Chapter 3:

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Working out had always been a stress relief for Allie. However, running outside in the open air was a whole different experience that running on a treadmill or weightlifting couldn't give her. The fresh air made her adrenaline soar and gave her a mind clearing sensation. And with everything going on at the current moment, that was exactly what she needed.

She had not been fully prepared for her abrupt meeting of The Shield. Even though they had no idea who she was, it had still been unsettling and extremely nerve wracking to come face to face with them. Now she had to spend the next two days with them, feeling as though she was lying to them about who she was.

She could only imagine the questions Sami had to field from them right now. That made her feel worse. Knowing that she was putting Sami in the middle and was unintentionally forcing him to lie to them about who she really was. Sami would never betray her and would never make her feel bad for it, but that didn't make her feel any better about putting him out there like that. Especially knowing Sami's relationship with Jon.

Sami and Jon were like brothers. They had come up through the independent scene together and had even tag teamed at one point. Their history together ran deep and even though she had never met Jon before, she knew all about him. Just like she knew all about Colby and Joe.

Jon and Colby were stars of the independents. She had been following their careers long before they had come to FCW. She had scouted them and had been the one who decided to sign them, knowing they were crucial to the future of the WWE, but not knowing how she would utilize them.

When she had gotten a call from Hall of Famer, Sika of The Wild Samoans, about his son, Joe, she had flown out to see what this former Georgia Tech football star had to offer. Knowing the Samoan dynasty never failed to produce, she knew he wouldn't disappoint, but she hadn't been fully prepared for what she was presented with. Sika had never told Joe about his conversation with her, not wanting to get his hopes up, so Joe wasn't aware of her presence at his tryout. Joe had been the final piece of the puzzle for Allie's intended future of the WWE.

Not long after having her pieces in place, she had come up with the idea of a new faction that would rock the foundation of the WWE. In the winter of 2011, she had presented the idea of this new faction to the board of directors. The board had liked the idea, but were uncertain of who could pull of such a risky stunt. Allie knew exactly which three up and comers could pull it off and in November of 2012, The Shield had been born.

Creative had tried to interfere with stupid ideas of turtle necks and SWAT shields. Allie had quickly approached Vince and told him that if the unit was going to succeed, creative had to be hands off and she would be the only decision maker. Vince agreed and the shields were nixed and the turtle necks we're replaced with tactical vests. And that was how things progressed. Allie would send them outlines, remaining anonymous and the three men would make it work, always under the impression the outlines came from creative and that they were just given free reign. She provided the materials and they provided the talent. Boy, did they provide talent. The three men had a bond and a working relationship that not even Allie could have predicted. It was the key element that had made them so successful.

Now here they were, 5 weeks away from Wrestlemania, the showcase of the immortals. The stage where legends are born and the board decides to pull this stunt, risking their possible future by removing Allie from the equation. She'd be damned if she'd let it happen. She'd play the game if she had to, if it meant protecting her Shield from career catastrophe. If she didn't and creative got ahold of this, God only knows where the guy's careers would end up.

As she made her way up the stairs of Sami's porch, she looked at her phone and saw that she had been gone for the better part of an hour. She quickly stretched out her body, with her music still blasting in her ears, before heading back into the house. Turning her music off and taking out her earbuds, she walked into the living room and saw all four men sitting around the room watching Sports Center. All four heads turned and looked at her, while she passed through to the kitchen to grab a water.

With a water bottle in hand, she walked back into the living room and plopped on the couch between Sami and Colby. She wrapped her arms around Sami, hugging him against her.

"EEEEEEWWWWW! You're sweaty!" Sami whined as he pushed her off making her laugh. "That's gross, you nasty!"

"You love it." Allie said, wiping her sweaty arm across his cheek, earning another whine from him.

"Bitch, that's gross! Stop it!" Allie only laughed again, as she opened her water, taking a long drink from it. Wiping the sweat from his cheek, dramatically, Sami grimaced. "How was your run? You were gone forever."

Allie shrugged, "Lost track of time, but it was good." Taking a few minutes before she spoke again, she finished her water. Standing up, she went to the kitchen and tossed her water bottle in the trash. Deciding to head upstairs to grab a quick shower, she stopped on her way to the stairs. "So what's the plan?"

Sami turned towards her and motioned towards the guys, "We're gonna run out and pick up the booze in a few. Can you run out and get some food for tonight? One of us will stay and run with you."

Allie nodded, "Sure, just leave me a list of stuff you want. I'm gonna run up and shower."

"Yes, please! For the love of God! Please shower." Sami teased, earning him a one finger salute from Allie. Sami laughed as he continued, "Alright stinky, I'll leave you my car keys. One of us will meet you down here." Allie smirked and nodded again, then made her way upstairs.

After a decently long shower, she made he way to her room with a towel wrapped around her. Once in her room, she moved to her luggage and pulled out a pair of faded skinny jeans and a black Black Sabbath t-shirt. Quickly getting dressed, she threw on her black knee-high heeled boots. Then grabbed her leather jacket, her phone and purse, before heading downstairs.

As she made her way towards the kitchen, she was scrolling through missed texts and emails, when a voice startled her out of her task.

"About damn time, princess" the gruff voice said. Looking up she met the gaze of Jon, who was sitting on the couch, looking rather annoyed. "I was about to send a fucking search party." Allie only rolled her eyes and moved into the kitchen to grab Sami's keys. Looking around the counter she didn't see them and was turning back toward the living room, stopping in her tracks seeing Jon leaning against the doorway. "Looking for these," he said, holding up a set of keys. Allie moved to take them, but he snatched his hand back, "I don't think so sweetheart. I'm driving. Let's go."

Allie stood and watched him walk towards the front door. She followed him out, making a face at his retreating form. She waited as he stopped to put his leather jacket on over his black t-shirt and placed his black ball cap backwards on his head, adjusting it to make sure it was sitting right. Allie rolled her eyes and she huffed at him, "You look gorgeous, Fabio. Can we go now?"

Jon tossed her another annoyed look over his shoulder, as he finally pulled the door open. After locking up the front door, Allie followed him down the stairs towards the car. As he stuck his hand out in the direction of the car to unlock it with the remote, Allie rushed passed him and grabbed the keys out of his hand and made a beeline for the driver's side.

Jon stood a few feet away from the car with an increasingly annoyed, yet shocked look on his face, as Allie hopped into the car. Turning the car on, she rolled down the passenger side window and yelled out to him, "Come on, Miss Daisy! I'm driving." Giving him a sassy smirk, she then rolled the window back up as he stomped to the car, threw the door open and dropped angrily inside, before slamming the door.

Allie backed down the driveway and the duo made their way through town towards the grocery store. "So, did you draw the short straw?"

Jon, still frustrated, gave her a confused look, "Huh?" Allie chuckled, and glanced over at him.

"Well our meeting didn't exactly go to well and I know I'm not first on your list of choices for a new BFF," Allie said as she dug through her purse, with one hand for her cigarettes and a lighter. Pulling them out, she rolled the window down and lit the cigarette, taking a deep drag. Blowing the smoke out the window, she continued. "So, I was just curious how you got lucky enough to be my shopping buddy."

"Umm," Jon said distractedly, as he watched her take another pull off her cigarette. She looked over and saw him watching her cigarette. Smirking slightly, she reached back into her purse and handed him the pack and a lighter. He sat a moment, looking as if he was contemplating whether it was a trick or not, before taking one out, lighting it, and rolling down his window. Allie watched out of the corner of her eye as he took a deep drag and rested his head against the head rest, then blowing out the smoke. She heard him mumble a thanks, before he took another drag.

"You're welcome," she chuckled, as
they continued through town. "Recently quit?"

Jon studied her a moment as if he was still trying to gauge her, before answering. "Kind of. The company I work for doesn't like smokers. So I had to give it up in order to keep my job."

"Who the fuck told you that?!" Allie snapped too quickly, before she could catch herself and flinched inwardly hoping by some miracle Jon hadn't caught it. No such luck.

"What?" He looked at her as if she grown two extra heads. "What's your problem?"

Trying to think quickly on her feet, Allie managed to sputter out what she hoped was a quick save. "I just meant, what kind of employer tells their employee that they have to quit smoking or their fired?"

Jon looked at her a moment with a blank expression. Allie swallowed a sigh of relief when he seemed to buy it. "Well sweetheart, I'm a professional wrestler and the company I work for is the biggest wrestling organization out there. Where all wrestlers hope to end up one day. Since I'm lucky enough to be there, I really don't want to fuck it up." His tone was sarcastic and condescending, as if he was talking to the biggest bimbo in the world.

Not appreciating his tone, Allie gave him her best valley girl, "OMG! Are you, like, totally talking about, like, the WWE?! You must, like, totally be one of those, like, WWE Superstars! That's, like, sooooooooooo awesome! I, like, can't believe I'm, like, in a car with a WWE Superstar! Can I, like, have your autograph?!" Jon face was absolutely priceless, but she wasn't done. Deciding to be extra mean, because of how bratty he was being, she let him have it. "OMG! Wait! Are you, like, John Cena?!"

Jon turned away from her with a huff and a deep scowl on his face. Allie bursted into a fit of laughter, and she swore she saw an embarrassed blush take over his face, only making her laugh harder.

Just then she pulled into the grocery store parking lot. Putting the car in park she watched as Jon finished off his cigarette and climbed out of the car with an annoyed, "Let's get this the fuck over with." Allie's laughter died down to a chuckle as he slammed the door shut. Shortly after, she turned the car off and climbed out, surprised to see Jon still standing there, waiting. She thought he'd be clear across the parking lot by now.

Rounding the car, he fell in step beside her and they walked into the store together. Grabbing a cart, she put her purse inside it, but was cut off from pushing it as Jon steered it away from her. Rolling her eyes, she followed him through the store as they picked up things from a list Sami had given to Jon. Splitting up at one point to grab things on opposite ends of the store, to speed things along.

Allie was walking back towards Jon's direction, when the magazine rack caught her eye. Picking up the latest edition of WWE magazine, she looked at the cover. A look of confusion crossed her face when she saw one of the title articles:

"Does The Shield have a fourth member?"

Quickly flipping through the pages, she found the article. She was seeing red. They were hinting at it? A possible fourth member that could shock the WWE Universe. They had just discussed this yesterday! They had lied to her. This had been planned for months. Maybe since the beginning. Vince had lied to her. They never intended for her to have complete and lone control.

She was just about to pull her phone out and call Stephanie, when Jon's voice sounded behind her, startling her out of her thoughts. "Trying to find out who I am, sweet cheeks?"
She turned to him after closing the magazine, to see his shit-eating grin, as he leaned against the cart, with his arms folded along the handle bar.

Placing the magazine back in the rack, she turned back to him, no longer in a joking mood. "Are we ready to go?" Jon just looked at her a moment, the grin dropping from his face. He gave her a look as if wanting to ask what was wrong before deciding against it and just nodded. "Let's check out then." Allie said dumping her items in the cart, then moved to walk towards the check out, with Jon following behind.

After the cashier had scanned all the items, Allie went to slide her card, but a hand shot out in front of her and she watched as another card slid through the reader. Turning to look beside her, she saw Jon give her a small smile, as he signed his name. Thanking the cashier, they collected their bags and headed out to the car.

After loading the bags into the trunk and closing it, Allie turned to Jon and tossed him the keys. "You can drive back." Then made her way to the passenger side and sliding inside. Pulling another cigarette out of her purse and lighting it, she thought of all the things she wanted to say to Vince, to Hunter, and to the board. She was still fuming, barely aware that Jon had slid into the driver's seat and started the car.

A few moments into the drive, she heard Jon clear his throat trying to subtly get her attention. "Umm," he said hesitantly, "Do you think I could bum another one?" This made Allie smile a little, as she reached in and grabbed him another cigarette.

"Thank you," he said, clearly this time, after lighting it, and handing her back her lighter.

You're welcome," she smiled at him, before turning to look out the windshield, following it up with, "Mr. Ambrose." The comment made his head turn quickly towards her. Seeing her smile, he just smirked and shook his head. He still wasn't sure about this chick, but he had to admit she had her moments.

Returning back to Sami's they unloaded the groceries and carried them into the kitchen in silence, passing the other three men in the living room. After dropping the bags off, Allie made her was to the living room, followed shortly by Jon. She looked at Sami and said, "Since all you guys went to get was booze, you can put the groceries away."

With that, she left and made her way upstairs to take care of some business. As she reached the landing, she heard Sami say to Jon, "What'd you do to piss her off?" Shaking her head, not hearing Jon's response, she walked into her room and shut the door. It was time to raise a little corporate hell.

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