Title: A Broken Shield
Rating: PG
Warnings: Violence and curse words
summary: The Shield has fallen apart leaving the two remaining members to deal with both the Wyatts and the New Evolution.
Author's note: This is a sequel to Believe in Evolution and Revenge of the Wyatts. This starts where Revenge of the Wyatts ended.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize.

Dean Ambrose still could not believe what he was seeing. It confirmed everything he thought. Seth had joined the Wyatt family. He wanted to go into the ring but there were too many security guards standing between him and the ring. If it wasn't for the crutches, he would have pushed past all of them.

Roman fought his way out of Harper's grasp and entered the ring. Bray's grin grew wider as Seth and Roman stood only inches apart.

"Are we seeing the end of the Shield?" Michael Cole asked. Ambrose ignored him.

"You got something to say Roman," Bray asked offering him a mic. Roman didn't take it. "Seth?" He asked offering him the mic. Seth took it.

Seth looked over at Dean before turning back to face Roman. "Bray has shown me the error in my ways," he said, "I am now a Wyatt." He held up his fist. "This is no longer the symbol of excellence. This is," he said before diving at Roman. Soon all of the Wyatts were in the ring attacking Roman.

Ambrose tried to push past the security guards even going as far as threatening to hit them with his crutches. He had just gotten to the ring steps when Bray hit Roman with Sister Abigail. Bray looked down at Ambrose. "This is the end Dean."

The lights went out.

At his home in Las Vegas, Ambrose hit stop on his DVR. No matter how many times he watched it, nothing changed.

Vince had insisted he take some time off until they had things sorted out in WWE. Orton and Batista showed Vince they had valid contracts signed by Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley. Vince said he was going to contest those contracts.

Ambrose hadn't seen or heard from anyone in the WWE since that RAW in Montreal almost three weeks ago. He was leaving for Battleground in a couple of days. He was done with doing nothing.

At Battleground, Roman would be teaming with Antonio Cesaro against Seth Rollins and Luke Harper to determine who would be the tag team champions as the current tag team champions were Roman and Seth who for obvious reasons were not able to work together. Dean would be returning to commentary.

Roman had reluctantly accepted Cesaro as a tag partner after Paul Heyman came to him saying that Cesaro would be happy to help him take down Orton and Batista. Roman still thought it was a bad idea.

Ambrose couldn't help but think about how he was originally supposed to make his return to the ring at Battleground but a 'spar' with Bo Dallas at NX changed the plans when his ankle was broken again. Bo and JBL, who was supposedly behind it, were both fired from the WWE.

His phone stared to ring. "Hello?" He answered.

"It's me," Roman said, "are you still coming to Battleground."

"Yep," Ambrose said, "seems like the perfect name for the PPV. Are you and Cesaro ready for the match?"

"As ready as we'll ever be I guess." There was a long pause. "Has Seth tried contacting you?" He asked.

"No," Dean lied." Seth had left him a voice mail but he had deleted it without listening to it. "Has he tried contacting you?"

"He sent me a text," Roman said. "But it didn't make any sense. Something Bray would say. Might have been Bray that sent the text." There was another pause. "Vince wanted me to call you. He wants both of us at Titan tomorrow. Think he said he'd have his secretary email us the flight information."

Dean sighed. "That can't be good," he said, "You think it's going to be about Orton and Batista?"

"Probably," Roman said. "I know he's been trying to remove them from the WWE but Stephanie has been blocking his attempts."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Dean asked. There was a knock on the door. "I've got to go." See you tomorrow." He said and disconnected.

He hobbled to the front door and looked through the peephole but couldn't see anything. It was as if the peephole was being covered. Every part of him was telling him not to open the door.

"Who is it," he demanded.

There was a chuckle. "Just open the door Ambrose," the person answered.

Ambrose knew who it was. Orton. "No. What do you want?"

"Just to talk. You know we haven't had a chance to talk since that hockey game. Thought we'd catch up."

"I'm busy. Maybe we can catch up at Battleground."

"Don't make us break down the door." Batista said.

"Hey!" A new voice called. "What's going on out here?"

"Nothing," Orton said. "We are just here to see our good friend Dean Ambrose."

"Well I suggest you leave before I call the cops! Mr. Good said he doesn't want you here so you are trespassing."

Dean opened the door finally ready to hit either of them with a crutch. "I'd do what he says," he said to Orton. "His uncle works for the police department and they'll be here quick." He flashed them a wide smile.

"Fine," Orton said backing d\own. See you at Battleground." They left.

"Thanks," he said to his neighbor.

"No problem," he answered. "We've all got to watch out for each other.

Ambrose went back into his apartment wishing he hadn't panicked. He really wished things would go back to the way they had been before Triple H decided he wanted him to join Evolution.