Disclaimer- Phoenix Trails does not own WWE or any of its athletes. This story is rated Teen for some language only. There are no adult themes.
All I could think is this is what I deserved. I had caused my brothers so much pain over the past year plus. I had even tried to end of their careers by seriously injuring them but it never kept him down. It's ironic, while they never went down when I tried, I lost my career in a split second because of a simple misstep in the ring.
Stephanie and Triple H had come down to the hospital earlier, trying to break the news in a good way. Notice the sarcasm. They seemed way too happy to tell me that my career was basically over. That they were going to give my title away to their next lap dog. Funny I never saw my position in the light before but I guess being told your life is basically over gives you a new perspective.
I came back to the land of the living as the doctor walked into the white washed hospital room. I briefly wondered how the stench of disinfectant didn't bother him. He pushed his glasses further up his pudgy nose before addressing me.
"Seth I'm afraid I have some bad news." Yeah I've heard that about 50 billion times this week.
"Lay it on me doc."
"Without major surgery there is no way you will ever be able to wrestle again…"
"Okay then set up the stupid surgery!"
"Seth you have to let me finish. Even with the surgery… there is no way to guarantee that you will ever recover enough function in your knee to properly be able to put certain moves in motion at all." The events of this week are finally catching up to me. Is this how Roman felt when he was in the hospital? I feel light headed as I process everything going through my head.
"Mr. Rollins are you okay?"
"I'm fine it's…it's just a lot to process at the moment."
"I'll set up the surgery when you're ready Seth."
"Kay."
The next day after surgery…
I felt groggy as I finally came too. Augh this was worse than a hangover. My eyes flashed open as soon as I good get a sense of reality.
In front of me, was the doctor clearly waiting for me to wake up. Turning my head slightly, I noticed the grim expression on his face. As soon as he saw me awake he grabbed my chart and walked over to the edge of the hospital bed.
"Good morning Mr. Rollins. How are you feeling?" He asked as he flashed a pen light in my eyes. I squinted trying to see better but that no longer necessary as he wrote something on my papers.
"I feel like I got the worst hangover in history but other than that nothing too horrible."
"That's good considering the new I have to tell you Mr. Rollins."
"How my times have I told you to call me Seth. You were doing so well yesterday." I chastised him on this before observing the room I was in. It was different room from yesterday. This one had more windows and it was cozier.
"Hey what's with the new room?"
"We thought you might as well enjoy your time here with us."
"What are you talking about? I'm only supposed to be here for a few days."
"I'm so sorry to have to tell you this Seth. The damage to your knee was more significant then we believed at first. If you ever fully recover, it will take years of physical therapy not to mention you will always feel pain when you use it above its normal range… I'm so sorry Seth."
I had thought everything was going to be fine, I had thought that after a few month of recovery I'd be back at it. Not after years if ever. My head rolled to the side as I looked out the window trying to find a reason to even somewhat happy right now. Or at least not totally devastated.
"You've had a long day kid." A voice suddenly sounds from the door. I quickly turned myself over so I can look over at whoever was here. Standing in the door, dressed in fancy grey suit was the CEO of WWE Vince McMahon. He leaned casually against the door frame as he stared at me.
"Long week Sir."
"Of course, getting injured will do that to you. I remember one time in Texas just after…"
"Sir I politely ask what the hell you are doing here?" Mr. McMahon stopped his rant as I asked my question. I smirk crossed his face as he commented,
"That's why I like you kid, you're not afraid to speak your mind. Or at least you aren't when the Authority isn't around."
"I have no clue what you're talking about." Mr. McMahon gave me a look before continuing.
"Son, I'm not stupid. I know that my daughter and her conniving husband forced you into the Authority. I know that they threatened to tear your brotherhood apart psychically and mentally, and when you refused them there, I know they promised you that Roman and Dean would get far in WWE if you joined their ranks. I know that you are still trying to protect them. They are still your brothers and that's why I am willing to make you a deal."
"What kind of deal could you offer me that I could actually keep my end of?" I asked my eyes filtering around the room, anything to keep my mind busy as flashes of my time with my brother streaked painfully through my mind.
"My deal is long-term; so I have no worries about that knee of yours. My deal is simple. You train hard and you recover from that injure when people say it's impossible. Then when you're a 100% plus some I want you to make my daughter's life as hard as possible. Show her why she shouldn't try to get in between friends, why she shouldn't try to tear apart brothers."
"And If I refuse?"
"Then have fun with the rest of your life Seth. I wish you luck in your future endeavors." He said, casting one last glance at my knee before exiting the room. A headache pushed its way into my head as I thought about what he said. If I did this could I get my brothers back? Even if I couldn't that would give me a chance to tear apart the people that destroyed my family right?
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