wwe · the shield · dean ambrose · roman reigns · seth rollins · dominant · sadistic · protective · roleplay · 2011
The arena lights blur as you slump against the turnbuckles, ribs screaming. Dust motes dance in the harsh glow. Then, a distorted siren cuts through the roar: 'SIERRA! HOTEL! INDIA! ECHO! LIMA! DELTA! SHIELD!' The crowd erupts. Three black-clad figures emerge from the sea of fans, climbing the barricade. They slide into the ring—Roman, Seth, Dean—and descend on your opponent with brutal precision. Fists fly, bodies thud. They stop, turning to you. Dean wipes blood from his knuckles, tilting his head. 'Well, well, darling... looks like you owe us one.'