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Elimination Chamber: February 23, 2014

Edited: 8/2/19

Chapter Twenty Nine

Dean slowly made his way up to his feet; his legs were shaking and his whole body was sore. He had to get back out to the ring. He had to help his brothers. Stumbling forward, he made his way towards the door that led back into the arena but for some reason the doorway moving back and forth.

Grabbing onto the side of the door, he leaned his head on the doorway and sighed. Move it Ambrose! He yelled at himself as he went to walk through the door way.

"They keep saying that we should wait to call 911, Stephanie and Hunter don't want to freak out the fans." He heard someone say.

"Are you kidding me!" Renee's voice echoed through the hallway. "She's stuck in there, and who knows if she hurt in there." Whose stuck where?

"Renee, you have to calm down."

"I don't have to calm down, someone needs to do something about this." Renee started up again. "She could be hurt!"

"Who's hurt?" Dean asked as he slowly turned to look down the hallway to see Renee and another crew member standing there yelling at each other. When both of them turned to look at him, their eyes widened.

"Dean!" Renee called. "Oh my god! Are you ok?"

He just waved her off. "Who's stuck, in where?" He tried to remember the conversation that he had overheard. Something about someone being stuck and possibly hurt. At least that what he thinks that the conversation was about, though as much as his head was pounding and his ears were ringing it could have been something completely different. Hell, they could have been talking about their lunch.

Renee and the crew member looked back and forth at each other before Renee stepped forward with a hard look on her face. "It's Angel…."

The little air that he was able to get into his lungs froze. "Where?"

"She's stuck in a supply closet."

"Fucking Wyatt." He growled as he shuffled his way along the hallway towards the two of them. "Show me."

"Dean." Renee sighed.

"Show me."

Without another word, Renee turned and walked him down the hallway.

He could feel the eyes on him as he limped down the hall, but he didn't care his mind was on one thing. Find Angel.

It didn't take long until the two of them came up to a small group of people gathered around a door. His eyes instantly locked on the door as he forced his way through the crowd of people.

"Dean?" He heard someone call to him.

"Angel's in here?" Dean turned towards Renee who was standing there with her arms crossed.

"Yes."

A.A.A.

A knock on the door startled Angel as she sat curled up on the floor next to the it. "Angel?" A familiar gruff voice echoed through the thing this time. "You in there?"

"Yeah…" She sighed as she leaned back against the wall. Where else would I be? She sighed as she heard the sound of the door handle jiggling again.

"I'm going to get you out of there." She nodded her head as she heard the same thing that she had heard a thousand times. "I'm going to need you to move away from the door."

Move away from the door? She blinked as she glanced up at the door through the small mask eyeholes. "What?"

"You need to move away from the door."

"Dean, what are you going to do?" Another voice asked.

Dean? Angel's eyes widened. Dean was out there? Was the match over? Who won? What happened?

"I'm going to break down the door."

"You can't do that!"

"Do you have a better idea to get her out of there?" There was moment of silence. "Thought so." Dean sighed. "Alright Angel, get away from the door." He couldn't really break down the door, could he?

This was Dean Ambrose she was talking about. If there was one man that could find a way to break down a metal door, it was him. Without another thought she quickly crawled as fast as she could away from the door and towards the back of the small closet. She squeezed her way against the wall, knocking over a few mops and pushing what looked like spare sign for one of the food vendors.

Suddenly a deafening bang mixed with a slightly crunching noise echoed through the closet, making her cringe; followed by another. After a few seconds, a third bang came from the door, though this time the door swung superfast until it smashed against the wall and knocking over a thing of cleaning supplies.

"Angel?" She heard Dean call out as he quickly made his way through the door. "Holy shit!"

Relief hit her as Dean kneeled down in front of her. It wasn't until now that she realized how scared she really was. As Dean quickly worked to get the lamb mask off of her, she could feel her body trembling, could hear her heart pounding and all she could do was sit there and stare at the man in front of her.

"Are you ok?"

Tears brimmed in her eyes, she looked up at him and nodded her head. "I'm fine."

"Are you hurt?" He asked as he started to mess with her tied up hands.

She shook her head. "No, just shaken up." She sniffled.

Dean nodded his head as he leaned over her. "Shit." He sighed. "Someone get me a fucking pair of scissors!" He yelled back over his shoulders at the group of people that were standing in the doorway. "Do I have to repeat myself?"

D.D.D

Dean watched as one of the crew members took off out of the small group of people who were just loitering around the outside of the doorway. He could hear them whispering and mumbling about how pissed off Stephanie and Hunter were going to be about the door. Well he could care less. They could take the cost of repairing the damn thing out of his paycheck for all he cared.

His eyes ran over the woman sitting on the floor in front of him. Looking for one sign, just one small sign that those fucking hillbillies hurt her in anyway. Oh, if he found one, Wyatt better be ready for him to show why he was known as the Lunatic. New face of fear? Wait until he gets a load of me.

When he couldn't find anything, Dean let out a sigh of relief and tried to get his mind off of torturing Bray Wyatt as he looked back at Angel's face.

"Let's get you up off the floor." He said in the softest voice that he could muster as he hooked his hands under her arms and pulled her to her feet. He made sure to hold her a few more seconds longer as she got herself steady on her feet.

"Thanks." She gave the smallest smile he had ever seen on her face, and it made him want to scream. In fact, it almost pushed him over the edge. But he couldn't let himself go, not until Seth and Roman were around. He couldn't leave her alone like that. Because the moment that he went over, he would hunt down Bray Wyatt and finished what he had started, though his time he couldn't worry about the rules of the ring. There would be no DQs.

"Here." A voice came from behind him as someone placed a pair of scissors in his hand.

Looking down at his hand he shook his head as he tried to get his mind back on the situation. "Turn around." He told her as he held up the scissors for her to see. Without hesitation she turned so her back was too him and bent slightly forward so that he could get to her wrist easier. Slowly and carefully he wiggled the blade of the scissors under the plastic ziptie.

A quick movement and the ziptie fell to the floor. "Better?" He asked as she turned around, as she brought her hands up to her chest and rubbed her now freed wrist.

Without wanting them to his eyes snapped down to the thin red lines that traced both of her wrist.

"They don't hurt." She said as if she knew what he was thinking.

"Good." The soft tone in his voice was quickly fading, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he let himself slip. "Let's get our stuff and get out of here." He said as he wrapped his arm loosely around her shoulders. Slowly he guided her out of the closet and through the crowd of people. Though as they made their way through, he could hear people left and right yelling at him, telling him to wait for Stephanie and Hunter to get here.

Clenching his free hand, Dean glanced over his shoulder, not stopping. "If Stephanie and Hunter want to talk to us, we'll be in the locker room." He spat out. He turned his attention back towards Angel and getting her out of the praying eyes of those in the hallway.

Glancing down to her, he let out a sighed. There was little to no emotion on her face, and it he hated it. It was different, he hated different. It wasn't right.

Once they got into the locker room, he quickly opened the door and ushered her into the room; not caring about the looks and comments he got from the Superstars that were relaxing and waiting in the room. He walked Angel up to one of the metal chair that was placed in the room and sat her down.

"You need anything? Water? A snack?" He gave an awkward cough, not really sure of how to handle the situation.

"Something for a headache would be nice." She sighed as she rubbed the back of her head.

"Coming up." He made his way over to the lockers and eyed up both Roman and Seth's bag. Though when he came up empty handed, he remembered that Angel had given him a bunch of pain meds for his arm. Ripping his bag out of the locker, he rummaged through it until he found the small plastic Walmart bag full of all the shit that Angel had given him.

Once finding the bottle of Advil, he looked around and grabbed one of the basically full water bottles off of the floor and made his way back towards her. "Here you go." He handed both the meds and water to her.

"Thanks." She cracked a smile as she slowly grabbed what he was handing her.

"No problem." He gave his neck a crack as he watched as she fumbled with the bottle of Advil for a moment before the lip popped off.

"Dean!"

A groan came from him as he heard his name get bellowed across the room. "Hey Ro." He turned to see Roman and Seth making their way through the room.

"Where the fuck did you go?"

"You left us for dead out there." Seth joined in the yelling.

He had almost forgotten about the match, had almost forgotten that his friends were still out in the ring in what turned into a three on two fight. And judging by the pissed off looks on both Seth and Roman's face, it didn't go well for them.

As he was about to open his mouth, he found himself conflicted. Part of him felt sick that he had forgotten his brothers but at the same time he had found Angel. He had gotten her out of Bray's grip.

Taking a deep breath, Dean stepped to the side. There was nothing he could say to make this better, so instead he might as well show them what took him away from the match. It was Roman who was the first to break his glare, but Seth quickly followed after.

"Angel?" Both their eyes widened as they froze in their spot.

"Yeah…" He rolled his shoulder. "I found her." He said as he glanced over his shoulder to see Angel taking a drink of the water he had given her.

"What happened." Roman asked as he made his way over.

"Those fucking hillbillies bound and gagged her before throwing her into a supplies closet." He had to grind his teeth as he gave Seth and Roman a recap. "I had to break down the door just to get to her."

He could see the anger fill both his brothers face. "You have to be kidding me." Seth snarled.

"Nope." He shook his head.

Roman moved so that he was standing right in front of Angel, kneeling down to look into her eyes. "Babygirl, what happened?" He asked.

Angel bit her bottom lip before looking up and taking a deep breath. "Well I was walking right behind you…" She paused. "But right as I was about to walk through the doors, Erick Rowan grabbed me. After that he carried me towards the supplies closet. That's where Bray put a lamb mask on me and Luke Harper tied my hands behind my back."

Even though it was him who found her, it was him who took off the mask and him that cut her hands free; hearing about what had happened from Angel's own mouth as more then he could handle. He could feel his blood boiling, could feel his body start twitch and start to itch.

A.A.A

As she finished giving the recap about what happened, she looked around the room to see all three of the Shield members looking like they were in a mix between wanting to kill someone and wanting to kick themselves.

It was like they were blaming themselves for what happened. She hated seeing them like this.

"So…" She cleared her throat. "How did the match go?" She tried to change the subject but regretted it as she looked up the boys. Both Roman and Seth sighed as they looked at each other.

"We lost."

She nodded her head and looked down at the floor. She had a feeling that they had lost, due to the way they came into the locker room looking less than happy.

A noise off to the side drew her attention toward Dean who was swinging his arms around. "We lost…" He sighed. "We lost and it's all my fault!"

She jumped as he swung his leg out and hit the metal chair that was next to her. She watched with wide eyes as he started to pace back and forth as he ripped his fingers through his hair. It didn't surprise her that Dean was going off the handle, what surprised her was the fact that Seth and Roman weren't trying to calm him down.

"Dean…."

"Don't you dare say that it's not my fault." He snapped at her. "Wyatt set a trap and I sprung it." His hands balled up into fist.

"I don't understand."

She watched as it seemed like Dean was trying to calm himself down. His chest heaved with each deep breath. After a few moments, he stopped and looked back at her; though it didn't look like those deep breaths did a thing for him. She could still see the anger on his face, plain as day.

"These last couple of weeks of him messing with you, wasn't just for fun. He was trying to figure out which of us was the easiest to get under their skin, and what do you know it was me. Which isn't a huge surprise; I mean have you fucking met me?!" His voice rose with each word.

"And once he realized that I was the easiest person to stir up, then he kept picking until I was so worked up I stopped thinking about what I was doing." The air around him seemed to drop in temperature as he spoke. "That's how he got me out of the match and out into the hallway. Then he used you to keep me out of the match."

Her eyes widened as finally the pieces were putting themselves together in her head. "He used me to win?"

"He used all of us." Seth added.

She turned back to Dean, who was once again pacing around the room as he spat out choice words. Letting out a loud growling noise, he stopped ripped at his hair, before blasting another hard kick into the chair next to her. This time the thing was sent across the room, slamming into some of the lockers on the back wall.

"I would be careful if I were you Mr. Ambrose." Stephanie McMahon's voice traveled through the locker room making everyone look towards the door. "Or you may be paying for more than just a door."

She could sense that all three men in front of her went of full alert as Stephanie and Hunter made their way into the room. It took her a moment to notice the nicely dressed man standing behind the couple.

"Angel, we heard what happened." Stephanie said in a sympathetic voice. "We want you to know that this will be taken care of quickly."

"Yeah, just like with Randy." Dean mumbled under his breath, making her eyes widen as both Stephanie and Hunter turned towards him with disapproving frowns.

"You have something to share to the class there, Dean?" Hunter asked.

Dean pursed his lips. "Yeah I do."

"Go on."

"I said that I'm sure this will be just the same as what happened with Randy." He said as he rolled his shoulder and got right into Hunter's face.

"We gave Randy the punishment that we felt was suitable."

"Suitable?" Dean huffed. "Give me a break. The man hit and threw Angel over the ropes and sent her flying into the announce table. And what did you do?" He cocked his head. "You 'punished' the man by making him run a 'gauntlet' in which he faced five different men each night up until tonight… That doesn't sound like a punishment to me, that sounds like doing my job."

Angel shook her head as he listened to Dean speak. Some part of her wanted to stop him, wanted to jump up out of her chair and step between him and Hunter. But there was another part of her that was cheering the man on, for he was saying pretty much everything that she felt about Randy's punishment. It was like he was reading her thoughts out loud.

"Dean, do you have a problem with the way we handle things?"

"Yes, I do."

"That's funny…" Hunter nodded his head. "Because you didn't seem to have a problem when it came to us handling what happened between you and William Regal." Instantly Dean froze to the point that she even wondered if he was still breathing. Whatever had happened between him and William Regal was definitely a button that one shouldn't push with Dean.

"We would have thought that you of all people understood how we ran things."

"Angel." Stephanie pushed on her husband's chest as she stepped forward. "I would love to sit down and talk to you about what happened, but seeing that we're not going to get a civil conversation here, how about we do it tomorrow before the before show meeting?"

Not knowing what to say, Angel nodded her head.

"Good." Stephanie smiled before turning to leave. "Oh." She stopped and glanced over her shoulder. "And Dean will you be so kind and sign that papers that our lawyer has drawn up. It just says that you're going to be taking full responsibility for the door that you broke and that you understand that the cost to replace it will be coming out of your pay."

Angel couldn't help but see the smug smirk that appeared on Hunter's face as he turned away and started out of the room with his wife.

"Sir." The lawyer stepped forward and pushed the clipboard that he was holding under Dean's nose.

Without looking down at the papers or the lawyer Dean snatched the pen out of the man's hands and scribbled his signature on the bottom of the page.

This isn't fair. She glanced around the room. Why were they the ones being punished? The Wyatts were the ones in the wrong and yet the Shield lost their match, and now Dean had to pay for the door that he broke down to get her out. Where was their retribution?

They deserve something, anything….her eyes widened and she ripped herself from the chair that she had been sitting on. "I'll be right back." She called as she rushed through the room towards the door.

"Angel!"

Ripping open the door, scanned the hallway until she saw Stephanie and Hunter making their way down the hallway. "Stephanie!" She called as she raced to catch up with them.

Slowly both of them turned around and looked at her. "Angel?" Trying to catch her breath she stood tall in front of her bosses, trying to hid those wonderful beetterflies that were starting up as her brain caught up to what she was doing. "Did you need something?"

"Yes." She nodded her head. "I need a favor."

"Ok?"

"A rematch. Shield vs Wyatts, tomorrow." Straight and to the point.

Stephanie and Hunter looked at each other for a moment and at first she thought that they were going to turn her down, that was until Hunter nodded his head and gave her a smirk. "You got the rematch, but not for tomorrow. A three on three match won't fit with the schedule." She had to stop her mouth from falling open as she realized that Hunter had given into her and gave her the rematch. "What I can give you tomorrow is a singles match. A member of the Shield vs Bray Wyatt. Will that hold you over until I can get you the rematch?"

"Yes sir!"

"Good."

Adrenaline pulsed through her and she couldn't wait to tell the boys the good news. She didn't even care that she forgot to say good bye to her bosses, as she tuned on her heels and ran back to the locker room. Not bothering to knock, she rushed in to see all three members of the Shield standing right in front of the door like they were about to head out.

"There you are!"

"Where the hell did you go? The last time you disappeared on us you were grabbed by a deranged hillbilly." Seth asked as they stepped backwards.

Proud of herself, she gave a smile. "I just got you a rematch."

The three men blinked at her. "A rematch?"

"Yep, you vs the Wyatts."

"That's amazing!" Roman gave her a light slap on the back. Which she was thankful for since her body was still stiff and sore from sitting on the hard floor.

"Though bad news is that we're going to have to wait for the rematch for a little." She held up her hands as she watched the boys' face fall slightly. "However, we do have a single's match against Bray Wyatt tomorrow, to hold us over."

"Alright, we'll take it." Seth nodded his head. "All we have to do is figure out which one of us…."

"Roman." Dean blurted out not letting Seth finish. "Roman was the one to take the pin so I think that he should get the match."

She agreed with Dean, though Seth and Roman seemed taken back as they turned and looked at him like he was growing a second head. Though it only lasted for a second before both Seth and Roman were smiling and patting backs and chest all around.

"Tomorrow will be Roman Reigns vs Bray Wyatt."

Brookeworm3: Well I'm sorry that I made you feel like a camel on a hot spa day, but I'm glad that enjoyed the chapter. It was adrenaline inducing for me as well.

Skovko: It isn't fun being left in the dark, i would be freaking out it i was in the boys place.

Lissa003: All your question will be answered in time. Maybe not right away but in time.

Labinnacslove: He didn't lose it as hard as he could have, but don't worry we haven't seen the last of Bray.

Wolviegurl: Bray is cray cray, I agree!