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Monday Night Raw: February 3, 2014

Edited: 9/4/2020

Chapter Five

Dean groaned to himself as he wrapped his tape around his wrist. There was only a half an hour before they had to go out to the ring, call out Randy Orton and declare Angel Miles under the Shield's protection, and wouldn't you know it Angel wasn't here yet. Which right now was the least of their worries, seeing that they also had to get ready for their match against Big E, Kofi Kingston, and Rey Mysterio.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm down and get focused. That's when a certain high pitch voice echoed through the locker room. He looked up to see Angel making her way through the room, pushing past all the Superstars that were trying to get ready for the show.

Well what do you know. His eyes ran up and down the small brunette that was making her way over to the three of them. He'd half expected her to show up in what amounted in his eyes as a bra, and shorts that were so short that half her ass would be hanging out of the bottom of them. Though instead she showed up in something that almost mimicked his own style. She wore a black pair of boots, pair of black skinny jeans, and to top it all off she was wearing a black short sleeve shirt. Not bad.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry I'm late." She tried to catch her breath. "I lost track of time…"

"You're here now and that's all that counts." Roman cut her off. "Now that you're here, let's go over what's going to happen when we go out there."

Dean pulled the one earbud he had been wearing out of his ear and rose from his spot at the table to join his brothers in the slight huddle that they seemed to have going on. He watched as Angel sort of stepped up to join them, coming close enough to hear, but still staying far enough away that she didn't seem like she was a part of it.

"You're going to wait in the gorilla while we head up to the top entrance." Roman said, explaining the plan they had talked about during their drive yesterday. "We're going to do a small intro, and then we will call you out. That's when you come down the ramp and join us in the ring. After a little more bullshit, you'll leave the ring and stand on the sidelines while we have our match. Then afterwards, win or lose, all four of us will head out through the crowd. Sound good?"

Dean watched as Angel nodded as she took a deep breath. "Sounds good." He had to give the girl props; she was scared shitless right now, but she was still standing tall, ready to do her job.

"Alright." Roman stepped forward and clapped her on the shoulder. "Let's go."

Gritting his teeth, Dean followed behind his brothers and Angel as they walked out of the locker room. This was it. After this moment, the Shield would never be the same. His eyes traveled down to Angel, who was walking slightly in front of him while playing with the bottom of her shirt. How did The Authority think that this innocent thing would be a good fit for their group of ruthless men?

When they got to the gorilla, Roman went over a quick version of the plan once more, to make sure that Angel was completely on the same page, before wrapping his arm around her shoulders and telling her to relax. "Take a deep breath; everything is going to be fine." After a few moments, Roman gave them a nod and pulled away from Angel. "We're going to head up now." Roman told her, sounding like he was talking to his daughter. "Are you going to be ok?"

Dean could almost see the wheels in her head turning as she tried to figure out whether or not she would be ok. "I should be." She nodded.

"See you in the ring." Roman waved as the three of them walked away to follow the security guards, who were in charge of escorting them through the public area. "Before we go out there, we're going to clear the air." He said as they walked. "Just because Angel is joining us does not mean anything. Nothing is going to change between us." Dean rolled his eyes as he realized that the big lug was mostly talking to him. "We…" Roman stopped dead in his tracks before turning right into Dean's face. "We are still the ones in the ring; we are still the ones making the wins and losses."

Dean ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth as he looked into his best friend's eyes. He hated how leaderish Roman sounded right now, and he hated that the man was right. It was just making him feel more on edge. His muscles were twitching as the need to move hit him, making him sway on his feet and rub his hand over his peck to try to ease the almost itching feeling.

"So, whatever beef the three of us have with Stephanie and Hunter for forcing us to have Angel as a valet, stops right here." Roman pointed down at the floor, his eyes turned dark with a warning, it was the same kind of look that he had in promos while they threatened their opponents. "Do I make myself clear?"

Seth instantly agreed but Dean didn't. He just stood there, locking eyes with his best friend. Yeah, he understood what Roman was talking about and understood that he was right, but he just couldn't let go of the fact that the Authority forced them to have a valet.

Though what was he doing kidding himself, he knew that even if they asked them if they would take her as a valet, he would still be pissed off. He didn't get along well with others. Didn't like to make new friends; that was why his, Roman, and Seth's relationship was special to him. And why he couldn't stand to see what the three of them had, change, and boy it was about to.

Adding another to the Shield was a big adjustment. He liked what he had, loved it in fact. Seth and Roman were brothers to him, ones he could trust, ones that had his back; no matter what. Though he knew that she wasn't going to break that, he couldn't stop himself from feeling like he only had a few minutes before Angel Miles changed everything.

A.A.A

Angel now understood why she had seen so many Superstars and Divas jumping around while swinging their arms about before going out to the ring. She felt like doing it right now. She felt the urge to dance around, jump, swing her arms, and move every part of her body. Anything to get rid of the nerves. It felt like her body was on a high, each part of her was vibrating as she tried to get herself ready to go out on live TV during the main part of Monday Night Raw.

"We go live here in just one minute." She heard a crew member yell through the hallway. In one minute, she would hear the Shield's theme play and it would be announced to the whole world that she was now the Shield's valet. In one minute…. Her world would change.

"You can't, Randy." A crew member called out behind her.

Feeling her body grow cold she slowly turned around to see Randy Orton walking down the hall with that look of pure anger on his face. A chill went down her spine as she watched the man. Seeing him at a bar after work was one thing, seeing him looking angry and like he was about to rip someone's head off was on a whole another level.

Backing up, she tried her hardest to make herself blend into the background as he grew near. Fortunately, Randy seemed not to notice that she was even there as he fought with the crew member, who was trying to stop him from making his way out to the ring.

"Randy, the Shield are already scheduled to go out before their match to speak."

Randy's jaw ticked as the man talked, and Angel felt herself start to sweat. Needing to get away from the man, she shied even farther back so that she was nearly hiding behind the large TV that was set up in the gorilla.

"I'm going out there either with you playing my music or without. I'm the WWE champ, the face of this company, do you really think you can stop me?" Randy stepped up into the crew members face as he patted the two belts that hung over his shoulder.

The older man just looked blankly into Randy's face before grabbing his radio that sat on his shoulder. "Cue up Randy Orton's music first…Just do it."

Still hiding herself, Angel watched as a smirk came to Randy's face as he walked up to the curtain. Her hand seemed to move on its own as it came up and covered the bruise on her face as if she was scared that he would see it.

I hear voices in my head, they council me, they understand, they talk to me.

Randy's theme song echoed through the place as well as her head, because stupidly she decided to hide right next to the speakers. Even though her head was now ringing, her eyes never left Randy as he readied himself to go out. He gave his neck a crack and took one belt in each hand before stepping out to the stage.

Only once she knew that Randy was out of the gorilla and was making his way down to the ring, did she slowly make her way out of her hiding spot. Quickly, she turned back to the screen to watch whatever was about to happen.

So much for not letting him rule me with fear. She sighed as she watched him walk down the ramp. The camera went from Randy who was showboating as he walked, to Michael Cole, JBL, and Jerry Lawler.

"This is really 'breaking news', but Randy Orton is not in a good mood tonight." Cole told the camera. "Over the fact he has to defend his championship against five other men in three weeks inside the Elimination Chamber."

"How could he be anything but mad, when it comes to the competition that he'll be facing; those titles are as good as gone in my eyes."

"Last week on Monday Night Raw, John Cena, Daniel Bryan and Sheamus qualified by winning a six men tag team match against the Shield."

Won by disqualification, due to the Wyatt Family. She sighed as Cole droned on about the Elimination Chamber match that was taking place in three weeks at the pay-per-view of the same name.

"Now that's not the only reason for Randy to be in a bad mood." Cole went on to say. "Just last week on Monday Night Raw, Randy had gotten himself in a little trouble by attacking a reporter during the after show." The clip started, and she froze. This was the clip that she had refused to see, and now she had to make the quick decision whether or not she was going to watch it now. Her eyes closed. And she tried her hardest to block out the sounds of JBL and Michael Cole talking about what had happened.

When finally Randy's music faded out, she slowly let her eyes open to see Randy standing in the middle of the ring with a mic in front of his mouth. "It's been a week now since the Authority has said I'm to defend my championship against five other Superstars at the Elimination Chamber." Randy droned on and on as he complained about how he was supposed to fight Daniel Bryan and John Cena again.

"Damn it!" Stephanie McMahon's voice echoed down the hallway making everyone turn towards her. She and Triple H were hightailing it towards the gorilla. "What the hell does he think he's doing?"

Angel stepped out of the way as the two of them grabbed mics from the same crew member that Randy threatened, as he quickly ordered over his walkie talky for someone to cue up The Authority's theme this time.

The power couple checked over each other, before standing at the curtain. They seemed to be waiting for the perfect time to go out. After a few seconds of them just standing there, Hunter nodded to the crew member and their theme song started. Without hesitation the couple stepped through the curtain and out to the stage. As soon as they disappeared everyone in the gorilla, looked back at the screen to see them looking less then happy with the man in the ring.

"Randy," Stephanie started. "You just need to calm down, ok? You have a history of self-destructing." Understatement of the year right there. "You over think things, you over analyze things. I mean Randy, dare I say this, you get a little bit paranoid. You do. And you need to reconsider. Don't bite the hand that feeds you, Randy." She told him. "Think of everything we've done for you. Are you really going to let all of this get to you? Come on, you're better than that."

Randy snarled and brought the mic back to his lips. "Hey, I don't care what these people think, Stephanie. I could care less, I'm out here week in and week out facing impossible odds mind you, and I still have these titles."

"We get it Randy." Hunter said sounding like he was talking to a child. "We all know, they all know, you come out here week after week and you say the same thing." Angel couldn't help to smile as Hunter belittled Randy on live TV. "You faced impossible odds; you talk about how unfairly the WWE has treated you." He paused. "Those don't seem like words I would expect to come out of the mouth of the face of the WWE. And not to mention your actions last week." The crowd gave a huge boo. "It makes us begin to wonder if there's not something too all this. Maybe we should put our faith in someone else." The crowd went wild.

"Randy." Stephanie started again. "At the Elimination Chamber, you are going to be competing against five other Superstars and over the next few weeks you are going to face each and every one of them in singles competition." Randy started to flip out in the ring as Stephanie told him about his opponent tonight. "…Should he be victorious," She rolled her eyes. "I can't even believe I'm saying this, we may have to reconsider him as the possible NEW face of WWE. And that Superstar is Daniel Bryan."

The crowd cheered!

Taking a deep breath, Angel turned her attention from the screen. She didn't really want to hear Randy complain about him having to fight Daniel Bryan tonight. That was the least of her worries.

Suddenly the curtain gave way to Hunter and Stephanie as they came waltzing through, followed by an extremely angry Randy Orton. "You can't do that!" Randy yelled at the Authority. "You can't just give me five matches right before I have to defend my titles in the Elimination Chamber."

The couple turned and glared at the man. "Yes, we can." Stephanie sighed. "And we did."

"This is what I'm talking about! It's unfair."

Hunter stepped forward. "Consider this part of your punishment for last week." He smirked. "And just think, if you can defeat all five of them in singles competition, then it should be a piece of cake to beat all five of them at Elimination Chamber."

Randy let out a deep growl-like noise before stomping off, leaving Hunter and Stephanie standing there. The two sighed and shook their heads before suddenly their attention was drawn to her. Angel jumped; after everything that had happened, she had almost forgotten that people could actually see her.

"Good luck out there." Stephanie gave her a smile before walking away with her husband.

Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta. Shield.

The Shield's theme played over top of Michael Cole and JBL talking about the tag team match between the Rhodes brothers and the New Age Outlaws.

Instantly, something that was a mix of that fluttery butterfly feeling and a wave of nausea hit her stomach. She watched as the camera found the men who were making their way through the crowd. God, they looked ticked off, and part of her wondered if it was because of her.

As they got to the bottom, they each made their way over the barricade in their own style; Seth did his flippy roll thing, Dean did a running jump, and Roman basically climbed over with ease. When Roman's feet touched ground on the other side of the barricade, a camera crew was there to get the intense look in his eyes. Which only grew darker as he glared at the crew. Shaking his head, Roman turned his attention from them to the announcers' table.

Stalking over to JBL and Michael Cole, he gave them a tough look before snatching a mic from the table and turning back for the ring. Once inside, he brought the mic up to his face and started what Angel guessed, was going to be her introduction. "Before we get to the fight." Roman's deep voice echoed through the arena. "We have something we need to do." He passed the mic to Seth.

"Last week," Seth started as he glared at the camera. "during the after show of Monday Night Raw. Mr. Champions of Champions, that just so happened to be out here not too long ago, Randy Orton. He did something so unfathomable for one that calls himself 'the best'. He lost his temper with the reporter that was conducting his interview and attacked her." The crowd raged out with boos.

Overwhelmed, Angel brought her hand up and covered her mouth when movement from the side of the screen grabbed her attention. It was Dean, who was stomping around the ring, arms, shoulders and neck twitching with anger as he paced. "He attacked her. Punched her in the face and then threw her over the ropes and into the announcers' table." Seth kept going. "And being the Hounds of Justice, we didn't think that was acceptable behaver for the 'Face of WWE', let alone anyone. So, we stand before you to say…" The camera suddenly zoomed in on Seth's face. "Why don't you quit your moaning over defending your title and come out here and be a real man."

Dean ripped the mic out of Seth's hands. "Randy Orton, why don't you come out here RIGHT NOW and we'll show you what happens when you mess with a woman." His voice grew louder with each word. "Why don't you come out here and show us just how big of a man YOU ARE!" With all the bad mouthing, she expected Randy to come running out to defend himself, but he didn't.

"Oh, and one more thing." Dean's voice grew dark. "I wouldn't touch her again if I were you." His wild blue eyes locked right onto the camera. "She's under our protection now."

The crowd cheered as Dean passed the mic back to Roman. She watched as the two teammates locked eyes before Roman brought the mic to his lips and turned towards the ramp. "Isn't that right, Angel?"

Her name was called. Alright, this is it. Her body turned cold and seemed to move on autopilot as she walked through the curtains. As she stepped out onto the stage, the air was knocked from her lungs as she heard the almost deafening cheers and claps that filled the arena. Looking around in awe, her eyes landed on the ring where Seth and Roman stood gesturing for her to join them. Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself forward and started down the ramp.

"Oh my god!"

"It's Angel Miles!"

"It is and she's dressed in full black just like the Shield."

"Look at that bruise."

She could hear the fans that lined the ramp yell as she walked. And suddenly those butterflies in her stomach turned into what felt more like bees as she got to the end of the ramp. Trying to calm herself, she turned towards the steel steps. However, when she took the first step up, she grew dizzy from all the mixed emotions that were running through her. Quickly, she reached out for the corner pole to help her climb, and that's when she noticed that Seth and Dean were standing there waiting for her. As she stepped up onto the apron, both men sat down on the middle rope and used their arms to push the top one up for her, giving her more than ample room to duck through.

She was taken back; this wasn't the welcoming that she was expecting. Especially not from Dean. Not after the way he had been acting towards her. She gave him a questioned look as she stepped through. As soon as both her feet landed on the mat, they practically jumped from the ropes and walked over to flank her sides. Still unsure with what was going on, she took a deep breath and started towards where Roman stood. Seth and Dean walked with her, locked to her sides, like guard dogs. When she made it to the middle of the ring, Roman joined them, stepping between her and Dean.

Her attention was dragged away from the three men around her as the fans' cheers seemed to get louder. Which only made her jump more when she felt two strong grips on her wrists. Before she could look down, her arms were suddenly raised in the air. She glanced at the men at her sides as the fans started to chant 'welcome back'. If she felt overwhelmed before then, she didn't have a word for what she was feeling now. She couldn't believe that she was standing in the middle of a WWE ring, looking out into the crowd, with Roman and Seth holding her arms up in victory while Dean stood behind them trying to get the fans more riled up. It was amazing.

However, all those good feelings came rushing to a halt as she heard the two words that Roman whispered into her ears. "Your turn."

D.D.D

Dean watched as Roman handed off the mic to Angel, who looked like she did when Randy had punched her, shocked and scared. Shit, she's freezing. He sighed as he rounded the trio. He was about to do some quick and clever thinking, when she raised the mic to her mouth and took a deep breath. "Hello Everyone!" She called and the crowd went wild. "Wow, that's quite a welcoming." She laughed.

Now it was his turn to be taken back. He couldn't believe how unnaturally natural she looked on the mic. There was no sign of the fear that was just racking through her moments before.

"I just wanted to say, thank you all for the sweet fan mail you've been sending into the WWE, asking about me, and wondering if I'm ok. It's so sweet to know that the WWE Universe cares that much about me. I also want to thank my new friends, the Shield." She held her free arm out wide and once again the crowd cheered. "So, thank you, Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, and Dean Ambrose." She said looking at each of them in the eyes. However, when it was his turned to be under those bright hazel eyes, Dean couldn't help but look away. "Thank you for being there for me when I needed you, and for taking me under your wing." She said in the sincerest voice that he had ever heard. "And one more time I want to thank all of you out there in the WWE Universe for being on my side of the ring this last week."

When he finally looked back at the woman, he saw her looking around with a huge smile on her face. He might have thought she looked innocent and sweet before, but right now she looked like those words personified. And the crowd was eating her up.

"Now!" She yelled into the mic. "Boys, show them what you got." The crowd went wild. Even as he heard Michael Cole talking to JBL and Jerry Lawler about how he was surprised to see Angel back to work so soon, and working with the Shield; he couldn't stop watching Angel as she fumbled with the mic. A blush filled her face as she fought to get the thing turned off. He could tell when she got it, because she suddenly looked up to Roman and Seth who were still praising her for the good promo and smiled. After each man gave her a pat on the shoulder, he noticed that Roman pointed towards him, though he knew or at least hoped that he was really pointing to the corner of the ring, where she was to stand during the match.

Be nice. He told himself as she started over towards him. "Did good." He called out when she got into ear shot.

"Thanks." She blinked up at him.

"Yeah, don't mention it." He said sitting down on the middle rope as he held open the top one for her, just like he and Seth had when she came down. Those hazel eyes landed on him and god damn, did that smile on her face grow as she thanked him once again.

He watched as she ducked through the ropes and maneuvered herself around, so she was sitting on the edge of the apron. She grabbed onto the bottom rope and let herself slide down to the floor, landing on her feet. Well kind of. She didn't quite stick the landing and stumbled a few steps away. He couldn't help but notice the bright blush that was now working its way down her neck. Trying to brush it off, she turned around and raised her hands to her mouth. "Go get them!"

Not able to stop the snicker that came from him, Dean shook his head as he watched her walk up to the announcers' table and give the mic back. Even the way she walked had an innocent way about it. Quickly, he shook his head and let go of the ropes. He needed to get his mind back on the fight that was at hand.

Giving his neck a crack, he walked up to where Seth and Roman were. "She did good." Roman said as he gripped the top of his vest and swayed on his feet, which meant that he was ready to go and itching for a fight. "You have to give her that."

"Yeah, she did good." Dean admitted.

Seth patted him on the back as he played with his gloves. "You ready for this?"

"Born." He smirked.

Brookeworm3: I don't know about you but I love slow burns. It make it more realistic and make you want it more.

Skovko: Yes the friendship is slowly blossoming!