Chapter 10

Her 2 days off were pretty boring, uneventful and all she did was download the pictures before developing them. Her house was COVERED in photographs of Dean, all of it surrounding her. It wasn't the most professional way to do things, but until she could afford to get her own studio, her apartment was the only place to develop the photos. Surprisingly, Aya did not contact her once during the 2 days she had off and it made Macaria wonder if she was all right. Seth Rollins must've really been good in the sack if she hadn't bothered checking in to 'demand' information on Dean or anything regarding the project.

Aya was currently in the throes of passion and being fucked in every way known to man by Seth Rollins, drowning in ecstasy. He was relentless and had kept her in his hotel suite for the past 2 days, claiming her over and over. Hell, she'd even let him ride her ass and that had been quite the experience in itself. Why couldn't she do a piece on him instead of Dean Ambrose? She had a high sex drive just like Seth and was sure her vocal cords would never be the same again from how many times she screamed his name. Seth was taking his aggression and frustration, his anger, out on her willing body, not able to do much else until Raw came around on Monday. He WOULD reclaim his property one way or another from Ambrose! Also, any new information about Aya, he demanded from her and used sex as a bargaining chip, which she caved to instantly.

When Friday morning arrived, Macaria was excited to get back to work…and Dean. No matter what she did, she couldn't get him off her mind. It did not help her job revolved around him, staring at pictures of him for hours on end. What the hell kind of trick was fate trying to pull on her now? Aya had finally contacted her, after her plane landed, and informed her she would see her at Raw to resume her part of the project. Macaria didn't believe that for a second and honestly didn't care, preferring to have alone time with Dean anyway. She found herself missing him and being away from him was cruel. Macaria could already feel herself falling for this man and it wasn't an option, not if she valued her job.

Dean was like a piece of meat she desperately wanted to sink her teeth into, but knew it was bad for her in the end.

Throughout the house shows, Macaria had been ringside for Dean's matches and took some amazing shots of Dean with fans. She loved watching him interact with them, especially children. There was one particular little girl that was dressed just like him, except instead of a beater, it was a Dean Ambrose tank top. She couldn't have been more than 7 years old and the way she shyly held her sign out, she made herself, for him to sign was adorable. Capturing those moments meant more to her than what he actually did in the ring because it showed he wasn't a lunatic, just a regular human being like everyone else. That interaction had happened after he beat Seth Rollins in a match and once again escaping with the Money in the Bank briefcase.

Sharing a motel room with on the outskirts of the two towns they traveled to for the house shows felt astoundingly natural. There was always two beds and Dean remained a perfect gentleman the entire time. They ate pizza or whatever fast food they would stop to get and talked about anything that came up, sharing a few laughs. When Dean fell asleep, Macaria found herself watching him for at least an hour to help her drift off to sleep, envisioning what would happen if she climbed into bed with him, crawled on him and kissed him breathless. All she wanted to do was feel his lips against hers and that thought process did not help matters any.

Chicago, Illinois is where Raw emanated from this week. It was one of Dean's favorite cities to perform in because the crowd was always super electric. She had been informed by one of the officials, upon arrival with Dean, she could go out to the ring with the rest of the photographers if she wanted to. Dean would be a huge part of the show, so of course, Macaria jumped at the chance. She had no idea what she was in store for and made sure her camera was ready to go.

Naturally, Seth had kicked the show off with the Authority, demanding for Dean to hand over the briefcase and he'd challenge Seth to 'come get it' on the huge Titan tron. John Cena had come out from the back attacking Seth, who cost him the WWE World Heavyweight title at Night of Champions, after sneaking back into the building Dean chased him out of earlier that night. Dean and John were chomping at the bit to get their hands on Rollins and Cena had taken the opportunity with Seth's guard down, due to his briefcase being stolen by Ambrose. However, Seth was too fast for the veteran and escaped through the crowd before he got his backside handed to him.

"I'm busted. I'm busted. Hey, are you guys really security? Cause I could swear you were Rosebuds last week."

Macaria had to fight really hard not to start laughing while snapping shots of Dean in the ring, shaking her head.

"All right, all right, all right, I've had my fun, I'm sorry, all right…here, take your briefcase back." Dean had his hands up in the air, backing away from the briefcase set on a table, which also had a bunch of merchandise he'd given to the crowd for free earlier in the segment. "I don't want any problems. Just take it. Take the case, Seth, you're Mr. Money in the Bank. Take your case, I'm sorry." Rolling out of the ring, Dean went through the crowd while Seth slowly made his way inside the ring to check out the damage done to his slight dented briefcase.

Macaria wondered what the hell was going on, raising a brow behind the lens and had moved around the ring to follow Dean.

What happened next was great television and unexpected.

Seth Rollins being sprayed in the face with green slime was possibly the funniest thing Macaria seen in her life. The LOOK on Dean's face as he stood in the crowd, the fans touching him, was PRICELESS. His jaw was dropped, trying his best to act shocked and appalled, but the mischief twinkling in his eyes was a DEAD giveaway. He had set Seth Rollins up to be slimed! The dropped jaw turned to full-blown laughter.

"I had nothing to do with that, I swear, I'm sorry!" Dean was lying through his teeth and howled with more laughter; even J&J Security couldn't contain their mirth at the humiliating situation.

"LOOK AT ME! I LOOK LIKE A JERK! I LOOK LIKE A JERK!"

Back in her office, Nyla was laughing so hard, tears streamed down her cheeks at the INFURIATED Seth screamed, ranted and raved in the ring. His face was COVERED in green slime, even in his hair and on his crisp suit. Dean had just proven one thing: Seth was TRULY a slimeball AND a jerk!

However, the fun had to end sometime and it did later that night. Macaria stayed in the back for the main event that resulted in leaving Dean laying in the center of the ring with John Cena. Seth had curb stomped them both right on the top of his briefcase, the same briefcase that slimed him earlier that night. Macaria was truly worried for Dean and battled with herself to leave his dressing room, but remembered his warning.

"The Authority won't hesitate to use you against me, so stay here."

It was the right thing to do, as hard as it was. Macaria was only a photographer and had no business being out there during matches on live television. When Dean managed to make it back to the dressing room, she was on her feet instantly and had to help him sit in a steel folding chair. He'd taken quite a beating out there and it made Macaria wonder just how 'phony' wrestling actually was. There was a great deal of pain on Dean's face and she had no idea how to help him, only doing what he requested like getting him some water.

The same thing happened on Smackdown! the next night in Milwaukee. Dean was left laying in the middle of the ring, after being assaulted by the Authority. He wasn't happy about it, but there was nothing he could do since his tag partner, John Cena, decided to bail on him. Fucking prick! It'd been a while since Dean had a beating of that magnitude and it both lit a fire inside of him and, of course, hurt like a bitch. Seth was a pussy and he couldn't wait to be locked inside of Hell in a Cell with the man where there was no place to run and no place to hide. THAT would be his ultimate revenge.


Stephanie looked over Nyla's shoulder while she wrote the upcoming script for Raw, tapping her foot impatiently. Nyla wasn't typing as fast as she usually did because Stephanie unnerved her. After grilling ALL the writers about the last minute script change for Ambrose, she had gone back to Nyla, convinced she was responsible for it. Even though her copies clearly showed the changes Stephanie ordered to be made, she wasn't convinced Nyla wasn't behind the treachery. So, she told Hunter she would be overlooking all the scripts Nyla did from here on out and watching her like a hawk. If she couldn't be there, someone from the Authority would take her place. Nyla was not to be left alone with the scripts any longer after this stunt.

Personally, Hunter thought his wife had lost her mind and made it clear he wanted no part of this. It was one thing to have the writer on their side, but to physically, mentally and emotionally break her the way Stephanie was…Hunter was afraid of repercussions. Nyla had been in the company a VERY long time and that longevity came with certain stroke. Vince trusted Nyla; she was his top writer and he went to her for everything regarding the writing team. If she were to quit, even if her contract was iron-clad, it would be a BULLSEYE and Vince would come back in a heartbeat to find out what happened. That COULDN'T happen or their plans to take over WWE completely would be foiled.

It took some convincing, but Stephanie had decided to give Nyla another chance, hoping she would redeem herself in the Authority's eyes. Hunter could be very convincing when he wanted to be and, honestly, she had to be careful with how far she pushed Nyla. Instead of punishing the writer for something she didn't do, Hunter rewarded her by giving her the days off she requested when she first started in this business. Stephanie wasn't happy about it, but Hunter wanted to keep the writer happy and in their good graces. However, that didn't stop her 'relationship' with Seth, though he hadn't come for her due to being involved with Ambrose's journalist.

"Seth, you are to wine and dine her. There will be no more abuse from you, if you value your career in this company." Hunter informed the young man, planting his hand on Seth's shoulder and giving a warning squeeze. "Now, Stephanie doesn't need to know about this. I will deal with my wife. And as far as this journalist you're screwing around with lately – it ends. She doesn't have shit on Ambrose and we can't afford to waste time on her. You need to put your focus and attention on Nyla."

"Hunter, I'm not sure it's gonna work. She doesn't like me and I barely tolerate her…" His whiny voice grated on Hunter's nerves, without Seth realizing it.

"Figure it out then."

Grunting, Seth hated the fact he was being controlled by the Authority, but his paychecks were a lot bigger and he was making a name for himself. He was no longer the small man in the Shield, a third wheel – he was The Architect Seth Rollins. If wining and dining Nyla is what it took to make the Authority happy, so be it. Hunter keeping things from Stephanie did bother Seth a bit, but that was the man's problem. He had his own dealing with Ambrose and now romancing the writer, who hated him.

Great – his luck really couldn't get any worse at this point.

Raw was in Brooklynn, New York.

Roman Reigns had been out of action for 2 weeks. Tonight, live from the Barclays Center, he spoke out via satellite and assured everyone he would be back to action soon. The doctors were happy with his progression, he was able to move around a little more and the surgery had been a success. He made it clear he would be back soon to kick ass and take names; the interview was short and to the point.

Nyla's heart went out to the Samoan, knowing he was aching to get back to the company to kick the Authority's backside. Hell, she wanted that to happen too. Seth had come to her earlier and asked, very politely, if she'd go to dinner with him. Knowing better than to turn him down, Nyla had no choice and accepted, blinking at the soft peck he gave her. It made her wonder what Seth had up his sleeve and her anxiety was through the roof. Hunter had come to her earlier and explained the changes that would happen, but it still didn't make her feel any better. Nyla found herself entranced by watching and hearing Roman on the monitor, wondering how much longer it would be until he returned.

However, his return meant Stephanie would be on her about screwing him in the scripts again like before. Nyla didn't want to do it. She didn't want to hurt Roman more than she already had. Her daughter was on the line though and she knew, if the roles were reversed, Roman would do all he could to protect his own. He had a daughter named Joelle and she was 6 years old, only a few years younger than Neela. Nyla was in a tough spot and couldn't afford to lose her job, not for a man who despised her because of her controlled script writing.

If only Roman knew the truth of the situation.

Sighing heavily, Nyla took a break from the scriptwriting to head out to the arena to call her daughter, not wanting to miss her nightly talk.