WWE MC Raw
BY: WicForever
A/N: This is set in an Alternate Universe. All Superstars from WWE are the characters they play and are not owned by me. No real names (save Vince McMahon and Stephanie McMahon due to how they are on the shows) are used. Only original characters I create are owned by me.
Potential for multiple "books" the first one focusing more on Raw, the second on Smackdown to introduce key players and story lines. Ultimately this is various romances rolled up into the MC world.
Chapter 1
Bayley sighed as she emerged from the causeway leading from the plane to the gate in Austin-Bergstrom International Airport having just arrived from Chicago. She had been able to avoid all of this for 25 years of her life, and now she is being dragged in. Well...sort of dragged in. More like he her father and stepmother were pulling her in. Stating it was for her protection. To her knowledge she was a surprise, and her parents decided that it was best if she was raised by her mom. Her father loved her, she knew that. He always made sure that she had what she needed and made it a point to visit her a few times a year, but this was something she never planned on.
The brunette grabbed her carry-on and made her way to baggage claim and waited just a few moments before the whirring of the belt started up and luggage start coming around the twisting path. She saw her two larger cases coming down, and stepped grabbing the first, then the second one. Attaching her carry-on to one of the bigger ones, she stepped out into the warm late March day searching for...she wasn't even sure who was picking her up. Taking a moment, she put her purse between her legs and shrugged out of her jacket noting the difference in weather in Austin compared to Chicago.
"Bayley?" a feminine voice asked coming from the young woman's right. Turning, Bayley saw a woman who looked to be close-ish in age to her. Deep auburn waves fell over the other woman's shoulders, bright blue eyes, looked back at Bayley's own hazel eyes. Looking over the outfit she wore, plain white tank top, black jean shorts, and strappy sandals on her feet. With a nod the woman continued. "Hi, I'm Skie. I was sent to pick you up. Let's get you in the car and head out."
Bayley gave a small smile to Skie and nodded again grabbing her luggage and following the redhead to the Chevy Tahoe that was sitting with the flashers on. After loading the luggage in the back, they climbed in and set off to head to where her father was.
While Skie was picking up Bayley, about thirty miles away in Rockton, a small town that generally doesn't garner much attention, one of its most notorious residence is holding a small meeting in the back of a building that would remind one of one of those lodges that require membership.
"She will be here within an hour. That's where you three come in." The man's long blonde hair was pulled back at the nape of his neck into a ponytail that rested over center of his broad back. "You three are my most trusted, however Seth, most of the responsibility is going to fall to you. Roman and Dean, I still expect you both to help."
Seth's hazelnut eyes met the blue-gray eyes of their leader, their boss if you will. Giving a nod but remained silent knowing there was going to be more. The other two men by his side, Dean and Roman, his brothers on many levels except biological, also nodded, but like Seth remained silent.
"I need her protected twenty-four hours. My home would be too obvious, so for that reason she will be staying with you. If you hurt her, you are dead. That's my only warning." Pausing to catch his breath, the fair haired, well muscled man continued. "Keep in mind her mother is missing, she knows this but doesn't know why. More than likely, she is dead. UFC has no self control, and have been trying to get to me for years. Get to all of us. Going after the mother was a warning, and their threat to harm Bayley, or worse, is a way to get to me, to defeat me, and I will NOT allow that to happen. One more thing, she doesn't know what we are all about. I want to try to keep it that way for as long as possible. Are we all understood?"
Again the three men nodded their head before they were dismissed. Once they stepped out of the room and shut the door behind them, Seth ran his fingers through his long, loose, chestnut locks blowing out a stream of air from between his lips. He thought about the threats they all have been given in a general broad sense, except Ember and Becky. They have been directly threatened by the UFC as well. Wanted by them for their power, and ability, and it didn't hurt that both were very attractive. Seth began wondering what his boss' daughter looked like.
As the three men stepped out into the sunlight, a fourth man, tall, with long brown hair, stepped up. "Eh fella's, how's the day shakin down so far?" his deep voice laced with a semi-thick Scottish accent.
"Hey there Drew, shaping up to be a busy one. Looks like you put in a bit of a workout there." Roman replied, grasping Drew's hand, shaking it. He took note of the excessive perspiration coming off the Scottish man's forehead.
"Aye, just because I have been accepted with you lot, doesn't mean I get to start bein soft." Drew chuckled, his dimples making an appearance. The other three men chuckled along with me nodding in understanding.
"I don't think anyone would ever describe you as soft man." Seth replied, then with a quick glance at his brothers, and the slightest nod from each of them, Seth spoke up yet again. "C'mon Drew, we all need to head to the house and get things ready. We'll fill you in. Tomorrow you will be officially become the newest enforcer. And if we know H the way we do, you will be added to this assignment."
The enforcers, more commonly referred to as The Shield because it's what they do, are the main protectors of RAW division of the WWE MC. The are protection, but also the best at bringing justice by ANY means necessary.