WWE is in For It

Chapter Nine-- The Shield vs The Wyatt Family

~Dean's POV~

I felt so awful. How could I push my only sister away?? I'm never going to salvage this now...She already hates me. Why can't I ever do anything right?!? Casey was right when we first met. I act on impulse. I have no plans for anything I do and that's why I always fail everyone around me.

The Shield was getting ready to fight the Wyatts, so I stood behind the entrance to the stairs with Seth and Roman. I looked over to Roman. He was like family to me. Someone I could really rely on... Was I that to him or just a piece of crap? Cause I feel like a piece of crap right now. I exhale sharply before glancing at Seth. I don't even think I'll be able to trust him again. He's so...confusing. How do we know he's not gonna turn his back on us again? He's a scum bag...but he likes my sister. Does Casey actually like him? She never fully answered my question...

I shook my head, remembering that all this over-protective crap is what got me in this rut in the first place. Then I felt anger coarse through my veins. This isn't Dean Ambrose talking, it's some freakish exposure to estrogen or something. I mean, spending time with Casey could cause that, right?

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

Our music cued and we headed out.

We got into the ring, Seth and I heading to opposite corners and standing up on them to get the crowd revved. Roman just did his thing of walking around the ring looking "intimidating."

The entire arena went black and the Wyatt video of them trying to be creepy popped up. When the video Bray blew out the lamp, the lights came up some and revealed Luke Harper, Erik Rowan, and Bray Wyatt headed to the ring. Where's Braun Strowman? Some injury.

"Frightened yet, boys?" Bray asked, looking us over with slight amusement.

I got in his face, already boiling with annoyance. I wanted to beat the crap out of him. "We're not afraid of puny excuses for wrestlers." I spat, glaring at him.

I got even more angrier as Bray began laughing. "Is that so? Well, some things never change about people. I do not fear of men that think they have a chance against the eater of worlds." Bray smiled creepily.

I kept my eyes on him as we were ordered to our corners and the match began with Seth vs Erik.

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It had been fifteen minutes of back and forth torture. Roman was currently getting his butt handed to him by Bray Wyatt, who didn't look to hot himself, but definitely had the upper hand. I was dying to get in the ring and pound that "eater of worlds's" face into the mat. Finally, Roman managed to break free long enough to tag me in.

I jumped in and clothes lined Bray, knocking him onto his back. Gaining momentum, I jumped up and landed on his chest with my elbow. He let out a yell of pain which just fired me up more. I really wanted to teach this guy a lesson.

I pinned Bray, but he managed to kick out at 2 1/2. Screaming in annoyance and...well, basically just to scream, I picked him up by his hair and threw him face first into the corner of the ring. Bray let out another shout of pain.

I wasted no time and quickly cornered him. I punched his face left and right, not stopping until the ref was pushing me away, as I had created a blood waterfall on Bray's face. Whoops. I thought, chuckling inwardly.

A smirk grew on my face as the match continued. Bray tried to make a move, but I drove all my weight into his torso, knocking him back to the ground. I pinned him and the ref counted three. Dang it, I was kinda hoping I could pull a dirty deeds before he tapped out.

I shrugged it off and jumped up, the other guys joining me as we celebrated. Seth somehow retrieved a mic and was about to talk when music blasted all throughout the arena and Sheamus stormed out looking ready to pounce on a wild cat.

What the heck is that stupid ginger doing here? I thought, annoyance pricking at my skin. This piece of crap was intruding on Shield's first win.

"So..." Sheamus trailed off, stopping a few feet from the ring. "I see you all think shaking up the Wyatts is gonna get ya far, eh? If you want to start a war, you have to fight the highest ranking wrestlers, laddies."

I smirked and stole Seth's mic. "You suggesting we fight ourselves, Sheamus?"

He chuckled heartily, seeming quite amused by my words. "Very funny there, Ambrose. But I think you know what I mean."

Seth took back his mic, sending me a slight dirty look before speaking. "You came out here to challenge us? Fine, we'll fight you and your puny team. Just be prepared to fall."

Once again, Sheamus laughed. "You all are a lot more stupid than I remembered. I really don't believe you've proven yourselves enough to compete against the League of Nations. But...once you've brought back your original title, you may try yourselves against the best tag team in this company. Until then, enjoy your celebration, Shield. Maybe it'll last longer this time." He sent a devilish smirk at Seth, referring to his previous betrayal, before exiting.