Nobody had been expecting them to come out when they did. It had been in the middle of some Ambrose- Styles match. Even she didn't know what it was for this time. She led the way, a loud whoop of 'come on boys!' Sounding over their entrance music as she bolted down, swinging her wooden hockey stick manically against any metal on her way down to show off how solid the weapon was. She was in her trusty Ottowa Senators jersey, a decision that had been hard fought about her keeping when she'd joined NXT and now the WWE, ripped black jeans and knee high black boots. The jersey had originally meant to be one with their logo on it when they'd first started out but after a mix up in shipping she'd had no other choice but to grab the closest jersey and it had stuck. Her brothers were slower behind her but fast and steady in their approach, masks similar to hers but darker covering their faces, flannel shirts with their logo on the backs on along with jeans and clearly heavy boots. She rounded the ring first, snatching a mic from the ref who'd just taken them and jumped up, leaning forward on the top rope with a big grin on her face under her white but scratched and chipped old timey hockey mask. "Hi!" There were screams from those in the crowds who recognised them. A lot of boos as well. Good. "Sorry, I just didn't wanna have to sit through another Ambrose - Styles crapfest where you both do your whole 'I'm better' no 'I'm better' argument. If it's any consolation guys I think you're just as bad as each other."
"And who..." Dean swivelled his head between her and her brothers, looking completely disinterested "might you be?"
"I'm the Puck. Those are my brothers. And my actual brothers, none of this Wyatt family 'spiritually bonded' bull that Smackdown's been having go on. But most people just call us the Black Puck Nooses." Screams and boos picked up again as people recognised the name and she giggled slightly "see, they know who we are."
"Nah, never heard of you." Dean shrugged then looked to AJ, asking quickly "have you?" AJ didn't even get a chance to answer before Dean was turning away again to face her "he ain't ever heard of you."
"That's too bad, for you." Her head tilted as she looked to her brothers then she leaned back, spreading one arm open with the hockey stick while the other lifted the mic high up and she tilted her head back to yell into it "have at'em boys!" At once the three had climbed into the ring, one on every side that she wasn't at, forcing the two men inside to end up practically back to back as the 6ft 7 Canadians closed in on them. "Work together, don't work together. Either way, neither of you are leaving this ring a winner tonight." She moved as she talked, hopping up to sit on the turnbuckle, leaning forward on it to watch the fight, the mic on her lap and her hockey stick held next to her, swinging slightly.
AJ was grabbed first, Tyler almost immediately flipping him over his head and Noah was ready to drop his knee into his head once he was down. Dean and Malcolm had stared each other down for a few moments before Dean's hand lashed out in the most hilarious of bitch slaps in her opinion before he tried to run. She definitely laughed then, watching as Malcolm reached out, easily grabbing the man at his waist and tugging hard to send him over his head and onto the ground before getting almost robotically back to his feet to go in for another attack.
She stayed relatively out of it for the most part, occasionally shouting out instructions to her brothers. She did start to bristle though when Ambrose refused to be beat. Styles was lying limp in Noah's headlock, the same brother who was raising an eyebrow at Dean who was crawling across the floor in a sad attempt to continue his fight. Malcolm picked him up, setting him on his feet before a hard right hook sent him stumbling into the corner with her. She'd grinned, the mic being tossed to Tyler whilst her stick was brought up and sat under his chin and pulled tight, effectively choking the already pretty out of it superstar. The crowds starting booing but she just laughed at the sound, noting with a pleased nod how Malcolm backed off to let her handle this. She felt Ambrose struggle against her and next thing she knew she was going up over his head and she hit the floor with a thump and Ambrose dropped to his knees in order to catch his breath, holding his neck. The crowds all perked up, the screams and shocked sounds over her being thrown into the ring like that being heard. She got to her feet slowly, eyes alight with anger over him getting out of her choker hold like that. She grabbed Tyler's wrist, lifting the mic up to her mouth as she glared between the three of them "get AJ and get out of the ring. This is my fight now." She shoved his arm back and without question the three of them backed away from her and all climbed out of the ring, Noah dragging Styles's near enough unconscious body out with him.
"I'm not gonna fight you sweetheart."
"I don't care what you want, Dean." She snapped as he wheezed out sarcastically to her, still barely standing as he leaned against the turnbuckle "and don't call me sweetheart. Of course you're one of those assholes. This isn't even gonna really be a fight. I'm just gonna give you repeated blows to the head with this blunt instrument until they're taking you out on a stretcher."
"Oh goodey." He muttered just as sarcastically, struggling to pull himself to his feet just as she raised the stick back over her head, preparing for the first swing with an excited grin only for music to start up and she turned as Shane McMahon came storming out, shouting into the mic in his hand as he raced down the ramp.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? This isn't your match, I don't even know what you thought you were going to accomplish here. I cannot let you fight Dean Ambrose. We don't do that kind of thing in the WWE. Your brothers here are bad enough but I won't have you getting involved in these matches as well. You can talk for them but then you get out of the ring and you stay out."
She glared at him, the stick lowering to drag across the floor of the ring until she was nearly face to face with him, speaking into his mic. "I want a fight."
"Then I'll get you a fight, later tonight with our woman's champion Becky Lynch-"
"No." she grabbed the mic from him, her head tilting dangerously "I want a match with him." She pointed to where Ambrose was standing shakily holding onto the ropes inside the ring.
"I'm not giving you that Puck. No."
"Oh I'll have that match. Whether you like it or not. Boss." She spat out that word, dropping the mic to the floor between them before she backed up, looking to her brothers who all tilted their heads to the left to stare at Shane in synch with each other.
"I'm gonna need you to let AJ Styles go." McMahon had reached down to pick up the mic and was now pointing to Noah who still was holding Styles in a tight headlock. He was ignored, the man unmoving and Shane faltered for a moment "drop him." Again he was met with an unmoving silence so he looked to her "make him drop AJ Styles, right now." She rolled her eyes, letting out a dramatic sigh before she waved a hand dismissively towards the brother who instantly let the man drop harshly to the floor. "Thank you."
"I'm having that match, boss, just you wait and see." She yelled to him as she swung her stick up over her shoulders and started to make her way up the ramp, her brothers following her after her call of "come on boys!"