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Author's note: This is a new story much like how my other WWE stories are, and are not connected to any of them in any way. Instead I thought I would take this in a somewhat of a new direction while still adding in Bray Wyatt and the Authority. For those of you who have read my WWE stories please let me know what you would like to see happen next. If you want Roman to have his powers like he does in Lockdown Asylum for example, or if you want this one to be a little more realistic then please let me know. I would love to get your feedback. It is greatly appreciated.


Bold underlined – Chapter Titles/Character's Perspective

Bold Italics – Memories

Bold italics underlined - Song lyrics

Italics – Thinking (In thought)

Italics underlined - Dean hallucinating/Bray inside his brain


Previously on Shadow of Darkness - I shouldn't be here. I found myself thinking. What the fuck am I even thinking? I don't belong here. I don't belong anywhere.

"I don't think your joke Dean Ambrose, I just think your a weak link!"

"I want to find out who the strong one of the Shield is!"

Frustrated I began running my hands through my dark blonde hair trying to keep myself calm but to no avail. My head started swimming as visions of Roman and Seth started swirling around in my head making me doubt and question everything I was doing.

Was I really the weak link among the Shield?

Did I really not need my brothers anymore? Did I still need them?

What was the right road to take?

"Call me Jon Moxley." I said finally opening my eyes and looking at everyone around the room.

"So Then I'm assuming you've made your decision?" Tony asked as I saw the hopeful look in his eyes and nodded. "I'm glad to hear it." He said standing up and allowing me to shake his hand once again. "Welcome to the AEW Roster Jon Moxley."

NOW...


Chapter 5 - Say Goodbye to the Past & Hello To the Future


Do you ever wish that you weren't a prisoner?

Do you feel like you're done?

All the dreams you had are hard to remember

Well, you're not the only one

Well it's over, it's over, it's over

I won't be pushed around

Move over, move over, move over

Get back or just get out

Set this plane up in flames

It's over, it's over, it's over

It's time to burn it down

This one goes to the castaways

Who break their backs slaving every day

All these things I can do without

Gonna burn it down, burn it down

Burn it down, burn it down

Burn it down, burn it down

Burn it down, burn it down


Restlessly I tossed and turned throughout the bed in my hotel room with images and thoughts swirling around in my head. Thoughts of Roman and Seth and everything we had been through not just as a team but as friends, brothers in arms who would do anything for each other. But as the flashbacks swirled through my head there soon came the feeling of doubt as the last conversation the three of us had inside the hospital after my car accident echoed in my brain.


"It's gonna be okay Dean, alright? You're gonna be fine."

"Take a breath bro, it's all in your head." Seth said calmly.

"That's just it, I'm not sure it really is."

"How long has this been happening?" Roman asked.

"Since the night four years ago."

"Bro come on, please let that go alright? I said I was sorry. What more do you want from me Dean?"

"Seth let's not do this now okay?"

"Not this time Ro, I want to know how long he's gonna continue this. I mean this grudge your holding is ridiculous Dean, let the past be in the past alright?"

"Let the past be the past? How naïve are you Seth? You really expect me to just let it go just like that?" The same words I heard were out of my mouth before I could stop it.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Seth's eyes shone with anger as i shook my head. "I don't know why I just said that." I stammered trying to find the right words to say. "I-I didn't mean to."

"The hell you didn't mean it Ambrose. If we got issues between us then maybe we shouldn't be a team anymore."

"Seth come on don't be like that."

"Dean's just confused right now is all okay? We're all a little on edge okay so let's all just calm down and relax for a second alright?"

"That's just like you Roman. Always the sensible one who like to play by the rules. The powerhouse, The big dog and yet when I needed you where the hell were you? Oh yeah you and Seth decided to leave me behind and leave me in the fucking dust."

"Dean come on now that's fair." Roman said his brown eyes glaring at me in a mix of suspicion and confusion. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"See I told you Roman he obviously needs a reality check." Seth's voice came out harsh and angry and all I could do was just shake my head and mutter out, "No no it's not me. It's Bray. He's here he's in my head making me say these things. Please believe me."

Seth rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Yeah sure he is Ambrose. Maybe the WWE is right about you, maybe deep down you really are a lunatic fringe."

"No, no Seth please I'm telling you the truth. This isn't me I would never say those things."

"Forget it Dean. As far as I'm concerned from now on it's every man in the Shield for himself."

"No Seth wait!" I cried out frantically as I watched my brother turn his back toward me and started walking out the door as I turned to Roman who just stared at me for a second not saying a word but the look in his eyes shone with hurt and confusion.

"Ro please, you believe me right? I would never say those things about you guys. Please don't leave me I need you. I need my brothers."

"Honestly Dean right now I'm not sure what to believe right now. I mean those words had to have come from some place inside you. Some place deep down where your true feelings lie, I mean you've been holding this grudge against Seth as if he really did betray us when it was all apart of the show."

I let out a soft sight and felt a round of tears starting to prickle in my eyes as I blinked them back trying not to show any hint of weakness.

"Maybe we just need a break from each other for a while? You know go our separate ways until we can figure this all out."

"Roman come on bro this is all apart of Bray's mind games. He's messing with my head just like before. You know me man I would never say anything like that to either of you guys."

Roman didn't say anything just glared at me one last time before turning his back toward me and all I could do in that moment was watch as both my brothers had left me.


Do you ever feel your colors are fading

Like your world might combust

Do the voices in your head make you crazy

When they're the only ones you trust

Well it's over, it's over, it's over

I won't be pushed around

Move over, move over, move over

Get back or just get out

Set this plane up in flames

It's over, it's over, it's over

It's time to burn it down

This one goes to the castaways

Who break their backs slaving every day

All these things I can do without

Gonna burn it down, burn it down

Burn it down, burn it down

Burn it down, burn it down


Frustrated I sat up in the bed furiously running my hands through my hair while stifling the urge to yell out in anger. Why the fuck was this shit happening to me?! I wanted to scream out. Why can't I figure out what the hell is wrong with me?!

"You still haven't figured it out yet? I mean seriously are you really that mental?"

There it was the voice again. The voice that belonged to the other part of me. My self proclaimed true self who was a bold, arrogant egotistical prick but who I still had to accept deep down even though every other part of me was screaming at me not to and that that wasn't me. At least I didn't want to believe it to be. Realizing I left my phone on the bedside table beside the bed I reached over and began a google search for mental disorders and came across something that caught my eye.

Dissociative identity disorder. Formerly known as multiple personality disorder, this disorder is characterized by "switching" to alternate identities. You may feel the presence of two or more people talking or living inside your head, and you may feel as though you're possessed by other identities. At that point I immediately began to put everything into place. That night of the car crash I thought I was hearing Bray's voice in my head but maybe it wasn't really him. It was the voice of the other me. The one who calls himself Jon Moxley my old ring name from my days in the CZW. "So that's it huh?" I wondered aloud. "It was you the entire time messing with me wasn't it? It was never Bray in my head after all."

"Well I wouldn't call it messing with you just trying to wake your ass up." Moxley replied.

"Why?" I asked. Why the hell do you want to make my life so fucking miserable for? There is no way in hell your me in anyway shape or form. Mental disorder or not."


It's over, it's over, it's over

Move over, move over, move over

It's over, it's over, it's over

I won't be pushed around

Move over, move over, move over

Burn it down, burn it down


Moxley laughed and a shiver of fear ran through my body and down my spine.

"Our life was already miserable from the start." He said as I furiously shook my head. "Your not me!" I yelled out as I suddenly felt a hard shove force me from the bed to the floor. Pain shooting through me as the impact momentarily had me blinking my eyes in confusion. What the hell? Did that really just happen?

"Did you forget what our life was like growing up with a single mother and a deadbeat father who lived out of state?" Moxley's voice was so close I could sense him standing over me but knew it was nothing but a hallucination.

"Of course I haven't forgotten." I said keeping the tone of my voice slightly calmer to avoid getting in trouble by hotel management.

"Where I came from has made me strong and it's because of that experience that I was able to fight through all the violence and come out on top."

"Is that really what you keep telling yourself? or is that what Vince and Hunter tell you? Talk about pathetic."

I closed my eyes and tried to think back to my childhood growing up in a small public housing sector in one of the darkest neighborhoods of Cincinnati. Crime and violence occurred at the drop of a hat around me. Being raised by a single parent in a nasty neighborhood was a difficult phase in my life but I learned to overcome my fears and dreamed of making it big, and haven't looked back not dismissing my past, but instead using it as a motivator to achieve more.

"Everything we've gone through from the time we started wrestling we've managed to make it through without needing anyone." There was Moxley's voice again breaking me out my reverie and snapping me back to reality.

"Only cheep wrestlers need others to rely on to make it to the top the strong ones like us don't need anyone taking all the glory away from us. And it's time you learn that one way or another."

Pulling myself to my feet again I then grabbed my phone again and finished scrolling through the article I was reading before. Each identity may have a unique name, personal history and characteristics, including obvious differences in voice, gender, mannerisms and even such physical qualities as the need for eyeglasses. There also are differences in how familiar each identity is with the others.

Sighing as I ran a hand through my hair and tiredly over my face I then sat back down on the bed with my head in my hands wanting to scream out in frustration.

I felt lost unable to figure what was the right thing to do and which road was the right one to take.

Do I leave everything behind and start over?

Do I stay with the WWE where I feel like I'm not wanted and have no say in the matter of what's going on with me?

What the hell was I supposed to do?


This one goes to the castaways

Who break their backs slaving every day

All these things I can do without

Gonna burn it down, burn it down

Burn it down, burn it down

(I won't be pushed around)

Burn it down, burn it down

(Get back or just get out)

Burn it down, burn it down

(I won't be pushed around)

Burn it down, burn it down

(Get back or just get out)

Burn it down, burn it down


TOO BE CONTINUED...So Dean finally learned what's really going on with him but now the question is will he learn to accept Moxley as apart of him or will the duality tear him him apart physically and mentally allowing the darkness to swallow him up? Stay tuned to read more as Chapter 6 will be up as soon as I can get it. Also please feel free to let me know your thoughts and opinions as it really helps me keep these stories alive and thriving when I know people enjoy reading them and what they would want to see happen within the story :)