The Club Sandwich Shoppe

a/n i: hey, cap here! I had this in a notebook and I don't think I have ever shown it to caylendar, but for some reason, I felt the need to type it up now and add it to Intern Eve's verse of stories. This follows caylendar's story 'It's A Yak!' Also, early birthday wishes to our favorite Intern as she is about to turn 3 years old this month!

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AJ Styles was in hell.

Not literal hell run by Satan that was 1,000 degrees and just below the orient, where demons drove slaves through tortuous and laborious tasks.

No, AJ Styles wasn't in that hell. No, this was a hell created by a certain crazed intern.

"Hey Mom, can we stop and by a sandwich?" exclaimed a little boy. The little boy and his mother stopped where they were headed and came over to the small sandwich shop. The little boy looked at the man behind the counter before squinting at him and asking, "Aren't you AJ Styles? Why are you working at a sandwich stand?"

AJ had an answer that started and ended with a certain leopard print wearing Intern, but as he gritted his teeth together and was about to answer did Anderson and Gallows appear.

"Hey kid, I'm Tommy the Tomato!" grumbled Anderson with false cheer. AJ shook his head in shame while also being incredibly embarrassed by what the man was wearing. Karl's costume was that of a plump, bright red tomato and horrendously oversized Mickey Mouse gloves.

This couldn't get any worse, AJ thought to himself.

But, oh did it.

"Did you know tomatoes are excellent sources of Vitamins C and K, so be sure to put them on your sandwich!"

As AJ silently and invisibly facepalmed, he noticed Gallows off to the side. The tall man was glumly looking at the ground. Then the Phenomenal One saw what Luke was wearing. Similar to Anderson's getup, Gallows had an elongated green costume on with dark emerald leggings. The man was dressed as a giant pickle!

The WWE Champion sighed. Somewhere along the line, the three had pissed off someone who had a nag for leopard print and was not the sanest of interns. By the way, how was she still an intern? She'd been interning for WWE forever, shouldn't she be graduating and have a full-time job by now? Or were they all just stuck in a constant time loop? Sure, wrestling felt like that sometimes, but was Intern Eve actually the puppet master of them all? Was she a higher power than Vince that was toying with them and controlling their lives? Or was she just perpetually ageless and as long as she kept making them money she would be around?

AJ's brain started to hurt. He was trying to apply logic to where there was none.

"Yoohoo boys!" AJ snapped out of his reverie as the young woman who had caused them to work in this diabolical establishment waved at the three of them. He hated her for convincing the hire-ups that this would a good PR move to showcase how he, Gallows and Anderson were men who wanted to help support their community and give back.

AJ thanked his lucky stars this was his first run-in with the Intern that Ambrose, Rollins, and Reigns had often deemed as crazy. For some reason, she usually took a liking to torture those three, but apparently he, Gallows and Anderson was her latest obsession.

Surprisingly at this moment, she was flanked by Rollins and Ambrose. Today, they must not have been too afraid of her crazy since they were following her closely.

"Hello, sir? You in there?" asked the Mom as she waved a hand in front of AJ's face before he regained his focus on the mother and son in front of him. "Can we please get those two club sandwiches I asked for?"

AJ sighed as he looked over at his boys, excuse me his vegetables, who were now entertaining the young lad.

"Of course ma'am," AJ grumbled, "$9.99 for both sandwiches and it's ready faster than you can say, Beat Up John Cena!"

How had AJ gone so wrong and ended up here?

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Where had Intern Eve gone so right with this revenge plan of hers?

Everywhere, duh.

Sure, the costume store didn't have the lettuce costume like she had originally wanted, but they had that pickle one and it worked wonders on Gallows.

When she told Ambrose and Rollins of her exploits, they were shocked beyond belief that she wasn't torturing them and Roman for once in her existence. Intern Eve's thirst for revenge against the Club for eating her cake was greater this day than her desire to exploit the Shield to make the company as much money as possible.

"It's the Bullet Club Sandwich Shoppe," exclaimed Intern Eve boldly and proudly so everyone could hear her in the surrounding area. Then her face darkened and fell to just a whisper that only Dean and Seth heard, "This is why you don't fuck with Intern Even by eating her cake."

Dean and Seth took a big step away from the feisty intern before looking on in awe and being thankful they weren't involved in the crazed intern's scheme for once in their lives. All seemed to be well and good until Gallows began to approach them.

Out of nowhere, Seth started screaming bloody murder and running around like a chicken with his head cut off as Gallows chased him around trying to ask him about getting a new Seth Rollins t-shirt for one of his nephews.

"What's wrong with Rollins?" questioned Intern Even confused by the high flyer's screams of bloody murder.

Dean, who was bent over laughing hysterically, stopped and composed himself. "Seth hates pickles, despises 'em. So to see a giant one in person must have overloaded his brain or something. I don't say this often, but your awesome Intern Eve."

"Thank you, Mr. Ambrose. You aren't half bad yourself just don't ever betray me by eating my cake or doing something stupid like that other brother of yours then I won't have to send you to Antarctica."

"You know you ruined the moment just now, right?" questioned the wrestler as he saw the intern just shrug one shoulder, "Also speaking of Roman, where is he? Last I saw him, he was trying to feed Ivan's Yak and that other monster you created for him."

Intern Eve shrugged nonchalantly, "Eh, who knows? Well, I hate to torture and run, but the New Day asked me to help them with their latest pancake recipe. Catch ya' later!"

With that, Intern Eve bid her adieu. Dean chewed on a thought for a second, maybe Intern Eve wasn't so bad after all. Then he looked around at his surroundings to see the Bullet Club Sandwich Shoppe and a traumatized Seth still running away from Gallows. He sighed shaking his head and going to go wrangle his tag team partner.

Nope, Intern Eve was the devil and WWE was her playground.