Chapter 12:
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"Joe!"
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"Son of a-... Joe!" Feet scuffling echoed down the corridor of the arena. Harsh grunting and growling mixed with desperate calls. From the opposite end of the hallway it would almost look like the two figures were grappling, and in a way they were. The smaller of the two was fighting hard against the large in an attempt to hold him back. The larger fought hard to move around the smaller figure in order to pursue his mission of total destruction... Maybe it hadn't been a good idea to tell Joe and Colby before their match at Mania.
Allie and Jon had fully intended to wait until later that night to talk with them. However, when the two had returned to the locker room, Allie's eyes still puffy and blood shot and Jon still a raging ball of aggression, they had really no choice but to answer the concerned and questioning looks of Joe and Colby. When they finished telling her story, the room was silent. After a few minutes a deep growl rumbled from Joe's chest before he heaved himself up and made a break for the door.
Allie dashed after him, catching him just outside the door. Which is where they both stood now struggling with each other. "Let me go, Allie. I'm gonna rip them apart! I swear to God Orton won't make it to the ring tonight!"
"Joe you can't! If he can't wrestle, you guys can't either! Don't do this to the team," Allie fought, keeping herself wrapped around his waist, trying to force him back. She looked up then and she saw a fuming Colby starting towards them. Allie gulped as she saw him move to walk past them and she reached her left arm out, grabbing a firm hold of his wrist. She was now fighting to hold both men back, caught in between them, pushing one, while pulling the other.
As she struggled against them, she heard a snorted laugh behind Joe and looked up to see Jon, leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face, watching the scene before him. She gave him a pleading look as she felt her grip on Colby slipping.
Relenting, Jon straightened up and moved towards them. Stepping up behind Colby, he wrapped his arms around his waist and hauled him back, lifting his feet off the floor. Jon struggled to walk backwards towards the locker room with a kicking and flailing Colby.
"Oh, yea, sure! Take the smaller one, Asshole!" Allie grumbled at Jon, refocusing her all her efforts into pushing Joe backwards. Jon smirked at her again, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly at her from over Colby's shoulder. Allie growled loudly, before addressing Joe again, "Joe, please don't make me have to kick your ass!"
"I'm gonna beat them both to a bloody pulp!" Joe lashed out, trying another attempt at more force. When Allie felt them both shift forward, she had to think quickly and did the only thing she could think to bring this Samoan freight train to a halt. Releasing her grip on Joe's midsection, she spun quickly and kicked him out at the knees, bringing him crashing down to the floor beside her. Before he could get a hold of his bearings and stand up again, Allie pushed him onto his stomach. She pinned his left arm between her legs and laid across his back, putting him into a sleeper hold.
Joe growled out in frustration, unsuccessfully, trying to break the hold. Allie tightened her grip slightly, trying to get his attention to focus on what she was saying. "Big man, settle your ass down! Beating their asses tonight isn't going to benefit anyone! Especially you, when two matches have to be cancelled because you incapacitated two main-eventers." She felt him still tensing and struggling against her, "Don't cost The Shield your Wrestlemania moment!"
Just then a voice sounded from above them. "Dude! She's got you in The Kat's Eye!" Joe and Allie were then met with the excited face of Jon, as he laid down flat on the floor in front of Joe, eyeing the submission, trying to analyze it. "How does it feel?!" Jon dodge Joe's right arm as it came swinging towards him in an attempt to slap at him with a angry growl. "This is so cool! I've never seen it in person before!" Jon said as he dodged another swat.
Allie cleared her throat, trying not to laugh at Jon's enthusiasm at Joe misfortune, "Jon? Where's Colby?"
"I locked him in the bathroom," Jon said distractedly, keeping his gaze on the submission. "Is his shoulder twisted?" Jon asked as he poked at Joe's restrained arm, earning a another angry growl from Joe, this one with a hint of pain mixed in. "What do you think will fall asleep first? His head or his arm?"
"Jon," Allie said in a warning tone, while trying to hide a smile. "You're poking at a cage lion right now. Eventually, I'll have to let him go."
"No! Wait! Don't let go, yet," Jon said scrambling to his feet and scurrying towards the locker room. "I want a picture of this!" He came back a few seconds later with his phone in hand and began snapping several photos.
"Joe?" Allie heard him grumble in response, but took it as a sign that he was listening. Jon continued to snap photos, moving around them to get different angles. "If I let you go, do you promise to keep a cool head and not to go looking for Cena and Orton?" Joe growled angrily at the mention of their names. "Joe," Allie said in a warning tone. "Come on, buddy. Just keep it calm tonight, please? For me?" She felt his body heave in a heavy sigh, then felt the tension begin to leave his body.
"Ok," Joe huffed out, then tapped his free hand against her arms in a sign to release him. She slowly untangled them, and they both made it to their feet. Joe turned to her and gave her a small sad smile, before pulling her into a tight hug, which she happily returned. After a few moments, they released the hug and Joe brushed off his clothes, ridding himself of any dust or dirt from the floor.
Then he suddenly turned towards Jon, gaining the other man's attention, pushing his right hand that was formed into a fist, into his left hand. Allie laughed as she watched Jon turn quickly and begin sprinting down the hallway, Joe hot on his heels, yelling after him. Shaking her head at her goofy adolescents, she moved into the locker room to deal with the third one.
As soon as she walked into the room, she could hear Colby beating on the door of the bathroom, while cussing his little heart out at the absent Jon. She smiled, making her way to the bathroom door and suddenly jerking it open, causing Colby to spill out into the room and landing on the floor with a hard thump. He quickly scrambled up to his feet and spun himself in the direction of the door, but before he could make it far, he was stopped by the authoritative voice of Allie, "I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Joe. Don't let this ruin your night." Colby turned back towards her, watching as she leaned herself against a nearby wall and folding her arms across her chest. "Beating the hell out of those two isn't worth losing a Wrestlemania moment over, Colby."
Colby huffed frustratedly, "It seems worth it to me." Allie sighed and straightened up, then moved to Colby. She slid both arms around his waist and hugged him tightly while resting her head against his right shoulder. He instantly wrapped his arms around her, returning the tight embrace. He sighed, his tense body relaxing after a few moments. "I'm so for what they did to you, Al. I remember the match. It never did sit right with me. Something seemed so wrong about it."
"I appreciate you guys wanting to defend me, but can it please wait until after tonight?" Allie pleaded. "The three of you have worked too hard to throw it away now. Don't let them take your moment from you, like they stole mine from me. I'd never be able to forgive myself."
Colby let out another huff, but relented, "Alright. I'll keep it together for you, but we will get our hands on them." Just then, the door to the locker room was thrown open and Jon barreled towards them with a huge grin.
"Dude! You missed it!" He exclaimed, waving his phone in Colby's direction. "She had him in The Kat's Eye! He was screaming like a little bitch!"
"I was not!" Joe's voice erupted from the doorway as he marched in. Jon quickly tossed his phone to Colby, as Joe came charging towards him. While Jon and Joe played duck and dodge around the room, Colby looked through the pics, a smile spreading across his face.
"Ah man, I missed it!" Colby laughed, "You lucky bastard! You gotta teach me that submission, Al!"
Allie smirked, shrugging, "Sure, Colbs." Before Colby could react, Allie had swept his feet out from under him and rolled him to his stomach, applying the submission on him. Colby let out a not so masculine screech, startled by her sudden movement. While he frantically waved his free arm around, Allie glanced over at the other two and saw that Joe had managed to finally catch Jon and had wrestled him to the ground. They were both on their knees, with Joe's left arm wrapped around Jon in a headlock, while he gave the younger man noogies with his right hand. Jon growled out in frustration, trying to push Joe's arm off.
"Well, I can see maturity runs high in this team." Allie heads shot towards the door, startled by the female voice that just sounded around the room. They met the green eyed gaze of a gorgeous, tall, toned brunette dressed in faded skinny jeans, tucked into worn, brown knee-high riding boots. Her upper body was wrapped in a dark green leather jacket, over top a white t-shirt. The three men in the room wore similar expressions of shock, while Allie merely smirked at the woman before them.
Untangling herself from Colby, Allie stood to greet her, walking over and giving her a tight hug. "What are you doing here?" The two women released each other, each with a happy grin on their faces.
"I got a call requesting my presence at the showcase of the immortals on behalf of the 'Wicked Witch'," the brunette chuckled, rolling her eyes.
Allie nodded, with a matching roll of her eyes, as the two woman said in unison, "Sami."
"So, I called our favorite billion dollar princess and here I am," the brunette said, tossing her arms out to the side. Allie smiled excitedly at her, then turned hearing a throat clearing behind her. She was met with the anxious looks of the three men, making her and the brunette smile.
"This is Jon Good, Joe Anoa'i, and Colby Lopez. Better known as The Shield," she spoke to the brunette and pointing to the guys.
"I know, you haven't shut up about them since you signed them," the brunette mocked teasingly, earning an embarrassed glare from Allie and making the three men smirk arrogantly.
"Oh, really?" Came the gruff voice of Jon, "What have you been saying about us?"
"Shut up," she murmured to The brunette.
"Oh you know," the brunette ignored her, "Roman Reigns, this. Seth Rollins, that. Dean Ambrose is so hott."
"I did not say that!" Allie exclaimed, as she smacked the brunette's arm.
Jon was suddenly behind her, his mouth close to her ear.
"You don't think I'm hott, princess?" Jon tsked in her ear. "I'm hurt."
She elbowed Jon in the gut lightly, making the other four in the room laugh. "I hate all four of you, right now." She stared pointedly at the brunette, "Especially you, you demon spawn."
"You know you love me. Don't even try and deny it," the brunette said, slinging her arm across Allie's shoulders. "Now, you wanna finish introductions or should I?"
"I though I just did?" Allie looked at her confused. She turned to the guys, "This is Demon Spawn." That earned her a shot to the side from the brunette. "Also known as Stephanie, but better known as my partner in crime, The Anti-Diva, Galaxy. Lexi, to her friends."
"We know!" Colby exclaimed, excitedly. "You two are probably the greatest female wrestlers in history. You were unbelievable to watch as a tag team! I can't believe I'm in the same room with the both of you right now!"
Allie and Steph, just stared at him for a moment before slowly turning to glance at each other. "Were we just fan-girled by Seth Rollins?" Steph whispered loudly to Allie.
"Totally," Allie whispered back. "Maybe we should go, before he gets his autograph book out."
"I don't have an autograph book," Seth huffed annoyed.
"That means he'll want us to sign a body part," Steph gasped, before smirking. She started pushing Allie towards the door, "You three go ahead. Colby and I will catch up."
"Knock it off, you perv," Allie laughed, watching Colby turn beet red. "See what you did? You embarrassed him."
Steph chuckled, then moved to shake hands with Joe and Jon. Looking in Colby's direction, he saw her give him a playful wink. He smiled back, feeling the embarrassment slip away. The group decided to head over to catering to grab a bite to eat before it got closer to show time.
Walking into catering the jovial atmosphere around them evaporated with the presence of the two men on the other side of the room. "I guess they know," Steph said to Allie, sensing the disturbing tension from the three men behind them. Allie simply nodded in confirmation, keeping her eyes on the figures across the room.
Cena and Orton were sitting at a table, talking amongst themselves, when Cena glanced up to look at the group. He smirked, nudging Orton making the man look up at the group as well. An evil smirk came across his face, when his eyes connected with Steph's. Allie heard Steph growl from beside her. Deciding it was time to move along, she took Steph's arm and pulled her towards the food tables, Jon, Joe, and Colby following close behind.
A few minutes later, the boys had gone to sit down with their food, while the girls went to grab drinks. As they turned to walk towards the table to join the boys, they came face to face with Cena and Orton. They heard screeching chairs from behind the men, but Allie shot a glance behind them, signaling the three men who had started towards them, to stay where they were. Returning her attention to the two men in front of her and Steph.
"Well, well, well," Randy snickered. "Look who it is, John. Miss Lexi, you look great, baby." Steph gagged dramatically at the term of endearment. "How bout that date we never got to go on?"
"There's a reason we never went out, Orton," Steph sneered at him.
"Yea, what's that?"
"Well for starters, you were too busy playing my best friend," she growled at him. "Secondly, I wouldn't date you if you were the last man on the planet, you vile, egotistical, walking STD."
"He was good enough for, Allie," John mocked her. "Although, anything would be good enough in her eyes."
"Actually, as I recall," Steph snapped at him, "he wasn't good enough!"
"Steph, no," Allie grabbed at Steph to hold her back. "Let's go."
"Oh, yea?" John shot back. "How's that?"
"Because she chose you, you fucking dildo!" Steph lashed out. She heard Allie suck in a breath beside her and felt her arm drop. Steph shut her eyes tightly, knowing she had just fucked up. She turned to look at Allie, but she was already walking out of the room. "Fuck," she breathed out, before chasing after her. "Allie!"
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"Allie, please!"
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"Alicia! Please! I'm so sorry!" Allie walked until she reached a door leading outside the arena. Steph following, watched as Allie leaned against a wall, then slid down in slowly. Steph moved toward her and sat cautiously beside her. "I'm so sorry," she stuttered out in a whisper, "I don't know why I told him that."
"Because you're still angry," Allie stuttered in a sad voice, running a hand through her hair. "I get it. I just never wanted him to know."
"I know. I'm such an idiot. I let my anger get the best of me," Steph huffed angrily at herself. "I'm so sorry, Al. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I know," Allie looked at her. "That's why you're forgiven, you crazy bitch." Both women laughed lightly at that. Steph wrapped a friendly arm around Allie's shoulders and pulled her into a hug. Neither had spoken for a few minutes, when Allie suddenly broke the silence. "I'm glad you're here."
"Me too," Steph said pulling back from the hug. "So..." Allie eyed her suspiciously, she had that tone in her voice that made Allie think she was up to no good.
"So?"
"So," Steph began and gave her a wicked grin, "Joe's really hott in person." Allie bursted into laughter at her friend. "Is he single?"
Allie shook her head at her friend in disbelief, "He just recently ended a long engagement, a couple months ago. I'm not sure he's looking for a relationship."
Steph gave her a confused look, "Who said anything about a relationship?"
Allie face palmed dramatically, murmuring, "My best friend is such a hoe." Steph slapped her lightly.
"I am not," she huffed jokingly. "I'm just saying, we're both mature single adults that have needs. Speaking of which, when was the last time you had your needs met? You're turning into a bitter old prude. You need to get laid before your vagina shrivels up and dries out.
"Oh my god!" Allie exclaimed, in embarrassment. "We are not discussing this!"
"I'm sure Ambrose, would be more than happy to help you out with that," Steph said suggestively.
"Excuse yourself from my personal life, please," Allie lashed out teasingly. "And his name's Jon."
"I know what his damn name is," Steph snipped at her. Then she gave her a look as if she was just struck my inspiration. "Maybe you should call him Mox when he bangs you. I'm sure he'd get off on that."
"Dude!" Allie exclaimed, standing up. "This conversation is over, you nasty."
"Got your mind off Cena, right?" Steph laughed as she stood up and they walked towards the entrance to the building.
"Shut up," Allie said, as she walked through the door, followed by Steph.
"You're welcome!"
They were the first match of the night. Allie, who usually accompanied them out to their mark before their entrance, and Steph, both went with them. They were currently standing, just behind the bleachers, out of the fans eyesight. The guys were currently pacing around and doing what they could to warm up. As Allie watched them from her position beside Steph, she could see the butterflies practically bursting from their bellies.
Taking a deep breath, she called to them, "Guys, bring it in." The three members of The Shield walked up to them, the strain of battling the nervousness clear across their faces. Formed into a huddle, Allie did what she could to hype them up and dwindle down the butterflies. "This is your moment. Go and claim it. Go show everyone why you're here. Prove to everyone in that locker room that you deserve to be here. Show them Roman Reigns! Show them Seth Rollins! Show them Dean Ambrose! When you step into that ring it's your yard! Show them what happens when I release my hounds!"
Allie could see the transition in their eyes, as the four of them put their fists together. She saw them change from Jon, Colby, and Joe into Dean, Seth, and Roman. They were hyped. They were in the moment... And they were ready.
Sierra... Hotel... India... Echo... Lima... Delta... Shield
As they turned to leave, Allie gripped Jon's arm, making him turn to look at her. She quickly stepped forward and before she really gave herself time to think about, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Stepping back, their eyes locked and she received a trademark Dean Ambrose smirk, before he followed the other two men out.
Their moment was here.
After watching Jon take blow after blow to his chest and Colby nearly knock himself silly with a dive through the ropes at Orton, she was relieved they were finally making their way backstage. The match had been amazing and she and Steph agreed that it had definitely set the scale high for Wrestlemania. The cheap shots from Colby to Orton hadn't gone unnoticed by her and had brought an evil, yet approving smile to her face. She also couldn't help but smile at the 'Ambrose' chants that broke out during the match and shared the crowds enthusiasm when Orton had been pinned by Jon, after a devastating spear from Joe.
When she saw them walking towards Steph and herself down the corridor, she let out a loud "Whoop!" and took off towards then, making Steph chuckle. As she neared them, she launched herself at them and was enveloped in a hug from all three, squished in the middle.
"I'm so proud of you, boys," Allie exclaimed, when they set her down. "You had that audience in the palm of your hands. Everyone backstage was glued to the monitors. This is just the beginning!"
"Well, I think this calls for a drink or two after the show," Steph smiled, walking up to them. "Great job out there, guys." The three men thanked her and smiled, agreeing to the celebratory drinks.
The five of them then headed back down to The Shield's locker room, so the guys could shower and change. Along the way, the guys were stopped several times, being complimented and congratulated on their great Wrestlemania debut. Once they finally made it to the locker room, the guys gathered their shower essentials and headed into the showers.
Steph was on the phone, sitting on the couch on the other side of the room, while Allie rummaged through her duffel bag, straddling one of the benches by the lockers. Allie jumped when a shirtless someone plopped on the bench facing her. Looking up, she saw Jon, freshly showered, grinning at her. "Well you smell better at least," Allie teased, before going back to her bag, but it was quickly pulled away and dropped on the floor next to her feet. With the bag out of the way, Jon slid forward, so their jean covered knees touched lightly. She gave him a raised eyebrow, getting a devilish smile in return.
"I think I'm more interesting than that bag," he said in a low voice. Allie smirked, running her gaze from his eyes down to his bare chest.
She could see the angry welts from where Show and Ste had landed their blows. She raised a tentative hand, her eyes glancing up to meet his quickly, before looking back at his chest and running a few fingers slowly across the marks. "Ouch," she said wincing at him, in regards to the angry marks that were radiating heat, while the rest of his body had cooled. "Do they hurt?"
"Nah," he said, puffing his chest out in a show of his machoism. Allie smirked at the cocky attitude, before adding a little more pressure to the marks as her fingers ran over them again. Jon jumped and growled slightly. "Ok, so maybe it hurts a little," he grumbled, making her chuckle.
"We can put some ice on it if you want," Allie said in all seriousness, making Jon smirk again.
"Worried about me, Sugar-plum?" Jon asked, his face getting closer to her, making her roll her eyes playfully. He licked his lips and whispered towards her ear, "You could always kiss them and make them better."
Without thinking, just acting on reflex, Allie smacked him on the chest, as she blushed furiously. Jon groaned out in pain, as she covered her mouth, realizing what she had done, "Damn, Al!"
"Jon, I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, then placing one hand against the angry welts on his chest. "I just reacted, I wasn't thinking. Are you ok?" Jon just smirked in response, holding her hand against his chest. The blush in her face inflamed even more as she tried to retract her hand, but was stopped by Jon's firm grip.
"Are you two done feeling each other up?" Steph's voice startled Allie, making her jump and swiftly pull her hand away from Jon. She turned to face Steph, who was now standing close behind her. Joe and Colby had just emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed. Allie glared up at Steph, who merely gave her a devilish smile. "I thought we could head out to catering and watch the show from there. We should be safe this time around."
The other four agreed and once the guys were ready they headed out to catering. The guys lead the way, as the girls trailed behind talking, in hushed tones.
"So, it looks like I wasn't to off base in regards to Mr. Good," Steph chuckled at Allie, earning a roll of the eyes from her.
"We're just friends, Steph," she grumbled at her. "Most of the time we don't even get along that well."
"Seemed like you were getting along fine to me," Steph wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"He's just being nice," Allie retorted. "I told them about Orton and Cena earlier tonight."
"How'd that go?" Allie quickly told her about her encounter with Jon and what he had said. Steph just looked at her in shock, stopping in her tracks. After a moment it gained the attention of the three men ahead of them, who turned and looked at them curiously. Snapping out of it, Steph turned and waved them off, "We're fine, be right there. She's just thinking about switching tampon brands and I can't believe it. Believe me when I say boys, a gentle glide makes all the difference." She then looked at Joe giving him a flirtatious wink, before turning back to Allie.
"I can't believe you just did that," Allie said in a harsh whisper, as she watched the boys smile and shake their heads, before turning to continue walking. "Seriously, what is wrong with you?"
"Did you want me to tell them what we were really talking about?" Steph asked her, giving her a small shrug. Allie blushed, making Steph laugh, "Yep! Didn't think so." Steph looped their arms together, moving them down the hallway again. "So, what are you going to do?"
"What is there to do?" Allie shrugged, earning a tsk from Steph. Allie sighed heavily, "Look, he's just being a good friend. I'm not emotionally ready for anything else anyway." Steph untangled their arms to slap the back of Allie's head. "Oww! The fuck was that for?"
"Have you really been out of the dating scene so long that you don't even recognize flirting when you see it?" Steph huffed annoyed. "The man told you he was ready and willing to break down those walls of your's and you think it's him just being a good friend?"
"Steph this is Jon Good, aka Jon Moxley, one of the biggest womanizers I've ever met. He's a great guy and a great friend, but a relationship?" Allie dragged a frustrated hand through her hair. "He told me himself that he doesn't like to be tied down. He likes keeping his options open. I'm not an open relationship kinda girl and even so, I'm not really even sure how I feel about him."
"Oh, yes you do," Steph argued.
"Steph, I find him attractive. Fuck, he's gorgeous, but you know it takes more than good looks and a hott body to get me really interested. We fight all the time. Half the time we can't stand the sight of each other," Allie rambled on, before catching herself. "Look, I just... I want to be sure about the person I choose to get involved with. I've been burned too badly in the past, thus the walls. If he's serious about me and helping to tear down my walls, he'll have to get across the moat first."
"Is that really fair to Jon? Making him pay for someone else's mistakes?" Steph asked her honestly.
Allie sighed, "It's not about making him pay for someone else's mistakes. I'm just saying that if he wants more from me, he'll have to say goodbye to his playboy ways. I don't share. That's the moat."
Steph sighed, finally relenting, "Ok, I get it. I just hate seeing you like this. It's been 7 years. I know, you wouldn't answer me before, but seriously, when was the last time you got laid?"
Allie chewed on her bottom lip, unsure if she should answer truthfully. After a moment, seeing Steph wasn't going to let it go this time, she huffed, before murmuring out something.
Steph shook her head, "Speak up son. Don't mumble."
Allie huffed again, folding her arms, meeting Steph's determined gaze, "John Cena... 7 years ago."
Steph's mouth dropped open in shock. She just stared at her wide eyed for several moments. "Dear God! No wonder you're so bitter all the time! I thought my dry spell was bad!"
"Oh yea, 4 days... How are you surviving?" Allie laughed mocking her. Steph gasped loudly, smacking her arm.
"Bitch."
"Deal with it," Allie laughed. "Hey maybe you'll get lucky tonight and Joe will fix that little problem."
Steph sighed dramatically, "A girl can dream." She looked up and saw the guys were waiting impatiently outside catering. As they approached them, Steph raised her hands, "Don't worry guys! It was a close call, but I managed to talk her out of it. You just can't deny a gentle glide."
Steph didn't get to see their reactions as she pushed through the entryway to catering by an embarrassed Allie. "You are such an ass."
A/N: Reviews please!