Monday 11th Febuary
SIERRA. HOTEL. INDIA. ECHO. LIMA. DELTA. SHIELD.
''And we are back live on Monday Night Raw; thirteen thousand, six hundred and seven on hand in Nashville.''
''And, speaking of crazy ones.'' King interjected. ''I think these guys have got to be crazy to come out here right now!''
''Dean Ambrose. Seth Rollins. Roman Reigns. Making their way through the people. Heading to the ring, they will address the WWE Universe tonight.'' Michael added. ''What King was alluding to, is the fact that they have taken out half the WWE locker room in recent months, yet they're going to expose themselves here tonight!''
Saraya snorted, glancing over to the other side of the room. ''Bet you wish a certain member would expose himself.''
Alexa rolled her eyes, flipping the giggling woman the bird. ''Real mature, 'Raya.''
They were joined by Danielle; the trio had made some food and drink before bunking down to watch the show in Alexa's living room, sprawling themselves over the couches.
They returned their attention to the screen just as 'Dean' picked up the microphone.
''We are The Shield! And we stand united in this ring, with the sole purpose of shielding WWE from atrocities... Atrocities, like what happened to Sierra last week, courtesy of The Beast, Brock Lesnar... Brock, we promise you, your time for justice will come but first... we have to address the atrocities John Cena commits every day. Like tonight, John Cena THREATENED The Shield?!''
Seth stepped forward, raising his microphone. ''Sheamus, Ryback and John Cena, your heroes, think they're going to accomplish something by threatening The Shield? Well, in case you haven't noticed, when The Shield wants to deliver a message, we do it through ACTION!''
''You're threatening us? YOU are threatening The Shield?'' Roman asked incredulously. ''Let's make it very simple... If you want us, COME AND GET US!''
''Where you at? Come on!'' Seth challenged.
''Typical. Empty threat, from an empty guy.'' Dean taunted. ''An empty threat from three, morally empty individuals.''
''You couldn't get the job done last week with the whole roster.'' The Samoan's jaw clenched. ''You could bring the WHOLE world, and we would still be standing.''
''You failed, John. You failed last week, you fail every day when you get up and EXIST! This Sunday, at Elimination Chamber, will be no different. At the hands of The Shield, John Cena, you will fail again.''
''That's right.'' Dean stated confidently, a cocky smirk on his face. ''He will fail. Because John Cena is a failure. That's why we don't like you, John. You're not just a superstar, you're a philosophy. It's not what you've done, it's what you fail to do. The example you FAIL to set. Every day, smiling the day away in your little bubble. See, in your world, there are no consequences; you can do or say whatever you want, no consequences. That's not the real world. That's not the world we live in. That's what we call, 'The John Cena Problem'.''
''He's the problem.'' Roman declared. ''He's been the problem for the past decade! We, THE SHIELD, are the solution.''
''You see, John. Whether it was your intention or not, the standard you set paved the way for the Sheamus' and the Ryback's of the world. You laid the groudwork, John! For an entire generation to believe in the system! To believe in you, John! The Sunday, we have an opportunity to rectify a decade of injustice... in one fell swoop...''
Dean nodded. ''This Sunday, we walk in together, we walk out together. You three, might not walk out at all. I suggest you three breathe as much fresh air as you can now, because on Sunday, The Shield is going to drown you! Believe THAT!''
A smile involuntarily curled at Alexa's lips as she watched her boyfriend deliver his promo; the man staring straight into the camera, his face contorted with fury as a maniacal grunt escaped his lips.
Danielle screwed up her nose, shooting her a teasing look. ''I can practically smell your arousal.''
''Dani!'' Alexa grabbed the cushion from behind her before swinging it towards the blonde.
''BELIEVE IN THE SHIELD.'' Roman bellowed.
They watched as the trio men received a well deserved beating, courtesy of the three men they had just called out, before Raw cut to another commercial.
''So, when are you booked to go back?'' Danielle asked curiously.
'''I'll be at the pay-per-view.'' She responded, grabbing her cell phone from the arm rest. ''It'll be my first night as an official 'Shield' member.''
''Does that mean you get to wear your new gear?'' Saraya squealed excitedly at the womans nod, before demanding. ''Show Dani the pictures!''
Scrolling through her photo album, Alexa finally found the ones from the shoot she did with the guys a few weeks ago and handed her phone over to the blonde.
''Oh, wow...'' Danielle mumbled as she flicked through them. ''Looks like Joe's been replaced as the hottest member of The Shield.''
''Joe?'' Saraya questioned dubiously. ''Really?''
''It's the hair.''
Tuesday 12th Febuary
''So, what have you been up to?''
''Oh, you know, the usual... keeping out of trouble... I stayed with Jess and the kids for a few days... how's Arkansas?''
''Well, you're in Tampa, so...''
''Uh, that doesn't answer the question...''
''Yes, it does.''
Jon missed Alexa.
Not in a heartbreaking, "I'm going to die without her" kind of way, but more like a "It's uncomfortable, weird, and incomplete without her" kind of way. He knew that there were going to be times when they were apart and it wasn't like he had to have her by his side 24/7; he just didn't like her absence.
''I miss you too.''
The corners of his lips turned upwards. ''I'll be back before you know it.''
''Can't wait... I think you should help a girl out, send me some sexy naked photo's to keep me occupied for another few days.''
''Funny, I was just about to suggest the same thing.''
''I'll show you mine if you show me yours.''
He let out a small groan feeling his pants start to tighten. ''You're a sex pest.''
''I can't help it, I'm always horny for you... well, mostly for you... like, ninety-eight percent for you, two percent for food.''
A snort escaped his lips, knowing how true that was. The woman had an appetite to rival anyone he'd ever met, it was one of the things he loved about her.
''We need to change to subject, we're up soon and I can't go out there like this...'' He grunted, shifting to cover the growing hardness.
''Want to hear about the dream I had last night?''
''Depends, were you naked in it?''
''Sadly, no, it wasn't one of those dreams. I was working at Starbucks and Steve Rogers came in-''
''Who?''
''Steve Rogers. You know, Captain America? Anyway, he ordered an Iced Americano and I said, 'one Iced Americano for the Iced Americano,' and then I woke myself up by laughing too hard at my own joke and... you don't get it, do you?''
''Not in the slightest...''
''I really need to find myself a boyfriend who realizes that he's dating a comedic demigod.''
''Haha.'' He muttered drolly, glancing towards the doorway as Joe and Colby appeared. ''Uh, I've got to go, we're up.''
''Okay, have fun, give me a call later if you have time.''
''Will do gorgeous.''
''I love you.''
Jon rolled his eyes at the two-toned man who was puckering his lips mockingly at him, muttering an, ''I love you too,'' before hanging up.
I know you're all weird with me at the moment, but I need to ask you something important that me and Polinski can't seem to agree on?
Shoot.
Okay, how big do you think the Hulk's dick is? Like, do you think it's proportionate to his body?
Phil stared down at the text he had just received from Alexa, an amused smirk on his face and a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach which he quickly squashed.
I honestly have never thought about it, until now...
And? What's the verdict?
I would assume it would be in proportion to the rest of his body. An image which I now can't get out of my head, so thank you.
My pleasure :)
His head snapped up from the screen when he felt a hard prod to his shoulder. ''Huh? What?''
Scott rolled his eyes, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. ''What the hell is going on with you? I've been talking to you but you've just been grinning down at your phone like a little school girl.''
''I have not.'' Phil shot him a glare. ''And nothing's going on with me.''
''I'm willing to put money on the fact that 'nothing' actually means 'Lex'...'' The man raised an eyebrow, a triumphant smirk appearing on his face when his friend said nothing to refute his assumption. ''What's going on? You acted like a douche but I thought you said you were going to apologize to her?''
''I did... sort of.''
Scott scoffed. ''How? You either did or you didn't?''
''It's complicated.'' He sighed, avoiding the other man's worried gaze. ''Can we drop it? Please?''
''No.'' He snorted, shifting in his chair to move closer. ''Colour me intrigued.''
Phil groaned, running a hand over his head as he had an internal debate over whether or not to confide in his best friend.
He took a deep breath before blurting out; ''IthinkIhavefeelingsforLex.''
Scott blinked at him a few times before chuckling. ''I'm sorry, I must have mis-heard you because I swear I just heard you say you have feelings for Lex?''
''No.'' He exhaled, reluctantly meeting the other man's eyes. ''You heard right.''
''How long has this been going on?''
''Since we started the whole romantic angle I think, I don't know... maybe even before that...''
For the past several months he had felt the stirrings of something, but it wasn't until their argument a few weeks before that he had come to the startling realization that he had developed feelings for his longtime friend.
His love life was well documented and he was no stranger to workplace romances, but Alexa had always been the one woman who he had never been like that with. Their friendship was way too important for him to even entertain the thought of something more.
Until now.
''Holy fucking shit, dude...'' Scott frowned. ''Is this why you and Amy broke up?''
''No, we agreed we both wanted different things. She wants to settle down, I'm not ready for that yet.''
Nodding slowly, he eyed the other man cautiously. ''So... what are you going to do?''
''I have no idea... maybe I should tell her, maybe-''
''Okay, then what? You live happily ever after? Don't be so stupid, she's with Jon, Phil.''
''I know-''
''Here's my advice; stay away from her for a while, if she asks me I'll say you're just coming to terms with the break-up with Amy.'' He suggested. ''Some time away from her with get this whole thing out of your system.''
''But-''
''No buts, Phil. She loves Jon.'' Scott cut him off again, a stern look appearing on his face. ''She's finally fucking happy for the first time in a long time. Don't mess that up for her.''
''Yeah... yeah, you're right.''
He gave his friend a firm pat on the back. ''Of course I am.''