SHIELD'S PRISONER

Prologue

The fluorescent lights of the gym buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scene. Becky Lynch, the reigning Raw Women's Champion, strutted in, her signature red title belt glinting over her shoulder. She was early for her training session, relishing the chance to get a head start on her stretches. But as she rounded a corner, a sight froze her blood. There, in a secluded corner, stood her three best friends, the infamous SHIELD faction – Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose, and Roman Reigns.

Except, they weren't discussing wrestling moves. They were speaking in a rapid, guttural language, their faces etched with a seriousness Becky had never seen before. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Aliens. They were aliens. The truth slammed into her like a flying clothesline.

Panic welled up. These were her friends, the guys she confided in, the ones she secretly nursed a crush on – especially Seth. The image of him, all cool and collected in the ring, shattered into a million pieces, replaced by a vision of him... well, of him as an extraterrestrial being. A goofy grin threatened to erupt on her face despite the gravity of the situation. This was too much to process.

Suddenly, a cough escaped her lips, the sound echoing loudly in the silence. Seth's head snapped towards her, his eyes widening in surprise. Betrayal, raw and hot, coursed through Becky. How could they keep this from her?

Before she could even blink, Seth was beside her, his movements blurring. He grabbed her wrist with an inhuman grip, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by a cold, steely glint. "Becky," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "This isn't what it looks like."

"Oh, really?" she retorted, her voice laced with disbelief. "Then enlighten me, Superman!" A surge of defiance, fueled by her wrestling spirit, surged through her. She brought her other hand up in a swing, aiming for his jaw.

But Seth was faster. He effortlessly caught her fist, his smirk returning, mischievous this time. "Looks like the Lass Kicker forgot who she's dealing with here," he chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine.

Before she could react, he hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She shrieked, kicking her legs in protest. The indignity of it all! This was the man she dreamt of slow dancing with, not getting spanked by!

"Hey!" she yelled, pummeling his back with her fists. "Put me down, you overgrown... architect!"

A sharp smack landed on her backside, making her yelp. "Ow! What the hell, Seth?"

"Trying to escape, are we?" he said, his voice laced with amusement, a hint of something else that made her cheeks burn. He gave her another swat, this one harder. "Seems the Lass Kicker needs some reminding about manners."

Becky glared at him, her face flushed with a mixture of anger, humiliation, and a strange flutter in her stomach.

What will happen now?