Lydia glances up at the man standing in front of her. He has his hand outstretched, his blue eyes begging her to take it. She's hesitant as the crowd materializes around her, each member of it screaming. She swallows hard, her head throbbing from the sudden impact thanks to Big Show. She had been dropped on the mat, so carelessly, so effortlessly.
How did they get to this point.
Lydia wakes up, rolling on her side to slam her hand down on her alarm clock. She growls as she fishes her phone out of the drawer, squinting her eyes at the bright screen. She has a new text from WWE management, insisting it's urgent. She rolls out of bed, quickly texting a reply.
What time do you need me?
The response is swift, Noon.
She glances at the clock to see it's 10 AM, enough time to take a shower, do her hair and make up, grab coffee, and get down there. She does each step quickly, running shampoo through her hair and dropping herself into a loose fitting sweater, that reveals one of her shoulders. She slides into black ripped jeans and puts on make up. Then she's walking out her bedroom door to see AJ Lee sitting on the couch.
"What are you doing, Dracula? You can't be out in the sun!" AJ playfully quips, taking a bite of her cereal, "You'll burn up and shrivel and die."
"Ha ha." Lydia rolls her eyes, grabbing her phone out of her back pocket to check the time. "WWE management needs me at noon. So I gotta run or I'm going to be late." She says when she realizes the time reads 11:27. She quickly pours burning hot coffee into her mug, followed by creamer. "Here's to hoping I don't fall asleep at the meeting!"
"Good luck!" AJ calls as Lydia bounds out the door.
Lydia walks into the elevator, quickly pressing the LOBBY button. She's impatient when she gets into the lobby, beelining for the doors, running past her best friend, Paige.
"Where are you rushing off too?" Paige calls, following after her.
"WWE management needs me and it won't do any good for my career if I'm late!" Lydia calls over her shoulder, "I'll text you after!"
"Knock em dead!" Paige shouts as she heads back into the lobby. Lydia climbs into her car, hastily plucking the keys out of her pocket. She starts her car, and it grumbles to life underneath her. She tries not to speed but finds herself pressing a little harder than she needs to on the gas pedal. She finally makes it to WWE headquarters, she puts her phone on silent as her eyes skim over the time, 12:10, damn.
She beelines out of the car, locking it as she jogs to the front door.
"You're late." Stephanie Mcmahon is waiting for her by the door, "Good reason?"
"I was sleeping when I got your text." Lydia grumbles, taking a long drink of her coffee, "Is there a good reason you're waking me up after having me wrestle at house shows all week?"
"You love it."
"That's not the point."
"My Dad is really excited about this, so excited, he'd sacrifice me if I told you right now." Stephanie ushers her into a room, Lydia almost walks out.
"We're not in the right ro-" Lydia turns to Stephanie when she sees the men sitting at the table.
"Do you honestly believe that?" Stephanie quips, "Take a seat, Lydia."
Lydia pulls out one of the large red chairs next to Stephanie. She can hardly breathe, her eyes are nervously flicking around the room, her hands fiddling in her lap. She glances up to see the Shield, Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns, and Seth Rollins.
Stephanie puts a hand on Lydia's hands, "You're going to be just fine."
Lydia leans over to Stephanie, "Is that code for 'they're not going to fire you'?"
Stephanie gives her a little smile, withdrawing her hand when her father walks into the room. Vince Mcmahon is an overwhelming presence, he takes up an entire room. He has the power to make you nothing with just a movement of his lips. He was scary, that was for sure. Lydia stands up quickly, nearly falling over herself.
"Ah, Lydia, my little star, Lydia." Vince quips, taking her hand in his easily, giving it a prompt shake. "I hope you don't hate me too much for waking you up. AJ has enlightened me about your sleeping habits."
Lydia flashes a bright red, "Don't worry, I've got plenty of coffee in me to get me through this." She says with a small smile, taking her hand from his.
Vince greets everyone else, ushering them all to sit back down. Lydia pulls her legs up to her chest, feeling a slight poke in her side due to Stephanie, she quickly drops them back on the floor.
"So Lydia, tell me. How are you liking the WWE? We did just bring you up from NXT, must be quite.. scary." Vince leans forward in his chair, staring intently at the small blonde.
Lydia looks over at Stephanie then to Vince, "I love it so far. I still need to adjust to the constant jet lag though..."
"The fans love you."
Lydia's face flushes a bright red.
"Do you know what they're calling you? The savior. Do you know why? They think you'll be the one to bring back the divas division, back to its former glory. Are they right, Lydia?" Vince leans forward again, "You're from the indies, aren't you? Recommended by Paul Heyman?"
Stephanie glances over at Lydia, shocked by this, "She was recommended by Heyman?"
"You didn't know?" Vince looks at Stephanie, "He almost strangled me trying to get her through the door."
Stephanie leans back in her chair, "No, I thought we picked her up from the modelling side. You've done modelling haven't you?"
Lydia flushes a bright red again, "No, no I haven't."
"Never?" Stephanie pushes.
"Never." Lydia affirms, shrugging, "Not my thing."
"Well anyways, you guys must be getting bored." Vince turns to the Shield members, "Must all be wondering why I brought you all here. So, it just popped into my head one night. Thought, why not? I don't see why not. I didn't see the harm, so here we are."
"Get on with it, Dad." Stephanie is grinning.
"I think Lydia should be part of the Shield."
Lydia's eyes widen, her mouth falling open.
"M-Me? I mean - what - um, wh-" She's fumbling over her words, can hardly believe it, nothing seems real anymore. Did she even climb out of bed this morning? Was this a dream?
"There's more." Vince says, smirking.
"Oh god." Lydia lets the words slip out.
The room fills with laughter and she feels her face flush.
"I want to see you in a.. romantic story line." Vince smirks, "But which one? I'm having a lot of difficulty deciding, so, I've trusted my daughter with this decision. She was in one of the best romantic story lines' of all time, so I trust her."
Lydia turns to Stephanie, raising an eyebrow at her.
Stephanie and Lydia were friends. Stephanie enjoyed Lydia's fighting spirit and how feisty she was. She enjoyed the never ending fight within Lydia. That Lydia loved wrestling, commonly called it 'her drug'.
"I thought about it a lot, I even did some poking around, into your history." Stephanie turns to Lydia, "I watched a lot of your indie videos, you were.. needless to say.. a monster back then. So it only seems fitting we'd bring back out the heel in you. The crazy bitch the fans have been asking for, the sassy woman I met when I first signed Lydia. The smart ass sitting in here today."
Lydia bites her tongue.
"Dean Ambrose seemed to be the only option." Stephanie leans back in her chair, shrugging her shoulders and folding her arms over her chest.
Vince Mcmahon lets out a little woop, proud of his daughter, "Perfect!"
Lydia looks over at Dean Ambrose to see him smirking at her. She feels her face flush and turns away immediately.
This was going to be interesting.
Stephanie catches up to Lydia when she's outside of her car, fumbling through her keys to find the correct one.
"Hey, Lydia!"
Lydia looks up, "Well if it isn't my favorite Mcmahon."
Stephanie grins, "Just wanted to catch up and see how you were doing. It looked like you were going to vomit in there."
"How'd you figure me out so easily, Mcmahon?" Lydia finally finds the key, pushing it into the lock and turning it. "Dean Ambrose, really?"
"I think you guys would be one of the most borderline un-PG couples the WWE can have right now." Stephanie walks around the side of the car, "You can't deny, it's a great idea. You two would be big, huge even."
Lydia leans on the car door, "I knew him a little in the indies. He was psychotic, cocky, arrogant, Stephanie if you want this to work, you best hope he isn't the same. Because I'll be punching him in the face before kissing him."
"Just, when they get the script done, read it through, you have my number. I went off what you would have wanted. If you had to pick between the three, I'm about 100 percent certain you would have picked Ambrose." Stephanie says cockily, her eyebrow lifted.
"Shut up, Stephanie." Lydia rolls her eyes, "I should get going."
"You'll love it, I promise. You're going to have the career of your life."
Lydia is an OC, just for those who didn't figure it out. :D Haha.
Anyways, OC/Dean Ambrose fanfic, woah how cool I know.
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