Monday Night Raw (a week later)
I pulled into the performer parking lot of the arena in my black 2015 Escalade. I put it in park, shut of the engine, took the keys out, and got out. I went around back and got my bags. I followed a few of the other incoming wrestlers into the building. I looked around until I found my office/locker room. I went in and dumped my bags off and set off to find Triple H. I found his "office" and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" said the gruff voice on the other side of the door. I opened the door and stepped in. I leaned against the door not wanting to be too close to the cranky man before me.
"Hello Triple H. I have a few things I need to speak to you about." I almost whispered. He looked up, a smile spreading across his face as he waved toward the chair in front of his desk.
"Long time no see Akira! It's been what a good 20 years since I saw you last?" He asked. I walked over and sat down in the chair.
"Yeah something like that." I said with a small smile.
"How can I help you?" he asked as he leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers across his stomach.
"Well, I don't know if you know this but I've been hired to be Vince's proxy as well as Roman's and Dean's bodyguard."
"Yes, I've heard this." He replied with a chuckle.
"I am going to need to share a locker room with Dean and Roman. I'm also going to need authorization to do a background check on everyone on the roster. And I'm going to need to make sure that they either travel together or have an extra guard if they're separated. Oh! And I need the real names of everyone on the roster."
"Wow! Do you need the keys to Fort Knox too?" he chuckled as he scratched the back of his head.
"Nope. That's it!" I replied with a smirk.
"Ok! Consider it done. Anything else?"
"Nope. I'm good." I said and stood to leave. I wound my way through the backstage area until I found Roman and Dean's locker room. I raised my hand to knock and paused as I heard heavy breathing and moaning coming from the other side of the door. I shook my head and banged on the door.
"God damn it! Who is it?" Dean's gruff cranky voice said from the other side.
"It's Akira Dean. Get your dick out of whatever orifice it's in and let me in!" I all but shouted as I continued to bang on the door. A minute later a pale raven haired young looking woman stepped out of the locker room while wiping her mouth. A very disheveled Dean opened the door and motioned me in. I looked him up and down as I passed. I almost choked on my own tongue when I saw his pants were still undone.
"You might want to button that shit up Ambrose!" I hissed as I sat down on the bench. He shrugged his broad shoulders as he plopped down in the plastic chair across from me.
"Nah! I'm good." He said with a smirk as he rubbed the bulge in his pants. I looked between his legs once before almost choking on my own tongue again. He sniggered as he caught me looking. "Get to why you're here!" he growled as he waved his hand in frustration.
"Text Roman and tell him to get in here and I will tell you both." I snapped.
"Roman! Get your ass out here! You're needed!" he shouted over his shoulder. My jaw dropped in disgust.
"Roman was in the other room while you were getting a blow job you disgusting ass?" I spat.
"He was showering after his workout. He didn't hear a damned things lady!" he sneered at me. Just then Roman walked into the room wearing only a pair of thin black shorts that hung low on his hips. My mouth went dry as I looked him up and down. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at me as he realized I was checking him out.
"What can I do for you Akira?" Roman practically purred as he dried his long raven mane. I licked my suddenly dry lips.
"Ok gentlemen here are the rules. One, starting tomorrow you two will be sharing a locker room with me. Two, you will be travelling with me. Three, the 3 of us will either share a room or you two will get a room on either side of mine. Four, if we don't get adjoining rooms you two will get an extra room key and give me one. Five, I will have to approve every woman you bring back to your room. If I say no you have to listen. If you don't and I get hurt or you do there will be hell to pay. Six, if I text you four times and I get no reply that warrants me entering your room without your consent. Do you understand these rules?"
"Wait? What do you mean you will 'approve' all the women we bring back to our room?" Dean spat.
"I have a special minicomputer that scans finger prints and taps into a national database. That database pulls up their arrest record, their court records, and their mental health records. If they have anything that I deem dangerous they will be denied and you won't be able to take them to your room." I state matter of factly.
"No fucking way will I do that! You're not my mother and hell even my mother didn't control me that much." Dean shouted as he shot up out of the chair and started pacing. His fingers started tapping out a rapid beat on his collarbone.
"Are you forgetting I do this for a living Dean? I know what to look for in a stalker. I know how they work. How they think. This is for your protection Dean!" I hissed.
"No! God damn it! No! Who I sleep with is my business!"
"Not any more Dean! You have someone out there who is watching you. Waiting for an in and once they find it they will use it to get to you. You don't know if they just want to have sex with you or if they want to kill you Dean! You can't have that little respect for your own life!" I screamed. Roman stepped between Dean and I. He put his hand on Dean's shoulder.
"She's right Dean! Neither of us know what this stalker wants. They might want you dead. She's just trying to keep you alive." He said calmly. Dean paced away a few steps and then came back.
"Ok! As much as it bothers me I agree to the rules." He whispered as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Me too." Roman says huskily.
"Oh by the way I will also be tagging you with a tracking device." I say over my shoulder as I turn to leave.
"OH the hell you are!" Roman yelled this time as he tossed his towel on the bench. I stop and cross my arms over my chest.
"It's not what you think it is Roman." I say as I rub the back of my head.
"Then what the hell is it?"
"It's device as small as a piece of rice that I will inject under your skin in your shoulder. It will not be activated until or if you get taken. If that happens I have a way of turning the tracker on so I can find you. It also monitors your vitals so I know if you're in danger."
"Oh! Well ok! That doesn't sound so bad then. But how will it tell the difference between a workout, wrestling, and being in danger?"
"When you are working out or you're wrestling your temperature and heart rate go up slowly. If you are in danger or actually if you feel like you're in danger your heart rate and temperature go up fast. That's when I'll know something is wrong and be able to activate your tracker if needed."
"I guess if it has to be this way for a while then it has to be this way." Roman said as he looked at Dean.
"I guess I can handle the rules." Dean mumbled.
"Ok gentlemen. Oh and before I forget on your next day off I will be sending my security team to your houses to put in my top of the line security system so I will need your addresses. I will also need your phone numbers." I say as I hand Roman my phone, which he took, put his name and number in, and then handed it to Dean to do the same. As I took back my phone from Dean he made sure our hands touched a little longer then needed. I turned and walked out of the room, not realizing Dean had followed me out until he grabbed my wrist and spun me toward him. He pulled me against his hard body, leaned in until his warm breath was blowing past my ear.
"If you interrupt me getting a blowjob or getting laid again you will be the one to finish me off! Understand me?" he sneered as he rubbed his hard body against mine. I shivered before I could catch myself and then slapped him.
"That is never going to happen Ambrose! But you can keep dreaming!" I sneered back.
"Oh, it will happen Miss Fancy Pants. You wait and see." He said as he rubbed his cheek while looking me up and down. He licked his full bottom lip suggestively before turning on his heel and heading back into his locker room. I bit back a moan and headed back to my locker room.
"That man is sex walking and he knows it!" I thought to myself as I walked back to my office. I finished up some tech stuff on my tablet when I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." I called. Vince popped his head in and said "Come with me. We have to introduce you to everybody."
"Sure." I said as I put my computer back in my soft back briefcase and headed out with him. I followed him a large room and he told me to wait just outside the door.
"I am sure all of you are wondering why I've called you here. As most of you know I've been looking for someone who can be my proxy while I'm doing other business. I'm not saying or implying that Triple H and Stephanie can't do that. What I am saying is they need some help from an outside source who hasn't been a part of wrestling for as long as they have. So with that being said I would like to introduce my new protégé Akira Dragomire." He said. I took a deep breath and stepped into the room.
"Hello everyone." I said.
"Holy shit! That's Angel Drake!" a tall, half blonde half brunette man said.
"And exactly how do you know me Mr.…?" I asked.
"Seth. Seth Rollins. And I've seen every one of your movies and read all of your graphic novels." He replied with a huge smile.
"Oh. Well I'm glad someone recognized me." I exclaimed.
"You're also better known as Blanco Diablo down in Mexico. And White Dragon in Japan." A tall, bearded, rather handsome British man said.
"Again you're right. Mr.?"
"Wade. Wade Barrett." He replied with a smile.
"It's nice to know my work hasn't went unnoticed all these years. I said with a smile.
"Does anyone have any questions?" asked Vince. Everyone shook their heads no. "Ok then. Akira will be debuting next Monday. Have a good show everyone." Everyone left and I headed back to my office.
"Next Monday is going to eventful!" I thought to myself as I packed up my stuff.