The Shield Preferences

How You Met

Seth: Seth was known for going above and beyond in the ring so it wasn't a surprise when he showed up in your office with a gash on his cheek. His cheek was smeared with blood along with his beard and neck. You immediately got started on his stitches while trying not stare at his shirtless body. You'd encountered many fit men but there was just something about Seth that attracted you. He had a carefree spirit and was an amazing performer in the ring. His dopey smile was the cutest thing about him in your opinion. He hissed from the pressure you applied and you sheepishly apologized before he shook his head, "You just keep doing your job, sweetheart. I've had much worse than this." You blushed slightly and finished the task at hand before Seth stood up to examine your work in the mirror hanging on the back of the door. "Clean job, sweetheart. I'm Colby by the way," he smiled before offering his hand for you to shake. You smiled and introduced yourself before he took a seat on the same chair he'd been sitting in while receiving his stitches. He leaned back and got comfortable before asking you what you'd thought about his match. He'd won of course but it was of his nature to want praise. To your surprise he didn't leave and you ended up getting to know one another before he asked you out.

Roman: You were setting up your station as quickly as you could before any of the superstars began to arrive for haircuts, dye jobs, and styling. Being a hairstylist for WWE was more than you had hoped for when you'd first began doing hair so you took your job seriously. Your preparation was interrupted as a tall figure walked up behind you. You turned around to see a very handsome Roman Reigns with his large hands on his hips. "Hey. I usually go to someone else for my hair but I've heard you're the best we've got. Thought I'd try you and see for myself," he smiled before shaking your hand. You blushed and ushered for him to sit in your chair. "What do you usually prefer?" You asked while staring into his dark eyes through the mirror in front of the both of you. "I could use a trim. I also like when my hair has that wet look. I use conditioner though to keep it looking the way I like it. Think you can do that?" He responded as you nodded and began working on his long dark hair. The length of his hair was impressive and made him even more attractive. When you were finally finished and he had his hair draping in wet waves down his back and on his shoulders he turned to you and thanked you with a kind smile on his face. "I'm Joe by the way. You are?" He asked as he placed those same large hands on his belt buckle. "I'm Y/N. Are you satisfied with your hair?" You asked with nerves settling in your stomach. He chuckled before stepping close to you and looking you directly in your eyes, "Baby girl, you're my new stylist. I hope you watch my match tonight." You blushed and nodded as he smirked and walked away from your station.

Dean: You paced back and forth before looking over the names, homes, and weights of the superstars you'd be announcing soon. There was no room for error and ever since you'd started working for WWE as the official ring announcer for Monday Night RAW you'd never messed up. That didn't stop you from being nervous. Usually Cory would try to calm you down but he was busy getting ready too. You sighed and rubbed at your temples before you felt a pair of eyes on you. You looked up to see one of the superstars you'd be announcing, Dean Ambrose, staring at you. You blushed and looked away before catching his eye again. He smiled and chewed his gum with a smug look on his face. He then decided to walk over to you making you choke on the air in your lungs in shock. You'd always believed your were invisible to the superstars. "Woah, are you dying?" He asked while reacting quickly. You shook your head and apologized before blushing profusely. "It's alright, darling. You still look hot with lipstick smeared on your cheek," he laughed before you died a little inside. You quickly whipped out your compact mirror and there was indeed red streaks staining your cheek. "This is so embarrassing. Thank you," you told him before you cleaned yourself up. He shrugged, "Would look the same if I had you for the night." Your eyes widened before he let out a chuckle. "The names Jonathan. Why don't you tell me what room you're staying in and I'll pay you a visit later tonight," he offered as your eyes widened. You couldn't stop yourself from giving him your room number. You were absolutely fascinated with the man they called The Lunatic Fringe.