I turned the corner my eyes glued on my cell I noticed a shadow surround me as I ran head first in to some one's chest. I looked up to see my brother's tired blue green eyes. He took a step back and laughed holding his cell phone up.

"Hey bro," I laughed as we both put our cells in our pocket. I wouldn't be here with out my brother, in my job or in life, he always took care of me, mostly when I was being a jack ass to him.

"Going somewhere?" he asked crossing his arms, always suspicious of my non straight edge ways.

"Yeah, I'm going to Valet." I smiled. "For the Superstars taping."

"Oh, yeah, your boyfriend, what was his name again?" Phil said putting forward his side ways smirk he had conquered when being mischievous.

"Oh yeah, totally the one I'll love forever." I gagged rolling my eyes. "Turning on him soon . . . according to creative."

"Oh, that's right," Phil said. "You were telling me.

"You got Heyman?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's not until Raw though, so I got a few hours." He nodded looking at a random worker who walked past. "What are you doing tonight?"

'Hmm, I thought…." I sighed smirking toward the roof, I knew exactly what I would probably end up doing tonight. "I might chill out with a movie or something."

"You don't plan on doing that at all do you?"

"What if I do?" I smiled

"Well I'll be a proud big brother."

"What if I don't?" I smirked.

"I'll be a proud big brother." He laughed. I hated when he called himself my 'big' brother, he was only a couple of hours older.

"See, win, and win." I laughed. "I have to go," I smiled shoving my hands in my pockets pressing my head further back inside my hood.

"Anybody ever tell you pair how alike y'all are?" I heard turning to See Curtis' annoying face right in front of me.

"It's kind of the point of twins." I snarled turning to face him.

"You really need to start showing me some respect, Little Lady" Curtis scolded. "Don't you know who I am, don't you know my fa-"

I put my hand over his mouth, "Let me inform you of something, bud." I said calmly. "I don't give a fuck who you are, I don't care." I said. "Don't speak to me like that, or you'll regret it."

"Oh, yeah and what are you going to do about it?" he laughed taking a step closer to me towering over me. I noticed a shadow over my left shoulder.

"Hey back up buddy." Phil said stepping in between me and Curtis. "You're crossing the line." Phil warned

"The line, you want to talk about crossing the line?"

"You should probably walk away, before a put a line across your face with my fist." Phil threatened. They started sizing each other up.

"Guys," I looked up to see Mark Carrano coming towards us, he looked up to Curtis and demanded he took a walk before turning his attention to Phil and I.

"What the hell just happened?" he snapped.

"He was hassling Lil, trying to overpower her and stuff." Phil told, "I wasn't going to let my sister get talked down too."

"It was fine, really." I said rolling my eyes.

Mark looked between the two of us and thought for a moment. "I was assured that if I had the two of you here, I wouldn't have any dramas. "

"You haven't," I said, "We've done everything by the rules." I pointed out. Phil put his hand on my shoulder a queue for me to shut up.

"Axel is a hot head though,"

"So you guys have been having trouble?" Mark asked looking at me, his mood softening.

"He's just getting obnoxious." I said honestly, "He's been getting keen on over powering and pushing me around since he got the Heyman news."

"Alright, leave it with me, go wait in the room by gorilla for further instruction." He demanded. "Phil, I'll meet you in the locker room."

"Yes Mark" Phil and I said in unison as he walked away. I turned to Phil.

"Keep me posted?"

"Sure." He said hugging me then walking off.

I made my way to the 'green room' storming in, scaring Dean Ambrose who was sitting with his feet perched on a coffee table.

"From out of nowhere, Lilly Brooks" He said looking back up to the TV screen.

"Whatever." I growled sitting down next to him putting my head on the back of the lounge pulling my hood over my eyes.

"Where's Axel?" he asked.

"I don't care." I said arrogantly.

"Trouble in paradise?"

"What's paradise?" I asked looking at him from under the hood.

"It appeared to be you and Axel." Ambrose laughed.

"hahaha, You're not very smart are you?" I laughed. "It's just a spot."

"Oh, I don't pay attention to what is and what isn't," he admitted. "So where is he?"

"Don't know, don't care."

"So what you guys don't get a long?"

"Nope, can't stand the guy" I said effortlessly looking at Ambrose then looking away. "He's got that whole generational superstar ego about him,"

"Weren't you engaged to Orton?"

"So?"

"Generational ego thing obviously attracts you." Dean pointed out.

I pushed my hood off my forehead and looked him up and down. "You've got no idea what attracts me." I said sternly.

"Oh?" he laughed. "Help me win tonight and I'll make it worth your while."

"What?" I laughed.

"You heard me." Dean said. "Help me win and I'll make it worth your while."

"You do realize if I go against script I could lose my job."

"Do I need to remind you who your brother is?"

"He doesn't call the shots on my contract."

"Are you honestly telling me if they fire you he's not going to walk?"

He had a point, All Ambrose wanted to do was be the best guy in the business and although I was a little bias of if he could ever be as good as my brother or not, I hated seeing hard workers like him being pinned by Axel.

A second later someone walked through the door, we both sat up straight when we realized it was Mark.

"Hey Mark." I said cheerfully. "Did you sort my brother out?" I joked.

"Your brother?"

"Yeah, give him a good smack around the ears, he deserves it." I admitted.

"I'm sure you do too." He laughed. "You guys are getting moved up to Raw, mid card."

"Oh really?" Dean asked sitting forward.

"Yeah," Mark said. "Your brother wants a shot at Axel so I'm giving him lead on the creative."

"Good things always happen when you do that." I pointed out but Mark shook his head.

"I get nervous enough when Phil is in control, but with both of you being in control, I'm shaking."

"Don't worry." Dean said sitting forward . "I'll keep them in check."

"Oh right, you're involved as well." Mark said shaking his head standing to leave. "Remember, it's pg."

"Well, that's an interesting turn of events." Dean laughed.

"I actually get to break away from that jerk." I laughed.

"You really don't like him do you?" Dean laughed.

"No, not at all." I laughed.

There was a knock at the door.

"Lil, can I see you?" Phil asked. I stood straight up and walked to the door.

"What's up bro?" I asked as I stepped out.

"You need to make Axel try and hurt you" he said quickly.

"What?"

"You need to do something to him so he will to hurt you so I can come out there." He said slowly.

"Okay." I said. "I don't know how I feel about having you stand up for me." I said with a screwed up nose.

"Just do it, okay." He grumped.

"Gosh, you're always so grumpy through Raw." I whined.

"You're always such a bitch, period." He spat back.

'Fuck you." I said sticking my finger up at him as I walked in to the room.

"Stop wearing that wrist tape if you're not straight edge." He yelled.

"Stop being a moody asshole." I slammed the door behind me. He could be a real jerk sometimes. If anyone else spoke to him the way I just did though, they could have had a lot of trouble heading their way.

"Wow, fun with the Punks." Dean laughed

"Shut up."

I sat there talking randomly with Dean about Raw and other things wrestling related. Then it was time for us to move out of the room.

"I'll see you out there."

"Lilly," Dean called putting his title around his waist, "Make it worth my while, I'll make it worth your while."

I hid my smirk as I walked out running in to Curtis before the gorilla position. "You ready to be my bitch." He asked as we waited.

"Don't flatter yourself." I snarled. "To be your bitch I'd actually have to give a crap about you."

"Cameras on Curtis and Lilly" Someone called great that meant I had to act, god I hated this job sometimes. "In three two."

"Curtis, I just wanted to get your thoughts on you match tonight for the United States title against Dean Ambrose." Renee Young said I wrapped my arm around Curtis' waist and smiled up at him wishing I could gouge his eyes out.

"My thoughts, Renee?" he said looking to the roof and laughing. "My thoughts aren't even concerning Dean Ambrose; all I can think about is celebrating behind closed doors, with the beautiful Lilly." He said I looked in to his eyes and smiled. "If you know what I mean." He laughed and wiggled his eyebrows.

"People need to remember, they're not dealing with some untalented Rookie, they're dealing with a third generation star, the son of the one and only Mr Perfect." I told. "People like Dean Ambrose don't stand a chance against someone like him, they can strive to beat the best but there is one thing that no wrestler can beat." I paused, "And that's perfection." I smirked I kissed his cheek and smiled before we walked off.

"You ever thought about being a movie star?" Curtis laughed as I whipped my mouth

A few seconds later our music hit and we walked out to the edge of the stage I grinded my back against him like I always did then he spun me around and pashed me,

"This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the United States Championship, introducing first, the challenger Accompanied by Lilly Brooks, weighing in at 228 pounds, Curtis Axel."

"You're so fat." I laughed.

I threw my arms around his throat and he carried my half way down the ramp like he always did.

A few moments later we were in the ring, our music cut and the crowd went quiet, then:

Sierra, Hotel, India, Echo, Lima, Delta . . . SHIELD echoed through the arena and Dean descended the stairs through the crowd. "And his opponent, representing The Shield weighing in at 225 pounds, the current United states Champion, Dean Ambrose." Dean jumped the barricade throwing me a sly smirk as he made his way to the ring. I turned to Axel and kissed his cheek.

"I don't wish you luck tonight." I said with a massive smile.

"I hope you break your leg." he spat back.

I laughed as I got out of the ring. And stood in the corner waiting for an opportunity, I would have to heel it up a little bit, and make Dean Look like a good guy. Eventually an opportunity came Curtis was arguing with the ref and Dean was in the corner right next to me. I walked over and grabbed his shoe lifting it up he tripped and slammed his head into the Mat I stood back with my hands up like I didn't do anything, Dean spun around like a rabid dog, which was fitting cause The Shield were the hounds of Justice.

"What the hell are you doing?" He yelled. "You think this is a game?" he screamed, I did my best CM Punk sideways smirk. "My champion ships on the line you stupid whore." He said reaching through the ring ropes grabbing hold of my hair pulling me towards him. As I was prepared for him to slam my head in to the ring pole he pulled me to him. "Just go with it." He said before pushing his mouth on to mine kissing me it took a moment for me to realize what was happening but I did grabbing hold of the ring ropes pulling myself up resting my hands on his face kissing him back; it was the best kiss I had over been a part of. A second later he was ripped away and I jumped off the apron shocked as shit, there was no need to act or sell anything, Dean Ambrose just kissed me and it was amazing, I looked up at the ring.

"You're an idiot." Curtis yelled, faking being hurt.

Everything clicked in my head, Curtis was setting Dean up for some corner move taunting the crowd, I jumped and slid in the ring jumping in front of him holding my hands up.

"Wait." I yelled. "I'm sorry." I lied.

"Move Lilly." He yelled.

"Curtis, just stop I'm sorry." I said, look of worry all over my face I walked closer to him my eyes pleading forgiveness, my soul so happy that I didn't have to put up with him anymore. He relaxed a little and put his arm on mine I pulled my arm back and smacked him closed fisted across the face. Spinning around skipping to Dean pulling his face up right kissing him like there was no tomorrow, it took him a minute but he put his hand on my back pulling himself to a standing position, forcing his tongue in my mouth, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled back our faces half an inch apart breaths heavy, this wasn't a story, this was real, what the hell had I just done. A second later I was thrown to the ground Dean was knocked out with Axel's punch then he turned his attention to me pulling me up like a doll against the rope holding my face then slapping me.

"You're so stupid." He snapped pushing me in to the middle of the ring, I sold a rib injury, bent over holding my stomach I turned around toward him he picked me up and power bombed me in to the mat, It hurt like hell, I took the fall completely wrong because the idiot didn't tell me what he was doing, I buried my face in to the mat but was pulled up by my hair and whipped in to the corner. I heard a loud cheer then a body slammed in to the mat, I slid down noticing Phil on top of Curtis beating the crap out of him. I closed my eyes and tried to push the pain away, I felt a hand go around my ankle I was pulled to the edge of the ring then I noticed Dean grab my arm and lowered me to the floor.

"Are you alright?" he asked soothing my back.

"No." I said clenching my face. "He didn't tell me what the fuck he was doing and I took the fall completely wrong."

"Shit." He said looking back to the doctor

"Don't, I'll be fine." I said noticing Phil hitting the GTS on Curtis then sliding out of the ring to me.

"You're hurt?" Phil assumed.

"Yeah." I said a second later he was lifting my arm and putting it over his head.

"Where?"

"Ribs." I whined.

He pulled me up I used Dean's shoulder to stand he put his arm around my waist helping me up

"I've got her." Phil said I doubled over in pain as Phil started walking grabbing my ribs. "That was a great work." He said getting halfway up the ramp looking back glaring at the ring to a just waking Axel, making sure the whole of WWE knew it wasn't over. I buried my head in the crook of his neck."It's alright, sis." He whispered.

"It hurts pretty bad." I whined.

"I know." We walked back stage and Phil sat me on a chair. "Get the doctor." He demanded.

"If you want a doctor go to the trainer's room." Someone called

"What the hell." Phil yelled.

"Bro, calm down, I'm okay, we'll just go there." I told. A second later he was by my side helping me up. "I can walk," I laughed. "It's painful, but I can do it." I said pushing myself off the seat.