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This chapter is named after 'Savior' by Thirty Seconds To Mars

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel in time to the music as I turned right into the small parking lot of the coffee shop, my head bopping in time to the beat. Foo Fighters always had amazing drumbeats to their songs and it was impossible not to rock along every time I heard them. my eyes scanned the area and I found an empty space and pulled inside it, cutting the engine of my car and turning the music off. I undid my seatbelt, grabbed my purse and exited the car, heading over for my much needed caffeine fix.

I always needed a coffee before Raw. It was like my own personal ritual, like I couldn't get through the three hour show without it. I supposed I was a rather big part of the show, my brother and his wife even more so. So I had to be awake and fresh for every taping.

My name was Holly Heather Helmsley and my brother was Hunter Hearst Helmsley (Yes, our parents clearly hated us with names like those) His wife was Stephanie McMahon and together they ran the WWE wrestling company.

I'd been involved in wrestling most of my life, following my brother on the road and following his rise to fame and all the success he'd had throughout his career. Winning titles, winning championships, gaining an insane fan following, finding his wife, all of it culminating in co-running one of the biggest companies in sporting history. To say my brother had done well for himself was an understatement. He was the definition of a success story.

So having a brother in the business had its perks, because it led to a job of my own. I loved wrestling even before Hunter got big, but following his success made me love it even more. So as he climbed the ladder and got himself to the top of the company, he easily allowed me to follow and benefit from his achievements.

I had a wealth of knowledge, a determination to thrive, and a love for wrestling beyond compare. So he'd managed to get me several jobs in the company throughout my life. First as a runner for the show whilst I was still in college, then as a writer for the show after I earned my English degree, and I'd slowly worked my way to a higher and more authoritive position.

I, Holly Helmsley was now Co-Director of Operations, sharing my duties with Kane, a man who I'd known since I was a teenager and saw as a father figure.

I'd been in the role for around six months now and had been very well received. I often wondered if it was because I was a pretty blonde and the fans liked to look at a girl in a tight dress, but either way I was loving my job. And because of this, I had to look alert and awake for each taping. So my coffee trips had been something I did before every show.

My job was tiring and very draining, so it was always good to get a caffeine hit before going out in front of millions of wrestling fans.

I entered the coffee shop, ordering my usual coffee, black with two sugars, and waited for it to be prepared. I took a seat near the window, deciding to check my phone whilst I waited.

I did the usual, checking all the social media profiles I had, replying to a few comments, when a text from my brother popped up.

How far away are you? Need you at the arena soon. New talent are joining and debuting tonight and I need to introduce them to everyone before the show.

HHH x

I rolled my eyes. My brother was always so urgent about everything. I'd only called him an hour earlier to tell him I was heading out to the arena. He knew I was on the way so I didn't understand why he was so concerned. So I simply typed back to him, letting him know the deal.

Just getting a coffee. I'm 20 minutes away x

I wondered who the new talent was. As Authority members, we were all usually aware of new talent starting way before they even debuted, so I was surprised to hear of someone new joining us tonight. I'd heard no news of any new signings and there were no rumours of any NXT superstars coming up to the main show just yet.

But Hunter was well known for having a fantastic eye for new wrestlers. And if he'd found someone so good that he didn't want to wait around for us to know them, then I knew they must be good. It's not just anybody that he pushed to debut immediately.

As soon as the waitress called my name, I stood up, slipped my phone back into my bag and grabbed my coffee, deciding to drink it on the way to the arena if my brother was so urgent for me to get there early. So I paid up and left the building.

A few cars pulled into the lot so I hurried away to my car, ensuring that I didn't get run over on the way. A car shot in front of me, the vehicle filled with rowdy lads, clearly just getting out of class. I hated this time of day, the time where the high school jocks got out of school and hung out around the coffee shop. They all thought they were God's gift to men and I couldn't be doing with them.

Thankfully I'd pre-empted their arrival so managed to stop walking before getting run over. They passed me by without issue, my own car in sight. I heard them wolf-whistle me from their open window and I just sighed, wanting nothing more than to just get in my car and get to the arena.

And then another car pulled up right beside me, beeping their horn, causing me to not only jump out of my own skin, but throw my coffee in absolute fear, the brown liquid going all over my white shirt.

I gasped, standing there stock still, my mouth agape in utter shock as the liquid soaked my shirt through.

Are you fucking kidding me…?!

The cup fell to the floor, my hands and clothes soaked, my skin a little red and sore from the burning liquid.

Looking slowly up I saw the jocks laughing from their car, some of them getting out, crying with laughter.

"Oh my god…" I said to myself, knowing I needed to clean up quickly.

"Sorry about that, sweetheart," one of them said, wiping tears from his eyes. "But that was too funny to pass up."

"But brown seems your colour," another one joked, causing the others to laugh even harder.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I wanted to go up to them and hit every last dickhead with a Pedigree and smash their heads off the concrete floor. But I didn't. I just stood there in total shock, not able to believe what had happened.

"What the fuck?" I asked incredulously. "Why would you do that? You idiots!"

"Oh, relax, toots. It was a joke," one of them had the audacity to say to me.

A joke? A fucking joke? How the hell was this a fucking joke?

"I didn't find that joke very funny," said a voice from behind me. I turned around to see three men standing and leaning against a large and shiny black Land Rover. The three of them were very tall, all at least over six foot. They were built to shit – you could clearly tell they worked out.

"What was that?" one of the jocks asked in seriousness, the rest of his buddies getting out of the car. These three men were clearly intimidating and the jocks probably knew their friend needed back up. Safety in numbers and all that.

One of the men that was leaning against the Land Rover stood up straight, brushing his fluffy brown hair from his eyes. "I said, I didn't find the joke very funny. And I'm fairly certain this young lady didn't either."

I looked at them with wide and slightly frightened eyes, confused as to what was happening. As much as I appreciated them standing up to these idiots, I had to wonder who they were and why they wanted to get involved.

"Well we found it rather funny, didn't we boys?" one of the high school boys asked his friends, all of them nodding. Whilst the jocks had the upperhand on numbers, six of them compared to three men, the men looked far stronger, like they could knock these kids out with one punch.

"You really do look like a bunch of big strong boys, picking on a poor innocent woman, huh?" smirked one of the men. He was the biggest of the three, his skin dark, his long black hair tied into a bun at the nape of his neck.

"Why don't you three fuck off and mind your own business?" one of them shouted, causing the man with brown hair to get very pissed off.

"Well I just decided to make this my business, so why don't we sort it out?" he asked, slowly walking towards the group of boys.

"Dean…" the third man said in warning. He had blonde and brown hair, a beard covering his face.

"Don't worry, Seth," Dean smirked as he walked to them. "I'm just gonna show these little boys a lesson or two in manners."

I watched him cautiously as he walked towards me and stood at my side. I wasn't sure what to do, feeling insanely awkward, like I was in the middle of a battle of gang warfare. Yes, I'd been involved in wrestling for most of my life, but never once had I been involved in a match. I swallowed nervously, looking up at him. He was glaring daggers at the boys.

"Now apologise to the lady," he said. "Apologise and tell her sorry."

They sniggered at him. "Fuck off, old man," one of them said.

By this point, his two friends had approached me too, the one with two toned hair grabbing my arm and pulling me away once he saw the anger on the brown haired man's face.

"Old man?" he asked, approaching them. "You guys are calling me an old man? At least I am a man. I bet there isn't a dick and a pair of balls between any of you little pussys."

I couldn't help but snigger at this man's insult, none of the jocks liking his words. One of the jocks came to approach him, the one who had called him the name, both of them standing nose to nose. I noticed the darker skinned man just behind his friend.

I wasn't sure if it was for back up, or if it was to calm the brown haired man down when he got pushed too far.

"Don't bother," the jock said to him. "There's six of us and three of you."

"Calm down little boy," the brown haired man said. "Your threats mean shit to me. And do you know why? Because I could take all six of you on my own."

The jock sniggered, his friends laughing behind him. "Yeah right. You wouldn't stand a chance."

And then the brown haired man snapped. He suddenly grabbed the jock by the throat, pushing him up against the side of his car, the other five backing off in fear. I gasped, the blonde and brown haired man pulling me a little further away.

"Dean…" he warned again.

"Don't question my words, kid," Dean growled into the jock's ear. "If I say I can beat you, then I can fucking beat you. Now apologise to this lady and get out of my fucking sight before I rip your dick off and ram in down your throat."

The boys were quaking in their boots by then, all of them shit scared of this man. I couldn't blame them' this man seemed terrifying. You wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of him.

"Y-Yes sir," the jock said to him before looking to me. "S-sorry, ma'am."

"Good boy," Dean said, finally letting him go and backing away. "Now fuck off. All of you."

The jocks didn't hesitate, all of them scrambling to get into their car, driving it away as fast as they could.

"Well that was fun," said the darker skinned man sarcastically.

"I fucking hate when kids like that think they own the world and act like little bitches. Pisses me off," Dean responded.

"You okay, Miss?" asked the blonde and brown haired man, his words snapping me from my dazed and stunned reverie. Did all of that literally just happen?

"Huh? Oh, erm, yes, thank you," I said, placing my hair behind my ear. "Thank you for, uh… that."

"Did they burn you or hurt you with the coffee?" he asked, looking me over to make sure.

"Oh, no, I'm fine," I smiled, still a little uneasy around the clearly upset men. "No damage done."

"Well can we take you to a dry cleaners or somewhere to get a change of clothes?" the dark skinned man asked.

"I'm fine," I said. "I was just on my way to work and I have a change of clothes in my car. But thank you anyway."

"Alright," the blonde and brown haired man smiled. "Sorry about all the commotion."

"I'm sorry you guys had to get involved," I said. "But I appreciate that you did."

"Hey, I don't let pricks do shit like that to a woman," the brown haired man said. "I'd have hoped anybody else would have done the same."

I smiled at them, quickly checking my watch. "Shit, I'm gonna be late…" I looked up at them. "I'm so sorry but I have to get to work. Thank you again. I owe you guys one."

"Any time," the dark skinned man said as I rushed to my car, got in, switched the engine on and drove away, wondering if every thing that had just happened had been a dream.

xXx

I changed once I got to the arena, rushing to an empty locker room and changing into my dress immediately. That last thing I wanted was my brother seeing my coffee stained shirt and to start asking questions. That was a conversation I did not want to have, so if I could avoid it at all costs then I would.

I put my dirty clothes into my case, sprayed some perfume to rid myself of the coffee smell and headed to my brother's office as quickly as I could. I was running late and he'd no doubt have a few words to say to me about it.

I was right, Hunter jumping down my throat the second I stepped through his door.

"Twenty minutes, you said," he said from his seat behind his desk. Everyone else was already in the room, Stephanie at his side, Randy Orton, Kane, Big Show and J&J Security in seats in front of the desk. "That was almost an hour ago."

"Traffic, Hunter," I lied. "I don't control the traffic lights, do I?"

I noticed Randy smirk at my back chat as I took my seat. Not many people spoke back to Triple H, but I suppose it was one of the perks of being his little sister. It was sibling banter, we'd been like it all our lives.

He rolled his eyes. "Well at least you're here now, I suppose." He stood from his desk, all of us watching him. "I've called you all here early as I have some new talent starting with us tonight. They're a three man faction who will go by the name of The Shield."

"You've never mentioned them before," Kane said.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Don't we usually get more of a heads up on new starters?"

"These guys have been fast tracked," he explained. "They're too good to keep in developmental; Steph and I want them on the main show right now."

"What's the plan with them?" asked Randy.

"They'll work for us," Steph explained. "An extension of The Authority if you will. They're our back up, our security forces, our body guards. We want something done, we send The Shield to do it."

"And they've agreed to this job?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, wondering if these guys would really want to do our dirty work.

"It's what they do, it's what they thrive on," Hunter explained. "They're very hands on and they love a bit of dirty work. Not to mention what talented wrestlers they are. They're gonna be perfect. The WWE Universe will love them."

"And they're debuting tonight?" Kane asked.

"They certainly are," Hunter said, looking up at the door as we all head noises coming from behind it. "Meet The Shield, everyone. Come on in, boys."

The door opened and we all turned in our seats, my eyes widening and my mouth hanging agape as three men entered the room.

I recognised them immediately...

It was my saviors from the coffee shop.

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