**This story idea came to me in a dream and I couldn't pass it up. AngelsDee327 is OC Liliya Young and InsaneCaliGurl is Lilianna Walker. I own all OC's. Hope you enjoy this one because I know I'll enjoy writing it. Sorry ahead of time for the pauses in between chapters, just really want to make sure I do everything right with this story and not rush it. Reviews are welcome, not interested in being burned by flames. Thank you!**

Powerless

Chapter 1

6 AM came way too soon.

Snapping his eyes open, Dean heard the alarm blare on the nightstand by his ear and reached his hand over, slamming it on top of the annoying contraption. Granted, he was up and just resting his eyes, he still hated that incessant beeping sound. When would he learn to go to bed at a decent hour? How about the day after never? The older he got, the more Dean paid for staying up until 4 AM when he knew he had to be up in 2 hours to catch a flight. His two days off flew by in the blink of an eye, but Dean soaked up as much relaxation as he could. He scrubbed a hand down his face and slowly sat up in bed, letting out a long yawn that sent tremors throughout his 6'4 muscular frame. Dean had a flight to catch in 3 hours, so he had to get his big backside out of bed, shower and make sure all of his things were packed before leaving to head to the airport.

Dean didn't have a normal 9-to-5 job. In fact, a lot of people thought his job was fake and ridiculous, but he loved every second of it. Sure, it was a little brutal and he was pretty beat up, but Dean wouldn't have changed it for the world. He worked for World Wrestling Entertainment, –Everyone simply called it the WWE- the biggest wrestling organization on the planet. He was known as a sports-entertainer and WWE Superstar, since they didn't refer to sports-entertainment as professional wrestling anymore. Dean got to beat up people for a living and didn't go to jail for it because it was part of his job. His days off were Wednesday and Thursday usually, but whenever WWE had tours overseas to satisfy their worldwide fan base, he had NO days off. Monday was a televised event called Monday Night Raw and Tuesday taped another televised event called Smackdown!. Friday through Sunday were house shows, WWE live events that weren't televised. WWE had two other shows called Superstars and Main Event, but Dean rarely appeared on them and they were taped before Raw and Smackdown! anyway.

Ever since high school, that's all Dean ever wanted to do was be a professional wrestler. He was on the wrestling team and learned his technical ability through that experience, but it was the shows on television that really nailed him. He would watch WWE –It was WWF back then- along with WCW and ECW, –Both shows were bought out by WWE over a decade ago- religiously, becoming connected with it in every way possible. His parents weren't thrilled about it at first and thought it was just a phase he was going through. But when Dean announced he wanted to train to become a professional wrestler, they didn't know what to think. He was blessed to have parents who actually supported him in whatever decisions he made in life and Dean could honestly say this was one he didn't regret. Not very many people enjoyed going to work, but Dean did – traveling, sleep deprivation and everything else that came with it. There was nothing like walking into an arena full of thousands fans screaming and roaring, performing in front of them was even better.

Hearing the ocean waves crash on the shore flood through his open balcony door of his condo, Dean sighed in contentment and closed his eyes, relishing the sound for few minutes. Life didn't get any better than this. He had the job he loved, a beautiful home and loving family that lived just on the other side of the city. As happy as Dean was though, he did wish he had someone to share his life with – someone to come home to after being on the road for 280+ days a year. It was hard having a relationship because he was gone so long and rarely home, 2 days a week if he was lucky. Truth be told, Dean had found a woman he was interested in and had been for a year, ever since he came up to the main roster of WWE from their developmental. For some reason, he couldn't get up the courage to ask her out on a simple date, which wasn't surprising since Dean was always awkward around women. It was a miracle he'd gotten dates for both his Junior and Senior proms in high school along with the other school dances he had to endure. He had a few girlfriends throughout high school, but he was young, stupid and naïve, not understanding what it meant to be in a relationship. He was going on 28 years old now, not getting any younger and it was time to let his balls drop and just ask the woman out he'd had a crush on for the past year before he lost his opportunity.

Dean didn't realize another hour had passed by until he glanced at the clock and bolted upright in bed, cursing because he had less than 2 hours to get ready. Hightailing it into the bathroom, he jumped in the shower and quickly scrubbed himself clean, washing his dishwater blonde curls. He had a hint of scruff on his face, deciding to leave it since he didn't have time to shave. Sometimes he wanted to be clean shaven, but a lot of the time he didn't mind having scruff. He'd never grow a beard though, it definitely wouldn't look good for his image. Stepping out of the shower, Dean quickly dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans, black polo shirt with a black beater underneath and pulled his sneakers on. He'd change into something a little more presentable once he arrived at the hotel, but for now he wanted to be comfortable on the plane. Security clearance wouldn't be a big deal considering they knew him on a first name basis, so Dean wouldn't have to spend much time going through it like others. It was one of the perks of being a WWE Superstar and flying all the time.

Around noon, Dean arrived in Charlotte, North Carolina where they had a house show to perform later that night. He signed a few autographs for fans that approached him with a smile on his face, thanking them for the admiration. One thing about Dean was he always – ALWAYS – had time for his fans. It didn't matter how tired and beat up he was after a show, he would never deny a fan anything because they made him who he was. If it wasn't for fans, Dean wouldn't be a WWE Superstar, so he owed them everything and more for all the support. He looked down when a small little girl around 5 or 6 years old timidly approached him, holding out a picture for him to sign silently. Dean smiled, squatting to be eyelevel with her and took the picture, scrawling his autograph for her. The little girl thanked him in a small whisper and Dean winked, watching her scurry off to join her parents that were close-by. They thanked him and Dean watched the father lift his daughter in his arms while she admired the signed picture with star-struck eyes. Shaking his head with a chuckle, Dean turned and retrieved his luggage along with rental car, heading out of the airport to drive to the hotel.

On the way, his cell phone rang and Dean answered it, having his Bluetooth in his ear. "Ambrose."

"Dean, it's Stephanie."

Stephanie McMahon was one of his bosses in the WWE and a woman nobody wanted to cross the wrong way. "What can I do for you, Miss McMahon?" He asked cordially, stopping at a red light.

"I need you to come to the arena for a meeting with you, Seth and Roman in a half an hour. Is that alright with you?" Stephanie asked, shuffling papers on her desk trying to figure out the match card for tonight's show.

"Sounds good to me. I just landed, so I'll just come to the arena and check into the hotel after the meeting." Dean said, refusing to deny Stephanie anything and knew this meeting had to do with the Shield, a current group he was part of.

"See you in a little while then. Seth and Roman are on their way already."

20 minutes later, Dean pulled into the Time Warner Cable Arena and parked in the designated area for the WWE Superstars, hopping out with his bag of gear in hand. He always packed it separate from his regular clothes just in case he didn't have time to stop at the hotel to drop his stuff off, like now. He waved at Gary, the security guard, and clapped him on the back on his way in, waving to some of the fans lurking behind the arena hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite wrestler. Dean greeted a few coworkers, WWE Superstars and Divas, on his way to Stephanie's office, already knowing where it was located. It was a good thing this was just a house show because, if he came to the arena in jeans for Raw or Smackdown!, Stephanie would've fined him due to the WWE's strict dress code.

"Come in, it's open." Stephanie called out when she heard a knock sound at her office door, smiling up at Dean Ambrose. "Nice of you to join us, Dean."

"Traffic was a bitch, sorry." Dean apologized, shaking hands with his fellow comrades Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns.

Seth had two-toned blonde and black hair, the high-flyer of the group, with dark chocolate eyes standing at 6'1 and weighed 217 pounds. Roman was the powerhouse, the Enforcer, with long black hair and grey eyes, standing at 6'3 and weighed 265 of pure muscle. His right arm was sleeved in a Samoan tattoo that stemmed from his heritage and it added to the intensity of who he was. Dean had gone through the WWE developmental system with them, which started in FCW/NXT –FCW changed to NXT- and all 3 of them became the Shield a month before being called up to the main roster in WWE. They debuted at Survivor Series in 2012, almost a year later since that was the WWE's next big pay-per-view happening in a few weeks and Dean was excited since it would be the Shield's one year anniversary.

"No problem, we're waiting for Hunter." Hunter Hearst Helmsley was Stephanie McMahon's husband and most fans knew him as Triple H, a legend in the company. He was also another one of the Shield's bosses.

"I'm here, I'm here!" Hunter stated, hearing his wife's voice through the door and shook his head. "Sorry about that, traffic sucked."

"That's what Dean said." Stephanie laughed, leaning back in her chair and already had another set up for her husband. "Sit down and let's get started."

"Yes ma'am." Hunter grumbled, making everyone chuckle and popped a squat next to his wife, taking her hand lacing their fingers together. "Have you told them yet?"

"No, I was waiting for you." Stephanie turned her attention back to the 3 men who dominated the WWE since their arrival almost a year ago. The Shield. "Well gentlemen, it's been one hell of a run with your group, but we've decided it's time to split the Shield up. You 3 have proven yourself worthy of being here and I have no doubt in my mind you will make it in single's competition. With that being said, the Shield will be splitting up at Survivor Series."

Dean frowned, sharing confused expressions with Seth and Roman, all of them not understanding why this was happening. "Miss McMahon, with all due respect, I think that's a mistake..."

Stephanie arched a brow at Dean, having always admired him for speaking his mind. "And with all due respect, Dean, it's what's best for business." That had been the new company motto as of late. "The reason we're splitting the Shield up is because we want Roman to turn face against you two. We want him to break out and become the next potential WWE champion. Randy Orton and John Cena need some new stiff competition and we think he fits the build perfectly."

Roman blinked at Stephanie, shock evident on his face and in his grey eyes. "Wow…" He didn't know what else to say, clasping his hands in front of him and hated the fact the Shield was breaking up, but at the same time this was the push he'd been waiting for. "Thank you, Stephanie and Hunter."

"Just don't disappoint us, Roman. Now then, as for the Survivor Series match, the Shield is going to group with the Wyatt Family for one night against CM Punk, Daniel Bryan, the USO's and the current Tag Team champions Goldust and Cody Rhodes. It'll be an elimination match and Roman will help them win against the Shield and the Wyatt's to make his face turn." Stephanie explained, looking down at her notes just to make sure she wasn't missing anything. "We were going to do it on Raw this coming week, but it's too predictable and not to mention we want to do this at one of our biggest shows of the year."

Dean listened and was honestly happy for Roman because the man deserved this push just as much as he and Seth did. They wanted Roman right now though and that was fine. Dean didn't care if he ended up down in midcard for the rest of his career as long as he was with the WWE, doing what he loved to do. Dean did ask what would happen with him and Seth and Hunter simply didn't have an answer for him yet since they were still working out details. It wasn't surprising.

They walked out of Stephanie's office heading toward the Shield locker room and Dean stopped, clapping Roman on the back with a smile. "Congratulations, big man. I mean that."

"Same here." Seth nodded, bumping his fist with Roman's and would miss them tagging together, but if this is what the company wanted there was nothing he could do. None of them could change their fate.

"Thanks, I'm just…This is crazy." Roman rarely stammered, but he was trying to wrap his mind around what they were just informed. "It sucks they're doing it at Survivor Series of all places though."

"Maybe they're thinking it needs to end where it began?" Seth suggested, shrugging his shoulders when both Dean and Roman glared at him. "What?"

"That's not comforting, bro." Dean grunted, scrubbing a hand down his face and heaved a sigh, knowing Roman had reservations about this. "Look, we got a show to do tonight, let's talk about this at the hotel." They were sharing a suite like always because it helped save money and not to mention all 3 of them considered each other family.

Roman nodded, agreeing with Dean and couldn't believe he was being the voice of reason since that was usually what Roman did. "We'll just have to make these next few weeks together count." They headed down the hallway together, not knowing what the future held and could only hope this split didn't destroy their careers.