Takes place after the occurrences on the WWE app, 21/3/14.

Seth yelled out in sheer frustration. They'd been had. Trapped like mice. The other three teams, in their four-way match, were in on it and he hadn't seen it coming. Beaten down by ten men. They'd been psyched for this. He and Dean had been given an opportunity to get the tag team division back under Shield rule but, it was just a trick. Kane's calculated, dirty trick. He jumped out through the ropes and slammed his hands on the apron.

"Dammit!" he growled, looking up at Dean and Roman who were still up in the ring. He made sure the other two were alright and made back for the locker-room area.

Roman helped Dean up off the mat, steadying him in his grip. "Can you walk?" he quietly asked him, arm tucked around his shoulders, catching him favouring his ribs from out of the corner of his eye.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I'm good." he grumbled, eyes fixed in a hot stare. He rolled out of the ring, following Seth out, Roman hot on his heels.

When Seth made it behind the curtain out of view, and earshot, of the crowd, he barked out a loud. "Shit!"

Dean soon joined him. "Those assholes are going to pay so hard, they won't know what hit them!" he roared, kicking a crate.

Roman sat up on one of the packing crates and ran his hands through his hair, expression imbued with stoic anger. He watched Dean and Seth vent their frustrations on various pieces of backstage equipment with empathy, tying his ever lengthening hair back out of his face.

The two younger men appeared to calm down a little, Seth silently raking his hands through his hair, Dean seething and cursing under his breath. They were all hurt, disappointed and pissed off. Seth most of all, Roman reasoned, judging by the amount of hair tugging he was doing.

"How the hell did I not see this?" Seth ranted, slamming his hands against the wall. "Why didn't I see that the match was a goddamn trap and tell Kane where to stick it?!" He groaned, beating the wall. "Fuck, man... he's got us."

"He has not got us!" Dean yelled, into the air but, not at Seth. "Not at all!" he slumped against the wall, next to his two toned Shield brother and grabbed his shoulder. "Monday night comes, he's ours, the Outlaws are ours. We show him, once and for all, that you don't put The Shield down that easily! We might be down but, we ain't out. No sir."

Seth nodded, somewhat maniacally, in agreement. "That's right!"

Backstage reporter Tom Phillips had caught up with them for a segment to air on the Smackdown post-show, just a few minutes afterwards. Dean was clutching his side, groaning in pain. Seth was getting angry again and Roman had just stood up from his seat on the crate. He'd been silent up to now but, he'd had just about enough.

"Monday night, we find out." he stated, deep and gruff. "But, whoever it was, they made a mistake. They didn't finish the job..." he looked between Dean, Seth and Tom before turning his attention to the camera with a deep, intense glare. "But we will!"

The three of them turned on their heels and stomped off to their shared locker-room. "The quicker Monday night comes, the happier I'll be." Roman growled, shutting the door behind them, slumping down on a bench.

"Yeah, we exact our revenge and get back to doing what we do." Dean agreed in a somewhat calmer tone, as he rooted through his kit bag.

Seth sat in the corner. "Exactly." he smirked, cracking his knuckles idly.
"It's all going to be fine, Seth. I promise." Roman got up and settled next to him, an arm wrapped around his shoulder. "Don't worry about a thing."