Hi There Everyone! Welcome to my Dean Ambrose/OC story! Just a few words before we get into the story! This story is pretty much Keyfabe, there are some things that I'm changing. Another thing is that this will be following the history of WWE starting on Monday Night Raw 1/27/14. I hope you enjoy!

Monday Night Raw: January 27, 2014

Edited 2/5/2020

Chapter One

Her nerves were racing, and the sounds of her heart beats were deafening in her ears. This was it. This was the moment that she had been preparing herself for over the last few weeks. Angel Miles was about to show her face on live television for the first time ever, on WWE's Monday Night Raw.

No, she wasn't going out to fight, for she wasn't a Diva; she was the newest reporter of the WWE. And even though she had followed around the well-known WWE reporter Renee Young for the last week to learn the job; she couldn't feel less ready.

Standing in the area just outside the curtains to the stage, or as its better known as 'the gorilla', she waited for the match that was going on right now between; John Cena, Sheamus, Daniel Bryan and the Shield to end. That was her cue to go out to the ring for her one on one interview with the Viper himself, Randy Orton. Where she was going to talk about his victory over John Cena last night at the Royal Rumble.

Going over her notes one last time, the TV in the gorilla caught her eye. She looked up at the thing just in time to see a tag being made between the Shield members Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose.

And just like that, all thoughts about the pending interview fled her mind as she watched Dean step into the ring while Seth continued to wail on Sheamus. The two men dressed in all black switched positions and Dean started stomping on the man lying on the mat, while Seth was shooed from the ring by the ref.

A slight smile came to her face as she watched Dean pull Sheamus up and drag him over to the ropes. Ever since she was little she had watched WWE and she couldn't help getting caught up in the matches. Like I am right now…She sighed to herself.

She should be preparing more for her interview not watching as Dean placed Sheamus against the ropes, with his arms draped over the top one, before he started to wail on the man again. But she couldn't tear her eyes away as Dean took off towards the ropes, using them to come barreling back towards Sheamus; who had already got himself up off the ropes and was making his way towards Dean. The two met in the middle of the ring and Sheamus hit Dean with a clothesline.

It was now Sheamus's turn to control the match as he dragged Dean up off the mat by the head and held him against his hip. The crowd cheered as Sheamus's eyes locked on his teammate Daniel Bryan, who was nodding his head and holding out his hand for a tag. When 'The Celtic Warrior' tagged in the 'Yes Man' the fans went wild.

Not showing a bit of hesitation, Daniel ducked into the ring and went right for his fan favorite rapid high kicks or the 'Yes Kicks' as they were known through the WWE Universe.

Angel couldn't help but cringed as Daniel threw Dean cross the ring toward the turnbuckles before hitting him with a running drop kick. Ouch.

"Miss Miles." A voice from behind her drew her from the match on the TV. Turning around, she saw a member of the WWE production crew standing there with a clipboard in his hands.

"Yes?" She tried to smile at the man, but he didn't even look up from his clipboard.

"Just checking to see if you're ready to go out?"

Ready to go out? On live TV? Not in the slightest. "Yeah, I'm good to go." She lied as she gripped the mic she was holding in her hand as tight as she possibly could.

"Good." The man nodded his head. "Do you have your earpiece?" He said finally looked up at her, or rather looked through her.

Reaching up, Angel touched the small piece of plastic that was resting in her ear. "I do."

"Good, I'll be the one to give you your cue as soon as the fight is over." He said looking back down at the clipboard.

A yell from the TV caught her attention once more. Roman Reigns, the third member of the Shield was now in the ring with John Cena and had just delivered a Superman Punch to the side of the man's face.

And just like that she was caught up in the fight once more. She watched as Roman went for his signature spear, only for John Cena to moved out of the way just in time, sending Roman through the ropes and into the barriers that separated the audience from the fight.

She gritted her teeth as she watched Roman slowly get up off the ground, he was bending and unbending his right leg and the announcer Jerry "The King" Lawler confirmed what she feared. "Reigns might have hurt his knee."

Limping, Roman made his way back into the ring. As soon as he got his footing once again, he ran at the stumbling Cena and knocked him to the ground with an elbow to the chest. When Cena kicked out of the cover, Roman grabbed the him by his wrists and dragged him back towards the Shield's corner. Making a tag to Dean Ambrose.

Still holding Cena's arm, Roman watched as Dean made his way back into the ring, winding up for the hit. The United States Champion smashed his fist into John Cena's side before Roman let go of the man, letting him drop to his hands and knees.

She watched as Dean laid out Cena's hand, and instinctively cringed as he stamped down on it, making Cena yell out in pain. This is brutal. She thought as she watched Dean dance around the ring in front of Cena before landing a huge hit.

"This guy is nuts."

"Yeah he's weird."

"Yeah he's out there."

She barely heard the announcers talk about Dean Ambrose as he threw Cena across the ring. The force of the throw sent him toppling over onto the mat, and she couldn't help but chuckle. Though that didn't keep the 'eccentric' man down, he hopped back up onto his feet just in time for the camera to zoom in on his face to catch as he let out a yell.

"What's up now?!" Her eyes locked onto those battle crazed blue eyes as they stared at Cena like a wolf staring at its prey. She could see why everyone called him the crazy one. There was definitely something in those eyes, something wild and untamed.

Bending down, Dean pulled Cena to his feet. Though when he went to throw the man into the corner once again, Cena countered the move and it was Dean who was sent into the turnbuckles; knocking him backwards. Angel could see pain ripple through the man as he made it back to his knees and over to tap out to Seth.

Seth and Cena continued the match, but her eyes stayed locked on Dean as he pulled himself under the bottom rope and out of the ring. She leaned forward to get a better look at the man but the camera quickly whipped back to the action to see Seth dragging Cena back towards the Shield's corner by the ankle.

Her eyes widened as she noticed what was happening behind the struggle, Dean Ambrose was already making his way back up to the apron. She couldn't believe that he was already good and rearing to go. Not after the hit he had just taken.

The camera changed once again, and she found herself watching as Cena fought his way back towards his corner. The man was able just within finger reach of his team, when Seth stopped him by grabbing him by the foot. Giving one good pull on Cena's leg, pulling him back a bit; Seth quickly made his way over to the corner and pushed Daniel Bryan off the apron. Once Daniel was out of the way, Seth gave Cena a quick kick making him roll even farther away from his team.

Seth's eyes then locked on Sheamus for a moment, before a small smirk appeared on his face and he taunted the man with his own gimmick. Anger instantly filled the Irishmen's face as he ducked under the ropes, ready to attack. Both the ref and Daniel stopped the Celtic Warrior. Using the distraction, Seth threw Cena into the Shield's corner and started to wail on the man like no tomorrow. Only to tag out to Dean when finally the ref realized what was going on.

As the ref counted for Seth to get out of the ring, he and Dean grabbed Cena and flipped him up for a Double Suplex.

As soon as the man hit the mat, Seth rolled out of the ring and Dean went for the cover, only to get hit in the face when Cena kicked out. Dean didn't miss a beat however, he grabbed Cena and put him into a submission hold; stretching Cena's left arm backwards, across his knee, while his other hand pushed against the man's chin.

Come on tap. Angel found herself cheering for the Shield. Which didn't surprise her, ever since they debuted, she like the team's style and the way they always worked together. They had quickly become some of her favorite wrestlers to watch. Though it did make her feel bad about rooting against the man that she grew up watching; John Cena. He was also one of her favorites, had been since she was younger; yet there was just something about the Shield that she couldn't help but be in their corner.

Cena didn't tap out. No, he somehow fought to get to his feet, forcing Dean to change to a sleeper hold. After a few moments of trying to fight this hold, Cena hooked his arms around Dean's legs and stood up with him still hanging on; Dean was literally piggyback riding Cena while trying to put him out.

A yell echoed through the TV, as Cena found the strength to run himself backwards into the turnbuckles, smashing Dean between him and them. Though the move got Cena free, he didn't make it back to his corner before Dean came back around and gave him a nice good knee to the stomach. Not wasting anytime Dean rushed over, picked Cena up by the head and delivered a Snap DDT.

Cover him! Angel jumped up and down in front of the TV, as she watched Dean go for the cover. Cena kicked out.

Grunting in frustration, her eyes landed back onto Dean, who was on his knees in the middle of the ring. Something was changing in his face; his eyes grew darker and his body started to twitch. There was almost a manic look to all of his movements as he brought his hand up to rub his shoulder as he locked his eyes onto Cena.

Unable to take her eye away from the man, she watched as he made his way to his feet, running his tongue around on the inside of his mouth. She could see as anger rippled through him, blinding him as he stalked over to John Cena.

Cena used that rage to his advantage as he quickly got his feet, and scooped Dean up for an AA.

Angel gripped the mic as Cena sent Dean smashing into the mat. However, neither man could make anything of the hit, as they were both laid sprawled out on the mat. They were both in a bind and needed out of there.

Which both men knew. Dean rolled across the mat towards his teammates, while behind him Cena leaped towards his. Almost at the same time, both men made a tag. Making it Seth Rollins and Daniel Bryan's turn to headed into the fray.

"Miss Miles," Angel jumped as a hand landed on her shoulder. "We need you to get in position."

"Oh sorry." She gave a final glance back to the TV before walking towards the curtain. Though she couldn't see what was going on, she could hear the commotion of the fight that was happening out just passed the curtain. What was happening? Who was hitting who? She couldn't tell. She could only hear the crowd chanting 'yes.'

Curious, she tried her hardest to take sneak peeks to see what was going on, but she couldn't see the ring from her spot. What's going on out there? It sounded like an intense fight.

And that's when it happened. The light cut out and the Wyatt 'family' theme song cut through the arena. The Wyatts? This isn't good. Angel shook her head as she dared to take a slight step backwards just in time for the lights to go back up.

Her eyes landed back on TV to see that the Wyatts were now in the ring attacking John Cena. As she watched the frenzy that was taking place in the ring, the bell to end the match rang out.

It took her a moment to realize what had just happened. The Shield had lost. Due to the interference from the Wyatts, as soon as they landed a hand on John Cena, the Shield was disqualified from the match. Which almost meant that they could no longer qualify for the Elimination Chamber match for the WWE Heavy Weight Championship.

"Here are your winners, as a result of a disqualification, Daniel Bryan, Sheamus, and John Cena!" The ring announcer said cementing what she already knew. Oh man, she didn't think about what was going through the Shield's heads right now. To lose such a great opportunity because of something that was out of your control…

"Make way!" One of the crew members pushed her out of the way, making her stumble to the side.

Suddenly the Wyatts came through the curtains.

A shiver when up her spin as she watched Luke Harper and Erick Rowan walk passed her with those smug looks on their faces. They're certainly happy about that they did.

Her attention was quickly pull from the two men that were making their way slowly through the gorilla, to the curtains once more. The temperature around her seemed to drop as Bray Wyatt, the head of the 'family', came though. She had always thought the man was creepy. The long beard, the wild hair, even his tattoos made her skin crawl when she watched him fight. But this was different, the man was there next to her. There was certainly something about him, something dark….

Then his eyes snapped over to her, making her body freeze instantly.

"It's time." A crew member pushed her towards the opening of the curtain drawing her attention away from Bray.

Stumbling out onto the stage, her eyes ran around the pack full arena. The crowd was still railed up from the match they just witnessed. Cheers and boos were echoing around the place. It was deafening. Another push started her down the ramp towards the ring that sat in the middle of the huge room.

She didn't know whether it was nerves or adrenaline that shot through her body as she walked. This was every WWE fans' dream; to walk down the long ramp and into the ring, and she was about to do just that.

Her eyes landed on the infamous steel steps. Pausing for just a moment to take a deep breath, Angel started up to the apron and ducked through the ropes.

She had to stop herself when she felt tears starting to pool in her eyes as her feet touched down on the mat. Yeah, she had done this during training, but there was something about stepping into the ring with thousands watching her that just made it feel so much more real. She couldn't help the excitement that washed through her as she walked a crossed the mat.

I have voices in my head, the council me, they understand, they talk to me.

Randy Orton's theme song echoed through the arena and sent the crowd into another mixture of cheers and boos as the Viper himself appeared on the stage.

This is it. Angel took a deep breath as she watched Randy walk down the ramp, holding both titles over his head. She was about to give her first interview on live TV with that man there.

Even though she couldn't look away from Randy as he climbed into the ring, the man never once looked at her. He just took his time showboating around with the belts still raised up over his head.

As she watched him, she realized why he was called the Viper; every movement was like that of a snake, slithery. From the way his head moved around and surveyed the crowd to the way he took his wide steps.

When he finally did make his way over towards where she was standing in the middle of the ring, Angel had to fight the urge to look away as he stopped right next to her. Those cold, dark eyes landed on her as a slight smirk came to his face.

She could feel the lump in her throat form as she looked up into those predator eyes. She remembered his records saying he was six five and she believed it, the man surely more than a foot was taller than her five-foot two self.

Without taking his eyes off her, Randy raised his arms up once more, holding those belts high as if trying to show her what he was. Like she didn't already know. The crowd went wild with boos at the display and Randy's head snapped up to the crowd so quick that it made her jump.

"Wait for them to calm down a bit." A voice came through the earpiece. After processing what the voice said, she gave a small nodded to make sure that the crew member that was on the other side of the piece knew that she heard him.

With one more deep breath, Angel brought the mic to her lips and waited for the crowd to get the hint. Slowly they seemed to calm down and she forced a smile on her face as she locked her eyes on the camera in front of her.

"Hello everyone, my name is Angel Miles and I'm here reporting to you live from the after show of WWE's Monday Night Raw." The crowd cheered and her nerves washed away. They're not booing! She could feel a weight being lifted from her as she continued. "I am here with the WWE World Heavyweight Champion, Randy Orton! Who is fresh from defending his title against John Cena last night at the Royal Rumble pay-per-view in Pittsburgh!"

Randy settled into his place with yet another smirk on his face.

"So." She turned towards the champ. "I know you've already talked to so many reporters about the match but I wanna know, do you really think you would have won without the Wyatt Family's help? I mean John Cena seemed to have you in a powerful submission hold at the time."

A dark snicker came from Randy and she could feel him eying her up. "Like I've said before it doesn't matter whether or not the Wyatt Family had intervened, I would have won that match…"

Angel couldn't help but to smile as the crowd booing cut him off. Even though she was rooting against John Cena in the match against the Shield, he was still on of her favorites and she liked him a lot better than Randy Orton. In fact, last night she was one of many cheering for Cena to win.

She waited until Randy finished yelling at the crowd to shut up and turned his attention back towards her before asking another question. "How do you feel about the WWE Universe obviously siding with Cena over you?" She held out the mic towards Randy, only earner her a deep glare. With a sigh, she brought the mic back to her face. "I mean, you didn't even want the match to begin with and when it happened, you almost lost. Is that why you fought so hard against fighting Cena for the title again? Because you were scared that you would lose?"

Something in Randy's face ticked and she knew right then and there that she overstepped her boundaries. That she shouldn't have said that. Shouldn't have egged him on. Why would she egg on Randy Orton of all people? She knew how tempered the man was.

"I think she just hit a nerve with Randy. That isn't something you want to do" She heard Cole agree with her.

This is it.

D.D.D

"That's fucking ridiculous!" Seth yelled as he threw something across the locker room just barely missing Dean who was sitting at the table leaning back with his eyes locked on the ceiling.

He didn't blame the man. After he, Seth, and Roman lost their fight to qualify for the Elimination Chamber match against Randy Orton, due to disqualification because of the Wyatt Family, he was seeing red too. In fact, he was so mad that once they got backstage he had gotten right into Stephanie McMahon, aka his boss's face, and it took Roman, Seth, and Triple H to pull him away.

Hell, the word mad didn't even cover it, he was seething and was already planning to rip Bray Wyatt and his 'family' to pieces. His mind quickly went back to his indie days. I need a fork.

Sighing, Dean drummed his fingers on the table as he sat up and looked from Seth who was pacing around, to Roman who was sitting in a chair facing the TV in the room; though he instantly knew that the big brute wasn't watching it.

That was until a loud booing noise shot through the damn thing.

It was the after show and the young reporter who he had seen shadowing Renee Young around for the last week was standing alone with Randy Orton in the ring. Just by glancing at the TV he could tell that something was wrong with Randy. A dark anger filled his face and it was locked on the reporter.

Aw is the wittle reporter getting under your skin? He chuckled to himself, though the smirk on his face dropped instantly when he saw Randy's body tense like he was about to strike. A look that he knew oh too well.

"He wouldn't." Dean mumbled to himself, his eyes glued onto the Viper. Faster than any of the crew members could react Randy's arm pulled back and slammed right into the right side of the reporter's face. The crowd jumped, screamed, and booed as the girl was sent stumbling backwards, just barely able to stay standing on her feet.

"Did he just hit the reporter?" Cole yelled over his headset. "He did, he just punched Angel Miles."

Dean's eyes widened in horror as anger rushed through him. Without a second thought he pushed himself from the chair, sending it smashing to the ground before talking off out of the locker room. The look that he had just seen on Orton's face told him that he wasn't done with the reporter and if someone didn't get down there to stop him….

"Dean! Where you going?" He could hear Seth yell as both him and Roman scrambled to catch up to him. However, he didn't stop or slow down for his brothers-in-arms as he ran through the backstage area.

As he made his way through the hallway, he could hear people all around him gasping and panicking about what had just happened. Which only stopped as they noticed him. Then all the panicking turned into crew members asking him where he was going or telling him to stop. But he didn't care. Didn't even care if the Authority screamed at him for what was about to happen. He wasn't letting Orton get away with hitting a woman. Never! The girl wasn't even a Diva, and from what he saw of her she looked like she never fought a day in her life.

"Dean. Wait. Stop!" Someone yelled at him as he pushed his way out onto the ramp.

Instantly his eyes locked on Orton who was still in the middle of the ring, looming over the reporter. Shit. Dean pushed himself down the ramp, running as fast as he could. Though before he got to the bottom of the ramp, Randy had grabbed the reporter by the back of her neck and spun her around, so she was facing away from him.

"Orton Stop!" He yelled. "Orton!"

But it was too late, Orton sent the girl flying over the top rope and into the announcers' table. Dean winced as he watched as her head smash against the edge of the table before she went sprawling out on the floor.

Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta. Shield.

He heard his team's own theme music play as he was met at the bottom of the ramp by Seth and Roman. They exchanged looks and though not a word was said, they knew what needed to be done. The three of them took off, sliding onto the mat each gunning for Randy who had turned around as soon as the music had started.

Randy was ready for them but as soon as he was about to counter the attack, Dean ducked and rolled under the man and out of the side of the ring, landing next to the reporter. Giving a quick glance back to the ring to see Randy trying to take on both Seth and Roman, he quickly turned his attention to the woman.

Anger filled him once again as his eyes ran up and down the young little thing that laid unmoving beside him. She was out cold. "Hey, can you hear me?" He asked as he leaned down right next to her ear.

"What is going on here tonight?" He heard Cole yell into his mic. "Randy Orton just attacked WWE reporter Angel Miles and the Shield had just came running in to protect her…"

"Angel." He tried again, now knowing the girls name. Nothing. Sighing, he reached up towards the announcers. When nothing happened, he smacked the top of the table a few times until someone up there got the hint and a mic was placed in his hand.

"Can we get a little help over here?" He yelled into the thing as he looked around. What the hell was taking the medics so long to get their asses over here? They should have rushed out the minute she got punched, let alone was sent flying.

Dropping the mic, he leaned down over top of her again and examined her injures himself. Gently brushing her long brown hair out of her face, he sighed as his hand ran over a slowly forming bump on the back of her head; where she hit the table. The only other injures he could see was a fist sized bruise on her face and a spilt lip. However, there was a huge possibility that those weren't the only one; she would be lucky if she didn't have a concussion or any other damage.

"Dean, can you move aside." The medical staff yelled as him as they tried to push him away.

Dean turned and faced one of the medics, getting right into the man's face. "Took you long enough." He growled as he moved back letting them look her over.

The sounds of boos and the yells of Cole calling out that Randy Orton was retreating, drew his attention back to the Viper and his brothers. Where he saw a limping Orton was indeed retreating up the ramp; while Seth and Roman egged him on at the edge of the ring.

Sneering, Dean reached down and grabbed the mic. "Hey Orton!" He yelled as he stepped forward. "You think you're a big man, taking out your anger on little thing like this?" Dean pointed down to Angel who the medical team now had laying on her back. "You think you're tough, hitting a woman?" He called as Randy made his way backstage. "Coming back out! If you're man enough to hit a woman, then you're man enough to take on all three of us. Come back out and hit me. See if you really are as tough as you think." Dean knew that Randy could still hear him. There were enough TVs backstage that no matter where you were, you could hear someone yelling in the ring. "YOU DON'T DESERVE THE WWE HEAVYWIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! I'm the one they call a lunatic and I would never hit a woman."

"For once I agree with Ambrose." JBL sighed. "That was uncalled for."