*18 months ago*
"Jordan!" Ryback yelled down the corridor. I smiled as he enveloped me in a huge bear hug. "Guess I get you again this time then huh?" I asked, laughing as he finally let me go. "Nope" he said, glancing down the corridor. "I mean, you did, but something changed." I frowned, trying to listen to him and the yelling that was coming from down the hallway. "What the hell is going on down there?" I asked. "The something" he whispered, kissing my head and walking off in the direction of the yelling.
"Why does he get her again?" the voice yelled. I paused in the doorway as another voice reasoned with him. "Ambrose" the voice said. "Jordan proved herself to be competent in whoever she has charge of last time. I'm still not throwing her in the deep end, giving her Ryan again will ease her nerves." "But I want her!" Dean yelled again, not noticing me in the doorway. "I don't want to be told what to do by some pimply kid on an authority trip!" "Oh grow up Ambrose" I said, finally walking in to the room. "You can't always get what you want, you know! It's not all about you!" I put my bag in the locker as Hunter stared at me open mouthed. Jon didn't even answer back. Hunter looked at him, then at me. "Ambrose" he said finally. "You got your wish. Jordan, you get Ambrose tonight..." "I'm happy with Ryan, thanks all the same" I said, clipping my ID onto my jeans. "Jordan" Hunter warned. I looked at him quickly, shaking my head. "Whatever" I said, grabbing a bottle of water and walking out of the room. "Since when did we pander to spoilt brats, huh?"
I was in catering with Ryback when Hunter walked up. "Can I talk with you a minute?" he asked. I nodded as Ryback made his excuses, kissing my head before stalking off down the corridor. "May I?" Hunter asked, pointing at the empty seat. I nodded, waiting for him to sit before speaking.
"I know I shouldn't have said that stuff" I said quietly. Hunter smiled. "No, you shouldn't" he said. "But I'm glad you did. And the way you handled Ambrose back there, not letting who he is get to you, I think you've got a great future in this. But that's a talk for another day. For now, could you handle Ambrose and Ryback? Jason had to go home ill, so we're a man down." "Convenient" I said, sipping my water. "I call it destiny, doll" Jon said from behind me. "Finally, all the planets have aligned, and fate has brought us together..." "You're so full of shit Ambrose" I groaned, emptying my bottle and looking at Hunter. "Fine" I said, standing up. "But you owe me. And that talk for another day? Save it for when you really mean it." I threw my bottle in the trash and walked back to the locker room to find Ryback.
Rybacks match went without a hitch, but I knew the same wasn't going to happen with Ambrose. I was right. He demanded I was ringside for his match, winking at me in the crowd as he pinned his opponent. I shook my head as fans around me asked if I was with him. "I'm his PA" I said, standing at the railings as he went around the ring slapping hands with fans. "Ready?" he asked, stopping by me. I nodded, turning away to walk to meet him backstage. "Nuh uh doll" he said, picking me up easily and pulling me over the railings. "Ambrose style" he said, winking as he held my hand and led me backstage. As soon as we were through the curtain my job was done. I pulled my hand out of his, ran to the locker room, grabbed my bag and ran to my car.
"Jordan!" Hunter yelled as I started the engine. I groaned and wound the window down, looking at him. "Yeah?" I asked. He smiled. "That talk?" he said. I shook my head. "Not now, Hunter" I said. "I'm beat. I just wanna go home, put my feet up..." "Not gonna happen doll" he said. "We need you for the show tomorrow. I need someone who knows what they're doing, and someone who can handle Ambrose. You check both boxes. I've booked you a room at our hotel. See you later." I watched as he walked away, not even giving me a chance to refuse. Damn him!
Knocking at the door got me out of my bath sooner than I wanted. "Alright!" I yelled as the banging got more insistent. I pulled the door open, groaning when I saw Jon's smiling face. "What do you want Ambrose?" I asked, stepping backwards and letting him in. "You to stop avoiding me" he said, shutting the door behind him. "Look, I'm just gonna say what I came to say, and leave. I don't wanna argue Jordan. But, well, doll you've got me. You're in my head constantly, your sassy attitude, your confidence, I want it. I want you. I'm not letting you run again and not saying this for another six months. I had to put my cards on the table. I want you Jordan. All of you." He turned, opened the door, and left quickly.