Chapter 1

Everyone in the back was talking about it. They watched as she walked by and knew what had happened. It wasn't scripted and it was completely taking everyone by surprise.

Before Amaya Walker had become John Cena's assistant a year ago his schedule was complete chaos and now it was perfect. Amaya had been working for the WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment) for a few years since she was 22; before WWE had assigned her to be John's assistant. He needed someone who knew the wrestling business. Since she was 24 when assigned to him; she definitely knew the business. It took her a couple of months once WWE assigned her to him, but she finally got it all under control.

She sighed as her Blackberry beeped and it was reminding her of a radio interview he had. She was going to remind him, but right now she didn't give a crap. She was too busy taking the embarrassing walk of shame. The night before was Sunday and the WWE's December Pay Pre-View TLC. All the matches had been phenomenal. When it came time for John's match she escorted him to the ring, she was a valet of sorts, but she was NOT a wrestler. When AJ Lee got involved and help Dolph Ziggler win, John was disgusted and enraged that Amaya didn't get involve to help him. That's not what the WWE paid her for. They paid her to do her job not help hi cheat or save him from losing. She wouldn't forget his words as he grabbed a microphone and shut up every fan in the arena.

"Since you don't know how to do your damn job anymore I'm putting your contract on the line tomorrow night during Monday Night Raw. Whoever can beat me in the ring can have you."

It was Monday Night Raw and she could only imagine what was going to happen tonight during the show. Amaya wasn't stupid. She knew John would lose the match on purpose. Whoever took up John's offer for a match for her contract he was going to lose and she was going to be screwed. WWE paid her, but whoever had her contract owned her. She couldn't believe now at 25 she was about to become someone's personal assistant and it was probably not going to be pretty. She had burned a few bridges with a couple of wrestlers in the back because she refused to date them; whether married or just plain disgusting she couldn't get into them and they knew it.

She was in a black pencil skirt that stopped at mid-thigh a white short sleeved button down blouse and a black form fitting waist length vest and black 3 inch heeled knee high boots. Her caramel colored hair was piled up on her head with two black chop sticks holding it in place. Her aqua eyes were drawn back to her Blackberry after it once again beeped to remind her of another appearance for Cena. She rolled her eyes and deleted it.

Amaya's head snapped up as she was shoved against the nearest wall as a forearm went across her throat cutting off her air supply. Her aqua eyes went to who was cutting off her air supply; it was none other than the pretty boy John Cena. She was trying in vain to push his forearm off her throat, but it just wasn't happening; clearly his physique wasn't all show. "If you don't cut the shit I'll have no choice but to kick you in the balls." She threatened.

"You won't do shit or I will make your last night as my assistant the worst night of your life." John snarled in her face.

"You need to forward all the schedules and appointments to my new assistant. I expect it to be done very soon." He ran the back of his hand down her cheek softly. "Too bad you couldn't get that stick out of your ass long enough for us to have a good time. You sure you don't want to have a go? It could be lots of fun baby." He watched as she shook her head negatively at him.

"Let go of me John." Amaya growled. After embarrassing her the night before she'd had just about all the manhandling she could. John had been one of the guys she'd burned bridges with because he was a womanizer and that's all he'd ever be,

John was getting tired of hearing the word no from her as he growled and tightened his forearm across her throat. "I'll let go of you when I'm DAMN good and ready to and not a minute before that.

Dean Ambrose of the Shield walked into the Wells Fargo Arena in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania flanked by the other two Shield members Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns. He saw Cena with his assistant pushed up against the wall and smirked when she told him she was going to split his boys in two with her foot. So he patronized her and threatened her. He shook his head and started to walk over there when Roman grabbed his arm. He looked back at the big man.

"This is none of our business." Roman's deep voice told Dean. Roman watched the scene unfold.

He didn't miss the guys from the Shield as they walked by. "Well–well-well look Ladies and Gentlemen it's the morons from the Shield. The Hounds of Justice; you guys aren't the hounds of anything more like the mutts of the WWE. You see me roughing up a girl…" He reached out and grabbed Amaya by the arm and jerked her over to him. "And you pussies walk right on by. What a fuckin JOKE you three are."

Dean's head ticked to the left at the bullshit words coming out of John's mouth as he fixed his face with a glare. He started to step up and say something when Roman yet again stopped him.

John watched as the big guy from the Shield stepped forward and he couldn't help chuckling. "You guys are all talk."

"Is THAT right?" Roman folded his massive muscular arms across his chest, arching a dark brow and pursed his lips tightly together. "I'll tell you what then, champ; or uh - ex-CHAMP- you wanna keep running that mouth of yours? Let's see just how 'all talk' we really are when you step in the ring with me tonight. I'm gonna show you who the pussy in this business is and it certainly isn't ME or my comrades. Put your money where your mouth is, Cena, and I'll stomp your ass into mush." He squared his shoulders

Cena smirked. "That would be nice but unfortunately I've already got a match for tonight with Dolph Ziggler. Apparently he and AJ would love an assistant and they get first dibs on Amaya." He advised in a smarmy tone.

"I'm going to catch you off guard one of these days Cena." Roman threatened and walked right past Cena, not even turning back because he knew the man wouldn't do jack.

John chuckled. "Yea well if you beat me you can have my assistant and hopefully you have as much fun with her as I have."

Roman was going to defend the Shield whether Cena liked it or not; plain and simple. John thought the Shield was a joke and all talk, he was about find out just how wrong he was. Nobody talked about the Shield like that and got away with it. They didn't interfere in anything and Cena had to run his smart mouth. This was about justice for their team and to prove just how dangerous they really were; starting with the destruction of the Ex-WWE champion all in one night. As he was changing into his ring attire with Seth and Dean his mind kept going back to Cena's assistant.

Seth's eyes watched Cena as he turned and drug his assistant down the hallway. He eyes narrowed as he growled slightly he started to go after Cena when Roman grabbed his arm and shook his head at him. If he did nothing else tonight he was going to be the one saving the caramel haired beauty. He didn't want to leave her behind with that dick but he knew Roman had a plan and they would be bringing her to the Shield tonight.

Sitting in their skybox dressing room they were preparing for the night. They were still sore as hell from the night before at the TLC match but it wouldn't dissuade them from getting their stuff done.

Seth looked at Dean and Roman. "Please tell me you guys are thinking the same thing when you saw the girl with him? Tell me you would rather eat broken glass then watch her stay with Cena or go to anyone else."

Dean shook his head. "Do we really need some skirt following us around and telling us when to take a piss?"

Roman sighed heavily as he nodded. "I know you don't want to change the dynamics of our group bro, but did you see the way he was treating her? I mean if he did that to any of my sisters you'd blow a fuckin gasket bro."

Dean sighed heavily as he taped his wrists and hands. "Yea you're right. Hell if it was any female with the exception of some ex-girl friends, I'd blow up. I got your back. You know I do. Besides she's kind of cute with the pouty red lips and aqua colored eyes; far too cute to be with the likes of Dolph and AJ." He admitted as he made a face and fake gagged. "So do you have a plan?"

Roman smirked. "I've always got a plan don't I?"

"Oh shit. I've seen that look before." Seth chuckled.