WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME RAP EEMENTS, BUT NOT REALLY.

TKAES PLACE BEFORE THE SHIELD OFFICALLY DEBUTS. I TRIED TO MAKE THEM AS SADISTIC AS POSSIBLE BECAUSE WELL...THAT'S WHO THEY ARE. SADISTIC, HOT, MANTALLY DISTURBED GODS.

I DO NOT OWN THE SHIELD(I REALLY WISH I DID THOUGH) OR THE WWE.

OK…I'm cold.

Actually, I'm fucking freezing. But, I can't move because I'm tied to a damn chair. Just my fucking luck.

I should probably tell you how I got into this predicament, but I don't even know myself. All I know was that I was grabbed on my way to catering, put into a car, and then placed in fucking Antarctica.

"Hi, Sweetheart." A sickling sweet voice whispered in my ear.

HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT.

I nearly jumped out of the chair when he said that. Motherfucker just snuck up on me.

"Did we scare you, Sweetheart?" Another voice said mockingly.

Did we scare you? Are you fucking kidding me? Not only have I been kidnapped, I've been kidnapped by a couple of idiots.

"No shit, Sherlock" I responded back venomously.

SMACK

After I had finished my sentence, I was rewarded a smack to the face. It felt as if the right side of my face was set on fire. I couldn't help but shed the tears that had formed in my eyes.

"Aw, you made her cry." The voice from earlier rung out, still sounding annoyingly mocking.

"I suggest you shut that pretty little mouth of yours before I give you something to cry about." A new voice growled in my ear.

I immediately tried to keep my sobs under control, my face still stung from the vicious slap.

"Look, the little bitch is submissive. Aren't you bitch?" Someone whispered into my ear.

I didn't respond. I was too afraid to respond, fearing that I would once again get slapped for my actions.

"So when she's expected to speak she doesn't say shit, but when we want the bitch silent she's got all this mouth." One person sneered from across the room.

"Aren't you a little submissive bitch?" he asked me again before yanking my head back. "Answer me!" He yelled in my face. I honestly feared my life right now. It seemed that all these guys were ticking time bombs and I'm in the middle of them.

"Yes! Yes! I'm a submissive bitch!" I screamed before sobbing again. I could hear them laughing at my embarrassment. This made me cry even more.

What have I done to deserve this? I was nice to people, I gave spare change to the homeless, hell I even recycled.

"Why me? I didn't do anything." I said between choked sobs. This seemed to tickle their funny bone because they were in another fit of laughter.

"Are you fucking serious?" One asked as the laughs grew silent

"Yes, just tell me what I did and I can fix it. I can give you money or whatever you want, just please let me go." I put my head down in defeat, knowing my predetermined fate. This would not end well for me.

"So, after all the planning we had to do to actually get you, all the hard work we did to make you comfortable and at home, and you just want us to let you free? You just want us to let you go?" he chuckled at his own questions.

"So, what do you say guys should we let her go?" he raises his voice so the others can hear, even though I'm sure they could already hear him.

A full minute of silence passes by with no one saying anything, kind of like they were actually debating the situation in their heads.

"Nope." A smooth voice stated and the room was full of laughter again

"You see, Sweetheart, we've been watching you. We've been watching you for a very long time and we couldn't help but notice, what a bitch you are, Sweetheart."

"You see, I've seen girls like you all the time in this business. You give head to the head of the company to get ahead. You're fucking whores, no different from the ones on the corner. You all think you can come in OUR business and take OUR paychecks, take OUR time, take OUR dreams."

"What makes you so damn special?" A grave voice came from directly behind me.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I would never do that…" I said, trying to plead my case before I was again, harshly smacked in the face.

"STOP FUCKING LYING TO US!" the voice screamed in my face. "We know who you are, we know what you're about. We saw you sucking Cena's dick in the locker room."

My whole body froze. Everything stopped: my shaking, my sobbing, my breathing, my heart.

"You didn't know we knew about that, did you, Sweetheart? Yeah, we saw you in all your fucking and sucking glory. I bet you make your parents proud." He chuckled lowly in my ear.

"How does the topic of who I'm fucking deal with you?" I asked pissed off. I can fuck who ever I feel like fucking. If I want to fuck the face of the company, then I'll do it.

"Because bitch, were like a shield on injustice. We try to make the WWE a fair working environment. Because you see, why girls like Sara Del Rey work their asses off for years in hopes of making it to the WWE, all you had to do is suck a few dicks."

"Girls like you take and take and take, but never give back. You stay in the business for a few years and then you ask for your release, and then you go off and do 'bigger and better' things. You're all just fucking whores. You don't deserve respect. You deserve to be treated like the cum-guzzling sluts that you are. Girls like you need to be taught a lesson in respect."

"And who better to give you a lesson in respect, than us?"

"Please don't. I'll do anything, just don't do this to me" I try to plead with them one last time; try to make the stop whatever plan they had in mind.

"Oh, we know you'll do anything. That's why we chose you."

The blindfold was snatched off my face and I was left staring at three large men standing over me, all wearing black, all with sadistic looks on their faces.

"I am Seth Rollins."

"I'm Dean Ambrose."

"Roman Reigns."

"Welcome to The Shield, Sweetheart."