"I can't believe you guys pulled this off," Ravyn laughs.
She's standing in front of the head seamstress who's making some adjustments to her new costume. Her long hair is tied up into a low bun with a black police cap on her head. A low cut crop top Police uniform shirt with a short black pleated skirt finish off the outfit. Dango pulls his sunglasses off and slips them onto her face. Dolph Ziggler walks up from around the corner and puts his arm around JJ's shoulders.
"Hey guys check out my new shirt!" He kisses her forehead then looks at the others. "Whoa, that came out really good."
Ravyn slides the glasses down her nose and peers over the mirrored lenses, smirking at Dolph. "New shirt huh?" She pauses. "Book him Dango!"
"Aww babe," JJ coos. "I love pink! Your new shirt is awesome!"
"Thanks," he tilts JJ's chin up to kiss her. Then he turns back to Ravyn, "So are you making your re-debut tonight?"
"Yeah, me and these goons are going to enforce some serious fashion laws," she tells him.
"And you're nearing the top of that list Ziggler," Tyler jokes cockily.
Dolph holds up his hands defensively and begins to back away slowly. JJ laughs and follows him down the hallway. Ravyn pulls her thick gel knee pads up to cover her kneecaps then begins lacing her Dr. Marten boots. She admires the new gear in the full length mirror and thanks the seamstress again for all of her hard work. Ravyn pins a silver badge to the hip of her skirt, officially making the uniform complete. She walks back to the locker room with Tyler and Dango. The boys change into their gear so they can be ready for the Main Event taping.
Dango looks at his partners and smiles. "I think you're missing something," his eye light up as an idea hits him. "Breeze," he slaps Tyler excitedly. "Give her some of your leg gimmicks!"
Tyler rummages through his gear bag and pulls out another pair of his fluffy leg tassels. He assists her with putting the black and grey strips of faux fur just below her kneepads covering all but the toes of her boots. He takes a step back and stands with Dango to admire the now truly completed outfit.
"You look amazing," Tyler tells her.
She blushes and says a quick thank you. Moments later the trio is heading toward gorilla for their tag team match against American Alpha. Breezango's music hits and Tyler walks out first with his selfie stick. Dango follows behind him closely. They stop at the top of the ramp and look back towards the curtain. Ravyn steps out and saunters her way between Dango and Tyler. The guys step to the side to give her center stage. Tyler leans in behind her wrapping one hand around her waist and holding the selfie stick in front of them. As their faces appear on the Titantron the crowd begins to boo wildly. He slips the handle of the fluffy selfie stick into her hand. As he moves away from he he makes a point to brush his hand across her hip. On their way down the ramp Tyler and Dango hand out tickets to unsuspecting, poorly dressed, fans. Ravyn cheers on the boys from ringside while they battle with American Alpha. Chad Gable manages to squeak out a victory over Dango, sending Ravyn and the boys back pedaling up the ramp.
"How's the shoulder?" Dango asks as they step background the curtain into gorilla.
"Feels ok," Ravyn smiles. "I'll just make sure to keep it in the brace when I'm not on camera."
"Good," Tyler grins. "Let's go write some tickets."
Dango leads them through the labyrinthine backstage hallways, rooms and various cases of equipment. They spy Dolph coming towards them down an intersecting hall. Dango motions for Tyler to record on his phone. He taps the button and the three of them converge on the unsuspecting wrestler.
"Hey, where'd you get that shirt?" Dango asks him.
"I told you it's a brand new shirt," Dolph looks perplexed.
Tyler hands him a ticket with 'uggo' written on it. "This is for you," Tyler tells him. "That's yours too," he hands him another, and another. Tyler smirks as he keeps handing Dolph tickets.
"You get all of them!" Ravyn adds.
"Thanks guys," Dolph shakes his head. He tries not to give them any reaction even though they can see his shoulders shaking as he tries to hold back laughter.
The three of them cackle manically and scamper down the hallway. They take a few minutes to stop in catering and write up another pile of tickets. When they feel that they that they have a sufficient amount they go back to stalking the hallways for victims. As they roam down a corridor filled with production equipment Dango sets his sights on their next fashion offender. AJ styles is wandering around backstage in gym pants and a sweaty t-shirt. Dango locks in like a hungry shark smelling blood in the water.
As they near him Dango shouts, "Take that!" Whilst shoving a ticket high onto his chest.
"This one too!" Ravyn adds a second ticket to the one already behind held down by Dango.
"And these too!" Tyler says handing AJ even more ridiculous tickets. The paper crinkles and flutters around AJ's neck.
"You guys are gonna give me a paper cut," AJ whines in his thick southern accent.
The three of them make a hasty exit, leaving AJ standing amidst a pile of handwritten tickets. He shakes his head in annoyance before finally walking away. Ravyn, Tyler and Dango make up another stack of tickets and continue to distribute them to other superstars throughout the night.
As the Smackdown Live broadcast comes to a close the buzz in the locker room grows. The entire roster has the following day off. While some stars are planning to take the rare time off to go home or visit their families the rest are looking forwards to a night of partying.
After dropping their gear off in their hotel rooms Breezango and Ravyn make their way to one of the many party spots on the Vegas strip. They meet up with JJ and Dolph to find out that most of their friends had decided to stay in Vegas and party. Zack Ryder and Mojo order everyone drinks to get the party started. Everyone is laughing and having a great time. There's lots of drinking, dancing and the occasional game of pool between rounds. JJ and Dolph are out on the floor dancing when Zack drags Ravyn out to them in an attempt to get her to dance with him. She does her best to try and avoid dancing, knowing that she sticks out in the crowd with her punk rock goth style. She has a cute black halter top that dips low in the front with some chains as accents. Her platform boots and short black skirt leave the pale flesh of her legs exposed, making her stand out against the well tanned public in Vegas. She and Zack dance for a few songs before Tyler pushes him out of the way playfully.
"Move it Uggo," Tyler demands.
They dance closer to JJ and Dolph. "Girl," JJ giggles. "You look so uncomfortable out here."
"That obvious huh?" Ravyn smirks.
"Totally," Dolph assures her. "And you look like you belong at the goth club down the road. I never noticed how pale you are before seeing you in a crowd of normal humans."
"Very funny Ziggles," Ravyn sticks her tongue out. She quickly changes the subject. "Are you guys excited about Survivor Series this weekend?"
"Definitely!" JJ confirms. "Our first big pay per view with Smackdown!"
Tyler pipes up, "And we'll get to see the RAW guys too!"
"Austin might even let you back on Up Up Down Down," Dolph teases. "As long as you aren't still considering Left Right Left Right that is."
"I'm not," Tyler huffs.
Dango glides over to them as he pulls JJ away from Dolph to dance with him. His dance skills are showcased as the group watches them twirl around the floor. He eventually deposits her back into the arms of her boyfriend and reaches for Ravyn's hand. A look of terror crosses Ravyn's face.
"Oh, no no. You know I'm a terrible dancer," she back pedals.
"That's why you must come learn from the greatest dancer in the world," he insists.
Reluctantly she goes with him. He steps behind her as the song changes. He puts his hands on her hips to help her through the movements. A ragged and nervous breath escapes her lips as she leans back into him, letting him take complete control of their bodies. He guides her to the rhythm of the music, twisting their bodies around each other like putty. When the music subsides their friends whoop and cheer at their sexually charged performance. Ravyn thanks Dango before retreating to the safety of their table. She slides in next to Tyler and picks at some of the appetizers spread across the tabletop. They party goes on until the club closes at two in the morning.
Ravyn wakes up to her phone buzzing on the hotel nightstand. She slaps at it in an attempt to make it stop. Begrudgingly she opens an eye and glares at the clock. 9:23 am. She tries to wrack her brain to decide who would be calling her this early on a rare day off. She finally accepts that the phone isn't going to stop making noise until she does something and reaches over to grab it. She's greeted by a screen telling her that she's missed 14 calls, 6 voicemails and 74 text messages.