Brock turned his eyes from Vince to the three former Shield members and then back to Vince again. He broke out in an unsettling laughter.

"You want the Shield back together again?" Brock asked. "And they're gonna run through me and then what? The entire Raw division?"
"No, we're gonna keep them on SmackDown but have them pop up here and there on Raw. With your history with all three members, it's a fun way to show the world they're back together and make them tune in Friday to watch SmackDown," Vince said.

Brock looked back at the three men and stopped when his eyes caught Dean.

"Alright Vince, I'll lie down for your boys tonight, but only tonight," Brock said.
"That's what I like to hear. Now get out of here. I got work to do," Vince said.

The four men walked outside. Brock grabbed Dean's arm and pushed him up against the wall. It took everything in Dean to not punch Brock in the face. Brock was also holding back. Too many witnesses.

"I know what you're trying to do," Brock said.
"I'm getting back together with my brothers in arms. That's all," Dean said.
"You're not getting her back," Brock said. "She's mine now."

Dean gritted his teeth and balled up his fists. Brock chuckled at the sight and leaned closer.

"I'll lie down tonight for you because it's the only time you'll ever get me down. And later tonight..." Brock licked his lips. "Later I'll lie her down and ram my dick so far up her ass that she'll be crying for you to come rescue her from big, bad Brock. And then I'll fuck her even harder. You will never get near her again."
"Enough!" Roman cut through.

Roman grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him away from Brock. He knew he had to get Dean out of there before he took the bait and ended up getting fired for punching Brock. They walked to the locker room that luckily was empty.

"Can I kill him?" Dean asked.
"No!" Roman said firmly. "Stick to the plan."
"But I wanna kill him," Dean said.
"Everyone wants to fucking kill Brock," Seth said.

Seth placed his hands on Dean's shoulders and looked at him.

"We love you, brother," Seth said. "And more importantly, Jada loves you. Don't fuck it up. Also, I forgive you completely. Let's do this tonight and then move on to SmackDown to take the tag team titles."
"Just like the old days," Roman grinned. "Ah yessir!"


Brock stood in the ring after a hardcore battle against Bobby Lashley. He was tired and bloody but held up his fists in victory. The Shield's music suddenly hit and the audience went crazy. The three men came down the stairs like in the old days. They jumped the barricade and surrounded the ring.

Dean came through the ropes first. He ran in with a knee to Brock's stomach. Brock barely sold it. Roman and Seth followed suit. All three of them punched and kicked. Brock went down on one knee but then got back up, pushing all three of them away. He turned his eyes to Dean and smirked.

"Little punk ass bitches!" Brock yelled.

Brock turned around just in time for Roman to run in with a superman punch. Brock went down knocked out cold. Before anyone could notice that Roman had actually punched Brock for real with all his strength, Seth jumped on Brock, grabbed the bigger man's head and slammed it repeatedly down on the apron. Dean watched as Roman hid the pain in his fist but ran in to help Seth beat up Brock. No other punches or kicks hit Brock for real. It needed to look like an accident where no one knew if Roman or Seth had been at fault. Meanwhile Dean rolled out of the ring, grabbed a microphone, and rolled back in.

"That's enough, boys," Dean said. "He got the message."

Roman and Seth stood back up and looked at Dean. Dean found the camera and smirked.

"We're back," Dean said.

Dean dropped the microphone and held out his fist. Roman and Seth connected their fists to Dean's. The audience cheered even louder. They left the ring and walked up the ramp together. The show went off air and medics ran in to take care of Brock.

Jada paced nervously backstage, waiting to find out what the hell was going on. Dean, Roman and Seth came walking out but they kept their distance to her. Triple H finally came running to find her.

"He's being taken to the hospital," Triple H said.
"Is he alright?" Jada asked.
"Probably a concussion. We'll know more when he wakes up and they've run some tests on him. Will you be alright? Do I need to find someone to take you somewhere?" Triple H asked.

Jada looked over at Dean who smirked back at her. It finally clicked what had really happened. This wasn't an accident. They had taken Brock out to give her a small window to escape. Once Brock woke up, she would be gone.

"No, I'm alright," Jada smiled. "Thank you."
"I guess I'll see you in a month then," Triple H said.

Triple H walked away again, and Jada once again looked over at Dean. He walked over to her with Roman and Seth right behind him.

"Need a ride?" Dean asked.
"Funny you should ask that," Jada said.
"Do you have anything on the bus that you need?" Roman asked.
"Yes, I better go get it right away. Go get your things and we'll meet outside," Jada said.
"I'm not letting you out of my sight until we're away from here," Dean said.
"I'll grab your stuff," Seth said.

Roman and Seth walked towards the locker room while Dean and Jada walked outside. She got up on Brock's bus. His driver furrowed his brows at the sight of Dean.

"He's my friend," she said.

She walked down and grabbed her bags. Dean took them from her and they walked back up. She stopped by the driver who still hadn't said anything.

"You know what? He's not my friend. He's my boyfriend. Tell Brock I moved back in with Dean, and I'm never coming back," she said.

She put the keys to the bus and Brock's house down next to the driver, and then got off the bus without another word. They walked over to Dean's car, and Roman and Seth came soon after with Dean's bag. They put it all in the trunk and hugged each other goodbye.

"I'll see you Friday," Dean said.
"Play nice," Seth said.
"Call me if he messes up again," Roman winked at Jada.
"He knows better than to mess up again," Jada said. "I'll hang him by the balls if he does."
"Yikes, I wanna go home with you guys now," Dean said.
"Nope!" Roman grinned. "Safe travel home."

Roman and Seth walked back to their own cars while Dean and Jada got into his car. He turned on the engine and pulled out on the street. She let out a sigh of relief and fell back in the seat. She could finally relax and breathe freely again.

"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Better than I have been in a long time, and the rest will come quickly," she said.
"I feel the same," he smiled. "Sign with Impact."
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"I'm sure," he answered. "That place will be really good for you, and they won't allow Brock backstage if he's stupid enough to show up. Sami and the boys will be all over him if he tries anything. Even Brock can't fight that many guys at once."

She grabbed his hand, brought it to her lips for a kiss, and then let go again.

"Dean Ambrose, you maniac, I fucking love you," she said.

He turned his head and grinned at her.

"I fucking love you too, killer," he said.