Fresh Air. -A Dean Ambrose Love Story-

Chapter 31- You Messed With The Wrong Team

Violet.

About eight hours removed from Monday Night Raw, and a sleepless night later, and the Shield was now on their way to the next town for the Smackdown taping. Nobody has said much...Other than Dean's constant 'are you okay? are you sure you're okay?" The boys weren't mad at each other or anything, no...But, they were pissed in general.

The Wyatts completely destroyed the last opportunity the three of them had for a while at becoming WWE World Heavyweight Champion. Sure, the guys already accomplished so much already...Roman topped Kane's record of eliminations in the Royal Rumble, Roman and Seth became tag team champions, Dean's on his way to becoming the longest reigning United States Champion in history, but still. The WWE World Heavyweight Championship is the most coveted title in all of WWE...It's every superstars dream to win that belt.

The guys may not have said much since last night, but judging by all the anger I could feel in this car right now...They were all on the same page. So, they were angry and I was terrified...Yup.

I wasn't kidding, the Wyatts absolutely terrified me and with me stuck in Erick Rowan's arms last night, and all three of my boys down, I thought for sure I would be getting kidnapped by those creeps...I got chills up and down my body just thinking about it.

The images of last night replayed in my mind again, just like they had all night; The lights randomly going out, the Wyatts appearing out of nowhere, Dean shouting for me in the darkness, all three of the boys getting hit with the Sister Abigail, Dean hearing my scream and trying to get to me despite being in a world of pain...

The three of my boys laying helplessly in the ring...They were out cold, I was honestly surprised they walked out of the trainers room with nothing more than a few bruises to their name. They didn't even want to go to catering to begin with, I had to plead with them, and they only agreed because I was so damn frustrated I started to cry.

I didn't feel like me right now. I felt terrified. I felt frustrated. I felt drained. And for the first time, ever...I didn't feel like going to work. I didn't feel that familiar butterflies flutter in my stomach at the thought of being at that arena, at walking down that ramp, stepping in between those ropes.

I was scared. I just wanted to curl up in a ball, next to Dean, and stay there forever.

Wrapped in my thoughts, I hadn't even realized the guys had actually begun to have a full blown conversation with each other. Eavesdropping a little bit, I caught the very tail end of the conversation.

"And if Bray and his little pack of hillbillies step in the Shield's yard again, I will literally knock his teeth down his throat, no hesitation." Dean spat out. "Nobody messes with the Shield and gets away with it. In fact, I say as soon as we get to the arena, we-"

"No, Dean...We can't go after them, that's what they want us to do."

"Seth's right, man...If we go after them we'd be falling right into their trap. You really think they wouldn't be expecting us?"

"What? So you two want us to do absolutely nothing?! After everything they put us through last night?! Ruining our Elimination Chamber opportunity, kicking the absolute shit out of us, and putting their hands on Violet?" I winced when he mentioned that.

"Oh, no...I want to beat the shit out them, but in due time...We need to conduct a plan."

"Then conduct a plan, oh wise Architect."

"I'm working on it." I could feel the frown forming on my face at the thought of them trying to outsmart the Wyatts...The Wyatts are the Shield's toughest enemies to date...They're unpredictable...They're actual psychopaths...They don't care about anyone's wellbeing, not even their own...They were far more dangerous than the Shield in my opinion, because at least the Shield had morals...If you were important to them, they'd do anything for you. Just look at how they treat me.