I'm walking around, backstage in my black tank top and my extremely short black skirt. I kinda know where I'm going. It's my 4th day here. We're in Orlando, Florida. Fuck my life. I hate this town only because of who lives here. I continue walking around until someone grabs my arm and pulls me into a dark room. I scream and start punching. Whoever just like kidnapped me is very strong, so whoever it was grabbed my arms and tied them together. I get pushed into the wall. I think we're in a storage closet.

"Who are you and what do you want from me?" I ask in fear while trying to get my arms untied. It's not working.

"I'm not going to reveal who I am until later. But anyways, I know that you're new here. And my best guess is that you're like everyone else. A whore. All the girls here are whores. My best guess is that you're the same. All you Diva's are." The person says. I'm like freaking out.

"You don't even know me. I'm not like everyone else. Don't make guesses about me if you don't even know me!" I snap. "What the hell do you want from me?"

"I only want one thing from you. But we have to make a deal. I'll untie your arms if you do one thing from me. Ok?"

"What is it that you want me to do?" I ask.

"I'm not going to tell you yet. First, I'm going to untie you." He says as he unties me. I just stand there, awkwardly. I'm scared out of my mind. He finishes untying me and then grabs ahold of my arm.

"Ok...so what do you want from me?" I ask in almost a whisper. I'm shaking in fear.

The person laughs evilly and then turns on the lights, revealing a nicely built guy with brown hair. He opens the door, while holding me back so that I don't run. Trust me, I want to run but I'm afraid that he will hurt me if I do. He lets in two guys. One with tattoo's on his arm with long black hair and the other guy has blond and black hair. Ok, now I'm scared out of my mind. One of them locks the door. I have to say, this is a pretty big storage closet if it can fit us four. All of a sudden, the guy who kidnaped me pushes me back and I go to fall, but the two dudes who just came in grab both of my arms and hold me back. I'm like kneeling on the ground.

"Just so you know, before I make you do what I want you to do...we are The Shield. I'm Dean Ambrose. The two-toned hair guy is Seth Rollins and then the other guy is Roman Reigns. Now, your torture begins." He says as he kneels down to me and smiles. "Lay her down, boys."

Roman and Seth make me lay down. Each of them hold one of my arms down so that I can't move. Then, Dean turns off the lights and I feel my skirt and underwear being taken off. I try kicking Dean, but he grabs my legs and makes it to where I can't move. I hate this. I scream but Roman puts his hand over my mouth. This is pure torture. I bite Roman's finger and he moves his hand and let's go of one my arm. I take advantage of that and punch Seth in the face. He let's go of my other arm. I sit up and punch Dean in the face and then quickly put my underwear back on. I can't find my skirt. I see Roman and Seth leave the storage room. Thank God those two left. Now I only have to deal with one guy.

"Where the hell is my skirt?" I ask in fear.

"You'll never know now because you punched me in the face!" Dean yells. I move scoot backwards. Dean turns on the lights and throws me my skirt. I quickly put in on and just sit there. I don't know what to do...I'm scared. He just sits there too and stares at me with this cocky grin on his face.

"Why the hell are you smiling?" I ask.

"Because. You passed the test. I guess you're not a whore because if you were, you would have let me have sex with you." He says with that cocky grin still on his face.

"That was a test?" OMG! Can't you just take someones word when they say that they're not a whore?" I ask, pissed off.

"It's kinda hard to take someones word here in this company. The people here can be total liars. I see that you were telling the truth. You can go now." Dean says as he stands up. I stand up too and run out of there. As soon as I exit the storage room, I see none other than my dad standing 10 feet away from me...


Note: Oooh! What will happen!?

Do any of you have any guesses?