This story is so ridiculous it's not funny. I have come up with another random bout of drivel in my head and.. whelp... here it comes! This is AU, but will kind of stick to the current story line in ways. The character are pretty much OOC, because really, what do I know about the real Colby, Joseph, or Jonathan other than what is put on their TV characters. Yes, my character is pretty much the definition of Mary-Sue. If that bothers you, find another damn story! =D

I OWN NOTHING! I GET NOTHING EXCEPT FUN OUT OF WRITING THIS!

I hope some will enjoy this.

KairiAnneYukari ^.^

To be honest, I never saw myself here; well, not realistically anyway. I'm not someone special, not related to any WWE superstar, not a screen writer or camera man, not anyone affiliated with the WWE. I did, however, grow up watching the franchise and loved every moment of it. From the fans cheers, to the lovely costumes and personas, to the lovelier men and women in the business. It was round about when the Shield debuted that I stopped watching. Oh, not due to them. In fact, I'd have watched even more with those fine men joining the roster. It was due to situations that no one could control. I was ecstatic when I found out I had won two ring side tickets to the event coming near to my home town of Rolla, Missouri in Columbia, Missouri. We'd had events here in Rolla when I was younger but only three times, and the last was held when I was about fifteen where as I was now almost twenty-three.

I didn't see myself here when I got to my seat, and not even as Roman Reigns, my new found crush, walked right by my seat! He even brushed my shoulder to touch my so-called boyfriend's hand. So-called boyfriend Nick was elated being that he was on the side of Seth Rollins, and hoped Seth would do the same.

"Did you see that? Huh?! He touched me!"

I held back and eye roll as Ii blandly replied, "Yeah, and every other fan."

His eyes narrowed on me and I swallowed nervously until I realized we were in public and he couldn't touch me here.

"Well he sure didn't offer to touch you," he sneered, pushing back his curly mop of blonde hair.

"That is true," I conceded, giving him a nod.

My eyes were glued to the ring as Seth Rollins music started. That got Nick into a whooping fit, cheering like some of the women surrounding us until Seth got in the ring.

"I don't see why we are bothering with this Roman, we both know you're going to lose, like you did when I cashed in my money in the bank."

Roman gave a smirk before speaking.

"If I remember correctly, you cashed in as I was going to win against Brock Lesnar and caught me by surprise," Roman said.

"Paint it how you want Reigns, point it that you lost," Seth said with a sneer, "Just like you will tonight."

Roman looked around as the crowd booed, so I joined in with a grin.

"I don't think the crowd agrees, and I'm sure if they had their say, you'd be losing right now rather than later tonight."

I couldn't help a yelp of happiness. That beautiful Samoan man was right.

"Hell yes!" I shouted, "Take him down now Roman!"

I felt Nick's heavy gaze on me but ignored it, pumping my fist along with the crowd's chants. Suddenly Dean's music played and reminded me of the reason Seth was even in the ring. He was utterly fucked. Seth was going to fight Dean, with Roman as the referee as per the Authority lap dog Kane. I grimaced as I thought to what Kane had become. There was no doubt he could rip everyone's head off, but he chose to sit by, all docile except for the random outburst. Dean made his usual exciting appearance and ran by our side of the ring. I wasn't going to pass up the chance to touch him! I leaned over and put my arm out. He tapped hands as he walked by, stopping randomly to pull someone into a hug. Finally he came to me. His hand enveloped mine and he pulled me into him, gentler than I expected. I patted his back with a soft sound of glee. I couldn't help but enjoy his scent as he hugged me with one arm. He smelled spicy, kind of musky as well. As he let go, I cheered with the crowd; I felt like I had just ran two miles with the rate my pulse was going. I heard a growl as a hand gripped my wrist tightly. I swung around and glared at Nick. I was pushing my luck but this was not the time for his shit.

"Fucking hit me later, I'm enjoying myself right now," I snarled under my voice.

His eyes flickered dark for a second before he gave me an eerily calm smile.

"Sure dear," he said, dropping my now sore wrist.

I returned my gaze to the ring when the bell rang, watching intently as Seth stood there, glaring at the light footed Dean. I could barely keep up once the match started, having been gone for wrestling too long to remember most of the moves. At one point, J and J security pulled Dean out while Roman yelled in Seth's face about belittling him. Dean started to swing at one of the security but Seth flew through the ropes and kicked him in the head, sending him flying against the barricade near me. I eagerly lost all inhibitions and tapped his arm.

"Come on Dean, kick his ass man! You can do it! You're the Dean Ambrose! Show him how sorry of a man he is!"

That got a glare in my direction from Seth before he picked Dean up by the hair. Before he could punch him, Dean bashed Seth in the cheek with his fist, following up with a head butt. He climbed back into the ring as Seth stumbled, J and J making sure he was alright. Dean climbed up and relaxed on the upper ropes in the corner, grinning and presenting a picture of calm. Roman even cracked a smile until Seth climbed back in the ring. My pulse hit overdrive as Seth was caught in a flying clothes line from Dean.

"Yes!"

"No!"

I glared at Nick but turned before he saw and managed to see Dean covering Seth. Roman started counting but suddenly, out of no where, Kane grabbed Dean's ankle and pulled him off.

"Mother fucker!" I shouted.

Roman called the DQ and the bell rang. But that didn't stop Kane from beating on Dean. My blood boiled and I had to remind myself it was just a show. I almost released a scream of rage at Seth when he went to join in, but instead was super man punched by Roman.

"Hell yeah! Go Roman!" I shouted.

Seth was dragged out and walked off by J and J, and of course Kane followed after delivering a choke slam to Dean and being ran off by Roman. The other matches, while interesting, weren't too memorable until Nikki Bella beat the crap out of Naomi for hurting her sister Brie apparently on a previous match. After that cat fight, it was Roman and Seth. Roman's music played and I was surprised to find that he came down our way again. I was not going to miss my second chance and rose, reaching my hand out. Roman took his time, tapping everyone's hands with a grim, serious expression. As he got closer, Nick reached out from behind me to touch him again, but Roman dodged his hand to touch mine, making me grin like a nut. I heard a sharp chuckle from Roman as Nick let out a huff and then Roman actually gave a half smile towards me. Well, I think it was me. Couldn't tell but either way my inner fan girl about died. The fight was rough and very physical, with interference from J and J when the referee wasn't looking of course. At one point, Seth curb stomped Roman and I felt my knees go weak at the sight of blood from his nose. He rose after a few taunts from Seth though, and obviously startled the smaller man. Then came the spear that ended the match in Roman's favor. My heart soared as I screamed and cheered with the other fans, other than Nick of course who was cursing and damning Roman. Roman picked up a mic and looked around.

"And this is just the beginning of Seth's descent of power, believe that."

Soon enough the seats of people filed out, hoping to catch a peek of the wrestlers heading to their buses. I rose to follow suit but Nick yanked me in the other direction. Dutifully I followed him, knowing I was going to only make it worse if I fought, and it was likely to be bad due to my mouth. I silently cursed my excited ramblings earlier, cursed him for being him, and myself again for ever getting into this situation. When we came to a deserted hall, he looked around, apparently for cameras.

"I hope you got your hormones under control now," he snarled, "You never and I mean never speak to me like that again! Do it and I will cut your mother into little pieces! She is oh so frail as of late after her stroke. It'd be bad for her night nurse to suddenly snap and in a fit of insanity, kill her."

My breath caught in my throat and I stepped back, cursing as I hit a wall. He smirked.

"You- You wouldn't," I breathed.

Panic rose in my belly as he lifted a pocket knife, opening it with a ruthless grin.

"Let's practice on you huh? Just in case dear mommy needs to be gutted."

At the end of his sentence, his down south Texan accent slipped out, making him frown momentarily before lashing out. I ducked but a screech escaped my mouth as he caught my cheek.

"Fuck!"

"Now now Samara," he cooed, "That's not appropriate language for a young lady."

I held my burning cheek as blood covered my fingers, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Hurt me all you want but if you touch my mother you will regret it you fucking asshole!" I snapped.

His grin widened as he twirled the small knife around his fingers, surprising me suddenly with a knee to the gut. A cry sounded pitifully in the empty hall as I fell, clutching both my stomach and cheek now.

"What is going on here?!"

I looked up with a gasp and saw Nick slip the knife away quickly as we both spotted Seth Rollins. He looked concerned and a tad bit pissed.

"Hehe, oh it's just you Seth, good," Nick said easily, slipping the knife back out, "I'm teaching my homely little girl here a lesson like you will do the bitch Reigns."

I hissed a 'fuck you' at him before he kneed my forehead, making me wince and fall onto my butt.

"Touch her again and you will be heavily escorted from the building," Seth said in a deadly calm voice.

"Aw come on Seth, I'm sure you of all men know you have to keep your bitch in line sometimes," Nick purred, apparently trying to appeal to Seth's manly side, "This fat ass just has reached her leash limit, know what I mean?"

"I'm sorry?" Seth asked, looking even angrier now.

Footsteps approached and I used the distraction to slide back but not far enough as Nick launched the knife at me, embedding it in my shoulder. I bit my lip until it bled, trying to remain composed in front of the now three men near by.

"What the fuck is going on Colby?"

That voice made me look up and realize the former members of the Shield all stood by now.

"Colby? His name is Seth you stupid fuck!" Nick yelled.

Realization seemed to dawn in the three men's eyes.

"He's not mentally stable," I threw out.

I saw Nick spin around and he released a snarl. I expected blinding pain from the foot coming at me but I heard an 'oomph' and then, nothing. Looking up, I was shocked to see Dean Ambrose on top of an unconscious Nick. My mouth dropped and hands lifted me up gently.

"Holy shit," I heard Seth, Colby?, say.

"Are you okay?" Roman asked.

I nodded dumbly and watched as Dean stood up, brushing his hands off.

"Ho-How did you do that?" I whispered.

He looked at me in surprise then laughed loudly.

"You just got the shit kicked out of you and you're wondering how I knocked your attacker out?" he asked with a grin.

I nodded again.

"I wanna know how to do that if he tries anything again," I admitted.

"Honey, he's not getting near you ever again to try that," Seth said, making me shiver slightly.

"What?" I asked.

"Everything that just happened, was caught on camera down the hall," Roman supplied, "He will not be near you, nor any women probably, for a few years."

"Not only did he assault you with a weapon, he attempted to assault me when I came at him," Dean said, "That is another mark on him."

"And seeing as how you said he was unstable, I'm sure you have many personal experiences with him?"

I nodded to Seth who gave a sad smile.

"That will keep him in even longer," he said.

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. The men looked a little concerned as I grinned.

"I'm sorry, but this is the first time anyone has promised me freedom in three years," I whispered.

A soft giggle escaped my lips and I threw myself at Dean.

"Thank you so much!"

Before the other men could probably know what was happening, I hugged them too.

"You all are like knights coming to save the pauper rather than the princess," I said with a chuckle.

With that, I promptly dropped to the floor.

How I ended up here, in the shared suite of those amazingly beautiful knights was truly beyond me. I was startled from my thoughts as there was a knock on the door and it swung open.

"Hey, you're awake."

I nodded and sat up, wincing at the pain in my belly.

"Careful, you received some damage from what we could tell," Dean said, putting up a hand to stop me.

Conceding, I laid back against the pillows.

"So, not that I'm complaining one bit, but why am I here with you guys?" I asked softly.

He gave a chuckle and an embarrassed smile.

"We had no clue who you are because you weren't carrying a purse, phone, or wallet," he explained, "We left your details and husband with security and-"

"Whoa, hold up there pony boy, not husband, hardly even a boyfriend if we're labeling," I said, making him grin slightly, "He's more like a master I suppose."

That wiped his grin off.

"Like we said earlier, he is going away for a long time, we will be sure of that," he said.

"Thanks," I muttered.

He opened his mouth but I interrupted him with a random question.

"Am I going to wake up in some bath tub filled with ice and my kidney missing? Like, is this the wonderful, drug induced dream before I wake up to a horrible reality?" I asked.

That made him double over with laughter and I couldn't help but smile at him. While it was said jokingly, I wondered if it was partially true. He was too cute though as he sat up.

"I promise, this is real," he said.

I sat up more and groaned at the pain in my muscles, wincing as my cheek stung when I laughed.

"Definitely not a dream," I hissed, "Too much pain."

"Oh! Hey Joe, can you bring her some Tylenol?" Dean yelled suddenly.

"Joe?" I questioned.

In walked Roman Reigns, looking the most delectable I had ever seen in a simple black t-shirt, form hugging jeans, and his hair pulled into a low bun. I had to stop from staring at he handed me the bottle and a glass of water.

"So, Roman is a stage name?" I asked, realizing why he had shown up with pills.

"Yes, my real name is Leati, but everyone usually calls me Joe or Joseph, my middle name," he said.

I nodded and gratefully popped three Tylenol and drained half my water in one go.

"Well, I'm Jonathan or Jon, if we're doing introductions," Dean said.

With a smile, I replied, "I'm Samara. What is Seth's real name then? Oh wait, is it Colby?"

They nodded and suddenly he popped in, holding a few boxes of pizza.

"We weren't sure what you'd like so we ordered cheese, pepperoni, and three meat," Se- Colby said.

"Oh, you don't have to, I can just-"

I cut myself of with a loud curse, making the men startle and look at me with worry.

"Sorry," I groaned, "I forgot I rode here with Jackass McAsshole."

There was a snicker and I saw Jonathan grinning, making me smile in return.

"You're welcome to stay here for the night, then in the morning we will get you on a plane to where ever you're from," Joseph spoke up.

"I live about an hour and a half from here, it's a town called Rolla," I said, "I could ride a bus honestly. But a-hole took my credit cards and stashed them at home somewhere and I have no cash."

"Rolla, that's like south west of here right?" Colby asked.

I nodded, a little surprised he knew of my home town.

"We're going to Little Rock next, you can hitch a ride probably," he said.

"You guys aren't flying?" I asked, giving them a confused glance.

"We have the choice to fly or ride the tour bus," Colby explained, "It'd be no problem to ride the bus seeing as we've got three days to get to Little Rock."

I felt suddenly fiery flames in my heart and had to force back tears.

"You guys really are like a rag-tag version of three musketeer knights!" I said with a giggle, "Like, I'd be screwed without you all saving me like you had."

"It's no big deal," Joseph said.

"Hey, don't speak for all of us, I'll take the gratitude," Jonathan said, scooting closer, "Speak more of how knightly we are."

I couldn't stop a roll of laughter at his antics and saw the other men smile as well.

"You have a beautiful laugh," Jonathan said suddenly.

I blushed and coughed awkwardly, then thought of the perfect distraction for my awkwardness.

"You said you have cheese pizza?" I asked, motioning towards the box.

All men grinned and nodded.

"Come, join us and eat," Colby said, "Unless you'd rather eat in bed."

I snorted.

"I'm hurt, not limbless," I said with a chuckle.

As I forced myself up, I couldn't stop a groan. An arm quickly wrapped around my waist and I squeaked as I was lifted into his arms. I started to yell at Jonathan to put me down but he began talking to Colby about pepper flakes and Parmesan.

"Put me down," I insisted at the door way, "I can walk."

"I can carry you just as easy, maybe better, than you could walk," he argued.

"I'm not like those feather weight divas," I retorted, "You could throw out your back!"

For some reason all the men found this funny if their boisterous laughter was any indication. I took in a deep breath of anger but Jonathan's scent filled my nostrils again, taking out some of my fight.

"I'm serious!" I said weakly.

"Me too," Jonathan said, "You're not heavy."

I opened my mouth to argue but a bread stick was shoved in, making Jonathan and Joseph laugh.

"Seriously, just eat and shut up," Colby said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes as Jonathan sat me down and I pulled the bread from my mouth, biting it irritably. I chewed on my food and listened to the men joke around, the conversation so light and fun that I nearly forgot why I was here. It was a little mind numbing. These men stopped Nick from probably killing me, took me to their room, and were now feeding me and treating me like I belonged, like I wasn't some outsider who was forced on them. I almost lost my appetite as my thoughts consumed me. I was going to go back to an empty home, to my menial job as an acting coach assistant to the drama teacher, alone. I bit my lip and hissed as my teeth found my previous bite mark. The men gave me a confused look but I waved them off, nibbling on my slice of pizza. Too lost in my thoughts, it took a few second to realize Joseph was speaking to me.

"Huh?" I asked, snapping my head up to him.

I could imagine the dumb look on my face and blushed.

"Sorry, I was thinking."

"I can tell, not that you don't have a reason," he said, "I asked if you wanted to go for a swim in the pool or relax in the Jacuzzi?"

A smile slipped onto my face.

"I love swimming, and who can say no to a Jacuzzi?" I asked jokingly.

"That's the spirit!" Jonathan said with a grin.

Colby rose and took away the plates and finally I realized a problem with the plan.

"Guys, unless we're going in undies or nude, I don't have anything to swim in," I said with a sigh.

"I wouldn't mind- Oof!"

I saw Joseph retract his elbow from Colby's gut and my face blushed slightly as I filled in the rest of his sentence.

"Seriously though, joking aside, I need something to swim in," I said, "I'm not subjecting you guys to that torture."

There was a collective sigh but none argued, instead Joseph left the room. He came back in a few moments with a large white t-shirt and basketball shorts.

"They will be gigantic on you but you should be able to wear them long enough to swim," he said.

Without thinking, I hugged him tightly and ran back into the room I woke up in, changing quickly. Realizing I had no extra bra or underwear with me, I decided to leave them off. Once we were in the water, they wouldn't notice my lack of bra hopefully. I stepped out and squeaked as the shorts damn near fell to my knees. Catching them quickly, I pouted and held them up.

"Here, lift your shirt, I'll tie it," Jonathan offered.

The shirt went up and he pulled at the draw strings and tied them so the shorts were snug against my waist.

"Thank you," I said when he gave me an accomplished grin.

"No problem buttercup," he said, popping the 'p'.

Chuckling I walked with him to the door, allowing the men to lead me down the hall. There was a sound of feet and as we turned the corner, I nearly died in shock as I saw some of the divas. I was pretty sure it was the Bella twins, Naomi, and some other blonde that I didn't know.

"Oh, hey boys!"

Instantly I shied to the back, hiding behind Joseph, and without thinking about it I put my hand on his side to keep him in front of me. He looked behind and gave me a confused look to which I just shook my head, praying he wouldn't ask out loud. To my surprise he put his hand on mine and pulled me around to his side, walking us past the girls with a simple hey towards them. Never had I been so relieved and yet embarrassed at the same time. Once we were a safe distance down the hall, he slowed his feet.

"Are you okay?" he asked suddenly.

I nodded with a warm face.

"Yeah, I uh- I have issues with other women," I said, then balked as I realized how that sounded, "I mean, I get embarrassed easily and I usually get belittled due to my size and plainness by girls like the divas. It's worse when I'm with good looking men, it's like I'm a magnet for rude comments then."

He sighed and I gave him an awkward shrug and smile.

"I can't understand what makes women want to pick on others for being different," he said softly.

"Different things are usually scary to humans; whether a new experience, a new food, or people who look different," I said, "It doesn't help that I have a nose piercing and four on each ear, and usually wear crazy makeup while being fat and awkward shaped."

Instantly I was stopped.

"Look, I've only known you a few hours, but you have this pattern of putting yourself down," he said, staring into my eyes with his beautiful gray-blue ones, "You say you're fat, plain, awkwardly shaped but you are not those things."

"You can not deny my shape nor weight due to the fact I see my clothing size every day," I argued, trying not to get embarrassed or read too much into his words.

"You are full-figured maybe, but that is attractive on women," he said with a small smirk, "Curves have never hurt a man."

"Ah, finally getting to the bottom of this issue eh? He's right Samara," Jonathan said, making me jump.

"Jesus! How are giants like you able to sneak like ninjas?!" I snapped, covering my thumping heart.

They both grinned but Colby spoke, "Anyway, he's right. You're not fat, you have, if you don't mind me saying, beautiful curves."

That was it. I was officially going to die. I put up a hand and turned, walking forward.

"Nope, I'm done, I'm not pushing this dream any farther, let's just swim so I can see you all shirtless and wet before I wake up," I sighed.

They laughed but I heard them follow me until I stopped when I realized I had no clue where I was going.

"Um, lead the way," I mumbled when they grinned at me.

"Sure thing buttercup," Jonathan said, "Let your knights lead the way."

Blushing once again, I followed them onto an elevator. It was close quarters with the three bulking men and I, forcing me to be touching all three of them at one time. Not that I minded honestly. That was until I felt hands touch my hips.

"Calm down buttercup, I just wanted to see how beautiful the curves were!" Jonathan said.

I couldn't help but giggle as Joseph slapped his head and Colby threw him an exasperated groan.

"What, I'm just being honest!"

"Cool your jets," Joseph warned.

"Hey, don't be too harsh," I spoke up, "It does a woman good to feel wanted, even if it is rather embarrassing and she doesn't want to believe it."

"Don't encourage him," Colby groaned as Jonathan laughed.

Finally the doors opened and I followed them to the pool, taking in the chlorine scent and enjoying the dim lighting. I immediately went to the steps and put my feet in, groaning as the warm pool water came up to my ankles.

"Hurry up buttercup!"

I yelped as Jonathan pushed me in, barely catching myself by spinning and grabbing him. Sadly we both fell, but it was luckily shallow at three feet.

"Fast reflexes," he admired, "Next time, grab something that's not trying to get into the water."

I rolled my eyes and splashed him before swimming off towards the deep end. It was quiet with the guys talking in hushed tones as I floated on my back. I was almost asleep when I heard my name.

"Huh?" I asked, jolting upright.

"Want to get in the Jacuzzi? It's already ten and we gotta be up at eight in the morning," Joseph said.

I nodded and headed towards the guys. As I rose up the steps, I heard a sharp intake of breath. Pushing my hair from my face, I threw them a confused look as I walked to the Jacuzzi. As I slipped in it was like heaven. The warm water quickly overtook me and I leaned back with a groan.

"Are you guys coming?" I called without opening my eyes.

Feet entering the tub answered me and I gasped as my feet were picked up and put on a lap. Cracking open my eyes I smiled as I saw Colby holding my legs. As they started talking again, his hands began stroking my feet. His strokes slowly became a massage and before I realized it, I was groaning and whimpering softly at the amazing feel of his strong fingers rubbing my feet. I was soon lulled into an almost sleep state until Colby spoke up, pulling me from my doze.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," he said, helping me up.

I was wrapped into a towel and I subconsciously leaned into Colby as he rubbed my upper arm, enjoying the subtle, sweet attention. I had to soak it up. Who knew how long until it ended?