Title: Incognito

Chapter 2: Bad Reputation

Summary: When Evolution reformed in April 2014, The Shield wasn't really sure what to do to stop the powerhouse of a stable. An unlikely source sends the brothers to find something... or better yet someone… to help them in their crusade against Triple H, Randy Orton, and Batista. Only problem: Olivia Hurst was never supposed to reenter the world of the WWE.

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June 2003

"Awesome match tonight, Savannah!"

"You, Lita, and Trish blew the roof off this place!"

"Never retire Savannah!"

Savannah Sage smiled as she listened to the screams of her adoring fans as she walked quickly back stage to her rental car after the show had ended. Her platinum blonde hair was coming out of its ponytail and her eyes were beginning to droop from the exhaustion of the day wearing on her. Her ring gear, which was of light blue in nature and happily packed away in the gym bag she was now carrying, looked like it had almost gone through a paper shredder. Thank goodness she had knocked those scissors away from Trish when she had the chance. Why she had ever agreed to be in a No DQ match with Lita and Trish was beyond her, but she wanted to uphold the integrity of the women's championship. Savannah Sage was after all a fighting champion even if Lita played dirty and Trish was a bit of a goody two shoes in her opinion.

All she wanted to do was take a nice, long, hot shower and not think about what Eric Bischoff had in store for her next week on Raw. Just because she was related to Triple H didn't give Bischoff the right to try and kill her in the ring while defending the title by putting her in these insane matches. Sure, her matches with Trish and Lita were ratings gold, but it had been the same for two months now. She was positive the audience had grown tired of seeing the same old rehash of the trio fighting to be the best woman on the roster, hell she had grown tired of it.

Her heels clicked quietly against the pavement as she entered the area she had parked her small Toyota car. The black boots she had paired with regular skinny jeans and a nice pale purple blouse while covering her torso was a black leather jacket. She dug deep down into her purse looking for her keys, not seeing the person sitting on the trunk of her vehicle. Savannah was about to be made very aware of his presence as she yanked the keys out of her purse smiling in satisfaction for about two seconds before it turned into a frown.

"Hunter," she sighed in an annoyed mutter under her breath as The Cerebral Assassin jumped off the trunk of the car smiling sweetly at the petite platinum blonde.

"Hello to you to Sweet Pea," greeted The Game as he quickly approached her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Savannah maneuvered away from her father wanting nothing to do with him. The last time she had seen him, he had been beating Shawn Michael's into the next century. She really didn't care what he had been up to in the last several months after destroying Shawn's career. He had almost killed the man she thought of as an Uncle. Needless to say, Savannah didn't really care what the man standing in front of her wanted. The last time they had seen each other was after his final match with Shawn, so needless to say she hadn't been happy about what he had done.

"What do you want, Dad? Shouldn't you be beating the snot out of Shawn with your sledgehammer?" scoffed Savannah tasting vile in the back of her mouth when she called Hunter her father.

She hated calling him her father, a man that was her father wasn't supposed to try and end another man's career. She wanted him to be an ethical, professional, and loving man, not whatever the hell he was supposed to be. Whenever he came around he always wanted something from her usually related to whoever his opponent was or attempting to get his hands on the World Heavyweight Championship. Savannah had heard every possible plan involving her from The Game himself. From wanting her to have a fake wedding with one of his opponent to leading a different opponent into a trap established by Triple H, she'd heard it all over the years and every time her answer would remain the same. She never agreed, so why would he think she would agree this time around to whatever his game was?

"I'm starting a new group," explained the former champion as he stared directly at his daughter fixing her with a strong gaze as if nonverbally saying something somewhat threatening to her, "It's going to be called Evolution. It's a combination of past, present, and future wrestlers in the WWE. Ric Flair has already agreed to come on board and help me acquire talent for this venture. Before we go any further, I wanted to get your thoughts on my little business investment and ask you-"

"My answer is no to whatever you are plotting, Hunter. I want nothing to do with whatever you have planned," snapped an irked Savannah as she tried to walk away to her car, but the Game grabbed her arm causing her to stop dead in her tracks fixing him with an icy glare.

"You didn't even listen to my proposition," stated Triple H as he tightened his grip on Savannah's arm, "If you join, I can make sure you keep that precious title of yours. You can only be champion for so long Savannah Sage. Your time is up and some other diva will be in the limelight soon."

"Wow thanks John Cena," Savannah answered with a roll of her eyes at Triple H as the sarcasm dripped off her comment in vain. However, Triple H was certainly not bemused by her antics.

"I'm serious; you're going to lose the title sooner or later, then what? You'll try to get it back, but you'll be outwitted by one of the other divas. Then you'll be pushed to the back of line with all the other women. You might not ever be heard from again and only given three minute matches. Or worse made to compete in a strip tease match? You want to keep the title and your golden ticket to success, I can help you. Evolution will be your insurance as a way to keep your title and make sure you stay in the limelight of the WWE for a long time. Why not take out an insurance policy with us?" asked Hunter with a sneaky smile at the young woman attempting to convince her to join his little group.

"What are you getting at Helmsley?" Savannah questioned a bit intrigued by what he was saying to her.

"I'm getting at the fact that, you, Savannah Sage are only human and can't be expected to defend every possible threat to that title of yours. If you join Evolution, you'll have the insurance and security you need to keep your title. You'll also be learning skills and traits from the best in the business. Plus I think it's time I teach you a thing or two about how to play the Game? You know I have to pass the mantel down soon, I am getting older and won't be able to wrestle forever."

Savannah eyed the blonde man cautiously. Hunter was a sneaky wrestler and always had his own agenda. She could never trust him. There was no way for certain he was telling her the truth. Sure, she did want to learn his strategies and tactics, but at what cost, her sanity? There was a reason Triple H was called The Game and Savannah wasn't sure if she wanted to play it with him just yet.

She had come so far in this business without his help and hardly ever used his name. Every opportunity or chance she had been given was because she had worked for it from the beginning. Savannah had aligned herself with the most driven and dedicated wrestlers of all time, but sometime dedication and drive didn't get you championships. What Hunter was suggesting, now that was what got a person championships. She was an honest, just, and ethical champion. She didn't use under handed tactics or back stabbing to get what she wanted. Savannah Sage was a role model, but she was greedy and wanted to keep her title. Maybe Hunter did have a point.

If she took this opportunity, things were going to change for her. She wouldn't have to defend her title week in and week out. Eric Bischoff would finally get off her back and quit throwing her into shitty, almost deathly matches. She would be able to learn about the business from guys like Ric Flair and Triple H. However, she would probably have to turn her back on her friends and play by all of Triple H's orders along with follow his stupid decision making process. There was a heavy amount of pros and cons to weigh in on with this invitation. Her trust in Triple H was also lacking, but this was a big decision.

"Let me think about it?" questioned Savannah as Triple H loosened his grip and let go of her arm as he backed away from his daughter slowly. It seemed the Game was done having this conversation.

"You have twenty-four hours and then the offer expires, Savannah. I'll go make it to another woman wrestler on the roster after that. I'd suggest you choose quickly and wisely," answered her father. The King of Kings took off without a goodbye to his daughter leaving her standing there in the parking lot blinking in confusion as to what had just transpired between the two of them.

Things had become a whole lot more complicated than just having to contend with Lita and Trish for the Women's Championship. Maybe Hunter was right? Maybe Savannah Sage did need insurance?

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April 2014

"Okay ladies, excellent job today," said a cheerful Olivia as she patted several of her students on their shoulders as they exited the building. As the last one left, Liv took a swig of her water and walked back to clean up the facility. It was hot and stuffy inside, but the air still had a nasty nip to it as it hit her every time the door opened or closed from her gym. She began to pick up the extra supplies from the class. Besides training Indy women wrestlers usually didn't pay well seeing as they hadn't made it big quite yet, but Olivia loved her students nonetheless. She still had to make an income though and by teaching a couple of self-defense and yoga classes a week she managed to get by.

She had made up her mind a long time ago, the WWE was a place of mass chaos and evil resided there. She wanted to give back to her fans, mostly women, who had seen her as a beckon of strength. With a goal in mind, Olivia decided she would teach woman all across the country self-defense to ensure their safety. She got teenagers, college students, mothers, even elderly women. She did not showcase that she was the great Savannah Sage, just Olivia Hurst, your average trainer wanting to help protect women along with work with any talented young woman who had the passion and drive to be a part of her wrestling training program. Those young women usually found her classes online or through some of the Indy coaches, but never did she going looking to recruit students.

No one truly knew where Olivia was. Sure, she'd call Lita, Edge, and Christian every once in a while to tell them she was still alive and doing okay, but her classes took her everywhere. She always sent Ric a Christmas card from her travels, one year Hawaii, the next Texas, the list continued until present time where she resided in a small Wisconsin town. Liv had arrived here just before Christmas three years ago and had yet to leave the small town. She loved it too much for some reason, maybe the desolation, or the sense of community, or maybe the fact no one knew who she was.

Rarely, did anyone recognize her from her days in the WWE in general. The dyed hair and glasses helped to disguise her, but a lot of people had been quick to forget about Savannah Sage. Several months after her death, many people didn't recognize her since her face had faded from many people's memories. If they did recognize her, she would have to provide an excuse of her being a look alike, but as the days turned to months and the months to years, people forgot about Savannah Sage Helmsley, the daughter of The Game.

That was until three, huge, burley men waltzed into Olivia's gym late Wednesday afternoon as she was closing up shop.

"Excuse me," stated the dirty blonde who led the trio, "Could you tell me where we could find someone by the name of Olivia Hurst?"

"You're looking at her, bub," stated the petite auburn haired woman with shining green eyes, "How can I help you?"

Dean, Roman, and Seth stared intently at the daughter of The Game, but they didn't know that. She stood at about five foot six with freckles laced across her face while glasses sat on her nose looking about ready to fall off. Her hair dyed auburn was falling in her face as beads of sweat stuck to her forehead. Her eyes shown like bright emeralds as she smiled somewhat amused by the trio.

"No freaking way," whispered Seth to Dean as Roman nodded silently in the background, "What could this chick know about Evolution that nobody else knows?"

Dean looked at the woman who seemed to be in her late twenties, if not early thirties. She looked so happy and he was here to rip it right out from under her, but they needed her help, the WWE Universe needed her help.

"So are you guys just going to stand there and be all intimidating or do I have to kick your asses?" Olivia stated annoyed by the three men holding her up from leaving and going to go cook dinner in her apartment upstairs above the gym.

"Ms. Hurst, we need your help, we're from the WWE," stated Seth as Dean slammed an elbow into the youngest Shield member for blowing their cover. He watched as Olivia's eyes flashed with anger as she shook her head immediately knowing or guessing what the three men wanted.

"I should have known," she muttered, "Let me guess, you want special wrestling training or something, don't you? Listen you three; I only train women wrestlers. You three will have to look somewhere else for your needs to be met. I suggest Goldberg's up in Minnesota. So the answer is no to whatever your proposition is. Thank you, good night, and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."

All three members of The Shield blinked in awe at the woman, who had just told them no to their entire plan even before they could tell her the story behind it. Flair did say it wasn't going to be easy, but as Olivia attempted to push Seth and Dean out the door with all her might, Roman who was standing behind her spoke up.

"Olivia," said the large Samoan outright and somewhat nervous, "Evolution has reformed."

Just like that, Olivia looked at the large man as her green eyes dulled hearing those words. She may not keep up with wrestling anymore, but if that had happened good things were not going on in the WWE.

"No," Olivia answered in a small voice as she begun to back off from her crusade to push the two men out the door, "It can't be. The last I heard was Dave quit, Randy was insane, and Hunter retired."

"Oh honey, have you missed a lot," muttered Ambrose sarcastically as Liv walked over and sank down in a chair alongside the gym wall. Liv sucked in a deep breath and stared at the three men.

"Why don't you come upstairs for tea, gentlemen, something tells me we have a lot to discuss."

Quickly the trio followed the young woman up the stairs to her apartment above the gym. The three large men followed the auburn haired young woman and walked through a bright blue colored door leading into a small kitchen table where Olivia motioned for the boys to sit down. Hurriedly, she grabbed a plate of cookies throwing it onto the table along with putting a kettle of tea on the stove as she dashed around the kitchen trying to make her guests feel comfortable, in this extremely uncomfortable situation.

"So when did it happen?"

"The night after 'Mania," explained Seth as he took a sip of his tea Olivia had just finished pouring for him, "We should have known better…"

"But we were too busy celebrating to figure out something was up," sighed Dean as he shook his head in disappointment and gritted his teeth trying to decide whether or not to grab a cookie off of the plate, "We could have stopped them too."

"Don't blame yourselves," Liv stated somewhat sweetly as she took a seat at the table with the three men, "Hunter always liked to play by his own rules and you three must have looked venerable when he, Orton, and Batista attacked. Orton and Batista are always the muscle and I'm guessing that's where the bruises on your arms came from, right?"

The boys nodded surprised with how fast Olivia was catching onto their predicament. It was like she had once been a part of Evolution by knowing their inside strategy and tactics. Maybe it wasn't a mistake Flair had sent them to her for help after all. Olivia though had her own thoughts about her current predicament with the three men sitting around her kitchen table.

Liv looked at the three men surrounding her. It had been many years since she had last run with the dogs, but she knew well enough these three men were predictably wrestlers from just looking at their build. She guessed the one with the dark hair and blonde streak was the high flyer of the group, while the blonde was the brains behind the operation, and the Samoan was the power. She felt silly for asking her next question, but decided to anyway. She wasn't a mind reader, but she wanted to know who these three strangers were who had come and asked her about Evolution.

"Forgive me, gentlemen, but I don't follow wrestling anymore, so who in the heck are you?"

Astounded by what the auburn haired woman just stated to them. Roman, Seth, and Dean blinked at each other in complete disbelief and confusion. How could anyone not know who they were? They were some of the biggest stars in the WWE today, but Ric Flair sent them to this woman who knew absolutely nothing about them, but knew about Evolution. This was getting stranger by the second. Dean gave his Shield brothers a quick glance acknowledging there was something fishy about this entire situation. Roman picked up Dean's nonverbal cues, but Seth was floored this Olivia girl didn't know who they were. Well, he was certainly going to show her.

"We're the Hounds of Justice," Seth almost shouted as Olivia gave him a bemused smile and laughed silently to herself. WWE had sure gone downhill with groups giving themselves names since she had been there. These men looked more like the Puppies of Justice than Hounds. Seth continued on, not caring about the auburn haired woman trying not to bust a gut at him, "I'm Seth Rollins, The Architect. These are my brothers in arms, Dean Ambrose, The Lunatic Fringe and Roman Reigns, The Powerhouse. Together we fight all injustices in the WWE as we look to protect it from all evils including The Authority and Evolution. Together the three of us form the most dominant faction of all time, The Shield."

"And you can believe that," Roman quickly added on at the end while all three men rose to stand around Olivia's kitchen table holding their fists together in unison towering over her.

It took everything Olivia had not to laugh at the trio as they quickly seated themselves again; the three had been pulling the most serious faces as if they were trying to scare her into helping them. Ha, yea right, these bozos needed to check their egos at the front door. However, they did seem extremely passionate about their crusade to end tyranny in the WWE. Olivia knew how that story ended though and she really didn't want to have a repeat of it. Not to mention she wanted nothing to do with the WWE. It was time she made that apparent to these gentlemen and kick them to the curb.

"The Shield is it?" she questioned as the trio nodded excitedly at her, "I don't know what you came here for, but I can't help you with your Evolution problem. I'm not the person I used to be. Plus like I told you I only train female up and coming wrestlers. You three aren't any of those things."

Olivia explained as she began to rise from her chair at the kitchen table, "I don't know why you came here or who sent you, but I like I said I can't help you. Now I'll show you out. I think there's a motel about two blocks from here you can stay in for the night. I'm sorry you made this trip out here."

"Hold up," Dean stated as the petite woman quickly stopped in her tracks with what she was doing, "Ric Flair sent us out here to track you down telling us you're some kind of Evolution expert. Then we find you, you know jack shit about WWE right now, but you know everything and anything about Evolution? What gives, Lady?"

Olivia scowled directly at the blonde man suppressing the urge to tell him to screw off. She sighed and ran her hand through her hair realizing Ric had sent the trio to her. It hadn't been enough to send Lita to her those couple months ago, now he was sending young wrestlers for her to train. The next Christmas card she sent him, she hoped somebody shoved up his butt! Great, she thought to herself, now she was sounding like Hunter in her vengeful state of mind.

"Hey, I'm waiting for an answer!" Ambrose practically shouted bringing Olivia back to reality as she blinked at the blonde man standing before her, "You owe us an explanation!"

Olivia's eyes grew wide as she ground her teeth together in anger, "I owe you nothing, Rookie! I will not help you in your little crusade against Evolution; I have better things to do with my time. Now, get out of my house before I make sure the three of you can never wrestle ever again. Then you'll have bigger problems than having to deal with whatever sick twisted plan Triple H has for you."

The three men were taken aback, however not wanting to anger the trainer anymore they quickly rose from the chairs and made way their way to the door of the apartment building. Dean was the first out the door still fuming like a rocket after his confrontation with Olivia. Seth was next giving her a sad almost puppy dog like pout. Olivia rolled her eyes like that pout was going to work on her when she had practically invented it in the early days of her career. The last one to leave, but linger a few moments, was Roman. He was fixing her with a steady gaze attempting to understand why she was so angry and throwing them out of her apartment so fast. It seemed as though Roman had been staring into Olivia's soul there for a few seconds as a shiver went up her spine while breaking eye contact with him.

"We're not done here," the large man stated in a somber tone as Olivia again made eye contact with him. She was not going to be intimidated by a Puppy of Justice. If these boys wanted to play rough, she would most certainly play rough, "I know your hiding something, Olivia. Flair did say something about having to melt the ice around your heart…"

Olivia rolled her eyes not in the least amused by Ric practically calling her an Ice Queen. Flair could send all the little rookies he wanted, but they weren't going to change a damn thing. However, it seemed these boys were determined to get her help whether she wanted to give it to them or not.

"Come on, Roman, we need to find a hair dryer to thaw her heart! Maybe then she'll help us!" Dean called from further down the stairs hearing the one sided conversation Roman was attempting to have with Olivia. Again Olivia rolled her eyes not amused by the trio's antics. They probably deserved a good ass kicking from Evolution by the way they were treating her anyway.

"The Shield doesn't give up easily," Roman continued, "We want and need your help if we're going to have any chance against Evolution. We'll be in touch, you can believe-"

Before Roman could finish what he was saying did Olivia slam the door in his face not wanting to hear any more of his stupid motivational speech or whatever else that he might have had to say to her. Again Olivia took a deep breath and sank down onto the wood floor below letting her body shake with all of her emotions from anger to rage to sadness to frustration. She had sworn never to go back to the WWE. She had buried what was left of Savannah Sage, but for some reason, some really odd reason she felt an urge growing deep down inside her to help these three young men stop Evolution.

No, she couldn't. She wouldn't jeopardize everything she had worked for the last ten years to build. There was no way she would get pulled back into the world of the WWE especially given what had happened the last time she was there those many years ago. As much as Olivia wanted to help the Shield, she knew better than to get involved with them.

Lucky for her, the Shield wouldn't take no for an answer when it came to Olivia Hurst.

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*a/n: Thank you for the reviews, follows, and favorites! Shout outs from reviews for Chapter 1: War Paint go to- nolabell66, caylendar, A Wrestling God, Willow Edmond, aussieKayz, and Guest (glad you love the story so far!)

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