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Monday Night Raw: February 17, 2014
Edited: 7/6/19
Chapter Twenty Two
This game belongs to me…and so does your little lamb.
The words echoed in Angel's head over and over as she slowly walked through the public area of the arena with Dean, Seth, and Roman. They were trying to make their way backstage to the locker room, she could hear the few fans that were in the lobby waiting for them, cheering, and booing. Though she paid no attention to them, she couldn't bring her mind off of whatever Bray Wyatt meant.
Little Lamb? Those were the words that Bray Wyatt seemed to nickname her in his own way, calling her 'little lamb' almost every time they ran into each other. Swallowing the quickly forming lump in her throat, she answered the question that was bouncing in her head and didn't like the answer. He was talking about her. She was the Shield's little lamb which meant that he thought that she belonged to him? What did that even mean? What did he want with her? Part of her didn't want to know, just the thought of 'belonging' to Bray Wyatt sent chill ran down her spine and made her stomach started to turn.
"Angel?" Roman's voice knocked her from her thoughts.
"Huh?" She blinked up at the big man that was walking slightly in front of her.
"Did you hear anything that I said?" He raised an eyebrow at her as they walked up to the security guards, that were stationed at the doors to the backstage arena.
Sighing she shook her head. "Sorry, I was in my own little world." A world that she didn't want to be a part of.
After saying thank you to the two guards that held open the door for them, they made their way into the backstage area. The door closed behind them and all the noise from the public area hushed.
They only made it a few steps into the backstage area when she almost ran into Roman who stopped dead in his tracks. Blinking, Angel looked up to see all three members of her team had stopped and were now looking at her.
"Are you ok, Babygirl?" Roman sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck.
Facing growing hot under their stares, she gave a nervous laugh. "Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?"
"I just wanted to know if you had anything else scheduled for tonight or if we could just pack up and head out."
"I mean, nothing scheduled, but what about the rest of the show?" She asked.
Seth shrugged his shoulders. "We already did our interview and finished the our match, I don't think we're going to be needed anymore."
took a deep breath. Getting out of here did sound good. Especially since that meant it would get her away from Bray Wyatt at least for a little while. "Yeah, we can head out." She nodded her head.
After she answered she expected them to start down the hallway again, but they didn't; they just stood there looking at her with raised eyebrows.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Roman shook his head. "Angel, I would just tell us what's on your mind before Deano here cuts open his hand again." He gestured over to Dean who was standing a bit away from them with his eyes plastered to the floor, looking like he was deep in thought.
"It's nothing really," She answered quickly, not sure if Roman was joking or not. "It's just Bray."
"Bray?" Dean's head snapped up and those blue eyes pierced straight through her. "What about Bray?" His voice seemed deeper than normal, and she could visually see his jaw tick as he clenched his teeth.
A sigh behind her and a heavy hand on her shoulder brought her away from the seething man back towards Seth and Roman who were shaking their heads. "You don't have to worry about him anymore."
"He's right." Seth agreed. "We're going to make sure that he never touches you again."
A small smile worked its way onto her face as she looked at the three men in front of her. She had once compared them to guard dogs and the look that was in their eyes just fueled the comparison even more. It was like they were swearing their loyalty to her right then and there, and they didn't know how much that meant to her.
"I know, it's just when he said that I was his…."
"God damn it." Dean barked making her jump slightly. "I knew it, I fucking knew it."
Roman turned towards his friend with a frown on his face. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"'Your little lamb.'" Dean ran his fingers through his hair as he started to pace back and forth. "I knew that it sounded familiar, that I should know what he was talking about. He was talking about her."
"What do you mean he was talking about her?" Seth questioned. "I thought he was talking about your title or some shit."
"Nah." Dean shook his head. "When I interrupted Bray on Friday, I heard him call her little lamb, I just didn't put two and two together." He said with a curse. Her eyes widened as Dean started to swing his arms out, hitting anything and everything he could as he mumbled choice words under his breath.
Seth sighed. "This is worse than we thought."
"What's worse?" She asked not taking her eyes off Dean.
Roman sighed. "We figure that Bray was just using you to get to us. Like he was messing with you to stir us up and that he was going to stop once our match on Sunday was over, but now…I'm not so sure."
A chill shot down her back. She had the same notion of Bray using her to get to them, but to hear Seth say that he wasn't sure anymore what Bray's intention was when it came to her made her head spin.
"Standing here isn't going to help with anything." Roman said as he walked over towards Dean. "Why don't we head to the locker room and get packed up like we said. We have an hour drive, that's plenty of time to figure out what the hell to do with Bray."
"I keep telling you what we're going to do. We're going to kick his ass!" Dean said with a snark on his face. "Beat him to an inch of his life and maybe he'll realize that this isn't a game and that he's messing with the wrong person."
Her mouth dropped as her eyes bounced from person to person, she could tell that even as Seth and Roman shook their heads at Dean, their eyes seemed to agree with his plan.
Without another word, Roman lead them down the hallway towards the locker room. And that's when she noticed something strange; Roman and Seth had taken up positions on either side of Dean, like they were escorting him like he was a criminal.
But then again, she had never seen Dean this angry. His eyes were dark, his body twitched, she could hear his deep breaths that rose from his chest with each step. Everything about the man screamed 'don't mess with me'.
With her eyes glued on Dean, she didn't notice the person who was walking down the hallway until it was too late. Without stopping she smashed right into them hard enough that she stumbled backwards and nearly fell.
"Oi! Watch where the hell you're going?" An Irish accent told her just what, or who she had ran into.
Her eyes ranked up to see the Celtic Warrior himself standing there, glaring at her. "I'm dory Sheamus." She said as she quickly stepped out of the way.
"Sorry?" He gave a snicker. "Don't you try to use that shit on me."
"Excuse me?" She questioned.
An amused look came to Sheamus's face as he rolled his eyes. "You know what I'm talking about; that innocent, sweet act, I know that it is bullshit."
Baffled she gave a shook of her head. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Yeah right." He sighed. "If it wasn't for you interfering with the match on Friday, Ambrose wouldn't have gotten out of the way and my kick would have hit him instead of Christian. And we would have won."
"Interfering?" She blinked as she thought back to the match. She still had no idea what he was talking about. All she did that night was tell Dean who watch out as she watched Sheamus ready for his Brogue Kick, but that was something that everyone did, even JBL and Cole would call out every now to warn a Superstar. Interfering would be if she distracted anyone or pulled Dean out of harm's way, not just shouting from the side lines.
"You try to act all sweet, like you would never cheat for the Shield. Even going out of the way as to 'yell' at Dean for his DQ last week, but I see right through you, bitch."
"Hey Sheamus!" Dean's voice echoed loudly through the hallway, making Angel jump and turned to see a less than happy looking Dean making his way over towards them. "You need to put on your big boy pants and stop blaming our manager for your loss." He said stepping in between the two of them and getting right into Sheamus' face. "Since when did cheering your teammates become interference?"
"Oh, shut up you lunatic." Sheamus said squaring his chest.
"Make me."
"Dean!" She and Seth called out to him at the same time.
"Oh, I will." Sheamus took a step closer so that the two of them were nose and nose. She could feel the electricity that shot though the two of them as they stared each other down. It was terrifying.
Not wanting a backstage brawl to break out, she went to do something that most would say wasn't smart and took a step forward to try and break up the two men. Only to be stopped dead in her tracks as Dean glanced over his shoulder at her.
"Sheamus." Relife washed from Angel as she heard a voice from behind them call out. "Sheamus…We uh…we need you for your interview." The wide eyed crew member said as they noticed what was going on.
Turning back towards the two men in front of her, she saw a smirk on Sheamus's face and a snarl on Dean's.
"Sheamus." The crew member tried again, though this time it seemed to get his attention. Sheamus stepped backwards with his eyes still locked on Dean.
"Coming." He said as he walked around Dean.
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Go and play with your little bitch. Sheamus's parting words echoed through Dean's head as he watched the pale bastard walked down the hall with the crew member that came to pull him away. God his blood was boiling at this point, in fact between all the shit that had happened today, he was ready to punch something, and by something he meant someone. And right now, that would be Sheamus. He wanted to smash that ginger head into the wall over and over and over and over…
He couldn't believe that Sheamus had enough balls to call out Angel like that with them standing right there.
"What an asshole." He heard Seth sigh as he walked up behind him. "I wouldn't peg Sheamus for a guy who would blame someone else for his screw up."
"Me neither." Roman agreed.
A thought sparked in Dean's mind as he turned and smirked towards his brothers that had walked up behind him. "It's such an injustice." As the words came out of his mouth, both Seth and Roman's eyes light up, with the recognizable look. One that got his blood pumping again. One that promised by the end of the night he was going to be able to smash his fist into someone, hopefully a ginger bastard.
Though as the three of them exchanged glanced he couldn't help but noticed Angel standing in the middle of them with a baffled look on her face that just seemed to make her look even more naïve then normal.
"Come on." Roman gave him a slap on the back as they started down the hallway once more.
Once they got to the main backstage area, Seth and Angel had split off to go get waters and snacks; while he and Roman went straight into the locker room. They walked pasted Daniel Bryan who was icing his hurt shoulder and Fandango who was talking on his phone before taking up their mantel at the metal table that the crew members set up for the Superstars to use.
As soon as they sat down, Dean noticed Roman looking at him with eyebrows raised. "What?" he asked the man as he propped his feet up on the table.
"Just wondering what's going on with you, man." Roman dropped his voice down so low that even Dean was having trouble hearing what he was saying.
"What the hell do you mean?"
Roman sighed. "You've been more on edge the last couple of days. I haven't seen you like this in a long time."
All he could do, was blink at the Samoan. More on edge? "A lot of shit has been piling up, man of course I'm going to be 'more on edge'." He said almost in shock that Roman had even asked about why he was more pissed off then normal. With everything that has happened in the last month he was surprised that he hadn't lost it all together.
"Come on man, we've been dealing with this kind of shit since we came up from FCW. So why now?"
He hated to admit it, but Roman was right. They had been dealing with all kind of shit since they debuted. Truth be told, he didn't know himself what had him so railed up, but it wasn't good. Him being this railed up was something that no one wanted. Not Roman, not Seth, not Angel, not even himself.
The last time he felt this way was back on FCW when he had that 'feud' with William Regal. And everyone knew how that went. He smashed the man's head into an exposed turnbuckle and had to be pulled away from him by the entire FCW locker room, before he killed the man.
"I though you guys were going to get packed so we can head out." Angel's voice came from the front of the locker room.
Turning, he saw both her and Seth making their way over to them with waters and what look like a plate full of granola bars and other snacks.
"Change of plans, Babygirl." Roman smirked at her as she handed him one of the waters.
"Change of plans?" Dean watched as the confused look from the hallway reappeared on her face again as she walked around the table to hand him a water as well.
"We wanna catch the last match." He couldn't help but smirk as he glanced back towards Seth and Roman.
"Oh?" She cocked her head as she reached over to the plate of snacks that Seth had placed on the table and grabbed a granola bar. He could tell that she only half believed them as the confused look turned into one of curiosity. "Well then." She said opening her granola bar. "If we're going to stay until the end of the show, I'm going to take the time to change into something a little more comfortable for the ride." She gave them each a little smile before making her way over towards the locker where her and Roman had stuffed their things for the show.
"Want someone to walk you down to the woman's locker room." Seth asked, knowing that she wasn't going to break the long-standing rule of the opposite sex not allowed to undress in the opposite's locker room. For obvious reasons.
"No thanks, I should be fine." She casted a quick look over her should before going back to rummaging through her things.
"Are you sure?" Seth almost seemed surprised by her answer.
"Uh-huh." She got up with a lump of messily folded clothes in her arms.
Seth sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "You know that Bray is still here, right?"
The small smile that was on her face fell almost instantly as she nodded her head. "Yeah I know….and I know what you're trying to do. And I appreciate that you're trying to protect me, but you can't just follow me around for the rest of my life." She gave a small chuckle as she bit her bottom lip. Taking a deep breath, she stood up straight and an almost proud look came to her face. "I know that Bray is still here, but just like with Randy...I can't let him rule my life. I won't let him rule my life."
Dean nodded his head as he realized that even though her face showed a look that was proud and almost brave, the rest of her seemed not as sure. She was fumbling with the clothes that she had in her arms and fidgeted about in her spot. Though despite of all that, he couldn't help but to have respect for her and what she was saying. However, he could also understand Seth's point of view as well. Playing with fire wasn't smart, especially when the fire's name was Bray Wyatt.
But she was indeed right, she couldn't let men like Bray Wyatt and Randy Orton rule over her. If she did that then she might as well say goodbye to the WWE. Making enemies is one of the very basic functions of this business, and he of all people should know how easy it was to make an enemy.
"Just be careful." The words slipped from his mouth before he could stop them. "And if something does happen, don't hesitate to yell for us." He said making those hazel eyes turn towards him in awe. "And when I say yell out, I mean it, as loud as you can." He said as he felt his brothers-in-arms staring at him like he had just grown another head. "Don't just stand there plastered to the wall like I saw you on Friday, if you have to throw a punch or a knee to the groan."
She nodded her head quickly as that iconic smile appeared on her face. "Don't worry, I won't ever hesitate with Bray Wyatt again."
"Good." He nodded as she quickly made her way out of the locker room.
As soon as the door closed behind her, he felt as something, he was guessing a hand smacked him up against the back of the head. "What the hell are you thinking? We talked about this." Seth yelled in his ear, making him cringe away from the man. "We said that we weren't going to let her walk around alone while at work. Just in case, Bray tried something again."
"No, you said that." He groaned as he shook his head, like he was trying to get water out of it, which helped the ringing slightly. "I said that I was going to kick Bray's ass." He leaned back in his chair, preparing himself for whatever lecture Seth was about to riddle him with.
"Dean…." He quickly tuned out Seth's voice out as the lecture started.
"Hey!" It was Roman's voice that brought him back to reality. Blinking and readjusting the way he was sitting in his seat he looked around to see that Seth was no longer yelling at him but pacing back and forth with a pissed off look on his face. "Right now, this ain't helping." He told them. "We need to focus on the task at hand."
Seth took a deep breath as he stopped his pacing. Nodding his head, he made his way back to the table. "So, what are we going to do about Sheamus?" He asked going right into the Architect mode of his.
"What we do best." Dean smirked.
"Go down at the end of his match and beat the pulp out of him?"
"What else? Shake hands and put are differences behind us." Roman joked as he crossed his arms.
"Oh, hell no!" Dean laughed. "There's no way that we're going to let Sheamus get away with acting like a dickhead to our manager." Plus, he wasn't going to let yet another opportunity to get into a brawl slip through his fingers.
Dean cocked his head as he noticed that Seth's pissed off frown had turned into a half smirk. The type of smirk that was bad, bad for him. "What?" He groaned already regretting asking what the smirk meant.
"Nothing," Seth shook his head. "It's just you've been calling Angel 'our manager' a lot lately."
"Isn't that what she is?" He raised an eyebrow. "She didn't seem to like being called a valet or else I would call her that."
Rolling his eyes, Seth took a deep breath before changing the subject back to the plan. "Well I want to point out that 'our manager' won't be too happy with us going out there and beating up Sheamus."
"Well she'll have to get over it." He said knowing that Seth was right. If she wasn't happy about Seth DQing him, surly she wasn't going to be happy about them DQing a match that wasn't even theirs. But she was just shit out of luck on that one. They were the House of Justice and beating the injustice out of people was what they did.
"I say we head out for gorilla now, that way little Miss Goody Two Shoes can't get in our way." He suggested with a smirk on his face.
Seth and Roman instantly stood up as the words poured from his mouth. It didn't take long for him to feel the excitement pour through them. They were as ready as he was to go out and serve some justice.
A.A.A
Quickly Angel made her way back to the locker room, carrying her Shield gear in her arms. She couldn't help but feel awkward as she walked down the hallway in the pajamas that she had packed for the long ride to Colorado Springs.
Normally, she would just change into her lounge clothes, a pair of plain jeans or sweatpants and a t-shirt, but she had forgotten to wash clothes before she left for the show today. Which meant her lounge clothes were still in her bag of dirty clothes, so instead she decided to grab out her pajamas instead. Which was a red spaghetti strap shirt, and a pair of black cotton shorts.
Which only made her feel more out of place, since she was walking around in summer clothes in the middle of February. And that wasn't the worse part. She had forgotten to bring a different pair of shoes to put on after the show so she was still walking around in her Shield black boots, which just look great with her pjs.
Blushing, she looked around the semi crowded hallways and much to her surprise it seemed like no one even noticed her. Though it did made sense; most of them were too busy doing their jobs anyway and she figured that she wasn't the strangest thing that they had seen backstage. Goldust was walking around somewhere.
Finally making back to the men's locker room, she took a deep breath. She was kind of worried to see the boys' reactions to her outfit. This wasn't her normal get up. Far from it. Seth knew that Seth was going to pick on her, Roman probably wouldn't care at all and Dean…. Dean would…Dean was the one that she had no idea what kind of reaction she was going to get from him.
Giving her head a shake, she gave a knock on the door. Only to raise an eyebrow when she didn't get answer. Slowly, she opened the door and peeked her head into the room to see that it was completely empty.
"Hello?" She called out to make sure no one was in the bathroom, before walking into the room. Where did everyone go? She sighed as she made her way over to the locker that held her stuff. After stuffing her Shield gear into her suitcase, she turned back towards the metal table where the three waters and plate of granola bars were still sitting, though the three men that she had brought those things for were not.
Maybe they went down to catering to get some real food?She thought, trying to figure where on Earth they would have gone without telling her. Seth was just reluctant to let her walk down the hallway by herself and now they left her alone without a word.
Grabbing her phone out of the small back pocket of her shorts, she shot Roman a quick text only to hear his text tone come from behind her.
Her eyes widened as she turned towards the mess of bags that made up her and Roman's things. The only time Roman didn't have his phone on him was when he was in the ring. He always made sure to carry it because he didn't' want to miss a call or text from home.
Panic hit her as she tried to figure out what was going on.
"What!"
"The Shield?" JBL and Lawler's voice echoed from the TV that was placed in the locker room.
The Shield? She whipped her head about towards the flat-screen with wide eyes. Well she found the three men that she was looking for, and she now knew why Roman's phone was in his bag.
She couldn't believe her eyes as she watched the three men she was looking for beat up on Sheamus, who was stuck in the corner of the ring.
Why on Earth would they…. "Such an injustice." Her breath hitched in her chest as she remembered Dean's words from earlier.
An injustice, he had thought that Sheamus blaming her for the loss in the match that that they had, was an injustice. And when the Shield thought something was an injustice they went out and fixed it. They were the Hounds of Justice. Which meant… they were doing this for her. With wide eyes she watched as John Cena rushed out towards the ring, Dean met the man head on as Seth dragged Sheamus across the ring.
Roman quickly turned to help Dean gain an upper hand on Cena, only for Daniel Brayan to run out, which once again Dean turned to take on the new competitor. As Cesaro and Christian got into the ring, the fight broke apart and turned into a full out brawl.
As the fight raged on, on the screen, she quickly took off out the locker room and towards the gorilla. Though by the time she had got there the Wyatt's were in the fight as well. Each of them going up against a member of the Shield.
Roman had Bray, Seth had Luke Harper and Dean was fighting with Erick Rowan. God the fight was getting brutal. As she watched her fist clenched and she bit down on her bottom lip hard as she watched what played on the TV screen. Though the camera men weren't even able to keep up with all the action.
By the time the show went off air, security was out in the ring as well as most of the refs, trying their hardest to break up the fight. Most of the Superstars backed down after a few moments, but not the one and only mouth piece of the Shield. Dean just stood there with his arm out wide like he was begging to be hit. It took Seth and Roman pulling him completely out of the ring to make him stop.
Roman forced Dean towards the crowd, separating him from the rest of the men. After yelling something at him, the Big Dog made his way over to the barricade, giving a slightly glance back at his brother in arms before hopping over the thing.
Wanting to make sure to meet them when they came out, she took off towards the door that lead to the public area. She hoped that she could beat them there
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Dean mumbled some not so nice words as they made their way out of the arena. Though he could feel a huge smile on his face as he walked. What just broke out in the ring was beautiful to him. They only came out to beat down Sheamus and got a whole lot more.
"What a way to say goodnight." Seth laughed as he hugged Roman's head.
"I'm sure Sheamus won't be messing with Angel any time soon." Roman smirked, pushing Seth off him.
"Oh no, not after what Dean said to him." Seth gave a fake shiver as he turned back towards him. "God man the things your mind thinks of."
Dean couldn't help but smirk as he tried to remember the shit that he had spewed at the plate bastard. Something along the lines of 'if he ever thought about being an ass to Angel, he would come after him with a tire iron and beat him so bloody that his skin's pigment will forever be red.'
"Thank you, Jeeves." Seth smirked at the crew member that held the door to the backstage open for them. Though once they walked through the doorway, they stopped dead in their tracks.
"Holy shit." Seth took the words right out of his mouth.
Angel was standing there slightly down the hall, with her arms crossed and a look on her face that he couldn't pick on her face. But her face was the last thing that he looked at.
He couldn't stop himself as his eyes ran up and down her body. She was wearing a small red stop that hugged around her small frame and tiny black shorts. This was far from what she normally wore. Though none of her normal clothes were baggy, none of them fit her like this. Her small red shirt was pasted against her, clinging to her curves.
Then there were the little black shorts that she was wearing. This was the first time that he had seen her wearing short, and even though they weren't short shorts they sure did how off a lot of leg. And for some reason the combination of both the shorts and her black combat style boots really did it for him.
Jesus!He yelled at himself, shaking his head. What the hell was he doing? Getting excited over this? He had seen girls wear less in and out of the ring. This was nothing, just a chick wearing her PJs.
"Oh god, she looks pissed." Roman leaned over and whispered as he grabbed the top his vest.
Did she?Dean questioned as he raised a brow at her, finally looking at her face. Which when he did, she was looking at them with a look that made it hard to pick up what she was thinking exactly.
"We're about to get screamed at." Seth sighed.
"Been there, done that." He shook his head at his brothers
"Yeah, well we haven't." Seth brought up. "And that shit looked scary."
Not this again. Dean sighed as he took the initiative and started towards Angel. He still couldn't see what Seth and Roman were talking about. Angel scary? Nah.
He did slow down as he got closer to her; however, it wasn't because he was nervous or scared. The look in her eyes made him curious, he wanted to know what she was thinking, what she was feeling.
When he got about an arm's length away from her, he stopped. Seth and Roman halted right behind him.
As they just stood there a small smirk appeared on her face. "Justice served?" She asked as she crossed her arms.
The three of them looked at each other, before Seth nodded his head.
"Good." She winked. "Now let's go we've got a long drive." She spun around and started to walk away from them.
As she dissappared down the hall, Dean turned to his brothers and looked at him in awe. This did not go as they had thought, all three of them thought that they were just about to get their asses handed to them or at least get a frown and shake of the had. But no, the woman seemed to approve the fact that they just beat down Sheamus.
Seth started laughing. "Justice served?"
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