Be Good To Me
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"Gentlemen, I apologize for the delay," Vince sighed, feeling very much annoyed. The others in the room grumbled and glanced amongst each other. Vince was picking up his phone as Stephanie walked in. Putting it back down, he noticed the absence of the person they all were waiting for. "Well, where is she?" He snapped at Stephanie.
Stephanie never flinched as she talked to Vince and the rest of the group, "Her flight was delayed. I just got off the phone with her and she should be here any minute."
"Why in the hell was she taking such a late flight to begin with?" Vince snapped again. "These two can manage to be here on time. Why can't she ever be? It's ridiculous. Every time we have a meeting she does this. I'm gonna start having flights booked for her if she can't manage to get herself organized. I swear she does it on purpose..."
"Oh believe me," everyone's head snapped towards the doorway, where a beautiful blonde, dressed in ripped skinny jeans, knee high black heeled boots and leather jacket with a purple scarfs tucked into it, stood next to Stephanie with a sarcastic smile on her face, "as much as I love to see that vein pulse in your forehead, Vince, I can't control the weather. Maybe you should try giving me more warning than sending me a message the night before."
Pointing to two of the other women at the table, "These two managed to be here." Then taking in her a appearance, he scoffed, "and you couldn't even manage to dress appropriately for the meeting. You look like a bum."
The blonde scoffed in return, "First of all, Steph and Lauren had signings here yesterday. I was down at the facility working with the trainees. I had to book a flight out of Orlando, last minute. If you checked your scheduling, you'd know that. Secondly, because of the delay on the already later flight, I didn't have time to change. Stephanie said you were about to blow your top, so I came straight here. If you want to waste more time, I'll happily go change."
"Just forget it and sit down, Allie," Vince huffed and motioned for everyone to settle in for the meeting. After taking her leather jacket off to reveal a plain black v-neck tee, Allie sat down between her two cohorts, Steph and Lauren, better know to the wrestling world as Galaxy and Siren. After settling in she looked around the table at the familiar faces, until she came across three new faces sitting directly across from the three girls. She knew their faces well, though they had never met face to face until now. The three up and comers had just recently debuted and were tearing the WWE house down.
As she looked amongst them, she met one of their gaze. With a twinkle in his beautiful blue eyes and a devilish smirk on his lips, Jon Good, better known as Dean Ambrose, looked her over before returning his gaze to her eyes. Unable to hide her own smirk, she winked teasingly at him, making his smirk deepen. They remained locked on each other, until Vince's voice brought them out of their exchange.
"Now that everyone's here, let's get started. Allie the Doctor's have told us that you've been cleared to compete," he said looking thru his papers. Allie looked at him skeptically, but nodded. "We've decided to put you in the divas division and do a possible title run."
Lauren and Steph gripped Allie's arms to stop her from jumping out of her seat, "Are you kidding me? And how many divas am I going to have to destroy before you realize they can't handle the beating I dish out to them? I tore apart actual female wrestlers like Beth, Jazz, Lita, Trish, and Jackie, but you think that The Bella's, AJ Lee, Summer Rae, and Eva Marie stand a chance? For the longest time, Steph and Lauren were the only ones willing to wrestle against me, because they're the only ones who can keep up with me."
"Wait," A voice sounded from across the table. Looking up all three men had stunned faces, but the voice seemed to have come from Colby Lopez, aka Seth Rollins, as he was the one who spoke after attention was turned towards them, "You're that Allie? As in, the original Anti-Diva?" Jon didn't speak, just stared at her. Joe Anoa'i, or Roman Reigns was the next to speak.
"The first woman to win all the gold in the men's division? Wow Baby girl, you look different." All the ladies and a few of the men chuckled.
"I didn't win all the gold. All except the intercontinental," she smiled genuinely at him, "As for the appearance, people tend to look at you funny when you walk around with black and purple hair, duded up in black leather and a purple diamond on your face. I got tired of having crucifixes and holy water thrown at me." Everyone again, chuckled.
"Regardless of who you were, Allie," Vince chimed in, regaining everyone's attention. A look of hurt flashed across Allie's face, but was gone quickly. "We can't take a chance on you in the men's division with a bad knee. We took a chance on you with good knees and you ended up with a career threatening injury. We can't afford carelessness."
Allie erupted, "Carelessness?! I busted my ass to get to that point! I was finally winning the WWE title after 2 years of proving myself in a division that thought I was a joke. I fought like hell during that match, even after I fractured my knee cap. I finished the match and gave you a good show! Freak accident? Yes! Carelessness? Hell no! You can take your "women's" division and that joke of a title and shove it." With that, she stood up and stormed out of the room, heading for the elevator.
After waiting for the elevator to arrive, she walked in and punched the ground floor button. Just as the doors were about to seal, an arm shot in between the doors, stopping them from closing. The doors opened and Allie's gaze met those beautiful blue orbs that she had been transfixed on minutes before. Without saying anything, Jon moved inside the elevator and hit the button to seal the doors again.
Once the doors closed, he glanced to the side, looking at her. He could sense the anger radiating off her. He chose to remain silent for the ride down, not wanting to push her. Reaching the ground floor, Allie stormed off the elevator and thru the lobby. Jon followed behind and once they made it outside, Allie started in one direction, but was stopped by a hand clasping around her's and pulling her in the opposite direction.
After breaking out of her startled state, she began to struggle against his grip and movement, "Let me go, Jon! Where are you taking me?"
Tightening his grip on her hand, he pulled her forward, so she was walking along side him, "Relax, doll face," came Jon's rough, Cincinnati drawl, "We're going to my car. You need to take a couple deep breaths and calm down."
"Calm down?!" She snapped, as they reached Jon's car, "After what that ignorant ass just said to me?" Releasing her hand he dug into his pocket for the keys and opened the passenger side door. He reached inside and pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of the consul. Turning back to her, he chuckled seeing her with a cigarette already hanging out of her mouth as she struggled to light it, her hands shaking in anger. Striking his zippo, he pushed her lighter out of the way and lit the cigarette for her. She mumbled her thanks, before taking a deeper drag on the cigarette.
Allie took a minute to look Jon over as he turned to light his own cigarette. He was definitely gorgeous, the business casual look he was wearing for the meeting, wasn't his normal style, but he looked hott in it. The black dress pants, hugged his perfect bubble butt nicely and his baby blue dress shirt wrapped nicely around his chest and biceps. Yep, gorgeous.
Turning back to look at her, Jon smirked and tapped her on the nose, "Stay here." She scoffed at him as he walked around the back of the SUV and popped the hatch. She heard him rummaging around in the back and heard zippers and fabric shuffling. Suddenly his voice sounded, "He was wrong, you know."
"What?" She answered back, as she took another drag off the cigarette.
"Vince," he said, continuing his task in the back, "What he said about you? He was wrong." Allie sighed heavily and leaned against the side of the SUV.
"Was he though?" Allie said, looking down at the ground. "I mean, what chance do I really have in the men's division now? It was just a reality I wasn't ready to accept. What if he's right?"
"He's not," he responded, as she heard more fabric shuffling and zippers.
"And how do you know that?" She asked, as the hatch was slammed closed. She looked towards the back of the SUV, when Jon walked around
the side.
"Because you're the Allie Kat. The original Anti-Diva. You kick ass first, and ask questions later. You back down from no one, not even Vince McMahon. You're my favorite female wrestler in wrestling history and you're only just getting started." Allie smirked taking in his appearance.
"So is this your formal protest?" She motioned towards Jon's change of clothes. Gone, were his business casual attire and in its place ripped jeans, a plain black tee, black biker boots, a black cap, and a black leather jacket. Jon just smiled before taking a drag of his cigarette that he still managed to have. "Did you seriously just strip down to your underwear in headquarters parking lot?"
"Don't be ridiculous," he said moving closer to her, their chest practically touching. He leaned down so their noses were only a couple inches apart, "I'm not wearing any." With that Allie erupted into laughter, causing Jon to smile fully at the sound. "That's a beautiful sound," Jon said, making Allie blush slightly.
Recovering quickly, Allie eyed he clothes, "You know, all you need is a purple scarf and we could be twins."
"You have your scarf. I have my hat," Jon gave a small laugh of his own. "Think you're ready to go back and take this thing head on?"
"You wanna go back in dressed like that?" Allie asked, skeptically, "I mean it's one thing for me to do it, but you're still a rookie. You aren't worried?"
Jon bit his bottom lip and looked as though he were in deep thought. After a moment he spoke, "I've never been one to play by the rules, but I don't know if I should chance it," he leaned his shoulder against the SUV and rubbed his chin, "Unless you protect me." He gave her his best puppy dog face.
"Oh, so that's your game," Allie smirked crossing her arms across her chest, "Butter me up and then use me for your own career objectives. I see how it is."
"You caught me," Jon held up his hands in surrender, before grabbing the hem of her jacket and pulling her towards him, "Or we can just run away together. Then it would be a personal objective." Allie laughed again, making him grin, "Beautiful."
Suddenly a ringing from her jacket brought them out of their thoughts. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her phone and looked at the screen, never moving away from Jon. Answering the phone, she locked her eyes with his, keeping them locked during the call.
"Hey Chica... Yea, I'm ok... Good, he should be... When?... He does realize some of us have lives, right?... Well I wouldn't have if he wasn't such a dick... I'm sorry everyone got dragged into it though... I don't know... I got snagged by this hott guy in the parking lot and we're discussing running away together," she winked at Jon, making his grin broaden. He wrapped his free arm around her waist pulling her tight up against him. "Oh he is?... Did Joe or Colby try calling him?... Well he does seem a little weird. Maybe they should get one of those electronic chips put in his neck...," that earned her a hard smack on the ass, that made her yelp loudly. She slapped Jon's chest, moving the phone down and talking to him, "It was a joke! Geez, that hurt you brat." That earned her another crack, "Ow! Stop that!" She heard laughing coming from the other end of the phone, turning back to the phone, she snapped into it, "And you can shut up anytime Steph... Yea, he's with me... I'm starting to rethink this whole running away with him thing though," Jon's cute puppy dog face returned with a pout this time, "Oh that was just adorable."
"Jon Good is not adorable," he said with mock disgust. She pinched his cheek with her free hand.
"That look and these dimples say other wise," she stopped suddenly, blushing deeply, before snarling into the phone, "shut up both of you." Jon looked at her confused, but she just waved him off, "Yea... Where?" She looked at Jon, mouthing 'food?' to him as she listened to Steph. Jon shrugged and nodded.
Suddenly his phone went off in his pocket, releasing his arm around her waist he dug into his pocket grabbing his phone. Allie went to step away to give him some room, but Jon quickly pulled her back. He smirked at the screen before showing her. Joe's name flashed across the screen along with a photo of all three members of the shield tangled together as if they had just been wrestling around on the floor of a hotel room, pausing to smile for a quick pic. Allie laughed out loud at the sight. Jon answered the phone, smiling at her laugh.
"Hey man," Jon drawled, "Yea, sounds good... We're at the car... Nah, it's all good. Allie can sit on my lap," that earned him a nudge in the gut, "oof... Easy, princess." Jon laughed, then returned to Joe, "Yea, we'll see you at the car." He hung up just as Allie finished talking to Steph. "They're on their way. Joe said Vince had to postpone til tomorrow morning. Said Vince was beating himself up for what he said to you."
"And rightfully so," Allie huffed, making Jon chuckle. "If you wanna call me out on my disability, do it in private. Not in a room full of my peers," then she smirked, and wiggled her eyebrows at him, "and my biggest fan." Jon groaned at that.
"I never should've told you," he smiled, his hands resting on her hips, "Now you're gonna get a big head."
"Probably," she laughed.
"So, since we're stuck here til tomorrow, how would you feel about having dinner with me tonight?" Jon asked a little hesitantly. Allie cocked her head to the side, giving him a teasing look.
"Jonathan Good, are you asking me out on a date?" Jon shrugged slightly and nodded, "Rumors were you didn't date."
"Funny thing about rumors, especially ones about me, is that they're rarely true," Jon turned hearing voices approaching. He saw their friends making their way to the car. Turning back to Allie, he asked quickly, "So what do you say?"
Before Allie could answer, they were invaded by their friends asking where they were going to eat. They broke apart reluctantly, giving each other a small smile. After deciding they were all in the mood for diner food, they started piling into the SUV. Jon tossed Joe the keys, then opened the door for Allie. Once she climbed into the car, she slid over so Jon could climb in after her.
Hearing the other doors open she watched Joe climb into the drivers seat, Colby into the passenger seat, and Lauren and Steph start climbing into the backseat with her and Jon. Allie was pressed tightly between Jon and Steph, when she felt Jon's arm wrap around her waist and pull her onto his lap.
"Hey!" She laughed, making smile brightly at him. She leaned back into him slightly and moved her mouth next to his ear, "So where are you taking me for dinner?"
Speaking lowly, so only she could hear him, "Is that a yes?" She gave him a seductive look, biting her lip and nodding slowly. "Anywhere you want, princess." She smiled at him, with a slight blush. His eyes dropped to her lips, licking his own, "I really want to kiss you right now."
Allie leaned forward, looking as if she was about to fulfill the desire. Just as their lips were about to meet, Joe's voice rumbled thru the car, "Hey, you two! Knock that shit off. No necking in the car." Allie chuckled pulling back from Jon.
"Necking?" Allie met Joe's eyes briefly in the rearview mirror, "Really gramps?" Jon snorted back his laughter trying not to meet Joe's eyes.
"Don't make me come back there, doll face," Joe said trying to hide his smile, "I have no problem putting you over my knee."
"He's talking to you," Allie said turning to Jon, pinching his cheek again, "Doll face." Everyone, except Jon, erupted into laughter. The comment earned her a poke to the ribs, making her jump. Allie leaned back, closer to his ear, "Maybe if you're a good boy, you'll get a kiss later."
Jon scoffed at that, but smirked, "I'm always a good boy."
"That's debatable," Allie winked at him, before continuing, "So how should I dress for this evening?"
"If I had my way, clothes would be optional," Jon grinned wickedly at her, earning a blush from Allie. "But dress casual will work too." She smiled and nodded, getting comfortable in his lap for the rest of the drive.
TBC
A/N: This two-shot has been playing around in my head for a while now. I figure once it's finally written it'll stop being a nagging distraction from 'May I Be Your Shield?' and my complete attention can return to my chapter fic. Let me know what you think of this short fic. I'll have part two up soon.
If you haven't started reading my other fic and enjoy this couple, please give it a read and review. I just posted a new chapter and should have another up in a few days.
Thanks for reading! :)