So sorry for taking so long to update. I gave in and subscribed to Hulu Plus. So I've been doing nothing but watching NXT and FCW hoping to learn more about Rollins, only to fall in love with Dean Ambrose. He's insane, but I love it. Don't worry, that isn't changing this story around, just giving me ideas for more stories. In this chapter, I wrote about a meeting before Raw that leads up to Payback. I'm not going to write about Payback, we all know what happens, but I will be my own ideas for story lines after. I won't be following what's going on in the shows right now except what's going on with Christian, The Usos, and The Shield, and that's only until I bring in the Wyatt Family. So here is chapter 7.

"You did what?!" Saraya's voice yelled through Cassie's phone. Cassie laughed.

"I acted all crazy and said some really stupid shit. It was a quite the show," she walked around backstage before a taping.

"Did anybody tape it!?" Tom yelled out in the background.

"No, but I'm sure everyone will be talking about it for awhile," she turned the corner and looked around. She didn't remember this hallway.

"Oh man I wish I was there for that. I don't think I would have been able to keep a straight face." Cassie could hear him laughing.

"Next time I see you guys I will reenact it for you."

"Which will be when?" Saraya got back into the conversation.

"Um," Cassie turned another corner. "They are giving us July 4th off. Some of the guys are heading home after the Smackdown taping. I think I'm going to go with them. Maybe I can stop in for NXT…"

"That would be amazing!" Saraya yelled again. Cassie pulled her phone away from her ear. "We all miss you terribly! None of the new interns live up to your randomness!"

Cassie chuckled.

"Did I really make that much of an impact?"

"Dude, Dusty doesn't even like them," Tom said. "He's actually gotten rid of a few."

"I'm sure they will find somebody," Cassie stopped walking and looked around the arena.

"I don't want somebody new!" Saraya yelled again. "I want you back!"

"Oh Saraya, are you secretly in love with me?" She continued to look around. She should have been near the gorilla. She needed to tell people about the emergency meeting. She also noticed that Saraya hadn't answered her question.

"Yes," Saraya said innocently. Both Cassie and Tom busted out laughing. Cassie never thought the Anti-Diva would ever be her friend. Cassie is a huge fan of her, but soon meeting each other, they were pretty much the same person.

"Aw I love you to, but we are at a time in our lives that we just need to move on. I will never forget you I promise and….I think I'm lost."

"Way to go. Here I am confessing my undying love to you…" Cassie heard someone calling for Paige and Baron Corbin. "And we have to go. Let us know about the 4th alright?"

"Alright. Talk to ya later," she hung her phone and put it in her pocket. "How the hell did I pull this one off?" She turned around and started to head back the way she came.

She turned a corner rather quickly, paying more attention to the walls, and collided into somebody.

"OW!" She said, almost falling to the floor. A hand grabbed her arm, pulling her back up.

"Alright?"

Cassie looked up to see Stu Bennett (Wade Barrett) standing in front of her in his gear. She felt her face heat up as she jumped away from him

"I'm so sorry! Are you ok!? I didn't hurt you did I!?" She freaked out. She just ran into her wrestling crush, not that she didn't have a few of them.

"N…" he tried saying, his arm falling to his side.

"Oh my God! I didn't hurt your elbow did I!? Please tell me I didn't!"

"N…" he tried again.

"Just what I need is to hurt a wrestler! Stupid Cassie stupid!"

"If you would let me speak," he interrupted her fighting with herself. Cassie snapped her mouth shut. She stood up straight, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No reason to be rude," she scowled at him.

"Rude?" His eyebrows raised, shocked that she would accuse him of that. "You are the one who ran into me and you aren't allowing me to speak!"

"Well it wasn't like you made a noise to tell me you were there," she waved her arm, pointing out the obvious to him. "Why are you being so sneaky anyways? Are you stalking me?" She placed her hands on her hips.

"What?!"

"I totally wouldn't mind," she smiled up at him. He looked at her, a dumbfounded look on his face.

"You," he pointed at her. "Are barking."

"No actually, completely sane. Just messing with you to make this a little less awkward," she held up her right hand, showing little space between her thumb and her pointer finger.

"You do realize you made it more awkward."

"Nope. So really, I didn't hurt you right?"

"I'm a brick wall compared to you. Are you alright?"

"Pfft," she waved her hands in front of her. "I'm fine, just really really embarrassed that I ran into you."

"No need to be embarrassed. It happens to the best of us. Where are you going anyway? There is a meeting that we should be getting to."

"I uh….got…..lost," she said slowly, scratching at her head.

"How do you get lost in an arena with signs everywhere?" He pointed at a sign on the wall that read Meeting room 2 and an arrow pointing to the right. Cassie looked at it, sort of squinting her eyes for no reason.

"Oh…well….I," she pointed at the sign. "Didn't see that. Wow I'm an idiot."

"Idiot, no. Weird, yes."

"And I," she pointed at him. "Take that as a compliment. Well seeing that we are headed to the same place, would you like to join me for a walk. Talk about your storyline for a bit."

"Alright," he shrugged his shoulders. The two then started to walk the way the arrows were pointing. "What is it you would like to know?" He looked down at her.

"Are you happy with it?" She held her arms behind her back.

"Does it really matter?"

"Maybe not to the rest of Creative, but it is to me."

"Really?" He asked a bit shocked. Creative never really cared about the wrestler's opinion unless it was in their favor.

"Really. As a huge fan of you, they are burying your character. As a Creative member, they are burying the Intercontinental Championship. I mean really, you haven't won a match since Wrestlemania."

"The day after."

"Which was an excellent match from both you and The Miz. One of my favorite parts of Raw."

"Thank You," he bowed his head slightly.

"No problem. I jumped up and down on my bed when you won the belt back. I like gold around your waist," she smiled up at him. Stu shook his head smirking.

"They don't think I'm a fit Champion."

"Anybody can make a fit Champion. All they have to do is book it right. As long as the two competitors are good at wrestling, they can make it. Make the matches longer. If they are smart, they would take the belt off of you and put in it on The Miz, and build the story line up a bit. Then in a strong match, like that Raw, put the belt back on you. Then let you actually win matches after."

They two turned a corner and saw the room that they needed to be in. A few of the superstars hung outside before they were called in.

"Well I'm hoping that they listen to you," he looked back down at her.

"They won't. I'm stuck on jobber territory until they see fit," Cassie looked at his left hand. She noticed the infinity symbol on his ring finger. "You actually did that?" She pointed at his tattoo. Stu looked down at it.

"Yes," he smiled looking at it. "My wife Kristi has one to."

"Damn. I was hoping that was all made up. I was going to marry you."

Stu looked at her again, a raised eyebrow.

"You don't know me."

"Hello. You are British. You're automatically husband material. Which reminds me. Can you say Hello love?"

" Ello' love."

"Yeah," Cassie smiled dreamily. "Gets me every time."

Stu laughed shaking his head as he walked away from her. Paul noticed her, and walked over to her.

"Oh my main man," she said. "Are we going to run away together?"

"No," he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "I need to talk to you."

"About how we are going to run away to Vegas and get married right?"

"Didn't you just tell Bennett you wanted to marry him?" He laughed, looking at her.

"Hey, sharing is caring," Cassie smiled a huge grin. Paul rolled his eyes.

"Anyways, I need you to do me a favor."

"Anything for you."

"I'm touched. We will be talking about changes that will be happening for this weekend at Payback. I need you to be opinionated about it."

"Aren't I always?"

"Well yeah, but these are some top story lines. For you to get pushed up to Steph's level, you need to show your opinion."

"I'm not going to get fired am I?"

"No. Steph and I have your back."

"Why do I feel like I'm not going to like the changes that are being made?"

"You aren't," he started to walk them towards the room. "Trust me."

Within a few minutes the roster sat in a room with Cassie, Stephanie, Paul, Eric, and Vince. Eric was talking about the going ons for Payback. Cassie was reading the papers in front of her, and like Paul said, she wasn't very happy. It looked like they were just throwing people in belt matches for the hell of it.

"So any questions?" Eric asked looking at everyone. Cassie's hand shot in the air.

"What the hell?!" She said looking at him. "This is complete crap!"

Paul gave her a thumbs up, behind Eric's back of course. Some of the wrestlers looked at each other.

"Who the hell is Curtis Axel to get put into the Intercontinental light? He's had a total of what 5 matches?" She pointed at the paper. "Oh and let's make it even more predictable and let him win because it's father's day."

"His father was a Champion," Heyman butted in.

"So?" She looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Don't get me wrong," she looked at Joe (Curtis Axel). "Your dad was an amazing champion, but you aren't him. Your character needs to be built up before you get a shot at a belt." She looked back at Eric.

"And what would you like for us to do?" Eric asked.

"Keep it between Barrett and Miz. Put the belt on The Miz. He gets a reaction out of the crowd. Make their feud better by longer matches and promos."

Vince leaned back in his chair, contemplating what she was saying.

"And why the hell would The Shield, who has knocked off Cena, Ryback, Sheamus, Orton, and Big Show, only for them to loose to Christian and The Usos?"

"Can't be Champions forever," Eric snapped. He was getting really aggravated by her outgoing attitude.

"That's a load of crap and you know it," she leaned back in her chair. "CM Punk was champ for 434 days until that asshole Dwayne decided that he wanted to come back. Guess who wasn't here for his title run because he was to busy making crappy movies?"

"HAHAHA!" Jon started laughing. He was beginning to like this girl.

"The Shield is a good fraction. Stop making Rollins the bitch of the group and give them better matches and more promos. We don't see them enough." She threw the papers over her head, crossing her arms over her chest as the papers fell to the ground. "And please don't even get me started on how sick I am of seeing Super Cena win!" The room fell in complete silence. Cassie rubbed at her forehead. She was really pissed. These were things that she told them in her interview that they needed to change.

"Well," Vince leaned forward, placing his arms on the table. "Payback is set in stone. We will go back to the drawing board and see if we can fix some things. Let's have an excellent Raw," he got up, so did Eric, and they left the room.

"They aren't going to listen are they?" Cassie asked, turning to Paul and Steph.

"Probably not," Stephanie shook her head.

"UGGGHHHH," Cassie slammed her hands on the table. "Burying his own damn company! TNA has better story lines!" She got up and headed out of the meeting room.

Stephanie looked around the room, a bunch of the superstars still shocked at what just happened.

"Please don't get rid of her," Heyman said. "She's going to fix this mess that you people created."

Cassie sat on a crate, her thumbs pinching the corner of her eyes. Her foot tapped the side of the crate, making an odd noise. She didn't want to loose her cool back there, but Creative was being ridiculous when it came to booking people. NXT had better story lines. She didn't know if it was because there was a smaller roster, but NXT worked well with their talent.

"What the hell was that in there?"

Cassie looked up, seeing Phil sitting next to her.

"Lost composure."

"I like it. Do it more often. In fact, do it all the time. That was awesome," he smiled, pointing back towards the meeting room.

"What does it matter if they don't listen to me," she shrugged her shoulders. "I feel like I'm wasting my breath."

"If you keep yelling at them like that, they will listen," he place his hands on the crate leaning forward. "You made some valid points."

Cassie shook her head.

"I just don't understand. They know the problem. Just fix it. It isn't that hard."

"I'm going to let you in on a little secret," he leaned closer to her. She did the same. "They can careless about any opinions but their own," he whispered. "It's their way or the highway," the moved away from each other. "Vince is big on guys like Cena. You don't act like him or built like him, you aren't getting shit."

"Such bull shit," she sighed. "He isn't evan that great. He has his moments where he is funny as shit, but other than that…"

"Everyone knows that. Well except his little posse that he created."

"I feel like this is high school all over again."

"Welcome to the WWE. We preach about not bullying, but we bullying anybody who we feel doesn't fit with us," Phil said pointing at the ceiling.

"Oh so that's why I got water thrown at me," Cassie rolled her eyes.

"No," he pointed at her. "That was because you are a smart ass," he laughed. Cassie roller her eyes again, but smiled.

"I can't help it sometimes. It's how I grew up."

"Hey I like it. So do a lot of the other guys," he jumped down off the crate. "You're alright with me kid," he waved walking off. Cassie waved back, smiling. At least the second city saint had her back.

And scene! Don't worry all you Rollins fans. Cassie and him will get closer. I just don't want to rush into it. And to my friend Brian, Kristi will be in this story just not as a wrestler. Hope you guys like it and reviews are always nice.