DEAN'S POV:

Evolution was standing in the ring while Stephanie (Triple H's wife) stood on the outside of the ring, her signature sneer making everyone cringe.

"The Shield think they can just come out here and win a match, but they can't! They expected to come out here at Survivor Series and win a match against Evolution, but soon figured out differently" Triple H exclaimed, chuckling obnoxiously. His nose is what everyone saw, though, since his nose is huge.

Randy Orton grabbed the microphone from Triple H and paced around the ring for a moment as the crowd booed.

"Shut up!" Orton screamed at the crowd. "All of you just want what's BAD FOR BUSINESS!"

"Yeah," Batista added, grabbing the microphone from Orton. "We know what's best for business and all of you just want to screw our plans up!"

All of a sudden, we came up on the big screen in the arena.

"Hello, Evolution," Seth said, his lisp sending chills up my spine. "We see you're trying to ruin our reputation by trying to say you're all that and we're losers. Just so you know, we've got something planned for your little crew."

"Why don't you just shut your mouth, Seth?" Triple H hollered, staring at the big screen as he did.

"Hunter," I began, sighing while tapping the side of my cheek. "I think you need to calm down. We're here for Justice, not to do whatever the hell we please. Got it? Good, cause I don't feel like explaining again."

"What are you gonna do, Ambrose?" Orton questioned. "You're too scared to come down to this ring and fight me like a man!"

"Thing is, Orton, I don't have to come down to the ring and fight," I responded, a smirk coming over my lips. "We've got a plan for you spoiled suck ups."

Green slime came down from the ceiling, crashing down on them with a splat. They got covered in it. Stephanie got into the ring to help, but fell flat on her back and struggled like a turtle to get back up. Everyone in the ring was slipping and sliding, while The Shield was backstage, giggling like a bunch of school girls.

The Shield's music hit as we came down the stairs, a smirk on my face as I climbed down each stair slowly, enjoying the sight of them slipping and sliding.

"You guys wanna play dirty, eh?" I asked, looking at them each individually. "We can play dirty, too."

Roman ran down to the ring as they tried to get out. He speared Triple H, Superman punched Batista, and gave Orton a clothesline.

"Believe in The Shield!"all three of us said into the microphone as we turned around, hearing our music playing, and walked back up the stairs to go backstage again.