Hunting The Shield// Dean Ambrose

Biting The Hand That Feeds

"He's not gonna hate me for this will he?" I asked no one in particular but it was scared he was. He's pretty much my uncle. But i did warn him.

"Don't worry Tot. This is gonna work. You'll get what you want and they'll get what they want. Views and money." Ok that made me feel a little bit better. We could hear Hunter talking waiting for our cue.

"This whole shield crap is getting out of hand! Each and every week they attack people, interrupting matches and wasting everyone's time! All of it ends tonight!"

'Sierra
Hotel
India
Echo
Lima
Delta
Shield'

The crowd cheered as we made our way down the steps. It went Seth, me, Dean, then Roman. And as always Dean put his hand on my hip to tease the crowd. For the few who could actually see freaked out causing us both to smirk.

Hunter and Steph both looked at us with anger and fear. Circling the ring we all got on the apron on our respective sides. Our staredown was so tense it was suffocating. Stephs wide eyes were locked with mine not even moving when the guys got in the ring and started beating Hunter to the mat.

I slowly got in the ring my focus purely on the woman in front of me. The closer i got the more she backed away. That was until she backed into the hard chest of the powerhouse. She frantically looked around noticing that Hunter was handcuffed to the rope. I have to admit i didn't know the guys were gonna do that but hey. Good thinking.

When Stephanie finally faced me again i jumped on her wrapping my legs around her stomach bringing her to the ground in the Kimura Lock. The move itself was painful but more tension and i can break her arm. She screamed in pain while Hunter yelled at me to stop.

Dean grabbed a mic. All the guys told me was that i apply the move and they do the talking. I was a little nervous but I trusted them. Please let this work.

Dean snapped his fingers in front of Hunters face which was red in anger. "Hey bossman. Eyes up here for a second. You're right this crap does end tonight. Because tonight you are gonna give my sweet little Ana her match. And if you don't well.... you'll be leaving to take your wife to the hospital."

Dean handed the mic off to Seth. "And if you don't then we'll break her arm then go to vince and get the match. Because he knows what the people want. He knows how to make money. And let's be honest this will give you guys all the views you can dream of."

Handing the mic back to Dean, he bent down to get eye level breaking the line of sight between Hunter and me. "So I suggest you give my girl her match. You got 10 seconds to choose."

When Dean said this the crowd actually started counting down. If this wasn't a serious moment I would have actually laughed. Stephanie was screaming for him to do it. But he was still hesitant. I pulled a little bit harder. The closer the crowd got to zero the more pressure i put.

"Alright!"

Dean smirked. "Sorry boss man what was that?"

He put the mic to Hunters mouth. "You got your match. At survivor series."

Smirking I released Stephanie's arm and Roman helped me up. Seth took the microphone as we stood in the middle of the ring. "You are witnesses here tonight. At survivor series it will be Ana Hunt vs. Randy Orton in a steel cage match." I'm pretty sure the roof blew off the building and i went deaf with their cheers.

Finally the mic was handed to Roman. "And you can believe that." We all stuck our fists together. I smirked at all the guys and Dean sent me a wink making sure the camera caught it. After we made our way back up the stairs we all cheered. We finally got me my match. Time for some closure and to move on with my life.

"You did great out there Tot!" The boys congratulated me making me feel good. It was always nice to get recognition or congratulated but with them it meant so much more. I smiled brightly and thanked them.

"Why don't you use that move more often darlin?" The boys all shared the same look. Like they had the same question.

"Well one i don't really do submissions but i know how. Plus its not my move to use."

~~3rd Person~~

The guys all looked confused. They didn't recognize the move so who's could it be?

"Well whose move is it baby girl?" It kinda surprised Ana that they didn't know.

Ana pointed behind them smiling. "His."

Turning around the guys were face to face with Brock Lesnar. Normally you would see him and he'd look pissed off but he actually had a smile on his face.

"I think she does it better than i do. How are you Ana?"

"Of course i do it better. And i'm well. Yourself?"

He shrugged but smiled and hugged the tiny woman. It was actually funny having those two standing side by side since he is 6ft 5. The guys actually laughed at the height difference.

"God damn bunch of trees you lot are. Making fun of short girl who can knock you on your ass." That comment made them laugh more.after they stopped laughing Ana introduced the guys and as expected they started talking about guys stuff.

Which was fine with Ana because she was tired so she walked off to find a quiet place to nap. Almost as if she was a kid again she found a quiet corner, sat against the wall, pulling her knees to her chest letting sleep take her.

A/N
Should i do more Ana POV's and maybe some other peoples POV's as well or should i stick to third person?