As if working at night wasn't bad enough, now Jade had to work underneath the arena in the tunnels. This wasn't what she had in mind for her evening. She usually worked inside the arena. She saw so many different live events it would take years for her to write down the most awesome times she had. All she had to do was stand and watch the doors and make sure nobody tried to get in or out of the backstage area that didn't belong. Tonight, she drew the short straw with her friend who had just started working for Events Security Company. She looked like she belonged on the crew setting up the stages and lights standing down there. She had no idea what was even planned for that evening. She just knew there was a WWE event going down above her head and instead of watching The Wyatt's torture Cena or The Shield beating the shit out of Evolution, she was staring at the underbelly of the arena.

"Precious cargo by dock 10"

She looked at her walkie talkie. That usually was the code for someone was walking through the underbelly back to the arena and didn't want to be seen.

"Jade, do you copy?"

Jade: "Yeah John, I hear you."

"Do you have eyes on dock 10 by any chance?"

Jade looks around the halls to see if she can see a number anywhere that would indicate exactly where her position is.

Jade: "I am at gate 12."

"Can you get to gate 11 right now?"

Jade: "Yeah copy that I can get to gate 11."

"If you get to gate 11, you will see Serra Hotel India Echo Lima Delta heading that way."

Jade: "Copy. I'm on my way. I owe you one, buddy."

"You already paid in full."

Finally, something exciting to watch other than the very ugly looking spider that kept looming at the corner of the gate threatening to web down and taunt her. She made an "Ewe gross" look and headed off to gate 11 like her life depended on her getting there in the next 5 minutes. She gets to gate 11 right in the nick of time. She calmed her rapid breathing from hauling ass over there and spotted John from across the way. He lifted his walkie and she returned the gesture as a "thanks for the tip" motion. As she turns her attention to "the precious cargo" walking her way, all three members of The Shield are walking together. Seth Rollins on the right dressed in his gear with Shield Hoodie over his head. Dean Ambrose on the left dressed in his gear also with a Shield Hoodie on and right smack in the middle is Roman Reigns dressed in his gear and hoodie.

Dean: "We got some time before we need to be out there, right?"

Roman: "Yeah. We don't need you for at least another hour or so. The match is at 6 and it's barely 5."

Dean: "All right, I think I'm going to take a smoke break. Are you two good?"

Seth: "I'm good. Go ahead, man."

Roman: "Later dude."

They head in to the arena. Great, how does it work when one stays outside and the other two go inside? I'm only one security guard. I got the door so, I guess it doesn't matter. I'll know if anyone comes or goes who doesn't belong here.

Dean: "Hey there, Darling. How are you?"

Jade: "Hello. I'm doing all right how about you?"

Dean: "I can't complain. I'm Jonathan."

He offers his hand and I shake it.

Jade: "I'm Jade. It's nice to meet you, Jonathan."

Dean: "You can call me Jon."

He pulls his cigarettes out of his pocket and goes fishing for his lighter in the other one. He looks like he's having issues.

Dean: "Fucken smokers. We never have a lighter when we need one, but we always have smokes."

Jade: "Tell me about it or your bumming them from others and have a lighter like it's a compromise or something."

Dean: "It's more like a bargaining chip. I have a smoke if you have a light."

Jade: "How does that work if the other person doesn't smoke, though not much of a bargaining chip."

Dean: "True, but why would a non-smoker have a random lighter in their pocket for no explained reason?"

Jade: "Just encase you're working the night shift at the arena and you happen to see Dean Ambrose of The Shield walking with his boys and he happens to stop off for a puff and doesn't have a light."

He makes a fake surprised face.

Dean: "Oh my God. I love that guy. Dean Ambrose is my hero."

Jade starts laughing at how little kid like he looked. He bounced from one foot to the other and clapped his hands together.

Jade: "Yeah. He's hilarious. You should see him do an impression of a 5 year old on Christmas morning complete with that hoppy little bounce."

Dean: "Yeah not to convincing with a big ass cigarette hanging from my mouth."

Jade: "I wasn't aware you were going for authenticity."

Dean slides his arm around her shoulders and closes the space between them. He was going to great cautions to keep the smoke away from her earlier and now suddenly, she's his bosom smoking buddy.

Jade: "I have flammable hair, Mr. Spaz hand over there."

Dean: "No worries. "

He flicks the butt out into the gutter area and hugs her closer.

Jade: "Dude, you're going to get me fired. I'm not supposed to be over here hugged up on you like some 15 year old groupie kid."

Dean: "You're old enough to buy lighters."

Jade: "That doesn't mean a damn thing. Lighters are sold all over the place and anyone in the world can get them legal or not. How did you smoke when you were underage?"

Dean: "Friends got them for me."

Jade: "Why am I not surprised by that?"

Dean: "I didn't exactly have what you would call a loving family environment that I grew up in. My mom was an alcoholic addict and my father left us. So, I had to get it where I could."

Jade: "You don't have to explain anything to me. You don't know me from Eve. Which brings me back to why are you sitting up on me like I'm you're prom date?"

Dean: "I like you, darling."

Jade: "And stop with the darling. It makes you sound like you're a 90 year old country western dude."