Wrestling 1. Darwin Wants Des To Do What?

_**Human**_

**_Sometimes, you need a little shove to push you into the right direction..._**

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Desiree Harper could not believe what was being told to her. Her Uncle Darwin Harper didn't just say what she thought that he said? There she sat on the couch across from her uncle with a confused and baffled look plastered on her face. When she looked at Darwin, it was like she was staring at a muscular reflection of herself. How can Darwin be like this? For the past five years, she was a good child. She went to college in Philadelphia and graduated with the best grades in the entire class—majoring in business and broadcasting were just some of her majors that she had worked so hard to getting. How can Darwin be so cold about this? She thought that this was the family that was truly on her side until the very end of it all. She guessed that she was wrong because she was just given the news that pissed her off more than her uncle deleting all of her recordings of The Walking Dead, when she was out of town. Darwin didn't like her watching shows like that, even though she liked the thrill of the show. This thing pissed her off more than anything in the world.

Darwin was asking her to move out and live with Jon.

"You're asking me to move out and live with Jon?" Desiree asked again for what seemed like the millionth time in a row. She was still living in the denial stage, not believing that Darwin wanted her out of the house. Darwin believed that it was time for his niece to move out of the house and start a life for herself and with her boyfriend of five years. He knew for a fact that Jon was not getting any younger, that Jon was in his early thirties, and felt like he would want to settle down anytime now. Darwin was already married for the past three years with his high school sweetheart Estelle, and probably felt like Desiree should do the exact same thing.

"That is _exactly _what I am asking you to do," Darwin clarified, "I just find it strange that you and Jon have been together for five years and still haven't experienced living with each other. I think that this will be the perfect opportunity to do so. It could take your relationship to the next level. Who knows what can come out of this. I'm not banishing you from this house, you're always welcomed to visit, whenever you want, but I like this idea of you two living with each other." he added on as Des felt uncomfortable about his request.

As Jonathan Good looked at the conversation near the kitchen, he acknowledged that his girlfriend was puzzled, and didn't know how to process this new information. He understood that moving in with a boyfriend was a huge step in a relationship, but he felt like his relationship with her can grow that way. He loves Desiree and he thinks that they are ready for this step in the relationship. If that meant going to Darwin and pushing the idea to her, he was going to do that. In fact, he did do that and that's why Desiree is having this conversation with him.

"I think the idea is a good idea, Desiree. How about you live with me for about a week, and see how you like things in Las Vegas," Jon left the kitchen area as he planted a spot next to her on the couch, sounding very persuasive, "Remember Vegas? We used to have so much fun up there! Remember, when you were afraid of the tigers in the Circus that we saw a long time ago?" he couldn't help release a laugh at the thought of Desiree holding on to him for dear life, when she saw the tiger, even though they were in the back row, which would make it impossible for the tiger to get near them.

Desiree glared at him, shaking her head, "Remember, when you saw me with my new look for the first time?" she shot back a question at him, letting go of the glare that she had on him and replacing it with a playful smirk. Who couldn't remember the time when Colby Lopez's wife, Leighla Schultz had given Desiree the makeover in China, which made Jon spit out the water out of his mouth. Jon told her it was the moment, when his breath was taken away by her beauty.

"You're so sneaky." Jon tackled Desiree on the side, crashing into the cushions of the couch, tickling her ribcage as she laughed hysterically. He then began to peck her on the lips multiple times. It wasn't long until Jon had connected with a powerful kiss on her lips, stopping all of the playing of their usual, dorky and goofy games. Desiree felt butterflies in her stomach as she looked at the man that was on top of her, this beautiful man with the bluest of blue eyes. The man that she never intended to steal his heart.

"If Desiree moves in with you, you two could do that anywhere in the house. Now, I'm tell you two to get a room." Darwin threw a plush pillow that was meant for Des at Jon, getting him off of his niece. Jon tried to recover from the actions moments ago as Desiree fixed her hair that was messed up, when Jon tackled her.

"Dessy, I think that you should think about moving in with me. I mean, we have been together for about five years and I think that we should try moving in with each other. It would be the next level for us. I'm in the road a lot, but I would love to see my girl, whenever I get home. We can be closer, I wouldn't have to automatically go to Philly over just going over to my apartment to sleep. I think that this living arrangement would be what is best for us," Jon gave one last plead to his girlfriend, "Please…" he went to nibble at her neck as Desiree tried to keep her composure.

This was Jon's typical way of persuading her; she found it funny to be quite honest. So, she giggled and said, "Fine, I'll take up your offer about the living arrangement, but if I don't like it," Desiree rose up from the couch and sat next to her uncle, putting a huge smile on her face with her arm wrapped around his shoulders, "I'll be living with my uncle Dar Dar for as long as I want!"

Darwin didn't like the sound of that, "Don't fuck this up." he ordered Jon as he turned to Des and faked a smile. This lovely moment was interrupted with a rang of a phone. All eyes went to Desiree, obviously knowing that this was her phone that had interrupted the lovely bantering going on. Des pulled out her phone and exited the living room, to take the phone call in a private. She was in the kitchen that Jon was previously at. Hopefully, no one would be hearing into their discussion.

"I'm really glad that you called," she giggled on the phone and looked back at Jon and Darwin making a conversation in the living room. It was interesting how these two were able to friend each other as soon as they began dating. Jon didn't like her father, and what made her nervous was that he was going to despise Darwin, "I really don't know how he would respond to the idea. I do want to talk to you and see what's up. Perhaps, we can arrange something?" she suggested as she noticed Jon walking up to her, wondering if the call was anything important at all, "Can I call you back?" she asked, as Jon wrapped his arms around her, "Alright, goodbye." she hug up and wrapped her arms around his neck, looking up at him.

"What was the call about?" Jon asked curiously. It was like Desiree was being a little sneaky, when it came to these phone calls. She had been getting these calls for the past month that would isolate him and the rest of the family from her. He wondered if something was wrong with her that he should be informed of.

"You'll know in a matter of time." she told him.

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_I know such a short chapter, but this is just the beginning chapter. What was Desiree's call about? Why can't she afford to tell Jon about it? How will this experiment of moving in work for Des?_

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	2. Desiree's Hesitation

**_Human_**

**_With every little hesitation, there's that determination to want to do the things that scare you._**

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"Hey Jon, look at what I can do!" Desiree did her best impersonation of The Rock, and the way that he would do that silly eyebrow. Feeling proud of that attempt at a Rock impersonation, she took a selfie of herself, the camera flashing as she looked back at the photo and smiled. Desiree and Jon were in the backseats of the car on the way to his apartment. Jon had about two days off from the Live Shows and figured that he would help, get her settled into the new apartment. She felt nervous; the more that they got closer to the destination, the more nervous and the more nervous she got, the more that she clinched to Jon's bicep for dear life.

"Cute. Can I please have my phone back?" Jon asked, gesturing for her to give his phone back with a playful smirk on his face. A cute thing with their relationship was Des talking selfies on Jon's phone, not her phone, but Jon's phone. Desiree felt like she had to do this, so Jon knew what he was comparing the other women to. Jon thought that she was crazy and didn't have anything to worry about. He looked at Desiree, who was still taking pictures with his phone, "Desiree, give the phone back!"

Desiree gave him a playful glare and gave his phone back to him, "Jon, when are you expected to go back to work? Not that I want you to go back to work, but I'm just a little curious. It seems like the WWE are leaning towards your favoritism as of late. I wouldn't want anything to ruin that at all. You could eventually be WWE World Heavyweight Champion! You've been wanting that for so long! I've wanted that for you." she couldn't help, but release a grin from under her lips. She was just so proud of him.

"I'm expected to be back in the road on Friday. I just want to get you settled. I know you won't experience me living with you, since I am always on the road, but hopefully, you won't feel too lonely," Jon put a hand on her thigh for comfort, feeling terrible that he won't provide her with that experience with her living with him, "Creative has been talking to me about being WWE World Heavyweight Champion, and I am so glad that you're giving me a chance to live my dream," Jon put his hand on her cheek, giving it a soft stroke, "I love you, Des. I hope you know that. Maybe one day, I'll be able to show you that. I think you will look beautiful with a diamond ring on your ring finger."

Jon linked his fingers with hers as she let out a sigh, "You know what I think about marriage, Jon. It's too much of a gamble for me. What if that spark between us disappears as soon as we get married? I don't want to risk getting my heartbroken or worse, I don't want to risk hurting you. I don't think that marriage is for us. I mean, it's just a paper right?" she scuffed, trying her best to transition to a new topic; this one, just hitting her hard in the gut.

"You didn't think that when Darwin and Estelle got married. Didn't think that when Colby and Leighla got married. Probably not going to think that when Joe and Amber get married. I don't get why you are so hesitant with getting married? I'm not going to hurt you, Desiree. If you're afraid of that. I vow that I will protect your heart, and not break it." Jon raised his hand up in the air, promising to never hurt Desiree.

"Jon, I'm unemployed right now. Perhaps, when I get a job than maybe, I'll consider marriage, but I just want to get my career started," she cupped Jon's cheeks with her hands, looking into his eyes, "I love you, Jon. I love that you are so promising and assuring. Don't forget that," Desiree connected with a sweet kiss on Jon's lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. That was before a phone rang again. She signed as she backed away from Jon, and pulled out her phone to answer it, "Hey, you called! Wait? You want me back there?" she asked, a little in disbelief, but there was also a part of her that was excited that this happened to her, "That would be such a huge honor! Want me to meet you at the offices? Alright, cool! Bye, thank you!" she hung up as Jon looked at her, wanting to know what those calls have been about as of late.

"I don't know whether to congratulate you or not. You've been very shady about your phone calls as of late. Is something up with you that I should be aware of?" Jon asked, hoping to get to the bottom of things of what the hell has happened with Desiree. Desiree bit her lip, thinking of how she was going to open up to Jon about what had happened to her. There was a part of her that he was going to hate, what was happened to her, but she was so happy about it.

"Stephanie called me and offered me a position as one of the Board of Directors people. I know, how much you hate the Board of Directors, ever since they were against letting me do the internship for a third time, but this is a huge opportunity for me, and this position has a really good pay. The reason why I was hesitant with opening up to you about that was because you have such a strong hatred for them because of what occurred with me in the middle of that situation, but I apologize, but I am going to accept the offer. I just can't refuse it." Desiree wanted this position to get back to working with the WWE; she was determined to make a living for herself, and not have to rely on Jon to pay for her things.

Jon looked down to his shoes; this must have been a huge nightmare because he and Desiree were in two different pages with their lives. Jon wants to settle down and Desiree wants a career for herself. He didn't mean to sound selfish, but he wanted her at home, while he worked to provide for the two of them. He couldn't understand why Des wouldn't let him do that. She had always been like this, ever since he first met her. This move in to his apartment was not suppose to be like this. Desiree was going to live with him and he was possibly going to pop the question to her, but Des wants to live with him and get a career going for herself. He wanted her to be successful, but he wanted her to be successful, while she is at home.

"I saw this day coming, but I was hoping that it would happen a lot later. I really had my intentions of you being at home, while I was out in the road working to provide for us the job offer has thrown me off guard, and I don't know what to do anymore," Jon looked down, not knowing the answer of what to do, "I really want you to be the best that you can be, but I'm angry that you didn't come to me about this news a lot sooner. I thought we didn't keep things from each other. I thought we moved past that five years ago." his tone of voice, got a lot louder as Desiree placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I am so sorry, Jon. I don't want to rely on you all my life. I don't want to come off like that kind of person. You may think that it's okay to come off as that kind of person, but it eats me alive inside. You need to realize that I am not sixteen anymore, I don't need you to buy things for me. I'm a grown ass woman, and I want to start acting like that." Desiree retorted louder as the car stopped as she looked at the window, seeing that she had made it to the apartment building of Jon's place.

"I seriously don't mind providing you with what you want," Jon spoke up as she turned her attention away from the window and back at him, "It's seriously no problem at all."

"You know what you can do for me, Jon? Leave me alone." Desiree with anger unleashed, opened the door of the car and stormed outside. She had enough with this discussion, still intending the accept the job that she was offered by Stephanie. How could Jon be unsupportive of her decision of making some money for herself that will be useful later in life? She wants to be independent and be something for herself. Why would Jon want her to stay at home and sit on her ass all day, while he made all the money? That's not the definition of a relationship to her.

Watching his girlfriend storm out of the car, broke his heart. He didn't mean for the discussion to transform itself to an argument. He did not intend that at all as he let out a huge sigh as he grabbed inside the pockets of his jacket and pulled out a small black box and opened it to reveal a huge diamond engagement ring, so shinny that Desiree would have accepted it in a heartbeat. Des had always wanted a huge diamond engagement ring, so he got her this. Jon and Desiree were one day looking at the rings and she had feel in love with that particular ring, so behind her back, he got the ring and had kept it with him even to this day. However, that was back, when Desiree was looking forward to getting married. He had no idea what made her change her mind of the whole concept, but one thing stood for sure:

He was determined to make her fall in love with the concept of getting married again.

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_A heated argument and it's the second chapter! Who'd ever think that Jon would be the one all in for getting married and Desiree wanting to focus on her career? lol I hate making these two lovebirds fight, but I always know what I am doing, right? Anyway, I just want to thank everyone for the reviews on the last chapter! You all are awesome! :) Thank you to: FKP101, BellaRayne, AliMelinda, emma, Guest, SoftballSass143, caz21, JINX1824, Ronnie Leigh, and Captain General for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	3. The Dream Team

**_Human_**

**_A sudden change of heart, will come with one of these lovers…_**

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Desiree used the key that she had gotten from Jon before they left to open the door to the apartment. Angrily, she went up the stairs of the already familiar area and went inside his room. There was a white sheeted bed in the center of the room, the two night stands on each side as Desiree threw herself on the bed, her face against the sheets, not knowing if she was upset or angry about the discussion that she had with him. She hated this discussion with a passion and knew for a fact that she can't get married. In the past, she would have been open about this discussion, but now, she has been avoiding the topic of marriage for so long that she didn't blame Jon for getting angry at her. Just like Darwin said to her, he wasn't getting any older, he wants to settle down with her and possible have a family with her. Desiree had never envisioned Jon as her husband and having mini versions of themselves running around this place. This freaked her out so much, and she blamed this specific thing for ruining her confidence when it came to marriage.

"Why do I always say the wrong things?" she muffled over the sheets that have connected with her mouth, "Why? Does marriage matter to him? We're happy the way we are! Gosh!" she scuffed as she sat herself up as her eyes wandered around the room. Finally, she paid attention to one of Jon's nightstands, where she noticed the collage that she had made him on his twenty-eight birthday. She had worked her ass off to get the collages to well…collage together. She had a weird feeling that he would have thought that it was the cheesiest thing ever. However, he embraced the present because it came from her.

Desiree turned her attention to a picture that was hung up on the wall, it was of them in the streets of Shanghai two years after she went to China for the very first time. It was for her eighteenth birthday and Jon thought that it would have been nice to go back to where his feelings for her were realized for the very first time of his life. He told her that it was the first time that thought had hit him. That they could be more than friends. However, there was always something else that would make him deny the feelings that he felt. She remember the day clearly because something extraordinary happened that same night that changed the dynamic of their relationship forever.

They made love for the first time.

It was Desiree's first time and he sure made it memorable for her. Jon never intended for Desiree's first time to be with him, but the thought that she wanted him to be her first time was one of the most honorable things that he could have ever done with her. It was Desiree that was the one to bring up the idea, but Jon wasn't sure that he wanted to go along with it, knowing that sex hurt the first time for a woman, but only for a moment, but did he want her to experience that pain in front of him? Eventually, he gave in to the idea, but vowed that he would be careful with her, but there was a point, where Desiree wanted to go a little crazy and knowing him, that he would take her up on that little offer. Their love was loving and crazy, like their personalities.

Desiree smiled as she looked at the picture, couldn't help, but think of that little moment between her and him, "You were such a gentleman with me." she told herself quietly, making sure that no one was able to hear her, but knowing that Jon would not be around to hear here talking to herself like a madwoman.

"I try to be."

The sound of a muscular voice that always made her heart beat was heard. She turned around to see Jon standing by the door. It was not expected that he would be standing there, and hearing her talk to herself. There was a part of her that he would have given her a little more time alone, knowing that she needed to cool off from their fight. On the other hand, Jon needed to talk to her, hoping that he didn't scare her off with him being angry at her. There was no doubt that he was upset that she walked away from their conversation like a child, but he would have brought it up sometime, somehow. Des looked at Jon, her arms folded across her chest, reminding herself that she was angry with him.

"You found me."

"I'll always come looking for you."

"Look," Des said, cutting it to the chase, "I apologize that I stormed off the conversation. I just didn't know how to respond to it. I appreciate that you want to be a good boyfriend, by providing me with what I need, but I'm not that type of woman. I don't want to sit on my butt all day, waiting for you to get home. I want to be a working person in this relationship as well. I did the wrong thing, but not informing you of this job opportunity a lot sooner, but I know your dislike for management and the Board of Directors and I knew that you would want me to decline the offer—"

"I want you to take the job opportunity." Jon interjected, cutting his girlfriend off before she could finish her explanation. When he had said that, she was shocked. She was expecting for him to tell her that she was right and that he didn't want her to accept the job opportunity, but having him say the opposite was unexpected, but somehow, she was confused with what he had to say. What made him change his mind during their little time apart from each other? Was he just saying that to get back on her good graces or what?

"You want me to take the job opportunity? You just said that you didn't want me to take that job opportunity! Why have a sudden change of heart?" Desiree asked him, wanting to know about his change of heart, her voice was a little louder. It was a force of habit with her, which tied along with her stubborn personality.

"I figured that we'd get to see a lot more of each other. You'd get to see all your old friends and you might make some new friends along the way. Colby and Joe haven't seen you ever since Darwin's wedding, and with Joe and Amber getting married, he would like you to talk to about his vows. I figured that you can benefit from working with the higher ups like you did with the internship." Jon's voice sounded a little more enthusiastic as Des raised a brow at him, more confused than ever.

"But, did you just say—"

"Forget what I said, I was just thinking of myself back at the car. I forgot that a relationship is not just about me, but about _us_," Jon slugged an arm around Des, catching her off guard with that gesture, "Think about it, Dessy, we'd be a lot closer at work. You can have an eye on me to make sure that I don't fuck anything up like drink, and punch some guy. I'd be keeping my career in the right check, and you will get to work in the WWE again. The dream team is back!"

Desiree appreciated how enthusiastic Jon was. At least, he was thinking of the positives of this given opportunity—like they'd be a lot closer, she can keep him in check, and most importantly, she would be chasing her dreams again. What mattered the most to him was her happiness, and if that meant doing stuff that he didn't like, then he was going to do that. Des smiled and looked at Jon, "We'd be a lot closer, but I might need to act professional for the sake of our relationship, but I'm not going to give up my soul and wear a corporate suit like one of those stern and serious people."

"I'm not asking you too. I'm saying that you should take up the offer, only if you want too. I'll make sure to love and support you no matter what. I just want you to be happy." Jon informed her as Desiree thought to herself with a grin on her face. Still baffled at the fact that Jon had gotten a change of heart in the situation presented in front of them.

"I'll take up the offer. Have some money saved up for a raining day. Plus, I get to interact with some talent that I never had the opportunity to interact with before." Desiree smiled—a smile that Jon loved on her face, a smile that could light up the whole room.

Jon still loved this girl, and there was no doubt that she still loved him. After all these years, they can overcome any problem that stood in their way. Why weren't they married? He wondered that still, but he was still determined to make her fall in love with the concept of a wedding and children. It's what he wants to do with only her and no one else.

"I know you will be welcomed with open arms. When are you supposed to go to talk about the position with Hunter and/or Stephanie?" he asked her, wanting to be supportive to her different direction in life.

"This Friday, you want to come?" she asked.

"I'd love to come. Just to check up and see if this is actually an offer that you should take. I'll give my input, but you have the last say whether to accept the offer or not." Jon explained to her.

"Thank you." she rested her head on his shoulder as he gave a kiss to her head.

"For what?" he asked.

"For giving me a chance to chase my dream."

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_Awe, Jon and Des make up! They couldn't stay mad at each other forever. As the story progress, you will be informed of what has made Desiree doubt marriage, and there may be a possibility of a certain question being asked. Thank you to: Ronnie Leigh, AngelsDestiny22, Guest, BellaRayne, justkimmy, DeeMarie426, SoftballSass143, KatelynnBB, Pinayprincesa, JINX1824 and Angelica Herrera Gastelum for your reviews! Please, favorite, follow and review! :)_

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	4. The Des Is Back!

**_Human_**

**_Seeing _****_old faces can bring back a humbled past..._**

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"Are you nervous about how everything is going to work out for you at this little meeting?" Jon asked Desiree in the shower as he was in the shower with her. The warm water poured from the shower head to the top of their heads, wetting their hairs and bodies. Desiree scrubbed herself around with her favorite purple loofa with the body wash. When Jon sneaked up on her in the shower for the first time, she freaked out entirely. It was the night after their first time having sex, and she was still shaken up about the event the night before. She didn't know how she would bring it up to Jon. She wasn't sure if he liked it or he hated it entirely, so seeing the sight of him entirely naked frightened her a bit. She'd never seen a man in that particular way nor did she ever planned to expose herself that way to any guy. So, he assured her that he really loved what transpired the night before, that he felt something that he hadn't felt in a long time and that was love.

Desiree turned around to look at Jon's face, even though that her hair was covering her eyes, "I'm a tiny bit nervous. Hunter and Stephanie just want what's best for business—that quote is so old, but I'm hoping to say the right things and not get them to hate me," Desiree turned around and picked up a shampoo and gave it to Jon, "Shampoo me," she commanded and Jon knew what to do, "The WWE has been getting back on track as of late, especially with the new stars and Joe being WWE World Heavyweight Champion. I feel like I am going to need to do things that will make him look good. I don't want to make anyone look bad. I don't want to make you look bad or I don't want our relationship to be the reason for your future success."

Jon placed the shampoo to his hands and lathered it on Des' light brown hair, making sure that he got all the areas on her hair, "You're not going to make anyone look bad. You're part of the WWE Board of Directors. Just don't let them manipulate you into agreeing to do something that you don't think is the right thing to agree upon. You're a smart woman and I know that you will make the right decisions." he encouraged her, like a supportive boyfriend would. Even though he believed that the people in the WWE Board of Directors were a bunch of scum, she knew that she wouldn't let them be manipulated by them. He finished lathering her hair with shampoo as Desiree rinsed off the shampoo out of her hair.

"I just don't want our relationship to be affected because of this new position. I just want to be a good girlfriend and do the best I can to not only be that, but a good working woman as well. I know that you're not all thrilled about my new position, but I just want you to know that you're always number one in my life and maybe when my hearts in it, you can pop the question down the road," the thought of Des being open about a proposal made Jon happy. He wants her to be as happy as he is whenever he's with her, "Conditioner." she told him, handing him the conditioner bottle.

Jon put a dime size amount of conditioner on the palm of his hands, rubbed it and applied it to her hair, "The proposal can wait, let's just get you back to work. Besides, I haven't thought of a setting for when I plan to propose to you. I just want it to be right. It has to be the right setting, time moment. I just need to feel it! You'll never see your proposal coming." he claimed with a smirk on his face as Desiree giggled.

"I'll never see it coming?" she asked him, chiming along to whatever game he's playing.

"You'll never see it coming, Desiree. I just got one question to ask you," slowly, he began getting to one knee and that's when Desiree's heart fluttered. Was this going to be the moment that she would call herself an engaged woman? Wait! Did she really want to get married, even with that voice on her head that tells her that all that spark that she has with Jon will disappear from her life forever? Does she want her and Jon to result to divorce if all of this goes bad? Jon looked at her with her blue eyes and wet hair.

This moment was coming.

"Desiree, will you…apply shampoo on my gorgeous brown locks?" Jon popped that one question that was on his mind. Desiree giggled as he saw Jon holding up his own shampoo bottle specifically for his hair type.

"I'd thought you never ask."

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Jon and Desiree entered the arena nervously. This would be the first time that they would enter a WWE arena as boyfriend and girlfriend. Never did they go back to the arena that night when he professed his love to her. After their romantic kiss, Jon drove her and Dustin to the airport and said goodbye to Desiree. Two weeks later, when she was in Philly, he visited her and they went on their first date—they saw Frozen, which made them break out into song after the movie was over. Jon had kept his relationship private from the WWE locker room. The only ones that knew about their relationship was Colby Lopez, Joe Anoa'i, Randy Orton and JoJo Offerman. It wasn't that he was hiding their relationship, but he hated for everyone to know about his personal life.

"Wow! This place has changed from the last time that I've been here. I've seen that the some of that talent that were in NXT are now on the main roster like Paige, Adrian Neville, Bo Dallas, Corey Graves, and Sasha Banks. It's so crazy, seeing them go from NXT to the main roster. There are less and less guys that I knew from my intern days. I like seeing new faces." Desiree smiled as Jon smiled back.

"I prefer seeing the old faces."

Desiree and Jon turned around as Desiree beamed a smile at the man that she hadn't seen since Darwin's wedding, Colby Lopez. She ran to Colby and gave him a giant hug, "Colby! I have missed you so much. I am so sorry for not keeping in touch with you and emailing you back, but I've been busy as of late with trying to get a job and all that stuff. I've seen you wrestle and you've been one hell of a main eventer! I'm told you that creative will have something for you!" she punched Colby on the arm gently as he chuckled.

"It's fine. I've been busy as of late. How have you and Jon been? He says things are frisky between the two of you—is that true?" Colby said it so playfully seductive. Was that supposed to be an inappropriate comment that she wasn't quick on her feet to catch? Desiree thought about what Colby said.

"Frisky, Jon? Really? Any word in the English dictionary and you choose _frisky_?" Desiree couldn't believe that Jon used that word to describe their relationship with Colby. Damn it Colby, always wanting to know about their love lives. He must always have something over the woman that was once a teenager intern.

"Would you have loved me to use a much colorful word like," Jon paused as he thought of a word to replace frisky, "_Frolicsome,_" there was something about the word that made Desiree think of the word in a sexual way. It freaked her out, but she was surprised that Jon had a wider range of vocabulary than she originally thought. Jon got closer to his girlfriend and whispered to her ear, "Would you have liked me to use the world frolicsome?"

"On a second thought, frisky just became a better word to describe our relationship." Desiree concluded as both men laughed at her comment. The innocence that she still had left inside her was always an amusement to anyone that would have a conversation with her.

"I've always been disturbed about the two you guys comments."

The two former Shield members and intern turned around to find Joe Anoa'i standing there with the WWE World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder. As the face of this company, he hasn't been having the time to talk to his former Shield buddies about life. He's been focused doing media, which are the flaws of being a champion. It was nice that every T.V. talk show wanted to interview him. For example, Desiree watched him on Live! With Kelly and Michael, where he was talking about WrestleMania XXXV, which was going to be in London, England at the Wembley Arena. The same country where Jon and Desiree had their first kiss. Even though England in the U.S. had major time differences like it would be Monday for England, when WrestleMania is live, but these WWE fans are the best and are willing to stay up to watch the show.

"Joe!" Desiree almost tackled him to the floor in an attempt to hug him.

She hadn't seen Joe in the same amount of time that she hadn't seen Colby. Joe gave her one of his bear hugs, which were strong enough to squeeze her. Before he could squeeze her body in half, he released her, "Desiree Harper, long time no see. I apologize for not responding to your emails. Ever since becoming WWE World Heavyweight Champion, my schedule has been hectic. Lots and lots of traveling, but I've been meaning to respond to you just to say what's up and stuff. How have you and Jon been?" he asked with a smile on his face.

"Frisk—"Desiree elbowed Jon harshly on the ribs, knowing what certain word was going to come out of his mouth. Jon yelped in pain, underestimating the strength of his girlfriend, "Just peachy," he looked back at Des, who had a smirk on her face, "Got anything against the word peachy?" he asked her in an angry tone as she shook her head.

"Nope," she gave the nope that same way that Jon said it in his first interview in the main roster, "Peachy is just a lovely word," she grinned all proud of him, before turning his attention to Joe, "No worries about the emails, Colby has been busy as well and I've been focusing on trying to move in with Jon and getting a job. That's why I'm here. I got offered a job." she announced as Colby and Joe looked surprised at one another; did she get a job here?

"You mean like a job in the WWE?" Colby asked, wanting to know whether to congratulate her yet or not.

"Yeah, as a Board of Directors member. I mean, it's a big position and it pays well, which is good for the future. So, you might see me around with Stephanie or Hunter, maybe Mark and Jane from management. Jon has known for so long that I've been dying for a position back in the WWE and this could be my position to come back and see all the wrestling and what has changed about it." Desiree explained, sounding so excited.

"Wow! Congratulations! I hope to see you around here. I'd be like the four of us again. Just like good times," Joe grinned, happy about the news that was given to him, "I mean, there are some things that I want to talk to you about Amber and mine's wedding. Just having a female perspective around might help me say the right things. Besides, I don't think that Cena and Orton are the best people to talk about women to, knowing how their marriages ended."

"Do you think that you can separate yourself from Cena and Orton?" Colby asked, knowing that ever since Joe became WWE World Heavyweight Champion that John Cena and Randy Orton have been talking to him nonstop. They have been inviting him to the coolest bars, restaurants, and making him buy the coolest jet and fast cars. Due to him hanging with Cena and Orton, he has been ditching him and Jon, but hoping with Des around that he would hang around them a lot more.

"I don't need Cena and Orton's permission to hang out with you guys. Just looking at Desiree is bring me back to those humbled days of mine. If you care to know, I like hanging out with you guys than I do with those other two, but anything to get to the top of the WWE, right?" Joe shrugged his shoulders with a smirk.

"Well, at least try too. I think we can arrange something for us to talk. I'll let my people contact your people." Desiree smirked as Jon slugged an arm over his shoulder, unexpectedly.

"I'm her people," Jon informed the two other men, and then looked back at her, "Ms. Harper, I think we better get going, before you're late for your appointment." he gestured for her to walk ahead of him as she did.

"Well, it was nice seeing the two of you." she smiled.

"Won't be the last time we cross paths." Colby responded, and that was the truth.

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	5. Desiree Signs The Contract

_**Human**_

_**If you really love her, her happiness should be what you want for her...**_

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"It's nice to meet you again, Ms. Harper," Stephanie gave Desiree a motherly hug and then gestured for her and Jon to seat on the couch across from where she was sitting, "I know that we have been in contact for the past month, but I am glad that we are finally meeting up to discuss this job opportunity. You see, we had recently had a walk out with the Board of Directors and some people in our management department. My husband had informed you that day your internship ended that we would call you up for any opportunity that is empty. We're empty when it comes to the Board of Directors. You're wondering, why not promote people? The reason is that the people are not qualified enough and don't really have a background, when it comes to wrestling. You do, Desiree and that's why we came into contact with you. So," Stephanie placed the contract on the table, sliding it over to Desiree, "We're wondering, if you would like this position?"

Desiree noticed the WWE logo on top of the contact. This was all too real for her. The black pen that was connected to the clipboard was all in front of her. Should she accept the opportunity? She looked at Jon, but his facial expression to her that it was all her decision that he wasn't going to help place her on one side or the other side of the decision. If Des wanted to be a woman, she was going to need to make her own decisions, "I would love this position. There are some ideas in my head that I would like to suggest that would be good for business. You know that I can't deny this decision, Steph."

"I know that you can't that's why we offered it to you. You should know, you remind me a lot of myself, Desiree. You like power, you care about the business. You didn't force the business within you, it was like you were embedded with the business inside your head. I admire that you want the best for the WWE—it's all we want. So, all you need to do to become a member is sign your name on the dotted line. Our lawyers have been through the contract over and over. You say that this is an opportunity that you cannot deny. So, what are you going to do?" Stephanie asked, saying everything that she needed to say, there was nothing else that she can say that would make Desiree accept the offer. It was like she already accepted it mentally.

"If you want to accept it, accept it. I will still love and care about you in the end of the day. I'll be with you and support you one-hundred percent," Jon told her, assuring her that he was going to be there for her no matter what. He placed his hand on her thigh to get her to stop shaking her leg. She was nervous. This was all too suspenseful for her, "Sign the contact. I know you want to." Jon smiled at her as she smiled back.

It was then that she signed the contract in her best cursive writing as possible, "Don't you just love cursive writing?" she giggled as Jon hugged her, "I signed the contact, babe."

"You did, congratulations." Jon told her as Stephanie took away the contract to look at the signature.

"Congratulations, Desiree. Welcome back to the WWE," Stephanie shook Des' hand as she eagerly accepted it, "I know that I'm going to rain on your parade a bit, but I want you to sign a contract for a superstar so he can start working on NXT's training facility. He's a true character and he'll be coming on Tuesday. So, that will be your first job." she informed Desiree, who couldn't believe that she was now working for the WWE again. This had to be one of the best days of her entire life.

"Wow! Don't worry, I won't disappoint you." Desiree assured her new boss.

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"So Ms. Board-of-Directors member, are you feeling the power within yourself?" Jon asked as he connected his hand with hers as Desiree rolled her eyes mockingly.

"Desiree Harper: Senior Advisor Business Strategist. I scout for things that are good for business. That is no big deal, Jon. It's just like I was interning for you guys—no big deal." Desiree wanted to be humble about the entire thing. She didn't want all this power to go to her head, even though she was appointed the job ten minutes ago. Her writing hand was still shaking; she was still in shock that she even signed the contract, but she was glad that she did.

"Are you kidding? You're like one of those heads people now! Wow! That was such a big opportunity, and I didn't want you to let that slip away from you. I knew that you either wanted to be a creative writer or work in the business aspect of the WWE, so I know that you must be thrilled about it." Jon was doing his best to be happy for her. There was no doubt that she deserved this opportunity, and even though he doesn't like some of the people in the WWE Board of Directors, he knows that he will just love Desiree, not because he's in a relationship with her, but she is a really smart cookie, a smart chocolate chip cookie.

"Oh Jon, don't sweat it! I mean, Stephane wants me to hold a contract signing for some wrestler. How more exciting can that get? This is obviously a dream come true. I mean, we get to work in the same company again." Desiree smiled as she and Jon stood in the middle of backstage, looking deep into each other's eyes.

Jon grinned as he moved in closer to her, pressing her against the brick walls of the backstage area, "We can mix business and pleasure." he stated, the two of them began leaning to connect their lips against each other for a kiss.

"Desiree!"

Desiree looked over the big frame of her boyfriend to spot one of her close friends in the business. She was a former Total Divas star and current reigning Divas Champion, JoJo Offerman. JoJo stood there with her beaming smile as she finished going over a match against Paige or Saraya, as most people knew her from backstage. With Desiree focusing on reuniting with her close friend, Jon got irritated that someone interrupted his moment with his girlfriend. JoJo ran to Des and gave her a big hug. The last time that they have seen each other was a New Year's Party, where they brought in 2019—so not so long ago.

"Yay! Desiree, what are you doing here? Do you know how long it has been we've gone without seeing each other?" she asked, giddy and excited like she'll always was in front of her. Desiree did some mental math on the top of her head.

"It's been about two months, JoJo. But, I always miss you." Desiree smiled as JoJo giggled, then that's what Desiree noticed something big and shiny at JoJo's left hand—no, it wasn't the Divas Championship, but it was something else shinny and big that caught her eye. It was a ring—an engagement ring. Looking at it, made Des' jaw dropped as she pointed at it, "Are you engaged?"

JoJo scuffed and then admired the engagement ring on her left ring finger, "Yeah, I am. We're hoping for a long engagement, we just don't have the time to plan a wedding just yet." she shrugged it off like it was no big deal at all.

Jon groaned in frustration—it seemed like everyone he knew was getting married, expect for _him. _He has still yet been able to find out the root of the problem of the concept of getting married with Desiree, but he is afraid to bring up the conversation again with her. They had recently made up a few days back, the last thing that he needed was to get into another argument with her about this concept. He figured that he was going to make her begin the discussion herself. If he had to wait for her to open up about her issues and insecurities, he was going to do that.

"Have you proposed to her yet?" Saraya asked Jon anxiously. She had just returned from the trainer's room with getting ice on her shoulders. On the road, she and Jon had been pretty good friends. Even though she hasn't talked to Desiree in the longest time—like ever since the opening of the new NXT training facility, but Jon has been good enough to get in a good word of what has been happening between the two of them.

"Nah, not yet," Jon shook his head, disappointedly, "She's hesitant about the thought of marriage, but I think that there is something in her mind that doesn't want to go through the process of getting married. I love her unconditionally, and she knows that, but what's making her hesitate, I am not sure at all."

Saraya nodded, invested in the conversation that she is having with Jon. He had heard the story of the argument that she and Jon had a few days back, and the hurt in his tone of voice, knew that he was afraid to bring up this discussion again. It broke her heart to hear about these two fighting. These two are the two people that she knew, when the fought that they were really angry with one another. These two fought as passionate as they loved one another.

"Well, I think all of us women get cold feet—on our wedding days, but Desiree's just guarded. It wasn't every day that guys would come up to her fawning all over her, especially her wrestling crush. I mean, what are the chances of a fan girl, ending up with Dean Ambrose? What happened to her is rare and it could never happen to anyone else. Are you sure, she isn't dealing with cyberbullying? I mean, Joe once told me that she was a victim of it, how do you know that she isn't being bullied online again?" she suggested as Jon laughed it off, like it was a big deal.

"Desiree's like me—she _hates _social media. She doesn't even know what version of the iPhone has just come out," Jon chuckled, "I mean, it took her a while to find out that my own earring has its own Twitter account."

"Hmm…I followed that account, but pictures of your ear kept flooding my Twitter," Saraya thought to herself for a moment, but realized that she was off track, "Anyway, don't give up on that beautiful ring that you bought her. She'll come around with the idea of getting married. I mean, her friend JoJo is getting married, maybe seeing her, and being around Joe will make her love to get married. My sneaky idea of getting to love the concept of marriage would be to involve her in the wedding planning for Joe, and make JoJo hang out with her. After enough time, she'll fall for the concept and you will ask her that one question that every girl wants to be asked." she held Jon's hand as she looked into the light with such amazement.

"What's the one question that every girl likes to be asked?" Desiree asked, with JoJo right next to her, looking at the two of them like they are weirdoes. Jon looked at Saraya, hoping that she has something in her head that she can tell them as a lie. Saraya looked at Jon with bugged out eyes as well, looking at Jon for an answer.

"You say something." Saraya muttered to Jon.

"You say something." Jon muttered back to her.

The two went on a slapping fest with slapping each other in the arms as Saraya slapped Jon way too hard, making him open up to that one question, "Did you do something different with your hair?"

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_Yay! Des signs the contract!_ _And, what perfect timing to put Paige in this story since she made her main roster debut last night to capture the Divas Championship! I want to thank: justkimmy, ghunter182003, Guest, DeeMarie426 and Ronnie Leigh for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	6. Des Has A Problem Named Asher

**_Human_**

**_A past can come back to haunt you..._**

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Desiree used the white sheets to cover her body the morning after she and Jon had a passionate night of making love. She looked over her boyfriend, who was still sounded asleep with an arm draped around her waist. The more they got this passionate with each other, the more that she felt comfortable of letting herself out in the open. While watching Jon sleep, she felt like she was watching an angel sleeping because that's all he was to her—an angel. If she told him that when he was awake, he would deny it because he was nothing, but an angel. Angels are innocent, but Jon wasn't that. He was corrupted. He had seen things that Des hasn't and will never imagine seeing. To Jon, Desiree was an angel—so innocent and beautiful.

Desiree smiled, when she saw Jon fluttering his eyes open, "Hey sleepy head, did you sleep well last night?" she asked him, politely. Jon slowly rose up from the bed, sitting up as she noticed his muscular build reveal itself from the sheets. He stretched his arms out, giving a yawn in the process, and kissed his girlfriend gently on her forehead.

"Yeah, that was some victory party last night," he joked around as she shoved him gently, "Oh come on, Dessy. Are you going to deny that last night wasn't any good? I mean, with everything that has been going on between the two of us—all the arguing and bickering, did it feel good that we relieved some of that tension between the two of us." Jon saw his girlfriend's cheeks go from a rosy pink to a tomato red. It made her nervous when sex was the topic of their conversations. In their relationships, nothing was off limits—at least for Jon, nothing was off limits, but Des was a little reserved, she hated talking about sex, especially with the guy that she is sleeping with.

"Fine, it was lovely. It's nothing that really happens to us often because I'm always ranting about how it should be meaningful, when we get intimate, but it did mean something last night, and I don't regret a thing about it. Perhaps one day, we can try for a child that we will love and care about. One day, when we're both financially stable and all that stuff," Desiree talking about children, placed a smile on Jon's face. This is the type of stuff that she should be excited about. He knew that he was excited talking about the topics, "I mean, JoJo and Joe want me to help them out with their weddings, and I don't know, if I'm saying that just for the hype of the weddings, but it's getting me excited to getting married. I don't know what's come of me, but I might take it under consideration."

Hearing that Desiree might take marriage and children under consideration made Jon one of the happiest guys in the world. This is all he wants in his life: a loving wife and beautiful children that they will raise with together. However, he believes that Des is just living in the wedding hype of her friends and that she might get her mindset back to reality within a few months. She doesn't believe that this phase will last, until he will be willing to pop the question to her.

"Take it under consideration. We have all the time in the world. I'm not the guy to rush and force you to think things. I want you to do things that will make you happy, not because I told you about them and that you should do something about it. We're on the road now, and that should give you enough time to clear your mind." Jon was encouraging as possible, not forcing and pressuring her, but telling her that it is all her choice and that he will love and support her with whatever she decides.

"Stephane wants me to hold a contract signing for this one Indy talent, so that he will be training at NXT. I'm kind of nervous. I don't want to ruin everything because all I ever wanted was to do this, and I don't want to screw things up because I say the wrong things," Desiree signed, trying to contain her emotions, "WWE gave him the name Dominic Asher. Just hearing that last name gives me anxiety. Jon, what if it's…"

"Don't say that! It's not going to be him! It's going to be someone completely different. Trust me, it can't be Asher. It won't be Asher, I can promise you that." Jon assured her as his blood began to boil at that name—Asher. The same kid that tried to get Desiree to have sex at him at the junior Homecoming years ago. The same guy that scared her senseless to not have another relationship. He is also the same guy that helped open the door of opportunity to have his first kiss with her.

Stephanie and Hunter had told her that he was going to do all the talking about his character. They didn't provide her with any other information, but how he stole the show at the WWE tryouts three weeks back. And as a Business Stratigist, she would she would consult about him about what he needs to tweak about his character that would look marketable to the WWE. Desiree was scared shitless. She wasn't sure that she wanted to go through this.

"I need you to be there next to me. I can't do this alone. I'm afraid to go to work. How lame of me? I shouldn't be afraid of going to work! This is what I have been wanting all of my life." Desiree looked at Jon with worry in her eyes. He thought that she was overreacting like she always did.

"It's not going to be him. He's been recently drafted to the Detroit Lions. There's no way that this Asher kid is that one kid that chased you around the school and where he was mysteriously disappeared, when we left him with Declan Knight at the bathroom of the pool area. That is the last time that we saw him." Jon was sure that he heard something on the news about Asher being drafted to a certain NFL team, but anything to make her feel better.

Desiree looked at Jon, irritated. Asher wasn't drafted to the Detroit Lions. He wasn't even drafted. The NFL draft wasn't until later in the year and she doesn't even know if he will be part of it. What pissed her off was when people give her false news, which makes her have false hope.

"He's not even drafted, Jon!" she corrected him, raising her voice as he looked at her wide eyed.

"Well excuse me! Apparently, you have so much more knowledge about football. You watch one Cincinnati Beagles game and suddenly, you think you know everything about football. My bad!" Jon threw himself back against the bed as a sitting Des watched him.

She felt bad about bickering with him and lied against his chest as he strokes her hair, "I apologize about raising my tone, but I'm just nervous," she began, wrapping her arm around him, "I should not have taken my fears and anger out on you. You were just trying to help. I love that you help me and I'm just too stubborn to let you do that." she pouted as Jon looked at her with a grin on his face.

"I'm stubborn, but we're just human. We're not perfect and we have our flaws. We accepted each other for that. Don't sweat it." Jon was so sweet about the entire thing. Desiree doesn't know what she has done to deserve him. She doesn't deserve him, but he chose her, and she chose him.

"I wish I can show you that I do really love you." she told him as she kissed his neck.

Jon pondered inside his devious mind, but he didn't want to be evil. There was a beautiful woman right next to him. One that he had envisioned being with ever since she was sixteen years old. Desiree was it for him. She was that girl that no one else could compare to. With all of his strength, he placed Desiree on top of him as she squealed like a mouse. His hands resting on her hips, making sure that she doesn't move. He couldn't take his eyes away from the beautiful woman on top of him. Her smile was a light that radiated around the room.

"You want me to take control?" she grinned as her fingers walked around his muscular chest.

"Please do."

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Colby couldn't believe that he was doing this for Desiree. It was one of her usual strange requests, but now that she is twenty-two years old, the request have gone stranger. She requested the help of Colby, Joe and Jon as protection. The almost had a feeling of The Shield helping protect The Authority into it, but it was with her. He didn't mind it; in fact, he liked Desiree. She is a nice girl, and participated a lot in Leighla's wedding. Still, standing in Desiree's office felt strange. Normally, it was her taking the orders of The Shield, but this time around, The Shield is the one being told what to do.

"Apparently, Desiree thinks that the talent that WWE wants to sign is Asher Roberts. I keep assuring her that it isn't him, but she just wants us to protect her, if this guy is out to hurt her." Jon spoke up to Colby and Joe, knowing that they wondered what made her request their services. First, they were professional wrestlers, not bodyguards and second, why did they go to him and not Stephanie or Hunter? This was all strange to all of them, but they had to do anything to please her and for her to know that they are on her side.

"Asher? Des' ex-boyfriend? I really think that she is overthinking about this. WWE named the guy Dominic Asher—what are the chances that it could be him? It's very slim, and what if it is him? He might be a whole new person, trying to make amends with his ex-girlfriend," Colby explained, giving his insight in the whole dilemma. He didn't think that the man that she had to hold a contract signing for would be the same guy that he hooked her up with a long time ago, "Joe, what do you think?" Colby asked, before being irritated at the fact that Joe was on the phone with someone, grinning.

Joe's eyes connected with Colby's irritated eyes. He knew that he was annoyed about something, and thought that the logical thing would be to end his call, "Look, I think we can talk about this endorsement deal later. I'm in the middle of something real important. Can we reschedule something? Perhaps in the offices of New York? I got a WrestleMania Press Conference on Tuesday, and I think I can meet inside the offices and have this discussion face-to-face," he asked, as the man on the phone agreed to the appointment as Joe smiled, "Cool, I'll see you Tuesday. No, thank you. Bye."

Joe put away his phone inside his pocket. His eyes focused on Colby, Desiree and Jon, who looked back on him. Colby was more irritated at the fact, but Des and Jon tried to bit their tongues, not letting anything horrible get in front of the reason that they are actually here, "Are you doing with your phone call?" Colby asked. A tone of rudeness in his voice as Joe chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm done. We're meeting in New York on Tuesday. Don't worry, I'll be sticking around for what Desiree wants. By the way, what does Desiree want?" Joe asked, his eyes turned to her.

"I think my ex-boyfriend, Asher could be the guy that I am signing today. So, I asked for the help of The Shield, knowing that they are ready to protect me at all costs. It's probably not him, but I get worried because of this stuff, and you know I have been attacked in the past." Desiree explained, thinking about one of the Ambrose fan girls attacking her in Melbourne. She hoped for that event not to repeat at any costs.

The Shield nodded in agreement, knowing about what they had to do in order to protect Desiree. They all looked at each other, in mutual agreement that they would all help the woman they have known ever since she was sixteen years old.

"Um, Ms. Harper."

Desiree looked near the door to find her secretary, Laura. The one secretary with the short brunette hair, and wore this glasses that made her look intelligent right in her front door, "Dominic is here to discuss the contract. And may I say, he's an attractive young man, with blonde hair and blue eyes. A little inappropriate, but I think you will have no problem with him." she informed her, and that's when Desiree's heart fell.

It was really Asher.

"Don't worry, babe. We got your back." Jon kissed the top of Des' head, prepared for Asher to come walking inside the door. He would be the first one to say something to him, then if he is willing to cooperate, this contract signing would go without a hitch. Let's hope that happened, and not having the faction formally known as The Shield triple power bomb him through the coffee table.

Desiree's eyes were glued to the door. There was a part of her that was scared to death about if the guy on the opposite side of the room was really Asher Roberts. There was a part of her that prayed that it wasn't him. That it was someone else that she had never heard of before. It's the WWE for crying out loud, anything can happen, no matter if you like it or not. Desiree was certain that she was not going to like it. A blonde man with blue eyes entered the door and that's when Desiree covered her mouth in shock to find…

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_What was she shocked to find? Is it that guy that we all hate? What do I have in mind? Have to see next chapter! Thank you: Dixiewinxwrites12, SoftballSass143, Guest, justkimmy, DeeMarie426, Ronnie Leigh, DaShadowAngel and RainingHearts03 for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	7. The Contract Signing

**_Human_**

**_Big things can come when least expected..._**

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A blonde man with blue eyes entered the door and that's when Desiree covered her mouth in shock to find…

Declan Knight standing on the opposite side of the room.

A wave of relief rushed through her. She was so thrilled that it was not Asher Roberts on the opposite of the room, but her Desiree 2.0, Declan. This man always gave her the best wisdom that he could give. He was straight forward with her, and was never the one to sugarcoat things. She considered him an ally. A man that was always there at the right time. Without him, she'd be screwed. She needed this man to help her get through things and find solutions to problems that she had experienced in the past. She hadn't seen Declan ever since Colby and Leighla's wedding, and he never informed her that he was training to become a wrestler. This was all a shock to her; he never did inform her off this, and man, did she feel like an idiot?

Declan was twenty-three years old, and he had a little more muscle within himself. He wasn't this muscular guy that the WWE wants, but the same body shape as Colby. Des had to admit it—he looked good compared to the last time that she seen him. He smiled at his friend, who looked happy to see him. More like she was expecting someone else to be coming out of that door_. Who was she expecting to come inside the room?_ he wondered to himself.

"Declan Knight! You have no idea how happy we are that you're in this room!" Jon was the first one to greet his girlfriend's best guy friend with one of those man hugs, "Desiree over there was so nervous about who could be coming inside the room. It's her first day working for the WWE, so you know how nervous women can get?" he joked with him, which got him laughing.

"Man, Hunter told me that someone new was going to hold the contract signing, but I never thought of Desiree doing that. She never told me that she never signed with the WWE!" Declan was more than excited—he was thrilled to see his best pal doing his contract signing.

"Declan, my man!" Colby was the second one to greet him with one of those handshakes men do with each other—or at least, Colby and Declan, "How are you doing? I've seen some of your Indy matches and dare I say that you know how to throw a punch." he complimented as Declan smiled.

"Thank you, Colby. No so bad yourself." he complimented back.

"It's been such a long time. We're so glad that you walked inside that door. Des had us believing that her ex-boyfriend, Asher Roberts would be the one walking inside the door. The name 'Dominic Asher' had her scared and wanting to run to the hills. Now that we know you're here, it makes everything better and we can relax.

"You thought Asher would be where I am?" Declan asked as his saw Desiree still shocked that Asher was not the person inside her room. It was her best guy friend. The man with all the wisdom in the world. Declan walked over to him, trying to calm her down, "Relax, after I dealt with Asher at Homecoming, he will never come back to hurt you. So, more past those problems and let's focus on the present. For starters, I'm here and I'm excited to use the NXT training facility. I've been dying here and wrestling. Second, you're doing this contract signing. She knew that I was coming, and probably thought it would be nice for us to reunite."

"Why did the WWE name you 'Dominic Asher'? Did they pick out the name for you or did you pick out the name for yourself? If you did pick out the name for yourself, why is your last name 'Asher'?" Desiree asked, wanting as much answers as she could get possible. She was just uncomfortable with his last name, even though it's not his actual name.

"I wanted my ring name to be 'Dominic Ash', but they thought that 'Ash' was too short of a last name, so 'Asher' was brought up. Hunter and Stephane was all lighting up the name, claiming that it would bring in money, and with my 'pretty boy' look that I can attract female fans, but with my technical wrestling skills that I might win over the IWC and I might be a loved wrestler all around. By little kids to old people. I couldn't say no to the last name. I couldn't let my dream slip away from me. Des, you can understand that right?" Declan explained as Desiree listened. She frowned, she understood that Declan was a man that would do anything to chase his dreams. He was just like her, sometimes, even a better Desiree than she was.

"I suppose, I understand. I would do the exact same thing, but I was just freaked out by the entire thing. I didn't know who the guy was until you stepped inside the room. I'm glad it's you, Declan. I'm glad it was you, rather than Asher. What upsets me is that you never explained to me that you were a wrestler or wanted to do professional wrestling. So, all those bruises and cuts were from wrestling matches?" Desiree asked, all of it making sense to her.

Declan nodded, "Yeah. I've been through a lot. I knew, you wouldn't have liked me to do wrestling because I don't have that mindset to do wrestling, but I went to The Shield at Homecoming night back at the hotel that one night, and asked them about me wrestling, and they were all encouraging about it. They even provided me with some of their connections to help me get training. They gave me a lot of advice, and encouraged me to chase my dreams—like you, Desiree." Declan continued as Desiree looked at The Shield.

"You knew that Asher would be stepping out of the door, and you never informed me?" she asked them, sounding a bit hurt that they hid this secret from her. She thought that they would never keep secrets from her.

"I didn't know his name was 'Dominic Asher' at the Indies, he went by his actual name. I was just as shocked that it would be him entering that room. I am just like you, babe. I knew nothing at all, until now." Jon explained, trying to get his girlfriend to calm down by hugging her.

"I'm with Jon with the entire thing. I didn't know that Declan was Dominic. I thought the chances of him walking inside the room were very slim." Joe added on, trying to calm down the Business Strategist, who was still freaked out from the turn of events.

"Alright, let's all calm down and get this contract signing started. Let's all move on from this." Colby told the group of people inside the office. They all nodded in agreement. The Shield standing behind Desiree and she took a seat on a chair, one side of the room, while Declan took the other side on the opposite side of the room.

"Alright, I have discussed with your lawyer the contract about our policies read inside the contract. If you are caught using drugs such as steroids or anything thing that you inject in your body one time, it's a thirty day suspension, two times, it's a sixty day suspension, and three times and your contract is terminated and you will be released from the company. You're allowed any medication to treat symptoms such as a migraine, cramps, toothache, and anything stronger than that that you can get over the counter will have to be approved by the medical team. You don't start getting paid until you make it to an NXT taping. Since you're going to be an NXT talent, your paycheck will consist of $75,000 a year, but get to the main roster and it will add up for you." Desiree explained to Declan, who looked over the contract again.

"If I'm training without money, how will I be able to pay for the necessities that I need?" Declan asked.

"WWE will provide things that you will need. You get paid to go around the world for free, you need to remember that." Desiree explained to him.

"Alright, I understand. I'm just so used to paying for my flights. So, this is all different for me. Hopefully, you guys will help me with the ropes." Declan looked at The Shield, who grinned back at him, assuring him that they will have his back.

"No, worries. Need anything from me, and I can get you it in a matter of a few days." Joe nodded his head, couldn't helping, but brag about being able to get what he wants with a call in his cell-phone. Colby rolled his eyes, knowing that he hasn't found the success that Joe has found. He spend the last four years, in the mid cards. Going back and forth in the main event spot, but never finding a place in it, until last July, where he finally found himself as a main event player.

"Cool. I hear you're loaded now," Declan grinned at him. He hoped that he could reach that success one day, "How's life for you?"

"It's very business, but all the hard work pays off in the end for you, Declan. You just need to work hard, wrestle hard, and go hard with everything that you do." Joe gave him the best advice that he could offer the young wrestler.

Declan nodded at Joe, and then looked back at Desiree, he picked up the black pen and clicked on it. The point coming out as Declan looked at the contract. His dream was looking at him in the face. All he needed was to sign the contract, and he would be part of the WWE family. Besides, he will be working near his best friend, Jon, Joe, Colby. All those great faces that he would love to be around each and every day.

Things seem to be looking up to him.

"Alright, I'm signing it," Declan wrote his signature on the line on the bottom of the page as he smiled at himself. He finally signed that damn contract, "say, hello to Dominic Asher." he announced proudly to everyone in the room.

"Welcome to the WWE, Dominic Asher." Desiree smirked.

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"You had no idea how worried I was today." Desiree rested her head on Jon's shoulder after a RAW show. The two were in a private locker room that was provided for Jon, who was a top heel in the WWE as of late. He looked down at Desiree, understand the emotion that she was feeling today. He was worried for her, knowing that Asher impacted her life in a negative way. On the other hand, Asher's mistake helped Jon get closer to Desiree.

"I don't blame you. I was worried for you. I hate seeing you get worked up and it happens to be nothing. You don't understand how thrilled I was to see Declan Knight walking inside that door. If it were Asher," Jon chuckled, not wanting to complete that sentence. Let's just say that Jon was ready to attack, if Asher entered that room, "I would have done what it took to protect you. I don't care if he changed or whatever, I would never trust the guy in my life."

"I understand that you were thrilled. I felt that same emotion as well. I was just shocked that Declan walked inside the room. I never knew he wanted to be a professional wrestler. Why didn't you tell me that as soon as you found out that's what Declan wanted? I would have been alright with it. In fact, it would have been awesome to see some of his Indy matches." Desiree was determined for an answer.

"You were going through so much with Asher trying to force himself on you. I figured that I would hold on from that little secret, until you were ready to hear it, but I found myself feeling something that I never expected to happen." Jon's eyes widened, having no clue how to respond to what Desiree wanted to know.

Desiree took her head off his shoulder, "What happened?"

"I feel in love with you," Jon chuckled, "You know, we're going to be in London for WrestleMania. You know how significant that place is to me?" he asked her as she grinned.

"It's was when you kissed me for the first time. It was the first time that I felt close to you. It was my seventeenth birthday, and you kissed me as your present. It was a great present from you. Totally unexpected," Desiree blushed, thinking about that one romantic moment of your life, "Can your remind me?" she asked.

Jon raised a brow, "Remind you of what?"

"How you kissed me for the first time?"

Jon smiled as his eyes focused on Desiree's eyes, "It was slow and anticipating," his eyes shifted to her lips as he outlined her lips with his thumb. Desiree felt her lips tingle. She remembered that feeling occur the first time that he was about to kiss her, "I looked for some sort of sign whether to make that move, and when I saw the look in your eyes, I knew that I should seize that opportunity and kiss you. Like this," he slowly connected his lips onto her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing back passionately.

Let's just say, when these two are not in the fifty states, something big happens.

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_How many of you thought that the guy was Asher? SHAME ON YOU! Do you think that I am that evil? I'm not, but twisted is another story. I thought making it Asher was too predictable. I like twist and turns. Next chapter, pay attention to a character without a name, she or he might play an important factor to this story. lol I hope that all of you are keeping up with the story and I appreciate the love that it has gotten. Thank you to: Dixiewinxwrites12, FPK101, Guest, Ronnie Leigh, emma, justkimmy, Angelica Herrera Gastelum, DaShadowAngel, DeeMarie426 and SoftballSass143 for they reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	8. Don't Give Up

_**Human**_

_**If you love someone, you fight for them to be on the same page as you...**_

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"Let me tell you something about Reigns," Hunter Levesque grabbed the attention of the conference room. It was then that Desiree's attention was not on the piece of paper that was nicely on her purple folder, but on the chairman of the WWE, "He's at the top of his game right now. No one can stop this man. He may have entered the main roster looking like one of the greenest guys, but he has really showing that he can carry a company on his back. I knew for day one that there was something fascinating about that guy, and I'm glad that all of you people have seen it that way."

Desiree had always believed in Joe. There was something about that man that had the look that the WWE wants in their talent. Also, being the cousin of The Rock never hurt anyone. It meant that you had something to live up to. When she finished the internship, people were beginning to see the good in Joe and his talents. It almost pissed her off how she believed in her ever since day one in the main roster, and people started acknowledging him when she had left. However, when she left, people were now seeing the good in Colby, and that was what made her so happy—people saw what she has seen in these guys from the very first day.

"I agree, Mr. Levesque," Desiree awkwardly bit her lip, "_Reigns,_ does have something special. I find it terrific at how much he has grown in the past five years. He has really earned that WWE World Heavyweight Championship. The question stands—do we dethrone the big guy or do we continue to push him as one of the strongest champions in WWE history? From a business perspective, Reigns is what is good for business. He has that marketable look that everyone just loves in a champion. His t-shirts are the top selling t-shirts in . I do believe that his shirts can oversell John Cena's by the summer, but Rollins' shirts and Ambrose's shirts are not so far behind him. Those two have the capabilities to give Reigns a run for his money." Desiree was talking business, but she found it strange calling those people by their ring last names. She hadn't call them that in the longest time.

Hunter nodded his head, "The thing is—are they ready for a different looking champion? Five years ago, Daniel Bryan became the WWE World Heavyweight Champion, and it was a huge success, but this is five years later. Do they want to see Dean Ambrose or Seth Rollins become champion? I do not know how people will respond to them. The internet has turned their backs on Reigns a long time ago. They've always been high on Ambrose and Rollins since they came from an Indy background. How long until they turn their backs on them?" he asked.

"I just don't see Ambrose will the belt. We have given him the United States and Intercontinental Championship, and I do admit, he has done well with them, but I feel like the title will lose prestige if he holds it," one of the board of directors members spoke up as Des tried her best to bite her tongue. This was her man that they were talking about. She couldn't play favorites and defend Jon, as much as she would, "This is a street dog. Does the WWE Universe want him to be a champion? He's a top heel. Everyone hates him or everyone loves how he plays his role, but does he what it takes to be champion? I don't know." he shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't underestimate Ambrose. This guy is a wildcard and very unpredictable. If that WWE wants to take the unpredictability route, make that man your champion. When given the chance, he can shine and he will come out on top. This guy has worked his ass off for the past five years, why not give him the championship? Does he not have the look? The female fans beg to differ! Does he not have talent? That's preposterous! He's one of the most talent guys in the roster! You guys have been saying for the past few years that Ambrose is a future champion, but why not make him champion now? He may not be your perfect champion, but he can be a pretty good damn champion, when he is given an opportunity to make the most of it." Desiree didn't know how people would respond to her defending her boyfriend, but the one board of director member was really pissing her off. She didn't know if she were to get some heat because she was defending Jon or what.

"Desiree's right—Ambrose is a wildcard, but do we want that type of unpredictability? Do we want to risk that Ambrose is the heir to CM Punk—do I dare say his name," he sighed, reminding himself that just like Punk, Ambrose can be known as the next loose cannon of the WWE, "The WWE is all about giving the fans a show that they will remember years from now. These three men are wonderful talent. I am lucky that I had the opportunity to face each other them in a match. These three have that it factor that everyone likes. Remember, that we've had the same problems with Daniel Bryan, and he's one of the most over guys in the longest time. What we might think is not good for business might be what is best for business in the end of the day." Hunter explained as Desiree understood what he was trying to explain.

"You're correct, but put your faith on that one certain guy, and the WWE will be no more." the board of director member, the same one that spoke up earlier with the blonde hair and corporate suit that made her cringe with the blue eyes that Des assumed with fill with a pool of pure evil.

Man, did she hate this guy.

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Jon was admiring the diamond engagement ring that he had bought for Desiree months ago in his hands. He was also making sure that nothing was wrong with the ring that everything was right about it or he would have to get that problem fixed. He was in the locker room with Colby as they went on their different tasks for the night. Colby noticed Jon looking at the ring. It was beautiful ring, and Des would be crazy not to accept it. It was everything that she could possibility ever want in that giant diamond. If Dean Ambrose was in one knee holding his ring, proposing to you? Would you accept the ring? So, what made Des so different from those billions of girls in the world, killing to be in that position that she is in?

"You still haven't proposed to her?" Colby asked in disbelief, grabbing Jon's attention away from the diamond and into his friend. Jon hated being interrupted like that, but he knew that Colby never intended to irritate him.

"Desiree has stated her opinions on the concept with marriage and children and all that stuff," Jon began with a sigh, "She's like a scared little girl, when it comes to stuff like that. I'm somewhat praying that, when she is helping Joe with his vows and with JoJo and her wedding planning that she falls in love with the concept of marriage and kids. I mean, she's been working for the WWE for about two weeks now, and I know she hasn't completely settled yet, but when she does, we need to have that discussion once again. I would love to propose when we're in London because that was when we had our first kiss, but I don't know, if she'll accept it. God, women…" he slapped his forehead in stress as Colby laughed at him.

"Don't sweat it, Jon. All women are like that. Leighla was like one of those girls once…" Colby pointed out.

"She was stubborn too?"

Colby glared at Jon, who smirked at his own comment, "I am trying to help you, and I'm the only one that's allowed to call my wife stubborn. You don't see me calling your girlfriend stubborn." he defended himself.

"You kind of did call her stubborn," Jon realized, acting defensive, "Are you asking me to punch you before WrestleMania because I would so do that to you!"

"Jon, getting off track. All I am saying was that Leighla had a point in her life, where she didn't want marriage and kids. Then, when she wanted to have all that stuff, I didn't want any of that stuff at all because I was focusing on my career. It was a huge obstacle for the past seven years until we were both on the same page and wanted to settle. It was then that I proposed in the top of the Empire State Building. We've been married for some time, and we're the most happy that we have ever been. Might be the same thing with you and Des. Just need that mindset to be the same." Colby explained, using his personal life as an example that can help Jon out.

"Saraya keeps telling me to keep Des involved with the wedding planning. I am crossing my fingers that she'll be in a good mood, and that she'll say yes to marriage. Colby, I really, really, love this girl. I never imagined myself settling down with a woman, but I can see the vision clear with Desiree. I really hope that in London, everything falls into place and that I propose and she starts planning for her own wedding. It seems like everyone around us is getting hitched, but us. Do you know how irritating that is?" he asked Colby, slight irritation in his voice.

"Very irritating? Do you know where Desiree is?" Colby asked, this being one of the few times, where Jon and Desiree were not seen together. It seemed like ever since they were a couple that they haven't left each other's sides. Hell, they never left each other's sides, when they were just the wrestler and the intern, but seeing them separated made the two-toned wrestler curious.

"She's with Leighla and Amber getting something to eat—you know that girl time that she wants to get. After work, she went with Leighla and Amber to check out some flowers for the wedding. Des texted me saying that everything was fine and that I didn't have anything to worry about." Jon explained to Colby, who nodded his head, understanding everything now. Colby stood up.

"Amber and Joe's wedding should be interested. I'm guessing since Leigh and I are married, they're going to get married, I'm wondering if we'll see a Jon and Desiree wedding. I mean, we all deserve to be happy. Especially, you since you have overcame obstacles that seemed impossible to overcome. Just don't worry about getting married and stuff right now. Focus on making her happy and it will pay off in the end of the day. It did for me." Colby explained as Jon stood up, after he explained.

"Do you think that this wedding concept will make her fall in love with marriage and all that stuff? If only I knew what was making her so hesitant about this entire thing. I told her that I would protect her heart and that sappy speech that people would slap me for, but I swear, Desiree is going to be the death of me." Jon shook his head, mockingly. He meant what he said with love all over his words.

Colby laughed at his comment, "Aren't all women? I know Leighla is."

"Colby!"

Colby turned around to stare at Leighla, who was shaking her head after hearing the comment about how all women are the death of me. Next to his wife was Desiree, who had returned from having lunch with Amber, who had returned to Joe, talking about their day. Colby hadn't intended for his wife to hear that statement, so he starched the back of his neck, very uncomfortably at the glare from Leighla.

"Um…um...um…did you do anything different with your hair?" Colby had asked the question that Jon had asked Desiree about a week ago. The way that he asked the question sounded so awkward, but he didn't stutter a word that came out of his mouth. Desiree giggled at him—reminding herself of when Jon had asked her the question. Apparently, Colby went to Jon for good lies to tell.

"Nice try, Lopez, but you might not get off the hook this time," Jon placed a hand on Colby's shoulder as the sarcasm came out of his mouth. One thing that Desiree admired about Jon—no filter for anything. He said what he wanted to say, "I think we might leave you guys alone. Come on Des, let's look at the pretty lights, before I head for my match tonight. And, if you behave, I might get you a cupcake!" Jon said as he and Desiree went out the door.

"Yippee!" Desiree was heard exclaiming out the door as Colby was left inside the room, prepared to hear his wife yell at him for his comment.

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_First of all, poor Colby. lol Secondly, does the board of director guy that Desiree works with ring a bell? I mean, with description wise or pure evilness? Keep the guy in mind. He might have a bigger role with Desiree and Jon than meets the eye. Thank you to: Ronnie Leigh, justkimmy, DeeMarie426, Guest, DaShadowAngel, SoftballSass143 and KatelynnBB for you reviews. Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	9. Jon's Big Moment

_**Human**_

_**These are the moments that you need to see in person...**_

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WrestleMania had arrived and Desiree can feel the excitement in the air. To her, this was the pinnacle of wrestling. This was the place that wrestlers work hard to wrestle at. No the pay-per-view can compare to WrestleMania. This was a showcase of the immoral. This was a place to make a name for yourself and get your name in the book of legends. She hoped that this would be the night where Jon shines like the star he has always been. She had a good feeling about this night.

This night was going to be a great night.

Turning around, Jon saw that Des had the stars in her eyes. Her eyes looked around the WrestleMania sign. She couldn't believe that she was staring at it. It sounded silly. Knowing that Desiree had been with Jon for five years and this is her first time seeing the sign up close. He smiled at the wonder of her eyes, "Are you excited about the match?" he asked her, who turned her head to finally look at him in the eyes.

She grinned at him and bit her lip, "Maybe just a tad bit? I'm nervous about how everything is going to turn out. I'll admit something to you—management has a different story when it comes to you over the story that they have with Joe. They see Joe as the mega star that everyone hypes him to be, but with you. They see you as a wildcard—anything can happen with the WWE. If you were crowned champion. I really don't know what Hunter has planned, but I hope it is something that makes you look good."

Jon grabbed Desiree from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. His chin was resting on her left shoulder as he swayed her around, "Babe, I do want to be the best in the WWE. I want to bring an element that has never been seen before. I really don't care if I'm crowned the champion. Am I saying that I don't want to be champion? No, I want to be crowned champion, but it is not going to be the end of the world if I am not champion. Des, who cares what management says. I'm not here to fit anyone's mold."

Desiree thought of what Jon told her. He did have a point. He was not here to fit into anyone's mold. Sure, he was not cousins with The Rock or had two-toned hair, but he was himself. He did not want to be champion, if he wasn't going to be himself. He wants to feel like he accomplished something without changing a damn thing about himself. The WWE is so eager about putting their stamp on wrestler and changing things about them. Jon did not want to be a victim of that and Des knew that.

"I know, but there's some guy in management that thinks that having you as champion will be a giant risk for the company. That it wouldn't be what is best for business. The guy pisses me off…" she muttered under her breath at the thought of the guy. To her, that guy was so pure evil. He made it so obvious that he was against Jon and the thought of making him champion.

"I really don't care about what he thinks. I'm going to continue being me and you shouldn't let him get the best of you. You're above that corporate scum. Don't even stoop yourself down to his level. I believe you're a smart and beautiful woman. Don't let him even get to you. He has nothing good going in his life. That is why he is putting you down. He knows by talking trash about me that he is getting a rise out of you." Jon gave her a hug from behind as it received a smile from his girlfriend.

"Why must he attack you to get to me? He knows that I would have went berserk at him. I swear, the next time he talks shit about you, I am going to…" Jon paused Des, before she was able to complete her sentence. He began to chuckle, knowing that Desiree couldn't even give go berserk on herself if she even tried. She was too soft and the day that Jon saw her go berserk and beat up the crap out of someone would the exact same day that the Cleveland Browns make it to a Super Bowl.

"Dessy, don't even try to make yourself look tough around me. It's not going to work." Jon retorted as Desiree's mouth was ajar. She found it offensive that Jon thought of her as not tough or he made it seem that way. As soon as she was healthy and gained all of her weight back, she began to work out doing some of the simplest things like yoga or lifting weights to get some strength within herself. Jon doesn't know that she has gained a few pounds of muscle in her arms. That if she could punch him back to the U.S., she would do it in a heartbeat.

"I have been working out these past four years. Thank you very much! I have really worked on my body and I thought you'd be the first to know since you're the only one that is allowed to see me without clothes on." she retorted back at him. Jon continued to laugh. It seems like these two were going to banter again. Seriously, these two would banter over the silliest things, but it's what has kept the fire for their relationship going.

"I'm not focus on your arms when your clothes are off," Jon blurted out laughing some more, "My eyes are on _another_ body part!"

"You guys are disgusting…"

Jon and Desiree looked near the door to find Declan Knight standing near the door. Declan had a disturbed look on his face. Wishing he could have enter the room at a different time. Perhaps, before the conversation became disturbing. However when he was young, he would be the one to make jokes about Desiree's crush on Jon in the most inappropriate times. He was just like Colby and Joe, he never saw his friend and Dean Ambrose getting together. The chance of that happening were slim, but apparently anything can happen if you set your mind to it.

"Hey _Dominic_," Jon called him by his ring name, trying to get the feel of it if they ever cross paths in the WWE, "Thank God, that you were able to make it before this conversation got really inappropriate. He approached Declan, "I mean, Desiree was really over me and I kept telling her that I have a match, but then she goes ranting about her body and thank God, you're here." Jon gossiped to him with exaggeration, telling him a false story as Desiree's mouth dropped.

"I was not all over you," Desiree defended herself, pointing her finger at Jon. While Declan stood there being amused, "Be careful what comes out of your mouth or the only action you're going to be getting is in your wrestling match tonight!" Desiree punched him in the gut as Jon flinched, holding his gut, "I love you though, good luck out there." she kissed him on his cheek sweetly and walked out of his dressing room with Declan.

Alone in the dressing room, Jon held his gut, looking at the door that Des and Declan exited out from, "I love you too, babe." he knew one thing now…

Never underestimate his girlfriend's toughness.

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As the match continued, Desiree held on to the key necklace that Jon had given her five years ago. It was a Christmas gift that symbolize that he only had the key to her heart. It was part of a set since Jon had a heart necklace that he had on his key chain. As a promise to Jon, she will always wear her heart. Usually, girls would wear their hearts on their sleeves, but Desiree literally wore that heart on her neck. However, her heart organ was on her sleeve. She just had so much love and that was what Jon loved about her.

"Come on, babe! You can do it! Don't tap out!" Desiree cheered for Jon as the loving and supportive girlfriend that she is. Everyone backstage looked at this woman, who they have known for being quiet was the loudest one in the room. She was so loud that Brad Maddox, Declan and JoJo all jumped out of their seats, whenever Jon was shown in the camera.

"Desiree, calm down. Your cheering is so loud that it can wake up Russia," Brad tried his best to calm down his friend that was going crazy in this match. He had never seen her go so crazy in a match before, "Just calm down and watch the match."

"Well, word on the street is that Jon wants action WrestleMania weekend and this match isn't going to count." the old Declan was back, who was making inappropriate jokes. JoJo was going to defend Desiree, who was so invested in the main event match happening.

"Really, Declan? At least Jon gets action unlike you," JoJo shot back at him because of his rude remark about Jon wanting action, "Seriously, when was the last time you ever had a girlfriend?" she raised a brow at him, awaiting for him to answer her question.

When was the last time that Declan had a girlfriend? He has dated girls in the past, but most were not long committed relationships. There were no girls that he was interested on. He preferred blondes because they know how to have fun. All he wants in a girl is someone that is nice and she had to have some look. She had to be nice to look at. He knew it was shallow of him to say that he wanted a pretty girlfriend, but what guy wouldn't want a pretty girlfriend? He also wants someone that is nice and down to earth. Can't he get all of that? He really hoped so.

"It's been a long time. It doesn't really irritate me. I really don't have a need for one because of me finally getting signed up for the WWE. I like being single to be quite honest. Besides, all of Desiree's friends are getting married and I don't feel the need to have a girlfriend." Declan shrugged his shoulders. He had no desire at all to have a girlfriend. If that time comes where he wants a girlfriend, he would go find a girl and get to know her. His life is a good though and why would he want something to get in the way of it?

"Single forever bro?" Brad high-fived Declan, who smirked back at him.

"Single forever, Maddox." Declan confirmed it.

"SHHH! I am watching the match! Jon has Colby where he wants him! YES! YES! YES!" Desiree jumped out of her seat in suspense. Could this be the moment where Jon wins the WWE World Heavyweight Championship? Hearing Desiree's voice made the three other wrestlers look to their television for what could be history in the making. Dean Ambrose picked up a weakened Seth Rollins and connected with 'Dirty Deeds'. Dean went for the cover and at the count of three, Roman jumps to the ring to save the count, but it was too late because Dean is now the WWE World Heavyweight Champion.

Desiree squealed as she watched Lillian Garcia announce him as the new WWE World Heavyweight Champion. Dean looked at titles that were now in his possession. He couldn't believe that this moment had finally happened to him. The thing that Desiree hoped would happen was happening right now and she was the happiest girlfriend in the whole wide world. There is no emotion big enough to explain how Desiree was feeling. She was so damn happy for Jon. He has worked his ass off these last five years in the WWE for a moment like this. She is so happy.

So happy, she can marry him.

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_Aren't I such a tease?_ _There's going to be a lot of drama ahead! Prepare for the ride! :) Thank you to: SoftballSass143, Guest, DaShadowAngel, emma, justkimmy, Ronnie Leigh, Angelica Herrera Gastelum, and DeeMarie426 for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_

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	10. A Proposal She Can't Refuse

_**Human**_

_**Love is a strong enough emotion that can conquer any fears...**_

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"You honestly don't know what you and creative did, Hunter," the board of director's member with blonde hair and blue eyes claimed at Hunter Levesque, who was sitting in his chair in his office. He had worry in his eyes. It was like Jon becoming the WWE World Heavyweight Champion was the biggest mistake that the WWE has ever made in his entire life, "You just gave the wildcard the championship. You gave the title to the next loose cannon of the WWE. Do you not see what Ambrose is capable of? Do you not know who he's dating? I don't know how many dicks that she had to suck to pull that off, but she is not going to get away with this!"

"Listen Arnold, I know that you are angry about the outcome of WrestleMania last night. However, we wanted to be unpredictable as possible. The WWE can't always be predictable and generic like other wrestling promotions around the world. We are different and with Ambrose, we are going to be able to be the company that stands out the most. You're thinking of things like a wrestling fan would think about the results of matches. That is what I wanted. I wanted a reaction out of the WWE Universe. I wanted people to be talking about the main event. Mission accomplished. Don't question how things work around here. Desiree wasn't sucking anything. This isn't just a business relationship between Desiree and Jon. They go back a long time." Hunter informed him as Arnold began to get angry a vain popping out from the side of his head.

"I know all about Desiree and Jon's relationship. He was in love with an underage girl. How does he still have a job here? Their relationship is disgusting. An attractive woman like Desiree deserves someone better. If Jon really liked her, he would have already proposed to her. What's holding back the WWE World Heavyweight Champion? If he really loved Desiree, he would have shown it already. Or…is he ashamed of their relationship. Knowing the backlash that Ms. Harper would receive if she ends up marrying that scum of a champion." Arnold bashed Desiree and Jon like there was no tomorrow.

"Easy, we are strictly professional in the WWE. It's none of my damn business about how and when their relationship start. The point is that: they'll eventually get married, but it's not of my damn business to pressure him to doing it. I just want him to do what is best for business and what you need to know, Arnold is that Dean Ambrose is best for business," Hunter smirked at Arnold, who was still holding onto that death glare that had not left his face, "Now, excuse me, I got chairman duties to get to."

Hunter's attention went back to his papers as Arnold looked at Hunter. His belief of Jon not being what is good for business was set on stone. There was no changing his mind.

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"Babe, I am so proud of you. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that, but congratulations!" Desiree told him for what happened to be the millionth time—or that is what Jon presumed of that being. The smile and giddiness on her face made him smile. Everything was looking up to him. Beautiful girl, champion and soon to be engaged man—at least he hoped that. He was proud that he was able to show all the doubters that never believed that he would be a champion wrong. It is Monday and he cannot contain the emotion that he is feeling. Desiree has the day off, in which she had gotten from Hunter, so she could celebrate Jon's win, before RAW tonight.

Stopping walking the streets of England, Jon embraced her in a hug, which she was more than happy to accept, "This means the world to me. I mean, you're here and that's all that matters to me. I've got dinner planned for tonight. I mean, it's England and we shall live the life to the fullest. Take it as a thank you for being my rock all of these years. For never giving up on me, even though there were days that I wanted to give up on myself. You're just amazing and all of that stuff," Jon pecked a kiss on her lips, "The dinner is going to be all fancy like. We're going to eat and then we'll get headed to the arena. Sound like a plan?"

Desiree thought about their little plan, "Dinner and wrestling. I feel like I am a teenager again," she giggled to herself, "It sounds like the most perfect plan ever." she pecked him on the lips, standing on her tip toes as she did that. Jon's hand inside the pocket, in which a little black box was kept.

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"Oh my God, Desiree. What if he proposes tonight?" Leighla, Colby's wife shrieked just thinking about the fact of Desiree getting proposed. Desiree was with Leighla and Amber, Joe's fiancé in her hotel room picking out things for her to wear to dinner tonight. Desiree rolled her eyes mockingly, looking at the two girls, who were sitting on her bed. She honestly thought it was a celebratory dinner due to Jon winning the championship last night. That's all that this dinner was. However, whenever Des and Jon do leave the fifty states, something big always ends up happening. Examples: their first kiss was in England and their first time having sex was in China.

"He's not going to propose, Leighla. What are you so obsessed with me getting married? I am fine about the placement in mine and Jon's relationship. Things have been perfect for the past five years. I feel like we're going to end up like my parents, if we do end up getting married," Desiree began opening up to her two friends about the reason why marriage scares her. The reason that she has been so hesitant about marrying Jon, "The divorce of my parents still haunts me. When they told me three years back, I was devastated. I knew that my parents were having problems and I was glad that Dustin was finally out of my life, but no child wants to see their parents get divorced. What if that happens with me and Jon? The spark, chemistry and sexual tension between the two of us fizzles out?" Des began to get emotional as tears began to fall down to her cheeks. Amber came up and hugged the younger woman.

"Desiree, the spark between you and Jon is undeniable. I don't see it going out. If you guys have been able to last this long, you guys are going to last longer married. I know, I'm not married yet, but out of the three of us in the room, you deserve your happiness. You've been through so much shit over the years. Please, let this good thing happen to you. You two are so adorable with each other. You understand each other in levels that other couples fail to understand. This guy wants to marry you. Let him put a ring on you!" Amber's voice got louder as she shook around Desiree by her shoulders.

"Desiree, I'm not promising you that he's going to propose tonight. This can be what you said and just celebrating his victory last night. What I am saying is that don't be afraid of marriage. I was afraid to marriage and it turns out that I like being married. Colby provides me that unconditional love that I cannot find with anyone else. I really like marriage and if I like it, you're going to love it. I mean the two of you love and bicker like a married couple, so why not get married? If he doesn't propose to you tonight, have a heart-to-heart conversation about the topic. I know that he will be more than happy to have the conversation." Leighla convinced her the best that she could with a small on her face.

Desiree wiped the tears away from her face. It seemed like her fears of getting married were disappearing. She loves Jon with all of her heart. She wears her heart on her sleeve for this man. Hell, she still wears his gift that he gave her five years ago on her neck. She has his heart as well and she wears it proudly, "I think I might be ready for marriage after all." she gave them a heartwarming smile.

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I am not going to lie to say that Jon's heart was beating so freaking hard. This had to be one of the scariest things that he had ever done in his entire life. Last night, he was crowned champion. The thought of all of his hard work was paying off. Now, he's going to be proposing the girl that he is madly in love with. It scared him that he might get his heart broken. He knows what Desiree feels about the entire thing. He knows the fears and doubts that she goes through with the topic of their future. It does cross his mind that their relationship could end because they are two opposite ends, when it came to this discussion. He kept wiping his sweaty hands on his suit. His hand hadn't left the pocket of where the ring was at. Jon did not want to lose it. He could not risk those chances.

The beating of his heart increased when he saw his gorgeous girlfriend finally appear on the other side of the way. Desiree wore a silver strapless evening dress that was surrounded by diamonds. Her dress landed on the floor as her hair was straight for the entire thing. All she wanted to do was look beautiful to him. She had tried on many of the dresses that Leighla had shown on and this one looked just right to her. She felt like a princess with every step that she took. As she walked closer to Jon, she tried to watch her step, so she wouldn't trip and look like an idiot. Her smile bedazzled Jon's world as he smiled back.

"Hey, champ," she took her hands and wrapped them around his neck as he kissed her head, "I'm so sorry that I took long. I just wanted to look gorgeous for you. I felt like a champion needed a trophy wife." she stood there as she let Jon admire how she appeared to him. Desiree was no trophy for him. He was not one of those guys that wanted a pretty girl as eye candy. Jon wanted an actual relationship with Desiree. He wanted to be good enough for her—but, five years and still with her, he must be doing something right that he can't put his finger on.

"You're a gorgeous woman. Not a trophy, babe. You always look beautiful to me," Jon assured her, "I hope that this dinner will go well. We barely get dressed up for dinner, so I hope that you enjoy this." he entwined his fingers with her as he led her to a building. When Desiree looked inside, she noticed them pass a bunch of paintings that showed the pride of England. Jon led up upstairs as it lead to the roof of the restaurant. What she saw in her view was the London Eye going around. The other buildings surrounding her had bright lights on. It was so beautiful to her.

"Wow! This is an astounding view! This must have cost you a fortune. Jon, you shouldn't have done this," Desiree looked back at her boyfriend. She thought of herself as unworthy of this kind of treatment. What did she do to ever deserve Jon? "Wow! I'm speechless. I'm so fortunate of all of this. Thank you, Jon. I love you," she stood on her tiptoes and connected with a kiss on his lips, "I love this so much. I'm thankful that you're in my life. You mean the world to me." she smiled at him. The same smile that was able to win Jon's heart.

"I'm thankful that you have been able to accept all of my flaws. You knew about my past before you even knew me. I thought that I scared you away years ago. How are you still here? Nothing seems to ever scare you." Jon joked around as Desiree laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck nervously.

"Except tigers." she corrected him.

"Except tigers," he corrected himself with a laugh, "That's what I love about you. You're able to make me smile in days that I don't seem to be happy. Five years ago, you were able to turn my life upside down. At first, I was skeptical about you, then I found myself helping you, a friendship formed, that brother and sister bond formed, then I found out I was in love with you. There was no denying my feelings for you. I was still in love with you, even when I tried not to be. You were just it for me."

Desiree smiled as she looked at the sight of England, the wind blowing her hair to the side without messing it up, "You know that clock Big Ben? The clock has been going on for as long as anyone could remember. The clock will never stop working. It will still be going on for millions of more years—just like our love. Our love is like Big Ben. It will never stop. It will keep going forever. There will still be that anticipation to hear that gong go off at that specific hour. That gong is like the spark of our relationship. We anticipate things when we are together. We have thrill in the relationship. The hands on the clock—the big one and the little one. That's you and me Jon. We work as one." Jon was breath taken at the way Desiree expressed their love. He couldn't have said it any better himself. It sounded so poetic coming out of her mouth. It probably would have sounded lame coming out of his mouth.

"You're sweet. What you said made so much sense. I don't know, if I am lost in the moment, but Desiree, I really love you. What you said, I couldn't have said it any better. I probably would sound so lame…" he chuckled as Desiree placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it.

"It would have sounded just as beautiful, babe." she assured him with a giggle.

"I love you, Desiree. I never thought of myself as a guy that settled down. You've changed my perspective on women. I don't think they're all crazy bitches anymore. I honestly thought you were going to be a crazy bitch, but I'm glad that you ended up being so normal. Thank you for being yourself Desiree. I know that you aren't comfortable with being yourself, but I find you perfect the way that you are. You wear your heart on your sleeve and I've always promised to protect your heart and I wish to do that forever," Jon began to get shaky, dropping down to one knee. Desiree had anticipated this moment for the longest time. This was five years in the making. She covered her mouth in shock as Jon revealed the diamond ring that was in the black box as he asked the question that every woman wants to be asked by the man that she loves, "Desiree Marie Harper, will you marry me?"

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_YES! I DID THAT! I WENT THERE! I gave one of the biggest cliffhangers I have ever given in my entire life! It's not Jon's turn to say yes, but Des' turn. What will her answer be? Will Des say yes? And Arnold's determination to prove that Jon is not champion worthy continues... I want to thank: justkimmy, DeeMarie426, Ronnie Leigh, Guest and DaShadowAngel for the lovely reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	11. Des Says Yes?

_**Human**_

_**One answer can change everything...**_

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"Desiree Marie Harper, will you marry me?" Jon asked the biggest question he had ever asked in his entire life. This question was bigger than asking Desiree to be his girlfriend. On some level, this trumped that. This was question that could impact their bond. After this, she might not talk to him, declining the proposal or they may take the next step into their relationship. Desiree covered her mouth in silence. That scared Jon. What was she thinking in her mind? Did she see this coming? There was no sign from her of what her answer could be. Jon was a fool on his knee for more than a minute. Can Desiree answer the question? The more she made him wait, the more it made him nervous. The diamond ring was the brightest thing in England right now. The shimmer of the diamond was more shinny than Desiree's diamond evening gown.

Desiree was processing everything that just happened. Jon had proposed to her. It seemed like this was all happening so quick. Was she ready for marriage? She told Leighla and Amber that she was ready. That she was not afraid and hesitant anymore. However, the sight of the engagement ring that cost her more than their trip to England was so overwhelming. Who knows how much money Jon spent in that ring? It was so gorgeous to look at. It was in a shape of a heart. She uncovered her mouth and continued looking in the ring, she then looked at Jon with a smile, "Yes! I'll marry you!" she squealed as Jon picked her up and spun her around. Then, they connected with a kiss as he placed the ring on her ring finger.

"Thank God, babe. You scared me for like a minute! Couldn't you have saved me the worry?" Jon joked around with her as she admired the diamond hearted engagement ring on her finger. It looked gorgeous even on close. There was a part of her that wanted to cry. Tears of joy, of course. She had never anticipated getting married, ever since her parents divorced. Even as a teenager, she never saw herself married. It all changed when she met Jon and they fell in love. Honestly, she couldn't picture herself with anyone else. She was glad that Jon hadn't given up the thought of marrying her. It excited her now.

Desiree Harper was now an engaged woman.

"I was so shocked. Leighla had said to me that you might proposed. I thought she was just being typical Leighla, but you proposed! I never saw that coming. You caught me off guard with that proposal. Was this dinner just a trick for you to propose to me? Is this really a restaurant?" Desiree placed her hands on her hips, giving Jon a playful glare.

Jon laughed, "Can we just focus on the fact that this is actually happening right now? I mean, we're engaged now! We're settling down! We can now bicker like a married couple now. I can finally introduce you as my fiancée. I don't know about you, but I was nervous about how everything would turn out. I wanted to give you a proposal you would never forget. I wanted to catch you off guard. I'm glad that you accepted." Jon grabbed her hands and kissed them.

"I am too. I hope that this doesn't change our ways. I want everything to be perfect. I don't want to screw up anything. Oh my goodness, I need to call Darwin and Estelle. I need to Leighla, Amber, JoJo, and Declan! You need to call your buddies! Drake, Sami everyone! We're getting married! I need to start planning and I need to tell Hunter! How will he respond to the news?" Desiree was in an anxious mood, before Jon connected with another heated kiss.

Desiree kissed him back like always. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She deepened the kiss even more. Jon moaned in response as he picked her up. His hands landed around her back. There was something that told him to never let go of her. This girl was worth it. They way that he kissed her felt like she was being kissed by him for the very first time. Jon trailed down kisses on her neck. Her eyes fluttering at the tingling feeling that she got when they kissed.

"Jon, we got RAW to get to," Desiree was able to get out as he was pecking on her lips, "You got a huge segment to do that I really want to see." she poked his chest with a huge smile. Jon groaned, he didn't want this moment to end with her, but he was WWE World Heavyweight Champion. He didn't want to screw anything up.

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JoJo, Brad, Declan, Leighla and Amber had been waiting for Desiree to arrive so they can watch the show. JoJo was not in action since Sasha Banks and Alexa Bliss were facing each other tonight. Brad still was dealing with an injury that he should be cleared from in about a month or two. Desiree knew that she was late, but she had an explanation. Explanation: she just got engaged forty-five minutes ago. She kissed Jon as both of them quickly went their own ways.

"What the hell, Desiree? Just because you're with the WWE World Heavyweight Champion, you think you can be late?" Declan mocked her as Desiree had no desire to start a fight with him. She was on cloud nine. Everything was in her favor now. What can possibly go wrong with her? Desiree gave the group a smile of pride. This smile made them question why she was so happen. She was no longer in her dress. Instead, she wore a white blazer, with a Dean Ambrose t-shirt and leather pants with heel boots to match with the pants.

"Oh guys, I am so sorry," Desiree apologized as she touched her forehead, her diamond heart engagement ring exposing itself, "I had things happen!" the women squealed and hugged Desiree. Leighla was the happiest out of the girls.

"He proposed? Des! You're getting married! Congratulations. Our Desiree is growing up!" Leighla squealed as she hugged Des again. Desiree couldn't believe what was happening to her. She was engaged! She was scared, but excited for what the future had for her.

"I'm thrilled about everything. Your and Amber's pep talk helped me out. The whole proposal was so romantic and out of nowhere. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I'm thinking about the wonderful week that Jon is having. He's a champion, engaged man. Wow! What's next for him?" Desiree beamed.

"Before you start with your wedding, we need to get mine out of the way. Now, you will have an idea of what goes into planning a wedding. Jon being near Joe will get him an idea of what he has to go through from the man's perspective. I think that all of this will work out perfectly. Maybe, you'll gain a little inspiration with being around me." Amber grinned, making Desiree smile.

"Des! Can I be the best man at your wedding? I have stuck by you for half a decade. I deserve to be best man!" Brad protested as Desiree laughed. This was true; Brad was one of her friends here. He was the only one that made her feel at home. He was like a male version of herself.

Declan glared at Brad. "I beg to differ. I have known Desiree before this internship. She was the only reason I barley passed Spanish One. We go back a long time ago. If someone has to be the best man, it should be me. I have been her rock through it all. Desiree, take that under consideration."

"Guys, chill out," JoJo interjected into the conversation between the two guys in the group, "One wedding at a time. Besides, I bet we can find a couple of more bridesmaid dresses that will look good with you guys. That is only if you want to!"

"Don't remind me about that NXT initiation." Declan thought about that as it sent shivers down his spine. The first day that he went to use the training facility in Orlando, the guys down there made him put on a pink bridesmaid dress and run around the street with the most painful high heels. When he arrived inside, Bill DeMott looked at him like he was crazy. He forced him to take off the dress and to start training with him.

"Do I want to know what happened there?" Des asked, wondering if she wanted to hear the story from him. Declan's stories were always the funniest, but most disturbing that she had ever heard in her entire life. Sometimes, they were stories that she did not even want to listen to. This was the reason why Declan never told her the story of what he had done to Asher in the night of Homecoming five years ago. If Desiree were to hear the story, there was no telling what her reaction would be.

"No, you don't," Declan was straight-forward with her as Desiree nodded at him, "By the way, we should get a snack before the show starts. I want to be the very first one to get details out of everyone else." he flashed a smirk as Des shrugged her shoulders and told her friends that they will meet them with snacks, before the show starts.

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Des and Declan were at catering area chatting and talking with each other. They had gotten some fruit and salads for their snacks. Desiree decided if she was going to be a bridge that she should keep in shape without making herself starve. Declan joined Desiree at the table as they talked about things that have been going up with them.

"They say that I can make a televised debut in about six months. They do not want to put in on live TV unless they know that I am ready. I'm just excited that I got the contract! I've worked my ass off for so long. This is my dream." Declan couldn't believe that he was living his dream. There wasn't much guys that were able to say that. The smile on Declan's face made Desiree smile and be happy for him.

"You have the right to chase your dreams. I know I did. Don't focus on getting in the main roster so fast. You need to make a name for yourself at NXT and work on your craft. I just hope that they don't water your gimmick down. I like the—whatever you got going on." Desiree had never watched Declan wrestle. He had kept that part of his life away from Des. Desiree was not sure about what Dominic Asher was all about. What was his role?

"I'm the pretty bad boy—sound generic, but Hunter says that he wants to do something different with me. I'm cocky, but I can back things up in the ring—that's my gimmick. I'm that guy that you want to slap in the face and kiss at the same time. There have been rumors that Hunter wants to turn me heel and establish my reputation as that heel you hate—a heel you can hate? Who doesn't want that?" Declan asked rhetorically as Desiree took a bite out of her fruit.

"You better have the mic skills to back it up because—"

"Desiree, it's weird seeing you here."

Desiree stopped what she was going to say as she looked into the blue evil as of the cooperate jerk named Arnold. There was no doubt that he was unhappy about Jon winning the WWE World Heavyweight Championship. This guy not only liked Jon, but he wasn't too fond of Des as well. Who could hate Desiree? This girl was a ball of fun! If Arnold hated Des, he must have hated puppies, bunnies and chocolate—that is one evil man.

"What do you want, Arnold?" Desiree snarled at him. He was the last person that she wanted to see. This corporate scum was a waste of air to her. The way that he carried himself made her angry. She had to remind herself of what Jon said to her at WrestleMania—to not let anything he says get the best of her. Arnold smiled, even though he wanted to punch Desiree across the face. He decided to brush off the ugly attitude in her voice.

"I've already heard the rumors going backstage—you're an engaged woman," Arnold pointed at Desiree's diamond engagement ring that rested on her ring finger, "Congratulations to you. You should know though—some people like working with the talent, but you _do _the talent." Arnold insulted her as Desiree rose up from her seat to look up at the evil man. When someone brings Jon into a discussion, there was no chance that she was going to back down.

"Don't bring my fiancé into this discussion. I don't think that you should be picking a fight with me," Desiree growled, "This is between you and me. Jon has nothing to do with what you feel about me, Arnold." it scared her how she was standing up for herself. A wave of courage washed over her and she felt the confidence to do that. Arnold was messing with Jon and no one on the damn planet is allowed to do that.

"You're right, Desiree. You should be careful about what you say because your words could impact Jon's career in the WWE. How would he feel that his own fiancée got him fired? He'd hate you. He'd probably dump you," Arnold told her as Desiree backed away a little bit. Arnold was part of the company that goes straight to Hunter if he is notified of a problem with the talent, "Also, what about Declan Knight? Everyone's knight in shining armor? How would you feel if you were the one responsible for ending his career before it even started?" Arnold looked at Declan, who glared at him back.

"Go to hell." Declan spat at him.

"If I'm going to hell, I'm dragging Desiree down with me," Arnold responded as he noticed other people entering catering, "Like I said before, congratulations on your engagement." he smirked as he left Des and Declan in shock in of the confrontation that just happened with that asshole. Arnold brought up Jon and Declan. He has not right to do that. Desiree watched Arnold left and that was when she realized that Jon's time of protecting her was over.

It was Desiree's turn to protect Jon.

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_There is no doubt that Des will be going to great lengths to protect Jon. There is no way that she is going to let Arnold win this one. But, Arnold will not be backing down without a fight. Thank you to: DEREK-FREAKIN-HALE-IS-MINE, Dixiewinxwrites12, pinayprincesa, Punkedbyambrose, Guest, DaShadowAngel, Ronnie Leigh, DeeMarie426 and justkimmy for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	12. Desiree Needs To Be Like Dean

_**Human**_

_**When dealing with a jerk, you sometimes have to get down to his level...**_

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Desiree needed to protect Jon from Arnold. There was no clue what this man was capable of. She really need to watch what she said because it could hurt Jon in the long run. Des never thought that she would have to protect her fiancé from her co-worker. This was all a dream because it did not make sense to her at all. If this was a dream, why was she awake? Desiree knew that she couldn't be that damsel in distress anymore. She could not be that girl that cried when she got punched in the face. She could not be the scared, wet girl that was trying to run away from her ex-boyfriend. She had to be as fearless as Dean Ambrose—this man was cold, calculating and most importantly, fearless. She has to channel her inner Dean in order to fight this battle with Arnold. She had to be as calculating as he was to her. If she was even capable, she has to be more calculating than Arnold and possibly Dean Ambrose combined! She had to know what she was going to say next before it even happened. Desiree's brown eyes pierced through the conference room as she seemed mesmerized with what Stephanie was saying.

"Desiree, are you even listening to me?" Stephanie McMahon-Levesque snapped as Desiree's head bounced back up, leaving her train of thoughts. Desiree looked at Stephanie and Adrian Neville that were standing right in front of her. Des forgot—she was making a business deal with Adrian when she lost her train of thoughts. Stephanie had been talking to her about how Adrian was Intercontinental Champion and how he will eventually be in the main event scene by the end of the year. He would lose his belt at SummerSlam and feud with Jon for the belt for the rest of the year. She never intended to lose her train of thought, but the confrontation with Arnold still has her shaken.

"Uh yes," Desiree finally remembered what was going on, before getting her papers settled, "I honestly like the feud. Adrian, you have always been one of my favorites ever since your Indy days. Since I am the Business Strategist for the WWE, I would think that Ambrose vs. Neville would be good to end the year off. Then, we could start the year off by having someone some big name feud with him. Right now, let's focus on Money in the Bank. Of course, you stand out so much when it comes to ladder matches. I know how you live for these matches. Steph and I have been thinking about letting you win that, then we start your push. What do you say about that?" Desiree asked, finally sounding like a businesswoman.

"I'm honestly up for anything. I'm not in a rush to do anything. If you really want to add build-up, then I am more than fine about that." Adrian spoke in his Geordie accent that was hard to comprehend with sometimes. You had to hear him very closely, if you want to get at least half of what he was going on about.

"Excellent," Stephanie clapped her hands together, "Then, it's settled. Desiree will have the paper signed up and I'll inform creative of what we have come up with. Nice doing business with you, Adrian." Stephanie grinned and left the room, leaving the Business Strategist and the Man That Gravity Forgot in the same room. Adrian had noticed that Desiree was distracted this whole negotiation, but he figured it was none of his business to call her out on it.

"Look," Desiree spoke up, breaking the silence in the room, "I've been off track this last week. I've been stressed about everything that has been going on with me. I recently gotten engaged, but things aren't turning out as glamorous as I thought it would. I'm also dealing with some corporate scum that is threatening me and everyone around me. I wasn't just saying those things to make Stephanie think that I was pay attention. I mean those things that I said about you. You have been one of my favorite going back to Pac. I honestly, can't believe that I am talking to you." Desiree grinned, trying to remove all of the stresses of her life away from her.

In response, Adrian smiled as he stuck his hand out for Desiree to shake and she accepted, "I know, Colby told me about you. He told me that you were a strange one. He told me about your relationship with Jon and Saraya told me about your stress with marriage and what not. Let me tell you some advice, even though I haven't experienced it myself in a long time: relationship is a test of bonds. I don't think that this corporate guy is none of my bloody business, but if something is irritating you that much, you might need some assistance in resolving it. You need Jon."

Adrian Neville was giving her advice. She never asked for his advice, but she was glad that she got it from him. He did have a point—Desiree needed Jon to deal with Arnold. There was one problem: she didn't think that she can tell Jon this. Anything that she says could be used against her, "This corporate guy is capable of anything. We've barely started war, but it's not going to end pretty, let me tell you. Is it strange for me to say is that I'm not afraid of the consequences at all? They can hurt my friends, but if there comes a time, where I have to hurt that guy that I'll take the opportunity?" Desiree began to think like a devious person.

"Colby was right—you are a strange, strange woman." Adrian concluded.

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Meanwhile, Jon was talking with Colby backstage. Colby was ranting about Joe and the way that he has been treated by him. It seemed like ever since Joe became some big star that his ego had been bigger than it used to be. Jon said to him that he needed to be that way to get far in the company. Colby countered that Jon was one of the most humble guys backstage. He was one of the only people that Colby knew that was able to continue being himself and still be champion.

"I don't understand why you're champion. I know that you have worked your ass off for years, but you're one of those guys that haven't changed. What's the secret? How do you manage to become champion and still be yourself?" Colby saw that Jon was still himself and WWE World Heavyweight Champion. That was something that no one ever saw coming. Management were so cautious about Jon winning the belt. They saw him as that wildcard that they didn't want to expose to the world.

"It wasn't easy Colby. It was a struggle to water down my persona. I refused to let that happen to me. My advice to you is be yourself no matter what. You already have management's attention. So, don't lose their interest. I think you're a damn good wrestler and I see you as competition for my title." Jon assured him, readjusting his championship on his shoulder. Colby nodded, he knew he was a good wrestler. He had worked his ass off for so long and to be in the position that he is in now is unbelievable.

"Isn't this a lovely sight?"

Jon and Colby turned around to spot the corporate asshole by the name of Arnold walking up to him. Jon had no clue who this guy was. Jon and Arnold had never met before, but Jon does know a few things about him. First thing, he knows that Arnold does not like Desiree one bit. Jon does not know why, but who can hate her? She was nice and sweet to everyone, but who the hell was this guy?

"Um, who are you?" Jon asked, sounding confused as his eyes darted to Colby, who happened to shrug his shoulders; he didn't know who this guy was. The two members of The Shield stared at blue eyes and nothing was coming back to them. Arnold grinned, trying not to make it seem like anything was up with him.

"I'm Arnold. I'm part of management. I work with your fiancée. Desiree isn't it? Oh yes, she is such a lovely lady," that was a part of Jon that wasn't believing what this guy was saying. He continued to hold the death glare that could pierce anyone's soul, "I just want to say congratulations—on your engagement, of course. Not congratulating you on your title win because I still believe that Reigns or Rollins over here should have been champion."

This must have been the guy that Desiree was talking about. The one that believed that giving Jon the championship was bad for business. This was the corporate jerk that Desiree wanted to beat the shit out of. Jon struggled to hold back his tongue, knowing that he couldn't screw up his chances of living his dream. This guy could go to Hunter and say that Jon said something that couldn't be tolerated with. There was nothing that he could do that would make the situation better.

"Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. This is what is so great about the WWE. You can be Team Reigns, Team Rollins," he looked at Colby when he said "Team Rollins", "Oh just like Desiree and Hunter, Team Ambrose. Your opinions are respect, Arnold." Jon was refusing for this guy to come raining on his parade. This guy was looking for drama to start and Jon was not going to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"I agree, Jon. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions. Even though, I'm on Team Rollins." Colby interjected himself into the discussion as Jon smirked. Colby saw that Jon was struggling with Arnold and knew that he had to help him in some way. Arnold wasn't laughing—not even a ha-ha-ha. He refused to look horrible in front of the two wrestlers.

"You think that the two of you are so hilarious! Wow! Do you not realize that I can go to Hunter and have you two suspended or worse of all, FIRED? I don't think that the two of you should be disrespecting someone that can take away that main event position and bury as hard as Zack Ryder," Arnold looked at Colby, who now gave a death glare to Arnold, "Do you not know that I'm the reason why you're not being buried right now?"

"It's not just only you; it's Hunter and Stephanie that helped me stay relevant. So, shut up, Harold." Colby snapped, his arms folded across his chest as Arnold looked at him, nodding his head.

"It's Arnold!" Arnold snapped at Colby and looked back at Jon, "I can also take those championships away from you. Might want to watch your mouth because if I hear you lose your cannon in front of me or in front of thousands of people at the arena and millions watching at home, I will not be afraid to march to Hunter's office and have you in the same position as Colby," Arnold warned Jon as people started to come backstage from different parts of the arena, "Congratulations, Jon." he smirked as he walked away, leaving Jon and Colby with no idea what to do next.

"Are you going to tell Des what happened to you?" Colby asked.

"No." Jon retorted.

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Desiree was storming backstage searching for the person that she has been searching for in the last hour. This person knows what being calculating, vindictive and sneaky was all about. She needed to become that person if she wanted to take down Arnold—she cannot be that damsel in distress. She can't be this nice person and be weak. If she wanted to play this game with Arnold, she had to be this person. This person was excellent with mind games. Arnold has managed to play some mind games of his own.

Finally, Desiree found the dressing room of this person and knocked on the door. She tapped her foot rhythmically until the door opened and a shadow appeared. Desiree smiled was a little devious as she asked, "I need your help to become Dean Ambrose."

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_I left you all with a cliffhanger like always. What else is new? Hopefully, you all liked the twist to events. When the going gets tough, be like Dean Ambrose. Who do you think was the person that Des reached out for help? Jon and Arnold meeting for the first time was intense. Jon can now see his Des' dislike for the guy. Thank you to: DEREK-FREAKIN-HALE-IS-MINE, chickiesgorawr,Guest, angela marie, Ronnie Leigh, emma, justkimmy, Pinayprincesa, DeeMarie426 and DaShadowAngel for your reviews on the last chapter! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	13. Desiree Meets With A Switchblade

_**Author's Note: **_Is it me or am I the only one shocked about Seth Rollins turning on The Shield? I would have thought Dean Ambrose because he's the most heel out of the group or Roman Reigns because he is the proclaimed 'future', but I'm still shocked about what occurred. Also, this chapter might be a little brutal and intense for some readers. Anyway, onto the chapter! :)

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_**Human**_

_**Sometimes, you need to channel that monster that you refuse to let out...**_

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"I need your help to become Dean Ambrose." Desiree looked at the man that knew Jon longer than she did. This man and Jon go back a way long time ago. This was one of his best friends and she knew for a fact that he could be useful to her. Who knew about the way that Jon acted other than him? At some point, the two of them lived with each other. Desiree being only five-foot-seven, she looked up at the five-foot-ten man with dark black hair.

Desiree was looking at Sami Callihan.

Sami looked at Desiree confused. There was no nice way that he could respond to her without seeming like an asshole. Okay, this was his best friend's fiancée and she was part of the WWE Board of Directors. She was asking _him _to be like Dean Ambrose? Was this girl going through a crisis that he should be aware of? He was not aware of the things that went on with her live. Every time that Sami and Des have been in the same room was only when she was with Jon. Other than this, this was the first time that they have been in the same room _without_ Jon.

"You need to become Dean Ambrose?" Sami folded his arms across his chest and stared at the Business Strategist, while leaning on the door, "Are you guys doing roleplaying or something like that? Shouldn't you, I don't know, go to Jon about this?" Sami sounded like a jerk to her, but he still does not see the purpose of her being here. Desiree looked at him, frowning—this was not looking good to him, "Des, I'm sorry," he put his hands up in defense, "What can I help you with?" he tried to sound as caring as possible.

"I've been dealing with a jerk wad for about a few weeks now and he has been playing terrible mind games with me. I need to be like Dean if I want to gain the upper edge. This is where you come in. You have known Jon longer than I have. You guys were in Switchblade Conspiracy together. You know all about being crazy and calculating; most importantly, you know about how Jon works! I need your help to become Jon! I need to be crazy and calculating. I can't be that damsel and have Jon come to my rescue all of the time. I need to defend myself and protect him." Desiree explained to him as Sami chuckled a bit, trying to keep it to himself, but was failing at it.

"You and Jon's love story—better than Twilight. I find it so cute that you want to protect the guy that doesn't need protection at all," Sami joked, not taking any of this seriously as Desiree rolled her eyes, "On a serious note, if you want to get in the guy's mind, you can't have him catch a break without you. You need to be everywhere he looks and turns! You can't approach him with anger and fear in your voice that would make things easier for the guy to manipulate you. Believe in what you say!" Sami softly slapped Des' cheek as she pushed his hands away from him.

"But, I am scared of him!" Desiree whined to him as Sami face palmed hard.

This was going to be more difficult than he thought.

**_One week later…_**

"I feel ridiculous in this suit!" Jon untied the red tie that came along with his suit. He did not feel like himself at Men's Warehouse. The reason why Jon decided to come along was because Joe needed a suit for his wedding. Colby, Declan and Brad all decided to come along for their suit fittings because this would be the only chance that they would get to look at the suits before Joe purchased them. Joe had been trying on different suits for the past hour. He was debating over the colors and if he like the color, he could try on different ties and bowties. All Joe wanted was for this event to be perfect.

"Tell me about. I hate this suit. I don't really think that silver is my color. Desiree tells me that I need focus on dark colors that will do wonders for my eyes." Brad picked up a navy blue shut that looked like it could be the suit for him and went back to the dressing room to try it on.

"It's nice to know that you go to my fiancée for fashion tips!" Jon shouted, while Brad was in the dressing room. The fact was that he already knew that Brad went to Desiree about fashion advice. He has ever since she was sixteen. Jon continued to look around as he found Joe in a white suit with a white bow time, "Do you go to Desiree about fashion tips?" Jon asked as Joe was fixing his white bowtie.

"Who doesn't go to Des about fashion advice? She is a savvy women, who has great taste in clothing." Joe responded as Jon thought to himself.

"You got to give credit to Leighla. She has really transformed Des to be the fashionista that she is today," Colby fixed his tie, feeling proud of his wife, "It's crazy how Des evolved to the person that she is today. I'm really proud about everything that she's done. She never gave up on her dreams and it has made a difference." Colby concluded as he looked back at how much Desiree has transformed in front of his eyes.

"I can't believe that I am marrying her. I never saw myself marrying our intern. It is so strange how fate brought us together. We have so much weddings to look forward to," Jon looked at Joe, "Your wedding, JoJo's and then we get my wedding out of the way." Jon was looking back at how much things have changed for him. He was finally settling down with the woman that he loves. He gets to call Desiree his wife and possibly, the mother of his children.

"About Orton's wedding, I don't think I'm going to it." Colby concluded as it received the attention of all of their friends. There was a part of him that didn't want to go to Randy Orton's wedding because of the way that he has been taking Joe away from their group. To him, Randy was this terrible influence for his friends. He wanted to stay away from all of that. Leighla and him had already discussed and it was settled, they aren't going to Randy's wedding.

"What? You're not going to Randy's wedding? Come on, he's our friend." Joe tried to convince Colby to change his mind. Randy has been an ally to them in the company ever since they've arrived. Sure, him and Colby have rubbed each other the wrong way, but by not coming to his wedding would be a huge slap to the face. Randy even came to Colby's wedding. So, Joe thought that it would be fair for Colby to come to his wedding.

"You mean, he's _your _friend? I still haven't forgotten about the arguments that we have gotten backstage. He blames me for whenever he fucks up in the ring. Joe, Randy's not my friend. Hell, he's not even Jon's, right?" Colby looked at Jon, who thought for a moment. Jon had no choice, but to go to Randy's wedding. Randy is the reason that he got the motivation to chase after Desiree. So, why not go to his wedding as a thank you?

"I'm not getting into this discussion." Jon retorted, trying to turn himself away. He turned on his phone to text his fiancée. _"How's it going?"_ he texted.

A few minutes later, Desiree responded, _"Lovely. How's suit shopping with you?"_

_"I hate ties. Do I have to do this?" _Jon texted.

Moments later, Desiree responded, _"Yes! It will be real practice for our wedding. I've been looking at chapels with JoJo all morning. It's harder than it looks. lol"_

Jon smiled at the text and responded, _"If we can't find a chapel, there is always Vegas." _

Desiree giggled at the text and responded,_ "Why don't we just get drunk and get married?"_

Jon laughed to himself and texted, _"Now, you're talking my language. ;)"_

Desiree looked at text and giggled. She just loved the little conversations that she and Jon had. She felt like a teenager when she talked to him sometimes. She just hoped that the spark with them will be there even when they're married. Desiree was so involved in her texting that she didn't noticed that Sami was right behind her, looking at her on her phone. After Desiree was done looking at chapels with JoJo, Sami had called her to say if she wants to practice her trying to become Dean Ambrose. Sami looked at her, trying to get a peek of what she was texting Jon, but was unable to.

"So, when does the sexting begin?" Sami spoke up as Desiree jumped out of the seat that she was planted on. She was so startled that she almost dropped her iPhone to the ground. This was their fourth time practicing and Desiree's progress was slow, but each and every time that they see each other, there was always progress. Desiree glared at him and shut her phone off quickly. She did not appreciate being startled that way.

"Really? Couldn't you just tell me that you wanted to start practicing? It would have been much more simple than scaring the crapola out of me! I hired you to be my crazy teacher. I could have went to Randy or even April for this, but I choose you because you know Jon better than I do some of the time." Desiree argued as she put her phone back to her Coach handbag that Jon had given her last year.

"You see, Arnold will come at any distance to scare you. He can pop up at any moment to play his mind games with you. You just failed, when it came to that! You were scared. Fear is what's in your mind. You get rid of all of that fear and you will be that one that places fear in his mind. Place insanity, where fear is!" Sami advised her as Desiree looked at him angrily, "Scare me!" he yelled as he smacked the back of her head.

"OW! What was that for?" Desiree snapped as she smacked the back of his head back. Sami held the back of his head. He enjoyed rallying up Desiree and that was crazy about him. Sami shoved her to the ground as Desiree looked confused at him again, "Bro, you don't want to piss me off!" she warned him as she tried to get up, but Sami was there to knock her down the ground. _Place insanity, where fear is! _she thought about Sami's words.

"This is a metaphor; there is always someone pushing you down to the ground. What are you going to do about, Desiree? Are you going to take it?" Sami was knocked to the floor due to Desiree leg sweeping him. He landed head first as he slowly rose his head up as he looked at Desiree with a smirk on her face, "Did you just sweep me to the ground?" he snapped.

"Damn right, I did. Get your ass back up," Desiree retorted as she got herself back up. Sami tried to get himself back up, but Desiree pushed him to the ground again. She grinned as she kneeled down to talk to him, "This is a metaphor; there is always someone pushing you down to the ground." she quoted Sami as he looked at her shock.

Sami was finally cracking into Desiree's core.

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_Desiree can be a little mean sometimes. Anything to protect Jon though. Whoever guested Sami Callihan as the person Desiree reached out to gets ten thousand points! Some Jon and Desiree in the next chapter! _

_From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you all for helping me reach one hundred reviews on this story! I'm am so fortunate the success that the three stories have received. It so crazy how the concept for this series is almost a year old! I want to thank: DEREK-FREAKIN-HALE-IS-MINE, DaShadowAngel, Guest, DeeMarie426, justkimmy, Pinayprincesa, angie, Ronnie Leigh for your lovely reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	14. Anything For Desiree

_**Human**_

_**A reminder of the past can bring two lovers closer...**_

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The next few days, Desiree and Jon have been in their apartment in Las Vegas. They had finally have been able to find out how it will be living with the other. To Desiree, things seem to be going on well; however, Jon is known to be a dirty person sometimes. He is the type of guy that would forget to close the toothpaste and not leave his clothes in the hamper—leaving Des to pick up his messes, but she liked that. It was time that she started to know how to become a wife. She learned to become a friend and girlfriend, but now, she needs to know how to become a wife.

Currently, Desiree was on the carpet floor cutting some pictures of her and Jon for the wedding. She thought that they needed some photos for the videos and to have it posted in the entrance of wherever they plan to get married. This was one of the first times that she has been able to focus on her wedding because she had been focusing on JoJo's and Amber's weddings. She was going to get what she needed done, before she and Jon have to be back on the road on Saturday.

As soon as she returns to the road, she and Sami will have her 'crazy lessons' again. The last time that she had her lesson, she felt like she became a little meaner. The old Desiree would have never pictured dropping Sami Callihan to the concrete floor and not even twice! If Jon knew that, he would have been so proud of her; nonetheless, Jon can't know about her contacting Sami and there is no way that he can find out about Arnold. To keep Jon safe, he can't know about Arnold the corporate jackass.

Jon hasn't told Desiree about Arnold confronting him about her. It was best not to make her worry because she already had so much on her plate. He didn't want her to go to work afraid. Most importantly, he didn't want this to prevent her from chasing her dream. Desiree was now in the WWE and she has a good job and happily, they're getting married. He does not want to throw that all away because of this guy.

"Hey Des, still cutting up pictures?" Jon asked her the minute that he entered their bedroom. He approached Desiree and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips. Desiree smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm taking my time. I want everything to be perfect! Did you remove the last of the boxes?" she asked, knowing that they never finished unpacking her belongings because she had the interview for her job in a few days.

"Yeah, your books are all in the shelf…all two-hundred of them." Jon joked as Desiree smacked him playfully against the chest when he sat down next to her.

"It's one-hundred ninety-five books! Get the facts straight, babe." Desiree joked back at him as he stuck his tongue out at her, "Real mature, Jon!" she exclaimed as she went back to cutting out a picture of them from their first date, five years back. Jon noticed that this picture took place a few days after he professed his heart to her.

"Hey," he took the picture that she was done cutting and looked at it, "You still have this picture? Holy shit, look how so young we both look—well, at least you. You were such a baby back then! Was this after Elimination Chamber weekend in 2014?" Jon asked as he looked in the picture in amazement.

Desiree rested her head on his shoulder and sighed, "Yeah, remember? We saw _Frozen_ on that Friday and after, we busted out to song?" she chuckled as he held the picture.

**_[Flashback—Five Years Ago]_**

Desiree and Jon were finally with each other. This was a moment that Jon would never forget. The moment where he professed his heart to this girl was still fresh on his mind. Ever since, he couldn't stop smiling, knowing that he is holding hands with the girl that he had wanted for so long. This was the girl that he was so in love with and he couldn't deny that. Desiree lived in Philly with her uncle Darwin, where she planned on going to college at.

"I can't believe that we are going to see _Frozen_! I mean, this movie I hear is so good! I hear the music is so fantastic! How about you, Jon?" Desiree asked as Jon looked at her, not wanting to disappoint her, but he was not looking forward to seeing the movie. There was something about those kinds of movies that irritated him; however, he is doing this for Desiree and he can't afford to lose her again.

"Hey, as long as I am with you, I'm alright with anything. I'm happy as long as you're happy," Jon always knew the right thing to say with her. That was the truth though. Jon was happy as long as Desiree was happy, "If you want to take me to some movie with a talking snowman, I will sit through it and join you." he smiled as Desiree stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck as she smiled.

"You're the best _boyfriend_ ever!" she squealed as she bounced up and down. _Boyfriend._ That was a word that sounded so good coming out of her mouth. Jon couldn't believe that she said the word "boyfriend" to him. This wasn't actually happening. This was all a fucked up trick that his mind was playing with him. For what he knows, he could still be knocked out cold at Elimination Chamber.

"You're the best _girlfriend,_ ever!" when Jon said that, she did mental cartwheels. Dean Ambrose just called her his girlfriend. What did she do to deserve all of this? She isn't the most perfect human being, but she has to most perfect boyfriend that anyone could ask for.

After that, the two bought their tickets and bought the popcorn, they found their way into the movie theater. While Desiree sat there glowing like a child in Christmas morning, Jon sat there watching the movie. Not that he was against Disney, but these types of movies were not his style. He was more of a horror movie type of guy, but like he already reminded himself—_anything_ for Desiree. As Jon watched the movie, he had to admit: the movie was actually pretty good the music wasn't as cheesy as he thought it was going to be. He yawned as he wrapped his around Desiree as she smiled.

"Olaf is so cute!" she whispered excitedly as Jon giggled.

"I guess this movie is alright." he admitted as his eyes connected with Desiree's for that slight moment. There was something about her that stopped his whole world right there. Nothing mattered, but her right now as he connected with a kiss to her lips. Desiree couldn't fight, so she kissed back. The kiss was so warm that it heated up the cold movie theater.

Before the kiss got to intense, Desiree released it. She looked down to her lap shyly, "Um, that was nice, but totally inappropriate. We can get kicked out because of that gesture. I'm not saying that I hated it because I liked it a lot! I like you a lot, but I just want everything to be perfect," hearing the word come out of her mouth placed pressure at Jon. He was not the definition of perfect at all. Des rested her head on his chest as she continued to watch the movie, "I just want us to be in a pace that we're comfortable in."

There was something in Jon's mind that worried him when she said that she wanted moments like this to be perfect. He knew that every single thing that he does for now on had to be perfect because...

Anything for Desiree.

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"Let it go. Let it go..." Desiree sang jokingly as slide down the stairs, "I can't hold it back anymore. Let it go, let it go!" she jumped from the stairs as she spun around like a princess wearing a gown.

"Desiree, control yourself," Jon laughed as he grabbed his girlfriend by the shoulders, trying to pin her down, "Don't get so magically drawn to the movie. We're back at 2014. Things aren't so magically and fairytale like in those Disney movies." he tried to put her mind back on track and make her think realistically. Desiree was still so struck about _Frozen_ that Jon's words were not processing in her head.

"How do you know? You can be talking to princess Desiree and you don't even know it." Des smirked as she released a giggle. Jon rolled his blue eyes at the younger woman and waved his fingers in amazement.

"Oh, my mistake._ Princess_ Desiree," Jon pretended to bow down to Desiree, like she was some sort of princess, "I forgot; I'm in the sight of royalty," he sarcastically responded, "Do you want to build a snowman?" Jon began singing as Desiree's jaw dropped at the reference to _Frozen._ She never expected Jon to break down in the song.

"You are my prince charming." Desiree touched her heart with her hands and looked at Jon with a sparkle in her eyes.

_**[Flashback Ends]**_

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"Man, that seems so long ago. I mean, look how cute we looked!" Desiree looked at the picture in awe and then looked at Jon, "I know you're probably going to hate the idea, but how would you feel for a fairytale wedding? I mean, we saw a fairytale movie for our first date. So, I figured that a fairytale wedding would be awesome. We can have an _Little Mermaid_ section, a_ Cinderella _section,_ Beauty and the Beast, Snow White,_ _Aladdin_ and most importantly, _Frozen_! I mean, I'm still in the thinking process, but I want you to have your input too!" Desiree looked at Jon excitedly.

Jon has know about Desiree and her little liking of Disney movies. Hell, their first date was a Disney movie, but he loved that she wanted his input in the wedding. She wasn't taking control for the wedding to make it all about her, but this was her happy day. This was a day that he would love for her to remember, "Anything for you, babe. I'm alright with what you want. Just don't dress me like one of the people from _Aladdin._" Jon shook his head at the thought of looking like Aladdin at the wedding. The vest and the baggy pants were not something that he will not look good at.

"Don't worry, we won't paint your skin blue," Des gave a giant smile as Jon face palmed himself, "But, I want you to be like the Beast in _Beauty in the Beast." _Desiree added on as Jon looked at his fiancée.

"I'm not going to get harry for the event, darling." Jon laughed as Desiree rolled her eyes at him and she smacked him at his chest.

"I want you to become the beast _after_ he becomes human! Gosh, do you think that I am evil?" Desiree joked around as Jon's eyes widened.

"Pure evil." Jon responded as Desiree attacked him to the floor. Then, she gets Jon in a headlock that he is forced to be stuck in. He could not afford to hurt Desiree and have her stay at home.

"What kind of person I am?" Desiree joked around as she tightened the headlock.

"You're the most sweetest, kindest, prettiest, woman that I have ever laid my eyes on. Princess Desiree, please show me mercy," Jon pretended to be fearful as Des released the hold, "Thank you," he held his neck as it hurt a little bit being in that headlock, "That did not hurt!" he assured her as Desiree smirked.

"Whatever, Jon."

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_Aren't these two so adorable? These two needed a cutesy after all of the drama with Arnold. But, the drama with Arnold starts to heat up even more and Desiree begins to ponder about her relationship with Jon. Right now, I wanted to give you guys an idea of how their relationship took place after "Chasing Her Dreams" and an idea of what Desiree could want in a wedding. I have begun prewriting the next few chapters and it's going to be an emotional roller coaster and the ultimate test for the relationship of Jon and Desiree._

_Besides, how fucked up would it be for me to actually end this story with Jon opening his eyes at that Elimination Chamber weekend in the sequel "Chasing Her Dreams" still not being over and none of the things with Jon and Desiree never happened? It would be so evil..._

_Alright, I want to thank everyone that showed love in the last chapter; thank you to: Guest, DaShadowAngel, Pinayprincesa, Kdaniels270, justkimmy, Ronnie Leigh, DeeMarie426, Guest and angie for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	15. A Problem Named Psycho

_**Human**_

_**The past can sure come back to haunt you...**_

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What did Desiree hate the most?

When assholes talk smack about her fiancé. Arnold was that asshole that was running his mouth as per usual. Desiree had learned to keep her anger in check, knowing that she could not only ruin her chances at this wonderful job, but Jon's chances at remaining the WWE World Heavyweight Champion. She ruins one of those things and the other thing gets ruined as well. Desiree was wearing a black blazer paired with a black tight dress with matching heels—not only was black a sliming color, but it was the color of Arnold's eyes if he was not careful with what he said.

"I think we really need to protect Ambrose's place as the top heel. The WWE Universe has been giving him these huge pops and a heel should not be getting these huge pops. I think we really need something to get the heat back to him. We need Reigns to remain the face of the company. Sure, Dean is champion, but Reigns is still the face of the company no matter what." Arnold explained as Desiree rolled her brown eyes at him. She swore, the more that he talked, the more that she considered to stab her eyes out with the purple mechanical pencil that was on top of her leather folder.

"Bray Wyatt, Corey Graves, Wade Barrett, Cesaro and now Dean Ambrose. Five men that are heels and have been receiving huge pops. Why is this suddenly a problem right now?" Desiree asked, breaking her inner silence and finally taking the attention off of Arnold, "Back at 2014, we have witnessed heels getting that face pop that not even babyfaces can get. Please, we took that torch away from Cena a year ago. Cena couldn't even get a pop like that. Why? He was getting stale. He's respected for his charity work, but the fans want to see something different. This is where Dean Ambrose comes. This man has a Brian Pillman presence within him and has some of the best in ring psychology since Jake "The Snake" Roberts. Ambrose is your guy! Let him be himself!" Desiree tried to convince the Board of Directors to not stop Jon's pop and let him be himself. Jon was able to be himself to get the championships, he should be himself always.

"I am a firm believer that Ambrose is the next loose cannon. He's going to one day say something that has nothing to do with the script and that will make us look bad. I suppose you don't care since you don't know real talent if it slapped you in the face." Arnold dissed Desiree as her jaw dropped—that was so uncalled for. All she was doing was trying to make a point and stick up from Jon and Arnold as evil as he is, thought that it would be the perfect opportunity to get inside her mind.

"Now calm down," Hunter asked Desiree as she glared at Arnold, "Desiree, please cool yourself down. Go take the rest of the day off."

Desiree glared at Arnold and took her folders and stormed out of the room. This left Arnold and Hunter at the same room, "That was uncalled for, Arnold. You're working overtime tonight." Hunter told him as Arnold didn't care at all. The diss that Desiree took made everything worth it—he didn't care about working overtime tonight, but this war between them will end with him being the winner.

* * *

"I am so pissed, Sami!" Desiree growled at him as she and Sami were continuing their 'crazy lessons' with each other. She had boxing gloves on and she was punching the punching bag that Sami held in his hands. Sami thought that she could use that anger to help her with gaining some insanity—if she wanted to get ahead of Arnold, she could have replace fear where insanity should be.

"You let him get to you didn't you?" Sami asked, having a tone of disappointment in his voice. The look that Sami was giving her made Desiree frown. She knew that he was disappointed—she was even disappointed in herself. Desiree nodded as Sami rolled his eyes and smacked her upside the head as Desiree yelped in pain, "What have I told you? Replace fear where insanity should be!" he reminded her as she held her head in pain.

"I wasn't afraid. I was angry," she corrected him as Sami rolled his eyes again. He thought this was all bullshit excuses from her, "Don't give me that look. At least, I was honest with you. I let my anger get the best of me, but I hate it when people insult the people that I care about the most. Wouldn't you be irritated with that?" Desiree asked, trying to find some common ground with him.

"I don't let my significant others get inside my mind. I knew that Arnold wanted you to react to that because if you didn't, it would make you seem like you don't have feelings for Jon at all. He knows for a fact that you love Jon and that you were not going to stand for that. A way to get under your skin is with Jon. If you didn't have Jon…" Sami went silent, knowing that Desiree would be smart enough to connect the dots.

"I'm not going to do that to Jon and I can't believe that as his best friend, you would ever consider that." Desiree was in disbelief that Sami, one of Jon's best friends would consider that Des should leave Jon to protect him from Arnold. She wondered if there was a way to do that and still be with Jon.

"Just giving you some ideas. Jon seems to be the only ammo he has against you. But, it doesn't matter because I'm not the one dating Jon." Sami shrugged as he walked away to get something out of a fridge as Desiree glared at him.

"I'm not doing that to Jon," she muttered under her breath as she approached Sami, who was drinking some water and snatched the water bottle out of his hands and poured it over him, "Aren't I'm getting meaner by the day?" she asked him with a taunting tone in her voice, "It's going to be a scary sight when I am fully taught." she smirked as she threw the bottle to the ground.

Sami knew that Desiree had a long way, but at least she was developing some sort of backbone.

* * *

"I really don't know what is up with Colby," Joe vented to Jon as he was looking at the last things that he needed for his wedding in a couple of weeks, "It seems like he has grown to resent me and I don't know what I did to cause that."

Jon picked his words carefully before responding, "You know Colby. He's always been that way. He's been that way around me, around Des and I suppose it's your turn to feel that. Try not to let it get the best of you. Focus on your big day." he picked up the piece of paper with the vows, tried to have a peek of them, but Joe snatched the paper away from him. He wanted his vows to be perfect; for them to mean something to him.

"I'm sorry, but my vows aren't ready. I need them to be perfect." Joe said as he looked at a direction that got Jon confused, making him look at the direction in which Jon groaned as he looked at the corporate jerk by the name of Arnold at the way. Why did Arnold have to show up at the times that he had no importance in? Jon would never understand that.

"Really, Harold?" Jon was blunt about the response.

"My name is Arnold." Arnold retorted rudely.

"I know what I said," Jon responded, "What do you want and make it quick. We need to practice for Extreme Rules in a bit." Jon informed him, knowing that him and Joe were facing each other at Extreme Rules for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship. They would be facing each other in the traditional extreme rules match, so they would like to get the match over, so they know what they will be doing.

"I just wanted you to know that we are having a management party tonight and was wondering, if you know the details for the event?" Arnold asked, trying to sound not like his creepy and shady self. The event that Arnold was talking about was the management party that Stephanie McMahon was hosting to thank the management team for helping getting the WWE back on track with the management walk out that they experienced a few months back.

"Yeah, wear a suit. It's at the one country club twenty minutes from here?" Jon clarified to him, not knowing if anything was wrong about it. He even looked back at Joe to see if he got his information wrong.

"Yeah, that's the one." Joe confirmed as Jon nodded and looked back, strangely at Arnold.

"Alright, just wanted to know. Hope to see you and your fiancée there," Arnold smirked and looked back at Joe, "Don't worry, Joe. Everything will turn out fine with you in the end." and walked away after that, leaving the two former Shield members confused.

* * *

"I know that you hate these types of parties, but we'll stay here for a little while and then, we'll get back to the hotel room," Desiree told Jon as he was looking in the mirror, making sure that his hair looked alright. Jon was wearing a black suit and tie, while Desiree was wearing a black mid V-neck evening dress that went to the floor, "I think you look great tonight." she wrapped her arms around Jon, admiring the way that he looked. After all these years, this man still was able to take her breath away. There was something about the way that he carried himself in that suit that attracted Des to Jon.

"I think that you look fantastic," it was Jon's turn to throw in a compliment at his fiancée, "I mean, you always do." Jon shoved the pockets into the pockets of his blazer as Des looked down at her dress.

"So, you don't think it's too much? I mean, I could have went with this other dress, but...I don't know?" Desiree looked down as Jon picked up her chin, making her connect his eyes with hers.

"Des, you look great! Now, let's get out in the ballroom and show that we are the power couple of the WWE." Jon smirked as Desiree grinned at him.

So Desiree and Jon socialized with almost all of the Board of Directors people. The entire time, Desiree kept showing off Jon because the conversations would always be turned to him and his triple threat WrestleMania match against Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns. Whenever one of them complimented Jon in the match, Jon would give a thank you, trying to remain as humble as possible. Also, the talk was wedding talk like: when was the wedding? Have you picked out a dress yet? Does she want an inside or outside wedding? Questions that Desiree didn't know the answer to; her focus has been in Amber's wedding, which was in a couple of weeks now. She had already tried on the bridesmaid dresses, but there was still so much work to do that she could not focus on her own wedding.

After, Desiree and Jon were slow dancing in the ballroom. Desiree had her arms around Jon's neck as his hands were around her waist, "This moment almost feels like prom." Des reminded Jon of the time that he took her to prom. She wanted to study for her finals, but Jon had bought her a dress, flower and all of those things to make the night a memorable one. By the end of the night, Desiree was grateful that Jon had taken her.

"Although," Jon pressed her body against his, while looking deeply into her brown eyes, "We didn't have sex prom night." Desiree rolled her eyes at Jon; knowing that he would respond with that.

"The time wasn't right. I wanted to though," Desiree responded as she reminded herself of the time, where she told Jon to stop because she was not ready and this was not the proper time to let herself out in the open like that, "It took every will to say no to you. Any girl would think I was nuts for doing that, but I wanted it to be meaningful and it was when we finally did."

"Shanghai came as shocker to me. I wasn't expecting the romantic gestures from you. I thought that I was going to be the one to make some advances on you, but it was refreshing coming from you. I liked it." Jon's mouth crept up with a smile that made Desiree blush.

"Oh, look at the lovebirds."

Desiree and Jon knew the voice from their confrontations and they knew it was Arnold. The thing was that Desiree never told Jon about Arnold and Jon hadn't reached out to Des that he knows who has been bugging her at work. Now, they are seeing the man that they have been keeping the secret from each other.

"Arnold." Desiree said. "Harold." Jon said at the same time as Jon and Desiree looked at each other.

"What are you doing here?" Desiree asked, not trying to sound bitter.

Arnold acted all smug with his crystal blue eyes shinning through the ballroom, "Oh nothing, I actually wanted the two of you to meet a family member of mine." Desiree and Jon exchanged another look with each other. What family member? Was it like his mother or father? Most importantly, were they more stable than Arnold? Jon was curious in meeting Arnold's family member.

"There you go, bro." a muscular man with the same crystal blue eyes with a smile as he looked at Desiree and Jon. Desiree's heart fell the floor as she was looking at him. This was someone that she was not expecting to be at the party, but this threw the battle with Arnold at a different direction. Jon had so much anger that he wanted to punch him right at this moment. This man has capability of hurting Des and the more that Jon looked at him, the more that he kept thinking the ways of murdering this guy.

"Jon, Desiree, I want you to meet my brother Asher Roberts." Arnold smiled at them.

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_Holy shit! Who expected that? If any of you haven't read "Chasing Her Dreams" Asher is Desiree's "lovely" ex-boyfriend. The one that Jon hated with a freaking passion. The last time that Desiree and Asher were seen was Homecoming and Jon and Asher left in bad terms the last time that they saw each other. This is what I was talking about when I said emotional rollercoaster. Thank you to: Guest, justkimmy, Reviewing is Fun, DeeMarie426, Dixiewinxwrites12 and Salinabear12 for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	16. Ballroom Drama

_**Human**_

_**Tensions will rise between two people that could lead to a shocking result...**_

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Jon pulled Desiree into a private designated area of the ballroom. To Desiree, it looked like one of those areas, where Jon would tell her to meet up at when they were having one of their flings. This time was different; Jon was not looking for affection—he was looking for an explanation. First of all, why didn't Desiree tell him that Arnold and Asher were brothers? Desiree went out with Asher for at least two months and he assumed that she already knew who Arnold was. _Arnold Roberts _was his name. He was the psycho's brother. The moment when Asher revealed himself, Jon wanted to punch him in that smug little face of his. The night of Homecoming was creeping back to him. The time when he found out that Des' father, Dustin paid Asher to drop the internship and leave The Shield. The moment when he tried to force Desiree onto him.

That was all coming back to him.

"Desiree Marie Harper, I want you to explain to me and explain to me well. Why didn't you tell me that Arnold was Asher's older brother?" Jon yelled at Desiree, which shook her to the core. Desiree was almost scared to death from his yell. Jon never yelled at her or even applied so much pressure on her left wrist that she could never write again. After Jon's question, the room remained silent. She was speechless and she didn't know how to answer the question to Jon. The fact was: she never met Arnold when she was dating Asher.

"Jon, answer me this: how do you know Arnold? I warned him to never bring you into this war that I am having with him. How did you meet him? I've never met Arnold in my life until I started working here. He is that corporate jackass that I told you about WrestleMania weekend," Desiree explained to him, but Jon continued to get angry at her; applying more pressure to her wrist, "OW! Jon that hurts! My wrist!" she yelled at pain as Jon released. There was no telling how angry he was because he wouldn't even bother making eye contact with his fiancée.

"Arnold approached me a few weeks after I won the WWE World Heavyweight Championship. I was talking to Colby and he was telling me a bunch of shit like I didn't deserve to win and that it should have been Joe or Colby. Also, he threatened Colby's job because he interjected himself into our discussion. I'm just awaiting for that asshole to turn me to another Daniel Bryan and screw me out of this championship." Jon explained and Desiree sighed. This was worse than what she expected. Arnold was going after Jon, Colby and Declan. Arnold Roberts was one step ahead of her all along and she was too stupid to realize that.

"He threatened Declan's WWE contract at one of our confrontations. I have been trying my best to keep my mouth shut, but it's getting difficult." Des confessed as Jon turned away from her and banged his head softly against the wall. Desiree had to admit that part to Jon. This was the only opportunity to do that. Both of these lovers have a mutual enemy and with Asher inserting himself in this battle that Desiree is in, she knows that the outcome will not be pretty.

"I guess, we know nothing about each other." Jon spoke up, while Desiree was looking down in sadness.

"Apparently, not."

* * *

Joe was searching around the ballroom floor for his friend, Colby. He knew for a fact that the two-toned wrestler's attitude has been going on for long enough. There was something about Colby that made Joe seem like he was jealous of his success. Joe never understood that, whenever Colby had a huge accomplishment, Joe was always the first one to congratulate him about it. When Joe won the WWE World Heavyweight Championship, Colby's attitude began to change. Of course, Colby congratulated him, but it did not seem sincere to Joe. Lately, it been seeming like Colby's jealous about things from his friendship with John Cena and Randy Orton to getting these endorsement deals were getting out of control. At last, Joe spotted Colby talking to Antonio Cesaro and walked forward to talk to him.

"Hey guys," Joe said casually, "This is some party, huh?" and took a sip out of the champagne that was given to him on his way to Colby. Colby looked at Joe and that was something about the way Joe carried himself that made him cringe. To be honest, Colby was hoping not to talk to Joe because he knew that Joe would be rubbing elbows with Cena and Orton and who needs Colby and Jon, when he could be friends with the former faces of the company?

"Yeah, it's been _amazing_," Antonio responded as he admired around, "Sara and I agree that there hasn't been a gorgeous place to have a party rather than this. Hey Joe, perhaps, my wife and I can have dinner with you and Amber sometime?" he asked as Joe nodded.

"Of course, she'll love to have you guys around. I'll have your people talk to my people?" Joe questioned, knowing that he has been pretty difficult to contract, but his people are always on the phone. So, he guessed that they could schedule in something.

"Certainly," Antonio smiled, "Now, if you gentlemen excuse me; I have to go find my wife. She can be so talkative sometimes that it's hard to keep track of her." he patted Colby and then Joe on the back, before excusing himself out of the group.

Colby stared at Joe, when Antonio left. It was a stare that read: _why did you have to ruin my conversations? Why do you always have to steal my friends with your amazing life? _Joe looked at Colby and knew that he was being over dramatic again, "Man, you're looking like I slept with Leighla or something. What's up with you as of late? You've been acting like a jerk lately." he asked and Colby looked offended, like Joe should know what was irritating him.

"I wouldn't be shocked if she did that. I mean, you like stealing everything that I have." Colby retorted as he took a sip of his champagne. Joe thought that Colby's response was a little rude and he couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth. Joe wasn't stealing things from Colby. He didn't know what he did to get Colby to dislike him so much, but he felt like he should elaborate more on what was upsetting him.

"What have I stolen from you? Besides, Leighla would never do that to you. I haven't even talked to her. I know for a fact that she loves you, but deep inside, I don't think she likes the things you have done. You're missing out on Randy's wedding because you can't stand that guy, even though he went to your wedding. Then, you go talking shit behind my back on things that aren't even true. I don't know what has gotten into you, but this isn't the Colby that was a part of The Shield six years ago." Joe explained as his tone of voice sounded upset. To Joe, Colby has changed in front of his eyes. It seemed like he was getting bitter because of the success that Joe has been having.

"Joe, remember what Desiree said to you on Elimination Chamber weekend 2014? She said to remain humble, even though all the success in the world. You have to remain humble no matter what—I don't think that you have been keeping her promise. She may not say that straight to your face, but I am not afraid to say that you have turned to one of those ass-kissing jackasses like John Cena, like Randy Orton, hell, you might even be up there with your cousin Dwayne." Colby responded, sounding like he was trying to start an argument with Joe. Joe could smell that alcohol coming out of his breath—did he have some beer and champagne? He never expected for Colby to be a drinker, but there was not telling if he was a violent or emotional drunk.

"Don't bring, Dwayne into this. I am not trying to become like him," Joe tried to sound as calm as possible as Colby laughed manically, "Colby, you need to understand that I am doing anything that it takes to remain the face of this company. I hate myself for it, but you can't be yourself and become a champion. It's either one or the other. John and Randy are two people that you have to be on the good sides of these two can help increase the push to the moon or they can bury you as hard as Zack Ryder." Joe explained again as Colby laughed again and tried to pinch his cheek as Joe slapped him away.

"You're wrong, Joey. You can be yourself and become the face of the company. Bryan Danielson was. Jon accomplished that and the guy is marrying one of the sweetest and most down-to-earth girls that any guy would be lucky to have. Joe, you just wanted that push to the moon. I don't know what Vince promised you years ago, but Vince doesn't run this company anymore. Hunter runs this company and this is why Jon's hard work is finally paying off," Colby shoved Joe away, "Maybe, I'll go Iron Sheik and break your back and make you humble!" he yelled as he pushed Joe to the ground.

Joe was able to get back up and cocked his neck to the side and balled his hand into a fist.

* * *

On the scale of one to nuclear, Jon was defiantly Chernobyl as he continued to hear Desiree confess the terrible things that Arnold has done to her. The more that Jon's facial expression went angry, the more that it worried Desiree. It was so like Arnold to try to get inside Desiree's mind by bringing her personal life into this battle. Jon was speechless; how could Desiree not feel comfortable about not bring up Arnold to him the minute it began to happen? They have always been open with each other. When did all of that go away?

"Why are you telling me this right now? You should have went to me the minute it happened." Jon asked for the first time in about twenty minutes. Desiree hearing Jon's voice was music to her ears; she thought that he was never going to hear her talk again. Desiree looked up to him; trying to hide the emotion on her face. She could not cry in front of him. The reason for that was because she had no ability to cry anymore. This wasted enough tears and Sami didn't want her weakness to be exposed by emotion. Thus, like the vampires in the _Vampire Diaries_, she turned off her humanity—or at least, the crying part of it.

"I wanted to protect you, Jon. I was sick of being the damsel in distress. I wanted to be the one to protect you from Arnold. Plus, if you think that I am done admitting the horrible things that Arnold has done to me, you're wrong. There's one last detail that I wanted to save because you're going to either be proud or very angry. You know your buddy Sami?" Des asked as Jon looked at her with concern in her eyes. Why was Sami brought up all of the sudden? These two never talked to each other alone; only with Jon in the room. Did Des do what Jon was thinking what she did with him?

"What about Sami?" a part of Jon's heart prepared to shatter to the floor.

"I've been getting lessons from him on how to become Dean Ambrose. I figured a way to stay in this war with Arnold is to become Desiree Ambrose. I looked up to you at this battle and it has kept me this long and I think by making that full completion to you, I can win this battle with Arnold." Desiree whispered positively. Then, she noticed that Jon began to grind his teeth against each other.

"Did he hurt you to get you to act the way that you've been acting?" Jon asked angrily as the reminder of Sami pushing her and slapping her came back to her mind. Desiree didn't want any drama to stir out of this; she worked well with discipline. This was something that Jon didn't know about her.

"That's not the point, Jon. I have a shot in beating Arnold." Desiree tried to place Jon back on track and made him think about the things that really mattered. Still, Jon was still angry as he looked at Desiree, not getting the answer that he wanted.

"Did Sami Callihan hurt you?" Jon asked her again and Desiree knew it was time to open up.

* * *

Jon had one thing in mind—finding Sami and punch the shit out of him for hurting his Dessy. On the way, he spotted a crowd of people going wild. Jon pushed some people away and found that Colby and Joe covered in blood and bruises punching the shit out of each other. Why were Colby and Joe fighting with each other? Now that Jon thought about it, he remembered the times with Colby talking behind Joe's back and Joe not liking Colby's behavior. The look of shock came over his face because these two were like brothers at some point. Colby and Joe looked at Jon in shock.

"You guys need to get your shit together. You guys are brothers for fucking crying out loud!" Jon stormed away to find Sami. What he didn't know was that his words impacted the ways that Colby and Joe thought of everything. Finally, Desiree finally caught up with Jon. She tried to convince him to calm down and to think things through before putting them into action, "He hurt you, and no one hurts my girl and gets away with it."

At least, Jon finds Sami talking to Drake Younger. Jon spins Sami around, "Jon? Hey, how's it going? Some party—" Jon punched Sami to the floor as the rest of the partygoers gasped because of the commotion. Sami got back up and as stubborn as Jon, he punched him back. Jon flinching to the floor. It wasn't before these two started to brawl on the floor.

"Jon! You're better than that! Stop this right now!" Desiree yelled at him as she could not believe what Jon was doing right now. He was always someone that did his best to avoid the drama and not be in the middle of it.

"You know Desiree," Asher came and stood next to her with a smirk on his face; looking at the drama from Colby and Joe fighting to Jon and Sami fighting, but he focused on Jon and Sami fighting as some of the Superstars tried to pull them apart, "It's either your teacher," he said as Des looked at Sami with a bloody nose, "Or your fiancé." Asher added on as Desiree looked at Jon, who wanted to fight back, "What's it going to be?"

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_So much drama and emotion running high in this chapter and this is not all of it. Do you think that Des will choose between Jon and Sami? Or will she find a way to work everything out? Also, I wanted to thank: DEREK-FREAKIN-HALE-IS-MINE,Guest, DaShadowAngel, justkimmy, Salinabear12, Ronnie Leigh and DeeMarie426 for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	17. The Need To Protect

_**Human**_

_**There are some decisions that no woman should make...**_

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The teacher or the fiancé?

This decision should have been obvious for Desiree to make. But, she also had to think of Jon's safety. Jon was the most important person in her entire life. This man was her everything and even more than that; however, he has stuck himself into a war that he doesn't need to be fighting. This is her fight, so why can't he just let her fight it. Sami has been teaching her how to not let Arnold Roberts get inside her mind. One day, she would show signs of improvement and the next day, she would fall back in the teachings. Desiree did not want to be that person, but the more that she continued to think about Jon being hurt by Arnold or even that psycho, Asher, the more it hurt her heart. She sat on the bed as Des looked her diamond hearted engagement ring. The one that Jon had been waiting to place on her ring finger. She promised Jon that she was all his and that this ring was a symbol. She couldn't ever leave Jon's side. There had to be other ways to protect him, she just needed to figure all of that out—somehow, there is a way, she just needed to find it.

"Des," Desiree looked up at the door, where she heard the voice coming from. She looked at her friend Declan Knight, who was already dressed in a tux for the wedding, while Desiree was dressed in a simple purple dress that she had picked out for the wedding a few weeks back, "Are you ready?" he asked her, but he could see something was up with her. Declan knew it had to be Arnold bringing his younger brother, Asher into this battle that they were having with each other.

Desiree took a deep breath, "Yeah, I'm ready."

* * *

"I don't know if I can do this." Joe said as Colby and Jon knew that this was the obvious sign that he was having cold feet about the wedding. Jon and Colby were dressed in the groomsmen tuxes as Desiree and Leighla were dressed in the bridesmaid dresses. This room was strictly for Joe and the groomsmen. Joe looked into the mirror as he got nervous—shouldn't the woman be nervous over getting married and not the guy? There was something that he was wondering about.

"Look, everyone gets nervous about getting married. Besides, you're being such a chick right now," Jon chuckled as Joe looked at him like he wasn't helping him at all. Jon figured that he had to be a little more sympathetic about his feelings, "On a serious note, Amber adores you. She is probably as nervous as you, but know that she is not going to back down from this. This girl completes you." Jon thought about the things that Colby and Joe would say to him, whenever he thought that Desiree might move to someone else.

"Jon's right. Amber loves you and you two complete each other so much. Getting married was the best day of my life. The moment when I saw Leighla walking down the isle in that gorgeous dress was breathtaking. It's a moment that you will never forget. You need to walk down that isle. You will be thanking us later." Colby advised Joe, who took another deep breath. Colby had been quiet the entire time, but for him to talk at his time of need showed him that the old Colby was still there.

"I wasn't thinking that I would get all of this advice. I guess, I've had true friends all this time." Joe gave a heartwarming smile to his former Shield teammates as they all patted him on the back for support.

"No," Colby retorted, "You have_ brothers_. We may no longer be The Shield, but we are still brothers. We always have each other's back and Joe, the way that I have been acting and what it resulted to at the management party is not what brothers do and I am sorry about everything. Do you think we can ever be friends again?" Colby asked Joe as he thought about it for a moment.

"No," Joe retorted as Colby frowned, "But, we will always be _brothers_." he added on as he gave one of those man hugs to Colby. Jon could not help, but let out a small smile. Finally, what was known as The Shield was finally on the same page. These guys were Jon's best friends in the whole world.

"Who would ever think that Jon would be the voice of reason out of the three of us. It wasn't until he ordered us to get our shit together to help us wake up and realize that our friendship could be over." Colby realizes that without Jon, things would still be on the rocks for him and Joe. Sometimes, having someone like Jon could help one see what is wrong with their lives.

"Well, I learned from the best," Jon smiled, talking about Colby as the guy that he learned how to deal with situations from. Colby was really good at keeping peace within the three of them, so Jon absorbed the knowledge from Colby. The three of them went silent until the door opened. Desiree appeared on the other side with her purple bridesmaid dress, which took Jon's breath away. Jon kissed his fiancée and wrapped his arm around her waist, "Babe, what are you doing here? You should be with Amber and the other bridesmaids."

Des nodded, "I know, but Joe texted me and said that he wanted me to have a last look at his vows. I thought they were fine the first time, but he wanted to add more depth to them." she explained as Jon finally remembered her checking Joe's weddings vows for the first time and then a second time and so on. All those times, Desiree said that there was nothing wrong with them. It came from his heart, like the vows are supposed to come from.

Joe stood up and handed Desiree the vows that he had written. Desiree noticed a lot of scribbles of things that Joe wanted to add, but didn't know how to word them. Joe looked at her nervously, he wanted this day to be perfect and he didn't want to settle for anything less, "Is everything perfect? I wanted everything to sound good and not cheesy. I just want Amber to cry tears of joy, when I read what I have to read." he questioned the Business Strategist as her eyes wandered on that piece of paper.

"Joe, it's perfect. Stop making changes because this is perfection right here! _'You are my heart and without you in my life, it stops beating...'_" Desiree encouraged Joe as Jon could not help, but smile. When Desiree read Joe's weddings vows, it was like he envisioned her reading the vows to him. Then, he started to feel that same nervousness that Joe felt earlier and Jon was not getting married...yet. So, he turned the knob on the door and exited the room; he needed to get a refreshment for himself because the atmosphere inside the groomsman room was so hot. So, he grabbed himself a water bottle, but then, he heard a female voice coming out of one of the rooms. Jon placed his hear by the door, which was a bathroom and then the door opened and it revealed to be Amber fanning herself.

"Jon! What are you doing here? You should be with Joe and the others." Amber assumed as one of her hands was on the side of the door. Jon looked at both directions and then turned to face Amber; she looked like a nervous wreck. This was the type of attitude that he would expect with her, but did he wanted to consult two chicks in one day? Amber had her strapless laced wedding dress and a purple flowers on the other hand.

"I heard noise coming out and I was...I guess curious about what was going on. I was about to ask you the same thing: shouldn't you be with Des and the bridesmaids?" Jon asked her as Amber bit her lip. Then, Jon looked at one of her hands and noticed a piece of paper. He assumed that it was her vows and she was struggling with them like Joe was.

"It's my vows," she admitted and revealed the piece of paper to him, handing it over to him, "I was wondering, if you can read it to make sure it sounds good. I don't know about it, what if he gets scared about what he hears?" she was worried about how this wedding was going to turn out. Jon figured that he was going to have to consult her the way that he consulted Joe and he hated being that person, unless it involved Desiree.

"_'Joe, you complete me. For years, I was looking for that missing piece of my puzzle, but I never realized that you and Kyla would be those missing pieces. In four years, you have invited me into your family and I felt like a huge part of it. For the first time in a long time, I know how it feels to be loved by someone that loves me back._'" Jon continued to read on, but the more that he read, the more that he was able to connect himself within Amber's words, minus the kid part, but he got the idea.

"I've been around douchebags that thought loved me, but I never knew what love was until I met Joe. He was the one that showed me what love was all about. You see, Jonathan, I come from an abused past with parents that neglected me all the time. This went on to my teen years, where I thought this douchebags loved me for me, but they only wanted something from me. Four years ago, my life changed forever and that was meeting Kyla at school and then, I met Joe, when she was sent to the nurse's office. Seriously, if Kyla never lied about having a stomachache to get out of a math quiz, this wouldn't be happening." Amber laughed as Jon laughed with her. He could relate with a parent neglecting him and it was not a pleasant feeling. He hoped that he would never be that way with his children.

"I never knew that about you. I mean, you're a woman that I would never expect to come from an abused and neglected past. I mean, you might already know, but I can relate to that. But, today is not about me; it is about _you _and you should be happy. You're marrying Joe and he might be as nervous about you, but all he wants is this day to be perfect. If he has you, he is happy." he advised her as Amber smiled and started to calm down a little bit.

What the two didn't know was that Desiree was watching this confrontation happen from behind the wall; it melted her heart when she saw Jon helping people in need. She liked to say that she taught him to be like that, but for how long will he be happy for?

* * *

As Desiree watched Joe and Amber exchange vows, she kept wondering about what Arnold and Asher were going to plan next; the two scheming brothers are always one step ahead of her. Sami did have a point when he said that the only ammo that Arnold had was Jon. Jon was the ammo that didn't stop firing. If she didn't have Jon, Arnold loses that one thing that rallies Des up and ready to attack. Then, Des will finally have an advantage over Arnold. When looking at her two friends getting married, she questioned herself; can she and Jon have that happy marriage that is drama free? Can she and Jon make things work after this drama with Arnold and Asher? Sure, these two haven't done anything since the party, but what feared her is that they are plotting their destruction of their relationship. Always, there are things that are trying to keep them away from each other. It was either a boyfriend or even the age requirements, but Jon and Desiree have always conquered them. What makes this so different? There are two people that would love to see them break up. That is what makes this time so much different than the others.

After the wedding, Desiree went outside and looked at the pond at the ducks. It was a mother duck and four ducklings following her from behind. Desiree had already made her decision with everything. Jon stepped away from Colby and approached his fiancée that was looking at the pond, "Hey gorgeous," he wrapped his around her as she tried not to be flattered by the gesture; she had one priority in her mind. Jon then noticed the look on her face and he knew that something was bugging her, "What's wrong?"

"Jon, I love you and being with you has been some of the best years of my life," Desiree turned around to face him, but those words worried Jon, "You make me so happy and I can't imagine anyone else making me this happy." she added on, her voice cracking because of the news that she will have to tell him. This was going to destroy him and he will probably hate her for this.

"Des, where are you going with this?" Jon questioned her, but he felt like he already knew the answer to it. The look on her face, knew that the worse was yet to come.

Desiree began to tear up—so much for her humanity being turned off, "I have to leave you. This isn't you; it's me and it's this war with Arnold and now Asher. I can't afford to let you get involved," she wiped the tears away from her face as Jon's heart was broken at the words that she was speaking to him. Desiree has to leave him because of Arnold and Asher. This was something that he did not understand or even want to understand. These two have been through hell and back to be with each other and Desiree was willing to throw five years down the drain? His mind did not want to process any of this, "It's not something I want to do..."

"Then, why are you doing this?" Jon whispered at her, if he were to speak any louder, his voice would crack, "I don't get why you are letting this bastard get inside your mind," he growled and threw his hands up in the air, "You don't see that you are giving this jerk whatever he wants. He wants you to crash and burn. Do you not realize what you are doing could be the most stupidest thing that you have ever done in you entire life and I thought accepting this Business Strategist job was stupid..." he scuffed as Desiree's jaw dropped to the floor.

Desiree thought that Jon was supportive of any decision that she made. She should have known that he was still bitter because of it. He originally didn't want her to take it, "I thought you were supportive of my decisions. I wanted a chance to chase my dreams. It is not fair that I have to stay at the apartment, while you get to be some WWE World Heavyweight Champion that none of the company has hope for," Desiree slammed back at him as Jon's eyes widened at her. He was rather hurt than offended, "Do you want to know, who is the person other than Hunter that defended your ass? It was me! Maybe, I was wrong the entire time with you!" she yelled at him as it only made him more angry.

"You know what you promised me? That you wouldn't be some corporate sellout in a suit. Look at you now. You're a sellout in a suit. You might look gorgeous in those suits, but you probably still have that same attitude that most people you work with have. You have stick up your ass—" Jon stopped talking when Desiree slapped him as he turned away from her. Des was still shocked at what she did. She slapped her fiancé or ex-fiancé! Jon then began to laugh sinisterly as he looked back at her, "Slap me again, I dare you!" with no hesitations, Desiree slapped him harder on the cheek.

"I think we're done here." Desiree said as she stormed out of the way, feeling tempted to cry.

Jon yelled across the pond, "I hope you find happiness in life because you're the only woman that I have ever met that managed to break my heart to a million pieces!"

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_ Well, that escalated quickly...before you get the pitchforks sharpened, I want to tell you all that I know what I am doing!_ _Honestly, can you believe what Jon and Des said to each other? I mean, how are these two going to handle their grief? If you read the last story, you all should be aware of how Jon handles pain and grief, but now that Desiree is older, how will she handle her grief...if she has any? Hopefully, you all are still on this emotional roller coaster. Thank you to: StilesBelongsWithMe'Bruh, Guest, justkimmy, DeeMarie426, DaShadowAngel, Ronnie Leigh and BellaRayne for your reviews! Everyone please, favorite, follow and review! :) _


	18. Desiree Gone Wrong

_**Human**_

_**Sometimes, two wrongs don't make a right...**_

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So in Desiree's mind, she chose the teacher—or at least, Sami Callihan. She couldn't believe that she broke Jon's heart into a million pieces. Why would she ever do that? It had to be one of the most stupid things that she had ever done in her entire life. She had to then remind herself: it was only to protect him. Jon would probably do the exact same thing to her. Desiree was with Sami with her 'crazy lessons' again and ever since she broke up with Jon, she had been able to focus on letting insanity where emotion was. Sami had noticed the transformation, when she explained the story of breaking things with Jon. He didn't think that she would actually break up with Jon, but until she changes her mind and runs back to Jon, he was going to take advantage of her mindset.

"You have a free mind and you see, Arnold has stayed away from you. He doesn't want to fuck with you ever since you and Jon broke things off, but when he does find another way to get inside your mind, you will be ready for it." Sami lectured to Desiree, who was doing pull-ups on a horizontal pole. To Sami, Des has been the best that she has ever been. The determination that she has shown was something that he wasn't excepting for another few weeks, but he was glad that he was ahead of schedule with her.

Desiree jumped down from the horizontal pole and grabbed the towel that was next to the couch and damped herself dry, "Don't remind me of Jon. It makes the pain a lot worse. Although, you do have a point. I have never been this free in my entire life. However, I feel like I need to be more alive. You know, Sami? There's a club a few blocks from here. I want to check it out." she informed him as Sami raised a brow at her. He never expected her to be the club type—that was more Jon's thing, but maybe it was something that she got from him.

"You want to go to a club? I have a hard time believing that." Sami looked at Desiree like she was crazy—however, he was unsure if he should be happy about her new attitude or if he should be concern. It was like he made her become this way, but the question was: how was he going to be able to control her? Right now, Desiree was untamed; he knew that her break-up with Jon scared her emotionally, but to him, this seemed like she was trying to move past it.

Desiree giggled as she punched Sami lightly on the shoulder, "Come on! It will be fine! I need this night out! I need to release myself this way and stop thinking about everything that has been irritating me as of late!" she nudged at him as he rolled his eyes. Sami obviously saw that hurt in Desiree's eyes—she needed Jon with her. Better yet, they needed to talk about everything and I don't know, tell Hunter the deal with Arnold Roberts; however, Desiree was so socially awkward and quiet. She will never do that, but that didn't mean Jon will tell Hunter himself.

"Listen, Desiree," Sami took a deep breath, "I'll take you to the club, but you need to talk to Jon about everything." he was able to take her out because he was not listed for RAW tonight. So, this was why he was able to help her out with lessons. Desiree sighed. She knew that Sami would bargain with her about her drama with Jon. Honestly, she has no idea how she would ever approach him again after what had happened at Joe and Amber's wedding. Jon probably hated her guts and never wanted to see her again. After all, she did break his heart into a million pieces—something that no other girl has been able to accomplish.

"I'll try my best too," Desiree said as she took her belongings and went inside the other hotel room, but realized that she needed to say something to Sami, "Hey," she grabbed his attention, "I want to thank you for letting me stay with you these past few days. I'm going to be with Darwin and Estelle the next few days, so you won't have to deal with me. Again, thank you." she gave a heartwarming smile to him that was hard for Sami not to smile back on. When Des was not sad and depressing, she was like the snack, Goldfish—she always smiled back.

* * *

One shot, two shots, three shots, four shots—let's just say that Desiree had lost count after the second shot. Normally, Desiree was not a drinker. Jon had forbidden her lips from touching alcohol from the bars and clubs they went to. Strangely enough, he would only allow her to have the expensive alcohol because she would refuse the cheap beer once she experienced the taste of the expensive alcohol. When Jon and Desiree broke-up, Jon hadn't relied on alcohol to forget about the pain that she caused him. He knew that Des would not like it, if he were to result back to drinking. For the most part, he wanted to be distant from the guys, so he hung out with Saraya, who had given him the courage to pop the question to her.

Now, Sami had watched Desiree drink four shots. As much as he was impressed by her endurance of drinking that much liquor, he wanted her to stop, "Desiree, I think you have had enough alcohol." he pointed out as he saw his friend dancing with the beat of the music and scarfing down more liquor. It concerned her because Desiree drank like Jon and that was very heavily. He swore that he hadn't seen anyone drink so much ever since watching Jon.

"I'm fine. You're driving right?" Desiree questioned Sami and then wobbled to the bartender, "My friend, give me a margarita. Can I have a purple one? My favorite color is purple! Also, my ex-fiancé's favorite color was blue—or maybe, it was red. No! No! It was green! Maybe, it was black because he had a black vest that is stuck in his closet!" she slurred some of the words that were coming out of her mouth. The bartender proceeded to make her margarita as Sami looked at Desiree.

"Do you think you've had too much? I mean, do you need to be a work tomorrow? Hunter will be pissed if he finds out that you were drinking the night before," Sami tried to reason with her, but it seemed like she was not paying attention to him at all, "I mean, I hate to sound like the voice of reason, but…" he went on to lecture on her about that she needed to think straight.

Meanwhile, Asher Roberts was sitting on a stool at the bar. It wasn't near the light where Desiree would be able to see him, but enough for the bartender to see him, "Hey man." he called the bartender over as he was holding Desiree's purple margarita. Asher was smart enough to know that the bartender was holding Desiree's drink. This is what made the Roberts brothers so smart—they paid attention to detail.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked him as Asher smirked.

"I was wondering if I can have one of your menus. I want to see what I will like to get myself." Asher said it so calm that the bartender wouldn't see that Asher was bad news. The bartender nodded and left to grab a menu for Asher. Luckily, he left Desiree's margarita right in front of him as Asher pulled something out of his pocket. It was some Antabuse, which results in the person throwing up, if they drink any alcohol. He placed it inside her drink and stirred it to make sure it was all dissolved. After, the bartender returned with a menu and gave it to Asher, "Thank you and also, you forgot the margarita. You can't just be leaving alcohol around. You may never know what creep will decide to put something inside. Don't worry, I kept an eye on it for you." he informed the bartender as he formed a smirk and looked at his menu.

* * *

Meanwhile, Jon was backstage as he carried the WWE World Heavyweight Championship on both shoulders. There was no doubt on his mind that he wanted to be happy, but he couldn't help himself because the thought of not being with Desiree destroyed him. It made him feel like crap and that he would never find another woman that would ever compare to her. He looked at the pictures on his iPhone-the thousands of selfies that Desiree took with his phone that he would always look at when he missed her and this time was no different. He missed her so much that it hurt. Out of his jeans, he pulled out the diamond hearted engagement ring that she gave back to him.

"Ambrose," a producer called out to him as he placed the ring back on his pocket, "You're ready for your segment? It starts in five minutes." he informed Jon as he nodded. Honestly, since creative gave him control on his promos, he had been able to say whatever he wanted—sort of at least. Jon was never the guy that would practice what he wanted to say. He said it on the spot and people liked what he said. After the producer left, he placed on his leather jacket on and slide down against a chained fence. He had no idea what was coming out of his mouth, but he was going to say it, "Action!" the producer called out as Jon began.

"I met this one girl once," Dean began as he pulled out the engagement ring that once belonged to Desiree, "It was a long time ago and I felt a sudden attachment to her. I felt like I needed to protect her from all of the horrible things in the outside world. I never understood why I did that, but it was like instinct. It wasn't until several months after until I developed a different feeling for her that wasn't normal. It wasn't until later that I found out that she had feelings for me as well, but there was obstacles along the way. However, we found our way, before it was too late. For five wonderful years, I protected her heart and she wore my heart on her sleeve. It looked like our futures were going to be with each other. Then, obstacles get in the way again and she breaks me heart INTO A MILLION PIECES!" Dean yelled at the top of his lungs, "She promised me that she was never going to leave me and the worst thing about is that we still love each other. I know she does, so if that punk ass bitch wants to hurt her, he better get through me first!" Dean yelled and before he could go more out of script, Hunter, Stephanie and the producer cut the segment short.

"Ambrose, what the hell is wrong with you?" Hunter snapped at Jon, "Who is the 'punk ass bitch' that wants to hurt her?" he obviously knew that Jon went off script because he was supposed to promo about the Payback match between him and Corey Graves. Not about this girl, which he knew was Desiree.

"Yeah Ambrose," Jon's face was about to explode out of his neck, when he saw Arnold Roberts come out of the shadows, "What's up with you?" he smirked. The thought of Arnold displaying the smug on his face was too much for Jon to handle. Instead of answering their questions, Jon takes his titles, places the ring back in his pocket and storms off.

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Desiree was confused. She was really, really confused. The whole entire club looked like some exotic place that she had never been in before. Sami claimed to be at their table, but she found herself going in circles for the past twenty minutes. She could have sworn that she saw Buda and Jesus laughing at each other a few minutes ago. The beat of the club music made her head feel like nails were pounding against her skull as she walked. Then, she stopped at a place and tried to move her hair with the available hand that was not occupied with the purple margarita that she hasn't drank out of yet. She began to vomit behind a fake palm tree. She focused on the color of her vomit; it was either orange or a really bright red. For what she knew, it could have been blood that she threw up.

"Maybe, a little drink out of this margarita will help me." Desiree whispered to herself as she took sips out. Then, she began to cough and dropped her drink on the floor, spilling it and it wasn't long until she collapsed on the floor and went unconscious.

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_Before you all get your very sharp and pointy pitchforks ready and your tomatoes, I still know what I am doing with this! I have never let you guys down! I mean, Jon broke script and mentioned Desiree in a promo. Will any backlash be coming his way? And for Desiree, what do you think happened in the end of the chapter? The next chapter will have a lot of drama just to tell you all. Thank you to: StilesBelongsWithMe'Bruh, FPK101, Angela Marie Herrera, Guest, DaShadowAngel, justkimmy, Ronnie Leigh and BellaRayne for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	19. Hospital Drama

_**Human**_

_**Sometimes, it takes a trip to the hospital to come to a realization...**_

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_Beep…beep…beep…_

This noise was the only noise in the hospital room as brothers Darwin and Dustin Harper, along with Dustin's ex-wife, Lauren Hawkins sat in the hospital room as their daughter/niece was in a coma. To Lauren, there is nothing worse than seeing your child in pain. The thought of seeing your child needing a mask to help her breath was something that you could never get out of your mind. Lauren brushed off the light brown hair that was covering her daughter's beautiful brown eyes. There was nothing on her mind that could think about a reason why Desiree would be lying in a hospital bed. The only thing that crossed her mind was that she was trying to commit suicide. Lauren moved her black hair to the back of her head and looked at Dustin with a scowl.

"She got your alcohol addiction," she was the first person to say something once entering the room. Dustin looked at Lauren like he was offended that she would make such an accusation to him, "If you would have gotten sober before she was born, we wouldn't be having this problem. Maybe, the reason why she was willing to end her life was because of the abuse that you put her through as a child." she pointed his chest harshly.

"What makes you believe that Desiree wanted to end her life? She seemed to be very happy about where her life was. I mean, we let her go to live with Darwin, even though I was against it. She is getting married to that street dog of a wrestler. I honestly think that he is the reason why she is in this coma. I'm thinking that he snapped at her." Dustin assumed as the two parents began to bicker with one another. Darwin tried to get in the middle of it.

"Desiree _was _engaged," Sami spoke up to clarify at the two bickering adults while sitting in a seat, "She called off the wedding. If you care to know, your daughter is in love with Jon and the thought of not being with him was worse than death itself," he released a chuckle at what he was going to say next, "I know, that sounded cliché, but your daughter is a victim right here. I tried to make her stop drinking, but when I tried to lecture her, she told me to fuck off and take a seat. That was the last time that I saw her." he explained the last moments of seeing Desiree.

"You should have kept a better eye on her," Dustin was playing the part of the protective father and Des wouldn't even know why if she was awake, "I swear, I get to Jon and I will beat the shit out of that guy." the thought of some guy making her daughter lie in a hospital bed was unbearable for Dustin. He may have not been supportive of Desiree and anything that she has done in the world of professional wrestling, but if anyone hurt his little girl, hell will come to that guy.

"It was Desiree's fault for doing this. I don't mean to seem like I am defending Jon, but he's as hurt as Desiree about the whole thing. His promo a few hours ago was about Desiree and their love story. This guy is heartbroken. That was raw emotion from him. This wasn't part of the script; he still loves Desiree." Darwin was the only one in the room that watched Jon's promo a few hours ago about Desiree—the off script promo that will most likely get him backlash from management.

"If he loves Desiree, where the hell is he? Does he even know what the hell happened to her?" Lauren asked Darwin, sounding worried and confused. All she wanted was for her daughter to be better and well. Also, having the guy that she is supposed to be engaged to wouldn't hurt much. Most importantly, she wants her daughter happy and healthy.

"He's on his way," Sami informed Lauren as she nodded her head, "I am hoping that you _children_ can be in your best behavior when he shows up." he sarcastically told the adults in the room, especially Dustin, who wanted to beat the shit out of Jon. Dustin glared at Sami, who gave a playful smile.

* * *

The news of Desiree being in the hospital had erupted on Twitter. Declan Knight was also a guy that heard about it. To him, Desiree was one of his best friends. He had known her the longest and he knew that the breakup of Jon was weighing heavily on her. Declan theorized that the reason why she was in the hospital was because of the breakup with Jon. It seemed like the most logical theory that he could think of. So when he heard of the news, he went to the nearest pharmacy and got her a few Mylar balloons and a teddy bear that said 'Get Well' in cursive writing.

"Which room is Desiree Harper staying at?" Declan asked the secretary in the front desk, before he could walk to speak with Desiree.

"Desiree," the secretary said as she searched for her in the guestbook and scrolled down until she finally saw her name, "Uh yes, she's in room two eighteen." she informed him as Declan thanked her before walking away to find the room. Declan walked towards a hall that had terrible lighting—the hospital really needed to check their lighting.

"Declan Knight."

Declan knew the coldness of that voice from anywhere and with no hesitations, he turned around to find Asher Roberts standing across from him. It had been a long time, since the two of them have ever faced each other. What was the last time that they faced each other? It was Homecoming night five years ago—a night that Declan was more than familiar with. He stood his ground as he was looking into the eyes of a man that he considered his rival. Ever since these two were little kids, Asher would bully Declan by stealing his toys, shoving him into locker rooms are putting his head inside a toilet. The night of Homecoming was not a pretty thing to remember. It was like a dark, gloomy cloud that was over his head.

"Asher, long time no see." Declan was not afraid of Asher anymore. Ever since that night, Asher had stopped bothering him. All of that bullying by this younger guy's hands went away from the older man. To clarify: Declan was a senior and Asher was junior and yet, Asher still had more power than Declan. Right now, Asher doesn't scare Declan the slightest bit.

"I know right," Asher shoved his hands in the pockets of his black blazer and stuck his tongue out, "You thought you got rid of me five years ago," he singsong as Declan found that to be irritating. Asher's voicing sounding like a ghost haunting his dreams. Declan paused—still, that day haunted him, "You should remember that day quite well." Asher concluded. He was right.

Declan remembered that day well.

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**_Flashback—Five Years Ago _**

Desiree gasped and snatched her phone from his hands. "Thank you so much, Declan. For everything," Desiree smiled at him; a very fortunate smile as she went to Jon's side. "You were right. I'm sorry for not believing in you. Just say it, say _'I told you so'_" Des thought at least Jon can say was _'I told you so'_ to him. Jon grinned and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Nah, you being here is all I want."

Declan had put attention to what Jon said to Desiree and how Desiree smiled at him - there was something about the two of them that caught his eye. Their bond was stronger than Desiree and Asher's bond. He had a gut feeling about Des and Jon and that was something was going to happen between the two of them. Might not be next week or next month or next year, but something was going to happen.

"I think the three of you should go back to the GYM and have a good time," Declan said with a grin. "Leighla, you might want to dress up Desiree in her flapper dress." he said, pushing Leighla towards the exit.

Leighla nodded, agreeing with Declan's suggestion. "Alright, come on Des." she motioned for Desiree to come follow her out the door. Jon began to follow them out, before he turned around to face Declan.

"Thank you for helping us." Jon walked away, leaving Declan alone.

Declan was alone and walked around the empty changing area, before he heard noises coming from the stall that Desiree and Asher were at. He sneaked a peek inside, when he noticed that Asher was beginning to wake up. Asher was still feeling some impact from the alcohol, struggling to pick himself up. Declan gave Asher a serious glare, with one intention in his mind. He moved his neck side-to-side, making a cracking noise and cracked his knuckles and walked closer to Asher.

When Declan approached Asher, Asher tried to use his legs as leverage to get up, but Declan hit him back to the floor. Asher landed face first and he kneeled down to face the man that almost tried to rape Desiree and chased her throughout the school. These were the eyes of a killer, but when you cross Declan, you can see the eyes of a _murderer_. Angrily, Declan threw punches around Asher's face. There was no fact that he was going to avenge Desiree for the suffering that she was put through tonight. Then, Declan grabbed Asher and shoved his head inside the toilet—he knew how it felt to be that victim of being inside a toilet. Now, this was Declan getting payback. Asher squirmed for his life as Declan took his head out of the toilet as water came splashing out.

"Do you honestly think that you can hurt her?" Declan gave him a punch to the face, "Do you think that you could have gotten what you really wanted from her. There was no chance that she is going to give up this internship for a creepy little bastard like yourself," he slammed Asher's head against the metal bathroom door, knocking him out in conscious again, "Desiree isn't giving up anything for it. She loves wrestling and even more than you." he spoke to an unconscious Asher.

Declan took Asher's body to a pool and by his hands, took Asher's head and dunked it inside the pool, trying to drown Asher. The water was enough to wake Asher up, who was gasping for air. He couldn't remember to breathe a certain way; Declan was really trying to drown him. Worst—Declan was trying to _kill_ Asher for the horrible thing that he tried to do with Desiree. Declan kept Asher's head underwater until he stopped squirming. It was when he knew that Asher was not breathing. Declan took his head out and saw that his lips were blue and he had no pulse on him.

Asher was dead in Declan's eyes.

Declan began to freak out—he was thinking in the moment, so Declan began to take Asher's body and entered the girls' room. He noticed one of the lockers that were destroyed from what he assumed when Asher was chasing Desiree. So, he opened one of the locker rooms and dumped Asher's body inside of it. He thought he killed Asher, but a few days later, Asher was back in school, but he stopped bothering Declan.

_**End of Flashback**_

* * *

Declan had literally thought that he killed Asher that day, but how would the other think of him for that little story. He wanted to cover up that story and never tell anyone about it, especially Desiree. If Des were to learn what he thought he had done, she could never forgive him. She would see Declan in a different light and that is not what he wanted her to see.

"I remember your lifeless body quite well," Declan responded calm and collected, "It might be the same thing you'll see your brother as." he added on as Asher smirked. Declan still had not learned his lessons from five years ago.

Asher approached Declan closer as he whispered in his ear, "Attempt that and I'll make sure that your WWE contract is ripped right in front of you. Good day, Everyone's Knight in Shining Armor." he patted Declan roughly on the back, before walked past him. After Asher disappeared, Saraya, also known as Paige came and stood near Declan's side.

"What did he want with you?" Saraya said in a rough tone, looking at the direction that Asher left at.

Declan looked at Saraya in the eyes, "Trouble." he then looked at the same direction that she was looking at.

* * *

Colby could tell what was eating him alive more—the fiancé of the woman lying in the hospital bed was nowhere to be seen or the desire to know the motivations of Desiree's actions that resulted her into being in a hospital bed? It was a fifty/fifty with each of those things. Colby sat next to Sami, Darwin and Joe, while Dustin and Lauren stood on each side of Desiree's hospital bed; wanting to be the people that she first saw, when she woke up. How could Colby blame them? This was their daughter after all.

"I swear, this shit was Arnold and Asher drove her to do this," Colby whispered to the men that he sat next to; trying not to make the parents hear into their conversation, "Ever since she got this job, Arnold has been rubbing her the wrong way. I can't blame her; he's been driving us the wrong way as well. I mean, I wonder how Jon is responding to everything. He may act all tough in front of all of us, but if anything were to happen to Desiree…" did Colby dare to complete the sentence? There was no telling what would be going on inside Jon's side.

"It probably might have," Sami whispered in response, "I mean, I feel like ever since Desiree got a little crazy, that I might have lost control of her. If I wouldn't have done what she told me to, I could have prevented all of this. I actually feel kind of bad for the shit that she has put herself through." Sami sighed as he put his head down; he was just feeling guilty about not preventing any of this from happening. If Jon had to kill someone, let it be him. He created a monster within Desiree, but she will still want to continue the lessons and there is no telling what else he can create out of her. He had done something that no one has been able to do.

He broke Desiree.

"All she wanted was a chance to live her dreams. Somewhere in there," Joe whispered and pointed at Desiree lying in the hospital bed, "Is the same little sophomore going into junior little girl that we met. The girl that could barely keep up with a conversation. We taught her what it was like to have real friends that loved her. I mean—we each taught her something. Colby taught her that beauty was never what was on the outside, but what was on the inside. He also taught her about confidence. I taught her about opening up and finding security within a person. I mean, I was the first person that she talked to within The Shield." Joe ranted on.

"What did Jon teach her?" Darwin asked; he loved hearing the guys talk about her in a positive light. It was something that he hadn't heard in a while.

"Well Darwin," Joe began with a grin on his face, "Jon taught her one of the most important things that a woman could learn about—love. I mean, real love and not what Asher wanted her for." he added on as Colby nodded.

"Of course," Colby agreed as he looked at his iPhone and found it to almost be midnight, "I am going to check outside to see if Jon's arrived yet," he stood up and escorted himself out. While outside, he walked down the narrow hallway. All of a sudden, at the checking desk, he found someone that had the will and guts to come to the hospital. Colby felt himself getting angry. He was angry for what he has done with Desiree, but he wasn't going to let his guy get the last laugh, "Hey Arnold!" he shouted from across the hallway.

Arnold looked up as soon as he was done signing himself in. He found Colby coming his way as he displayed a smirk on his face, "Oh Colby, how have things been with you?" he found himself asking as Colby pulled Arnold by the collar of his shirt and pulled him to the narrow hallway. Colby grinded his teeth together as Arnold knew that he had to sneak away from this confrontation, "Watch it, Lopez," he began as Colby released his collar shirt, "Don't think that I am your wife because I don't like going rough."

Colby tried to keep his anger in check, but the remark towards Leighla was something that Arnold was not going to get away with, "Watch your mouth, Harold. I can easily knock you out in this hallway with no hesitations." he warned him as Arnold pretended to act like he was worried about what Colby can do to him.

"Really? Prove it." Arnold convinced him in a cocky way and quickly, Colby punched Arnold's face, sending him crashing to the floor. Colby had thrown the hardest punch that he had ever thrown and it was _all_ for the people that Arnold has given hell to.

Colby stared at Arnold that was on the floor, he seemed to be almost knocked out because of the punch. He grabbed Arnold's collar shirt again and pulled him up, "You know the saying of 'hell have no fury over a woman's scorn'? Well, Desiree isn't what you should be worried about. Jon on the other hand, you declare war on Desiree and you get Jon no matter what." Colby slammed Arnold on the floor again and walked outside of the hospital.

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At least, Jon had made it to the hospital. As soon as he heard the news, he rushed to the hospital, so he could be by Desiree's side no matter what. These two may not be engaged anymore, but Jon still loved and cared about her no matter what. He was surprised to find that there was no one in the room, he contacted Colby just a half an hour ago, so Jon assumed that Colby was the one that kicked everyone out, so he could see Desiree by herself. He took that chair that was sat by Lauren a while back and sat on it. There was no telling what Jon could say to her that would make it all better, but at least he could practice it, while she was still asleep.

"Hey Desiree. I don't know if you expected me to come, but when I heard the news of you being in the hospital, I knew I had to see you. I just all of a sudden began to be afraid. I don't know what I expect from this, but I know that you broke up with me and ended our engagement and it broke my heart," Jon tried to fight back the tears that he had for this girl. This is what he has done ever since Desiree broke up with him, he has cried and he's never cried for a girl before, "I couldn't vision you just letting five, six years go to waste. I began to feel what you felt, when I broke your heart the first time around. The feeling sucks, Des. It really does and I was being such a big mouth about your job and how I was not supportive, but its people like Arnold that I didn't want you to get tangled with. Desiree, I get that you wanted to chase your dreams, but you need to know that you don't need to chase them because I'm your dream." Jon began the shed tears as he had a difficult time trying not to let them fall out of his sockets.

Jon continued as he was oblivious to the fact that Desiree was beginning to move a little bit, "You're dream was to be involved in wrestling, but you have me. This is all I wanted with my life. I want you," he reached out of his grey leather jacket and pulled out the diamond hearted engagement ring that she gave back, "I want you to be my wife and the mother of my children. I wanted to have this Disney themed wedding with you," he smiled at the thought of a Disney wedding, "I'll be the Aladdin to your Jasmine. The Prince Charming to your Cinderella. The Prince Phillip to your Aurora. The Beast to your Beauty. The Flynn Rider to your Rapunzel. The Prince Eric to your Ariel. I just want you in my life and I want to tell our children about our story. You're my princess, Desiree. Like all the princesses, you need your prince to help take down Arnold and Asher…" he went to grab her hand and that was when Desiree woke up and took her gas mask off because she was able to breathe on her own.

"You found me." were Desiree's first words.

"I'll always come looking for you."

It was not Jon that began to shed tears, but Desiree as well. She heard every single word that Jon said and they were beautiful—he still loved her and man, did she still love him back, "We need to tell Hunter everything," she concluded as Jon wiped the tears away from her eyes, "Most importantly, Jon. I need your help to put a stop to Arnold. I need help and I can't handle those brothers alone." Desiree concluded as Jon smiled at her as she wiped the tears away from his face.

"I will and I'll be with you the entire way," Jon told her and he grabbed her ring finger and slide on the engagement ring back on. This ring was finally where it belonged—in Desiree's finger, "I love you, Desiree." he connected with a kiss on her lips.

"I love you too, Jon."

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_Okay now...YOU CAN PUT AWAY THE PITCHFORKS AND TOMATOS! Jon and Desiree are finally back together. I apologize if their conversation sounded cheesy, but I wanted to capture the emotion of these two. There was a lot of drama in this chapter from the confrontation between Declan and Asher to the punch to Arnold from Colby to a crying Jon admitting his love for Desiree! Now, let's see Jon and Des work with each other as a team! :) Thank you to: justkimmy, Dixiewinxwrites12, Angela Marie Herrera, StilesBelongsWithMe'Bruh, Guest, DaShadowAngel, Ronnie Leigh and BellaRayne for your reviews! Please, favorite, follow and review! :)_


	20. Like A Team

_**Human**_

_**When a common enemy is spotted, take them down together like a team...**_

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Desiree learned that she had suffered alcohol poisoning two nights before. She had consumed so much alcohol that her body couldn't tolerate it. What else did Desiree learn? She also learned that that the drug, Antabuse was also in her system. This caused her to throw up alcohol if her lips ever touched it. What else did she learn that was important? Well, Jon has a heart! He really does have a heart and he can get emotional, which caused her to get emotional as well. She never expected Jon to have so much emotion about her. Oh, when he started naming Disney couples, she wanted to just die of joy because he wanted a Disney wedding as well! So, about two days later, Desiree exited the hospital and she was able to go back to the hotel. Desiree was happy that she was welcomed back with open arms, but Hunter gave her the rest of the week off because he wanted her at her best. On the other hand, Jon didn't receive that welcoming feeling from the Board of Directors.

He received backlash.

"Okay Jon," Stephanie began as Jon was sat next to Desiree on a soft pillow chair, "Not only did you go off script, but you brought your relationship with Desiree on the spotlight. To make matters worse, Desiree was in the hospital for two days and you painted the picture that she was this villainess that she is so not. I mean look at her," Stephanie pointed at Desiree, who was hugging a medium sized purple Hello Kitty that Joe had given her. Desiree loved the texture of the Hello Kitty because it was so fluffy, "She seems like the innocent one in the relationship."

Jon looked at Desiree, who awkwardly placed her Hello Kitty on her lap, before placing his attention back at his boss, "Steph, you're probably the fiftieth person to ever give me backlash today and I apologize for making Desiree look bad, even though it's impossible to make her look bad. I mean, I know that Corey was pissed about not promoing against him, but I was having a rough time adjusting to what Desiree did with me. I was almost an emotional wreck and I apologize. Everything is fine now and we'll just focus on this match." he spoke up as Desiree nodded in agreement.

"How can we focus on this match?" Hunter interjected himself into the conversation, "Desiree's name was mentioned and she was all over Twitter, when you delivered that promo. I read that people want to know who this Desiree is. Honestly, I think we should give the fans what they want." Hunter sighed as Jon intervened for Desiree.

"I don't want Des involved with the scripts and storylines. I mean, she's very camera shy and she's just got released from the hospital and I don't want that and work to be stressing on her mind. Besides," Jon looked at Desiree and grabbed her hand as she nodded at him. Jon looked back at Hunter and Stephanie, "She's got work and she's been having some issues with Arnold Roberts as of late. So, I don't think that she can handle the storyline."

"Jon's right. What if my acting sucks? I mean, I can't lie to Jon without giving him eye contact. Plus, I'm in a war with Arnold and I have to be the best person that I can be possible. Also, what about work? I need to provide for me and Jon. I can't let Arnold just win." Desiree said as Stephanie spoke up.

"We can take Desiree off the Board of Directors for a little while, so we can place her within the script. Plus, she will not have to deal with Arnold lurking around. It might give you two a little break, before we decided on what to do with Arnold. It's tough deciding a punishment for him because he has never acted like this before." Stephanie pondered as Desiree looked at Jon, not sure about what she should do. It had been a dream of hers to be part of WWE TV, but what if she cramped Jon's style? He was a really cool and badass wrestler and she would hate to ruin his image.

"Perhaps, this I can support," Jon told her as Desiree widened her brown eyes at him. She was very stage fright and what if she gets booed? So much for her confidence! "I can have my eye on Desiree at all times, but this war with Arnold is far from over. His brother Asher is involved now. I need to keep Desiree safe."

"I can take on both of them, but I don't want you to deal with everything that I have been dealing with. We are a team and we talk about things…like a team! We don't strike or anything without each other's approvals. Besides, that's what other couples do." Desiree explained as she tried to consult with Jon, their strategy.

"Anything to keep you safe." Jon responded.

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"So..." Jon began as he watched Sami and Desiree looking at each other, "How do these crazy lessons work?" he looked at his fiancée and best friend, who were preparing for their little match. Jon, Desiree and Sami were at their local GYM after Jon received his backlash from. Well, everyone. This was Jon's first time involving himself in her lessons, but it concerned him because Sami would hit Desiree during the lessons. So, it would be difficult for him to keep his anger in check. Desiree told him that everything was going to be fine; that she likes discipline. Jon, on the other hand, was not okay with any of that, but he had to listen to his 'team member'.

"Depends," Sami responded with a shrug, "One day, we work on physical training. The next, we work on mental training. The physical is when she knows how to defend herself. The mental training is when she learns not to have any of Arnold's bullshit get the best of her. She needs to replace fear where insanity should be." he used his own quote that he had been using on her ever since day one. Jon raised a brow after hearing that quote. He didn't want Desiree to become too crazy, where she couldn't control herself like at the bar, but he wants her to be ready for anything. Jon wants Desiree to be his equal, "So today is a physical training day and you get an idea of what I put her through."

"Don't worry, Sami," Des said with her red boxing gloves on, "Give me all you have! I want to show Jon that I learned something." she hoped around in the ring as Jon stood ringside. Sami entered the ring and put on his black boxing gloves on. There was a trainer in the ring to make sure that everything went on fine, since no one in the ring was an experienced boxer or had done this enough to be trusted alone. As soon as the trainer checked both Sami and Desiree, who were doing their upright stances, they began to box each other.

At first, Desiree and Sami exchanged the jab-cross at a safe pace. Then, it transitioned to a faster pace, where Sami crossing so hard, which made Desiree block them. Sami took Desiree to a corner as she continued to block him. Jon looked at her ringside, wondering if he should do something. Suddenly, she began to show improvement by bobbing every punch that was coming her way. This gave her the opportunity to slip past Sami and connect with an uppercut, which even made Jon wish that he was not in the ring with her. From what Jon saw, Desiree was defiantly a brawler like him. She relied on the power of her punches to knock down her opponents, but it also made her an easy target for Sami. Des began to throw a series of punches, before delivering one final punch to knock him down. Jon applauded Desiree as he entered the ring to hug her.

"I was so worried for you. I swore, you can throw a pretty good punch," he smirked at her and kissed her on her forehead. From behind, Sami wanted to get a punch in before calling it a break. He had his stance and when Desiree turns around, _WHAM!_ She gets knocked out. Jon noticed what Sami wanted to do and there was no way that he was going to punch his woman, "I swear Callihan, if you even punch her, I will punch you back a million times harder!" he shouted as Desiree looked at Sami, who was letting go of his stance and whistling like nothing even happened. Jon glared at his best friend as Desiree stared at Sami too.

"You see, Sami!" she yelled at Sami, almost in a taunting way, "Jon's got my back because we are LIKE A TEAM!" Desiree had a huge load of confidence as she patted Jon on his chest as Sami glared at her and then laughed; he couldn't continue being serious anymore.

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Colby had no idea why Stephanie had wanted to see him. It was rarely that he got called into her office, but he wondered if there was going to be a huge storyline in his way that he should be excited for. Maybe, it was a name like John Cena coming back to have a match with him or something like that. It was rarely that part timers came, but when they do, they always want something. Still, what could be wrong with him? Did they want another heel turn with him? Why would they turn him heel? He has been getting over as a face and it wouldn't be a logical thing to turn an over face heel. Colby opened the door to find Stephanie with a stern look on her face.

_This can't be good._ Colby thought as he entered the office and sat in the white cushion chair in front of her desk. In his way, he stared into the eyes of his boss. Normally, she was a very sweet woman that can put on a business expression when she can, but when Colby looked at her, the sweet woman that he normally knew was replaced by the business woman. Honestly, he couldn't recall anything wrong that he did, so this all had to be innocent.

"Mr. Lopez, I know this must feel so random to be in my office because you're rarely in it," Steph began as Colby raised a brow; agreeing with what she said, "You are a wonderful employee and you have one of the best work ethics in the WWE. So, I'm disappointing by the reason that I have to bring you in for. Unfortunately, I have no other choice. You see, Hunter and I all want every worker here to get along with one another. So when I heard about you laying your hands on Arnold Roberts, I was very disappointed because we all love Arnold around here - "

Colby interjected Stephanie in the most respectful way possible without acting like a dick, "Excuse me? Are we talking about _Arnold Roberts?_ Look Steph, I was angry about what had happened to Desiree because I think that Arnold is the one responsible for putting her in a hospital bed. I don't care about what you think about Arnold, but I think he's not the man that everyone wants to think he is. This guy wants to destroy Jon, Desiree and anyone that stands in his way. Apparently, I was someone that stood in his way." he explained as Stephanie nodded.

"Colby, I understand where you are coming from, but this is not your battle to fight. Jon and Desiree have already informed Hunter and I that they have everything handled. There is nothing that you can do to help the cause," there was the meaner side of Stephanie McMahon-Levesque coming out as Colby was feeling it, "They have Arnold handled. Hunter feels like inserting Desiree in Jon's angles will help protect her from Arnold. I'm sorry, but everything is getting handled." Stephanie informed him as Colby stood up from his seat in a rage.

"Stephanie! Arnold is not their only concern. His younger brother, Asher is someone that they should be concerned about. I mean, this guy try to hurt Desiree a long time ago and who knows, he might do it again. Hell, he must have done something to Desiree that resulted her to being in a hospital. What are you guys doing to make sure that nothing happens to Des in the hands of Asher?" Colby asked her, sounding very protective of Desiree. The thought of Desiree being in a hospital or even dead was in his mind. There was no way that he was going to let Asher out of his sight.

"Asher hasn't shown to be a major concern to them, so we don't plan to do anything about it. Colby, this is about you and how you put your hands on a WWE Management employee. There was no way that Arnold would win in a fight against you. I could suspend you at the spot if I wanted to, but you are a good employee and I'll just fine you ten thousand dollars." Stephanie concluded as Colby tried to take a few deep breaths before responding to his boss. What pissed him off was that the WWE was doing nothing about Asher, who could be a bigger threat than Arnold. Colby and him were friends at one point when Des and Asher were dating, so Colby should know the type of guy Asher is.

"Fine, I'll pay the fine, but you better do something about Arnold." that was the last thing that Colby said before he stormed out of the room.

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Dean Ambrose stood in the ring with his fiancée, Desiree Harper, who was grasping onto his bicep like her life depended on it. Desiree couldn't decided on what freaked her out the most: being in the ring in front of thousands of people or being in the ring with the Lunatic Fringe, _Dean Ambrose? _There were times that she fantasied about standing in the same ring as Dean, but she never thought this would be happening with her life in danger. Honestly, she felt like a scared little puppy, when she heard some pervert whistles in the audience. There were some men that were immature, but Dean told her to ignore them. Dean wore a white wife beater and his black leather jacket and jeans, while Desiree wore navy blue skater girl dress with some black converse. She didn't think it was appropriate for the WWE, but it was what she could wear in the last minute.

"If you guys haven't figured it out, this is my fiancée, Desiree," Dean introduced her as she earned claps from the audience. Desiree bit her lips and waved to the fans awkwardly, "Isn't she a beauty? I mean, her hair smells like strawberries! But, that's not the point. The point is that I just wanted everyone to know that there's actually a Desiree in my life because there are some guys, especially Corey Graves that think she is just part of my imagination. Honestly, it shouldn't be a such a surprise that a woman like Desiree was able to keep a scumbag like myself grounded. Graves, just to tell you that our match at Money in the Bank, you won't be able to keep me grounded because the only way to win these championships is for you to climb up a ladder and retrieve them. You will not keep me grounded, but that doesn't mean that I can't keep _you_ grounded," Dean said as the WWE Universe erupted in cheers, "Now onto the punk ass bitch that thinks can scare my fiancée whenever he pleases. You don't have that power over her because she is not going to play the part of the victim anymore. Go a head and play your little games, but it won't be you and Des playing the games. I'll be the third player and - "

"Dean Ambrose."

Dean and Desiree looked up the ramp to find the man that they tried to avoid for as long as they could. Arnold Roberts stood on the ramp; confident in a suit like the corporate man that he is. Dean gave a death glare that would be frightening to the devil himself. Desiree released Dean's upper arm and approached near the ring ropes.

"What are you doing here?" she muttered silently earning a smirk from Arnold. She knew from that smirk that the worse was yet to come.

"Well," Arnold began as his eyes connected with Dean's, "I'm now the Director of Operations, but to you two, I am the punk ass bitch that is going to make your lives a living hell."

"If we're going to hell," Desiree said the minute that she took away Dean's microphone. She was crazy for taking the microphone of that Lunatic Fringe, but she wanted Arnold to know that he no longer had control over her that this was her and Jon's game now, "We're taking you and everyone you care about with us."

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_ Alright, if you want to stab your pitchforks on a human being, point it directly to Arnold! Interesting words from Desiree. So yeah, Desiree and Jon are working with each other to take down Arnold, but what are they doing with Asher? I think that Colby had a point. So, do you think that someone will do something about Asher? I love you all for the reviews, favorite and follows from this story. Thank you for that and thank you to: Dixiewinxwrites12, angie, Guest, StilesBelongsWithMe'Bruh, justkimmy, Pinayprincesa, DaShadowAngel and Ronnie Leigh for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	21. Humanely Valued

**_Human_**

**_You need to let the ones that have stuck by you that you value them..._**

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"Come on guys," Brad Maddox said to the couple as they planted themselves on the couch backstage. Jon and Desiree were not in the mood to hear any talking, but believed that Arnold declaring himself Director of Operations was throwing them off track. They both believed that with Desiree inserted into the scripts that Arnold would stop harassing her for a while, but for Arnold to find a strategy so quickly was something that they couldn't control, "You guys can still find a way to beat Arnold and Asher. Don't give up after the segment that the two of you had. This can still build to Arnold's destruction."

Brad was right—they can still plan Arnold's destruction. They shouldn't throw the towel at the first confrontation ever since teaming with Jon. Des knew that Jon wasn't throwing in the towel and neither should she.

"Where's Hunter and Stephanie? How did they let any of this happen?" Desiree asked Brad while Jon was resting his head on the couch. She thought that Stephanie had the script under control and that she paid attention to detail. So, why did she let Arnold go out there?

"Well, Stephanie and Hunter were both in shocked with what happened out there," Brad informed the couple, while having his back against the wall, "Hunter told her to just roll with that and make something out of it. I think that Arnold has been waiting for this to happen. Why not embarrass the two of you on national television?" he shrugged his shoulders.

The question made Jon and Desiree's eyes contact with each other—was that Arnold's plan all along or was there more depth to this than met the eye? A way to embarrass Desiree was to embarrass Jon, but there was no way that they were going to let that happen.

"Why couldn't our lives be normal," Jon face palmed himself as he threw his head against the tan leather couch that he was sitting on. His arm was rested on Desiree's side of the couch, "Apparently, this guy hates me with a passion and thinks that my response for Arnold hurting Desiree that the WWE will never trust me as face of the company. But, why is Asher in this? What is his role? I don't think that he should be pissed off or heartbroken because of what occurred at that one Homecoming? If he were upset or pissed, he would let you know, you gave the creep your number," Jon scuffed at Desiree, who glared at him, "He would have called you the night after and explained his actions not wait five years later to plot his revenge."

Desiree scratched her eye as she pulled out her black Coach purse to pull out the case where she placed her eye contacts in. Then, she grabbed her glasses case and took out her glasses that make her look like a sexy librarian. Jon raised a brow at her. He knew when Des pulled out her glasses was when her eyes began to irritate her, but her eyes weren't irritating her much. So, she must be thinking.

When Des took out her eye contacts and put them back, she put on her glasses and looked at Jon, "I've been listening to you. I did find it strange that Asher never called to apologize or do something to show that he cared. I assume that was his way of breaking up with me." Desiree shrugged her shoulders and pulled out her iPhone and showed Jon a picture, which made him raise a brow again.

"Why are you trying to tell me? Are you trying to say that Asher was the one that drugged you?" Jon showed Brad a picture of a regular purple margarita compared to purple margarita that was not dissolved completely. He noticed that there was white around the drink, but not within the drink.

"Wait, but I heard from Declan that you had a_ little_ Antabuse in your system, but you said at the first sip, you threw it up. I don't understand how that is possible." Brad wondered as he looked at his younger friend who smiled back.

"Antabuse is not really meant to go within my system. It makes you throw up at the first sip of alcohol. I think that Antabuse that didn't get out of my system combined with some bad tequila shots equaled for alcohol poisoning. Now, I know why Jon never lets me drink." Desiree grinned at Jon, who kissed her head.

"I do this to protect you," Jon responded, "Anyway, let's move on from Arnold for a little while. Have you thought about a wedding date?" Jon knew that it didn't sound appropriate to ask, but he had been asked questions about a wedding date and he wanted to know, when was their wedding and has Des found a dress yet? He didn't think that she should have after all they have been dealing with the past few months, but he still wanted to know the answer to that.

Desiree thought for a moment, "I'd like an August wedding. Besides, I want to get married at Disneyland and you guys do SummerSlam on August. So, I thought: _why not?_" she giggled, "I want to get married near Sleeping Beauty's castle and we can invite the gang—Mickey, Minnie, Daisy, Donald, and Goofy—everyone!"

Jon loved how Desiree beamed as she talked about what she wanted for the wedding. She was right—they were going to be in Los Angeles for SummerSlam in a few months, but he knew how tough it would be to have a wedding in a few months and knowing where she stood in the planning was going to be tougher. However, there have been WWE couples that have taken time out of their busy schedules to get married. Jon and Des would be the same as all of those couples. It was around the area for SummerSlam, so that should make things a little easier.

"Bryan Danielson got married WrestleMania season and he said that it was tough knowing that they still had a lot to do, but he was able to make it down the aisle. I don't know what will make us anymore different. You know, I would love to be done with Arnold and Asher by that time. I know we haven't placed focus on getting married, but I would still like to get married." Jon smiled as Desiree looked at him.

"I haven't picked out my dress, but Leighla is going to take me to this wonderful bridal shop that she went for her dress. I guess, my Matron of Honor will be my mom—she's divorced. My bridesmaids JoJo, Leighla, Amber, Saraya, April and Estelle—how many can I have? I've been talking to some wedding planners about what I wanted in a wedding and responded with _"Fantasyland!"_ I don't know about you, Jon, but you should start planning!" she placed a hand on his shoulder and rubbed it.

It was overwhelming to see that Desiree was actually planning her wedding—her dream wedding and he hadn't even started—but what did the groom do? First, who were going to be his groomsmen? Joe, Colby, Phil, Randy, Declan and Darwin—but, who would be his best man? Of course, Sami! These two have been through everything. Plus, he's been helping his fiancée have a backbone. Jon also needed to get a suit and help plan the honeymoon. He knew that he wanted to take Desiree to China again. She wasn't so fond with the beaches, so he wanted to take her away from the United States for a little while.

"Joe, Colby, Phil, Randy, Declan and Darwin—my groomsmen. Sami is my best man. We are all going suit shopping in a few weeks." Jon smirked, he always knew how to act under pressure. The only part that he lied about was suit shopping because Jon dislikes suit shopping and thanks to this white lie, he now has to go suit shopping. Des knew that Jon was bluffing from a mile away—he hates suit shopping and would rather spend time with her; kissing and showing her all of the affection that he could while not in their private apartment.

"Hey! What about me?" Brad reminded the couple that he was still in the room. He felt hurt that he didn't have a role in the wedding. He had been Desiree's best friend for more than five years and he felt like he deserves a role in the wedding. Des assumed Jon was going to help find him something to do in the wedding. So, when she didn't hear Brad's name mentioned in the name of groomsmen, she knew that she had to make something up for him.

"Brad," Desiree placed an arm around Brad while giving him a cheesy smile, "I want you to be my Man of Honor. I know, it sounds lame and you're not feminine by any means, but I only depend on you with this job. You're my best friend and it would feel right if you can be the Man of Honor. Plus, you won't be alone. My mother will help you with things that she can only do and you can help her with things that you can only do. Will you please accept that?" she smiled at him, while shaking him around.

Brad thought about that for a moment—Desiree was depending on him for this. The best part of this was that she didn't go to Declan with this. She went to _Brad_—the _Bradster_. This showed how much she valued their friendship and why wouldn't she? He was the very first friend that she made in the WWE.

"Are you okay with this, Jon?" Brad asked as Jon nodded in approval, "Then, consider me your Man of Honor, Harper!" he accepted as he high fived Desiree and Jon. A smile appeared on Brad's face. It was a cocky smile that made him feel like the awesome guy in the room.

* * *

"So, you thought you killed Asher, but turns out, you bloody suck at being a murderer." Saraya pointed out to Declan at the NXT training facility. The two of them were sitting on a bench after working on their cardio. Declan knew that she was going to do an NXT taping this week and he knew that he needed to open up to someone about the thing that he was reminded of thanks to Asher.

Declan looked at Saraya and gave a heavy sigh; she was right and he hated that, "Yeah, the thing is that should I go to Desiree and Jon about that? The last thing that I need for them to think is that I'm so psycho that can kill." he put his head down as Saraya didn't see anything that was wrong with that. It wasn't like Declan really killed Asher. Declan only_ thought_ he killed Asher, so he wasn't actually a murderer.

"Listen, you didn't kill Asher. Stop having the mindset that you actually did kill him. Apparently, the psycho and psycho's brother is still out there to get revenge on Desiree. I mean, I really do appreciate that you went out to me about this, but I think that this is a little too crackers for me. I feel like by just being seen with you that this guy will be out for my blood." Saraya knew that hanging out with Declan was dangerous for her now; not that she would be afraid of anything. She was always fearless and badass; the things that Declan found intriguing with her. It also didn't hurt that he found her kind of cute. But, she was a little older than him and thought that he shouldn't waste her time.

"So, you don't like the thrill of the rush?" Declan grinned at her as Saraya laughed at the question and looked down to herself, before looking back at her friend.

"I never said I did," Saraya coiled a smile at him, "Now listen _Dominic Asher_, I wish that I can chit-chat, but I promised April that I would lift some weights with her." she stood up and waved bye to Declan, who waved goodbye back.

Declan knew for a fact that he had to open up to Desiree and Jon about what occurred five years ago. The thing, where he thought that he killed Asher Roberts. Would it change everything? Would Desiree see him in a different light. There was no telling how much of an impact this would make. Declan knew for a fact that everyone that he cared about was at risk. He knew for a fact that Arnold was not the only threat in the situation. Asher was and could be a bigger threat than his brother. There was no telling what the younger Roberts brother was capable of. There's all the protection against Arnold, but why not Asher? Asher was or is more of a danger than Arnold. Why not protection against Asher? Declan knew that all of the attention would be on Arnold. So, this meant one thing:

He needed to place his attention on Asher.

* * *

_Declan has his sights on... Asher. This could get interesting. Plus, Jon and Desiree finally did some wedding talk, but will they get rid of Arbold and Asher before ithe wedding? Thank you to: Guest, StilesBelongsWithMe'Bruh, justkimmy, angela marie, Ronnie Leigh and DaShadowAngel for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	22. Finding A Part In All Of This

_**Human**_

_**Usually, you need your friends to find a part in this crazy world...**_

* * *

Declan Knight couldn't let Asher Roberts hurt Desiree in any possible way. He knew that Arnold found a way to sneak into the scripts that were only for Jon and Desiree, but he felt like he needed to do something to make sure that Asher is avoided in all scripts. How the hell was he going to keep Asher distracted so Arnold had a semi-fair fight with the two lovebirds? He knew that he couldn't handle the younger Roberts brother alone and that he needed help. Why not get help from the man that tried to set up the psycho with Des? Yes, he was talking about Colby Lopez. He was someone that had recently been finned because he put his hands on Arnold, who was part of WWE Management. He thought that Colby wasn't afraid about punching a Roberts brother, so why not help him fight Asher?

"Dec," Declan looked up and found Colby approaching him with a GYM bag hanging from his shoulder. Colby had no idea, what Declan wanted him for because it was rarely, when he asked for any help at all. Was it something that he should be concerned about? "I got your text and you said that you needed something? Is it girl advice?" he joked as Declan rolled his eyes at the two-toned wrestler.

"Why the hell would I need girl advice?" Declan asked Colby, not realizing that he was going off track.

"Well, I see the way you look at Saraya…" Colby began, but Declan halted him from going farther.

"This isn't girl advice. I really wanted to ask you something about the Roberts brothers," Declan brought up as Colby nodded in interest. He wasn't sure where the blonde haired man was going with, but it wouldn't hurt him to hear about it, "I know that we've been rejected to help with Jon and Des with Arnold. I was rejected help, when Hunter and Stephanie first found out about this. They just want to place me in developmental and not have anything to do about this. But, I want to help in some way. Have you noticed that they are putting all the stops to make sure that Arnold doesn't get near Jon and Des, but not Asher?" he asked as Colby's interest peaked.

Colby took Declan by the arm and took these two into a dark hallway. Colby didn't know that he wasn't the only one that felt about this. He did notice for a fact that Jon and Desiree were being protected from Arnold, but not Asher. Asher was someone that was capable of hurting Desiree more than Arnold, he did it in the past and there was no doubt that he would do it again, if the opportunity was given.

"I have noticed that," Colby whispered as Declan rubbed his arm in pain, "I even called out Steph about it. She just told me that Asher hasn't displayed to them as a threat. I told them, that this man hurt Des before and he won't be afraid to do it again, but she told me that I don't need to do anything because they've got it under control. I was lucky that I didn't get suspended because I said things that I should have been suspended for." Colby explained as Declan nodded.

"I wanted to go and say that Asher threatened my contract, but I didn't think that she'll believe me, but I don't know about you, but I have a lot to lose, if I ever get involved with this. My career could end before it even started." Declan reminded Colby as he realized that. Colby also had a lot to lose, knowing that that he was already on the main roster and in the main event scene.

"We all have a lot to lose, but that doesn't mean we should just watch Asher get the upper hand for his brother. I feel like we should do something about it. What do you say, Asher? Want to conjuror up a way to stop Asher?" Colby asked as Declan smirked. These two guys were the two brains of their group and there was no telling what they would come up with if they put their minds into it.

"Of course, I will. With you and I on the same side when it comes to Asher, we can come up with not only his, but Arnold's destruction." Declan agreed as him and Colby began to have ideas over what to do with Asher and maybe, Arnold.

* * *

"Think about Jon being broken and destroyed about not having you in his life," Sami Callihan begun the mental part of their so-called crazy lessons. He looked at Desiree who was planted on the couch. The next part of their lesson was to bring up some terrible memories about her past. The things that would break her heart into a million pieces, "When you broke up with him, imagine how he felt about everything. He didn't see it coming and you just hit him with that message."

Desiree was frozen at the thought of Jon being devastated about their breakup. It was something that she didn't want to do, but she thought she was doing the best for Jon's safety. It turned out that she made him a lot more dangerous than the situation itself. The breakup almost killed her. It turned out that Arnold could hit her if she was with or without him. Arnold can hurt her or everyone around her and still her Desiree in the progress.

_Jon yelled across the pond, "I hope you find happiness in life because you're the only woman that I have ever met that managed to break my heart to a million pieces!" _Desiree couldn't stop thinking about the night that she broke Jon's heart. It was something that she didn't want to be reminded of. She let out a huge gasp of air as she finally snapped back to her cold and hard reality.

"I hope you find happiness in life because you're the only woman that I have ever met that managed to break my heart to a million pieces!" Desiree repeated Jon's words in the same, harsh tone that he say that line for the first time. Sami knew for sure it was a quote from Jon, but he couldn't guarantee it. He knew that Desiree remembered that night for sure, but he wondered, what other horrible memories she remembered.

"Alright, think about the time that Jon broke your heart for the very first time. Jon told me that you were broken and distraught when it happened. You wanted something beautiful to come out of this, but he said no to everything. Channel the feelings you went through," Sami instructed soon after as Desiree closed her eyes, forbidding any tears from falling down her face, "You felt worthless and unloved. You thought you would never be good enough for him!" he tried to get some reaction out of her.

_"Desiree, as much as I would love to define this thing between the two of us, I can't define it. I don't even know what to call this thing between the two of us. As much as I would love to call you the 'g' word, unfortunately I can't do that. I don't think I can manage it. My wrestling career has always been my first priority. I don't want this thing to complicate everything for you and I. Des, I care about you so much and it breaks my heart telling you this, but I think we should call off whatever this thing is and focus on being the wrestler and the intern. We were always good friend, perhaps right now, that's all what we should be." Jon was able to remain strong through the entire thing, looking at Desiree, frozen at his response. There were two things that she could do: play it graceful and agree to it, or throw a bitch fit in front of him._

_"Okay, Jon. I understood what you're going with this," Desiree spoke quietly as she reached to the back of her neck and pulled out the golden key necklace that Jon had given to her for Christmas. Jon claimed that Des had the key to his heart, but this is a gift of feeling and affection. Jon doesn't want that with her right now. So, she felt like she had the give it back to him. "I think you might want this back," she pulled Jon's hand and dropped the necklace in the palm of his hand. Their eyes connected with each other for a moment, before she responded. "Thank you for making my dreams come true. I know that there will be a girl that will wear this key to your heart proudly and bless the girl, whoever she is. Hopefully, you will make her happy." _she thought about another event in her life that she experienced with Jon. This went back five years ago. It was around the first days of 2014.

Desiree felt the tears come streaming down her tears as Sami paid attention to her brown eyes, being flooded by the waterworks, "Okay, Jon. I understood what you're going with this," Desiree repeated her response to the thing as she felt the golden key necklace that had not left her neck for as long as she remembered. It became a part of who she was and she was proud to wear this because it was the key to Jon's heart, "Bless the girl, whoever she is..." she paused and then realized that the girl was meant to be her and she was the girl that wore the necklace and Jon made her so happy. In some strange way, she was foreshadowing her future with Jon. But, as being with him was such a blessing, it was also a curse. She knew that everywhere she turned, there will be something or someone that will want to rip them apart, "I'm not giving back this necklace, Sami. There's nothing in the world that will make me give my ring and my necklace back." she responded in a quiet tone.

"You won't," Sami assured her and then realized that she should at least think about a happy moment, before going back to the negatives, "Think about you and Jon's first kiss. I mean, you guys are engaged, but what was the kiss to you? How did it feel to finally kiss the guy that you've had butterflies for? How did it compare to kissing Asher?" he asked as Desiree wiped the tears away from her face and closed her eyes again.

_He walked through the hallway, and opened the door with no hesitation at all. Desiree looked up at him from the script that she was highlighted. Jon pulled Desiree from the chair that she sat in, highlighting, making the script and highlighter drop and pushed her against the wall and connected with a crashed his lips to hers for a powerful kiss. _she thought with a smile on her face, while her eyes were still closed. Sami saw the smile on her face and knew that he was getting somewhere with her.

"Kissing Jon was," she couldn't find any words to describe the kiss without giving Sami too much information, "It caught me off guard. I didn't know what to do because I had just realized that I'm in love with Jon and I didn't know how to respond to it. I also learned the fact that Jon hid the fact about The Shield disbanding at Elimination Chamber. But, the kiss felt like he was anticipating this moment for a while. But, I wanted to see where the kiss would lead us." Desiree couldn't help, but blush as Sami nodded.

"Interesting. Alright Des, this is going to be a more sensitive matter for you. How did you feel when Jon found out that you were battling with anorexia and he responded to it in a negative way? I mean, the way that he responded to it and the way you had a lower self-esteem for yourself. He had a way of making women feel like crap." Sami said with a rude tone to his voice as Des stood up from the couch, knowing that this was getting too sensitive for her.

"Look, I don't want to talk about that moment," Desiree told Sami in the most kind way possible, hoping that they can end this lesson, so she can meet up with Jon, "My anorexia nervosa was something that I was ashamed about and don't want to be reminded of. I was/am still socially awkward around people. I struggled with being accepted by my peers and I was told that I wasn't good enough because I was fat. If I lost a certain amount of weight, then maybe, _just_ maybe things could go my way. This is something that I don't want to remember." she told him as Sami pushed her down on the couch as Desiree began to get angry.

"Honestly, if you want to be Ambrose, you need to remember those horrible things in your life, they are your motivation to help you win this fight with Arnold. You can't win this battle by being nice and cute. I mean, you probably can win with Jon, but not with Arnold. So, close your eyes and began remembering that." Sami ordered as Desiree knew that he was right and didn't talk back to him.

_Jon motioned for Desiree to give back the championship. Desiree extended the belt to Jon as he snatched it from her. "Let me explain to you some rules—first, you never, ever touch my championship. And second, we're not going to socialize much, so don't bother to talk to me."_

_Desiree's emotion went from fear to anger in just one second. How dare that Jon talk to her that way? She would have assumed that he would be the adult in this situation, but instead, he's talking down to her?_

_"I don't care how attractive you are—you're a dick." Desiree spat at him angrily._

_"I'd rather be a dick than anorexic." Jon spat back at her angrily._

_Des's jaw dropped at Jon's comment. How the hell did he know about her anorexia nervosa? It seemed like her whole world just crashed down. Did Colby and Joe know about her anorexia? A million questions surfaced inside her mind. Desiree was speechless, and she wanted to cry, but didn't want to do it in front of Jon._

_The door opened and walked in Colby and Joe with their Gatorades in their hands and Tag Team Championships at the other hand._

_"Hey Jon, are you ready?" Joe asked him._

_Jon looked at Desiree, who was ready to cry at any moment and then back at Joe. "Yeah, I'm ready. Let's roll." he told them as The Shield walked out of the room._

It was then that Desiree lied down on the couch and began to ball her eyes out. This was too much for her and she was not prepared for Arnold at all. Sami knew that his work was done with her because he wanted her to become angry and to have no remorse to do. He knew that after, Desiree will be driven to take down Arnold and if that meant ripping apart her past to find that certain emotion, he was going to do that. He did this to Desiree and eventually...

He will do this with Jon.

* * *

_While Declan and Colby are working with each other to take down Asher, Sami is trying to get inside Desiree's mind to find that emotion that will help take down Arnold. He does this because if he is able to bring that emotion of anger out of her then, Arnold's mind games will be nothing to her. Do you think that Sami will try the same exercise with Jon? The thoughts or flashbacks used were from the first story "Interning For The Shield" and the second story "Chasing Her Dreams" as well as a past chapter from this story. _

_If I could hug everyone and give them a Dean Ambrose for sticking along for this crazy rollercoaster of a story, I would, but I'll give you all an internet hug, but I'm not sure about Dean... I've enjoyed writing this, but hopefully, you've enjoyed this rollercoaster! Anyway, I want to thank: Guest, justkimmy, StliesBelongsWithMe'Bruh, Angela Marie Herrera and Ronnie Leigh for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	23. Tools and Ideas

_**Human**_

_**Sometimes, we create things that we cannot control...**_

* * *

Desiree Harper was in the storage room, while her fiancé, Dean Ambrose was rummaging through a bunch of things. It scared her to be in a room so dark and shady looking. She had a paranoid feeling that anyone could attack them at any waking moment. The only noise, besides her teeth raddling was of Dean throwing pieces of metal from over his head.

"Dean, this freaks me out!" Desiree whispered to him as Dean ignored her and continued to search. She looked at him in disbelief, but she was only doing what the script told her to do. She was supposed to play the role of the scared and paranoid person, which she hated, but at least, this gave her time away from Arnold.

"Found it!" Dean exclaimed as Desiree looked at him in relief. He held up some barbwire as her eyes widened at the giant piece of barbwire. There was absolutely _no _way that he was going to take that to the thing. Smackdown! would automatically go to commercial if the piece of wire connected with any skin.

"Dean! You can't use this on Corey Graves!" she snatched the barbwire away from her fiancé's grasp, but was very careful not to have it pierce through her skin because if that were to happen, then this would mean bad things for her. The last thing that she needed was to get hurt.

"Darling, I don't see what is wrong with that," Dean told her like it was nothing at all, "You've used more risqué tools with me—" before he could finish the sentence, Desiree slapped him in the arm, which he didn't feel any pain at all. Desiree didn't want too much information to get out to the WWE Universe, "Hey! What are you smacking me? I think that you should be saving that energy for Arnold Roberts. You see, this guy wants to hurt you, but I'm not going to let him." he placed his bigger hands on his fiancée smaller shoulders.

"I'm not complaining about that at all. I know Arnold's intentions very well, but tonight is not about Arnold. It's about Corey Graves and trying to get the last word in for Money in the Bank. So, I recommend that you put away the toys," Desiree threw the barbed wire back to the storage without even looking at her throw, "and focus on Graves. This guy wants your title and he won't stop until he gets it. Apparently to him, I'm just a figment of your imagination. Dean, do I look like a figment of your imagination?" Desiree asked him a question that she already knew the answer to, but she loved to hear Dean's answer anyway.

It amazed Dean how Desiree gained some confidence the past week that she had been involved in all of this. He considered Desiree's new confidence sexy and powerful. There was no telling where this could lead them. Dean smirked as he wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her closer in the process. He connected his lips with her as she felt the ice cold temperature in the room, rising up. Desiree wanted to keep the kiss simple, without it going outside of the PG range that the WWE works very hard in maintaining.

Dean pecked her lips, before connecting his blue eyes to her brown eyes, "I think you're real. I can kiss you, I can touch you, but is this Arnold just a figment of our imagination?" he smirked as Desiree grinned and giggled, before transitioning to the next match.

* * *

"So, how have things been receiving backstage?" Jon asked Hunter Levesque the minute that he wanted near the cameras. The cameras were off, so this meant that Jon was okay. He wanted to know how the WWE Universe has been thinking about Desiree. Desiree was nowhere in the room because she didn't want to hear what the WWE Universe thought of her. She could hear some of the comments right now: _Ewe...what does Dean see in her? She's not even that pretty. Take Desiree off of the scripts. This Arnold/Ambrose storyline is dumb. Desiree is killing Ambrose's momentum! Dumb storyline! She's going to screw Dean at Money in the Bank!_

"Are we talking about how the fans are taking Desiree's part in the entire thing?"Hunter asked for clarification and Jon nodded as he looked into the WWE Twitter feed and saw a bunch of tweets about Desiree, Jon or even the both of them popup. Jon was not sure how Twitter worked, but he looked at the sides and saw that Desiree Harper and Dean Ambrose were trending on Twitter right now.

Hunter pressed on Desiree's hashtag and saw a bunch of people tweeting about her. It turned out that there was more positives than negatives about her. The negatives were like that she was slowing Ambrose's momentum and that Graves might take advantage of that to win the titles. The positives praised that it was interesting to hear something positive happening in his life and that he was set to get married. They said that her acting was better than the majority of the Divas backstage, but still wasn't an Oscar winning performance. However, some of the male fans said that Desiree was very nice to look at, while with other inappropriate things that they wanted to do with her that disturbed Jon. But, something that they didn't expect Des to be is good at _talking._

"Desiree's got a little Ambrose in her promo last week on RAW. She could give the other Divas a run for their money!" Jon exclaimed as a smile formed on his face after reading a tweet about her mic skills, "You know, I was shocked that she could talk pretty well," Jon went back to his normal self and looked at his boss, "I mean, when I first met her, she couldn't even look me in the eyes," he smiled as he continued to look at the tweets, "I mean, she has grown so much and I am so fucking proud of her. She deserves to have people like and adore her. Oh wait, some chick just said that she isn't pretty enough to marry me..." Jon said as he looked at the tweet, "Never mind, it's some chick from Melbourne, Australia." he shrugged his shoulders as Hunter raised a brow, trying to think about something.

"Wait," Hunter spoke up, "Is that the same girl that punched Des- Ah! You're right, fuck it!" Hunter said as he continued to look at the tweets, like the good boss that he was.

After a while, Jon decided to ask something, knowing that he was having a good time bonding with Hunter, "Do you think I've been doing a good job as the face of the company?" he asked as Hunter looked up at Jon like he was the craziest guy in the world...well, Jon was the craziest guy in the world, but Hunter didn't think that Jon would be the one to doubt himself. Jon never doubted himself. To his eyes, he was the best thing going for the company. You need to have that mindset if he wanted to get far in the company.

"I like you, Jon. I think you're a very talented guy and there aren't much guys that I can say that to," Hunter responded as Jon smirked at the thought about that, "I'm glad that you have been able to still be yourself and be champion. There have been many guys that have lost the pieces of who they are. You believed in what you do and what you do is what's best for business. I don't think that you should worry about not being good enough because the WWE Universe has accepted you in a certain way." Hunter explained as Dean nodded humbly, "But yes, you are doing a good job as the face of the company and I know that you and Desiree will give Arnold the ass whooping of a lifetime, just be careful." Hunter advised him as Jon knew that Hunter was right; one wrong move and it can be _game over_ for them.

No pun intended for Hunter.

* * *

So Colby and Declan stood there in complete silence. The only noise in the room was the tapping of their feet, but other than that, it was dead silent. Declan, with his blue eyes, had his eyes on the ceiling, hoping for that inspiration to hit him. On the other hand, Colby kept looking tapping his feet to the beat of the drums of the song that was blasting through his headphones. To both of them, this should have been so easy. The two of them could have come up with something so quickly, but what was stopping their brain juices from flowing? No guy had no idea because these two were the brains of their group. In The Shield, Colby was the very strategic one, while Declan had always taken some leadership and preplanned every movement carefully. To any of their friends, this would be a match made in heaven; but, to the two men in the room, it was nothing at all.

Declan and Colby looked at each other at the same time and nodded their heads. They both were thinking the exact same thing, "I've got nothing," Colby was the first one to say something as he took the ear buds out of his ears and placed them on a table next to them, "We should have came up with something by now, so what the hell is wrong with us?"

"Beats me? I thought that this was going to be a lot easier. I thought with two brains, that we were able to think of the best solution to get rid of Asher, while Des and Jon deal with Arnold, but why aren't we coming up with something? It frustrates me; we have been here for four hours! Are we hesitant to really put on our thinking caps or is it something else?" Declan asked Colby, who shook his head in satisfaction.

"I don't know, man. How do you get rid of Asher, while it still be legal? We have a lot balls for doing this; even though, we are putting our careers in jeopardy. We have to think about something that we can do, with Steph's approval, while it all being for the law?" Colby began to put on his thinking cap and well, think. This was something that he had to think long and hard about. Declan did the exact same thing, before a light bulb went off in his head.

"Colby! What if there was a shield to protect Desiree from Asher and possibly, Arnold?" Declan asked as giant smile appeared on his face. This could be one of the best ideas that he had ever thought about.

Colby sounded interested because of the idea, "Declan, please elaborate."

That was what Declan did.

* * *

There was something that caused Desiree to snap in her mind. Was it that smug, corporate rat face? Or perhaps, it was all the shit that she has been out through because if this guy?

Well, both answers were correct.

"Get that psycho bitch out if the building!" Arnold snapped as Jon quickly pulled Desiree away from the storyline Director of Operations, but the feistiness of his fiancée couldn't be competed with any security guard or even Jon Good.

"Des, you need to relax!" Jon yelled as Desiree was breathing heavily, not resting for one moment; her mission was to strangle Arnold Roberts until his lips turned blue and he was nothing, but a pale corpse.

"You think you won, Arnold? It's not over until I fucking murder you!" Desiree was never the one to use bad language, but she never intended for any bad words to come slipping out of her mouth. She didn't know why she began to beat the crap out of Arnold, but the mental sessions with Sami made her act a different away. To the point where she wasn't Desiree anymore.

"Get her away from my brother," Asher picked up Arnold as he tried to hold him back. He went check up on him, "Your fiancée should be in stray jacket!" he yelled at Jon, who continued to hold back Des until Sami came for them both. He was sure that the "teacher" of the group has heard about the scuffle backstage and is rushing to see if Des was okay.

With Asher taking a bloody Arnold to the trainer's room, Sami made contact with the Roberts brothers before setting his attention on the couple in front of him.

"What the fuck happened here?" Sami wasn't being around the bush and being nice for anyone.

Jon and Sami looked at Desiree at the same time, knowing that this was obviously her fault and that she was responsible for everything that occurred. So, she should be the person to prove them with answers and an explanation.

Desiree felt uncomfortable with the stares given by the two men, "I saw Arnold and I snapped. This never happens with me, but I snapped. I felt like I was a complete different person. I wasn't Desiree Harper. I felt like Desiree Ambrose."

Sami's eyes widened at the response. What Des did with Arnold was not how she interpreted it of being. This was a complete different person out there.

"Desiree, Jon, what I say is going to change how you see her," Sami began as Des and Jon looked at each other in concern before looking at the man that is known as Solomon Crowe, "I didn't create a female version of Dean Ambrose. I created a female version of Jon Moxley."

That was the moment when Jon's jaw dropped.

* * *

_How many of you saw that coming? That was a real twist to things, hopefully. Also, what do you think is Declan's idea? Will Stephanie like the idea? For anyone that doesn't understand the reference I made about the girl from Melbourne. It goes back to the first story, where she was putting down Desiree and she punched Desiree. lol I want to thank: Guest, angela Marie, StilesBelongsWithMe'Bruh,justkimmy, DaShadowAngel and Ronnie Leigh for your reviews! :) Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	24. Damsel in Distress

_**Human**_

_**There are emotions that we cannot control, but interesting results come out of them...**_

* * *

Jon could not believe what his best friend Sami Callihan had told him—he did not make another Ambrose, but another _Moxley._ This explained everything from the alcohol poisoning to attacking Arnold without a reason at all, but he thought that Desiree was getting lessons on how to become Dean Ambrose. Turns out: Sami gave Desiree the lessons that were not about getting rid of Arnold and Asher, but lessons of life. So, Sami and Jon pulled Desiree away from the heated backstage area into the privacy of their locker room. Sami closed the door as Jon tried to move a jumping Desiree away from it.

"Desiree! Why didn't you tell me that you wanted to become another Moxley?" Jon asked her, while his tone of voice was ready to snap at any moment. His blue eyes connected with her brown eyes, awaiting for an answer, but did he wanted to know what her answer was? It seemed like after she had contacted Sami that Jon doesn't know what Desiree is capable of. What if she was capable of killing or what not?

Desiree stood there as Jon released the grip that he had on her to make sure that she didn't escape. She distanced herself from him, not that she was afraid of him, but afraid of him becoming angry about her reasoning.

"I didn't know that he was creating another Jon Moxley within me. I asked to become a female version of Dean Ambrose, but I did things that I don't think that Ambrose would be stupid enough not to do. I didn't know why I attacked Arnold, but I liked the feeling of it." Desiree admitted as Jon took a deep breath, not knowing how to respond to the thing. Desiree liked the effect of inflicting pain and both Moxley and Ambrose enjoyed that effect as well.

"I thought Ambrose wasn't good enough to take on Arnold Roberts. I thought that Dean thought a lot, while Mox didn't think as much. I didn't want to make her think about what she was going to do next, but for her to just go along with the action without thinking of the consequences. I thought that I was going to continue teaching her the next few weeks, but I think that she could potentially be done by next week. I feel like the rage and the deviousness that is within her has been unleashed. All I need to teach her is how to control it." Sami explained as he got in the middle of the arguing couple.

Jon didn't like the new side of Desiree, but he remembered that she wanted to be treated as his equal. If Desiree liked this new side and she is able to control it then maybe, he can accepted it, but now, all he wanted was the old Desiree back. He did not know if that was selfish of him to think that, but he misses the old Desiree that he had to protect from those evil things in the world. Sadly, this Desiree was_ independent _and he wondered if she will realize that she could do better than him.

"I don't know how to respond to all of this," Jon looked at Desiree and Sami without a response to everything that he witnessed tonight, "Des, this person isn't you…" he whispered to her as she couldn't help, but frown at her fiancé's disapproval.

"This isn't me, Jon," Desiree whispered back, "This is the _new_ me."

Jon looked down and nodded—she was right. This was a new Desiree. Turns out: the new Desiree has been around for the longest time and he was too blinded to see that. Sami patted Jon on the back in comfort.

"Don't worry, I'll help her control that new side of her, but I'm not a professional. I informed her of that, but she went along anyway." Sami vowed as Jon continued to nod. The door slammed open; the door knob making a dent on the wall as the three of them looked at two muscular goons that stood in front of them.

Suddenly, Desiree felt someone's hands grab against her as she felt that it was neither Jon or Sami's hands wrapped around her, but a _third _goon. She began to get angry as Jon and Sami tried to break her free, but the two other goons hit them from behind. A beer bottle smashed against Sami Callihan's skull as he fell face first. Then with Sami on the floor, the two goons turned their attentions towards Jon, who was ready for a fight. Desiree knew that she had to save her man somehow so, she decided that she needed to break free from this goon's hand. She turned to turn back to get a good glimpse from the guy, but just like the two other guys, he was covered in a ski mask.

"Let me go!" Desiree growled as she kicked and screamed to be released, but she screamed the loudest when one of the goons began to kick Jon, who fell to the floor. The other one helped with the assault. Sami tried to get himself up, but the one of the masked goons threw his head against the wall. Why did Desiree feel so helpless? She did not want to be seen that way, but it was impossible to break free of this grasp. She almost wanted to cry and beg for mercy, but there was no way that she was going to give anyone the benefit of the doubt.

Goon number one threw Jon against the lockers as a giant bang noise was heard, when he landed. Desiree was nothing; nothing but a damsel in distress. So instead of trying to break free with failed results, she had no other choice, but to watch the man she loved get beaten to death. After the assault was done, the goon that held Des slammed her against the wall before storming out of the room. Desiree recovered for a little bit, before approaching Jon and then rolling Sami to her side.

"Please don't die on me," Desiree awkwardly said as she saw that Jon and Sami's bodies were lifeless looking. They didn't respond to her as she began to frown, "Guys! The attack is over, please respond to me. Do you need a doctor or someone?" she asked him as she saw both gentleman regaining movement in their arms.

"I'm fine," Jon was the first to respond to her, "I think I might have tweaked left shoulder again." he added on, clutching his shoulder as Desiree groaned.

"Sami?" she asked him, now preparing for the worse. Sami only clutched his head in pain as Desiree assumed that he could have had a concussion or broken something in his skull. The last thing that she wanted was for people to get hurt. This would be the only way that Arnold could win this battle.

Arnold.

This had to be the work of Arnold Roberts. Damnit! This man was always a few steps ahead of her. He must have thought by getting rid of Jon and Sami that it would leave Desiree to defend herself. She didn't have a problem with that, but Jon and her were a team. They did things together and they were going to defeat Arnold with each other. Desiree grinned her teeth against each other; she was so angry that she could have punched a wall. What if this was all Arnold? Why wouldn't it be a work of Arnold?

"Desiree, I'm fine," Sami said, "My head just hurts a little bit. I'll recover from it." he assured her as Desiree nodded, but secretly in the inside, she wanted to go confront Arnold again and punch the living daylights out of that man. She knew that these two had to come up with something to destroy Arnold and everyone that he cared about. Desiree was already another Moxley, so how could she destroy him, while keeping herself in tact?

* * *

Colby and Declan walked the backstage area with a file that they proclaimed it to be the "best plan ever". Why wouldn't it be the best plan ever? They get to take care of Arnold _and_ his slimy brother, Asher! There was a few things that this plan needed before it went into motion. First: Jon, Colby and Joe. Second: Desiree, Declan and Brad. Third: Well, maybe some help from their friends along the way, but this plan was a sure fire winner. The two men were all beaming with confidence as the walked to the door, which lead to Stephanie's office. Declan gestured for Colby to go inside first as Colby did the exact same thing. Declan then insisted that Colby go inside first as Colby insisted that Declan go inside first. Then, Colby snapped as pulled Declan by the roots of his hair and took him inside. Declan yelped for help as Colby had Declan by the roots still.

Stephanie looked up from her work with a smile on her face while Colby released Declan as fast as he could and pretended that nothing happened,"Declan Knight, Colby Lopez, what can I help you gentlemen with?" she asked both men with her businesswoman tone of voice. Declan and Colby looked at each other as Declan gestured Colby the permission to tell the boss lady about their special plans. Colby gave Declan a look.

"We are not starting this again," Colby said, referring to their gestures to see who would enter the office first, "Steph, I know what your opinions are with the Arnold situation and when I and Declan pointed out Asher, you said that he didn't seem like a threat, but we think that he is a bigger threat than Arnold. I know you must think that we are crazy, but your plans with getting Arnold and Desiree separated for a little while failed within the first couple minutes." Colby said as Stephanie glared at him, hating to be reminded of her failures.

"Yes, I know that keeping Arnold and Desiree separated didn't work out the way it wanted to, but we are working on keeping Arnold away from Desiree." Stephanie informed the two gentlemen as Declan interjected himself in the discussion.

"My question is why not just fire Arnold on the spot. I know, if one of my employees was harassing one of my other employees that I'd fire him on the spot." Declan said as Stephanie threw a glare at his direction.

"We can't have the WWE be known as an unsafe working environment. If people begin to learn that the ring is not the only dangerous environment, but the business side as well, that would be very bad for business. You gentlemen don't know what it is like to run this business. If the WWE becomes known as a dangerous working environment, you two will be out of a job. I'm just protecting the WWE and if that means making Arnold the "Director of Operations" then, I'm for it." Stephanie responded, using air quotes on Director of Operations as Declan nodded.

"But, Stephanie, you're too focus on Arnold. Let me and Declan handle Asher," Colby asked, almost pleading to do something with Asher as Stephanie shook her head in no. The two men groaned in defeat, but Colby wasn't giving up without a fight, "What if I said that we had a well thought of plan?" this perked up Stephanie's interest.

"Tell me more about it," Stephanie said as Declan handed her the folder that had this brilliant plan. She read a little bit about it as her eyes widened, "You're not telling me to go to creative..." she couldn't finish the sentence.

Declan smirked, "We are telling you to go to creative and..." he looked at Colby.

"Reform The Shield." Colby responded.

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_Who saw that coming? Will Stephanie accept the plan or will Colby and Declan go back to the drawing board? Those three goons...are they the work of Arnold? Was he looking for a way to get Desiree all to himself? Those are just some things to think about. Anyway, I appreciate all the love this story has gotten and I've really enjoyed writing this! Thank you to: ghunter182003, Siren's Call To The Dead FKP101, Guest, justkimmy, Angela Marie Herrera, Ronnie Leigh and DaShadowAngel for your reviews. Also, thank you to anyone that favorite, followed and read this story! :) Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	25. Like Mother, Like Daughter

_**Human**_

_**Desperate times call for desperate measures...**_

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Stephanie McMahon-Levesque looked at the two gentlemen that claimed that they had the "best plan ever". There was no telling if she liked the idea, hated it or was confused about the idea. Colby Lopez concluded that Stephanie was confused about why would they reform The Shield. The last time that The Shield reformed was in the summer of 2015, which seemed like a long time to her. There was nothing logical about reuniting one of the most dominate factions in the industry and for what reason? Jon and Desiree had things taken care of—it may not be successful, but they had things handled. Declan Knight stared at Colby, getting nervous that Stephanie hated the idea and wanted the idea to burn in hell. Perhaps, this was not the best plan ever, but Desiree needed not just a _Shield_, but _The Shield_. Colby and Declan felt like by reuniting Colby, Jon and Joe that they will be able to stand up to Arnold _and_ Asher.

Declan began to get closer to Colby and nudged him, "I don't think that Stephanie is too keen on the idea." he whispered, but it was obvious that Stephanie could hear him. Colby darted his eyes to the blonde handsome man standing next to him; almost holding a glare to him, "Well, I'm just assuming because she had that facial expression for the last five minutes and I feel like I'm going to hear the words…" he put on his best Vince McMahon impersonation in the silent tone, "Declan Knight, YOU'RE FIREEEEDDD!" he almost spit on Colby's face, but before he could, the two toned wrestler placed a hand over Declan's mouth.

"I think I liked you better five years ago when you shut your mouth," Colby concluded, while Declan nodded with Colby's hand on his mouth, before facing his attention towards his boss, "Look, I know the idea sounds strange and random, but two people fighting a powerful corporate man is not going to work at all. We need The Shield and who knows The Shield better than _The Architect_?" he tried his best to sound persuasive as possible, not noticing that Declan was struggling to breathe from his mouth, "I mean, I have the script planned out for the next several weeks. Avoid to make any changes, unless they are from me or Declan. Desiree can't do anything, Jon can't do anything, and you and Trips can't do anything. Just me or Declan."

Declan bit Colby's finger as he flinched away, "Look, I know I may be a rookie, but I know what I am doing. I know about wrestling and possibly a little more than Des does and that says something. I know that you McMahon's want to be in control at all times, but this hasn't been a successful move. You need to think about your company and what a bad example Arnold is going to do for it. We aren't talking to you as wrestlers and we sure as hell don't want to take your job, but we are looking out for Desiree and Jon and we want to stop not only Asher, but Arnold. So, here," he patted on the script that was placed on her table so she can look at it, "Take it under consideration and think about the sake of your employees." his blue eyes connected with Stephanie's as he and Colby left the office, which left Stephanie to look at the file, which placed the script.

* * *

"I really didn't want to do this now." Desiree nagged on her mother, Lauren, Estelle, her aunt, Saraya, April, JoJo, Leighla and Amber as soon as they entered a bridal dress shop in her hometown of Grand Rapids, Michigan. Jon was busy visiting some old friends in Philadelphia, so the two of them decided that they would spend some time apart. It saddened Desiree that she wouldn't be with Jon because the two of them had always been so close to one another, but she needed this time alone, so that she will be able to focus on her wedding. So far, Desiree had sent out the invitations, gotten the pictures laminated, contacted the people at Disneyland at Los Angeles to book a wedding on August, which would be before SummerSlam, decided on the food and music, but the thing that she needed to do was pick her wedding dress—but she didn't want to do all of those things knowing that Arnold was out there to ruin it for her.

"Desiree, you're so stubborn. You need to pick out a dress and have it sized for you. Besides, Leighla said that this was a nice shop that has _beautiful_ dresses." it seemed like Lauren was more excited for dress shopping rather than her daughter and it must have been because Desiree had never felt comfortable with her body and she struggled with her image as a child. Lauren pulled her grown up daughter by her arm. She almost felt like she was pulling a little Desiree from the pet shop window after she saw cute puppy.

"But, Mommy, I want the puppy!" a four year old Desiree tried to claw her fingers stuck to the window after she had seen the cutest Labrador puppy in the pet store window. A young Lauren Harper grabbed her daughter that was no more than a three feet tall with the big brown eyes, curly black locks and chubby cheeks and baby fat by the hands, but the four year old Desiree was still as stubborn as a twenty-two year old Desiree, who didn't want to do wedding dress shopping.

"Desiree, you need to step away from the window. Your dad hates dogs and you don't want him to smack you again." this wasn't the first time that Lauren issued that warning to Des because her dad would always smack her whenever she was being unruly, but at times, Darwin smacked Desiree whenever he was drunk and wanted to take his anger out of someone.

Desiree pouted and frowned as she stomped her foot on the floor. To her, the impact was hard, but to Lauren, it was soft, "But, I love the puppy though. I mean, look at him!" she pressed her face against the hard glass window. Lauren watched the Labrador playing with a ball, then stuck its tongue out to look at Desiree, "I think he loves me too!" she squealed.

Lauren wished that she could have given Desiree the dog, but she knew that Darwin wouldn't want the dog around, but regretted the decision, when Desiree grew up not having so much friends. Lauren wondered if the dog would have been a valuable company to Desiree.

"Mom," Desiree snapped her mother back to the real world as the women entered the shop. She barely ever saw her mother dazing off to whatever she went because she was always a woman that focused in the moment and never looked back, "Is everything all right with you?" her daughter asked with some concern on her face. Desiree never knew that went on in her mother's mind because she had always kept to herself a lot. Lauren looked back at her daughter's brown eyes. Des had gotten those brown eyes from her father's side because Lauren had blue eyes.

"Of course, Sweetheart. Let's get inside." Lauren smiled as she escorted Desiree inside. While inside, the worker inside the boutique measured Desiree's waist and height to make sure that they got the correct dress for her. The type of wedding dress that Desiree was looking for was something that made her look like a Disney princess. She wanted to be like Cinderella and her poufy wedding dress. It seemed like all the dresses that Desiree tried on, they weren't her. She wanted to feel like herself in one of those dresses. Most importantly, she wanted to be the princess that Jon deserved.

"I love that dress!" Leighla beamed as Desiree admired her reflection in the long mirror. In front of Des, there was three different long mirrors that focused on each side of her body. She turned in the dress because she wanted to know how she looked from her backside. She didn't know what to think of the dress. It was beautiful, glamorous, gorgeous. It was a Strapless Cinderella Tulle Wedding Dress with a big, white bow to the side of her hip. Why wasn't Desiree liking the dress?

"The dress is gorgeous on you. Why don't you look happy with it?" Saraya began to frown looking at the young woman's facial expression. Desiree looked down her dress. She didn't think the dress was _the dress_ she wanted to wear at her wedding. The frowning look on the bride's face looked sad, which made all the bridesmaids and Matron of Honor upset. If Desiree was an unhappy bride, then they had to do something to get her spirits back up.

"I don't think the dress screams _Desiree_," April Brooks confessed as she went up to touch the gown on the bottom, trying to straighten it out, "I think that you should be yourself in the dress. You can't not be yourself at your own wedding. You need to pick a dress that pleases you and not what everyone else wants. To be quite honest, I think the dress is a little plain." she admitted as Desiree looked at the dress again.

"I disagree, there is nothing wrong about going with a simple wedding," JoJo argued as Leighla agreed, "I mean, I plan to have a simple wedding. It's not going to be extravagant, but that doesn't mean that it will be beautiful." she explained to April, who held her hands in defense.

"Of course, it will be beautiful. I was saying that every bride is different and it's all about the bride. We're just the bridesmaids and we have to do whatever Des is happy with. Let's be fortunate that she hasn't went bridezilla on us." April explained to the former Total Diva as Lauren interjected herself in the conversation.

"Can we focus on my daughter? You're all probably making her very nervous and you know how she gets when she's nervous," Lauren nudged at the other women, who giggled as Desiree looked back at her mother with a glare, "I never get nervous!" Desiree hiked up her wedding dress and stormed out of the room, tripping along the way because the dress was way too long on her.

Meanwhile in the back, Desiree continued to look at wedding dresses with the woman that has been helping her during her time here, "I don't think this dress on me. I want something that is simple, but has a little sparkle, but I also want the puffiness in the dress. I just want to be beautiful." she explained as she was growing frustrated at trying to find the right dress that was _the dress_ for her.

"I think I might have something that you might like," the lady said as she went in the back as Desiree couldn't wait to see the dress. She wondered what it looked like, but she had high hopes for this dress. Soon, the lady returned and held the dress that looked just right for Desiree, "What do you think of the dress?" she asked as the bride's eyes widened at the beauty of the dress.

It was _the dress_.

* * *

Meanwhile, April, Saraya, JoJo, Leighla and Lauren were waiting outside to see the next dress that Desiree picked out. They hoped that their friend's spirits would grow because the best Desiree was when she was happy and full of smiles. What stood out was Saraya was on Twitter, tweeting and retweeting things that her fans send her throughout the day. Then, she heard a ring on her phone as the screen lit up that she received a text message and the name that stood out was_ Declan Knight. _She raised a brow as it was random that he was texting her during the day. The two of them had become good friends and would normally hang out when she was at the training center in Orlando. She opened the message as it read:

_"Brad wanted to know what Desiree's dress looked like."_ he texted her as Saraya sighed.

_"I can't tell you that. There's a reason why Maddox wasn't invited...he is a GINORMOUS big mouth!"_ she texted back.

Declan received a text back, while he was with the guys trying out suits for Jon's groomsmen, Best Man and Man of Honor. He smiled as he read the text,_ "Worth a try! Do you know what you're wearing to the wedding?"_ he responded and sent the text.

Saraya giggled, _"Well, Desiree better not dress me up as one of the ugly stepsisters or I'm going to be real angry with her. But, she was looking at purple dresses, which I don't mind at all."_ she sent the text to him.

Declan got a text back and smiled, before responding, _"You'll look fine no matter what." _he sent the text to her.

Saraya got a text back, but before she could read it. She felt like there was someone looking back at her in the mirror. Then, she thought that she was getting paranoid, but then the guy began to look at her again. It was then that she realized that it was no ordinary guy that was looking at her, but _Asher Roberts_ looking at her. There was no one else in the group that knew about Asher and Arnold's sneaky ways. So, she felt like she had to do something.

"Saraya," she looked up to find Lauren feeling concerned for the Brit, "Is everything fine? You look like you've seen a ghost." Lauren felt that there was something wrong with Saraya. She was never a woman that was afraid of anyone. She was fearless and badass in Desiree's eyes and that was why she was a favorite Diva to the former intern. Saraya had heard about the violent encounter that she had with Arnold backstage a few weeks ago, she didn't want to see that ugly side of Desiree ever again.

"Yeah," that was the only thing that Saraya could say, before she could find more words to come out of her mouth, "I need some fresh air," she didn't even excuse herself out of the room as she made it by the entrance and pulled Asher by the arm, before the two of the were out the door. Saraya slammed Asher against the wall, making sure that she applied tons of pressure, "What are you doing here? Don't lie to me." she grinned her teeth against each other.

Asher smirked, showing no fear against the Anti-Diva, "I was just here to visit an old friend. I don't get what part you have any of this. Are you just there to protect your little boyfriend? Does your boyfriend have any guts to face me man-to-loser?" the brown eyes of Saraya grew angrier at the reference that Declan was her boyfriend. There was no telling of the delusion that this Roberts' brother held. She knew that Declan almost killed Asher and that Asher has never been able to get over the fact that he was defeated by Declan once.

"Declan's not my boyfriend. Let's clarify that," she spoke up angrily, "I don't understand why you have against Desiree, Jon or even Declan, but if you even come close to me ever again, then I will make sure that your American football career ends short. Asher, your plan is good, but it won't work because Desiree and Jon will make sure that they will put a stop to your brother. That's not a threat, but a promise." she vowed.

"Saraya, what are you doing?" Lauren's voice was heard, which made Saraya turn around. What was scary about Lauren was that she almost sounded like Desiree. Wow, like mother, like daughter. Lauren noticed Saraya pinning Asher against the wall, but did she want to know what was going on?

Saraya knew that she had to make the best excuse that she could come up with, so she gave a cheesy smile and responded with, "I was making sure that his pants were pulled up."

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_Oh Saraya, totally came up with an awesome response!_ _So, Saraya and Declan? Could there be something there? Do you think that she's going to open up to anyone about the confrontation with Asher? Desiree finally finding her wedding dress and oblivious of what was happening outside! Plus, I think that Lauren should give Des her puppy! Anyway, I really appreciate the love that this story has been receiving. I love you all! :) Thank you to: Siren's Call To The Dead, Guest, caz21, DaShadowAngel, justkimmy, Angela Marie Herrera and FPK101 for you reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	26. Strawberries and Cream

_**Human**_

_** Got to give credit where it is due...**_

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Desiree hated to admit it but, she liked shopping for her wedding dress. The dress she picked out was so beautiful and she couldn't wait to wear it. If a person wanted a hint of what the dress looked like, she would say that the dress is white—alright, not a good clue, but the other thing that people can expect when she is wearing the dress is that it will make her feel like a princess. Yes—she wanted to feel like a princess in her wedding day. She wanted to look stunning and to make Jon spit out the last of the liquid that was absorbed inside his mouth. Another thing that Des wondered about was what Jon would look like in his tux. She has seen him in a suit, but what about a tux for the wedding? Will he look more handsome than she thought possible or will there be nothing for her eyes to admire?

Right now, Desiree had eaten a lot of meals—she had some five star meals and plenty of desserts like brownies and cheesecake, while writing her vows in her flowery pink journal. She was not quite sure about what she wanted to confess to Jon, but she get the feeling that he was going to be shocked with whatever came out of her mouth. The wedding was soon in her eyes. Money in the Bank had past, where Jon retained his championship against Corey Graves in a ladder match, but Battleground was the next pay-per-view and she was growing anxious for SummerSlam, which was in the same week as her wedding. She knew that these two would have to get rid of Arnold as soon as possible, so they could have their wedding without any interruptions.

"Hey, Des," Jon was happy, when he opened the door, but his calm facial reaction disappeared when he got a good sight of the room and Desiree complained that he was a slob! Desiree had plates all around the suite they were staying at! The plates were either empty or had a little bit of food left, but how the hell was he going to pay for all of this food? Jon knew for a fact that all this food was going to come from Desiree's money and not his. Honestly, he would have been alright with it, if she never traveled the road with him, but in fact, she _does_ travel the road with him and she probably gets paid a little more than he does, "What the fuck is all of this?" he was completely speechless at the amount of plates in the room.

Desiree innocently began to eat the strawberries with the cream one by one, enjoying every single bit, before even acknowledging that Jon was in the same room as her. When Des finally noticed, she bit her lip awkwardly and extended the strawberries and cream towards her fiancé, "Strawberries and cream?" she was uncomfortable with the situation, so her giggle was weak. She knew for a fact that he noticed how much of a mess the room was, but there was an easy explanation that will make Jon laugh his ass off for weeks.

Jon face palmed himself—is this the type of person that he was with her? It shocked him that he didn't know what kind of person she lived with until he saw how she was, "No, I don't want any. I want to know is how the hell are you going to pay for all of this food? Hell, how the hell do you eat all of this food and still look like a stick figure? Des...are you?" did Jon dare to ask that question? He knew that Desiree had known better than to fall back to those nasty habits again.

Desiree found herself rolling her eyes again, but then displayed a small smirk on her face, ""Do you remember when I was going through an episode of when Arnold got his ass handed to him? Yeah, maybe before you and Sami showed up at the scene. I may or may not have stolen his credit card," she scratched the back of her neck, not really wanting to be out forward and admit that she may have stolen Arnold Robert's credit card, "Let's just say that it fell out of his pocket."

"Yeah, it fell out of his pocket when you were kicking his ass. Desiree, we don't want to destroy this guy financially. We want to destroy this guy physically and emotionally," it was then that he heard a groan of complain escape from her lips as Jon sighed, "I think that you've had way too much fun with eating five star meals. I think the best thing for you to do is to cut this credit card and just forget about it completely." Jon could see that Desiree couldn't believe what he was saying. He was being a responsible adult! How dare he? How dare he tell her what to do?

"Do you not remember what this guy did to me? He put me in a hospital bed. Why are you giving him the benefit of the doubt. I want to destroy this guy completely and if that means giving him a big fat bill that he can hardly pay off, that is exactly what I will do!" Desiree retorted as she got herself out of the couch to look at her fiancé in the eye, "Do you want to see me in a hospital bed? Do you want to hear the beeper go off, symbolizing that they couldn't save my life? Do you want them to cover my lifeless body with a sheet? Jon, we are a team right here. We want to destroy Arnold and Asher. Let's break them apart slowly."

Desiree gave a sweet smirk before walking out of their suite. She thought it was best to leave Jon thinking about those last words, before she bumped to Saraya, who was pulling a luggage on her way to see her hotel room, "Hey, Desiree!" she embraced the bride-to-be. Desiree not sure how to feel about the hug because she normally didn't like it when people hugged her back.

"Hey Saraya, how's it going?" she asked the British Diva, who beamed a smile on her face that could radiate the room. Desiree and Saraya began to become closer, when she and Jon began going out. It took a while for Des to get used to talking to a WWE Diva and not let herself have a fan girl moment like she had done with most of the WWE Superstars.

"It's going great." there was something in Saraya's mind that debated on whether to tell Desiree about her confrontation with Asher. The reason is that she didn't want Desiree to worry about Asher. Her and Jon's focus should be on Arnold, who was responsible for starting this entire war with them. Saraya thought that Colby and Declan could worry about Asher, since she was already informed by them that they would do something about it. She also debated on whether to tell Colby and Declan about her confrontation with Asher. She knew how protective those two can be.

"Good," Desiree could feel the awkward tension between them as she looked down on the credit card that Jon had wanted her to cut up and get rid of. The thing is: she didn't want to get rid of the card. She kind of wanted to financially ruin Arnold with spending all of his money on food, but Jon was stopping her fun, "You know, Jon wanted me to get rid of this credit card." she revealed the card that was in her hand as Saraya nodded at the sight of it. She didn't know where this discussion was headed.

"Why would he want you to get rid of his card?" she asked confused.

"It's not my card. It's _Arnold's_," Desiree paused as Saraya began to look intrigued. She was looking at Arnold Roberts' credit card. With just a swipe of the card, she could do whatever the hell she wanted, "I already spent some of the money, but Jon has other plans for destroying him. I mean, I've had my own ways of becoming the devil himself, but Jon wants to go a different route with all of this. So, I was wondering, if you will like to get rid of the card for me?" she asked as Saraya didn't know how to respond to the crazy request.

"You want me?" Saraya couldn't even complete her sentence, "I mean, if that is what Jon really wants you to get rid of it, then I think I could get rid of it somehow." she thought about it for a little bit, before agreeing to the bride-to-be's request. It was before anyone could get suspicious about where the money was being spent on. Desiree gave Saraya a heartwarming smile that could warm up the coldest room in the world.

"I really appreciate," she began to turn on her heel, leaving the Brit with the card with all of the money in the world. Then, Des realized that she needed to inform something to Saraya, "Oh yeah!" she turned back, almost scaring the older woman, "Before you get rid of the card, there is something that you need to try." she finally remembered that she wanted to bring up.

Saraya raised a brow, "What would that be?" she asked.

"Try the strawberries and cream." Desiree responded with a giggle, before turning her heel and walked away from Saraya. When Desiree left, Saraya looked at the card. The best thing for her would be to get rid of the card, so this won't create any drama for Desiree and Jon, but also, this would be a way to get back at Arnold and Asher.

There Saraya stood there debating what to do.

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_What should Saraya do with Arnold's credit card? The part with the credit card and Desiree spending it was an idea inspired by DaShadowAngel, who said a several chapters ago that I should break Arnold. So, thank you for that! :) When you saw the name of this chapter, I think you all thought of a different approach, but I went with a more humorous approach. Once again, we have seen some disagreement with Jon and Des with how to handle Arnold? Do you agree with one of them or disagree with both of them? I want to thank: FPK101, Angela Marie Herrera, Ronnie Leigh, Dixiewinxwrites12, Siren's Call To The Dead, Guest, justkimmy and DaShadowAngel for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	27. Daddy Dearest

**_Human_**

**_There are times that you have to look deep into the past to find the resolution that you are looking for..._**

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"Alright, Jon," Sami Callihan patted for Jon to sit down on the couch across from him, "We are going to do a little exercise with you. Desiree tried this exercise two weeks ago and it really helped open her eyes to the anger and frustrations that she has been going through. I mean, remember when she nearly beat the shit out of Arnold?" he smirked at his friend as Jon looked at Sami, not wanting to be reminded of the event.

"Oh yeah, the time when you said that you created a female version of Jon Moxley with my poor little Dessy? I mean, I thought you were helping her, not trying to make her into a human ticking bomb! What exercise is this and it better not waste any of my damn time because I could be working out at the GYM. So, let's get this over with." he took a deep breath, he knew better than to snap at people that are trying to help him, especially his best man at his wedding.

"Take a deep breath," Sami ordered as Jon did what he was told, "Good, now I see that you have a lot of anger and resentment towards you. The thing that I did with Desiree was for her to think about her recent events to her oldest events, but the thing that I want to do with you is think about the oldest events and work our way to the recent events." he explained as Jon was confused about what Sami meant about recent events. Did he mean memories from his childhood or things like finding Desiree at a hospital because she was drugged and suffered from alcohol poisoning?

"What do you mean?" Jon was almost silent as he thought this whole exercise was stupid, but like what he always reminded himself—anything for Desiree. So, Jon got himself settled in the white leather couch that was part of Jon's apartment that he shared with Desiree.

"Don't worry; you'll know what I am talking about when this is over. So, close your eyes," Sami instructed as Jon closed his eyes, "How did it feel growing up basically being ignored by your mother and not knowing who your father was?" Sami asked as Jon opened his eyes and began to get up from the couch, feeling uncomfortable talking about his childhood. There was a past that wasn't perfect and he felt like it wasn't his place to talk about.

"I can't do this," Jon spoke up, "Can we move on to another topic?" he asked as Sami nodded at him.

"I can't do that, Jon. Close your eyes and tell me about that part. How did it feel to not have been provided with the amount of attention that a child should deserve from their parent?" Sami asked the same thing, only with different words. Jon closed his eyes and tried to remember a moment, where he felt like he wasn't loved as a child.

_A five year old Jon Good had been playing in his small room with the action figures of Rowdy Roddy Piper and Andre the Giant. His curly blonde hair was messy and looked like it had not been washed in the last couple days. His mom had been working over time the past couple nights, while he had been sleeping, but the reason that Jon had been sent in his room to play was because his mom had to talk with the guy that he always assumed with his father. The reason why he would assume that was because they were always arguing about him._

_"__I wonder if daddy would like to play with me," Jon talked to his action figures, "I mean, he never plays with me because mommy always kicks him out of the house before I get a good look at him, but mommy never plays with me." the young boy frowned as he thought about the times that he would ask his mom to play with him, but she would always turn him down._

_So, Jon had an idea and went to the kitchen. There he spotted near the back of a man's head. He may have been little, but he knew for a fact that his mother was yelling at his father, "When the hell are you going to send your part of the money for the child support? The kid is inside that would love to be part of his father's life, but it's quite sad this his own father is a deadbeat." Jessica Good snapped at the man that she once loved. The only thing that she had to resemble her son was the gorgeous blue eyes. Jon's father had the blonde hair._

_"Don't call me that! I'm giving it my all to see my son! If you want me to stay, just tell me and I'll stay." Jon's father responded as he turned to see his green eyes and blonde hair. Those were the only two features that he could pintpoint at the spot because everything else to him was a blur. It really did look like he was making an effort to see him, but that could also be part of the act._

_Jessica looked down to her shoes. Was it worth it to give the father of her child another chance to get to know Jon? "Just go." she responded in the coldest tone possibly and that was when Jon raced back to his room and locked the door. He slid his back against the wall and began to shed tears down his cheeks. All he wanted was a father figure in his life. Why did his mommy do that to him? Did she love him as much as he loved her? Perhaps, there was more to this story, but it was that very day where Jon learned that he might as well become his own man._

Jon shivered as he thought about the memory. This was something that he didn't want to recall because it still pained him to remember that he didn't have a father figure growing up and that his mother was not the sweet angel that she claimed to be. There was always someone that was preventing him from forming a bond. First, it was with his father and then it was with Desiree. Sami knew how uncomfortable the situation was for Jon. He was never and open guy, more like a closed book.

"The feeling was horrible. I always tell Des that she should be fortunate to have parents that love her unconditionally because I wasn't able to have a mother or even a father figure that loved me." Jon pointed out to Sami, who nodded, understanding where he was coming from. Anyone who was anyone knows about the horrible things that Jon had done to become the person that he is.

"Is that why you were so loving and caring to Desiree, when you began to get attached to her? I know that you have tried to stay your distance, but why do you reach out to her in her time of need? Why not sooner than that? Do you think that she would have appreciated that at least?" Sami asked. Wow, did he have a way of making people feel like crap because that is exactly what Jon felt right now. He didn't like being reminded of the things that he could have done when he met Desiree, but the fact that he didn't end up doing those things pissed him off.

"If I could have confronted her the first day that I met her, I would have done it in a freaking heartbeat." Jon retorted, almost sounding angry about being bombarded by these difficult questions. Why was his own best friend questioning him about Desiree? Hell, why would anyone with a brain question him about Desiree? What made him a Desiree expert?

"I know that, but if you could change the times that you've hurt and lowered her self-esteem, would you?" Sami asked him a more difficult question. All Sami was trying to do was mentally train Jon the same way that he mentally trained Desiree to not let her emotions get the best of her. The result with Desiree: she became a female Jon Moxley. With Jon: at this rate, he might as well become a male version of Desiree. It seems like these two are prepared to change the roles that they have mostly been known for.

"I've learned to live my life with no regrets at all," Jon responded in the most calm way, "If I would have talked to Des the first day instead of giving her death glares, I wouldn't be marrying her. She'd probably be marrying Declan." Jon shivered at the thought of the upcoming wrestler of the WWE marrying his fiancée. Thank God, it wasn't actually happening and that Declan was probably in a similar situation with Saraya, but it just scared him to see her with anyone else besides him. To be quite honest: he thanks Darwin every single day for giving him the blessing to marry Des. Somewhere in his mind, Darwin had always believed in Jon. He always saw the good in Jon, even when Dustin saw the horrible and ugly.

Not only was Darwin a kind-hearted spirit, but he always thought of other before himself. Darwin's relationship with Des was a relationship that he wished that he would have had with his father. Honestly, Jon and Darwin had always done father and son things with each other, like go to bars, go fishing and even talk about wrestling. Jon was happy that Darwin was living his dream as a photographer, but he thought that Darwin always deserved more. Speaking of Darwin...he walked inside as Jon stood up to give Desiree's uncle an unexpected embrace.

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_So, a little random chapter. Why do you think that Jon randomly hugged Darwin? What was the purpose of that? What did you think of Sami trying to do the same methods to Jon that he did with Des? Was there a point with that? I would love to thank: Angela Marie Herrera, justkimmy, Siren's Call To The Dead, Guest and DaShadow Angel for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	28. Sierra Hotel India Echo Lima Delta

_**Human**_

_**Hell have no fury over a woman's scorn...**_

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"If any of you lower classed people have the decency, you'd stand up and show your respect for me," Arnold Roberts came out of the curtain with a mic in his hand as the WWE Universe booed. Arnold came out wearing a blue corporate suit that would even make Dean Ambrose want to throw up. When he noticed that the crowd was cooling off a slight bit, he opened his mouth to speak again, but the WWE Universe made a comeback and booed even louder. Again, the crowd cooled off knowing that the Director of Operations was getting real pissed off by the lack of respect, "Are you done—" the WWE Universe booed again, more louder than the first two times. There was no telling who got more heat: John Cena or Arnold Roberts. Arnold had the heat that could make John Cena be liked by the WWE Universe, "Listen, I know that it's obvious that I do not like Dean Ambrose. I mean, this man is the reason why the WWE World Heavyweight Championship has become such a disgrace!"

Meanwhile, Desiree Harper was watching backstage, shaking her head. This was not acceptable for her. Last week, Arnold had thrown at challenge at Dean for Battleground. It will be Arnold and the handpicked talent to square off against Ambrose and two partners of his choice. There was a problem with that: he had made a lot of enemies in the locker room, when he debuted with The Shield six years ago. There wasn't anyone that never left the arena without an ass whooping from The Shield. So, Dean had a difficult time finding partners that liked him and most importantly, that could understand where he was coming from.

"Not as much of a disgrace as you." Desiree muttered under her breath angrily, before going to ringside with Arnold again.

"All of you," Arnold spoke up and pointed to every single member of the WWE Universe, "ALL OF YOU! All of you are brainwashed about what is good for this company. Do you honestly think that Dean Ambrose is what is good for this company?" he asked the question before the WWE Universe went to "Yes! Chants" as much as they wanted to get their voice heard, this only angered Arnold, who was trying to prove a point, "NO! NO! NO!" he protested as the WWE Universe continued with the "Yes! Chants." What was amusing to Desiree was how Arnold was throwing a huge bitch fit in the center of the ring.

"Keep throwing a bitch fit, Arnold. You'll get what is coming to you eventually," Desiree grinned as she was now joined by JoJo, Saraya and April backstage. The four of them had all became good friends with each other—thanks to Desiree and her wedding. Out of the three Divas, Saraya was the only one that was aware of the storyline that April and JoJo thought of as an angle, but was legit was Saraya, who had gotten that information from Declan and Colby. The camera then transition to ringside as Des pretended to give a crap about what Arnold was spewing out of his mouth, "So, ladies," she was not a good conversation starter and most importantly, she disliked to approach people—even though they were good friends, "How are you feeling going to your match at SummerSlam?" Des questioned, talking about the Triple Threat Match for the Divas Championship at SummerSlam. JoJo was walking in Divas Champion, but it was always a question, who will be walking out as champ.

"I am really looking forward with being around these vets," JoJo pointed at April and Saraya, who all blushed humbly, "I mean, they have taught me so much and I just want to be the best that I can be at Los Angeles. I want to prove to everyone that I can hang with the vets." JoJo gave one of her flashing smiles confidently. All she wanted to do was make an impression and be known as the best Diva that the WWE has to offer.

"I really want to become a five time Divas Champion," Saraya informed the three women in the room as April nodded in agreement—she wanted to become a five time Divas Champion herself. It sucked that she had the same goals as Saraya, but the question would be: who will reach that goal first? "I mean, I haven't had the title in so long, so I want to make that up for lost time." she was a little cocky, but she didn't want to seem arrogant in front of her friends.

"I kind of do too," April responded, trying to send a competitive smile to her friends, "You never know what Los Angeles will bring us…" she ended the conversation with that as Brad Maddox entered the scene, almost looking tired.

Brad continued to pant, trying to catch his breath, but the longer that he went without word, the longer the women continued to become irritated, "Speak up, Maddox!" Saraya was becoming her fiery self as Brad continued to catch his breath even more. She looked at Des in concern, wondering if this had anything to do with Arnold or Asher.

"They're back!" Brad then fainted on the floor as JoJo and April exchanged a look with each other. By each side of Brad, they grabbed an arm to help him back to the floor. Desiree and Saraya tried not to laugh. Their friend had just fainted and Desiree had no idea what it was for!

"Brad!" Desiree tried to fan her Man of Honor back to conscious. At least, he was breathing, but she also wanted him to open his eyes and to clarify about what he meant when he said "they're back!", "Who's back? Who are you talking about?" still, no luck at all as he was not awake yet.

Declan Knight entered the scene as he shook his head in disbelief that Brad managed to pass himself out—it must have been the pressures of being Man of Honor, but that wasn't his concern right now. His concern was for him and Colby to accomplish the next step of not only getting rid of Arnold, but Asher as well, "He didn't tell you guys anything?" he asked him, not wanting to ruin the surprise for Desiree or the other Divas.

"No." the four women shook their heads side to side. They wanted to know what was up with the guys that they didn't want the girls—or Brad—to know about. Saraya stepped forward to talk to her friend about what the hell was going on?

"What are you guys cooking up?" Saraya asked, sending fear down Declan's spine, "I swear, if it is something that could get us all killed then I am going to kill you!" she vowed as April and JoJo, who are oblivious to whatever Saraya was referencing about. Declan smirked at Saraya and twirled a piece of her raven black hair with his finger.

"You'll find out soon enough, my little London Eye," Saraya hated it when Declan called her anything that was in reference to England—crumpets, Big Ben, English muffins—she hated all of those nicknames with a freaking passion, "I can assure you and Desiree are going to love this plan so much. It is the best plan in the WORLD! We got a stipulation for Arnold that he won't refuse for Battleground, after this, it will be smooth sailing and Des and Jon can finally have the wedding of their dreams."

"What the hell are you guys talking about?" April was super confused about what Saraya and Declan were talking about. Why do they want to get rid of Arnold? She thought that Arnold was one of the nicest guys backstage—what rubbed them the wrong way about him. Arnold had helped April out of many sticky situations, so what was this all about?

"Yeah, I want to know that as well." JoJo crossed her arms across her chest, awaiting for an explanation as Des, Saraya and Declan tried to think of an explanation that would be good enough to tell April and JoJo. But, before that Declan could explain what the hell was going on with them, Dean Ambrose's theme blasted throughout the arena, making everyone in the room turn their heads to the television.

Desiree noticed that Jon hadn't come from the ramp that he had come from the audience wearing a trench coat with a mic in his hand. There are things that Desiree will never understand with Jon. He was just too complicated of a guy to even ask him a question about his intentions, "Arnold, you're really making my ears bleed. If you honestly think that people give a crap about you, then you really don't know what people think," Dean's statement made the whole WWE Universe cheer for him as he had his WWE World Heavyweight Championship on his waist, "You already are working on Team Arnold for Battleground, but I'm not going to be that happy guy that is desperate to get people on his team. I'm not building a Team Dean Ambrose because I've already got my two partners and they know a little something about injustices like you."

_Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta. Shield. _

The blasting of the electric guitar made the WWE Universe go while as Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns came walking down the stairs like the badasses they are. Roman had been used to going downstairs for as long as he can remember, but for Dean and Seth, they might need to get back to the swing of things.

The Hounds of Justice was out for blood and _Arnold's_ blood.

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_ First things first, I want to thank every single one of you that helped me make it to two hundred and more reviews for this story! I'm glad that you've stuck through this story and I hope that I won't let any of you down! I have a lot of twist and turns for this story! :)Stephanie went along with the plan! WOOO! We are reaching to that action part of the story...as of right now. It is the first action part out of two action parts, before this story ends. But...The Shield is back and for Arnold's blood! The rollercoaster begins as their might be a betrayal that no one saw coming. Is it a main character or someone else? I want to thank: Guest, Siren's Call To The Dead, Angela Marie, Herrera, justkimmy and DaShadowAngel for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	29. One Step At A Time

_**Human**_

_**Sometimes, you need your good friends to help you get through situations one step at a time...**_

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Arnold Roberts looked at the three men that were called The Shield. So, at Battleground, it will be The Shield versus three of Superstars that Arnold hasn't chosen yet. Why did Arnold feel that he was just punked? He felt like The Shield was always three steps ahead of their opponents and that was what scared him. The group was always known for their sneak attacks and number's advantage. How in the hell was he going to find three guys that have the balls to take on one of the most dominate factions in the WWE? They have defeated almost everyone in the roster—perhaps, he could go down to Orlando and get some NXT guys to face The Shield? The NXT Superstars would be easy to manipulate because they are so hungry to compete in the main roster status, so they would do it in a heartbeat.

"What's wrong, Arnold? It looks like you have seen a ghost." Dean teased the Director of Operations, knowing that Arnold was knocked down a peg or two. Arnold tried not to expose any of his fears for the world to see. He had to play the role of a powerful authority figure and get everyone to believe what he has to say. Then, Arnold was angry—how dare anyone try to get the best of him?

"Arnold, you're looking like a pale ass bitch." Roman laughed it all up, knowing that Arnold was screwed no matter who he placed in front of them.

"There is something that you don't get, Arnold," Seth began to speak, "You think that with power that you should automatically be given respect. That's not how it works around here. We didn't demand respect when we first came here. We had the "screw everyone" mentality and we personally did not care about anyone, but ourselves. The difference with you is that you've managed to screw one of us these past few months and we are just sick of it. I think it's about time that someone knocks you down that pedestal and gets rid of you once and for all!" he snapped.

"Yeah," Dean stretched out the word as he looked at his brothers in arm, "And I think we should start now!" he dropped the mic, before The Shield went racing to the ring. Each member went to a side of the ring, trying to surround Arnold for one of their traditional beatings that will eventually lead to a Triple Powerbomb. Arnold looked into the eyes of the Hounds of Justice. He knew that there was no where to escape from. He was doomed to suffer the beating of a lifetime in the hands of this relentless men.

All of a sudden, the three members of The Shield were pulled under their feet as Arnold's goons began to fight with each member. It seemed like an equally matched fight as any of the men could receive an upper hand. Arnold escaped the ring as he found a way up the ramp. The WWE Universe booed at the sight of him making his escape. The moment where Arnold finally got what was coming to him was going to await. Also, they were confused as they had no clue about who were the goons in the ski mask. One of the goons was really buffed up, the other one was an average sized guy and the other one was the smallest one in the group, but he could move like the speed of lightning. The Shield knew for a fact that the smallest one was the one that they should look after. Seth entered the ring and using the ropes, he flipped outside of the ring, landing on the three goons as the WWE Universe loved the move that he pulled off.

"Yeah!" Seth cheered as he high fist bumped Dean and Roman. After all these years, the three of them haven't missed a beat. It seemed like their relationship never broke apart. It seemed like Dean never turned his back on him and Roman. Seth felt like The Shield was finally back and it was for good intentions.

Meanwhile, Desiree, Brad, JoJo, Saraya and April were all backstage. Desiree felt sad that Declan couldn't see The Shield beating up Arnold's goons because he could have love that. Declan left before The Shield entered the ring to surround Arnold and she wondered why? Somehow, she knew that Declan had a bright future and perhaps, he had to talk to Triple H about something? Oh man, Declan would have loved this little plan going into motion?

"Man," Saraya grinned as her English accent was revealed, "Declan would have loved this going into motion. I feel like he is so humbled and doesn't think that he is the smartest guy in the world, but we have to give him credit where it is due. Him and Colby came up with a wonderful plan. I'm excited for this match at Battleground. I assume that those goons that tried to hurt the guys are going to be part of the match."

"Where is Declan anyway?" Brad asked curiously.

"He said that he had to make a phone call, but I wouldn't worry so much on it. He's just being Declan Knight," Desiree grinned as she looked at the replay of The Shield, Arnold and goons confrontation as The Shield stand tall in the ring, "I mean, at Battleground, we finally get rid of Arnold once and for all. I know that its been one step forward, two steps back with this whole war with Arnold, but I feel like things are finally in our favor. I think, we have this match in the bag. The Shield has the better chemistry than Arnold's goons, who were probably randomly selected." she couldn't feel anymore confident about how this plan was going to turn out in the end. They couldn't lose at Battleground. They just couldn't...

"You're probably right, darling," Jon with Colby and Joe entered the backstage area, getting his fiancée with a kiss on top of her head. He could tell how happy she was that The Shield was reunited. Her journey originally began when she interned for The Shield. This was when all of the bonds were formed and the relationships began to build up (especially for Jon and Desiree), "I feel like we have this match in the bag. We're going to screw it. Arnold is going to be history at Battleground. This will be the same event, where we will take Arnold and his weasel, asshole of a brother, Asher back to where they came from...hell!" he preached as everyone in the room cheered as Desiree jumped up and down.

"This is exactly what I want to hear. I felt like the process of getting rid of Arnold has been so slow and now that the plan is finally in motion, we are actually getting somewhere. There is no way that Arnold is going to pick a strong enough team that knows all about our strengths and weaknesses and what we intend to do at Battleground. I feel like Arnold is going to be getting what he deserves," Desiree grinned as she quick kissed Jon on the lips, "I want to thank you for sticking by me all this time. You're defiantly a lifesaver," she smiled at Jon and then looked at Colby, Joe, Saraya, Brad, JoJo and April, "And, I want to thank all of you for not leaving my side as we go through this and the wedding process. JoJo, April, I know how stressful it has been not knowing what we have been dealing with, but I don't want you to get involved into Arnold and Asher's dirty games. These guys don't play around and I would hate to see any of you girls hurt. Please promise me that you won't do anything to make yourselves the target? I don't want Phil and Randy to worry about you guys."

JoJo and April admired that Desiree was looking out for them. It showed how much she cared about them and what measures she was going to make sure that no hands laid on them. It really showed where Des' loyalties stood with the two women. They both nodded in agreement, even though, they wanted to ask more questions about what the hell was going on with her and their group of friends? What was so bad about it that they couldn't tell them? Those two thought it was best not to bother ask questions and wait until the problems are resolved.

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"Declan, where are you?" Saraya muttered as she paced down the halls in look for Declan Knight, who had disappeared when The Shield was surrounding Arnold with his goons. Man, would he have loved to see his plan unfold? She smiled at the vision of his reaction. The charming smile just forming on his face. His blue eyes twinkling in the radiated room. All she wanted to do was congratulate Declan for the success in the first step of the plan. She knew that there were a lot more to take care of before Arnold was gotten rid of once and for all, but this was the point in this story, where karma was finally going to strike Arnold and that they will all be rid of him once and for all.

Saraya stopped dead at her tracks, when she heard someone say, "They know nothing at all about where I stand," she knew that the tone of voice sounded familiar, but she didn't want to believe it. She stood her back against the wall as she hid herself from the voices that were coming from the narrow hallway, "When The Shield know that I'm under one of those masks, they will be thrown off their game so badly that it's going to personally hurt them." the voice appeared out of the blue in a more clear way. Saraya wanted to make sure that she was actually hearing this guy saying those things. This guy was one of the most sweetest, kindest and most down-to-earth guys that she knew around her; but, she should have knew that he had to capability to hurt people.

Especially her.

"Very good. I think that you're a very important asset, who is going to lead Team Arnold to it's victory. I am so glad that you ended up taking my offer because I believe in you. I want people to believe in what we stand for and not in The Shield. Finally, Desiree and Jon will finally be done. Those two and every single person that they care about are done at Battleground. I wonder if Jon would love to see his fiancée in red instead of white? What do you think?" Arnold smirked as he looked at the person that Saraya believed was in their side and one that promised never to kill anymore.

"He'll learn to love it." he responded with a smirk coming to his face.

"I know, he will Declan." Arnold responded.

That was the moment when Saraya's heart broke.

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_Good news: Colby didn't join Team Arnold. Bad news: Declan seems to be part of Team Arnold. Worse news: Saraya seems so heartbroken. More worse news: How is the group going to react to this. Suspenseful news: There are more twist and turns to this story! This betrayal was inspired by the Seth Rollins' betrayal, but it's not going to be like that at all. I want to put my twist and turns with the stories. I just want to thank: FPK101, Guest, Siren's Call To The Dead, DaShadowAngel, Angela Marie Herrera and BellaRayne for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :) _


	30. Saraya and Her Broken Heart

_**Human**_

_**There are many ways to heal a broken heart, but opening up about it is one thing that helps...**_

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Saraya Jade-Bevis was so heartbroken. The pure devastation was read all over her face. She was paler than she normally was and it wasn't because of the lack of sunshine that she had been getting. It was because she had learned that a man that she considered a friend. A man that she thought would never have the capability to hurt a fly. A man that she felt so stupid for pouring her heart out to was one of Arnold Roberts' goons. That he was going to be the one of the goons that would be facing The Shield at Battleground. She couldn't get that picture out of her mind. She couldn't get rid of the vision of Declan Knight shaking Arnold's hand and accepting to be part of his team. That bastard Declan had been hiding the fact that he had been working with both sides. He was truly a mastermind at heart. There was no explanation for Declan's actions. As of right now, it hurt to say that she hated Declan—for breaking her trust, but most importantly, for breaking her heart.

Saraya laid against her back in her white sheeted bed in her hotel room. In her possession, she stared at the same credit card that Desiree had told her to get rid of. Des explained that Jon had other ways of breaking Arnold and making him snap. However, after Saraya had tried to strawberries and cream and a few five star meals, she began contemplating if she should get rid of the card. There was a small voice in her mind that told her to never get rid of the card and now, she knew the reason why she didn't get rid of the card.

It was because Declan was working for the devil. Now, she must make Arnold pay in some way.

So in the morning, Saraya decided that she would go out for breakfast. It was not with anyone, but herself. She felt like she had to distance herself from Jon and the rest of the gang and focus on herself. She didn't think that she was ready to tell them about the information about Declan yet. The thing that kept playing in her mind was how Desiree was going to respond to the news. Declan had been one of her best friends in the entire world. This guy had been her rock when things were going rough with Jon. They have known each other ever since high school, even seeing each other throughout middle school. She wore a black hat, paired with a black blazer, white top and pencil skirt and giant sunglasses. She didn't want anyone to know that she was here.

"Hello," a male waiter with red hair approached her as she was looking at the menu, "I am Josh and I am your server today. May I start you off with any coffee or orange juice?" he asked her as Saraya thought of what she wanted to get. She had all of Arnold's money in this one card—what should she get with it?

"Hmmm…" Saraya hummed at she looked at the menu, "I guess, I'll take some coffee and make sure that there's decaf. I've had a rough night, so I would like something to hype me up." she smiled at the guy, who wrote the coffee order in his notepad.

"Alright, one coffee and I'll give you a few more minutes to look at the menu." Josh said as he walked away to give her some more time to look at the menu. As she looked at the menu more, the more that she thought about ordering the most expensive things just to piss off Arnold when he gets the bill. It wasn't until five minutes later that the waiter, Josh returned with her decaf coffee in a white mug and placed it next to her utensils, "Have you looked at the menu or do you need a little more time?" he asked again as she grinned and looked at him with her brown eyes.

"I think I'll take every single thing in the breakfast menu," Saraya smirked as the waiter was amazed about what she said. She wanted everything from the menu? However, if she had enough money to pay for ever single thing in the breakfast menu, she must have a very good tip for him, " I take my eggs scrambled, I'll have both sausages and bacon. Bring on the toast and pancakes! I'm a woman with a giant appetite so," she clapped twice, "Chop, chop!" she encouraged the guy, who rushed away from her to ask for her order.

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After eating her breakfast or at least two-thirds of it, she decided to go to the mall and shop for some clothes that she didn't need, but perhaps, she could always give them away to April, JoJo and even Desiree could join the fun! Honestly, she would keep some of the things for herself, but she was such in a giving mood that she would buy anyone a nice outfit. So, she entered Saks Fifth Avenue because she wanted to start with the handbags. She entered the store as she was greeted by a woman with blonde hair. Saraya had taken off her glasses because there was no sunlight inside the store.

"Hello, welcome to Saks Fifth Avenue, is there anything that I can help you with today?" the blonde haired woman asked Saraya in a cheery voice as Saraya smiled back in the most cheery way.

"Hello!" she spoke with her British accent coming out, "I am just trying to buy some things for my friends because they have been awesome to me recently. So, I was wondering what kind of handbags you got here?" Saraya asked, trying to look sweet and innocent.

"We've got all of the latest handbags here. Do you know which brands you are looking it? We have Prada, Alexander McQueen, Tory Burch, Proenza Schouler. We have them all here! Do you know what kind of bags that you would like to get your friends?" the woman asked her as Saraya thought about it for a moment. She knew that April liked the colors black and magenta. JoJo liked the colors blue and pink and Desiree liked purple and black. If she could at least find one of those colors for her friends, then she will be a happy girl.

"Well, if you can find anything like black, magenta, blue, pink or even purple, then that will be great! Those are just some of my friends favorite colors." Saraya informed the woman as she nodded, understanding her customer's wishes.

"Alright, let's see what we can find." she gestured for Saraya to follow her to a few different brands of bags. Happily, she found different and expensive bags of all sorts of colors. However, a tough decision came with which bags she would buy. Another question came if she would get away with using Arnold's credit card. She kept using the lie that she was Arnold's sister and that he had let her borrow the credit card, so she can buy herself thing that she needed to get her life back on track. Only a part of the statement was a lie because she felt like she couldn't let Declan's betrayal on the group stop her from living her life. She saw this as an opportunity not to only get back at the Roberts brothers, but Declan as well. She did not know if she was being overdramatic. It wasn't like she and Declan had dated, but she was acting like an angry and bitter ex-girlfriend, but perhaps this is what she needed to do to make sure that Declan acknowledge how much she was hurt from his actions.

After, she had bought to purses (getting them all in her friends' and her favorite colors), she left Saks Fifth Avenue with her arms cluttered with bags. She placed the shades back in her eyes to make sure that no one saw her. She figured that her friends needed some cute shoes to match with their new handbags, so she stepped inside the Louis Vuitton store that was in the end of the mall. She entered inside and went straight for the Shoes' Fall Collection for 2019. There were all so gorgeous as she found some cute glossy black flats that could come useful at Des' wedding. Desiree had been thinking about the colors purple and black for the bridesmaids, which she did not mind at all. then, she found some glossy purple and black heels that would look good with the bridesmaids. Perhaps, she could start looking at the shoes for all the bridesmaids. She assumed that they would all be near the same size the smallest being six and the biggest being eight. Desiree was a size seven and a half. Leighla was a eight, Amber was a seven and a half, April was a six, she was a six and a half. JoJo was a six and her mom was a seven and a half. So as soon as she got all the shoes sizes, she wanted to look for a pair of shoes that Desiree would love. That was where she spotted some heels that suited well for the princess wedding that she wanted.

She found Desiree some glass slippers like in Cinderella.

"Desiree, would love that!" Saraya was breath taken by the sight of the glass slippers. She didn't;t know that shoes like these even existed. This seemed like a dream to her. She grabbed one of the glass slippers and looked at it so closely. There she spotted the bedazzled bow in the tip of the toe and mini bows surrounded the glass slipper and the heel was bedazzled with silver jewels. They looked like glass slippers, but the material was not glass at all. Although, the material was not plastic at all. She didn't know what to call the material.

"Hey, don't touch it!" Saraya almost dropped the slipper as she almost caught it on time.

She was frightened by the feminine sound that was this man's voice. She was relieved that she didn't drop the slipper, "Sorry about that! I was just surprised that glass slippers exist! I want to know, how much would it be to buy one of these?"she asked as the guy snatched the slipper away from her and placed it gently back in the pedestal next to the other one. Then, with a cloth, he whipped all the fingerprints that Saraya could have left away.

"These shoes are one of a kind. You have to be someone with a bunch of money to get yourself a pair. This is made out of calf and lamb skin. Do you notice how the material seems so durable?" he asked in a snobby way as Saraya wanted to touch the glass slipper again, but the guy slapped her hand away in the most gentle way, "I said don't touch it! Louis Vuitton works really hard to make sure that his customers are perfection, when they walk with his shoes. I think that you should go to a store that might be a little cheaper with your taste." he smirked as Saraya smirked back and pulled out the credit card for the guy to look at it.

"Name your price, I can afford anything." Saraya retorted, confidently.

"Fifteen thousand eight hundred dollars, madam," he responded confidently, knowing that she couldn't afford for the shoes, "I'm quite sure that this might be a little out of your price range."

Saraya smirked, "I can afford that actually. I would like a pair in seven and a half." she responded as the guy looked defeated. The guy wanted to be a good sport and get her the shoes that she wanted. After, she had gotten the shoes and bickered with the guy a little more, she wanted to go back to Jon and Desiree's place to show off the things that she got. She figured that Colby, Joe and Brad would be with them, but she did not know how they would feel if the news with Declan got out. She didn't want anyone to get upset over her.

"Saraya, look at you," Colby grinned as he saw several of bags being placed on the brown carpet floor of Jon and Desiree's apartment. She took off the glasses, so everyone in the room could admire her chocolate brown eyes, "What's with all of the shopping?" he asked her as he sat down on the blue single recliner chair in the living room.

"I just felt like buying some stuff," Saraya responded as she searched around for Desiree, who was not in the room "Desiree!" she shouted, knowing that Desiree was somewhere, "I got a little present for you for the wedding!" she beamed as she was excited to show Desiree the glass slippers that she had bought for her. It was going to look fantastic with the dress that she had picked out.

"Coming!" Desiree shouted from the walk-in closet in which, she was picking out some songs that she wanted to play during the wedding. The closet was so big and it was the place where Jon knew that she would be doing most of the work for the wedding at.

"Saraya, is everything okay with you?" Jon asked as soon as he saw the shopping bags on his carpet. The way that he said it was with much concern because he knew that Saraya never bought anything, unless she was upset. From that question, he could noticed the Anti-Diva's facial expression freeze up. He knew for sure that something was wrong with her, "Saraya, there is something up with you, please tell us?" he used a softer approach with this sentence, but he knew that she was about to break down.

"Saraya, what's up?" Joe asked as that was the moment, where Saraya began to break down into tears, "What happened? Did something bad happen to you?" it wasn't only Joe that wanted answers as Jon and Colby were looking for answers.

Saraya couldn't dare look at The Shield in the eyes. This news was going to throw them off their game and she hated that. Besides, Declan was one of Desiree's best friends and if she were to hear the news, it will tear her to pieces, "Declan is working for Arnold." she continued to cry as Jon went to hug her as Colby and Joe were frozen in their tracks.

"You're lying," Jon was so angry now, that he didn't know, where to place his emotions, "Our Declan?" he asked as Saraya nodded her head in yes, "Working for Arnold Roberts?" she nodded again.

"No..." everyone in the room turned to the exit, where Desiree was standing. Devastation was written on her face and she felt stupid for not seeing it coming. What was Desiree supposed to say? Her best friend was working with her enemy? What the hell was going on? What was going to be next for the group?

This was surely a game changer.

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_So, if any of you wondered what happened with Saraya and the credit card, there you have it, but poor Saraya! I felt so bad for her that I gave her her own chapter! Although, Desiree gets the cliffhanger. lol I want to thank: Angela Marie Herrera, justkimmy, Siren's Call To The Dead, Guest, BellaRayne and DaShadowAngel for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	31. Not Worth The Tears

_**Human**_

_**There have been bigger things that have shocked us...**_

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Everyone in the room was in shock—Declan Knight was part of the dark side and not even Desiree knew how to respond to the news. She wasn't supposed to hear the news, but the whole room was in shock, when she apparently heard the news. Jon tried to wrap his head around the news. Declan was one of Desiree's best friends—why would he be working for the dark side? There had to be some motive that was going on. Everyone looked at Colby, who was known as the mastermind of the group, but he couldn't wrap his own mind about Declan. He was completely speechless and out of breathe. Colby considered Declan a close friend. They were the masterminds together, but he never expected for one moment that Declan's mind would be evil.

"I've got nothing to say to about that traitor." Colby stood up from the couch that he had been sitting on when Saraya walked into the room and stormed out. The feeling of betrayal sucked and to have never seen it coming was even worse. Saraya was in tears about the entire thing; she was broken down. Declan had broken her, even though she was a strong and determined person. Why was she crying over this traitor? Why did she even suspect for a moment that something could happen between the two of them? She felt like the biggest idiot in the room as she fell down to the knees and began crying again. Brad approached her to comfort her, not knowing what to think of all of this.

"There, there, you can't let him win," Brad comforted her, "Forget him. You don't need to cry about this guy. He is not worth the tears and we promise that we will get back at him for everything that he has caused us." he went to a more serious tone as he looked back at Joe, Jon and Desiree, not knowing if they even had a chance anymore. Was all hope taken away from this brand new information that they found out about? Hell, even Colby walked out of the room because he was broken down by the news.

"I was friends with the guy," Desiree said in an almost disgusted tone, "I opened up to that guy about my life and my struggles. I thought he was Desiree 2.0, but now that I think about it, he is nothing like me anymore. He is not the same Declan that I've known almost my entire life. I thought he'd be the last part of my normal life that I have, but I've got nothing normal going on for me. It seems like I've been used. Declan used me and when he was done with me, he was going to kick me to the curb. I can't believe it." she said as Jon wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

"It's not over yet. We can still beat Arnold and Asher, we just have to add Declan Knight to the list. We just have more fuel and motivation to win at Battleground. So far, I think Declan is part of Team Arnold and I think that Corey Graves might be part of it. We just need to find out who the third person is? Arnold went down to Orlando to recruit Declan, I am almost certain that he did. Then, he looked within the main roster and convinced Graves to join him…" Jon tried to think of a pattern with the way that Arnold has been recruiting people.

"I think that he might get someone outside the WWE," Joe guessed as he invited himself into the discussion, "He might bring a part timer like Brock Lesnar or even John Cena. Hell, I think that Dave Batista might even want to do it. It has to be a big guy that's all I know. It has to be someone that we probably won't see coming. Arnold's got money and those three particular guys just love money, "Hell, it might even be Dwayne because Arnold just loves him so much. It might be to throw me off my game." he continued to think about the people that would be the last member of Team Arnold.

"This is very frightening. We never know what is going to happen. It's going to be someone that we've never seen coming. Declan hit us like a wrecking ball, so what if it happens to be someone that we've never seen here in the longest time. The thing is that the other team thinks this is all scripted, but this is _not_ scripted at all. The hatred that Arnold has for us is incredibly real and whatever happens is going to be real!" Brad explained as the group began to get worried about the possibly outcome at Battleground.

"I hate this so much." Desiree muttered as she buried herself in Jon's chest as he stroked her hair. She had hoped that everything was turning around for their group. Whenever it seemed like they finally have the upper hand on Arnold, Arnold is three steps ahead of them. Desiree just wanted to cry, but she knew that she had wasted enough tears from separating herself from Jon and sending herself to the hospital. Arnold was not going to mean anything to her after Battleground. However, by the looks of things.

Des and Jon might not make it down the aisle.

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"I think our dreams of having a wedding is completely ruined." Desiree threw the pictures of her and Jon off the bed, in which she was crafting for the wedding. She didn't want to think of the wedding knowing that her best friend or even maybe ex-best friend was working for Arnold. She was confused and didn't want to think anymore. Jon picked up the photos and looked at them. It was a picture of them in Vancouver when Jon was filming his movie _Lockdown. _She had been away from him for almost a month, so she decided to surprise him with a visit. She informed his cast members, but didn't inform him and a cute way of surprising him was to place her in a "scene" for the movie. Her head was turned, when Jon's character was trying to make her listen to him, but he ended up turning her around and he was shocked to find Desiree was that woman.

"I remember this photo," Jon grinned as he sat in the bed next to Des, who had her knees to her chest in anger, "You thought it would have been cute to surprise me at work. Everyone knew you'd be there, but me. You know how much I hate surprises," he gave her a little playful glare as he continued to look at the picture, "You never hinted that you were going to go to Vancouver, but, I liked this surprise. Just seeing your face turned my day upside down," he smiled as he lied his head on the pillow as Desiree wrapped her arms around his arm, "I was never thrown more off guard than I was when I saw that I was acting alongside you. Turned out that we have chemistry everywhere we are."

"We never communicated in that fake scene!" Desiree pointed out, knowing that she was required to keep her mouth shut as it would easily give away that it was her. She wanted Jon to be surprised that she was actually here in person, "However, we've communicated in the segments and I guess that we have some chemistry going on. Even though, I hate the character that I portray on screen. It's not fair that I'm such a wuss and you're this lunatic fringe badass." she added on as Jon chuckled.

"You're supposed to make me look good," Jon pointed out, "You're supposed to be that damsel in distress that I am supposed to save and protect. I just want you to know that you're a lunatic fringe badass as well. You're just better at controlling it than I am. You're not a damsel to me, but this fearless, sexy and independent woman that you have always been. Over the years, you've blossomed to that butterfly and I may have difficulty of stopping that, but I have been rolling with it and just letting you fly."

"Does it scare you?" Desiree asked, trying to move on to another subject.

"Pardon me?" Jon asked, wondering what she wanted to ask him.

"The thought that we might not make it down the aisle, that we might not get rid of the Roberts' Brothers and we'll have that cloud or clouds lingering over our heads. I mean, it's stressful doing the last minute things for the wedding, knowing that the wedding is almost in about a month and we're going to have to profess our love for each other in front of my family. I don't want to have this wedding and know that Asher and Arnold are still out there. I want this to be the happiest day of my life and I want it to be memorable." Desiree said as she played with Jon's left hand, intertwining their fingers.

"We're going to win this war, darling," he whispered as he stroked her light brown hair, "I swear that at Battleground, I will die in that ring if it means that we beat Arnold. I'm not planning to give this up because Declan is with Arnold now. I'm entering that match and I am fighting for your honor. I'm fighting for every struggle, strive that we have gone through. I am fighting our love and that no obstacle is big enough to stop our love from growing. Desiree Marie Harper, I want you to be with me ringside. I want you being my cheerleader and rooting for me. You're my motivation to keep doing this and I cannot thank you enough for taking me back and for even giving me a chance to show that I'm a good guy and that I have a heart."

"No, need to thank me," Desiree smiled, "We're a team. I've got your back and you've got mine," she slowly leaned over to connect her lips with Jon's. Jon kissed her back as he cupped her cheek with his giant hands. This made the kiss deepen as he landed on top of her, the kiss never broke apart. His hands slid to the hem of her black V-neck shirt as he began to slide it off of her. Desiree broke the kiss as she looked at him, "I'm guessing that you want to practice for our wedding night?" she smirked.

Jon grinned mischievously as he slide off her shirt as she appeared in a black laced push up bra. Did she look beautiful to him? Hell, she always looked stunning to him, but it had been a while since the two of them were able to have fun and be an actual couple, "You know what they say about practice?" he asked her as Desiree pretended to think about it.

"What do they say about practice, Jon?" Desiree questioned playfully as he distanced himself from her to take off his shirt. She never got tired of seeing Jon shirtless. Desiree wasn't freaked out about that anymore. She had grown used to it and eventually, she had grown very attracted to the way that he looked, but it was never about the physical features with her, but what was in his heart.

"Practice makes perfect." he got on top of her again as two of them began to have a little "fun" of their own.

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"They were devastated, Declan. I'm not sure that they are going to hate us, when they find out about you not actually with Team Arnold and that we're pulling off one big trick on Arnold and Asher. However, as of right now, they can't know that there is more to this plan that meets the eye." Colby Lopez explained as he was on the phone with Declan Knight. From what, Jon, Desiree, Joe, Saraya and Brad knew, this wasn't something that was throwing them off track. Colby planned for Declan to side with Arnold and Asher. He arranged for Saraya to find Declan working with Arnold, so she can throw off the group, but there is more to this plan, but Colby wasn't ready to open up about it.

Meanwhile, Declan was in Orlando, Florida with the NXT roster training. He took a seat down on the benches as he was taking a break from his late night training, "I would have hated to see Desiree's facial expression. I mean, she is my best friend in the entire world and I hate to see her cry and be upset, but I'm doing the most important thing from our best plan in the world and that is taking down Arnold from the inside," Declan explained, "How was Saraya? How is she taking everything that she found out. I hate to use her in this fashion, but I just want to know that she is pissed and not emotional about this." the last thing that he wanted to do was damage his friendship with Saraya or any potential relationship with her.

"Saraya was on her knees crying about the entire thing," Colby confessed as Declan groaned, "Look, she'll be fine, when we tell her, but don't be shocked if she slaps you across the face because I think that we really executed that part of the plan without a hitch. Everyone is thrown off guard and they thick that I'm crushed about the entire thing. Declan, you did a good job, but I hope that this plan works and we are done with Arnold after Battleground."

"I hope so too, but does Disneyland have a map?" Declan asked as Colby raised a brow and chuckled.

"Why do you need a map for Disneyland?" Colby asked him back.

Declan smiled, "Just thinking about my options."

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_Declan is a good guy after all! But, could not telling the rest of the group hurt them or give them that good element of surprise? Plus, we get a Jon and Desiree interact as the two talk to each other about sometimes and be an actual couple. I want to thank: DaShadowAngel, justkimmy, Guest, Pinayprincesa and Angela Marie Herrera for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	32. Believe in The Shield

_**Human**_

_**When the times get hard, all you need to do is believe...**_

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Jon was not going to let the fact that Declan Knight was with Arnold Roberts stop him from destroying Arnold and his brother Asher Roberts. He still had his sets on Battleground, which was next weekend and he knew that if he were to wallow about the betrayal that he would never get anything done and that would be like losing itself. So, him, Colby, Joe and Desiree had all went to a Starbucks in the morning to talk about strategy. How in the world are they going to beat Arnold, knowing that one of their own was going to be fighting them? While Desiree went to order the men their coffees and herself a double chocolate chip Frappuccino to wake them up, Jon was trying to get Colby to talk about strategy, but he was still pissed at the news that he found out yesterday.

"What's the damn point about thinking about a plan? So, Arnold can be three steps ahead of it?" Colby sounded angry, but he couldn't help it. He had to act like he was angry and betrayed because of Declan. The rest of The Shield, Saraya and Desiree couldn't know that there was more to "the best plan ever" than met the eye. To Colby: the only way to be three steps ahead of Arnold was not to open up to his stable mates about the rest of the plan. His intentions were right, but the way that he was keeping his plans a secret was so-so wrong.

Jon slammed his fist on the small rounded coffee table in the corner of the Starbucks, "Come on, Colby! You're the fucking architect of The Shield. You're our guy, when it comes to strategy and preplanning and planning ahead. Does it bothering you that Arnold can be coming up with plans B, C, D, E and possibly the whole freaking alphabet? Does it bothering you that Arnold is basically winning this war because he wants us to be acting this way? He wants us to be broken down? Do you not see his plan?" he shouted, trying to get inside Colby's head and for him to open his eyes and realize that they were falling into Arnold's trap.

"Colby, I know that you are still angry about the Declan thing, but we really need you to help carry this team. I hate seeing you like this. We can't expose any vulnerability in this team because Arnold will just ask his goons to pray on that. We need to be the strongest that we have ever been because we're The Shield. Our purpose is to stop any injustice that the WWE has and Arnold and his goons are those injustices. We need to be our very best so we can kick Arnold's goons' asses and send them straight to hell." Joe growled as Colby was still looking pretty bummed out.

Finally, Desiree came back with four coffees and a frap for herself as she placed the coffees in front of each men as she got between Jon and Joe. She exchanged a look with each men, not knowing what she has missed so far, "So…is anyone going to explain to me what is going on?" she asked them in the most awkward way possible, not knowing if she should have kept her mouth shut or said something to keep the conversation going.

"Colby is still pissed about the Declan thing and isn't helping cooperate with the team," Jon filled her in as he scratched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "He doesn't understand that Arnold is winning this war and that he is getting inside his mind. Still, he fails to come up with anything." he finally finished filling his fiancée in as he groaned and banged his head against the table repeatedly as Desiree picked up her knitted sweater, wrapped it in a ball and placed in on the area that Jon was banging his head at, so if he were to continue banging his head, he would not make any contact with the table, but the sweater in a ball.

"Colby, we need a leader with your credentials to help us. It's not just us that wants to put a stop to Arnold, but the WWE Universe. Do you want to disappoint them? Do you remember a sixteen year old Desiree Harper? That fan girl that screamed when she first met The Shield? Man, I could remember the moment forever because I was so excited to meet some of my favorite talent ever! Do you remember that glow that she had within her? It was like a light beaming! Now, picture that girl that was so happy to meet some of her favorite WWE Superstars and then, picture her in tears and agony. Team Arnold won at Battleground, Desiree Harper is heartbroken! The WWE Universe is in shock! Picture that, Lopez!" she thought that she sounded a little like Sami Callihan because he would do some of these exercises with her. She didn't enjoy them one bit, but they helped her open her eyes and realize what was in front of her.

Colby thought about it for a moment—a heartbroken Desiree. This was one of the faces that he would hate to see. The tears in her eyes, the confidence wiped away from her face. This was something that he didn't want to think about because it became a vivid picture in his mind, "I don't need a vivid picture. I just need you guys to trust me. I got this in the bag and this will continue to be known as the best plan ever. I know exactly what I am doing," he said it in a serious tone, "What Declan is doing, it doesn't do anything about the plan that I already have in motion. This is all going into plan and the plan is not over yet, so our chances of beating Team Arnold at Battleground are not over yet. Believe that!" he exclaimed.

"And Believe," Colby stuck his fist out, "In," Joe stuck his fist out second, "The," Desiree stuck her fist out, "Shield!" Jon stuck out his fist out, signaling their unity. With the other hand, the four individuals grabbed their drinks and clanked them together in cheers.

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Saraya Jade-Bevis was in her hotel bedroom listening to her music while lying on her bed, before a live show tonight. All she wanted to do was be alone and not talk to anyone, before she would have to practice her wrestling in about an hour and a half. Even though she had the speakers blasting through her headphones, she kept hearing the voice of Declan whispering in her ear. She did not know why, but she couldn't get his mind off of Declan and his betrayal. This made her very confused and alone; she did not see this turn of events coming and the fact that he made her believe that he was a good person made her sick to her stomach. At this moment, Declan was far from being a good person. He was vile and if ever given the opportunity, she would slap his face as hard as she could.

"Hey Saraya, are you here?" it was like she could literally hear his voice in the exact same location that she was at, "Saraya, I want to chat with you about some things…" she took her headphones out of her ears as she could hear that voice call to her again. This was a voice that she thought that she was never going to hear again. This was the voice in which she wanted to murder in his sleep for betraying the group that she thought were his friends.

It was Declan's voice and in _her _suite.

Angrily, she pushed herself out of the bed and placed her phone on top of it. She opened the door to find, Declan standing in the kitchen with some yogurt in his hands. The yogurt was from the hotel and if she were to have eaten any, she would have to pay the required fee for it. She walked up to Declan and connected with a stinging slap across his cheek, making him step back and making her hand swell, "How fucking dare you turn on us and side with Arnold? Do you think that we're fucking idiots and that we believe everything? Do you not know how much this has impacted me—I mean us?" she snapped as Declan held his cheek, feeling the burning sensation of that slap.

"First of all—OWW!" Declan responded as he rubbed his cheek, "Second, I need you to trust me Saraya, Colby and I know what we are doing. We've contacted each other last night and he says how much I hurt you. I didn't mean for you to see me talking with Arnold. I made sure that I was alone and that no one was in sight. You weren't supposed to see any of that." he explained as Saraya was still fuming about Declan being at her sight.

"Are you sorry about everything or the fact that you got caught?" Saraya asked in a bitter tone, "I'm not sorry for catching you because it was about damn time that the world found out how much of a sneaky son of a bitch you are. I don't understand why you even bothered contacting Colby about me because your first thought should have been about how much I would feel if you ever did that. Then, you should have thought about how the rest of the group would have responded to your actions!"

"You were on my mind the entire time, Saraya," Declan spoke up loudly as the room got silent, "When I was with Arnold, I kept think about how you, Desiree and everyone would have felt when I did this part of the plan. Before you go insulting me and throwing accusations at me, I just want to inform you that this is all part of the 'best plan ever'. The first step was getting the plan approved by Stephanie, the second plan was reforming The Shield, and the third step is destroying Team Arnold from the inside. The only way for this plan to work was for only Colby and me to know about it. I fucked up that part because you became some emotional bitch."

"I'm an emotional bitch? The reason why I acted like that was because I like you, Declan. I hate the fact of having a guy you really, really like working for the enemy because it just rips my heart apart. When I saw you talking with Arnold, it broke my heart to a million pieces. How the hell was I supposed to respond to that? I like you, Declan. I like—"Saraya stopped talking when Declan connected her lips to hers. Once again, the room was entirely silent as the two of them were focused on each other. Saraya wasn't sure what to make of this gesture, but eventually, she gave in and kissed him back. The kiss was not moving, but then a lot of motion happened between the two of them as they were in sync with each other the entire time.

Declan rested his forehead to hers, "Trust me," he whispered to her, "Colby and I have this in the bag. Don't go running this secret to the rest of the group. I want them to have that shock factor with them. Next Sunday, is going to be a day that no one will be able to forget." he added on as Saraya nodded, willing to do what he says and then he connected his lips to hers for another lovely kiss.

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_Woohoo! Declan and Saraya kissed! Poor Colby! The group kept pestering him to make up a plan, but he had to play the role as a betrayed person. It might be best in the long run that Colby not tell the group and besides, the next chapter is the match! Will Team Arnold finally be taken down once and for all? Thank you to: justkimmy, Pinayprincesa, Guest, caz21 and FPK101 for your reviews. Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	33. The Battle To End All Wars

_**Human**_

_**There are some things that need to be done and sometimes in a shady way...**_

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Finally, Battleground day had arrived in the WWE as Desiree stayed in the private locker room that was for Jon. She didn't know what it was, but whenever she saw Jon dressed in his tactical ring gear, she knew never to bother him because she wanted him to be in that mental state, before she would meet him behind the flight of stairs that they will walk down of. In the mirror, she admired her reflection as she was in her own version of the tactical ring gear. She had the vest that landed just half way to her stomach and she had the black tactical pants that she loved how they were so baggy. She had on her gloves and she looked like a woman that was not ready to enter battle, but the whole damn war. Desiree was more than excited to be ending this battle with Arnold and for The Shield to be victorious.

She felt some muscular arms wrap around her and felt some warm lips connect with her cheek, she smiled when she saw her fiancé resting his chin on her left shoulder, "I thought that you needed to be in that mental state." she assumed as Jon chuckled at his fiancée's innocence. It was like she was still that same sixteen year old girl that he first met her as. She wasn't though and he was beginning to accept that she was a grown woman, who can make her own decisions. The more that she showed that, the more that he began to love her more and more.

"I did, but I just wanted to say that I finally got our destination for our honeymoon. I figured that as soon as we get married that we go straight to our honeymoon. Sadly, it has to be only a week, but I will promise to make it memorable." Jon informed her as Desiree's eyes widened—they were actually going to be going on a honeymoon after the wedding? It amazed her how Jon would take a week off from the job that he loved to spend that quality time with her.

Desiree smiled and kissed his cheek, "I want to open up about something," she connected her brown eyes with his blue ones as the whole room got silent, "I'm not going back to work after this is all over. I thought that I wanted to be a business woman, but you were right all along with the corporate people—they're just sellouts in a suit. I didn't feel like myself during my time there and I find more enjoyment being with you and being your future wife. I already went to Hunter and Stephanie about this and they fully understand because the things I went through can't be recovered in a week span. I need a lot of time to heal from everything that has been happening. I feel like I need to go back to my roots."

Jon nodded and was happy about her decision to not go back to work. He felt like she wasn't being herself and that she was trying to be someone so people could like her, "Speaking about needing to go back to your roots. I don't want to live in Vegas after the wedding and live at an apartment. I was really considering about moving to Philly, so you can be closer to Darwin and Estelle. I've got nothing to lose, but I really want you to gain something. I want to look at houses and move into an actual home, so we can begin our lives together." he explained as Desiree looked at him. She was absolutely speechless at the fact that Jon was considering relocating to Philly, so she can be closer to the people that she loved.

"I think that we're going to need more than a two bedroom home." she embraced him in a hug because this was some of the most amazing news that she had heard in a while. She loved the fact that Jon was thinking about her happiness, but when he was going to hear her news, it was going to his happiness that mattered to him.

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"Come on, Seth!" Desiree cheered on for Seth Rollins ringside, who was being pulled back to the opposite side of the ring to Corey Graves, who tagged in Batista, who happened the third guy that was a part of Team Arnold. Batista Irish whipped Seth into the corner, who got out of the way and jumped up to the top rope to deliver a cross body. Rollins went for the cover, but Batista kicked out quickly as Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns cheered on their partner. Batista was able to counter and hold up Seth and throw him towards Team Arnold's corner. Batista tagged in Declan Knight as this would be the very first time that Desiree would see Declan or _Dominic Asher_ wrestle. It was two highflyers and architects that knew their teams very well.

The two wrestlers locked up as Dominic was able to connect with a headlock and bounce off the ropes. He kept applying pressure to Rollins on his neck as he brought him down to his knees, but Seth was able to push him towards the roles and connected with a rollup, but Dominic kicked out quickly as the two of them had an exchange of looks. Then, the two of them began to lock up with each other as Dominic sent Seth to the opposite corner as the referee began to count, the referee pulled Dominic away after the count of five as Batista and Corey got a few cheap shots, before he went to resume his torture on Seth. With Rollins on the bottom rope, Dominic stepped on his throat as he pulled on the rope, before the referee went to a count of five again.

Desiree watched ringside as she began to get worried for the architect of The Shield as Dominic went for another cover after connecting with face buster, but Seth was able to kick out on two. Dominic knew that he has to risk himself for the good of the team. He left Seth on his back as he went to the top rope. He was going to connect with his flying clotheslines that everyone in the Indies raved about because this was a move that he could do at any part of the arena and the ring was nothing to him at all. Dominic went flying, but Seth was able to spring back up and carried him like a fireman, but he then ran to the turnbuckle and connected with a power bomb. The momentum of the power bomb knocked the win that he recently gained back as he knew that he could have to tag either Dean or Roman into the match. While, Dominic tagged in Corey Graves, Seth tagged in Roman Reigns.

The whole WWE Universe went while as Roman connected with a few powerful clotheslines that were enough to knock Corey to the mat each time. He then grabbed Corey and connected with a Samoan drop as he quickly went for the cover, Corey was able to kick out, but that did not mean that he was in a huge amount of pain. Roman took a step back as everyone knew that was going to go on. He was going to connect with his Superman punch and this was a punch that no one wanted to be a victim of. He punched his fist on the mat a few times as he noticed that Corey was getting up. Roman went jumping up, but Corey was able to attack Roman's ankle and then connect with Lucky 13, his submission hold as Roman began to scream in pain as he tried to punch and claw his way out of the hold.

Desiree began to get concerned as she looked at Roman having Lucky 13 locked on him. She had listened to Jon about how it was not fun being locked in that submission hold and just looking at the pain that was written all over Roman's face, she knew that Jon was not lying to her at all. Dean could see that Roman was fading out because of the pain that he was in, so he decided to get inside the ring and kick Corey in the head as the referee tried to push Dean to go back to his side of the ring. All of the sudden, Dean was pulled to the floor by someone and it was Dominic Asher himself as Dean checked his nose to see if he was bleeding as he jogged backwards back to his side as the WWE Universe booed.

Meanwhile inside the ring, Corey went for the cover on Roman, who kicked out at two and a half. Corey began to punch Roman in the skull, before the referee pulled him back. Desiree and Seth were checking on Dean ringside, to make sure that everything was going alright with him, while checking on all the action ringside. Seth knew that he couldn't lose control of where everyone was at all times, even though they thrived on that. Corey then tagged in Batista back into the match as Batista loved that his team was dominating the match. There was not a single argument that went on within their group and that is what he loved about that. He continued to press on Roman's stomach as he groaned in pain. He got a good chuckle doing that because he was glad that it wasn't him on the opposite side of the spectrum.

Meanwhile, Dean was able to get himself up, while Seth and Desiree helped him, but Dominic and Corey began to attack Seth and Dean, who were fighting back the best that they could. Desiree tried to distance herself from the fight, but she noticed how smug Arnold looked ringside. It angered her as she kept getting visions of herself in the past. The horrible visions that caused her to snap. She held her head, trying to block the visions of hatred and negativity from her skull, but she couldn't stop picturing Jon being so crushed and heartbroken. Desiree let out a growl as she walked up to Arnold and slapped him across the face as he fell back to the floor. Arnold could not believe that had happened. He thought that she was acting this way because her team was on the verge of losing. Then, Desiree began grab Arnold and punch him around, before he crawled himself away from her to get a mic.

"I don't expect anything else from a sore loser like yourself," Arnold told her as he got himself up, "But, if you guys have to lose, let it be with all you have. So, I say that this match is No Disqualification!" he shouted as the WWE Universe began to cheer. The Shield recruited outside to form up with a game plan as Dominic went outside the ring to get two steel chairs. Corey and Batista took inside the ring as they stood united next to each other. Dominic side inside the ring to stand close to his teammates as Desiree stood next to The Shield with a mic in her hand.

"There is something that you don't understand Arnold," Desiree spoke up, before handing the mic to Dean, "No Disqualification just gives us a bigger advantage," Dean then handed the mic to Roman, "But, why enter the ring right now with the people that I trust, when you're men are not in the same page," he handed the mic to Seth, who had a smirk on his face," Why enter the ring, when there is always a plan B?" he asked in a sly way as Dean and Desiree had no clue what was going on. Corey and Batista took a few steps closer to them as Dominic swung the steel chair at Batista's back as he went falling to the bottom ring ropes. Corey, Dean, Roman, Desiree and specifically Arnold looked at Dominic with shock and confusion as Arnold yelled for Corey to get Dominic, but he ended up having a steel chair smashed to his gut as he grabbed Corey and connected with Slaying The Dragon, which was a cloverleaf, while kneeling on the opponents back. Then, he grabbed Batista and did the same thing to him as he exited out the ring, not daring to look at anyone in the eye. Then, Roman tagged Dean into the match as Batista tagged in Corey in the match, who was still recovering from the Slaying The Dragon finishing move. Corey pushed Dean, who was able to bounce himself back into the ring and connect with a clothesline. The whole WWE Universe began to cheer as Dean looked at Arnold with a huge and sinister smirk on his face as he grabbed Corey and connected with Dirty Deeds for the win.

However, what they didn't know was this war was far from over.

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_So, will Arnold continue to fight or will he just drop it and move on? Also, what is up with Desiree? What is her special news to Jon? The next two chapters are like: WOW! It involves something that you have never seen coming! :) Thank you to: justkimmy, Guest, ChaingangDiva and Angela Marie Herrera for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	34. The Night Before The Wedding

_**Human**_

_**Tensions can rise at the night before a wedding; it is where all the emotions are out...**_

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It was the night before Desiree is supposed to marry Jon. She had never envisioned for this day to come, but it was actually coming. This week had to be one of the best, but most nerve wrecking week that she had ever experienced. First, The Shield was able to defeat Arnold, when Declan revealed that he was in Team Desiree all along. It turns out—Declan was a lot like Desiree, he was as sneaky as her even. Desiree was staying at the Disneyland Hotel alone because apparently, the bride and groom cannot see each other the night before because it is bad luck and they want to see that element of surprise on their faces, when they see each other down the aisle. She had to admit it, but she hoped that this would be the last time that Desiree and Jon would have to be alone as just significant others, but the next time that they will see each other, they will be husband and wife and she was really excited to end their story in a lovely note and begin the new story of their lives together.

Desiree took a seat on the Sleeping Beauty's castle bed sheets that came with the suite and looked up at the ceiling—she could till not believe that she was going to be marrying Jon. Desiree Harper was going to be marrying Dean Ambrose? She would always question in her mind about what made her so lucky from the other girls and how come the odds were always in her favor, but there was always challenges standing right in front of her? She patted her stomach, where a baby would be inside of her as she began to talk to it.

"I don't know what gender you would be, but if you're a girl, I would love to name you Belle—like from _Beauty and The Beast_—or whatever Jon likes. I want him to have a huge part in the naming process, but if you're a boy, I want to name you Flynn—you know? Like Flynn Rider from_ Tangled_! However, it will have to depend with what your father thinks. I want him to have a huge part in the wedding as well! He puts the bread in the table, so I have no other choice." she joked around as she put a smile on her face as she lied on the bed.

Meanwhile, Jon was sitting in the hallway of her hotel room, listening to the conversation that she was having—he missed being with her and these two hadn't spent much time with each other as they are going through the last preparations of the wedding. The last time that they saw each other was this morning at the rehearsals, but he still missed her like hell, "You're pregnant." he whispered speechlessly as he couldn't believe the things that he was hearing.

He was going to be a father, not only a husband, but a father.

"I don't know, if your father will appreciate the news because he has had a rough childhood and he didn't have a father that was consistent with his life. I would love to see him playing dolls with you or even throwing a baseball—he may have made his team lose once, when he was young, but his heart was in the right place. This is the best thing about your father—his heart is in the right place, but I'm afraid to tell him. I don't want him to back away and we're supposed to get married tomorrow. Perhaps, in our honeymoon I can tell him about you, but I will tell him about you!" she assured the baby that was in her stomach—or what she assumed was in her stomach.

A flash of wind struck open her balcony door as she felt the wind send chills down her arms. Desiree rose up from her bed and close the balcony door as it refused to close because she had saw someone else's hand block her from closing it. Her heart dropped when she looked into the blue eyes of Arnold Roberts, a man, in which she thought that she would never look at again, "You thought that this was over, Desiree?" he grabbed her wrist and threw her against the wall, "You honestly, that that this fairytale would end with you and Jon's magical wedding?" he released a dark chuckle as Desiree tried to keep as calm as possible, "When will you accept that the only ending that will be happening in this story is _yours_?" all of the sudden, he pulled out a kitchen knife. The blades on the knife looked sharp and deadly; it was something that Des did not want to be in the sight of.

Desiree tried not to focus on the knife, but it was difficult with Arnold taunting to place it on her neck, "This is over, Arnold. Why can't you get that?" she responded sounding so breathy. Man, was she afraid for her safety now, "The Shield beat you and your goons. Declan was actually with us the entire time? Why can't you get that through your thick skull? You lost, we won. Why can't you just let us live in peace?" she asked, starting to get some more power in her voice, but she was still afraid of Arnold, but she wasn't going to let him know that.

Arnold chuckled darkly again, "I wonder how Jon would feel to find out that he won't be arriving at a wedding, but a _funeral?"_ he smirked at the woman that he held a knife against.

"If it must be a funeral, let it be yours," Jon emerged from the shadows as Arnold let out a sinister laugh. A wave a relief came from Desiree, but it quickly disappeared when Arnold grabbed Desiree and placed the knife near her throat. If Jon were to have made one move and Desiree's throat will be slit. Jon knew that he had to be smart and find a way to get Desiree out of harm's way, "This is what Arnold Roberts has stooped to? Trying to kill Desiree just because he couldn't get the job done at Battleground?"

"You don't understand this, Good," Arnold responded, "I think that the two of you together should have never happened. Desiree and Asher were wonderful together and then you stepped in the way and stole her heart right from Asher's nose. You stole that one ounce of happiness right from my brother!" Arnold snapped as Des and Jon exchanged a look with each other in confusion—Arnold's revenge was for Asher? It did not make any sense at all—if Asher really wanted Desiree back, he could have called her. She was only a phone call away; this did not make any sense to either of them at all? Asher only lusted for Desiree and wanted to exploit her because it might have scared Desiree into proving that her father, Dustin was right all along.

"Your motives do not make sense at all," Desiree responded, trying to find a way out of his grip, "My father paid Asher to woo me to stay in Grand Rapids and your motive is that you want to avenge Asher? Asher never had feeling for me. He manipulated my feelings for him, so that he could do as what my dad wanted him to do. Seriously, why are you doing this to us? Why are you making my and Jon's life a living nightmare because I am not the same person that I once was! I need an answer for everything now because this doesn't make sense to me anymore."

"Jon manipulated you into breaking Asher's heart!" Arnold exclaimed like the answer should have been obvious to her. Jon rolled his eyes because Arnold was now talking a lot of shit that he knew was not true at all, "You should have let Asher had you that night at Homecoming. You would have been perfect for the family, but you decided that you loved Jon way more than you had feeling for Asher that night. If you loved Asher, you would have stayed with him!" now, Arnold was talking a bunch of crap as Desiree and Jon were still confused over Arnold's motives.

"You were the mastermind all of this time," Desiree spoke up as Arnold smirk, "All this time, I thought that my father was the bad guy in all of this, but Arnold, you're the one that is making my father seem like the bad guy, you were the one that made Asher almost rape me. You were the one that drugged me at the club. Every single thing that has happened has been your fault! I know, what you're true motive is against me!" she spoke up as Arnold smiled evilly.

"Tell it to the world, Desiree!" Arnold singsong as he moved the knife around.

"You're one of the many college student that I beat for the internship," Desiree admitted as the memory was finally clear in her mind. She could almost see it like a vivid picture because the reason why Arnold hates her guts is because she beat not only Declan, but Arnold, who was a college student at the time, for the internship to intern for The Shield. The memory was finally clear to her—Asher had brought up to her that her brother had did the same internship that she won and he was upset about the loss, "Asher told me when I was dating him. You wanted this internship, but you came in third against a senior Declan Knight and a junior Desiree Harper and you couldn't be outsmarted by a couple of immature children, so you decided to go to my father to be that influencer and not get me to end up doing the internship. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out."

"However, it took you until just now to figure all of that out. I expected more from you, Desiree. You had a four point three grade point average, but it took you until now to figure out why I am not very liking of you. I was guessing that you were too infatuated with my brother to even come to the realization that I've been planning your demise for the past couple of years. I've watched your every word, step and emotion that was within you. I knew what made you happy, what made you sad and what I've done most of the time—what drove you insane," Arnold smirked as he looked back at Jon, who kept looking at Desiree, "Have you always wondered why I've been steps ahead of you?"

"You're just an opportunist," Jon concluded, "You are someone that let their obsession grow to the point, where the obsession became unhealthy. You've had Desiree solved like a puzzle. You knew everything about her and even things that she has yet to figure out about herself. You've waited for the perfect opportunity to place your plan in motion. All of these years…"

"Jon, I've also learned about the people that are in her life. For example, I know that you're a street dog that comes from a broken family—crack whore of a mother and a father that you've never known of. You barely graduated high school, but you did because you're a really good test taker, who is good at eliminating options. Also, you're responsible for letting your sweet and adorable cousin get inserted into the foster care system. You've tried to protect her, but you couldn't. So, you vowed that you will protect Desiree making up for faults." Arnold explained as Jon didn't know if he should be impressed of freaked out that Arnold knew some information about his life. It was freaky how he was able to know that kind of stuff.

"You're not the only one that knows things about the other," Desiree explained, still fearing for her life that the knife will slip through her throat, "I know that you're a pathetic man that can't let the past stay in the past. You're a pathetic man that has hold on to this one thing and it has destroyed you and moved on from creating new and great things to happen with you. You Arnold Roberts are a pathetic piece of sh—"Arnold knocked Desiree to the ground with a ferocious slap to the face as she looked at him in disbelief.

Jon refused to stand there and let his future wife get slapped to the face as he launched himself to Arnold and threw him to the floor. The anger had finally taken over him as Arnold threw him against the night stand that was on the side near the balcony door, making the lamp shatter to the floor. Arnold decided to grab Jon by the neck and his lead him towards the glass balcony door, but Jon was able to reverse as the two of them go crashing through the balcony door. The glass shattered at some parts outside and in the carpet inside the room. Meanwhile, Desiree tried reaching for her iPhone that was on the other nightstand as she tried to text a certain number, but she was so scared to look at the number that she just texted.

_"Arnold's assaulting us. Please help." she texted and then send the text._

Looking at the balcony, she noticed that Arnold was trying to throw Jon off the balcony and it's a big drop to the parking lot, if the drop were to happen. Desiree did not want to envision Jon paralyzed or worse of all, dead. So, the best thing that she could do was prevent that from happening. She jumped on Arnold's back and attempted to apply a sleeper hold on him, but Arnold threw Desiree from over his head as she landed badly on her head. Jon was able to use the distraction for his benefit as he elbowed Arnold and threw him against the wall to check on Desiree.

"Shit, are you okay?" Jon asked her in concern as Desiree held her head and grabbed his hand, which was assisting her back up and plus, his assumption that she was expecting a child made him even more concerned because she shouldn't be doing these types of things.

"We've got not time to worry about that," Desiree pulled him towards inside the room as Jon angled his head down the balcony, "We're not going to do that." she pointed out to him, in case the next words that came out of his mouth were suggesting that they should jump down the balcony and prepare for the wrath of Arnold.

The soon-to-be husband and wife looked down the cliff to see a garbage truck landed literally under them as Jon sat on the edge of the balcony, "Come on Des," he held out his hand for her to accept, "Do you trust me?" he asked her as she looked back at Arnold, who was preparing to get right back up to resume his attack on the two of them.

Desiree accepted his hand, "I trust you."

Jon smiled as him and Des looked down at the garbage truck, "On the count to three—"

"Fuck that, Arnold's getting awake." she took Jon as the two of them jumped down the balcony. This may have been the night before the wedding, but to Arnold…

This was the fight before the wedding.

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_So, it seems like Desiree is expecting a little Des or a little Jon. Also, we got that batshit crazy Arnold after them, so this means a fight! Just to inform you all, the there will be fighting in the next chapter and Desiree will be involved in the action! It might be good or bad, but this next chapter is going to be a dark, dark chapter because it will involve a twist that you might have not seen coming! Thank you to: Angela Marie Herrera, Guest, justkimmy and FPK101 for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	35. The Fight Before The Wedding

_**Human**_

_**Sometimes, extreme measures are taken to end things once and for all...**_

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Desiree and Jon ran to the entrance of Disneyland as Jon grabbed Des on the shoulders, telling her to step aside as he tried to kick the small gate open, which was used to close the entrance, when it was closing time for them. Once that he kicked the small gate open, the two of them ran inside the park and headed towards Main Street U.S.A. Jon grabbed her hand as he wanted to lead her to safety as he led her to the streets, where it would lead straight for Sleeping Beauty's castle, but in the sides, there were different Disney stores, but on the other side, there was a movie theater, which they normally showed _Great Moments With Mr. Lincoln_, which Desiree always found interesting, but Jon never knew why because he was never a history buff. Jon went ahead of her as he kicked the door open, before going inside with her as they went inside the movie theater. The two of them took a seat near the corner of the room as they caught a breather.

"What the hell was that?" Desiree asked Jon, who kept looking back at the door. Then, he turned back at her.

"He's snapped," Jon whispered, "We need to come up with some strategy, so we can get rid of this loser. We have gone to the point, where we might have a death—at Disneyland! Isn't this place supposed to be happy and all of that crap? We're dealing with this loser and it's two in the morning. We're supposed to get married in about twelve hours and we might not have a wedding, if they find a dead body at Magic Mountain and it's not going to be mine!"

"We need to fight him," Desiree concluded, "This has gone long enough and we can't keep running away from him. Look, we'll take the fight with him to California Adventure. I'll lead him to the Tower of Terror, while you control the ride. If there comes other problems like Asher, we'll fight him at Frontierland, Critter Country, New Orleans Square or even Mickey's Toontown, but we need to keep those two separate."

Unexpectedly, the theater screen went off as _Steamboat Willie_ began to play. All of this was beyond creepy to them because the only people in this movie theater was them, "What in the hell?" Jon asked as he looked around.

"You're right Desiree," they could hear Asher Roberts' voice being echoed around the room as Desiree and Jon looked around from where the voice was coming from, "We don't need to do this anymore. This has gone on long enough and we don't need to continue this. So, why not end it?" Jon heard Desiree squeal in fear as Asher connected with a chokehold on her. She kept struggling to get out of the hold as Jon tried to grab Desiree's hand and then push Asher away from her. Asher elbowed Jon as he grabbed Desiree and placed her on his shoulders and exited out the movie theater. Jon ran in the speed of lightening, doing his best to catch up to Asher and Desiree.

"Let go of her!" Jon shouted as Asher pulled out a small pocketknife and placed it near her neck. A smirk grew in the younger Roberts brother's face as Jon knew that he had to be careful with his words of this will not end up pretty at all.

"Or else what, Jon?" Asher asked, feeling confident, "You'll kill me? You shouldn't be the one sending me death wishes, when your fiancée's life is in my hands. One slit in the throat and she is dead. I might place her in Mark Twain's Riverboat and have someone find her body the next day, week, month or even years from now. So, you make one step close at the wrong direction and I will promise you that Desiree is done for!"

Jon knew that he had to get Desiree out of harm's way, but how could he do that when Asher promised to kill her if he were to make one step? There was no other exit that he could use and attack Asher from behind and Desiree was just gasping for some air that she could use to revive herself back to life. There was no other way that he could do that. He exchanged a look for Desiree as she was scared for her own life. Was her life going to end now?

A female growl was heard as Asher was speared against a glass mirror, making it shatter to pieces. Jon could have not been in more relief to find Declan Knight, Saraya Jade-Bevis and Colby Lopez to be the ones to save the day for him and Desiree. Des was able to sneak out of Asher's grasp, when the battle cry of Saraya was heard. She landed next to the fortune teller as she hid behind it, taking a little peak of Asher on the floor, "Is he dead?" she whispered as she was afraid that Declan had finally done it—he finally killed Asher.

"Oh, I wish he were dead," Declan responded as he cracked his knuckles with his other hand in a harsh way, "But, he's alive," he gave a little smirk as Desiree exposed herself from the fortune teller as she stood next to Colby, "I ended up getting your text and figured that you weren't far from the hotel. I decided to rally up the gang and try our luck with finding you guys here, but from Jon's loud voice and your shrills, I figured that we found you guys."

"I honestly thought that we were done with this Arnold and Asher drama, but it seems like these guys don't know when to quit," Colby talked after Declan as he looked at Jon, "Arnold confronted the two of you in the hotel, so I am guessing that Arnold's going to be around here soon, so I supposed that the two of you should hide somewhere else because this place needs to be good for the wedding."

"We're going to try to take the fight to California Adventure. Of course, we're not going to try to damage anything, but if Arnold wants to play dirty than we will play dirtier," Jon grinned as Desiree returned to his side, "Look, if there is no sound from us in the morning, then call the police because Arnold had finally killed us." he joked as Desiree slapped him in the arm.

"That is not funny, Jon," Desiree didn't think that Jon should be joking in death, when they are risk of it, "We are not going to die in the hands of Arnold. We need to think about the best thing that could happen with us. We can't hold anything back now. I think that we should lure Arnold at the Tower of Terror. So, we should get going now."

"Alright, good luck with Arnold," Saraya gave her a small smile, before kicking Asher as Jon and Desiree left. Colby, Saraya and Declan all surrounded Asher, who was trying to get himself back up, "Come back up, Asher! Where is that courageous man that wanted to fight a woman just a few minutes ago?" she scuffed, "You're done for good, Asher! You will not bug anyone anymore."

Asher chuckled darkly as the three other people backed away from him as Asher began to get right back up, "You honestly think that this is over? It's not over until Jon and Desiree are done for! Do you three not realize that you have been pawns all along to Arnold and I that it's never been about you or Colby for me, but about _Declan_?" he looked at Declan with crazy eyes.

Asher had lost it now.

"Come on and fight me, bro! Before Arnold and I have to escape, we need to have one last go. One for the ages! Come on, Declan! Let's have a second and last round!" Asher taunted Declan with his hands, trying to make him fight Asher.

Colby placed a hand on Declan's shoulder, "Don't do it. He's trying to have a fair fight and this guy is undeserving of one. Don't buy into his games, he is trying to stoop you down to his level." he tried to talk some sense into Declan, who was in a process of thinking about what he should do? Should he listen to Colby, who was his fellow mastermind of everything? Or should he give in to Asher's games and kick the holy shit out the guy?

Declan looked at Saraya, which made her figure out his next move, "Don't you even think about fighting him?" she snapped at him, trying to be his voice of reason, "This is done for, Dec. You need to just hold him down and we'll just call the cops. We can't afford to pay for any of these damages and besides, Desiree and Jon's wedding is around this area. We can't afford to have a murder at Disneyland!"

Declan took off his shirt, which exposed his six pack, which would make any girl swoon at him, but Saraya tried to keep her composure as he cupped her cheeks, "Babe, just shut up. Your _knight_ in shining armor has this in the bag." he kissed her softly as he handed her his shirt.

Saraya rolled her eyes, "I don't care how many times you say that, but it's not going to catch on, but kick his ass, sweetheart." she grinned as Declan approached Asher and it was then that the two men went into battle.

* * *

Meanwhile, Jon and Desiree had finally made their way to California Adventure and made their way inside the Hollywood Tower of Terror as Jon kicked the gate down hardly as Desiree went in first as Jon stood behind her as Desiree looked at the machine and it's components for a moment. She saw that there was a lot of buttons and switches that it could be easily for someone to get one of these wrong.

"Look, this should be very common and easy," Desiree spoke to him, "The green button means on, the red means off. The black switch is to stop the machine and the big yellow one is to drop. The advice about the drop is that no one should see it coming. It should be unexpected so that people have a heart attack, when they are dropped one hundred feet down. I'll try my best to give you a hint to drop the machine, but if Arnold comes to me and my life is in danger, then you know what to do." she assumed as Jon nodded. The machine and its compartments seemed easy that even a three year old could do it.

"Are you sure that you don't want to be out there? I don't think that I could trust you with Arnold inside there. It's going to be locked and what if I can't get inside when you really need me?" Jon asked, being a little concerned that his future wife was going to be locked inside with a man that was more of a lunatic than he was.

Desiree wasn't sure if she wanted to be in the same space as Arnold. The doubt raced through her mind of what if all of this doesn't end up working out? What if this plan ends up crashing down? "I don't know, Jon. This was originally my fight, so I feel the need to be the one to end this. Whatever happens, I want to know that I am fighting for everything that occurred under the hands of this man. You know how to work the machine right?" she asked him as he nodded at her.

"I'll wait for a sign from you. Don't worry, I think that everything will be fine with you," Jon gave her a small and sincere smile as he touched up from her cheek and down to her arm, "I have faith that everything will work out in the end for us." he added on as from the top of the ride, they noticed a human figure coming their way. The two of them knew that it was Arnold and he was still out for their blood. Jon and Desiree looked at each other and nodded; they know what they had to do and they had to do it well.

Desiree entered inside the machine and took a seat on the second row as her brown eyes stared at the front door. She was scared, but she was ready to end this things with Arnold once and for all. She was not going to leave until all of this was over, "Okay, Des," she began talking to herself, "Do it not only for you, but for that little bundle of joy that you are carrying inside of you. You want to show them that mommy can be fearless—even though mommy is about to shit her pants," she whispered so that no one could hear what she was saying. She was not prepared to admit the truth about her pregnancy with anyone as she began to hear footsteps coming her way, "Come up here, Arnold…"

"You know, you're not that bright, Desiree," Arnold Roberts appeared from the shadows with bruises around his face and maybe a little blood on his lip, "Why would you confront your fear and leave yourself out in the open? Where's that man that you called Prince Charming? Where is that knight in shining armor that is going to save the day for you? Why are you not running anymore?" he sounded pretty arrogant and she didn't know why he should be? He basically got his ass kicked before at the hotel. The best thing that he should do is shut his mouth.

The gate slammed closed automatically as Desiree smirked—she knew that was from Jon to send chills down Arnold's spine, "Who said anything about running?" she stood up, knowing the their little game was finally back in her control. Desiree had finally gotten Arnold exactly where she wanted him and that was in a ride, where the only way to go is down.

* * *

Meanwhile, Declan Knight and Asher Roberts found themselves fighting in New Orleans Square. So far, they already damaged the property of Main Street U.S.A. and some of Critter Country. Declan head-butted Asher in the head harshly as Asher held his head back as he countered with a punch to the jaw. Declan stumbled back as Asher speared him through a Mickey Mouse trashcan, causing all of the trash to spill back. Declan had automatically thought that this had a street fight vibe to it, but it was a _Disney_ street fight to it.

The two men were feeling the impacts of landing on the concrete, holding different parts of their bodies like their necks and shoulders. Asher got up first as Declan assumed that he felt the impact the least. Asher took Declan and threw him over a merchandise stand, which sold Mickey Mouse hats as Asher took a _Winnie the Pooh_ jump rope and began to choke Declan with it on the neck, "Come on you, cunt!" Asher cursed, "You need to just give up and accept the fact that you're never going to beat me in my own game. I've always been the better man than you and perhaps when I am through with you, I can ask Saraya out on a date."

"I would never go out with you, you loser!" Saraya yelled from the ice cream stand across from the merchandise stand that Asher was choking the hell out of Declan. She was with Colby, cheering on Declan and making sure that if Declan was in sincere trouble that they would come rushing to his aid, "Declan is more man that you can ever dream about!" she shouted again as Declan used that as a distraction to get the upper hand on Asher with a huge shove.

Declan tried to hop over the merchandise stand, but Asher grabbed on to Declan's leg, making the process of hopping over difficult. Colby raced to Declan, trying to pull them over to his side, while Asher was not giving up without a fight. So, Saraya went to pull on Declan's hand and Colby got the other one as they were successful in pulling him out of the merchandise stand, "Dude, we need to end this as soon as we can, please tell me you have a plan because I'm relying on you to come up with something."

Declan titled his head to the side in a cocky fashion, "I might have one or two things in my sleeve that I am waiting to whip out," he looked to the side and that was where he saw Mark Twain's Riverboat, which made Colby and Saraya look at his direction, "You know, I've never been inside the boat before…"

"More vandalism, Declan?" Colby tried to be the voice of reason for Declan, who was not understanding the fact that he could not damage anymore things because it must cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to get them repaired and ready to ride again. Declan rolled his eyes at Colby—what was he? His dad?

"Look bro," Declan responded, "I'll get them fixed since Des and Jon are going to be responsible for anything that happens at Disneyland, so there should be no problems at all." he assured the man that was known as the Architect of The Shield, his fellow mastermind of a buddy with a grin on his face.

Saraya scuffed, "Do whatever the hell you want because Asher is getting out of the merchandise stand!" she informed the men that were dealing with a bit of a disagreement. When Colby and Declan saw Asher getting out of the merchandise stand, they went running inside the boat that was already at its dock. Colby kicked the stand down a few times, before he successfully did so. The three of them went inside the boat as they ran down the little hallway to the other side of the boat. This was the area where it was all going to end.

Colby and Saraya stayed at their side as Declan awaited for Asher, "Come on you stupid piece of shit!" Asher snapped as he entered the same space at the three of them were, "You think that this fight is funny, but it's not getting a chuckle out of me at all," he added on as Declan smirked, he was ready for this fight to be over, "I can't wait to wipe that smirk off your face and make you regret turning your back on us."

Saraya rolled her eyes and from behind, she gave him a low blow as Asher painfully fell down to his knees. She grabbed Asher and threw him over the boat and into the river. Colby and Declan looked at each other—they didn't expect for the fight to end the way that it did, but they were happy, "I was really getting sick of hearing that guy run his mouth over and over again. He's just as annoying as his brother!"

"Wow..." Declan was speechless, "Hell have no furry over a woman's scorn?" he questioned as he looked at Colby.

"I guess, I find him and call the cops?" Colby asked as he pulled out his phone and began to call the cops, leaving Saraya and Declan alone with each other. The two of them wouldn't look at each other in the eyes as they looked at the nighttime sky and the wooden floor of the ship.

"Thank you, Saraya. I totally appreciate it." Declan broke the silence as Saraya bit her lip.

"My pleasure, babe." she grinned.

So, while Declan takes care of his problem with Asher, Desiree was in the middle of life and death as Arnold had Desiree by the neck and began to choke her. She was struggling for air as Jon looked from the control center of the Tower of Doom. All he wanted to do was to be that so-called knight in shinning armor and save Desiree from death, but he had to obey her instructions and that was not come for her rescue. Jon wanted Desiree to be confident and believe that she could end this war with Arnold that should have ended at Battleground. He wanted her to know deep inside of her that Arnold can face defeat and face it for the rest of his life. Arnold poked his fingers through the holes of the cage, while holding on to his hard grasp on Desiree.

"Come on Des, fight back," Arnold began to taunt in a nasty way, giving her his blue crazy eyes of pure evil, "Desiree! Why aren't you fighting back? Do you want to be that Wonder Woman and save your future husband from all the sick and twisted things that were done in the hands of me?" he chuckled evilly as Desiree was turning blue as she begged for air. What did she have to do to make sure that she was breathing? He noticed that Desiree was not fighting back and that she was running out of oxygen. So, he released her throat and threw her against the cage as she bounced to the floor, trying to hold her neck, after she had lost so much air from her lungs. She coughed as the air was slowly returning to her system.

Desiree, with her brown eyes, looked up to Arnold, "Go to hell, you piece of shit." she held her stomach in pain as Desiree held it. She had been hit in the place that she wanted to avoid being hit. She had a child living inside of her; she promised to protect this child from everything evil in the world and there was a possibility that Arnold could have taken a little life away from her. It was at this moment, where she broke down and cry. There was no chance that the little baby would make it through the night. There could be a possibility that she could have miscarried at this moment.

"Why are you crying, Desiree?" he picked up her face as he could feel the wet tears from her face falling down, "You realized that you aren't courageous enough to win this battle on your own? You realize that you are not strong enough to win this battle on your own? You realize that you are weak and pathetic like your fiancé? Why not ask for his help? Why not scream and beg for his help? He could get rid of me. Hell, he could kill me if I wanted to! I've always wanted to die. I've always wanted the story of my life to end like this! I want my story to be read by millions and you're going to be the one that tells my story to the world."

"You're fucking sick," Desiree spat at his face, "I'm not going to tell the story of your life. I think that people will be interested to hear it from the horse's mouth. But, if you want to die, go for it, but I am not going to look at you kill yourself. Arnold, I thought you were a decent human being. I thought you were going to make something of yourself. You did make something of yourself, you made yourself to be the devil. You made yourself into a monster that not even you can control. This wonderful world that you see it as is not perfect," she sighed as she pushed herself away from Arnold and buckled her seatbelt, which holding on to the pole, knowing the last thing that she was going to say were going to be the last words that she ever said to Arnold ever in his life, "Because everything comes crashing down in the end."

That was the cue as Jon released the drop.

The drop was scary as they fell over one hundred feet. Desiree screamed and she could hear Arnold scream, but there was a sudden stop to Arnold's scream, when the ride came to an end. She felt the adrenaline from the ride and it's big drop, but as she sighed. Jon pressed the button, which opened the cage as he came to the door as he spotted Desiree in tears. There was when Jon spotted something that he didn't expect.

Arnold's lifeless body.

Arnold had blood in the back of his head, which he assumed was when the drop occurred, he fell back and his head cracked on the cage door. Everything about Arnold was gone. His blue eyes were not able to be seen as Jon pulled the skin of his eyeballs to find that his eyes rolled back. His tone of skin was getting pale, symbolizing that he was officially dead.

On August 25th, 2019 at 5:10 A.M., Arnold Roberts was announced dead.

Jon and Desiree were done answering questions for the police as a rolling stretcher was brought in as the medics placed Arnold's dead body on it. Then, they covered it up with a white sheet, "I can't believe it." she looked at the stretcher rolling past them in disbelief. Arnold being dead has not processed through her mind. The thought that they had won this war with Arnold was not processing through her.

"We won," Jon did not feel like a winner at all. Someone died, but they knew it wasn't their fault that Arnold died. Well, that is what Desiree kept telling him. Arnold was at fault that he didn't do what the rides required him to do, "Look," Jon said as Desiree looked at him, "I know you're pregnant and that the nurse over there was testing you to make sure that nothing bad happened to the child. Des, when were you going to tell me that you were expecting a child?" he asked, almost feeling hurt that someone that he trusted with all of his heart was hiding secrets from him.

Desiree sighed sadly, "I was going to tell you at the reception. I thought that this would have been a wonderful surprise to you because you had been talking about starting a family with me. I wanted to wait until tonight to tell you, but you know, so... there's no point at informing you."

Jon face palmed himself, he felt like a piece of shit right now, "Fuck, I am the worst fiancé ever, but if you are not in the mood to do this wedding, then we don't have to do anything tonight. We can postpone the wedding and no one needs to know what occurred at California Adventure."

"We're getting married Jon, I have waited too long for this moment and nothing like this is going to stop the plans." Desiree laid down the law with him as she witnessed Colby, Saraya and Declan having Asher captive as he was brought to his dead brother.

"Don't tell me that's him," Asher whispered as tears began to fall down to his cheeks, "Please, don't tell me that's him," he pleaded, knowing exactly what was under the sheet. He was trembling as Jon held Desiree in his arms as she turned her head away from him, "I need to see that it's not him, show me." Saraya turned away, while Colby and Declan refused to look away as the medics revealed the body to find that it was Arnold's body under the sheet. It was then that Asher broke down in tears. His brother, his family was dead, "No! No..." he fell down to the floor. This was all too much for him and that was then that Desiree fell to pieces as well.

* * *

_This is what I meant, when I said that things will take a more dark direction. Who said that ending coming? Why do you think that Desiree reacted that way in the end? The setting for the end between Arnold and Desiree was probably the last place that you expected, but this is why I picked it. Also, did you feel bad for Asher or did he and Arnold get what they deserve in the end? Also, did Desiree's baby live...or was there even a baby to begin with? Thank you to: Angela Marie Herrera, justkimmy, Guest and Ronnie Leigh for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :)_


	36. The Wedding

_**Human**_

_**Marriage is the union of two people who will stick with each other until the very end...**_

* * *

That morning was an emotional one. Arnold Roberts was no longer in this world and his brother Asher was arrested for his assistance in the attempt to murder Declan Knight. The way that Asher fell apart of seeing his brother's lifeless body was too much for Desiree. There was no way that she can clear her eyes from what she saw—even though, it was her worst enemy's body. She was never the one to wish death with anyone, not even Arnold. However, it was her decision to continue the wedding. She felt like she owed something to her friends and family that even came from miles to see her walk down the aisle. Desiree had put on her wedding dress—the one that she picked was a Strapless Cinderella Princess Tulle Ball Gown Wedding Dress that her mother helped her put on. Saraya Jade-Bevis helped Desiree put on the Louis Vuitton Cinderella heels that she had gotten a few weeks back. Leighla Lopez had helped with her makeup and hair, which was done natural and beautiful with browns, champagne colors and maybe a little black here and there.

Let's just say—Desiree looked like a Disney Princess.

"I'm getting married," Desiree said, while she looked into the mirror and Leighla place the vail on top of her head, making sure that her hair remained perfect, "I mean, I'm going to be marrying my best friend—not Declan or Brad, but Jon. Jonathan Good, Dean Ambrose, Jon Moxley. I'm going to be marrying _him_." when she had a chance to think about it, she could not believe it at all. What were the chances of that happened? She thought it would have been slim to none, but apparently, anything is possible if you put your mind to it.

Everything was perfect. Her dress was perfect. Her hair and makeup were perfect. Her shoes were perfect. Even her bridesmaids were perfect. Leighla looked like Princess Jasmine from _Aladdin, _while Saraya looked like Snow White from _Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. _April Brooks looked like Mulan from _Mulan_—even though, she wasn't really considered a princess. JoJo looked like Tiana from the _Princess and the Frog_, Amber looked like Rapunzel from _Tangled_ and Estelle looked like Belle from _Beauty and the Beast_. Hell, Brad even got involved and he dressed like Baileywick from _Sofia the First—_even though, he is not a prince at all.

"Kiddo," Brad placed his hands on her shoulders, "Today is your shining moment! I mean, I have known you for a long time and it's a true honor that you went with me when it comes to being Man of Honor and I hoped that I lived up to your expectations. I have done my best to make sure that this wedding was the best wedding that anyone can have."

Desiree gave one of her heartwarming smiles, "This wedding is perfect and I haven't even looked outside. This wedding is a dream come true. I have always envisioned a wedding like this and I am getting it now. Thank you, Brad." she gave him a hug as the hug made him feel a little uncomfortable. Was she just saying that or was she really thankful for how the wedding turned out?

"You're welcome, Princess Desiree," he bowed to her, "I tried my best for making this wedding the best it has ever been—"

"Not for the wedding," she realized her hug as Brad raised a brow, "For being my friend, when no one else wanted to. For accepting me for my weirdness and joining along, when you felt like you were not being judged at all," she giggled, "I told you that us weirdoes will take over the world one day and now look at us," she made Brad think about it as it seemed to be true. Brad had good momentum going for him as he could possibly be in line for an Intercontinental Championship match, while Desiree was getting married, "I mean, I may not be going back to work, but I feel like we are still taking over the world."

"Desiree," her mother Lauren Harper spoke, "Jon is already walking down the aisle, while the groomsmen are waiting behind the door for all of the bridesmaids. Sami is already with Jon, so Desiree, we need you out there." she instructed her daughter as she checked the hem of her dress, making sure that there wasn't anything that needed to be done last minute to it. Personally, she thought that Desiree looked like a princess and one of the most beautiful women in the world. Her baby girl is now a woman and she disliked to admit that but, Desiree was grown up and suppose, she can let her make her own decisions.

Desiree nodded as she spotted her father in his tux, "You're going to walk me down the aisle," she whispered feel a little emotional, but tried to fight back the tears, knowing that she did not want Leighla doing her makeup, "I didn't think you'd come after everything that has happened between us and Jon."

"I could never stay angry at the both of you," Dustin Harper told his daughter, "I realized that you have finally seen that it was not me that wanted to do those harsh things, but Arnold and I wanted to tell you that for the longest time, but I couldn't because I didn't want to risk your life, but I never realized that I was taking you away from a man that loved you as much as I do. I know, I not the biggest fan of Jon, but he has earned my respect. Now, my job is to give you away to him and hope that I never get you back." he chuckled as Desiree wiped the tear that streamed out of her eyes.

"He won't give me back to you," Desiree responded as she patted her stomach, "He'll give you a lot more than you ever expected."

* * *

_**Desiree**_

My heart began to beat out of my chest. I stood behind the door as my mother, Brad stood behind me as they checked on the train of my dress. They wanted the whole moment to go better than anticipated and I could not blame them at all. I looked to my side and spotted my father as I linked my arm onto his. I haven't been more nervous in my life, well...ever since this morning, where I thought that my life would end. I was so nervous that I wanted to throw up. Well, I assumed it was me or the little bundle of joy that I still have with me. Jon knew about my pregnancy, but he still yet knew the fate of our child. I figured that I would tell him, during the wedding that our baby is still with us that Arnold did add taking away someone's life to the list of awful things that he done.

"This is the first day of the rest of your life," my mother, Lauren said to me with a bright red smile on her face, "I remembered when I married your father. I was a nervous and emotional wreck. Now, it is your turn to be that, but unlike me, you are handling everything with such beauty and elegance. I knew that your dad and I did a fantastic job with raising you to become like that. It's your turn to raise your own children with beauty and elegance or whatever way you and Jon intend to raise them."

"As of right now, I don't know how to raise our child, but I got about nine months to think about that." I admitted to my parents it as the organ began to play the wedding music loudly as my mother's jaw dropped. I smirked at the thought that I just informed my mother that I was expecting a child, but there was no time to get all the pats on the back because it was now my time to get married!

With my father's arm linked to mine, I walked down the aisle as the seating of people from both sides stood up, getting a better look at me. The whole place was beautiful as it was inside _Sleeping Beauty's_ castle. It looked like a traditional church that anyone would attend every Sunday, but it had the graphics of the movie in the glass. Then, I looked down and there was my handsome groom in a black tux. Sami was stood next to him as the groomsmen were on his side and my bridesmaids were on the opposite side. Jon stood there as calm as possible, even though, I believed that he was shaking on the inside. I loved the fact that he pretended that he was confident about the whole wedding because out of the two of us, there needed to be a brave soul and that was him. I was going to probably be the one that ended up crying in front of everyone. I stood on my side as I looked across from Jon. I mouthed hello to him as he did the same thing as we looked at the priest that was going to marry us.

The priest began,"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Jon and Desiree in matrimony commended to be honorable among all; and therefore is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly. Into this - these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

The whole castle was quiet as the priest knew that it was okay to continue, "Who gives this woman to be wed?" he asked as Dustin stepped forward and handed Desiree's hand to Jon's.

"I do." Dustin responded.

The priest said, "I am going to read a passage from 1 Corinthians 13:1-13 and it says: _If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love._"

I could not take my eyes off of Jon as he did not do the same for me. This was a moment that we would love to remember for as long as we live. We wanted to remember the moment, where everything in our lives was so perfect and so in unity that nothing else mattered, but each other. Jon was my whole world; he was the one man that I could not live my life without. He was the one that had been through it all and I was going to let him know that.

"Now, Jon, Desiree, the two of you have written your own vows?" the priest asked as I shook my head no. What was going to come out of my mouth was coming from my heart and not a piece of paper.

"I'm actually going to speak it from my heart," I said as I held Jon's hands and gazed into his eyes, "Jon, I met you at such a young age. I was so lost in my life and I had no confidence at all. I couldn't even talk to you, but there was a part of me that wanted to know you. However, we ended up getting at the wrong foot, but you regretted the way that you have treated me and you promised that you wouldn't make anyone treat me like that. The way you were with me during the first months we met was a way that I never envisioned a guy treating me. I never had a guy treat me that you have treat me before. I was always overlooked and never to their standards, but you showed me that it was never about appearance, but the human within me. Jon, you never treated me like a monster; you treated me like a human being and then, you treated me like a princess. I thought I had a friend for life with you, but when I came back to intern for The Shield for a second time, it wasn't until you kissed me that I realized that a friendship was not a strong enough word to define our friendship, that there was something that could happen between the two of us. It wasn't until you kissed me the second time that I realized that I was in love with you, but just like any love, you have your setbacks and those killed me. If you would have never came for me at that night in Minneapolis that I wouldn't be standing there talking to you, " the tears were already falling down my face as this was a time that I considered myself to be an open book: exposed and with so much vulnerability, "You went for your heart that night and I loved you for much for it. I loved that you fought for us, when I have already given up. You have given me the best five years of this relationship and now, we have an opportunity to be husband and wife and have a child. A nice, healthy, baby and with two parents that want the world for it. Jonathan Good, I promise that I will be the best wife, friend and mother and make you the happiest man in the world. I love you so much." I wiped the tears away from my face as I was getting emotional.

"Oh Des, stop crying, you're going to make me cry," Jon joked around as he tried to hold back the tears, the audience laughing at the comment, "Man," he was speechless as he wondered, how he would be able to top my vows, "Before I met you, nothing made sense to me. You just had a way of lighting up my day in those dark moments of my life. When I first met you, I was an asshole, but you never stayed angry with me, you found a place in your heart to forgive me and I am forever thankful for that. I know I have never been an open book that you learned bits and pieces about me as life went on, but I appreciated that you never pressures me to open up about myself and that you were very patient about me. There was things about my life that I never opened up to my closest friends that you know about and you never judged me for one moment. During the first months that I met you, I tried my hardest to fight my feelings for you. I thought it was wrong for me to have an attraction towards you because I was thinking about my next stages in the WWE, while you were trying to graduate high school, but I gave into those emotions and I personally did not care what anyone thought about me. I stopped caring during that night in Minneapolis and I just wanted to be with you. I didn't want to be with the stellar beauty that I am looking at right now, I wanted to be with Desiree Harper and only Desiree Harper. Those next five years have been the best five years that I had ever spent with anyone. You have a way of making anyone feel comfortable and you had such of way of getting what you wanted out of people that I was glad that I had someone that wanted me to go wrestle every single day and win championships after championships. You ignited the fire in me in so many ways and I thank you for giving me a chance to chase my dreams, but I am no longer chasing because my dream is right here," Jon began to shed down to his cheeks as Desiree wiped them from his cheeks, "I promise that everything will be better as a married couple. I promise that our child will have a father that loves him or her and that I will tell stories about their beautiful mother and how she never cared about Jon Moxley or Dean Ambrose that she really cared about Jon Good, the man behind those characters. Desiree, I will promise to treat you like a queen and to make you the happiest woman in the world because it is safe to say you have the key to my heart. I love you to death."

I touched the key shaped necklace that Jon had given me about five years ago. I had the necklace and he had the heart, so when the two connected. It would be the key to his heart.

"Now, Jon," the priest said, "Repeat this: I Jon, take you Desiree to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before. I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward for as long as we both shall live."

"I Jon, take you Desiree to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before. I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward for as long as we both shall live." Jon repeated as I smiled at him and wiped my eyes.

"I Desiree, take you Jon to be my husband, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before. I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward for as long as we both shall live." I repeated confidently as it sounded so effortless coming out of my mouth.

"Now, who has the rings?" the priest asked as Sami Callihan stepped forward with the two rings on a black pillow.

"I have the rings." Sami responded as Jon and I took a ring.

"Jon, now repeat after me," the priest instructed, "I Jon give you Desiree this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you." he slide the ring into my ring finger as I smiled.

"I Desiree, give you Jon this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you." I said as Jon smiled at me.

"Now, let's join in prayer," the priest said as everyone bowed their heads in prayer, "Dear God, look mercifully upon your children, Jon and Desiree, and be generous with them. Give them a sense of joy, excitement, possibility, and challenge about what they are undertaking here, the ever-unfolding and beautiful work of refining their spirits in the presence of each other's witness, of becoming the bearers of your love. Give them peace of heart and strength of spirit so they may honor the vows they make here today. And may the promises they make here today inspire and instruct each of us who celebrates with them. Amen," the priest finished as everyone said Amen, "By the power vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

The whole castle broke into applause as Jon and I had our first kiss as a married couple. Being married to this man was unbelievable to me. This was a moment that I never envisioned in my life, but it happened. For the first time in a long time, everything was great for me. There was nothing in the world that could ruin this moment, I present to you Mr. and Miss. Jonathan Good!" the whole castle broke into applause again as the two of them leaded the way outside of the castle. Finally, they were outside as the two of them connected with another kiss.

"You look so beautiful in that dress." Jon smiled at me as I rested her head on his chest.

"You look handsome in that tux, can't you believe it?" I asked him, not believing that the we are married. It seemed like almost half a decade of build up and the moment had finally arrived with us.

"It's going to take me a while to adjust to everything, but I ready to start my life with you two," he rubbed my stomach as I giggled, "I'm glad that our child is okay because I can't wait to see you!" he talked to my stomach.

"We can't wait to start our lives with you as well." I spoke as Jon and I connected with another kiss.

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_The feels of this chapter though! I wanted this chapter to be as emotional and beautiful as possible. I thought that making a majority of the chapter in Desiree's point of view would help you guys see things from her perspective. Sadly, the next chapter is the last one out of the Jon and Desiree story and it's going to be a flash forward with their little family. :) Thank you to FPK101, Guest, justkimmy and Angelica Herrera for your reviews! Please favorite, follow and review! :) _


	37. I'm Only Human

_**Human**_

_**I never said I was an angel, no; I never said I wouldn't break down; But life keeps on moving; By now you should know; I'm only human...**_

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Jon planned on taking Desiree to Shanghai, China as their honeymoon. This was the place where they first made love to each other. This was the first place, where Jon made his wish with the paper lanterns and it turned out that his wish came true. Desiree had learned what she truly wanted in life and that was Jon and only Jon. A five months after honeymoon and wanting to know nothing about the child, but only if it was healthy, Desiree and Jon had went to the baby doctor to get their child checked and it was learned that they were having a baby girl and there was also another baby on the way. Desiree had to ask the doctor a few times that she was pregnant with another child_, on top_ of having the baby girl. The doctor said that she was five months with the baby girl and there was another life forming inside of her that was four months. Desiree almost fainted, but thank God for Jon!

On May 20th 2020, Desiree gave birth two fraternal twins named Isabelle "Belle" Adria Good and Flynn Andres Good. The twins were five pounds and they came out as healthy as any parent would want. Jon and Desiree never thought that they could be in love with someone else other than each other, but when they held those two in their arms, their whole lives and perspectives changed. After their wedding, they moved back to Philadelphia—where Desiree's roots lied. This was the place where Dustin and his wife, Estelle lived and this was where she wanted to spend her life with Jon. On the other hand, Jon had a lot of friends here, so it would not be like he would be in Philly as a loner, but he had to remember that he had a wife and two kids to provide for. Desiree remained at home with the children, while Jon made all the money at home. She liked it that way and Jon knew that she would be safer that way.

Stephanie McMahon-Levesque had offered Declan Knight and Colby Lopez into a spot in the creative writing team, but Declan really wanted to focus on moving up to the main roster, while Colby still had years in his WWE career that he would love to use up. However, Steph always said that the opportunity was open to either of them, if they changed their mind. They felt like the creative writing team needed someone like the two of them, who had fresh ideas that could catapult the WWE into the next level. Colby had to leave about three years later, after learning that Leighla was expecting a child as Ivana Mae Lopez was born on March 20th 2022 in six pounds, two ounces.

Saraya went on to beat JoJo for the Divas Championship for the fifth time in her WWE career. The Divas Division could not have been better with Divas like Charlotte, Becky Lynch, Sasha Banks, and Alexa Bliss in the Diva. She felt like she needed to be the role model that the current generation of Divas and even future generations wanted to look up to. Speaking of Divas Champion, JoJo had married her fiancé Randy Orton in a year after Jon and Desiree got married. Desiree was one of the bridesmaids and the wedding was so traditional and beautiful.

What about Joe? Well, he may have not been there to see Arnold or Asher get justice served, but he had heard all about it and thought that he dodged a bullet. He had been with Amber, spending the night with her and felt like an asshole that he did not assist them, but the gang could understand and accepted his apology. He decided to take the same direction that his cousin Dwayne did and do a couple of movies. It turned out that Joe had the look that some Hollywood producers loved and thought that he would do well in a few action movies that will be coming out the year after.

"Mommy! Look what I made you!" a five year old Isabelle or Belle for short, eagerly asked for her mother's attention as she was washing the dishes. Desiree had washed the last white plate as she dried it with a green cloth and placed it on the rack, before drying her hands with her apron. She noticed that Belle had drawn another picture of her, mommy, daddy and Flynn with an orange sun and green grass that was drawn the only way that a five year old could, "It's you, daddy, Flynn and me! I sure miss daddy. When will he be back home?"

"First, your daddy will be back in about tonight. Second, I think that is a beautiful picture and that you did an excellent job at it. Way a go, girl! Maybe tonight, you can show your daddy it. You always make him so jealous with your drawing abilities." Desiree joked as Belle giggled. She laughed the exact way that she did; however, she did get Jon's eyes, but her black hair.

"I know right?" Belle joked back, "He is begging me for lessons!"

Desiree smiled, "You're just the little artist in the family, huh? I can see you painting the next Mona Lisa! Now enough with boosting your ego, how about you get your brother and tell him that your uncle Colby, auntie Leighla and Ivana are going to be here for dinner? Tell him that he needs to wash up." she instructed her daughter, who was an obedient little girl and went up the stairs to her brother Flynn's bedroom.

Belle noticed that Flynn was watching some old wrestling tapes from Desiree's laptop. The two fraternal twins were different in their own ways. Belle was more artistic and outgoing, while Flynn was a little shy and eccentric, the combination of Jon and Desiree. He was someone that did not like going outside and preferred to stay inside and learn the history of professional wrestling. Jon had appreciated that Flynn took interest in wrestling a lot more than Belle did. The little girl was in the stage, where she thought that boys did boy things and girls did girl things. According to her, wrestling was a boy thing, but Jon knew that Belle will grow up to the idea, when she finally learns that girls can be professional wrestlers.

"Flynn, mommy said that uncle Colby, auntie Leighla and Ivana are going to come and she wants you to get ready." Belle instructed her brother in a polite way as Flynn paused the video and looked at his sister. Flynn had Jon's brown hair and blue eyes; however, he was able to gain Desiree's smile and engagement with a certain topic. The first time that Flynn saw Jon wrestling, he fell in love with the sport and wanted to know everything about it. So, Jon gave him one of his old wrestling tapes that he once stole from a DVD store in Cincinnati and he said that the little boy would earn more DVDs if he really showed that he was serious in learning about the art of professional wrestling.

"Come on! I wanted to see Shawn Michaels versus Razor Ramon in the ladder match for the Intercontinental Championship!" he whined, when Belle shut the laptop closed. He then crossed his arms across his chest in protest.

"You need to get away from your room every now and then, you are so isolated that you don't realize that there is a world in front of you. Besides, technology is overrated like mom said. We need to socialize with people, so we can feel that warm feeling of connection." Belle knew a little more vocabulary than her brother because she would listen to her mother rant about technology, everyday going home from karate class. It wasn't even her decision to take the class, but Desiree had insisted that she knew how to defend herself, whenever someone wanted to hurt her. Belle never bothered to ask questions about it, but she did wonder sometimes, why her mom was so strict on her knowing how to defend herself.

"Ugh! You've been hanging around mom again! I can't wait until daddy comes home! I need men in the house!" Flynn protested as his sister giggled, while he walked out of his room, "I need to do man things! Like...like...eat without a fork!" he exclaimed as Belle went to his drawer and picked out a few items of clothing for him. She picked out a black shirt and a tan pair of kakis for him.

"Well, until you can do that, you are stuck with all of these rules!" Belle responded as she extended his clothing to him, "Now get dressed, everyone is going to be here and we need to look presentable." she added on with a smile on her face.

"Desiree, are you here?"

The two twins could hear the raspy voice of their father coming from downstairs as they shrieked of joy. Their father was finally here! It had been about three weeks, ever since they saw their daddy because he was on the road a lot. The only time that they had to contact was through Face Time on their iPhones, Skype or even though the generic post cards that Belle loved getting because she loved the pictures on the background. So, as soon as Flynn got dressed the two of them came racing downstairs, "Daddy! Daddy!" they squealed in their adorable five year old voices as Jon opened his arms, the two little children running to him for a huge embrace.

"Belle, Flynn!" Jon looked at Desiree, who was pretended to give him a death glare, "Desiree! I got some room!" he added on, talking about his open arms of embrace and how he had an embrace big enough that he could hug a while town of children. Desiree smiled and joined in the group hug with her children and handsome husband. It was strange because when she first met Jon, she knew that he was not a hugger at all and hated the fact of embracing people, but as he got older, he got more loving and affectionate, "I missed the three of you so much!"

"We missed you too. Flynn has been watching your wrestling tapes and the WWE Network nonstop on my laptop and Belle has been drawing these beautiful pictures of all of us being a happy family. They're all hanging on the fridge if you want to look at them, when you're grabbing a beer or two. Also, do you know if Declan and Saraya are going to be coming? I've heard from Declan earlier in the week, but he said that he was going to get back with you on whether he was going to be joining us for dinner." Desiree said, while she combed Flynn's hair with a tooth comb, making sure that his hair was all groomed up.

"Yeah, he's coming. He contacted me an hour ago. The reason that he couldn't contact you was because the WWE was doing a few live shows overseas and he was part of the group of people that went to Malaysia, while I was the other group that remained in Canada. Let me tell you something about Canada, Desiree. It's cold and there's too much bacon at every restaurant I go in!" Jon explained as he messed up Flynn's brown locks with his fingers as Desiree giggled and combed his hair again, disliking it when Jon did that.

"Do you know what I realized?" Desiree asked Jon, " Joe and Amber's daughter, Kyla is almost fifteen years old! I mean, she is almost the age that I met you at! That little girl has grown up in front of her eyes. Wow, I can not imagine Flynn or Belle being that age. The two of them are so innocent and I do not want anyone taking that away from him. I value their innocence so much and when they learn about all of the horrible things about this world, it's going to make them so confused and corrupted." she began to panic as Jon placed his hands on her shoulders, knowing that she was over thinking things like she always did.

"We're going to need to trust them that they have learned from what we've taught them. In other words," Jon raised his voice loudly, to make sure that his kids, setting up the dinner table were able to hear him, "You two kids do something dumb and trashy, I will have no problems, but to disown you on the spot! That means, you will no longer be my children and I got a couple of my buddies to teach you a lesson!"

"You mean Sneaky Pete?" Flynn asked, his blue eyes widening with excitement and interest.

"And Fat Tony?" Belle began to shiver in fear, "What can me or Flynn do that will make us disown you?"

Desiree and Jon looked at each other, before the door bell rang, "Jon, you can get the door with Flynn and socialize, while Belle and I can get dinner out and put them on the nice trays." she instructed her husband as Jon grabbed Flynn by his little hand and led him to the door. He could see that Flynn was a little shy and hated to socialize with people. He was the same way once, but he was lucky enough to break out of his shell. He got down to his son's level, so he could be able to give him that proper eye contact.

"Hey now, don't be sad," Jon told Flynn, trying to calm him down, when he saw him shaking, "These are our friends. You know your uncle Colby, aunt Leighla and Ivana. Ivana loves you. You also know Joe, Amber, Kyla, Alfa and Kalani. Also, Declan and Saraya love you and they love talking about wrestling with you. Why are you so sad?" he asked him as Flynn began to shed a couple of tears.

"It's just that I want to be a wrestler like you daddy, but I'm so scared of being in front of people, but I love it. I love watching matches, but I hate the fact that some people love a wrestler and some people hate him. I met a guy a few days ago and he said that he hated Dean Ambrose and that Dominic Asher was going to beat him, so he can get a title shot. I hate it, when people talk bad about other people. I just want everyone to be liked. Why does everyone hate in this world?" Flynn cried even more as Jon told him to shush and calm down.

"Flynn, what you need to know is that not everyone is going to be a fan of you. There are going to be people that are not fond of you at all, but what you need to do is just ignore it. It's going to be there, but just shut it out. Those people only want to make things harder for you, but do not let them win. Listen kiddo, let them motivate you to be your best. I could careless what people say about me. At least, I am doing things that are getting them to talk about me. So, it seems like I am doing my job pretty well," Jon chuckled as he wiped his son's tears from his face, "Still, who needs those kinds of people in your life? You can do your best to be nice to people and if they aren't nice to you back, then who needs them! So, you and I are going to be the hosts of this dinner party. How about we make the party feel lively?" he formed a small smile on his face as Flynn smiled back at him.

"Alright, dad," he quickly went to hug his father to show love and respect for him, "I love you, daddy." he said as a small moment was shared between father and son, before they went to open the door. When the door opened, Colby, Leighla and Ivana entered the door and greeted Jon and Flynn. Soon after, Joe, Amber, Kyla, Alfa and Kalani came inside and shortly, Declan and Saraya came into the door, bringing a more lively mood to the party.

"Desiree's cooking has gotten better over the years," Declan pointed out, knowing that Des was not the best cook in the world. She would always undercook something or overcook some type of food to the point, where the fire department had to come to their home and put out the fire. Everyone sat down on Jon and Desiree's living room couch, while Des got their dinner ready, "No offense Jon, but Desiree use to be awful at cooking dinner, but she has really proven herself to cook a really delicious home dinner. I literally can't wait to see what she cooks. Do you know what she is cooking?" he asked as Jon shrugged his shoulders.

"It smelled like pot roast, but do not quote me on that," Jon responded, trying to stick his head inside the kitchen from the couch, but there was no use because the distance was so much, "Yeah, I can't tell, but it is kind of surprising that she requested that we have a dinner. I know with all of our busy schedules that it might have seen impossible, but I wonder why she requested a dinner party?" he raised a brow, not knowing what his wife had in store.

"Who knows?" Leighla drank red wine out of her glass, knowing the actual reason why Desiree invited everyone over to her and Jon's home, "Maybe, she all wanted us together because you guys have been on the road for so long? I mean, it has been a while since we've all gotten together. There does not have to be some significance to this dinner, but she wants some quality time with her friends." she added on, trying to throw all of the guys off guard with what her friend had in store for this dinner.

"Leighla's right," Joe agreed, "Desiree had been through a lot these past five years. She has remained so strong throughout it and this could be something to celebrate her and Jon overcoming all of the obstacles in their lives. I mean," he looked at Jon, "The two of you have been through hell and back for the past decade and maybe, she's amazed at the fact that you have remained by her side until the very end of time."

"Well," Saraya spoke in her English accent, "That is true love right there. You have vowed to protect her heart and you have done that since the day you met her. Jon, you've done an amazing job with that, while she has been so unselfish with you and your hectic wrestling schedule. A woman, who had no clue about the wrestling life would have gone insane with the schedule, but she didn't do that because she believed what she was doing was going to mean a lot to you in the end. She should be forever thankful for the things you have done. You gave her two, beautiful twins, a beautiful home and a beautiful story that you will tell your kids, when they are old enough to understand what love should be."

"I do not only want to teach my kids that," Desiree said as she had Belle by her little hand as she overheard the conversation that was going on in the living room, "I want to teach them to be wonderful human beings. I want to show them that being a wonderful human being does not mean that they are weak. It shows them that they are strong enough to handle anything and they do not result to horrible things to get what they want. This dinner is for all of us and for us being wonderful human beings. It's a shame that Darwin and Estelle could not be here, because of a photography convention, but they are with us in spirit, but you all have been wonderful human beings to me. Almost all of you have saved my butt in more than one occasion, so this is for all of you." Desiree gave one of her heartwarming smiles that could melt the hearts of everyone in the living room.

"Mommy," Belle whispered with Ivana by her side, "When are you going to tell them about the baby?" she intended to whisper, but everyone in the room heard what the five year old said and that was when all of the males' jaws dropped to the floor. Desiree was expecting a third child and Jon spit his beer on Colby's face in a sprinkling motion as the two-toned wrestler stood up and wiped his face in pure disgust.

"Jon, close your fucking mouth!" Colby exclaimed as Amber handed him a hand towel and Leighla slapped him directly at the chest, not thinking that it was appropriate to use profanity in front of the children, "What was that for?" he asked his wife, who glared at him.

"Don't fucking cuss in front of the children!" Leighla retorted in an angry way as Colby thought that she was the biggest hypocrite due to her cussing in her response to him.

"What does 'fucking' mean?" Ivana asked in a sweet and innocent way.

The parents looked at their daughter, "Don't use that word!" they instructed her at the same time.

"Aren't they the best parents ever?" Declan asked his girlfriend, who chuckled in amusement, "I mean, I am so glad that we do not have to worry about children." he scuffed as Saraya bit her lip as Declan face palmed, knowing what Saraya wanted to tell him next, "Oh my God, don't tell me that you're..." he could not complete the sentence as his girlfriend shook his head, comforting his suspicions.

"But, I am, Declan." Saraya confirmed.

"There are _two_ pregnant women in this dinner party?" Amber asked them all, almost mind blown because of the fact that she had never had this happen before Joe looked at her, hoping that there was not a third woman pregnant. She noticed the look on her husband's face, "No, I am not expecting," she confirmed him as he sighed in relief, not knowing how he would react if there ended up being three pregnant women in the dinner party.

"I am really going to need a drink after this dinner is over," Jon joked as the whole room broke in laughing, before he went over to his wife, connecting with a sweet kiss on her lips, "I'm glad that our family is getting bigger. I mean, we've raised two little miracles, so this third one should not be hard at all. Plus," he turned Desiree, so that she was looking at Saraya, who was sitting on the couch next to her boyfriend, "You got Saraya to reach out, since you two are going to be going through this beautiful journey of motherhood with each other."

"I got your back, Des." Saraya smiled as Desiree smiled back, almost feeling a tear coming down from her cheek.

Desiree's story with Jon was something that she never expected to go on for so long. I think that many of us were shocked that their bond and relationship developed and expanded the way that it did. Everyone knew for a fact that they had a beautiful bond from the very beginning. It may have been a tough and hellacious middle, with their typical obstacles, worries and secrets, but in the end, they always came back to each other. The two of them could not continue their lives without each other and it required for them to do the humanly thing and that was to reach out and ask for help. Desiree learned that lesson from when she was dealing with Arnold Roberts, who has now been dead for the past five years. His brother, Asher Roberts had been in prison and will be for a long, long time, but Desiree can now look back at her experience and she was now a stronger woman. Jon had admired that about her because he had been hiding the weak side of him for the longest time. His wife made him comfortable to expose that and he could not be forever thankful for that.

"I got yours too," Desiree responded as she looked back at Jon, "After everything that has happened to us, life keeps on moving, but now you should know," she looked at everyone in her living room, "I'm only human." and Desiree was right. In the end of the day, she, Jon and everyone else had made their mistakes, done things that they should have not done, but after it all, they were...

Human.

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_Guys, this is the end of the Jon and Desiree trilogy. Can't you believe that? I mean, this has been one of my favorite series to work on and I will miss writing for these two. Perhaps, I might do a one shot with the two of these in the future, but I have not thought of that yet. As of right now, I want to focus on my other story "Quitters", but I might get back to these two characters or not. Thank you to everyone that has followed this story from the very first, second or even the third story. I want to thank everyone that favored, followed and reviewed! They have meant the world to me and for the last time in this story, please review! :)_


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