Trust Comes First (A WWE Fanfic)

Chapter 7 Digging For History

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Friday late afternoon

We got out of the cab at the arena, empty parking lot as usual. I had my bag with my wrestling gear. Phil was dressed casual today, just coming for moral support. We made our way inside and in the back. They had set up an empty room as the shoot and we found our way there easily, not seeing anyone around. From working out for the last two weeks I had toned up a lot and was feeling pretty confident. As soon as we walked in I was shipped off to makeup and hair which took the better part of an hour. Wardrobe handed me some clothes and sent me behind a screen. I grinned when I saw what they picked. I was glad they took into consideration my input and I quickly changed. It was a pair of tight black leather pants and a pair of red shoes with chains across the top. The top was tight and white with long sleeves and ripped at the end so I had finger holes. It had rips down the arms and was only a half top.

"Ok Lila come and stand here." The photographer pointed to the WWE backdrop.

I shot Phil a smile as I stood there. I knew I had free reign to do what felt natural so I turned to the side, hand on my hip. They turned a fan on, blowing my hair gently. He snapped a few photos and I moved, dropping to my knees, flipping my hair staring into the camera, putting my game face on. The lights flashed and I kept my eyes open. After about an hour they had me change into some wrestling clothes. I had ripped black tight trousers tucked into my wrestling boots with a dark blue top that exposed my stomach. The sleeves went down to my hands which had the same ripped holed for my fingers. It was similar to what I wore 4 years ago. As soon as they got what they wanted I was free to leave. Changing I walked up to Phil, ready to head out.

"You've always been a natural in front of the camera." He commented, glancing over at the pictures on the screen.

"I kind of forgot how fun this was." I shrugged, still feeling pretty bad ass. "Takes my mind of other things"

"Other things?" he questioned, throwing me a look as we walked through the door.

I internally smacked myself in the face. I still hadn't mentioned the drink with Roman and the Ambrose incident. Thinking on my feet I turned and gave him a nervous look.

"Raw is in 3 days."

"Ah the returning Champ. You shouldn't be nervous Lila. They should be. They have no idea what they're getting themselves into." Phil grinned at me, making me flustered. "I gotta go to the locker room though and grab some things. I shouldn't be too long."

"OK I'll be around here somewhere." I nodded as he trotted off in the other direction.

I watched him go and I started walking away. From a dark hallway I heard a voice and nearly jumped out of my skin. Dean came out of the hallway a grin on his face.

"You didn't tell him about our little conversation the other day?" his voice came from behind me, "Keeping secrets huh? Didn't think you were that kind of girl."

I whirled on him, my eyes spitting fire. When I came face to face with him his mouth opened slightly, eyes raking me up and down. He looked at me as though I was a bottle of scotch and he was an alcoholic. It was then that I realized I had a slight advantage over him. Sticking out my hip I put my hand on it, tilting my head to the side and glancing at him through my lashes. He straightened up, mouth twitching slightly.

"You have no idea what kind of girl I can be." I laughed throatily, throwing my hair over my shoulder.

"Oh I think I might be getting an idea." He chuckled, swaggering forward.