So thanks to a gif my friend tweeted me last night...I was inspired Hopefully it doesn't suck too bad. I used to be able to write at work but the last few months have been so busy. I'm sorry. I hope you guys enjoy this and caught the errors with my quick read through. Have a great day (week, month, year depending on my sucky updating skills) . Enjoy!
I felt like I was going nonstop since I got back to my apartment. I was nervous about proving to the world I could handle my own in the ring. I did extra cardio to help my endurance, mediation to help my focus, and Youtube to study the twins in the ring work. I had packed my bags when I had gotten home just so it was one less thing to distract me. I'm sure when I turned my phone on once I got to the plane back to the road, the messages of my bored friends would fill it. I was about to watch another video when there was a knock at my door. I was going to ignore it but they kept knocking so I gave in. I opened the door to see a frazzled, tired looking Dean.
"Shouldn't you be at the…" I went to ask him when he cut me off pressing his mouth to mine. I heard the door slam shut as he backed me into my apartment. His hands were tangled in my short hair, while we went to the ground. He moved from my mouth and I felt his lips sucking and nipping at the side of my neck. "Dean, what are you doing here?"
"Hopefully you in a few minutes," he mumbled, letting his hands rest on my hips slipping under my shirt. Our bodies were lined up and he rocked against me.
"Dean, as great as this is, it's a bad idea." He stopped and looked me straight in the eyes. He slowly leaned down so our noses were almost touching.
"And you want it and love it."
I awoke with a sudden jump. I was sweaty and my heart was racing. I looked around to find myself laying on my living room floor, some instrumental music playing in the background. I had fallen asleep during meditating. It was supposed to relax me and help me get ready, and now seeing my subconscious cared more about getting laid then proving myself. Ugh. How was I going to look Dean in the face after that? I guess I had pushed myself harder than I thought.
"Oh I bet you'd like it hard," I heard Dean's voice in my head say. Fuck. I was definitely out of it now. I decided this was a sign I should reconnect to the real world. I turned on my phones and the text came in. As expected the boys were bored and texted me. They complained about each other . There was a video of Nat hanging with them too. She said they had shot a quick video to work on the promo. Mostly just them watching her and her feeling watched. They were going to have another one planned. They wanted to pretend to get into her head. Her match was scheduled for the following Sunday at the PPV. And luckily because of our build, they wouldn't have to worry about getting cut from the show. This was going to get exciting.
Travel wasn't bad and I got to the hotel later Sunday night. I had a suite with the guys but it sounded like they were all asleep so I decided on the couch. Probably was a bad idea because I woke up with all three of them staring down at me. My heart almost jumped out of my chest, and they all lost it in laughter.
"Welcome back," Roman said.
"You guys know how terrifying that is. I so didn't miss you at all."
"Liar," Dean accused me. I ignored him rolling my eyes looking away.
"If the arena was opened I would've gone straight there. But sleeping in my car didn't seem much fun. But I'm going to go shower quickly and head over." I went to go and didn't get far. I found myself pulled back into Dean's chest.
"Relax. You've got this." And then he let me go. It was quick but I was so glad I was facing away.
After that everything was a blur. I found myself waiting behind the curtain waiting for the music. The guys had left me awhile ago to let me get ready. I saw the Bella's standing back, but were there. They had cocky looks on their faces which soon I would be knocking off. My music hit and out I slowly went. The crowd once again wasn't quite sure how to react. But they seemed to hate the Bellas more, so that went in my favorite. Plus, people just seemed to like the Shield.
I walked up the stairs into the ring. No sexy movements or cheesy diva moves. I leaned against the ropes and just watched and waited. I could hear the crowd talking wondering why I was alone. The Bellas music hit and I glared. I debated going after them right away, but the ref stopped me. It was probably a good thing, because as soon as they got in the ring, my music hit again. A spot light ended up pointed towards one of the luxury boxes where the guys along with a struggling Nat were. She fought against Roman who had her and Seth grabbed her face pointing her view toward the ring. I laughed waving up to them and blowing a kiss.
I turned back to see the panic on both Bella's faces. That interruption had broken their focus a bit. I went to my corner and waited. I was unsure if they were going to do it handicapped style to save energy which would be the smart thing or try and come at me at once. That chose that and both ran at me as soon as the bell rang. I quickly slid down and they ran both into the corner. They turned just in time for me to pull both to get a kick to the gut. I grabbed one launching her to the other side. Once again they both ran at me and with my stepping out of the way into each other. I threw one out of the ring and worked on whomever was left. Unlike Nat who were would listen to each other, this was an actual fight.
I worked the Bella's arm causing her to scream in pain. She dropped to her knees. She mumbled something about Cena so figured this was Nikki. I informed her low I wasn't afraid of him or his pull. If he cared about the business like he claimed he would know when to back up. She'd fuck him either way anyway. I had her face down on the mat and yelled at her to tap. I heard the crowd reaction so I knew the other one was back up. As she dove I rolled and she landed on her sister. I stood up and got a great idea. I hooked both their legs and turned. I had seen Nat do this before, but I was stealing her move to make a point. I turned and flipped them both into Nat and the most famous Canadian's finisher, the Sharpshooter. I turned them to make eye contact with Nat who had stopped fighting. Both twins were tapping and it took the ref pushing me off for me to let go. I turned and then kicked both girls out of the ring. I stood up the corner looking at the guys who were all really proud. Nat was too even if she was trying to stay in character and looked scared. The camera man was by the ring so I leaned down.
"Believe in the shield," I mouthed. Then I grabbed the top rope launching myself to the floor. At the top of the ramp, I gave a cocky bow for the fans and escaped backstage. I got some sly nods from the talent backstage and went to hid in the dressing room. Once the door was closed, I flopped on the couch staring at the ceiling. It didn't feel real. I pitched myself to see I had fallen asleep while mediating again. Nope I had really done that. I had finally shown everyone what I could do, and I have a feeling based on the looks on their faces, they were dying for more.