Welcome to Chapter Sixty Three! I hope you like!

Monday Night Raw: April 21, 2014/ Smackdown April 25, 2014

Edited: 1/12/2020

Chapter Sixty Three

"What the hell do you mean I can't go in!" Angel exclaimed as she stared dumbfounded at the guard that blocked her way into the meeting area.

"I'm sorry lady, I'm just doing my job." The guard said as he crossed his arm.

Completely baffled, she batted around at her belt loops to try to find her work ID. "But I'm a manager." She unclipped the id and held it up in front of her face. "Angel Miles, Manager for the Shield, Dean Ambrose, Seth…"

"I know who you are." The guard sighed.

"Then you know that she's needed as part of the meeting." Renee stepped up.

"Again, I'm just doing what I'm told."

"And that's to keep me out of the meeting?" Angel asked.

"Again, I'm just doing my job."

"What the hell is going on over here." She heard Dean stomping up behind her.

As soon as Dean made their way towards them, the guard stood up tall and looked at if he was trying to puff out his chest. "Nothing-"

"He's not letting Angel in the meeting." Renee turned around to the man as soon as she heard Dean's voice.

"What, why?" Dean said stepping up into the guard's face.

"As I keep saying, I'm just doing what I'm told."

"Let me guess, you were told to keep her out by the Authority?" The guard just shrugged his shoulders. "Though, so." Dean's body went ridged almost instantly.

"Sir, get out of my face." The guard basically growled.

"Or what." Dean snapped.

"Or I'll call the cops."

Angel's eyes widened. "Dean." She reached forward and grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him from doing something stupid, though Dean just ripped his arm away. Thankfully both Roman and Seth stepped up and talked Dean down. Saying that he didn't need the cops being called, since they had a lot to do tonight to make up for last week.

After a bit of time, they finally got Dean to move away from the guard. When they finally got Dean to turn away all together and start down the hallway, Renee called back to her that she would take notes.

Angel thanked her as she turned towards the still seething man who looked like he was three seconds away from snapping. She was thankful that he was at least a good ten feet away from the guard at this point.

Though she was starting to wonder if that would really help since not even a few steps farther down the hall, Dean flung one of his arms out and hit a bunch of metal pipes that were laying around and let out a very annoyed grunt.

"Oh, I can't wait to get my hands on the Authority for this." Dean said as he made a wringing a neck motion. "They can't fucking get away with this."

"I know, man."

"It's shit." He growled. "Ignoring her was one thing but completely stopping her ability to do her job is another…."

"Dean." Angel sighed as she walked behind the man.

"Well… maybe you should have thought about that before you attacked your boss." One of the voices that sent chills down her spine, echoed through the hall. All four of them stopped and turned around to see that Randy Orton was making his way out of a makeshift interview spot.

"What the fuck did you say, Randy?" Dean stepped towards the man.

Randy crossed his arms and smirked. "I said, that if you're that worried about your girlfriend's job, then you should have thought about that before you attacked your boss."

"Attacked…" Seth mumbled under his breath, even as he went to pulled Dean away.

"Yeah attacked." Randy snickered. "Now, if you excuse me, I'm late for a meeting." He made a point to brush past Dean.

Dean's faced grew dark and his hand came up and looked as if he was about to grab Randy, but Angel quickly jumped forwards and stopped him. "In the ring." She whispered into his ear. He dropped his hand, but the tension in his face didn't even slightly budge.

"She's right man, we'll handle this in the ring." Roman patted his shoulder.

"Yeah... In the ring."

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Dean was still fuming by the time the show started. He couldn't get his mind off the thought of punching Randy Orton in the face over and over. Which wasn't helped by the fact that they were hiding in a darkened area of the backstage, watching the match on Angel's phone.

"Oh, come on." Angel sighed as her phone buffered again. "You have service, why are you doing this?" She asked the thing as she smashed the refresh button.

When the video started up again, it was just in time to hear the music that they were waiting for, Evolution. When Dean was younger, the theme song used to get him all hyped up, but now it sounded like nails on a chalk board.

"Here we go." Seth clapped his hands as they all gathered around the small screen to see Randy, Hunter, and Batista make their way out onto the stage and down the ramp. If his blood wasn't bubbling before, just seeing all three men dressed in their fancy clothes made it boil over.

"Hell, I know you are old men, but man can you move any slower?" Roman asked as they finally reached the ring, got in and grabbed their mics. The music ended and the crowd cheered and booed at the same time.

"You know I laugh every time I think about it." Hunter started things out with a raspy voice. "Imagine what it feels like, imagine what that had to feel like. You tell the whole world that you are the baddest guys on the planet, week in week out, you tell the world that you were the baddest people around. Then one day, your daddy comes out and he spanks ya in front of the world."

A snicker came from Seth. "Did Hunter just call him our daddy?"

"Yep."

"Well that's weird." Seth gave a visible shiver. "I don't like the thought of a grown man calling himself our 'daddy'"

"Yeah, no that's creepy."

"That's humiliating, that is humbling and that quite frankly just the beginning."

"Sometime all it takes is a single spark to set the world on fire…." As Randy talked. The crowed behind him started to chant woman beater over and over. Which Dean couldn't help but smile. "In this case," He tried to talk louder than the chant that was slowly takin over the arena. "it was one careless act by the Shield, that brought…that set in the..the motion…" The crowed was getting to him. "…the gears of their destruction and that is the reformation of the most dominate, furious group ever, Evolution."

"Yeah, cause I'm so scared of a man who can't even get his threats out."

"Now, in case you forgotten." Randy pointed towards the titantron and a video package started that went through the Evolution's history.

"Looks like that's our cue." Seth said standing up from the travel case that he was leaning against.

"Looks like it."

Quickly the four of them made their way around the arena to the crowd entrance, where they ran into three guard that were standing there, shoulder to shoulder.

"Looks like they're waiting for us." Roman nodded to the three men.

As they got closer the guards crossed their arms and turned towards them. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Down to the ring." Dean growled as he got right into one of their faces.

"I don't think so."

"You're going to get out of our way."

"Or what?" The guard asked not backing down.

Dean gave a glance around before he let out a smirk. "Or I'm going to slam your face over and over into that hotdog fryer." He pointed at said hotdog fryer.

The man's eyes wavered a bit and Dean watched as he glanced over his shoulder towards probably Angel, asking her to talk to scene into him.

"Don't look at me." She confirmed what he thought. "I would do what he says, he's in a really bad mood."

God, that woman. Dean tried to push down the sudden urge to kiss Angel that hit him.

"We were told not to let you guys down…"

"I'm sure that you were." Seth said behind him. "But we're telling you to let us through."

"I…"

"We're either going down there with our music playing or we'll push through and go without it." Angel said with a sweet but almost menacing tone. "You pick?"

The guard looked at the other two that were standing with him and shrugged his shoulder. He then let out a huge sigh and grabbed his walky talky. "Que the Shield's theme."

The next thing Dean knew was that he was making his way down to the ring at full force with an unholy anger building in him. He didn't even stop for a moment as he jumped over the first set of barriers that separated the main seats from the floor ones. Though as much as his mind and body weren't working together at the moment, there must have been some part of his brain that was still undazed by the reddening anger, because he turned around to make sure that Angel was able to make it over alright.

Their eyes locked for a moment and she gave a sharp nod. Somehow, he knew that that was the ok for him to not worry about her like he normally did. Which he took full advantage over as he hopped over the second barricade that separated him from the ring.

Before he could even get halfway across the thing, the three men he was hunting had already gotten out of the ring and were slowly making their way up the ramp.

"Yeah, run away." Dean growled. "Cowards!"

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Angel slowly made her way up behind the boys, her eyes surveying what was happening as she felt the surge of anger that filled the ring. Rightful anger.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Dean reach for one of the mics that Evolution left behind.

This outa be good. She sighed as he walked up to the ropes.

"Hey, I hate to break it to you guys but last week wasn't the first time we've been beaten up and it probably won't be the last."

She cringed slightly as she thought about the fact that they Dean was probably right and that last week was just one of the beat downs that she was going to have to endure with him.

"Yeah, you guys did a reeeaaaalll number on us, well done." Dean said seeming a little too calm for him. "Well done. But hey I got a question for you Mr. Cerebral Assassin….do we looked humbled to you?"

A smirk appeared on Hunter's face.

"DO WE LOOK HUMBLED TO YOU TRIPLE H?!" Dean screamed into the mic making her jump and knock into Seth slightly, who steadied her without a word.

Angel looked up at the man and tried to thank him, but Seth was paying her little attention. His attention, just like Roman's was locked on the three men that stood on the stage.

Dean's promo continued as his voice dropped back down to that eerie calm again. "There's a reason you hired us to protect you and that little cream puff to your left Randy Orton." The audience laughed as Randy waved. "You know, like everybody here knows, the Shield, we are the meanest, nastiest, dirtiest most ruthless ANIMALS IN THIS INDUSTRY!" His voice ramped up as he started to pace. "THESE DOGS ARE HUNGRY AND NOW THESE DOGS ARE ANGRY!"

At the end Dean almost threw the mic at Seth who took it with raised brows. "Hey, hey, hey." He chased Dean around the rings a bit. "Take it easy." He gave Dean a slap on the chest. "Yeah you're angry, you have every right to be."

Seth said as he turned toward Angel, giving her a little nod back to Dean. And she knew right away what that meant. What Seth was trying to get her to do. Without a word, Angel spun on her heels and walked over to the raving man as he paced.

"Hey there." She said in a low voice trying to make sure that the mics around the ring didn't pick her up as Seth stated his piece. Dean snapped around and looked at her, his eyes wild and his hands splayed out in front of him like he was going to grab her shoulders. "Easy there, big guy." She reached out and placed a hand on each of his arms. "Gotta keep it together, right?" She ran little circles with her thumbs.

A few big breaths and he nodded his head.

"Good." She said as she stepped away slightly, letting Dean join his brothers-in-arms against the ropes. With a careful eye, she moved around so that she could watch him, but he, at least on the outside seemed to have calmed down a bit. Well at least he wasn't pacing like a madman and throwing his arms about anymore.

"We have every right to be angry after what you did to us last week." Seth paused. "You and twelve other guys of course. But Batista for you to say that we have no idea what we've gotten ourselves into is ridiculous. WE HAVE EVERY IDEA, WE STARTED THIS!"

"So, let me give you a little dose of reality, you stand up there in your little suits, you don't want to fight. You talk about how destructive you are, you talk about how powerful you are, talk about how you were built for dominance, well you're not."

"In two weeks at Extreme Rules, you're going to come face to face with the Hounds of Justice, AND IT'S GOING TO BE ALL OUT WAR!"

As Seth yelled Angel noticed that his words were starting Dean up again. The man was starting to get twitchy and started to sway in his spot. So much for calming him down.

"And when push comes to shove and you've got nowhere to run to, are you going to be looking out for Evolution? I don't think so."

Angel felt bad as she tried to pay attention to what Seth was saying but couldn't as Dean started his pacing again. Sighing, she reached out and let her arms brush against Dean's arm which seemed to make him stop. His eyes snapped down to her hand before he took yet another deep breath and nodded.

Looking to be collecting himself, Dean stepped up next to her before wrapping his arm around her and resting his hands on the ropes.

She felt the wave of heat that came from his body as he leaned in to her more and more with each of Seth's words. "Randy Orton, the viper, is going to be looking out for Randy Orton. I know Batista you've got a lot of Hollywood obligations; you're going to be looking out for Batista. And The Game, Cerebral Assassin, King of Kings, yeah. You're going to do what you always do; you're going to do what's best for the boss."

When Seth paused to take a breath, Angel found herself practically hanging over the ropes with Dean pressed against her back. And as much as she was feeling the same irritation as the boys were, and as angry as she was about what happened; she couldn't help but relax slightly into the man behind her.

Which only made her situation worse as she could feel how fast his heart was racing, how shallow his breaths were becoming. God, it was almost sexual… No! Now is not the time! She yelled at herself as she pulled a bit away from the man who was murmuring to himself. She gave her head a shake before trying to refocus on what Seth was talking about.

"What you're looking at, is the most dominant force in the history of this company and in two weeks at Extreme Rules we are going to rip you to piece. This little reunion that you're so proud of," Seth gave a laugh. "it's going to come to an abrupt halt. And you've got no one to blame but yourself. Because when you made the match, Evolution vs the Shield, you put a nail in your own coffin. And at Extreme Rules WE'RE GOING TO BE THE HAMMER THAT DRIVES IT HOME."

When Seth finally finished with his rant and passed the mic off to Roman, Dean pushed himself from the ropes and turned towards the big man. "Let them know that this is our yard and we're going to go up there and whoop their asses to prove it."

Roman nodded his head. "Way ahead of you, bro."

"Last week, you gave us an ultimatum." Roman stared. "This week we give you one. Here in a few seconds and we're coming up that ramp and we're going to beat your asses." The crowd went nuts.

Angel smirked at Roman's words before turning towards the three men that were stand on the stage. She cocked her head when she realized Hunter was smiling. Something isn't right. She looked around, why would he be smiling?

"You got two options, you can be men and try, try to fight or you can be cream puffs and you can cower away and you can hide. Watch!." Roman dropped the mic and all three of the men rolled out of the ring just like they said they would.

Taking a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for what she was about to see, Angel grabbed the ropes and leaned in. Her eyes locked on her boys.

They didn't even make it halfway up the ramp when a group of men from the locker room started to pour out from backstage. Ryback, Jack Swagger, Alberto Del Rio, and more. Now she knew why Hunter was smiling.

In front of her, Seth, Dean, and Roman weighed their options. From when she was, Angel could hear Dean flipping out about how they had ten guys hiding back there waiting for this.

"Or option three, there's always an option three. In life you either adapt or you parish. That is Evolution." Hunter threw the mic that he was hiding down the ramps.

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"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" Dean growled as he stared up at the men on the stage. He came out here looking for a fight and all he got was this. There was a large part of him that just wanted to just run up there and just start wailing on people. Sure, he would get pretty banged up, but it would be worth it. Oh yes it would be worth it just to punch Randy Orton in the face.

"Yeah, Hunter you might be right." Angel's voice rang out over the arena and over Evolution's theme, making him, Seth, and Roman turn back to the ring to see Angel holding a mic in her hand as she glared up at the stage. "That might be the definition of evolution, adapt or parish…Which you keep yelling us but what about you three? But what about you? It's so sad to watch three grown men evolve into… well the boys said it best, cream puffs who hide behind a wall of bodies."

Dean snickered as he turned back to the men on the stage to see Hunter's smile had fallen. However, before they could say or do anything else, Hunter, Randy and Batista slowly made their way backstage, leaving behind their 'wall of bodies' as Angel put it.

"Come on, it's not worth it." Seth tried to pull him back.

As let the man pull him back, he gave one more glare to the stage. Cracking his neck, he turned around and looked back at the ring to see Angel sliding out. Before the woman could even right herself, he reached out and pulled her into him.

She let out a small yelp, as he buried her face into his chest and pulled her along with him. He felt her tripping quite a bit as he moved them towards the barricade.

"Dean, I can't walk like this."

"Yeah, I know." He leaned down towards her.

"We're not going to be able to get up the steps like this."

As much as he didn't want to let her go right now, she was right. There was no way, between her stumbling, the steps, and the fans; they weren't going to get up the steps like this. With a huge sigh, he let her go.

After she let out a small huff and straightening her hair and clothes, Angel turned to him and gave a little glare. Which he guessed was supposed to be intimidating but was more like a kitten hissing.

"Yeah, yeah." He rolled eyes with a smirk. "Just hurry up." He said as he gave her a smack on the ass.

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Angel's face was still burning when they got backstage. She couldn't believe what just happened. She turned towards Dean who was talking to Roman about something that she didn't care about.

She pouted as she placed her hands on her hips and stared at her crazy haired boyfriend. Roman noticed her first and nudged Dean.

"What?" Dean asked as they stopped in front of her.

She shook her head at him. "What was with you out there?"

Dean cocked his head with a puzzled look but quickly a mischievous smirk came to his face. "I don't know what you mean?"

"You know that some fan is going to have a video of you smacking my butt." She told him. "And it's going to plastered onto the internet."

Dean shrugged his shoulder. "Won't bother me. I don't use social media." Angel closed eyes and sighed. "Aw come on." Dean's voice was suddenly in her ear. "After you gave that great promo, I couldn't keep my hands off you."

Her eyes shot open and she jumped back from the man. "Dean!"
"Angel!" He mocked her.

"Hey love birds, enough!" Seth said as he pushed between the two of them. "We got bigger things to worry about then some fans make a gif of Dean smacking your ass."

"A gif!" Her eyes widened. She had thought a video or a picture but a gif that would play over and over and over…Kill me now.

"He's right. You two can have your lover spat some other time."

"Spat?" Dean raised a brow. "What are you an old man?"

"Shut up."

"Listen!" Seth shouted shutting everyone up. "We got to do something about 'Evolution'." He told them. "They seem to always be one step ahead of us. In fact, while you were standing here, I asked a crew member where Hunter went and apparently, he, Randy and Batista left."

"Damn." Roman sighed. "That mean's we've got to wait until Friday to do anything."

"Which means we need to come up with a full-blown attack for then." Seth said as the wheels in his head already started to turn.

"Then how about we grab some beers and make a plan."

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When Angel finally got to her hotel room, she took a warm shower, and fell straight onto the bed without a care in the world. Her eyes were so heavy, after everything that happened between this weekend and today, she was ready to hit the hay.

As she began to drift off, the bed moved around her, and a weight laid over her. A laugh was squashed from her as she felt something kissing her shoulder. "Dean." She tried to stop the man who was laying on top of her. "Dean, come on I'm tired and you're heavy."

The man mumbled as he refused to stop his trail of kisses that he was making around her bare skin. However, he did push himself up on to his arms so that his weight wasn't on her.

"Dean." She sighed. "Come one." As much as she was enjoying the feeling, she really was super tired. Her eyes were falling even with his lips on her. "How are you so awake?" She giggled as his hands wrapped around her waist.

"Anger turned into energy."

She wiggled around until he let her turn around to face him. Though before she could say a word, he leaned down and gave her a quick hiss.

Angel's breath hitched as she looked up at those baby blues. "Well you might be able to create more energy that way, but it just makes me sleepy."

"I bet I can wake you up." He smirked.

"I bet." She shook her head and pushed his face away from her. "But I really would like the sleep."

Dean made an over exaggerated sigh and rolled over, flopping himself down on his side of the bed. "Fine." He pouted slightly. "You can sleep."

She rolled over and shook her head. "Aw, did I ruin your fun."

"Yeah, you did."

"I'm sorry." She gave him a poke on the cheek. "I really am tired."

"I know." He turned towards her. "I saw you falling asleep at the bar."

She blushed slightly. "I wasn't falling asleep…"

"Are you kidding me, you head almost hit the table a couple times." He laughed.

"No, it didn't."

With that smirk on his face, Dean wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his side. "Shh…people are trying to sleep."

She faked struggled to get away from him while at the same time she nuzzled against him. As his scent filled her, she slowly started to drift off to sleep.

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Angel yawned as they showed up at the Giant Center. Normally they weren't be this early, but they were trying to get a jump on the Authority. After all the stuff that has happened, Roman, Seth, and Dean couldn't care less if the cameras were rolling when they finally got their revenge.

Walking through the hallway, all the crew members and workers gave them weird looks, which she understood. The Shield wasn't known for being the first ones here.

Pulling up a spot near the loading docks, they waited for a certain limo to pull up. However, time ticked away, getting closer and closer to show time.

"Mother fucker, did they come in another way?" Seth said smacking his hand off the wall.

"Nah, the crew members would have started to run around to look busy, everything's been really lax." Roman sighed.

"So, they got another one up on us!" Seth started to boil over.

Angel looked up from her phone and glanced around at the boys. Out of the three of them, Seth was the most visibility angry and Dean seemed not to care at all. Or at least he was hiding it very well. Which surprised her. He was more of the let's punch the walls and pace through the halls kind of guy, but then again when he did get eerie still and quiet it just seemed much more dangerous.

"Excuse me!" A high pitch shrill came from down the hall, making everyone part like they were the red sea. "Excuse me! Out of my way! I have a meeting to run."

Angel drew her brows together as she watched Vickie Guerrero push her way through the hall towards were Renee has texted her the shows meeting was going to be.

With a gasp she pushed her up from the travel case and ran towards the woman. "Vickie!"

The woman turned around with a nasty look that turned soft as her eyes landed on her. "Hello, Angel."

"Hey." She smiled. "I heard you say that you're running the meeting?"

"Oh yes," She said with a very proud look on her face. "The Authority is taking a day off and they put me in charge."

"Oh!" Hope filled her. "Well I was wondering…"

"I'm going to stop you there." Vickie put her hand up. "I already know what you're going to ask and no."

"No?"

"No." Vickie huffed. "I have strict instructions that the any member or representative for the Shield is not allowed to take part of the meeting."

"Ah." The hope was killed.

"Sorry." She shrugged. "Just know that if I could I would help you."

Angel shook her head. "No, I understand."

"Well, got to go." Vickie waved and walked away

Taking a deep breath and turned back towards the boys. "It was worth a try."

"Did something seem off with her?" Roman asked.

"You mean other than her 'cougar' neckless?" Dean asked. "Because I think there's something wrong with that neckless."

Angel walked back to her spot, letting out a small sigh that made Dean look at her and half smirk and she couldn't help but smile back at his scruffy face. Apparently, he had left his razor in the hotel that they were using for the Raw show, which meant that he wasn't able to shave for Smackdown.

Not being able to stop herself, she reached out and touched his cheek, stroking the peach fuss on his face. "We really need to get you a new razor."

"What don't like the beard."

She cocked her head. "I mean, I could get used to it, if you wanted to keep it."

Dean scratched his face. "Nah, it's itchy."

"If you let it go, it will get past the itchy stage." Roman smirked as he rubbed his bread.

"Too much work." He sighed.

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Dean took a deep breath as he leaned against the hallway wall. There was this strange aura between the members of the Shield. If he had to describe it, it would be stale energy. For at first the four of them were all hyped up and ready to get some revenge on the Authority, but now after finding out that the Authority wasn't even coming to the show today all that energy went to waste. Leaving them sitting there with nothing to do but watch the show.

Which started off the most annoying woman screaming.

"Excuse me!" Vickie Guerrero voice grated his ears like nails on a chalk board. He always wondered how Eddie lived with that woman; one too many fights and the man was going to be deaf.

"I have been in direct communications with the Authority, they have taken a well-deserved night off." She said staring dead panned into the camera. "I would like to address the Shield…."

"Wait what?" Dean heard Angel's baffled voice as her eyes snapped up to the screen that they had 'commandeered'.

"Due to their disrespectful conduct this past Monday night on Raw. They will have a tag team match later on tonight. They will be facing; Curtis Axel, Ryback, Alberto Del Rio…" She paused and let out a laugh. "Oh it, doesn't matter, all that you need to know is that eleven Superstars will be facing the Shield tonight!"

"That bitch!" Angel yelled so loud that even he was taken back by it. "If I could help you I would…" She mocked Vickie. "I can't believe I fell for that…"

"Wow now." Roman put his hands up trying to stop the woman who was pacing around in the small area that they had claimed.

"I can't believe this. They can't get away with this. Not again." When tears started to well up in her eyes, all Dean's anger that seemed not to have anywhere to go started to come racing back.

Trying push back the feeling before he snapped, he reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry." He gritted through his teeth. "They won't."

Dean turned towards the screen once more to watch the stupid debate between Jack Swagger and Zeb Colter and Cesaro and Paul Heyman. His eyes locked onto Jack Swagger like he was wearing a target on his back. The man had been part of the handicap match that happened last week and he had a feeling that he was going to be part of this one as well.

"And we're going to start with him." Dean pointed towards the screen.

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