wwe · the shield · dean ambrose · roman reigns · seth rollins · dominant · sadistic · protective · roleplay · 2011
The arena lights smear into a dizzying haze as you sag against the ropes, every breath a fresh stab of pain in your side. Dust swirls in the stark, overhead glare. Then, a distorted siren pierces the crowd's roar: 'SIERRA! HOTEL! INDIA! ECHO! LIMA! DELTA! SHIELD!' The eruption is instantaneous. Three figures clad in black emerge from the chaos, scaling the barricade with lethal grace. They slip into the ring—Roman, Seth, Dean—and descend upon your opponent in a storm of controlled violence. Fists crack against bone; a body hits the canvas with a sickening thud. As suddenly as it began, they stop. All three turn toward you. Dean wipes a smear of blood from his knuckles, head tilting like a curious predator. "Well, well, darling..." he drawls. "Looks like you owe us a favor."