Welcome back! Chapter 10 is here! I know that it's been a little while, but it's here and I hope you enjoy it!

Smackdown: February 7, 2014

Edited: 2/14/2020

Chapter Ten

Dean cursed as he exited the arena. Here it comes. He turned around to face Roman. As his best friend walked towards him, he tried his hardest to figure out a way to talk his way out of this one.

For the second time in a week, he had made a fool of himself by trying to tag himself in as Roman was commanding the fight. His anger from Kofi's sneak attack had gotten to him tonight and he just wanted in the fight to take some aggression out of someone.

Though this time, Roman did get one over on him, he humiliated him in front of everyone by tagging him in for an easy pin. Which he kind of deserved.

Taking a deep breath, he readied himself for what was about to come, but Roman just walked past him. Raising an eyebrow, he quickly turned back towards Roman and grabbed the man's arm stopping him in his tracks. "Come on man, just do it."

"Do what?" Roman asked.

"Rail on me for being an ass again."

Roman let out a snicker as he shook his head. "Nah, we're even." He said giving him a good smack on the back before walking away.

Letting out a groan, Dean started down the hallway after Roman. He knew that he would forever hold this over his head but was still thankful that the whole thing was over. However, some part of him wished that Roman would have just yelled at him. He hated this passive shit.

Without another word, they made their way into the locker room and passed the few Superstars that were hanging out in the room, making their way to the corner of the room that they had taken over earlier in the night. Quickly he grabbed one of the folding mental chairs and planted himself on it.

With the stress about Roman being pissed at him slowly fading away, he realized that his head was pounding from the hit off the apron. Though he was sure that the kick to the side of the head didn't help.

As he gave his neck a cracked, he realized that it wasn't just his head that was killing him, his left arm was still giving him trouble. It had been bothering him ever since the hit he took on Monday, but it wasn't really a surprise seeing on how he never gave it a chance to heal before racing back into the ring.

"Good job out there." Seth called out as he walked up to them and clapped Roman on the back. "One more win for the Shield." Dean could hear the slight sarcasm in his voice as he praised them. It didn't take a genius to realize that Seth was embarrassed and upset about how the matched ended.

"Yep." He heard Roman chuckle slightly. The prick.

"So, what are we going to do about Wyatt this time?"

"Well, he does have a match tonight." Angel's voice hit them as she weaseled her way through the locker room, just like Monday her arms were full of ice cold waters.

Seth nodded his head as he took the water bottle that she was holding out for him. "Yeah? Well maybe we'll answer his call with another one of our own." He smirked. "Think you can get your hands on another camera?"

Dean nodded his head as Seth's eyes landed on him. "Who do you think you're talking to?" He said earning looks of approvals from both his brothers but not Angel, who was standing in front of Roman checking on the stitches that he ended up getting after the injury on his eyes opened again from their work out on Tuesday.

"You know, you could just ask to use a camera." She said handing a water to Roman. "You're still good." She patted him on the arm, receiving a nod back from the big guy as he took the water.

"Where's the fun in asking?" Dean leaned back in his chair.

Yeah, he knew he could ask for the camera, they've done it before. But for a street dog like him, stealing it was so much more fun. "You saw the look on Stephanie's face on Monday, it was priceless."

Angel sighed as she stepped up in front of his chair. "I was just trying to save you the trouble." She handed him the last water in her hand. Though when he took the thing she didn't move away, she just stood there in front of him, biting that bottom lip of hers.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "What?"

A.A.A

Angel swallowed the lump in her throat as she stood in front of Dean. How could a man who was sitting in a chair still be so large and still feel like they were towering over the people around him?

"How's your arm?" She asked while shuffling her feet. "It looked like it was still bothering you during the fight."

After a few moments of just giving her a blank stare, Dean shook his head. "It's fine." He said making a big show of rolling his arm, trying to prove that nothing was wrong.

"Well that good." She sighed knowing that he was lying to her, she could even see the very slight uncomfortable look that was in his eyes as he moved his left shoulder. "I was going to offer you a shoulder massage to help ease some on the tension, if you needed it."

"Nah, I'm good." He took a swig from the water bottle she had given him. "But thanks for the water." With that the man pushed himself out of the chair and started back out through the locker room without another word.

"Don't worry about him." Roman told her as he carefully rubbed his face with a towel being ever so careful with those stitches.

The stitches that she was still beating herself up about. She knew on Monday that she should have ran and got the medical team for that cut, but for some reason she didn't. And due to that, she let the man go all night and part of the next day with a massive cut on his eyelid.

"Yeah, we have bigger fish to fry then Dean Ambrose and his self-destructing ways." Seth smirked. "We need to make Wyatt realize that he doesn't scare us." He threw a sweaty arm around her shoulders before leading her back through the locker room for the fourth time today.

When they finally exited the sweat smelling locker room, she noticed Dean standing down the hallway a bit, leaning against the wall. His eyes were locked onto the same camera that he had taken on Monday, only this time instead of just being hooked up and ready to go just in case; the thing had a crew member stationed next to it. Probably due to the fact that someone had stolen the thing last time.

"How's the stake out?" Seth asked as he led her over towards the man.

Dean shook his head not even glancing at the two of them. "Stephanie knows us too well."

She sighed as her eyes landed on the crew member that was in charge of the camera. "Again, I'm sure if you just ask…"

"Nope, not going to happen." Dean leaned back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, there was a half smirk on the man's face as he carefully watched what was going on in front of him. He looked as if he was enjoying himself.

Though she grew antsy with each minute that passed by, Sheamus had already defeated Ryback in his match and judging by the cheers and yes chants that she could hear coming from one of the screens backstage, Cesaro and Daniel Bryan's match was already on its way. They didn't have much time left, once Daniel and Cesaro's match was done there was AJ Lee vs Nikki Bella and then it was Bray Wyatt's fight. They need to get this promo done, now.

Not knowing what else to do, she took a deep breath and pushed herself away from Seth and Dean who were talking among themselves and started towards the crew member who had turned towards one of the catering table and was stuffing his face with the different snacks.

Here's goes nothing. She sighed. It was time to test that womanly attraction that everyone was talked about. As she rounded the table, his eyes locked right on her. "Oh! Thank God." She did her best to sound surprised to see a crew member standing there. "I need a huge favor." She brought her hand up to play with the bottom of her hair.

She watched as the crew member put down the small plate off food he had and turned completely towards her. "What you need?"

Crap…She didn't think this through completely. Her eyes ran around the room quickly. She needed away to get him out of the area, to make an opening for Dean to take the camera, but how? Her eyes landed on Dean, she could see and feel him watching her intensely. That's when the lightbulb clicked.

"I was trying to find a heat compress for Dean Ambrose's shoulder, he really banged it up hard on Monday and it's still bothering him." She said not lying completely. "Though there aren't any on the medical table… You think you could check to see if they're any more in the supplies for me?" She watched as the guys eyes wavered for a moment. "Please."

Giving out a huge sigh the guy nodded his head. "Yeah, let me see what I can find." And with that he walked away towards the loading dock where all the extra supplies boxes were.

As she watched him walk away, she noticed Seth and Dean quickly making their way over towards her. Dean instantly went to work, trying to undo the camera from the tripod that it was sitting on.

"That was amazing." Seth pattered her on the back while they both watched Dean work.

"Thanks." She said in a small voice as Dean got the camera off and tucked it under his arm.

"Let's grab Roman and get this bitch done." Dean smirked.

D.D.D

Dean quickly walked back towards the locker room with Seth practically running in front of him, they had to grab Roman so that they could film their promo to show at the end of Wyatt's fight.

As Seth ran into the locker room, he stood alone in the hallway with the bootlegged camera. Letting out a sigh, he looked down at the thing. He had to give Angel props; he never thought that 'Miss Innocent' would help him steal something. In fact, when she pushed herself off the wall and started towards the production crew member, he thought she was going to ruin his fun and just ask for the camera.

He knew his jaw hit the floor when he saw her try her hardest to get the man to leave his station, batting those eyelashes, playing with her long brown hair, even giving him that coy smile and little giggles…..

Dean shook his head hard as he heard Seth and Roman's voices coming from the locker room. "We ready?" Seth asked as soon as he walked out of the room.

"Yep!" Angel's voice came from beside him, startling him.

He quickly turned towards the girl standing next to him. He and Seth had left her standing there, waiting for the crew member to come back with those warm compresses that she asked for. Since, she made the point that they never knew when they were going to need them. Either the crew member was faster than Dean gave him credit for, or Angel was. His eyes dropped down to the warm compresses that she was trying to stuff into her pockets.

"Let's do this." Roman's voice broke him from his curiosity and made him turn towards the big lug. Roman took the lead as they started down the hallways of the arena, keeping their eyes out for a dark corner just like always.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the WWE Heavyweight Champion Randy Orton." Dean heard as they passed the gorilla. He glanced over to see Renee Young interviewing Randy Orton and he couldn't help but sneer at the man. There was the bastard that just attacked Angel little more than a week ago and here he was doing another interview like nothing ever happened.

Which was probably because the Authority thought that making him run a stupid gauntlet between him and all the members of the Elimination Chamber match in the weeks leading up to the event, was a great punishment. They didn't even strip him of the titles.

What kind of a message did that send to the Universe, not to mention to Angel? She just had to stand there and watch the man that hurt her, practically get away with what he did. While knowing that it was her bossed that were the ones letting him get away with it.

Angel! His eyes widened as his head snapped back towards the woman who was no longer walking next to him. He let out a curse, when his eyes landed on her. She was frozen on the other side of the gorilla, her eyes locked on Randy as he talked to Renee. He could see the fear in her eyes as she just stood there.

Taking a deep breath, he walked back over towards her and put his free hand on her shoulder. "Angel." He sighed when she jumped before she looked up at him. The look of fear slowly washed from her, but he could still feel her body shaking under his hand.

"Sorry." She bit her lip, looking away from him which only made him curse again. "It's just…I know it's stupid." Her voice wavered.

"It's not stupid to be scared of a man who attacked you." He gave her a squeeze on the shoulder while also getting her to turn around so that his body was between her and Randy. "What's stupid, is the fact that you're scared of him while we're here."

Her eyes widened as they walked past the ongoing interview and over towards where Seth and Roman were standing. "When we said you're under our protection on Monday, we meant it. No one can hurt you while we're here."

A.A.A

Angel was still in shock as Dean pulled her away from Randy and over to Seth and Roman. She couldn't believe that she reacted the way she did when she saw him. Her body just froze in place. She knew that he had no idea that she was standing there, he wasn't even facing her, but there she was scared out of her wits just by seeing the man.

Thank god that Dean noticed her and came back for her, or else she might still be standing in that spot just watching Randy talk to Renee.

"You alright?" Roman asked looking from her to Dean and back.

"Yeah" She nodded. "I'm alright."

"That's good, we thought we lost you back there." Seth winked at her as they four of them started down the hallway again.

As they walked, she noticed that Dean was still walking in step with her, not making a move to step away. He was truly like a guard dog. Standing behind the person he was to protect, with a look on his face that told everyone not to mess with said person or he would bite, and she just so happened to be that said person. Which made her feel both kind of giddy and kind of nervous at the same time. Welcome back beetterflies.

"What about here?" Roman asked pointing to a small dark hallway that they were passing.

Dean nodded his head and held out the camera towards her just like on Monday. "Yeah, this will work just fine." He smirked.

She took the camera and followed them to the very back of the small hallway. "Is this going to go the same as Monday?" She asked turning the camera on and setting up for the promo.

"Pretty much," Seth told her as they all got into their spots. "Ready, when you are."

Making sure everything was ok, she started to record. "Good to go."

Much to her surprise, Dean reach out and grabbed onto the bottom of the camera making her pan from nothing to him as he shouted. "Wyatts!" She let Dean have control of hers and the camera's movements as he jostled it around while looking from Roman back to the camera, back to Roman.

When he finally looked back at the camera with those pursed lips he started again. "Bickering children, that's cute." He gave a slight smirk. "That you think you can say that to us. But watch it…" He paused. "Because you're talking to the HOUNDS, Wyatt Family."

Almost instantly she found herself thankful that Dean was holding onto the camera as his sudden raise in voice made her jump slightly. "You think we're too full of our own pride." He pulled the camera in so that it only showed his face. "You're right, we are, we have a lot of pride, because we are the best unit in this industry." His voice dipped so deep that it sent chills down her spine as he started to bounce around slightly, his voice turning almost sing songy. "When we get you in the ring at Elimination Chamber. We own you."

The camera was suddenly pulled towards Seth who stood at the far end again, his hands replacing Dean as he started to speak. "We don't care if you're monsters or if you're men. We are not afraid of you." Speak for yourself. She shook her head remembering what if felt like to just run into the man on Monday. "I'm going to rake the beards off your faces with the bottom of my boot." It was Seth's turn to get loud. "For one reason. You cost us the opportunity to be in the Elimination Chamber."

The camera was once again passed, this time to Roman who almost ripped the thing out of her hands as he pulled both her and the camera closer to film his part. "You just don't seem to understand. One of us…" He moved his arm around so that she paned from Seth to Dean, who was looking really creepy with his head down. "…Would have become WWE World Heavyweight Champion."

As soon as the word Champion came from Roman, Dean's head snapped up to look at the man. "Fortunately for us we know a few methods." He said once again moving her and the camera so that now it was him and Seth in frame. "For making people understand."

Dean's laugh filled her right ear as she felt his hand take the bottom of the camera from Roman. Quickly and carefully she moved so that the camera was fully on Dean. "So, now it's time for some justice boys, believe in the Shield." Stepping slightly backwards, she paned down so once again their signature fist bump was seen in the camera screen.

"And cut." She called turning off the camera. Her eyes landed on the men in front of them to see a mischievous spark in each of their eyes.

"That was good." She said hoping that her voice didn't shake as she spoke. It was better than good; she could feel the intimidating aura wafting from the three on them. It felt like she was standing in front of three predators, three dangerous hounds that were ready to rip out the throats of anyone who stood in their way. And right now, that just happened to be The Wyatt Family.

"Why don't we get this to a production member?" Her eyes bounced around the three men who were talking about the promo.

They all agreed.

"Another job well done." Seth said patting her on the back.

"Thank you." For the second time, she was surprised that none of them wanted to watch the promo before handing it off. But she guessed that was just the way they rolled, one take and done.

Turning around, she followed the boys out of the small hallway. After handing the camera to the closest crew member they could find, they started back towards the locker room only to be stopped by Stephanie McMahon. For some reason the woman had an ungodly way of just appearing out of nowhere.

Letting out a sigh, Angel expected them to get yelled at for stealing the camera, but instead the woman turned towards her with a smile on her face. "Miss Miles, if you have a minute."

"Oh!" She had forgotten about the important meeting that she was supposed to have with Stephanie and Hunter. "Yeah." She turned towards the members of the Shield. "I'll meet up with you guys later." She waved as she started down the hallway with Stephanie.

"Sorry that we didn't get to do this sooner," Stephanie sighed. "Hunter and I have been running around nonstop."

"Don't worry, I understand." She couldn't imagen just how much work she and Hunter had to do to run WWE.

"So, how was the first week with the Shield?" She asked as they walked through the door labeled Stephanie McMahon. Inside was a large desk that she knew the crew members moved in and out of each arena every week, a couch and a couple small chairs that sat in front of the desk.

"Fine." Angel answered as Stephanie gestured for her to sit. "Though to be honest, it was the most nerve-racking thing I've ever done."

Stephanie took a deep breath and nodded her head. "I'm sorry about that." She sighed. "I know we threw you into this position without any training or explanation, but you're handling it well."

Am I? "Thank you."

"So." She paused as she sat down at the desk. "Being that we're going to be pushing you into more of a manager position over being just a valet, I had a few of the managers put together a little folder filled with all the important information about what a manager is and what they do." Stephanie said as she pulled out a thick folder.

"Thanks." She almost sighed as she took the thing from her boss. 'Small folder' yeah right; this thing felt like it weighted a ton.

"The short version of your tasks as a manager is; you are in charge of your Superstar or Superstars in your example, inside and out of the ring. Anything from scheduling and accepting matches for your Superstars, to scheduling appearances and interviews."

Angel's eyes widened to the sizes of dinner plates as Stephanie continued to talk about what she would be in charge of. She couldn't imagen doing all this for one Superstar let alone three.

"To help you, we have ordered you a work laptop that we should have by next Monday Night Raw." She reinsured. "And if you have any questions you have mine and Hunter's numbers as well as a provided list of the other managers. Don't hesitate to ask." She gave a warm smile. "We don't expect you to be an expert on all this right away. You don't have to be so nervous."

Nervous….She was beyond nervous. She had to somehow manage three Superstars. Thank god that where one went, they all went. She didn't know what she would do if they weren't a team. "Thank you, Stephanie." She gave a slight smile.

"Starting this Monday Night Raw, we're going to slowly push you farther into the management position until you're good to go." Stephanie said looking down at her phone, a look of frustration echoed on her face as Angel heard her curse under her breath. "Sorry…Do you have any questions for me at this moment?"

Angel shook her head as she stood from the chair. "Nothing I can think of, but I'll let you know."

Stephanie smiled as she quickly gathered up her things. "Good, Hunter and I will be more than willing to help you." She walked around the desk and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure you'll do fine. See you Monday."

The air grew lighter as Stephanie walked out of the room or stomped out of the room. God save whoever she was angry at.

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