Shield Maiden

Dean Ambrose/OC

Summary: Ariala Calloway is the daughter of the Phenom, The Undertaker. She has grown up behind the scenes of the WWE and learned from some of the best in the business. After spending time in TNA she has come back to the WWE as a female wrestler at the request of her Godfather, Vince McMahon. Her sweet and innocent personality attracts the attention of one faction, but the darker side that she tries to keep hidden attracts a different faction entirely.

A/N: For the purposes of this story the wrestlers prefer to go by their ring names all the time. For certain characters like Undertaker and Kane I will use both ring and real names depending on the situation. I'm sorry if some of you don't like that but this is my story and I prefer it this way as it is simply easier than trying to remember all their real names and switching back and forth. Also, for my story I am making it that nothing is scripted, what happens…happens. The higher ups might give a general guideline idea but the wrestlers get to run with it and make it Interesting.

Chapter 1

It was one of those overly bright, severely hot, unbearably humid, and entirely too sunny kind of days in Houston, Texas. The WWE was at the Houston Toyota Center and the crew was finishing the set-up for that night's show, running around and buzzing like a beehive in spring. The ring was always the first thing to be set-up so the wrestlers could practice if they wanted to, and some of the men were taking advantage of it. The only figure in the arena that seemed to prefer sitting still was a lone female sitting on a chair high up in the stands. Waist-length black hair curtained her face from view as her head bobbed up and down to the music spilling out of her headphones. She had true headphones too, not the earbuds everyone else seemed to favor lately, because she felt the sound quality was better and with the kind she had they went over her ears and blocked most external sound so all she heard was her music. Her clothing consisted of a pair of black cargo pants with a black crop-top tank bearing the Undertaker's symbol and a pair of black leather boots with very thick soles. No one seemed to pay any attention to her, but that was how she liked it. As a shadow fell over her she craned her neck back to see the dark figured towering behind her, a bright smile curling her lips and making her emerald eyes shine with happiness.

"Hi Daddy."

The Undertaker, one of the most feared and respected men in wrestling, gave a rare smile to his daughter Ariala. She was his oldest girl at 28, born from a brief relationship between marriages. Her mother was not suited for motherhood, had no interest in having a child, and signed full custody over to him so that he could raise her instead. He still believed it was the best decision he'd ever made and she was the brightest thing in his life.

"Is everything alright Darlin'?"

"Everything's fine, just a bit nervous about tonight ya know?"

"You'll do just fine Darlin'. You are my little girl after all. The WWE fans will love you just as much as they do in TNA, if not more."

She laughed softly and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before running off to find her Godfather, and boss, Vince McMahon. When she found him he was in the process of yelling at some poor crew member who had the misfortune of getting in his way. Her little bubble of laughter stopped him in mid-yell as he turned to face her with a much softer look than most people ever got to see from him.

"Ya know…it isn't very nice to yell at the poor man for doing the job you hired him for?"

"Ariala! How is my favorite God-Daughter?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm your only godchild Uncle Vince."

The two shared a light laugh before beginning to discuss the night's events. Vince and the Undertaker had been running Promos for weeks, teasing the fans with the Undertaker talking about his little Princess of Darkness and everyone seeing the shadowy figure of a female behind him. Now they were ready to reveal her to the world and she couldn't help but be nervous. Vince noticed her fingers twitching against her thigh, which was usually the only sign anyone ever saw of her nerves, and placed his hands gently over hers. When he spoke his tone was soft and reassuring.

"Relax Princess. The crowd will adore you and your father and I will be right beside you. You'll be fine. Just relax and be yourself."

"Be myself? You're funny Uncle Vince. If I did that people would fear me or try to have me committed."

Vince chuckled and shook his head a bit.

"I doubt that. Now, here's how we're gonna work this. I'll go out first and talk about how I plan to take control of my company back and make some changes. Then I'll call your father out and let him talk a bit before we call you out and let you rile the fans up. Later in the night you will accompany your father to his match against Kane and stay ringside to cheer him on."

"That's going to be a fun match. I always love watching them fight each other. I may end up cheering for both of them though…I mean Kane is my Uncle after all."

Vince's loud bark of laughter earned him some odd looks but that never bothered him, he signed their paychecks after all. He gave Ariala a hug and sent her off to go meet the rest of the women on the roster, something she was more than a bit nervous about. She stepped nervously through the door of the Diva's locker room, only to be practically tackled by the Diva's Champion A.J. Lee who began talking rather quickly.

"Hi! You must be Ariala. I'm AJ. Stephanie told us her father was bringing you over from TNA and we're all just so excited. Oh! Is the Undertaker really your Dad!?"

"AJ! Let the poor girl get in the room and breath first. Hi there, I'm Paige. Don't mind AJ she just gets really excited over new people."

Ariala blinked a few times before a small smile managed to come out as she shook their hands.

"It's nice to meet you both, and the rest of you ladies as well. Yes, The Undertaker is my father, which makes Kane my Uncle. Meaning you, AJ, dated my Uncle."

She burst into a small fit of giggles at the look on AJ's face before the other Diva joined her. She saw the shocked looks of the rest of the women and decided to drop the other shoe.

"Also, I'll tell you girls a little tidbit that the fans will find out tonight…Vince McMahon is my Godfather."

"Holy Shit!"

"Damn girl, you're practically wrestling royalty over there."

Ariala shook her head, blushing a bit and looking to Natalya to help her out. They had known each other since they were little girls and were the best of friends, training together and playing together all their lives. Natalya laughed softly at her friend's facial expression and shooed the others back a bit.

"Give her some breathing room girls. She's not that different from the rest of us, just don't make her mad."

Ariala gave Natalya a pointed look while trying to gloss over the end of her comment.

"I'm just another woman looking to make her mark in this business. I've trained hard to get to this point just like you Paige.

"Well, I gotta say lovie…with a look like that you'll do just fine."

"Thanks Paige. I gotta show support for my dad right? I get to be daddy's little princess for a bit, and that's always fun."

The girls all shared a laugh over that one. Ariala was the only one already in her outfit for the night so she decided to head towards the catering area to get some water while the rest of the girls got ready. She was checking the signs instead of watching where she was going and bumped into what felt like a brick wall, only this brick wall managed to grab her arms to keep her from falling on her ass.

"I'm so sorry, I was trying to read the signs and I just ran into you and…"

"It's not a problem. You didn't do any damage."

"I don't think she could do any damage to you Roman, she's just a little Diva."

The first guy was large and built like a brick house. He reminded her of The Rock, or Rocky as she called him. She knew who he was, she'd been watching the Shield like everyone else had, and smiled softly at him when he said he wasn't hurt. When the other man spoke she turned to level a fierce glare at him. This one had two-toned half-blonde and half-black hair and, while muscular, was much more slender than the first. The third member of their group, with short dirty-blonde hair that had little curls at the ends, was standing there watching her with a little smirk on his lips. This was the one most people thought was a bit unstable. When he spoke his gravelly voice rolled down Ariala's spine and made her shiver a bit, something that did not go unnoticed by him and caused that little smirk to grow a bit bigger.

"I don't think she appreciates being talked about like that Seth."

"Whatever. The Divas are all the same. A bunch of little models trying to play at wrestling."

Ariala's eyes showed anger as they narrowed and her lips thinned into a tight line. She couldn't stop herself from kicking him in the shin, hard. He yelped and hopped up and down a few times, making Roman give a deep chuckle of amusement, before glaring at her and getting in her face.

"What the fuck was that for?!"

"For having the nerve to insult me when you don't even know anything about me."

She shoved him back from her and continued to verbally put him in his place.

"I am NOT a simple little Diva. For your information I am a female wrestler. I was trained by some of the best men and women in this business. You can doubt me all you want Skunk-head but I will prove you and everyone else wrong. Now get the fuck out of my way before I kick something more sensitive than your leg."

Dean's deep, soft laughter from directly behind her made her freeze-up. His hands came to rest on her waist as he leaned in close to speak low in her ear.

"I like you're attitude sweetheart. A little hellcat playing at being a sweet little girl. I'll be watching you, believe that."

While he was speaking her eyes had slid shut from the tone he used, but when he finished an almost devilish little smirk spread over her lips.

"Well, you can keep watching all you want but I suggest you learn to keep your hands to yourself unless you want to lose them."

She elbowed him sharply in the side, making him let go of her with a wince and allowing her to move closer to Roman.

"Sorry again for running into you Roman, you seem to be the more mature member of the group. You look like someone else I know, maybe a distant relation or something…?"

Roman raised a single eyebrow at her, shocked that she was being so friendly to him after how she was with the other two. His deep baritone made her feel even more at ease with him.

"Depends on who it is you're talking about."

"I was referring to Rocky…I mean Dwayne. Sorry I give nicknames to friends."

"He's a cousin, sort of. It's complicated."

"Family usually is. As for the two of you…Seth, learn to show more respect to women before you get slapped…and Dean, keep your damned hands to yourself."

She let out a little huff of annoyance before sauntering off down the hallway towards catering, and away from the Shield. Dean had that same little smirk on his face as he watched the sway of her hips as she left, while Seth just pouted at Roman for laughing at his pain.

"How come you didn't get hit? She was all nice and sweet to you."

"I know how to talk to women without pissing them off. Which is something you should probably learn one of these days…both of you."

They both looked at Dean when the dark laughter they were so used to hearing came from him. They both shared a look and Roman sighed softly.

"Dean, leave the girl alone man."

"Oh that's not happening Roman. There's a darkness in her, and I think we're just the men to bring it out to play. She'd make a beautiful little heel."

"We don't even know who she is man."

"It doesn't matter who she is Seth…soon enough I'll make her mine."

The other two men shared a helpless look as they followed Dean back to their secret locker room. There was no reasoning with Dean Ambrose, once he made up his mind about something that was it.

Ariala was oblivious to what they intended to do. She had finally made it to catering and was heading for the water when two muscular arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her into the air. As soon as she saw the tattoos on said arms she knew who it was and let out a bright peal of laughter.

"Put me down you big oaf. What took you so long to come and see me? I've been here all afternoon Randy."

"I know Princess. I was practicing for tonight. Might I just say that you look damn good Princess. How have you been?"

She beamed at him and did a cute little twirl to show off, making the Viper laugh loudly. The others in the catering area were shocked at how open and friendly the man was being since he normally seemed to hate just about everybody. A couple other men recognized the young woman he was talking to and came over to greet her themselves.

"Little Princess. Finally, you've come back to grace us with your regal presence."

The Big Show picked her up and set her on one of his shoulders as he spoke, making her squeal in surprise. She hugged his head once she was settled and giggled happily at his words.

"Yes, yes. I have returned to you my knight in spandex armor."

This earned a round of laughter from pretty much everyone in hearing range, including the big guy it was aimed at. The other man that came over spoke up and everyone else went silent, whether from fear or respect she wasn't entirely sure…maybe both.

"Where the heck have you been little one?"

"Didn't Daddy tell you?"

"Nope, he's been rather tight-lipped about you. All he told me was that you were fine and that you'd come back when it was time."

"Aww…its ok Uncle Kane. I'm back now."

"Uncle?!"

The shocked yell came from a number of men in the catering area, those that didn't already know who she was of course. Kane gave them all one of his infamous glares and they all went quiet, until that bright laughter sounded again.

"Be nice Uncle Kane. They're just curious. That's not a crime ya know?"

"I know little one. Now, when do you have to go out there?"

"Soon. Uncle Vince and Daddy are gonna introduce me first."

"Well then let's get you to the curtain Princess because Vince is already heading out there."

Kane pointed to the TV where Vince could be seen heading down the ramp. The Big Show insisted that she remain on his shoulder for the trip to the curtain and she was laughing the whole way because she could finally touch the ceiling. She didn't notice the three members of the Shield watching her and her three-man entourage as they reached the curtain and Show gently set her on her feet.

"There ya go Little Princess. Safe and sound."

"Thanks Paul."

She gave him a hug as he chuckled softly.

"Ya know you're the only one that still calls me that?"

"I know, but I'm special."

"That you are Princess. You be careful out there ya hear me? I don't want to have to ruin my asshole Viper image by rescuing you."

She stuck her tongue out at Randy and poked him in the stomach.

"I can take care of myself just fine thank you very much. I handled two members of the Shield earlier."

That statement caused the three men to frown at her in concern.

"What happened Little One? Did they hurt you?"

"What? No Uncle Kane they didn't hurt me. Dean and Seth were just being annoying, and arrogant. I showed them that I'm not some weak little girl and I won't take any of their shit."

"What exactly did you do Princess?"

"I kicked Seth and elbowed Dean in the ribs."

Kane's deep booming laughter was joined by that of his brother The Undertaker as he walked out of the shadows near the entrance to the ramp.

"That's our little girl. You ready Darlin'?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

They turned to the backstage monitor as Vince finally got the crowd settled down enough to let him talk. He wore a dark grey suit with a dark red tie and it looked good on him.

"Ladies and Gentleman of the WWE Universe. Welcome to Monday Night Raw in Houston, Texas!"

The crowd roared their approval before settling down again.

"I know you're all wondering why I chose to come out here tonight. A while back I told my daughter Stephanie and her husband Triple H that I would let them run the WWE for a while so I could observe and see how they handled it. Well, I am NOT happy with what they've been doing lately."

The crowd cheered again and Vince gave a big grin to the camera.

"That's why I'm joining forces with The Undertaker himself!"

As he said that the lights in the arena went dark and the Phenom's music began to play to the roar of the crowd. When the lights came back he was standing next to Vince in his Lord of Darkness gear from the Ministry days.

"Together we're going to make some much needed changes around here."

Vince handed a second microphone to The Undertaker and let him take over as the crowd began chanting for him.

"First thing's first Vince. We have someone we need to introduce to the world. Someone very special to both of us, and the main reason we're doing this at all. I am very proud to be able to introduce my little Princess of Darkness, my daughter Ariala."

Take it Out on Me by Thousand Foot Krutch blasted out over the speaker as Ariala made her way to the ring. She stood up on the apron outside the ropes and waited for her moment, and when the song screamed out "Scream if you wanna!" she bent backwards with her arms out to her sides and then shot upright with one fist up in the air. The crowd loved it and screamed their heads off at her, chanting her name and throwing their own fists in the air. She slipped through the ropes and walked to her father's side, receiving a hug from him as he handed her his microphone and she smiled brightly at the fans.

"Hello Houston! Now, now settle down. I can't talk if ya'll are screaming like that."

Once they were settled back down again she spoke.

"Thank you. Now, first of all thank you Daddy and Uncle Vince for that wonderful introduction. Uncle Vince is my Godfather, for those who were wondering why I call him that. He decided that it's past time for the 'Diva's Division' to return to its former glory as the Women's Division, and I couldn't agree more. First off, the Diva's Championship will be done away with and the Women's Championship belt will be brought back."

The fans shouted their approval of the plan and Ariala smiled at Vince.

"See? I told you they'd like it. In order to determine who will be the Women's Champion there will be a Women's Championship Tournament. Also, Vince has decided to bring back the King of the Ring Tournament in the near future so stay tuned in for that. What was that?"

A man in the audience was yelling a question at her and it made her smile sweetly at him.

"Aww, aren't you a sweetheart? Yes, I will in fact be in the Women's Tournament. Vince brought me into the WWE because I've been trained by some of the best men and women to grace this ring. Like Natalya I've been training since I was a little girl, and with her help I think we can bring glory back to Women of the WWE."

She beamed at the fans while they cheered yet again, only to have that smile turn into a frown of annoyance as the Shield's music interrupted. The three men descended through the crowd who all seemed to want to touch them, much to Seth's irritation as he danced around to avoid all the hands. The three climbed into the ring as Vince and Taker stepped slightly in front of Ariala just in case. It was Dean that decided to speak first.

"Hello again Sweetheart. Miss me?"

"Like a Toothache."

The crowd laughed at her comeback but Dean just shook his head with that little smirk of his.

"You should be nicer to us Sweetheart, we're the most dangerous faction in the WWE. Shall we show the fans what happened when we met you earlier tonight?"

He motioned to the Titan-Tron as the entire interaction they had played out on the screen. Everything from her bumping into Roman, Seth insulting her, her kicking Seth, Dean flirting with her, and her elbowing Dean before walking away was shown in full HD glory. She was smirking back at them by the time it stopped playing.

"I'm surprised you were willing to let the fans watch you two getting bested by a girl about half your size."

Seth glared at her when the crowd laughed and he stepped forward but was blocked by one of Roman's big arms. Dean just gave one of his dark, slightly crazy laughs.

"Oh Sweetheart, that was nothing. You'll have to do a lot worse than that to get rid of someone like me."

"You are certainly full of yourself. I've already warned you not to mess with me, if you choose to ignore that warning it'll be your funeral Dean Ambrose. I'm not some fragile little glass flower, and if you mess with me I'll hit back. Now get lost, and stay lost."

Before Dean could respond Vince interjected himself into the little dispute, while Taker put his big hands on her shoulders to settle her down. He was leveling a dark glare at the three Shield men, daring them to make another move towards his daughter.

"Alright now just settle down. I like you three, I've said it before. However, if you ever interrupt what I'm doing again I will fire your asses on the spot! GOT IT?!"

The three gave curt, angry nods before reluctantly leaving the ring, though not before Dean saw the satisfied smirk on Ariala's face and gave her one of his own while mouthing 'This isn't over yet Sweetheart' as he walked away. Once they were gone Vince continued on, noticing how agitated Ariala had gotten from that interaction.

"Undertaker, I think you should get her back to your locker room until it's time for your match."

Taker nodded and led her out of the ring and up the ramp to the backstage area. Once there she was immediately wrapped into her Uncle Kane's arms. She sighed softly as he just held her close and rubbed her back to try and calm her temper back down.

"Easy Little One, just relax. Would you like Randy to help you calm back down?"

She nodded slowly and Randy picked her up bridal-style, carrying her off to her father's locker room where he rubbed her arms and helped her with the calming exercises his Anger-Management therapist had taught him. While he was calming her down her father and Uncle were discussing the Shield.

"What the hell do they want with her? She doesn't need them adding stress to her life. You know how she reacts to stress Mark."

"Glenn. Ii isn't the stress that worries me, it's the anger. I raised her remember? We just have to do our best to keep them away from her and hope she stays calm. Randy is a big help in that area. He knows exactly how to calm her temper and settle her dark side back down."

"What if she loses control of it again?"

"Then we'll do whatever we need to in order to keep her safe and happy."

The two headed to Taker's locker room to find Ariala curled up asleep in Randy's lap like a kitten while he stroked her hair.

"How is she?"

"Calm…for now. Ambrose just gets under her skin a little too easily."

"We're all going to have to do our best to keep them away from her. Not just Ambrose but the other two Shield members as well."

"What if she doesn't want to be kept away from them Taker? You know how easily darkness attracts her, and Ambrose definitely has a dark side. She may end up falling into whatever web he's trying to weave here."

Taker sighed and shook his head at Randy's question. It was what he himself feared after seeing how she reacted to Ambrose's attempts to rile her up.

"I don't know. I'll deal with that if it happens. She may get tired of fighting her darkness again and let it run wild."

"Well, if that happens I'll be staying out of her line of fire. I still have a scar on my ass from the last time I pissed her off when she went dark."

The two larger men chuckled at Randy's comment, but they knew entirely too well how vicious her dark side could be. They stayed as they were until it was getting close to Taker and Kane's match. Randy gently shook Ariala awake.

"It's time for you to lead your dad out to his match Princess."

"Already? Didn't we just get in here?"

"You fell asleep Princess. I just hope I made a comfortable pillow."

"Oops, sorry Randy. Although…you are pretty comfy."

They all shared a laugh before heading to the backstage area again. Kane went out first, complete with his fire that always set the crowd off. Ariala and her father came out next, the slow funeral march music calling to Ariala, she'd always loved her dad's dark theme music. She stayed outside the ring as her father and uncle squared off. As they traded blows, and tried to tombstone each other through the mat, she found herself alternating who she cheered for. The crowd seemed to love that she was cheering on both men, and the anouncers were commenting on how adorable it was that she didn't want to choose sides. By the time the fight was over both men were exhausted but The Undertaker managed to win, barely. Kane rolled out of the ring and limped his way backstage while Ariala slid into the ring to check on her father. He nodded to her that he was fine and wished her luck before he headed out of the ring as well, though he was moving a bit slower than usual.

Ariala stayed where she was as her first match was set to start now. She looked up with a little smirk on her lips as Natalya's music hit and the blonde woman came out to the ring. The two had a brief stare-down and shared a handshake before locking. They went move for move for what seemed like forever according to the announcers, bouncing and flying around the ring and each other. By the time end of the match both women were hurting and tired. They had knocked each other down and Ariala was the first to get up. She saw an opening as Natalya was getting up and swiftly moved in to use her finisher, which she called the Kiss of Darkness. She ran up to Natalya, wrapped one arm around her neck, and knelt down while smashing Natalya's face into her knee. Natalya fell backwards onto the mat and Ariala covered her for the 1-2-3 pin. She carefully stood and let the referee raise her hand, her other arm holding her side in a bit of pain. Natalya got up and hugged her, both congratulating each other on a good match. The audience could tell the two were friends despite being competitors. Ariala groaned softly as her music cut out and the Shield's kicked on. The three men made their way down to the ring and climbed in, surrounding her as Natalya and the referee slid out to safety. Natalya gave her an apologetic look before abandoning her and running backstage. She ignored the other two and focused on Dean, since he was right in front of her wearing that aggravating little smirk of his.

"Congratulations on your first win Sweetheart. That was an impressive match am I right Fans?!"

The crowd screamed their approval.

"See? They agree with me. That was women's wrestling at its best Sweetheart."

"Cut the sweet talking and get to your point Ambrose. What the hell do you want?"

"Aww…are we a bit cranky Sweetheart?"

"I'm tired, and I'm in pain. Get to your point or get out of my damn way."

Dean tilted his head to one side slightly and just gave her another of those smirks as he stepped up into her personal space. She tried to take a step back from him but her back met the immovable Samoan wall known as Roman Reigns.

"Fuck."

All three men raised an eyebrow at her language, which earned them her middle finger in retaliation. Dean gave one of those low dark laughs and ran a finger down her cheek, speaking low into her ear, but also into the microphone so everyone else could hear what he had to say.

"You have a dark side Sweetheart, and I intend to bring it out to play. You can fight it, and me, all you want but I always get what I want…and Sweetheart? I've decided that I want you."

He moved his head and kissed her hard, sliding one hand behind her head to keep her in place. He pulled back with a sharp curse as she bit down hard on his lip, drawing blood. As he stepped back she pulled her arm back and would have punched him in the face if Roman hadn't grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Get the fuck away from me you arrogant jackass! You have no right to touch me, let alone kiss me! If Roman here wasn't so damned strong I'd have punched you already! Let the fuck go!"

Roman leaned his head down to speak softly for only her to hear, his tone of voice was apologetic and it mollified her somewhat that at least he had manners.

"Sorry, I can't just let you hit him…even if I think he deserves it."

Dean stepped forward to try and get back into her personal space again but she used Roman's body as leverage to kick him, barely missing a very sensitive piece of anatomy when he moved so that she got his thigh instead. He licked his lips and took a step back, raising his hands as if in surrender.

"Alright sweetheart, I can see you've reached your limit for tonight. I'll leave you alone for now, but this is nowhere near over. You can believe that!"

Dean left the ring and motioned to the other two to follow him. He paused at the barricade to look back at her, standing in the ring glaring angrily at him as her chest heaved up and down from her harsh breathing.

"I'll be watching you Sweetheart, and I'm not going to give up."

With that the Shield left through the crowd again as the fans cheered wildly. Ariala finally managed to make her feet move and left the ring, stomping her way backstage looking like the human version of a thundercloud. She ran into her father's waiting arms and she curled up in them as he lifted her up. He grabbed both his bag and hers before leading her out to his car. Once they got to the hotel he put her to bed and just sat nearby, watching over her like a protective shadow. He had tried to go out to her side when the Shield went out there but the rest of the roster had been blocking his pathway, Kane and Randy having the same problem. He growled softly, wishing he could get his hands on the Shield, but mostly Ambrose as he was the one targeting his little girl and making her upset. Like any father he just wanted to keep her safe and happy.

A/N: I hope you all liked this first chapter. Each chapter will be one night of Raw or Smackdown action. So the next Chapter will be Smackdown. What do you think of Ariala? She's none-too-happy with Dean right now, though he seems to like her lol. Another chapter to follow soon as they head to Smackdown.