"Would you like to explain to me why your 'niece' is on my WWE app?" Stephanie McMahon was alot more intimidating in person, that was all Sarah could think as she sat across from the former champion with Jay -Christian- was at her side.
"I don't know what to saw ma'am." Christian said honestly, shooting a glare at the teeny woman beside him. "It was my understanding that she didn't go near the cameras."
"I didn't know they were there," Sarah sheepishly muttered, this woman was like her mother when she was sober and it scared her alittle. "I was only focused on trying to help Chr- my uncle." Stephanie noticed the mistake and sighed.
"I know, I was shown the recording a couple minutes after the incident," She smirked at Christian's shocked face. "I told them to upload it on the app, makes for converts to you. Seeing a beautiful young woman in tears, clawing her way to get to her defenseless 'uncle'." She put air quotes around 'uncle'.
"I don't want her on TV." Christian started but Steph cut him off.
"It doesn't matter, I want her on screen and she has great expression and Twitter is blowing up on who she is. I want you to start valeting Christian to the ring and learning some mic skills." She said to Sarah, who just stared at Christian for permission. "And I want you both to keep up this uncle niece sharade. It's obviously fake but I don't want any corporate sleeze balls whining that you two act like an item, because they will just to undermine me."
"I don't want her out there, she has a pension for trouble and if you let her get away with one thing she'll have free run." Christian glared and stood from his seat, this only seemed to amuse the McMahon.
"That's what I'm hoping for, I heard from the Usos and Jericho she went after the Shield." Sarah flushed slightly and Christian sighed. "She's smart, she'll add to the fued so well, and she seems more than capable of getting out of the messes she makes. Take her to the ring with her, let her antagonize the Shield and just let her go nuts. I'll do damage control if I need to." Sarah smirked at the Canadian, he just glared at the ceiling.
"If she get's hurt," He leaned over Stephanie's desk, managing to be threatening for once. "I swear to God if she's hurt, I will end you and leave no trance you ever existed." Stephanie was never one to be pushed around by the talent but she allowed Christian this one time, she could see where he was coming from.
"Understood, I'll have a contract ready by tomorrow morning, so be back here by then and she'll debut on Main Event that night." She looked at Sarah to make sure she understood and when the teen nodded she dismissed them with a wave of her hand.
"Jay I swear I didn't know the cameras were there." Sarah sighed when they closed the door, turning to look at him with wide eyes.
"I know, Kiddo. I watched the footage, I don't think you even knew where you were at that point." He smiled forgivingly, patting her on the head. "But now that you gonna be comming out to the ring with me, I need to teach you some moves just incase." She started to protest but he cut her off. "I know you can street fight but it's different here, the ropes and turnbuckles and the chairs. It takes some skill to use the enviorment to your adavantage and I happen to be a professional."
"That doesn't make you sound cocky." She scoffed but didn't argue on the subject. "When do we start?"
"Right now," He smirked. "Let's go, there's a practice ring and it's only like 7, no one will be up at this point." She nodded and followed him.
It was empty when Dean showed up alone, Roman was impossible to wake most times and Seth had been spending time with his girlfriend, so the auburn hair man was resigned to go alone and hope to find a sparring partner. For several minutes he found no one, no one in the lockerooms or wandering around catering, so he just sat and waited. That's when he saw her, with that old bitch Christian, she was bouncing along beside the veteran pratically exuding excitement.
His blue eyes widened and he slinked up higher in the stands, thankful for his ring gear making him blend in, it wouldn't matter anyways she was sole focused on the Canadian. Dean felt a spark of envy pass through his being, she should be paying attention to him, he was superior he was better in every way. But he pushed the emotion aside, it would do him no good to get himself worked up, if he wanted to take her down he'd have to sit back and wait and watch. Study her moves and behavior before he finally punished her for her disrespect, he had to have some kind of advantage, she could watch every one of his filmed matches and figure out a way to beat him.
Dean had never liked the unknown, he wanted every detail he got grab and he would analyze it to the point of obsession. That was what he was doing now, watching the two fly about the ring practicing basics, he gaped at some of the things she was already capable of. A lionsault that hit the mark flawlessly, rolling out of a choke hold, even countering his Crossblades. That's when he began teaching her how to get to the ropes from a hold.
Christian bent her arm so far back even Dean flinched and twisted one leg back to the heel dug into her ass, she had to use her core muscles to squirm and inch on her belly, free arm reaching out for the ropes. On her front she managed to crawl from the center on the ring to the ropes, then Christian would counted like the reff and release, only for them to do it all over again. For nearly fifteen minutes they did the same routine, she managed to get out in under a minute everytime and that impressed the blonde in the ring. Then they switched it up, a new hold the pinned both her arms so her elbows touched the back of her head, she had to twist and throw her legs to manage to put a foot on the bottom ropes.
As far as Dean could tell Christian wasn't giving her any insturtions apart from where to stand and lay down for the sleeper hold. She was doing all of this by instinct, going off of feeling what works, he was teaching her to adapt to the change and not just memorize what someone says works best. Dean felt another pang of jealousy, his own mentor had not taught him in such a way, it had set him back in his career and now he hated Sarah even more for this advantage she had over him and others like him.
Sarah was in the middle of twisting out of a hold when she spotted him, she tried her best not to make it obvious she had seen him. For a moment she stilled and craned her neck to face Christian. "Don't look up but we're being watched." She hissed, his eyes widened slightly but he covered it up and she began crawling to the ropes again.
"Who? Where?" He spoked into her ear and she almost made a face, Say it not spray it, Jay.
"Doesn't matter," She didn't want him flipping out. "I'll get rid of 'em, leave the ring pretending our session is over." She whispered and he glared.
"Not leaving you alone with some freak." He growled lowly and she managed to reach the ropes and he counted.
"Just do it, ow! Bitch that was on purpose!" She shouted, he had twisted her legs sideways at the very last second before releasing her. They stood and she started for the center again but he sighed and stopped her.
"Take a break, Kiddo. You did great today, we'll work on something new later tonight." The blonde smiled and patted her on the back. "Let's go, Diva's showers are open, no offense but you smell." He teased and she stuck her tongue out.
"You go ahead," She waved him off. "I'm gonna see if there's anything cool underneath the ring." She grinned and waggled her eyebrows stupidly.
"Just be careful," He said seriously, but covered it up smoothly. "Hornswoggle tends to hang out under there and you never know what he's gonna steal." He smirked and ruffled her dark hair, he gave her one last glance before he left.
Pretending she thought she was alone Sarah sat down besides the ropes, yawning slightly she could see slight movement from the corner of her eye. Dean was moving and she needed something to throw him off his game, to show she was a step ahead. She smirked when she thought of it, waiting for him to get just alittle closer before she slipped off her shirt, leaving her in a pink sports bra.
He had stopped, that much she could tell she sighed loudly and pretended to still be oblivious she stood and stretched. Trying to fight back a smirk she slid out of the ring, turning to face him, he was much closer than she had thought another few seconds and he'd be in the ring. Finally she smirked at him and walked past, he just stared after her, amazed at her brashness.
"And how did you get rid of who ever was watching?" Jay asked when she exited the Diva's freshly showered.
"Oh you know," Sarah giggled. "Just being myself and they get thrown off." He didn't like how she had dodged giving any details but let it slide.
"Well let's go," He pushed her to walk in front of him. "I'm starving."
"Me too," She laughed.
Roman Reigns woke to the sound of something hitting the wall, he glanced over at the clock, it was nearly 8:30. With a growl he shoved himself out of bed, determined to find out the sounce of the sound and get rid of it. What he found was a very flustered look Dean punching the door over and over. He watched for a moment, taking in the man's red face and not so discete arousal, it was almost amusing to see the normally composed man acting like this.
"Something on your mind?" He asked smoothly, the auburn man rounded to face him and glared.
"This isn't funny! I saw her again and she teased me, openly as if I was some second rate rookie." He shouted and punched the wall once again. "She was right there! I had her and I would've made her pay but ah!" Another punch, his knuckles split, Roman decided to intervene.
"Stop that you have a match tomorrow," He grabbed his partner's arm. "It sounds like she's smart, look this is childish. Why can't you let this go?"
Dean didn't respond, staring at the floor, well glaring. His face went from red to flushed, Roman raised a brow, it almost looked like Dean... "You wanna fuck her." It was a statement, not a question. The angry man's silence was enough of an answer. "Perhaps being pleasant would help." He laughed, he had never seen Dean at such a loss for what to do.
"I don't wanna fuck that little bitch." Dean finally managed to speak.
"Yeah that explains the boner." Roman said smartly, gesturing to the man's arousal. Dean's eyes widened and he looked down, as if he didn't know he was hard.
"Shut up!" He roared and stalked off to the bathroom, turning up the shower hoping to scrub away the lust that seemed to be inside his pores because of Sarah.