NEED WATER.

Roman: I'm gonna kill you next.

Seth: 😂😂 take a joke Ro.

Renee: oh that was a good one Seth. Wow. I'm gonna remember that one. That was great. I'm still crying.

Dean: can we focus? Helloooo he's almost done!

Renee: sorry. Right. Time to fuck a bitch up. Over and out.

I sighed as I tucked my phone in my pocket, then lean back in the chair I was sitting in at catering.

Renee was absolutely insane.

Sadly, I love her.

The plan we had wasn't necessarily a plan. It was more along the lines of confronting and fighting.

Though, I wouldn't be doing much fighting at all.

While I would have no problem beating the living shit out of Finn fucking Bálor, Seth didn't like the idea. He didn't want me fighting because he didn't like seeing me that angry.

I think that's bullshit, but I'll go with it.

"Ambrose." I heard a voice comment and I glanced behind me to see another form of Satan approaching me.

"Styles." I greeted, "Fancy seeing you at a Raw live show."

He hummed, "I could say the same for you as well."

"Well you see I'm sorta engaged to one of the top talents." I commented while folding my arms, "What's your excuse?"

"Nowhere close to being as good as that one." He said with a small smirk, "Just over heard something about someone getting an unexpected ass whopping."

"I'm gonna pretend I don't know what you're talking about just to keep it on the DL." I commented with a shrug and gave a smirk, "So what are you talking about?"

He returned a small smirk, "Good Luck."

"Wish I knew what you were giving good luck for, but thanks." I commented.

He smirked again with a small nod, "Oh, what's up Corbin? Fancy seeing you here."

I raised a brow and glanced behind me to see Barron Corbin passing through.

"What's up Styles?" He responded, "Just thought I'd stop before heading off for the next town."

"Looks like the Smackdown natives are taking over Raw." AJ commented while gesturing to me and Barron looked in my direction.

"What's up Ambrose?" Barron said with a nod in my direction, "You visiting Rollins?"

"Somewhat." I commented as I shook his hand.

He gave a nod at my response then looked back at AJ, "Well I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Most likely." Aj commented, "See you around man."

Barron waved as he continued off down the hall and we both waved back.

"What's tomorrow?" I questioned.

"Live show." He responded with a shrug.

"We don't have a live show tomorrow." I told him.

"It's a Smackdown live show."

"I'm on Smackdown, Styles."

"Oh..." he commented then shook his head, "Don't worry about it."

"You move quick." I commented as I crossed my arms again.

He glared at me for a moment, then gave a small smirk, "You can't live in the past Ambrose. It's all about the now."

"And here is your winner," an announcers voice boomed, "Finn Bálor!"

Though the TV was on low, you could hear the fans cheering loud and clear.

"Looks like you gotta go." He commented, "I'll see you Tuesday, Ambrose."

"You too." I mumbled as I glanced at my phone.

'Get this right Seth.' I mumbled as I sighed and leaned back in my chair again.

The plan was simple, yet if one thing didn't go right, it'd end up all out of wack.

Seth was suppose to convince Finn to follow him to his dressing room. How was he going to convince him? Well, I let him decide that. Whatever works, works. Then after that, Seth would 'get a text' or maybe he would just make up some dumb excuse to leave the room and Finn would be left there alone.

As far as the plan goes after that, we're all sorta clueless.

Roman and Renee we're somewhere near Seth's dressing room hanging out, or hiding, I'm honestly not sure what the hell they're doing. Their job was to make sure Finn didn't leave, and Renee had added 'beating ass' to her job description.

As far as my job, all I did was confront which is boring. Once Seth's leaves, I go in and terrorize the little shithead. I mean that's great and all, but throwing a punch would be nice. Breaking a chair over his head would be nicer.

Seconds later my phone chimes and I immediately look down at it.

Renee: the champ is with the demon. I repeat, the champ is with the demon.

Renee: they look a little friendly.

Renee: too friendly I might add.

Dean: what's that suppose to mean?

Renee: well Seth had his arm wrapped around his shoulder and Finn had his arm wrapped around his waist.

Roman: it looked like he was touching his ass.

Dean: you're purposely trying to make me mad, aren't you?

Roman: I'm fueling the fire. That's what besties do.

Renee: not @ you saying besties.

Roman: stfu red rover.

Renee: what tf is that suppose to mean.

Roman: it means you're a bitch.

Renee: if I'm a bitch then you're an asshole

Roman: if I'm an asshole then I'm your asshole and I'm tired of your shit.

Renee: HA HA HA YOU'RE SO FUCKING CLEAVER 🙄

Seth: sheesh will you two fuck already?

Roman: SETH FUCKING ROLLINS

Renee: i threw up in my mouth.

Roman: IM. G A Y

Renee: YEAH! ONE LOVE IN THIS BITCH. HE'S G🌈 A🌈 Y 🌈

Renee: Im not tho. I like male Gentiles.

Renee: what's a PG word to describe it?

Renee: eggplant?

Renee: wennie?

Renee: beefstick??

Seth: Penis.

Renee: TITTIES!

Roman: bro wtf.

Seth: ... no Renee.

Dean: SETH

Seth: WHAT

Dean: IS HE IN THE ROOM OR NOT.

Seth: yeah he's in here. I haven't left yet. I'm trying to play it off like I'm sending out some important texts. I don't wanna just take him in here and leave. That sorta looks suspicious. Start walking over here though. I'll be heading out soon.

Dean: Alright I will.

Renee: oooo my palms are sweating! I'm ready!

Roman: that's disgusting.

Renee: shut up before I tell Randy to beat you up.

Roman: good luck with that.

Seth: do you guys ever stop arguing?

Renee: never! Roman and I always argue. It's our thing.

Renee: I call him an ass

Renee: he calls me a bitch

Renee: its like, the best friendship ever ❤️

Roman: I don't know her.

Renee: thanks for the love assclown.

Dean: f o c u s ! ! !

I grunted as I slipped my phone in my pocket, it buzzing several more times as I walk down the hallway but I ignore it.

By the time I reach the hallway that Seth's dressing room is on, I see the door open slightly and seconds later Seth steps out of it, then closes the door gently behind him after calling out a 'be right back' into the room.

I walk a short ways to meet up with him and he gives a small smile.

"He's in there." He comments quietly, "I don't think he suspects anything."

"Good." I commented as I placed my hand on the door knob just as he placed a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see him giving me a small frown, "What?"

"I know how you get when you're mad." He told me, "Don't get suspended Dean."

I rolled my eyes but cracked a small smile, "I make no promises, Champ."

He rolled his eyes but smiled before walking a little ways down the hallways and around the corner.

I let out a breath as I slowly turn the knob, then gently push the door open.

It's dark inside the room. The low light are on overhead, but the main source of light comes from the door which I just opened.

I don't make a sound as I enter the room, then close the door behind me. I lean against the door for a moment and allow my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room.

Though the room is half dark, I can easily spot him sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, his back facing me. A bright light was on near him and I assumed it was his phone.

"Back so soon?" I heard him comment playfully and it nearly lit a blaze inside of me.

It wasn't the same tone he had used with me. Had he been flirty with me? Yes, but yet he hadn't sounded like that. He sounded as though he had a plan, or was expecting things to go his way. Similar to how a older man would sound after convincing a young woman to come home with him.

He sounded like a damn perv.

I didn't make a sound at first. The only sound that was heard was my feet against the floor as I moved a bit closed to him.

Truth be told, I didn't know what to say. There was so much I could say, yet so little needed to be said for me to get my point across.

"Seth?" He asked after I hadn't answered him and at this point I leaned against the wall that his back was turned to.

I sent a small glare to the back his head as I crossed my arms and propped my foot on the wall.

"Roses are red." I commented lowly and he quickly turned around, "Violets are black. You're dumbass poems are really fucking wack."

"Dean?" He questioned in a surprised tone as he stood up, "Hey. Seth just left here looking for you."

"Funny." I stated, "I just spoke with Seth."

He raised a brow and gave me a confused look, "But he just left here."

"Oh I know." I said as I pushed myself off the wall, "I know where he is. I know where he went too, but I'm not worried about Seth. And if we're being honest, you should be less worried about Seth and more worried about yourself."

He gave me another confused, "Dean, what's going on?"

"You tell me Finn." I asked as I crossed my arms again, "Tell me what's going on. Tell me why you're standing here right now."

He gave me another odd look before his eyes widened, "Wait, wait, wait. You think I'm with Seth? Dean, I'm not. I swear he brought me in here. I just followed him here."

"You sound guilty Finn." I stated and for a moment he lost his cool and threw his hand into the air.

"Dean I swear-" he started but I stopped him.

"I believe you." I said with a nod, "I believe you followed him here."

He stared at me for a moment before letting out a sigh of relief, "Ok then what is this about?"

"This is about you, Finn." I commented, "This is about you and how you think it's ok to pull a game on me."

"What are you talking about?" He asked me and I stuck a hand in my pocket to retrieve a piece of paper.

"I know you sent me that damn basket, Bálor." I commented as I held up two folded pieces of paper.

"Basket?" He questioned with a look of confusion, but if you paid close attention, you could see realization hit him for a split second, then quickly try to cover it up, "Dean, what basket? You're not making any sense right now."

"The basket with the goodies and the poorly written poem inside." I explained as I walked a bit closer to him, "That basket. Ring a bell yet? No? Then how about I show you this."

He stood still as I nonchalantly walked over to him, opening up the papers and holding them close to his face.

"This is your list of pickup lines." I explained, "And this is the letter I got. Look, it's the same handwriting. Oh and look! It's even the same crappy 'Roses are red' line. You really should be more creative."

He remained silent for a moment, his eyes trained on the floor, then slowly turning mg direction, his guilty eyes soon turning into a glare.

"Oh look." He spat in my face, "You were smart enough to figure it out. Good for you. Want a cookie?"

"Spit in my face again and I'll lay your ass out." I shot at him.

"Oh, aren't you bad?" He commented

"The baddest bitch livin." I shot at him, "Get it right. I wouldn't expect you to understand."

"If this is your excuse of an argument, then I've already won." He shot at me, "And as far as I'm concerned, I've won Seth too."

"See, what makes you different from AJ is that you're completely and utterly delusion. And AJ was pretty damn delusional." I told him, "Seth has barely given you the time of day let alone touched you. You can't talk shit because you haven't done shit."

"I can talk shit because I am the shit." He spat at me again.

"What the fuck did I say about spitting on me?" I growled at him and he only smirked.

"Have you see me Dean?" He asked while crossing his arms, "I could have anybody I want whenever I wanted them. If I wanted you, I could have you. If I wanted your dumb blonde friend, I could have her. If I wanted Seth, could have him."

"That dumb blonde friend is about to beat your pretty little face in." I commented with a laugh, "Finn. Baby boy. Let me explain something to you. A pretty face is great, but an ugly attitude breaks the deal."

"Seth Rollins." I continued, "Colby Lopez. The love of my life. The man of my dreams. My rock. The peanut butter to my Nutella. The cake to my ice cream. The butter to my bread. The light of my life, is not interested in you. I don't question that anymore. I firmly believe he can learn from his past mistakes, and he damn sure wouldn't make a mistake again. You can fool the entire locker room, you can fool the higher ups, and you can fool the entire WWE Universe with your little innocent act, but I see right through that and he can to. And if he can't then I'll show him."

"You're a somebody Finn." I told him, "But to Seth freakin Rollins, you're nobody special."

He glared at me. Hard. I'm sure if looks could kill I'd be 6 feet under and then some.

"And think you're somebody special to him?" He shot at me.

"To him?" I asked with a laugh as I backed up slowly, "Yeah. Yeah I do. I think I'm really special."

"You're special but not man enough to settle this like a real man?" He questioned as I continued to back towards the wall.

"Y'know Finn I pity you." I comment as I leaned against the wall again, "It must be something to stoop so low just to try and get noticed, then come up short and fail. Do I wanna fight you? No, I wanna do more than that. I wanna put you on the injured list. I wanna retire you right here in this damn room, and truth be told, I could. I could risk getting suspended. I could risk losing my job. I could risk never wrestling another day in my life. That's honestly a risk I'd take."

"So why don't you take it?" He shot at me with a cold laugh, "Don't just talk tough, Ambrose."

"Who me?" I asked, "Oh I'd never. As much as I would love to beat your ass, I can't. I made a promise I wouldn't. Oh but don't worry. I have a replacement. I'm sure they won't hurt you as bad too."

"What the hell are you talking about-" he began to say, only to stop seconds later when the door swung open.

"I gotta bone to break on you Balor!" Renee shouted as light filled the room.

"Looks like my replacement is here." I commented with a small smile, "How ya doin Renee?"

"I'm about to deliver a round house to his fucking face." She commented dangerously while popping her neck, "Close the door Roman. This ain't gonna be pretty."

I gave a small smile back in Finns direction as I walked towards the door and Renee walked closer to him, "Have fun."

"Make sure she doesn't kill him... or herself." I spoke quietly to Roman as I walked out of the room.

"You're not gonna stick around?" He asked and I shook my head.

"Nah." I commented, "Got someone I'm gonna go see."

He gave a small smirk, "He's waiting around the corner."

I gave a small nod then jumped at the sound of Renee screaming, then something crashing and Finn letting out a yelp.

Roman grumbled a few words before closing the door and I smirked to myself as I walked down the hall and around the corner.

"Hey." I greeted as passed by Seth who was leaning against the wall.

"Hey." He commented as he pushed himself off the wall and quickly caught up with me, "You alright?"

"Yeah." I commented with a smile.

"What's with the smile?" He questioned with a small laugh, "What'd you do?"

"Nothing." I said with a shrug, "Absolutely nothing. I didn't even touch him. I don't know, it just..."

"It's just what?" He asked me softly as he wrapped his fingers around mine.

'Well?' I questioned myself.

Truth be told, it was a feeling I couldn't describe.

I was happy. I was more than happy.

Not just because an asshole was getting what he deserved, but because of who I had with me.

I had Roman. He always been there through the good and the bad. Thick and thin. Even when he couldn't decided his own feelings for me, he was still there. Yes he messed up, but he was confused and unsure of himself. I can't stay mad at him forever. He's been too good to me.

I had Renee. As crazy as she is, I love her and I know she can say the same for me. She's crazy overprotective and I'm sure she needs to be checked into some sort of asylum, but without her my life would be missing something huge. She's essential to my existence.

And then there was Seth. He was my absolute everything. Is he stupid? Yeah, but do I love him? Yes. And I can't stop. That's why I put myself through all this bullshit. I don't wanna leave him. I can't imagine myself doing so, ever.

"I'm just..." I pause again, "ecstatic."

"Ecstatic?" He questioned with a small laugh.

"Yeah cause I'm a little more than happy." I commented as we walked out of the building.

"A little?" He questioned as he raised my hand to his lips and placed a small kiss on it.

I simply hummed as we walked towards the parking lot, "So I was thinking that the wedding colors can be a satin red and black. Or maybe grey and turquoise. White is so basic and tradition and pure and innocent. I mean, both of us know damn well that we aren't pure and we're both about as traditional as a brick. I'm sure God wouldn't mind us wearing black right? Right."

He gave a slight laugh as he squeezed my hand, "I'll wear anything you want as long as you're standing next to me."

"You'll show up in your trunks?"

"I'll have to shave my legs again. If I'm doing that then I might as well wear a leotard."

"Bet. Tell Roman to bring the wings. We'll have a costume party Wedding. 3 Beyoncé in this bitch."

***
it's officially over
ambrollins has finally found their happy ending.
I really do hope you guys enjoyed this story. Thank you so much for the outstanding support and love you have shown for it.
Peace and Reigns ❤️

Y'all know DAMN well this is not how I end my stories.
Oh no ma'am and sir IM NOT DONE WITH YALL YET.

we got one more chapter bitches. imma flip your world.

probably not but oh whale.