AN: This gem was written by Captainbartholomew. It was started by a weird, off-hand comment during last week's RAW. Enjoy!
Seth didn't know if he'd been gone longer than he or the others seemed to have thought, but this was ridiculous.
"Come on, Rollins! Move that tushy faster, so I can get as many as ladders as posssible!" screamed Intern Eve. "Pick it up you slackers!"
Maybe the young intern had just lost her marbles completely while he had been rehabbing his knee, but Seth highly doubted that.
"She's trying to kill us!" whisper shouted Dean who was carry two extremely tall 7 foot ladders.
Roman was on the other end of said ladders Dean was carrying and was trying to look stoic. "How did this happen?!"
Dean knew the answer to that question as easily as Seth did.
The damn budget cuts.
The WWE was in a financial crisis, thanks to someone spending millions of dollars on a Sundae Slam promotion involving the Shield months ago. Seth just shuddered at the amount of ice cream toppings he remembered picking out of and off his body for months afterward. Anyways, thanks to someone's less-than frugal spending habits (Seth was pretty sure it was all Intern Eve's fault) the WWE was pretty strapped for cash.
So the young intern came up with a brilliant idea to purchase ladders that were on sale at the Home Depot. She also had a coupon for 50% off all ladder purchases, where she found that from Seth really didn't want to know. However, somewhere, somehow, somebody in accounting approved this hair-brained scheme of Intern Eve's. Now, all she had needed were people to help her move the ladders from the Home Depot to the arena.
Enter the wrestlers… specifically Seth, Roman and Dean.
The trio had been leaving the arena after rehearsing their matches and the young woman had jumped out in front of them scaring the crap out of the three. She then proceeded to impose her will onto them.
"What makes you think we'll help you?" scoffed Dean blatantly annoyed.
Intern Eve smiled sneakily as she pulled out her phone and showed them the most horrid picture imaginable.
In the picture a sleeping Dean wore a night cap as he snuggled closely up to a soundly-sleeping Roman who was in the middle while a sleeping Seth was snuggled on the other side of the man grasping a teddy bear tightly to his chest.
"That's not us," hissed Dean venomously as he tried to lunge at the intern and wrestle the phone away from her while Seth and Roman held him back, "Where did you get that?"
"Oh, Mr. Ambrose, I just have friends who are extremely handy with PhotoShop in the Marketing department. But if you don't help me this lovely picture will be plastered all over online and no one will ever take you three seriously again!" cackled Intern Eve, evilly.
And so with their hands tied behind their backs, Seth, Dean, and Roman begrudgingly had no choice but to obey Intern Eve.
This was how they had ended up at the Home Depot helping her carry dozens of ladders out to a large white moving van to drive to the arena and take them to the Money in the Bank pay-per-view. They were currently making their seventh trip out to the big moving truck.
"Chop, chop boys!" shouted Intern Eve, "I don't have all day. I need to get these ladders to the arena and douse them in lighter fluid!"
Seth and Dean exchanged a concerned look pondering about Intern Eve's mental stability while Roman voiced the on everyone's mind, "Why on earth would you do that?"
"BECAUSE I CAN AND I WILL!" shouted Intern Eve while she slowly calmed down as Roman raised an eyebrow at her for using his catchphrase, "But seriously, haven't you seen Kane's entrance to the first ever MITB match? He lights all the ladders on fire. I'm going to recreate that just because it'll be awesome!"
"She knows Kane isn't even the damn match this year right?" questioned Seth.
"Do you think her being a pyro maniac is grounds enough to have Vince her get a psych eval?" voiced Dean.
"Shut up the two of you," hissed Roman as Eve turned her attention back to them.
"Now, mush my hounds! We have 32 more ladders to get before I feel justified with this ladder purchase!"
The brothers exchanged a look as Inten Eve held up her phone with the horrid picture she was using to blackmail them into helping her.
Sadly, the trio sighed and trudged back toward the Home Depot store.
Intern Eve smirked evilly, little did the Shield boys they weren't going to get a hold of this picture that easily by just helping her with moving some measly ladders.
Oh no, she had for these three, big plans!
"MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Seth couldn't help but watch this scene unfold of the evil intern manically laughing hysterically.
"Did I miss something?" questioned Seth confused.
Roman shrugged and shook his head. "Little brother, you ain't seen nothing yet. I have as long as she has that picture of us we are unbelievably screwed."
"Plus Intern Eve's favorite thing in life is to screw with people so yeah, we're screwed," answered Dean as he grabbed a flat rack cart to help them carry the damn ladders out, "She won't get away with this!"
"It's an injustice!" shouted Seth knowing full well exactly what he had just said.
"We'll play Intern Eve's little game of Chutes and Ladders for now, but circle up boys I have a plan to get that picture," said Dean with a smirk, "But don't worry whatever her plans are after this will certainly not come to fruition!"
"Believe that!"
"And we believe in the Shield!"
"We didn't just did we?"
"Yup."
To Be Continued…?