Chapter One: Welcome to the WWE

As the pyrotechnics and lights of the Superdome Arena in New Orleans, Louisiana exploded to signal the end of another Wrestlemania, shrouding the soon-to-be empty seats in light and colour, three figures sat in the rafters, staring down at the sea of fans. The oldest and unchallenged leader of the three sat with his back to a chain, watching the new World Champion celebrate with his fans. A smirk curled onto his face.

"That's gonna be me one day," he said to his friends. They both looked at him. The shorter of the two smirked in return, carefully standing on the bars.

"Not if I beat you to it, Jon," he said, crossing his arms smugly, the grin on his face only growing as the larger man to his right and the blond to his left laughed.

The large Samoan grabbed the slightly younger man by his t-shirt and dragged him back to his seat.

"You wish, Col," he said with a laugh. Colby Lopez and Jonathan Good, Col and Jon respectively, turned to look at their friend and co-worker.

"What makes you so sure it won't be us, Joe?" Col asked, jabbing the large man in the shoulder. Joseph Anoa'i, Joe to his friends, shrugged.

"Because it'll be me."

The three members of Shield; Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns, watched as the confetti rained down on Daniel Bryan, celebrating his victory. Joe stared intently. As Roman Reigns, he wasn't expected to do much in Shield except spear people and be the power behind the Triple Powerbomb. His mic skills weren't that great, and his in-ring skill was getting better and better with every match he performed. But he wasn't on par with any of the top guys yet; he would be, but not yet. He smiled to himself at the image of himself, standing on the second rope with the WWE Championship over his head. That was a lovely image to dream about.

A yawn escaped his mouth just as the balloons dropped from the nets on the roof. Col laughed beside him.

"Tired Joey is tired," he said, trying not to fall off the metal frame they were sitting on. Joe shoved him.

"I think it's bed time." He stood and carefully scooted down the framework to the ladder, using it to get down to the seats, these ones empty due to people leaving during the Undertaker versus Brock Lesnar match; the end of the Streak. He turned and looked at his friends. Jon was behind Col as they manoeuvred their way down. "I'll meet you guys back at the hotel; I'm gonna say goodnight to Sarona if she's still here."

Jon dropped down beside him. "Sounds cool. Night Joe." And he disappeared into the darkness, United States Championship belt slung over his shoulder.

Col looked up at Joe. "I swear to God he sleeps with that thing," he said teasingly, making Joe smirk. It was true; Jon took the US belt everywhere he went, as if it was his most prized possession. Which made sense to a certain degree; it was the first belt he'd won on his own while on the main roster of WWE.

"He probably makes out with it," said the Samoan, stepping beside Col as they headed towards the back to get their stuff, and to congratulate Daniel on his win. Col laughed.

When they reached backstage, Daniel was holding the belts above his head while the Bella Twins, Nikki and Brie Garcia were hugging him and congratulating him. Joe smiled, spotting Sarona, Tamina Snuka to the fans, standing in the corner with AJ Lee. On his way past Daniel he high-fived him and winked, his silent congratulations. Daniel nodded.

"Hey, 'Rona," Joe said, kissing her forehead. Sarona and Joe were both from the Isle of Samoa, or at least their families were, so they had a mutual friendship based on that. She was the daughter of Jimmy 'Superfly' Snuka, and he was the son of Sika Anoa'i, one half of the Wild Samoans. The business was in their blood.

"Hey, Joe," she said, patting his shoulder as she hugged him. He smiled at her. "Heading in for the night?"

"Yeah. I've gotta be awake for the RAW pre-show tomorrow." He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. "Night Snuka."

Sarona grinned and squeezed him back. "Night Reigns."

On his way past AJ he ruffled her hair and followed after Col, heading towards the parking garage.

~X~

Joe, Col and Jon had three rooms next to each other, with Joe's being at the far end of the hallway, meaning he had to pass Col's door, where he and Lizzie were probably having a tickle fight or something stupid like that, and then Jon's, where he was probably snoring his head off.

So it came as a surprise to him when, as he was passing Jon's room, the door opened and a girl with black hair backed out. She was tall, probably about 5"11, and looked young, maybe early to mid twenties.

"Fuck you, Jon. I'm 27 years old and can do whatever the fuck I want," she yelled, loud enough to wake the dead. Joe stopped in his tracks, about three feet from the door. Jon's voice echoed from inside.

"I don't give a fuck. You wanna be here doing the shit I do, you listen." He sounded angry, like the girl had spent the last hour arguing with him. She turned and rolled her eyes, looking away from the door.

"Fuck you, Ambrose," and with that she disappeared down the hallway, brushing past Joe.

He blinked for a second, his eyes going after her. He then turned and poked his head into the doorway of Jon's room, where he was lying on the sofa with a pillow on his face.

"What was that all about?" he asked, watching as Jon removed the pillow from his face and threw it across the room.

"She is a pain in the ass. She doesn't listen. And half the time I wanna strangle her," Jon replied, his temper rising again. Joe could see his temple throbbing so he chose not to aggravate his team-mate more.

"Right. Well I'll see you tomorrow," he said, choosing his words carefully. Jon waved as Joe shut the door behind him.

Before he entered his room he turned back to see the black haired girl at the end of the hallway, peaking around the corner, the hood of her jumper covering her face. He smiled and waved his hand at her. She smiled in return and ducked back behind the corner. He grinned and wandered into his room, promptly falling asleep as soon as his head hit his pillow.