Disclaimer, etc., in part 1.

Part Twelve

True to their word, the Shield left her alone so that she could change into her wrestling gear, Ambrose and Reigns wandering off to find out when during the show her match was supposed to be (and possibly cause some trouble) while Seth Rollins had stayed outside the door to the room to ensure that no one else accidentally walk in on her while she changed. Despite the fact that they'd told her they wouldn't come back in until she told them she was ready, Eve still changed quickly, tossing off her regular clothes and pulling on her wrestling gear instead, the diva having to fight a little with her top... Not all of the gear she wore these days had laces in the back, but the gear she'd grabbed for tonight did, and while she was pretty sure that she had everything secure, she also knew that she'd either have to find a female stagehand to check it for her... Or have a member of the Shield do so.

Shaking her head at that thought, Eve quickly finished getting dressed, securing the belt that went with her shorts, then pulling on her knee pads... Starting to reach for her boots, then pausing, glancing down at herself. She was dressed now aside from her boots, so there really wasn't any reason for Rollins to be stuck out there in the hallway. Not when all she had left to put on were the white wrestling boots she held in her hand. Sighing, the diva made her way toward the door, glancing down at herself one more time... Frowning when she realized that she'd apparently managed to sort-of match her wrestling gear to the Shield's usual color scheme. Okay, yeah, her boots were white, as was the belt that went with her shorts, but the actual shorts were black. And while the top was actually black and silver, the silver was dark rather than bright. Granted, she still wasn't sporting the all-black look that the men in the Shield did, but she also wasn't wearing red or blue or pink or any of the other colors that her gear was known to be. The weird thing was, she hadn't even been thinking about the color scheme when she'd chosen what to bring with her this week.

"Whatever," the divas' champion muttered, actually making it to the door this time, the woman taking a deep breath before opening the door and sticking her head out... Instantly spotting Seth Rollins as he stood across the hall, leaning against the wall, his expression alert as he continually scanned the hallway. Not that she blamed him. He was, after all, a Shield member standing alone at the moment; she was sure there were plenty of people that would like to get a few hits in on him. Once he'd realized that she'd opened the door - which happened pretty quickly - he pushed himself away from the wall, taking a step forward.

"I guess you're ready?"

"Everything but my boots," she replied, pushing the door open a bit more, then stepping back so that Rollins could actually enter the room. Turning toward the couch, intending to head over there so she could sit down and get her boots on, Eve paused, biting her lip for a moment, then heaving out a sigh. "Can I ask you a favor?" the woman questioned, looking back over her shoulder at the man and, while Rollins looked a little surprised, the man nodded in response.

"Sure. What do you need?"

She took a deep breath, then reached back, pushing her hair aside. "I think I got the shirt tied right, but can you check it? Because I really don't want a wardrobe malfunction tonight, and I really don't trust AJ not to try and cause one, either, so..."

"Yeah, sure," Rollins said, the man stepping closer to her, Eve able to feel his fingers brush her skin as he tested the tightness of the laces in the back of her top... She was pretty sure that he actually re-tied the laces, tightening them a bit. "I'm guessing I should double-knot it?"

"That would be great," the diva said and, after a few more seconds, Rollins stepped back from her.

"That should hold."

"Thanks," Eve said as she dropped her hair, the diva turning to look at him, seeing that Rollins had put a few feet of distance between them. Giving him a slight smile, Eve headed went to the couch and sat down, reaching for her boots and starting to pull them on... Rollins watching her for a moment before he went and sat in one of the chairs in the room.

"You know, even if the match is still intergender tonight instead of being a mixed tag... Dean won't let Ziggler get his hands on you."

"If it's intergender and AJ tags Dolph in while I'm the legal person, he may not have much choice," Eve replied as she laced her boots, the diva frowning a little at the thought of being in the ring against Ziggler. While Dolph wasn't as scary as say, Ryback or Kane, he was still a very talented wrestler that was bigger than her by a decent amount and no, she didn't really want to find herself in the ring with him. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

"You're forgetting that Roman and I will be at ringside. Roman could keep Langston occupied, and I could provide a distraction so Dean can get to you if need be," the man said with a shrug. "Not really so difficult."

"I guess not," Eve muttered, finishing up with one boot and going to the other, pulling it on just as a knock sounded on the door. Rollins quickly got up to answer it, and for a minute, Eve thought maybe it wasn't the other members of the Shield returning because no one came into the room... In fact, Seth stepped out for a moment, and she heard men speaking in low tones, but then he stepped back inside the room, Ambrose and Reigns right there with him. Clearing her throat, Eve looked at the men. "Is everything okay?"

Ambrose nodded. "It's fine. We did spot Long in the hallway, though. He looked way too happy, especially when he saw us." The man smirked slightly. "He might be the first person in this company to actually look happy when they spotted us."

"That's because he thinks that none of you would be willing to team with me tonight," Eve said, and Ambrose shrugged.

"Yeah, well, that's where he's wrong, isn't it? You know, it would be pretty funny to see the look on his face tonight when he realizes just how wrong he is," the man said with a smirk, then glanced over at her, meeting her gaze. "The match is on third. You think you can be ready by then?"

"Of course I can. What about you?" she asked, and he smirked again.

"Trust me, Ms. Torres. The Shield was born ready."