NJPW Destruction 2013, 10 hours before going on air…
"Where the hell is this kid? Luke, you said she'd be here by now!" Karl Anderson muttered, shouting the last part and Luke looking at him.
"First off, she's not a kid. 23 is adulthood. And secondly, I know this woman, she's probably trying to calm her nerves a bit." Luke says, Prince Devitt standing up.
"Nervous, yes. But the little lass is probably wandering around the arena lost as well so I'm gonna go find her." Devitt says, pulling his light up leather jacket on before he left.
Devitt was familiar with the arenas here… he was also familiar with the hostility of the veteran wrestlers in New Japan Pro Wrestling.
He hoped they weren't giving the woman who was sent here a hard time.
"What did she look like again?" Devitt mutters, trying to remember Luke's description of the woman. "5'1", hazel eyes, long chestnut brown hair…"
He smiled a bit as he started imagining her… tiny, dark haired and dark eyed was his preferred type of woman, he wasn't normally too picky about women in general.
Something about brunettes though just seemed to hit a soft spot with him.
Across the arena, she walked around.
"Bullet Club, Bullet Club… come on, Luke, where's the fucking sign?!" She muttered.
Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode blared through her black earbuds as she anxiously wandered the arena.
Multiple sets of eyes were scanning the tiny 23 year old, some curious, some hostile as evidenced by the words shouted at her that she didn't properly know… when she had been informed of a double company merger, she wasn't sure what would happen.
Amanda Rose Cena hadn't expected to crash land right into a different culture altogether… she readjusted her black lace halter top, wondering why she was wearing it as well as a pair of leather shorts and ankle length motorcycle boots… she was also wondering if Becky Lynch was trying to set her up with someone.
"Stay calm now…" Amanda whispered to herself as she stopped her IHeartRadio app and closed it out, putting her earbuds and phone away in her duffel bag.
"Gaibu no hito wa koko de kangei sa rete imasen!" A man shouted at her in a tone matched by the hostile glare, Amanda turning and smacking him as he had grabbed her right arm.
The man towered over her, mostly everyone did… but then they heard it.
"Ryusuke, I'll hold your ass down and wash your mouth out with soap if you don't cut that out!"
That accent, Amanda knew too well because she had spent countless days around Sheamus.
Devitt reached the two and was immediately in front of Amanda, pulling a Bullet Club armband out of his jacket pocket and putting it on her upper left arm as Ryusuke stormed off.
"Sorry, someone should've really given you one of these in advance… are you okay?" Devitt says, his head tilted down to look at her.
Amanda nodded, her head tilted up slightly to look at him when his left hand was under her jaw… he still towered over her but was a bit closer to her height than Ryusuke. She noticed that Devitt's hair was slightly messy… but she was drawn to his bright blue eyes.
"Yeah… I'm okay." Amanda says, her face heating up slightly as it turned a light shade of red when Devitt noticed how she was dressed.
"Leather and lace… yep, Becca got ya all dressed up." Devitt says.
"Yeah…" Amanda says, her eyes drifting a bit as she studied him.
There was no doubt about his physical strength and that combined with his gentleness made her feel less intimidated about being here.
"Devitt, where the hell…" Tama had started to ask as he ran over towards them but stopped when he saw Amanda and let a wicked smile slip through. "Well, hello there…"
Devitt narrowed his eyes at Tama as a way of meaning "Remain professional!" and Tama backed off, leaving.
"Some are hostile, others aren't in control of themselves. Tama is a mix of both… but he can be professional in that ring, lass." Devitt says as he and Amanda walked down the hallway, his right arm protectively wrapping around her shoulders after putting her duffel bag on his left shoulder.
Immediately, the hostile stares stopped… but the curious ones shifted from curiosity about who Amanda was to why the leader of the Bullet Club was protecting her.
In the locker room after closing the door, both saw a note in Luke's handwriting.
'Went to go find Tama.'
"Ah well, more for us." Devitt says as he walked to the mini fridge.
Before Amanda could question what he meant by that, she saw two shot glasses and a bottle of Shōchū set up on the fridge… Devitt poured some into the glasses and handed one to Amanda before they clinked the glasses and downed the liquor quickly.
Amanda coughed slightly, Devitt patting her on her back.
"Too strong, love?" Devitt asks.
"Haven't tried it before…" Amanda says, setting the empty glass down as a slight laugh escaped her mouth.
He was making her feel right at home… and she liked that.