A/N: This story is an idea I had spinning around in my head for a little while. So I sat down yesterday and just started brainstorming and so this is what I came up with. Also as for the summary I thought I'd be a little different and make it into some sort of movie trailer type thing. Anyways I hope you guys like the story and I hope you enjoy it.

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"They're rude arrogant assholes." She said trying to convince her dad to change his mind. "You can find somebody more qualified. More worthy of our presence."

"You're better than them. They are holding you back." She said to her boyfriend convincing him it was time to break apart from the guys. "It's your time baby."

With a nod he was now convinced he had to move on to greater things.

"You're a sell out." He said looking at his former friend and partner.

"No. I bought in." He bit back. "Now I have a wedding to attend."

"Yeah. Go be with your rich snot nose, stuck up mother fucking family." He heatedly replied, "It's the only place that you will ever fit in. You all are fucking sellouts."

Bought In

Chapter 1

Brielle Helmsley, I'm sure you can guess who she is by looking at the name right? Yes, she is the twenty-one year old daughter of Hunter Helmsley and Stephanie McMahon. She is a part-time diva and manager when a superstar or faction needs it. She also studies under her mom and dad, learning the ropes of how to run the company. Her parents have already told her that they will be leaving WWE to her once they are done. There was no doubt that she wouldn't be able to handle the hard work that followed suit because she had the bitchy authoritative attitude to do it.

Brielle was pretty much Stephanie McMahon. She looked like her mother's twin. She even had her mother's attitude. If you didn't know any better you would think that Stephanie cloned a younger version of herself. She was the spitting image of her mother, and just like her mother people really didn't care for her because of how she acted, and usually the feeling was mutual. She didn't have any friends in the company and quite honestly she didn't really care either. She was just there to do her job and help out when she could which is what she was doing at this very moment.

"Dad, you got to be joking, right? These guys?" She asked as she slowly turned slightly to her left to face the three men who call themselves the hounds of justice, The Shield. Waiting for her dad to answer her question she looked over each man before turning back to face the cerebral assassin.

"What's up sweetheart?" Dean asked taking a step forward from his position between his two partners. Seth to his right and Roman to his left. He gave the twenty-one year old Stephanie look-a-like a sarcastic smile, "You like what you see?" He asked is time of voice snarky as he looked at his two brothers who smiled at his statement.

Brielle turned her attention back to Dean as she curled her lips in disgust, "You're kidding me right?" She asked, "You're trash and you're disgusting." She stated not taking her eyes away from Dean for a good minute until she turned her attention to the other two members looking them over. "All of you."

"I don't think you realize who you're talking to, baby girl." Roman spoke up looking over at the young brunette.

With a sigh and a roll of her eyes she replied, "I certainly wasn't talking to you."

"Ooo" Seth chimed in. "A bit mouthy aren't ya?"

Dean smiled, "So much like her mother." He said shaking his head, "A pretty face but a huge bitch."

"Enough." Hunter finally spoke up as he looked at all four people standing before him, "Brie, no I'm not joking. I have hired these guys as body guards."

"But dad you could find someone else." She said, "Someone more qualified. Someone more worthy of being in our presence not some common garbage off the street." She continued, doing what she could to change her dad's mind. She hated the three of them and there was no doubt that they felt the same way towards her and she could careless. They were rude arrogant assholes and she couldn't stand them.

Like who, Brielle?" The cerebral assassin asked his daughter his voice slightly raised. He was beginning to grow impatient now. Tired of hearing her continuous nagging.

She shrugged and shook her head, "I dunno Randy Orton and Batista maybe. Hell Hornswoggle and El Torito are a better choice than these guys."

Hunter rolled his eyes, "No." He told her. "And this closes our discussion." He said turning to walk away before stopping and turning back to his newly hired bodyguards. "Guys, I'll be seeing you around." He nodded giving the three men a respectful smile before looking back down at his daughter, "And as for you." He said, "This hate that you got going on towards these guys needs to stop because you better get used to working with them because you four will be working very close together for the next weeks and months to come." And with that he turned around and started walking down the hall.

"But dad." She called out to him as he continued down the hall.

"No Brie." He called back not stopping to look back at her.

Dean smiled again as she turned to look at the three of them again, "See you around sweetheart." He said as he and his partners turned around started down the opposite side of the hallway leaving Brielle alone to take in everything her dad just said as the camera finally shut off ending the backstage scene being filmed.

As the weeks past by Brie's on-screen relationship with the hounds of justice had grown. She helped Dean capture the US championship and tonight helped Seth and Roman get the tag team championship, but behind the scenes it was still pretty rough.

Brielle stepped from behind the curtain with the newly crowned tag-team champions with Dean bringing in the rear. Hunter smiled as he saw the four of them walking his way. Once in hearing range he spoke up, "Seth and Brie can I speak to the both of you in my office please?" He asked still smiling. The two of them exchanged uncomfortable glances before breaking off from the other two men.

"What the hell is he planning?" Dean asked watching as Seth and Brie walked into his office.

Roman shook his head as the cerebral assassin closed the door behind his office guests. "I dunno, but I've got a bad feeling about what's about to be discussed."

Dean nodded, "You feel it too, huh?"

"Yeah." Roman agreed. "Let's just get changed and we'll talk to Seth about it over a few drinks when we get back to the hotel."

"Yeah." Dean agreed as the two of them walked towards the locker room.