NEW STORY. my other one is still being written, but i started writing this thing a little while ago. if you're interested in what my idea for this OC looks like, go check out my polyvore profile under the name 'raaeebrucee', there's one set that is just called diva and another one that's called look for B.A first part of c1.
the idea for her gimmick came from a Black Sails character called Anne Bonny - completely badass and all that.
unlike my last one, this will be kinda sorta semi-kayfabe compliant, ring names are used as personal names unless, of course, someone like Undertaker shows up, in which case i'll warn you before hand (f.y.i, his name is Mark)
i have a lot of plans for this story - psychotic episodes, crazy ex boyfriends, sexy times… lots of things that mostly revolve around what happens during Raw and Smackdown - a couple of scenes here and there outside, but not much.
no idea the length yet, but i'll let you know when i figure it out
in the mean time, meet my new spirit animal (she's a total bamf, the complete opposite of me).
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CHAPTER ONE
Bobbi Arlett, at just 28 years of age, had accomplished many things in her life. Things that made her world spin, things that made her life like a dream. And of those things, if you told her that she'd achieve being a main member of the most dominant stable of the WWE, she would have told you that you were crazy - that she could never have been able to work in a group with egos just as big as hers.
In fact, Bobbi Arlett was pretty much completely unknown to the larger wrestling society until someone had recognised her at an NXT event.
"Is that Bobbi Arlett?"
"Who?"
"You know, that crazy chick from the indy circuits?"
"No idea, man."
"C'mon! You heard of her! She fucking slammed a light beam over a referees head and laughed as he was carted off, she went fucking psychotic on an opponent and split her head open, that's fucking Bobbi fucking Arlett, dude!"
They quickly hushed when she stood, silver and black hair falling over her shoulder as she looked back at the men. Didn't say a word, just winked and walked off.
She wasn't hard to miss, Bobbi. The ombre in her hair changed from silver at her shoulder blades to a very harsh black, a sleeve tattoo of guns and roses and a women's clown-made-up face that ran down her left arm, light hazel brown eyes that pierced through anything that moved - she wasn't hard to miss at all.
Word got around quick after the show. A phone call from one of the producers who had seen her work and was a fan landed her at a try-out event in Tampa the next day, set her up with another hopeful so they could sort out the match. And Bobbi was happy to take the pin as long as she got to show off a little - her fast paced style and attack first, ask questions later attitude was sure to grab attention. That's all she wanted.
Her intentions after that were somewhat impure.
She'd seen the rise of The Shield, the hounds of justice, had seen herself reflected in each one of them. She saw herself in the way Dean laid his body on the line, saw herself in Seth's agility in the ring, saw herself in the strong and silent way Roman carried himself. She wanted to pull them apart by the seams, one stitch at a time.
Yet she also wanted to join them. To become the most powerful female in the history of sports entertainment. To be held in a class so prestigious that few were present.
And so that's how she came to be part of the most dominant stable in the WWE's history.
—
"Have you seen this?"
Hunter glanced over table, looking at his father-in-law and frowning. "Seen what?"
"This Bobbi Arlett," was Vince's only reply. He squinted back at the screen, glasses propped on the edge of his nose and mouth open as he concentrated back on what he was watching.
"Heard of her. Stephanie mentioned something about her getting signed to NXT a couple of weeks ago."
Vince nodded. "She's good."
"Good?"
Hunter was surprised. Never had Vince complimented a female wrestler so full-heartedly and so quickly.
"Yeah," Vince nodded again, then looked up at Hunter. "Come watch this."
He unbuckled his seatbelt, stood and walked up the centre aisle of the small jet, and popped his head over Vince's shoulder to watch the match.
Two females were in the ring, one purely in faux leather, the other in colourful spandex shorts - Charlotte. Hunter tilted his head as he looked at the other wrestler. The long black leather pants and blue cropped top stood out against her lighter skin, the tattoo on her arm glistening with sweat.
"Charlotte's got her done for," he commented shortly.
"No, no, no, just wait."
Hunter sighed. Then watched as the dual-hair-toned female fought her way out of a submission hold. She dived out of the ring, smirked. Waited for Charlotte to hop out and run at her. And then the newer diva hooked her arm over the others neck, changed her momentum to drive her head-first into the metal stairs. Bobbi picked her up, spun Charlotte around her and into the barricade with such momentum the the black padding shifted back a few notable inches.
"She's got power," Hunter finally conceded, nodding his head, "that's for sure."
Once back in the ring, Bobbi laid Charlotte out on the mat, locked in the other divas submission finisher, a figure four leg lock, and arched her back into the bridge Charlotte was known for. Eventually, her opponent tapped out.
"And she steals other people's finishers…?" Hunter trailed off, looking skeptically at Vince who only nodded enthusiastically.
"You see, that's her thing. She sizes up her opponents, wrestles how they wrestle, uses their finishers and signature moves to get inside their heads. If that's not enough, she whips out her own arsenal of moves. I'll tell you now, Hunter; this girl's gonna be big some day."
Hunter only pursed his lips. Then he was nodding, staring at the older man in front of him. "What are her promo skills like?"
The smirk that formed on Vince's face was all Hunter needed to know. "Now you wait just a second," he mumbled as he turned back to his computer, tapping away at the keys, slowly saying aloud what he was typing, "Bobbi Arlett backstage segment."
After enlarging the screen, he took his hands away from the keys and sat back.
Hunter looked more closely at the female staring at the camera. Half of her silver hair fell across her right eye, the rest tucked behind her left ear. Her lips were stained red, eyes lined in dark kohl.
"Bobbi, victory tonight over Charlotte, but the question on a lot of fans minds right now… what's your game plan here at NXT?"
She smirked then, ran her tongue over her bottom lip. "What's my game plan here at NXT? That's the question?"
"You've been here for a month now, used finishers that don't belong to you and you've repeatedly said that you're not interested in the NXT Women's Champion title… so that doesn't really say much-"
"I'm not here to mess around with a title," she laughed. "These women that work here, they won't know what hit them. I'll blaze a trail of what they could have become right in their faces and they won't even be able to do their own moves without remembering that someone did it better than them."
Bobbi paused, ran a hand through her hair to get the silver tendrils away from her face. "What you saw tonight with Charlotte was just a preview of what's to come. When anyone steps into a ring with me… they court death."
The interview ended as she turned her back on the camera, but Hunter was too stunned by the fire in her eyes the notice that the video clip had ended.
"What do ya' think, huh?" Vince asked excitedly, words running into each other.
A small grin started to spread across Hunter's face and his eyes lifted from the floor to stare at his father-in-law once more. "I think we have ourselves a new top heel."
The older man slapped his shoulder with a wide smile. "Thats the spirit."
—
Bobbi stood facing the mirror, gave herself a quick once over, touched up the bright red lipstick on her lips. The leather jacket was pulled tight around her shoulders and core, her ripped skinny jeans clinging to her legs. The four inch boots that pushed her height up to six foot were actually surprisingly comfortable.
And it was now or never. To walk into the WWE headquarters in Stamford and secure her spot on the most watched sports entertainment show in history. Without really wanting to admit it, Bobbi was anxious to get it out of the way with.
When she arrived at the building, one of the ladies at the front desk smiled and told her to make her way up onto the twelfth floor and wait there for another person to grab her.
"Bobbi Arlett, right?"
She nodded at the older looking woman and then followed her down a hallway and into a spacious office, walked right into room like a deer in headlights. She was staring at three of the most influential people in the company; Stephanie McMahon, Hunter Hermsley, and Vince McMahon.
"Welcome to headquarters, Bobbi," Vince started. He stood from his chair and walked around the desk to clasp his hands around hers. "It's a pleasure to meet you, big fan of your work."
Bobbi's mouth dropped a little and she blinked at the iconic man standing in front of her. "Fan? Of me?"
"He plays your videos on repeat," Hunter remarked, shooting a wink at the tall woman in front of him. "Take a seat, we'll get right to it."
After shaking each of their hands and getting over her initial shock and excitement, Bobbi settled back into the seat and listened to their plans for her future.
Stephanie was the one who started first. "So, as you're aware, we've called you in here today to discuss a future position within the WWE roster. We've all watched your work at NXT and we're impressed with your gimmick, your promos, your entire look."
"We want you to start with us the night after SummerSlam. We're throwing you in the deep end, Bobbi, but only because we know you can handle it. The chemistry you bring to the ring is tangible and you've got quite a following from your days back in the indy circuit," Hunter said. "And in fact, now that we're onto that, we can't really find any videos from your matches back then, so one of the first things we'll get you to do is point us in the right direction. We want to see where you came from, what made you into the wrestler standing before us."
Bobbi looked him in the eye then, tilted her head. "You might not like what you find."
"Why's that?" Hunter asked. A frown was set on his face, but he didn't look too perturbed.
"Most of the stuff I was involved in was extremely hardcore. Lots of blood, lots of impromptu and stupid decisions…" She looked up at Vince then, eyes burning with honesty. "I don't want to get off on the wrong foot right out of the blocks, but I need to be completely honest with you; I've been charged twice with assault because of my actions."
Stephanie nodded then. "Don't worry, we've heard of that. What were the circumstances, if I can ask?"
A smile crossed Bobbi's face, fingers tapping on the chair arm. "I was nineteen when the first one happened, young and stupid, but I smashed a light beam over a referees head because he got in my way. Mostly it was a mistake, and when he realised he dropped the charges. The second one was because I punched one of the girls across the face in a promo… that one was not so accidental, but she dropped the charges when she punched me back."
"So these were around ten years ago, then?"
Bobbi nodded. "I'm not proud of it, but I can't really go back and change it, so I live with it and I move on with life."
Vince smiled at her attitude, completely taken with her. "We appreciate your honestly, Miss Arlett. I hope nothing changes in that respect."
Glancing at his watch, Hunter stood. "I have to get on a flight in an hour, please excuse me. I'll see you tonight, Steph." He kissed his wife on the cheek and slapped his hand on Vince's back, then walked around to shake Bobbi's hand once more. "I look forward to seeing you out on the road."
It was quiet in the office for a moment after his departure, but then Stephanie was shuffling papers and resuming the meeting.
"Did you bring an indy tape with you?" She asked, smiling when Bobbi handed over an old looking DVD case. "Great. I'm sure when James called you, he told you a lot about the position you'd be getting, but I always prefer things down on paper. The blue folder in front of you is your schedule for the next month travel wise, the red one is where your character will be heading, the grey one your outfit design, your general look, and a couple of promotional suggestions to set up some titantron footage for your theme."
Vince took over then, smile spreading on his face, eyes wide with anticipation. "Because we liked your character so much, we don't really want to change a thing. So once you come out of this storyline, you'll keep your entrance music and your gimmick. But with what you're being thrown into, there are somethings that we need your approval on."
As Bobbi took the folders off the bench, she flipped the red one open on her lap, her eyes widening. In big bold letters at the top of the page were the words The Shield. She bit her lip to contain the grin that was beginning to form on her face.
"You're throwing me in with the hounds of justice?"
The older man smiled at her reaction. "I thought you'd like that. The way you carry your gimmick is like the three of them wrapped up into one."
Big grin on her face now, Bobbi closed the folder, looked back up at the two people in front of her. "I promise you that I'll be worth your time."
"Oh, we know you will," Stephanie affirmed her. "You know, at first Hunter was skeptical about you. He didn't really see what we saw until my father showed him a promo you did on NXT; you said that anyone who competitively stepped into the ring with you was courting death. The way you pulled off that statement, the fire in your eyes… Hunter was sold. Your work in the ring is outstanding, you're fit beyond words. Bobbi, we're prepared to back you all the way through this journey. Give us your everything and we'll give you this company."
—
When Bobbi walked out of the room, a hand was over her pounding heart. That had gone… super surprisingly well.
And the first thing she did when she stepped out of the building was dial a number and press the phone to her ear.
"Hello?"
"I'm in."
There was a shuffling noise and then a curse, but surely enough a voice spoke down the line. "What do you mean you're in? Barbara, are you fucking with me?"
Bobbi laughed at the use of her biological name, running a hand through her hair. "Not even, Bray."
"That's awesome. That's so freaking awesome, doll! When d'you start?"
"August 19th, Raw after SummerSlam. When you have your first match."
Bray laughed down the phone. "I'm gonna have a field day when Wade sees your face, it's going to be priceless."
Where Bray was going to be portrayed on television as a cult leader, he was almost the exact opposite outside of the ring. With two daughters, a comedic streak that never really got tiring, and advice for even the wisest people, Bray Wyatt was one of her closest friends in the business - if not her closest.
Wade Barrett, on the other hand… that was a different story.
"Yeah, yeah," she laughed back. "I need to get back to the apartment, pack my shit. They're having me do all sorts of promotional stuff so they can set up introducing me into the universe."
"Thanks for the call, doll, I'll see you in a few weeks."
—
Bobbi's promos were effectively seductive yet creepy. That was what the creative team had pushed when they'd seen some of her mic work.
Stephanie had sent her the finished video - a short feature piece that showed a closeup of her face, tongue slowly running along her upper lip and hair draped over her right eye as they burned into the camera. The soundtrack backing the clip was a distinct heart beat, but when the screen changed to show her against harsh lights, her voice rang out; "When anyone steps into the ring with me… they court death." A montage of her best work was then shown, heavy guitar riff setting the pace. When it ended, she was shown sitting down on a chair during an 'interview'. "What are your plans?" A male voice asked and Bobbi smirked. "To tear the world down."
The weeks had slowly began to bleed into mere days, and on the Friday before SummerSlam, Bobbi was called into another meeting - this time, she was set to meet the three men who would be her indefinite partners.
"Bobbi," Hunter said as she answered the phone. "Glad I caught you. We're going to fly you across to the Staples Centre on Saturday afternoon, but wanted you to come back to Stamford tomorrow to meet the Shield."
So when Bobbi turned up on Friday morning, slightly disheveled looking in some ripped jeans and an over sized jumper, she really wasn't expecting the boys to be so… good looking in person.
"Seth, Dean, Roman… this is Bobbi Arlett," Stephanie beamed. She looked smug, extremely proud of herself as she watched the boys stand and shake Bobbi's outstretched hand.
She smiled at each of them. "Nice to meet you finally."
Each smiled back at them, but one in particular caught her eyes - Dean Ambrose. Pale blue eyes, fluffy dirty blonde hair, thick chest and shoulders that slimmed down into a narrow waist. This was him, she thought, this was the one she would take.
The meeting went to plan, Seth asking most of the questions of where their story-line would go - apparently he'd lost the folder - and where Bobbi would fit into things.
"Something that my father and I have been avidly discussing is the inclusion of Bobbi in some of your matches," Stephanie said slowly. Bobbi frowned and tilted her head, but bit her lip to hold her words. "That doesn't mean she'll be in the ring wrestling against guys, just means that she can aid with some distractions, use a couple of the guys' moves on them, simple stuff. If we get the right crowd reaction, we'll push it a bit further."
"When's she comin' in then?"
Bobbi's skin crawled, hairs standing on end as she let the gravelly voice resonate in her head. When she looked over at Dean, he was slumped in the chair with his head resting against his fist, fingers tapping his thigh. He looked like he'd love to be anywhere else but here and Bobbi made a mental note about his mannerisms.
"On Monday night, you'll continue working for Hunter as enforcers. We'll show her arriving at the arena in a short promo, and when we do Randy's championship coronation, she'll be by Hunter's side. That's the general idea, anyway. She'll be with you guys, but also with us."
—
The flight to Los Angeles was long. She'd gone from Florida to Connecticut then to California like it was nothing, but slowly the long plan rides were beginning to catch up with her. She stepped out onto the bridge of the massive airport, grabbed her things, and was about to call Bray when she noticed someone out of the corner of her eye.
Tall and intruding, Dean Ambrose was standing opposite her carousel and leaning on the glass. Had they sent him to come pick her up? When the man realised her eyes were on him, he pushed off the glass and made his way over to her.
"They send the calvary to come get me, or just you?" Bobbi deadpanned. He took a bag from her hand and walked away without saying a word. Donned on his face were thick black sunglasses, cap pulled low to avoid being recognised by fans.
"The boys are waiting in the car," Dean mumbled over his shoulder. Talkative, Bobbi though sarcastically. "Reigns wanted to get you used to the way things work with us."
"Right," Bobbi breathed.
When she reached the car, Reigns and Rollins were already out and walking over to meet them. "Good to see you again, Bobbi," Roman greeted, grin wide on his face.
Bobbi nodded in response and handed her bag over to him so he could throw it in the back with her other one. Rollins frowned at the lack of baggage and turned to give Bobbi a strange look. "You didn't really pack much…"
She shrugged. "Don't really need to. A couple of jeans, some tops, two jackets, my shoes… I'm not really a heavy packer."
Roman snorted. "Seth has more bags than you."
"Shut up."
They jumped into the car, Bobbi and Seth in the back while Dean drove, and the banter continued between the two tag-team champions.
"So, Bobbi," Seth grinned as he turned towards the woman. "Tell us about yourself."
Bobbi smirked. "My name's Bobbi Arlett, I'm 27 and a Leo. I enjoy long walks on the beach, frisky men, and lots and lots of booze." Seth and Roman chuckled, but the driver remained silent, so Bobbi became serious. "What do you wanna know?"
"I dunno… are you good in the kitchen?"
With a laugh, Bobbi shook her head. "Not really, no. I can make a mean scrambled eggs, though."
Seth's eyes almost rolled back into his head and Bobbi let out another laugh.
"Morning or night?"
"Night."
"Drive or watch?"
"Drive."
"Trish Stratus or Lita?"
She hummed at that, pursing her lips. "Ronda Rousey."
"You're in," Roman laughed. "Okay. So tell us what exactly you're going to be doing with us then."
Bobbi shrugged. "Dunno. I'm not wrestling any of the divas, that's for certain, but I think Stephanie wants to push me more of a pawn for the Authority than a Shield member for now."
"You're not gonna be a diva?"
"Again, I don't know." Bobbi looked at Ambrose's confused eyes in the mirror. "They're not really pushing that, I guess, more just with me helping you guys and the Authority out."
"But you come to be with us over time?"
"I think so," the woman affirmed. "I think we eventually get into an argument or something and then I'm with you almost one hundred percent."
Seth pursed his lips in contentment. "Y'know, when they first said they were going to bring you in I was kinda shocked, but then I watched a match where you were put against a guy and you freakin' broke him in half and I was sold."
Bobbi laughed at that, throwing a hand over her face and groaning. "Great. I know the exact one you're talking about." Seth laughed along with her, then. "I get that a lot, you know. The whole, 'I don't know' turning into a 'hell yeah'."
"Well it's one thing when you can talk the talk," Roman offered, "but it's a completely different thing when you can walk the walk, y'know?"
She nodded and let the silence in the car slowly take over the ride.
"So…" Seth drawled out, "who you rooming with?"
There was another lengthy silence as Bobbi sized the man next to her up. "Seriously?"
He just nodded. "We alternate. I have the room to myself this week and Ro and Dean are in the next one, but next week I'll be with Ro and Dean by himself."
"Huh." Bobbi smirked at the new information. "Looks like you're stuck with me then."
—
RAW Live
August 19th
Anaheim, California
The night after SummerSlam was hot. Bobbi's sweating in the front seat of the car as she waited for her cue to start shooting the promo. Then, there's a tap on the window and it's go-time.
She swung the door open and landed on her feet, giving the camera enough time to pan the length of her body before shoving the door of the car shut. She's donned in her Shield gear and has a toothpick between her lips, silver tendrils falling cross the side of her face, and then she's walking towards the camera and the hopeful interviewer.
"Miss Arlett, if I could just get a… word…"
Bobbi stalked past him, throwing the toothpick over her shoulder before disappearing from sight around the corner.
Stephanie had pulled her aside shortly after and shoved four-inch-heeled boots into her hands, proclaiming that although she would wrestle with her usual flat boots, she needed to be as tall as she could in the ring with the 'big boys'.
Almost ten minutes later, crooked smirk on her face, Bobbi found herself walking out on her first night of the show with Vince and Stephanie McMahon. People booed, some were silent, most were wondering how to react to this woman who had only been shown to them on the promos leading up to SummerSlam.
She didn't expect much - she'd spent just a month and a half at NXT before her movement, and most of her fans from the indy circuit weren't in the state.
Donned in her usual leather lace up boots and leather pants, Bobbi had been given a black utility vest to throw on over her blue spandex crop top; she had to look a part of the Shield if they were going to be a group. Her hair was straight, her piercing eyes line in kohl, lips lined in her iconic red.
"And walking in beside Vince and Stephanie looks to be Bobbi Arlett," Michael Cole said loudly. "It seems like she's the new member of the Shield that The Authority has been teasing…"
As she propped herself up on the turnbuckle, the rest of the roster soon followed. The Shield descended from the stands of the arena, pushing through booing people, coming to stand outside the ring like enforcers.
When Hunter's music hit, Bobbi smiled to herself. Chills ran up and down her arms because of the atmosphere and this was a feeling she would probably never get used to.
Comically, Vince McMahon spoke into the microphone, throwing his arms up and speaking not only with his words but with his body.
Hunter was next. He messed with the crowd, offered a half-assed explanation as to why he helped crown a new WWE World Heavyweight Champion. Bobbi sat there and watched Hunter pace back and forth as he delivered his promo, sat there as he called out Randy Orton, sat there as he talked down the microphone, sat there as Hunter took the microphone back to call out Daniel Bryan.
"There he is!" Hunter said, voice bursting with triumph.
The crowd cheered the scruffy looking superstar as he slowly walked forwards. He didn't trust what was about to happen, didn't like the situation, and Bobbi could see that clearly written on his face. When he reached the ring, ambushed by the Shield, Bobbi started laughing.
She gazed on as Daniel Bryan fought his way through an attack by the hounds of justice, Hunter walking over to where Bobbi was sitting on the top turnbuckle. He smiled, motioned over his shoulder, and held out a hand to smooth her jump onto the apron.
And just as Bryan had a clear view of the ring, Bobbi slipped out and crossed her arms over her chest, small smirk on her face.
"Daniel, lets talk about this," Hunter started on the microphone. "Get your feelings out, c'mon."
But he shook his head, glared at Bobbi as he made his way closer to her. And just as he stood in front of her, just as she sat back up onto the apron, Roman shot out from his spot near the barricade and speared him to the floor. It wasn't long until the other Shield boys jumped on him, sending a painful message to the superstar.
The crowd were booing loudly as Bobbi, face like stone, walked back over to her turnbuckle, resuming her seated position at the top, legs crossed over elegantly.
As Hunter stopped the boys from performing a triple power-bomb to the man onto the floor, Bryan managed to find a way to his feet, to crawl into the ring… and right into an RKO. Hunter turned with a smug grin on his face and pointed to Bobbi again, then threw his arms up into the air in a mock 'yes'.
Bobbi's face split into a smirk as her staring eyes burned a fire at the limp figure on the mat. She walked over, grabbed Daniel's arm and fell to her knees, clenching her hands around his face to lock in his own submission move.
He flailed against her strength, voice straining out in yells, and Bobbi's eyes shifted to the pale blue's of Dean. His tongue ghosted out over his bottom lip with a sick smile and she only let go once Hunter had tapped her on the shoulder.
Orton pulled him up, hit him with a second RKO, and then let Triple H pull his hand up in success. Orton's music hit the speakers and Bobbi jumped out of the ring, stood with her new stable as they watched on with seething grins.
—
Bobbi's isn't back on screen until the next Raw, but enough had happened that she didn't really want to feature on SmackDown either.
Wade Barrett had seen her debut and stalked from the building on the Monday night, absolutely fuming and leaving everybody wondering as to why. Bray Wyatt, on the other hand, was more than happy to laugh along with Bobbi as they celebrated their first live event at a local bar.
"Looking beautiful as always, doll," the older man said as he pulled her into a hug. He eyed her hair, lifting up a strand and raising an eyebrow. "What happened to the brown?"
She shrugged. "Brown's boring, Bray. I'm not."
He laughed at her simple answer and then dropped his voice as they walked through the building to get to the car-park. "You heard about Barrett?"
"Of course," was her smug reply. "After what I did to him I wouldn't expect any less."
"He deserved it, he shouldn't be upset with the consequences to his actions. He tried playing your game and you beat him."
It was true. Back when Bobbi was doing her rounds in the indy circuit, Wade had her about her through some friends, became interested in the young woman. He made effort to travel to her shows and inconspicuously watch her performances, so it wasn't long before he heard the rumours and introduced himself to her. If she could pick apart people almost instantly, he would pick her apart. It was like a game. And she'd won.
Obviously he was still sore over the incident and hadn't forgiven her for making a fool of him, but the way he was acting super childish was like a cherry on top for Bobbi.
"So, this sister Abigail," Bobbi started with a smirk. "Based off of anyone?"
Bray rolled his eyes, gently pushed Bobbi's shoulder. "Don't get too full of yourself, Arlett, she's not entirely based off of you."
Bobbi only smiled brightly at him. "'Her touch could save the world, but her kiss burns it to the ground'," she breathed in repetition of the promo he had filmed. "You always had a way with words. You're the eater of worlds and I'm the eater of men."
"Arlett!"
Bobbi flinched, spun on her heels at the sound of the British accent, smirked as he made his way over to her. The area they were in wasn't empty, rather it was full of the superstars who were waiting to sign out, and all the talk slowly died to a whisper.
"You and I need to have a little chat, sweetheart," he hissed at her, brown eyes full with fire and pride.
Bray laughed at him and shook his head. His protective side was in full swing as he stepped forward to stand in the space between the two people. "She has nothing to say to you."
Gently, she put a hand on Bray's shoulder and coaxed him back to her side, glaring daggers at the tall man. About to walk away from the situation, Barrett reached out and gently wrapped his fingers around Bobbi's arm. "No, no, no, you're not walking away from this."
"It's over," she laughed at him, lowered her voice. "You tried and you failed and if you touch me one more time, I will put my fist through your face."
His nostrils flared and then he looked above her head, dropped her hand and turned on his heel. Bobbi wasn't surprised when she turned to find all three Shield members standing with their arms crossed.
She playfully rolled her eyes and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "I had a handle on that, y'know."
Roman smiled down at her. "We know."
"Just wanted to add some fire power, y'now, add some more ingredients to the mix," Seth said, wriggling his eyebrows with a smile.
With the weight of Barrett's reaction no longer looming over her head, Bobbi spent the rest of the night catching up with Bray, drinking until her sight had become fuzzy and her thoughts muddled.
—
RAW Live
August 26th
Phoenix, Arizona
The next Raw started with the three members of the Shield guarding the ring, but after being introduced, the Game walked out. Bobbi didn't walk out with him straight away, instead emerged from the side of the stage with gloved hands and a dangerous look in her eye.
Walking past her new boys, she trailed a hand down Reigns' arm and sent him a wink - then climbed onto the turnbuckles, threw one leg over the other, and leaned back against the rope.
Bobbi understood that she was more flippant than she intended to come across, but the camera still panned across her face every now and then as Hunter talked and caught whist of the dare in her eyes. She was part of the Authority more than she was a Shield member, and slowly the universe was beginning to understand that, but she still had a wish to be involved more deeply in their storyline. And instead, she was being portrayed as a personal security detail for The Game and Stephanie McMahon.
As Hunter talked down the microphone, Bobbi couldn't help but let her gaze drift to the United States Champion. His broad shoulders, heavy chest, slim waist, long legs. She didn't know him very well personally, and in fact he was very quiet when he was around her, but it was something she wanted to change very quickly.
With the WWE Crowd chanting 'what' every time Hunter paused in his speech, Bobbi started to mimic them, mouthing the word with a playful smirk. Rollins threw a look over his shoulder, fought off a smirk and gently shook his head - Bobbi's only reaction was an eye-roll.
"And it is all due to one man, one man who is the new face of the WWE. I would like for you to show your respect right now as I bring that man out here," Hunter continued. "Please welcome your champion, your future, what you deserve; your new WWE champion, the viper Randy Orton!"
His music hit the speakers, crowd jeering at the chiseled man walking down the ring. He slipped past the Shield, looked down at his title, and then walked up the ramp. Orton's eyes locked on hers for a long as he smirked and then entered the ring with a satisfied smug look.
As the segment rolled on, she stopped a little chuckle from escaping when Daniel Bryan made his entrance to stare at the brand new Cadillac Escalade that Hunter had just gifted Orton. Secretly, Bobbi admired Bryan. He looked scruffy, unkept, but she admired the way he went about his business and admired the way he never gave up.
"…to thank everybody in the WWE universe; because I'm not the biggest, I'm not the strongest, I'm not the prettiest, I mean obviously that's twinkle-toes Orton in there," Daniel Bryan said, continuing his promo, and now Bobbi couldn't help but laugh at the little stab at Randy.
And when Hunter got his revenge by calling him Jimminy Snickets, Bobbi laughed even harder, threw her head back in delight. Randy fixed her with a grinning look.
The gauntlet match against the three boys was announced shortly after, and that was it for the opening. With a helping hand from Reigns to jump off the turnbuckle, Bobbi walked with the boys backstage, keeping her arm wrapped around Roman the entire journey and smirk on her face.
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"Sierra Hotel India Echo Lima Delta, The Shield."
As the Shield descended from the rafters, Bobbi trailed after them. A fair way back and protected from the audience by single security guard, she hoisted herself over the barricade first, helping hand from Dean Ambrose. Situating herself so that she was sitting cross-legged on the barricade that separated the ring from the time-keepers corner, she watched as the match between Daniel Bryan and Seth Rollins took place.
Back and forth rollups, a high kick, vertical drop; Seth and Daniel went at it hard, and though Seth was talented enough to beat the scruffy man, a German suplex from the top ropes delivered by Bryan was the beginning to his ultimate end.
Dean Ambrose didn't wait for Daniel to even recover or celebrate from his win before jumping in and nailing hit after hit, but Bobbi has for once ignored the United States Champion and instead ran to Rollins' aid.
She put a hand against his cheek, checked the back of his head for any sign of a split scalp, and then helped Roman pull him to his feet just in time to watch Daniel Bryan power through to the 'Yes' lock.
Roman was in the ring then. He landed a swift blow to the back of Bryan's head, broke up the submission move, pulled Dean away. Bobbi jumped up to the apron, already prepared to step in if she was needed, which was apparently sooner than later - Bryan had slipped his legs over Roman's arms and pulled him down into the 'Yes' lock. He hadn't even held it for a second before Bobbi's dropkick planted right in the back of his skull. Moments later, Roman had his revenge by slamming him with a spear.
The Game's music roared around the arena as her boys stalked an incapacitated Bryan. Bobbi kneeled in the corner, flicking her hair back over her shoulder, watched Triple H point at her and mimic the 'yes' chant. With a smirk, she sized up the superstar on the mat, then slid over and wrapped her legs around his arm, clenched her hands against his face and pulled back as hard as she could. Above her, Reigns was mouthing off at him, yelling 'tap out, it's over!'
Hunter gave another nod when she let go, and then the three Shield members hoisted Daniel Bryan up onto Reigns' shoulders and triple power-bombed him to the mat.
"And the Shield doing Triple H's dirty work again!"
After an RKO on the limp, defenceless body of Daniel Bryan, Bobbi stood with the Shield, pressed her fist against the other three, and smiled without humour at the crowd reaction.