Walking through the corridors behind the arena Jaime found herself wondering if the directions given to her by the security at the door were in fact some kind of hazing prank designed to panic the new girl, kind of "welcome to the main roster but don't forget our place" initiation deal the security guard had been in on maybe. Just as she was about to give in and go back to the door, assuming she could find her way back, she turned the corner and spotted a door adorned with a laminated sign displaying 'Divas' in large black font. She topped for a moment outside the door, relief at finding the elusive locker room overriding the natural feelings of apprehension and nerves she had felt upon first arriving at the arena. After one more deep breath to clear her head she stuck her chin up, opened the door and attempted to walk into the room as confidently as she could. Jaime was unsure what she had been expecting, possibly the sudden hushed silence that generally occurs when a stranger walks into a room full of acquaintances but either these girls were so used to new people coming and going on a nightly basis they were immune to discomfort or she posed so little of a perceived threat to them that she wasn't worth breaking the conversation for but no-one even paused for breath as she walked in. Trying to keep looking straight ahead to avoid awkwardly making eye contact with the women she had yet to be introduced to or, even worse, the women she had already worked with she walked around the outside of the room and eventually spotted a space in the centre of the back wall. The corner spaces being prime spots had naturally been taken and the more established Divas seemed to gain the spots next to a mirror but no-one seemed to be keen on the bench at the back so and there was thankfully a fair amount of space to set her gear down. As she settled herself on the bench Jaime was suddenly aware that in a lull of conversation several sets of eyes had spun towards her. Although she could feel there stares boring a hole through her skull she stared determinedly into the kit bag, refusing to give these girls the satisfaction making her look as uncomfortable as she was beginning to feel.

After getting herself into her new gear Jaime decided to go for a walk in an attempt to clear her head. She had waited so long for this that she had been beginning to think it would never happen. All those endless drives from town to town, wrestling for $20 from some shithead promoter in a local gym in front of 15 people, the constant aches and pains and the persistent interrogations from her mom of when she was going to 'come back home and get a job', it had all been for this. She felt as if her entire life since being 15 had been dedicated to making it to tonight and now that she had finally got here she felt as if, for the first time, she had no clue what on earth she was supposed to do. Being offered a contract by WWE had been a dream come true, sure the excitement had begun to wear off when they explained to her that despite wrestling on the independent circuit for over a decade she would still have to spend 6 months in developmental with the former models and failed dancers the company seemed so determined were better suited to wrestling on TV than any of the hundreds of wrestlers out there perfecting their craft every night but she had still signed on the dotted line without a second thought. After working her way through developmental she had finally got the call last month to say she was going to be making her debut on Smackdown this week in a match against Summer Rae. She had worked with Summer a fair bit in NXT and although not exactly a friend she liked her more than most of the other Divas she had worked with in the company, whatever else she might be no-one could accuse Summer of not working her ass off perfecting her move set and her debut valeting with Fandango had been a great success in no small part due to her not inconsequential acting abilities. As she turned the corner lost in her thoughts she realised she had ended up in catering and decided that while she was here stocking up on some more caffeine could only help her out for later. She glanced around as she entered, noticing Colby and Jon, or the newly christened Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins cackling like school kids over in the corner. She paused for a second and considered going over to say Hi, having worked with both guys on and off throughout her career on the indies she had a great deal of respect for both men and had always enjoyed hanging out with them in the various trashy bars she seemed to spend her life in between shows. Remembering that despite any previous connections she may have had with anyone beforehand this was still her first official day here and, if history was anything to go by, success in the WWE often resulted in an over inflated ego to go along with the over inflated pay check most of these guys were receiving. As she refocused her mind back onto her upcoming match with Summer Rae she reached over the table to grab the coffee jug only to find a larger hand already there.

Jamie's eyes quickly flicked up, an embarrassed apology already on her lips with she made contact with the grey eyes looking down at her from behind stray strands of damp black hair. For what felt like five minutes but was, she prayed, only actually a few seconds Jaime stared back into the man's eyes, using all of her will power to prevent her tongue coming out to wet her bottom lip when a sudden realisation hit her and the creeping warmth of attraction suddenly went cold. Although considerably more imposing and, damnit, attractive in the flesh than any of his many promotional shots had managed to do justice to she recognised him undoubtedly as the Anoa'i kid, Matt's little brother who had been brought into his fall back career, after a failed attempt at professional football due she assumed mostly due to good looks and family connections, as Roman Reigns. Jaime had crossed paths with his older brother Matt quite a bit in her time and always thought he was a lovely guy and a really dedicated performer and when she had heard that, while Matt was now running a restaurant somewhere despite dedicating his whole life to building a wrestling career, this kid had been signed up and given a major opportunity she felt was undeserved by anyone who was using the business as a fall back due to failures in other career paths she had been irritated to say the least.

"Ladies first" he said in a deep, baritone voice, smiling warmly at her.

"It's fine" she replied bluntly, gesturing back towards the coffee.

Despite the less than friendly response he simply raised an eyebrow at her before pouring himself a coffee and taking a half step back to allow her to get her own drink. After pouring her coffee and adding what could be considered more than an acceptable amount of coffee she turned around to find herself with her face half an inch from a solid expanse of chest which she didn't have to look up from to guess the owner of.

"I'm Joe by the way" he said unfazed by the less than impressed face of the girl in front of him.

"Jaime" she mumbled barely glancing upwards in an attempt to avoid staring directly into those steel grey eyes that felt like they had been made solely to change her already decided opinion of the younger Anoa'i brother. Stepping smartly to the side and straight past him she realised a second too late he had been halfway through extending his hand to shake hers. Deciding that no amount of good manners were going to change her opinion on this man who, she felt, represented everything she hated about this company she resolved not to turn back around and walked off looking straight ahead and trying to ignore the shocked faces of Jon, Colby and the collection of divas in the opposite corner on her way back into the corridor.

"We finally found a chick that hates you" grinned Jon as Joe sat back down at their table, staring curiously at the retreating figure of the new diva as she disappeared down the corridor.

"I've worked with Jaime, she's usually really chilled" remarked Colby, surprised at the coldness of the exchange in comparison with the memories he had of the girl who had pushed him into many a cab to get him home after too many celebratory drinks.

"Yeah, she seemed like a real peach" replied Joe through a mouthful of pasta, raising an eyebrow sarcastically at his two toned friend.