Dean woke up with the worst headache of all time. He groaned loudly and opened an eye to see a ray of sunshine shining through the shades of the hotel room. He hissed and turned his head.
Seth was still knocked out in his bed, sprawled out like a spider. He snored loudly and muttered to himself, drooling on the covers.
Roman Reigns was completely awake. He was doing push-ups on the ground, keeping up with his physical finesse. He soon finished his push-ups and exhaled in relief. He put on a tank top and some socks and opened the door to the hall. He went to the very next door on his right. He pulled out a hotel key and opened the door. It clicked and he pushed open the door. He walked in and Dean raised his head slowly. "Morning Dean." "Mmmmmn, morning."
He walked inside and looked at the clock. "8:22AM" he pulled the covers off of Dean and tapped his head. "Come on, get up. Take a shower or something and brush your teeth. You just got done drinking." Dean flailed his body and whined. "Why?!" He chuckled to himself and smacked Dean's head softly. "I'll be downstairs getting something to eat when you're done." He left the room and closed his door softly. He headed to Seth's room and woke him up. He told him the same thing and left to eat.
Roman smiled to himself as he sat down, staring down at three pancakes, three sausages, and two pieces of toasted buttered bread. "Oh yeah." He stabbed the pancake with the fork and bit off a piece of it. Seth walked into the breakfast area and nodded at Roman. "Hey man. Just got here or something? I was in the shower for like ten minutes." "Naw, just explored the hotel a little before I came here." Seth made his way to make himself a big breakfast. It felt like his stomach was going to cave in or something. The last member of The Shield popped up, his hair a wild mess. He took in a big sniff and exhaled in pure ectasy. "Mmm, pancakes....the best thing in the morning."
After breakfast, they made their way to the gym and did a light workout. Today seemed like a chill day. They still had a show to do in a couple of hours though. "Hey man, can you hand me my bag?" Dean asked Seth. "Yeah." He grabbed his bag and tossed it to him. He unzipped the bag and pulled out a candy bar. "Dean! We just worked out." "It's a liiiight day, Seth. Calm your asscheeks." Seth rolled his eyes and stood up, wiping small beads of sweat from his forehead. "A champion should be in the best shape all the time, especially if you are a member of the SHIELD. No slacking around here." Dean stood up and tilted his head, drying his hands off with a towel. "What's that supposed to mean?" Roman stepped in the middle of the two and pushed them away. "Hey, hey, hey! Listen, you two need to calm down. It's just a candy bar. But he is right, we can't slack off at ALL." Dean smiled and rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, I get what you're saying."
They jumped up and down, waiting for their music to hit. "Sierra, Hotel, India, Echo, Lima, Delta, SHIELD." They made their way out of the curtains and slowly walked down the stairs. Fans were screaming all around them. "I LOVE YOU!" "ROMAN, HAVE MY CHILDREN! "YOU'RE THE BEST!!" They reached the barricade and vaulted over like usual. They circled the ring and entered, Dean with the microphone in his hand. They all stood there in the middle, looking around, surveying the crowd. "Heeeeeey, looks like Los Angeles is pretty packed tonight!" The fans cheering was like a jet engine. The arena was filled to the brim and was unbelievably loud. Dean signaled for the crowd to calm down just a little so they can hear what he's trying to say. "We have been on top for a long time now. We have dominated everyone in those locker rooms back there, and I mean eeevvveerryyone." The crowd was getting louder, agreeing with his statement. Seth grabbed the microphone. "So, if anyone wants to give us an actual CHALLENGE, then we would be more than happy. So, come on down, at least three people." Seth gave the microphone to the ref and stretched, as well as the others did.
Brock Lesnar's theme song hit and everyone went batshit crazy. "Cole! It's Brock Lesnar! If you remember, three months ago, attack, after attack, after attack from The Shield, they put Lesnar out of commission! Wow! Here Comes The Pain!" Jerry Lawler exclaimed, in absolute surprise. Seth looked up in utter shock, Roman rolled his eyes, and Dean just got more excited. Brock stopped at the top of the ramp and smiled to himself, shaking his head. The Hardy Boyz theme song hit and the arena went a little dark. They came out with glow in the dark paint on and danced to the crowds loud screaming of pure astonishment. They came onto the ramp and the arena was filled back with light. The Hardy's ran down the ramp and slid into the ring. Brock Lesnar followed behind and took his place on the ropes. Jeff Hardy grabbed the mic from the ref and examined the three. "Well, well. Looks like the WWE doesn't play when it comes to talent. You said you wanted a challenge boys? You got one. Me, Matt, and Brock, against you three, right now." Seth smiled at Jeff and calmly took the mic from him. "Alright, Hardy Boyz. We did a little research on you two, so, like The Rock says, just bring it." He gave the mic away and stood in the corner of The Shield. Jeff stood in the corner of his brother and Brock and strectched.
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RandomSierra, Hotel, India, Echo, Lima, Delta, SHIELD. They were brothers. They were the Hounds of Justice. They were the most powerful trio in wrestling history. They were, The Shield. Until a two toned bastard destroyed it. And his name, is Seth Rollins...
