How she hated being back there. She hadn't been in contact with anybody from the wrestling world since she left two years ago. Well, anyone but him but that was kind of unavoidable. She had never meant to ever set foot back within the company but he had made her, forced her to be exact, and no one ever said no to him.
She looked in the mirror, trying to get her feelings under control. She was a mess inside but no one needed to know that. She would try and stay low, try and avoid those who knew her from back then, try and avoid making contact with any of the new ones who still had no clue who she was.
She sighed as she watched her mirror image. There really wasn't any way out of it. Better get out of there and continue to the ring where he had asked, demanded, for her to go and wait. She dug her head down as she left the bathroom and immetiately collided with something big and unmovable.
"Look up," a voice said.
She looked up. So not something big and unmovable. Someone big and unmovable. She knew who he was. Although she hadn't been close to anybody within the company, she knew who everyone was. She watched the show. This big man was no other than Roman Reigns and of course he wasn't alone. Next to him stood his two friends Seth and Dean. The hounds of justice, The Shield, the three men running amok all over the place, raising havoc, handing out justice. Also three men who had no clue who she was. She dug her head down again as she tried to move around them but they wouldn't let her through.
"What? No excuse for walking into us?" Dean asked.
"Sorry," she mumbled.
"What was that?" He asked.
"You should know better and pay respect to your superiors," Seth said.
Were they always this stupid and annoying? Probably. She wouldn't know. It wasn't like he had told her much about them, not like she asked either. Right now she just wanted to get away but they weren't letting her.
"Look at me," Dean sounded cold as he grabbed her chin and forced her head up, staring straight into her eyes. "Who do you think you are?"
Who did she think she was? No one they should know about and if they knew, they would never dare to mess with her like that, but no way was she gonna drop his name and get attention. She was trying to get through this unnoticed.
"Hey!" A way too familiar voice sounded behind them.
All three men turned around to watch Randy come walking towards them.
"I was wondering if you got a minute to go over our match tonight?" He asked.
"Sure, just as soon as we say goodbye to..." Roman turned around, looking at the empty spot in front of him. "Where did she go?"
"Where did who go?" Randy asked.
"Some girl. We were just putting her in her place. Guess we scared her off," Dean said nonchalantly.
Never had she felt so happy about knowing the arena inside out. The second Randy had taken away their focus from her, she had spun around and quietly made her escape. No way did she want to meet Randy. Not again. She had run through the hallways, taking a bit of a detour, but she made it to the ring. She dumped down on an empty seat, watching the different people walking around, keeping her head low, hoping no one would take notice.
"You!" Dean's voice sounded.
Of course. Typical her luck. Of course they were gonna practice inside the ring now that she was close to it. Nowhere to run this time. She took a deep breath and looked up as he walked over and stopped in front of her.
"You think you can just run out on us like that?" He sneered.
"I didn't run. I walked," she said.
"Oh, you walked," he said mockingly before bowing down so they were almost nose to nose. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"No one," she answered.
"Exactly. You're just a pathetic little no one that someone chose to drag in here so she could get a fangirl experience up front," he said.
"I'm not a fan," she said.
"Yeah right," he snorted. "You scream of fangirl. You fucking reek of it."
"No, that's just your own ego you can smell," she said.
An annoying laughter sounded from the ring and she didn't even need to look to know it was Seth. She had heard his laughter so many times on tv. Annoying as it was, it was also a sound everyone could recognize right away.
"Alright, so if you're not a fangirl, you must be one of those rookies they tend to throw up here to get them on Total Divas without ever having wrestled before," Dean said. "Let's see what you got."
He grabbed her arms and yanked her off the chair. She should have fought him or at least made her voice heard but she let herself being dragged towards the ring. He lifted her up and rolled her under it where Seth was quick to take over and yank her up to stand. Behind him Roman was leaning up against the turnbuckle, not able to keep his smirk away.
"Show us what you got," Dean was suddenly behind her.
When she didn't say anything, he grabbed her and spun her around.
"Come on, fangirl, show us what you got. Hit me," he said and pointed at his cheek.
Still she didn't respond. She felt her heart race like never before, trying to figure out what would be the fastest way for them to let her go so she could get out of the ring. Should she hit him or just hope he would get bored?
"Come on!" He snapped and grabbed her arms, backing her up against Roman in the corner. "Fucking hit me, fangirl! Hit me or I'll hit you!"
"Dean, come on," Roman tried with a little laugh. "She's obvious scared."
"And she should be," Dean said and leaned his forehead against hers, his arms still holding on to hers, squeezing her a little too tight. "Is this how fangirls' fantasies about us go? Hmm? Yeah, you ain't got shit in you. You're nothing but a pathetic, little, no good..."
"What the hell is going on here?" A dark voice tore through the entire place.
A voice she knew. She didn't need to look in the direction to see Undertaker come storming down angrily, jumping into the ring, grabbing Dean, yanking him hard away from her, spinning him around and staring him down.
"I asked you a question, boy. What the hell is going on here?" He said.
"We were just messing around," Seth tried.
"Taker," she said lowly, trying to make him stop.
"There's no messing around with her!" Undertaker growled.
"We're sorry," Roman said.
"Taker," she tried again but he wasn't listening to her.
"If I ever catch any of you fuckers near her again, there'll be hell to pay! Am I making myself clear?" He yelled.
She just wanted it to stop. She didn't wanna say the one word that she knew he would hear and respond to, the one word that would give her away to these three men, the one word that wouldn't allow her to go unnoticed anymore, but she saw no other choice.
"Dad!" She yelled.
A deep silence fell over the place as everyone stared at her.
"Dad?" Seth asked lowly.
"Just let him go, dad. Dean is just a fucking kid who doesn't know any better," she said.
"I'm not a kid!" Dean growled.
"Shut up!" Roman hissed.
"Maisie, I'm not gonna let anybody bully you around in this place," Undertaker said.
"Then you shouldn't have forced me to come here in the first place. I was perfectly fine at home," she said.
"No, you weren't and we're not getting into that here in front of these people," Undertaker said.
"Just let them be. They'll learn soon enough they're not as big as they think," she sighed.
He looked at his daughter and then back to Dean who he still had a grip on.
"You got damn lucky, boy! In the future, leave my daughter alone!" He growled.
"Yeah, of course," Dean croaked.
"We're sorry, sir," Roman said.
"You better be," Undertaker said before walking over to Maisie. "Let's go, honey."
They watched Undertaker and Maisie walk up the ramp and disappear.
"I always knew he had a daughter around our age. I just didn't know she was quite the looker," Seth broke the silence first.
"A looker with a bad mouth," Dean said.
"Is she the one who used to date Randy?" Seth asked.
"I think so. If the rumours are true. You can always ask Randy but you know you can never fully trust anything he says," Roman answered.
"If he was dating her, why would he ever let a piece of ass like that go?" Seth asked and whistled.
"Because she wouldn't shut her mouth," Dean said. "Only time a woman like that should have her mouth open is when a dick is being forced down her throat."