"We killed it man!" Dolph cheered as he and Dean walked through the curtain. "Match of the night right there!"

"You know it." Dean agreed, smiling.

Their Summerslam match just ended, Dean successfully retaining the WWE World title against the Showoff. They gave everything into the match, throwing everything they could into it. Crowd received it well, given they were tired from the Cena/Styles match some time before theirs. Crowd didn't wake up from the Tag title match either to be fair.

"Thanks for the amazing match man." Dean continued as they reached the locker room.

"Same to you. Maybe we can have round two at Wrestlmania?"

"Would be honored. Still not beating me." Dean laughed, earning a playfully punch in the shoulder from Dolph.

"We'll see about that." The Showoff smirked back.

As the two were getting changed into their street clothes, Dean heard his phone chime, signaling a text. He dug through his bag for it, eyes widening as he saw who it was that texted him.

Ro

Meet me in my hotel room after the show. We need to talk.

Roman? Why was he texting him? The two haven't spoken since after Battleground, when Roman ended their two-year relationship.

Dean still remembers what happened that night. The Samoan charged into the locker room after the show and just started fighting the champion, throwing him into the lockers and a nearby wall by his throat, punching at him mindlessly. After some of the guys pried him off of the Lunatic, he screamed, "We're done!"

Dean was devastated. He thought he and Roman were good. They stayed strong when Seth betrayed the Shield two years ago and continued to grow closer. He thought Roman would keep his promise to never leave him.

Boy was he wrong.

Roman ended up like the rest of them, throwing him like trash when they got what they wanted from him.

He never did explain his reasons. Dean tried texting and calling him, wanting some kind of explanation on why. But Roman cut him off, then the draft split them up and that was that.

Until now.

"Something up Deano?"

Dean looked up to see Dolph staring at him with a concerned face.

"…Roman texted me…"

"Roman? What does he want?"

"Has he not caused enough trouble?"

Both men turned to see AJ Styles stroll into the room, already in his street clothes of jeans and a t-shirt.

Almost everyone of both rosters saw what happened that night. Dean more or less breaking like glass, Roman angry and smoke practically coming out of his ears. It was horrible.

For a while, he wasn't talking for going out with the roster after a show. Just doing his job then go to the hotel room to sleep. He wasn't himself, it was painful to watch someone like Dean visibly breaking.

Practically the entire Smackdown roster worked very hard to cheer Dean up, to make him feel whole again.

"He…wants to meet with me…and talk."

"About what?"

"I don't know, it didn't say much else."

"What are you going to do?" Dolph asked.

"I…I don't know. I mean, this could be my chance to get answers. To learn why he left me, why he broke his promise to me."

"I will never leave you Dean. I'm not like Seth, I won't turn my back on you. I promise."

Were you lying then Ro?

"But you'll have to face him again." Dolph noted.

"..Yeah…"

"Here's my thought." AJ started, walking up to the destressed blonde, "You need to know why he did what he did right? You'll never be able to move on without getting that thought out of your mind. You need that clarity, so I think it's a good idea to go and see him. Getting the answers you need to truly move on."

"…You're right.."

"Plus, if things get uncomfortable, text either me or Dolph and we'll bail you out. You're not going into this alone."

"Y-You guys wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all." Dolph smiled. "We got your back on this man."

Dean smiles, "…Alright. I'll tell him I'll go see him. Just hope it goes well."

Dean took a deep breath as he looked at Roman's hotel room door. After the show, he dropped his things off in him and AJ's room then headed over to Roman's. AJ wished him well and to text him when he got there.

What was he a kid?

As much as he's slightly annoyed by the Phenomenal One's parental mode, it did make him feel good, knowing that someone cared and was worried about him.

He sent the text to AJ that he was at the room, and got a quick response back.

AJ

Alright. Good luck and remember to text me or Dolph if things turn ugly.

Dean chuckled a little at the text. He does sound like a mother, goes with the hairstyle.

He took a deep breath as he slipped the phone in his pocket and went to knock, but noticed the door was open at a crack. Throwing caution to the wind, he slowly opened the door and entered the room. He was surprised to see it dark, no lights at all.

Not like Roman.

"Roman?" he questioned as he searched the room. The light from the hall helped a little, but it soon gone when the door slammed behind him, making him jump.

"Roman? You in here?" he tried again, trying to hide the panic in his voice.

He didn't like the dark, never did as a kid and still didn't as an adult. His mother would always lock him in his closet whenever she had a man over. It was dark and small and he hated it. To this day, he hates being trapped in small spaces and the dark, they always terrified him.

He tried to find a light switch, but to no avail.

"Come on! This isn't funny!"

He soon found one, but before turning it on, a hand grabbed his wrist in a tight grip. Dean tried freeing himself, but nothing worked. The next thing he knew, he was shoved to the ground, trapped beneath whoever this person was.

"Hey!" he shouted, punching the person in the chest with his free hand, until both were held next to his head. "Let me go! The fuck is going on?!"

"Awww, little hero in trouble?"