Chapter 11 – Did You Know

-November 2012 – Night of Survivor Series-

"Are you guys kidding me?" Genevieve asked with a sour look on her face.

Groans filled the room. Genevieve had been part of the creative writing team for the last 6 months and consequentially one of only two women on the team. She'd been given a side project by Hunter to write an aggressive script for three guys they would be bringing to the main roster in a few months. Tonight was their debut and she had still yet to meet them. She had no clue who they were, but Hunter assured her however she wrote them was how they would be perceived. He told her to come up with a good name for the trio and a solid marketing catch phrase.

"What's wrong with that idea Gen?" Doug Brewster asked sitting across the conference room table.

"Are you seriously asking me what's wrong with that idea?" Gen asked rhetorically with a scoff at the end. She rubbed her temples as she felt the headache getting ready to thrash her skull.

Her 'group' had a couple of scripts for tonight's PPV TLC and also the following Monday Night Raw and the taping of Friday Night Smackdown for the following Tuesday. Smackdown was always taped on Tuesday and aired Fridays. That was just how it had been done for years. There were even a couple of scripts already written for next few shows. They were covered at least for a month.

Gen sighed heavily. "Guys, where are you coming up with these ideas to try and write women into a men's stable? It is insulting to my stable to try and put Summer Rae with them. She has no niche yet. She barely has talent. She needs to stay down in NXT and have Bill Demott continue to work with her more. And that's speaking from experience I've been in the ring with her before. She should have to show a significant improvement and believe me she hasn't." Gen pulled her fingers through her auburn curls as she looked down her nose and above the rim of her black frame glasses. "If you want to talk about putting a woman in the stable it better be one tough bitch not some blonde eye candy. These guys are coming in to DOMINATE the ring and wrestlers for a while they would need an equally as dominant counter partner."

"What about Alexis Brooks? She's tougher that Beth Phoenix was in her prime." Mike Thomas suggested.

Gen smiled mischievously. "That's not a bad idea, but there's no way Phil Brooks would allow his wife to be in the same ring with three rough necks without fearing for her safety. If scripts were jumped the first person they would go after would be Alexis because she's the female and would be their weak and vulnerable link and then Phil would be PISSED if she got hurt. Then you've got the WWE Champion raising hell because his wife wasn't well protected: PASS."

More groans filled the room again.

"Tell me again why you're trying to put a stinking girl in my all male stable?" Genevieve asked as she stood and stretched her body out. "Don't get me wrong fellas it's always nice to have some flirty girl at ring side cheering on a group of men, but if you go back and read the scripts on my Shield boys; they could give a shit less about some skirt bouncing up a down ring side being nothing more than a distraction. Hunter gave me free range with this group and I'm not going to disappoint him by putting T & A in the mix. He wanted a rough group and that's exactly what I gave him."

Doug rolled his eyes as he sipped his coffee. "So touching your precious group of ruffians is out of the question right?"

"Indubitably…" She sipped her water. "And don't roll your eyes at me. I saw that. I might be the rookie writer on this team, but I pay attention and I know what the bosses want and what they don't want." She chuckled as he stuck his tongue out at her like a petulant child. 6 months and she had really enjoyed working with everyone on the scripts. She packed up her laptop in her messenger bag and slipped it over her head as she grabbed her Blackberry. "If you'll all excuse me I'm not about to miss the last match. I want to watch my boys dominate."

She knew she still had an hour, but being locked in that conference room for the last 2 hours was enough for her, plus she really had to find a rest room.


Roman sat in the locker room as he laced up his combat boots with Dean and Seth. He shook his head. "I'll be glad when they get those vests in this turtle neck shit is for the turtles."

Dean chuckled. "I feel so confined." He tugged on the tight cotton material wrapped around his neck.

"Stop fidgeting." Holly scolded as she slapped Dean's hands away from his neck before rubbing her fingers through his mussed up dishwater curls.

Seth looked at himself in the mirror with a sour puss look. "I've never worn so many clothes to a wrestling event in my entire life; let alone to the damn ring." He stated as he slipped his black belt around his waist. "Whose idea was this outfit?" He grumbled.

Holly shrugged. "Apparently Stephanie hired some new writer and she said she wanted you guys in riot gear but unfortunately the vests were on back order so they are going to be late, but you should have them in a week or so. Hunter is the one who gave her; her writing orders for a trio of guys coming from NXT and give them total domination and power in the ring. They said she's a hard-ass when it comes to you three."

Roman's dark eye brows rose. "But she's never met us? How does she know who we are?"

Holly shook her head. "Apparently she doesn't know who you guys are. He wasn't character specific he just told her three guys from NXT were on the rise and he wanted them in a dominating role. You'll be the Shield for a while. She's got promos written for you guys and at least a couple of scripts. Hunter has been planning this for a while and whoever this new writer is she's in his ear. She has full control over your matches, promos, even your beat downs."

"God Bless the new writer."


Stephanie's blue eyes looked at her husband as he fixed his tie in the mirror on the back of the door in their office. "I don't know about this Hunter; do you really think this is a good idea?"

Hunter lifted his chin and continued to fix his tie as his hazel eyes met the blue eyes of his wife. "I know you trust me as your husband but could you trust me as your co-worker too beautiful?" He asked her in a smarmy tone which earned him a swat on his dress pants covered backside as Stephanie slapped his hands out of the way.

"Gosh you're just making it worse babe." She stated as she noticed the knot of the tie was getting bigger instead of smaller.

"So I'm tie tying impaired; sue me. I never said you were going to marry a tie genius." Hunter chuckled as he gripped his wife's hips and allowed her to work magic on his clothing disaster.

"Okay Mr. Cerebral Assassin; you've got to be smarter than what you're working with." Stephanie teased as she winked up at him. ""Seriously, is this a good idea?"

Hunter chuckled still. "Yes my beauty queen. Something happened down there when Gen was at NXT, I don't know what it is because everyone seems to either not have knowledge of it or they all know how to keep a really good secret; tight lipped bastards." He grumbled.

Hunter watched as she finished fixing his tie before he leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Every time I talked with William and Dusty, they were telling me about Roman's attitude towards Gen; it was disrespectful and rude for 90 % of the time they were there together, then out of nowhere they were spending time together with Dean, Seth, Sophia and Holly; Dean's assistant. Then the night Gen's appendix burst something changed. I'm not sure what but…something."

Stephanie gnawed on her bottom lip. She never broke Gen's trust; she never told Hunter that Gen had a miscarriage. If everything he said was true; Stephanie would have to bet the baby was Roman's. Stephanie let out a squeak as she took off out of the office and jogged to catch up with her husband who hadn't even noticed she wasn't next to him.

Tonight was either going to be very good or very VERY bad!


Sophia looked at the clip board and almost choked on her gum. "Son of a bitch…" Bold print in the middle of the John Cena, Ryback, CM Punk match – Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose emerge from the crowd and beat the holy terror out of Ryback before spiking his big over muscled ass through the announcers table.

Sophie pinched the bridge of her nose. Ever since she'd made the transition from NXT to WWE's main roster and had a neck injury which took her out of wrestling ever again she'd gotten trained by Stephanie and was now Stephanie's production assistant. She was in charge of making sure EVERYONE met their music cue in the gorilla pit. She made sure nothing got fucked up as far as the pyro and entrance music, everything had to flow from one segment to the next which included pre-taped promos and back stage interviews that were shown on the Titan Tron.

She had Seth had kept in contact, but they were barely speaking since Gen's miscarriage. She knew it was because Seth and Genevieve had been so close it damn near killed him when she cut off all contact with everyone. Sophia and Gen were just now getting back on good terms. She knew as soon as they saw each other; it was going to either be hugs all around or anger and tears. She was betting on the later of the two.

For the longest time Sophia had a huge issue with Seth and Genevieve's closeness. They looked like they were boyfriend and girlfriend with the way they always seemed to be talking amongst themselves or the way they touched or how when they hugged it almost looked as if they were saving each other's life with that one simple gesture. Sophia didn't understand how two people could appear to be THAT close and just only be best friends or in their case Seth was like her older brother and Gen his little sister. Technically they were only 4 months apart in age.

The first time Seth told Sophia he was in love with her she nearly fainted. He chuckled and asked her what was wrong when she fell against his chest and looked up at him and stared at his chocolaty depths. She told him her insecurities about his and Gen's friendship and he chuckled and then he out right laughed at her and explained he could never feel that way about someone he considered a little sister.

Sophia had to find Gen and had to find her now and give her some kind of heads up; she jogged through the hallway of the arena looking for her auburn haired friend.


Genevieve couldn't have been more excited as she stood with Stephanie and Hunter as they watched one of the monitors in the back. The match was underway as John Cena, CM Punk –also known as Phil Books- and Ryback –also known as Ryan Reeves- all went after each other; Gen's eyes danced around the monitor as she watched the three men in the ring. She couldn't wait to see which three guys from NXT she would be writing for.

Gen felt someone tug on her sweat as she looked to her right and saw Sophia standing there. "Isn't this exciting Soph?"

Sophia shook her head negatively. "No not really…" She whispered so Stephanie and Hunter couldn't hear her. "Gen we need to talk." She got no response. "Genevieve, we REALLY need to talk." Trying to put emphasis on 'really'; trying to urge her friend to pay attention.

"I can't miss them coming out Soph, I wrote for them. They are my pet project." Gen beamed.

"Yea for now…" Sophia mumbled as she stood next to Gen and watched as Roman, Seth and Dean jumped the barricade and started attacking Ryan Reeves before they triple power-bombed then through the announcers table.

Genevieve looked at Sophie whose eyes were down cast to the floor as she suddenly found her high heels more interesting than anything else. Gen's eyes turned toward Stephanie who looked like a deer caught in the headlights as she pointed to Hunter. Gen could feel tears filling her jade eyes as Stephanie took a step towards her and touched her forearm.

Stephanie was slight surprised when Gen pulled her arm back as if she'd burned her. "I didn't tell him Gen. I swear I would never betray your confidence."

"Then how did he know?" Gen asked as the silent tears slipped down her cheeks like waterfalls.

Hunter looked at Gen skeptically. "I heard from William and Dusty. They would tell me about the way Roman was treating you and before tonight I wouldn't have thought anything of it, but I can tell by your posture something happened. What was it? Is it something we can fix so you can continue to write for them? I really want you to keep writing for them Gen. I gave this project to a couple of others but they didn't have the same dominating vision you did. What can I do to help the situation?" Hunter couldn't handle any woman crying but Genevieve looked so lost, defeated and broken as she stood in front of him.

Gen shook her head. "It can't be fixed Hunter. It took me twelve months to get over it; honestly I'm still not completely over it. But I'm nothing else if not professional; I can continue writing for them if that is what you wish." Gen swallowed hard. "I'm going to head back to the hotel. Have a nice night." Gen turned and walked away towards the parking garage; a nice warm bath and a good cry was in order.


Gen was walking back stage after the last match for the Survivor Series PPV; when she bumped into someone. "I'm sor…" The words died on her lips as she looked up and it had been Roman. She blinked and was able to hold back the tears but not the gasp. She swallowed hard and walked around him. He looked so good and she couldn't help but feel sick to her stomach and vulnerable all at the same time.

"Did you know?" Roman rumbled, stopping her from walking away from him and watched as her entire body froze from head to toe. Roman moved to stand right behind her, his hot breath caking on her neck. This wasn't the time to ask and he knew it; but he needed to know. She ran away and this was the first time he'd seen her in a little over a year and when he'd tried to talk to her 6 months ago on the phone she'd hung up on him. But he could understand that. "Did you purposely kill the baby to get back at me for the way I treated you, Genevieve?"

Genevieve instantly felt like she was going to throw up as she turned around and her hand went over her mouth, hot tears sliding down her cheeks. "How could you even – that's why you never came and seen me, because you thought I knew I was pregnant and was trying to miscarry the baby?"

Roman just stood there looked down at her and she put her hands on his chest and shoved him back. "ANSWER ME!"

Roman huffed out a breath as he let her outburst slide, but also didn't answer her question.

She shook her head; his silence spoke volumes. "You know what; never mind don't answer me, I don't need you to confirm it; you wouldn't have asked if that's what you really thought." She felt like she couldn't breathe as she tried to compose herself. "No I didn't know I was pregnant Roman."

Now she couldn't stop the tears even if she wanted too. "Weeks and months of insomnia and nightmare filled nights about killing a baby I didn't even know I was carrying. That's how I've spent my time since I left."

"How have you been spending yours?"