For the life of him, Bryan Danielson could not understand why in the hell they'd given him a valet. He'd been over it half a million times, really.. But he'd come to no real and conclusive answer. They'd told him it was because both their careers could use that little extra push, because she was just starting out and about to enter the Diva division and he was sort of just.. standing still, currently. Sure, he was one half of the champion tag team, but..

Tag teams weren't what got people noticed, not according to creative.. And according to creative, for some unknown reason, a lot of fans (mostly female, he suspected) wanted to see him in some kind of 'onscreen romance'.

" And I have to do this?" he asked again, just to make sure he was hearing right. He'd been looking for a way to play the middle and be neither a heel nor a face for a while now, what could getting a valet possibly have to do with it?

Though he had to admit, her name sounded familiar, almost like he'd heard it somewhere before... He let his mind ponder that for a while and was snapped out of his thoughts by Paul Levesque who cleared his throat and then said" Yeah." Paul Levesque winked as he punched Bryan lightly in the shoulder as he said, " Hey.. Might not turn out to be a bad thing.. Didn't you and that Brie chick just break up?"

" I'd really rather not think about that." Bryan said calmly,stiffly. Brie had done the unthinkable in his book. She'd cheated on him, then she'd turned her back on him. She knew he was going through a really, really bad time in his career, and she just couldn't wait to get away from him. To say it was a sore subject was putting it mildly, in his opinion.

Paul laughed and Bryan walked out of the office, wondering what creative had up their sleeves, and why Paul had only told him, "She'll find you tonight." instead of just letting them meet face to face.

He was still grumbling about it, when he walked into his tag team partner, Glenn Jacobs, aka Kane.

Glenn raised a brow and then asked, " What's your problem, goatface?"

"They're making me come out to my solo fights with a valet. Do I look like a guy who'd get a valet?"

Glenn almost fell over in laughter then said " We're on in a few. And I just saw those fucks from Punk's little entourage in back."

Bryan grumbled about that, and then walked into the men's locker room.

... Meanwhile, down the hall, in the Diva locker room, Vivienne Landry sat doing her own hair and makeup. Tonight was special. Her makeup, her hair, the outfit she wore, it all had to be absolutely perfect. It had to make a statement, catch attention of fans, (and admittedly, parts of her hoped that parts of Bryan noticed) and make them wonder who she was, what she was doing there.

Not only was it her debut, but it also marked the fulfillment of an ultimate fantasy of hers..

Meet the American Dragon, Bryan Danielson, in person.. Getting to work with him, on screen. She certainly hadn't expected that to be offered when she'd talked to Paul, Stephanie and the rest of creative development earlier.

And of course, when she'd vaguely mentioned an interest in him, for some odd reason, creative jumped on it( leaving out how hot the man made her, of course,). Especially since the attacks began on team Hell No -and others- lately, at the hands of her former boyfriend Dean Ambrose's stable the Shield had only just started.

A shudder passed through her curvy body as she thought about Dean. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, and propped her chin on her hand.

This was the big time.. This had to be major..

And somehow, she had this odd feeling that she was most likely going to be smack in the middle of it. Right in the proverbial line of fire.

The words Paul said earlier rang in her mind.. " Just go along with whatever your gut tells you. We're testing you in an improv. If you feel swayed towards one person or the other, during that match tonight, when the Shield comes out, then go with it. That's gonna help us figure out some things.. I'm thinking creative wants to play on your bitter break up with Ambrose."

The breakup wasn't bitter. It was hell. Dean was the one man she was deathly afraid of. Kane? Big red panda. Taker? grumpy old biker.

Noone realized this, but Dean Ambrose was legit insane. As in full on, bats in the belfry, batshit crazy. And... he was still clinging to her, in ways. He called her at night, sometimes loaded, and then he'd hang up. Other times she suspected that he'd had a copy of their old apartment key made, because she'd come home, and it'd feel like someone had been there.. And then there were the nights she'd be out at a nightclub, enjoying her newly found freedom and she'd look up and think she saw him out of the corner of her eye..

Noone knew, because she was that damn afraid of him.

He bought out the vulnerable and weak scared little girl in her like noone else ever could. And after 5 years of it, only staying because she was afraid if she left he'd snap and then either kill her, or a boatload of other people, she'd finally had enough, ended it just a month ago after he put her in the hospital.

The closer it got to time for her to go down to the ring, make her entrance, the more curious that she grew as to what her ex and his stable had to do with her debut in the WWE.

The match began, and she did as planned, calmly walking down the ramp, sitting on the very edge of the announcer's table in her denim cutoffs and NO! NO! NO! altered t shirt, just like she'd been told to do by creative..

And about halfway through the match, it happened.. Out of nowhere, the Shield ran down and began attacking Team Hell No like usual.

Every muscle in her body was tense, her mouth was dry, her throat was closed up with fear when Dean fixed those crazy eyes of his on her.

She stood and slunk towards the group..

Dean stopped his movements and walked to her, almost as if on autopilot, eager to have her back under his thumb, in his bed, and at his beck and call.

Instead, when he got in front of her, she calmly picked up the kendo stick she saw poking out beneath the ring apron, and started assaulting him with it. Dean, of course, grabbed her.

Kane hissed at his partner and said " Your valet is in deep shit, Goatface." as he nodded in the direction.

It all clicked into place, why Paul hadn't let him meet her before the show, and what she had to do with the Shield. They were giving him his "tween" role, finally.

Tonight meant he was making a turn towards the neutral, because before now, he'd been considered a heel. If he saved the girl, then the female fans would start to notice.. He'd gain a few points, and the rest would go from there.

" Chair, Kane." Danielson said calmly as he walked up the ramp to where Ambrose had his new valet in a choke hold, half dragging her, not caring that they were live.

" Hey.. This is what I think of your shitty shield." Danielson said calmly as he raised the chair, and it met with Ambrose's kidneys.

The second Vivienne was free, she scooted backwards across the floor, away from Dean, as fast as he could, only stopping long enough to spit in his face for all he'd done to her when they were together offscreen.

Bryan smirked a little, then grabbed her hand and lead her back to the ring.

She smiled a little, mostly apologetically, and mouthed "Thank You." as Daniel shrugged, not giving any indication as to whether he actually liked her, or disliked her at the moment.

But he was curious.. Why had she really looked scared as hell right then? That kind of fear was definitely not easy to fake.

As they walked up the ramp with Kane, he looked at her and then said quietly, " I'm still not even sure if I like this damn idea, to be honest." grumbling mostly to himself, even though, try as he might, he really couldn't stop eyeing her body.
So she was pretty.. Brie had been a damn knockout, and she'd ripped his heart out of his chest. That alone gave him reason enough to not trust Vivienne. That alone gave him more than enough incentive to not like this idea.

So why'd he just jump in and save her, when a) he didn't know her and b) she had been dating the enemy?
He shook his head and kept grumbling, tore his eyes off of her.
Something that beautiful had to be pure evil. They had to be.

And if she weren't, then she probably wasn't worth the trouble she was bringing into their partnership as fighter/valet.

Yet even leaving the arena that night, he couldn't get her or tonight's events off his mind. As soon as he was at the hotel he scanned the sign in book while waiting for his keycard, and made mental note of her room..

And naturally, creative had to be up to something, because they were in an adjoining suite.

But what was Creative up to with this new storyline? Why had she been put with him, (and according to Glenn, who talked to Paul after the show, she was also coming out with Team Hell No) and Kane of all people? Why not Sheamus or Cena, one of those guys?

There was a connection here, but he was missing it. And he didn't like that knowledge one little bit.