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This chapter is named after 'Welcome To Hell' by Plan B

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

I looked at them in utter surprise, and if I hadn't already done my makeup I'd have rubbed my eyes in disbelief.

My three saviors were standing before me, shaking my brother's hand, greeting him as the newest members of The Authority. I couldn't actually believe it, I wasn't sure if it was real, but as I looked at them, all dressed in their ring gear, it seemed more legitimate and more true.

All three were dressed in black special ops gear, black cargo pants, black boots and padded vests. If they were becoming bodyguards for us, they certainly looked the part. They truly appeared menacing, standing there in dark colours, all three tall and well built. They appeared a force to be reckoned with, like you wouldn't want to get on their wrong side. I'd seen it for myself only an hour earlier how truly frightening they could be, and I could now see why Hunter wanted to fast track them onto the main show.

The fans were going to love them.

"May I welcome Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose to the company," my brother said, Randy, Big Show, Kane and J&J getting up to greet our newest employees.

I simply sat there, staring at them, both surprised by who they were but excited knowing what they could do. Steph came to stand by me.

"Think they'll live up to Hunter's expectations?" she asked. "He seems really fixed on these boys."

I smirked. "I have a funny feeling they'll do rather well. Hunter is almost always right about these things. I trust his judgement."

Hunter ran NXT and he had such an eye for new talent. Every single NXT star that had risen to the main show had been so well received by the fans, all of them surpassing expectations. If Hunter was so intent on debuting them immediately on Raw, then they had to be fucking amazing.

The Shield made their rounds, shaking everyone's hand and accepting their welcomes. As they got closer to me, I stood from my seat, and I had to wonder one thing.

There was one tiny detail about this whole situation that had me somewhat confused.

If The Shield had known they were debuting in WWE, how had they not recognised me or mentioned anything to me at the coffee shop?

If they were heading for a new job, they'd have done their research. If they were wrestlers, they knew about the WWE and who I was. I had been on TV for months, and it had always been well documented in magazines and on websites that I was Hunter's little sister for years. My picture was everywhere, so surely they must have known who I was.

So why the silence? Why mention nothing?

Eventually they approached me, Dean holding his hand out for me to shake, a knowing smirk on his face. "Holly Heather Helmsley, I assume."

With suspicious eyes, I slipped my hand into his, shaking it. "Yes… but you already knew that. Am I right?"

"You certainly are," he said, letting my hand go, Roman stepping forward to shake it this time.

My eyebrows were furrowed in utter confusion. "So you did know it was me earlier."

Roman shook my hand and let it go, making room for Seth. "Of course we knew. In the wrestling world, who doesn't know Holly Helmsley?" the two toned hair man said.

"So… why didn't you say anything to me about all this?" I questioned, looking at all three with a confused smile.

"Since our debut tonight is going to be such a surprise, we were asked by your brother to keep quiet and say nothing to no one in case we gave the game away," Roman explained. "Not even his little sister was allowed to know."

"Plus if we'd have said anything, then we wouldn't get to see the shocked and amazed look on your face right now," winked Dean as he walked past me to greet Stephanie.

I watched him, a little shocked yet a little amused. I could see Dean was going to be a bit of a tease. Though I suppose it was better to be on that side of him than the side I'd seen in the parking lot earlier.

These men were going to be threatening. They were going to make Superstars quake in their boots simply by showing up. Once The Shield showed what they were made of, no one would want to get on their wrong side, something I'd seen first hand by how quickly the group of jocks scarpered.

And if nobody wanted to get on the wrong side of The Shield, they wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of The Authority. They were the perfect deterrent, the perfect threat, the perfect way for us to show the roster who was in charge.

We were The Authority, and we had to be authoritive. The Shield would be the perfect way to show this.

Hunter had been spot on with his decision to hire them. I knew this was going to be good.

As Seth and Roman followed Dean and greeted Steph and the others, I watched them closely, Randy soon coming to my side.

"So what do you think of all this?" he asked me quietly. "Bit sudden, don't you think? What's so special about them that we weren't allowed to be told?"

"I don't know," I said, watching them closely. "I think this is going to be fucking awesome. The fans will love it."

"Maybe," he said, his arms folded. "They look a bit over the top. I mean, padded vests? Really?"

"It makes them look menacing, threatening, ominous," I explained. "And that's what Hunter wants. Besides, if Stardust can come out in face-paint and a PVC suit, I'm sure these guys can get away with a padded vest."

"I need to be impressed first," he said. "They need to prove they're as good in the ring as Hunter says they are on paper."

I smirked, looking up at Randy in amusement.

Randy was our current WWE World Heavy Weight Champion, and someone I'd known for years. He'd been in the company for so long and had known my brother for his entire career. I'd definitely consider him one of my closest friends, someone who was always protective of me because of who I was. If Kane was my father figure, Randy was definitely like a brother or best friend.

"Does someone feel threatened?" I teased.

"No," he quickly answered. "I just think you need to prove yourself before you get this high and god-like status. We don't even know if they'll be over with the crowd."

"Well we will see tonight if Hunter plans to debut them," I said. "But they have a good look, and people love a new faction. I think they'll do just fine."

"Hmmm," he said skeptically. "I'll believe it when I see it."

I watched him as he walked over to the water machine to get a drink. Randy had worked so hard in his career to get where he was, so he was always the same with new talent. A lot of the time he accepted them since they'd done their time in developmental, worked their way to the top of the NXT roster and had earned their place in WWE.

But The Shield hadn't. They had simply arrived. No hard work in developmental, no rise to fame in NXT, and an immediate debut on Raw. I could understand Randy's skepticism, but I'd witnessed myself what these men could do. I'd seen in real life what they were capable of, and I knew why Hunter had brought them straight to the top.

These men were exciting, they were engaging, they were interesting. And I knew he was right in his decision. Randy was doubtful, but I had faith in them.

Hunter approached me then. "So what do you think?" he asked.

I nodded. "I like them. Good move, big brother."

"Glad you approve," he smiled. "And since you do approve, how do you feel about helping them debut tonight?"

"Oh?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, my interest piqued at my brother's words. What could he possibly be talking about?

"I plan to have Sheamus go out tonight," he began to explain. "He'll talk to the WWE Universe, spouting shit about the briefcase and how Randy should watch his back."

Sheamus was the current holder of the Money In The Bank briefcase and so had been involved in a rivalry with Randy for a few weeks now.

"Go on," I urged.

"I want you to go out there, talk him down, put him in his place. Tell him to stop talking trash. Then when he responds, we bring The Shield out to back you up," Hunter said.

I swallowed nervously, not wholly sure about this plan.

I didn't like Sheamus; I didn't like him at all. I'd never liked him since he'd joined the company. There was something about him that unsettled me, that unnerved me, that didn't make me comfortable. I knew he could be quite rough and angry in the ring too, and I'd never want to be on the receiving end of anything he dished out. Many wrestlers had been put out of action and had earned injuries because of him.

So to go out into the ring, to shout at him, to back talk him, to provoke him… I didn't like the sound of it. This whole idea didn't appeal to me in any way.

"W-What if he tries anything?" I asked, my voice a little timid.

"That's what The Shield are for," he explained. "That's the whole reason for going out. We want him to react, we want him to start something. The Shield will be out there long before anything happens."

I sighed, moving nervously from foot to foot. No, I didn't like the plan at all, but I had to trust my brother. I knew he'd never dream of putting me in harms way and would never risk my safety for the sake of a TV show. And this was all to debut The Shield.

After how I'd seen them defend me in the parking lot of the coffee shop, doing it all off their own backs, I knew I'd be in no danger if they were ordered out there. I'd be safe, I'd be fine, so I agreed with Hunter's plan.

"Okay," I nodded. "It sounds like a good idea."

"Great," he grinned, rubbing my back. "Go out there, use the banter and mockery us Helmsley's are good at, and make this debut fucking amazing."

"I will," I smiled half heartedly, still not sure about this whole thing.

xXx

I waited in the gorilla, watching on a set of monitors as Sheamus stood in the middle of the ring, briefcase in one hand, a microphone in the other, addressing the WWE Universe. He commanded the ring and the audience well, I had to give him that. They listened to his words, they listened to him rant on about how Randy only had the title as he had the support of The Authority. They listened as he moaned about how Randy hadn't earned the belt, that it had been handed to him on a plate because he'd united himself with the right people, that he didn't deserve it.

I rolled my eyes at this. Randy had the belt because he was fucking amazing in the ring. He had the belt because he'd worked for years to perfect his craft and had the talent to be worthy of holding the gold. Sheamus was jealous, he was envious, and it was this kind of stuff I had to come out and throw at him in order to get him to react.

My fingers were shaky as I was handed a microphone, the sound man ready to start The Authority's entrance music. I took a deep breath as he pressed play, the music sounding throughout the arena. So I held my head up high and walked onto the stage, some of the fans booing me when they saw me, many others cheering.

The Authority were generally hated by the fans, and this was because we portrayed ourselves as the bad guys. Boos were what we wanted. But very often I got cheers. I didn't know if it was because I was a woman, it may have been because I was pretty. But most likely it was because on occasion I could be kind to the superstars. Sometimes I sided with the face wrestlers, and the fans seemed to like this.

Don't get me wrong, I could be bad and I could be a total bitch if I was ordered to. But if there was a tiny semblance of goodness in The Authority, it was me.

Sheamus, unsurprisingly, was not pleased to see me. But I hid the nerves well. I was a representation of The Authority and I planned to represent them to my best ability. I walked to the ring, climbed the steel steps and slipped through the ropes. I walked slowly towards Sheamus, a sugary sweet smile on my lips as the music died.

"Oh, did I interrupt you, Sheamus?" I asked. "Please, do go on. I was really enjoying that lovely little speech of yours just then. What was my favourite line again? Oh that's it - Randy Orton doesn't deserve the belt."

"What do you want, Holly?" he asked in his strong Irish slur.

"Well since Randy isn't out here to defend himself, I felt it only fair that someone come out to represent him and give his side of the story. And you know how we, The Authority, are all about fairness."

He sniggered then. "Sure ya are."

"So the line you said about Randy not deserving the belt," I said, beginning to pace around the ring. "I'll answer that by talking about the man's great talent. His 11 year career, his family wrestling lineage, his 12 world championships..."

"What about them?" Sheamus asked.

"Well lets compare them to your 3 world championships, huh?" I smirked. I could honestly play the bitch when I needed to. "I think this clearly shows that Randy Orton is four times the man that you are, four times as talented as you are, and four times as deserving of that belt as you are."

He growled then, his eyes dark, and he held up his briefcase. "He won't be so deserving when I cash this little baby in on him and take that belt from him. That will wipe the smile of your dirty little Authority faces, won't it?"

I tilted my head to the side, staring at him closely. "Makes you a bit of a hypocrite, doesn't it?" I asked. He looked confused so I elaborated. "Talking about how Randy doesn't deserve the title even though he went out there, fought and earned that belt by coming out of a match victorious, winning cleanly and earning that belt. Yet all you have to do is wait till he's unconscious on his back, unable to move, then you can pin him for the gold. Now tell me, in those two scenarios, which person is more deserving of the belt? The one who fought tirelessly for it? Or the one who let someone do all the hard work before swooping in at the end and claiming all the glory?"

The crowd reacted to this, seemingly liking my words, and I couldn't help but smirk smugly at his clearly upset and irritated reaction.

But that smugness soon vanished when I saw his anger hit its full level. He was pissed.

Shit...

"You bitch," he growled, throwing his microphone and briefcase to the mat, taking a step towards me.

I gasped, my eyes widening in fear, all the worry I'd felt about doing this segment all returning to my mind. He looked pissed, he looked livid, and I was genuinely terrified in that moment as he approached me.

Sierra Hotel Echo India Lima Delta… Shield…

I looked around, assuming the strange and new music that hit belonged to The Shield, Sheamus and I both looking to the stage to see who would emerge. The crowd were as confused as we were when no one came out, only for everyone to scream and cheer as the three men suddenly emerged at the top of a staircase, making their entrance through the crowd.

Well that's… different…

It was definitely an interesting way to enter the ring and the crowd seemed to be loving it. They were reacting well and it seemed to hold everyone's attention. The three men slowly began to make their way down to the ring as members of the audience touched them as they passed. Seth took the lead, followed by Dean, followed by Roman. All three jumped the barricade, surrounding the ring on three sides, all jumping up onto the apron in unison, causing Sheamus to jump.

"Who the hell are these guys?" I heard JBL ask in his southern drawl from the commentator's desk.

"I've just been informed in my ear piece by Triple H that these men go by the name of The Shield," Michael Cole replied.

"Who do they think they are, storming the ring like this?" JBL asked angrily.

"I guess we're about to find out, John," answered Byron.

Sheamus's face was a picture as the three men climbed through the ropes and came to stand at my side. They didn't utter a single word, they simply stood by me, towering tall and strong, their heads high, their arms at their sides. No words were needed. Their presence was enough to shake Sheamus in his boots. The Irishman looked petrified.

My nerves had vanished, relief flooding my body that they'd come out when they had. Now they were here, now they were in the ring, I knew I was perfectly safe. There was nothing bad that could happened to me now. So I got back in the zone, I became to Co-Director of Operations again, and I raised my microphone to my lips.

"Sheamus… and I suppose WWE Universe too, may I introduce you to some good friends of mine," I began, making sure to address everyone in the arena. "Roman Reigns… Seth Rollins… and Dean Ambrose. Together, they are known as The Shield. The Hounds Of Justice, members of The Authority…" I looked to Sheamus. "And your worst nightmare. So next time you come out and you bad mouth our champion and the powers that support him, don't forget who's waiting for you afterwards."

I saw him swallow nervously, his eyes looking at each man in turn, sweat dripping from his body.

"He's all yours, boys," I smirked, dropping the microphone to the mat, all three men launching themselves at him, backing him into a corner and beating the living shit out of him, really showing him who was boss and who they were.

They were The Shield, and they were here to fuck shit up.

A huge thank you to BrookelynnMV27, Hollarious969, Tantoune, R1verdance and AKABlossom for their lovely reviews about the last chapter.

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