Chapter 7:
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The three men in the ring just stared at Allie. They couldn't believe the woman they had spent two days with, was standing before them, almost a completely different person in their eyes. What they had just seen her do in the ring couldn't be described in any other way than mind blowing. Jon was still visibly pissed off and Colby and Joe's expressions showed their confusion.
"What the hell is going on, Allie?" Joe was the first to speak up. "Who the hell are you?" Allie could hear the almost confused frustration in his voice.
Allie took a deep breath, before speaking, "My name is Alicia Miles. Along with having dabbled with wrestling in the past, I also work for the WWE as a scout and an independent writer for creative. I don't work with the team." She took another deep breath before dropping her next bomb, "And, in a way, I'm the reason you're all here."
"What does that mean?" Colby, snapped almost sounding offended.
"A little over a year ago, I came to the board of directors with this idea of a new faction. A faction that would lay the foundation for the future of the WWE. It would be made up of the leaders of a new age of wrestling. The group would display dominance and ruthless aggression never seen before. That idea was The Shield." The men just stared at her, not speaking as they waited for her to continue. "The board liked the idea, but had no idea what new up and comers could carry this out. I did. I told them about the three men that had shown great promise and were tearing the house down at FCW. Two of those men I had signed from the independent scene and the other was the son of a legend, that I had signed after receiving a call from his father asking for a tryout."
"You... You were the one my dad called?" Joe looked at her with shocked disbelief, that matched the look of the other two.
"You signed us?" Colby spoke up.
Allie gave them a small hesitant smile. "Yes. I've followed your careers for a long time and I knew who you were before you were Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, and Dean Ambrose. I knew you were the future of this business, but at the time I didn't know how I would utilize your talents to the best of your ability. Then one day it hit me and The Shield was born."
"It's been you all this time?" Jon finally spoke up, "you were the one we've been working with?"
"I've made the calls from the beginning and when creative tried to intervene with stupid ideas, I was the one who asked for sole responsibility. Thus the reason you don't carry stupid SWAT shields and wear turtle necks," Allie answered, unsure of how they were actually taking this, but had a feeling that it wasn't in a positive way.
"Why didn't you tell us who you were? Why has this all been a secret?" Joe snapped, clearly not happy with the deceit.
"I didn't tell you who I was, because until now it wasn't necessary for you to know," Allie tried to hold back from snapping in return. Attitudes weren't going to fix this or make their future work. "As for why this has all been a secret, that's for personal, maybe somewhat selfish, reasons, but personal reasons nonetheless. I'm not ready to share those reasons and at the moment, it's not important."
"Why, until now? What's happening now?" Colby asked in a huff, crossing his arms. Allie could see that the frustration wasn't wavering and what she was going to share with them wouldn't help.
"The board told me at meeting on Tuesday that if I didn't comply with their wishes that The Shield would be taken out of my hands and given to creative to manage," Allie said her tone laced with anger towards the board.
"That's extortion!" Colby exclaimed, in disbelief and disgust. The other two seemed to share the same opinion.
"That's the board of directors," Allie said matter-of-factly. "It's what they feel is best for business. I'm sorry that you're feeling deceived and manipulated, but now the same has been done to me. This wasn't suppose to happen."
"What do they want?" Jon said, as he leaned against the closest turnbuckle. "What do you have to do?"
Allie sighed, running a hand over her face, "They want me to 'lead' The Shield. On screen."
"WHAT?!" All three men exclaimed, clearly pissed that their storyline was being messed with. "We don't have a leader. That's not how this is suppose to work!" Jon yelled at her.
Allie's restraint snapped and she barked back at Jon, "You don't think I know that?! I came up with the outline for this! I know what The Shield is and how it operates! I designed it!" Allie took a deep breath trying to collect herself. Anger and fighting wouldn't help their situation. "I hate this just as much as you do. I don't want to be in your spotlight, but if it means protecting you and your careers, I'm willing to do it. Now we can suck this up, be adults and work together as a team. Or we can not and I'll leave you in the very questionable hands of creative. You know creative? The group of people who are anything but creative and would have no problem making you the next David Otunga, Zack Ryder, and Justin Gabriel, instead of the next John Cena, Randy Orton, and CM Punk. Your choice, fellas."
No one spoke for several minutes, the guys just looked at each other unsure of what to do. Allie sighed, before moving towards the ropes, "You three need to discuss this amongst yourselves. When you've made your decision, come find me. I really am sorry." With that she left the three men in the ring and made her way backstage, feeling three sets of eyes follow her the whole way.
Once backstage, she leaned against a wall and let out a huge sigh of relief that the secret was out, well at least part of it anyway. She just hoped that the guys made the right decision. She hated to think of what could happen to them if they decided against her help. None of them liked it, but it was what was best for them.
As she moved to walk further backstage, a deep voice stopped her, "That didn't go well, Rookie." She turned toward the voice she new all to well and smirked at the man standing there.
"We're you eavesdropping, Mark?" Allie said, as he approached her.
"I caught the tail end of it," Mark said wrapping an arm around her shoulders and began walking her down a corridor. "You know these arenas. They echo like crazy and you guys weren't exactly quiet. That Ambrose kid has quite the temper. I don't know about him."
Allie smiled, "His last name is Good. Ambrose is his ring name, Mark."
"I know, but calling him that Good kid just kinda contradicts my point," Mark said winking at her when she turned her head up to look at him.
"You know, you use to say the same thing about me," Allie chuckled, nudging him in the ribs.
"Use to?" Mark looked at her with a mock confused look, "I still say that about you, Rookie." Allie scoffed at him, making him chuckle and hug her to his side. "So, while you had your little meeting, the veteran superstars and staff got called into a meeting with Stephanie, H, and Vince."
"Oh yea? About what?" She looked at him innocently, making Mark give her a raised eyebrow.
"I think you know," Mark said, as they walked into a locker room that she assumed was his. "We were told that no one was allowed to talk about you or your past to people who weren't there. The newer superstars, divas, and staff don't know who you are and they want to keep it that way for now. What's going on, kid?"
Allie sighed, before spilling everything to Mark. She told him about The Shield, her meeting with the board, the couple days at Sami's, and what he had missed during her meeting with The Shield. After she finished, Mark just looked at her for a few minutes trying to process everything she had just told him.
"So basically, you're being blackmailed by the board? You spent two days with The Shield pretending to be some average Jane? And now they know who you are, but still don't know entirely who you are? Did I get all that right?" Mark gave her a bothered look, when she nodded. "Geez, Rookie. How the hell do you get yourself into these things?"
Allie collapsed down onto the black leather couch in the locker room, sprawling on her back across it, "Oh come on, Mark. You know I'm a fuckin magnet for drama like this."
"Ever the potty mouth. I'm so proud." Mark chuckled, as he sat down on a chair opposite her, when she flipped him off without looking at him. Then a thought came to mind, "Speaking of drama, Orton and Cena looked like they were about to shit their pants in the meeting when they found out you were here."
Allie rolled her head over to look at him with a disgusted look at the mention of Randy Orton and John Cena. "Those two fuck-nuggets can just keep their distance. If they even try and come near me they'll get the ass kicking of a lifetime."
"Thought you'd be over that by now," Mark said grinning. "It's been what?... 6?... 7 years?"
"I am over it," she glared at him, only making him laugh. "I just have no intention of playing nice with those two jackasses. So it's in their best interest to just fuck right the hell off."
Mark laughed loudly at that, before changing the conversation to something a little more friendly. "So what do you plan on doing with all this? Eventually their gonna find out about your past, Rook. What's your game plan?
"I honestly don't know. I've been trying to work through all this in my head," she said, running both hands over her face roughly. "I just don't know how to even go about explaining this to them."
"Your past is complicated and extensive. It's sure as hell is nothing I would want to explain, but it's your past," Mark said, leaning forward and resting his arms on his thighs. "You can't run from it forever and you can't let anyone judge you for it. It may be complicated and extensive, but it wasn't all bad."
Allie shook her head, looking up at the ceiling, "No. It wasn't. The only real bad part of it was that I couldn't stand up and deal with everything that happened. So, I ran."
"But you're back now," Mark pushed, "so make it right." Allie looked over at him, just gazing at him for a moment, then gave him a small smile. He was a man of few words most of the time, but those few words could always shake some sense into her. He had always been there, standing in the background letting her shine and prove herself on her own, but still standing close enough that should she need him, he'd be there in a heartbeat.
They talked for a while, before Allie decided to head back to her locker room/office for the night. Before stepping out of the locker room, Mark called to her, "Hey, Kid?" She turned to look at him, "For what it's worth, I'm glad you're back. It's good to see you."
Allie smiled brightly, before walking over and leaning down to give Mark a big hug, "It's good to see you too, Sensei." After kissing him on the cheek, she stood back up and left the locker room, both of them smiling.
Making her way back towards her locker room, her smile broadened at who was approaching her. Big arms spread in a welcoming motion towards her, making her skip towards them before being enveloped in a huge hug and lifted off the floor.
"So you go see the old man before me?" The deep voice chuckled at her, "What's up with that?"
Allie laughed, as she was set back on the ground. "Hey, you know how it is. He's my Sensei. You're just my favorite demon."
Glenn Jacobs, better known as Kane, laughed, before saying, "I thought I was the devil's favorite demon?"
Allie just gave him a confused look, "Isn't that what I said? You're my favorite demon?" Glenn laughed again, just nodding his head.
"Touché. But what do you mean 'just' your favorite demon? That hurts a little," he said with a mock hurt look on his face, making her smile.
"Awww. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," she said, pinching a cheek, "I missed this face."
"Uh huh, sure you did," Glenn laughed, rolling his eyes. "Sticking around for the show?"
"Yea, I'm officially at the disposal of the WWE. Yay!" She said with a sarcastic tone.
"Hey, it won't be that bad," he nudged her, "I gotta go find Danielson. Catch up with you later? Maybe we can drag the old man out for a beer."
"Absolutely! Can't wait," she beamed at him. "I'll talk to you later." The two parted ways after another hug and Allie continued on to her locker room.
She made it inside and began digging through her bag for her laptop. She pulled it out and placed it on the table in front of the couch and sat down. Powering up it up, set to work. For several hours, she responded to emails, made phone calls, communicated her current plans for The Shield with the board, and analyzed possible future workings. She had just glanced down at her watch to see that the show was getting close to starting, when there was a knock on the door. Sighing she stood back up and walked over to the door pulling it open. The faces that greeted her made her face darken in anger.
"What the fuck do you want?" She hissed at the figures. She was somewhat roughly pushed aside as they made their way into the room uninvited. "Get the hell out!" She shouted at them, but they just turned and stared at her. The shorter of the two, smirked before plopping down onto the couch, lounging back. "Are getting deaf in your old age? I said get out, Cena! And take him with you." She pointed over towards, the man standing against the wall, who looked indifferent to the situation.
"What do you think, Randy?" John said looking over toward Orton. "Think we should leave?"
"I didn't wanna come see this crazy bitch to begin with," Randy said looking at Allie, with a condescending smirk on his face, "but my boy just couldn't resist coming to see you."
Allie fumed at both of them, "what the fuck do you want?"
John put his hands up in a defensive manner, "Hey now. There's really no need for all this hostility, babe."
"Call me babe one more time. See if you walk out of here without a limp," Allie hissed at him. She was really starting to get annoyed. She had half a mind to call Mark, just for back up for when she decided to physically remove them.
"Feisty. Careful, John likes feisty. Remember?" Orton chimed in, with a wicked look on his face.
"I swear if you two don't get to the point of this, I'm gonna toss you both out of here while I beat on one of you using the other," both men just laughed, not taking her threat seriously.
"Ok, ok. Here's the deal," John said leaning back against the couch. "We came to make amends. We want to try and be friends."
Allie just looked at them with disgust on her face. She knew they were playing her, it's what they did. She just didn't get the angle yet. "Friends?" She laughed sarcastically at them, "You dumbasses really think I'd give you any kind of opportunity to be my friends after what you put me through?"
"What can I say?" John said, standing and moving towards her, she saw Randy move off the wall out of the corner of her eye. "We've grown up over the last few years."
"Oh yea?" She smiled sarcastically at him, then tapped her chin with her finger, looking at them both thoughtfully. "That must be why you both had failed marriages, Randy had his second wellness violation and became the company slut again, and you're dating the immature, self centered Bella?" She saw both men's faces light up with anger.
"You think you're funny, you little bitch?" Randy growled, making a motion towards her. "How bout I show you what I think is funny?"
Just as Randy went to grab her, a familiar gruff voice sounded from behind her, "Is there a problem here, boys?"
All three of them turned towards the voice, and standing right inside the doorway, was The Shield.
A/N: I'll leave you here ;) Two chapters in two days! Yay! Glad you guys enjoyed the last chapter! Thank you for the reviews! Keep them coming please!