A/N: Ingrid's picture for you! :) xx

A large cup of coffee being the only thing that made me feel slightly more human, I arrived at the address the court had given me and parked my car. I took the final hot, caffeine filled mouthful of my coffee and left the cup in the holder in my car as I stepped out of the car and took a look around me. I didn't recognise this place in the light. I grabbed my bag, threw my phone in it and shut the car door, locking it with the key before throwing that into my bag too. I could already imagine it was going to take me years to find them again in this Mary Poppins bag. I headed closer to the reception and looked up at the big letters that stuck out from the pale walls. WWE Performance Centre. I stopped still and stared at the sign for a little longer, reading it a couple of times to make sure I was reading it right. WWE? Like the WWE? The people who have wrestling on TV? No way did I break into this place. They must have the address wrong. I walked into the reception and pulled out the paperwork Claudette had given me.

"Excuse me, would you be able to tell me if I'm in the right place?" I slid the paper over to her, instantly regretting it as she read through it and gave me a judging glare.

"Yes." She said shortly, turning her nose up at me. "Well, you've turned up so that's a good start. Sit there and I'll call for someone to teach you your jobs for the time being." She sighed and picked up the phone, dialling a number before talking lowly so I was unable to hear her. I knew she was probably whinging about me and telling everyone that I was the one who trashed this place. It's not like I did it on purpose! I got my phone out and saw I had a text message from my 'best friend' Eli, which I stared at for a few seconds. The court had told me I couldn't contact him, so why was he texting me? Trying to get me into more trouble? I closed the message and put my phone back in my bag just as a pair of heels stopped before me. They were black and good quality, but were obviously someone's favourite because they seemed quite worn. My gaze moved upwards, past some long legs and a slim waist up to a feminine yet stern face. This woman crossed her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Is this her, Ingrid?" She said to the lady behind the desk as if I wasn't there. I can appreciate how angry they must be but they don't have to be rude, I'm here to apologise and to sort everything out! Ingrid nodded and the woman's gaze fell back towards me.

"Can I help you?" I asked this woman as she stared down at me like a disappointed parent would to their child. I couldn't help it, my attitude and ability to speak my mind had always got me in trouble. She glanced over to Ingrid once more, this time with a look of disbelief and looked back at me with her jaw tensed.

"My name is Stephanie McMahon. You may have heard of me?" She said, a smirk curling the corners of her lips. She tapped her foot on the floor as she waited for my answer.

"Yeah, a bit." I shrugged and her jaw dropped.

"I am the Chief Branding Officer of the WWE. My father is Vince McMahon, the CEO and Chairman of this company. The company you thought you'd trash for a laugh!" She spat her words venomously at me. I smirked back at her just to annoy her. I saw her body tense but she turned her back to me. "Follow me." She began to walk off and I jumped to my feet to follow her. I went along a couple of different corridors before she dramatically pushed a set of double doors open. Her mere strength sent them swinging off the hinges and smashing into the walls either side. I followed her sheepishly as I noted at least ten people in the room she's walked me into. To the right of the room was a wrestling ring and a group of people practising, to the left was an absolute mess; a window was smashed, the glass littering the ring and the floor around it. The ropes were unravelled and cut up, making more of a mess on the torn up ring flooring. The crash mats around the ring were torn, stained and full of holes, the foam littering half the area. Was this the damage Eli and I really caused? All eyes were on us, which I assume was because Stephanie had made a sound louder than a foghorn as she entered the room and attracted everyone's attention. Not because they knew I was the one who ruined their workplace. Stephanie walked us near the group of people and stopped, turning round to give me an evil smile before she continued.

"Thank you all for being so patient while we sort out the terrible vandalism that took place a little while ago. You'll be pleased to know they caught the culprits and they went to court." Stephanie announced to the group, who cheered and grinned at each other.

"Who was it? I bet it was some low life idiot who needs to steal things to make money for their drug habit." A woman with brown hair laughed. Her twin sister looked at her a little wearily but still smiled, not wanting her sister to think she didn't find it funny.

"It's funny you should ask, Nikki." Stephanie smiled. "Because one of the culprits is right here." Stephanie grabbed my arm and pulled me forwards so I stumbled ahead of her. I looked into each one of these wrestlers eyes and sensed disappointment and anger.

"Hi." I said nervously. "I am sorry for what happened. I never meant for it to get to that."

"But it did. You've wasted a huge amount of money." Another woman said, flicking her blonde hair with pink tips out of her face.

"Too right, Nattie." Nikki nodded. "As I said, it takes a certain TYPE of person to do something like this. I'd steer well clear of her." Nikki looked me up and down with a grimace on her face as if I was dirt on her very polished floor.

"Don't worry, I steer clear of fake bitches too so I guess we won't cross paths often." I said before I could stop myself, quickly taking a step back and slapping my hand over my mouth as soon as I realised what I had said. The whole crowd sucked in sharp breaths and awaited Nikki's response.

"I wont stoop to your level, you might break into my house and steal something..." She turned away and walked back into the other ring, her sister following her quickly.

"No offence, Steph, but what the hell is she doing here?" A man with long black hair said. He had a tattoo that went from his wrist, up his arm and around his shoulder.

"She's here for community service, Roman. The Court want her to complete 200 hours of service here making up for the mess she made here." Steph said as she turned back around to me with a smile on her face. "You're going to stay here until this place is in good enough condition for people to train in. The cupboard is in the corner. You should get started now." She said quickly.

"B-but who do I report to to say I've worked well? Who do I talk to if I have any problems?" I asked, practically chasing her as she began to walk away from me.

"It appears you have a big enough mouth to protect yourself. Sign out at 4pm with Ingrid." And with that she was gone, the familiar bang of the doors sounded before they closed and shut me out of normality. I was now in a room full of wrestlers. I smiled at the group, who went back to practicing their moves in the ring as I got out my broom, dustpan and brush and headed over to the bombsite I'd created.

I brushed the final noticeable pieces of glass into a pile by the wall and let out a sigh of relief, rubbing my sleeve onto my forehead to mop away the sweat. Looking at the ring, it looked just as bad as it did when I began, but at least we could walk without fear of cutting ourselves on all this glass. As much as I hated working, it made me feel better to be fixing the problem. This was all Eli's stupid idea anyway. Why did I listen to him?
As I brought myself back into reality and out of my thoughts, I noticed the room went quiet, well it was deadly silent other than one voice shouting 'No Nikki, don't do it!'. I span round to see Nikki inches from me.

"Never talk to me like that ever again, or you'll regret it." She threatened, jabbing her finger into my shoulder. "I'm better than you in every way, you should respect me." Here it comes again...

"Respect is earnt, love, and I don't mean by the amount of guys you-" My sentence was cut short as she slapped me across the face. I held my face as I slowly looked back up to her, my blood boiling. I took a step towards her and squared up to her. "Don't ever touch me." I hissed, inches from her face. She smirked and shoved me backwards. I stumbled but kept my balance and then ran at her. We practically locked up like the beginning of a WWE match, both of us yanking at each other's clothes and hair as we stepped side to side.

"You have no idea who you're messing with. You messed with the wrong company and you most definitely messed with the wrong girl." Nikki said in a low voice as she suddenly stopped still and removed her hands from me. I instinctively let go too and held my hands up in innocence.

"Nikki, enough!" Her twin sister ran to her side and put her hand on her shoulder. "Please!" A couple of others ran towards us and my stomach dropped. What if they all jumped me? What if they were going to gang up on me because I'd ruined their job?

"Alright, Brie! As I said before, she's not worth my time." Nikki said, once again looking at me in disgust. They both turned towards the door and began to walk off, but Nikki suddenly turned back and ran at me, shoving me so hard I fell backwards onto my bum. Pain shot through my hand and I breathed in, biting my lips together as I pulled my hand up from the floor and noticed it was bleeding. Looking down to my side, I noticed the pile of glass I'd swept there only a few minutes ago. She'd planned that this whole time. She wanted me to get injured. She was going to pay for that! I went to pick a piece of the glass out of my hand when a shadow cast over me. I looked up to see a shadowed male figure standing over me, his hand outstretched.

"Hey, are you alright?"