He was furious. He had won, god damn it, and then that stupid bastard had cashed in and taken what was his, damn it. He had kicked Reigns’ ass for the damn belt, had won too and then the rat had come through, sneaky as he was and – with a scowl, he had noticed the other man getting close to him. Not thrilled, he turned around, ready to walk away from Ambrose and his stupid self.
“Always so feisty? Don’t quite remember y’always bein’ this way but oh well. Y’should calm down a bit though, I just want to talk to my favorite person. Ya’ hurt me so.”
“Oh, don’t try and fool me. I’m not your favorite person. Now, what the hell do you want, Ambrose? I don’t have time for this shit!”
( text » seth | ↳sent ): i am so done with your shit ( text » seth | ↳sent ): just stop textin me ( text » seth | ↳sent ): give it up or i’ll kick both your knees in
[📨 asshole lunatic - ambrose]: well, this shit’s random. [📨 asshole lunatic - ambrose]: you’re the one texting me, asshole. [📨 asshole lunatic - ambrose]: fuck off, yeah?
“Ya’ know me so well Sethie. Brings a tear to my eye.” He patted his cheeks before flicking his finger against his eyes as if he was wiping a tear. This is all too funny coming from Seth. All this loyalty– It’s all too funny and Dean feels like breaking into fits of laughter. He’s not even hurt or angered by this anymore, sure, he knows Seth done the unforgivable and he holds some resentment but this– Is all getting too much. All this loyalty when everyone knew around them that the Authority will find a new ‘future’. This loyalty is beyond stupid.
This time he does laugh. It’s an outburst of laughter and it’s completely uncontrollable. It wasn’t a joke, but coming from Seth it was. So much hope and faith– In a person that can back stab him within a second, is just great coming from Seth. He lifts his hand over his mouth and uses his free hand “But I’m startin’ to think ya kinda forgetting little things about me, there’s no game plan, I have no secret way to get the pin or the submission. I don’t have that one big power move that I know is goin’ to get me the pin. I don’t have the ‘ninja-brain’ ya’ have and that’s exactly why he is goin’ to lose. ‘Cause he knows, he has nothin’ to work with.”
“Did ya’ heart skip a beat? Feel like shakin’ yet? It’s okay. Well not really.” He shot out, a smirk forming at the edge of his lips. He’s talking way too much at this point, he realizes, but he can’t help it. It’s too easy. “Would be kinda embrassin’ if Daddy lost.”
Once again, Seth rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of him, waiting for Ambrose to be finished with the theatrics that he was so well known for. The laugh was beginning to grate on his nerves and he looked around, scowl in place as he listens to Ambrose’s words, arching an eyebrow before laughing himself.
“The fact that you think you’re going to win against someone like Triple H is hilarious, Ambrose. Shows just how out of the loop you truly are in this damn company!” Seth snaps, stepping backwards and looking around quickly.
“You’re gonna get your ass kicked, an’ your gonna get disappointed again, Ambrose. Just realize you can’t do this, and you’ll never be champion matieral, and you can live happly ever after.” He finishes with another snap before walking away quickly.
“What’s he gonna do? Spank me?” Oh he’s enjoying this. A bit too much maybe but he knows this, he can play with this, this is familiar grounds for him. “‘Cause ya’ know all about that, ‘ight Seth?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Oh, I’m sure you would looove that, right Ambrose?” Seth snarls, rolling his eyes at the immature remark that came from his once brother. Deciding to ignore it, Seth steps backs and scowls. “He’ll make sure your ‘game plan’ doesn’t work on him like you want it to.”
“Sunshine– Ya’ll worried about me? ‘Cause I can hear there a tad bit of concern. Maybe ‘cause y’know I’ll win?”
“Psh, I never worry about you, Ambrose. An’ nah, no concern here, either. Jus’ waitin’ for ya to realize you can never handle Hunter like ya think you can.”
