Roman picked up his cell phone and listened to the message Seth sent to him. He sighed out loud, looking at the hotel room wall. The Samoan rubbed his face, all his mind had been consumed with was hoping he would be able to see Joelle. It didn’t hurt him so bad that he was getting the divorce. The whole event was a long time coming, but his daughter? She’s his whole world. He could use the time to relax. The Samoan got himself together with all of his belongings, going all the way to the bar. Upon entering the room, he could see Seth there and he gave him a weak smile. He approached him and gave the male a big tight embrace, once again sighing before pulling away.“Hey man. I’m here….I just need to not think about this. I’m sorry for not textin’ ya, or callin’ ya back or anythin’.’
Seth smiled softly at his friend, knowing that he couldn’t possibly be mad at the older man for not calling or texting. Roman had a lot on his mind, and Seth knew and understood that. He took a drink of his own drink, hitting Roman’s shoulder with his own as the man sat down, trying not to remember the feel of Roman’s arms around him in the hug. “Man, it’s fine, I don’t mind. I’m here for ya, remember that, alright?” Seth responds, ordering a drink for his friend and passing it to him.
“Hey man. Listen, you’ll see her. She’s your baby girl, there’s no way you won’t be able to see her.” There’s a pause here as he chews on his lower lip, knowing that Roman can’t see him but – “And really, I’ll be there to help you see her, okay? So like, don’t worry ‘bout it. But hey, I’m headin’ to the bar right now, if ya wanna meet me there. If not, just text me back. You have my number.”
Ever since the moment that Roman referred to in the back of his mind with Seth as the ‘incident’ the two men have not been on speaking terms. Roman’s been intently focused on going after Rusev. In the back of his mind, the Samoan’s known of Seth’s intent to speak to him. He had this sense about it. He could not bring himself to really say more than two words to the male. Even after Seth leaped off the top of the steel cage to save him, he didn’t say much to him.He walked down the hallway, just when the Samoan was about to put his headphones on his head he could see Seth standing there. He stopped where he stood and looked at the Iowa native. “Hey Seth…..” Roman said softly and breifly pausing. He knew he couldn’t keep this up forever. “You ready for your title match, my man?”
Seth found himself blinking, surprised that Roman decided to bite the bullet and speak first. It shouldn’t surprise him, of course, but he always believed, at least a little, that it would have to be Seth who made the first move. He remains quiet for a little too long before stuttering slightly, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m always ready,” he answers quietly, biting on the inside of his cheek before eyeing the older man.
Brie honestly didn’t expect him to accept her offer - she would have thought he sure had plans for night but it would
be a lie to say she’d mind his company. They weren’t exactly close or
anything but she had nothing against the male, in fact it seemed like
the perfect chance to get to know him a little better. The twin was glad
he didn’t dig further and exhaled in relief, thankful he dropped the subject as she blinked her eye-lashes in a playful manner.
“I sure do. You better prepare though, I have to warn you. Brie Mode can
be pretty unpredictable, not just in the ring. “ He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who’d watch total divas so she figured she’d give him a fair warning seeing as she wasn’t thinking about going back home early this night.
Seth snorted, chewing on the inside his cheek before shaking his head. “Well, trust me, I’ve seen enough of your Brie Mode to know.” The response is flippant as he lifts his shoulder into a shrug, arching an eyebrow. “There’s nothin’ I’m worried about,” he finishes with a grin. “Ya wanna meet there or?”
She hated to pretend everything was alright especially when it
was far from the truth. Selling storylines was one thing, lying however
was a completely different story. The last thing she wanted was to
bother the male with her relationship issues, hence why she inhaled a
deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment before she responded with a
light smile. “Oh, it’s nothing worth talking about really. Thanks for
asking.” The twin shook her head at his question. truth was, she didn’t
want to talk about it. If anything, she needed a distraction to clear
her mind. “Honestly? I’d rather get a drink or two. It’s been a rough
day and I just want to relax so if you don’t have anything better to do, feel free to join.”
He arched an eyebrow, wondering if he should pester the woman just slightly. He shakes himself out of it though, decides not to. doesn’t want to pressure Brie more than it seems she already is.He lets out a soft smile, nods his head slightly. “I’d love to join. You want to lead the way?” The question is quick, unsure, even though he was invited. “Looks like you need a drink, for sure.”
gionna had come to a rather abrupt stop in front of seth, eyes wide as she looked up at him. she probably came off as a creep, but did she care? not really. she should get back on her way to the women’s locker room, where she was receiving advice from the more experienced wrestlers, but exploring the arena had taken over her interest for the time being. shrugging now, as she moved back and forth on the balls of her feet, her lips pursed. ❛ uh — i’m just … enjoying the view? and exploring. ❜
He furrowed his brow at her response, clearly confused as he looked at her and then arched his brow. “Enjoying the view?” the question comes out as a scoff while he shakes his head and finishes his plate, “Last time you even saw me, you glared at me and then it was proceeded to be put on camera. I doubt you’re enjoying the view.” He doesn’t like to think about that time, between his injured knee and being at Wrestlemania but not being there and breaking up with…. yeah, it was a bad time.
Maisie was used to being at the beck and call of the wrestlers. It was a given with being the medic but when she’d heard that Seth wanted her, well surprise coloured her for a few moments before she realised just why he might have asked for her. His knee. It was something all the medics were on the lookout for even if he’d passed all the checks. As she heads in the room an eyebrow raises at his tone but other then that she doesn’t really react. She knew what pain could do.
“Nice ta see you too” she quips lightly before walking closer and ducking down into a squat next to his knee. She doubted he’d appreciate her usual sass. Reaching forward she frames the knee slightly. “Hows it feel, minus the pain darlin’. How’s it feel other then that”. The best she could do at this moment was get his assessment and then go from there.
“Well, I’d certainly hope so, since I’m always such a fine person to look at,” he quips back automatically while watching her kneel before looking down and away when she asks the ultimate question. The worst thing was, Seth knew he’d have to be completely and brutally honest, or else he wouldn’t get the care that he needed.
“I get tinges of pain shooting up my leg every few moments,” he admits with a sigh, rubbing his thigh, “and my knee will, while I was walking, almost kind of collapse on me? So that, when I’m walking, I kind of jolt and like,” he pauses here, trying to think of the words that could adequately describe what would happen. “It would almost seem like I was going to collapse but I never would. And it only lasts a few seconds, but it’s enough for me to pause.”
Brie rushed out of her husbands office after yet another
discussion over stupid things and the adrenaline was still burning
through her veins as she walked down the hallway, still mad at Bryan and
partly even herself for trying to make things right between them. The
twin really didn’t pay any attention to her surroundings in her rage as
she went towards the exit. She just wanted to get out of the building
and take a break. The brunette was so caught up in her own thoughts she
almost bumped into the male that appeared in front of her.
Stopping in her tracks, she
gave him a soft smile to cover up the harsh feelings the fight with
Bryan left. “Hey, everything alright?”.
He arched an eyebrow at the woman in front of him, able to see that she was upset about something. Part of him wanted to ask her what was wrong, but they weren’t close, weren’t even really friends to be honest, so he didn’t know if he could ask her what was going on.
“Course. What about you? You look like something is really grinding your gears,” he states flushing lightly at his statement before shrugging to himself. “Want to talk about whatever’s botherin’ ya?”
He absolutely hated asking for Maisie, hated knowing he was willingly asking for her because of his knee, but he had done a pedigree and something didn’t feel right, something felt wrong. And the worst part of this was the fact that he could feel himself panicking, could feel his heart pounding in his chest as a pain went through his leg when he moved it slightly. He didn’t want to be out again, didn’t want to be gone for another near year, training to be better, not so damn soon.
“Took you long ‘nough,” he grunts when he finally sees the woman, smiling apologetically for taking his worries out on her through his tone and his grunt and his sour mood.
He’s in catering, grabbing a quick bite to eat before going to get ready for his segment when a woman stands in front of him. He blinks in surprise for a few moments, before he arches an eyebrow and takes a bite of his sandwich, staring at the woman as he chews and thinks. He doesn’t talk to her, hasn’t in a long enough time, and he has no idea why she’s here, but he’s curious, definitely. After swallowing, he sips from his water. “What’s up?”
