Chapter 4:

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"Allie, I swear to you, I will get to the bottom of this," Stephanie fumed through the phone. "I have no idea how this got under my radar, but I'll be damned if I let them try and get one over on both of us."

Allie had called Stephanie first to try and find out how she could've been so deceived, only to find that Stephanie had absolutely no idea about any of it. She now had Stephanie in a fit of rage, ready to roll heads. One thing the two women had in common was there strong dislike for being kept in the dark. Neither could understand how they had gotten this by Stephanie, but they definitely knew why.

Stephanie and Allie had a deep respect and understanding of each other. Stephanie had always taken Allie's side, because she knew without a doubt that Allie was what was best for business. The board would do what they had to in order to keep Stephanie in the dark, so they could avoid Allie's dominating presence in anyway. They all knew that if Stephanie had her way, Allie would soon become the new Senior VP of Talent Relations. She was practically doing the job now, but without the official title, the board was able to keep some reigns on her.

The last thing the board of pig headed, chauvinists wanted was a woman who could do the job better than they could and with Stephanie at her side, they'd be screwed. "Stephanie, I almost flew back out there and went ape shit on their asses. I've never felt so infuriated and humiliated in my life. You were almost a widow and a one parent, child in the same day."

Stephanie chuckled lightly at that, "I know, I'm sorry Al. We'll get this figured out, I promise." Allie could hear papers shuffle on the other end, before Stephanie spoke again, "Regardless of the circumstances, I'm glad you called. I was getting ready to call you anyway."

"What's up?" Allie plopped down on the bed, booting up her laptop, figuring the discussion would be work related and would probably need it. She switched to her Bluetooth, so her hands would be free to use her computer.

"Well I got emails from both Jon and Joe about their tactical vests. Joe says he wants to change his up for Wrestlemania. He said it's too bulky and wants something less busy. Jon said he would like to nix his altogether. He says he gets pinched and it's hard to move in. He wants to know if he could ditch it and just wear other black attire, like a t-shirt or sleeveless shirt," she heard Stephanie clicking and tapping at her computer as she spoke. "I'll forward you the emails. What do you want to do?"

Allie thought for a moment before answering as she pulled up her link to her website for tactical gear. "I'll look through and find some options for Joe to go through and see what he likes best. As for Jon, I know he hates it, but before we nix the whole thing, I'd like him to try a few different ones. I'll order him a few to try and he can see what works best. If we don't have any luck, we can try try the alternatives. What about Colby?"

"Colby seems fine with his. Haven't heard any complaints from him," Steph answered, as Allie pulled up the emails on a new window. The two talked a little more business, as Allie scrolled through the vest options for both men, before ordering Jon's and sending the options for Joe back to Stephanie. "I'll forward them onto him."

"Tell him, if he isn't sure and wants to try a couple options to let us know and I'll order them for him," Allie said as she began to close out of everything.

She heard Steph chuckle on the other end. "You know I'm not happy about all this game changing, but one thing I'll be happy about is not playing messenger anymore and them being able to deal with you directly now." Allie laughed at that and agreed. "So what are you doing with yourself for the week?"

"Funny you should ask," Allie chuckled awkwardly, "My mental preparation for confronting them on Monday was unexpectedly hindered."

"How so?" Just as Stephanie asked that, there was a knock on Allie's door. She called for the person to come in and was met with the pleasant smile of Joe. She smiled back at him, greeting him as he took a little step into the room.

"Sorry to bother you, but Sami asked me to come and see what was taking your pokey ass so long? You are not allowed to hide up here until the party starts and leave us to do all the work." Allie's jaw dropped at Joe's unexpected words. Joe's face reddened slightly, worried he might have upset her. "His words, not mine. I was told to say those exact words." Allie busted into laughter, making Joe's tension ease.

"Tell the devil child, that I'm just finishing up some business and that I'll be down in a couple minutes. And if he knows what's good for him, he won't let his mouth write checks, his ass can't cash. You can use those words exactly." Allie smiled at Joe as he laughed and nodded. Smiling his big, gorgeous, Samoan smile, before leaving and closing the door behind him. She then turned her attention back to Stephanie.

"Why did that voice sound familiar?" Steph asked, as if she was wracking her brain trying to figure out who belonged to that deep, sexy voice.

"Ummm... Because it was Joe," Allie answered hesitantly.

"Joe?"

"Anoa'i."

"I'm sorry... What?!"

"Yea."

"Shut up!"

"Yea."

"How in the ever-loving fuck did that happen?" Steph asked in complete shock.

"You kiss your children with that mouth, Mrs. Levesque?" Allie asked, with humor in her voice.

"This coming from you, Vulgar Vicky?"

"Excuse me. Are you trying to insinuate that I use profanity?" Allie gasped in mock offense.

"Yes."

"Well, that's just fucking ridiculous."

"Check and mate."

"I think it's your bad influence."

"Right! It's me." Stephanie said sarcastically. "Why the hell are we friends again?"

"I think it has something to do with our mutual loyalty and obsession with the Pittsburgh Steelers," Allie paused for a moment, "and purses... And shoes..."

"And profanity," Stephanie laughed.

"Yes! Can't forget about that." Allie chuckled back.

"We've gotten off topic, ma'am," Stephanie said with a hint of seriousness in her tone.

"Damnit! My distraction tactic didn't work well enough," Allie sighed, dramatically.

"Spill." Stephanie answered simply.

Taking a deep breath, Allie recited the story, "Well after I got home from the meeting with the board, I got a call from Sami. We haven't had a chance to hang out recently, so he asked if I wanted to come visit for a couple days, because he was having a party. I agreed and flew out here. I was updating him on recent events, when he told me that a few friends he had also invited out, happened to be the very same gentlemen that I've been mentally preparing myself for. Needless to say, I've been a wreck."

"Wow," was all Stephanie said at first, "so they have no idea who you are?"

"Nope, not a clue," Allie answered, following that up with a sarcastic, "but hey that's ok, because I think Jon hates me, so Monday should be awesome!"

"Oh boy," Steph sighed heavily. "So I guess you won him over with your sparkling and bubbly personality?"

"I think he tried to set me on fire with his eyes."

"Oh, then it must be love."

"I'm just waiting for the Shakespearean sonnets to start rolling in."

"Maybe you'll get lucky and he'll get so hammered at the party that he'll serenade you with love songs."

"Don't tease me! I'll get my hopes up. I hope it's something classic, like... 'Hit me baby one more time' or 'Tearin' up my heart'."

"If it is, you'll know its fate." Steph smiled into the phone. "Just don't get so hammered that you start spouting off about your deep, dark secret. I can already hear you telling people that you're the gatekeeper."

"Well as long as no one claims to be the keymaster, I should be fine."

"Unless it's Jon."

"Well, now that this conversation took an absolutely ridiculous turn, I think I should go and help the guys get everything ready."

"Tell them I said hello." Stephanie laughed.

"Oh yes, that wouldn't be suspicious at all," Allie laughed, as she began putting her computer away. "Thank you for the mostly lighthearted chat, Steph.

"Anytime chick! You know that. Let me know how the party goes." Steph said smiling into the phone.

"Will do. Have a goodnight!"

"Goodnight, Zuul." Allie laughed hanging up the phone. She removed her Bluetooth and tossed it on the nightstand beside the bed. Throwing her hair up into a messy bun, she then made her way downstairs to help the guys.

A couple hours later, Allie was finishing up getting dressed. The party was about to get started, as soon as the guests arrived. She had decided on a mini denim skirt and a black halter top. Her hair was straightened and had been pinned back out of her face. Her eye makeup had a darker smokey look to it and her lips were a deep red. She was sitting on the bed, putting on her black ankle boots, when there was a knock on the door. She called for them to come in. Looking up she saw Sami walk in wearing a pair of torn up jeans, a black t-shirt, and a pair of worn black tennis shoes.

"Dressed to impress tonight, Kiddo?" Allie joked, causing Sami to make a face at her. She laughed as she finished putting her boots on.

"This is my house, my party, and I'll dress how I wanna," he said in a very whinny little kid voice. Allie just shook her head laughing, as she stood up and moved to grab her perfume to give herself one last spritz. "People are starting to show up, so you should probably get the rest of your clothes on."

Allie turned to him, with her hands on her hips and an eyebrow raised. "I have on everything I'm going to wear."

Sami looked her up and down with an unreadable expression, before responding. "Oh."

"Sami!" Allie shouted, but couldn't help but laugh as he gave her a devilish smile. "You are such an ass!"

"Yea? And?" Allie just tsked at him, crossing her arms, "oh, come on. You're practically my sister. I'm doing that overprotective brother thing." They both laughed as Allie walked to him and they threw their arms around each other and made their way down stairs to the party.

As they entered the party, the music was already on a decent volume and there were people scattered everywhere. She she saw Colby and Joe over by the adult beverage station and decided to head that way. As she approached, Colby and Joe smiled and waved at her. She returned their greeting, then saw Colby turn behind him and grab something out from under one of the tables. She saw him twist the top off a bottle before handing to her. She realized it was one of her wine coolers. She thanked him with a big smile as Joe leaned over and spoke close to her ear so she could hear him over the music.

"We put our stashes under that table in coolers so no one else would get to it," Joe said, motioning to the table that Colby had just reached under to retrieve her wine cooler. "Help yourself to whatever's in there."

"Thanks guys," she yelled to them over the music. She stood and talked with them for a while, finding out they had a mutual love for certain styles of fitness and workout routines. They made plans to hit a local crossfit gym the next day, before Allie left them to make her way around the room. She stopped and talked to a lot of familiar faces that she hadn't seen in a sometime, while also meeting some new people for the first time.

There was one guy in particular that she wasn't overly impressed with and that feeling only progressed as he consumed more and more alcohol. He was new to the Indy scene and the others all seemed to share the same opinion of him. He was a big guy, tall and well muscled. Really not all that bad to look at with dark red hair and green eyes. His name was Harvey Myers. If he wasn't such a world class dick, he would probably go far in the business. Unfortunately, he thought he was the greatest thing out there and decided that it was a good idea to badger and antagonize the three A-shelf wrestlers that were there.

After a while of not getting the rise out of the three members of The Shield that he was hoping for, he started to target the women, mostly Allie.

Allie had remained calm and took his verbal lashings and sexual innuendos, much to the dislike of the other men in the room. That was until he tried to corner one of the girls, who was trying desperately to push him away. Allie saw red and made a beeline for them. Grabbing the back of his shirt, the others were surprised to see her pull him backwards so easily. He stumbled for a moment, before regaining his balance and began to walk towards her.

"You want a turn, you little ring rat?" He grunted at her, making her stomach swirl in disgust. He went to reach for her hair, but Allie was too quick, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back, before shoving him against the closest wall. The music cut off as everyone watched the event unfold in front of them.

"I am not a rat," she hissed at him, disgustedly. "I am not a toy and neither are any of these girls in here. I suggest that if you fucking plan on making anything of yourself in this fucking business, you wise up and start showing a little respect for others. Do I make myself clear? She twisted his arm harder making him wince.

"Yes." He wheezed out.

"Yes, what?" She snarled as she jerked his arm upward.

"Yes, ma'am!" He bellowed out in pain.

"Now I suggest you call it a night. Go home, sober up, and reevaluate your choices." She then back them away from the wall, before spinning him and shoving him towards the door.

"I'll take him home, Al." Robert Anthony said, stepping forward. "I'm sorry. He came with me."

"No, Rob. You have nothing to apologize for. And, you sure as hell don't have to ruin your night because of someone who can't behave themselves." She pushed Harvey down onto a couch. "Take out your phone and call yourself a cab. I think you owe everyone an apology." After muttering an apology, he quickly dialed a local cab company to come and pick him up. Without giving Allie another look, he grabbed his coat and walked out onto the porch to wait.

Allie turned towards the stereo and turned it back on, before grabbing her cigarettes and heading for the back porch, blood still boiling. She stepped outside and quickly lit one up, taking a deep drag. After a few minutes, her body started to cool down and she realized how cold it was outside. Having forgot her jacket, she tried to quickly finish her cigarette before heading back in. As she was raising it to her lips to take another drag, she heard the door open behind her. Not looking behind her right away, she felt someone approach her, then was wrapped in warmth as they place a jacket around her.

Glancing down, she didn't recognize the coat, and then turned around to see Jon with an unreadable expression on his face. Allie realized that this was the first time they had been face to face since the party started. She had seen him off talking to others while she made her rounds around the room, but they had never gotten near each other. She smirked at him, finishing off her cigarette, before grabbing two more out of the pack. Handing one to him, making him give her a smirk of his own.

Neither of them said anything for a few moments, as they both leaned against the railing on the back porch, next to each other.

"Thank you," Allie said, breaking the silence without looking in his direction.

"Thank you," he said as he took another drag off his cigarette. "So, that was pretty intense."

Allie looked over at him with a nonchalant look, "oh that?" She smirked, "Nah! Typical Wednesday." Jon chuckled, as he took her in for a moment.

"I don't get you," he said suddenly.

"What's to get?" She asked him confused.

He turned toward her, leaning his right elbow against the rail, "Well, I've heard Sami talk about you, but I've never actually met you until now. I was starting to think you were an imaginary friend or some shit."

Allie chuckled, as he continued, "Then out of nowhere, you're here and I'm meeting this chick that Sami always said was this hard ass, sarcastic, trouble finding, kinda pyscho, adopted sister."

"Awww... He called me a sister? He's so sweet." She said, making him give her a confused look as to how she picked that out of everything he just said. "What?" He continued to give her the look, "Well the rest is true, so I can't really be mad at him for being honest."

"O-kay..." Jon shook his head, "anyway. I just don't get how you go from being this funny, sarcastic, pain in the ass to what I just saw in there. You weren't intimidated at all by that guy. You tossed him around like he was a fucking feather pillow."

"I don't know," Allie shrugged innocently, trying desperately to save face. "I guess you pick a few things up when you mostly hang around wrestlers." Jon just gave her a look as if to say he didn't buy it, but before he could dispute it, the door behind them opened again and Sami yelled out.

"Hey, Chuck Norris," Allie rolled her eyes at him, as he continued, "Get your butt back in here, all the guys want a turn getting man-handled by you." Allie growled at him playfully making Sami laugh, before he turned a little more serious. "No, but really, you ok?" Allie nodded her head, winking at him as she and Jon finished their cigarettes.

As the three of them walked back in, she shrugged off Jon's jacket, before handing it to him, with a genuine smile. "Thanks." Jon then watched her walk away as she made a beeline for the secret coolers and something a little stronger.

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