23 |Dean Ambrose|

/17\ (Dylan)

I walk into the Shields locker room, nobody there yet.

I sigh in happiness, flopping onto the couch. I close my eyes, just dozing off.

Then, the door swings open, the boys walking in.

I open one eye, then close it, sitting up.

"Hi Dylan." Roman says, flopping beside me. I stand up, grabbing my duffel bag, walking to the restroom.

I change quickly, putting on a black tank top, white wash high wasted shorts, and some combat boots.

I do a quick winged eyeliner, put on some mascara, and a bit of light pink lipstick.

Then, i put my hair in a neat looking too bun, and instead of my leather jacket, i put on my Letterman jacket from high school.

Hey, cheerleaders and volleyball players got leather man jackets too.

I walk out and go to a corner, plugging my phone in.

"Hey, Dylan, can we talk?" Dean says from behind me.

I look up at him. "Not right now, i need to go get something to eat."

I stand up and walk out, heading to catering.

"Aw, Dylan!" A stage manger says, running over. I look over and smile sweetly. "Yes?"

"You have a match against Alicia. Next."

I nod as he walks off. I make my way to the gorilla, excited.

I smile as the tech guy looks at me. "The Shields Music?" He asks.

"Hell no." I say, then blush. "I mean, can i please have Ignorance by Paramore?"

He smiles and goes tapping away. "We actually have rights to that, so yes, yes you can."

I smile as my music starts and i walk out, smiling.

I head to the ring, a smile on my lips.

"And, from Chicago, Illinois (right? i don't really pay attention to states and stuff) Dylan!" Lillian says, people cheering.

Alicia looks at me from inside the ring as i climb in, taking off my jacket and setting it in my corner.

I turn around to be met with a slap.

Oh, it's on.