A/N: So even though I'm still in the progress of a South Park fanfic, all of the lovely support I've received over my last two Wrestling AUs made me want to write another one. So... Here!

Note: I am not American, so I apologise for accidentally using British slang or get anything inaccurate involving laws and the educational system.

If you see anything wrong involving this, I'll appreciate it if you told me, but please be gentle as I am a sensitive human being... *laughs then cries*

Chapter warnings: Some violence (I don't think it is as heavy as I've written before) and homophobic insults.

Anyway, enjoy!

Unwanted Turn

Chapter One - Going Downhill

Striving for greatness was something which Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins had both aimed for ever since they were children. Though it was partly in the aspect of achieving their goals as they climbed up the ladder to their success, it was also because they never wanted to be the kind of people who spent their weekdays just waiting for the weekend, they didn't want to struggle. In short, they aimed to be happy. Preferably, being happy together would be best, but of course, no one could predict the future. You never know what could be waiting around the corner.

Dean and Seth had known each other ever since the sixth grade. Though you wouldn't expect it from his much more outgoing attitude nowadays, Seth used to be very quiet as a child, choosing to keep to himself rather than talk to any of his classmates. That slowly began to change, however, when Dean had dragged his best friend, Roman Reigns, over to the lonesome Seth and started chattering away as though they had been friends for years. After that day, Seth became a part of their friendship naturally, and even though there were many 'third-wheeling' jokes as time went on, he was a part of them and felt like he had been friends with them since elementary.

Then the years flew by, and soon enough, they were in high school. This was when the light-hearted jokes regarding Seth's sexuality started. It was something which Dean and Roman noticed a long time before their friend did, and they tried to get Seth to realise (and accept it). Some people tried to say that they 'forced' Seth's sexuality on him, but that was completely untrue. It was as simple as someone not realising how much they like a colour – they could think that their favourite colour was red, but someone noticed how much of a different colour they wore. So many people don't realise what they like until someone helps them to. This was how Seth figured out he was gay. His two best friends found it very easy to spot Seth's lack of interest of the opposite gender, but his much bigger interest in the same gender.

Dean, however, didn't need any guidance to work out that he wasn't straight, but bisexual. As someone who had always been bold, he naturally wasn't hesitant at all to make it known. And when it was known, Seth had been thrilled, for he realised that perhaps the crush he had on Dean could possibility work out. And work out it did; in the tenth grade, their relationship began.

All of their other friends (especially Roman) couldn't have been more supportive, and it was from that moment that they thought their lives couldn't possibly get any better. Their grades (after Seth scolded Dean about not studying enough) were high, their friends were amazing, and when they applied for their colleges, they were both able to get into one they had dreamed about going to together ever since middle school. It was even better alongside Roman and his girlfriend, Kaitlyn.

Both coming from dysfunctional families, it was hard to imagine that they could be so joyful. But, they were both too stubborn to let that stop them from building an amazing future for themselves.

They were strong, and nothing could possibly come between them.

"Seth, how the hell did you get so good at bowling?"

"Well, Kaitlyn, I honestly don't know… Being great at things comes naturally, I guess."

"You learnt from me, and then bam, you're beating everyone else," Dean huffed, folding his arms. "I find that completely unfair. I'd say you're just lucky. Or a cheater."

"Come on, don't be like that," Seth laughed, squeezing one of his hands through Dean's arms so he could hold onto one of them.

"You know, I think he might have a point," Roman said, grinning.

"Yeah, you couldn't have possibly played that well without cheating," Kaitlyn added.

"I thought you'd be on my side. First you betray me by dying over the blonde, now this… I am hurt."

"Don't be so over-dramatic. And will you ever let the hair thing go?"

"Nope, he won't," Dean chuckled. "The day he lost his two-toned twin was a horrid one. Speaking of which..."

The hand which didn't belong to the arm that Seth wasn't hanging onto reached up to Seth's hair to run through the few blond strands on one side.

"You really need to redo that, Sethie. Those poor bits of blonde are hanging on there for dear life."

"Yeah, yeah, I know that already. It takes effort, you know. And don't call me 'Sethie'."

"But it's cute..." Dean squeezed Seth's cheek, smirking at how unamused he looked. "Just like you. Fucking adorable."

"I'm not cute."

"Yes, you are. Cute and tiny."

"I'm not even small anymore! I'm almost the same size as you!"

"Just so precious."

"I will murder you."

"Do you ever just feel like that you're a third-wheel, even if you're with me?" Roman asked, raising an eyebrow at Kaitlyn.

"All the time. These two make that possible."

"Hey, we're not that bad," Dean said, raising his free hand into the air.

"Yes, you are."

This wasn't the first time that they had had these kind of conversations. Though they did have their own dates, the four of them weren't complete romance types (especially not Dean and Seth), and a lot of the time preferred to go out as a group to just have some fun. Sure, they liked doing something romantic just by themselves every now and then, but they didn't like to overdo it and when it came to Dean and Seth, they were much more fond of being intimate behind closed doors rather than go out to restaurants together every week.

Roman and Kaitlyn were very similar, but they were a little more romantic than the other two. Kaitlyn was someone AJ, a good friend of Dean's who soon joined their circle of friends, introduced them to. Her bold and less girly attitude (just like AJ) was admired by Roman immediately, and it didn't take very long for them to get along. They were as equally pleased as Dean and Seth when they had both been accepted into the same college, and were also just as happy generally. Roman came from a large family, with a few siblings and many cousins, and the household was felt like Dean and Seth's true family. Though Seth was incredibly nervous the first time he went round for dinner and a sleepover, with Dean as well, he soon felt right at home and everyone made him feel comfortable.

The two couples walked for another five minutes until Roman and Kaitlyn arrived at their bus stop. With a wave from both of them and a 'leave him able to walk tomorrow' by a smirking Kaitlyn, Dean and Seth carried on walking down the street.

"So how long do you think it'll take Roman to propose to her?" Dean asked, lazily resting his arm on Seth's shoulders.

"I'd say not long, but we both know that he's going to get all shy about it," Seth grinned, before poking Dean in the chest. "And what about you, eh? You're turning 21 this year. Knowing you and your capability of forgetting things, I'd have to give you at least a decade once you decide to propose."

"Come on, I'm not going to be that bad. Once we're out of college, I'm going to treat you to a Haribo ring and propose to you while you're all grumpy in the morning."

"If you do that it'll be your fault if I kick you in the face."

"Fuck… Okay, maybe I won't."

"Scared of me, Ambrose?"

He laughed when Dean simply flipped him off in reply. After he did so, he peered at his watch. His eyes widened.

"Shit, I have an interview in that pub in a few minutes. We lasted longer in there than I thought."

He removed his arm from Seth's shoulders, looking a little guilty.

"You wouldn't mind if I didn't walk back with you to the apartment, would you? I'll be late otherwise."

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Are you-"

"Yes, Dean," Seth chuckled. "You know perfectly well that I can take care of myself."

"You know, it's just because I'm really disappointed," Dean sighed, a small smirk growing on his face. "You're wearing those really nice jeans and I can't even do anything about it..."

"Maybe next time. Go on, you asshole, we need that money."

Dean cupped Seth's face with his hands to give him a quick kiss on the lips before he broke out into a jog as he crossed the street. Seth then placed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, and walked through the streets.

Dean and Seth had decided a while ago that they wanted to live in an apartment rather than in the dormitories, simply because they wanted privacy. Luckily, it wasn't very far away, and he only had another ten minutes to walk.

He gazed up at the sky for a few moments, admiring the stars. He loved quiet nights like this, where all he could hear was the breeze blowing gently past his ears. It was calming, peaceful, and actually made part of him glad to be on his own. Privacy on nights like this was something he had always appreciated.

A frown was quick to grow on his face when his head titled back down and his eyes fell back onto the path in front of him. Two tall men were blocking the sidewalk, hoods thrown over their heads, but Seth could make out their eyes weren't looking directly at him, but rather, just past his shoulders. Silently thankful over how observant he could be, he spun his leg round behind him, hitting the man he had predicted to be there right in the stomach. When he bent over, Seth rose his right elbow and landed it right in between the man's shoulders, only just being able to turn around and block an incoming punch from one of the two other men who had been blocking his way. His right leg swung round the man who had thrown the punch and kicked him behind the knees, making him gasp in pain and land onto them. But, his defending didn't last any longer than that before the third man grabbed onto Seth's arms from behind, and that was when he first felt the strength that these men possessed.

He tried not to panic and kicked out when the smallest of the three, the one he had kicked in the stomach, pulled himself off the floor grunting and made his way over to Seth, but the kicks were futile as soon as a punch to his jaw left him feeling dazed. He spat out the blood in his mouth and locked eyes with the man, narrowing them when their gaze met and didn't look away when one of his arms were grabbed by another.

"What the fuck do you want?" he questioned, managing to keep his voice collected and bold even though he thought his heart was going to beat right out of his chest.

There was no reply as his messenger bag was yanked over his head, and was immediately searched through. Seth was livid – how dare they think it was fine for them to rob him?

"There's not even much in there, you're wasting your time."

The silence from the man continued as he rummaged under Seth's jacket which had been squeezed in there.

"Found anything, Bray?" the man holding Seth's right arm said.

"Not really, I'm just looking for his wallet."

A grin grew on his face as he held up what he was looking for, "Found it," he said as he unzipped it. He grabbed the dollar notes inside, whistling. "You've got a fair bit in here, kiddo."

"I need-"

He was interrupted by a blow to the stomach which made him lose his breath. His chin was then grabbed in one hand by Bray as he was forced to look into the bearded man's eyes.

"Shut the fuck up, fag," he spat, his breath an awful smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Ah, so he saw the kiss, did he? The word didn't even affect Seth one bit; he had gotten used to homophobic remarks. "Unless you really want to be in trouble."

He winced when the grip on his face tightened, before feeling relief as it was released. Bray went back to searching every last square inch of the bag. Holding up a Swiss army knife from a zipped pocket inside the bag, he grinned.

"Maybe you should've kept this in your pocket," he commented, flicking up the knife as he slid it down Seth's cheek, who gulped as he did so. "It can't really be used for self-defence if it's in your bag, can it?"

"Maybe I hadn't expected by people who can't find any other way to get money except rob some normal guy who was just innocently walking down the street and has actually done something with his life."

Big mistake. The knife being pressed against his cheek swiftly sliced the skin, and that act seemed tiny when he was spun round by the two nameless men holding him and a knee dug roughly into his stomach. Several hits later, he was on the ground, and Bray was crouching down by him, tutting as he twirled the knife in between his fingers.

"You sure are a cocky one, aren't you?" he asked, raising a hand when the tallest of the three slammed his foot into Seth's ribs, undoubtedly cracking a few. The pain he was feeling was the most he had ever felt, and he immediately regretted acting so confidently. Perhaps if he hadn't grown into such a bold person, he wouldn't have dared to act so cockily. The old Seth – someone much more timid and careful – would probably have gotten away from this in one piece. Maybe without a couple of belongings and a broken nose, but not quite in the state he was going to be in once this was over. If he actually survived, that is. "And normal? You're calling yourself normal? You're going round fucking other guys, how is that normal?"

Several more kicks to his already damaged stomach proved just how abnormal these men thought Seth was. Perhaps he had also struck a nerve… Or maybe this guy was just crazy. Either way, Seth's mind was still spinning out of control, and he was clueless as to how he was still conscious.

"Get up," Seth heard, sounding as though it was from a distance. "I said get up!"

Seth could only manage to get himself up shakily on his knees. A hand grabbed his knotted hair, pulling him onto his feet.

"Grab his phone, Luke, I can see it in his pocket."

He barely felt the fingers dig into his pocket to remove the desired item; his mind was far too distracted by his beaten body and his dizziness.

"Why must scum like you be the ones to be able to afford this kind of shit?" Bray hissed, the hand still gripping Seth's hair tightening. "You're disgusting."

'Not as disgusting as you…' Seth thought to himself. Or at least, he believed that he had simply thought of those words. A sudden blow to the side of his head suggested that maybe he had managed to speak them out loud.

The pain was excruciating – that had to have done some kind of damage. The voices of the three men seemed even more distant, and he was barely even able to hear them over the sound of the ringing in his ears. He could barely make out two women crossing the road warily, or were they actually there? The blurriness of his vision made him doubt the things he was seeing.

And then, just as he realised he was going to pass out, he was pulled to the side and his head was slammed against a brick wall next to him. Darkness was the only thing left after that.

A/N: Wow, I always treat Seth so nicely...

Ahem, thank you for reading! Any reviews would be lovely, of course, as I love hearing feedback. It is also my birthday so...? *blinks at you cutely*

Hopefully you enjoyed it, and I shall try and update before I go on holiday next Monday. Until then!