Hello everyone, and welcome to Catch Your Breath. I am so excited to be starting my second WWE story. If you haven't already seen my other one, Irresistible, then go check it our after this!

So lets get started, shall we? Enjoy!

This chapter is name after 'Little Sister' by Queens Of The Stone Age

Madeleine Ziggler's Point of View

I rushed through the cold Seattle rain, my umbrella almost falling apart in my hand, dragging my suitcase behind me. I hadn't realised the hotel was so far from the train station, and I greatly wished in that moment I'd ordered a taxi. I hurried across the busy road, the hotel in my sights.

My umbrella was in pieces, so I threw it in a nearby trashcan, knowing it was no good. I rushed into the foyer of the hotel, grateful for the dryness and the heating the building had to offer. I caught my breath a moment, many of the hotel's guest staring at the soaking wet blonde who was wringing her hair out as best as she could.

Sadly that blonde was me, so I turned, hiding my face from the starrers.

I smoothed out the frizzy mass atop of my head as best as I could, regretting wearing converse that day. The many puddles I'd ran through meant they were soaked through. I knew I needed to hurry to my brother's room in order to dry off and warm up.

I hadn't seen my brother in months. It was one of the downsides to him being on the road all the time, and being one of WWE's top wrestlers meant he was gone 300 days out of the year. But he loved what he did and that's what mattered at the end of the day.

Not to mention that fact that he was awesome at what he did. He'd been a fan favourite for years now, and I was very proud to call myself Dolph Ziggler's little sister.

I myself was still at university, working hard towards my media degree. Ever since seeing my brother on the screen, I'd wanted a job in television. The lights, the camera, it all looked so glamorous and fun and interesting. I'd worked hard for it ever since, and it was always a bonus having a sibling with his foot already in the door.

With a little talking and gentle persuasion, Dolph had managed to convince Stephanie McMahon to give me a months worth of work experience with WWE to help towards my degree. I'd almost exploded when my brother had called to tell me, my excitement off the scale. To think that I was getting an opportunity to work for one of the biggest companies in television meant the world to me.

Such experiences were not easy to come by, so I grabbed it with both hands, agreeing to join my brother on the road.

I knew the jobs wouldn't be anything special, I'd most likely be the coffee girl or a runner, but to say I'd worked for them would put me a step above the rest and look amazing on a resume.

Plus it meant I got to see Dolph, and I would do that at every chance I got. I missed my big brother. It had always been the two of us growing up so for him to be constantly away made me pine for him. It would be good catching up time and a good bonding time for us.

We both needed it.

Once I figured I looked more presentable, I grabbed my case and headed for the elevator. My brother already had my key, so I just needed to go find him and our room. I pulled out my cell phone and called him. He answered on the second ring.

"Madeleine Ziggler," he said. I could hear the smile in his voice. "Haven't I missed you."

"Hey, Dolph," I smiled, pressing the button to call the elevator, feeling how wet my socks were as I wiggled my toes. "You never told me Seattle was so… rainy!"

"I thought it was common knowledge," he said. "You're the college girl, you should know these things."

"I have not missed your sarcasm," I laughed as the lift arrived. The door opened to reveal three men already inside. All wore wife beaters and shorts, blank looks on their faces. They looked as if they had recently been to the hotel gym, their faces a little sweaty. One had long tied back hair, his skin dark. Another had facial hair, his two toned hair tied into a bun at the nape of his neck. The last one had short brown hair, stuck to his forehead through the sweat. All were well built and I wondered if they were wrestlers.

All looked at me as the doors open, and I was a little taken aback by their stares. I swallowed, feeling very small and intimidated.

"No, but I have missed my little sister," said Dolph.

"I've missed you too, Dolph," I said, pulling my suitcase into the elevator. I struggled as I wheeled it, the little wheels getting stuck in the gap between the doors. "Fuck…" I mumbled under my breath, pulling at it in the hope the doors wouldn't close and crush my case.

"What's wrong?" my brother asked down the phone.

"Stupid case is stuck," I replied, holding my phone to my ear with my shoulder, pulling the case with all my strength. It wouldn't budge.

Well this isn't embarrassing, is it?!

A hand suddenly appeared at the handle of my case, the short browned hair man pulling it free from the gap. He looked at me and handed it to me.

"Erm… thank you," I replied, offering him a smile. He merely nodded at me as the doors closed, the elevator starting to move. My smile dropped, these guys didn't seem the friendly kind.

"Did… get… free?" came Dolph's voice down the phone, the line crackling a little.

"Yes," I said, getting the basic idea of his message. "What room are you in? The signal is bad."

"I'm… room…" I could hardly understand him, knowing the signal would be awful in an elevator. I should have known better and asked him this whilst I was on the train into Seattle.

"Dolph? Dolph…?" I shouted down the phone, the three men looking at me as if I was crazy. My loud voice had filled the small space. But it was no good, the line had cut itself off.

"Great," I said, attempting to redial my brother. It was no good, the line going to voicemail each time. I sighed, putting my phone into my pocket, knowing I'd have to go back down to the main desk to ask my brother's room number.

This was just what I needed. Wet hair, wet feet, a jammed suitcase, a broken phoneline and no idea of where my brother was. Not to mention the men in this room were obviously the life and soul of any party!

"301," said the man with two toned hair.

"Huh?" I asked, breaking myself from my thoughts, looking up at him with surprise.

"Dolph Ziggler is in room 301," he said. "Third floor."

"Oh," I said, placing my hair behind my ear. "Thank you." He nodded as the darker skinned man pressed the 3 button to take me to the third floor. "Bit silly of me not to have asked him earlier really," I said, laughing lightly to make light of the situation. My laughter soon died when none of them joined in.

Well this isn't awkward…

I was grateful when the lift finally stopped on the third floor. The doors opened and I barely had time to grab my case before the shorter haired man picked it up and placed it in the hallway for me, probably not wanting a repeat episode of getting it jammed again.

"Erm… thanks," I said as he re-entered the elevator, his eyes looking at me deeply as the doors closed, leaving me alone.

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. The air in the elevator had been oddly tense, and it was finally nice to relax when I was finally alone. I grabbed my case and began my search for room 301.

It didn't take me long, it was fairly close to the elevator at the end of the hallway. I knocked on the door and was greeted with a huge bear-hug from my brother when he answered. He swung me round, our laughter bright.

"I've missed you, Maddie," he laughed, always using my nickname.

"Missed you too, Dolph," I replied once he'd put me down and I'd regained my balance. My brother had always been big and far too strong. He grabbed my case and we entered our room.

It was a quaint little room with two single beds and a kitchen area, a bathroom to the side. It'd do for us, and Dolph had said we were only here for a few nights anyway for Raw, Smackdown and a few live events.

I couldn't wait, I just wanted to get to the arena and get started already!

We sat on our beds, both eager to catch up.

"So how's my favourite little sister been?" he asked.

"I'm you're only sister!" I reminded him. "But I'm good. Excited to finally get started. How did you convince Steph to give me this work experience?"

"I have my ways," he said. "When you've been in this company for as long as I have, it's easier to pull in a few favours." He stood up and began to make me a drink.

"Well I'm very grateful," I said.

"What happened with your case?" he asked. "You seemed a little stressed over the phone."

"I got it wedged in the elevator," I blushed as he handed me my drink.. "It was quite embarrassing really. Luckily there were people in the elevator to help me."

"That's nice of them," he commented.

"I dunno," I said thoughtfully. "They seemed a little odd and sort of quiet. Like you could cut the tension with a knife."

He frowned. "Who were they?"

"I'm not sure. There were three of them. Sort of muscley, like they worked for WWE. A short haired one, a long haired one and one with blonde and brown hair."

He nodded knowingly. "The Shield."

The who? Ever since starting my studies at university, I hadn't really watched many matches apart from the ones my brother had fought in, and I only watched those occasionally. I wasn't really up to date with any new talent so this name was totally alien to me. I suppose it made sense that they were wrestlers as they knew just who my brother was.

"The Shield?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yes. And if you have any sense you'll stay away from them, okay? They're trouble."

"Why?" I asked, looking at him curiously. What could three men have done to put my brother so on edge? I agreed that they seemed a little strange in the elevator, but they had helped me after all. Firstly my case, and then finding my brother's room. They couldn't be all bad if they were willing to help a stranger like that.

"Just promise you'll keep away, alright?" he asked.

"Yes, I'll keep away," I replied, rolling my eyes. The worry my brother had instilled about these guys wasn't taken lightly by me – my brother wouldn't warn me like that unless it was necessary. But the curious side wanted to find out more.

Who exactly were The Shield?