A/N: Hi again, I'm back with chapter 2. Thank you to all the people who left a comment and/or favorited and followed. Be dolls, and do it again :)
Characters: Paige, The Shield, Kaitlyn, AJ Lee, Dolph Ziggler, Big E. Langston, and other people
Pairings: Paige/ ?, I'm sure you'll be able to guess later.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people in the following story. And what happens in here is just a manifestation of what goes on in my own warped imagination and thought process.
"Asshole." Paige muttered under her breath as she pulled the door closed. The vulnerable side of her that was happy to see Dean in person after months of watching him on TV, was hurt. He hadn't even tried to talk to her, confirming what the colder, angry, part of her to shut him out and ignore him had already expected. She should have known that was going to happen. She didn't exactly give him a chance to speak - she didn't even look him in the eye- she completely ignored him. When she walked into the locker room, he looked like a complete mess. Part of her -the angry one- was happy to see that she had that sort of effect on him. She was a little smug that she could make him think about her without even doing anything. But the compassionate side - she blamed her mother for it - wanted to hug him and tell him how much she missed him, but she wouldn't do that. She couldn't admit that out loud. She refused. Their relationship - whatever was left of it - was over.
She pulled her leather jacket closed and zipped it up, covering what her studded wrestling top hadn't. Her wrestling boots pounded against the concrete flooring as she marched confidently backstage, passing stagehands and photographers who were getting pictures for the WWE app. As she turned the corner, she found herself standing a few feet from catering, where she saw Roman shining his belt at a random table by himself. From that far, he was incredibly intimidating, but she didn't let that deter her. They had to work with him –even against all of their wants- so she figured that she ought to at least make peace with him. Squaring her shoulders and holding her chin high, she walked over to his table and sat down. For a few moments, it was quiet and he continued to clean the bronze plates on the belt. But after the silence became uncomfortable, he put down the towel and looked at her, raising an amused eyebrow. She forced a smile and fanned a black lock of hair out of her face, "Hi."
Roman snorted and shook his head, "I'm guessing you couldn't find anyone else to talk to."
"What if I said that I wanted to talk to you?" She wouldn't directly reply to his statement even though it was true, well, not entirely. After the end of her meeting with Stephanie, she walked aimlessly around before finding the former Diva's Champion sulking by a few speaker crates. They had been friends on FCW/ NXT and spent a few minutes catching up and talking about their story lines, Paige revealing she would be working with the Shield. For whatever reason, contrary to what she assumed her friend would have done, Kaitlyn nodded thoughtfully and told her where they were for the night. She was curious as to how the older Diva would have known that, but she didn't question it.
"I would tell you that you're full of shit." He threw out casually, like it was something he found himself repeating often, "Believe it or not, I'm not the one people talk to."
Probably because you're so fucking scary looking. Paige thought but said something else, more sarcastically than she normally would, "No, I don't believe you." Seemingly ignoring the possible continuation of their conversation, Roman leaned across the table, muscles flexing and she noticed the tension settle in his shoulders. He wasn't looking at her but behind her, squirming slightly, like a puppy. Maybe it was because she was amused by seeing his sudden change in behavior– or maybe she was just plain amused - she turned her neck and from the corner of her eye, she saw Kaitlyn walking and talking with the mustache guy, Cody Rhodes. At that point, she was even more interested, What the- oh I get it. She thought. Roman really was just a big softie that acted all tough for the cameras. She had to admit though, it worked. She stared at Roman, smile creeping onto her face, "You're drooling."
"Shut up." He shook his head, as if that would somehow prove that he wasn't just ogling the self-proclaimed Hybrid Diva. "I'm gonna go, I have a match to interfere in."
"You're not leaving me here." Paige shot up from her seat and she left no room for argument, waving her hand and pushing him forward. She had might as well reveal who her alliances were with. But it was Dean's match and she wasn't really happy with him at the moment. Then again, Roman and Seth were going to break it up any way – even though Dean had just beat Kane the night before – so she figured that either way, Dean wasn't losing his belt. Sighing inwardly, she followed behind the beast of a man and smirked to herself, remembering the uneasy look on his face at the sight of her friend Kaitlyn, Looks like we need to have a girly chat. Bullocks.
Paige continued to tease him as they got out of the elevator that had taken them to the top of the stairs where the cheaper arena seats were, "Maybe if you got her completely sloshed, then you'd have a chance." She laughed, something she thought she wouldn't have been doing in the company of a Shield member. But something about seeing Roman get all red at the sight of Kaitlyn amused her and she couldn't let it go. And watching him get all angry and uncomfortable with her knowing just made it more interesting. She had never been one to be serious with her friends, and although it had been a while, she knew that he remembered their banter and so he allowed it.
"Not funny." Roman continued walking until they were greeted by a security guard that would walk them to the top of the stairs in the crowd.
"But you should have seen your face, you looked absolutely terrified." The Raven Haired beauty laughed, ignoring the curious face of the security guard escorting them. He was probably wondering what she was doing, maybe he thought she was a crazed fan, but she was wearing ring gear, so that would have been illogical. Roman continued on past the man –he was probably the scrawniest security guard she had ever seen – nodding a silent greeting to Seth and Dean. There was a change in all of them, they turned on their game faces. Seth smiled at her – a forced smile but a smile none the less – but Dean didn't even look at her. She stood back, knowing that when their music hit, she would fall back and act like she wasn't there. The opening line of their music hit, revealing them to the crowed that was once enthralled in whatever was happening in the center of the building. There was a chorus of boos – they were deafening – and Paige exhaled deeply through her mouth. She watched as the group of men exchanged fist bumps, and Dean started down the steps, without the rest of them. She gave Roman and Seth questioning looks as they just stood there.
Seth crossed his arms, his Tag Team title laying loose over his arms, "And now we wait." He didn't acknowledge her but she knew he had thrown out that piece of information for her in particular because of course, Roman would have known that.
The Samoan man scowled at the people who continued to look at them even though Dean had made his way to the barrier that separated the crowd from the ring. Paige wanted to laugh, but she knew they were supposed to be in character, so she refrained. The following match would be interesting.
As Kane approached the ring, Dean tried to come up with some sort of tactical plan. He should have been able to do that a while ago, and had it not been for Paige, he would have been able to do that. He tried, he had really tried, but she was distracting him. She wasn't even visible from where he stood and she was distracting him. You would think that after so many months, we could have been able to keep her from his thoughts, but she was there now. He was pulled from his thoughts as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of his match. He loosened up his shoulders – still trying to think of what he wanted to do – circling Kane and ducking a clothesline. Kane caught him by the front of his vest and tossed him into the corner of the ring and punching him senseless. Kane pulled him by the arm and Irish whipped him into the opposite corner and barreled toward him. Thinking quickly, he dodged the huge man and bounced off the ropes, only to be caught with a big boot to the face.
He sat in the center of the ring, Kane giving him a breather, he assumed it was because he was thinking about his maniacal plan. He was grabbed his hair and tossed around a few more times until Kane went flying from the top rope, shoulder tackling him to the canvas. Paige – for whatever nonsensical reason- stood between himself and Kane, chair in hand in front of the Devil's Favorite Demon, begging him not to finish Dean off and take his title. Roman and Seth were nowhere to be found. He, just like the audience, were silent, confused, and curious to see what happened next.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, This was a really stupid idea. Kane stepped forward and her heart stopped. He wouldn't hit her, would he? That blasted Ambrose, putting me in this situation. He just had to get his ass kicked, just had to. Why do I even care? Whatever feelings of resentment she harbored for him where gone for the time being because she refused to look weak in her debut. Pleading fell through and she pushed the rim of the chair forward, hitting the 7' foot man and causing him to double over. She raised the chair over her head and thwacked him across his back as hard as she could, making a sickening sound echo through the arena.
Before she would be forced to hit him again, Roman seemed to materialize out of thin air and damn near speared Kane in half. She watched as the three men attack Kane like three wild animals would their prey. They set him up for the power bomb and by the count of three, Kane was heap in the center of the ring. She slowly and smugly sauntered over to where the Hounds of Justice hovered over his limp body, dragging the chair behind her. To add insult to injury, she hit Kane with it and left it over him. Throwing her head back, she screamed her patented Anti-Diva scream.
They were intimidating before, but everyone would be in for an even ruder awakening when they saw what else was about to come. Because now, everyone in the locker room had someone to fear. They were just beginning to cement their dominance...
A/N: Oh, snap. Shit just got real. I hope you liked this one. If you did - or didn't - how 'bout you leave a review? Help me improve.