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Monday Night Raw: January 27, 2014/ Smackdown: January 31, 2014
Edited: 3/6/19
Chapter Two
"Angel….Angel can you hear us." The words echoed in her head, though they sounded far away. "Angel, can you hear me." Each time however was speaking called for her, they seemed to get closer and closer. Though, the closer the voice seemed the get the more pain that radiated throughout her body starting at her head and moved downwards.
"Can you hear me?"
Trying her hardest to answer the question, all she managed to get out was a small moan. What's happening? She tried to force her eyes open and look around, but they wouldn't listen to her. When she tried to move at all, she realized that she was strapped down to something. She could feel that there was something across her legs, her arms, and her chest holding her completely still. But the thing that freaked her out the most was the fact that something held her neck in place. What's happening? Why can't I move? Why am I strapped down? Why can't I open my eyes? She started to panic.
"Angel," The voice called out to her once more. "Can you do me a favor and move your hand? Make a fist or wiggle your fingers." The voice asked.
Move my hand? Why on earth was someone asking her to do that. Though she questioned it, she did as she was told.
"That's good." The voice praised her.
After a few what felt like minutes of trying, Angel was finally able to get her eyes to open a crack to see that the ceiling above her was moving at an alarming rate. What's going on? She strained herself to look around, but all she could manage to see were two men, who were walking beside the thing that she was strapped to.
"Her eyes are open." The man to her left said looking down at her.
"Hey, there you are." The other one glanced at her quickly with a small smile. "We're going to get you checked out here, just be patient."
Judging by the way the ceiling turned, they around into a doorway and into a small, cream white room. "Alright Angel, we're going to take off the brace. Don't move."
The men fiddled with the thing around her neck and soon the stiffness was gone. However, now that the thing holding her neck was gone a flood gate of pain seemed to open, making her let out a small whimper.
"We're going to get you something for the pain, don't worry." One of the men said with a soothing ton in his voice. "Try not to move around."
Blinking the tears out of her eyes, Angel realized that she was laying on a gurney and the two men were part of the medical staff of WWE. "What happened?" She winced as she spoke.
"What's the last thing you remember?" One of the men stopped racing around the room, and turned to look at her, looking quite surprised.
The last thing I remember? She let her eyes close as she tried to clear her jumbled head and think. She could remember watching the Shield vs John Cena, Daniel Bryan and Sheamus while she got ready for her interview. She remembered the Wyatt Family had interfered in the match, making the Shield loose and she could remember watching Randy Orton showboating his belts around the ring while she waited to do her interview. But after that….nothing…
"I was doing an in…interview with Randy Orton." She groaned.
"That's the last thing you remember?" The man asked as he held something out towards her mouth. "Pain pill. Chewable."
She gave a small nodded as she let the pain pill be pop in her mouth. Her jaw cracked and popped as she chewed the gross tasting pill and swallowed it. "Did something happen afterwards?"
The two men sighed and looked at each other, as if they were decided whether or not to tell her what happened.
"Randy Orton hit you and sent you flying." A sort of familiar, deep, gravelly voice came from overhead. Hissing, she cranked her head up and looked at the person who had just walked through the doors of the trainers' room. However, due to the pain that raced through her at the moment, she couldn't move her head enough to see the entire person. All she knew was it was a man, in black cargo pants and a black tank top.
Where had she seen that look before? She couldn't think hard enough to remember.
"Dean, what are you doing here? Is something wrong?" One of the medics sighed as he walked over to her holding a small flashlight in his hand. "Look straight please."
Angel tried not to cringe as the flashlight was shined into each of her eyes. Dean? Dean Ambrose?
"Just here to check on the girl." The gravelly voice spoke again.
Angel could hear the medic sigh again as he turned off the flashlight. "Well no concussion, somehow." He did his best to smile down at her, though because of the nice blue dots that filled her vision from the light, she couldn't really see it. "I'm going to go talk to Mrs. McMahon; I want you to stay put and rest until I come back, alright?"
"Yes sir."
The medic that was checking on her gently patted the gurney beside her head before walking off. As soon as she knew he was out the door, she started to wiggle herself around on the gurney, starting with her toes and working her way up trying to get the stiffness out of her body.
"Hey! Didn't you hear the doc? You need to rest." That gravelly voice made her jump a little. While trying to work out the tension from her body she had forgotten that anyone else was in the room with her.
As slowly as she could muster, she moved her head to the side as far as she could, trying once again to see the owner of the voice. This time the man he stepped forward, as if knowing that she couldn't quite see him. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped. Standing there against the wall was indeed Dean Ambrose, dressed in his Shield gear.
"Dean Ambrose?" She mumbled to herself as she blinked at the man.
"The one and only, toots." He gave her a slight smirk.
She had never seen 'The Mouthpiece' of the Shield this close up before, in fact she hadn't seen any of the members of the Shield this close up. The man was big, though not the biggest Superstar, he definitely had to be over six foot tall and standing in all black just made him look even bigger. However, what really got her was the intensity she saw in his eyes. She had seen those blue eyes piercing through the camera but up this close they were overwhelming.
As she stared at the man, her brain seemed to turn on and registered what she had been told. "Did you say that Randy hit me?"
Dean pursed his lips together and nodded his head. "Punched you right in the face, before throwing you over the top rope and into the announcer table."
Her eyes widened as she brought her hand up to her face. Her fingers brushed against her right check and immediately pain spiked through her. Like a flash she could picture Randy Orton's fist in front of her face, as well as the feeling of being thrown through the air. "Yeah I kind of remember that now." Dean nodded until it basically became head bobbing as he walked around the small room.
The sound of high heels marching their way down toward made her looked back towards the doorway; just in time to see Stephanie McMahon walking through like a woman on a mission.
"Miss Miles." Her voice was calm but apologetic as she eyes landed on her. Though it was only for a moment those strong eyes went from her up to Dean who was now leaning against the far wall. A frown came to Stephanie's face before she shook her head and turned back towards her. "Miss Miles. I'm so sorry about what happened out there." She walked straight over to the side of the gurney with a grim look on her face. "That should of never have happened…"
"You think." Dean interrupted causing Stephanie to glare at him out of the corner of her eye before sighing.
"…disciplinary action will be taken. If there's anything we can do and if there is any kind of medical problem that comes from this the WWE will take care of it personally."
"Thank you." Angel smiled up at the woman. Off screen Stephanie wasn't as bad as she was on screen. Through she was still the tempered, best for business type of woman that the world knew her as, she really did play it up for the fans.
"How are you feeling?" Triple H aka Hunter Hearst Helmsley aka Stephanie McMahon's husband joined her beside the gurney.
"Like a truck hit me."
"Or a Viper." Dean cut in again.
"Mr. Ambrose." Stephanie took a deep breath as she turned back around towards him. "Since you're already here, I would like to thank you and the rest of Shield for helping out tonight with your quick thinking and action." She gave him what looked to be a forced smile.
Dean waved her off and sighed. "We did what we had to do." Angel cocked her head slightly as she looked at the man in front of her. What did they have to do?
"And we're sure glad you did." She told him; again, Dean seemed to shrug her nice words. "We will talk more about this later; for now, we need to let Miss Miles here get some rest."
"Are you staying at the Resident Inn with the rest of the crew?" Hunter gave her a warm smile as he pulled out his cellphone.
"I am." She yawned, which meant the pain pill that the medics had given her was starting to work. For some reason they always seemed to knock her out after taking them.
"I'll get one of the hotel's valets come and get you."
Stephanie looked at her husband. "Someone should go with her just in case." Her eyes fell back to Angel. "I know the medics cleared you to go, but I think it would be safer if someone went with you."
"I'll find someone…"
"I'll go." Dean said making both Stephanie and Hunter turn towards him with almost shocked looks on their faces. "What?" He cocked an eyebrow. "I'm heading back to the hotel myself."
"Thank you for your offer Dean, but I'll just have one of the crew take her back." Stephanie shook her head.
"Whatever, I was only offering." He rolled his eyes and looked down at the ground.
Angel looked around the room and could almost feel the tension seeping from the three of them. It felt like their relationship on screen, yes Stephanie and Hunter weren't as bad as they portrayed they still didn't like when people went against them and the Shield they were practically the face of rebelling. So, it was safe to say that the two factions didn't get along very well.
She didn't want to throw something else between the two of them, or side with one over the other but it made since for Dean to take her back; if he was already heading that way. "I'm fine going back with Dean." She finally spoke up.
"Angel." Stephanie's eyes shut as she sighed and shook her head. "You don't…"
"I mean if he's heading back to the hotel anyways it just… it makes more since to go back with him then to drag a production member away from their job, right?"
She couldn't help but to notice the smirk that worked its way onto Dean's face. "You can't argue you with that logic."
"Alright then." She could feel the frustration and anger that poured off of Stephanie as she took a deep breath. "I want you to rest up until Friday. We'll talk then alright?" Angel nodded in agreement as she watched Stephanie's head snap towards Dean. "Take good care of her." She said sounding just like she did on screen and Angel found herself flinching away.
"Yes ma'am." Dean gave a phony salute, that smirk still plastered on his face as he pushed himself from the wall. "Ready to go?"
Angel nodded as she tried to lift her head for the first time, though it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, pain rushed to the back of head as she moved. She made it as being propped up on her arms, when Dean Dean and Hunter both took one of her arms and helped her to her feet. She felt like a paper doll as they lifted her with ease.
Once the two men got her to her feet, Dean let her go and Hunter bent down so he was at eye level with her. "You alright?'
Contemplating the answer, she rolled her very stiff neck with a groan. "Should be."
Seeming to accept the answer she gave, Hunter stepped away. "You have mine and Steph's number, call if you need anything."
"Thank you." She smiled up at the man as her eyes were drawn to the corner of the room where Dean was fighting with a wheelchair. "You don't need to do that….I can walk."
Letting out a curse, he ripped the thing out the mess of wires and supplies, picked the thing up over his head, and carried it over towards her. "Yeah well, you might be able to walk but after getting knocked out like that, it would be best if you don't." He told her as he placed the chair down in front of her. "Trust me." With the help once again of Hunter and Dean she was maneuvered around so she was able to sit down in the chair.
"Do you need anything before we go?" Stephanie asked, sounding as if she was trying to hold back her anger.
Angel slowly shook her head. "No, other than grabbing my bag and jacket from the crew's locker room, I'm fine."
"Alright then, as Hunter said if you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to ask." Stephanie told her as Hunter walked up to his wife and put his arm around her. Before the two of them walked out of the room, she saw their eyes lock onto Dean as if they were warning him. A little that made her shudder and one that Dean just shook off as he walked around to the back of the wheelchair.
"We'll grab your stuff and then head out." Dean sighed as he pushed her out of the room and down the hallway. The backstage area was already pretty much empty; just a few members of the crew were running around, and all of them gave the two of them weird looks, before stopping and asking if she was ok. Angel smiled and thanked each of them for worry about her while Dean just kept pushing her down the hallway.
After grabbing her bag for her out of the crew's locker room and helping her to put on her jacket, Dean took her out to where their valet was waiting. A nicely dressed man was standing by the back door of the car, waiting for them. As soon as he noticed them coming down the ramp, he opened the back-car door.
"Thank you," She smiled up at the man, who tipped his hat.
Dean made her wait until he put the brakes on the wheelchair before he helped her out of the dang thing. Holding onto her arm, he walked her slowly to the open door and helped her climb in, before pushing the wheelchair back towards the building. When she was completely in the car and settled, Dean joined her in what at first, she thought was a spacious backseat. Man, he's big.
"You good?" The valet ducked his head in.
Angel looked at Dean who was shifting around in his seat, looking like he was trying to find a middle ground between his legs being smashed up against the back of the passenger seat and hitting his head off the roof. "Um. I think so."
The valet nodded at her before shutting the door. Through the tinted window, she watched as he walked around the car and got into the driver seat. After a little bit of adjustment, he started up the car and pulled out of the arena's parking lot.
Giving a slight hiss in pain, she all but doubled over, holding her head in her hands trying the stop the pain that came from each and every bump that they drove over.
"Here." She heard Dean sigh as she felt him reached over and grab her by the shoulder. Pulling her towards him, he put her head against his chest before pushed himself back, so he was slouched. "This will help with the bumps, trust me."
"Oh, Thanks." She blushed as Dean gave a slight chuckle.
"You say thanks a lot."
"Well it's polite."
"I guess."
Not quite sure what to say next, she let the car ride drift into an almost awkward silence that fit the feeling she was having due to her head being against the chest of a man she didn't really know. Though, she had to admit that he was right the bumps weren't so bad anymore. In fact, the pain had dulled down enough that her eyes started to drift shut.
D.D.D.
Dean sighed as he looked down at the woman who was now sleeping on his chest. He couldn't help but to feel uncomfortable in his position and not just because his knees were in the back of the seat in front of him. He didn't like getting this close to people. But he also didn't like seeing an innocent person in pain like this, especially because of some brute with a temper.
But he couldn't help the almost claustrophobic feeling that racked him. Clenching and unclenched his hand, he tired to fight the urge to push her away and sit as far away as possible. What did you get yourself into? He shook his head at himself as he turned to look out the window, hoping that the saying 'out of site, out of mind' really worked.
He let out a sigh as he realized they were already sitting at the light outside the hotel. Normally with a hotel this close to the show he would have just walked to it, but instead he had to offer to take Angel back.
"We're here sir."
"Yeah." He grunted. He was not used to being called sir; which only made him grow even more awkward as the valet quickly got out and made his way around the car, to open the door for him. "Do you need help waking the young lady?"
Dean looked down at Angel, deciding whether or not to wake her. "Nah, let her sleep."
With some careful maneuvering and a few choice words that made the valet cough, he had gotten himself so that he was half in the car and half out. Thank god I asked Roman to grab my stuff. Dean sighed as he swung Angel's backpack over his shoulder, the strap barely fitting around his trap. He then reached down once more and scooped Angel into his arms. Man, she was tiny, she felt like she weighed less than his gym bag.
After nodding at the valet and telling him that his tip was on WWE, mainly Hunter, he began to slowly make his way up into the hotel's main lobby. And wouldn't you know all eyes were on him. Great. He sighed as he walked up to the front desk.
"Hey." He called out to the lady that was behind the reception desk, with her back facing him.
When she turned around, she was instantly taken back. "Can…Can I help you." Her eyes went from him, to Angel, then back to him.
"Yeah, you see my friend here is having a bad night. And don't know what room she's staying in." He said as he let Angel's bag slide down his arm. "Her room key is in her wallet, I think." He hoped. "If you could dig that out for me, and tell me what room she's staying in, that would be great."
The woman just looked at him with her mouth hanging open.
"Um…I'm not…"
"Shit" He mumbled under his breath knowing how weird this looked. "Alright listen, we both work for WWE. My ID is in my wallet which is in my back pants pocket, hers is..." He adjusted his hold on her so that the WWE work ID that was clipped to her belt loop, was now hanging down beside his arm. "I give you full permission to reach into my pocket and get my ID. If you want."
He watched as the lady hesitated and gritted his teeth as she slowly around the desk.
"Hey, you're Dean Ambrose." He heard someone call.
"No one other." Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes at the man that was making his way out of the door that was behind the desk. This was not a time to meet a fan. Or was it? Dean's eyes lit up as he eyed up the man. "Hey man, can you do me a favor and tell your friend here who I am?" He hoped that hearing the same thing that he said from a coworker would make the lady stop freaking out.
"Yeah," The man smirked as he turned towards the lady. "He's Dean Ambrose from WWE; I watch his guy and his buddies wrestle like every Monday and Friday.
"See I was telling the truth."
After a bit more time of talking to both the fan and lady, that was still looking at him like he was a murder, he finally got them to tell him what room Angel was staying at and to get her hotel key out of her bag for him. With some finagling he got the bag back over his shoulder and made his way over to the elevators.
By the time he got up to her room and got the door unlocked, he could feel that his body was ready for sleep. Stepping through the doors sideways, Dean carried the sleeping beauty in his arms to the double bed and laid her down.
"Finally." He said stretching his back and cracking his neck.
He placed her bag and keycard down on the end table before writing a note about how she got into the room, that way she didn't freak out in the morning when she finds herself in a completely different spot from when she fell asleep. With one final look at the girl. Dean shook his head and walked out of the room heading for his own room so that he could take a shower and crash.
What a night.
A.A.A.
Angel groaned as she stepped out of the shower. Though the warm shower helped, her body was still tense and complained with each movement. Slowly, she reached for the towel that she had placed on the closed toilet lid and wrapped it around herself. Giving her neck a small roll, she stretched out her arms and stumbled up to the sink.
Her eyes locked on her foggy reflection as she reached up and wiped the steamed off glass. Only to sigh as her eyes traveled down to the yellowing bruise on her cheek and her healing lip.
She couldn't believe that it's been four days already since what happened to her. It still felt like a nightmare, well that was until the pain meds wore off and when her mom would yell about what happened, while she was home. That's when it was felt very much real.
Forcing herself to look away from the mirror, she grabbed her phone off the sink and turned the screen on. "Crap." It was already eight thirty. Yesterday she had gotten a call from Stephanie McMahon, asking her to coming in sometime during the taping of SmackDown to talk.
As quick as her head would let her, she got dressed in a nice shirt and a pair of dress slacks. And after carefully brushing her hair, she went to grab her bag off her bed, when her eyes locked onto the orange bottle of meds that sat on the end table. Reaching across the bed she grabbed the bottle and shook it. Only two more doses left, tonight before bed and tomorrow morning. She prayed that by tomorrow night the pain would be better, because she knew that none of the over the counter pain pills wouldn't work nearly as much as the ones that the WWE medical staff had prescribed for her.
Stuffing the bottle into her bag, her eyes landed on a piece of wadded up paper that was in her bag. It was the note that Dean Ambrose had left in her hotel room on Monday when he brought her back. All it said was.
You fell asleep in the car, so I carried you up.
Hope you feel better
Dean.
Short and sweet and to the point. She smiled at the piece of paper. She would need to thank him next time she saw him. Not only did he volunteer to personally take her back to the hotel and let her lay on him in the car to help with the pain, he had also carried her all the way up to her room. Who knew that the Lunatic Fringe had a soft side?
Realizing that she was just sitting on the edge of her bed looking down at Dean's note, when she should have been leaving for the show, she practically jumped to her feet. Making sure that she had everything, she booked it out the door and down to the hotel valet that was in charge to take the members of WWE to the arena.
By the time she finally got to the show, they were halfway through the night. After thanking and tipping the valet, she walked into the arena and was instantly met with looks of shock and ah. She could hear all the whispers that followed her as she walked quickly down the hallway towards the door that held the removable sign that said, 'Stephanie McMahon.'
Taking a moment to compose herself, she knocked.
"Come in."
Opening the door, her eyes locked on Stephanie who was sitting at the end of a very large conference table, looking as powerful as she was. "Stephanie?"
"Miss Miles." Stephanie smiled up from her paper work as she stood from her chair. "I'm so glad you could make it in today. How are you feeling?" She rounded the large table.
"Much better." Angel smiled back as Stephanie grabbed her shoulders and gave her face a nice good look over. "Oh, thank you for the pain meds."
"I told you we were going to take care of you." Stephanie said as she took a step back.
"And I thank you for that."
Stephanie gave a glance down to the watch that was on her wrist and her eyes widened. "Shoot, I have a meeting in a few minutes, so we don't have much time to talk right now, but I want to speak to you about your job."
Angel's heart sunk at the words. For the WWE talking about someone's job, was good enough as saying that someone was fired. And how many times had she heard this woman in front of her say the words 'you're fired' on live TV? She hated to know how much those words fell from the woman's lips behind scenes.
"Ok." She swallowed the lump in her throat.
"Oh! It's nothing to worry about!" Stephanie must have noticed that she was worrying. "It's just a change in positions."
A change of position? "What do you mean?"
Stephanie walked back around the table and gathered her paper work. "Instead of being a reporter, we would like you to become a valet for the Shield."
"A valet?" Angel coughed. A valet! A WWE valet was normally a pretty woman, who walked male Superstars down to the ring and acted as just a piece of arm candy. And Stephanie wanted her to become that arm candy for the Shield. "Why?"
"Well you see, we got so much fan mail over this last week asking how you were, if you would be back on the show sometime soon and if the Shield was going to get Randy Orton for what he did to you." She said crossing her arms over her folder of papers. "After thinking everything over, Hunter and I believe it would be best if we put you together with Shield, since they were the ones that came running to your aid. And we think that the WWE Universe would love it."
Angel had heard that it was the Shield that came running to her aid after Randy Orton had attacked her. A few of the crew members that had her number, had texted her all about what happened. Even about how Dean had followed the medics as they wheeled her out on the gurney. A few of them even sent her the clip of what happened, which she hadn't watched yet.
She couldn't bring herself to watch the thing. She had tried. On Tuesday; while waiting for her plane to go home for a few days, she watched all of the clips of Raw on WWE's YouTube page, though as soon as it got to the after show she had to turn it off.
"I don't know…" Angel blushed and played with the hem of her shirt. "I don't know if I would be a good valet."
Stephanie brushed away her concern. "Why don't we give it a try, next Monday Night Raw and see how it goes. If it's the term valet you don't like, we do hope that this could turn into managing position once you get the hang of the job. So what do you say?"
Biting her lip, she looked up at the powerful woman in front of her. How do you say no to your boss, especially when your boss was Stephanie McMahon? "Alright, let's give it a try."
"Great." Stephanie's eyes lit up and a smile came to her face. "Well I have to run to my meeting, but we'll talk more about this soon." She said quickly as she looked down at her watch. Angel nodded as she watched Stephanie pretty much ran out of the room, leaving her standing there alone.
Letting out a huge sigh, she leaned back against the large conference table. Her head was spinning from both her slight headache as well as what just happened. Somehow, she went from leaving her hotel room thinking that she was going to be talking to her boss about coming back to work, to thinking she was getting fired, to finally leaving the meeting as the Shield's new valet.
Wow…
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