Monday 26th November
''Welcome to the Chaz and Dave show, we'll be joined by WWE Diva Sierra after this song, which she hand-picked herself.''
'There Is a Light That Never Goes Out' by 'The Smiths' started flowing through the speakers of the stereo.
While Alexa was off doing her media morning to promote that night's Raw in Louisiana; Colby had dragged Joe and Jon to CrossFit Lafayette. They had just completed their workouts when the voice on the stereo had caught their attention and they turned the volume up.
''Chaz is running a little late so you're stuck with me for now! Nice song choice! Albeit a strange one, I wouldn't have pictured you listening to that. You must have been really young when it actually came out?''
''Uh, that song wasn't actually released until '92 but it was on their album 'The Queen is Dead' which was out in '86 I think. So, I was just a baby.''
''I can tell just from that, that you're a pretty big music fan!''
''Totally. I'd be lost without my iPod. Travelling as much as we do, we need something to pass the time.''
''Okay, what are some of your go-to favourite bands to listen to when you're on the road?''
''Pearl Jam, AC/DC, The Smiths, Radiohead, Alabama Shakes, Florence + The Machine, Seether, Alt-J, Paramore, Ed Sheeran... seriously dude, we'll be here all day if you let me carry on!''
''Quite the eclectic mix there.''
''Yeah, I'll listen to pretty much anything.''
''Who do you travel with?''
''At the moment I'm travelling with Seth, Dean and Roman.''
''They're the new guys, right, The Shield?''
''That's right.''
''What's their deal? Are they in with Punk or not?''
''Ah, you'll just have to wait and see, Dave. But, before that, I was travelling with Punk for a while.''
''I'm going to put you on the spot now, who is your favourite travel buddy?''
''Dude, that's not fair. They both have their good and bad points... I'll have to go with The Shield, despite Seth's questionable taste in music. Punk can be the grumpiest person in the world, so that kind of sucks the fun out of it. But, then there are times when we have such a blast.''
''I bet you have some funny stories?''
''I do, but I don't think I can repeat any of them on here! Uh, there was this one time when me and Punk were travelling together. We were both starving so we stopped at a Burger King, we ended up waiting in line for about thirty minutes. There was this kid behind us screaming about how he wanted pie for the entire time, it was hell. By the time we got to the counter we were in such bad moods and wanted revenge, so we ordered all the pies.''
''All of them?''
''ALL of them. We ordered twenty-five pies. Then we grabbed a table opposite the kid and his mom and ate them all while we stared at them.''
''That's amazing!''
''I know, right! We thought it was hilarious until a couple of hours later when we had to pull over on the highway, both of us throwing up by the side of the road. But, it was worth it.''
''I guess that's karma for you! So, since we announced that you would be coming on the show, we've had a lot of people e-mailing in, asking us to check if you wear contacts or if your eyes are actually that colour?''
''Oh my God, I literally get asked this all the time. I don't wear contacts, I have a form of heterochromia and this is their real colour.''
''Really? Wow. For those of you at home, I am currently staring into her eyes and can confirm that they are a beautiful shade of royal blue/violet. So, you and the rest of the WWE are in Louisiana for Raw tonight, is that right?''
''Sure is. We're over at the Cajundome tonight for Raw and then tomorrow night we'll be at the Century Link Center in Bossier City for the Smackdown taping.''
''And will you be performing tonight?''
''Well, I will be on the show tonight but no, I don't have a match.''
''That's a shame, I've seen a lot of your matches and they're really something to watch. I loved the one you had against Beth Phoenix a couple of months ago.''
''Thank you.''
''So, we know that you grew up around wrestling, what with you Dad being a prominent performer in Mexico. Who were some of your favourites growing up?''
''Without a doubt,'Rowdy' Roddy Piper. I love the guys that can talk as well as get it done in the ring. I've got a lot of love for Mick Foley, too. And, this is going to sound completely crazy, but I'm a big fan of Johnathan Coachman. He did such a great job during his time with the company. Every single time he was there, he just really brought out the personality of the person he was interviewing.''
''Yeah, he had a lot of great moments, especially with The Rock. So- oh, looks like Chaz has finally arrived!''
''Hey, people, sorry I'm late. Nice to meet you, Sierra!''
''Yeah, you too.''
''So, where was I, ah, I was going to ask you how you feel about being classed as a 'Diva' in the WWE and not as a 'Superstar' like the men are?''
''Well, honestly, it used to bug me a little. But apparently the term 'Diva' comes from the Italian word for Goddess. So, I guess it's not all bad.''
''Is that true? Huh, guess you learn something new every day. So, doing what you do, obviously how you look plays a big part. Would you ever consider, like, botox or anything in the future?''
''Pfft, no. Botox? I don't get it. I think freezing your face muscles with bacteria scraped from improperly handled meat products is a pretty stupid idea. I think once we begin to celebrate what our body does, rather than obsessing on how it looks, we start to appreciate our body as an instrument rather than an ornament.''
''Very good point. There is a lot of pressure put on women to look a certain way, especially in the media.''
''Exactly. Hours of make up and lighting and photoshopping are used to create an image these days. Girls shouldn't be looking at these images as something to strive for. It's not reality. If tomorrow, women woke up and decided that they really liked their bodies, just think how many industries would go out of business.''
''Who knew she was so articulate?'' Colby raised his brows, glancing over at the two men on the bench opposite him.
''That's my girl.'' Jon smiled proudly, listening as Chaz suddenly butted into the conversation.
''Sorry, Dave, I just wanted to throw my two cents in. Now, I'm not a big wrestling fan but even I know that the 'Divas' are there just to be eye-candy, the only reason people actually stick around to watch the matches are to see women fighting in skimpy outfits. People use the short amount of time given to the women's matches to either go to the bathroom or to jerk one out. You'll never be taken seriously as a wrestler.''
Jon, Joe and Colby shared a look of disbelief at the man's comment.
''He can't say that!'' Joe growled angrily.
''What a dick.'' Colby mumbled.
Jon just laughed. ''She's going to rip him apart.''
''Okay, first of all; that was completely inappropriate, not to mention rude. Yeah, its common knowledge that women's wrestling isn't considered to be on par with the men's. Women's wrestling is an underdog, looking to break through that glass ceiling and receive the respect it deserves. The only way we can move past sexism is if ignorant people like you let go of the perception that we're just there to look pretty and start paying attention to what we can actually do in the ring. You should treat us with the same respect that you would any male wrestler because I can guarantee you that any women who have stuck it out in the business of professional wrestling are the ones who love it the most.''
''Chaz, man, I think you should just leave, go and have a think about what you've just said... I just want to apologize to Sierra and to everybody listening at home for Chaz's comments. I assure you that the management team will be dealing with him shortly.''
''It's cool.''
''So,I can tell that you're really passionate about what you do, which is great. Tell us about your injury and how you felt getting back in the ring after four years...''
Alexa and Dave spoke for a few more minutes before finishing up. Chaz never came back, and she found out once the interview had finished that he had been sent home and would be having a performance review in the next few days. The radio station manager had offered his apologies for the man's behaviour which she had accepted, despite her insistence that it wasn't his fault.
As she walked through the building to the waiting car outside, she pulled out her phone to survey the damage. #WWEDivas and #GoddessSierra were trending on Twitter, which made her lips curve slightly.
The smile slowly slipped from her lips when she saw she had a new text message from Mark Carrano; the Director of Talent Relations. Hesitantly pressing open, she quickly scrolled through the text and let out a breath of relief.
Lex, great job on that interview, you handled yourself very well. It's given us some ideas for a new t-shirt for you. Come by my office tonight when you get to the arena.
''Yo, jailbird!''
Alexa laughed as she jogged to catch up with Celeste, slinging an arm around the younger woman's shoulders.
''Please, don't. April's been giving me enough shit as it is, I don't need it from you too.''
Last week at the Smackdown taping in Grand Rapids, Celeste was arrested shortly after arriving at the arena. Apparently the last time she was in Michigan she had been issued with a speeding ticket which she had then forgotten to pay. Police had showed up at the arena on Tuesday with a warrant and had carted her off to the station.
''Everything sorted now?''
''Yeah, thank God.'' She sighed. ''I paid the fine and the excess and it's all done with. Mark gave me a bit of a talking to, but I think I got off pretty easy, all things considering.''
''Well, everyone makes mistakes. And it's not like you were caught drink driving or anything like that.''
The pair spent a few more minutes catching up before heading off in opposite directions; Celeste to catering and Alexa to Mark's office. After a brief meeting with him, she wandered back through the arena towards the locker rooms.
''Lex!''
Spinning around, her eyes fell on the three newest members of the roster and she greeted them with a warm smile. ''Hey guys, nice gear.''
The wardrobe department had finally relented and given them some new gear, much to their relief. It was the same sort of thing, but they had ditched the turtlenecks, swapping them for black utility vests.
''Yeah, looks better, right?'' Joe asked with a smirk.
''Totally.'' She tore her gaze away from Jon's form, the sight of him in his gear sending a flash of heat to her groin. ''Uh, so what have you guys been up to?''
''We just filmed our interview with Michael Cole and recorded some things for our entrance theme.'' Jon drawled.
Colby nodded with an excited grin. ''We should get to hear it next week, it's going to be awesome.''
Alexa chuckled at his exuberance. ''Well, I'm glad you're having a good day. My morning was awful, I had the interview from hell.''
Joe frowned sympathetically. ''Yeah, we know.''
''You were listening?''
The trio nodded, Jon speaking up softly. ''He was way out of line. I half-expected you to punch him.''
''I was tempted, believe me.'' She snorted. ''But he wasn't worth losing my job over.''
''Well, you handled it really well.'' Joe smiled as he moved past her, giving her shoulder a squeeze as he looked back at Colby. ''We'll leave you two to it, we're going to go get some food.''
Jon waited until they were out of sight before pulling her into his arms and firmly planting his lips on hers before she could speak. Slipping her hand under the bottom of his vest and scraping her nails over his chest, Alexa sucked hard on his bottom lip, eliciting a small growl from the man.
''I feel like we haven't been alone in so long.'' He murmured against her mouth. ''We've been so busy.''
Alexa reluctantly broke the kiss, glancing around the secluded hallway while her hands gently ran over his stomach. ''We've got time now...''
He raised an eyebrow and, without saying a word, grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway. After a few minutes of walking, they came to a disused part of the arena and he quickly yanked down the handle of a door. He pulled her inside the pitch black room, locked the door behind them and had her up against the wall before she could do anything.
Jon grabbed both her wrists, holding them in a firm grip above her head while he used his knee to push her legs apart before coming to rest at the apex of her thighs.
He was right; since his move up to the main roster they hadn't had any time to themselves, she couldn't even remember the last time they had sex. But was work really the best place to be doing this?
''Jon, may-''
She was cut off mid sentence when his lips crashed down against hers, the sound of her moan echoing through the room. She felt him smirk against her lips before his grip on her wrists vanished; his hands sliding down to pick her up by the back of her thighs.
Automatically, her legs wrapped around his waist and he steadied them both against the door, grinding his hips against her pelvis slow and methodically. His lips left hers and kissed their way down her jaw before finding the sensitive spot just below her ear, another low moan falling from her lips.
Her fingernails dug into the soft skin under his vest as his lips began to suck on her pulse point, her eyes rolling into the back of her head when she felt his erection covered crotch brush a little harder against hers.
Jon's hand snuck under her tank top as he continued to tease her neck, smirking when he felt her pulse racing against the tip of his tongue. He snaked his other hand around her, quickly unclasping her bra before dropping it down to squeeze her jean covered rear. He yanked at the front of her bra, pulling it down to release her breasts. Her skin broke out in goosebumps as his palms reached up to cup them, brushing teasingly over her nipples.
''Jon...''
He quickly covered her lips again, his mouth capturing her moans as he plucked at her nipples; grinding himself purposefully up against her.
Alexa couldn't think straight, she had never been this turned on in her entire life. Every time he ground himself into her, the layers of her clothing caused red-hot friction as it brushed against her nub and she was helplessly moving her hips in time with his.
He pulled back, eyes watching her own as he plucked her nipples harder; his tongue darting out to moisten his lips as he listened to her labored breathing. Suddenly, he pressed his pelvis against hers and she tightened her grip on his shoulders.
She moaned as a surprisingly intense orgasm ripped through her. Her body twitching and arching against him, fingers curling into the front of his vest. ''Oh… fuck…''
''Oh, sweetheart, did you just...'' He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as it fell forward onto his chest. ''That was just a taster of what I plan on doing to you later.''
''You don't want to...'' She trailed off, biting her lip as she moved her hips forward against the noticable bulge in his pants.
He groaned before gently setting her on her feet, leaning down to place his mouth next to her ear. ''As much as I want to, there's not enough time in the world for what I want to do to you right now.''
RAW
''Vickie!''
The Raw Managing Supervisor lowered the magazine she was reading with a sigh, rolling her eyes at the woman who had just stormed into her office. ''Can I help you, Sierra?''
''Yes, actually!'' The younger woman planted her hands on her hips. ''I want to know why I haven't got a match tonight.''
Vickie shrugged. ''Well, what with you gallivanting around with CM Punk now, I wasn't sure if you'd have time for a match.''
''I want-''
''I really don't care what you want. I know what's best for business, which is why I'm the one in charge here, not you!''
''If you really knew what was 'best for business', Vickie, then you would have me out in that ring every week. I am the best Diva on the roster right now and, if I remember correctly, I'm still owed a re-match for the Diva's Championship. I want it at TLC.''
''Well, I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait. We already have a Diva's Championship match booked for the pay-per-view. On the pre-show, Alicia Fox, Aksana, Naomi, Cameron, Tamina, Kaitlyn, Layla, Natalya and Rosa Mendes will be competing in a 'Santa's Little Helper' battle royal for the number one contendership. The winner of that match will then face Eve later in the show.''
Sierra narrowed her eyes angrily, stepping towards her. ''So, you're telling me, that all those pathetic wannabes will be getting a shot at that title, before me? How is that fair?!''
Vickie smirked up at her. ''Maybe you should have thought about that before you left to sulk for a month after losing it.''
''You-''
A pair of strong arms looped around Sierra's waist just as she was about to lunge towards the woman. ''Cool your jets, hot stuff.''
She angled her head to find CM Punk staring down at her, letting out a huff. ''Fine.''
Her body stilled in his arms and he nodded, releasing his grip and moving to stand in front of her; a scowl appearing on his face.
''Punk.'' Vickie sighed heavily, her eyes landing on the two men. ''Paul.''
''I want you to tell me what exactly it is you think you're doing.'' Punk demanded. ''Did I just watch you give Ryback a WWE title shot, at TLC?''
''I did.''
Punk rolled his eyes. ''Oh, I did!'' He shared a look with Paul, who was watching on in amusement. ''I did! And you're just going to be flippant about it, right?''
''Don't be talking to me that way.''
''No, I'll talk to you how I want to talk to you.'' He insisted angrily. ''In case you haven't been paying attention, which evidently, you haven't been; it's CM Punk, two. Ryback, zero. I beat him already!''
Sierra stepped forward, crossing her arms over her chest. ''Oh, she's all about giving title shots to the wrong people...''
''And on top of that, it's at TLC! Do you have any idea how much danger you're putting me in?''
Vickie laughed. ''Danger?''
Paul put a calming hand on Punk's before cutting in. ''We understand, I mean, you have this whole AJ scandal on your hands. Maybe, just maybe, you're not thinking with a clear head?''
''My head is perfectly clear, Paul.''
''No, it's not.'' Punk and Sierra chimed in unison.
''May I remind you, that you're in MY office-''
''Vickie, Vickie, please, listen.'' Paul interrupted gently. ''We get the politics of it. It's actually brilliant of you; you're clearly biased against John Cena, and to cover your tracks, you're biased against CM Punk aswell.''
''More so.'' The man mumbled.
''It's smart! It's-''
She quickly cut in. ''I gave Ryback a title match at TLC, because of what happened at Hell in a Cell, with Brad Maddox!''
Paul closed his eyes with a sigh as Punk looked at her incredulously. ''I had nothing to do with that!''
''And then at Survivor Series, your boys, Ambrose, Rollins and Reigns-''
''For the last time, they're not my boys! They're not my guys! I have nothing to do with Ambrose, Rollins and Reigns, alright?!''
''Innocent until proven guilty.'' Paul stated, glancing sideways at Sierra.
''I'm as interested as everybody else is to see what they have to say!''
''You're going to do more than watch an interview. Because you're going to be in a match tonight against the winner of the Raw Active poll. It's either going to be Daniel Bryan or Kane.''
''No, no, no, no, no. What is wrong with you?''
''Why does HE get a match and I don't?!''
''What is wrong with you?'' Punk repeated angrily. ''I am the Champion!''
''If you're that eager for a match, Sierra, I could put you in the match with either Daniel Bryan or Kane instead?!''
She scoffed. ''At least then I might get an actual challenge!''
''Paul, get them out of my office, NOW!''
A/N - Thank you all for your reviews so far, really glad people are liking the story and sticking with it :)