[AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey boys and girls...I'm back with a fluffy story starring Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose. It involves tickling and swearing. You know the drill: read and review! **BELIEVE IN DEAN AMBROSE, ROMAN REIGNS AND SETH ROLLINS!**]

The last thing Seth Rollins remembered before losing consciousness was heading to his vehicle after a grueling Crossfit workout. He vaguely recalled a black van speeding towards him and a hooded figure dressed completely in black jumped out of the back and struck him on the head, knocking him out. The figure placed his limp body in the back of the van and the driver sped off.

Hours passed and Seth awoke to find that he had been bound to a padded trainer's table. His workout shirt had been stripped off and discarded on the floor, leaving him still clad in his gym shorts, underwear, socks and sneakers. A strip of duct tape had been placed over his mouth, leaving him unable to call for help. It felt like an eternity before he realized that he was not alone. The black figure had mysteriously appeared on Seth's left side, its eyes roaming over Seth's trapped form.

"Hmm…looks to me like you've found yourself in quite a pickle, haven't you Sethie." The figure taunted.

Seth's eyes grew wide as he recognized the voice. Surely it couldn't be…

Sure enough, the figure removed its hood to reveal…the Lunatic Fringe, Dean Ambrose. Which means the driver had to have been Roman Reigns!

As if he had read Seth's mind, Roman appeared on the other side. He reached over and ripped the duct tape off, smirking as Seth let out a cry of pain.

"God damn, Roman! That freakin' hurt!" he growled, tasting a miniscule amount of blood on his lips.

"Aww…did we hurt the poor sellout?" Dean taunted.

"Ha ha…very funny, Ambrose. You mind telling me what I'm doing here?" Seth asked dryly.

"We're here to teach you a lesson, of course." Dean replied with a smirk.

"And it requires me being tied down? Why, you afraid I'm gonna kick your ass?" Seth retorted.

"Like you could kick my ass, Rollins, or Dean's ass, for that matter." Roman chuckled.

"If that's the case, let me go and we'll find out!" Seth challenged, struggling against his restraints.

"Sorry, Sethie boy…no can do!" Dean told him, running a finger down Seth's left arm.

Seth flinched as Dean's fingertip lightly grazed his bicep. Roman and Dean shared a knowing look, grinning at each other before turning back towards Seth.

"A little sensitive there, Sethie?" Dean teased.

"Pshh…of course not!" Seth lied.

"Oh really…what was that when I ran my finger down your arm, huh? Is Mr. 'Money in the Bank' ticklish?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows at Seth.

"To borrow a phrase from you, 'nope'." Seth replied, trying to keep his voice from breaking.

In the 2 years that Seth, Roman and Dean spent as 'The Shield', neither Dean nor Roman knew that Seth was horrendously ticklish. He absolutely hated being tickled and would freak out whenever someone found out about it.

"So, you wouldn't mind if I did that again, would you?" Dean asked.

Seth braced himself as Dean again ran his finger down Seth's bicep. Only this time, Seth let out a less-than-manly squeak.

"Well, whaddya know, Dean. Sethie's ticklish after all." Roman smirked.

"C'mon, guys. You're really gonna resort to tickling me just to teach me a lesson? Seriously?" Seth argued.

"Well, yeah! I mean, we can't miss this opportunity, now can we!" Dean chuckled, drilling his fingers into the hollows of his armpits, causing him to burst out laughing.

"STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE STOP!" Seth pleaded, trying to free his arms from their torment.

"Aww…does that tickle? Is the big bad sellout ticklish?" Dean taunted as he sped up the torture.

After a few minutes, Dean paused, allowing Seth to catch his breath.

"Hmm…where else should we try, Roman?" Dean pretended to think.

"How about his ribs? Allow me!" Roman replied, forming his hands into claws.

Seth shook his head as Roman began clawing at his sensitive ribs, occasionally digging his fingers into the spaces in between.

"Cootchie cootchie coo!" Roman teased.

Seth's body shook from side to side, trying to get away from Roman's tickling hands and fingers, to no avail. At this point, sweat was dripping down his face, which was turning red from all the laughter.

His voice hit a new volume when he felt Dean's hands spider tickling his sculpted abs.

"Ohshitohshitohshit! FUUUUUUUCK!" he screamed out as Dean placed his mouth on Seth's stomach and blew a few raspberries.

Meanwhile, Roman's hands had crept down to Seth's hips and began probing the sensitive skin there, causing Seth to buck off the table momentarily.

"Ooooh…looks like I found a hot spot!" Roman informed Dean, repeating his actions over and over again, getting the same result every time.

"STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP! I can't take anymore!" Seth managed to get out.

The two former 'Shield' members halted their torture, giving their captive a respite. Dean grabbed a water bottle and unscrewed the cap before pressing the bottle to Seth's lips. The cool, refreshing water felt good going down his throat, which was now scratchy and irritated due to the amount of screaming and laughing he was doing.

"Okay…I think I've…learnt my…lesson now…guys!" he panted.

Roman and Dean looked at each other before they burst out laughing.

"Seth, we're far from done!" Roman told him, walking towards Seth's bound feet.

"Hey hey hey! Nonononononono! You stay away from there!" Seth ordered him, watching as Roman untied Seth's sneakers.

Roman paid him no heed as he removed one sneaker, then the other. Before discarding the shoes on the floor, he removed the lace from one with the intent of tying Seth's big toes together at some point. Dean, meanwhile, had grabbed a black bag and brought it over to Roman. He opened the bag and pulled out two stiff turkey feathers and a roll of duct tape. He ripped off a piece of duct tape and walked back over to Seth's head.

"Sorry, Sethie boy. I gotta bad feeling this is gonna get real loud!" he said, taping Seth's mouth.

Seth grunted underneath his gag as Dean headed back down to his feet. He began giggling nervously, strictly out of habit, even though his feet had yet to be touched.

"You must have some insanely ticklish feet, being that I haven't even tickled you yet!" Dean taunted.

Seth's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he felt a single finger scratch against his left foot. Then another finger was added and another; before long, there were five fingers torturing Seth's left sole. Roman wasted little time before adding his fingers to the mix. Now both feet were being mercilessly tickled and all Seth could do was lay there and laugh.

After what seemed like hours, but in reality, only minutes, Dean and Roman decided to remove Seth's socks, much to his chagrin. He tried to wiggle his feet around in an attempt to make the removal that much more difficult. Roman merely held down Seth's ankles, allowing Dean to yank the socks off without problem. He then grabbed the shoelace and tied Seth's big toes together before tying the other ends of the lace to Seth's bonds. Finally, he grabbed the feathers and handed one to Roman.

"Tickle tickle tickle Sethie boy!" Roman taunted as he and Dean began running the feathers up and down Seth's defenseless feet.

The room filled with muffled laughter as the feathers tortured every single inch of his ticklish tootsies. The laughter would intensify every time a new spot was discovered, particularly around his arches and underneath his toes. He wildly bucked around as a feather slipped in between his toes. Dean flipped over his feather to the quill side and began writing 'I am a ticklish sellout' on the bottom of Seth's right foot, sending him into hysterics. Poor Seth was in agony, having his most sensitive spot tickled mercilessly. It soon became too much for him to handle and he promptly passed out.

When Seth awoke, he found himself next to his vehicle in the Crossfit parking lot, clothes still intact. Maybe it was just a nightmare or something, he thought as he got into his vehicle. A text message alert on his phone startled him out of his thoughts and he dug through his gym bag for his phone. His eyes bugged out as he read the message. Besides the message, there was also a picture of him passed out on the table with Roman and Dean standing on either side, identical grins on their faces. The message read:

Thanks for a fun time, sellout! Hope to tickle you again soon! D & R

Seth growled as he threw his cell phone down in frustration before tearing out of the parking lot. As the old saying goes, 'payback's a bitch!'