Chapter One: A Brewing Storm

Lily Thompson walked briskly through the bustling backstage area of WWE, clutching a tray filled with steaming cups of coffee. The aroma of freshly brewed java wafted through the air, tickling her senses. This might not have been her dream job, but she couldn't help but appreciate the undeniable allure of working for the biggest wrestling company in the world.

However, her dream-like bubble was about to burst as she approached the designated table for Roman Reigns and his entourage. Lily had always admired Reigns from a distance, marvelling at his undeniable strength and charismatic presence. Today, however, fate conspired against her.

As she carefully placed the tray on the table, Lily's nerves tingled with excitement and nervousness. Paul Heyman, the enigmatic advocate of Roman Reigns, stood nearby, observing her with sharp eyes and a wry grin that seemed perpetually etched on his face. He oozed confidence and power, an intimidating presence for anyone, let alone a young coffee girl like Lily.

Lily adjusted her uniform, her heart pounding in her chest, trying her best to present herself professionally. She attempted a serene smile, ready to serve her customers. "Good morning, Mr. Heyman, Mr. Reigns," she greeted, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.

Heyman's eyebrow quirked up, his eyes narrowed at her. He peered at the tray of coffee, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk. "Thompson, is it?" he asked, his voice dripping with condescension.

Lily nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, sir. How can I help you today?"

A sly grin crept across Heyman's face as he picked up a cup from the tray, studying its contents. "I take my coffee with four sugars, Thompson. Did you happen to remember that?"

Lily's heart sank. She had been so focused on getting everything right that she had made a grave mistake with Heyman's order. Her hands trembled slightly as she stammered, "I... I apologize, sir. I must have... forgotten."

Paul Heyman chuckled sinisterly, a gleam of mischief glinting in his eyes. "Oh, I see. You must have forgotten, huh?" he mused, before casting a knowing glance at Roman Reigns.

Roman's expression remained stoic and unreadable, but a flicker of annoyance shot through his eyes. He snatched the cup from Heyman's hand and took an exaggerated sip, pretending to enjoy the overly sweetened concoction. With a slight nod, he placed the cup back on the tray, his focus never wavering from Lily.

Paul Heyman, always one to embrace chaos, seized an opportunity to make a statement. In one swift motion, he grabbed the entire tray of coffee and unceremoniously poured its contents all over Lily's uniform. The scalding liquid seeped through the fabric, leaving Lily drenched and shivering in shock.

The room fell silent, eyes drawn to the spectacle unfolding in front of them. As she glanced down at her soaked uniform, humiliation and anger surged through Lily's veins. This job might not have been her dream, but it didn't mean she deserved to be treated like this.

Summoning every ounce of courage she had, Lily clenched her fists and took a deep breath. She refused to let this setback define her. Determined to overcome the humiliation, she wiped the coffee from her face and continued her shift. She walked down the hallway and stood before the locker room of one of her idols - Becky Lynch.

Becky Lynch, the fierce and fiery Irish superstar, commanded respect both in and out of the ring. Lily's soaked uniform clinging uncomfortably to her skin. Finally, she stood outside Becky's locker room, her heart racing with anticipation.

Lily hesitated, her knuckles trembling as she knocked against the door. She dreaded what might await her on the other side, unsure if the Man herself would also drench her in coffee. But she knew she had to try. She needed someone who understood the struggles and could help her regain her confidence, even in the face of adversity.

The door creaked open, revealing Becky Lynch's determined face. Her fiery red hair framed her intense gaze, a glimmer of curiosity sparking within her eyes. She regarded the bedraggled coffee girl before her and smirked, recognizing the tale her soaked uniform told.

"Well, what do we have here?" Becky's voice carried a hint of playfulness as she motioned for Lily to enter the locker room.

Lily hesitated for a moment, gazing at the inviting warmth of Becky's sanctuary. With renewed determination, she stepped inside and took a deep breath. "I…I brought you your coffee, Miss Lynch." Lily stammered, her hands trembling as she held the tray that Becky's coffee.

"Relax Hun, you're alright." Becky replied, placing a gentle hand on Lily's shoulder. She took the cup from the tray and took a sip from it, Lily closed her eyes as if preparing herself for Becky to also tip the scalding liquid over her.

Becky noticed Lily's trembling frame and wrapped her arms around her, enveloping her in a warm embrace. Lily slowly opened her eyes as she noticed Becky hugging her, she relaxed a little in Becky's arms. It brought her some comfort, knowing that not every superstar she delivered coffee to would be mean.