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So here we are with a brand new story. It's been so long since I've done a Dean Ambrose story and I've missed writing about that crazy little lunatic. So I'm ready to get my teeth stuck into this one. I have lots planned for it, it's gonna be a good one. So favourite, follow and review. Enjoy!

This chapter is named after 'The Beginning' by Rupaul

Dean Ambrose's Point Of View

"A girl?" I exclaimed, looking at the 70 year old man standing in front of me as if he'd just shot my dog. "Is this fucking serious? Are you winding me up?"

"Dean…" Roman muttered warningly from his seat by my side. "Calm down."

"This is bullshit," I said as I dropped down into my seat, begrudgingly heeding my friend's warning. I was standing in front of the Chairman of the company after all. And I'd just called his idea bullshit.

"Yes," said Vince McMahon as he stood behind his desk. "A girl. I'm bringing in a girl."

He didn't make any remark on my outburst, nor did he reprimand me. He simply continued on talking, stepping out from his desk to pace in front of us, giving off the air of authority that he was so famous for.

"When?" Seth asked curiously from his seat on my other side. He seemed far more relaxed than I was.

"Within the next week or so," our boss said in his deep gravelly voice. "She's filming her last NXT show down in Florida on Wednesday and she'll be with us by the weekend."

"This is still fucking bullshit," I mumbled quietly to myself, not wanting Vince to hear me this time. He'd let me off once for talking shit about his ideas, he may not be so kind if I pushed him a second time. Mr McMahon wasn't exactly famous for being a forgiving person.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing though, if I was honest. The fact that Vince had even entertained the idea was ridiculous, never mind the fact that he was now actually going through with it.

He wanted to bring a woman into The Shield. Yeah, a fucking woman! He wanted to expand three into four and to do that he wanted a lass to join. Two years we'd been without a girl and for two years we'd dominated the whole fucking roster. The last thing we needed was some pathetic and annoying chick with fake nails to walk in with her big boobs and nasty hair extensions to lessen and cheapen us and make us a fucking laughing stock. We hadn't needed one all these years and we didn't need one now.

I was pissed off to say the least.

I was just grateful it was me sitting here right now and not him. If I were him right now, the chairs would be thrown around in a scattered disarray, the desk would have been smashed up against the wall, and security would have been called in to calm the situation down. It had happened in the past and I knew it could happen again. I was on the precipice of him coming out, the anger soaring through my veins. But I kept my composure as best as I could, keeping him inside and not letting him venture out. It wasn't worth it.

I was in front of the boss. I was pushing it enough as it was. Letting him come out would get me fired for sure. And I wasn't getting fired over something this ridiculous.

"But why? Why do we need a girl?" I asked, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

"We need to keep you guys fresh, keep you relevant," Vince explained. "Ever since you three defeated Evolution last month, you've reached the top, you've reached the pinnacle, and there's little left for you to do as a threesome. We need to bring a new aspect to The Shield."

"With a girl?" I asked again.

Don't get me wrong, I fucking loved the ladies. Dean Ambrose was more than happy to be surrounded by three or four ladies at a time if it was possible. But I just didn't think The Shield needed one. We were about brotherhood, three guys against the world. And bringing in a woman would change our entire dynamic.

And I could see Vince was getting more and more aggravated with my questions.

"The next option is to split you three up and allow you to go your separate ways," said Vince, his voice a little louder and sterner than it had been previously. "Is that what you'd prefer, Ambrose?"

Dammit...

His words made me settle back down into my seat and quieten down.

No. That's the last thing I wanted. The idea of being split from my brothers was one that terrified me. Being split up was not what I wanted at all.

Sensing how I'd quietened down, Vince continued on.

"A woman will bring new opponents for you, new storylines, a whole new set of fans. The women are on top of their game at the minute in this company and I believe she can really benefit from you and she can help you, just as you will benefit from her."

"Who is she?" Seth asked.

"Georgina Hale," Vince said.

"I recognize her name from NXT," commented Roman. "I've heard she's good."

I rolled my eyes at his words. She could be fucking amazing, she still didn't belong in The Shield.

"She's the best," Vince said. "Her mic skills are fantastic and her ring work is some of the best I've seen. She had an Ironman match with Sasha Banks at the last NXT Takeover and the match stole the show. She's excellent."

"And you think she could work with us?" Seth asked.

No…

"Yes," nodded Vince. "You guys are the best this company has and you know I wouldn't put her with you if I didn't think this could work. But I have the utmost faith in all four of you to pull this off."

"Then send her over," said Seth, my eyes glaring at my buddy as he seemed fine with this outcome. Seth was taking this far too well for my liking.

"When should we expect her?" Roman asked excitedly. The fucking Samoan was being far too accepting as well.

"Friday afternoon her flight gets in," he said. "I'll have her sent straight to your training session."

"Perfect," Seth nodded.

That's when the Chairman's glance landed on me.

"Is that alright with you, Mr Ambrose?" Vince asked, his eyes narrowing as he glared at me, burning holes through my skin.

"Fine," was all I answered, breaking eye contact and looking away.

"Good," he smiled. "Glad to see we're all finally on the same page. Now I have a few calls to make and a meeting to get to so I'll leave you to it. I'll email you all the details of Georgina's arrival and I'll let her know where to meet you. I look forward to seeing you gentlemen at Raw."

"Thank you, Mr McMahon," Roman said as the boss shook our hands.

And with that he exited the room, closing the door firmly behind him.

"What the actual fuck just happened?" I said, my arms folded firmly across my chest.

"I think this could be good," said Seth with a shrug. I glared at him accusingly, unable to believe the words that had just left his mouth.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" I asked him.

"I agree with Rollins," piped up Roman. "It's something different."

My head whipped around at the Samoan. "You're as bad as this bastard. You guys can't honestly think this is a good thing."

"Vince is right, we've reached the top," explained Seth. "Where else is there to go?"

"We don't need a fucking woman!" I yelled as if the statement were obvious.

"It's something different, Dean," Seth said. "Maybe this could help us, guys."

I shook my head, standing up. "You two are fucking crazy," I growled, no longer wanting to be around them. I loved Roman and Seth more than anyone else on this planet, but right now they were being a pair of deluded fucking idiots. "I'm outta here till you two get your heads sorted out."

So I stood up and walked out of the room, making a special point to slam the door behind me.

xXx

Georgina Hale's Point Of View

My hands were clammy, my legs felt like jelly, and my heart was threatening to burst right out of my chest and reinact that scene from Alien. This was hands down the single biggest moment of my career so far and it wasn't even something that was taking place in the ring. After years of dreaming of this moment, I thought I'd be bouncing up and down with glee, but in all honestly I felt downright nauseous.

I'd finally been called up to the main roster and I was currently on my way to meet my new team mates.

I was glad I was only wearing workout pants, a sports bra and a loose vest top because right now I was sweating so much with nerves that I needed to be as cool as possible.

These weren't ordinary team mates I was meeting. Far from it. They were probably the biggest, most high-profile team mates that were currently working for the company.

I was joining The Shield.

Yes, The Shield. The actual Shield. As in Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns. The biggest wrestlers in WWE. The ones all the fans loved. The ones all the girls fawned over. The ones who headlined PPVs, adorned the covers of magazines and sold ticket after ticket to shows.

Fuck.

This was bigger than anything I could have ever imagined and something I thought would never happen. All of us down in NXT always dreamed of the day we'd get the big call up, but never did I think I'd get called up in such a way.

I was joining the biggest faction in WWE and this fact intimidated and terrified me because of the expectation and criticism this brought.

I knew what the fans would all be thinking…

Why is she there?

The Shield were fine as a threesome

Why ruin a perfectly good faction?

She's only there as a piece of ass and to look pretty

Adding a woman will only lessen their legitimacy

These thoughts had been swirling around my mind every minute of every day ever since I'd been told what was happening.

But despite all this, I wanted to do this, the opportunity was far too good to pass up. This was my life and my career so I was grabbing this with both hands no matter what anyone said or how terrified I felt.

And I was more than ready and more than capable to be there.

I'd never had a run as the NXT Women's Champion but that didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. I'd had many contenderships, title shots and attempts. And whilst none of them had ended with the gold around my waist, it gave me that much needed experience, it gave me exposure, and it allowed me to live out my dream as one of the top female wrestlers in the biggest wrestling company in the world. And all of that was more important to me than any kind of belt. Belts come and go, but my time in NXT was something I could never put a price on.

And Vince McMahon had seen that and had brought me up to the main roster in order to join The Shield.

I walked into the gym I had been told to go to on that sunny Friday afternoon, hoping the weather would be a reflection on what would happen. I felt sick to my stomach with nerves, the anticipation of meeting these three men making me want to turn on my heel and run right back to the airport and right back to the safety of the Performance Center in Orlando. Back to my friends, back to the trainers, back to the people who knew me and loved me. After all, how often does a small town girl like me get the chance to fight alongside The Shield?

Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns were among some of the biggest names in WWE. The three of them had formed an unbreakable brotherhood and a team strong enough to defeat the likes of Triple H, Randy Orton and Batista not only once but twice. I wasn't exactly sure what they were like out of the ring but within it their reputation preceded them.

They were tough, strong, and united. And I had to wonder how throwing a new person into the mix would change them.

Down in NXT I was used to changes all the time, new guys coming up and others leaving almost every month. I had a few select friends that I considered close, but on a daily basis I could see tens of people going in and out of that Performance Center. The Shield were only used to each other's company, they dealt with only themselves, so I hoped my sudden appearance wouldn't piss them off, break them, or weaken them in any way.

I'd heard good things about them from my friend Becky Lynch who had been called up from NXT only a few months before and she had said how, even though they kept to themselves, they were polite and courteous during any interactions she'd had with them.

I had to have faith in what she'd said and only begin to hope this would all go smoothly. This was my big shot and I had to prove that I deserved to be there.

I walked through the gym, hearing voices that sounded vaguely familiar up ahead of me. With the door ajar, I stepped into the private training room, quietly gasping and retreating when I saw the three of them in there warming up. I stepped back and out of sight, resting against the wall beside the door, doing everything I could to calm my body down.

I clutched at my chest, wishing my heart would not thump so loud, willing my body to not be so frightened, and willing my breathing to ease up to the point where I didn't seem to be hyperventilating.

This was it, that was them, and now I had to make my grand entrance.

I wiped my clammy hands against my thighs and stood up straight, tightening the ponytail on my head.

"You can do this, Georgie," I mumbled to myself. "You can do this."

Then, with a deep breath, I stepped forward, rounded the door, and walked inside the training room.

Three pairs of eyes landed on me instantly.

I swallowed. Hard.

The idea to turn on my heel and run back to Orlando suddenly felt like an option again.

"Uh, hi," I said timidly, standing there like a petrified child. "Roman, Seth and Dean?"

I braced myself for whatever reaction they would give me. I wasn't expecting their response.

A smile instantly broke out on the face of Seth Rollins as he walked towards me eagerly, his hand held out. He seemed surprisingly… friendly.

"You must be Georgina," he grinned as he offered me his hand, his tone soft and welcoming. I shook it timidly. "We've been expecting you. I hope your flight was smooth."

"It was fine, thank you. Sorry if I'm a little late," I apologised. "Traffic is always awful this time of day. And call me Georgie, please."

"I'm Seth," he said. "Lovely to meet you."

We were suddenly joined by a giant of a man, his usual long hair tied into a bun at the nape of his neck. I was taken aback a little when, instead of offering me a handshake like I expected, he wrapped me up in a big bear hug, his arms squeezing me so tightly I was afraid he'd cracked a rib or two.

"Roman," he smiled sweetly as he let me go. "Great to finally meet you. We've heard a lot about you, Georgie."

"All good, I hope?" I inquired, getting my breath back.

"Of course," he smiled. "Vince has told us a lot."

"Well I'm here to work and I plan to work hard," I assured them, the nerves slowly slipping away at their friendliness. "I don't plan to mess around. You guys are at the top and I intend to keep us there."

Seth smirked proudly. "Now that's the fighting talk I like to hear!"

That's when my eyes wandered over to the one man I was yet to meet. He had remained on the mats, stretching his arms out along his chest, warming up his body ready for the training session we were about to have.

Following my line of sight, Seth and Roman turned to look at their brother.

"Dean," Roman shouted. "Come on over and meet Georgie."

At his words, Dean lifted his eyes, my body suddenly feeling timid and small as he looked me up at down, his eyes burning a hole through my skin. His face was blank, expressionless, unreadable, but his body language told me everything. He didn't speak or respond, he simply stepped back, turned away, and walked over to the locker rooms and out of sight.

"Goddamn," Seth muttered under his breath. "I thought we'd talked to him about this."

A sense of dread suddenly filled me as Dean retreated, every terrible thought I'd had previously quickly rushing back to my head.

I could see there was going to be problems.

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