"And now being accompamied by his niece Sarah. Christian!" The annoucer drew his name out, and the blonde beside her smiled and wraped an arm around her. It was Main Event and Christian had a match against Dean Ambrose, of course the rest of the Shield would be there and the Canadian had warned her about them.
The crowd was buzzing with electricity as Sarah climbed into the ring, their cheers filling her with a strange energy. She could see why Christian did this, why he fought so hard for their approval, it was like a drug and she had only gotten her first shot, she was quickly becoming addicted. The Shield's theme song hit, the cheering turned to boos and Sarah felt herself tense with anticipation, Christian read it as nervousness.
"Relax," He hugged her close to his side. "You'll be fine."
"Of course I will," She smirked back at him. "I'm fucking amazing." He laughed and ushered her out of the ring as Dean entered, Roman and Seth stayed by the barricades farthest from her.
She made a sneering face to the US champion, he huffed and started for her, Christian blocked his path and the reff rang the bell. The two locked up, Dean gaing the upper hand by throwing his opponent into the turnbuckles. They exchanged blows, Christian was clearly distracted with concern for Sarah's safety outside with the two remaining Shielders. The brunette sensed this and picked a steel chair for her weapon, showing it to her 'Uncle' it seemed to give him peace of mind, enough so that he started keeping the upper hand.
Sarah cheered from her spot, no longer watching the Shield like she had been instructed to, her friend was winning. Roman used that moment to deliver a punch to Christian, the match stopped but the three men slid into the ring to attack. Christian had instructed her to run if this happened, but he knew she wouldn't listen, she rushed into the ring chair in hand. Seth was the first victim of her rage fueled strikes, a shot to the back of the head and he probably had a concusion. Dean tried to wrestle the chair away from her and succeeded, pausing a moment to grin with victory.
SLAP!
He held his face in shock, she had cocked her hand far back and struck him with the open palm, her whole body twisting to give added force to the slap. Roman, who had been assisting Seth, stared open mouthed, almost looking impressed. Christian used the shocking distraction to yank her out of the ring, sliding her legs out from under her, carrying her up the ramp as she fought to continue fighting.
"I told you to get out of there if they attacked." He scolded as they entered the private lockeroom Stephanie had given him to help accomedate Sarah.
"Yeah and I saved your ass." She replied evenly.
"When I tell you to do something, it's for your safety." He sighed and sat down on the bench, yanking off his boots.
"And if I disobey you it's for your safety." Sarah smiled back. "Come on, you know me, I'll never walk away if someone is hurt, especially not if it's you."
"Just be careful," He sighed again and gave her a one arm hug, she shoved away from him.
"Get away from me, you stink." She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Go shower, Smelly." He grabbed her head and tried to shove her face into his arm pit.
"Smell me!' He laughed and she punched him in the ribs, he released her with a smile. "Love you, Kiddo." He teased, knowing she was irritated.
"Yeah yeah, love ya too, dumbass." She rolled her eyes and started brushing her now tangled hair. "Seriously, how old are you?"
"This many." The blonde held up three fingers.
"Oh god, I'm in the care of a child," She laughed.
"Hey me and Edge used to take great care of you!" He shot back.
"Aww Uncle Edge," She sighed fondly. "I miss him."
"Why is he Uncle and I'm just Jey?"
"You insisted that our relationship would be professional," She laughed, remembering when he had said that to her 5 year old self. "Edge was all smiles and fun, you were the responsible one."
"Lord knows if I wasn't we'd all would've died horribly." He said matter of factly.
"Probably jumping off the roof of a hotel into the swimming pool." She agreed and he nodded.
As it turned out, Sarah was already infamous backstage, her stunt on Monday had spread and now she had women trying to 'Diva-fy' her. The Uso's were her unofficial companions while Christian did house shows, she suspected the blonde had asked them to watch over her, but they insisted it was because of their current fued with the Tag Team champions, Roman and Seth.
It was Friday when she saw the cameras and knew the Shield was out in the ring, talking shit about Christian who was getting dressed, she had been sitting out in the hallway with her skate board. The camera was off when she approached, whispering in one of the crew member's ear her request, they agreed. She sat on the crate and waited for them to cue her, the red light when on she watched bye to empty air, pretending she had been just conversing with someone, once she was done she sighed.
"Not much to do," She said lowly setting the board beside her before looking around the hallway, pretending to just spot something of interest. "Maybe not." She grinned widely and the camera followed her to the Shield's empty lockeroom, out in the ring screen where this was playing live she could imagine how mad they looked.
"Wonder what they have," She said aloud for the camera, slipping inside she sat down on the bench, pulling the nearest bag to her, it was Roman's. "Hmm boring." She sighed and shoved it to the floor, next was Seth's, she pulled out a metal shirt.
"Hmm Day to Remember, maybe not everything you do is total crap," She laughed and from the moniter on the screen she could see they hadn't left, just watching her in anger, afraid if they missed anything she'd destroy everything. Sarah shoved the bag away, putting the shirt back.
"Dean, Dean, Dean. Let's hope you have something good." She smirked for the camera, she pulled out several items and tossed them to the floor. A pack of cigerettes, a comb, a cell phone. "Like you even know how to use this, Old Man." She laughed when it broke on the floor, she'd probably have to pay for that later but for now she was enjoying herself. "Ugh, nothing good."
A shirt caught her eye, it was a red, plaid button up, to big for her to wear but she smirked, an idea forming. "I could use this." She said and stood to leave the room, the cameras tried to follow but she slammed the down on them.
The Shield in the ring stood in shock as the crowd laughed and cheered for the brunette, the producers backstage showed a video on the titantron of Wednesday, the match between Dean and Christian. When it finished the blonde made his way out, smiling despite how irritated that she had done that without telling him. "Ahh my niece is definitely a Peep." He shook his head fondly. "And an Edge-head, did you see her eyes light up when she saw the plaid? Never knew why my friend always wore it but he must've rubbed off on her."
The promo continued like that, Christian staying out of the ring as he and Dean argued- mostly about Sarah and how Christian should keep her on a leash. Occasionally Roman or Seth threw in their own opinions but it was mostly between the champ and the blonde. Suddenly Christian's music hit again, all four men turning to stare at Sarah who came out smirking.
She had taken Dean's shirt and made it into a strapless dress, the hem of it reached alittle above her knees, she was wearing jean short-shorts underneath but it was impossible to tell. With skate board in hand she made her way down to stand beside her 'Uncle' smirking at the look on everyone's face. She knew it was a good tatic to get into Dean's head, make the man flustered and confused, his championship would be Christian's in no time.
Dean was staring wide eyed at the bold brunette, a strange feeling arose when he recognized his shirt on her. The laughter of her and her 'uncle' snapped him out of it, he threw the mike, hoping it would hit her. It didn't and that made her laugh even harder, the champion couldn't even focus on what Christian was saying, his eyes trained on every move she made.
And of course now the Uso's had to come out and give her an advantage, the group charged into the ring. Sarah took out Seth with her skate board, nearly snapping it over his face, Christian tossing the two toned man out of the ring. Roman got out numbered by his cousins and Dean pulled him out of the ring when he realized they wouldn't win this fight. Leaving the group smirking in the ring, the Shield retreated.
"Can't believe she went through our stuff." Seth complained as he made sure everything was in order.
"At least she didn't break your phone." Dean growled at his partner.
"You don't even use it," Roman spoke up. "It hasn't been charged for like two weeks."
"Whose side are you on?" Dean yelled, throwing the ruin phone in the trash. "She stole my shirt, I could file charges for that."
"We all know you won't." The larger man fixed him with a look. "This is childish, she's just a teenager, let it go."
"Shut up Roman!" Dean shrieked. "She didn't insult you, no one insults me!" He punched the wall, knuckles splitting.
"I'm with Dean, she hasn't even looked at you. Hell she keeps hitting me with shit, that skate board fucking hurt." Seth rubbing his forehead. "She didn't even open your bag."
"Because she knows I don't care about these mind games she's good at playing." He said simply. "I have a daughter, I know they are vengeful entities, I ain't gonna fuck with that and she knows it."
"Well lucky fucking you." Dean spat, punching the lockers now before storming out with his bag.
"Where are you going man?" Roman called.
"To get my fucking shirt back!" Was the only reply, Roman shook his head and sighed, Dean need to be careful around this girl.
The quest to find his shirt had fail- miserably- and left him angrier than before and in need of a drink. So that's how he ended up in a run down bar, away from fans and coworkers, drinking his eigth beer. The bar tender cut him off gruffily, causing Dean to punch him and get thrown out on his ass by security, a gash above his eye. Slowly he made his way back to the hotel, contemplating why a certain brunette was so stuck in his head.
Her voice dripped with sarcasm and comtempt, at least when she was near him, and her boldness, not caring what others thought if it meant getting her point across. Like tonight, she had easily looked like some floozy fan girl trying to get in his pants, but it was the way she walked, the way she smirked knowing how the sight had affected him. It looked like she only cared how it made him feel than how others percieved her, she knew she wasn't a slut and so she walked with that knowledge head held high. Her confidence definitely attracted him, he never understood why you would want to hide or lie about who you were, words were powerful if you said something about yourself you would be it. And Sarah obviously woke up every day, looked in the mirror, and said 'Today you are the baddest, best bitch in the atmosphere.'
It only seemed plausible that him thinking about her so deeply would make her run into him, it was the Beetle Juice Theory as he liked to call it. Well at least that was what he called it when he spotted her walking alone out of a bar. Why was she there? She wasn't even old enough to drink, the steady way she walked told him she hadn't, she was still wearing his shirt as a dress now with combat boots instead of the earlier converse. The image of her going out like that with the Divas made him laugh, so loudly that she noticed, if he hadn't been so drunkenly amused he would've been insulted how she didn't seem too afraid not to approach him.
"Something funny Mr. Ambrose?" She asked in mock politeness, he shook his head and kept laughing, eventualy she joined in- for other reasons of course.
"You don't know how badly I wanna fuck you seeing you in my shirt." He cackled out between laughs, she stopped laughing that started up agian louder.
"Oh man, you're fun drunk!" She shook her head and he paused, had he said something funny? What had he said?
"I didn't mean to say that out loud." He mumbled but she kept laughing and finally he did too.
"But's it's still the truth, oh man I got so deep inside your head with this stunt didn't I?" She teased, comfortable with the harmlessly drunk Dean. "I gotta do this more often."
"Oh Kid, you have no idea." He kept laughing until everything got blurry, after that he wasn't quite sure what happened.
A/N Ended kinda abruptly but I was in a hurry to finish before work. Hope you like it!