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A panting Aries was sprung onto her feet before she could go for the pin side bangs covering an eye when her reflexes commanded her.
Bray was circling the ring carefully when the busty brunette avoided being caught in a sleeperhold. Three and a half weeks of training and Aries was improving immensely, No longer was she a rookie to be trampled on by the 'better divas'. She wracked up quite a few wins, strangely, she and AJ had yet to cross paths again.
Whatever the GMs reasoning was, she wasn't complaining. It was easier watching her crumble on her own than to careabout how much she sucked Dolph's face. Improving her ringskills was her only focus… waiting for Bray to make a move was another story meanwhile. What was stopping him?
Feigning a run at the towering cult leader, the diva in metallic pink and black gear took a sharp turn to the opposite rope group
leaping onto the second one to execute an off the rope flying hurricarana, securing her legs over his shoulders to lock in the swift maneuver, but to no avail.
Bray slid his palms under her ass, gently letting her back fall flat onto the ring.
"Ah!"Aries groaned in protest when the smirking Bray slowly went for the pin with a careful lift of her leg.
"Kick out. "Bray said firmly before counting aloud at a refferee 've been training long enough for her to stay down this easily.
Before he could say three, she kicked up with all of her might. The brunette panted when she stood on her feet. As a superstar,He was being fair, but in no way was he going easy.
With a moment to recover, Aries slowly pulled off the slitted black cotton top andtossed it to the side, smiling innocently for the temporarily distracted Bray Wyatt.
The way that cropped shirt rolled away to expose hermetallic pink top was too much of a diversion.
"I don't think AJ would stare as long as I am."Bray scolded her with a smirk, eyeing her as she swayed across her side of the ring.
"I know, But It would be enough to draw her to me.."Aries hummed, leaning her metallic painted ass against The corner turnbuckle with arms stretching against the ropes .The way her cleavage dipped forward was enough to make Bray charge at her. These tactics needed to stop.
In the knick of time, the crafty diva slipped away, sending A bombshell kick when he turned to face her. The bearded superstar chuckled to mask the pain in his face, slipping to sit against the turnbuckle for support. It One of the first lessons he taught her was to make the opponent approach you to conserve energy, and he fell for it.
As easily as he could have gotten away, he let her go for the Falling Stars„ she leaped up in a perfect 180 degree angle as her kickpad made impact on his torso, sending rolling back onto her feet and leaning against the ropes to catch her breath.
"I've taught you wel so far, didn't I?" Bray asked when he stood on his feet, walking over to her with a devious grin on his face.
"I'd say s—-"Aries was pulled into his grip, bending her knees when she felt him lower his hold for the Sister Abigail. Her long straightened locks overflowed in his fist as his ice cold gaze met hers.
This finisher was lethal. Luckily no diva on the roster used it. This was Bray merely… marking her? She hadn't experienced the finisher until now.
"Can the kiss of death be on the lips, at least?"Aries pouted, green eyes blinking up at him for mercy.
"Mm… A fair request.."The cult leader said as he pressed his lips to hers, softly gelling against the petite rouge lips.
Her tongue demanded entry to prolong this heated kiss of death. It was the first time they kissed in three weeks. Their tongues met in a moist battle for dominance as Bray's grip on her sleek brunette locks tightened when her slender hands gripped to his shirt for support.
This girl was dangerous. Everything he swore he wouldn't do crept in his thoughts. The vulnerability was not something he was willing to allow.
Even though it drove Aries insane, Bray had yet to make a move since she kissed him three weeks ago. Training in this gym were the only places they'd meet.
The recent betrayal by Daniel Bryan only made him that much more hesitant to recruit the sexual diva that provoked too many feelings. Today would be a grim day.
With that thought, Bray gently pulled away from the kiss, idly having her in his grip as she sighed somberly. What was holding him back? He knew ahead of time what she would find out today.
Before he could continue their match, the sound of a few knocks at the wall interrupted their heated silence. None other than GM Brad Maddox cleared his throat. Bray effortlessly pulled Aries by the hand to help her stand to her feet. He knew why Brad was here.
"Uh, sorry to interrupt but Stephanie would like to see you, Aries."
He gave the wrestlers a strange look. He knew through the grapevine that they were somehow associated with eachother, but why would the most talked about breasts in the divas devision be involved with Bray Wyatt?
"Stephanie?" Aries thought. Boss lady Stephanie? What the fuck could she want with her? She nervously rushed her hair away from her face, lightly stroking his limp hand with hers before leaving the gym.
Brad held the office door for the busty brunette and told her to sit anywhere. Immediately she glued herself ti the leather sectional nervously fidgeting to get comfortable.
Was this about the medication? Was she about to get fired? Aries stared at the expensive looking neon fish that swam slowly in their rectangular tank.
Any solace she found in the silence was interrupted by the sound of designer pumps stepping across the plush red carpet. Long brown ringlets bounced flawlessly over her blue blazer jacket. Stephanie's ice cold gaze drew hers in as she pursed her lips into a pink smile when they shook hands.
The boss lady herself took a seat at the sectional, not too close to Aries but just enough distance. She crossed her legs under her pencil skirt.
"Don't shake your legs. It's unprofessional. ." Aries thought to herself, gripping to her knees, never breaking away from her boss's lioness like gaze.
"Briana. I hope you've been well." Stephanie said cordially.
"Um.. yes. I've been great.. Br-Brad told me you wanted to see me?"
"Yes. I have good news for you. The creative team has a segment in mind and it'd be great if you were involved."
Aries couldn't help but exhale in relief. She wasn't getting fired.. and she assumed they were okay with her regimen. Now she only prayed the segment didn't involve Dolph or AJ.
"That's great! If I may ask, what sort of segment did you have in mind?" Aries asked. Her heart pounded when Stephanie seemed to hesitate.
"Well.. for you, it might be a comprising one on your part. The creative team has taken notice of how the fans are engaged when there's conflict in The Shield. What better way to stir things up than a love interest?"
The shorter brunette cringed a bit. Compromising was an understatement. Somehow, she had a feeling Bray knew about this.
She watched Stephanie take out a check fron the binder she brought with her. With a perfect smile, she handed Aries the crisp slip.
"As I said, I know this puts you in a compromising position. Kissing is definitely in the script, so it's only fair that you be properly compensated."
Her emerald eyes widened at the amount in blue ink. Those were a lot of zeros… four to be exact. All for following a script? She needed the exposure too.
All she could do is swallow her pride and try, even though they were total jerks in her opinion.
"Th-thank you, Stephanie. I won't let you down.. by the way which one of them am I sharing this segment with? "
"I'm sure you'll do great. And well, we've chosen Dean Ambrose. Being that he's the more reckless member of The Shield, dating the new diva would make a lot of sense…"
Aries nearly blushed when she felt the billion dollar princess glance down at her cleavage. Shit, is that all that was noticable?
"So it's settled. Your segment will begin on next week's Smackdown. In the meantime, you two will reherse all week. It's a simple script. By the way, it's clear the two of you have yet to meet. Take tonight off and get to know him. He should be looking for you."
"Oh.. okay. I'll go find my coworker, then. Thanks again, m'mam." After shaking her boss's hand, Aries hurried out of the office. Her back met the door she closed behind her. She took out her phone to text Bray.
Sure, nothing was official, he made that clear, but it wouldn't feel right not to let him know why she wouldn't be at work tonight. God, why was he the first thing on her mind? Waiting for him to make a move was driving her mad. Did Daniel Bryan's betrayal make Bray even more complicated?
All she could do was wait for him to come around, no matter how torturous it was. The mixed signals would stop eventually, right?
"Going on a work mandated 'date' w/ Dean Ambrose. I hate this! :"( Did you know about this? Maybe that's why you've been so distant? Miss you…. xoxo"
With a sigh, she put her phone away in the back pocket of her metallic pink shorts, heading down the hall to find her 'coworker.'
As if on que, Aries turned the corner only to find herself face to face with all three members of The Shield.
"Was just looking for you. Nice to meet you, sugartits." Dean said with a smirk, eyeing her from bottom to top.
"I have a name, douchebag."
Aries spat in disgust.
This guy had some nerve. She ran a hand through her long brown hair to let it sprawl over the opens slits that showed her cleavage. Dean raised an eyebrow, giving his allies a look to signal them to leave.
They sent the unphased Aries a smirk before they walked away. These jerk offs didn't scare her, and their scraggly haired leader definitely didn't.
"You done? By the way, you could use a comb. Your hair is bothering me." Aries said as her arms when she rested her back against the wall nearby, scoffing at the glare Dean gave her as his palm met the wall she leaned on.
No one had ever talked to him like that, much less a girl. Most women would gush over the 'petname', yet here this rookie diva was, mocking him.
"You're lucky you're hot. Maybe you need my lips to shut you up, hm?"
"Save it for the cameras. So, the boss lady requests that we get to know eachother. Take me somewhere." Dean blinked.
This girl was unbelievable. She didn't even blush. He ran a hand through his touseled dark hair and pondered for a moment. His idea of a date these days was drinking three or four rounds of shots and fucking the girl right after. Ever since his ex left him, the dating department wasn't his exactly his forte.
"Ugh. You're clueless. I heard there's a Japanese garden here in Seattle. We can walk through there and have some coffee afterwards or something…: Aries suggested, staring at her feet in a nervous gesture.
"Whatever.. I suppose it's a nice way to kill time and keep Stephanie off our asses."
The busty brunette rolled her eyes at how crude Dean's vocabulary was. She began to walk away from the black geared superstar to head to her lockeroom.
"Whe're you going, sugartits?" Dean called at her, no matter how good it looked to watch her leave. Damn those metallic shorts.
"To my lockeroom, douchebag. I need to get out of these clothes. " Aries said from the short distance.
"I can help with that, Aries."
"Good one. Meet me outside in fifteen minutes. Bring your wallet."
The busty brunette answered without turning around, swaying feminely down the hall when she felt his eyes on her. It gave her a cheap thrill to flaunt what the perverted superstar couldn't get. Damn it, when will her phone vibrate?
Bray had just finished a segment, Luke and Erick followed not too far behind down the spacious hall.
"Has training that girl gone well, brother?"
Erick asked the bearded cult leader who lead them to their shared locker room.
"It's been productive. The divas devision needs dominating. I trust she will be a worthy factor in spreading our cause. I no longer need to associate with her as of today." Bray stated plainly, placing his beige fedora atop his head.
He was torn when his ice gaze glanced at the flashing screen of his cellphone he kept on the dresser. By now, she must have been told of the segment they want her for. As much as he dreaded seeing her kiss someone else, this segment would benefit him and the boys.
The Shield was a vital piece of the company. To take down the foundation, you must first cut down the support. The Shield will break because of this, even when the script was finished. Aries was a provocative woman, and as much as it tortured him, he needed her to fufill this purpose. Bray had to keep his distance for this to work, meaning he had to break away from her altogether.
"Brother?"
Luke called to the dazed cult leader who stared down at the unopened text message on the flashing screen.
"Yes, Luke?"
Bray cleared his throat.
"What's our plan in the meantime? "
Erick asked.
Bray stood from where he sat, turning off his phone and putting it away. He faced his taller allies with a cryptic stare.
"We attack the main attractions of this circus. Daniel Bryan is no longer our focus. The message will be spread. . One by one, they will fall. Now, sleep, brothers. I'll see you tomorrow. Go on without me."
His tall bearded allies looked at one another with confusion, noticing the somber tone in their leader's voice. They merely answered Bray with a nod and left.
Unable to resist his burning curiosity, the bearded cult leader gave in and read the message on the phone he hadn't lossened grip on. Bray sighed at the affection he sensed in her text. Gliding his thumbs against the touchscreen, he made his reply, hating the words he typed in the box. He didn't come here to find love, and his cause needed to be the main priority. He had too many ties to cut. She'd be better off without him..
Aries glanced at the full length mirror that reflected her tall curvy frame from the corner of her room. On the road, she always did bring an assortment of outfits to store in her lockroom just in case an occasion came up.
Usually having a closet, couch, and vanity with basic beauty supplies, it was the perfect refuge to use when in a pinch. She wore a white lace embroided demi cup top, dark denim skinny jeans, and a form fitting leather jacket that match the slighlty heeled leather boots she wore on her feet.
Spritzing a modest amount of perfume, Aries grabbed to her pale pink chanel flap and headed out to the arena hallway at a brisk pace.
When the busty brunette turned the corner, dismay hit her when AJ came skipping in her direction with Tamina not that far behind her.
The skippy champion in knee high chuck taylors stopped in her tracks with a cocky smirk, looking up at Aries as she fiddled with her long curled hair in an annoyingly childish manner.
"Well, if it isn't miss irrelevant. Haven't seen you since you lost to me. Taking a day off? Don't worry, no one will even notice you're gone."
Aries rolled her eyes with a hand on her hip, smirking at the hints of abrasions on AJ's torso. Three weeks later and they still left a mark. Priceless.
"Jealous, much. Shouldn't you be slobbering on Dolph or something?"
"I'm actually waiting for my Ziggy. And jealous? Of you? Laughable."
AJ practically squeaked with delight when Dolph showed up a moment later. He went to peck her on the cheek until he noticed Aries standing in front of them. The scent of her perfume
was quite noticable.
"H-hey, Bri. Where are you going?" Dolph asked with a quirked brow. Why she look so good? And for who?
Aries wanted to laugh. Calling her by her name was so phony. What was he trying to do? Prove something to his girlfriend? He shouldn't be looking at her the way he was. Tsk, tsk. She decided to stick the knife a little deeper for the hell of it.
"Oh, on a date. I just found out I'm starring in a new segment, so I might as well get to know the guy I'll be making out with. Gotta run. See ya around, Tamina!"
The busty brunette aaid with a grin before skipping off with satisfaction right past them as if to imitate AJ's bitchy mannerisms. Tamina quirked a brow at the busty brunette and mouthed a "bye.", sighing deeply when AJ started to scream at Dolph.
"Why the hell do you care where SHE'S going? Why didn't you kiss me on the lips hello either?! I've been standing here! "
Aries laughed at the commotion behind her and left the arena. Ironically, Dean was already waiting in front when she got outside.
"Took you long enough. Mmm, did you really wanna smell sexy for me? I like where this is going." Dean said with a smirk, leaning cooly against the concrete wall where he took in her tantalizing scent. It was better than doing the obvious and glancing at her plunging neckline.
"I smell cologne on you too, romeo. Seriously, Can we get going?" Aries asked dryly, walking ahead of him towards the parking lot. She tried to hide her blush at how well he cleaned up. Getting this date over with was all she had in mind.
They drove to the Japanese garden she mentioned earlier and walked across the red bridge. The atmosphere was soothing and the scents from the immaculate garden was comforting to take in.
Dean took note of how in awe Aries was at the Japanese garden's scenery, making sure to take quite a few pictures with her camera she remembered to bring.
With joy, they reached a Japanese ramen shop that was located towards the end of the beautiful attraction. As eveing approached, Lanterns of autumn colors lit decoratively on the railing that overlooked a small pond where fireflies flew about.
They waited for their server to approach when they sat at an outdoor table. Aries silently took in her surroundings, admiring the nearby garden display of white and red camelias.
"You really like this place, huh?"
Dean broke the silence, smiling softly at how she framed her face with her palms, listening to the sounds of crickets that hid in the night.
"Yeah, it reminds me of a dream I gave up on." Aries said with a wistful sigh.
Dean didn't want to pry so he changed the subject.
"So.. dumb question. But I assume your stage name is your sign?"
Aries couldn't withhold a giggle. She nodded at the obvious question then blinked when the superstar started to type on his phone. He smirked devilishly at whatever he googled.
"Heh. Interesting."
"What is?"
The brunette diva blinked.
"Says here our signs would have great sex."
"One track mind, much? Ugh, I hate to ask, but what's your sign?"
"Sagittarius."
Dean replied with a smirk.
Oh, great. Trouble. Zodiac wise, they would have great compatibility—meaning, also great sex. But having sex with a d-bag from team d-bags wasn't exactly in her rolled her eyes and searched for her phone in her bag.
"I wouldn't be caught dead sleeping with a Shield member. No offense, Dean."
His dark eyes drew in hers as his face quirked in a curious manner. He had the urge to bite those tiny red lips of hers.
"What's so bad about The Shield, huh? Are we too much for your ovaries to handle?" Dean purred with a smirk, loving how appalled she looked from the question.
"Oh, please. You guys are just.. jerks! You ruin everything. Simply put!"
Aries laughed a bit. She never thought she'd come right out and say it.
"Hey, we're heel. We do it well and we wouldn't have it any other way. You on the other hand, you're too much of a princess to be heel."
"Hmphf. I'd rather be face than be an AJ. I don't like being mean, Thank you very much!" Aries said a fraction of her attention focused on the new text message that flashed on her phone's screen.
Dean enjoyed how much chemistry they had to keep such a silly conversation going. His eyes softenee with concern when he noticed how the vibe suddenly changed. She dropped her cellphone carelessly on the table.
From: Bray 3
Recieved: 7:18pm
I am aware of this attachment, Aries. And yes, I knew of your segment long before you did. I didn't come here to find love and you are provoking just that. As your mentor, you've made me proud, but it's my great displeasure that to say that today was our last training seasion. You no longer need my guidance. Simply put, we have no further reason to see eachother. I encourage you to look to Dean for the attention you crave. Bringing down the machine does not include stringing you along. What you seek, I cannot provide. You deserve happiness. I wish you luck in your endeavors. I hope you wish me luck with mine.
"Aries? Are you alright?" Dean asked again.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. No, she wasnt alright. Weeks of flirting and training, and touching, and training… all to end like this? She thought he wanted her.. she felt wanted. Up until now. Her palms shook. The diamond chanel ring tapped against the glass of water she held to. She needed a pill. She needed to calm down.
"I'm fine. Let's finish eating and get out of here. The hotel has a nice bar."
Aries answered with looking at him, repeatedly sipping at her glass until the water ran out. The lemon wage she had on the rim sank to the bottom.
Later that evening, Dean sat next to an intoxicated Aries, who sipped to her fifth lemon drop like it was going out of style.
The dark lighting of the bar shrouded her tears and smudged eyeliner from view. She made sure to surpress her sobs with laugher. Lots of laughter.
The empty sugar coated cocktail glasses started to blur in her view when she cupped her face with her hands.
In the four and a half hours of drinking, she actually got to know Dean Ambrose quite a bit, courtesy of alcohol.
His ex was a cheating bitch. He had an abusive upbringing, just as she did.. and him and the Shield had a metrosexual bromance no one needed to know about.
As far as she spilled, they were merely bits and peices. Vital details of her life were spoken with short sentences of "Me too." "I know what that's like." and "I have muscle problems." "Depression sucks." "I'm fucked up too."-Turns out they had a lot in common.
"Babe.. I don't give a fuck if you have a problem with me calling you that.. but . You're just.. y-you're just so beautiful.."Dean slurred before he trailed on, downing his last shot.
"You know? You need to be treated right. Fuck what people say and just... find it, you know? P-people say this.. say this to me..but..I'm saying it to you..O-one.. one... fucked up person to another..."
Aries stared at the slurring superstar and nodded. She felt tears well up in her eyes but she closed them shut. It was too soon. Too soon.
It's okay.. you're. . Hot enough to say.. that. You're sweet, Dean. I don't.. care if you wanna.. be a tough guy but deep down, you're a good guy. I'm really tired. Its Friday, right?"
Aries slurred back, resting her head over her crossed arms on the bar table.
Yeah. Its Friday. You're hot too, sugartits.. but.. listen.. when.. when this is over. When we come to work on Monday, we gotta.. you gotta let me in..okay? This segment. It cant be forced.. cant be bullshit, ya know, babe?"
Maybe it was the alcohol talking.. but he was dropping b-bombs already. Her head was spinning. She felt her leather jacket droop a bit below her shoulders when her white demi cup top rested above the counter tiredly.
Some annoying house music blared in the background. Dean pulled her into a hug and made sure not to fall with her.
"We gotta. Talk when we're not drunk, kay? We'll see if we mean all this Monday. It's only.. like.. ten something and we're bombed, man."
Dean's hands gently gripped to her back, one of them somehow glided to stroke her long hair. They needed to get back to their rooms. He ordered a glass of water for both of them before guiding the wobbly brunette onto her feet.
"Do you two need escorting?"
A nearby bouncer asked with concern.
His voice seemed abnormally loud.
"N-nah.. we're fine. Get outta here... "
Dean said with a wave of his hand, slowly guiding Aries by the waist out of the dark bar and into the brightly lit lobby. They waited for an elevator to approach.
Ironically, their rooms were in the same floor. 502 being hers and 530 being his.
With eyes half open, Aries rummaged in her pale pink chanel flap for her key, missing the keyhole a few times until finally getting it after the eighth try.
Tiredly, she swung the door open and Dean closed it behind him. He noticed her knee problems hours earlier and took it upon himself to unzipped the heeled boots off of her feet despite his drunken haze.
The tall brunette diva sluggishly tossed her jacket on the floor, turning to her side with eyes fully closed. Somehow she was on the queen sized bed already.
Dead tossed his jacket and kicked off his shoes, collapsing half consciously to lay close to her, pulling the blanket over them after fidgeting around long enough.
Luckily, they never did turn the lights on. With their clothes and all, with no questions asked, they fell asleep. Clothes entirely on. 11:43pm read on the digital clock on the nightstand.