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Now this, this was what Sam considered boring. She really should have known, but she just needed something, someone, and all the normal signs and feelings she ignored, instead went ahead with it, went ahead with the stupid meathead.

That was sign number one that this wouldn't be a good idea. He was way too muscular, and way to eager to show it off. The minute they started having a conversation he started talking about his training and how many times a day he went to the gym. And yet, she continued on with the conversation.

Sign number two, when he was taking his shots making loud noises both before and after, making sure as many people as possible were looking at him. A man that liked a lot of attention normally were very needy and very clingy when you got to know them, something she stayed away from. Yet, she continued to drink with him and dance with him.

That lead to sign number three, were they were dancing together, well, more like her grinding on him while he stood there attempting dirty talk in her ear. But as she grinded against him, she couldn't help but notice the lack of him. Oh he had a boner, that wasn't the issue, the issue was that that boner didn't seem very promising. But she continued on, just needing a lay, a good fuck that would make her forget about this day and scratch that itch.

So she allowed him to take her back to her hotel room, and by this time it was well into the middle of the night, but she didn't pay attention to that, too excited to get rid of the itch instead of thinking about training she had the next morning.

Once they got in his room, he immediately started undressing both of them, ripping her shirt in the process, which would have been a turn on, but she found it annoying. So once he got them undressed, immediately started doing it, which she didn't mind, she didn't need foreplay if it was good enough, which it wasn't in this case.

So as she laid on her back starring up at the ceiling as the over headed meat head she thought was called Mark thrusted in and out of her body, she couldn't help but start thinking about what made her possess to go ahead and do this, what made her this desperate that she threw away all sane thoughts, all warning, and let this happen.

"Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah," He muttered above her, and she just resisted to roll her eyes. "Come on, come on, that's it."

Oh joy.

She was wondering why this wasn't over as soon as it began, he didn't seem like the type to hold on long, but now she knew why. He couldn't even fucking preform.

"Shit," He hissed, thrusting faster, but still not gaining her interest in him. "Shit no."

Just wanting this to end, she clenched up around him in an attempt to help him finish off, which seemed to work almost immediately.

"Yes!" He yelled, and she felt him twitch inside of her as he came. He laid on top of her still, and she fought not to ask why he wasn't off her yet, still attempting to be nice. Why she didn't know.

"Damn baby, you're good," He laughed breathlessly.

At laying still and not moving? Yupp.

She smiled, more full of annoyance than anything else, and pushed him off of her, getting up to get dressed. She kept her back to him as she started pulled her cloths on, looking around for her jacket. Since he ripped her shirt she would just have to put it on over her bra.

"Where you going babe?" He asked while she zipped up.

"I'm leaving," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Why? We're just starting to have fun."

She turned around to find him jerking himself off, trying to get fully hard again, and failing. She fought not to make a face, and forced a smile. "Sorry, it was fun, but I got to go."

"Come on, don't be like that," She heard as she left his room, but she didn't stop.

Another disappoint to add to her day.

xXx

"You're late," Bill said as she slid into the ring as all the other girls were sliding out.

"Come on Bill," She said.

"Training ended ten minutes ago," He said.

"It ended ten minutes ago for the other girls," She corrected.

"I already told you I'm not training you separately," He said.

"You told me that when all the only girls were around," She said.

"Is that supposed to change my mind?" He asked in disbelief.

"It means you can actually tell the truth without having to worry about hurting their feelings and worrying that they'll bitch about you treating them unfair," She said,

"I wasn't joking Sam, I refuse to train you separately," He said.

"Why the hell not?" She asked.

"Why should I treat you any different than the other girls that actually show up every practice?" He asked.

"Because I'm better than every girl here, and you know that," She said, getting annoyed. "Hey," She yelled when he started getting out of the ring. "Where are you going?"

He ignored her and continued walking away.

"You know I'm better than them Bill," She called after him.

"Come to practice and prove it to me then!" He yelled.

She let out a strangled scream and spun away from him, desperately wanting to kick something. Having him so bluntly disrespect her and just walk off while they were in the middle of the conversation pissed her off. Why did he have to act like he was better than everyone else?

She released a deep breath and laid in the middle of the ring, starring up at the huge W on the ceiling. This was supposed to be the next step in in everyone's career. You came here to learn the things you're missing to take you to that next step, to make you main event Raw's and pay-per-views, but all that was offered here was basic things, basic moves. She was past all this, better then all this, and that wasn't here being cocky, that was the actual truth.

She had plenty of experience all around the world. She wrestled in Japan, in the indies scene for a while, in Ring of Honor, everywhere. She had even wrestled in CZW for a while. Half of the girls she was supposed to train with had never even stepped into the ring before, and she had no patience with them always asking questions and fucking up moves. She should be fairer to them since she had been them once, but she had no respect for girls who were just in this business to make a name for themselves without actually having the passion or drive to be a top wrestler, they all just wanted to be top divas.

She wasn't here to show off her body to get guys to throw themselves at her, she was here to wrestle.

"We need this ring, get out."

Her temper was already raised, having someone bark orders at her made her even more upset. She sat up and turned her head, fully prepared to lash out on whoever it was, but when she saw who it was he couldn't help but smirk and kept her mouth shut.

"Nice friend you have there Seth," She said. "Are you going to introduce us?"

"No, now get out of the ring, we need it."

On normal circumstances, she would tell Seth to fuck off and lay back down, but she slowly stood up and exited the ring, now standing in front of the three men, unintimidated. Sure, they were taller than her, and weighed so much more, but she was un-afraid. Big men never intimidated her, these three were no difference.

Seth of course, with his half blonde half black hair was the shortest and most lean of the three, but she knew him. He would never hurt her. His chocolate colored eyes were still glaring at her, but she could tell he didn't mean it, not deep down, he ever could stay mad at her. Upset with her? Sure, he has been upset with her for the last six months, but never angry, no.

The third one to the left was the biggest of the three, and seemed to be all muscles, his arm muscles off the chart. He had raven hair that looked naturally curled and down his back, with eyes that seemed so indecisive. Beautiful. She could spend all day looking at him. He looked to powerful, and it made a girl wonder just how powerful. He wasn't giving her a death glare and didn't seem too annoyed with her, he just seemed openly curious.

She pulled herself away from his and looked at the third and last one. Now he, he was fascinating. He was giving her the death and annoyed glare all mixed into one and looked utterly hot. He gave off the bad boy persona, and she knew from just one look he wasn't even trying. He had dirty blonde curly hair, and blue eyes that gave his a heartbreak look. His face screamed 'fuck off' and she knew he was a dick, and no doubt bring nothing but pain and heartbreak.

Her type of guy.

A smirk plastered on her face, she looked back at Seth, opening her arms to him. "Don't I get a hug Seth? We haven't had an actual conversation in months."

"And whose fault is that?" He snapped, stepping towards her, and for a second she thought she would actually hug her. She should have known better. She dropped her arms and he walked past her, bumping into her hard enough to cause her to stumble back against the ring, and she just barely contained the gasp of surprise.

The one that spouted orders at her look at her in complete disgust before getting in the ring as well, leaving just the tall one with moody eyes watching her carefully.

Neither one of them said a word, just starred at each other. She started feeling uncomfortable. Not because it was creepy, no, women killed for a man to look at him, but his eyes were searching.

"See you later Seth," She called, before tearing her eyes away from the big man and walked away towards the locker rooms where her bags where.

Of course she knew who they were. They were still fresh to the scene, but she knew. They were the Shield. Bringing justice to WWE, kicking everybody's and anybody's ass.

Seth Rollins was the planner of The Shield. Who has a strategy and kept the boys to it, and he was damn good at it. He was a great wrestler too, his high flying moves were off the chart, and no one could match him. He was so quick and light on his feet, it was always a pleasure to watch him.

He was filled with so much energy, passion, love, and so compassionate. He's a great friend.

Was, she thought quickly. He was a great friend.

Roman Reigns. He was the power house. You know when he stepped in the ring, game over. He was the strongest of the three, most intimating. He wasn't that experienced, but it was hard to tell. He moved around the ring like he owned it, and when he was in there, for a short period of time, he did own it. Not so great on the mike, but that where the next member fell in line.

Dean Ambrose. Man with the fuck you attitude. Heartbreaker. Damn good at what he did. He was so entertaining to watch, both on the mic and in the ring. One of the best talkers, probably ever, and so unpredictable and dangerous in the ring, it was incredible. He was never afraid of anything, and took risk that many people would never dream of. His main goal was to destroy his opponent, and he did just that.

Being so close to the three of them almost made her want to fan girl. They were all so gorgeous, one of the best sights you could look at, but yet, her mind kept wondering back to Roman's look.

She suddenly felt bare, and strangely empty. It was almost like the man with the moody eyes took everything out of her. Damn him. She hated this empty feelings. She sat on one of the benches and placed her head in her hands. She couldn't go down this road, couldn't let herself be carried away with the thoughts of being alone, and depressed. Having nobody.

She took several deep breaths as her body shook and got herself back under control, focusing on what was happening right now. Focusing on the present. Three gorgeous men were practicing in the ring in the same building as her and she was here having a freaking panic attack or crisis or something.

Taking a few deep breaths, she released her hair from her pony tail and ran her hands through it. Time to be a big girl and get over what she couldn't change anything right now and move on. Maybe get some sexy time with a stranger later that wasn't meat head. She normally didn't mess around like this, guy after guy, she wasn't like that. She did it every now and then, and only when the itch got too much and she couldn't scratch it alone. Meathead was supposed to be the itch she couldn't scratch, he just created several more, and she seriously hoped the scratch was just metaphoric.

She grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulder, already thinking about how it would go down. She would go home and take a shower, just to make sure sweaty meat head was off of her, everywhere. She would then call up one of her old booty calls and see if he was available, if not, then that itch would have to wait a little longer. She wasn't in the mood to go out of her way tonight, so either booty call or no sexy time.

She headed out, her mind still thinking over her plans for sexy time, but her thoughts got interrupted when she heard the slam of a body hitting the ring. She paused at the door, and attempted to keep going, but curiosity got the best of her and she couldn't help but glance behind her.

Dean and Seth were practicing together in the ring while Roman was leaning against the ropes watching them. Now was a perfect time to stare at Roman and quietly wish she could get him into her bed, but right now, she couldn't take her eyes off of the two men wrestling.

They moved together to so well, like a well-practiced dance, moving to fluently together. It was almost like they were reading each other's minds, or planned this match before, practiced it, but they never did. Back in FCW they had an epic fued, and she thought for sure they would have continued through when they debuted on the main roster, but no, and she had to admit, she missed seeing them work together.

They just had this chemistry, connection, like they've known each other forever and know each others moves to a T. It was so exciting and captivating to watch, and she could easily spend all day watching them, probably would have, if she hadn't felt someone else watching her.

She drew her eyes away from them and looked over at Roman who was staring at her once again. She found herself once more captured in his gaze, and couldn't look away. Those eyes that seemed to be gray right now were watching her watch them, and it seemed like they've been watching her for a while. His eyes seemed to be searching for something, figure something out. It seemed like they had the power to dig deep inside of her and bring things out, things that she wanted kept inside. She immediately brought her guard up, but it was too late. It felt as if he had already unlocked her secrets and knew them all ready.

She stepped away from his knowing eyes, as if that would make it stop, but she had to get away, had to hide. She couldn't handle this, wouldn't. No. She forced her eyes away from his and quickly stormed out of the training arena and away from the Samoan's knowing gaze.

xXx

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"I know you're in there Sam!"

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Open this damn door!"

She rolled over and buried her face in the hotel pillow, waiting for them to go away. She didn't even have enough energy to pull herself up and tell them to fuck off to her face. She was to physically and emotionally drained to do anything but lay here and mentally cuss them out.

"Don't make me break down this damn door Sam!"

"As if you could," She muttered in her arm.

After a few more pounds, silence followed for about twenty minutes, making Sam believe she was actually gone. She rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom to shower, making sure to get sweaty meat head off of her. Could never be too sure in her opinion.

She made her shower quick, but when she got out, she couldn't help but wipe the steam off the mirror and look at her reflection. She wasn't one to do this, stare at herself, she found way to many flaws, but she felt compelled to do it. Maybe she was looking for what Roman was, or maybe looking for what Seth didn't see.

She had naturally pale skin that wouldn't tan, long raven colored hair that went to her lower back, sharp features in her face, with plain brown eyes. All of this topped off with a well-toned body along with curvy features at the same time.

She hated it all. Her skin was too pale and made her look sickly, her hair had a tendency to go crazy and took her forever to try and control it and she needed it trimmed. Her eyes were the color of shit, and while many would try and make her feel better about them, it wouldn't happen. She wouldn't stand them.

Her body wasn't terrible, but her arms and butt wasn't as toned as she would like them to be, and her abs always decided to hide themselves during the most important times. The only thing she truly enjoyed about her body was her thighs. They were thick, but thick with muscles, and made her feel sexy. She had no problem showing them off, and did, plenty of times.

Deciding she spent enough time tearing herself apart and making her feel body, she wrapped a towel around her body, through her hair in a messy bun, and went into the main area, planning to put on some pj's and curling under the covers and sleep.

She walked out, and sighed when she found a blonde sitting on her bed. She should have known she wouldn't have gone away so easily, she just wasn't expecting her in her hotel room.

"How did you get in here?" She sighed.

"Told the hotel staff I was your sister and worried about you," She grinned. "It was very easy."

"Remind me next time not to give you my hotel number," Sam muttered, grabbing her suitcase and setting it on the bed, roughly going through it. "No, scratch that, remind me not to tell you what hotel I'm in."

"Don't be like that Sam. I didn't mean no harm by coming here."

"Then why did you come here?" She asked.

"To check on you and see if you were alright."

"Why wouldn't I be okay? Do I seem hurt?"

"I came to see how you were Sam, not to have you jump down my throat," She sighed, standing up.

"I'm fine, and I don't need people checking in on me. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."

"Sam."

"I said I'm fine."

"Please Sam, stop being like this."

"Like what?" She asked, turning around. "Do tell, how exactly am I being? Last time I checked, I was just being myself."

They both just starred at each other, one filled with fire and rage, promised to snap at any second, the other filled with concern and love, but also tiredness.

The blonde ran a hand through her hair and picked up her jacket, heading towards the door, opening up, but didn't exist, choosing to instead turn her head slightly, looking at Sam.

"There's only so much a person can take before they break Sam. You can keep pushing everyone away as much as you want and that's all find. All the ones that were truly there in the first place won't go anywhere because they care and love you. But there only so much pushing a person can take before they screw it and you truly won't have anyone left."

Sam didn't reply, just stared back at the blonde with a carefully blank face, a face she had mastered a long time ago. She showed no emotion, not even a twitch of the hand, asking for the blonde to come back, sit down. They hadn't caught up in so long, and so much had happened, so much that Sam wanted to share, wanted to get off her chest, she wanted to apologize for. But she couldn't.

So she let her walk out and close the door behind her, the click of the door echoing in her empty hotel room, and Sam let her eyes closed. It was so hard watching her walk away, having her, of all people, tell her that soon she wouldn't have anyone left.

It hurt so much, not only hearing that, but seeing it happen every day. Seth today, pushing her away, that was just one example. But what right did she have getting upset about that? She was the one at fault for that. She was the one that caused that.

Her mind came back to Roman and those powerful eyes of his, drawing her in, learning all her secrets, and leaving her bare.

She opened her eyes and looked around the empty hotel room. She was the reason why it was like this, this was all her fault.

All her fault.