A/N: Even after my heart is still racing from The Shield's match tonight, I decided to secretly drop the sequel to Underneath It All, Broken, like I'm Beyonce or some ish. Enjoy :-)

Disclaimer: I only own my OC's and nobody else. Because trust me, if I owned Roman I would rather act out the smut scenes instead of write them. :-)

Alexandria wiped the tears that trailed down her face with her jittery hand as she swiped through the picture gallery on her cell phone. It amazed her how pictures could be so deceiving. She looked so happy with Wesley during the photo shoot that her parents scheduled to commemorate their engagement. Wesley was the ideal fiancee for Alexandria: he was a young up and coming Georgia senator that many felt would eventually follow in the footsteps of President Obama. He also had the perfect movie star good looks to match his success. He was the perfect complement to Alexandria, who was the prototypical Southern Belle: prim, proper, and sweet. She was well mannered and never raised her voice at anyone and knew how to support Wesley in all of his endeavors. The two of them appeared that they were made specifically for each other and many of her friends predicted that they would be together until they grew old and grey. Wesley and Alexandria were the picture perfect couple that made many women envy the 25 year old as they wished they were in her shoes.

Too bad Alexandria wasn't so sure if she wanted to be in the position she was in herself.

As Alexandria sat on the plane that she hopped on early that morning to escape Georgia, her bloodshot eyes hidden behind her designer sunglasses, she tried to determine when things started to change. Throughout her life, Alexandria always did anything in her power to please those she cared about ranging from her parents to Wesley. That was why she went to Howard, the same college her parents attended when they were younger. Her heart was set on pursuing a career in contemporary dance that would eventually lead her opening her own dance studio down in Georgia. However, she ultimately abandoned that dream and majored in Accounting, the same field of study her parents chose. That was what they thought was best for her so she followed their advice to please them. She always did things they wanted her to do and never complained or tried to rebel against them. She was the model daughter.

Things seemed to become worse once she began dating Wesley. Instead of urging their daughter to continue building her own career, Alexandria's parents encouraged her to surrender her quest for independence and transform into the perfect Southern housewife. Once again, she didn't put up a fight and eventually ditched the power suits for the frilly and modest summer dresses she wore while hanging off of Wesley's arm at different charity and social events. She became his trophy. His own personal porcelain doll. Alexandria quickly learned that it was Wesley's job to build a life for the both of them doing what he loved while she reaped the benefits and gave up her own dreams with a smile plastered on her face.

But as time trickled by, she became tired of being Wesley's arm candy and yearned for her own identity. As the wedding date inched closer and closer, the more Alexandria started to panic as she felt herself crumble under the pressure of becoming the perfect Southern belle wife. She wondered if this was really for her. Was she really prepared for a life of being the Stepford wife of a politician without any distinctive personality of her own? Could she handle having to plaster fake smile after fake smile on her beautiful facial features as she attended different political and philanthropic events that bored her beyond tears? The more she thought about, Alexandria realized that she wasn't quite sure if she was ready to accept that lifestyle. She wanted to live her own life and make her own decisions, not the life that was created for her by her parents and her fiance. But she knew Wesley, nor her parents, would understand. So she did the only logical thing she could do.

She ran and never looked back.

An exasperated sigh escaped Dean Ambrose's lips as he hobbled slowly down the corridor. He watched as his coworkers bypassed him and averted their gaze, not wanting to lock eyes with him. They acted as if he was damaged and diseased and didn't want to have anything to do with him. Not that he could blame them.

It had been a little over four months since his misdeeds were revealed to everybody at Roman's birthday party. Since then, the backlash that Dean endured was intense. Not only did Roman cut off all ties with him, but so did Seth. Seth considered Roman like a brother so when Roman was hurt by Dean's betrayal, so was he. His trust in Dean completely evaporated and there was no telling if the two men would ever be able to forgive Dean.

Not only did he lose his two friends, but everybody backstage tended to avoid him as well. It was as if Roman had some sort of spell over them but Dean knew at the end of the day he couldn't blame anybody but himself. People truly saw him for who he was and didn't want to associate themselves with him, afraid that his reputation would rub off on them. Maybe that's why Summer Rae left the company. She was unable to handle the venomous stares people tossed her way and couldn't handle the many hushed whispers she heard whenever she walked down the corridor. So instead she got the hell out of dodge and fell off the face of the Earth.

But that wasn't Dean Ambrose's style. He wasn't the one to run. And never would be.

So he stayed with the company. He told himself he would focus on his career and continue to be a loner. He was used to that kind of lifestyle anyway before he came to the WWE. Maybe being by himself was exactly what he needed. He could eliminate the distractions and focus on his dream which ironically is what motivated him to stab his best friend in the back and end up alone.

However, a certain foe named karma had something else in mind.

Dean still cringed when he thought about it. It was a simple bump during the match when his knee completely buckled. Dean remembered crumpling to the mat in pain, fear settling inside his heart the moment he knew something was completely wrong. Dean wasn't a religious man but as he was being loaded into the ambulance he prayed to God that the injury wasn't career ending. Sure he had been in some brutal matches in the independent circuit. But for some reason he got a sickening feeling in his gut that this was different. Wrestling was the only thing worthwhile remaining in his life and he couldn't afford to lose it too. He knew he made mistakes in his life but he hoped that God wasn't using this to punish him.

Luckily, God answered his prayers.

Instead of his career being ended prematurely, Dean was out of action for the next few months with an ACL tear. The news was a bit of relief to him but he knew that the road to recovery both physically and professionally would be tough. At the time of his injury, Dean was hitting his stride as a mid card heel. This was a role he thrived in and he knew he could excel at and he couldn't wait to show the WWE Universe along with management what he was capable of.

While Dean was satisfied his injury wasn't serious, he quickly became uncertain about his future with WWE. He wasn't sure if he could jump back in where he left off. Anything could occur that could prevent that from happening: he could have a setback during therapy, creative could struggle to find a storyline for him, management could lose faith in him and demote him, or an up and comer could take his spot. The more he thought about it, the more depressed and withdrawn Dean became. He became snippier and wasn't the same goofy, cynical man that everybody had came to know. He didn't have any friends to comfort him and he currently didn't have a career to immerse himself, forcing himself to listen to the doubts that continuously played in his head.

His career as he knew it was over.

He had no friends.

He was alone.

But worst of all, he was broken.

A/N: Let the record show, I'm not really of fan of myself writing sequels. But after some thought, I decided to step outside of my comfort zone and write it. It may be as good as the prequel and it may not be. But hey at least I can say I tried. I'll be updating on a WEEKLY basis so hopefully this can hold you over until next week! My first Dean Ambrose fic. Let's see how this goes. R&R :-)