Lauren was a bit overdressed for the WWE Live event; especially since the people surrounding her on all sides were in t-shirts and jeans, but she was not self-conscious. Years of working as a prostitute had taught her not to care what other people thought of her. She had never wanted to be a prostitute; in fact when she was 5 she told her parents she wanted to be zoo keeper, so she could play with the animals anytime she wanted. Now that she thought about it; running an escort service in New York City was sometimes like being a zoo keeper. She constantly had to deal with petty bickering; jealousy and back-stabbing with her girls. She wouldn't have changed a thing though; the girls that worked for her were treated very well. She even provided medical and dental insurance for them; the only thing she asked in return is that they stay away from drugs, get tested for diseases every month and treat the clients with respect. As far as clients go; she did through background checks on them, she had clear rules of conduct for her clients; the most important was no abusing the girls. Money was collected via credit card; before the girls even went to meet the client, ensuring that the girls always got paid and making sure no one got ripped off. She had only had to fire two girls since she started running the service and four clients.
Her thoughts went back to the show as soon as the pyro went off. Her seat was front row on the left side of the ring. Someone's music started blaring and the crowd went crazy. Lauren decided this must be a very popular wrestler, based on the reaction. She looked towards the ramp and grinned as she watched her first love walk down the ramp; looking a bit crazed. His hair was no longer slicked back; it was wet and was going in all directions. As he got closer to her she got a better look at what he was wearing. She definitely approved of the tight white tank top that showed off his muscles; and the really nice fitting blue jeans, that were just tight enough to hug his legs and display his amazing butt. He had obviously worked very hard on his body since she knew him as a teenager. As he walked by her he gave her a subtle wink and he entered the ring. She watched as he paced back and forth; displayed some rather erratic behavior. "Just wait until he gets the mic. He is amazing on the mic!" a male fan beside her notified her. She smiled and nodded to the man. He was not wrong. When Dean started talking it was almost hypnotic. She couldn't take her eyes off him. He was talking about an opponent; some man named Seth, clearly Dean did not like this guy. Hate wouldn't have been too strong a word. He was rambling on about being stabbed in the back; and all the things he was going to do to this guy when he got ahold of him. Lauren would have hated to be this Seth guy; but she was seriously thinking that she might need to hire Dean as security for her escort service. Lauren spotted him doing a movement she had seen him do many times after incidents with his mother; he was tapping his fingers against his collarbone. She thought it was interesting he had incorporated that into his character; it was also possible he didn't realize he was even doing it. She was totally in awe of him in the ring. The crowd was absolutely behind him all the way, cheering for him. He dropped the mic in the middle of the ring and walked back up the ramp.
Later in the show another person's music blared; the crowd instantly booed the man. He was in rather odd, latex looking suit and was carrying a garish gold and green briefcase. This man had longer, brown hair, but had and one side bleached blond. There were a bunch of guys following him. He got into the ring and the crowd was shouting, "You Sold Out" at him. Lauren was quickly able to guess he was a 'Bad Guy'. He got on the mic and lectured the crowd about how he did sell out and how all of them wished they could be him. She looked over at the guy who had told her about Dean earlier.
"Who is that guy? He seems like a real douchebag." Lauren said to him quietly. The man laughed at her comment.
"He is an absolute Douchebag! That's Seth Rollins. New wrestling fan huh?" He asked her.
"Yes, this is my first time at a show. So he's the Seth that Dean Ambrose was so angry at earlier?" She asked.
"Oh yeah! See Dean, Seth and Roman Reigns were a group; they called themselves 'The Shield'. They were best friends, and then Seth turned on them; knocked them both out with a steel chair. So now Dean and Roman both want to hurt Seth." The guy explained. Lauren thanked him and said she could understand why they would be upset with Seth.
She didn't know this Seth guy; but even she wanted to climb into the ring and beat him. She settled for glaring at him, which at one point, she was pretty sure he saw. She enjoyed the rest of the show, even the part when the two obnoxiously snobby owners came out and were really playing up the stereotype of rich people. Once the show was over and people started clearing out of the arena; Lauren stayed behind, thinking it would make it easier for Dean to find her. Suddenly an arm wrapped around her from behind. "Hey! Did you enjoy your first show?" The familiar raspy voice asked. She chuckled and turned around.
"I did, a lot actually. I think I may have been converted into a fan. Your match was nerve-wrecking for me. When that guy grabbed you by your feet and started swinging you around in a circle I nearly had a heart attack; I seriously thought you were going to be hurt. You know what I was amazed by more than that? You, when you were out here talking about that guy Seth. You're amazing on the mic! I couldn't take my eyes off you!" She said excitedly.
Dean pulled her closer to him. "Is that right? Couldn't take your eyes off me huh? I have that effect on women." He grinned
"Oh; like you're the first guy I've ever heard brag about how hot he is, I mean really." Lauren winked at him. They looked at each other for several minutes before he leaned down and kissed her. Lauren wasted no time returning the kiss. Neither of them could deny the familiar spark that reappeared like it had never been missing. Dean pulled back first and was speechless for several minutes. Lauren blushed furiously like she was some school girl. "I think you're supposed to be giving me a tour, Mr. Ambrose."
"Mmmm….I loved the way you just said that. 'Mr. Ambrose' I'd love to hear you say that again in a different setting. I do owe you a tour, come on, I'll show you around and introduce you to some people." Dean slid his arm around her waist and smiled.