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This chapter is named after 'Keep Your Eyes Peeled' by Queens Of The Stone Age

Lydia Ambrose's Point Of View

I stood patiently by the luggage carousel, taping my foot in time to the music that was playing through my headphones. Everyone else had come, fetched their cases and had long since left the airport, and as per usual I was left until last, still waiting for mine to come round. After the long flight I'd just had, flying half way across America, I just wanted to get my case and get out of here. I was tired, I was hungry, and I knew my cousin would be waiting for me at arrivals. I didn't want to keep him too long.

Thankfully my case finally came into view and I rushed forward, grabbing it and lifting it from the carousel, setting it on the floor. The thing was massive and heavy, hitting the ground with a thud. Once I'd assessed that it hadn't been damaged, I lifted the handle and began wheeling it to the exit.

I reached and passed through security, the officer on duty letting me through without issue, excitement suddenly beginning to fill my body, an eager and happy smile gracing my lips as it dawned on me what was finally happening.

I was a student, majoring in journalism. It was my passion, I loved to write and discover and create. I was finally in my final year of school and it was time to begin my final project. I needed to write an article, an interesting piece, something that would stand out and showcase my best work and get me the best final grade. A lot of my friends had gone down the route of pursuing their passions or their hobbies for their article and writing about them, but I'd chosen a different route.

My cousin was in a very specific and elite sort of job, an interesting job, one that was filled with thousands of stories and a tonne of exciting individuals. I knew from the second our assignment was announced that his place of work would be a fantastic place to write about, and so I called him immediately, seeing if he could swing an opportunity my way.

And he'd done it.

I had no idea how, but he'd spoken to his bosses and organised for me to visit him, live with him and come on the road with him for four months in order to perform research and write my final project.

I was going on the road with the WWE, and I couldn't be more excited.

I'd never done anything like this before, I'd never experienced the things I knew I was about to, and I knew I would get exactly what I wanted in order to complete my project. I would see how the company worked, I would watch shows and discover what it was like to be on the road, I'd interview champions, get photos of belts, befriend those around me in order to do the best work I could.

But not only that, I'd get to spend some time with my older cousin. Since he was always on the road, it was very rare that I saw him apart from family occasions and the odd weekend. I'd practically grown up with him, my mum helping to raise him after his dad left and his mum went to rehab. I supposed he was more of a brother than a cousin in some ways.

I missed the guy, so to spend so much time with him was going to be awesome.

I finally walked through arrivals, my eyes searching through the insane crowd, my grin beaming when I eventually saw him standing there, ready to greet me.

"Dean!" I squealed with excitement, running over to him awkwardly whilst trying to wheel my heavy case behind me. Thankfully he met me half way, picking me up and twirling me in his arms in greeting.

"Boy, are you a sight for sore eyes," he chuckled once he finally put me back down on my feet. He ruffled my hair before grabbing my case from me. "I've missed you, Lydia."

"I've missed you too. Long time no see," I said as I tried to neaten my now messy bangs, the two of us walking from the airport, eager to get away from the mad rush of people still in the building. Neither of us were a great fan of large crowds.

"The last time was cousin Mikey's 25th birthday, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. "And that was like six months ago. It has been far too long."

We walked to the parking lot where he had parked his car. He unlocked it and put my case in the trunk before we both got inside, put our seatbelts on and drove down the road ready to head to the arena.

"Six months is a long time," he said. "But we have about four months to put that right. It is four months, isn't it?"

"Yes," I replied. "Hope you can put up with me for that long."

"I dunno," I said thoughtfully. "Might have to throw you out after two."

"Fuck off," I laughed, nudging him playfully. "How did you manage to get me this gig anyway? I didn't think those Authority guys liked you much."

I had to admit, I hadn't really brushed up on my knowledge of the WWE. School kept me so busy that I barely had time to watch any sort of television. I followed Dean's career because he was family, but that was it. I was hoping that my time with the company would bring me up to date with everything and I'd understand more of what was going on. I kind of needed to if this article was going to make any sort of sense.

"They don't," he said. "But it's amazing what they'll do to help people out. They liked your application. They know how papers like yours can show them in a good light. Plus the fact they had Roman and Renee asking too. I think they agreed just to shut us up."

I wasn't the only one who had applied to WWE for the chance to work with them. Thousands of journalism and sports students around all the universities in America had applied too. But thankfully my cousin being one of their employees had really helped get my foot in the door. So it was I who had managed to nab the spot.

"How is Renee?" I asked him.

"She's good," he smiled. "She's excited to see you. She said something about spending some 'girl time' with you. Shopping and partying and shit."

I laughed. I loved Renee. Dean had been seeing her for a while now and we'd bonded so closely that I considered her one of my best friends. She was perfect for my cousin and I honestly could not ask for a better girlfriend for him. She was the best.

"And how's Roman?" I asked.

"Ro is good," he said. "He was away last week for JoJo's birthday, so I'm as excited to see him as you are."

It had only been recently that I'd met Roman. It was strange because my cousin had fought with him for years in The Shield, but I'd only met him after they'd broken up. It was like the disbanding of the group brought them closer, like he clung to Roman more because he trusted him after what happened. I couldn't blame him; Dean hadn't had the best upbringing until my mum intervened. There were very few people he trusted, so when he found someone he could rely on, he rarely let them go. Only after the group had disbanded and he'd learnt how strong their friendship was did he bring him for all of us to meet.

"How old is she now?" I asked. I'd never met the little girl but Roman had shown me plenty photos and she was all he spoke about.

"Just turned 8," he replied.

"Damn, time is flying," I laughed. "About time you and Renee popped a few little bambinos out, huh?"

I saw his face flush red, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter and I had to keep my mouth tightly closed in order not to laugh. My cousin was so easy to wind up and I knew exactly which buttons to press to get him there.

"Not y-yet," he stuttered. "Maybe in a few years t-time." I could tell he was embarrassed.

"I'm just kidding with you, Deano," I laughed. "Chill."

"Well how about you?" he asked and I could see the tables were about to turn on me. "At least I have a girlfriend to have babies with. At least I'm not still single and alone, like an old maid."

I frowned. "Low blow, Dean."

He quickly glanced over at me before looking back at the road. "Sorry. But who knows, something might happen here. I know a lot of awesome guys who work for WWE. I can easily introduce you to people."

"Maybe…" I said. "But I'm here to work and I'm here for school, not to date people. And even if I was and I did meet someone, I'd be nowhere near ready for kids. You and Renee on the other hand…" I smirked.

"Enough, Lydia," he quickly interjected.

I could see him relax when the arena was in sight and that he could easily end the conversation. He pulled into a parking space and cut the engine. He opened the glove compartment and pulled out two passes, handing one to me. We got out of the car, my eyes looking up at the building with anticipation.

"Nervous?" he asked me as he came round to my side and we began to walk to the entrance.

"A little," I said. "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I am about to meet a lot of famous people."

"I never considered it like that," he said. "To me they're work mates or people I beat the shit out of."

We flashed our passes to security and we were let inside.

"I just hope I can do this," I said, biting the inside of my cheek. "People might not want to talk to me, they might not want to be interviewed. They come here to work after all, not to be asked questions by a student."

"They'll co-operate," Dean said as we walked down the corridors of the arena. "These guys are a lot nicer than you think. And if they say no, just tell me who rejected you and I'll fuck them up in the ring for you."

I laughed. "Always the protective cousin, huh?"

"Course I am," he said with a wink. "Now get your camera out. Might be time to get your first pictures."

As well as writing my article, I had to take all the photos and pictures that were to be included too. I messed around in my bag until my camera was ready and poised in my hand. We turned a few more corners until we reached a tall black curtain. Dean pulled it aside and we stepped past it.

"Whoa…" I said, my eyes wide as I took in the sight around me. I found myself on the main stage of the arena, surrounded by lights, seats, cameras, people and superstars. A ramp lay in front of me which led down to the ring in the middle of the huge room. All the seats were empty, many staff still running around, rigging lights, putting up barriers and preparing everything for the show tonight. Granted, it wasn't in all the glory it would be in in a few hours, but it was still an unbelievable sight to see.

"What do you think?" my cousin asked me.

"This is… wow…" I whispered.

"This is where the magic happens," Dean said.

I immediately raised my camera to take a few pictures, taking snaps of whatever I could. Once I put my camera down, Dean led me down the ramp and past a barrier to some seats in the third row. I smiled when I saw who we were heading towards.

"Roman Reigns," I greeted him brightly.

He looked up from his phone, beaming when he saw me. "Lydia Ambrose. About time you got here."

I greeted him with a hug, my arms barely able to wrap around the huge man before the three of us took a seat.

"So this is WWE huh?" I asked, my eyes still gazing around, taking everything in. It was so amazing to see and I knew how lucky I was in that moment. I bet there were millions of people who would give their left arm to be sitting exactly where I was right then. I felt in such awe of it all. I couldn't wait to see it all lit up for the show tonight.

"Sure is," said Roman. "Don't worry, the novelty will ware off soon enough."

"I doubt it," I said to him. "This place is unbelievable."

"It pays the bills," chuckled Dean. "And we like it so…"

But his voice trailed off as my eyes hit the two people currently in the ring. One I recognised from my days of watching WWE as a kid. His name was Kane. But the other I recognised for all the wrong reasons.

I'd seen him before on TV but I'd never met him before or even seen him in the flesh. He was someone I used to look upon with admiration and fondness, especially with the ways Dean used to speak about him. He'd once considered him a best friend, a brother, someone who could be relied upon. But then everything changed and 'traitor' was the best description instead.

He was a handsome man and a strong man, clearly getting the upper-hand on Kane with whatever training they seemed to be doing, but that's where the positive descriptions ended. I knew the truth, I knew what he'd done to my cousin and friend, and I knew he wasn't a man to be trusted.

Seth Rollins.

His hair was tied back into a high bun, his t-shirt stained wet with sweat as he got Kane into a headlock, dropping the demon to the floor before helping him get up again to repeat the exercise. I couldn't help the way my nostrils flared slightly in disgust.

"… and then we can go for drinks. What do you say?" Dean said, my ears finally refocusing back on the conversation.

"Is that him?" I asked, my head gesturing over to the ring, ignoring Dean's question.

Both men turned to look, clearly seeing what I was getting at.

Roman smirked. "Yeah that's him."

"That's the bastard," said Dean, quickly looking away.

The night Seth had turned on his brothers had been one of the hardest of Dean's life. As soon as he'd returned to his hotel room that night, he'd been on the phone with my mum and I for hours, anger, sadness, hurt and betrayal filling his body. I'd never heard my cousin like it before and I knew his friend doing what he had done had fucked him up more than anyone realised. Dean didn't trust easily and to have that trust destroyed was heart breaking. So to view the man who had done that to him made me want to march right into that ring and claw the guy's eyes out.

"I've never seen him in the flesh before," I commented.

"Consider yourself lucky," scoffed Dean, mindlessly pulling his phone out to look at. I knew he was doing it to distract himself. "We can't all say that."

I looked over at him sadly, Roman folding his arms and releasing a sigh.

"We tend to keep our distance from Seth," the Samoan informed me. "He pisses us off and we piss him off. So we avoid him unless its absolutely necessary. Plus the fact that Dean wants to rip his head from his shoulders every time we're in the same room."

"And break his legs," Dean added whilst typing out a text. "Don't forget I want to break his legs."

"And break his legs, apparently," Roman corrected.

"What's his stance in the company right now?" I asked as I watched Seth and Kane go through a few more exercises and moves. It would be useful to know, especially considering I needed to interview as many people as I could for my paper. If he was of importance, I'd have to chat to him, but if he was nothing, I might be able to avoid him. I hoped for the latter.

"Seth is Authority," Roman told me. "He's the golden boy, Triple H's little project."

"I see," I nodded, watching as he hit Kane with a drop kick. "Anything noteworthy? Belts? Championships?"

"He's the Money In The Bank briefcase holder," Roman said.

Fuck…

"Of course he is," I muttered to myself in annoyance.

"And he only got that with help," added Dean bitterly.

"Just… watch out for him, okay?" Roman told me. "I wouldn't want anything to go down with him due to your association with us. Seth is a nasty man who is friends with some nasty people. Keep your eyes peeled, Lydia."

I nodded, watching their little warm up in the ring finish. Seth helped Kane to his feet, shaking his hand before walking over to the corner closest to us, reaching down for his towel and his bottle of water. He stood, wiped his face with the towel before raising the bottle to his lips, drinking as he gazed up at us.

I watched closely as his eyes scanned Roman and Dean before finally landing on me. He stood there, an eyebrow raised as I returned his stare. It was strange, but he seemed so harmless looking at him. He seemed a normal nice guy, a man who was simply here to wrestle and do his job. Appearances were clearly deceiving.

I wasn't sure how long we looked at each other for but Seth managed to empty his bottle of water, removing it from his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes moved then, flickering either side of me, my head moving to see both Roman and Dean glaring at him menacingly, the silence between the three men heavy and powerful. I swallowed, able to cut the tension with a knife.

The animosity between these three men was unbelievable and a lot stronger than I'd first thought. I shuffled uncomfortably in my seat, wanting nothing more than to be away from here. It all just felt awkward and the happy feeling I'd just shared with my cousin and friend had long gone.

Seth was the one who finally made the first move, looking back at me with narrowed eyes before he finally turned away and jumped out of the ring, walking up the ramp.

I released a breath I didn't even know I'd been holding, the tense atmosphere slowly fading.

"Motherfucker doesn't know when to quit," growled my cousin.

"Calm down, Dean," said Roman. "He's left, hasn't he?"

"What the hell was all that about?" he asked. "I was fucking sitting here minding my own business. I'm as entitled to be here as he is. Just because he's Triple H's butt buddy doesn't mean-"

"Alright, enough," said Roman, essentially ending Dean's rant. "Stop letting him get to you. He's gone and it's over. Now let's get back to actually enjoying ourselves."

Dean sighed in annoyance. "Fine."

"Now have you messaged Renee to see what she's coming here?" Roman asked.

"Yeah," said Dean, a lot calmer now the subject had been changed. "She said…"

But Dean's voice faded off in my head as I watched Seth reach the stage and disappear behind the curtain and out of sight.

There was a clear bitterness here and an obvious hatred. Dean despised him, Roman hated him and for Seth the feeling was very mutual. It had all been very awkward and uncomfortable.

I'd been so full of excitement and optimism when Dean had fetched me earlier from the airport. And whilst that still remained, I had to really wonder what I'd gotten myself into by coming here…

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