Once we arrived in gorilla after the match, we were greeted with praise from everyone there. The two superstars put on a good match and apparently I did a good job standing ringside, cheering RyBack on.
"Now, Ryan and Aubree, if you would, right down the hall is the cameramen for Backstage Fallout. That's where Aubree will give her reasoning as to why she is with you now," Hunter explained to us. I nodded and walked behind Ryan.
"Don't let them fool you," Ryan said in a monotone voice. I gave him a confused look. "They always tell beginners they are excellent and fantastic and all that jazz. You're mediocre at best, but hey, I'm not the boss OR am I the father of the perfect little diva, am I? That means my opinion doesn't matter."
"Listen, I don't know why you have a problem with me when you don't even know me. I worked my ass off to get here. I didn't get handed a contract because of my father, I am tired of people saying that to me when it isn't true. You don't get to sit here and hate me because you're bitter for some unknown reason, okay?" I snapped. I was so over people telling me I had no talent and I only had a job because of my father. I thought the pettiness would end at NXT.
"First of all, you don't get to tell me what to do, princess. And second of all, you sure as hell don't want to get on my bad side, understand?" his voice was becoming deeper, which scared me. He glared right into my eyes, his eyes full of disgust with me. How could he hate someone he just met so much? Did he hate my dad? Was he mad because I wasn't as high profile as Paul Heyman? I didn't understand and I probably never would.
We continued walking in silence, and I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts when I heard, "Believe that…. And BELIEVE IN THE SHIELD," I looked up and saw that Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, and Roman Reigns had just finished a clip for Backstage Fallout. The cameraman yelled cut and they instantly changed into their real life personas again.
"Hey, you're that new chick everyone was talking about earlier. I'm Dean Ambrose," I shook his hand. Fear instantly washed over me. People were talking about me? What were they saying? Probably spreading rumors or something. I thought to myself.
"Hey, uh, yeah, hi, yeah, I'm Aubree," I said stuttering. Although they worked at NXT, they were called up to travel with the main roster right around the time I began my training. I didn't even know why I was nervous. It could be because I was surrounded by four men significantly larger than me, one of which I definitely knew hated me, and I just met the other three.
"Seth Rollins, great to meet you," Seth extended his hand. "So, I have to ask if it's true, did Nikki really walk in on you blowing Cena to get you to the roster?"
Immediately my eyes opened as wide as they could and I could feel the blood rushing to my face. "No! Oh my God no not at all! That's what people think?! Shit shit shit shit shit! Fucking shit no!" I wanted to cry. Seth started laughing, then Dean followed. Roman smacked Seth on the back of the head.
"Aubree calm down! He just made that up! He likes to joke around. Seth, that's not fucking cool!" Roman stepped up, reaching his hand out to shake mine. I felt nauseous.
"Thank God. That really wasn't funny, Seth!" I complained. Seth continued his laughter. Roman smacked the back of his head again and eventually Seth's laughter died down.
"Aubree, I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist. We all know how Nikki gets with new divas, so we assume she was pretty hostile towards you, right?" Seth said and I nodded. "She'll come around, hopefully. Give her time."
I rolled my eyes at his comment about Nikki, knowing how true that statement was now. I knew it was a woman's nature to be jealous, but she took it to the extreme.
"Aubree, Ryan, ready to go?" the cameraman called out to us. I was suddenly pulled back to work-mode and I nodded. When I went to say goodbye to Dean, Roman, and Seth, I noticed they were already halfway down the hall.