Disclaimer: 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 This is a Seth/Roman/Dean/OC story and they all intermingle. Polyamory and pansexuality involved!
A/N: No real smut this time! Surprisingly haha. Sorry about such a delay, but I'm honestly getting some writers block. I KNOW where I want to go with this, it's just connecting the parts that's a little troublesome but I will get there! Scouts honor... Not there I was ever really a scout in anything... Anywho, hope you enjoy!
Also! Would anyone be interested in anything with Brock Lesnar? I'm tempted but I'd rather get a few yes or no answers from my readers first!
I OWN NOTHING! I GET NOTHING EXCEPT FUN OUT OF WRITING THIS!
KairiAnneYukari ^.^
It had been almost a week and a half since Colby asked me about becoming a collared sub, and even though I had consented, we haven't moved on to actually doing it. It was something that required complete trust, submission, time, and understanding, and they explained that they wanted everything to be perfect when it happened. I was surprised to find out that at Joe's house in Florida, he actually had a submission room. Not like that '50 Shades' thing, but similar in some aspects. That story had no sane BDSM quality to it! The room was used specifically during scenes of domination and submission, and Joe and Jon actually had a collar for Colby. Jon absolutely refused to have one, maintaining his role as a switch only in Joe's presence, otherwise completely dominant.
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"Wait... really? You actually have a collar?" I asked softly.
Joe grinned and nudged Colby, who was slightly red as he cleared his throat.
"Yeah, I'm Joe and Jon's collared sub," he said, "We just only live that part of our life in that room specifically."
"He's quite the good pet when he wants to be," Jon added, giving a toothy smirk.
I held back a giggle at the glare that Colby sent to said friend.
"Anyway," he said in annoyance, "This is not something any of us take lightly. It's much like a promise ring in ways."
"So, not that any of us have the issue, but it's going to be a guarantee of sorts. Subs don't sleep with anyone out of the group without the dom's permission, and said permission can be taken back at any point before or during the act. In turn, when in that room, every fantasy you enjoy or have wanted to try, will safely be exploited and the doms respect all limits and wishes" Joe explained.
As he spoke more in depth, he leaned closer, his gaze intent and smoldering. I was getting goose bumps just imaging the things that could happen if I agreed to join in this dom sub relationship.
"There's one little catch," Jon threw in.
My eyes flicked over to him as he leaned back, putting on a show of extreme nonchalance.
"That is?" I asked.
Colby snickered and said, "You're a sub to each one of us. In order of course. Joe has ultimate power, then Jon, and then I. You will be the bottom sub unless there is an agreed upon arrangement."
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Color me shocked on the whole aspect. In the beginning of our little relationship when they had said there was an order to their partnership, they were serious. Jon only submitted to Joe, and Colby submitted to both of them. If I was to really be brought into that part of the life style, I would be under all three. It would change nothing about our daily life or any other times we had sex, but once we were in that room, it was dead serious personas. The only way to get out was to use the colors and the safe word upon emergency, which was apparently always 'banana'. I don't think I had ever laughed harder, remembering the Doctor advising Rose to always bring a banana to a party, and the guys had looked at me like I was nuts when I quoted such. There were just some things they would never understand.
I looked up as I heard a knock on the room, and called to the person that the door was open. I was surprised to see Paul and Stephanie walk in.
"Hey there Samara, how are you?" Paul asked.
"I'm doing pretty well, and you guys?" I replied politely.
I had to bury a giggle behind my smile. It was still hard to believe I was working for them. Reality had become such an amazing thing.
"We're good. We wanted to come say what a wonderful job you are doing," Stephanie said with a smile, "But there was also something we wanted to run by you."
"Of course, is everything okay?" I replied hesitantly.
What could they want to talk about? I felt butterflies storm my stomach as Paul sat on the bench across from me.
"You are so involved in this feud, and you are doing very well with training. Stephen and Saraya have told us how much better you've gotten, and although you are not ready for full length matches, we wanted to know if you'd like to be more involved," Paul said.
My brows furrowed as I pondered over just what he meant, but I couldn't really understand it.
"What do you mean?" I asked finally.
Stephanie smiled widely.
"How would you like to interfere in the Battleground match? This can be the revealing moment that you are finally having more than a work relationship feeling for the two, and it can be a pivotal moment in turning Seth Rollins back to face in the long run. Creative has come up with the idea that you will jump in the way when Brock goes after Seth who is badly injured from a chair shot to the back while Dean is out on the outside. If you agree, we're going to go over with Brock getting in your face and intimidating you, which will cause Dean and Seth to team up together for the moment. I know we were going to go with the Diva angle, but I think at the moment, until you get better acquainted with the ring and your own moves, this is the wisest option," Stephanie said.
When she finished speaking, I felt kind of like a fish out of water. My lips opened and closed, trying to form words but I really just couldn't. What could I say? It was like the opportunity of a life time! Finally I snapped out of my ridiculous state and nodded.
"That sounds amazing! I do have a suggestion though," I said softly.
"By all means," Paul said with an agreeing smile.
I took a moment to calm my pulse then said, "I'd totally be okay with Brock 'hurting' me, with a spine buster or back breaker seeing as those are the two lesser damaging moves."
Paul and Stephanie exchanged unreadable looks so I quickly added my reasoning.
"I'm thinking that for two reasons. One, no man wants to see a woman he likes harmed, much less by a beast of a man like Lesnar, but two, because in the Shield they were all about justice correct? The two could totally have a momentary cease fire in the name of justice."
The silence was deafening but finally Stephanie broke into a grin.
"Your mind is a wonderful thing Samara," she said.
A blush crossed my cheeks as Paul reached out and tapped my knee.
"You sure you don't want to come into creative as well? We originally hired you for part of that too," he said.
I shrugged but shook my head.
"No thanks, I'm enjoying the little bit I do now," I replied, "But thank you!"
He chuckled and said, "We'll send for you later, we can have a meeting with Brock, Jon, and Colby about how this will all go down."
"Yes sir," I replied happily.
When the door shut behind them, I could no longer hold in the squeal of absolute excitement. I was getting thrust even farther into this feud, and I was going to be put into a 'dangerous' move! My feet tapped eagerly as I thrust my fists into the air excitedly,
"Well that it definitely a welcome sight."
Turning with a small scream of surprise, I stared at Stephen in shock.
"You're back!" I cheered.
"Well of course, gotta make a big entrance for Battleground," he said with a grin.
He easily caught me as I launched myself into his arms. He had left on vacation just before the fourth of July and it had felt like years rather than weeks. His arms tightened around me and I let out an excited giggle before pulling back, tugging on one of his beaded beard strands.
"Tonight just can not get better," I said, "I just talked to Stephanie and Paul, and at Battleground I have a huge spot, well, huge for me!"
His eyebrows quirked up.
"Really? Diva match?" he asked.
I shook my head and bit my lip to stop the huge grin from breaking out on my face.
"You'll find out with everybody else, just be watching Jon and Colby's match," I said.
A growl of frustration left his lips and I blushed slightly at the feeling it gave me, shuddering up my spine deliciously.
"That's not nice Samara," he said sternly.
"Yeah, well, I'm not always a nice girl," I teased, biting my lip suggestively.
He groaned and stepped back slightly.
"Don't do that to me lass, I just started dating this lady back home and I don't cheat," he said with a small frown.
A small inkling of sadness at hearing he was taken flitted through my heart, but I pushed it away with the knowledge he was probably happy about it.
"Oooh, tell me about her!" I said eagerly, "What's her name?"
He chuckled and said, "Later, I'll tell you all about her and you can even meet her if she decides to come to our next Pay-Per-View."
There was suddenly another knock at the door and we looked up. I was thrown for a loop when I saw Paul Heyman stick his head in.
"Miss Evans, I need to speak with you for a moment," he said.
I fought the emotion off my face, but the excitement was bubbling inside my chest as I patted Stephen's shoulder.
"I'll catch you later, you can tell me all about your new boo," I teased.
He nodded and left, only after tossing me a confused look. Heyman stepped in as I waved him in.
"Stephanie and Hunter have just whispered something interesting in my ear and I came to the source to see if it was true; Are you really wanting Brock to preform a move on you?" Paul asked.
I felt a little nervous as his eyes narrowed on me, as if he was assessing me.
"Yes, I brought the idea up to them because I feel it would be a great addition to an already amazing match. Brock gets to display his ruthless behavior and it can cement the revival of Colby's face turn," I replied.
His eyes narrowed even more before he spoke up, "Are you sure you can handle it? You're not far into training as a wrestler."
Fires of determination licked my insides as I nodded.
"But if you want to be sure, and Brock is okay with it, let's do some test runs. I would need to be well versed on the move itself if we're going to do it," I said, "If you two don't think I could handle it, then we'll stick with the original plan. We've got three days to work on it."
He stared at me for a few seconds longer before a small smirk came on his face.
"You make a convincing argument miss Evans, I think it would be okay to at least try the move, see how you and Brock work together," he said.
I nodded and bit my lip to stop from grinning, but a small smile still came on my face as he rose.
"Come," he simply said before ducking out through the door. The walk to the training area was silent, but not awkward thankfully. As we entered the training room, I stared at the "Beast" in wonderment. He was doing some MMA moves with a random trainer and he was moving with such precision that I was awed. I had mostly seen him as a powerhouse wrestler in the few times I had seen him wrestling, but here he was, grappling and taking down the trainer with ease. Joe was fast for his size, but Brock was much bigger around wise. Joseph was tall, muscular, and powerful, but his frame was a bit leaner than the MMA fighter. I had to bury a small whimper in my throat as stupid, unwanted thoughts crawled into my mind. The images of being pinned between the two powerhouses slipped through my defenses and I wiggled slightly, playing it off as stretching. Not to mention, I was a bit star struck. I rarely got to see other big names in the WWE, especially one like Brock with such a huge following and aura.
"Brock, I have Miss Evans here, if you'd like to take a break and meet her," Paul finally said aloud.
The big man in the ring paused and released the trainer, looking over in our direction and I felt intimidated immediately. Could I really handle a man of his size preforming a semi dangerous move on me? My attention was caught again as he strolled over, sipping water while staring at me intently.
"Samara Evans, Brock Lesnar; now Brock, Samara has come with the idea of a test run. If she can take the damage in a controlled setting during training, it would be feasible to do it during the Pay-Per-View. Is that enough of a compromise?" Paul said, motioning between the two of us.
I gave Brock an small, slightly awkward wave, and he smirked suddenly, making my cheeks burn in embarrassment.
"You're adorable, you sure you want to be slammed into the mat?" he asked.
"I think I can handle it," I replied confidently, "I have some minor training under my belt and a high pain tolerance. What do you say?"
He put the lid back on his water and appeared deep in thought as he looked over me. As he did such, I realized what he had said previously. He called me adorable! Brock Lesnar said I was adorable! He shrugged before nodding.
"As long as we have precautions, then I see no issue with it," he said, "You need to stretch and limber up. It's going to probably hurt the first few times because I'm used to men twice your size and have to adjust the force."
He continued rattling on warnings as we got into the ring, and I listened intently to all his advice. As he spoke I began stretching, going through simple exercises all while running through all the things that could go wrong in my mind.
"Okay, lets go through the set up. You're supposed to be protecting the guys and mouth off to me. From there I will grab you. Are you familiar with the set up of the move?" he asked.
I nodded and swallowed thickly.
"I will basically be pulled up kind of around your waist and slammed down onto my back," I replied.
He nodded and reached out, motioning me closer.
"Maybe it'd go a bit smoother if you try to slap me, from there I can pull you in to do it," he decided.
"Yeah, okay, that makes sense," I agreed.
He smirked that menacing smirk he gave his opponents and I actually felt nervous. He had a good foot on me. Nibbling on my lip, I forced myself to be brave. Without giving it a second thought, I stepped in quickly to slap the beast of a man. Before it connected he caught my wrist and jerked me forward, giving a death fearing glare.
"Oh shit," I whispered as he stared me down.
Suddenly he knelt down and I was jerked up. Fighting the urge to scream, I clung to his shoulders when he got me in position around the lower part of his chest, my belly flat against his face.
"Brace yourself," he warned.
We went airborne and I held onto him as tightly as I could. Too soon my back came in contact with the mat and a shock of pain ran up my spine, but it went away leaving only a dull burning pain. Chest heaving, I stared at the ceiling.
"That was terrifying," I mumbled.
"It tends to be, now, can you release my head?"
Flushing a dark red, I released him and saw him smirking.
"Not bad, usually my opponent is supposed to release which causes a more dramatic landing, but due to your lack of training and our size difference I think it's a good idea that you hold on," he said, "How is your back?"
I shrugged and tested rolling side to side, and started to sit up but he quickly grabbed my arm and slid his free hand behind me. Giving him a questioning look, I finished sitting up with his help.
"Wanted to make sure you weren't injured or gonna fall on your way up," he explained.
"That looked pretty good for your first time miss Evans," I heard Paul say.
I looked over and asked, "Really?"
He nodded in affirmation and a- probably dorky- smile came across my face, an excited squeal as I realized the true magnitude of the situation.
"Sorry," I said to Brock's amused glance, "I just really realized that not only am I being involved in my first ever Pay-Per-View, it's with someone as awesome as you," I paused and continued in a quieter, most nervous tone as I blushed, "Safe to say I'm a little bit awestruck at the moment."
"As you should be," Paul said.
A quick roll of my eyes and snicker, and then I was back in business mode.
"Are we going to try it again?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'd say a few more times plus go over safety measures, and if we work on it until the day of, we will have a decent chance of pulling it off," he said.
My breath caught slightly but I gave him a smile and nod.
"Sounds good."
Damn. Working with him for three days, especially actually going through moves and touching him. I really hated having crushes.