Hey guys, what's up? I decided to try something new. I don't think anyone has done a story like this, and if someone has...well...oh well. Anyway! Enjoy!

Triple H and Randy Orton came walking down the ramp, Hunter's shoulder adorned with his trademark sledgehammer. They stopped near the ring, a huge smirk on their faces. Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose, and Roman Reigns glared back at them.

Triple H slowly raised the mic to his lips. "In case you haven't figured it out yet, what I do better than anybody, is adapt. Last night was Plan A. Tonight…" Triple H looked at the sledgehammer and twirled it. He chuckled to himself. "'Plan B.' There's always a Plan B."

Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose exchanged a glance before stepping forward. Seth's hand gripped tighter on the chair.

I gotta do what's best for me.

His heart began to beat out of his chest as Roman glanced back at him, murder in his eyes. He tilted his head towards Randy and Hunter, telling Seth to step up.

Seth gulped.

They are not my brothers.

Dean's staring right at him now. He yelled "Come on!" before turning around, pacing back and forth like a caged animal.

I gotta do it.

Seth drew back as far as he could, ready to swing.

"NO!" yelled a guy in the audience.

BANG!

"AAAAHHHHH!" Seth screamed as the chair he swung came colliding into his face. Seth's hands shot to his face as he thrashed around the ring in pain.

"You motherfucker!" Dean shouted, basically foaming at the mouth.

What the fuck? Seth thought to himself.

Roman bench-pressed him. punching him over and over. Seth started to block his thrashes.

"Get the fuck off of me!" Seth yelled.

Roman punched him hard, blood starting to trickle out of Seth's mouth.

"You tried to betray us!" he yelled back.

The crowd was going crazy, chanting "YES, YES, YES!"

Dean quickly turned and glared at Randy and Hunter.

"You did this!" Dean hopped up to the top turnbuckle and tossed himself onto Triple H and Randy, punching and kicking the entire way down.

Randy wiggled his way out of the pile of fists. "Come here!" he said, grabbing Dean by the neck and raising him to his feet. Randy slapped his back hard and DDT'd him right into the mat.

Triple H picked himself up, wiping his lip and picking back up his sledgehammer. Randy rushed to Hunter's side as they made their way backstage.

Dean had his hand gripping the barricade while the other rubbed his forehead.

The crowd got louder as they chanted 'YES, YES, YES!' at the top of their lungs.

"What the hell just happened?" JBL asked. "I believe that Seth Rollins was trying to break away from the Shield." Michael Cole answered.

"No, I think Seth Rollins was trying to break UP the Shield!" Jerry added.

"Dean Ambrose has entered the ring now and he does not look happy, John."

"The man's a lunatic! He always looks like that, Maggle!"

Dean went to the ropes and yelled for a microphone, a few 'fucks' thrown in. Roman stood over Seth, chair in hand, shaking his head and muttering "You shouldn't have done that, Seth. That was a stupid idea." Seth was on his stomach.

Dean held the mic in his hand, glaring at Seth as he muttered curses under his breath. He stomped hard on his back, repeatedly, making Seth Rollins howl out in pain.

"What the HELL were you trying to do, Seth?!" Dean stomped more on his back. "Huh?!" Dean stomped on him some more. He stomped really hard on his back then grinded his foot into his back, squating low to his face. "WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO DO, SETH ROLLINS?!" Dean put the mic to Seth's lips, lifting his head up by his hair.

Seth opened his mouth that was red with blood only to utter complete nonsense before his head hit the mat again from Dean throwing it down. Dean moved away as Roman raised the chair high above his head before slamming it down on Seth's back.

"AAHH-AH-AAHHH!" Seth cried out as his body twitched.

Roman slammed the chair over and over and over again until it was completely bent. He threw it out of the ring. He grabbed Seth's vest and ripped it off.

"Dean Ambrose has rolled out of the ring now, searching underneath the ring." Michael Cole reported. "Uh-oh! He found a kendo stick!" Jerry exclaimed. "Get that thing away from him!" JBL shouted.

Roman stepped outside the ring and stood on the stairs near the corner turnbuckle, dragging Seth along with him on the inside. He propped Seth up in the corner and held his arms behind his back against the pole. Seth stood limp, blood from his mouth trailing down his bare chest. Women in the audience swooned at the sight.

Dean rolled back into the ring and held the kendo stick high in the air. "Who wants me to teach Seth Rollins a very important lesson about trying to betray the Shield?" The audience went crazy, jumping up and down. The time keeper looked around nervously. The show had gone way over their time slot. He threw the mic to the side and twirled the kendo stick as he walked towards Seth. Dean tapped the kendo on his shoulder before shrugging. He drew his arms all the way back and slammed the kendo stick against Seth's chest. Seth howled in agony. Dean swung again and again, the crowd chanting 'YES!' every time the stick made contact with his skin. Soon, his skin was bright red and full of splinters. Dean swung one last time, cracking the kendo stick in half against Seth's chest.

Seth gritted his teeth as he was drenched in sweat from all the agony. Roman Reigns released Seth's arms and let his body drop to the mat, a big smirk on his face.

"Roman Reigns entering the ring now." "What more could they possibly do to him?" "We gotta stop this!"

Dean grabbed a bunch of Seth's hair and pulled him up to his feet. Roman stood at the opposite end of the ring against the ropes. He held onto the ropes, lunging his body forward and stretching his mouth. He stood up and threw his arms back, doing his traditional roar.

"OOOOaaahhhh~!"

Dean pushed Seth towards Roman.

"SPEAR! SPEAR!" Michael Cole shouted. The crowd went berserk, screaming and shouting all over the place. Seth was flat out in the ring, his face scrunched up in agony. Dean grabbed Seth's hair again.

"You're not done yet, ya fuck!"

Roman went to the other side of the ring and held onto the ropes again. He roared once again and Dean pushed Seth into him.

"Another spear! I don't think Seth Rollins can take much more of this!" King yelled. "Get security out here! These guys need to be stopped!"

Roman shouted "Again!" as he went to the other side of the ring. Dean lifted Seth and threw him one last time.

"OH MY GOD!" King yelped.

A flood of security guards came running from backstage. The entire arena began to boo. Dean and Roman quickly rolled out of the ring and ran into the crowd, heading back up the stairs as they looked back at their handiwork, huge smiles on their faces.

3 doctors entered the ring, checking Seth Rollins over. He wasn't moving at all and his breathing was shallow.

Dean and Roman were smiling and laughing. "We're not done with you, Seth!" Dean shouted. "Not by a long shot!" Roman added.

THE NEXT DAY

Seth Rollins slowly raised his body off the mattress as he tried to sit up in his hotel room. He was sore everywhere and swollen. The trainers said he wouldn't be in action until Smackdown next week, most likely. But that wasn't the main thing that was bothering Seth. It was the guys in the other rooms. The WWE booked them a room together as "the Shield" therefore they got a three room suite for them at the hotel.

And awkward didn't even begin to describe the situstion.

When Seth fully sat up, Dean was sitting backwards in a chair, his chin resting on his arms. His brown hair was mess and he was still in his pajamas. Seth looked to his right to see Roman standing in his doorway, arms crossed and his hair down. He too was still in his pajamas. Both of them were obviously pissed. Seth groaned in pain before laying back down.

"Shouldn't you guys be heading out for Smackdown?"

"We got some 'time off' for our actions on Raw. Apparently they weren't 'PG'." Dean said, using air quotes.

"We'll be back next week most likely." Roman chimed in.

"Ah…" was Seth's only response.

"Colby, what were you doing?" Dean finally asked, nibbling on his nail.

Seth flinched slightly. They never really used their first names together unless they were being serious.

"What are you talking about, Jon-" Seth began.

"Don't fuck with us, Colby." Roman said.

"Look, I thought it would be a good way for me to start my solo career. So I talked about it with Paul and he agreed with me."

"So you talk it over with Paul and not with your partners, Colby?" Dean asked. "You don't even clear it with us? Really?"

"Look, Jon, I'm sorry for not telling you and Joe, I'm sorry for swinging that chair at you. It had to be done."

"Apologizing ain't gonna get you anything, Colby. You're gonna have to pay for what you did...the hard way." Roman said, laughing slightly.

Seth winced as he shifted in bed. "I think I'm paying for it already."

"Nah, that was only the first layer of your Hell, man." Dean said with a chuckle.

"Well, we're gonna hit the gym." Roman said, walking over to Seth's bedside. He slapped Seth's hard on his stomach and shook him a little, causing Seth to twitch and cry out. Seth was tense with his hands clenched in the air, huffing and puffing from the pain. "Have a good day, Colby." Roman added, laughing as he left. Seth rolled over onto his stomach, holding it. Dean got up from his chair and walked over to Seth's bedside as well and slapped his back hard with both hands and shook him.

"Yup, have a fan-fucking-tastic day, Mr. Seth Rollins."

Seth huffed and puffed in his pillow from the pain before screaming into it.

"Rest easy, you got a long week ahead of ya!"

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