Look, I know you guys may be angry at me for not posting on my other stories. But I've got a little writers block with them and I'm just planning how they are going to be set out and don't worry they will be up soon!

Anyway on a fresh note, I've been watching the WWE lately because my little siblings love the show. I've started watching it with them and there are some really talented wrestlers on there but I just keep seeing this one group that are just, how should I put this?

Crazy talented! I loved them from the moment I saw them and these people are known as none other than 'The Shield'. That's right people I am a Shield girl. I mainly love Dean Ambrose because he is amazing at he does and I love his finisher!

But anyway, here is a new story I'm starting and I hope you guys like it and don't be shy to give me your thoughts, good or bad. They both help me become a better writer for all you guys!

Also, I have a Wattpad account under the same name as I have on this and this story will be updated faster on there so if you want chapter two, get your cute little butt to Wattpad and check me out!

Love ya! x

Usually you would expect me to say something like, 'Oh my God! I've finally made it in the WWE!' Well sorry to disappoint you. I couldn't give a damn about that show. It's just men beating on each other. You want that you just come to my neighbour hood. You see it everywhere! It is quite fun to watch them beat on each other though and I'm on about the guys who fight on the streets and not on a padded ring. You've got to have some balls to get into a street fight. I've seen people get noses and ears ripped off before and the blood was everywhere. But they have to be careful not to get caught by police.

My brother likes to get into street fights and I'm always there cheering him on. So far all my brother has had done to him is have his arm and hand broke a couple of times. My brother is one of the best and he won't give up until the person is on the floor and refuses to get back near enough to death by blood loss.

Me on the other hand, I just do what needs to be done. I don't take shit from no one. Not even my own brother. But if either of us needs the other, we'll be there to help the other out. I couldn't fight because there isn't many female street fighters around and I just stand back and help out when I can.

"The next fight is tomorrow." Damian tells me as he pushes his bike out of the drive way with me walking beside him.

"I'm guessing I'll have to come." I sigh as I look at him and he returns my gaze.

"Afraid so." He replies and I nod my head before turning my head to look in front of me as we stop and he climbs onto his bike.

"I'll be back before the fight tomorrow." He tells me as he grabs his helmet.

"Where are you going?" I ask him as I watch him put on his helmet.

"Just to take care of something. Don't worry. Just stay in the house and don't let anyone in." He replies and I roll my eyes before crossing my arms across my chest.

"I'm not a little kid anymore Damian. I know how to look after myself." I tell him and he chuckles before kicking his bike to life.

"I'll see you later!" He shouts over the helmet and noise of the bike. He disappears up the road and I return back inside the house.

It was just me and Damian that lived here because our parents kicked us out when we were old enough to live on our own. To be honest, our parents hated us. They wouldn't give two shits if me and Damian were killed. They would continue drinking themselves to death.

Damian and I are twins and are the age of twenty-two. We both have black hair and brown eyes. Whereas I have soft facial features, he has hard facial features. I have a rounded jaw but he has a very defined solid jaw.

But enough about that. It's not like it's very important. I'm guessing you want to just get on with the story, right?

I walk up to my room and grab my jacket. Throwing it on myself and putting the hood up. I run back down stairs and take some money from my hidden money box from under the kitchen floor boards. I'm so glad that I found that place before Damian did. I get my keys and then lock the front door as I walk out of it.

I'm dressed as I would normally dress, black t-shirt, grey jacket, blue skinny jeans and black knee high converse. I love this look as it is just basically me. No, I am not going to go all girly and say how much I love clothes because if fits then I just buy.

I head down to the local bar where I would normally disappear to while Damian went out for the day.

"Running away from home again Lily?" Harrison the manager asks me as I walk up to the bar. Harrison is like a second dad sometimes. He has helped me and Damian out so many times. He also gives me a discount on the beer I get.

"Not today old man." I grin as I sit on the stall at the edge of the bar.

"What can I get you?" He asks me as he cleans a glass with a towel.

"The original whiskey you made." I reply and he chuckles as he moves to the other side of the bar to get me my drink.

I watch the door for a moment as three men walk in, but Harrison stands in front of me before I can get a good look at them.

"There you go. That'll be the normal price." He tells me and I hand him a five dollar bill and he moves to the register. I look over the bar and see the three men that had walked in.

The one to the left had long black hair that was put back out of his face, he wore a tank top and I could see the tattoo that ran all up his arm. The one on the right had two-toned hair, blonde and black and had it the same way as the black haired man. He wore a black soldier cap and a white shirt under a leather black jacket. The one in the middle had short dirty blonde hair but it still managed to cover his eyes. He was wearing a black jacket and I couldn't tell what either of the three were wearing for their leg wear.

Harrison went over to them and took their order. As he walked to my side of the bar. The three men look over at me and I frown at them. The two to the sides turn around but one the middle one just winks at me. I turn my head away from them and just drink my whiskey.

Some people wouldn't think a woman like me would drink whiskey but trust me. You have never tried Harrison's homemade whiskey to judge. I try to finish my drink as quick as I can to get out of here. I don't know why but I'm just getting a bad feeling with those three in here.

I put the empty glass down and look over at the three to see them all talking and not paying any more attention on me.

"I'll see you later Harrison!" I call as I leave and then I return home to sleep. Because I only just realise how late it actually is.