This is my first attempt at a fanfiction that isn't solely based upon a singular romance. This is based more around the strength in friendship and numbers, and the show. It's a little bit AU, in that it doesn't stick to what's happening on the show at the moment. However, it's an idea I've had for some time, and I hope you like it. I apologize on how short it is, too, but the next few will be longer. I just wanted to get the ball rolling and see what people thought of putting them together.

Another week, another episode of Monday Night RAW. Generally, it was always a good night for the Shield, because they always seemed to dominate in their matches. However, tonight they had something over the fans, over the roster, over everyone. They were going to show up with some big news. It was hugely going to effect how the fans saw them, and honestly, it was a little worrying. On one hand, it would become supported, people would accept what they were doing and like it. Either that or they'd reject it completely, and find that it was a terrible idea. Whichever it was became a massive burden to all three men. They only hoped they were doing the right thing.

"Ready, boys?" Jonathon Good would ask, stood in the locker-room, his eyes set on Colby and Joe, who were both finishing off lacing up their boots. It was a big night, and they were all worried.

"Man, I hope this is the right move." Joe said, running a hand through his long, dark hair. He seemed more worried than the other two, probably because his career was really flying right now. He may have lost his tag team championship, but he was the sole survivor during the Survivor Series match, and he was taking out more superstars with his spear than one could care to count. The last thing he needed was to fall into a downwards spiral right now.

"We will be. She's great, and it's about time someone shook things up, especially for the Divas." Colby perked up, shrugging his shoulders. In a way he was right, all the Divas had right now was their silly reality show, and AJ - who was possibly their only hope. This could really save the division.

"Too late to turn back now, anyway. Come on, we have a show to do." Jon noted, giving the two of them a nod, before leaving the room, both men following him.

He rested a hand on his United States Championship, and let out a low breath. Truth be told he was nervous, but he didn't want the guys to know that. He saw himself as a very confident, often arrogant man, and he didn't show nerves or anxiousness. However, this could make or break their careers. It was a big deal to accept someone else into their already successful stable.

Soon enough, the three men were stood by the door that would lead them out into the crowd for their entrance. The Shield weren't exactly conventional men. They entered through the crowd, instead of via the stage, and they attacked people willy nilly, no matter who it effected. It didn't matter, as long as they succeeded in getting justice in this company.

Within a few minutes of waiting, the crowd erupted as their entrance music began.

Sierra. Hotel. Echo. Indigo. Lima. Delta. Shield.

The crowd eventually quietened down, until there wasn't but a whisper in the arena. Dean Ambrose, current United States Champion held a microphone to his lips, and smirked. That signature smirk that sent girls all over the world absolutely crazy.

"People keep talking... saying the Shield is almost over." He started off, gaining plenty of attention from the crowd. It was no secret that the fans thought they were going to split, especially with Roman's growing popularity lately. "People couldn't be more wrong. You see, the Shield is stronger than ever. We're constantly growing stronger, we're not over... we're just beginning." He stated, grinning as he handed the microphone over to Seth Rollins.

"You people can say whatever you want, but the Shield isn't going anywhere. We're staying right here, and we're taking over this show. Hell, we're taking over the entire company. So, no matter what you all say, we're here to stay." He said, holding the microphone down by his side for a moment, as the fans ensued in booing, though there were some very distinct cheers to be heard.

Truth be told, a lot of people were fans of the Shield. They'd grown to love them, enjoy their matches, and appreciate what they could do in the ring. It was somewhat humbling to know that they could all still play the bad guys and have people love them no matter what.

After a few seconds, Roman took hold of the microphone. "We don't work for anyone. We are the Shield, we make the rules." He stated. Roman was a man of few words, but when he had something important to say, he wasn't afraid to grab a microphone, or find a camera, and make damn sure that everybody heard what he had to say. He was a rather intimidating man, and people couldn't help but be drawn to what he'd say. When he spoke, people listened. "Believe in the Shield."

Dean soon grabbed the microphone again, and chuckled a little bit. "You might not believe what we have to say. But who cares what you think?" He said, shrugging his shoulders, and looking to the other guys who shook their heads in agreement. "We certainly don't." He added, grinning, as he ran his tongue across his lower lip. "And I know for damn sure that she doesn't either." He said, before dropping the microphone on the floor, leaving the fans in complete confusion.

All three men then turned slightly, facing the titan tron, shooting each other looks and grins. The commentators were having a field day, questioning each other on who this 'she' was, and if they'd be seeing her. The fans looked completely lost, and it was all perfect. Everything was falling into place exactly how they'd planned. There was only one last thing to add to the puzzle.

Holla, holla.