She stood in front of the mirror, glancing nervously at her torso. Dean had redone the strapping for her earlier that morning, a tight nude underlay that compressed her ribs and a white overlay that kept everything in place.

Part of her wanted to wrestle with it on, part of her didn't want to wrestle with it on.

There was a quick rapture of knuckles at the door and when Bobbi opened it, an equally nervous looking Filipa was staring back at her.

"You ready for this?" she asked softly.

Bobbi snorted. "Fuck, no."

Both women were dressed in corporate looking clothes and Filipa's hair was pinned back neatly.

"We're leaving in ten to go to the stadium," Bobbi murmured as she threw herself down on the bed. "Time to meet our entrance buddies, go over our spots one last time—"

"You sure you wanna do ropes?"

It would be difficult and painful, but the rope spot was much easier to anticipate than some of the others they had talked about. "Of course. It'll be fine, smack talk me, be a bitch, anything you want, really."

Even though it was still six hours until the event, nerves were already shifting under Bobbi's skin like she was about to go out, and she realised with a deep breath that until she stood in the crowd, the pounding of her heart wouldn't stop. When Bobbi glanced across at her friend, she was messing around on her phone.

The twitter account had been more troublesome than helpful, recently. The notifications had been turned off in the first day.

But still, now that Filipa had reminded her, Bobbi slipped her phone out and tapped out a simple tweet that read 'my first WrestleMania— Sister Abigail's last WrestleMania. #ArlettvsAbigail #WM30'.

Hours passed and they shifted from the hotel to the stadium effortlessly.

Her boys were warming up by running the stairs and timing themselves, but that was more a tactic to pass time than anything else.

Soon enough, WrestleMania 30 was underway.

WRESTLEMANIA

Sister Abigail vs Bobbi Arlett

No Disqualification Match

WrestleMania

"The following is a No Disqualifications match where the only way to beat your opponent is by pin-fall or submission."

"Sierra, Hotel, India, Echo, Lima, Delta; Shield."

Instead of their theme, a marching band drumbeat echoed through the massive stadium. The audience glanced around, obviously searching for the silver-haired woman, but instead fell silent as they locked their eyes onto the two rows of uniformed men walking through the crowd and towards the ring. Like all members of The Shield, these men wore black.

One by one, they stopped as they came closer to the squared circle, and eventually, the pathway was clear.

The sound of the drum was quickly replaced with The Shield's theme song and Bobbi emerged from the crowd to the sound of raucous applause. Shivers cascaded down her arms and she lifted her chin, jumped on the spot a little, shook out her arms. Pale green eyes were cold as ice.

Starting her walk to the barricades, Bobbi couldn't help the grin that crossed her lips. It was one thing to have a WrestleMania match. It was another thing to have a specialised entrance, a guard.

Bobbi vaulted over the barricade when she got there and slid into the ring, looking over her shoulder to just catch the last of the uniformed guards leaving.

"Introducing first the challenger, from Chicago, Illinois, and representing The Shield— Bobbi Arlett!" Lilian said.

When she glanced down the walkway to the massive tron, there was fog billowing along the floor, curling over like slow motion waves.

"And her opponent, representing The Wyatt Family— Sister Abigail!"

The deep bass of the theme song reverberated through the ground, sitting right in Bobbi's chest, and the stadium was thrown into darkness. And then Filipa was walking out from under the tron. Holding onto her hands looked to be to young kids, faces covered with white sheep masks, hands holding up lamps, and the three moved through the white fog like they were almost floating.

Underneath the metallic dress was an all white attire. Ironic in the way that to Bray, she was his angel, but to everyone else? She may as well have been the devil incarnate.

Maybe the kids were there to get under Bobbi's skin, maybe they were a good luck charm — either way, the caution that flashed in those pale green eyes and the way she'd stopped moving showed that she didn't like it.

Filipa set the two kids up on opposite barricades and kissed each on the crown of their head. The woman walked forwards and effortlessly slipped between the white ropes.

Lights flooded back on.

As the two stood across from each other, the hairs on Bobbi's arm raised.

"I'm going to take everything from you," Filipa laughed loudly. "I'm going to take your freedom and the reason you fight—"

"And I'm going to rip that tongue from your mouth!" Bobbi yelled back. "Let's see who can get there first, huh?"

The few people close enough to the ring to hear their exchange 'ooh'd at the fiery remark.

Somehow, beyond the noise and the cheers, beyond everything else, Bobbi could hear the words tumbling out of Michael Cole's mouth. "And for these women, it's not just about who is the most dominant— remember, Sister Abigail sidelined Bobbi Arlett for over two weeks and could have possibly ended her wrestling career. For Bobbi, this match is a chance for her to serve out some of the punishment she's received since their match at Elimination Chamber."

The referee pacing between them raised his hand and looked towards the time-keepers area. The bell went. The match started.

But the two women just stared at each other. Filipa stood stock still and Bobbi was swaying her weight from one foot to the other, rolling her wrists, face lowered and lips pulling in a smirk.

This was exactly where she'd wanted this woman for the past month. And she wasn't going to waste her opportunity.

With the smirk on her face cutting deeper into her cheeks, Bobbi slid between the ropes and pulled up the apron, eyes immediately locking onto the bamboo stick. When she flung the apron down, Filipa was still where she'd been moments before— except now there was a steel chair in her hand.

Still, Bobbi slipped into the ring.

"How do you wanna do this, Abby?!" The Shield member called. "Your choice!"

"Drop the kendo stick," she replied, "let's see how good you are."

"Better than you."

When Filipa let the chair slide from her finger tips, held her arms out wide, Bobbi assessed the bamboo in her hands. Twirled it in the air a little. The crowd were screaming for her to do something.

Tossing the stick from the ring, Bobbi dashed forward and crash tackled Filipa to the ground. She was on top and then she was under, but her fists were in the brown hair and shaking as hard as she could, and then they were out of the ring as Bobbi landed harshly on her side. Filipa yelled out and dragged the silver-haired woman to her feet, but that was a mistake. Bobbi locked an arm around the back of her neck and interlocked her fingers, then drove a knee into the woman's midsection.

She went for the move a second time. Except Filipa caught her leg with one arm and used her own to sweep Bobbi's out from under her, and then she was on her back again.

It wasn't pretty or wrestling, but it was gritty and garnered reactions from everyone.

Bobbi locked a leg around Filipa's waist and twisted their weight until she was back on top, and then she drove fist after fist into the woman's face. Pale green eyes widened when blood sprouted from a cut on the woman's lip.

Immediately she backed away. But there was a curve to her lips that was dangerous.

Without anymore hesitation, Bobbi scooped her hands under Filipa's body and lifted her, only to throw her back into the barricades. The black wall shifted back with the impact and as Filipa fell away, the silver haired woman launched onto the half-wall, throwing her arms out wide, trying to get the crowd involved.

But as Bobbi jumped off the barricade and found her footing, she realised that her momentary loss of focus had cost her big time— Filipa, though still hurt, had wrapped her hands around a chair and drove the head of it right into Bobbi's midsection. A cry of pain fell from her mouth as she keeled over and red hot burning erupted from her ribs. But then the chair was slamming down onto her back. Bobbi screamed out again and arched her torso as she fell to her knees.

Filipa chucked the equaliser away, dragged the hurting woman over to the announce desk, spun and launched Bobbi into it stomach first. She knew that the piercing cry would've been heard globally. Because fuck that lit a new pain along her ribs, and for a long second, she didn't think she'd be able to get back up.

"You good?"

The woman was hovering over her and to most it would have seemed like some trash talking, but the words were barely a whisper.

And Bobbi's answer was to ram an elbow back into her face.

Filipa toppled to the padded floor and held a hand to her nose, wiped away the rest of the drying blood along her lip. She stared across at the grimacing Bobbi. The grin that picked up the corner of her lips was completely her.

Finding her feet, Filipa managed to toss both of them back into the ring, setting Bobbi up for the Sister Abigail finisher. Bobbi's ribs screamed in pain and she groaned loudly, but then her head was being slammed into the apron, her leg held in the air.

One. Two. Kick-out, barely.

The scream of frustration was loud and Filipa rocked back onto her ass, eyes wide as she looked at the barely moving woman in front of her, and using what strength she had left in her arms to lift onto her knees, Bobbi stared across at Filipa who had hands over her mouth. She smirked.

"Can't kill what won't die," Bobbi threw out into the space between them. "You can't kill me, Abby."

"I'm going to take everything from you."

Bobbi laughed. "Never gonna happen."

The two women launched at each other again, spinning and twisting and throwing punches, but before they reached the end of the apron, Filipa disentangled from Bobbi and drew her up across the ropes, one woman on either side. Bobbi's hands were tight around Filipa's neck but the woman was smiling and then she lifted a leg, slammed her foot into Bobbi's chest. The silver-haired woman flew back and off the apron, her back landing on the barricades harshly.

The Shield member crumpled to the floor almost lifeless.

Deep breaths, in and out, laboured gasps, Bobbi stayed on the floor and tried to calm her heart-rate down, tried to slow her breathing, tried to block the pain out.

Somehow Filipa managed to lift the silver-haired woman onto the turnbuckles, her back towards the ring. Her legs hooked under the metal connector and then a foot was slamming into the side of her head. Bobbi let out a cry and fell backwards, hanging upside down, and looked up with a dazed expression as Filipa pulled herself up to the top, standing over her triumphantly.

"Believe in The Shield," the woman mocked, "believe in death."

Filipa jumped off the turnbuckle and brought her knees into her chest and then pressed down, her feet landing on Bobbi's chest harshly.

There was another cry of pain as Bobbi crashed unceremoniously to the canvas. Her torso was throbbing in pain and she barely managed to kick out of a cover, but she didn't even have a chance to suck a breath into her lungs before Filipa dragged her up.

"You want to survive?!" Filipa slapped her right across the face and in a flash of silver and black hair, Bobbi was back on the mat. "Let me break you! Let me rebirth you!"

She was back up and tossed against the ropes, arms over the top, and Filipa bent over her, tugged the middle rope up. Within seconds, Bobbi was caught between the two ropes, the burning against her arms real and painful as she struggled. She cried out and kicked her legs up, anything to break the hold, but the ropes would never snap away from the poles, and she was trapped.

Across from her, the woman's grin was almost one of awe; she realised where she had Bobbi and that she could do anything she wanted.

Reaching forwards with hesitant hands, Filipa held Bobbi's face between her hands. It was almost a moment of silence that followed the caressing gesture. But when Bobbi arched her feet off the ground to kick at her with a snarl, the Wyatt Family member just nailed a boot to her thigh, knocked her back down.

"Go on," Bobbi yelled, "do your worst!"

The look that flashed across Filipa's face almost made Bobbi regret her word choice.

The woman backed away from Bobbi and then turned, glancing across at one of the kids who was still sitting on the barricade. "Thomas," she called, "bring it to me."

Bobbi struggled against the ropes even more. They bit into her skin and she knew it would sting in the morning, possibly even bruise, but she needed to get out.

When the young child jumped off the barricade and slipped under the ring, Bobbi could no longer see anything. But when he re-emerged with a chain in his hand… the colour drained from her face. The audience booed as the child handed the chain to Filipa and she dropped another kiss onto his head.

She had to get out.

Looking frantically over her shoulder, Bobbi wrapped her fingers around the middle rope and pushed herself off the ground, flipped her body over the top rope and followed the rope down as it slipped from her arms. She landed on the ground with a thud and pushed through the pain, gazing up at the chain-swinging woman in the ring.

The welts around both of her arms had missing skin but weren't bloodied, thankfully. And when Filipa slipped out of the ring to follow Bobbi's retreating figure, the latter ducked to the ground to curl her hands around the discarded kendo stick.

What the woman behind her didn't expect was for Bobbi to spin and sink her new found weapon into her stomach. Filipa gasped in pain and dropped the chain, clutching at her torso. With a sliver of her back now exposed, Bobbi slammed the bamboo down, again and again until welts that almost matched her own were spread along her back and the backs of her arms. She screamed as she threw the stick away and then drove her boot into the side of Filipa's head in an aggressive kick. The woman crumpled to the floor.

Bobbi laughed at the writhing woman below her. "You screwed with the wrong family."

Twisting a hand into the short hair and her shorts, Bobbi rolled Filipa into the squared circle, rested a hand at the apron to brace herself, an arm around her ribs.

She glanced around.

On the floor laid the metal chain that Filipa had planned to attack her with. Discarded, abandoned, lying there and not doing anything. A grin pulled at her lips. Again, she looked up at the crowd. They were chanting for her, cheering her name, wanting her to win.

Bending over with a grimace and picking the chain off the floor, Bobbi then slipped into the ring and stomped on Filipa as hard as she could to keep the woman down for as long as possible. She fell to a knee, looped the metal chain around an ankle, tugged it until she knew that it wouldn't come loose. A grimace twisted on her face as she stood and then she moved to stand in front of Filipa. Lowered her head, caught the woman's eyes with a smug little grin.

"Go on," she murmured, "Get up, you piece of shit."

Filipa dragged the back of her hand across a bloodied lip. She gazed over her shoulder at the chain around her leg and grinned, looked back at Bobbi. But still, she shifted to her arms and pushed up onto her knees, held her arms open wide in that almost iconic pose.

Bobbi's fingers tightened around the chain, her face morphing from smug to mad in the space of a second. "I told you to get up you piece of crap!"

So the woman crawled slowly to her feet and immediately Bobbi tugged at the chain, Filipa flying onto her back harshly, head rebounding off the mat. The chain dislodged and Bobbi grabbed at her ribs as she ripped the metal away and tossed it from the ring.

Again she stood over the limp body and held her hands out in a mocking gesture. "Didn't you promise to remake me, Abby? Didn't you promise that you would take everything away from me?"

She curled her arm around the back of the woman's neck and slung her across a hip, and Bobbi stared out into the mass of people that were suddenly chanting 'this is awesome'. They knew exactly what she was about to do.

Bobbi spun in the air and drove Filipa's head into the canvas, delivering a flawless looking Sister Abigail to the woman who played the character.

Cheers floated around her and Bobbi looked down at the motionless woman. Then slipped out of the squared circle and flung the apron up, pulled a table from underneath the ring and pushed it onto the canvas. Now the cheers were even louder.

She pulled Filipa up and grabbed her thigh, wrapped an arm around her back, lifted the woman up and then slung her back down onto the ground in a sit-out wheelbarrow facebuster. Bobbi climbed to her feet without even going for the pin and set the table up in the corner, and sweat dripped from her chin onto the skin of her breast.

Since her boys weren't here to help Bobbi finish off the job, she took matters into her own hands.

Picking Filipa up from the ground and shoving her head between black-clad thighs, Bobbi rolled the woman up and onto her shoulders and then threw her down onto the table in a power-bomb, breaking the wood in half with the impact.

When Bobbi finally made the cover, one, two, three… she'd won.

The Shield had won.

But her night wasn't over.

As Bobbi laid in the ring, facing the ceiling of the stadium above her while letting her theme crash down on her, taking deep breaths to try and get her heart rate back under control, soft rumblings started. And then the noise became louder.

Because, from almost out of no where, to the sound of anxious screaming, a dark shadow loomed across her face.

Kane?

No, no— no, this wasn't supposed to happen— why was he out there?!

Bobbi's face twisted in fear and she spun away, but her ribs were done for and then a hand was curling through her hair and pulling her up.

Her ears were ringing with the jeering crowd. As Kane spun her and wrapped a hand around her throat, she was surprised to find that his eyes seemed at least a little human. And before she could stop herself, words were toppling out of her mouth. "What the fuck is going on?!"

The corner of his mouth pulled up. "Developments."

When Bobbi hit the mat in a crushing choke-slam, the breath was gone from her lungs.

hope the fight was as good as i thought it was while writing, weeee OH ALSO HOW SNAZZY ARE THEIR ENTRANCES

to my lovely reviewers; Raquel the writer (Bobbi's hair is a reverse ombre - silver at the top and down to a black at the ends), and quinzel harley (hope this lives up to your expectations, my love), thank you for reviewing.

let me know what you guys think, much love :*