Disclaimer: As usual, Alexa Bliss inspired this story, but was not factually involved in these fictional events. I make no money on these.
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After last night's storm, and my efforts to calm Alexa, we both slept fairly well and were ready for her to get back to work at the performance center/Thunder Dome.
I tossed on my WWE security shirt that I had to wear as a WWE employee, and subcontracted to Alexa.
Alexa wore a simple black tank top, leather jacket, and black leggings. She was definitely a simple dresser, but she could make a burlap sack look sexy.
"Ready to go?" Alexa asked as she hoisted her gym bag onto her shoulder.
"Sure am," I said as I popped a piece of gum into my mouth. She held out her hand with a winning smile on her face, and I had to give her a stick as well.
"So this is why your kisses are so minty fresh," Alexa said and we both laughed.
I checked my jacket pocket and felt my speed loader for my revolver, and I felt better. I don't always carry if I'm on my own, but I want Alexa to be as protected as I can possibly offer.
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After a short drive, I parked exactly where I had the first night I met Alexa. This was just a training day and not a house show, so staying with Alexa was my one job.
I walked through the guts of the building with her and waited patiently by the door while Alexa changed.
Not far in after Alexa, was Becky Lynch behind us.
"Who are you, eh?" Becky asked in her thick, Irish accent. Hearing her speak now told me that her accent was indeed real, but also turned up on the camera.
"My name's Wayne. I'm a new security guard," I answered simply.
"Yeah? Which star did you get assigned to? Reigns? Orton?" Lynch guessed.
"Alexa Bliss," I stated plainly, staying completely neutral, trying not to tip any inkling Becky might be entertaining.
She studied my face, gauging for anything I might slip. She then leaned in, damn close. "If you hurt me friend, I'll kill ya meself, yeah?"
"I'm here to protect her. That's it," I said, confidently meeting her gaze.
"Good. Keep an eye on her. Lexi's special to us, ya hear?"
"Yes ma'am," I said, nodding. Though threatened, quite literally, I was happy to know Alexa had friends who were so protective of her.
Alexa came out in her ring gear not too long after. "Hey there," she said with a smile. "Care to walk me to the ring?" she asked, grin on her face.
I stuffed my hands in my pockets without really thinking about it. "Should we? I think we should keep it professional here, don't you?"
Alexa chewed her lip a moment and sighed. "I guess you're right. You'll still walk down with me, though, right? Even if we don't lock arms or go hand-in-hand?"
"Well of course," I said, leading the way. "I'm still here to protect you."
When we got to the ramp, I saw a lone Finn Balor shadow boxing in the ring. He stopped and waved when he heard Alexa and I coming down.
"Morning, Ms. Bliss," Finn said with a smile, holding up the top rope and pressing a foot on the bottom. "Who's the meat?" he asked, sharp eyes trained on me.
"Morning, Finn. This is our new security guy, Wayne. I've tapped him as my bodyguard, you know with the way things are with the string of stalkings."
"Yeah? How have you been with all that?" Finn asked as he and Alexa squared up. Finn almost a foot on her, but they were professionals who were easily able to engage in light contact boxing.
Finn was obviously going easy on her, but Bliss was obviously putting in effort.
It wasn't long before Becky Lynch joined the ring, and that allowed Alexa and Lynch to pair up.
"Eh, Wayne," Finn said, grabbing my attention. "You wouldn't mind stepping in, would you?"
"I guess not. As long as you take it easy on me," I said, only half joking.
"You'll be fine," Balor assured me as I stepped between the ropes. "I'm a showman, but you're a killer," he said, eying my shoulder rig as I took off my jacket and hung it over a turnbuckle.
"I've never actually killed anyone," I said as we touched knuckles. "Thank God for that, too," I chuckled and Finn said amen.
