"I can't believe you're making me go to this" I complained as I grabbed my jacket before making my way out of the door. Tracey just laughed. "It'll be fun" she said, making her way to her car. I stopped dead in my tracks. "I'll take my car and follow you" I said. "Promise you'll actually turn up?" She asked warily. I nodded and unlocked my car. It's not that I didn't trust her driving, I was just more comfortable in my own car. She gave me a little wave as she sped off, luckily I knew where I was heading so I just drove at my own pace.
When I got to the car park at the arena Tracey was sat on the bonnet of her car looking at her watch. "Anyone would swear I'm late" I grumbled getting out of the car and going over to meet her. "I don't understand how you can drive in those" she said, making a point of staring at my knee high stiletto boots. "Hey!" I complained. "You told me to dress comfortably, I'm comfortable, what's the problem?" She grinned. "No problem" she said hooking her arm through mine. "Now let's go see some hot half naked guys!"
I grumbled my way to the arena, not really sure of what to expect. There was a queue of hundreds snaking right round to the back of the arena, but Tracey dragged me to the front. She winked at me as she dragged me to the box office window. "Hi honey" she said to the poor guy behind the glass. "We're on the guest list." She gave our names and I was really surprised when the guy slid 2 tickets through to her. I went to join the back of the queue but was called back by a giggling Tracey. "Here" she said handing me a lanyard. "I must have forgot to mention the backstage passes. No queuing for us tonight." "Holy shit" I mumbled as I put it round my neck and went through the door.
Tracey led me straight to the merchandise stand. "Here" she said throwing a shirt at me. "I think that's just your style. Plus it kinda goes with the rest of your outfit. You could be an honorary Shield member!" "An honorary what?" I asked, looking down at my clothes. I was all in black, it was kinda my thing. A black cropped vest, black high waisted hot pants, and black fishnet tights, along with the knee high boots. I looked at the shirt I'd been given. "The hounds of justice" I read. "What kind of gimmick is that?" "Oh trust me, you'll see!" Tracey said laughing as she paid.
The doors were opened and the hundreds of fans were filing in. Tracey grabbed my arm and led me to our seats, ringside of course. She got all excited when she saw where we were sat. "You need to put that shirt on" she said, winking. "Soon" I said standing up. "Right now I need the bathroom." "Your timing sucks" she complained as the lights dimmed and the Raw theme started playing. "It's ok" I said patting her arm. "You stay, I'm sure I can find the bathroom all by myself, I'm a big girl now." She laughed and dismissed me with a wave.
I found the toilets easily, I just had to follow the queue of people. "Already?" I grumbled doing a little dance. "Doesn't anyone pee before they leave the house anymore?" A security guy walking past heard me and chuckled, then saw the backstage pass around my neck. "Hey sweetie, you do realise you don't need to queue here don't you?" He said walking over to me. "That pass is like a golden ticket, you get to go anywhere in this arena and that includes backstage to use the toilets there." "You are officially my hero!" I said following him like a lost sheep. He led me up some steps, saying hi to various people as we walked. "Here ya go sweetie" he said pointing to a room. "Want me to wait or can you find your way back?" "I'll be ok from here" I said smiling. "Thanks for all your help." "Not a problem " he said walking away after giving me a wink. I went into the bathroom, glad of no queues and thanking Tracey silently for the pass.
I checked my reflection in the mirror, then threw open the door expecting to walk into the corridor. Wrong. I may as well have walked into a brick wall. The force of the impact sent me sprawling on my backside. Three sets of eyes looked down on me, making me really nervous. "I'm so sorry!" I mumbled standing back up. They said nothing, just looked me up and down, making me really nervous. "Not a problem" one guy eventually said. "Are you ok?" "Perfectly fine" I managed to splutter. "Plenty of meat on this ass to cushion a minor bump like that." He smiled, then seemed to notice the pass around my neck. "You here to watch the show?" He asked. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak anymore. I had finally stopped shaking enough to get a good look at him, and boy was it worth the wait.
All 3 of them were dressed in some kind of combat gear, to me they looked like bodyguards. The one who had spoken was, well, gorgeous, there was no other word for it. Long dark hair, muscles on his muscles, and a tribal tattoo on his right arm. I practically melted on the spot. I gave the other 2 a cursory glance and saw they were looking at me with amusement in their eyes. "I'd better get back to my seat" I stammered, looking away and hoping my friendly security guy was lurking backstage somewhere. "Yeah" another one piped up. "Maybe go ice your ass, that was a hefty bump you took, you sure you're ok?" I nodded quickly at him. Wow, he was kinda good looking too, in a bad boy kind of way. He looked at me with a smirk. "We better go" the third one piped up, smiling at me. "We've got work to do." I couldn't help but like him, I think it was the 2 colour hair that did it for me (my hair was purple and blonde, I felt a strange kinship with him). I smiled. "Sorry again" I said to the tattooed guy, as it was obviously him I'd walked in to. He smiled and winked, and then they were gone.
"Wow!" I said to Tracey when I finally made it back to my seat. She looked at me puzzled, so I exposed about the pass getting us anywhere, but left out the bit about bumping into the hottest guys on the planet, I mean, what idiot doesn't check if there's somebody outside a door before walking out of it? She was too engrossed in the match that was happening to care, kept squealing at some guy called Alberto not to hurt her little ziggles, whoever that was. The dark haired guy in the ring just laughed at her and proceeded to drag the blonde guy round the ring by his hair, which made her squeal more. Anyway, apparently "ziggles" did some move called a zig zag and pinned Alberto, winning the match and making Tracey very happy indeed.
"Enjoying yourself so far?" She asked as we waited for the Alberto to leave the ring. I nodded and was about to answer when "Sierra, Hotel, Indigo, Echo, Lima, Delta, Shield" echoed through the arena and the crowd went wild. The spotlights were shining everywhere in the crowd, like searchlights, but while everyone was looking around them I was focused on the entrance ramp, watching Alberto run away but not understanding why there was nobody coming down. "What's going on?" I asked as Tracey squealed and pointed to the steps behind us.
I turned to see what could possibly get her so excited, and my jaw dropped to the floor. "Uh oh, security get entrance music in this business?" I asked as she laughed. "It's the Shield" she explained pointing at my shirt. "They're wrestlers?" I asked, looking for somewhere to hide. She nodded dreamily. "Looks like they're gonna jump the barrier right by you, you lucky person! Make sure you grab a handful of Seth's ass for me!" I just looked at her confused. "Who?" "Seth" she said impatiently as they got closer. "Blonde and black hair, and chocolate pool eyes to drown in" I nodded and turned to look at them again. Great timing, they were practically stood next to me. The smirker was first, he winked at me and patted my ass as he walked past to jump the barrier. Seth was next, I was too shocked at having smirker cop a feel of my ass to do as Tracey asked, and when I looked at her she was staring at me open mouthed. Before she could say anything the tattooed one was next to me. I looked at smirker only to see him looking straight at me and gesturing to the tattooed one. He stopped as he was about to jump the barrier, walked back to me, kissed me on the head and then jumped the barrier with a wink. I was pulled to my seat by a very hyper Tracey, who without saying a word was obviously demanding answers.
"Ok" she said. "Spill. I thought you didn't watch wrestling, or know any wrestlers. So wanna explain to me why Dean Ambrose is slapping your ass and Roman Reigns is kissing you?" I just shrugged my shoulders, knowing I was gonna have to spill all about the corridor incident. "Well before you spill" she said, bending over and picking something up off the floor. "Could you put your shirt on please, cos Dean is kinda looking at you like he's undressing you with his eyes!" I looked in the ring and Dean, well, smirked. I smirked back and put my shirt on, watching his grin get wider. "Shield girl" he mouthed nudging Roman. Roman looked at me and winked, Tracey practically melted.
"I honestly don't know them" I said turning to her. I played with my hands as I explained what had happened. "You what!?" She shrieked earning her a glance from Seth. "You walked into them backstage and you didn't even think to tell me?" "I didn't know they were wrestlers!" I said, hurt that she thought I'd keep something like that from her on purpose. "I thought they were security guards!" She laughed at me. "Looks like I've got a lot to teach you" she giggled. I smiled and turned my attention back to the ring. Their opponents were on their way to the ring, the New Age Outlaws teaming up with Sheamus. From what I could understand, the Shield were not the crowd favourites, I seemed to be the only one jumping when they won. Tracey grabbed my arm and pulled me back down into my seat, just as Dean jumped the barrier, quickly followed by Seth and Roman. "Backstage, after the show" he growled in my ear as he walked past. Seth and Roman grinned and high fived me, then carried on making their way through the crowd. Tracey was shooting me the death stare, so I just shrugged my shoulders and stayed in my seat for the rest of the show, thinking about Dean and that sexy smirk of his.
A/N I own nothing apart from the original characters, anything you recognise does not belong to me