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This chapter is named after 'Monster' by Imagine Dragons


Lydia Ambrose's Point Of View

I found myself walking to catering a short time later. Dean and Roman were due in their locker rooms in order to prepare and get themselves ready for the show so I had to make myself scarce. My stomach had been rumbling heavily as I had not eaten since I'd left home this morning, so I was eager to get some food.

Dean gave me the directions I needed and I was soon on my way to catering.

I suddenly came over rather shy and timid as I entered the rather busy room. Since the show wasn't on for a good hour or so, many superstars and divas were having their dinner before preparing for Raw. I looked around in awe, seeing so many different wrestlers walking about or taking up seats at a table or fetching whatever food and drinks they wanted.

Some people I recognised from TV or magazines or the internet, but I didn't actually know anyone personally. Since Roman and Dean were busy getting ready for the match, the only other person I knew here was Renee, but as my eyes scanned the room I saw that she was nowhere in sight.

I swallowed, knowing I was on my own, a little fish in a rather big pond.

My stomach began to rumble again and I knew now wasn't the time to really think about the lack of friends I had. The most important thing right now was getting some food in my stomach before the show began. Dean had told me I had been given a seat in the front row, so I wanted to eat soon so that I could make my way into the arena in time for the beginning of Raw.

So I pressed forward, walking casually to the tables at the back of the room where all the food was kept. I avoided looking at anyone but I could feel dozens of eyes on me as I made my way across the room. It wasn't hard to understand why. I was an utter stranger, some unknown girl who was walking through their canteen. Only the pass hanging around my neck showed everyone that I was supposed to be here.

I felt rather unsure of myself as I walked. If I was feeling this nervous and uneasy simply being in everyone's presence, how the hell was I supposed to approach these people, talk to them and interview them for my article? I could barely look them in the eye!

I knew it was nerves and I knew it was the intimidation of being surrounded by such talented and famous individuals, but if I wanted any of my plans to work, I needed to get over this shyness.

It was strange. When I with Dean and Roman, I felt as confident as ever, like nothing or no one could stop me. But here, now, on my own, I felt so small and feeble that I would easily get eaten up in this mass of people.

Yet still I pressed forward, my focus on the delicious smells in front of me. I needed to eat, it was a necessity. So the quicker I could get my food and eat it up, the quicker I could get out of here and head to my seat for Raw tonight.

It all looked so yummy and delectable that it was hard to know what I wanted to eat. Lasagna, pasta bake, meatloaf, mash potatoes, chicken, vegetables, tacos… the list was endless. I licked my lips in anticipation, my stomach rumbling louder once I'd looked at everything on offer.

I was about to grab an empty plate in order to choose my meal when a cup was suddenly thrust into my face. I was a little startled at first, my eyes following the arm that held the cup until I looked at a tall tanned man. His brown hair was slicked back, sunglasses covering half his face. He wore an oddly shaped black jacket.

"I'll have another coffee please," he said to me without looking, his eyes too focused on the food in front of him. "Black, no sugar."

I looked at him and blinked, not quite sure what to do. "E-Excuse me?" I asked in confusion.

He turned his head to look at me, pushing his sunglasses to the end of his nose so he could look at me over the rim of the frames, his blue eyes looking me up and down. "I said I'd like a coffee. Black with no sugar. Now hurry up before I speak to your superior and tell her how tardy you're being."

"I don't understand," I said, but this only seemed to make him worse.

"Can't get the goddamn staff these days," he muttered to himself, barging past me and knocking me back slightly until I hit the food table behind me with a clatter. "Now where is your manager?"

Hang on… did he think I worked here in catering?

I was about to correct him but someone else got there first.

"Apologise to the lady, Miz," said a voice next to me. I turned my head, looking up, my eyes widening as I saw none other than Seth Rollins glaring at the man who had pushed me.

What the fuck does Rollins want?

I subconsciously found myself stepping away from my cousin's former friend. His very presence here was confusing enough. I definitely didn't need to be this close to the guy.

"Then tell her to do her job better," The Miz growled. "Stupid girl doesn't even know how to get coffee."

I looked back at The Miz.

"I'm sorry but I don't work here," I told him.

He frowned down at me. "Then what the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm a student," I told him. "I'm here on a work placement for school. I'm writing an article on WWE."

He gave me another look up and down. "A student?"

"So that's why you need to apologise to the lady," interjected Seth, his arms folded over his broad chest. "Do it. Now."

I wasn't sure if Seth wielded any power here if he was simply an intimidating individual, but The Miz didn't hesitate to say sorry before scuttling away quickly with his tail between his legs. I watched him leave the room, my body jumping as Seth spoke again.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

I gazed up at him before quickly turning away, returning to looking back at the food. Yes, it was rather kind of Seth to swoop in and scold The Miz like that, but it wasn't like he was a major threat. It had been a simple misunderstanding, one which I knew I could have easily fixed myself.

"I'm fine, thank you," I muttered as I opted for the lasagna, scooping a large spoonful of it onto my plate.

I had to wonder what his game was. Seth had seen me with Dean and Roman earlier, he knew I was with them and was associated with them. So why was he here now trying to save me and make small talk? Did he have a death wish or something? Because if Dean knew he had approached me in any way, he'd hit the roof.

"Seth Rollins," he said, holding his hand out for me to shake.

"I'm Lydia," I replied, choosing not to shake it.

"So you're a journalist, you say?" he asked, retracting his hand and grabbing his own plate to fill up.

I raised an eyebrow as I finally turned my eyes to him. "I'm a student," I corrected. "But I'm majoring in journalism. I'm here to write a piece for my final project."

"Interesting," he said. "What made you opt for WWE?"

I couldn't help the smug smirk that graced my lips. "My cousin works here so I know it's an interesting place to write about. Dean Ambrose, you may know him."

His body froze up at the sound of my cousin's name, but within the blink of an eye he'd relaxed again, returned to his normal relaxed demeanor.

"Yeah I know the guy," he said but before I could press on more, he swiftly managed to change the subject. "What is it about journalism you like?"

I was unsure as to why he was still talking to me, especially since I'd divulged the information to him that I was related to Dean. I figured he was being polite and kind to the newcomer, wanting to ease me and make me feel at home. All it did was leave a nasty taste in my mouth.

"I like to be creative and I love to write," I said. "It's my passion."

Next thing I knew he began to fish around in his pocket, pulling out a pen. He put his plate down and reached over for a fresh napkin leaning down to write on it. I watched him in puzzlement as he handed it to me once he'd finished.

"Well if you need anyone to interview, I'm happy to volunteer," he told me. "We can chat, take pictures, do whatever you need."

Is he fucking serious?

This was definitely not something I expected and was totally out of character to the new Seth that had abandoned The Shield. He knew Dean was my cousin, I'd made it quite clear I had to interest in him or his words… and yet here he was offering to help me.

"I don't understand…" I said. "Why are you…" My voice trailed off as I struggled to comprehend him.

I looked down at the napkin, seeing a phone number on it. I was about to lash out at him in disgust, throw the number away, and yell at him to ask why I'd ever want to speak to anyone who treated my cousin so disgustingly. But before I could, I spotted Renee rushing over to me. So I slipped the napkin in my pocket, hoping I'd get a chance to throw it away later on instead.

Her face seemed urgent and I knew why, her eyes trained on the man in front of me.

She obvious knew of the hatred and contempt Dean had for Seth Rollins, so to see him speaking to me right now was probably rather alarming. I was grateful for her interruption. I wanted to be away from Rollins as soon as I could.

"Excuse me," I said, rushing away from him before he had chance to reply, meeting Renee half way.

"You alright?" she asked once I'd reached her.

"Fine," I said. "Thank god you came when you did. I couldn't get away from the guy."

"What did he want?" she asked as we walked over to an empty table in the corner, taking a seat.

"Just talking," I said. I avoided telling her about the phone number and Seth's offer for an interview. The news would only get back to Dean and I didn't want to upset my cousin this early on into my visit.

"Well he's gone so you don't have to worry," she assured me.

I looked back at the spot where he had previously been and sure enough he was nowhere in sight. I visibly relaxed, glad to be away from him. He made me uneasy, like I couldn't relax in his presence. Everything he had done to Dean and Roman would come to mind, and if he could do something so vile to two of his closest friends, then he could do it to anyone.

"Good," I said, taking a bite of my food.

And then when it dawned on me. Here was Renee! A huge smile graced my lips and I was so happy to finally see my friend again. We'd spoken over the phone and on Skype, but this was the first time I'd seen her in months.

We soon entered into conversation, both of us eager to catch up with one another, time flying so quickly we barely noticed until the hustle and bustle of catering meant people were off to get ready for the show. Promising we'd meet each other in Dean's locker room after Raw we both stood up and went our separate ways, Renee heading backstage whilst I rushed into the arena, ready to grab my seat.

xXx

The seat I had been assigned was nothing short of fantastic. It was probably the best seat in the house and the view of the ring was amazing. I smiled to myself, comfortably relaxing in my chair, enjoying the perks that having a family member work in the company brought. I had to hand it to WWE; they certainly knew how to treat their guests.

The show was so fun and enjoyable and exciting, it was hard not to get into the feel of things. When the crowd reacted to something, I couldn't help but feel the same. I cheered, I booed, a stared in amazement at each match and each move.

One wrestler called Neville did a move called The Red Arrow and I could only sit and stare in pure shock and awe. It made me regret the decision I'd made all these years to only follow Dean's career instead of following WWE as a whole. I knew that when all of this was over, I would definitely walk away an avid fan.

I watched proudly as Dean fought his match against someone called Alberto Del Rio, and clapped and cheered brightly when he won. I gazed around, seeing much of the crowd acting just as I was and I could not help but beam with pride. The fans seemed to love him so much and it was wonderful to see him doing so well. He high-fived a few of the fans on his way around the ring as he headed back up the ramp, making extra sure mine was one of the hands he hit. He gave me a happy grin and headed up to the stage.

A few more matches took place before the main event, Roman Reigns vs Sheamus, with Seth Rollins on commentary. Roman was the current WWE Champion and since Seth held the Money In The Bank briefcase, he'd been teasing Roman off and on for weeks now. His music began and he finally approached the stage, a smug grin on his lips as he held the golden briefcase above his head.

He garnered mainly boos from the crowd, but I'd seen Seth before during his Shield days with my cousin and friend. The man could fight, there was no denying that. But it was interesting to see how the crowd had turned on him ever since he'd turned on his poor brothers. Bad behaviour was never rewarded and the crowd was certainly making sure of that. He made his way down the ramp and headed straight for the commentators table, placing his headphones on and beginning to talk to the other three men around the desk.

Sheamus made his entrance next and he was closely followed by Roman who walked through the crowd to head into the ring, the championship belt hanging regally around his waist, glistening in the lights of the arena. I offered him a warm smile as he hopped over the barricade and leapt into the ring. Both men stood in opposing corners before the ref finally rang the bell to begin the match.

It was an interesting one to say the least, Roman clearly the crowd favourite in this instance. Both men grappled and fought and gave it their all, each showing off their move-set for the fans to witness. It was a very back and forth match, action taking place both in and out the ring. My eyes would often wonder over to Seth, watching him as he reclined in his chair, his lips moving eagerly as he spoke about the fight in front of him.

I wondered what he could possibly be saying, my lips snarling a little as I figured it was probably something negative about Roman. It was amazing how only months before, he would have jumped in that ring and given his life for Roman or Dean. And now here he was, the big sell out, giving his former brother the dirtiest of looks.

But it wasn't his sneering looks or vile words that shocked me the most, it was what happened as soon as Roman gave Sheamus a spear. The move had knocked the Irishman right to the ground, Roman about the go in for the pin. But as soon as Roman stood in order to get closer to Sheamus, Seth suddenly stormed the ring, hitting the Samoan with one hell of a Curb Stomp. I gasped, the crowd booing as Roman's head hit the mat, his body as lifeless as Sheamus's beside him. The ref instantly rang the bell and ended the match as Seth stood over my friend, once again holding his briefcase proudly above his head.

He was making a point, he was showing what he was capable of. It was a warning to Roman that he could come at any time and take the championship from his grasp as easily as that.

Seth's music quickly began, the sound flooding the arena as he addressed the fans proudly, as if he had every last right to attack anyone he wanted. He span around slowly to look at the crowd, laughing and reveling as the two men lay at his feet. His body finally turned to face where I was sitting, eyes eventually landing on me.

I glared at him, anger apparent on my face as a sinister smirk graced his lips, his eyes slowly darkening as we stared at each other. The sounds around the arena seemed to slowly blank from my ears, every last sense focusing on the man in the ring. A small part of me couldn't believe what he'd done to Roman, but I quickly came to my senses. Of course he'd attacked him, it wasn't the first time he'd done this after all. He had no shame, he had no guilt and he had no remorse. He wanted to do it, he wanted my friend to hurt, and now as he stared at me, I knew he was gloating.

He walked to the ropes and stepped out of the ring, jumping off the apron onto the floor, his eye contact not breaking once. He walked to the barrier where I was sitting, his briefcase still held high, my body shifting in astonishment as he had the audacity to wink at me. My mouth hung agape at what he'd done, his chest shaking a little as he chuckled at my reaction.

And as quickly as it had happened it finished, his body walking away to a flurry of boos. But they didn't phase him at all. He simply walked up the ramp, happy with the dirty work he'd performed tonight.

He was such an enigma, a riddle, a mystery. One minute he was swooping to my aid in catering, and the next he was gloating to me his victory over attacking my friend. He was so confusing, so perplexing. What was his deal? What did he actually want?

I quickly looked at Roman's lifeless body in the ring before looking back at a retreating Seth.

Yes, this man had once been a friend, but I'd clearly seen with my own eyes the evils he was capable of tonight. He was definitely no longer an ally. He was the bad guy, he was a heel, and I knew I had to avoid him at all costs… not only for my cousin's safety but for my own.


Again, a huge thanks to Tantoune, SUKY87, Seth Rollins babe, Raquel the writer, Bajor10, ambrose-kohli-girl and my 2 guest reviewers for their kind words about the first chapter.