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It's WrestleMania Sunday! Everyone is in hustle and bustle mode right now, trying to get ready and make sure everything goes perfect tonight. Elias doesn't have a match, sadly. But he still brought me backstage and I got to meet everyone. Takeover was last night and Ember lost the title. I don't know which brand she's going to, but I'm excited to finally see her on the main roster. The kickoff was about to start since it was almost 5 o clock, and I'm super excited and proud of all the women in the Battle Royal. I'm rooting for Bayley, cause she's like one of my best friends right now. "Jamie! I need to see you for a moment before everything gets serious." I heard Steph say as she walked up. I looked at Elias and he smiled. "I'll be waiting." He said then kissed my head. I followed Steph until we reached a room. We walked in and I saw Kaitlyn as well. "Stephanie told me about a certain part of your gimmick and I need to check one more thing." She said once the door closed. I nodded and she walked over with her measure tape. She carefully wrapped it around my neck and marked the number before walked back in front of me. "She said that you want a collar? Do you want it to be like bdsm looking or dog looking?" She asked. I smirked and giggled. "Kinda both. I don't want it to be too tight, but I don't want it to be too loose either. And I want it to have like dulled out spikes around it. Not too many, like spaced out." I explained. She nodded then handed me a bag. "You wanted to wear purple for your debut, right?" She asked. I nodded and I looked in the bag. "Try it on. See if you like how it fits." Steph told me. I nodded and quickly changed into it.
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Once I got it situated right, I looked in the mirror and smiled. "Its perfect." I told them with a big smile. "I also have another idea for your gimmick." Steph said. "What's that?" I asked. I started to change back as she explained. "With you wearing a collar, we could add a 'leash' so you could be a bit more 'animal' like and have someone be your 'guide'. And they could talk for you most of the time since you said the Mic isn't your strong suit. Do you have any ideas on who could do that for you?" She asked. I slipped my shirt back on and looked at her in thought. "Male or female?" I asked. "Either/or." She said. "Could it be Trent Seven?" I asked with a smile. "Do you like Trent?" She smiled. "He's my favorite of the Britsh Strong Style group." I said. "I could ask him. Would Elias mind that?" She asked. "He'd be jealous, but he knows I only like him." I said. "And when you move up, he could take Trent's place." Kaitlyn suggested as I handed the bag back to her. "Yea, it's all coming together now. I'll talk to Trent and let him know." Steph smiled. "Thank you." I smiled. "And starting off as a heel, Trent could help you to see the good in performing and the crowd. So you could slowly ease into being face." She added. I nodded and she gave me a hug. "Everything will be settled by the time you debut." She said with a smile. "Thank you, Steph. Good luck in your match. Don't let her break your arm." I smiled. She laughed, throwing her head back. "I'll try." She said with a big smile. I walked out and looked around for Elias. But then I saw Roman. "Hey, Ro!" I smiled, walking over to him. He gave me a weak smile and I furrowed my brows. "What's wrong?" I asked, sitting next to him. "Between you and me, I'm about to disappoint my wife." He said. "Why?" I asked. "Cause Brock's being a little bitch and he doesn't wanna give up the title at WrestleMania." He scowled. "That's fucked up." I frowned. "It's Vince's orders. I have to go through with it." He said sadly. "I'm sorry, Ro. But I'm still rooting for you. Brock doesn't even deserve the title. He's never here." I said. "And who the fuck are you?" I heard. Roman inhaled sharply, his eyes turning to glare at the person who said that. I turned my head to face Brock Lesnar. "Are you Roman's little side bitch? I knew he couldn't stay faithful to one woman." Brock laughed. I turned to look at Roman with a confused look. "Who are you glaring at, Roman? No one is there." I said. He looked at me confused, so I gave him a look and he smirked. "No one. It's not even important." He said. "Good. Now let's go. You need to prepare for your match." I smiled, standing up. "Right, let's go." He smiled, standing up as well. "Hey, I was talking to you!" Brock called as we started to walk away. We just ignored him, then I heard a thud. Roman looked over his shoulder then quickly pulled me out of the way as Brock came barreling towards us. Right where I was standing, I would've become part of the ground as Brock crashed into something. "Don't even fucking think about it." Roman growled as Brock stood back up. I stood behind Roman, feeling very scared. "Don't fucking ignore me! I'm a person!" Brock yelled. "You're a dick. We don't need to listen to you." Roman snarled. Brock glared harshly as Hunter and Vince ran over. "What's going on here?" Vince asked angrily. "Brock tried to hurt Jamie. You still want him as your champion? A man who would willingly hurt a woman on purpose?" Roman snapped. Vince gave him a look then glanced at Brock. "Stop your shit, Brock. Or I might change my mind and make you lose." Vince told him. "I can do whatever I fucking want. If I wanna win, I'm gonna win." Brock snapped. Hunter walked over to me and set his hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?" He asked as Vince tried to calm down Brock. "Why is he even here? What good is he?" I asked, fear in my tone. "I don't know. Vince wants to keep him. I'm hoping he changes his mind soon." He said quietly, so Brock wouldn't hear him and get even more upset. "Is he always this chaotic?" I asked. "Worse." He said. "He causes nothing but trouble." Roman said softly. "Come on. Let's get you back to Elias. Roman, go get ready." Hunter said. Roman nodded and walked off, then Hunter lead me away. "Where did Elias say he was going?" He asked. "I don't know. Steph and Kaitlyn wanted to talk to me about my gear and gimmick, and he said he was gonna wait for me." I said softly. "Alright, stay here. I'll check the locker room." He said. I nodded and leaned against the wall. Then a security guard came and stood protectively in front of me and I looked at him confused before I saw Brock heading this way. The guard quickly grabbed me as he got closer. "Close your eyes." He told me and I listened before he pushed me into the locker room. "Head the other way, Mr Lesnar." I heard the guard say. "No." Brock said. I opened my eyes and quickly looked around. I saw the guys were looking at me weirdly, but I quickly ran over to Hunter and Elias. Elias didn't have his shirt on, but I didn't care as I heard the door slam open. I quickly hid behind him and Hunter stood beside him, shielding me. "Come here, you little bitch!" Brock yelled. I saw him look over and I clung to Elias' arm tightly. He smirked at the sight then laughed evilly. "First Roman, now this douche? Whore." He smirked before starting to walk over. But then he stopped and faltered in his steps, then he fell to his knees. My eyes widened as I saw the guard run over, a gun in his hand. "He just tranquilized him. He's fine." Hunter told me as they got Brock out of the room. Once he was out, Elias wrapped me tight in his arms as I started to cry. "He's tested positive for steroids, but Vince won't get rid of him. I feel bad for his wife and kids. They have to go through this every time he goes home." Elias told me softly. "Shh, baby. It's okay. I got you. He'd have to kill me before I'd let him get you." He said, trying to calm me down. "He'd have to kill us all before any of us would let him." I heard Dolph say. "And it would take a hell of a lot for him to kill me." I looked and saw Braun looking pissed. I slightly calmed down and buried my face in Elias' chest again. "Thanks, guys." Elias said. "No problem. We'd never let a man hurt a woman. And there's a lot of us in here. He'd struggle to get through all of us." Tye said, gently setting a hand on my shoulder. I sniffled as my tears came to a stop. "You don't have to worry. No one is gonna let him hurt you." Tye told me softly. I nodded and gave him a small smile. "Come on, baby. Let's get out of here." Elias said, gently pulling me along with him. I followed him slowly as we walked out of the locker room, then I heard rushed footsteps. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" I heard Dean's voice ask. I looked up at him and shook my head. "No, we didn't let him. Jared had to shoot him with the tranq." Elias said. Then small arms wrapped around me tightly. I returned Renee's hug and just tried to relax my muscles. She let me go and looked in my eyes. "Are you okay?" She asked softly. "Yeah, just spooked. I knew he was a jerk, but I didn't think he'd hit a woman or threaten to hurt one." I said quietly. "Hey." I heard, then my muscles tensed up again. Strong arms wrapped around me protectively again as I turned my head to see Paul Heyman standing there. "I wanted to apologise on his behalf. I know he'd never do it, so I'm going to. He's not in his right mind. I'm sure a lot of the superstars have told you about his drug problem. It's messing with him. And I know there's really no excuse for something like that, but it's the steroids. I promise. He used to be a really nice guy. Normal. But he's changed so much because of his addiction. And I wanted to apologise, for my sake. I feel terrible. So I'm sorry." He said, looking into my eyes the whole time. I nodded and kept his gaze. He gave me a tight lipped smile then turned and walked away. "Paul is cool, he's just annoying." Dean said once he was out of sight. I cuddled into Elias' embrace and sighed. "This is not how I wanted things to go today." He sighed. "Its not your fault. Today is stressing everyone out. Someone was bound to snap and chaos was bound to happen. Don't blame yourself." I told him. He kissed my head and held me tighter. "I don't want you to be afraid to come and see me at RAW." He said quietly. "I'm not. I can steer clear of him. He's never even here anyway. So there's not a problem. And if he does show up, I can go to the girls locker room and hide from him. Hopefully he won't even know I'm there." I said. He just stared into my eyes sadly. "Hey, cheer up. It's WrestleMania!" I tried for a convincing smile, but he just continued to stare. I noticed that Renee and Dean were slowly walking away and I mentally thanked them cause now I can put him in a better mood without an audience. I stood on my tippy toes and put my face in the crook of his neck before quickly biting down on his soft spot, causing him to inhale sharply. I licked over it and admired the mark I left before pulling back with a smirk. I looked at his face and he chuckled. "If you left a mark, the makeup team isn't gonna be happy with you." He smirked. "Oh well. Show it off. Let everyone know you're taken. I marked you. You're mine." I said. "Everyone already knows, we confirmed it at Hall Of Fame." He said. "A little extra convincing never hurt anyone." I smirked. He laughed and I smiled before looking over his shoulder. There I saw Sasha Banks, glaring at me. I furrowed my brows and she shook her head. 'He's mine.' She mouthed. My brows shot up and I smirked before turning us sideways and bringing his lips down to mine, kissing him heatedly. He eagerly kissed back and pulled me closer as I played with the hair on the nape of his neck. After a few moments, we pulled back and I looked into his eyes before looking back over at a very angry looking Sasha. "In case you haven't caught on, he's mine. Not yours." I called to her. Her glare hardened when Elias looked at her before his hands traveled down to my butt. "I am in no way yours, Sasha. Don't you get it?" He asked. She looked furious as she watched us. Then I noticed Lexi trying not laugh as she watched us as well. She was a bit behind Sasha. I then took it up a notch and slid my hands up his shirt and rested them on his warm, hard abs. That made Lexi bust out laughing and Sasha shot around to glare at her. "Shut up! It's not funny. He was mine before she came along." Sasha snapped. "No I wasn't. I distinctly remember telling you to leave me alone." Elias said. "That I wasn't interested." He added. "Cause no one is interested in a whore who can't keep her legs closed." Lexi smirked, folding her arms across her chest. And Sasha snapped, charging at Lexi. But Lexi moved out of the way at the last second and Sasha hit the wall. I busted out laughing along with Lexi and Elias chuckled. "Karmas a bitch, but so are you. Maybe you two can get along." Lexi said. Sasha got up, glaring at all of us before storming off. I giggled and Lexi started walking over. "I need your help. Mickie doesn't know how to do it, but I know you do." She said to me. I looked at Elias and he looked worried. "I'm not letting you leave again. Not unless I can come with you." He said. "I need help with my gear and I am not letting you see me naked. You can stand outside the door, though." Lexi offered. "I'll take what I can get. Brock tried to hurt her, so I'm sure you can understand why I'm being like this." He said. "He what?!" She asked, looking at me. "Long story. I'll tell you later." I said. She nodded, still looking worried. "Come on." I said before taking his hand and following Lexi to her dressing room. When we got there, Elias kissed my head before I walked in. I closed the door behind me and looked at Lexi. "I can't get the back of it situated right. It keeps getting twisted and Mickie can't figure it out. But you helped me the first time I tried it on, so I know you can do it." She said. I then noticed Mickie sitting on the couch that was set up. "Hi Mickie!" I smiled, waving at her. "Hey." She said, sounding like she was in a bad mood. "Don't mind her, she got in a fight with her husband. She doesn't mean to be rude." Lexi said when my smile fell. I nodded and she quickly put her gear on. I walked over and untwisted the back before pulling it down a bit more. Then she turned to face me and I fixed the straps on her shoulders then stepped back. "Good?" I asked. "Good. Much better. Thank you." She smiled. I nodded with a smile before I heard a thud on the door. My eyes widened and I quickly ran over, but something stopped me. "Don't come out!" Elias yelled. Then I heard him groan and I tried to open the door, but Lexi and Mickie held me back. "Brock! Fucking stop!" I heard Hunter yell. Then I heard another thud and the door opened quickly and Elias fell in, his nose bleeding. Lexi let me go and I rushed over, seeing that Roman had tackled Brock to the ground and that Brock was no longer struggling. "Oh my god, are you okay? You're bleeding!" I panicked, grabbing the closest towel and trying to clean it and stop it. I lifted him up slightly and kept his head tilted back. Mickie quickly closed the door again and locked it. His eyes were closed and he was limp. "Oh my god, he's unconscious!" I said, still panicking. "Why did Brock do that?!" Mickie asked, helping me keep him elevated. "Because Brock is pissed at me." I said, tears spilling over and falling down my cheeks as I was thrown into a full blown panic attack. "Why is pissed at you?" Lexi asked. "Because I was talking to Roman cause he was upset about the result of tonight's match and I was bad mouthing Brock and he heard me so I tried to act like he wasn't even there and we both ignored him and he got pissed and tried to hurt me but Vince and Hunter came over in time. Then Hunter took me to Elias, who was in the locker room and Brock stormed in, trying to get to me and they had to shoot him with a tranquilizer gun and now he's pissed, so he's going after the people that are close to me." I cried, still panicking and talking really fast. I'll be surprised if they caught any of that. "Okay, he has officially lost it. I really hope Vince fires his ass so he's never allowed to come back." Mickie said as Lexi tried to calm me down. I held Elias' upper body in my lap, still trying to stop the bleeding and Lexi had her arms wrapped around me as I cried. "Its all my fault. If I had just kept my stupid mouth shut, none of this would've happened. He's hurt because of me." I cried. "No, it's not your fault. Brock shouldn't have resorted to physical violence. He's way out of control. He needs to be fired." Lexi said. Then we heard a knock on the door. We all looked at it and hesitated, then someone spoke. "Its just me and Dean." Renee said. Mickie got up and slowly opened the door, still feeling scared. After a moment, she opened it wider and they both walked in. I was still crying and trying to control my breathing, but nothing was helping. "Vince just fired Brock. Roman's winning tonight. They gave Brock a shot to tone down his anger and make it to where he wouldn't be able to win tonight." Renee told me. Dean was looking at Elias, a shocked look on his face. "Is he awake?" He asked. I shook my head as more tears filled my eyes and fell over. "No." I sobbed. "Oh, honey. Please stop crying. He's gonna be okay." Renee said, getting down next to me and wrapping her arms around me like Lexi. "Its my fault." I cried. "No it's not." She said softly. "Yes it is. Because I can't keep my fucking mouth shut. I keep pissing people off and it comes back to kick my ass." I cried. Their arms tightened around me as I continued to cry. "Its not your fault. You had no idea he would react that way. It was way out of line and he shouldn't have done it. It's not your fault. Not one bit. It's all Brock's fault." Dean told me. He sounded angry, but not at me. Then I heard a small groan and looked down at Elias. "Baby?" He mumbled. "I'm here, I'm right here." I said, pulling him closer. His hand came up to mine and helped me to hold the towel to his nose. He moved his head so he could look back at me and he frowned. "Why are you crying?" He asked. "Because Brock just knocked you out and it's my fault." I cried. "No it's not. I pissed him off. I said something I shouldn't have, but I couldn't control it. He wanted to hurt you. And that makes me mad. I'm glad it was me instead of you." He said, sitting up so he could hold me as I cried.
