Aria's Shield Chapter 11: Commentating with Dean, a wrestling fanfic

Aria's Shield

"Well hello Roomie!" Brad greeted me as I attempted to give him the slip.

I turned around and grimaced at him, "Former Roomie." I corrected him.

"Actually..." He pulled an insincere awkward face, "We had so much fun sharing a place the other night, I thought I'd stay!"

I choked on this new piece of information, "You thought you'd stay?" I repeated. He nodded cheerfully, "So you picked up on the fact I long to spend more time with you."

"I know how much you love my shower concerts!" He beamed. I hoped that this was just him joking, but the way he looked made me think he was actually being serious.

"Yes, who knew you know all the words to Miley Cyrus' songs..."

"And One Direction...spoiler alert!"

"Oh dear god..." I had to get out of that room tonight. "Have you spoken to the others about this?"

Brad nodded, "Charlie was thrilled, obviously." what he actually meant was that Charlie was ridiculously nice, so pretended to be thrilled. Hopefully Becky, who was rarely nice, would be able to get him out of our place.

"And Becky?"

He shrugged, "Yeah, said it was fine. As long as I was the one to tell you." What?! Damn her.

"Brad..." I said slowly.

"Aria..."

"Um," I wondered if this would be weird to ask him but figured what the hell, "do you know who Becky is seeing?"

He stared at me, "What?"

"The other day... I mean... I don't know, I thought she might have told you since you two still seem to be friends and all, for reasons beyond me."

He grinned, "I have no idea but I bet he's ridiculously handsome. She has great taste, after all."

"No comment." I said, deciding it would be best to leave it there, "Anyway, whilst I have you here, do I have a match tonight?"

"No, but I do have something for you to do."

"Ok, what?"

He pointed over to where Ryback was back to intimidate members of staff, defending the accusation that he is a bully. "You need to tell Ryback he has a match tonight."

"What?! Why do I need to tell him that?"

"Because you're my assistant."

"Err, no I'm not."

"Do you want to be?"

"No."

"Go on, do your little job." Brad tried to shoo me in the direction of Ryback.

"Why don't you do it?"

"Because Ryback didn't want a match tonight."

"Ok, so I repeat, why don't you do it?"

"He might hit me..." Brad answered.

"...So why am I doing it?"

"You seem like the type who can take a good punch." He patted my arm. "Go on now, run along."

"I'm not doing it." I told him sternly.

"You leave me no choice." I eyed Brad suspiciously, what's the worst he could do? Put me in another match against the Bellas? "Hey Ryback! Aria wants to tell you something!" Ryback's gorilla form started making his way over to us.

"No way!" I hid behind Brad. Brad then moved me in front of him, I then ducked back behind Brad, Brad continued to thrust me towards Ryback, I continued to scamper behind Brad, this continued until Ryback was right in front of the both of us.

"You got something to say to the Big Guy?"

"Nice going, Brad." I hit his arm.

"Yeah, Aria does!" Brad patted my back with a smile. "Go on, don't be shy." He then turned towards Ryback, "You always make her a little shy and flustered..." EWWW!

The Bellas, who were walking by just at that moment, froze as they overheard what Brad had just lied about. They exchanged looks with grins on their faces, "I told you!" I heard Nikki whisper to Brie. "Pay up!"

They had bet on whether I was getting it on with Ryback?! Oh this is ridiculous!

"Fine, I'll do your job." I glared at Brad, forcing myself to ignore the Bellas. "Ryback-"

"Ryback." He repeated in a high pitch voice.

"You have a match-"

"You have a match-" He continued to repeat everything I say.

"Against-"

"Would you stop that?"

"I'm serious!"

"You think you're being funny, but it's really childish!"

"You're being really childish!" He echoed in an annoying voice.

"Do something!" I nudged Brad.

"Do something!"

"Stop being an ass!"

"Cut it out!"

"Cut it out!" He mimicked.

"Brad will hurt you-"

"Whoa, I'm on your side!" He stepped to stand next to Ryback.

"Facing-" I went to continue.

"Facing-"

Oh for god sake.

"Ryback cries his way through sex."

"Ryback cries-" He stopped repeating what I said. I looked at him in triumph.

"That's what I thought." I said smugly. "Now, you're facing Dolph Ziggler." I finally told him. "You're dismissed." Ryback didn't move. "I don't think you heard me correctly, I said you're dismissed." He stayed still. "Brad, tell Ryback he is dismissed!"

Ryback turned his head to stare at Brad who nervously stumbled back, "Don't worry about her, time of the month." Brad chuckled timidly. "They make women crazy." He made a circle around his ear and then pointed at me.

"You know, people keep calling The Big Guy, a bully." That bad breath hit me once more.

"I can't imagine why." I replied, trying to hold my breath. "I think you have a match to prepare for."

I received a growl to the face from Ryback, but it was better than a bruise. "Yeah, walk away!" Brad yelled when Ryback was completely out of sight. He whacked me on the shoulder, "I've got your back!"

"So I saw."

"Right-" Brad rubbed his hands together. "Who shall I get you to deliver bad news to next?"

"Goodbye Brad."

"How about Bray Wyatt?" He yelled after me, I ignored him, "So you'll think about it?!"

I saw to get to my locker-room I was going to have to walk past Triple H. Great. I decided to try and keep my head down and avoid making any contact. I didn't want to end up like Cody Rhodes who had actually lost his job for barely saying anything to him.

"Oh, hey Aria."

"Hunter." I nodded and tried to continue to walk on.

"You're someone with a lot to say, right?"

"Not really." I decided to follow Randy's advice and keep my mouth shut.

"Well that's too bad, because I have a job for you."

I took comfort in the fact that Triple H actually thought something was going on between Randy and I, so I didn't think I would be fighting for my job tonight, unless Randy decided he didn't want to protect me anymore.

"I want you to join commentary tonight."

I cocked my brow up, "Tonight?"

"That's not a problem is it?"

"No..."

"Great! They're waiting for you now." He patted my back, "I'll catch up with you later." I stayed confused as I watched him walk away.

Was there any reason for me going out there?

Was there something waiting for me?

I headed out, my music hit and no tricks seemed to be there. I had no idea what was the point of sending me out here to commentate. Did he want me to witness firsthand the destruction they were going to cause to Daniel Bryan tonight?

Did they want me to celebrate with them?

Was I going to be put to the test?

"And here joining us on commentary is WWE diva, Aria Hayden." I put my headset on and sat down.

"Cole, JBL." I greeted them with a smile.

"You've picked a great match to come out on-" I may have found my first obstacle. The match that I had now joined to watch was Ziggler vs. Ryback. "May I ask, what brings you down here?"

"I wish I knew that myself, Michael." I replied. "I'm just following orders."

"Well that didn't work out for Big Show last week." JBL said, making me feel more nervous than I already did.

"Well let me first up ask, what is your opinion of what's been going on around here?"

I wasn't about to run my mouth off which I think Triple H was expecting me to do. Luckily, I was saved by Ryback's music hitting.

Instead of getting into the ring, Ryback walked over the commentary table where I was. It was obvious he was trying to intimidate me. I don't know what it was, but I just wasn't scared of Ryback.

I felt uncomfortable and incredibly awkward under Ryback's glare, I shifted my eyes to JBL and Cole who looked just as awkward. I cleared my throat and pointed to ring at Ryback.

If I was standing in the ring and The Wyatt's came down, Brock Lesnar, The Shield, any other guy and I would have run a mile, but Ryback...he struck no fear into me.

"I would not like to be you right now, Aria." Michael commented.

"I don't know what his problem is, I've been nothing but nice to him!" I lied as Ryback got in the ring.

"You threatened to hit him." JBL pointed out.

"In self defence." I corrected.

"And sue him?" Michael asked.

"That wasn't me." It was Charlie.

I was concentrating on the match, trying to do some damn good commentating when I felt Michael shift next to me. My head turned in his direction, he was looking at something over my shoulder, his eyes full of fear, he was standing up and slowly backing away from whatever was directly behind me.

Please don't let it be Bray Wyatt.

Please don't let it be Bray.

"Where you going, Michael?"

I couldn't believe it.

I slowly moved my head in the direction of the voice. His hand was resting on the top of my leather chair, but his eyes were on Michael, as if trying not to look at me.

What the hell was he doing here?

How the hell did he even get here?

"Relax." Dean emphasised, mocking Michael. One of the crew members bought out a chair and placed it in between JBL and I. I didn't know how to speak to him, I couldn't exactly be nice to him as we both had this image to keep up. "Sit back down, get comfortable. You've got a job to do." Michael remained standing.

On the other hand, JBL was pleased to see him, "Welcome, Dean!" He said cheerily.

Dean ignored him and stretched over me and placed his hand on Michael's arm, "I can see your a little bit nervous, Michael, but trust me, you've never been safer." Something about his tone felt like he meant the opposite. Finally, he left Michael alone. "JBL, how you doing, man?." Dean pulled his chair out and sat down. "Aria-" I lifted my eyes to look at him, nor a smile or frown on my face. "Always a pleasure."

"You two have already met, a week ago I believe." JBL spoke. Dean's eyes remained on me as he smirked.

"Unfortunately." I said clearly into my headset, keeping up the appearances that Dean Ambrose and I were far from friends. Dean looked at me, his mouth tugged up into a smile, evidently amused by my answer.

"That's not right, Aria! The man saved you from Ryback!" JBL argued. "It's your opportunity to thank him, has she thanked you yet Dean?"

"I'm sure I can find ways for Aria to thank me." Dean laughed as I rolled my eyes. It was so hard not to smile at him. It was actually kind of fun hiding this from everyone.

"That is the question on everyone's mind, Dean. Why did The Shield step in and save Aria?"

"Can we not use the word save?" I interrupted. "I had everything perfectly under control, I did not need your help."

"Didn't look like that to me." I wasn't even watching the match anymore, I was too busy in my new acting role of fighting with Dean."To answer your question, I always hated to see a damsel in distress, especially such a pretty one."

I scoffed in fake disgust, "Looks like we have a romance brewing at this table, right Michael?" JBL laughed loudly to a very quiet Michael.

"You better mean the one between you and Cole." I argued.

I was reading way too much into the fact that Dean had come down to the commentary table whilst I was here. He has never done this before, so why was he here now?

"All in good time, Michael." Dean grinned over at the still silent Michael, "Right?" He laughed with JBL.

"Can I ask you whatever I want?" Michael finally spoke up and said to Dean.

"Fire away, Michael." Dean retorted, his eyes flickering over me.

I made eye contact with him, but made sure it wasn't for too long. I cleared my throat and turned to Michael who was speaking.

"Umm-" Michael pondered awkwardly, I guess he never thought he would have opportunities to ask questions.

"You're in a good mood." I pointed out as Michael struggled to think of something.

"That's because I'm sitting next to you, Aria." Without even looking at me, he traced his fingers up my thigh. I coughed to hide my surprise gasp.

"Do you need a drink of water?" JBL asked, as he passed me a glass.

"Yes." I coughed and downed it whilst glaring at Dean.

"We got the US champ with us, how great is this?" JBL commented.

"Right?" Dean smirked at JBL and then looked at me, "Right?" His hand stretched over to my inner thigh.

"Thanks JBL, it's not like I don't have feelings or anything." I commented back.

"Oh and also the lovely Aria."

"This is the weirdest broad casting team." I said, looking from Michael, to Dean, to JBL. Never did I think when I came to work this morning, this is what I would be doing. I bet Charlie and Becky were finding this hilarious.

"Before you walked out here we were speculating why you would ambush Dolph Ziggler on Monday night before his match." I was trying to ignore Dean's creeping fingers, but it got to the point where the paranoia of someone seeing got to me and I quickly pushed his hand away.

"Do you know why I like you Michael?" He shook his head, "Because you've always been a great employee, you have a great attitude-" Dean had now placed his arm round the back of my chair, I tried to look annoyed at this as I noticed the camera on me. "The real question is why does Dolph Ziggler have such a poor attitude? Why does Dolph Ziggler continually disrespect the business and the company that made him a star, Michael? He's been acting like a punk and I taught him a lesson."

"So did Triple H tell you to come out here and punish him?" I asked him, trying to keep in character and also trying to figure out if he came out here on his own accord.

Dean looked at me with a small smile on his face, "Aria, the Shield will always be there to serve justice and to establish order-" He leaned real close to me. To others, it may look like he was trying to intimidate me, but to me...it was hot... there' something wrong with me. "Without order, we have nothing and when a duck like Dolph Ziggler gets out of line, there will be consequences."

I was distracted from Dean when I heard a loud grunt from the ring.

I realised I had barely been watching this match. Ryback had been swung into the turn buckle. "The big guy right into the post."

"Are you guys, the Shield that is, working for Triple H?" Michael stole my next question.

"The Shield works for the Shield, the Shield works for the good of the business, the Shield always does what's best for business. "

"And how about coming down to 'save' me?" I asked him, wanting to see what his character would say to this. "How is that what's best for business?"

"The business couldn't lose their best diva, Aria."

"Did you hear that Aria, the US champion paid you a compliment!" JBL tried to get a response from me. "So you're a fan of Aria's?"

"Of course I am." Although he was complimenting me, he made it like he had an alternative motive, "I mean if the Shield recruited women-" He shrugged and looked at me.

"Is that something you'd be interested in Aria?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but JBL spoke over me, "Do you believe it the Shield, Aria?"

"Yeah, Aria, do you?" Dean asked curiously. Dolph fell out of the ring, causing all their attention to be taken off me. "What are you doing out here?" Dean called out, taunting Dolph who was hurting on the floor, "What are you doing out here, Dolph? Your jobs in the ring!"

Ryback slithered out the ring, before going over to his opponent, who turned his attention to me, I just stretched my arms as if to say 'What is your problem!?

I felt confident with Dean here. If anything happened, I knew he would help me against Ryback. Right? I mean... like he said, that's good for business.

I could see Dean was watching Ryback from the corner of his eye, but pretended to be only focused on Ziggler, "Get back in the ring and do your job! C'mon..." Ryback charged towards Ziggler, "He can't even stand up." Dean scoffed. He gave me a quick warning look to stop messing with Ryback, completely missing Ryback running straight into the steel steps. "That was lucky." Dean commented, standing up from his seat and behind Michael. "Don't look over here at me, do your job!" Uh oh, I could almost predict what was going to happen next so I tucked my chair in. "What? What?" Dean continued to provoke, "You think you're going to do something? You're not-" Dean was cut off as Dolph started charging towards him. He threw his head set down and ran passed the commentating table and led Dolph straight into getting a clothes line from Ryback.

Dean stood over Dolph, laughing, he even looked over at me and sent me a wink. He took a seat on the steel steps and continued to watch the match from there, with a big smile on his face.

Ryback finished the match off with his Shellshock. Dean walked round the outside of the ring with that smile still intact. It was weird seeing him smiling out here, normally it was all doom and gloom in the Shield's world. He continued to laugh at Dolph's misfortune.

"What a privilege it was to have the US champion out with us!" JBL continued to rant.

I was now actually glad that I was sent out here.

That whole thing, being out in public with Dean, it was exciting! I wanted to do the whole thing again! Dean hopped over the barrier and headed back through the crowd,

I made a mental note to ask him why he doesn't just use the ramp...it was so much easier.

I put my hands over the headphones as I could hear a member of staff talking to me through them. They were telling me I could come back.

"Ok..." I said back into the microphone.

I said my goodbyes to Michael and JBL, slapped a few fans hands as I made my way up the ramp. I didn't get what Triple H was playing at here.

Why send me out there to pull me back in a match later?

I headed backstage and was about to make my way to the locker room when I stopped. Becky and Brad were standing by a monitor, talking. They were leaned in quite close and it looked as if they were whispering.

"Becky?"

She glanced at me and then brightened, "Aria! Hey!" She raised an eyebrow, "That was... interesting, huh?"

"That's one word for it." I glanced at Brad, who was just grinning stupidly at me, as always, "What are you guys talking about?"

"This whole... roommate situation." Becky explained, "He told you, right? It's just for a couple more nights."

"It better be. I don't know if I can take another cold shower."

"Well, Aria," Brad beamed at me, "the way things werebetween you and Dean out there, I don't think you'll need to somehow!" He then slowly stretched out his hand, touched my shoulder with a finger and then brought his finger back, shaking it slowly and wincing, "Ouch! It was sizzling."He then blew on the finger for dramatic effect. Becky closed her eyes and shook her head.

"You're an idiot." I told him. "Has anyone ever told you that before?"

"Yes, you do. Frequently. It's okay though, I know it's just a defence mechanism for your insecurities."

"For my-!"

"Okay," Becky cut in, "let's go and find someone else for you to bother." She then looked at me, smirking, "Seriously Aria, I want all the details about what just happened later." She winked knowingly at me before grabbing Brad's arm and dragging me off. He gave me a cheery little wave as they went.

I rolled my eyes before heading towards the locker room. I was back to pondering what the hell had happened out there, but then I saw Randy heading in my direction. I kept my head down, hoping to get away without any confrontation, but what hope did I have? Maybe he'd give me some answers as to why I was just put out there.

"Aria-" He pulled on my hand to stop me passing by him.

I closed my eyes and sighed, turning to face him. I frowned, "What?"

"Are you ok?"

I shrugged, "I'm fine."

"I had no idea he was going to put you out there." Randy explained. "I got Hunter to pull you back." I continued to act like I didn't care. "But you need to stop running your mouth, Aria." He said, quietly, making sure none of the other superstars heard him. Wouldn't want to ruin his bad guy reputation. I still didn't understand why he kept trying with me when for months he couldn't care less.

"I don't need you fighting my battles for me, Randy. That's not your job." I explained to him and with that, I turned to leave, but like Dean did when we first met, he placed his hand out and placed it next to my arm, blocking me in. This was different, however. I leant against the wall, trying to create some distance between us. "What are you doing, Randy?" It came out in a whisper

His eyes searched into mine, as he leaned closer, "I don't know." He murmured. As if sensing he was there, my eyes flickered behind Randy.

Dean, Seth and Roman were heading down the corridor. My attention remained on them as Dean stopped as he spotted us. His good mood soured as his smile turned into a deep frown as he slid his US title off his shoulder.

I didn't worry that he would think this was a two way street. It was obvious from how I was backed up against the wall, how Randy was blocking me in, that I was uncomfortable.

I almost thought Dean was going to come over. He took a few strides towards us before I saw Seth putting his arm out, stopping him. Dean turned to Seth angrily. I knew Seth was saying how he couldn't mess with Randy, that they couldn't get on the bad side of the face of the WWE.

My eyes finally travelled back to Randy, "You had your chance Randy." I said and quickly tried to get away. I didn't want to provoke Dean into taking action.

I didn't agree with how the Shield was helping Triple H, but as long as it kept Dean out of trouble, I didn't care.

"You don't give second chances now?" Randy asked, side stepping me.

"Not to someone who blew his first one so badly." I finally snapped. "Five months Randy, five months." I hissed in his face. "That's how long it took for you to speak to me after what happened." I could see we had caught the attention of some of the crew members, no matter how subtle I was trying to be. "You didn't call, you didn't text... you didn't do anything!" It was like everything I had wanted to say to Randy for months was all coming out at once. "So I'm sorry if I don't want to give you a second chance." I rolled my eyes and turned away from him.

"Aria-" He grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me to him.

I put my hands on his chest and pushed against him so I was out of his grasp, "I don't want to speak to you, Randy, don't you get that?"

My eyes found Dean's who was watching what was going down between Randy and I. A look of anger was clear across his face as Roman and Seth looked to be trying to calm him down.

I just wanted Randy to let me go so Dean wouldn't do anything stupid, which I could tell he was thinking of.

"I was going through a divorce, I didn't know what to do!"

"You tell the truth, that's what you do." It was like all the hurt I felt back then was hitting me. I would be damned if I let Randy worm his way back into my life when I was finally getting over him.

"I'm sorry." Randy lowered his face down to my level.

I moved it quickly away, "No, it's too late because we're not friends anymore." I shook my head. "What happened to me then, that will never happen to me again."

As I was about to make my dramatic exit, Triple H was right behind me. His hand went to my shoulder where he turned me around to face Randy again. "I hope you kids are playing nice." He looked between us, but focusing intensely on me, "Need to keep the face of the WWE happy." He falsely smiled at me.

"She is." Randy smirked, taking me surprise with a kiss to my cheek. My eyes widened, "Later babe, c'mon Hunter, I've got an idea." Randy put his hand to Triple H's back and led him away. He turned around and nodded at me.

I sighed, I had the feeling Randy isn't going to let this go.

It wasn't quite over yet.

When I turned back, Dean was now in front of me, he was glaring in the direction Randy had just left in. "What did he want?" He demanded.

"Dean-"

"What did he want?" He repeated, this time looking down at me.

"Maybe we should talk somewhere else." I said, noticing all the looks from the crew I was getting. First fighting with Randy, then Dean, they were going to think I had some serious balls! Dean nodded and placed his hand on my lower back, his usual method of guiding me somewhere. He took me to The Shields locker-room.

Luckily Seth and Roman's hadn't come back. I sat down on the bench and looked up at Dean. "Well?"

"I don't know, Dean, I don't know what he wants." I told him honestly. "He just won't leave me alone."

I saw his jaw tighten as if he was trying to remain calm, "What did he say?"

"He wanted another chance."

I could understand where Dean was coming from, if a girl he used to like started hitting on him again, I'd turn into a psycho, hell I even did it when I thought an interviewer was hitting on him! "And you said?"

"Of course I said no!" I protested, hurt that he would even question that. "I meant it when I said I was over him, Dean." I stood up and put my arms around his neck. "I just want him to leave me alone." I repeated to make it clearer to him.

Moments like this reminded me that Dean Ambrose wasn't the dating type. He looked surprised at the sudden affection that I was showing him. "I haven't felt like that in a long time." He murmured, looking down at me.

"Like what?" I asked him.

He hesitated as he continued to stare down at me. He looked like he was reluctant to tell me what he was thinking. "Jealous."

I was surprised at his honesty. "Why?"

"You're not that naive, Aria. Randy wants you to be his." I could argue the way he made that sound like I was a possession, but there was the point that everything Randy had, or everyone he had, was merely a possession to him.

I rolled my eyes at this, "Randy doesn't want me, Dean, he just doesn't want anyone else to have me." Dean's grip around me tightened as he held me close. "He didn't make this much effort until he saw that you were interested." He sighed and looked round the room, as if finding a way to distract himself from what he just saw. "It was pretty fun out there, wasn't it?" I tried to change the topic of conversation to a lighter one.

"I wanted to take you right there and then on that commentary table." He purred, pulling me back with him as he leaned against the wall. His hands rested on my hips, I felt like two teenagers down a dark alleyway trying to sneak some alone time. I was very aware that Roman and Seth could come back any minute now. "That would have showed Randy just who you belong to."

I could have been extremely feminist right now, complaining that Dean thought I belonged to him, that he owed me, but I actually enjoyed the way he talked, like I was his and no one else's. "And who's that?" I teased, lingering close to his lips, just wanting to hear him say it.

Dean tried to capture my lips, but I pulled them just out of reach until he said it, he grinned and pulled me tighter against his chest, "Me." And threw his lips onto mine. His hand buried straight into my hair, tilting my head to gain a better access where he could deepen the kiss. He kissed me over and over, his lips refusing to leave mine. He soon flipped over where he now had me against the wall as he towered over. His hand tucked right under my ass where he actually lifted me up off the ground. On instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, along with my arms around his neck. Dean let out a deep growl as my tongue slid in through his parted lips. My stomach was in knots, wanting nothing more than to keep going.

However, the past had a way of repeating himself.

"Hey man, we're-" My legs instantly unwrapped themselves from Dean. I held onto the wall for support and tried to reassure myself that this situation looked perfectly innocently...

Who am I kidding? This looked anything but innocent.

My lip stick was probably smudged or gone and what was gone was on Dean's lips, his hands were attached to my ass, and I had the look of a guilty teenager on my face.

Seth and Roman.

God dammit, could we not do anything without being interrupted?! First Becky and Brad, then Charlie and now these two. Although, I guess it was hardly their fault that we always seemed to be in public places... but still!

I had barely spoken to them which made this situation even more awkward than it was. "Dean." They said, with big grins on their face. "Aria."

"Fellas." I nodded awkwardly at them.

"Guys, if you don't mind-" Dean turned back to me, dipping his head as if you reinitiate the kiss.

"Dean!" I pushed him away, refusing to show public display on affection. "I've got to go, I'll catch up with you later." I took the walk of shame by Seth and Roman who I knew was still giving Dean the 'Way to go, man!' look. I closed the door and leaned against the wall. "Oh my god." I breathed out, covering my face with my hands.

"Girl..." I looked up to see I was caught by Ted who had been off for a few weeks. I didn't even know he was back, but I was relieved to see him...just not in these circumstances...right outside The Shield's locker-room.

"It's not what it looks like." I blurted out.

"I love your outfit-" I looked down at what I was wearing, I realised my dress was tugged down a little so the top of my bra was showing. That must of looked even more dodgier to Seth and Roman. Fantastic! "Did it come with a pole?"

I gasped, "Ted!"

"Well, were you or were you not getting it on with one of the Shield boys?" Ted then eyed me suspiciously, "Or was it all of them...?"

"Of course not!" I protested. "I...I..." I needed to take the heat off me. "Becky invited Brad Maddox to stay at ours."

Ted wheezed, "She did what?!"

"Yep, it's true and now he doesn't want to leave."

"I take a week sabbatical and I come back to this mess?!" Ted tutted.

"Oh and Charlie is still getting it on with Seth."

Ted shook his head in disapproval, "What happened to Ted's angels?"

"Can we not talk about this here?" I asked, worried that The Shield were hearing everything Ted was saying. He sounded like my father at times.

"You're right. The other two need to here this." Ted charged off towards our locker-room. I scuttled off after him, hoping to get the other two in more trouble than me.

Thank you for all the reviews! Really enjoy writing this story!
Watching Night of Champions & the Raw after gave me so much inspiration so can't wait to write that up!