This story is so ridiculous it's not funny. I have come up with another random bout of drivel in my head and.. whelp... here it comes! This is AU, but will kind of stick to the current story line in ways. The character are pretty much OOC, because really, what do I know about the real Colby, Joseph, or Jonathan other than what is put on their TV characters. Yes, my character is pretty much the definition of Mary-Sue. If that bothers you, find another damn story! =D
A/N: This chapter is a bit... dramatic. It also brings out more depth to Samara's character and some of her issues. Seriously though, overly dramatic. In all honesty, it is a normal reaction for someone who has the issues Samara has though.
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Calwitch- I feel that Samara reacted that way towards Layla because how she was going about it. If Layla was truly interested in Joe and was nice, unlike the bitch she was being in the chapter, Samara probably would have suggested Joe go after her. But of course alcohol and rude words make Samara one mean bitch ahaha! As for Joe, at least he got laid I suppose heh.
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I felt nervous but pushed it aside as I took my seat, avoiding the camera not too far from me. The door opened and Hunter walked in.
"Glad you're here, I assume you've had time to read the file?" he asked.
"It's no problem Hunter, and yes I have. I think this should be easy to correct, with some training and time. It's like teaching a kid to keep their hands out of the cookie jar, all it takes is a little correcting."
"Good, have you had a chance to look over him and his actions?" Hunter asked.
"A little, but I think it will take an in-depth study for me to grasp the exact issues at hand, but I assume the reward system will work for him as well as it does any other human being," I replied with a grin.
He looked amused and shook my hand.
"Thank you Amara, please join me in viewing some of the past transgressions," he said.
I nodded and he flipped on a TV. The camera stopped rolling and Paul sent me a grin.
"You did really good," he said, clapping my shoulder, "You're a natural."
Blushing slightly at his praise I ducked my head in a thankful nod.
"We probably will leave the fans guessing until Raw on Monday night and bring you out to sit with the commentators where you'll give a little information but nothing too telling. Next Smackdown we will introduce your character to Seth."
"Sounds great! Thank you so much for this Paul, I hope I do you and the WWE justice," I said.
"You will, I can tell. You've got natural talent, hell, maybe eventually we could get you in as a diva."
"Oh goodness no," I gasped, frowning, "I'm too, erm, big to be a diva, plus, I have never had training."
"You look fine, you'd just have to work out what you have. We've had muscular divas, thicker divas, and a multitude over the years. If you tone up what you have, keep everything natural, I'm sure you'd be a hit with male fans, especially with your cute, intelligent look," he said.
My heart stopped for a second as I gaped at him.
"As for training, if we start now, in a couple years I'm sure you'd be able to work with the best of them. Just, think it over, there's no reason to not multitask," he said, grinning and walking out.
The camera man followed him and I dropped into the chair.
"Holy fucking shit on fire! Paul just said I was cute? I could be a diva?" I asked myself softly.
I pinched my arm but gasped in pain as it hurt. Well, I wasn't asleep. I saw movement and looked up, surprised to see Stephen, the gorgeous red headed Irish man.
"Hey Stephen, what's up?" I asked, rising.
"Stephanie might have mentioned you wanting to work out?" he said, seemingly confused.
"Yes! So much yes! I would ask the guys but they're really busy lately, and plus, I need friends outside those three," I said with a chuckle.
"I don't see how you've held on this long, those three are enough to drive anyone nuts," he said, rolling his eyes, "Well come on. We've got a lot to talk about."
Eagerly I followed him through the halls, answering his random questions until we stopped at an entrance to a ring and a few work out areas.
"What level of activity do you have?" he asked.
"Very sedentary, at the moment," I answered truthfully, "But I have a great endurance."
"I've heard," he said with a chuckle, winking.
I slapped him with a blushing grin.
"And just who told you that?" I asked.
"Randy went on for a while about you, plus we got to hear your little bathroom escapade that night," he said.
"Oh God, please forget that ever happened!" I moaned.
"Okay, so I think it'd be best start you with cardio and light weight exercise; we don't want to put undue strain on your body. First, we need to stretch," he said, pointing at mats on the floor.
I copied him as he sat down and stretched forward. It was almost funny, seeing this man being so jovial and friendly, even gentle when he helped me stretch.
"It's so funny how most of you are much nicer than your screen counterparts," I said as he pushed me forward, helping me stretch to touch my toes.
"It makes for good rivalries, although there is occasionally real bad blood," he said, "Much like Miz and Sandow, they really hate each other."
"Really? I'm not surprised," I mumbled.
Suddenly he pushed a little harder and I groaned loudly as my back popped.
"Whoa girl, do you have back issues?" he asked, jerking me upright.
Battling dizziness, I shook my head no.
"I have always had a stiff back, especially after years of abuse to it," I said with a shrug, "Nothing major."
"Abuse?" he asked coolly, eyes narrowing.
I waved it off and said, "Ask Randy."
He nodded and said, "Now would be a good time to get on the treadmill."
I hopped on and he set it to a reasonable speed, getting on one next to me.
"Thank you so much for this, but if you have anything else you need to do, I'll be okay," I said.
"No big deal," he said, "Besides, if Colby, Jon, or Joe found out I didn't have a strict eye on you they'd probably kill me."
That made me chuckle.
"They are so worried I want to jump your bones," I said with a grin, "Or the other way around and I'd just give in."
He smirked and said, "Well you are nice to look at."
Blushing slightly, I returned, "You're no eye sore yourself Stephen."
"But they thought I'd make a move on a taken girl?" he asked, "Must be loosing their minds."
"I tried to assure them, that just because people might find others attractive, does not mean they're going to fuck. But of course, knowing my pansexual ways, they're worried I'm also loose moraled I guess. I mean, we aren't like... dating, but I'm sure not going out of my way to make that obvious to anyone."
"Good girl," he said, "It's funny that someone with multiple partners is more loyal than half the people here."
"It's like what happened with Randy. Sure, if they are okay with it and both I and the other person are willing, I'm not going to argue, but I'm not going to sleep around behind anyone's back. It's not my style. Why do that when you can fuck someone with them?" I said with a grin.
He chuckled and gave me a grin with a sparkle in his eyes.
"You're a rare breed," he said, "Most people are stuck on monogamy in this age, or the exact opposite with no partners ever set in stone."
"I am fully polyamorous," I replied, "I am more than willing to take multiple partners of multiple genders and identities, it doesn't matter to me as long as they are attractive inside and out. But if I commit myself to one or multiple people, I adhere to their wishes out of respect."
"I respect you four for that, I don't think I could watch the person I love sleep with another," he said, shaking his head.
I chewed my lip at the word love but decided not to bring it up.
"It takes trust and honesty," I said, "But over the years, I've learned it is the right path for me. Not everyone has the mind set and I completely understand wanting the one you love to yourself."
"So you like men and women?" he asked.
I grinned and said, "Yes, but I've only had sex with two women, dated a few though."
"Really? Would you ever allow a women in the room with you four?"
"I convinced Joseph to sleep with this hot woman at the bar about a week ago, but sadly she wasn't in our room and was apparently very straight edge in bed," I said with a sigh, "She looked mixed, maybe Hispanic, beautiful black hair, tan skin, and big brown eyes."
"Do you have-"
"Damn it Samara! Why the hell are you in here?!"
I jolted and nearly fell, but luckily Stephen caught me with one arm, jerking me off the treadmill before I landed face first.
"Calm lass," he said soothingly as I clutched onto his arm.
My heart beat a mile a minute as he shut off the machine.
"Way to scare the shit out of her Joe," I heard Jonathan sigh.
"She was supposed to be with Paul, that's it," Joseph replied, narrowing his eyes at me.
"I convinced Stephanie to get someone to help me work out, is that an issue?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," Joseph bit out.
He looked affronted as Colby shook his head at him.
"No, it's fine," Colby said, "We were just worried."
"No need for worry, she was just with me," Stephen said with a shrug.
"That's the worry," Joseph muttered.
I shot him a glare.
"What the fuck did we talk about before? I'm not a fucking whore!" I snapped.
The men all looked shocked as I shook my head in anger.
"Seriously, you trust me so little, and your friends so little, that you think we'd fuck behind your back? Stephen has been nothing but a gentleman, as has everyone else I've met, and the only men I've screwed here are you three and Randy, and I didn't even ask for Randy, you all pushed it on me! I'm not complaining but damn, I thought you'd trust me by now."
"We do trust you," Colby said.
I just scoffed laughingly and turned slightly.
"I'm going to cool off before I freak the fuck out on you all and say something dumb," I said, turning to Stephen.
I put out my hand and like before he pulled me into a one-armed hug.
"Thank you," I mumbled, "Sorry they have sticks up their asses."
He chuckled but let me walk off. Anger felt like heat radiating off my body as I walked down the hall. I walked for a good ten minutes. Finally I realized I was lost and let out an annoyed sigh.
"Of fucking course," I snarled, whipping around in confusion.
A frown crossed my face as I realized this was my fault. I stormed off, I left the only people who knew the building, and now I was paying the price.
"Hey, you okay?"
I jerked around and let out a grateful sigh.
"Thank God, Bray Wyatt?" I asked.
He nodded and gave me a curious look.
"I'm Samara, friends with Colby, Joe, and Jon, I kind of got lost, can you help me find them?" I asked nervously.
"Sure kid, follow me," he said simply.
The air was quiet as we walked back and I started recognizing things. Finally we came to my lover's locker room.
"Thank you Bray," I murmured.
"Name is Windham, but feel free to keep calling me Bray," he said, "Have a good night Samara."
He walked off and I stood at the door awkwardly, knocking after a few minutes. The door swung open and I saw Jon, chewing gum rapidly. His smacks slowed as he stared at me.
"I'm sorry," I muttered, "I don't know what came over me, but-"
"Get the fuck inside cupcake," he sighed, cutting me off effectively as he pulled me in.
I was surprised to see Joseph and Colby not in here.
"They're showering, now, can you tell me what the hell that outburst was about?" he asked, sitting down.
Twiddling my fingers slightly, I sighed.
"Honestly, sorry if it's gross, I think my period is coming. I'm more emotional lately, but it shouldn't come for a little while because of my shot," I said with a groan, "I love that you all are so hands on protective, but I feel like you don't trust me, nor listen to me when I insist that I am faithful."
"Look, we trust you Samara, but after what you've been through, how easy would it be for one of those guys to take advantage of you? Think about it. We're not all friends and buddy-buddy here babe," he said, looking dead serious, "If they didn't know you belong to use, or were pissed at us, they could use you."
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't trust me with your friends here," I said, "Stephen even thought it was ridiculous that you thought he would do that."
He snickered and leaned back, eyeing me.
"You made one hell of an impression on him," Jon said, "He thinks you have to have some Irish in you with your temper."
That made me grin.
"I do, but it's very little," I said.
"Come here," he said, voice now softer.
At his beckoning I moved closer, allowing him to pull me onto his lap.
"We just worry okay? You're the best thing in years to happen to us, and we don't want anything happening to you, whether it be someone hurting you or someone taking you from us," he said, "We're very selfish."
"Got that right."
I stiffened slightly as I saw Joseph come closer, wearing only a towel around his hips and neck. Colby wore a similar style and both were staring down at me.
"We're not mad, in fact, we kind of deserved your outburst," Colby said, coming to sit next to Jon.
"Just, stick with people we trust okay?" Joseph threw in, "Stephen, Randy, Jon and Jimmy, Paul, Glenn, people like them."
"Who don't you trust?" I asked softly.
"That's for another day," Jon said, drawing my attention back to him, "I think for now we have to apologizing to do."
I quirked an eyebrow but was rapidly pulled into a deep kiss, losing my breath.
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"I just don't see the appeal," Jonathan sighed, tossing a popcorn piece into his mouth.
"Of course you don't, it's the first episode!" I said with a chuckle.
"I've seen a few, it's really not bad," Colby spoke up.
"You've watched Doctor Who?" I asked incredulously.
He nodded and I knocked him over with a giggle of excitement.
"Who is your favorite?" I asked excitedly.
"Really I don't know, I've only seen like ten episodes!" he reminded me.
"So?" I asked, "That's ten more episodes than negative Nancy over there."
Jon threw me a warning glare as I giggled and grinned, burying myself against Colby. We laid there for a while, watching as the living plastic tried to kill the planet and failed miserably, all thanks to the Doctor, Rose, and Mickey. I let out a dreamy sigh.
"You know, besides wrestling, I have many other fandoms I enjoy," I muttered, "Doctor Who is a major, but I also love anime such as Naruto, Inuyasha, Samurai 7, and on and on. Do you all like any of that?"
Jon shrugged and Colby chuckled.
"Kind of, but none of us are really into that," Colby explained, "But I'm willing to watch anything with you if you want."
I lifted my head and gave him an appreciative kiss.
"Jon, you spend the night with Joe, Colby and I are sharing a bed," I called out before resting back on Colby.
Colby laughed, jolting me around, and patted my bottom.
"If that's all it takes honey, I'll watch anything with you," he said smoothly.
"You are the best, and my favorite right now," I purred, "How can I show my appreciation?"
He groaned gently as my hand found his cock in his pants.
"No fucking fair!" Jon snapped.
I gasped as I was jerked back into his lap.
"He doesn't get to have you now if you're going to be with him all night," Jon growled.
Suddenly Joseph burst into the room, looking pissed beyond all belief.
"Joe?" I asked, swallowing thickly in worry.
He shot his gaze over to us and said, "Jon, Colby, come with me now."
"What's wrong?" I asked as the guys jumped up and I was dumped on the couch.
"Don't worry honey," Colby murmured, "We'll be back."
"Joseph, is everything okay?" I called as he turned around.
"It's nothing that concerns you Samara, just fucking stay here," he growled.
The venom in his tone made my blood run cold and Colby shot me an apologetic look before rushing out. I stared at the door, barely aware of the Doctor Who 9th doctor theme playing in the background. Finally kicking myself into gear, I ran to the door. I started to call out but hear Joe mention 'fucking bitch' 'money whore' and lost all my resolve, fear constricting my ability to breathe.
"Get in the damn room Samara!"
I jumped as I saw Jon's head sticking out through the elevator before the doors closed and they went down. Was Joe talking about me? Did- Did he really think I was a money whore? I barely asked for anything... at least I thought so.
"Fucking useless Samara, can't even keep my damn needs down to the minimum," I hissed.
Without a second thought, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a pen and paper.
Boys-
Obviously I've done something wrong? I haven't figured out what yet. I'm sorry for whatever I did to make Joe think I was a... money whore he said. Thank you for all you've done. The phone will be on the bed. I will leave all the things you bought except the bare minimum I need. I don't know what you'll do with them, but hopefully you can sell them or something. Thank you for the best months of my life. I love you all.
-Samara Evans
Call me dramatic, sue me, whatever, I didn't care at that point. Everything was suddenly too much and I couldn't handle the thought of them coming back so angry with me. I grabbed my purse and slid in a change of clothes, tooth brush, hair brush, hotel shampoo and soap, and my extra flip flops. I took out my phone and bit my lip, sending a quick text.
-I'm sorry-
It was sent to all three men and I escaped the room as fast as I could.