"Keep walking" Dean growls from behind me. I'm getting slapped and touched as I walk down the steps. "Don't touch me" I growl at a fan. He quickly backs off and I smirk. Seth and Dean help me over the barrier and we get into the ring. "The following contest is set for one fall" Justin announces. "Introducing first, in the ring, accompanied by Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose and Torrie Ambrose, from Pensacola Florida, weighing 265 pounds, Roman Reigns!" As soon as he says my name the crowd boos. I smirk and Roman grins at Dean. "It worked alright" he whispers to me. Randy's music hits and I grin, leaning over the ropes as he gets cheered walking to the ring. "Come on Randy" I call. "We haven't got all day, you know!" He smirks at me and grabs a microphone. "Well well well" he says, climbing up the steps slowly. "Torrie Ambrose grew a backbone! Who knew? What's the matter Tor? Splitting Dean open not enough for you? Wanna wrestle a real man?" Dean hands me a microphone and I smirk. "Sure" I say, walking closer to Randy. He grins at me and I get in his face. "Do you know one?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "See Orton, the way I see it, the men I walked down those steps with tonight, they're the real men of this company. They take what they want. They fight who, and when, they want. The rest of the so called men in that locker room back there, well, they're just Hunter's bitches. I mean, Cena, really? He's all hustle, loyalty, respect out here, but back there, Hunter says jump he says how high? You, you I'm still trying to figure out. You saunter out here, all third generation superstar, demanding respect, but where does that get you Randy? Top of Hunter's list of good boys? Well done, congratulations. Let's hope it gets you easier matches too, ones you can actually dominate, because tonight, Randy, you're gonna get dominated. Believe that." I drop the microphone and get out of the ring. Randy watches me go. "Torrie" he calls when I jump off the apron. I turn around to look at him and he smirks. "When did you become such a bitch?" he asks. "Turning on Layla tonight? The hell was that all about?" I get back up on the apron and Roman hands me the microphone back. "Layla?" I ask. "Tonight was about protecting my interests Randy. My only interest at the moment is that divas championship. And looking out for number one. Tonight was just the start. Randy, I am, number one." The crowd boos as I drop the microphone and jump down, quickly followed by Seth and Dean. The ref calls for the bell and the match finally gets underway.
I sit next to JBL and he quickly hands me a headset. I shake my head but he insists. "Orders from Hunter" he whispers, covering his microphone. "That promo on Randy was pure gold." I groan and put the headset on. "Joining us on commentary, the very mean and very talkative Torrie Ambrose" Cole says. I frown at him and he shrugs. "You've got a lot to say for yourself tonight Torrie" he says. "Until now" I say, making a point of watching the match. "Torrie" JBL says. "You've just had some harsh things to say about the talent back there..." "Talent?" I scoff. "Really? Cena, Bryan, sure they're good, but the real talent is out here, and I'm not talking about Orton right now. The only names anyone should be focusing on right now are Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, and Torrie Ambrose." "You class yourself as good as them?" Cole asks. "Cole" I say. "I was divas champion. I never lost that title. Come SummerSlam, it's gonna be around my waist again. Layla needs to watch her back, I've come back for what's mine, and I intend to take it. Do not underestimate me. I think that's everyone's problem around here. They see me as nice, sweet, gentle Torrie. But she's gone, she's long gone. This Torrie has been hurt too many times to play nice. People around here are too quick to stab you in the back to get themselves over. Not gonna happen anymore. They need to start sleeping with one eye open, because I'm gonna be there when they least expect it. I'm a Shield girl, the divas division is my yard now. And I'm not giving it up without a fight." I take the headset off and watch as Roman spears Randy in half. The ref drops to the mat and starts counting. Randy gets his foot on the rope, but the ref is at the 2 count and doesn't see it. I quickly push his foot off the rope as the ref hits the mat for the third time. He calls for the bell and raises Roman's hand in victory. Once again, the crowd is going wild. Randy rolls on to his stomach and glares at me through the ropes. I blow him a kiss before walking up the ramp alone to a chorus of boos from the crowd. I bow theatrically before heading backstage to wait for Dean and the guys to join me.
"Think you just earned yourself some serious heat Torrie" Hunter says. I smile. "That was kinda the point, right?" I ask. He nods. "I'll be honest with you" he says, walking towards the locker room with me. "I didn't expect you to do it so quickly, and so well!" I laugh. "Hunter" I say. "It was pointed out to me tonight by a fan, I'm an Ambrose. It's what he does best. Get him on a microphone and he's dynamite. I learnt from the best." Hunter nods. "Sure seems that way Tor" he says, kissing my head before walking on to his office.