S'up!

Hope you're all well, lovely readers! We've seen a lot of the nicer side of Dean lately, and whilst that's lovely and all, it's time for the return of the lunatic. We finally get to see darker Dean in this chapter again. This one was so much fun to write, so I hope you all enjoy it.

Lilygirl95 – They are! I love writing interactions between Holly and Dean.

Raquel the writer – After the embarrassment she's suffered, I don't think she'll be drinking for a long long time!

Tantoune – Dean loves getting the upperhand! And protective Dean is totally swoon-worthy

Elena – No, its not rude at all :) I have things planned out for all the characters so you'll have to keep reading to see what happens

Dutchangel1979 – Glad you liked the chapter. Any time Dean wants to carry me, I'll happily let him!

This chapter is named after 'Got Me Going Crazy' by Jonas Brothers

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

The first thing we were asked to do on Monday was meet in my brother and Stephanie's office for a rundown on what was happening during Raw this week. This happened every week so I made my usual trip to get a cup of coffee before heading to the arena and going to my brother's office.

Everybody was already in there, my trip to get coffee making me the last person to arrive as usual. So I smiled at The Shield and Randy on my way in and took my seat in front of my brother's desk, sipping on my coffee, curious as to what we had in store for tonight.

He ran through the schedule for Kane and Big Show before turning to me.

"Right, Holly," he said, flicking through some papers on his desk. "We are putting The Shield boys in a six man tag match against Sheamus, Barrett and Stardust tonight. We want you on commentary again."

Is he joking?

My shoulders dropped, annoyance clear on my face. "You've got to be fucking kidding me, right? You want me out there with him again?"

Sheamus again. Fucking Sheamus out there again and I'd be joining him. Hunter and his bright ideas were seriously pissing me off now.

"I know you weren't too happy about it last time," he continued. "So in order to further their feud, we're putting Randy on commentary with you."

Randy smiled over at me and I had to admit, the arrangement made me feel a lot more relaxed.

I hated the idea of yet another night in that ring with Sheamus. I'd pissed him off a lot lately and he was not the type of guy to take that shit quietly. But with Randy by my side, I knew it would offer me some form of instant protection. He wouldn't let a thing happen to me, that much I knew. Plus with The Shield out there as well, Sheamus would have very little room to attack.

Yes I hated the idea, but at least I had a decent amount of instant back-up this time. He was outnumbered completely so I knew nothing would be tried.

"Fine," I said. "I guess if Randy is out there with me too, I can get on board."

"Excellent," Hunter smiled. "So I hope that match suits the five of you. Once again, the match order is posted outside, so go have a look and good luck tonight."

We all filed out of the room, checking the match order and walking to our locker rooms in order to change for Raw.

"Did you have anything to do with you joining me on commentary tonight?" I asked Randy as we walked side by side to our locker rooms.

"I might have," he smirked. "I just saw the how terrified you looked last time and I didn't want that to happen again. So I tried to help sway Hunter's decision in my direction."

"Thanks, Randy," I smiled. "I feel a lot easier going out there with someone at my side."

"Plus it furthers my feud with Sheamus and if anything happens, it shuts Ambrose up about me not helping," he shrugged.

I rolled my eyes, wondering when this stupid animosity between them was ever going to end. It was so stupid and pathetic. I was bored of it now.

"Well whatever your motives are, Sheamus won't try anything tonight," I said. "He wouldn't dare."

"He tries anything, he knows I'll be on him in seconds," said Randy as we reached my locker room.

"We shall see," I said. "I'll see you out there," I smiled as I entered my locker room to prepare for the show.

xXx

Randy and I were seated at the commentary table beside JBL, headsets on, ready for the match to start. We were both geared up for what was about to happen, and I was eager to finally see The Shield in a match. Up until now they had been merely out for protection or to enforce Authority power. They'd yet to showcase their actual wrestling talent. But now they were going to finally fight and I couldn't wait to see how good they were in the ring.

"So we are joined on commentary by Holly Helmsley and the WWE World Heavy Weight Champion Randy Orton tonight," said Michael Cole as Barrett made his entrance.

"Thank you for having us," I smiled. "It's good to be here again, Michael."

"So we are finally getting to see The Shield in action tonight," he continued. "How good are they exactly?"

"You're in for a treat, Michael," I said. "My brother only picks the best of the best to go out and fight in that ring. And only those who excel beyond belief get to fight for The Authority. These boys are the best you'll see and they will prove that tonight."

"And we have, of course, Sheamus as part of the team they will be challenging tonight," Michael said. "How do you think our Money In The Bank winner will do, Randy?"

Randy scoffed. "I wouldn't call him a winner," said Randy. "As Holly explained last week, Sheamus is just lucky. The Shield will put him in his place easily. I trust these boys, Sheamus doesn't stand a chance against them."

I smirked to myself. It was strange hearing Randy praise The Shield. I'd never heard him say a good word about them since we'd met them, yet here he was acting as if the sun shone out their asses. I knew it was for show, and to prove to the WWE Universe that we were all united and had each other's backs. But it was still odd to hear.

Stardust made his entrance next.

"It's a pretty formidable team they're up against tonight in Sheamus, Barrett and Stardust," Byron said.

"That's true," I said. "I can't help but agree. Individually, Sheamus, Barrett and Stardust are top class wrestlers. But that's all they are. They lack one thing The Shield have, and that's unity. The Shield work perfectly as individuals, but they excel as a team. That's where the others will fall short."

"That's a good point, Holly," said JBL.

"Thank you, John," I smiled, Randy looking on, his face stern as Stardust's music died, the familiar sound of The Celtic Warriors theme filling the arena.

I stiffened in my seat as the Irishman emerged onto the stage, but I knew nothing could happen tonight. I was perfectly safe with Randy at my side. So as much as the fear filled my body, I knew I was stronger than it, so I quickly relaxed in my seat.

"Do you see Sheamus and his briefcase as much of a threat, Randy?" asked Michael Cole.

Randy laughed lightly. "Holly has more chance of winning that belt than he does," Randy said. "That briefcase is the only bit of gold he'll be holding in his hands for a very long time."

Sheamus walked around the ring, glaring at us, holding his briefcase up in the air for us both to see. Randy went to stand, but I placed my hand on his arm, holding him back, making sure he didn't take the bait and react to the taunt Sheamus was offering. He quickly took to his seat again. Sheamus sniggered, handing a ring-hand his case before climbing the steel steps and joining his team mates in the ring.

The crowd booed wildly, no one really liking Sheamus. He was vain, big headed and extremely rough in the ring. Plus no one had taken kindly to his disliking of me, so he automatically lost favour in the fan's eyes.

All too soon, his music died, everyone in the arena looking up to the staircase where The Shield would soon emerge. I followed suit, awaiting their arrival eagerly.

And then it came.

Sierra Hotel Echo India Lima Delta… Shield.

The fans cheered as the three men finally appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing their familiar black ring gear, marching down to the ring one by one.

They looked ready for a fight, their jaws set, their bodies tense. Each man hopped over the barrier, staring their opponents down steadily. Their eyes were cold and harsh, their enemy in their sights, only one thing on their mind…

Winning.

After seeing the softer side of these men in the last few days, it felt almost frightening to see them now. They were nothing like they had been previously. Long gone was their kindness, their laughter and their friendly cheerfulness. Now they were filled with determination, malice and darkness. They looked intimidating, menacing, threatening.

This match would be amazing to witness.

All three entered the ring, staring their opponents down, getting into their heads before the match had even begun.

"They have quite the presence in the ring," Michael Cole noted.

I smiled smugly. "You've seen nothing yet."

Dean set his sights on Sheamus, squaring up to the Irishman immediately, standing nose to nose. Seth thankfully managed to pull him back, Sheamus clearly not happy with the instant threat. But he stepped back and retreated to his team as the music died. Dean and Barrett decided to start the match, the other four men stepping outside to their respective corners.

The bell rang and the match began.

The pair locked up immediately, Dean getting the upper-hand and throwing Barrett to the floor. Almost instantly he was on top of him, beating him with brawling punches, Barrett eventually throwing him off.

"Ambrose seems rather aggressive in his approach," commented Michael.

"Well we saw last week how unstable Dean can be," I said. "You don't want to get on the wrong side of him, he's very unpredictable."

Dean rolled backwards, quickly tagging in Seth, Barrett tagging in Stardust.

"And now we have Seth Rollins," said Byron.

"What can you tell us about him?" JBL asked.

"Seth is a high flyer and the architect of the group. He's calculating and clever," I explained. "He's one to watch."

And just as I described, Seth climbed the turnbuckle instantly, jumping and hitting Stardust with a cross-body, knocking them both onto the mat, Seth going in for a pin. Sadly Stardust kicked out at one.

Brushing himself off, Seth soon tagged in Roman, the Samoan marching quickly into the ring, Stardust in his sights.

"And the final member of The Shield is Roman Reigns," said Cole.

"Roman is the powerhouse, a core strength to be reckoned with," I said, resting back in my seat. "The last thing you want is Reigns's fist in your face."

And just like that, Roman stiffened his arm and went in for the punch, knocking Stardust back into his corner, Sheamus quickly tagging himself in.

"Well it's quite a team your brother has formulated there," said JBL.

"Like I said, Hunter only picks the best," I explained. "And these guys are the very best."

Sheamus walked into the ring, squaring up to Roman, his face considerably angry.

Only problem was Roman was taller, bigger… and far angrier. With one swift movement, he slapped the Irishman in the face, Sheamus stumbling back, clutching his face. Roman slowly walked backwards, tagging in Seth, the man instantly going on the attack. He hit him with a drop kick, Sheamus dropping to the mat, Seth running and knocking both Barrett and Stardust from their corner.

Roman, sensing this as an open challenge, ran around the ring, hitting them both with a punch to the face at the same time, the crowd going wild at this.

"Just where did Triple H find these guys?" asked Byron.

I couldn't help but smile smugly. "Impressive, aren't they? This is why The Authority chose them, this is why my brother saw them and wanted them. They have strength, power, and so much unlocked potential."

"You can say that again," said JBL.

I noticed Randy had been considerably quiet, his eyes constantly fixed on Sheamus. He knew this was my segment and was essentially only out here for my protection, so I didn't mind his silence. I knew he was too focused on The Celtic Warrior anyway to be interested in questions.

Seth ran, hitting him with a super kick, Sheamus getting angrier and angrier as he tumbled from the ring, the force of the kick strong. Seth climbed through the ropes, joining him on the floor, attempting to grab him.

But this wasn't to be. Sheamus stood before Seth could do anything, grabbing him first. He looked over at Randy and I, a manic grin on his lips before he threw Seth in our direction.

I screamed as the Shield member headed towards us. There was nothing Seth could do, he was merely a weapon. Randy, seeing the trouble instantly rose from his seat, jumping in front of me, taking the brunt of the hit from Seth, all three of us tumbling to the floor. The ref called for the bell as soon as I hit the floor, the noise ending the match.

"Shit, you okay?" Randy mumbled from on top of me, Seth trying to get off us as quickly as possible.

"I'm fine," I said, trying to catch my breath.

"You aren't hurt, are you?" he asked.

"No, no, I'm good," I replied. "You took most of the hit."

"Good," he said as he stood, offering me his hand.

"Take that, vile little bitch," I heard the Irishman mumble. I stood, seeing Sheamus grinning at us from behind, quickly climbing back into the ring before Randy could grab him.

Though Randy attacking him may have been better than what was about to happen… because Dean had seen the incident and had already climbed into the ring.

He stood there, his body stiff, his hands clenched into fists at his side. He stretched his neck from side to side, his jaw tense, his eyes twitching. I watched with wide and frightened eyes as he bared his teeth, snarling at Sheamus who froze when he saw Ambrose waiting for him.

Dean seemed different than all those times before. On previous occasions Dean had been poised to attack, but either had the back up of his team mates or had chosen words instead of actions to fight. But that wasn't the case this time.

His entire being was tense, his eyes were cold and harsh, and he looked truly terrifying. I wasn't sure what this Dean was, but he looked truly menacing.

He looked dark, venomous… insane.

Sheamus looked at him, not wanting to back down and show weakness in front of the WWE Universe. Barrett and Stardust were still unconscious from Roman's punches, and Roman was down on the floor checking on Seth. Randy was checking me over for bumps and bruises but I paid no attention to him. My eyes were glued to the stand off within the squared circle.

It was just Dean and Sheamus in the ring… and I had no idea what he was about to do.

"You think it's funny to hurt my brother like that?" Dean asked, his head tilting creepily to the side. "You think it's funny to hurt the champion? To try and hurt a defenceless woman?"

"I'm just continuing a fight they started," argued Sheamus, a sentence which made Dean growl deeply. I could hear the noise from all the way by the commentators table.

And then Dean smiled. It looked sinister, dark, almost disturbing. "Well… it's a fight I plan to finish," he said. And before I could blink he launched himself at the Irishman.

He was knocked to the floor instantly, Dean jumping straight on him, punching him like he had Barrett at the start of the match, getting in every hit that he could.

But this time wasn't like with Barrett. Whilst the punches before connected, they did very little in terms of physical damage. With Sheamus, however, each punch was leaving his face redder and redder, each hit as powerful as the last.

And that's when it occurred to me – these weren't the type of punches found in a wrestling ring, they were the type found in a street fight or a brawl. Dean wasn't being gentle or technical…

He was beating the shit out of Sheamus with every ounce of strength he had.

"What's he doing?" I asked, a touch on panic laced in my voice.

"Shit, Ambrose is pissed," said Randy.

"Randy, he's going to hurt him," I said as Dean continued his punches, Sheamus not able to fight back at all. The red marks on his face were getting brighter until Dean finally broke the skin, traces of blood appearing on his knuckles.

"Fuck…" whispered Randy. "Those punches are landing harder than they should be. What's he doing?!"

This was getting too much, it was totally out of hand now. I knew Dean was a little crazy but shit, this was the last thing I'd expected. Sheamus couldn't move with the weight of another man on top of him like that, and Dean was now drawing a hell of a lot of blood, his face showing anger that proved he was not going to let up.

This was not good for TV and it was not good for the fans, especially the young ones. I had to stop this, I had to get in there and do something.

"This needs to end," I said, rushing from Randy and up to the steel steps.

"Holly, what the hell are you doing?" Randy shouted after me, but I ignored him.

Slowly but surely I climbed through the ropes and entered the ring, the crowd reacting wildly to this. I cautiously crept toward Dean, seeing first hand the damage on Sheamus's face. He'd need stitches for sure, blood dripping down his face and into his beard, landing on the ring below him. My eyes widened, the colour draining from my face at the sight of it, but I knew I needed to get this to stop.

"D-Dean?" I said as I inched closer. "Dean… I need you to stop."

He didn't, he continued attacking as if he hadn't heard me, his punches coming thick and fast, his mouth constantly mumbling to Sheamus about his anger over Seth being hurt and his anger about me being his target. I swallowed down the lump that had formed in my throat as I came within reaching distance of the pair.

"Dean, please," I tried, my voice shaky. "Dean, you've done enough. Let him go."

But once again he continued to attack as if I wasn't even present.

So with shaking and nervous hands, I reached out, resting my hand on his shoulder.

"Please, Dean… Stop," I tried.

He froze immediately, standing very suddenly and leaving a bleeding Sheamus lying in the ring, taking a step away from him.

He looked suddenly over at me, the action causing me to gasp, my entire body on edge. His eyes were ice cold, his face blank as he looked at my face. I daren't move, not knowing what he could do next. Dean was unstable and unpredictable, his mind clearly somewhere off with the insane.

Long gone was the kind Dean who had held my hair back when I vomited and left me painkillers to rid me of the hangover the next day. Now we had welcomed the crazy Dean, the dark Dean, the lunatic fringe.

His eyes softened a little as he gazed at my petrified face. "H-Holly…"

He looked at me for a few moments, his tense body visibly relaxing once he recognised who I was.

I wasn't sure how, but Sheamus had remained conscious throughout the attack, his battered and broken body trying to get up. Dean's head suddenly turned towards him, his mouth growling.

"Like I said, I fucking plan to finish it," Dean said, giving me one last long and lingering look before jumping out of the ring, walking up the ramp.

As medics rushed into the ring to tend to Sheamus, I didn't say anything, I didn't do anything and I didn't follow.

I'd tuned out the roar of the crowd, the sound of the commentators, and the way Randy kept calling my name.

I could only stand there, my hands shaking, my body trembling, my breathing shallow and laboured with fear, watching the brunette as he left, realising we had seen the arrival of The Shield, and the true side of Dean Ambrose.

Again, a huge thanks to Lilygirl95, Raquel the writer, Tantoune, Elena and Dutchangel1979 for their lovely words about the last chapter.

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