Attitude is everything.

Some people have it. Some people don't. From the minute Alexis Philips entered the world of professional wrestling, she had learned a lot of quick lessons. She learned that some people put on an act every time they went in front of the camera. With others, what you saw was what you got. Dean Ambrose definitely one of those people. No one had to wonder what version of Dean Ambrose they were dealing with. There was only one. Intelligent and unabashedly sarcastic. That was Dean Ambrose in a nutshell.

It was uncanny how much attitude he had. He had more than enough to spare. He carried the weight of the world and didn't cut anybody any slack. The first time her path crossed with Dean, she saw trouble written all over him. From the top of his dirty-blonde head to the soles of his worn, black boots, he oozed danger. She needed to stay as far away from him as possible. Which was why she was quickly packing up her cosmetics. She had every intention of being long gone from the arena before The Shield's match finished. Their main event status gave her the opportunity to make herself scarce.

With a deep sigh, Alexis grabbed the last of her make up brushes and shoved them into their slots in the velvet carrying case. She added them to the top of the pile and quickly snapped the case shut. She grabbed her bags and left the dressing room. She made her way down the bustling hallway toward the exit. As she did, she passed the media station where several monitors displayed the very end of Raw.

She watched a moment as the camera closed in on a triumph Shield. Seth Rollins stood in the center of the ring, his gaze locked on the camera. She studied him a moment, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. While Seth was one of the toughest young stars on the roster, he had more heart and drive than most. He was a decent guy and had shown her nothing but kindness. He had helped her entry into the male dominated world a little easier. It was more than she could say about his friend. Dean Ambrose had been nothing but a thorn in her side.

With that thought she forced herself to get moving. She slung her bag over her shoulder and left the building. The night was brisk. Sounds of the city bombarded her as she crossed the parking lot. A car horn blared as she came to a stop at the rear of her rental car. Setting her cases down, she dug through her bag for her keys. She quickly unlocked the trunk and began placing her bags inside. She carefully placed her metal cases in the trunk the closed it. Sliding into the driver's seat she heaved a sigh of relief.

She pulled out of the parking lot and thought about how she had ended up here. Her application for a cosmetologist with the WWE had been a whimsy. She had been bored senseless doing manicures in a tiny shop in a strip mall. Never in a million years had she expected to get an interview, much less land the job. Her life had gone from nothing special to pretty damn spectacular in no time. She loved life on the road. The hectic schedule of a different city every day kept her on her toes. The opportunities she now had made the decision well worth it. The people she spent her days with meant as much to her as own family. They made each day an adventure and excitement was the name of the game.

As she pulled onto the freeway she thought about how different how life had become. Born and raised in a small southern town, she expected her life to be nothing special. She lived in the same home she had grown up in. Days were spent with the same friends she'd had all her life. She was used to being stuck in a nowhere town where nothing ever happened. The opportunity to leave had come at the perfect time. So, when the job offer was made, she couldn't pack her bags fast enough. She wanted to see the world and experience what life had to offer. Surely, there had to be more to life than Rock Beach, Mississippi.

The day she left home was indescribable. She'd never felt so free or happy. That feeling was still with her now. She loved her small studio apartment in Connecticut. She relished in the ability to do what she wanted, when she wanted. The best part? Not having to be the topic of gossip every time she turned around. Big city life was much more to her liking. If she had her way, she was never going back. As far as she was concerned, all roads lead to another adventure. She didn't have to think about anything except the next city on the tour. Turning up the radio she set the cruise and drove into the night.