What is Justice?

Ashlan Shaw isn't your average diva. She fights superstars instead of divas. As the Intercontinental Champion, things couldn't be better for the 25 year old. As things begin changing in the WWE however, Ashlan may be forced to face an ugly truth; her worst enemy may be one of her closest friends.


12. Insanity

Two months have gone by I was told I had a concussion. One month has gone by since I've been medically cleared to wrestle again. In six days I have two matches at Elimination Chamber. The only problem; my memory hasn't fully returned to me. The only memories that haven't returned to me are ones where it was just me and Dean. I don't know how this is going to affect my one match at Elimination Chamber because I'm tagging with The Shield to take on John Cena, Ryback, Sheamus, and Randy Orton.

Dean has been helping me out so much. If it wasn't for him I probably wouldn't remember over half of what I do. No matter what he does however, my memories of him refuse to come back. Hopefully today we can get my memories back.



I snuggled into Dean's chest as The Last Exorcism began playing. We would've actually gone to see The Last Exorcism Part II, but there wasn't a movie theater nearby. It didn't matter to me though, I was spending time with Dean.


The movie ended and, well...it sucked. It was one of those found footage films and I really, really hate those. I tried to stifle a yawn, but failed miserably.

Dean looked up at me. "You tired?"

"Just a little," I mumbled as I closed my eyes and curled up against him. "I didn't get much sleep last night."

He began curling a few strands of my hair with his fingers. "Try and get some sleep, if you don't wake up before we have to leave I'll wake you."

I nodded and felt sleep beginning to creep up on me. Just as I was about to fall asleep I heard Dean whisper something I never thought I'd hear. "Don't worry Ash, I won't give up on you...I love you."


I opened my eyes, only to see everything around me was pitch black. The only source of light seemed to be a light dangling above me which seemed to follow me as I got up and moved around. I only made it about ten feet before I ran into what felt like a chain-link fence. Everything besides me was still pitch black, so I couldn't tell what the hell was near me.

The lights around me came on and I found myself inside the Elimination Chamber. The only thing that was still dark was the ring. The fans were chanting things like 'you can't see me' or 'feed me more' or 'kick his arse'. Three spotlights came on in the middle of the ring, revealing that John Cena, Ryback, and Sheamus were beating The Shield to Hell.

It was absolutely terrible. Roman was practically unconscious from how many times Sheamus' fist connected with his head. Seth had blood trickling down the right side of his head thanks to John. Dean looked...oh god. Blood was pooling around his unconscious body as Ryback punched, kicked, and did whatever he could to inflict damage upon Dean. Blood was gushing out the gashes that covered his arms and face. On the few parts of face and arms that weren't coated in blood the unmistakable black and blue coloration of bruises was noticeable.

I towards him in an attempt to stop Ryback and help Dean, but somebody grabbed me from behind, pulled me over to the wall, and chained me to it. Of course, by this point it didn't take a genius to know it was Randy Orton who had me.

"Enjoy the show." Was all Randy said before he went over and joined Cena, Sheamus, and Ryback. Randy would attack one member, send a smirk my way, then attack the next.

I struggled against my restraints and cried out for them to stop. I was screaming at the top of my lungs and there were tears streaming down my face as I continued my pointless struggle.

Randy laughed at me and came up beside me. "Had enough yet?" He chuckled as I furiously shook my head yes. "Well too bad, I'm just starting to have fun."

I unleashed so many profanities on him that the rating of all WWE programming would have to be changed. I was screaming so loud that all the men in the ring were flinching.

Randy had enough of my desperate cries so he did one of the few things he could and punched me square in the gut.

My body went limp as I fought against the pain that spread throughout my chest. I gasped for air, realizing that he didn't just punch me; he gave me an upper cut and hit my ribs. I coughed a few times and rose to my feet, only to see Ryback pin Seth and win the match for his team.

It wasn't until all four members of Ryback's team left that my chains were cut. I swiftly made my way to the ring and collapsed in the middle of it. I looked at all three members of The Shield and allowed a sob to escape my throat. They were all bruised, bloodied, and battered. They looked...dead. I fought back tears as I tried not to think about that possibility, but my mind wouldn't allow it.

They weren't moving. There was so much blood covering the mat it was almost impossible to tell what the original color of it was. The worst part was the silence that had settled over the arena. The fans that were cheering for the winning team just moments ago had now turned unbearably quiet. Not even the commentators could say anything. With all that silence, you'd think it would be easy to hear the sound of three people breathing around me, but that sound was eerily absent.

My heart just shattered. The tears that threatened to slip down my cheek made it impossible for me to see if their chests were rising and falling; giving me no way to tell if they were breathing. Weakly I pulled all three of them close to me and rested their heads on my lap.

It stayed like that until the medics, who sure took their sweet time getting here, came down and got the three of them onto stretchers. The fans stayed quiet, not knowing what would happen next.

I stayed in the ring and watched all three of them get carted out of there, then the refs tried to coax me out of the ring. I kept saying no to them, my voice growing harsher each time I had to repeat myself. I finally had enough and yelled for somebody to grab me a microphone. Once it was in my hands I got up off the blood-soaked ring and began pacing around. "John, Sheamus, Ryback...Randy," venom dripped from voice when I said each name, but Randy's name had by far the most behind it. "I'm going to hunt each and every one of you down and I will make you beg for mercy." I then turned my attention towards the camera. "And you four better hope The Shield is fine because if they aren't...I might just kill you." I dropped the mic and stormed backstage, completely oblivious to the fact that I just made a death threat on live, national television.

Everything faded to black, then when the lights came up I was in a hospital room. Roman, Seth, and Dean were all lying in beds in front of me...unconscious. The three of them looked so...so...broken. They were bruised to Hell and back, had bandages covering most of their bodies, and were covered in many other minor cuts that didn't need bandages.

The only thing I could think of was the one thing I feared more than anything; what if they never wake up? I collapsed to the floor and sobbed uncontrollably. My heart practically flat-lined. If they didn't wake up...what did I have left?

Once again the scene faded away and opened to the beginning of Raw the next night. They showed what happened to The Shield...but nothing more. The Pay-Per View was cut short after what happened there, so what else was there to show?

Everything was silent for a few moments before Cole got the courage to speak up. "Last night was...unforgettable. The Shield, along with Ashlan Shaw, fought the team of Sheamus, Ryback, John Cena, and Randy Orton...and The Shield paid dearly for it."

"I don't know who's paying more for it; Ashlan or The Shield." If it had been under any other circumstance Lawler would've probably made that a joke, but his tone was dead serious.

"We have a medical update on all three members of The Shield." Cole's face suddenly grew pale when he read the letter, showing this was the first time he'd seen it. "Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, and Dean Ambrose are...in a coma."

The audience remained silent, even when John Cena's music started up. He did his usual entrance, except he didn't look happy about it. Once he got a mic he didn't waste a single moment and instantly started talking. "Last night was how Cole put, unforgettable. I didn't mean to do that to the Shield and Ashlan, if you're watching, I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt anybody and I sure as heck didn't want to put anybody in a coma."

The lights went out the second he finished that sentence, and when they came back on I was outside the ring. I looked just like a member of The Shield with my black vest, black pants, and black combat boots. On my right arm was a black elbow pad, similar to the one Roman wears. My right hand had a fingerless glove on it just like Dean and my left one was covered by the same glove that Seth would wear. A closer look at my outfit revealed that under my vest I was wearing a plain black hoodie with the sleeves cut off and a plain black t-shirt, but the right sleeve of that shirt was gone; I cut it off before I got out there. The most noticeable feature about me however, was my hair. down the middle it was died brown and cut short to match Dean's hair while the right side was now a perfect blonde and the right now black. It was safe to say I had gone completely insane.

John backed away from me, then the lights went out again, and I was right behind him when they came back on. He wasn't prepared for me to be right there so I took advantage of the moment and attacked. Unlike what most people thought, I wasn't out for vengeance; I was out for his blood.

Refs tried to separate us, but I was to vicious to be restrained. I grabbed John by his head and slammed in into the turnbuckle repeatedly until I felt the sticky, red liquid that was steadily flowing from his forehead. A crazed smile spread across my face and I began laughing psychotically. Sheamus and Ryback ran down the ramp to came to John's aid, but the second they got in the ring the lights went out and I was gone by the time they came back up. My voice however echoed throughout the arena. "I'm not out for an apology...I'm out for blood."

Once more the lights went out, but they stayed out for quite some time. When they came back on all three men were handcuffed to the ropes and I stood in the middle of the ring with a mic in hand. "Come on out here Randy, it's not a party without you."

Randy's music hit and he came out to stand on the ramp. "You've lost your mind Ashlan. Just look at you! You look like an idiot!"

"Oh Randy, I'm hurt." I said, feigning disappointment. "You made me like this."

Randy shook his head. "I didn't make you like that; I helped The Shield slip into a coma." My snarling received a smirk from Randy. "How is The Shield anyways?"

Lawler decided now was as good a moment as any to start commentating. "Randy better watch what he says, he's skating on thin ice."

I turned my back on Randy to send a warning glare in the direction of the announce table and turned back towards Randy, only to find he was right there in the ring with me. He tightly gripped my shoulders and shook me violently while calling out my name.


I jolted awake, only to find Dean practically sitting on me. "What the heck man?"

He let out a relieved sigh and got up. "You where flailing around, whimpering, crying, and saying some pretty weird stuff...you alright?"

I buried my face in my hands and sighed. "Yeah, I just had a nightmare is all."

Dean shook his head. "It wasn't just a nightmare, you were genuinely terrified." Well crap, he called my bluff.

"Are Seth and Roman are okay?" I asked as the image of The Shield lying destroyed in the ring haunted my thoughts.

"Yeah," Dean eyeballed me suspiciously. "They're waiting down in the lobby for us."

I fell back onto the bed with relief washing over me. "Then it was just a nightmare."

He grabbed by shoulders firmly and pulled me up, but he was gentle enough to not hurt me. "I don't want any of that crap; I want to know what's wrong."

"You, Seth, and Roman went into a coma because I couldn't save you and I lost my freaking mind, Okay?" I said in frustration. "It was all my fault. I couldn't do anything to help you guys. I...I lost it. I went out for blood." The thought of that actually happening was becoming too much for me so I turned away from him.

Dean turned my head towards his and brought our foreheads together. "That's not going to happen. I promise you we'll make it out of there just fine." When I nodded my head he continued. "Just...believe in The Shield. I promise nothing bad will happen." I nodded my head again and looked directly into his eyes. Before I knew what was happening Dean brought his lips to mine.

Remember that one memory I was working so, so hard to regain? Yeah, it came back with that kiss. I was so shocked by the return of that memory that I didn't realize what was happening until Dean began leaning away from me. Hastily I grabbed a hold of his shirt and pulled him back towards me, much to his surprise. When or lips collided and we both kissed, it was like the fourth of July.

The sound of somebody clearing their throat made us break the kiss. That person was Seth Rollins. "C'mon Dean, we can't spend all day making out with our girlfriends."

Dean grabbed his duffle bag and muttered something to himself. The only things that were audible were a few cuss words.

I quickly grabbed my bag and caught up with him. "Dean...I remember the date!" I said excitedly.

Without hesitation he wrapped me in a bear hug. "That's great." He breathed.

"What are we going to do if I ever forget again?" I asked curiously.

Dean made sure Seth was still down the hall before pulling me into the elevator. "Then we'll just have to do this again." He tilted my head upwards and our lips met once more.

Seth came in the elevator and groaned when he saw the two of us. "Seriously man? It hasn't even been a full two minutes since last time!"

Dean wrapped his arm around my waist and muttered something inaudible, causing the smile on my face to grow slightly. Today was going to be a good day.

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