A/N: Hey there, my lovely readers! So, first off I just wanted to remind you all again that I posted the link to my Polyvore profile so you guys can copy and paste it into the search bar if you're interested in seeing all of Valentina's outfits, tattoos, piercings, and her apartment. Oh, and humongous thanks to wweslytherindiva for reviewing! ^_^
Chapter Three – Survivor Series Debut
"Promise me you'll never change
Things will always be the same, the same
Won't be out of love again
I'm in your hands
All that I am, All I'll ever be
I kissed goodbye, when you said kiss me
All that I Am, All I'll ever be
I left behind when you said leave with me
All that I am, all that I, all that I, all that I am
Suddenly I'm whole again
Brand new me, but this old world, the same
You're my sun and you're my rain
You're all I am
You're all I am
All that I am, All I'll ever be
I kissed goodbye, when you said kiss me
All that I Am, All I'll ever be
I left behind when you said leave with me
All that I am, all that I, all that I, all that I am
Oh, the way you bring me back to life
Wouldn't trade it for the world I left behind
There's nothing I won't sacrifice.
You're all I am, tonight." All That I Am by Roxanne Emery
The four of us stood silently as we surveyed the match happening just a few feet away from us. We'd quietly entered through one of the doorways on the floor level when the match started, and now were currently biding our time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
That opportunity came when Ryback snatched Cena up and draped him over his shoulders. He marched around the ring, and after a couple seconds, hit Cena with Shell Shocked.
"Now, now, now!" Seth urgently said, motioning for us to run like the wind. And that's exactly what we did. Then we leapt over the barricade and slid into the ring.
"What in the world?! What is this?!" Jerry 'The King' Lawler exclaimed as Roman, Dean and Seth immediately started pummeling Ryback.
"What is this?!" Michael Cole shouted. "Wait a minute… Is that who I think it is?! That's Valentina Monroe from NXT!"
"You bet your ass it is!" I yelled at him, before turning my attention to Cena, who was in the corner still trying to recover from Ryback's finisher.
Smirking, I backed up until I was against the turnbuckles at the opposite end of the ring. I got into a crouching position. Slowly but surely, Cena managed to get to his feet and I immediately charged towards him. My shoulders slammed against his stomach as I tackled him and forced him down to the mat, delivering a pretty impactful spear if I did say so myself. I made a mental note to thank Roman later for that.
Turning my head, I looked over to see that Dean and Seth had dragged Ryback out of the ring and were still hitting him with countless blows whilst Roman started to clear the announcer's table.
I rolled out of the ring to help him as JBL, Jerry, and Michael moved back (smart move on their part) and continued to yell out in shock.
"And the man clearing things out here, he was a foot away from me… That's Roman Reigns!" Michael shouted in disbelief. "Roman Reigns from NXT! What's he doing here?!"
Don't worry, Michael, you'll find out soon enough, I thought with a giggle as Dean and Seth grabbed Ryback. I kicked away the last remains of the equipment from announcer's table before stepping out of their way.
Dean and Seth positioned Ryback in front of Roman and then Dean draped Ryback's right arm over his shoulder while Seth did the same with his left arm. They lifted him up and wrapped his legs around Roman's neck.
"HELL YEAH!" I screamed as they triple powerbombed Ryback straight through the announcer's table. I smirked down at his now unconscious body and kicked him in the ribs one last time for good measure.
Seth wrapped an arm around my shoulder as we all turned around to see Punk crawling back into the ring and over to Cena's unconscious form. This was a Triple Threat match, which meant that there weren't any disqualifications. He raised Cena's leg and got the three count.
We'd done our part, and now it was time for us to get the hell outta dodge.
I glanced down at my phone and immediately got on Twitter as we made our way down the corridor. My lips curled into a grin when I saw all the tweets from my fans asking me why I did it (while others praised my new persona) and then there were tweets from some of the Divas demanding who the hell I thought I was and what the hell I was I doing here. They wanted an answer, so I was gonna give them one, but I was gonna keep it short and sweet. They'd get an explanation in due time.
TheKillerQueenOfWWE: Now that's making a statement no one will ever forget! Don't worry; you'll all get an explanation… soon enough. TheDeanAmbrose WWERollins WWERomanReigns #GoodGirlGoneBad #BelieveInTheKillerQueen #JusticeIsHere
"Damn, everyone's really talking about us, huh?" Seth chuckled as he looked over my shoulder. "Holy shit, your fans are losing their minds over this!"
"They'll get over it," I replied with a shrug and shoved my phone inside the right side of my boot.
"Or else they'll be answering to us," Dean grinned mischievously.
"Somehow I highly doubt they'd want to do that after what you guys just did," I retorted as we stopped in front of the Divas locker room.
"Your spear's definitely improved, by the way," Roman piped up. "I wouldn't be surprised if Cena's got some broken ribs now."
I crossed my arms and laughed. "Well, I learned from the best. Actually… second best."
He quirked a brow. "Excuse me, Monroe?"
"Sorry, Roro, but Edge's spear will always be number one in my book. He's the reason why I started using it in the first place," I said.
"It's true," Seth affirmed. "There was this one time her and I had an Attitude Era marathon at her place and she screamed every time Edge hit someone with a spear and wouldn't shut up about how much she loved and respected him."
"And my love and respect for him skyrocketed right after he said this line," I said, before clearing my throat and lowering my voice, "Oh, there it is; the Cena family room… and the John Cena wall of CRAP!"
Dean and Seth started laughing and even Roman cracked a small smile.
"Yeah, that was a great segment, especially when he slapped the taste out of Cena's dad's mouth right before he left!" Dean said, in between laughs.
"Down goes Cena! Down goes Cena!" Seth snickered. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to chant that after you speared him, Valentina."
"And on that note, I'm gonna go throw some clothes on and grab my stuff," I said, turning towards the door.
"Make it quick," Roman said. "They're most likely looking for us by now and we've done enough fighting for tonight."
"Hey Sethie, since you're pretty quick when it comes to getting ready, why don't you give her a hand, hmm?" Dean suggested, playfully nudging Seth. "I mean, the clothes she's wearing sure look awfully tight, like she'd need another person to 'help' her get out of them…"
Seth's cheeks flushed and he raised his hand and slapped Dean upside the head. "You're such a prick sometimes, Ambrose!"
"… Yeah, I'll just let you two work this one out," I muttered before disappearing inside the locker room and closing the door behind me.
After rummaging through my bag for a goof five minutes, I managed to fish out a black studded biker-style jacket, a v-neck t-shirt that featured the legendary Master Marksman Clint Barton on the front (Marvel FTW!), black coated skinny jeans, and black suede over-the-knee heeled boots with spikes along the back.
Pulling my hair into a messy ponytail, I tossed my bag over my shoulder and pushed the locker room door open.
"Took you long enough, Monroe," Dean said smugly, as I walked into the parking garage. "Nice heels, you want us to drop you off at the nearest street corner? If you catch my drift…"
"Or I could Sin City your ass and you'll be spending the next several hours having these spikes surgically removed from your face," I retorted, opening the trunk of Seth's car and tossing my bag inside.
"Burn," Roman muttered under his breath.
Dean rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "If that was supposed to scare me then you've failed miserably, darlin'. I've endured some pretty sick injuries, and having some spikes removed from my face definitely wouldn't count as the worst."
"Whatever, you're still an asshole, and I say that with love," I said sarcastically, grabbing the trunk latch.
"Here, let me give you a hand," Seth said, walking over to me. "Sometimes this trunk has a mind of its own and getting it to stay closed is a real pain in the ass." His fingertips brushed against mine as he placed his hands on the latch and sufficiently slammed it down.
"Wow, looks like Crossfit's really paid off for you," I commented, nodding my head in approval.
"Wow, looks like Crossfit's really paid off for you," Dean mimicked. "Jesus, get a room already!"
"SHUT UP, DEAN!" Seth and I yelled in unison.
"What do you know, they even finish each other's sentences," Roman snorted, climbing into the passenger's side of the car.
Raw
November 19th, 2012
Wright State University's Nutter Center
Dayton, Ohio
"LET ME GO, SETH! I'M GONNA TAKE THAT RAT-FACED DICKDEAD TO SIN CITY!" I screamed, thrashing in his arms.
The reason for my tirade you may ask? Well, apparently Ryback wasn't too happy that he got put through a table last night (then again, who could blame him?) so he decided to come out and vent his anger to the WWE Universe by calling us CM Punk's mercenaries and saying that he was the predator and that us, along with CM Punk, were his prey. Then he decided to add more fuel to the fire by calling me a quote-unquote 'no-talent, little skank who's only here because she had a "private meeting" with CM Punk and those hired goons of his'.
"Calm the fuck down!" Seth snapped, tightening his grip on my body. "You can't let him get you all riled up right now! Trust me, he's just dug a bigger hole for himself, and if he dares interrupt Punk's celebration tonight, which he most definitely will, we're all gonna go out there and show him why you don't fuck with The Hounds of Justice."
"We fucking better," I snapped. "Because he just booked himself two tickets to Sin City and Triple Powerbomb City."
A couple hours later, CM Punk and Paul Heyman came out. I suppressed the urge to stuff two giant cotton balls in my ears as Heyman went on and on about how invincible Punk was and how he was better than Hall of Famers like Hulk Hogan and Bruno Sammartino.
Punk grinned and lifted the microphone to his lips. "Thank you. Thank you very much for setting this all up, Paul. I appreciate it. You know, a lot of people ask me very important questions, specifically about my title reign is as historic and epic as it is, one of the more frequent ones they ask me is: what my most important victory has been. Before last night, I'd be hard pressed to come up with every single one because let's be honest, there's been a lot of victories. But last night at Survivor series, beating Ryback and John Cena single handily in the same match, number one with a bullet!"
"Correction: WE beat Ryback and Cena; you're fucking welcome, Punk!" I spat, clenching my fists in irritation. I couldn't fucking believe this moron was taking all the credit for something that we did!
"And I'll tell you why, it's because nobody thought I could win!" Punk said smugly, now turning his attention to the crowd. "All of you! Maybe it's because you're losers yourself, thought I was going to lose, I don't know. Only two people believed I could pull off the impossible and they're both standing in this ring. With the odds stacked up against me like they've never been stacked up against me before, CM Punk, your WWE Champion, cemented and survived Survivor Series-"
FEED. ME. MORE!
As soon as Ryback's music hit, we all bolted out of the room and made a beeline for the arena. Ryback managed to reach the end of the ramp before we jumped over the barricade and pounced on him.
We were able to get some good shots in before Ryback started to fight back. He grabbed Roman and threw him against the barricade. Since his back was turned, I took that opportunity to execute a Sin City. My heel connected with his back and he stumbled forward. Since he was a lot bigger than I was, it didn't do a ton of damage, but it definitely stunned him.
"Welcome to Sin City, Big Guy!" I shouted, jumping on top of him again and punching him everywhere I could.
With a grunt, he brought his head upward and slammed his forehead against mine. Then he seized a handful of my hair, yanking me upwards to a standing position. His arm slammed against my throat, delivering a ferocious clothesline that sent me spiraling backwards right over the barricade.
I gritted my teeth for a moment and tried to block out the pain that instantly coursed through my body. Ragged breaths left my mouth as I reached up to grab onto the barricade for support. Pulling myself up, I blinked a few times to focus on what the guys were doing to Ryback.
They'd pulled Ryback out of the ring again and Seth and Dean were relentlessly punching and kicking him. Roman started to clear off the announce table again as Cole and Lawler fearfully moved out of his way.
They hoisted Ryback up and triple powerbombed him through the announce table. Laughing, I climbed over the barricade and walked over to them, clapping as I did so. Seth looked over at me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder to support me since I was still in pain.
"For what it's worth, he got the ass kicking of a lifetime right after he clotheslined you, I made sure of that," Seth assured me, moving a stand of hair out of my face.
"Good, the fucker really had it coming," I mumbled, leaning against him. "Next time though, I'm gonna make sure to aim for his head when I hit him with a Sin City and then you guys can play soccer with it once I knock it off."
"Duly noted." Seth smirked and tightened his hold on me a little as he helped me walk up the steel steps.
We all held victorious smirks on our faces as we stood in the middle of the ring. The crowd erupted into boos and we looked around.
When I looked over my shoulder, I saw that Punk had already stepped out of the ring and knelt by Ryback.
"Best in the world!" he shouted, thrusting his championship into the air.
My phone buzzed loudly the next morning, successfully waking me up. I'd barely gotten any sleep last night due to the fact that my body was still a bit sore, which is why I was somewhat glad we weren't scheduled to do Smackdown tonight.
Rolling over, I picked up my phone and unlocked it to see a text from Seth.
Hey, beautiful. How are you feeling? If you're up for it, I was wondering if you'd like to go for a morning run with me at Brighton beach? If you're still sore, then we can just watch some movies on Netflix at your place if you want.
I still feel a little sore, but it's nothing a few Advil tablets can't fix. Just let me wake up and get ready and I'll meet you there in an hour and a half (since it's a good thirty minutes away from where I live and all). Try not to powerbomb anyone in the meantime. ;)
No promises, Monroe. ;D
Laughing softly, I tossed my duvet off me and lurched out of bed. By the time I'd ate breakfast, taken some Advil and showered it was eight o'clock. I quickly pulled on a black tank top that said 'Hell In High Heels', high waist black capris, and black and white Nikes. Rather than throwing my hair into my usual messy ponytail, I decided to channel my inner Katniss and French braid it.
I tossed my phone into my black and silver Victoria's Secret PINK gym bag and hurried out the door. The last thing I wanted was to hear Seth tease me about how long I took to get ready, especially this early in the morning.
Considering there was hardly anyone at the beach at this hour, it didn't take long for me to spot Seth, and when I did, I had to prevent my ovaries from exploding on the spot. His two-toned hair was fastened into a man-bun… and he had decided to go shirtless for this workout.
Don't fucking stare at his abs, don't fucking stare at his abs, DON'T. FUCKING. STARE. AT. HIS. ABS!
While trying my hardest to keep my thoughts at bay, I cleared my throat to get his attention. He turned around and smiled at me.
"Hey you," he greeted me and pulled me into a quick hug. Even at 5'8, he still towered over me, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't find it cute.
"Ready for me to finally beat you?" I joked, once we pulled apart.
He gave me a cheeky grin. "Hell no, Vee. I've outran you more times than I can count, what makes you think you're gonna get lucky today?"
"Because I've got a three second head start," I said matter-of-factly.
"Come agai-"
Before he could finish his statement, I whipped around and sprinted as fast as I could. Yeah, it was a dick move on my part, but dammit, I wasn't about to let the two-toned ninja add another fucking tally to the 'Number of Times I've Outrun the Killer Queen' board!
Six seconds went by, and then I felt Seth's breath tickle my ear. "That wasn't very nice, sweetheart," he murmured, and I felt my heart flutter.
"Well, we can't all be saints can we, Rollins?" I breathed out, trying to pick up the pace once I noticed he was starting to pass me.
"Looks like someone's struggling to keep up," Seth said teasingly. "When are you gonna learn, Vee? You can't outrun a ninja. What's next, you gonna try to take on Ronda Rousey and Chuck Norris in a two-on-one handicap match?"
"FUCK NO!" I yelled, rapidly shaking my head. "I don't have a fucking death wish! If I did that, I'd probably end up losing my elbow joint and all my organs!"
Seth just laughed in response and I playfully rolled my eyes. We raced for another twenty minutes before we both collapsed beside each other on the warm sand.
"Nothing like a good run to get the day started, huh?" I panted, my chest heaving up and down.
"Damn straight," he rasped out, and turned his head to look at me.
"Well, since we're at the beach and all…." I let my voice trail off as I dragged myself into a sitting position and pulled my tank top over my head to reveal my pink and black lace bra. "Might as well make the most of it."
"You're out of your mind, you know that, right?" Seth snorted, his eyes lingering on my cleavage.
"Nah, I think Iowa's just made you boring, Sethie," I quipped, yanking off my shoes and socks and rolling my capris down my legs, exposing my black lace panties. "And here I thought you were always up for anything."
I shot him a wink before jogging right into the freezing water. I didn't let it bother me too much though considering it'd only take my body a couple minutes to adjust to it. I dove underwater and swam out a couple more feet before surfacing again.
It was then that I heard Seth shout, "BORING, MY ASS!" behind me, which was swiftly followed by a loud splash.
He swam over to me and smirked. "You were saying?"
I raised my hand and splashed him, letting out a laugh after doing so. "Well played, Seth, you've proven that you're still as spontaneous as you were back in 2008."
"And you're still just as strong and beautiful," he replied, resting his hands on my waist, his fingers lightly skimming over my hip piercings and my belly ring. "You know, with all those tattoos and piercings you've got, you basically qualify as a human pincushion."
"Fuck you, they look amazing!" I laughed, hitting him in the chest. "From what I recall, you couldn't stop staring at the one on my lower back when you first met me."
"I never said they didn't," he quipped. "As awesome as that tattoo is though, I think your other ones are really kick ass."
I had about several tattoos and piercings total. I had a set of angel wings with a small red heart in the center of them on my lower back, and then my fangirl side really kicked in when I got the rest of my tattoos; a lady wolf on my upper left arm (inspired by Sansa Stark from Game of Thrones), and "Tell me I can't and I'll show you I can" on my feet with purple and red stars and flowers along the script. Piercing wise, I had my sternum pierced and eight studs in both my ears.
"Why, thank you," I replied, before turning my head and staring at the horizon. "This is nice, isn't it?"
He rested his chin on my shoulder and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it really is."
"You are so lucky I decided to bring some towels," Seth said, once we were in the parking lot. I wound up putting my clothes back on due to the fact that I didn't want to walk all the way to the parking lot in nothing but my underwear. The only downside was that my clothes were now drenched.
"Always one step ahead, aren't ya?" I retorted, catching the towel when he tossed it to me and wrapped it around my body. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it," he replied, taking his phone out of his bag and looking down at it. "Welp, apparently Dean and Roman have been trying to get a hold of us all day and are on the verge of sending out a search party. Dean, being the pervert that he is, thought we were fucking at first and told me to wrap it up and not hurt you too much before Raw."
"Of course he did," I said sarcastically. "Anything else?"
"Hang on, let me check…. Oh, he also threatened to bury both of us in the Nevada desert if we continued to blow him off."
I walked over to the driver's side of my car and grinned. "Well, we'd better not keep them waiting any longer then. Roman's straight-up terrifying when he's pissed, and Dean… well, you've seen all the fucked up things he's done in CZW. I don't know about you, but I'd rather not have him go Jon Moxley on me."
A/N: Please review! :D Once again, the links to the trailers for this fic and the Polyvore collection are on my profile.