A/N: What's up, guys? Wow, so much has happened these past couple months. First there was that heart stopping Shield reunion (granted, it was short lived, but I still loved every minute of it!), and then Seth got injured :'( I honestly was in such a state of shock when I first found out. It truly breaks my heart that he's out for 6-9 months, but I know that when he comes back, he'll come back with a bang. Get well soon, Seth! And lastly…. Ambreigns are now champs! *squeals* XD Also, I'm sort of stepping out of my comfort zone with this chapter, and by that I mean the end of this chapter is basically rated M *blushes heavily* Ahem, with that said, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and don't be afraid to drop a review! :D
Pinayprincesa – Chemistry is definitely what I was aiming for XD It'll be a while before there's any real romance between the two of them, but trust me; it'll definitely be worth the wait.
Guest – Thanks! And you're welcome! XD
HelloP – Thank you! I'm so happy you liked it!
MsConCon – Thanks a million! And anytime! I only wish I could write smut as amazing as you do, your stuff is sizzling hot! On that note, I'm really glad you liked this chapter. I really wanted to kick off AJ and Valentina's rivalry in the most brutal way possible and what better way to do it than an Attitude Era-style brawl? XD At the same time though, I also wanted Valentina to be the one to re-build the division and make it mean something again because she's put her heart and soul into wrestling, and she's fed up with all the two minute matches and with the fact that the division has become a joke. Oh, and I just noticed that I made a small typo regarding her moves. The Hard Goodbye is a rolling cutter and Femme Fatale is an inverted facelock transitioned into a double knee backbreaker. And if you thought that was bad, you should see what Dean's harassment towards Valentina was like back in their FCW days. But of course, that'll be revealed in a later chapter. I'm definitely going for that slow-burn romance with Seth and Valentina. Actually, that's an understatement since this has been going on between them for four years XD Nevertheless, I promise it'll epic when they finally do admit how they feel about each other.
Lill2350 - *squeals* Thank you so, so much! I've read your story as well and I love Olivia's relationship with Dean and Roman, and our favorite two-toned ninja, of course ;) Yup, that's Valentina for you. She may seem kind, but the second you piss her off, she will unleash hell. Hence why she's called the Killer Queen XD And there's definitely gonna be more Seth/Valentina moments to come. ^_^
Aiphira – Thanks, hun! I'm really happy you're enjoying it! ^_^
Chapter Seven – Like A Wildfire
"We were going way too fast
Chasing down the hourglass
Running from the past
Heading out with no direction
A kerosene beauty queen
Looking for her matchstick king
To burn in to my heart
Hand in to the flame
We could set the world ablaze cause
Baby, you're all I need
Come now, set me free
Like a wildfire, like a wildfire
Breathless, I can't resist
Melt with your scarlet kiss
Like a wildfire, like a wildfire
I look into your sunset eyes
Waiting for the moon to rise
So I can feel your heat
This love is so completely crazy
You've been fucking with my dreams
Ripped me like your torn up jeans
I don't even care
You can take me there
You can set me my world ablaze 'cause
Baby, you're all I need
Come now, set me free
Like a wildfire, like a wildfire." Wildfire by Demi Lovato
July 2012
"So, how does it feel to know that you're so close to winning the NXT Championship?" I asked Seth with a smile as we pulled into the Full Sail University parking lot.
"Honestly, it's indescribable," he admitted, turning the wheel and easing the car into a spot adjacent to the building. "I haven't been this pumped since I won the FCW Championship… and the FCW 15 Championship, and the ROH title…"
"Don't rub it in," I snorted, playfully rolling my eyes.
"Hey," he said softly, putting the car in 'park' before leaning over and putting a hand on my shoulder. "Before you know it you'll be kicking ass on the main roster, and it won't be long before you win the Divas Championship. And I'll make sure to be in your corner when you do, just like you're gonna be in mine tonight."
"I've been in your corner since 2008 and I don't intend on being in anyone else's, Sethie," I told him earnestly. "You've got this in the bag."
I couldn't stop my hands from constantly digging through my hair (my sincerest apologies to hair and makeup artist) as I witnessed the match happening before me. If my hands weren't in my hair then they were incessantly hitting the ring apron. This was the final match of the NXT Gold Rush Tournament and Seth was facing Jinder Mahal. Whoever won this match would become the first ever NXT Champion and I could tell that Seth was so close to winning he could practically taste that sweet victory.
"You've got this, Seth!" I shouted, nodding my head in affirmation when he looked at me. That was all the motivation he needed to hit Jinder with an Avada Kedavra before going for the pin.
To our immediate shock and immense frustration, Jinder managed to stay alive by kicking out at two. However, Seth was quick to come up with a Plan B. He climbed to the top turnbuckle and went for a corkscrew moonsault. Jinder rolled out of the way in the nick of time and I cringed as Seth's body hit the canvas.
"Seth, come on," I whispered, bringing my hands down against the apron again.
Still in pain, he staggered to his feet, and that only enabled Jinder to follow up with a full nelson slam. He covered Seth as the ref went for the count, but Seth kicked out at two. I felt a wave of relief and hope wash over me. Seth wasn't going down that easy. He wanted that title and he wasn't about to let Jinder take it from him.
Jinder stood over Seth and looked at me with a taunting smile on his face. My blood began to boil as he derisively waved at me. Must. Ignore. Urge. To . Sin. City. Jinder. Fucking. Mahal. Into. The. Next. Fucking. Millennium!
My rage increased as he applied a camel clutch, which was quickly replaced by relief again as Seth made it to the ropes. Jinder seized Seth's ankle and dragged him backwards before attempting another camel clutch, but Seth hooked his leg and went for a roll-up, but once again, Jinder was able to kick out.
"Yes! That's it, Seth!" I shouted as he picked Jinder up, placed him on his shoulders, and then powerbombed him right into the turnbuckles. My heart was racing as Seth backed up and bounced off the ropes. He executed the blackout on Jinder and dropped to the mat.
"Blackout! Blackout!" Byron Saxton exclaimed from the commentary table. "He hit it! Rollins hit it!"
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
The bell rung and I didn't even try to stop myself from going nuts. I unleashed countless elated screams as the ref handed Seth the gold and black belt.
"The winner of this match, and new NXT Champion; Seth Rollins!"
Shrieking excitedly, I rolled underneath the ring ropes and flung my arms around him, burying my face into his shoulder as fresh tears of joy pooled down my cheeks.
"You did it!" I cried, reaching up to cup his face in my hands. "You fucking did it, Seth! You're the first NXT Champion in WWE history!"
"I couldn't have done it without you, Vee," he said quietly, wrapping an arm around my waist.
Grinning, I raised his hand in victory while he held up his title. It wasn't long before the rest of the NXT roster came barreling down the ramp and celebrated with him inside the ring.
Seth was the new NXT Champion, and I was damn proud of him.
I smiled reminiscently as I lightly traced my fingers across the black and gold plates on Seth's title. He'd kept a tight grip on it these past four months, and yet, I couldn't help but wonder how much longer they'd let him hold it now that he was on the main roster.
"Rubbing it for good luck?" Seth chuckled behind me.
"Damn, you caught me," I pouted, innocently batting my lashes as I held the belt up.
"Don't worry, I'll let you off the hook this time… maybe," he smirked, taking it out of my hands and placing it on his shoulder.
"So what's the plan for Raw, smartass?" I inquired playfully, standing to up and making my way over to the hotel bed before collapsing on it.
"We're going after the company's precious golden boy: John Cena," Seth spat his name and clenched his fists.
I snorted. "Wow, you really don't like him, do you?"
"What's to like?" he asked rhetorically, taking a seat beside me. "He's the biggest injustice in this company as of late and he has to be dealt with… swiftly."
"Good point, we going after anyone else before TLC?"
"We haven't discussed that yet, but you can bank on them getting a taste of the Shield's wrath. Speaking of TLC, how does it feel to know you'll be competing in technically your first pay-per-view match in Brooklyn?"
"I still can't believe it," I replied breathlessly. "Brooklyn's my home and I'm so fucking ready to take those dickheads down in front of all my fans. Well, assuming I still have fans."
"You're kidding, right?" Seth snickered. "I don't know if you've checked your Twitter lately, but all of your fans have been going nuts over your brawl with AJ and that promo you cut. I think you'll be very pleased to know that a good amount of them are still on your side."
"Lovely. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna catch some much needed Z's. I need all the energy I can get this week."
Raw
Newark, New Jersey
December 10th, 2012
Prudential Center
"Ladies, I'm sure you know why I've called you both into my office tonight," Vickie said, her tone frosty as she stared at AJ and myself.
"You've finally come to your senses and decided to fire this skank?" AJ retorted.
"AJ, what are you even doing here? Did someone leave your cage open?" I shot back venomously. "Or better yet, I'm surprised you even showed up after I beat the living hell out of you last week."
"Don't push your luck, Monroe," she sneered, marching forward so that she and I were basically in each other's faces. "You have no idea who're you're messing with."
"Nah, I think I do," I answered snidely. "You're the new notch in John Cena's belt. How's that going, by the way? Has he finally gotten fed up with your whiny ass? I mean, I don't like the man, but kicking you to the curb would be the best decision he's made all year."
"EXCUSE ME!" Vickie screamed, enabling me to instantly clamp my hands over my ears. "Both of you will calm down this instant or else there will be serious consequences! Valentina, you're already in enough trouble because of your actions last week as are your boys, so I suggest you calm down and listen to what I have to say!" She paused to clear her throat before giving us a stern look. "Since you two want to tear each other apart so badly, and since you're so hell-bent on revolutionizing this division, Valentina, tonight, for the first time in WWE history, you two will be competing in a Last Diva Standing match."
"Marvelous," I replied haughtily, and turned to AJ. "I look forward to kicking your ass again, in your own home state, no less."
I found myself whistling the Kill Bill theme again as I pushed the door open to the boy's locker room, unable to contain the excitement that flowed through my body.
"Didn't know you were a Tarantino fan, Vee," Dean chuckled.
"I love his work, buts that's not why I was whistling that song," I said, a sinister smile crossing my lips. "Remember how I said that I intended changing this division? Well, let's just say that change starts tonight."
"You're talking in riddles again, baby girl," Roman said, cocking a brow.
"Are you competing in a bra and panties match or something?" Dean teased, licking his lips. "Cause that's something I'd personally love to see."
"Ambrose, would it kill you to apply your damn filter just once?!" Seth exclaimed irritably, before turning to me. "Seriously though, Vee, what the hell are you talking about? For the love of all that is holy, please tell me Dean's wrong and you're not really going to be in a bra and panties match…."
"HELL NO!" I exclaimed. "As much as I love and respect a lot of the former Divas that have competed in such matches, namely Lita and Candice Michelle, I'm not here to get stripped down to my underwear, I'm here to do what I love and make an impact. I'm going up against AJ tonight in a Last Diva Standing match."
"WHAT?!" Seth and Roman thundered, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
"Damn, you really aren't fucking around," Dean said with a smirk.
"So, I take it you won't be helping us attack Cena then?" Seth questioned, crossing his arms.
"Relax man, we can handle him," Roman assured him before giving me a grin. "It's not every day we get to witness our baby girl bring the Divas division to its knees."
"Pretty sure you did last week," I said jokingly. "All kidding aside, I intend on getting AJ and the rest of the Divas to open their eyes tonight."
The next couple hours of Raw consisted of Vince making a match between Vickie and AJ, to which Vickie had won thanks to Brad Maddox being the referee and refusing to start the count when AJ tried to pin Vickie, R-Truth picking up a win against Wade Barrett, Damien Sandow and Cody Rhodes winning the Fatal Four Way Elimination Match against Primo and Epico, the Prime Time Players, and The Usos, Eve beat Alicia Fox, Punk and Heyman came out and informed everyone of Punks injury and that he'd be watching us take on Team Hell No and Ryback at TLC, Sheamus defeated Dolph Ziggler via DQ, Alberto Del Rio defeated Zack Ryder, and Cesaro picked up the win against Kolfi Kingston.
I exited the bathroom as Miz was doing another pointless edition of Miz TV and smoothed my hands over my ring gear: a black cropped one shoulder long sleeved top with leather paneling across the top of the bust and across the waist with black mesh overlay, black leather shorts, black fishnets, black combat boots, black fingerless gloves with heart cut-outs, and a black velvet choker with a silver heart in the center around my neck. My hair was in a half updo with three braids adorning both sides. My lips were coated in dark red lipstick and I'd gone with my signature smokey look for my eyes.
"Good luck out there tonight."
I turned my head to the side and came face to face with the Hybrid Diva herself, Kaitlyn. As much as I hated to admit it, she and Nattie were probably the only girls I respected out of the whole locker room. This was mostly due to the fact that seemed to put at least some –if not the most- effort in their matches.
"Thanks, Kaitlyn," I said earnestly. "That's surprisingly sweet of you. I would've thought you'd be giving me shit for beating the holy hell out of your best friend for what, the third time?"
"In case you haven't noticed, she and I aren't exactly friends anymore," she said with a sigh. "I tried to be there for her, I really did, but all I got was multiple slaps for it."
"That's not your fault either, and you're better off without her," I replied. "Look, I've got to head to the gorilla, but it was nice talking to you."
She nodded. "Same here. Kick her ass."
Hey you know you're lockin' lips with a libertine?
Hey did you know you're knockin' hips with a killer queen?
Another victim of my method of seduction
I made you look but you never saw me comin'
Pushing the curtain aside, I strutted down the ramp and if it was possible the boos were even louder this time. Then again, this was AJ's hometown and it was clear they were pissed at me for what I did to her last week. However, I truly didn't give a rat's ass.
"This is a Last Diva Standing match!" Justin Roberts announced. "Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York: Valentina Monroe!"
"Well, we're surely in for a treat tonight!" Jerry said excitedly.
"Can you believe it? A Last Diva Standing match!" Cole exclaimed before looking over at the barricades. "And of course, the Shield are here at ringside."
"That honestly doesn't surprise me," Jerry snorted. "They've got to support their girl after all."
I leaned against the turnbuckles with a sickly sweet smile on my face and cracked my knuckles. This match was either gonna be my rise or my downfall. I had something to prove tonight. I had to prove that I wasn't your average cookie cutter Diva, I was a woman wrestler. And if I had to beat AJ black and blue in order to prove that point, then so be it.
Let's light it up!
Light it up, Light it up!
Light it tonight, let's light it up!
Like shooting stars are burning light up the sky!
The crowd cheered as AJ came skipping down the ramp and she tossed them all a grin.
"And her opponent, from Union City, New Jersey: AJ Lee!"
AJ had barely been in the ring five seconds before I sprinted towards her and took her down with a Spear. The ref signaled for the timekeeper to ring the bell, promptly starting the match.
After landing some good blows, I snatched her up by the hair and tossed her into one of the turnbuckles. I retaliated with two elbow shots to her face before being caught off guard when she propelled her knee into my stomach. I stumbled backwards with a gasp and she used this to her advantage, grabbing the end of my ponytail and chucking me face first into the turnbuckles.
"SHIT!" I growled as her arm struck me in the throat with a ferocious clothesline. AJ then backed away from me and giggled before taking a moment to glance at the crowd with an arrogant smile on her face. She backed up against the opposite turnbuckle, prepared to charge towards me again.
I saw this as a window of opportunity and I took it, hurling my body in her direction and delivering a clothesline. I unleashed an enraged scream as she got up and followed up with two more clotheslines before bouncing off the ropes and locking my legs around her neck, flinging her to the mat with a headscissors takedown.
Much to my chagrin, AJ managed to get to up after a few seconds passed and staggered back into the turnbuckles, rubbing her neck and groaning in pain. Shaking my head, I ran towards her… only to receive an elbow to my jaw.
I didn't even have a chance to bounce back because AJ draped her leg around my neck and hooked her leg over my left leg, trapping me in the Black Widow.
"Tap out, Monroe!" AJ shouted before looking at the ref. "Ask her! Ask her NOW!"
"What do you say, Valentina?" the ref asked.
"N-No!" I managed to gasp out as AJ's leg wound tighter around my neck.
"Valentina is in serious trouble right now," Cole said.
"She better find some way to break out of the Black Widow or AJ's gonna win this!" Jerry exclaimed.
"Valentina, you can do it! You've got this, sweetheart!" I weakly lifted my head to see that Seth was now leaning against the apron, relentlessly hitting it with his fists and staring at me an encouraging grin. That was all the incentive I needed to snatch AJ's ankle and, with all the strength I could muster, lifted it off my neck and thrust my elbow into her gut, forcing her off me.
I teetered towards the turnbuckles and clambered to the top. Crouching down, I waited until AJ was on her feet again before I dove off, delivering an arm drag as I grabbed her arm and flipped her over on to the canvas.
Ten minutes went by and during that time AJ and I had really gone out of our way to beat the shit out of each other, with AJ whipping me into the steel steps and the barricade, me hitting her with a reverse frakensteiner onto a steel chair, and me taking said steel chair and putting it between us when she went for a crossbody. The crowd was going nuts, chanting "Holy Shit!" and "This Is Awesome!" as they witnessed the most physical Divas match in years.
AJ laid outside the ring in unmitigated agony, with the chair beside her; the result of her wedging the chair into the corner and her charging face first into it after I moved out of the way. It wasn't until the ref had counted to eight that AJ grabbed onto the apron for dear life and ineptly regained her footing.
Scowling, I rolled out of the ring and delivered a kick to her stomach before executing Sin City, sending her spiraling into the steel steps with a loud crash.
I rolled back into the ring as the ref began count again. I felt my lips curl into an ardent smile once I saw that she was completely knocked out. He finally got to ten and called for the bell before raising my arm up in victory.
"Here is your winner: Valentina Monroe!"
"That was insane!" Cole shouted, clearly still in shock after everything that'd just happened. "I can only imagine how Cena feels after watching this."
"He's probably going out of his mind!" Jerry said. "One thing's for sure though, Valentina's a woman of her word and the Divas division has just gotten a wake-up call."
As soon as we were back in the locker room, I collapsed on the bench, unable to block out the inevitable pain that racked my body.
"Here, this should help a little." Seth came into the room with a big bag of ice and carefully sat me up and draped it over my shoulder, emitting a hiss from me as it came in contact with my aching muscles.
"You did incredible out there, Valentina," Roman said, lightly patting me on the shoulder.
"You were fucking awesome!" Dean yelled enthusiastically. "You brought the pain to AJ Lee tonight and without a doubt scared all those other girls shitless."
"One of the many reasons why I'm here," I replied derisively and glanced over at the monitor to see that John Cena was going for an Attitude Adjustment on Big Show. "I think that's your cue!"
"Go, go, go, go!" Seth commanded urgently, ushering Dean and Rome out the door before turning to me one last time.
"I'm so fucking proud of you sweetheart, I just wanted you to know," he murmured, swiftly kissing my cheek before bolting out of the room and leaving me in a perplexed state yet again.
Another groan left my lips as I pushed the bag of ice off me and glanced down at the multitude of bruises that covered my abs, my arms, and possibly my back. Then, using all the energy I could convoke, I limped over to my bag, reached inside, and took out my phone. I took a selfie and pics of my bruises before uploading them.
TheKillerQueenOfWWE: For anyone that thinks what we do here is all smoke and mirrors… this is proof that it's anything but. I promised you all a change, and tonight was a preview of coming events. #LastDivaStanding #Attitude Era #BringItOnGirls #WelcomeToMyKingdom
"Wakey wakey, my Queen," Seth murmured, gently stroking some hair out of my face, letting his fingers graze my cheek.
"Rollins, you better have a fucking good reason for waking my ass up this early," I grumbled, before yawning and opening my eyes. I gasped quietly once I saw that Seth had ordered room service for me, having laid out a tray on my lap with a metal covered plate, a glass of orange juice, and a bowl of fresh fruit.
He took the metal cover off to reveal an omelette filled with cheese, ham and tomatoes, three waffles with a side of syrup and butter, bacon, and hash browns.
"Seth…. This…. This looks and smells incredible," I said breathlessly. "This is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me, thank you."
"Anytime, gorgeous," he replied, ruffling my hair. "You deserve it after giving the WWE Universe one hell of a match last night. We've got a couple hours before we have to be on the road, so just take your time and relax."
When I was done eating, I slid my legs out of bed and pulled on my Bugs Bunny slippers and rubbed my eyes again as I trudged over to my suitcase. After ten minutes of rummaging I settled on a black leather studded cropped jacket, burgundy colored torn skinny jeans, a black flowy racerback tank that said The Pretty Reckless Going To Hell (my all-time favorite band), black platform knee high boots with buckles on both sides, a silver choker embellished with pearly beads and antique-style cross charms, cross earrings, and black lace fingerless gloves.
I took a quick shower and left my makeup light and left my hair in loose waves. Lucky for us, the drive from Newark to Bridgeport was only an hour and a half so the guys had enough time to get their daily workout in before we checked out.
Smackdown taping
December 11th, 2012
Bridgeport, Connecticut
Webster Bank Arena
"The Queen has arrived in Bridgeport!" I said cockily as I climbed out of the backseat of our rental car.
"And here she comes to wreck the daaaayyyy!" Dean yelled tauntingly, giving me a playful shove.
"Fuck you, Ambrose!" I snapped, shoving him back and crossing my arms.
"You've already had my answer to that statement, darlin'," he replied cheekily as we approached one of the security guys, who promptly let us in after showing him our badges.
It didn't take long for us to put our next plan in motion once we'd changed into our gear. Phase one of tonight's plan was to take out Randy Orton. We'd bided our time for an hour or so into the show before tracking him down, and let's just say the odds were NOT in Randy's favor when we did….
"Come on, Randy! Come on!" Seth spat as we incessantly stomped on and kicked him as he helplessly lied on a broken table. Seth continued to yell at him as Roman pulled him up and mercilessly headbutted him. That was all it took to efficaciously knock Randy unconscious. Seth wore a proud smirk as he clapped Roman on the chest twice before Dean gestured for us to leave.
One down, three more to go.
We patiently sat backstage watching yet another Miz TV segment on one of the monitors. The Miz stood in the middle of the ring, looking cockier than ever as he brought the mic to his lips, "Welcome to the must see WWE talk show in history, welcome to Miz TV! Now everyone in the WWE universe knows I'm not one to shy away from controversy and the most controversial individuals in the WWE are a rogue unit known as The Shield: Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, Valentina Monroe, and Roman Reigns. These three NXT upstarts have been wreaking havoc all over WWE all in the name of righting what they perceive as 'injustices'."
"He's really asking for it now," I growled through gritted teeth.
"All in good time, Vee," Seth said, tapping the camera he held in his hand.
I stubbornly nodded in response and stared back at the screen as Miz introduced his guests for tonight: Kane and Daniel Bryan. Kane's pyro went off and both men made their way to the ring and stood in front of Miz.
"Daniel, I'll start with you," Miz began. "Since I've known you, since you started in the WWE, how does it feel…?"
"Wait, wait, wait!" Daniel interjected. "Hold up. How did it feel? Who are you, Oprah?! Kane and I have been in anger management for months talking about our feelings and the time for talk is over. Now it's time for action, and on Sunday, all that anger that they say I have will be unleashed with tables, with ladders, with chairs, all over The Shield until they are lying in this ring begging for the pain to stop! And when they're begging, do you know what I'm gonna say to them, Miz?"
"No, I…."
"I'm gonna say NO," Daniel said determinedly. "NO! NO!" he chanted wiliest the crowd just chanted "YES!"
"The Shield made the biggest mistakes of their lives by attacking us because the end result is that Daniel and I are finally on the same page and that's bad news for everyone else," Kane snarled. "See now that Daniel has discovered his inner monster we ARE unstoppable. And we WILL use tables!"
"YES!" Daniel shouted.
"We WILL use ladders!"
"YES!"
"We will use chairs!"
"YES!"
"And we will love EVERY single second of it!"
"YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!"
"It's show time," Seth whispered, hitting the 'on' button on the camera and handed it to Dean, who aimed it at all four of us.
"So sorry to interrupt fellas," I said scornfully and laid my head on Seth's shoulder. "I'm Valentina Monroe."
"I'm Dean Ambrose," Dean said and pointed the camera at Seth.
"Seth Rollins here!"
"Roman Reigns."
"We are The Shield!" Dean sneered. "And we've been listening to you two make your empty threats, and if you wanna find out what happens when you threaten The Shield, ask Randy Orton!"
"Justice!" Seth piped up. "Justice is what happens! We are the harbingers of justice in WWE, and you two and Ryback are three of the main perpetrators of injustice and we have dealt with you swiftly and efficiently."
"Your actions… they forced our hand," Roman said.
"Oh, Danny boy!" I jeered. "You really think you're all big and bad just because you've got the devil's favorite demon backing you up?"
"And what about you, Kane?" Roman asked. "You went from a monster… to a helpless victim. The Shield did that!"
"Just forty-eight hours!" Dean yelled. "At TLC, The Shield brings the sword! And justice… will be served."
"Why wait til Sunday?" Kane asked. The four of us laughed and Dean handed the camera to Roman.
"Finally… something we agree on."
He set the camera down and we left the room and walked down the hallway until we came to the door that lead to the upper levels of the arena. Roman pushed it open and we walked out and stood behind a few fans.
Kane and Daniel spent a good minute or two frantically searching for us before Daniel spotted us. The spot light gave away our location as we stared down at them with smug grins. Dean gestured for us to split up, so he and Seth went to one side of the arena while Roman and I took the other. We'd gotten halfway down the steps before our third opponent deiced to "grace" us with his prescence.
FEED. ME. MORE!
"GODDAMMIT!" I screamed, stamping my foot in irritation and furiously raking my hands through my hair as Ryback darted down the ramp. Roman stopped dead in his tracks as did Seth and Dean. We didn't plan for this and there was no way we were going to risk putting ourselves in harm's way before TLC.
"We've got to back down," I said dejectedly, looking at Roman. "We'll get them on Sunday."
"You're right, baby girl," Roman mumbled, linking his arm with mine as we turned and walked back up the stairs, Seth and Dean copied our actions. We glared down at them as Ryback lead a "FEED ME MORE!" chant.
"Enjoy that while you can!" I screamed murderously, leaning over the railing. "But this Sunday, we WILL be standing tall, and you three will be stretchered out of the building!"
I woke up feeling more driven than ever the following morning. Luckily for us, we didn't have a ton of house shows and appearances to do prior to TLC, which meant we were able to book another suite in Florida and headed down to the Performance Center in the meantime to squeeze in as much training as possible.
For my training gear I settled on a black cropped t-shirt that said Support Women's Wrestling, black and white track shorts with The Pretty Reckless logo on them, and black and white Puma sneakers. I gathered my hair into a messy ponytail and pulled on my Harley Quinn snapback before loading my water bottle, some extra clothes, and my phone into my Harley Quinn backpack.
The boys were waiting for me in the lobby so I'd abruptly sent them a quick text saying I'd be right down in order to avoid Dean nagging me again. Then I hauled ass out the door and into the elevator around the corridor. I was in the elevator for about ten seconds before I looked down and noticed my shoelace was untied. Letting out an exasperated sigh, I knelt down and began to re-tie it.
"Need a hand there, sweetheart?"
My chin was suddenly tilted up and it took every bit of self-control I had not to faint at the sight before me. Seth was in the elevator with me. It was just the two of us. His hair hung in a low man bun… and he was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts.
I leisurely stood up, my gaze never leaving his as I did so. He raised his hand, and using his middle and index finger, he lightly traced my lips. His fingers lingered on my bottom lip for a few seconds before he leaned in… and kissed me. It wasn't a small peck either. No. This kiss was so heated I barely had time to react.
His tongue slid across my bottom lip, asking for entrance and I granted it to him, grasping his biceps as he deepened the kiss. His tongue explored every crevice of my mouth has his hands cupped my jaw. Part of me wanted to tell him stop… just pause for a minute so I could wrap my head around this.
And yet I didn't, because the other part of me wanted him to keep going….
Seth suddenly broke the kiss and stared at me, his brown orbs now a deep shade of lust as he took hold of my hands and brought them above my head, emitting a whimper from me.
"I can't tell you how long I've waited to do this, Valentina," he murmured against my neck as he kissed and bit it.
"OH, FUCK!" I cried out once his teeth lightly nibbled on my pulse.
"I thought you'd never ask," he chuckled against my throat. He took my hat off and pulled my shirt over my head, my black sports bra quickly following.
He licked his lips as he took in the sight of my ample C cups. He kneaded them in his hands, causing me to moan quietly. He then lowered his head and feathered kisses down my neck until he reached my bare breasts.
"So goddamn beautiful," he murmured against my right nipple before latching onto it, kissing and licking it while his hand caressed my left breast. He removed his mouth from my breast seconds later and grazed my sternum piercing with his tongue, making me whimper and arch against him. He lowered his left hand against the small of my back before he continued the same sweet torture on my left breast.
"Oh, Seth," I moaned, my eyes rolling back in ecstasy while my nails scraped the wall behind me.
He gave me a salacious grin as he kissed the valley of my breasts. "Are you ready for me, sweetheart?"
"Y-Yes," I whined, rolling my hips into him. That was all it took. He slipped a hand inside my shorts and rubbed my panty covered slit and chuckled lowly. "You're soaked, Vee. Let's see if you taste as sweet as I imagined."
"Oh… my… fucking… God… S-Seth…. p-please," I whimpered as his fingers plunged into my core and moved at a tortuously slow pace.
"That's it, sweetheart," he whispered huskily. "Let go... Cum for me…"
It was then that I knew that this was too good to be true. There was no way this was really happening.
"T-This isn't real," I gasped, grinding my hips against his fingers, the coil in my stomach tightening. Another guttural moan spilled from my lips as he rubbed my swollen clit.
"It can be, Vee," he breathed in my ear, tenderly peppering kisses across my jaw. "It can be."
The bell on the elevator suddenly dinged, snapping me back to reality. My face was flushed, sweat covered my forehead... and my panties were soaked.
To top it all off, the elevator doors opened to reveal none other than the man I just had a borderline x-rated daydream about.
"Hey you," he greeted me. "I was just on my way up to see what was keeping you. Are you okay? You look a little… dazed."
"Just somewhat nervous for TLC I guess," I lied, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck.
"Don't be, we've got this. They don't have a chance," he said reassuringly and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Now, let's let down to business, shall we?"
I grinned at him. "Lead the way, Rollins." Although I was grinning on the outside, the only thing on my mind was…
WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!
A/N: Hope you all had a great Christmas and I wish you a very Happy New Year!