Hello, lovely readers!

So this week was amazing for me. My fiancé and I went to a wrestling show this past Friday to see none other than Tyler Bate, Trent Seven and Pete Dunn vs The Elite. And with Kenny Omega being one of my all time heroes and favourite wrestlers, it was literally amazing. And if that wasn't awesome enough, I actually got a 'too sweet' of Kenny Omega himself! Life is officially made lol. It was an awesome show, loved every second of it.

Brookeworm3 – It was a heartbreaking chapter to write. But also fun as I finally got to get into Dean's head again

Labinnacslove – He has all the love in the world for her

76ers – It sure is

Xtremediva13 – Dean perspective is always fun to write. But this chapter was hard as it was so emotional

Espeon44 – He will eventually

Titans8 – I know…

Iceprincess1987 – I have plans for the future, don't you worry lol. And yes, she does love him too. Hopefully one day he'll realise that

Tantoune – This was harder than the previous chapter. Dean is totally lost right now. Everything he knew and loved has imploded around him. Hopefully things can get better in the upcoming chapters

Ambroserollinsgirl – I love a good Dean POV. Glad you did too

NicollisMommy – My heart breaks for him too

Demon Of Dark NOBLE – Stupid Authority!

AlexisGinny – I wanted to show how much this has truly broken both Dean and Moxley. And all will be revealed eventually

ThatGirl54 – I know! It was such a sad chapter to write up

Dawnie-7 – Agreed. This is the first time we've really seen Dean air his feelings in the open. Even through it all he still loves her, and that shows his true affections for Georgie. She is, and always will be, the one for him

WeirdGeekyGoof – Love is special and Dean has mountains of it for Georgie

A ShrinkinG VIOLET GIrL – He is. Completely and utterly in love

Void Impala – Lol! So glad you like the story

KaylsDaughterOfHades - It was such an emotional and hard chapter to write, so I'm glad it successfully made my readers feel something. But I'm gonna try and make things happier. I promise

This chapter is named after 'This Is A War' by The Phantoms

Georgina Hale's Point Of View

As I stood in gorilla the following Monday at Raw, watching the show from a monitor, I couldn't escape the sinking and sickly feeling in my stomach. It wouldn't leave no matter how hard I tried to push it away, so I knew it was something I'd simply have to grin and bare and deal with.

Tonight would be my first official night as a fully fledged member of The Authority.

And the worst thing about that?

Our first job would be to confront The Shield.

I could never catch a break.

And as I watched the monitor to see them making their way to the ring in their usual fashion, that sickly feeling grew even stronger.

How was I supposed to do this? How was I supposed to hate the men I loved? The men I adored with all my heart and all my being? Turning on them had in a strange way been the easy part. I'd let the steel chair do all the talking that night. But now I'd have to deal with them face to face and show where my true allegiances lay.

I watched them carefully walking down the staircase one by one, Seth leading the way. His face was giving away very few emotions, and I could not read how he was feeling. Though I knew it didn't take a genius to figure it out. Seth would be hurting. And this was made so much worse by the fact he'd ended his relationship only a week or so before. I really was kicking Rollins whilst he was down.

Bringing up the rear was Roman, the emotion very apparent on his face. He was angry, his frown large, his eyes cold and harsh. He was ready to talk. I wasn't sure if it was to confront me for leaving or The Authority for taking me, but Roman wanted answers tonight.

And then in the middle was Dean, my eyes unable to avoid looking at those luscious pink lips.

The last time I had seen them they had been kissing mine, my hand subconsciously raising to touch them on the screen.

Having Dean Ambrose kiss me was like finally having something you never knew you needed. His kiss was… addictive, powerful, earth shattering. And after he'd done it I'd wanted him to do it again and again and again. The passion, the need, the feeling he put into it was like nothing I'd ever experienced. I knew Dean liked me, but I never truly knew the full effect of that until he kissed me that night.

I'd wanted to wrap my arms around him and kiss him back with everything I had, but I knew I couldn't. It was like he was just out of reach for me, the temptation lingering. What I wouldn't have done to feel that kiss again.

But whilst it was passionate and electrifying, it had also been heartbreaking. It was his one last ditch attempt to change my mind and get me to stay. And I wasn't allowed to do that. He seemed so desperate to keep me, but it had all been for nothing.

I wasn't allowed to be with The Shield. I was Authority now. And as much as I enjoyed that kiss, that was the way it had to be from now on.

"Pathetic, aren't they?" came Randy's voice just as I watched The Shield climb into the ring. I snatched my hand away from the monitor and turned to look at him, a bad taste on the end of my tongue as he stood beside me, glancing at the screen. "All because you left them. The need to man the fuck up."

I glared at him. "I guess you wouldn't know what real team work or real friendship is like then."

"I've never really needed it, sweetheart," he said. "I only look out for one person in life and that's myself."

"Then why are you in a team right now?" I asked. "Why be in The Authority if you only care about yourself?"

"Because I'm never one to turn down help when it's offered," he said. "Extra back up is always useful. And if they get hurt instead of me, so be it."

"So that's all a team is to you?" I asked in disgust. "A bit of back up and someone to throw into the firing line first?"

"What do you think a team is then since you obviously disagree?" he asked me.

"A team is rock, a place where friends take care of one another. You're all equal and you all look out for one another. A team loves one another, cares for one another. A team is close."

And as I looked at the screen again, I felt despair for the team I'd left behind. A team where we all got on, where we all liked one another, where we were treated as four equal players, the other three always backing the fourth up. There was no weakness or dent in our team. We had been solid, united and a force to be reckoned with.

And I'd had to leave it for a team where everyone only cared for themselves.

That's when I felt a hand running lightly up and down my back. I froze, glaring up at Randy in horror.

"If closeness is what you want in a team, I'm sure that's something I can get behind," he said with a smirk.

"Get the fuck away from me," I seethed, shrugging him off and walking away from him to the curtain where we would make our entrance.

That man was sick in the head. How dare he touch me like that! This was the man who had made my life a living hell. The man who had hit me with a chair. The man who had beaten me black and blue in the street. And now he was touching me and… insinuating things.

I shook my head. No way was that pig getting anywhere fucking near me. The Authority had broken me down enough; I wasn't getting to let Orton have his fun too.

I suddenly felt a presence beside me, all thoughts of Randy disappearing when I saw Triple H standing there. He was very tall and brooding, his shirt and tie making him look much more approachable than he really was. He looked the real business man, but deep down I knew the true monster he was.

"Miss Hale," he greeted me.

"Hunter," was all I said, looking away from him.

"I hope you're ready for tonight," he said to me. "Remember those boys aren't your friends anymore. I want more of what happened last week, understand?"

"It's not like I have a choice, is it?" I said monotonously.

A light chuckle from him filled my ears. "You're learning fast, kid."

"You gonna leave them alone after this?" I asked.

"Just do as you're told out there and I'll stick to our deal."

And as The Authority's music sounded, we finally entered the stage.

xXx

Facing them after what happened on Smackdown was almost as difficult as the act itself. My eyes landed on them instantly as we emerged, my ears deafening out the boo's from the crowd. I knew what they all thought of me, the WWE Universe now considering me a traitor, a sell out and a turncoat. Sure, I probably still had a handful of loyal fans, but I knew the majority of people didn't like me any more.

And my three main haters were standing in that ring.

Their eyes focused in on us as we walked down the ramp towards the ring, The Authority music that followed me sounding so strange and alien. They never took their eyes off me as we all slowly climbed the steel steps into the ring, standing in front of the team I'd once belonged to.

Roman looked so angry. He was a pissed off individual, the big dog looking at me with disgust. Seth looked at me in pure disbelief, shaking his head slightly, unable to believe I was even out here confronting them. And Dean… Dean's face was blank as he stared at me, my eyes unable to resist looking down at his lips.

Those same lips that had kissed me.

And even as I stood here against them, siding with a side that I knew was wrong, I couldn't help but reminisce about that kiss. About how soft his lips had been or how they had fitted so perfectly against mine. I remembered how they moved, how they felt, how they made me feel. The butterflies in my stomach, the goosebumps on my skin, the pounding of my heart in my chest.

Dean Ambrose's kiss had been one of the most amazing moments of my life.

And now I had to stand against him and act the cold hearted bitch The Authority needed me to be.

"Sorry to interrupt you boys," Hunter said as our music died down. "But we couldn't help but come out here tonight to hear you whine on about last week. So carry on. Let us enjoy it."

I smirked and sniggered at his words, playing the part, acting like the traitor I had to be. Hunter was doing the talking here, so I had to show my emotions through my face and my expressions. It felt cruel to do, but it was necessary.

"I think you've done enough damage without coming out tonight, haven't you?" said Seth before he glared at me. "All of you."

I raised an eyebrow before rolling my eyes.

"But where's the fun in that?" he asked.

"Haven't you done enough?" Seth asked.

"Georgina came to me of her own volition. Not my fault, Rollins."

The three of them looked over at as I nodded, my arms folded.

"You gonna explain yourself or what, Georgie?" Seth asked.

Triple H handed me the microphone and I raised it to my lips.

"I think what I did last week on Smackdown was explanatory enough, wasn't it?" I asked innocently. "That steel chair to the stomach told you everything you needed to know."

Hunter took the microphone back from me before squaring up to the three of them, a look of hatred and venom in his eyes. I stood there, my face showing amusement, but deep down inside I wanted to walk across that ring and stand with the three men I considered family.

"She left because she does not want to align herself with weakness," began Hunter. "In The Authority she sees strength, power and force. All she see's with you three is weakness, uselessness and something not being part of."

His words were hard to hear and very hard to agree with, but I knew I had to nod along.

"She knew a good thing when she saw it. Why would she want to be held down by a pathetic group like you? Because that's what you are. Pathetic."

I winced a little at his words, but didn't give it away. His words were turning harsh, derogatory and nasty, and I didn't like it. These were my friends he was talking about after all. And this wasn't easy to hear.

"After all, what are you three? You're a bunch of pathetic idiots that run around in assault vests thinking you're cool. Well reality check, you aren't," Hunter continued. "You're just three washed up NXT stars that were thrown together as you were never deemed worthy of being solo stars."

Now that one was below the belt, my eyes looking down at the ground as he said that, an uncomfortable look appearing on my face.

"Stupid, weak, useless, a bunch of nobodies. You couldn't even keep a newbie on your team. Shows how dominating you really are. You aren't worth the materials used to make this ring."

I blatantly winced then, my ears unable to listen anymore. This was too much, too cruel, and I hated that I had to be against them here. I wanted to punch the shit out of Triple H's face with everything he said, but instead I had to stand here and listen to the vile crap that came out of his mouth.

But as I looked up back at the boys, a moment of panic hit me as I saw Dean looking at me through narrowed eyes, a look of confusion on his face as he tilted his head. I didn't know how long he'd been looking on me, but I hoped it wasn't long enough to see the uncomfortableness on my face.

Shit… What if he saw?

No, he couldn't have. I had to believe he hadn't. Because if he had, this would not help this plan and everything would be up in the air. No, he was looking at me because of what I'd done and the things I'd said, not because of my reaction to Hunter's words.

So I put the cold look back on my face again, looking at him with distain, hoping this would all be over soon.

xXx

I hurried back to my locker room after the segment, closing the door behind swiftly me, wanting to shut myself away from the world and not let another person enter this room. I dropped onto the sofa situated in the middle of the room, releasing a breath of relief, thanking the lord that I was finally out of that god-awful situation.

Usually I loved sharing a ring with Roman, Dean and Seth, but tonight had made it one of the most awkward and awful things possible.

To play the enemy had been almost impossible, it had been ridiculously hard, and I had that horrible feeling deep down inside that I had given something away.

I saw the way he looked at me.

It was impossible to miss the curiosity in his eye.

If Dean hadn't have figured something than he was a fool.

Fuck!

I knew it would be impossible to do, keeping myself in a mindset of hatred and distain for these wonderful men. And for a while I thought I was doing well. I acted ignorant, I stuck my nose up at them, and I remained firmly at The Authority's side. I gave off an air of coldness towards them, acting like a perfect enemy.

But when I heard the words The Authority said about my former friends, when I saw the pure hatred that oozed from them, I couldn't stop myself looking away. I wanted to clutch my ears with my hands so that I couldn't hear it. I wanted to yell at them to stop. I wanted to walk right across that ring and stand at the side of my friends and offer them my full support. But I knew I couldn't.

I was at war with them. I was no longer their ally.

But Dean saw when I looked away, Dean saw the wince on my face. Dean saw how much it all hurt to hear.

I hoped to god I hadn't fucked all this up on my first trip out, because the consequences would be dire for all of us if I had.

A sound echoed around my locker room, a knock coming from the door. I ran a hand through my hair and let out a sigh, knowing my brief moment of calmness and silence was long gone. The Authority were never far away, their eyes always on me, checking in to see if I was doing what I was supposed to. Freedom wasn't exactly a luxury I seemed to have these days.

So I reluctantly stood and made my way over to the door, opening it.

"Look, Hunter, just give me-"

But I paused, my voice vanishing into thin air when I saw it wasn't Hunter standing there at all.

It was Dean Ambrose.

Again, a huge thanks to Brookeworm3, labinnacslove, 76ers, xtremediva13, espeon22, Titans8, iceprincess1987, Tantoune, ambroserollinsgirl, NicollisMommy, Demon of Dark NOBLE, AlexisGinny, ThatGirl54, Dawnie-7, WeirdGeekyGoof, A ShrinkinG VIOLET GIrL, Void Impala and KaylsDaughterOfHades for their reviews.

Also, I wanted my reader's opinions for my next story. I'm planning to make it a Finn Balor/OC story and I was wondering what you all thought about that. Finn is one of my all time favourite wrestlers, so would you all want to see a Finn Balor story?