a/n: this is because of dashinginconverse's review to my fic oh, your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine, and a series of pms we exchanged about the pairing of seth rollins and cameron. i'm so thankful that she listens to my ramblings about fics – some of which exist and some of which don't (yet) – so hopefully this turns out okay, since i've never written cameron before.

~*~chain our hips together~*~

summary: cameron sets out to prove the wwe universe wrong, and seth rollins is going to help her

pairing: seth rollins/cameron and randy orton/eva marie {aside}

rating: t but will feature m rated material at certain points

~*~part one~*~

Eva could tell something was wrong with Cameron. The blonde was unusually quiet as they drove from Chicago to Iowa City where Smackdown would be taped. And it wasn't because she was absorbed in her phone, constantly refreshing twitter or Instagram.

Instead, she was staring out the window, watching the lights of Chicago give way to the suburbs like Rosemont and Lincolnwood until they reached the highway and saw stretches of grass and fields. She seemed sad, almost. Listless, would be the better word actually.

The dullness in her normally always bright ocher eyes made the redhead's stomach drop. There was the buzz of her phone, momentarily distracting her, but she ignored it. She knew it was Randy. He had been grumpy ever since she told him, in his locker room while the dark match was going on, that she'd be riding with Cameron and not joining him on his bus like she normally did.

"You're not riding with me because of Cameron?" He looked downright insulted, those ice blue eyes going stormy.

"Something's wrong with her." Eva defended, tone fierce and hazel eyes glowering. "She's my friend, and I need to make sure she's okay."

"Can't Nikki do that? Aren't they friends, too? Or Summer Rae? The three of them are always in those six Diva's tag matches now. Which reminds me," His teeth became grit and his jaw was subtly ticking. "You should talk to Steph about those. Last time I checked, you were also a cast member of Total Divas."

The redhead rolled her eyes. "Except I'm not beefing with anyone. Summer hates Nattie because Nattie left her on the side of the road, Nikki and Brie are at each other's throats about who's the better Bella and then Cameron is angry at Naomi for always getting a push and leaving her behind."

Randy ran his fingers through his close cropped hair and crossed his arms over his chest. "Naomi could eat Cameron for breakfast; chew her up and spit her out, the whole deal. That's not worth watching. You could at least put up a fight against Naomi. You should be the one who's out there."

"Don't say that! Cameron's doing her best! It's not like I was lighting the world on fire when I was put on the main roster. If it wasn't for you," Her red lips stretched into a warm smile. "I wouldn't be half as good as I am now. Stephanie's told me backstage she thinks I'm improving."

"You gotta get out there, and take it. You can't keep sitting back like this…"

"I'm not sitting back. I know what I'm doing. Right now all of them – Nikki, Brie, Nattie, Summer, AJ, Paige and Alicia – they're all focused on each other and not even worried about me, but when they least expect it…" Her eyes gleamed as she punched him in the chest. "Boom! I'll be right there; ready to make my move, Viper style. Except instead of Michael Cole screeching about an 'RKO out of nowhere' it'll be DDT on the Diva's Champion AJ Lee out of nowhere by Eva Marie!"

"Viper style?" She could hear the lustful note in his tone, and shook her head. "I'm still riding with Cameron. Don't worry though," She trailed a finger over the inseam of his dress pants. "We'll get to the hotel at the same time."

"Let me guess," Cameron's voice, not exactly its bubbly tone, brought Eva back to the present. "Little Viper's awake and Mr. Apex Predator wants you to hit the gas?"

"Oh, my God!" Eva howled, shoving the other hard in her shoulder. "You're so nasty!"

"It ain't nasty if it's true. And since you're turning as red as your hair, it's true."

"Your nastiness is making me blush, not Randy's text. He doesn't do that stuff. Alanna uses his phone to play games and face time with her Mom when she's at shows and on the road."

"Tell him to get kiddie safety guards or whatever. Parents put that shit on their phones all the time."

"He still wouldn't text me nasty stuff. He'd just text me about a move set practice he has set up for us or strategies on AJ or Paige or whoever my next opponent is. He's really helped me improve since we got together."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." There was a wistful tone in Eva's voice. "He really wants me to get better and not just get pins by distractions and stuff. He says I'm improving, little by little."

Cameron didn't say anything just nodded and returned to looking out the window. She knew what Eva said was true. She was improving. Little by little she was getting better. The former Funkadactyl didn't think her boyfriend had anything to do with it, though. That didn't seem very Viper-like, helping his girl improve in the ring.

But Eva always told all the girls that Randy wasn't as gruff as he seemed. That the infamous Apex Predator façade belied, the good man that was underneath. He didn't have the best reputation backstage, especially amongst the Divas, but he once you peeled away his in-ring persona and saw him with his daughter and around Hunter and Stephanie – outside the ring – he was pleasant. Nicer than you'd expect, funny and unexpectedly gentle.

As they pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, Eva asked, "Are you okay? You were really quiet during the ride, and you've seemed off lately."

Cameron flipped her hair over her shoulder and waived the red head off, "Girl, please, don't go worrying about me. It's all good. Go be with your man."

"If you're sure…"

"Go! Did I not tell you that Little Viper is awake? Now, remember," Cameron called over her shoulder, halfway to the entrance of the hotel. "Don't forget to drop it low, like I taught you!"

Eva laughed loudly as Cameron dropped to her knees and started to twerk before the blonde straightened herself and waived, disappearing into the hotel amongst several other Superstars and Divas.

Smackdown Taping

Cameron didn't watch matches when she didn't have one, which given her current status – being used for beatdowns against Brie and in six Divas tag matches – meant she was bored. Huffing, because you could only file your nails so many times and even refreshing twitter got old after a while, she found herself in the viewing area backstage.

The last time she had been here was when Dolph Ziggler was holding court and making fun of Seth Rollins because of what Dean Ambrose had done to the latter's Money In The Bank Briefcase. She vaguely remembered laughing at his crack at the briefcase looking like the bottom of a movie theatre.

Then Rollins had shown up and the party was over.

So here she was again, except this time she was alone, watching as Justin Roberts announced the match.

"This match is set for one fall; Intercontinental Champion Dolph Ziggler vs Mr. Money in the Bank, Seth Rollins! And now entering the ring from Hollywood, Florida at 6 ft. and weighing in at 215 pounds, he is your Intercontinential Champion, Dolph Ziggler!"

There went the trademark 'Ziggle Wiggle,' and Cameron laughed, shaking her head at all the screeches she could hear, even from backstage. Girls lost their minds every single time.

"And now from Davenport, Iowa standing at 6 ft 2 inches and weighing in at 217 pounds, Mr. Money In The Bank, Seth Rollins!"

No 'showing off' was necessary for the Iowa native, who even in his own state, was greeted with heat instead of that hometown pop. He strutted down the ring, metallic gold briefcase in his grasp, and cocky grin on his full lips, large brown eyes darkened by determination and jaw set tight.

This is probably the most Cameron's ever paid attention to him; even when he was a member of The Shield. And as he casually stripped himself of his black t-shirt with the bright yellow SR logo across it, she wondered why she hadn't paid more attention before. It was probably that he was covered up in all the tact gear, she decided, because dayum… Her tongue, of its own accord, wet her lips.

He wasn't the biggest guy she'd ever seen, but what was there; those nicely formed muscles that flexed with ease under golden tan skin, were a sight to see, for sure. Perfectly proportioned pectorals lead the way to a ripped abs and defined hips, on which his leather pants sat just low enough to tease, and emphasized his wonderfully toned ass.

Well, fuck, this just was not fair.

"I know right." Nikki Bella's sly tone was in her ear, and Cameron fought the urge to glare, because seriously?! A girl couldn't ogle alone?! "Who knew all that was hiding under that tact gear he used to wear?"

"Reigns made the tact gear work for him." Cameron sounded like she was bored, shrugging her shoulders. "Ambrose did too. His arms were always on point. Guess Rollins got tired of them getting all the attention."

She turned back to the screen, effectively dismissing the brunette and as usual Michael Cole went on spouting about how Rollins had betrayed his brothers – Ambrose who was lurking somewhere, no doubt, ready to pounce and Reigns who sadly was out of action due to surgery – and as always, there was no ounce of remorse from the Money In The Bank contract holder.

He took in the 'you sold out chants,' like they gave him life, spreading his arms out wide [yum] and without a flinch.

Suddenly, something Eva said the night before came to Cameron's mind.

He's really helped me improve since we got together.

A light bulb went off for the blonde Diva as she continued watching Seth dismantle Ziggler. If Randy could help Eva, why couldn't she get a little help of her own? A little help of her own from Seth Rollins?