The road was hard and lonely for WWE superstar Seth Rollins. Sure, he had made up with his so called Shield brothers, but with Dean Ambrose out injured, and Roman Reigns riding solo as the Big Dog, Rollins was left with only his thoughts. After everything he tried to build with Triple H crumbled, he really didn't want to trust anyone. After being backstabbed himself, and Jason Jordan bailing on him, the last thing Seth Rollins wanted was a partner of any sorts.

"So Seth, we are thinking of someone who could have your back with this whole Drew McIntyre and Dolph Ziggler storyline. We thought Roman, but he is dealing with Lashley, so we..."

Seth lifted his hand to silence the writer speaking to him. "I appreciate trying to even the odds, but Seth Freaking Rollins can handle himself." Seth watched as the writer slowly stepped away. Rollins was slightly annoyed the way they had treated his character. He was the hottest thing going in the whole company, and was easily carrying RAW when they took the Intercontinental championship off of him. Seth would never question a decision, but that didn't mean he had to like and agree with it. He should be Universal champion anyway, not Brock Lesnar.

"You alright, Seth, you don't look too good." Seth glanced over his shoulder where the voice came from, even though he already knew it was Kevin Owens. "I know you aren't too happy with your story, but who really is. I'm getting pushed off the stage in a Porto John tonight."

"Guys like us, Kevin, we should be running this show. Where did everything stop going our direction. We are so over. I don't get it." Seth shook his head as he began to walk to his locker room. Kevin ran after him, stopping him at his door.

"This is what we love, man. Not everybody can be at the top at once. Trust Vince, I sure do." Kevin patted Seth on the shoulder and looked at him. Seth remained with the same emotionless look on his face. "I don't know if I can anymore, Kevin."

...

Sasha Banks was sitting at a table in catering slowly enjoying her meal as she watched what was happening on RAW. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as her best friend Bayley, who happened to be her rival on the show, sat down next to her. "Sasha, tonight was pretty fun. We haven't gotten to go after each other like that since NXT."

Sahsa nodded as she continued to eat her food. Bayley could tell something was off. She looked back at the tv screen to see Seth Rollins facing off against Dolph Ziggler for the Intercontinental championship. "I still ship you two by the way."

"Excuse me?"

"What, just a little humor. Something it appears you've forgotten all about. You've been so bland recently."

Sasha set her fork down and sighed. She turned over to Bayley and looked her in the eyes. "Bayley, you and I dominated in NXT. We were main eventing and stealing the show. Everyone was talking about us. We were making that guy there," she pointed to Seth Rollins still wrestling on the tv, "cry as he sat ringside to our match. That's how good we were down there. Now," she paused and turned away from Bayley. "Now we barely get on the pay per view card."

Bayley scooted closer to Sasha and put her arm around her. She could always tell when her friend was seriously down in the dumps. She thought the excitement of being able to face each other again would make Sahsa go through the roof, but Bayley could understand. WWE has ruined her hot steak completely. Almost to the point no one cared about her character.

Sasha began to speak again. "Don't get me wrong, Bayley, I'm very glad Ronda joined the company. That many more people with care about women wrestling and the product. Not to mention she is one tough worker. The only problem is us, women like us, who've been clawing in NXT and the indies our whole lives are pushed to the back." Sahsa grunted. "I don't mean to complain, but I've been Woman's champ 5 times and have never held it longer than a month."

"Sash, it'll be fine. You'll get your real shot to shine and run with the title." Sasha stood up.

"I love you, Bayley, but is it wrong to want more than what we are given. Especially when it is so little."

Sahsa looked at the screen and saw Seth had lost and was getting beaten down by Drew and Dolph. "Look, Seth Rollins. He deserves much more. He's so hot..."

"I knew it!" Bayley exclaimed.

"I mean he was on a hot streak and poof."

Sasha shrugged her shoulders and told Bayley she'd see her when it was time to leave the arena. Bayley deep down agreed with every word Sasha had said. The company had been letting them down lately. Hard work not being paid off, but there was nothing anyone could do but work harder. Or was there.

...

The arena had long been emptied. The crew began taking the stage and ringside area apart when Seth Rollins walked into the ring. The leaned against the ropes. He knew he was over. He'd get his chance. But then again Finn Bálor was over, and what was going on with him? Seth breathed heavily. He watched as the crew took down the barricades.

"You were good out there, getting your ass kicked I mean."

Seth turned around and saw Sasha Banks enter the ring.

"Nice wise crack. At least I got into the ring. How was your therapy session?" Sasha's face lost color. It was like a knife stabbed her deep. She turned to walk away but felt a warm hand around her arm. "Please don't go, I'm sorry." She turned around to face Seth. He took her hand and walked her to the ropes, where he let go of her and once again rested his arms on them. "I've been an asshole lately. Ask any of the writers or Reigns. I've just been a little..."

"Fed up with your storyline?" Sasha finished his sentence. He looked at her impressed.

"Yeah, I'm guessing you feel similar?" She nodded at him. He looked off at the seats before them. "I was WWE champion. I was beating the likes of Randy Orton, John Cena, Sting. An injury put me back at square one. I've been chasing a real title reign since. I really thought I was going to be the face of this company."

"I know how you feel. I've been champ five times, Seth, five times. Not one reign over a month. I was in limbo forever. At least now I got this thing with Bayley, but with duel branded pay per views, who knows if I'll make the card." Sasha glanced at Seth. "Here I thought you were the golden boy."

"Ah, I'm not so golden. That's Reigns." Seth smirked at Sasha.

"You come to the empty ring after the show often?" She asked him.

"Only sometimes. It's not the same without the people though. The crowd really pushes me through whatever I'm doing. Whether it's main eventing, or opening the show. What about you?"

"Same goes for me. Only big matches, usually before. Hell in a Cell against Charlotte I looked at the empty arena before the show for quite some time." They both shared a smile at each other. "So Seth, why are you out here tonight?"

"I'm sure it's the same reason you are."