Chapter 7

I scrolled through my phone checking for any updates from Stephanie as I walked passed the production area. It was tougher than usual to speak to Stephanie or Hunter now that they were no longer travelling with the show. However, when they were with us, they were always busy in between segments and never really available. The company was on their last nerve with CM Punk and they hoped Vince's appearance on Stone Cold's podcast would kill the negative press off. I wasn't too sure it would work, but I stood quietly and carried on.

"Can I speak to you for a moment?"

I hear as I look up and see Cena standing in front of me.

"Is it important?"

I ask, steadily.

"I would say so."

Cena said an unsettled tone.

"I suppose."

I replied as I walked toward an empty area in the arena as Cena ensued.

"Yes, John? What can I help you with?"

I asked folding my arms in front of me.

"Emily, I completely understand that you're business oriented. But I didn't appreciate your comment earlier in front of the whole locker room."

Cena said in a serious tone.

"Cena, my apologies if you feel I was rude. But you have to understand your comment was not appropriate, even if you were trying to just be funny."

I replied.

Cena nodded, as he looked me up and down.

"You look good, by the way."

He says in a deep tone.

I scoffed as I rolled my eyes.

"Okay. Good talking to you, John."

I said as I began to walk away. Cena softly placed his hand on my arm and stopped me. As I looked back to up in surprise, he grinned.

"My door is always open to you, Emily."

I pulled my arm back and shook my head at Cena's relentlessness. I walked away and kept on toward the catering area. I couldn't believe he was that brash to just pull me around out in the open.

"Hey you."

A soft voice says with flirtatiously. Cena's gaze on watching Emily walk away is broken as he turns around to see Renee behind him.

"Hey."

He says in a monotone voice.

"So did you tell her off from her little jab at you earlier?"

Renee asks with a smile.

"No."

Cena replies shortly.

"John, seriously, what's the matter? You've been acting strange the past couple of weeks. Ignoring my texts and acting like I don't exist."

Renee asks unsteadily. Cena sighs loudly and turns to Renee.

"Renee, I'm with Nikki. I don't know why you keep thinking you and I are in a relationship. We screwed around, yes. But I told you several times it wasn't anything long term."

John says in a sharp tone as he brings his focus back to Emily. He watches her make herself a small cup of coffee. Renee squares her eyes in dismay at John. As she notices him not even looking toward her, she begins to notice where his focus is. She sees Emily standing there, stirring her coffee in a small paper cup. Renee's disappointment in Cena turns into jealousy of Emily.

I couldn't help but annoyed. As I sipped my coffee I kept thinking of how frustrating this place could be. It felt like I was only scratching the surface at only three weeks. I feared how complicated this place could become after years of being in my position. I made my way toward the production area to watch the show on the monitors they always have posted up just outside. A few of the guys were there hanging out and talking while some of the divas were walking around with cameras following. Nikki and Brie seemed to be filming for their reality show across the way. I stood keeping my eyes on the screen watching the show. Just then, I heard a familiar voice shouting and I grinned as I recognized Jon's booming voice. I turned to see him doing an interview with Renee. He was moving his shoulders in an exaggerated way that was signature Dean Ambrose. He then spotted me and started pointing at me. The camera stayed on capturing his loud voice and chaotic movements. Renee looked over to me with a pained face, at first. She quickly changed up her expression and smiled. I stared at them both with a confused look on my face. I shook my head and looked back to the screen. I figured I should try to catch Jon's segment to see what he was saying. The segments were always filmed in advance in case there's a need for an extra take or editing. Jon's interview should be on within the next few moments since he usually could get it all in one take. The screen was showing filler ads for future WWE promos and shows, so I knew we were on a commercial break. Just then I noticed Jon making his way toward back stage to make his entrance. "His match should be next." I thought to myself. Just then a shot of the arena came onto the screen and an overwhelming roar rang through the building as they cheered.

"Hello everyone! There's a shot there of the BOK Center, where we are live tonight. Changing gears, we have Renee Young backstage with one of our superstars. Renee?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time. Dean Ambrose."

Jon wearing his "Unstable" tee walks up slowly into the camera's focus.

"Dean, what can we expect from you tonight?"

Renee asks as she slides the microphone toward Jon.

"Let me tell you what not to expect. Don't expect me to go out there and be a nice guy. I'm not a nice guy! I'm gonna make it very clear tonight what I want. I want Bray Wyatt's skull to crack in my hands after what he stole from me! He stole my chance to end my brother turned enemy, Seth Rollins…"

Jon starts to roll his shoulders and square his eyes onto Renee.

"Now, Bray's a new enemy of mine. Bray is going to regret ever getting in my way! See he must have forgotten! I don't play well with others in the sandbox. Never did and never will. I shoot straight from the hip and when I want your head to roll! It will roll! Nothing can stop me! Not even, not even pretty girls! Like that one standing over there! If she begged me to stop, I wouldn't! Cause I'm just not a nice guy! And Bray, you're going to beg me to stop when my fists drill a hole into your head. I'm just not going to stop."

Jon quickly beelines it out the camera's view and leaves Renee with an astounded look.

I smiled as I realized why Jon was pointing at me. Apparently, he won't stop even if I beg him to.

I made my way to rental car after a long conference call with Hunter and Stephanie during Vince's appearance on Stone Cold's podcast. I thought it was great that he addressed Punk but felt it could have been handled a lot better. However, I stayed quiet as Hunter and Stephanie praised each other for the idea. Most of the talent had already jumped on their tour buses or made it back to their hotel rooms by the time I was leaving. As I approached my car, I noticed someone leaning on the bumper with their hood of their jacket up. The sound of my heels gave me away as the person turned around. It was Jon.

"Hey."

I said in surprise.

"Emily you think you can give me a ride to a hotel?"

He asked candidly.

"Um, sure. Which hotel?"

I asked as I made my way to the driver side and he approached the passenger.

"Any hotel. I don't have a room to stay in."

Jon said as he opened the back seat door and put his bag down.

"Uh, okay."

I said as I entered the car and started the engine.

"Why don't you have a room?"

I asked as he entered the passenger side and closed the door next to him.

"I was supposed to bunk with Colby but he and I got into it. He took off during my match and left me stranded. I was too pissed to think to call for a ride or even walk. I just calmed down and noticed your car still parked."

He said.

"How did you know this was my car?"

I asked.

"You're the only one still here aside from the roadies."

It still seemed suspicious but I figured I would be nice for once and help Jon out. It didn't help that he smelled great and looked even greater, but I could bear it for a short time as I drove him.

"I can drive you to my hotel if that's okay. I'm at the Marriott."

I said as I started driving off.

"That's fine."

He replied as he leaned the seat back and relaxed.

"How long were you waiting?"

I asked as I continued driving.

"About an hour. Everyone left when Steve's podcast started."

He said as he looked over to me.

"Did you watch my segment?"

Jon asked politely. I did my best to hold back a smile but a small smirk peeked through.

"Yes. Was that why you pointed at me?"

I asked curiously.

"When?"

He asked quickly.

"When you said what you said."

I replied modestly.

"What did I say?"

Jon replied.

"You know."

I responded.

"I wanna hear you say it."

Jon said confidently.

"When you said a pretty girl couldn't stop you. You pointed to me."

I said without delay.

"Yes, Em. I was pointing at you. Now I'm riding in the pretty girl's car."

He confirmed with a smile as he leaned his head back. I couldn't help but feel flattered by him. It certainly made my day. Even though I knew he was most likely lying about his fight with Rollins in order to con me into giving him a ride to the hotel.