Bekka's POV
I stood in the Shield's hideout after Dean spoke as the camera rolled,
"I understand that you have it good right now, Rollins. But don't get too used to things being handed to you on a silver platter because when we deliver our own brand of ass-kicking to you, it will be handed to you in pieces and on each of our boots. But how could I forget my old buddy, Angel? Though she didn't attack me with a steel chair, I still felt betrayal when she left me alone to hop on your little 'bandwagon', clearly never hearing the term 'sisters before misters' in her entire existence! That's right, I'm coming for you too and trust me when I say that my size 11 combat boots will leave a lasting impression on your pretty little forehead when I'm finished with you." I promised, staring hatefully into the camera. Roman then stepped forward and had the last word,
"Believe that... brother." then it cut to the next match.
"Nice aggression on that last part." Dean complimented. I chuckled,
"That was nothing! You should see me when I'm really pissed off."
"I don't think I want to." He joked. I playfully punched his shoulder and we exited the dim room. We turned the corner and I saw Paige,
"Hey, I'll catch up with you two later." I tell Dean and Rome. They said goodbye and I stopped to talk to Paige.
"Someone's eyes were glue to your ass." She giggled. My eyebrow lifted,
"What are you talking about?" Paige pointed behind her,
"That is what I'm talking about!" I looked to where she was pointing and saw Dean texting.
"Ambrose? No, you're clearly mistaken!" I defended. She playfully rolled her eyes. We continued to chat before we were interrupted by the two-toned traitor's pump-wearing girlfriend and my old stable-mate, Angel.
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Goddess Of War - WWE
FanfictionReigning WWE Diva stable, the Goddesses were going strong for two years. But after a vicious break up, the three took different paths. This is their story.
