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"Ah, right. Sorry. If you need me, I'll be outside". And with that, he left. However, my privacy didn't last for very long. Just as I began to lift my shirt, the door burst open and two people burst in. The last two people I expected to see. Triple H and Stephanie McMahon. And they didn't look very happy.
"Emily Blake?" I froze in shock. Triple H knew my name?! "uh… ye-yes?" I managed to mumble out. "My name is Hunter, and this is Stephanie, my wife. We are incredibly sorry about what happened to you earlier between yourself and Mr Ambrose. I feel partly responsible because I moved out of his way too quickly. Is there anything we can do to make up for this incredible mishap? I can speak to Mr Ambrose and make sure he is discipli-" "NO." I cut in. "No… It's fine. He didn't do it on purpose. Please don't worry about me. I'm fine. I don't expect anything from you guys. I mean, accidents happen right?" I smiled at the couple, even though my face was in a lot of pain. Stephanie chose this moment to speak for the first time: "Hi Emily. Look, we are aware of how dangerous it is for you to be walking around after fainting. Please, let us keep you under observation for the rest of the evenin, to make sure you are okay. Then, to make up for all this, you can travel with us and the superstars for a year; and we will pay you. For obvious reasons we can't pay you as much as our superstars, but trust us, you will be comfortable".
My mouth fell open in shock the more Stephanie spoke to me. They are really desperate to stop me from saying anything negative about them huh? Not that I would….. But travelling with superstars and divas?! Oh my god. I've dreamed of this since I was a little girl. Perhaps I could even show them some of the moves I've picked up over the years. I was brought back out of my own little world when Triple H coughed. "So, Miss Blake… what do you say?" "I need to think about this. I mean, it's a big deal you know? Travelling with my idols. But, at the same time, I can't leave my business behind. I have a good set up here at home…" "We understand Emily," said Stephanie: "We are in London for three more days, we can give you that long to decide. I'll leave you our card. If you need it, we have a driver on standby to take you wherever you need to go. It was lovely meeting you". She shook my hand and with a smile, she left. "I would give this some serious thought Emily. We don't hand out offers like this every day. As my wife said, it was great meeting you. I hope to see you soon". Triple H shook my hand firmly and followed his wife, leaving me alone once again.
What just happened? Did I really just receive this opportunity? I barely made it to the show, and now they are offering me a once in a lifetime experience… This is just all too much. I sat down and took some deep breaths to try and calm down. I noticed that I was still clutching the WWE t shirt. I suppose I should change and just make my way home. I'm in desperate need of some food right now. I stood up and gently lifted my ruined shirt over my head. WAIT. Where's my jacket and bag? My keys are in there?! I whipped around to see that my jacket and bag where slung over the back of one of the chairs in the medical room. I smile and pick the new shirt up from the bed. But before I could put it on, someone else burst through the door: "OH GOD I'M SO SORRY FOR HITTING YOU, I DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT YOU, HUNTER MOVED TOO QUICK-". I turned round only to be met with the man that I have locked eyes with twice already this evening. "You're… you're Dean Ambrose! I am so sorry if you got in trouble, I'm not mad or annoyed at you at all, please don't feel guilty…. Why are you looking at me like that?" I noticed that Dean was staring at me, with a face as red as a tomato. "Your bra- I mean you're topless- I mean, you haven't got a shirt on. I'm sorry. First I hurt you, then I walk in on you…" I soon felt my face turn as red as Dean's. I'm standing here, shirtless, in front of Dean Ambrose. Kill me now. I'm not even wearing my nice bra.
"Oh god. I'm so sorry". I quickly threw the shirt on. Dean noticed me grimace as the shirt contacted my nose. "Sooo… how bad was it? I didn't hurt you too badly did I? I mean, Roman said it looked like a break. I couldn't live with myself knowing I broke a girl's nose." I laughed at how apologetic Dean was being "Yeah, it was a break. But Dr. Amann said that he set it easily enough. Yeah it hurts, but what do you expect? I don't mind, I've had worse. I'm probably going to head home anyway, probably going to order a takeaway and watch a movie. It was nice meeting you!" I threw my jacket on and fished my keys out of my bag, checking that my phone was still in there. Dean grasped my arm gently. "I can't let you drive after passing out. Please, let me take you out for something to eat. I'm nearly finished up here. Come to my locker room, I'll shower and we can get out of here. You can choose the place. I'm sure you know this area better than I do!" Dean Ambrose is touching me. Dean Ambrose is touching me and wants to drive my car. Dean Ambrose wants to drive MY car, and treat ME to dinner. What the hell is going on?! "Uh… sure. As long as that's okay with you of course. I know a place near where I live. I live about an hour from here. Are you allowed to go that far?" "Girl, as long as I'm at the next show, I can do whatever! By the way, we've not actually been formally introduced- I don't even know your name! I'm Dean Ambrose." He stuck his hand out towards me, causing me to laugh "Nice to meet you Dean, I'm Emily Blake." "Emily… Well Emily, let me show you to the Shield's locker room" He grasped my hand and we left the medical centre, aiming for the locker room of The Shield.