Hello, lovely readers!
Even though our poor little Dean no longer has the WWE World Championship, we can still enjoy him in story form lol. He's been a bit of an ass lately but we all know that's going to blow up at any minute. Georgie isn't going to keep standing for it.
Wolves22 – There isn't a title for them to win yet
Espeon44 – Becky will be her firned in this story so I suppose she will help her at times
Dawnie-7 – I needed a woman for Georgie to fight and Charlotte seemed like a wise and realistic choice. Plus it also brings the Women's Championship into the mix too
49ers – She will definitely make an impact
Ambrose-kohli-girl – Yeah, Dean is being such an ass that she needs people like Roman and Seth around her. She's a good person and she's only here because she was placed there. And those two see that.
Tantoune – He's being a total douchebag lol. But we all know there's only so long Georgie is going to take this for. She's a strong willed woman who will stand up for herself. So Dean needs to watch out
Sebastianm101 – She does. He's being unreasonable and there's only so long Georgie will hold back
Nattiebroskette – I love writing the scenes between Georgie, Seth and Roman. I wanted a drastic contrast with them from how Dean acts and I think it's coming across well
Mandy – Aww thank you! I'm so happy you enjoy my work. And I hope you're birthday was awesome
Ambroserollinsgirl – Georgie is slowly get sick of Dean's shit so it won't be long till she confronts him
Raquel the writer – Yes he does!
KaylsDaughterOfHades – Asshole Dean is really fun to write, I have to admit. It's just the way the guy is and its awesome. I think you will like her debut. It's going to make an impact for sure
Ace of Hate - Thank you. Glad you're enjoying it
Crazy-wild-and-free - No, it's not wrong to love asshole Dean. I love writing him, he's so much fun. And Moxley will slowly start to seep out the longer Georgie is around. We're getting close to our first glimpse.
This chapter is named after 'Here I Am' from The Camp Rock soundtrack
Georgina Hale's Point Of View
"Becky!" I exclaimed in pure excitement, running towards the open arms of my friend as quickly as my feet could carry me.
"Oh my god, Georgie!" she said in her Irish twang, the two of us embracing in a close hug, squeezing each other tightly. I hadn't seen my friend in weeks, so to catch up with her at the arena before Monday Night Raw before my big debut was just what I needed to help boost my confidence and my spirits.
Becky Lynch and I had been the best of friends during our NXT days. We came into developmental within weeks of each other, and since we were the newbies, we tended to stick together as neither of us knew anyone else. At first our friendship was more out of convenience, but then we trained together, hung out together and eventually roomed together, both of us realising how much we had in common.
After years of being together, the friendship of convenience turned into something real and genuine. She was my best friend in the whole wide world, my sister, my girl. We'd been parted when she debuted on the main roster, but now I was here too I'd get to see my bestie every single day again.
"I've missed you so much," I said as we broke apart. "How are you?"
"I'm grand. Look at you all ready to go out tonight," she said looking me up and down, gesturing to my ring gear. "You look awesome, Georgie!"
I was fully dressed in my new ring gear ready to make my debut. It was a far cry from what I'd worn down in NXT, but that had been when I was a solo competitor. I was part of an established team now, and with that came a change of look.
Back in NXT I wore purple, the colour bringing out the darkness of my hair and the paleness of my skin. It was feminine and sexy, but on the main roster it would look out of place. So joining The Shield meant this ring gear wasn't feasible anymore, especially if I wanted to look like part of the team.
I still wore my brown hair in waves, but the clothing was different. Now I wore black tight shorts, knee high black wrestling boots and a cropped black tank top with The Shield emblem on the left side of my chest, the top showing off my stomach. My hands were tapped up as they always had been, and I honestly felt like one of the group.
"Thanks," I said, doing a twirl. "Does it look okay?"
"You look like a proper little badass," Becky beamed. "They're gonna love you out there."
"Let's hope so," I said. "Not everyone has been as… enthusiastic about me coming up to the main roster."
She frowned. "What do you mean?"
"It's a long story," I said, looking up at the clock on the wall above her. "And I'm up next so I'm needed at the top of the staircase."
"How about you tell me later then," she suggested. "We can go for a drink tonight, have a proper catch up since I haven't seen you in weeks. I'll invite Sasha too."
My lips curled up into a smile at the sound of this. I'd missed my girl and a catch up and a drink with her and Sasha sounded perfect. Plus I could get her opinion and perspective on the Dean situation. A drink sounded wonderful if I was honest. I needed some female company after spending days surrounded by boys.
"Great idea," I said, checking the clock again. I really needed to go. "I'll meet you out the back after the show."
"Great," she said as I rushed off. "I'll text you!"
I rushed through the corridors of the arena in order to get to the staircase where I would be making my grand debut. This was where The Shield usually emerged from in order to walk down to the ring and it would be my first time visiting that famous place. I was filled with both nerves and anticipation at what this moment would mean and the impact it would have on my career. I could hear the muffled noises coming from within the main area of the arena, the show already underway. The Authority's music was playing so I knew they would be out on the stage to talk, ready for us to come down to interrupt them, all of this seeming more and more real as I walked.
This is really happening…
I was surprised to see the corridor closed off, only the four of us allowed through, but I soon found out this was so fans could not gain access and it allowed our entrances to be more surprising to the fans. The three of them were already there when I reached the empty corridor, bouncing on their feet, getting geared up for what would happen down in the ring. It was the first time I'd seen them in their ring gear, and they looked fucking awesome.
Seth looked up and smiled when he heard my footsteps approaching.
"Hey, there you are," he said once I'd reached them. "Well don't you look amazing! Awesome ring gear."
"Does it look alright?" I asked, wanting their approval more than anybody else's.
"Looks perfect, baby girl," smiled Roman. "It's like you fit right in."
I heard Dean scoff behind him and my eyes narrowed, but I didn't say anything. I didn't want to ruin this huge moment for myself.
"Is it always this nerve-wracking being up here?" I asked them as The Authority continued talking beyond the closed doors. I was shifting from foot to foot, shaking my hands to keep some feeling in them. The nerves were almost paralyzing.
"At first it was," Seth explained. "But you soon get used to it."
"And the nerves become excitement and adrenaline," Roman went on. "Just wait till you're out there listening to those cheers. It'll be ten times more amazing than anything you felt in NXT."
I swallowed nervously, heading their words and taking them in.
My stomach was doing summersaults, my mouth was dry and I was trying to breathe properly so I wouldn't go lightheaded. Inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly.
This was my moment, this was my big break, this was what I'd been working towards all these years. It was something I'd dreamt of ever since I was a little girl, my whole life gearing towards what was about to happen. All the times I had to bail on plans with friends because I was training, all those bruises and aching bones, all those months of working for a pittance so I could afford to go to shows, all the hours I had to spend away from my family… It was all building up to this moment.
My debut in WWE, the beginning of my career, and the start of the rest of my life.
"Let's just get this fucking over with, shall we?" said Dean in a frustrated tone, his hands on his hips as he turned to face the closed doors. "The sooner this bullshit is done, the fucking better."
Moment ruined.
Yet again, the moment was ruined because of this fucking little jackass who was making it his life's work to make me feel unwelcome, belittled and shit. The biggest day of my life was being wrecked by a sulking child because he wasn't happy with what was going on. It was like he was making it his mission, like his aim was to hate and infuriate me.
But the only thing he was doing was pissing me off.
And I wasn't standing for it anymore.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" I finally said, my outburst catching all three of them off guard.
They all looked at me, including Dean, a heavy and tense silence hanging among us in the empty corridor. I kept my eyes on him, my teeth gritted, finally standing up for myself.
I'd dealt with this shit for three fucking days and I was sick of it. I wasn't letting him ruin this for me anymore.
"Excuse me?" Dean asked accusingly, his eyes narrowed. This was the first time since we'd met that he'd actually spoken directly to me.
"You heard me," I told him. "I asked what your fucking problem was. Because I have done fuck all to you, I've tried to be nothing but nice to you, and you haven't even acknowledged me until this very second."
"Hey, guys. Come on," said Roman warningly.
"No, Ro," said Dean taking slow steps towards me. "If she wants to speak, let the little girl speak."
"Ignoring me," I continued. "Walking out on me, treating me like a piece of shit on the bottom of your shoe. You have been vile to me, Dean Ambrose, and I haven't deserved a single ounce of it."
"Then maybe you shouldn't be where you aren't wanted," he challenged. "You don't have to stick around to hear it if you think I'm being such a dick."
"Dean, there's no need for that," said Seth, watching his friend carefully.
"What? Because apparently I'm a joke? Because I'm a woman?" I asked, refusing to back down. I wasn't a girl to be messed with and I wasn't going to take this kind of crap, especially from someone who should be a team mate. "I'm not like some of those girls in the locker room. I don't give a shit about hair extensions, or makeup, or if my tits look good in my gear. I care about wrestling. I care about my job. I care about going out there and putting on the best match that I can. So if you can't understand that, then that's your fucking problem, dickhead. Not mine. And I'm not taking it anymore."
A growl erupted from his chest, his fists clenched at his side.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that again," he said as his jaw tightened, his body finally in front of me.
"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, Dean," I said, both of us nose to nose. Well, I say nose to nose, he was far taller than I was so it was more like chest to nose. "You treat me like shit, I treat you like shit right back. I'm a member of The Shield whether you like it or not. And I'm here to stay. Fucking deal with it."
The anger and rage were apparent on his face, both Roman and Seth close to him, ready to pull him away if needs be. His chest was heaving, his eyes venomous as he looked down at me, formulating his response.
Only it never came as The Shield's music began sounding beyond the closed doors. We didn't have time for arguments, we were due out in the ring.
"This isn't over," he hissed as he stepped away from me, turning around, lining himself up to make his entrance. Realising nothing was going to happen, Seth and Roman felt comfortable stepping away too, the four of us ready to make our grand entrance, the closed doors finally opening up. The anger from the argument slowly slipped away as the reality of the moment dawned on me.
Oh shit… This is it…
I took a deep and steadying breath, hoping that the adrenaline Roman had spoken about would appear. This was my moment, this was the start of it all. So, following my team mates, I stepped through the door, the crowd filled arena appearing in front of me, my ears filled with the roar of cheers and music.
I looked around, taking in the spectacular sight before me. It was a sold out crowd, the arena filled to the brim with wrestling fans, all of them enjoying the show. They were cheering, clapping, making whatever noises they could as they wore their merchandise and held up their banners. Granted, there were more than a few confused faces over seeing some strange woman with The Shield, but I knew all of it would be explained to them once I set foot in the ring.
I wanted to smile. I wanted to bounce up and down with glee, but sadly I knew I couldn't. That wasn't what The Shield was about. We were stoic, serious and aggressive. So I kept my face blank as we all made our way down the staircase, my head taking in the madness around me, committing it all to memory.
My mouth was dry and my heart was threatening to jump right from my chest, but I was enjoying every single second of this.
I made my way over the barrier, following Dean and Seth, Roman following up behind me, all four of us standing on the floor around the ring, looking up at some familiar figures, their faces staring back at me.
If I didn't have to remain calm, I'd have been very overwhelmed and star struck in that instant.
Triple H. Randy Orton, Stephanie McMahon. Kane. Charlotte.
They all stood in that ring, staring daggers at us, all of them wondering what was going on. Seth grabbed a microphone from a stagehand, The Authority watching as we jumped onto the apron and stepped through the ropes, standing in the ring to meet them.
Our music died down, the roar of the crowd continuing, this is awesome chants ringing in my ears. All Authority eyes were looking intently at the three intimidating men beside me before they finally landed on me.
Triple H assessed me, looking me up and down carefully before he raised the microphone to his lips.
"Looks like you've gotten yourselves a little play mate, haven't you boys?" he asked in amusement. His tone was mocking.
I raised my eyebrow, folding my arms at his words as Seth raised his microphone to his lips.
"I wouldn't use the term 'play mate.' More… team mate," he said.
The Authority began to laugh amongst themselves at his words, none of them taking what he'd said seriously. And this didn't sit well with any of us.
"A team mate? Have The Shield decided to finally branch out?" Triple H asked, amusement in his voice. "Come on, boys, you can do better than that. You beat Evolution twice, and that's fair enough. So you celebrate by taking on… this?"
He lifted his hand up and down, gesturing to me, looking at me as if I was a joke.
"Look at her," piped up Stephanie. "She's short. Skinny. Not a single muscle on her. Boys… Boys… You need to do better than this. What damage can this… weak skinny twig do…?"
All three of my team mates glared at The Authority, shifting from foot to foot, uncomfortable with the words they were hearing. Dean didn't react much, but I saw the look of annoyance on Seth's face. I saw the way Roman flexed his fingers into fists. I heard the growls rumbling from their chests.
Seth opened his mouth, ready to speak… but I acted first.
My eyes looked at Charlotte as laughter erupted from her lips, the Women's Championship belt slung over her left shoulder. A bitter taste entered my mouth, that undying need to prove myself flowing through my veins again.
If they thought I was funny, I'd show them just how funny I could be.
So without warning, I hit her square in the face with a superkick, the slapping sound of my foot connecting with her skull echoing through the arena. She fell to the floor out cold, everyone in the ring falling silent, all eyes on me, a smug smirk slithering onto my lips as I snatched the microphone from Seth's hands.
"The name's Georgie… and that's the damage I can do," I said, dropping the microphone onto the floor as The Shield's theme sounded around the arena, the crowd cheering, standing in their seats as The Authority slowly backed away. Kane grabbed an unconscious Charlotte as they slid out of the ring, The Shield standing tall and proud as we watched them retreat angrily up the ramp.
Yes I was skinny, and yes I was small, but I'd just kicked ass.
I'd just shown I was a member of The Shield.
I'd just debuted.
And it was fucking awesome.
xXx
I was on cloud nine once we were backstage and had reached the safety of our locker room, my body bouncing up and down, glee and joy hitting me in abundance, finally allowed to let it all out. I was like a child in a candy store! I couldn't believe what I'd just done, I couldn't believe I was now a main roster superstar, I couldn't believe I'd debuted as a fourth member of The Shield. And the crowd had loved me.
"Did you see that guys?" I said as we walked into the locker room. "Did you see how they reacted?"
"That was fucking amazing," beamed Roman as he followed me in, his smile beaming. "You little ass kicker!" He placed an arm around me, pulling me to his side and offering me a quick hug.
"Where did that superkick come from?" chuckled Seth. "It was fantastic."
"I don't know. I just felt-"
The door suddenly slammed shut with a loud echoing thud, all three of us looking as Dean entered the room, his face looking like thunder. And I knew why. Our conversation from earlier still wasn't over.
"I don't give a shit what happened out there," he yelled. "I don't care if the crowd liked it or if we came out on top. No one fucking talks to me like that!"
"For god sake, Dean, come on," tried Roman. "She just debuted, she just kicked ass. Let what happened earlier lie and fucking enjoy this."
He glared at his friend, pushing past him to approach me.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that again, okay?" he seethed. His eyes had darkened considerably, those baby blues now the color of the night sky. They looked venomous, poisonous, evil. "I don't give a shit if you're part of this team or not. I don't care what you did out there tonight. I don't give a fuck if Vince McMahon put you here himself. I don't fucking like it."
I took a few steps back in defense, his body seeming taller, his stance intimidating, his tone frightening and aggressive, much more so than during our previous argument. This Dean seemed angrier, darker, far more hostile and destructive. I swallowed down the lump in my throat. I didn't want to fight back this time. I just wanted to cower in fear in a corner. He stepped closer, my mouth gasping when he was mere inches from me, his hot and deep breath fanning across my face.
"Dean…" I whimpered.
"You're nothing, little girl," he growled, bending his body down until we were eye to eye.
"Dean," Seth tried, repeating my plea.
"I don't like that you're a part of this team and I never will," he continued, his nose almost touching mine. My hands began to tremble at my side.
"Dean," Seth tried again, his voice more stern.
"You don't belong here," Dean carried on. "This is-"
"Moxley!" Seth finally said firmly, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder to pull him back. He did not look happy. "Enough. Stop it. Now."
I blinked in confusion.
Moxley…?
Dean growled, looking at his friend's hand before he glared back at me and slowly backed up.
"Relax, Rollins," he said in a smarmy tone, holding up his hands. "I'm not gotta beat up on a chick."
"You're scaring her," Roman said angrily.
"Maybe she needs scaring," he said. "It'll toughen her up. She asked me what my problem was and I've fucking told her. What's the big deal?"
"You know what the deal is," Seth said in annoyance. "I'm not having him start on her."
Dean looked at his friends for what felt like decades before he finally spoke.
"This is fucking bullshit. Utter bullshit. All of it. I've had enough, I'm outta here," he muttered under his breath, grabbing his bag and walking from the locker room angrily, Roman, Seth and I watching his retreating back.
My body was tense and frightened but I relaxed a little once he was finally out of sight, resting back on the wall behind me in relief.
"This is getting out of hand now," Roman said, running a hand through his long black hair. "There was no need for that."
"He's being unreasonable," Seth commented.
He was being unreasonable. But he had been so earnest and passionate as he spoke. He really meant what he said, he really didn't want me here. Whereas before I felt angry, I now just felt concerned. Not only had Dean been upset, but he'd started becoming aggressive… and I worried what this meant in the long term.
Hatred was a strong thing, and it could hinder me in many ways. Dean was an established star, he was going nowhere. But if he didn't gel with me in this team, he wouldn't be the one leaving. I'd been here five minutes and could very easily be cast out if this didn't work. This argument could not only affect our relationship, but it could also affect my job.
Now was not the time to be angry, it was a time to be worried.
This was something that needed to be fixed, and it needed to happen soon.
Again, a huge thanks to wolves22, espeon44, Dawnie-7, 49ers, ambrose-kohli-girl, Tantoune, sebastianm101, nattiebroskette, Mandy, ambroserollinsgirl, Raquel the writer, KaylsDaughterOfHades, Ace of Hate and crazy-wild-and-free for their reviews!