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Monday Night Raw: February 10, 2014

Edited: 3/20/2020

Chapter Sixteen

"In coming." Dean could hear Angel's voice come through the semi closed door of the locker room.

"You're good." A few of the remanding Superstars that were still in the locker room called back to her, as they had started to do every time, she knocked on the door.

After a couple of seconds, he saw her head peek her head through the door, before she opened the thing completely and made her way into the room. As she made her way through the room, she made sure to give every Superstar that she passed a smile. And he couldn't help but shake his head at her.

"Hey, there you are." Seth looked up from his phone. "Where did you run off to?" He asked. After their interview with Renee, and after they spend a few minutes to calm him down, they turned to find her and she was gone.

Angel snickered as she crossed her arms. "I 'ran off to' talk to Stephanie McMahon because somebody…" She said as she made sure to look at him as she spoke. "Somebody had to issue an open challenge on live television without getting the ok first."

He couldn't help but smirk at her. "When do I ever wait for an 'ok'?"

Roman leaned over and gave him a smack on the back of the head, before turning towards Angel. "So, what did Stephanie say?"

A huge smile came to the woman's face. "As long as the set matches don't run over too much, your open challenge is scheduled for after the Usos verses RybAxel."

Dean had to stop himself from falling out of the metal chair that he was sitting on, he hadn't expected Stephanie to agree to the challenge. In fact, he thought Stephanie was going to barge her way into the locker room, with her lost puppy of a husband Trips following behind her, to chew him a new one. But no, for once the Authority used their heads and gave him the match…Well that was if someone was ballsy enough to challenge him.

"You think you can be ready by then?" Angel asked.

"I'm always ready for a fight."

A.A.A

Angel watched as Dean did some pushups in the hallway outside of the door to the public area. About five minutes after she told him that his match was granted by Stephanie, he had started to get himself all warmed up for it. He hadn't stopped swinging his arms around, throwing punches at the air and bouncing back and forth on his feet. And she couldn't help but smile slightly, even though he kept saying that no one was going to come out for the challenge; he was still pumping himself up.

Even though he said there wasn't going to be a match, she knew that he was excited, which she didn't blame him. They were told that they weren't going to have a match at all today, and now at least one of them had one.

"Going out in five." A crew member shouted down the hallway.

Dean's head snapped up as he pushed himself off the floor.

"Good luck out there, man." Roman said as he patted Dean on the shoulder.

A smirk appeared on Dean's face as he stretched his arms out. "Thanks." He cracked his neck.

When their guards met up with them, Dean was already bounce on his feet. As they quickly made their way out to the public entrance, Angel bit her lip. She wanted to say good luck to the man as well, though she didn't know what Dean would do. As they got to the top entrance, she took a deep breath and stepped right up beside him.

Reaching out, she grabbed his arm which made him snap his head back at her, while he cracked his knuckles. Those blue eyes locked on her and it was like she was looking up at a predator, and it took her breath away.

"Um…" She cleared her throat. "Good luck."

Dean cleared his throat. "Thanks."

She had to stand there, and watch has he dumped the bottle of lukewarm warm water that was in his hand over his head. While at the same time, Seth and Roman did the same. Once their bottles were empty, all three men shook out their heads, sending water everywhere and she couldn't help but laugh as she was suddenly soaked.

Wiping her face off on her sleeve, the staticky radio sound that started off the Shields theme song came on.

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

Her eyes locked back on Dean, who was waiting for the music to start before walking through the doors that were being held open by the guards. With a moment of hesitation, she started through the doors after him. Her sight was covered by the tunnel of people who lined the stairs.

Instantly her face heated up as she made it to the top of the steps. Scanning the crowd, she quickly started down the steps after the man who already a few steps in front of her. Keep your eyes locked on Dean. Don't worry about the crowd. She told herself over and over as she tried to keep her eyes glued onto Dean's back, but as she started to get bombarded with smacks on the shoulders and back, she founded it harder and harder to ignore all the people around her.

Just focus on Dean! She yelled at herself as her eyes started to wonder from the man in front of her. She didn't understand how Dean seemed to act as if he didn't even notice the hands that were reaching out to touch him as he walked. It was like he was in his own little world.

That was until he got to the barricade. She could see the man hesitated for a moment, like he was thinking about something, before he turned around.

Confused, Angel watched as his eyes ran up and down the stairs like he was looking for something before landing on…her? Gesturing for her to hurry up, he bent one knee and held out his hand for her. Her mouth almost dropped as she realized what he was doing.

Quickly making her way down the last couple of steps she walked up and stopped in front of him.

"Up you go." He patted his leg.

Angel's body felt like it was on autopilot as she reached up and placed a hand on Dean's shoulder. She felt his hand grab her arm as he helped her step up onto his own let. His grip was strong on her, holding her steady as she got her footing. After a few seconds of standing on his knee, she felt him give her a small push that made her step up off his knee and up onto the barrier. As she stood tall on the four-foot barricade, Dean stood up and moved, allowing him to readjust his hold on her so that he was holding both her arms. She glanced back at him, earning a little nodded.

She looked at the floor, before letting herself slip gently off of the barricade and land nicely on the floor. In shock because of what just happened, she almost didn't notice Dean hopping over the thing and landing next to her.

Turning towards him, she got to watch as he gave his famous cocky look to the crowd before making his way into the steel steps and made his way up onto the apron.

"Coming with us?" Seth's voice hit her, making her turn around to see him and Roman standing there.

"What?"

"Are you coming with us." He nodded towards the ring, however, he didn't bother to wait for her answer, before he walked pasted her and up the steel steps.

A hand touched her shoulder, making her look back at Roman who gave her a nod as he mouthed the word 'go'.

Talking a deep breath, she turned back towards the ring, to see Seth waiting for her as he held open the ropes. Not wanting to let herself talk herself out of what she was about to do, she practically ran up the steel steps and across the apron to Seth.

"My lady." He winked at her as he did a little fake bow.

"Thank you." She grinned as him as she ducked through the ropes. Standing up she looked around and immediately felt out of place. She knew she would never get use to the feeling of being in the ring, it was the one place that when she was growing up, she never thought she would be. It was just too surreal.

Slowly she made her way over to where Dean was standing with his arms out in front of him as he clenched and unclenched his hands. That cocky smirk was still on his face as he turned and looked back at her, Seth, and Roman.

"You got this man." Seth told him, making his smirk grow wider.

"You know it." Dean said as the music slowly faded out.

Roman said as he walked around him. "You're the US Champ."

"The only one." He said looking from Roman to the stage. "Now let's see if any of those bitches challenge me?"

Following their lead, Angel turned towards the stage which so far was vacant. Maybe Dean was right, it seemed like no one was touch enough to come for the US title.

"No one's man enough." He said sounding less cocky and more annoyed, as he started to pace back and forth.

"Give it time." Seth told him.

"Come on." Dean stopped and put his arm out towards the stage.

"Is everyone running scared…"

Someone's going to get their ass kicked. Someone's going to get their wig Spilt

Angel's eyes widened as Mark Henry's theme song started to play through the arena. She knew that he was coming back, they talked about it at the meeting, but the man was still hurt. When she saw him in the hall earlier today, his arm had been heavily bandaged. The last thing that she thought he would be worried about while making his comeback form his injury leave was the United States Championship.

Her eyes snapped over to Dean who looked taken back by the challenger that stepped up. The cocky look on his face was instantly gone and he brought both his hand up to his face and covered his mouth. "Oh shit." She heard him say through his fingers.

"Oh…Bad luck man." Seth said with a smirk as he turned towards his friend.

She watched as Seth and Roman smirked at each other before turning towards the stage again. She knew that they egged him on during the interview, just to get him to make the open challenge; probably their way of getting him back for all the stuff he had pulled, from the Royal Rumble to trying to steal pins. But she never thought that both of them would be happy that he was about to face someone like Mark Henry for the title.

Eyes landing on Dean, she saw that he had dropped his hands down so that they were under his chin making him look almost childlike as he frowned. She couldn't believe what she was seeing and would hate to admit and knew that if Dean found out he would hill her, but she couldn't help but find his reaction almost cute.

Though not as cute as the fact that Seth and Roman were trying to pump Dean up. As he seemed to calm himself down, he looked between his friends though she could tell that Dean wasn't paying any attention to them, his eyes kept finding their way back to Mark Henry.

"Don't worry about him." Seth yelled as Roman leaned in and whispered in Dean's ear. She didn't know what the man said but it must have helped, because Dean slowly dropped his arms and that childlike look that was on his face was gone, though he was still far from confident.

Sighing, she looked away from the trio and over to Mark Henry who had taken off his shirt and thrown it over to a little girl in the front row that was holding a sign that said, 'Future Diva Right Here'. Part of her wanted to praise the man for the nice guested, while most of her was fearing the look that was on his face as he climbed up the steel steps to the ring.

"Back up." She heard the ref yell at them as Mark went to get into the ring.

Feeling Seth patted her on the shoulder; she took his lead and stepped back, just enough for Mark to feel 'safe' to get into the ring without having the Shield trouble him.

Like the rest of the Shield, she couldn't take her eyes off the 'World's Strongest Men' as he got into the ring, with a smug look on his face.

One the man was in the ring and ready to go, the Ref came over to them and tried to push Seth and Roman towards the ropes. "Out of the ring. Come on guys, get off the mat." "Alright we're going." Seth put his hands up while he started backwards towards the ropes.

"You got this." Roman said one more time to Dean as he left.

Not knowing what to say and kind of feeling like they were leaving him for dead, she reached up and grabbed Dean by the upper arm making him look down at her. Before she could say anything to the man, nodded his head at her before gesturing for her to get out of the ring. Which she did, with help from Roman.

"Introducing first, the challenger." The ring announcer, Justin Roberts called through the mic. "From Silsbee Texas, weighting four hundred and twelve pounds he is 'The World's Strongest man', Mark Henry!" The crowd cheered.

"And his opponent." Her eyes ran to Dean as Justin started to introduce him.

Dean had made his way to the corner closest to where they were standing, which judging by where the cameras for the show were, it was the back of the ring.

Pumping himself up some more, Dean grabbed the top ropes on either side of the turnbuckle, stepped forward until he was stretching out his arms. She thought it looked like he was revving himself up.

"Representing the Shield, weighting two hundred and twenty-five pounds." Angel clapped as Dean stepped away from the corner, slowly taking off the US title to hold it up over his head. "He is the current United States Champion, Dean Ambrose."

"Come on Dean!" Angel shouted over the mixed crowd.

"This is mine." She could just make out Dean saying as he turned towards Mark, dropping the belt down, holding it against his chest. "This is mine ok. You got that?" He said backing up slightly as the ref tried to talk him into handing over the belt.

Quickly giving the belt a kiss, he did hand it to the ref. Once the ref had the title, he moved to the middle of the ring and held it up for the camera, showing off what was at stake. The ref handed the title off to one of the crew members on the outside of the ring before signaling for the match to start.

"Go get him!" Roman called to Dean making him look at him.

"You got this." Seth called as they both had those smirks on his face.

"I'm going to beat him." Dean said pointing at Mark.

She just watched as Dean started to pace around the ring while yelling at himself and giving himself a couple good smacks on the cheeks, and that when realized that she had never seen him this way… Dean Ambrose was nervous.

As if he was trying to prove her wrong, Dean went in for the grapple. Only to be easily over powered by Mark Henry, who threw him across the ring. Quickly, Dean got himself to his feet using the ropes and made his way across the ring, not taking his eyes off the man in front of him. She could see him thinking about his next move, how was he going to overpower the 'World's Strongest Man'.

Though the plan didn't seem to have changed, as Dean went in for another grapple, only to be thrown once again across the ring. Though this time, as he hit the mat, he rolled through the hit and quickly got out of the ring.

Making a big show of the hit, he walked over to the barricade and took a moment to lean against it.

"Dude what are you doing?" Roman asked. "The Shield doesn't run from a fight."

"I'm not running." He barked back.

"You got to get your head into the game. You can't go straight at him." Seth told him as the ref started to count Dean out.

"Go in from the side." Roman told him.

"You got to figure something else out, because that's not going to work." Seth yelled at him as Dean made his way over to the steps, giving a yell at the ref who was counting him out, making the man stop for a second.

As Dean walked back up the stairs and into the ring, Angel couldn't help but to smile at the scene that just played out. She knew that even though at first it looked like they were happy with the fact that Dean had to take on Mark Henry; Seth and Roman really did care about their brother and were trying to help him figure out a way of attack.

When Dean got back in on the action a calculated look was plastered on his face as he tried to figure out what he was going to do. But his mind seemed distracted him, which ended up getting him trapped in the corner by Mark. A look of alarm came to Dean's face as realized his mistake. When he tried to escape, Mark just pushed him back, smashing him against the turnbuckles.

As Mark went to throw a punch to the right side of Dean's face, Angel gave a preemptive cringe, however Dean was able to duck under the hit and weasel his way out of the corner with some quick thinking. With the momentum of his escape still going, Dean spun around and started lay in one kick after another on Mark's hurt shoulder. Even though she felt bad for the bigger man, she couldn't deny that she was glad to see that Dean was able to find a way to attack Mark.

After getting in a few kicks, the ref made his way over and yelled at Dean to get Mark out of the corner. Dean didn't listen. No, instead he wrapped Mark's injured arm around the top rope and pulled hard on it.

Though in retaliation, Mark smashed his hand into Dean's face and pushed him away. Dean stomped about half way across the ring before turning back around and made his way back towards Mark. However, when he got into range, Mark pushed himself out of the corner and landed a huge boot onto the right side of Dean's head, knocking in right to the mat.

Angel's mouth fell open as she watched the look of pure shock glaze over Dean's face as he tried to register what just happened. And she was on his side on this one; she couldn't believe that someone as big as Mark Henry was able to get his foot up that high.

Mark Henry reached down and grabbed Dean by the head and pulled to his feet. Once Dean was up, Mark through him into the corner across the ring, making Angel cringe as she watched that left shoulder hit against the turnbuckle, dropping him to his knees. Though it only got worse as Mark repeated the attack again.

Angel readied herself as she watched Mark reach down and grab Dean for a third time, though this time Dean didn't just smack into the turnbuckles. No, his body was sent through the top and middle rope, slamming him into the steel pole that held up the ropes.

She gasped for the man as she heard him cry out in pain as the camera got right into his face. Leave him alone! She glared at the camera crew as her, Roman, and Seth made their way over to check on the man. She understood that they wanted to capture every moment on camera so that the audience at home could see it, but why did that have to get an inch away from his face, as he practically hung there on the ropes.

"You alright?" She heard Seth asked as Mark made his way over and grabbed Dean by the belt. Coming to his senses rapidly, Dean scrambled to crawl out onto the apron as Mark tried to pull him back through the ropes. Though that didn't stop Mark, he just reached over the ropes and grabbed Dean by the head.

Caught, Dean threw a punch at Mark's arm which only gave him a second of freedom before Mark went after him again. With one arm, Mark grabbed Dean and flipped him over the ropes and back into the ring; making him land hard.

The air was knocked out of her lungs just by the sound of the hit, she couldn't imagen what Dean felt like after taking it. Which only made her all the more shocked when Dean was able to get back into the match with a nice kick to the stomach, when Mark picked him up again.

What is he made of? She asked as Dean landed a punch on the side of Mark's head. While Mark stumbled slightly from the hit, Dean grabbed his arm again and started to wrestle with it.

Raising a brow at the man, she tired to figure out what he was doing until it hit her…he was trying to take the arm brace off. And Mark knew it and tired his hardest to fight Dean away with his good arm. However, Dean was able to keep moving and twisting around so that Mark wasn't able to get him away.

After a bit of time of that, Mark gave Dean a good push on the back, but instead of helping, the push only seemed to make matter worse. Dean was now able to twist Mark's up so that it was easier for him to get the brace off.

Once he finally did get the thing off, Dean threw it across the ring and instantly started in on the injured arm, once again wrapping it around the top rope. Only stopping when the ref pulled him off at the count of four.

"Alright I get it." Dean yelled as ripped himself away from Mark. With the ref still yelling at him, Dean turned back around and started back for Mark; but Mark was able to grab him and flip him over the ropes, sending him crashing to the floor.

"Dean!" She cried as she rushed over towards him, though a hand on her shoulder stopped her. She looked back to see Roman standing next to her, his eyes locked on his friend that was on the ground.

Turning back towards Dean, she watched as rolled onto his back so that he was supporting all his weight on one arm, while he brought his free hand up to his head and clenched his eyes. "Ow…" He groaned as he let himself fall back so that he was laying on the floor.

"Come on, get back in here." Mark yelled as he slowly made his way to the ropes. He must have realized that Dean had no intentions of getting up off the floor anytime soon because he got out of the ring and trudged over to Dean.

Angel could hear Seth and Roman screaming at the bigger man, trying their hardest to give their teammate the opening that he would need to escape Mark's grasp, but it didn't work. Mark leaned down and picked Dean completely off the ground so that he was in a half fireman carry. When he turned and gave them a smug look, Angel couldn't believe her eyes. Mark took off running and slammed Dean's back into the metal pole of the ring.

As Dean yelled out from the impact, her hands shot up to cover her mouth. Fear raced through her as he fell face first onto the floor, arching his back in pain.

The match was done in her eyes, there was no way that Dean could keep fighting after that. However, quicker then what she thought was humanly possible, he made it to his hands and knees and began to crawl his way from Mark; who was slowly trekking after the man while shaking his head.

Once Dean had made his way over to the far end of the ring, he reached up and used the corner to pull himself to his feet, though Mark took advantage of Dean using the steel pole as a crutch. Walking up behind Dean, Mark smashed his head against the thing.

"Let go of him!" She couldn't stop herself from screaming at the large man from across the ring. To her surprise, Mark glanced over towards her as he did just that; he let Dean go and let him slide down the steel pole.

Only to reach down and grab him again and toss him onto the mat. Though he didn't let go of Dean. No, he reached out, grabbed Dean by the head and arm, and pulled him back towards the steel pole.

Still fearing for the man, she watched with wide eyes as Mark maneuvered Dean around, so that the pool was right against the left side of his ribs. Once he seemed satisfied by where he put Dean, Mark pulled him against the pole, literally bending him around the pole. It was like Mark was trying to completely break Dean in half. And all she could do was watch in horror, as Dean groaned out in pain.

Just as the ref was about to count him out, Mark let Dean go and Dean quickly slid away from the big man, towards the middle of the ring. And the crowd started to cheer for CM Punk. Which confused her to no end, but she quickly drowned them out and forgot all about the crowd as Mark made his way into the ring and started towards Dean. When Mark got in reach and looked like he was going to grab Dean, Dean got to his feet, kicked the man in the gut, making him bend over. Thinking quickly, Dean grabbed Mark's injured arm and delivered a DDT to it.

This was the change in power that Dean needed.

"You got this!" She cheered as he stumbled slightly around, holding his sore side. He looked like he was trying to get his mind back into the fight, as he shook his head and leaned against the ropes closest to the ramp.

"I can't stand this." Seth groaned as he walked away from where her and Roman were standing.

Can't stand what? Angel cocked her head at the man as he walked over to the announcers' table, but before she could realize what was going on, the action in the ring drew her attention back. Dean was going crazy on Mark's arm; stamping on it over and over. Which forced Mark to roll away and towards the ropes.

"CM who? Huh?" Seth's voice suddenly echoed over the arena, making her jump as she turned to see him standing there at the announcers' table holding a mic, while JBL, Cole and Lawler just stared up at him confused. "That's Dean Ambrose right there." He yelled, pointing up to Dean as he walked around the ring. "That's the United States Champion."

Angel was dumbfounded as the match seemed to hit pause as Seth yelled at the crowd for chanting CM Punk's name. She looked from the multicolored haired man to the man in the ring, to see Dean had climbed the ropes slightly and was egging on the crowd himself now.

"That's the man you all wish you could be." Seth said as he walked back around the ring. "And that's the man that all you ladies what to be with tonight."

She almost choked on the chuckle that forced its way out of her as she turned towards Roman, who was facing the crowd nodding his head. Well that was one way to stop the CM Punk chant.

"Did you get that out of your system?" Roman asked as Seth made his way over to them as the match started up again.

"I just couldn't stand it anymore." Seth sighed as him and Roman starting to talk about how much they hated when the fans changed for CM Punk when he wasn't even there.

Shaking her head at the two men, Angel turned back towards the ring to see Dean was being pulled away from Mark, forcing him to release Mark's arm, which he just had twisted around the ropes again.

Once again being yelled at by the ref, Dean picked Mark up by the arm so that it looked like he was about to put the man into an armbar, but instead he stepped over the man's arm so that he held it between his legs. Jumping slightly, Dean pulled the arm upwards and towards the left so that it hit against his leg, bending it at a very harsh angle.

The CM Punk chants started up again and grew louder then before. So much for Seth putting an end to that. She sighed as she watched Dean walk around the mat, pulling pu his pants slightly as he looked into the crowd. She saw a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he brought his hands up to his mouth and blew a kiss, before going right back to work on Mark Henry's arm.

A straight out laugh came from her as she watched Dean. Some part of her couldn't believe that the man was cocky enough to stop in the middle of his fight and blow a kiss to the crowd, but most of her wasn't surprised. This was Dean Ambrose.

His cockiness only grew as he made his way over to eth corner of the ring and provoked on the crowd again as he draped himself across the top ropes with his arms out. She shook her head at him as it looked like he was trying to get himself comfy, only getting down when the ref yelled at him.

After hopping down, Dean went right back to work once again on Mark's arm. He grabbed it and landed another DDT before putting him into an armbar.

"Tap out!" She could hear Dean yell at Mark, who answered by shaking his head.

"Wretch it up!" Roman called towards Dean, who didn't seem to be paying attention to him. "Wretch it up! Put all your weight on it."

Her eyes widened as she looked up at the Samoan that was standing next to her. Was he trying to get Dean to break the man's arm? Though before the man even had a chance to do that, Mark was able to fight through the pain and forced Dean up to his feet. However, once Dean had realized that he had lost control of the move, he let Mark go before landing a headbutt to the man's shoulder.

While the man reeled in pain, Dean stomped over to the corner nearest them. He hopped over the tope rope so that he was standing on the apron. All she could do was raise a brow at the man as she watched him climb his way up to the top rope. However right before he had gotten himself steady, movement in the ring caused her to turn towards Mark. Her eye widened, the man was on his feet and was making his way over to Dean.

"Get out of there." She cried as Henry reached up and grabbed Dean by the shirt.

"No. No. No. No. No." She heard Seth freak out as the look of horror came to Dean's face. With one arm, Mark sent Dean once again flying across the ring. The impact against the mat made her jump.

Almost instantly, Dean was making his way to his feet, only to run right into a clothesline, that knocked him right back down.

What did it take to keep that man down? She asked not believing her eyes as the man kept getting up right back up to his feet. Though as Mark grabbed Dean, she prayed that she wasn't about to get her answer. The big four-hundred-pound man threw Dean up on his shoulder, holding so that his head was facing forward, and his stomach was against his shoulder.

Once again, she could hear Seth freaking out as Roman cursed beside her, but she couldn't take her eyes off Dean as he dangled over Mark's shoulder. A sick feeling washed over her as Mark paraded around the ring, building up a little speed before flipping Dean over and smashing him into the mat with a running power slam.

The hit was so hard that she could hear the crowd behind her gasp as they watched Dean roll his way over to the corner of the ring, while Mark spurred on the fans. In the corner, Dean quickly used the ropes to get to his feet, while Seth yelled at him to do just that.

Mark must have noticed that Dean had been able to get up to his feet, because he turned around and instantly made his way over for another attack. But at last second Dean was able to get his foot up and deliver a kick to the side of Mark Henry's face.

Her eyes widened at the look on Dean's face; his light blue eyes had darkened, and anger washed over him as he pushed himself out of the corner. Dear god, how did that man still have fight in him. What was it that drove him to keep standing up after getting hit with one body racking hit after another. If Mark would have done to her what he had just done to Dean, she would be dead. And here was Dean bouncing back up to his feet for more. He really was indestructible.

"End him now!" Roman called as Dean made his way over to Mark with what looked like an overly cocky look. He grabbed the man's head and looked like he was trying to go for a running bulldog, only to be pushed away by Mark. The push made Dean bounce off the ropes and sent him back towards Mark who caught him in his arms.

Time seemed to go in slow motion as Mark hit Dean with a 'World's Strongest Slam'.

Oh God. She covered her mouth as she watched Dean's body bounce on the canvas, only to slam in Mark, and then back down. As his head bounced up and down, Angel could see the exact moment he went out.

Mark covered.

This was it.

One. Two.

As she counted with the ref, movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Her eyes ran from the out cold Dean Ambrose to Seth, who had dived into the ring and tackled Mark just as the ref was about to hit three.

The ref called for the bell and Angel didn't know what to do.

Dean had lost. This was the first time she had seen Dean lose a singles match for quite some time. In fact, the last time she remembered Dean losing was back in December against Big E Langston, that was way before she even joined the Shield.

That's when she realized that since she had joined them, the Shield hadn't lost a match and now that one of them had, she didn't know how to possess it. Though what was really baffling her was the fact that Dean didn't loss cleanly, Seth had DQed him. Seth had cheated and attacked Mark Henry right before the three count. Meaning that Dean had still lost but since it wasn't by one fall or submission; he was still the United Stated Champion.

And she didn't know whether or not to be happy about that or not. Mind racing, she watched as Roman quickly made his way into the ring. As the big man made his way across the ring, panic hit her as she realized that Mark had gotten his hands on Seth and tossed him out of the ring.

As she pushed her feelings about what just happened to the back of her mind; she tired to focus on what was going on. Dean had rolled himself out of the ring and onto the floor, while Roman made his way towards the world's strongest and probably maddest man, only to be caught and thrown over the top rope himself.

With all three members of the Shield down on the ground, she quickly made her way around the ring to help them. Only to stop when her eyes landed on Dean who was trying to get himself to his hands and knees. "Dean!"

D.D.D

Dean groaned as he pushed himself up off the floor. His arm hurt, his stomach and head were killing him, and his vision was still slightly blurred from the 'World Strongest Slam'.

Though he knew that he had rolled out of the ring and onto the floor; he couldn't remember what side, or which way his brothers were in relations to him. However, when he felt a hand grab a fist full of his hair, he realized that he wasn't in a good spot.

Oh Shit. He cursed as he felt himself being lifted up to his knees, only to be dropped back down to the floor. Instinctively, he backed away until he hit into what he knew were the barricades. Quickly blinking to clear his vision, he saw that Seth had saved him, and that he was now on Mark's back, trying to put the man into a sleeper hold.

With ease, Mark flipped Seth over his head and sent him sprawling to the ground, right next to where Angel was standing. Her eyes locked on Mark Henry.

What the hell is she doing getting this close to the fight? Is she stupid? He questioned, realizing that it was only Angel and Mark Henry left standing. And the big man's eyes were locked right her face with a smirk. Mother fucker.

"Hey!" Dean called out as loud as he could, making his ribs hurt even more. "Leave her alone!" As he tried to recapture Mark's attention, he noticed Roman had made it to his feet and was making his way around the ring. "Your fight is with me." He said as he pushed himself from the floor, using the barricade as a crutch.

Mark's eyes dropped from Angel to him, though instead of going in on an attack, he shook his head and turned away; which was the opening that Dean needed. Quickly he reached out and grabbed Angel by the arm, using all the strength that he could muster at the moment and pulled her towards him. Just in time, for Roman landed a spear on Mark, knocking the big man to the ground, right where Angel was standing just seconds ago.

Letting out a huge sigh, Dean looked down at Angel, who was just staring wide eyed at the spot that she was just standing and where Mark Henry was now laying holding his stomach. He could see as she comprehended what just happened and turned toward him. Though before she could even mutter the words 'thank you' like he knew she was going to, he pushed himself away from both her and barricade and tried to get his legs to work.

"You alright?" Roman placed a hand on his shoulder.

Only able to groan at the man, Dean made his way over to where Mark was laying and glared down at him. "That's what you get." He spat as he walked pass.

"Let's get out of here!" Seth yelled as he met up with him.

Dean nodded his head, not able to agree more with Seth. Looking around his eyes landed on the ref that was standing near the time keeper area, holding the US title. Instantly a rush of different emotions hit him as his eyes ran over the golden thing in the man's hands. He couldn't say a hundred percent what he was feeling but he knew he was frustrated. This was not how he thought the match would have gone.

When he made the challenge, he truly thought that no one was going to stand up for the title. And now here he was standing battered and bruised after being DQed from by his own teammate.

"Give me my championship!" He ripped the belt out of the ref's hand and slowly made his way over to the barricade, getting ready to make his exit through the crowd.

"Let's move out." Roman said as him and Angel brought up the rear.

Though as he nodded his head at the man, his eyes traveled to the titantron. He knew that the end of the match would be replayed and he wanted to see what had happened, because his head was still spinning and he wasn't quite sure himself. "Let's stay and watch the replay."

However, for some reason, the replay never came. Which confused him, but at the same time he could care less because his head was starting to pound with each moment that he stood there in the middle of the loud booing crowd.

"Let's go, we'll catch it later" Seth patted him on the chest.

"Yeah." He sighed as Seth jumped over the barricade and into the crowd. After carefully climbing over the barricade himself, he took a second to look back and saw that Roman helping Angel over, before jumping over himself. As soon as Roman's feet hit the ground the arena's lights went out, and the titantorn lit up bright.

Wyatts. He groaned.

Just what he didn't want. Sighing, he turned around to see The Wyatt Family making their way down the stage as slow as they could, as their creepy theme played over the arena. By the time the lights went back up the Wyatts were standing at the bottom of the ramp.

What the hell do they think they doing, coming out here? Dean gave his neck a crack as the crowd started to chant 'fight' at them. Out of the corner of his eyes he watched his brothers-in-arms as they all stood there staring at the Wyatts. It was up to Roman and Seth, if one of them made a move then it was on. As if he heard him, Roman stepped back over the barrier.

Well, I guess it's on. He smirked as he watched Seth walked around Angel to join Roman on the other side. Eyes landing on Angel, he noticed that her wide hazel eyes were locked on Bray Wyatt.

"Hold this." He said as he held out the US title to her, trying to distract her, even a little bit.

Slowly she turned towards him with a dumbfounded look on her face as she took the belt from him. Giving her one more look over, he jumped over the barrier and joined his brothers. Without communicating another word; he, Seth, and Roman made their way towards the ring. Standing so that they knees practically touched the damn thing.

Anticipation shot through him as the Wyatts walked up the ring. This was more like it. A three on three match with his brothers. Yeah, he liked that idea. In fact, he liked it so much that he found a way to ignore the pain that shot through his body from his fight that just happened with Mark Henry.

Glancing at Roman out of the corner of his eye, he almost begged the man to make a move. And boy did he get his wish. Roman reached up, grabbing the ropes to help him climb up onto the apron; which was all him and Seth needed as they quickly joined their friend.

"Let's go." Roman called across the ring.

"Come on uglys." He joined in the taunting as he let his eyes bounce from one of the three men in front of him to another.

"Up." Bray told his goons, and all three of them climbed the ropes.

Seeming fed up with the staring contest, Roman was once again the one to make the move and ducked through the ropes.

This is what I'm talking about. Adrenaline running, the promise of a good fight had brought his mood up, he was ready to go. As Bray made the moved to get into the ring, Dean could help but smirk as the crowd cheered loudly. However, when the man had was halfway in, he stopped, shook his head and made his way back under the ropes.

Instantly the cheers turned into boos as Bray told Luke and Erick to get down.

Oh hell no! Dean let out the growl that was in his chest as he and Seth ducked under the ropes, joining Roman in the ring.

"Come on coward!" Dean yelled out across the ring as Bray dropped himself off the apron and onto the floor.

Though nothing came of it, Bray just stood there smiling at him. Like he was watching his favorite movie play out or some shit. As Seth and Roman slowly made their way across the ring, The Wyatt's matched each step with one of their own. Taking themselves backwards up the ramp, only stopping when Roman and Seth did.

With a smile on his face, Bray held his arms out wide as he eyed up each of them, only to land on something behind them. Curious, Dean glanced behind him trying to see where Bray was looking, and his eyes instantly landed on Angel who was sitting on top of the barricade, holding his title close to her chest.

Angel? His eyes widened before snapping back to Bray. What the hell did he want with her?

"Make your move." Bray's voice echoed through the arena as the lights went out again.

Labinnacslove: Just you wait! And yes I'm a 100% with Nikki

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