“Oh my God.” Seth replied, as he put his hand over his face. Literally sighing in a mixture of shock and frustration. “You’re me? I seriously forgot how much of a BITCH I used to be, guessing I just zoned all of that out.” Seth tilted his head slightly, as he went about responding to his former self again. “Maybe that’s what a TITLE does to you, see. You haven’t seen the success yet, because you’re still playing fiddle to those losers right? Have you turned on Dean and Roman yet? Come on, be honest with me. Or better yet, be honest with YOURSELF.“
He found himself narrowing his eyes, taking in everything the other version of himself was saying. His heart rose when he heard the word title, thrilled with the fact that he`s going to be a champion. But then it fell like a heavy thud in his stomach when this other version of … not himself, no, never – called his brothers, the people would spend the rest of time with, losers. He blinks, shaking his head before his upper lip curls into a silent snarl. “You actually believe the words you’re saying?” His head tilts, his heart pounds.