Never in my life did I think I would ever be backstage at a WWE RAW event. Fortunately my friendship with Byron 'Big Daddy Yum Yum' Wilcox has earned me a ticket there. Byron and I had known each other since he wrestled in AAW, down in Louisiana, as Angel of Sin. Despite the very convincing heel character he played, Byron was a sweet guy in real life. My twin brother, who did commentary for AAW for a while, introduced me to Byron. We were good friends, close enough to be siblings. A few people mistook it for something more but he and I just never clicked that way. Byron and I were just chatting backstage, out of view of some of the other superstars. I was a friendly person but still a tad shy around strangers and nothing got more strange than this group of people.

"Cy, come on. I could really use you out there and you know the business by now." Byron had been trying and trying to talk me into valeting for him instead his old buddy, Chad managing him. "You know how I feel about being on camera. It's just not my gig. Let me stick to writing bestsellers and you can light up the television with 100 watt smile." I poked him in the ribs to drive my point home. "You know, I had an old drinking buddy named Cy." I nearly jumped out of my skin at the raspy sound of Jon Good, better known as Dean Ambrose. Byron stepped in front of me, a look of frank dislike on his face. "Her name is Cyren."

I gulped down a big bag of nerves and pushed my best friend aside. "Cyren Nightsong." Jon smirked at me, looking me up and down. I wasn't built like a Diva, by no means, but I liked to think I looked alright. My voice and legs usually got the most attention, which is why I chose the black leather skirt and knee high boots for tonight. When I noticed him staring at my red halter top, I took his chin in my fingers and forced him to look me in the eye. "Sounds like a stripper name. Where do you dance, sweetheart?" That was it! I was shy but I had a bad temper too. If Byron had grabbed hold of me, I would have jumped his ass. "You jack ass!" He managed to restrain me while that creep just smiled, those annoyingly cute dimples flashing. "I would bail, if I were you. She's no Diva but she was a cop for a better part of a decade."

It had been a job I loved but an eventual injury had me sidelined on a desk permanently so I was forced to quit. "Feisty little thing." Jon walked away but I noticed that someone had been watching us the whole time. "oh girl, I think you may have caught some bad attention." I was automatically worried that I may have caused Byron some problems. He had just started this job and I did not want to ruin his chances here. Hunter Levesque approached the two of us, a smile just appearing as he looked my way. Seemed like the creepy guys here were drawn to me. I seriously needed to change my fucking perfume! "Mr. Willcox. I see you've met Mr. Ambrose over there. I have a proposition for you. I think you and your little friend might have a place here." My face turned beet red. No way in hell did I want to live this day in and out.

Jon's POV

I was just tickled pink by the whole thing. That little Southern scrapper was too damn cute when she was pissed off. Colby bumped into me in the hallway, a weird look on his face. "Ok, what did you do?" A fake innocent look painted my face. "Mr. Lopez, I am hurt by the accusation!" Colby Lopez, better known as Seth Rollins, rolled his eyes at me which only made me chuckle. " One of new guys had a little friend backstage. Hot little brunnette with a Cajun accent. You should have seen that little thing when she's mad. Hot damn!" Colby just shook his head and went to get ready for the next promo.

Cy's POV

"I can't do this!." Byron was doing his best to calm me down. "It's live television. What if I goof this up?" He gave me his best hug, his chin on top of my head. "You will do fine. You valeted for a few of the guys in AAW and you always managed to pull it off. I doubt the head of the company would take interest if he didn't see something in you. This puts both of us at the top of our game." Byron always could talk me into anything. "Please, Cy?" He looked at me with that puppy dog face and I caved. "Alright alright alright. Shut off the puppy face. You know I can't stand that." He chuckled and hugged me tight. "You won't regret this."

Considering the script, I knew I would to some extent. When Byron was wrestling as Angel of Sin, I would valet with him under the name of Reaper. Jazz had taught me what she could so I could sneak in and help Byron "cheat". My twin, Billy, was psyched about his sister actually learning the moves since he couldn't. (My twin brother was disabled and spent most of his time with painful arthritis.) I never had any ambition to pursue it. Working with Byron was enough for me while I figured things out. Writing became my passion and I was almost finished my first book. How I was going to fit this in?

I stood there next to Byron in make up, in a pair of tight jean shorts, my knee high boots and an off the shoulder top with a skull and roses emblazoned on the front. He was getting his done while I stood by, nibbling on my thumb nail, worrying about what was supposed to happen. I felt Byron take my hand to get my attention and gave it a squeeze. "Don't worry so much, Cy. Just let things happen, let it flow. Worry about it later. Just listen to the music and let it flow." Once we we were in Gorilla, I peaked out to see Jon on the mic, rambling over Seth Rollins."

"Seth Rollins is too chicken to face me..." That was when Byron's music hit and we pranced out, he in a pair of cheetah print tights and a mic in his hands. I made my signature grimace at the fans, following after my best friend as we entered the ring. "You shouldn't be worried about Rollins..Oh no no no no.." I had to bite the inside of my cheek not to smile. Byron's in-ring character always cracked me up. "You should be worried about me..BIG DADDY YUM YUM!...Yes ladies, I am here. Please no fainting. I might blush." Jon just stood there, looking a tad confused at the interruption. "And who is this? Sparkles?" The crowd laughed and I was just enough annoyed from earlier to pull off the look on my face. "I wouldn't tease her...This here is my best friend, Reaper."

I took the mic from Byron, a mocking smile on my face. "I would be more worried about my buddy here. He's the one that's gonna..." When Jon started to walk off, I raised my voice. "Don't walk away from me, ya little coward!" That made him freeze in his tracks and stand toe to toe with me, a death glare on his face. "If you were a guy, that would have earned you a punch, little lady." God, this guy was a pest. "I was thinking the same about you." The crowd erupted in O's and jeers as Rollins walked out, holding his Money in the Bank briefcase. Jon turned to stare down his ex-partner. "I'm no lady!" With those words, I low-blowed the Lunatic Fringe and pulled him into a neck breaker that was taught to me by Jazz.

Byron and I ran out the ring, laughing and headed back to the ramp with Rollins smiling. The crowd was going crazy and I was slightly buzzed from the adrenaline. Once backstage, Byron clapped me on the back. "Told you it would be fine." What had I gotten myself into?

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This is a one shot that I may turn into a story if you guys like it. Let me know if you want to continue this. I can guarantee Jon/Cy's interactions are going to be hilarious.