9/22/15

I was in the Shield's (now my) locker room getting ready for my mixed-tag team match with Dean against Fandango and Summer Rea just two weeks after joining the team. It had been going great with me being their valet and them coming to ringside for my matches, running interference when needed on both sides.

My head was really itchy from wearing the wig all the time so since I was alone in the locker room for the time being, I took it off and scratched my scalp. Suddenly, the door opened and I heard the guys laughing. Before I could put my wig back on, all three men were standing right behind me in the mirror. I covered my face with my hands and groaned before turning around to face the music.

When I removed my hands, I saw Dean, Seth, and Roman staring at me still as statues with wide eyes. I sighed and said, "Can one of you please say something? The silence is killing me."

Dean was the first to snap out of his trance as he blinked and shook his head a little before saying, "Not to sound rude, but are you on chemo therapy?"

I snorted and said, "I wish. No, it's much more complicated than that and it involves a semi-long story that we don't have time for." Remembering that we had a match in a few minutes, Dean cursed and ushered the guys out of the room to let me finish getting ready.

I got my wig back on and the four of us headed to where we were going to make our entrance through the audience. None of the guys had said anything on the way there which made me feel very uneasy.

The match was in full swing with Summer Rea and I in the ring, me kicking her ass. We were told that Dean and I were going to win via DQ, but not how it would play out. I was just about to tag Dean when Summer came behind me and pulled on my wig ripping it off and exposing my semi-bald head to everyone in the arena and those watching at home.

Everyone stood in shock the arena so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I covered my head with my arms as the ref rang the bell and Dean and I were announced the winners by DQ, just like the script said. I started crying as I felt someone wrap their arms around me while another placed my wig back on my head though I didn't see the point since everyone now knew what was underneath.

The guys guided me back to the locker room, glaring at anyone who was staring at me. Once we got in and the door was shut, I broke down into sobs. Dean (who had been holding me the entire time) lead me to the couch and sat me down on his lap as I rested my head on his chest. No one spoke as I tried to calm myself down with Dean's help. When I stopped crying, Seth handed me a box of tissues. I thanked him and wiped my eyes and blew my nose.

There was a knock at the door so Roman got up to answer it as I continued calming down. Roman came back with Triple H and Stephanie McMahon trailing behind him looking worried. Dean tightened his grip around my waist and glared at them as they sat in chairs across from us. Stephanie cleared her throat and said, "Maggie I am so sorry for what happened to you out there. Summer wasn't suppose to do that and I assure you that she will be reprehended for it. Fandango was suppose to hit Dean with a chair and I don't know how Summer got the idea to grab your hair."

I shook my head and started trembling. Dean rubbed my back as Seth whispered something to Hunter. He and Stephanie left leaving the four of us alone again. "That freaking bitch!" I finally growled before getting off of Dean's lap and pacing in front of the guys as they just watched me blow off steam. I wanted to pull so bad, but I didn't want the guys to freak out.

After a bit I calmed down and sat next to Dean who put his arm around me in a comforting gesture. I sighed and said, "So, you guys still want to hear about how this started?"

"Not if you don't want to tell us, darlin'" said Dean.

I smiled and whispered, "It's better I do it now while we're already on the subject." All three men nodded as Seth and Roman sat down. I took a breath and began.