**Some of you may recognize this and most of you won't. This story idea was originally John Cena and Stone Cold Steve Austin. I went through and revamped it - updated it to WWE now with Dean Ambrose and Bray Wyatt. Why? Because I wanted to, haha! The story used to be called 'The High Road' and it's sequel was 'Twisted'. I've decided to combine both stories together to make one gigantic one and am calling it by the original sequel title. Hopefully that doesn't confuse anyone. Hope you all enjoy this and remember, I love reviews and use the flames to heat my backside!**

Torsion

Chapter 1

Same typical night.

Some things never changed.

Sitting in the dressing room going over the schedule for her current clients, Eviana sighed heavily and thought back to how she got this job in the first place. That's right – It was Meena's fault! Her best friend worked for the World Wrestling Entertainment as a masseuse and pulled a few strings to acquire an interview with the boss, Vince McMahon. The man hired her on the spot, assigning Eviana to one of the brashest arrogant men in the WWE roster today. He was known as the Lunatic Fringe, but his name behind closed doors was Jonathan Good. Debuting in the company after being in developmental just short of a year, Jon was part of one of the greatest factions in WWE history – The Shield. Alongside Joe Anoa'i –WWE fans knew him as Roman Reigns, the Enforcer and powerhouse of the group- and Colby Lopez –Fans knew him as Seth Rollins- they dominated WWE with an iron fist and had the best chemistry in the ring together. But now each man had started their own single's career in the company and so far, all 3 were successful.

Eviana loathed Jon. The man didn't have an ounce of respect for anyone or anything around him and was always full of himself. It made her wonder if he'd ever get his head out of his backside one of these days. Someone had to knock him down or put him out of action for a while, but that was wishful thinking on her part. It also didn't help Jon treated Eviana like garbage, though that was a nicer term than what she came up with in her mind. More like pond scum and dirt – Eviana couldn't quite put her finger on it and really didn't want to. All of her energy these days had vanquished due to being Jon's personal assistant. Granted, Jon was gorgeous, there was no denying that fact. Hell, Eviana couldn't deny it mentally, but when it came to his cocky attitude, she wanted to belt him across the face.

This night would be no different unfortunately.

Jon preened in the nearby mirror, adjusting the silver hoop dangling from his left ear with a smirk. He was god's gift to women and had his fill of pussy. Everywhere he went, women threw themselves at him at every turn and panties dropped in the blink of an eye. However, the only woman Jon really wanted sat not even 10 feet away from him currently. Eviana was beautiful, possibly the most stunning woman he'd ever laid his eyes on. She had long silky soft black hair that always flowed down her back in waves and Jon craved to run his fingers through it. What intrigued him most about Eviana were her eyes. Midnight blue orbs filled with so much mystery and hatred for him. He shrugged it off, not letting much bother him since he was on top of the world in the WWE.

"So sweet cheeks, how's it looking over there?" He asked, glancing at Eviana through the reflection in the mirror and grinned broadly at the frustration adorning her face.

Getting under her skin was one of his favorite things to do. Rolling her eyes, Eviana didn't dignify his question with a response and continued looking over the schedule, blatantly ignoring him. This was the same game he always played with her every night and it was getting old fast.

"It's coming along, Ambrose." She replied gruffly, clearing her throat while crossing one leg over the other.

The outfit she chose to wear that evening consisted of a short grey skirt that went with a matching cardigan, a white blouse beneath it and black pumps on her feet. Jon snorted, knowing what she was doing and walked over to stand behind her, leaning down to look at the schedule himself. Even if there wasn't something wrong, Jon would point out mistakes just to ruffle her figurative feathers and jabbed his finger at a certain mistake he spotted.

"You're gonna have to cancel half of those appearances." There were too many autograph signings in his opinion. "I got other things to do this month."

His mouth hovered right over her ear, his hot breath caking it and Jon grinned when he felt her body tense, knowing she was getting agitated. This was how it went every night. Jon would walk over after Eviana finished with the schedule and always find something wrong with it. Would things ever change around here? More than likely not.

"Tough shit, Ambrose." She retorted swiftly, setting the schedule down on the small table beside her. "Vince gives me the appearances and I work them into your schedule the best I can. You don't like it? Go talk to someone who gives a fuck." Her voice was sweet as honey, the smile on her face serene, but it did not touch her cool eyes.

Jon didn't appreciate her attitude towards him and narrowed his eyes, folding his arms in front of his chest. "Listen here, sweet cheeks, it's YOUR job to give a fuck, so why don't you do your secretary thing and shut up? When I want lip from you, I'll rattle my zipper." Snorting, he walked over to the cooler that was in the dressing room and pulled some water out of it to wet his dishwater blonde curls.

If looks could kill, Jon would be dead on the floor at that moment. Eviana glared back at him and abruptly stood from the chair, stalking over to shove him against the wall. "Let's get ONE thing straight, prick, I'm not here for YOUR personal reasons. I'm here for your professional use ONLY, nothing more. Don't like it? Get someone else or shut your damn mouth and follow the schedule I give you!" Turning, Eviana stormed away from him to stand on the other side of the dressing room and tried to calm down.

The arrogant dick knew just what to say to push her buttons and it unnerved her!

"Personal assistant, Eviana, remember that. As for the professional part, you need to start acting more like it and keep your hands to yourself." Jon advised with a cocky grin crossing his lips. "At least until we're somewhere else." When Eviana began trembling with anger from his words, Jon laughed outright and stepped out of the room to go grab his script for the night.

He won again.

"Asshole." Eviana mumbled under her breath and sat back on the couch, crossing her ankles and sucked in a few inhales of air to cool her simmering temper.

Jon would be the death of her yet. Eviana knew it and already planned her funeral ahead of time. She shoved the papers away and walked out of the room, her sour mood lifting immediately at the sight of Bray Wyatt –His real name was Windham Rotunda, but he went by Bray, not crazy about being called Windham- coming toward her. Even with the semi-long beard, there was something incredibly sexy about Bray. Or maybe Eviana had waited too long to be with a man. Eviana immediately adjusted what she wore for The Eater of Worlds and leader of the Wyatt Family, smoothing her skirt and hair out. She flashed a smile while brushing past him on her way to catering and didn't realize her gardenia scent lingered behind her, infiltrating Bray's senses.

Halting, Bray slowly turned to watch the raven haired vixen and arched a curious brow, groaning as soon as her scent filled his nostrils. He rubbed his beard thoughtfully for a moment before deciding he could use something to drink. Ever since he came to the main roster from NXT, Bray had adjusted nicely to the schedule and chaos of WWE. He thrived on it and ate up all the attention the fans gave him every time the Wyatt Family made their presence felt. It was almost mid-year in 2014 and they'd been the center of attention ever since debuting, much like the Shield had. WrestleMania had been an experience, even though he lost to John Cena, but Bray didn't mind because at least he was part of the biggest show of the year. His time would come, Bray just had to wait it out, pay his dues and soon he would be at the top of the food chain. Right now, however, he had a one track mind and headed in the same direction Eviana did.

Eviana pulled a dollar bill out of her purse and began slipping it in the machine since catering had run out of bottled water. She could feel eyes boring into her back and knew who it was, not having to turn around. Jon. Eviana didn't acknowledge his presence, deciding if he was going to treat her like trash than she would do the same to him. Jon watched her long and hard, not believing how well she treated every other coworker. Why did he always get the cold shoulder? Pale blues narrowed at the sight of Bray Wyatt walking through the door and made a beeline for Eviana. What the hell was that about?

With catlike reflexes, Bray caught the bottled water Eviana dropped and held it out to her, bright electric blues locking with midnight. "Here you go, honey." He smiled, captivated by her beauty. Why hadn't he noticed it before? "I'm Bray, don't think we've met officially."

Eviana tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and took the water from him, their fingers brushing together momentarily. "I've heard of you, Bray. Nice catch." She winked, waving the bottled water at him and bit her bottom lip shyly.

"Not a problem." Bray chuckled with a shrug and leaned against the beverage machine. "I didn't mean to startle you. Sorry about that."

"You didn't." Eviana assured him sweetly, midnight blues sparkling back at him. She had to admit Bray looked exceptionally delicious in the white pants and black sleeveless top he wore, showing off his muscular tattooed arms. They weren't sleeves, but covered enough to be noticeable. "I've watched you in the ring. You've got a lot of talent and I hope the company recognizes that."

Bray grinned at her compliment. "Glad to know I have at least one fan in the company…" He trailed off, not recalling what her name was.

"Eviana." She extended her free hand and felt sparks shoot up her arm as soon as his practically swallowed hers.

"Beautiful name."

His fists clenched tightly, almost to the point of turning ghostly white and Jon felt his blood boil when they started conversing. Since when was Eviana chummy with Bray? Jon couldn't believe this. That bitch acted like he was scum of the earth, but whored herself out for Bray Wyatt?! His temper was skyrocketing at an alarming rate, not appreciating her ice queen attitude toward him she portrayed, but treated everyone else kindly. Jon was prepared to put a stop to it and simply surveyed the situation, biding his time waiting for the right moment to intervene. His patience ran for 5 minutes and that was all he could take. Enough was enough. Standing, Jon squared his shoulders and stalked over to where Eviana and Bray stood openly flirting with each other. That just pissed him off further.

Starting to say something else, Bray stopped and hesitated at the sight of Dean Ambrose approaching them looking like a man on a mission. "Hey." He greeted evenly in a quiet tone and wondered what was going on between Eviana and the ex-Shield member.

"Evie, we gotta go. Almost time for my match." Jon informed her, placing a hand on her shoulder and started ushering out of catering with a firm grip, growling when she pulled away from him instantly.

"I don't go out to the ring with you, Ambrose." Eviana raised a brow up at him, her tone cool and folded her arms in front of her chest. "You can do it yourself. I'm on a break and in the middle of a conversation you just interrupted. Excuse me." She turned on her heel and walked back over to where Bray stood, smiling apologetically. "Sorry about that. Being HIS personal assistant can be a pain in the ass."

Bray waved her off dismissively, not interested in hearing about her job with the company. "Not a problem, honey. Though he seems like a pill." He noticed the glare Ambrose shot her and narrowed his eyes. "He always this friendly?"

Not liking the icy blue daggers currently shot at Eviana's back, Bray vowed at that moment to beat some manners into Ambrose. Someone had to do it and he'd gladly take the job, especially for this beautiful woman standing in front of him. Rolling her eyes, Eviana glanced over her shoulder in time to see Jon stalk out of catering and shrugged, her attention back on Bray.

"You have no idea what kind of pill he is. I swear, I can't even go to the bathroom without him hovering over my shoulder. It's really quite sad, but I do have a personal life outside of being Ambrose's PA, so he'll have to deal with it." She was nonchalant about it, not caring about her job at the moment and the smile remained on her face.

Gesturing to a table nearby, Bray pulled the chair out for Eviana before taking his own seat and tried not to blatantly show how interested he was in her. He was shocked she wasn't a WWE Diva, but then again most of them were whores to begin with. "He's just a cocky prick. He'll get knocked down a peg or 2 someday, Eviana." He assured her with a smile. "Personal life outside of being a PA? Seems like being an assistant would take up most of your time. What do you do on your time off?"

"Relax mostly." Eviana laughed softly, only half-joking. "I get the same days as the Superstars, which is usually 2 unless we're overseas, as you well know." Jon had no idea where she lived either and Eviana planned on keeping it that way.

"Sounds like he's wanting to be the center of attention, but enough about him. When's your next day off?" Bray opened his own water he'd gotten prior to breaking the proverbial ice with Eviana and took a sip.

"Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering if maybe you'd like to go out with me. Dinner and a show or something?" Bray tried sounding blasé about it, acting like he didn't mind if she accepted his offer or not. Secretly, he hoped she did.

Tapping her chin in thought for a moment, Eviana pretended to consider it and a huge smile broke out on her face when Bray began sweating a little. "Sounds like fun. My next day off is Wednesday and you can get a hold of me at this number." She took his hand, procuring a pen from her purse and jotted her cell phone number down on it, standing from the table. "Don't disappoint me."

Bray didn't plan on it, watching the raven haired vixen walk out of catering and looked down at the piece of paper in his hand, a smirk curving his mouth.

He'd definitely be calling her.