Lance Tucker is based on the same character in The Bronze. If anyone's interested in the inspiration, here's some short clues all on youtube.

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/watch?v=G3bZl5wEMS8
/watch?v=12gH6-uiXNo - This is probably the best one

Riley flicked through the TV channels slowly ignoring the vibration of her phone unknowingly. She had nearly finished the European tour finally, there were just a few days left in some random cities, but for now she was enjoying her time in bed, trying to decide on a show to settle on. Colby had been getting on really well with his heel promos and Joe was off doing his own thing now with Hunter. Though she was close to some of the new guys, she missed her bond with The Shield. They were her boys, they never took her so seriously. Everyone else looked at her like she had the power to fire them at any point, no matter how friendly she was trying to be.

"I told you her door would be unlocked.."

Her ears perked up at the Irish accent entering her room, she crossed her arms over her pyjamas and tried to cover herself as she seen Becky and Baron walk into her room.

"Excuse me guys, a little privacy if you don't mind" Riley squeaked in embarrassment. Becky was rifling through Riley's suitcase chucking clothes on the bed whereas Baron just stood there smirking at the sight before him.

"You are comin' out with us, whether yer like it or not" Becky stated with a smile as she yanked the covers off Riley.

"But I wanted to stay in tonight, be cosy and..." Riley's voice trailed off when Baron cracked his knuckles "Guess I don't have a choice"

"Nope."

I really miss you.

I know I fucked up but please just answer the phone.

Fuck Riley, what do you want me to do?!

Riley's phone still buzzed in her bag as she walked into the bar. She decided tonight was the night to test out her tight red dress and black heels. The averting eyes Baron was giving her gave her the confidence she needed. Until she nearly tripped up a step into the bar, hanging onto Becky for dear life. Becky escorted her to the bar and helped her onto the stool before wandering off in another direction with Baron to greet some of the other guys.

"Should you be allowed on the dance floor on your own?"

Riley accidentally let out a small groan as she met the blue eyes of someone she was trying her very best to forget. Instead he grinned at her and sat down opposite. He waved the barman over and asked for two tequilas before turning back to her.

"I'd be embarrassed to see me too doll" He smirked drawling out his nickname for her. "You were a six out of ten at the most"

"Yeah well you're lucky I was too drunk to remember Lance" Riley glared back at him. He was such an arrogant ass really.

"Oh Lance, fuck me harder, please" He teased before handing her a tequila shot. She felt herself blush underneath his gaze and threw back the shot, before she requested another two from the bartender.

"Look you're a great masseuse slash coach slash whatever you are, really you should be proud. However when a girl has to fake an orgasm, maybe you should start revising other topics..."

Lance gave a loud snort before pulling her stool closer to his with a loud screech against the floor. His eyes searched her own and she was taken aback by the sudden closeness.

"Now Doll, that would have been more convincing if you didn't come on my fingers, on my tongue, on my dick, on my bedsheets.."

"Ew Lance! Get away from me!" She said horrified pushing him away, looking around to make sure nobody had overheard.

They sat in silence for a few seconds, she could feel his grin bearing into her, his pearly whites gleaming her way. She threw back the other tequila shot and ordered two more and a cocktail. She looked around searching for Becky or Baron, or anyone to come save her from Lance.

"Doll, you're attracted to me and you shouldn't deny yourself of that" He said with a shrug.

"I..I just liked what you were wearing. The white shirt and the blue jacket, you were very...Co-ordinated" She stumbled before taking her third shot of tequila. She grabbed her cocktail and her purse before heading to the dancefloor. Hopefully away from Lance.

"You better have a really damn good excuse as to why you weren't at the house show today."

"Chill out, I'll be at the one in Glasgow tomorrow" He stated looking around for the correct info. He could hear people muttering to themselves but he was sure his hoody, cap and sunglasses were throwing them off. Well he hoped.

"The Glasgow one isn't even you're show?! You've already done the UK shows.."

"Look I've really gotta go. If you want me to wrestle a fuckin rosebud for the rest of the month, I'll do it. We'll talk later" He stated ending the call.

"Calls for Glasgow, now boarding.."

"Halle-fuckin-lujah"He stated with a smile as he chewed his gum, he was one step closer. He dialled a number on his phone and waited as it went to voicemail. He pressed a finger to his ear as he waited for the beep.

"Hey it's me, I'll see you tomorrow mornin'. Yup, I'm being an asshole again, only thinkin' of myself. But I can't keep doing this knowing we aren't okay. I'll see you soon Riles" He stated with a smile before hanging up.

Riley danced with Becky laughing along, they had managed to find the best club in town, still playing 70s and 80s disco. Some of Riley's favourite drinks and a few awkward dance moves, she was having the time of her life. Becky waved some guys over as they joined the dancefloor, one of which was Lance. Riley was drunk but still very aware of his presence, she was thanking god that you couldn't grind to disco. But there he was with that damn cheshire cat grin plastered on his face, his dark hair slicked back and his bright red sports jacket catching everyone's attention. He always wore sports clothes as a matter of fact. He was so cheesy, and right now that was attractive to her.

A round of sambuca shots were brought over, she took two and shot them back one after another, feeling the full affects of all the alcohol now. She literally had no tolerance.

All she could hear was the chorus of September by Earth, Wind and Fire booming through the club. Becky laughing and Lance shaking his ass and doing a god awful robot. Before she knew it, she had stumbled closer to him and found herself looking up into his bright blue eyes. He smirked down at her, she could smell the vodka on his breath as he pulled her in closer. His lips missed her own and found her ear, as his hands wrapped around her waist.

"Told you doll, I'm irresistable."

"Shut up Tucker" She mumbled as she ran her hands along the inside of his jacket and around the neck of his white t shirt. He smirked down at her once more before running his hands up into her hair and pulling her to him, placing a tender kiss on her mouth.

A loud alarm went off, causing Riley to sit up quickly before her hand latched onto her head. She turned her phone off and sighed, she didn't want to look round. She knew he was there awake, probably looking up at her with that damn smile. She turned her head and looked at him. Yep.

"So how many times was it last night? Three, four...Maybe even five?" He said with a chuckle.

"Ughhh" Riley flung herself back onto the bed and placed a pillow over her face "Maybe the suffocation will help me forget"

"You'll never be able to get me out of your mind. Lance Tucker was here, imprinted on every cell in your body."

"Clearly Lance" She stated harshly "For me to sleep with you, again..I clearly have no brain cells in general."

She felt the bed move and prayed Lance was doing the best thing being him leaving her alone for the good of mankind. But instead she felt hands rubbing her shoulders, she let out a small groan as he worked the muscle in her back. "Oh god, don't stop" She moaned, feeling the ache go away.

But he stopped, he placed a hand either side of her and she frowned looking at the hands laid out palms up.

"These hands, you've been blessed Riley. I'm pretty sure they've lowered their standards for you."

"Get out of my room, right now" Riley sighed before pulling her covers up over her head. She just wanted to have a quiet night, watching TV.

She heard the door creak open and Lance tut.

"Wrong room pal" She heard him state and she frowned confused "Hey I know you."

She sat up and her eyes widened at the sight of Jon stood there, looking at Lance who was half naked, thankfully not fully. Jon looked between you and Lance before pointing a thumb in his direction.

"This guy?!" He stated with a sarcastic chuckle. "The masseuse?!"

Riley prayed this was a nightmare, if Lance had any sense he would just leave right now. But it was Lance.

"Hey pal, first of all I'm a fucking amazing masseuse. Secondly, I'm also a NXT training coach" Lance glared getting in Jon's face "And thirdly, your girl wasn't complaining about it last night"

"Lance, get the fuck out. Right now" Riley yelled. "Jon, he's not even worth it. He's a walking asshole."

Jon turned to Lance with a smirk of his own, they both matched in height and although Lance wasn't skinny, Jon was way bigger. She was surprised that Jon hadn't punched him yet, she was surprised that Lance was still stood there holding out his own.

"Run away little princess, go give massages to the real men after they do their real jobs" Jon snapped.

"Pathetic" Lance said with a smile shaking his head. He bent down and picked up his jacket before walking over to Riley. He picked up her hand and placed a small kiss on it "See you around doll".

She snatched her hand away and watched as he walked out, closing the door behind him. Jon started to pace before deciding to sit down opposite Riley. His elbow resting on the arm of the chair and a look of disbelief on his face.

"Why are you here Jon?"

"I've been sending you message after message..Doll"Jon smirked and Riley rolled her eyes. She moved out of bed, not caring that Jon was seeing her naked as she wandered about the room, putting clothes on. She only managed her underwear before she was pulled into Jon's lap.

"That it? You not talking to me now?" He asked with a smile.

"I'm a little weirded out Jon" Riley stated rubbing her arms "You're not getting mad, you aren't slamming things. I'm kinda not sure what to say.."

"Oh I'm pissed babe" He chuckled "But now we're even"

"We're even?!" Riley asked confused as she processed what he stated. She shook her head and stood up with a laugh "No fucking way Jonathan Good are we even!"

Jon sat there amused as he leant back in the chair, waving an arm for her to continue.

"You disrespect me, yell at me in front of everyone! You fuck Renee before you even tell me we are over. You then flaunt Renee in my fucking face. You drank yourself into oblivion when all I could do was worry about you. And because I slept with some dude whilst I was single, we are now equal?" She yelled as she flung her arms everywhere. "I think fucking not!"

"I forgive you" Jon said with a nod.

She gritted her teeth. There he was, old Jon Good, at her service.

"I don't forgive you, I'll sleep with who I damn well want. I don't trust you and I certainly do not want you. Now leave" Riley shouted, even stomping her foot a little bit.

Jon stood up and pulled her close, she turned her head away from him to avoid any temptation.

"You'll be seeing me a lot more now Riles, I promise. And when you want me to, I'll be here" Jon whispered quietly "Just say jump and I'll jump"

"Yeah Renee knows that trick too right?" Riley spat "Sure say all these things and while you wait for me, you getting some from her too? I don't think so"

He squeezed her tightly and nudged his head against her own, making her turn to face him.

"I promise Riles, there will be nobody else. Nobody but you. Blue ball me forever if you want, cause I fuckin love you" He murmured. He watched a small glimmer of hope and desperation flashed through her face before it turned hard again.

"We'll see" She murmured before pulling away.