Preview chapter. It may be a bit choppy, but I have all the other chapters outlined, I just wanted a preview to kind of lead up to the actual story.
In my mind, feel free to choose whoever you want, but I see her as Miss Hanna Beth, with some Scarlett Bordeaux mixed in there.
I know that not every reader, and this includes myself, knows the real names of all the wrestlers and people involved with WWE. Therefore, I will be keeping their screen/Ring names in this story. Also, I know wrestling is scripted, but I also know that sometimes real life events influence the scripts, so I will keep what happens in the ring, and on the shows very close to what is going on backstage and in 'story version real life'. There will be a lot of dialogue in this chapter, and possibly a lot of dialogue in every chapter. To me, it helps the reader see how the characters interact with each other. It's easier to write, and in my opinion, it's more entertaining to read. Reviews, comments, messages, suggestions, and criticism both good and bad, are very welcome. I hope you enjoy!
NOTE: I do NOT own anything related to WWE, or anything or anyone in this story. I'm not basing this off anyone or anything in particular, it's just a quick idea that I worked on and it grew into something I could write with. It does have language.
IMAGES: I am making banners, character outfits, and story photos and all will be uploaded to polyvore, and I will put the links in the chapters and on my profile
I look at my phone, texting. Headphones in, volume up, world off. That is, until someone grabs me and pulls me off the ground, giving me a mini heart attack as I scream at the top of my lungs. My headphones fall out and I hear laughing. I move around a bit, still in the air as I see who it is. Dean Ambrose. He sits me on the ground. I glare. "What the hell." I state.
I simply cannot help but to feel the rage die down just a bit as I stare into his beautiful eyes. Correction, his beautiful, arrogant eyes. Bastard.
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"Wow, you have a nice set of lungs on you." He says, looking me up and down. "Have you decided yet?" He asks. "You won't regret it." He adds. Images of them beating down my friends in the ring flash through my mind.
"I swear, the only thing keeping me from ripping you to pieces right now, is that I don't want more than one of you running around. One idiotic conceited jack hole is enough!" I say, anger in my voice as he smirks down at me. I can feel the heat from his body, we're standing so close. Almost touching chests. "Answer's still no"
"You know I'm right, baby doll." He says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. I roll my eyes as he lightly runs his thumb over my cheek. "You know it deep down."
"I know that you wish you were right." I look deep into his eyes. They're a weakness. I refuse to fall to them.
"One time, that's it. If you still feel the same, then fine." Dean says, trying to get me to change my mind. I sigh. "It'll be nice."
"If I do, and I don't change my mind, will you leave me alone?" I ask. He makes a thinking face before cracking a crooked smile.
"Nope." He states and crosses his arms. I roll my eyes. "Come on.. It's just dinner." He says, giving me a puppy dog face. I sigh and look away from him. "Aww, come on, you know you want to." He says before looking behind me. I turn and see Seth and Roman.
"Hey, come on man, we gotta go get ready our match is soon." He says. Dean sighs and tells them he'll be there in a minute. His eyes go back to me as I look up at him.
"Look, after our match I'll come find you." He says. I laugh.
"You're a jerk all the time.." I tell him. He puts his head down. "We fight constantly." He sighs. "I would probably murder you before the dinner's even over." I say.
"You don't understand.." He says. "In the ring, I'm surviving." He says. "Just.. I'll come find you. Okay?" He asks. I sigh but agree. You'll find me alright... I smile as he walks away, thinking about what's about to go down. I walk the opposite direction and double back, ending up in the hallway of their locker room.
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I press my body against the wall, waiting silently. I begin to have second thoughts, asking if this would upset them more than I intended... Fuck it, let's find out.
I hear the door knob jiggle. I peek around and jump back just as the door opens. I hear them mumbling to each other as their footsteps travel the opposite way, about to go out for their match. I peek around again, glancing at the three, tall, muscular, men wearing all black. My eyes linger on the one on the end, dirty blonde hair.. amazing arms.. Snap out of it!
I shake my head and wait as I watch them disappear behind the corner before I make my move.
Moving quickly, I grasp the strap of the duffel bag and move to the door, gripping the knob.. Unlocked... How arrogant. No one messed with your stuff... Until now.
I pick up my cell phone. "I'm in. Doors open, they must think everyone's too afraid to mess with them." I say to my partner in crime. Also, my best friend's boyfriend.
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"You sure you wanna do this? I mean, your sisters gonna be so pissed when she finds out. She's dating one of them." The voice says. "I'm here." The line goes dead as I hang up my phone and turn around to see him as he walks through the door. "She may kill you." He says in a joking tone.
"I know, but Rollins isn't really scary, and they're both love-sick puppies when they're together. She'll get over it soon." I say, with little to no care. "Besides, Punk, this isn't so bad." I shrug my shoulders.
"Tomorrow nights will be." He said with laughter. "You want in on that too? Cena's in. I think Bryan is too." He says, looking at me as we take out our 'Weapons'. I sigh and look at him.
"I'm not really into Cena since he basically broke Nikki's heart." I state. I could kind of, almost, break his face. Without thinking twice. Nikki's a good friend.
"Ah. Probably for the best." Punk states. "Let's get to work." He says with a nod. I smile as I pick up Ambrose's Shield hoodie, holding it in one hand as the other grasps the bottle of water mixed with glue, just enough to make it sticky. I begin spraying the back of the hoodie and lay it down before I pick up the cylinder of pink and purple sparkles. You better believe I poured that a hell of a lot. I smile.
"It's beautiful." I say laughing. I look over at punk, spray painting random insults on the walls. I laugh as I read them. Small buckets of random colored paint come next. Paint, everywhere. Over everything.
"It's good. But it's not enough. Let's turn shit over." I suggest, looking to Punk for approval. He nods and we begin turning everything over. Chairs, tables, the couch. Everything we could get our hands on. We stand back and look. "Damn.. we're great."
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'Hell yeah we are." He agrees. He glances and double takes at the clock. "Oh, shit! We gotta go!" He says with a smile. We haul ass, knowing their match is almost over and they'll be heading in here soon. I take one last look before booking it to the divas locker room, but not before high-fiving Punk in the hallway.
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"Hey, where've you been?" I hear the voice of my sister as I close the locker room door. I turn around and smile at her innocently.
"Just hangin' around. Bored, of course." I reply. The diva pushes her two-toned hair to the side and sighs.
"I'm bored too." She says with a defeated smile. I nod and sit next to her on the bench. "You wanna walk around?" She asks. My heart skips a beat, thinking about if the Shield sees us. Of course, they won't know its me. Punk's trashed their bus before. Plus, it would look like I'm being normal. A perfect cover.
"Yes. I do." I state. "Very much." I mumble and ignore the weird look she gives me as we stand and head towards the door. "Let's go to catering!" I suggest excitedly. She laughs and agrees as we start our mission to get food. A lovely salad bar with everything you could possible need is the sight that greets us. I sigh dreamily. "Sweet baby Jesus.." I say in a trance as I see Kaitlyn get her phone out of her pocket.
"Oh my God!" She says, horrified. She rushes next to me and shows me the text from Seth, telling her what happened to their dressing room. I fake shock.
"Oh my God! Why?" I say, putting on a show. She nods and studies my face as I turn back to the salad bar. "Who would be brave enough, or stupid enough, to do that? Jesus.." I say, trailing off as I get what I want.
"I know, they're on their way here. He's so mad." She says. I begin to get nervous. God, don't let them find out while I'm in reach of them. I'll be a dead girl. "I can't believe it.." She says, still in shock. I fight a smile as I wait for her to get her food before sitting down and waiting on the Shield.
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"I'd do anything, just to hold you in my arms to try to make you laugh, cause somehow I can't put you in the past-" Kaitlyn picks up her cellphone. I ignore it, lost in my own thoughts.
"Wow.." She says to me. I look at her. "They're going to be a few more minutes, someone totally messed up Dean's hoodie. Somehow, they glued glitter all on it and he didn't realize it before he put it on." She says. I crack a smile and snicker. She stares. "Did you do this?!" I look at her.
"No! Why would I?" I ask, feeling the nerves again. She stares, disbelieving. She opens her mouth to say something, but her eyes flick behind me and I turn around and see the Shield almost at us. I see glitter still on Ambrose and I turn around and kill the laughter and smiles begging to bust out. He's so pissed.
"Hey baby.." Seth says with a kiss to Kaitlyn as he sits next to her. Roman sits next to Seth as a chair is moved beside me and I see Ambrose in it. I sigh. He glances at me. No smirk, no smart remark. Damn.. He's super pissed.
"I can't believe it." Seth says. Roman nods. Dean twitches.
"Who ever it is, they're gonna get their ass fucking handed to them! I'm going to tear them apart, limb from limb!" Dean says, angrily. I roll my eyes at him.
"I'm going to spear them." Roman says.
"The weird thing is tho.. Our stuff was separated. Mine and Romans were at one end.. And Dean's was at the other. It's like two attacks in one." Seth says. Fuck. Forgot about that.
Kaitlyn glances at me as I put my head down, focusing on my salad. "That is weird.." She says. Shit.. She's catching on.
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"Who the fuck would put all that fucking glitter.." Dean says, double taking at me. I stare back at him as his eyes go all over my body. I look down... Double fuck.
"What?" I ask innocently. He points to my arm. Glitter. "You have it all over you, glitter boy, it must have fallen off." I say, dismissing it. He shakes his head.
"No, you didn't touch me. That didn't fall off me. Where'd you get it?!" He says, his voice rising. I roll my eyes and stand, he mirrors my actions. "Where are you going?!" He says, anger in voice as I begin walking around him. "Hey!" He says, catching my arm. I hear Kaitlyn say 'Hey!' I stare up at him, he's a good foot taller than me.
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"I'm going to throw this away, and I'm not sure what I'm going to do after that. You, are starting to piss me off." I say as I jerk my arm out of his grip and begin walking towards the trashcans next to the door. I dump it in, and glance back at the Shield, seeing them all standing up and Ambrose on his way over to me. I don't think twice before bolting out the door and running as fast as I can in the first direction I see. I glance back and Ambrose is running after me. I hear him call a "HEY!" And after a few more moments of running, a "FUCKING STOP!" I laugh and keep running, passing some superstars, some of them looking concerned, others amused. Some, just indifferent. I realize where I am after a few more seconds, which isn't great.. I've made a large circle. "STOP RUNNIN!" I hear Dean call from behind me. I push on, making a different turn, heading towards the entrance for the fans. I can disappear in the crowd. I make another turn, running out where the Shield usually enters for their matches. The spotlight is turned on me as I hear the commentators. I can feel the energy from the crowd, it's like electricity flowing through me, urging me to keep running. Faces blur past me. My feet pound the cement.
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"Wow, someone's in the holiday spirit tonight! Look at Brooke's outfit!" Michael Cole says. (See her outfit here on www dot polyvore dot com.. brookes_first_outfit/set?id=117223283) _ [[Link is also on my profile]]
"Yeah, and I'm lovin' it! Wait.. Is that Dean Ambrose chasing her?!" Jerry says.
"Do you think she's behind what happened to The Shield's dressing room?" Michael asks.
"She's so small, she had to have had help! But why else would he be chasing her?" JBL chimes in. Jerry laughs.
"Dean's been chasing her for quite a while, just in a different way." Jerry says.
I look around, hoping for an exit. Dean's not letting up.
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"Brooke! Brookelynn!" I hear. I look around and see Seth and Roman in the ring. "We have something of yours." He says, holding up my duffel bags, which holds my clothes, ring gear, a lot of stuff. I run my hand through my hair. "Stop running, or we're going to keep this." I sigh putting my hands on my hips and leaning back against the concrete wall at the top of the stairs. "Good girl. Dean, bring her down here." Seth says as Dean closes in on me.
He grips my upper arm lightly. "Come on." He says, frustrated. I pull my arm away from him and try to walk on my own.. "No you don't." I hear him say before I feel arms go around my waist, lifting me off my feet. I struggle a bit as he turns me around and throws me over his shoulder.
"What the hell!" I say, hitting his back. 'Nice view.' I hear, arrogance in his voice.
"Ambrose looks too happy with himself right now, Jerry." Michael Cole says.
"She was going to go willingly it looked like, Ambrose didn't have to carry her." JBL says.
"I bet it would be a nice view though." Jerry says, laughing. "I never thought I'd want to be Dean Ambrose until now."
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I try to get free, wiggling and pushing against his shoulder before I feel his hand go around my knees. He swings me out a bit before sitting me down and I realize he put me over the barricade as he jumps over it arrogantly. I roll my eyes as he smirks at me. "She wants me." He yells to the commentators. I turn and glare before walking up the steel steps, ignoring their comments as I climb in the ring and get toe to toe with Seth and Roman, Dean to my back.
"We have your stuff.. But we'll give it back, if you tell us who helped you trash our dressing room." He says. I sigh and look down. 'Tell us.' I hear Roman say.
I take the microphone from Seth. "You know, I'm usually not a rat.. But I do need those bags.." I say, the crowd boos me. "Hey, that's got my stuff!" Booed again. "Whatever, anyway.. I guess you're going to um.. Give some justice to the person who helped me.. right?" I ask.. A plan forming.
"You better believe it." Seth says.
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"Okay.." I say as Dean walks around to Seth's side. I sigh. "It was Brad Maddox." I say. Teach you to take me out of the #1 Contenders match.. douche. The crowd laughs and cheers. The Shield look confused.
"What?" Dean asks. I shrug. "You don't really expect us to believe that do you?" He asks, taking a step towards me. I nod.
"I mean, after you guys beat him down a few months ago, we didn't think anybody would think it was us together, obviously we were right too." I state. "He wanted revenge against you guys." I add.
"So, he trashed our stuff... Why did you trash Dean's stuff?" Seth asks. I look down.
"Because.. I wanted to." The crowd cheers. Dean stares at me before smirking and taking the mic from Seth.
"She loves to hate me. You all, love to hate me.. But her.." He points at me before continuing, "But you, Brookelynn.. It's not hate your feeling for me. No, what you feel for me is something entirely different than hate. What you hate, is that you feel it." He states, a smirk on his face. My heart skips a beat.. Is he right?