Chapter 1:

It's so easy to become lost in chaos. Internally, it could muddle the mind and wretch the gut to new heights of anxiety. Externally, it was a distraction from that inner-battle. Brenna was dealing with her fair share of both as she searched unsuccessfully for the locker room she needed within the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville. She was already road weary from the trek that brought her from her home in South Carolina to her new job, and the utter restlessness she was feeling wasn't helping either.

It took nearly half an hour for Bren to successfully navigate the large structure. Fatefully, however, she found herself staring at the name on the door. The Shield. She felt a chill run down her spine at the thought of the men that waited beyond the worn wood. She'd been a fan of the company long enough to know that they were merely playing characters—but they played them so well.

Brenna's hand stopped mid-air for a moment before she had the courage to knock. Her heart quickened as the door was wretched open by an angry looking Dean Ambrose.

"What?" He barked at the stricken-looking brunette. "You looking for an autograph or some shit?"

Brenna suddenly felt her courage grow. She cocked her hip and raised her eyebrow in a defiant manner. "I know your name. I don't need you to write it down for me. I am however the new medical trainer for The Shield. Now, if you would, back your attitude up and let me enter the room. I've got shit to do." Bren felt slightly more normal after letting her courage go on the wrestler.

Dean smirked before shifting his weight back and allowing her entrance into the locker room. He surveyed her appearance, utterly taken aback that someone so innocent in appearance had a mouth on her as she did. Dean let the door close and made his way back to the bench he had previously inhabited in their locker room.

Brenna shifted her eyes across the room before making her way over to the other two men in the room. Holding out her hand, "I'm Brenna Daniels. I'm your new medical trainer."

Seth was the first to shake her hand. "Seth. Nice to meet you."

Roman extended the same short greeting and kind smile toward her. Brenna was grateful that they seemed nicer that her first interaction. "So what exactly does this mean?"

Brenna set her bag down next to the small couch in the corner of the room before taking a seat. "A few things actually. The company has a lot of investment in your faction and they want to make sure you guys stay healthy and ready to compete. They can't afford for one of you to be off tv because of an injury. I will be travelling with you. I'm here for whatever it takes to keep you healthy. I'm a doctor and a certified massage therapist. If anything doesn't feel right, you come to me immediately. If I see signs or symptoms of a problem, I will act accordingly."

Dean was the first to speak, his voice dripping with discontent, "My dick doesn't feel right. You gonna check that out?" He smirked.

Brenna didn't miss a beat. "I can surgically remove it and shove it up your ass, would that feel better?" When she saw that he was pissed and ready to respond, she cut him off, "I don't have time for your bullshit. Make this easy or hard, I don't give a fuck. I'm paid to do a job and I intend to do it."

Dean decided against starting a brawl with a woman—he may not have had many manners, but he didn't want to be tempted to hit a woman. Instead he stealthily walked out of the locker room and slammed the door behind him.

Without so much as flinching, Brenna turned her attention back to the other men. "Any questions? You guys gonna give me shit too?"

They shook their heads 'no' before Roman responded, "We're gonna get along just fine, firecracker." The three smiled at each other.

At least she had two allies. If only she could learn to get along with the third.