So this idea came to me when I was extremely sick, stuck at home, and binge watched a bunch of terrible reality TV shows. I hope you all like it as I have been having a lot of fun writing it. I've decided to use ring names only for the sake of my sanity so I don't have to switch back and forth. This doesn't mean Strange Bedfellows or Between Friends are on hold. I just needed something a little lighter hearted to divert my attention to sometimes.
The usual disclaimer: I only own my OCs (Elle, Daisy, and any side characters I use) and there will be profanity and potentially sexual situations at some point.
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Seth Rollins was not generally a nervous man. Some called him cocky and that was probably true but he rarely had reason to worry. Still, as he wheeled his suitcase behind him, weaving through the hallways in the back of the Target Center in Minneapolis, he was struggling with a strange sense of apprehension. He was trying to fight it but so far, he was failing pretty miserably. He was supposed to be enjoying a rare day without an appearance before Raw but instead, he'd gotten a call telling him he needed to come in early for a meeting. He had no idea what it was about, just that his presence was required and none of his friends had been asked to come. He knew he couldn't be in any trouble. He'd been on fire since he got back from his injury.
Well...Except for the Balor thing.
Injuring Finn Balor on the night of his big Universal Championship win had not been Seth's finest moment. He felt bad about it but he clearly hadn't done it on purpose. Besides, he'd already been lectured about that. He was out of the woods where that was concerned. The only one still harping on it was fucking Bret Hart. He should've never said anything about Bret's previous comments hurting his feelings on Jericho's podcast. The old man had only doubled down on insulting him after that and try as he might, Seth couldn't help but get pissed off.
He shook away thoughts of the old man, following behind Hunter's new assistant, a pretty, petite blonde named Carrie who was wearing a criminally tight skirt. He could do nothing but stare though. Hunter had already told him in no uncertain terms that he was not allowed to go there. Apparently Carrie was great at her job and Seth had sort of ruined things with Hunter's last assistant, Sophie. He wasn't specifically targeting his boss's assistants, it just so happened that the Game had good taste.
When they reached a conference room, she knocked lightly before pushing the door open for him. He flashed her a smile and she blushed, nodding for him to head inside. He thanked her, promising to see her later and then walked inside. He found Stephanie, Hunter, Shane, Brian Terwilliger – a WWE Network exec. He had no idea why they would call him in for a meeting with Brian. He hadn't done anything for the network since his WWE24 episode.
"Seth," Stephanie was the first to come over to him, smiling excitedly. "We're so glad you could make it."
"It didn't seem like I had much choice," he joked, accepting the side hug she offered. He shook hands with everyone else in the room.
"How was your flight this morning?" Shane asked.
"Good, good," Seth nodded. "I slept the whole way."
He knew Shane didn't actually give a shit how his flight was. This was going to be a weird meeting.
"Have a seat," Hunter nodded to the only empty chair and Seth followed the instruction. He could feel every set of eyes in the room on him and he suddenly felt very unsure of what to do with his hands. He put his palms down flat on his thighs and leaned back in his chair, trying to look relaxed, "So…anybody want to tell me why I'm here?"
Stephanie and Hunter looked at each other and Stephanie smiled, "I'll do it. I've been looking forward to this all day."
Seth couldn't hide his surprise when he looked at her. Stephanie wasn't normally so boisterous.
"You're here because we've come up with a revolutionary idea, something we've never done before; a way to bring a whole new audience to our product. And you are going to be involved."
Seth smirked, "Okay, I'm definitely intrigued. What is it?"
"Elle! Table fourteen just got their food!"
"Thanks May," Eleanor Riley called out, holding a tray high above her head as she squeezed between two other servers. Her hopes of being cut early for the night were completely shot. After a slow early evening, the restaurant had been flooded with patrons and all of a sudden, every table was filled and they had a 2 hour wait. On a Tuesday.
It probably had something to do with the restaurant being featured in the issue of US Weekly that came out that day. Porte Noire was the hottest new restaurant owned by executive chef Marc Robbins and his socialite wife Poppy. The concept involved something about passing through a black door into a sinful and decadent world unimaginable to those outside it. There was more to it but Eleanor hadn't been giving Poppy her full attention when she told her they wanted to transfer her from their most successful venture, Repas Parfait, to the new business. Everything that Marc and Poppy touched turned to gold so she had no problem switching from one of their restaurants to another. A check was a check. She did, however, wish that their uniforms had a little more fabric. Each server had 4 different 'uniforms' that they could rotate as they preferred. Every one of them was black and either super short, skin tight, low cut, or all of the above. Elle had been too lazy to do laundry the last couple of days so she was stuck wearing the shortest one. She wasn't actually a conservative person but the seating in the restaurant was set low and she felt like everyone was looking up her skirt. She felt like she had a hand on the hem of her dress all night, making sure her ass wasn't hanging out.
Several hours and plenty of tables later, Elle helped close the restaurant before calling an Uber. The new bartender, Owen, offered her a ride but she turned it down. He didn't look up from her cleavage once while they were talking. She was almost positive that he'd never actually seen her face. When she got home, she quickly shimmied out of her uniform, peeled off her lashes and washed off her makeup. She pulled on a pair of shorts and twisted her hair up into a bun as she walked back to the kitchen. Her stomach was making incredibly aggressive noises, reminding her that she'd brought home her favorite dish from the restaurant, poulet a la provencale. Unfortunately for her, when she reached the kitchen, she was startled to find Ethan, her live in boyfriend, standing at the kitchen counter, halfway through her dinner. He must have come in while she had the water running.
"Hey babe," he greeted her warmly, pulling her into a hug, inadvertently rubbing sauce onto her back. "This is amazing."
"I'm aware," she glared at him, putting the top back on her to-go container and sliding it away from him. "I was planning on eating it alone. I thought you were working tonight."
Ethan, a Fresno native, moved to LA to work as a model but when jobs were scarce, he moonlit as a bartender. Recently, jobs had been more than scarce. He hadn't been able to pay his half of rent and utilities and Elle was forced to pick up the slack.
"They cut me early," he explained, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear and kissing her forehead. "We were dead and there were 4 of us behind the bar."
She had a sneaking suspicion that he'd volunteered to be the one to leave. Ethan worked when he had to but he made no secret of how much he hated it. She didn't bother bringing it up, though. Nothing could be done about it now.
"I hope you made good tips tonight," he kissed her lips. "Because I got nothin'."
"I find it ridiculous that someone who looks like you has such a hard time making tips," she patted him on the cheek. He truly was the most attractive man she'd ever seen up close. He had piercing, pale blue eyes and thick, silky chocolate brown hair that he kept cut close on the sides and longer and tousled at the top. He was tall, just over six feet with a lean, muscular swimmer's build and a perfectly chiseled jaw. He turned heads everywhere he went. If he had more of a work ethic he could be making millions but, as he was, he could barely be trusted to show up to his castings on time.
"It is pretty ridiculous, isn't it?" he smirked.
She turned on the oven to heat up her food, shaking her head, "Well, I made good money tonight."
"Beautiful and successful," he moved behind her, wrapping his arm around her stomach, placing a kiss to her shoulder. "I don't know what I would do without you."
Successful.
That was the last word Elle would use to describe herself. She went to auditions every chance she got and yet the last role she'd booked was 'Slutty College Girl #3' two months earlier.
"You would starve," she laughed, sliding out of his grasp. "I'm gonna go to bed once I eat. I'm exhausted. It's been the longest day."
"Well that sucks," he sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "I was hoping you'd come out with me and Sully tonight. Some girl he knows has a table at 1 Oak."
Elle considered it momentarily. 1 Oak would mean taking a shower, picking out the perfect dress, doing her makeup and wearing heels all night.
"Nope," she shook her head emphatically. "I'm good here. But you go, have fun."
"It won't be as fun without you," he smiled. "But I will try."
Elle tossed her food into the oven, "You'll find a way. I have faith in you."
He flashed his brilliant smile and she completely forgot about him eating half of her delicious dinner. It was just unfair to be so good looking.
"Listen, Pete spotted me last time and I owe him. You think I could borrow some of that tip money you got tonight, sugar momma?"
She sighed, walking over to her purse and pulling out all of the cash. She took off some bills and pulled him forward by his belt, sliding the cash into his pocket.
"I'll earn that later," he smirked. "I promise."
"Wait…they want you to do what?" Roman asked.
"So you're gonna be The Bachelor?" was Dean's first question.
"This is amazing," Renee laughed, clapping her hands together.
Seth sighed, running a hand over his face. The four of them were sitting together in the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport, eating and waiting for their flight to South Carolina to begin boarding. He'd just explained the show proposal to his friends and he was beginning to wish he had waited. Dean and Renee both seemed incredibly amused by the whole idea. Roman's expression was more incredulous.
"No, I'm not the Bachelor, Dean," Seth glared. "But it's the same basic concept. It's the dumbest idea I've ever heard."
"Why exactly is this happening?" Roman questioned.
"Apparently it was Stephanie's idea," Seth sighed. "And Vince likes it. They think it'll attract more female viewers."
"As a woman, I find that offensive," Renee spoke up, unwrapping her sandwich. "Women aren't automatically going to tune in to see a bunch of other women fight over a man."
"Thank you," Seth pointed.
"But as your friend, I think this is hilarious and I really hope it happens," she admitted, taking a huge bite to stifle her laughter.
"That's very helpful Renee," Seth rolled his eyes. She and Dean were perfect for each other. They both enjoyed laughing at the plight of others. Seth couldn't judge though. If he wasn't the one in this predicament, he would have been right there with them.
"So you're screwed?" Dean smirked. "I mean, if Vince and Steph are behind it. There's no way out for you."
"I'm not a slave," Seth insisted. "They can't force me to do it. I have free will."
"Do you though?" Roman raised an eyebrow. "I mean, there's a lot of shit that we don't want to do. We all do it because Vince says so. That's how this company works, remember?"
"The man has a point," Dean agreed, reaching over and pinching Roman's cheek, flinching when the Samoan slapped his hand away.
"I don't understand why it has to be me," Seth shook his head, leaning back in his seat. This just seemed like such a silly idea and he couldn't understand why they wanted him, the future of the company, to be at the forefront. It didn't make sense.
"Well out of the three of us, you're the only one that's single," Roman reminded him.
"What about Ziggler?" Seth asked. "This cheesy shit seems like it would be right up his alley."
"Isn't he with Dana now?" Renee asked.
"You're a bigger draw," Dean shrugged. "I wonder if you get to do that thing where the guy pins the roses on the girls."
"I'm not The Bachelor," Seth sighed, leaning his head back.
"I don't know Rollins, it kinda sounds to me like you're The Bachelor," Dean disagreed. "I wonder what they'll call it."
"In Love with the Architect?" Renee suggested.
"The Man Finds The One?" Dean chuckled.
"I hate you," Seth closed his eyes.
"Oh come on now," Dean kept going. "You're not even the least bit excited to curb stomp some hearts?"
"I hope all of these girls have the right pedigree," Renee added.
"I don't even know why I hang out with you two."
"You had to know I was gonna laugh at you for this," Dean chuckled. "This should be the exact reaction you expected."
"He does have a point," Roman agreed. "You know he's not an emotionally supportive person."
"Aww, that's not true," Renee defended her man, patting him on the head.
"Thanks babe," he leaned into the head rubbing.
"So, are you gonna save yourself the trouble and do it willingly or what?"
"It doesn't seem like I have much choice," Seth shrugged.
"Well, at least you'll get to meet some good looking women," Roman shrugged. "Can't be mad at that."
"Have you ever seen one of those shows?" Seth laughed. "There's usually only a handful of hot ones."
"Well then you meet a handful of hot girls," Roman shrugged again. "Who knows? Maybe you'll even like one of them."
"Oh, here he goes," Dean shook his head.
Seth sighed, "Don't make this weird Rome."
"What are you guys talking about?" Roman asked, confused.
Seth didn't have to look at Dean to know that they were thinking the same thing. Roman was a hopeless romantic. He wouldn't admit it but it was absolutely true. He spoiled his wife like no one Seth had ever seen. He had flowers sent to her once a week and was always sending her these sappy text messages. He was the type of guy that did things like plan scavenger hunts and picnics. More than once, Seth had heard him arranging a trail of rose petals to be put in his hotel room when she was traveling with him. He was almost sickeningly happy and in love and he wanted everyone else to have what he had. Since Dean had Renee, he was mostly safe from Roman's 'advice' but Seth didn't get a reprieve.
"You know how you are," Seth didn't bother to explain it. "If I do this thing, I'm not actually looking to get anything out of it. I don't want to get mixed up with the type of woman who goes on a reality show looking for a man."
Roman smirked, "You never know where you're gonna find the right one."
1 Week Later…
Over the course of her life, Eleanor had been awakened in ways she didn't like plenty of times but nothing was more unpleasant than Ethan clubbing her on the side of her head in his sleep. She knew he didn't mean to do it but he'd hit her so hard she was tempted to hit him right back. She got out of the bed, though, because the smell of whiskey and sweat was coming off of him in waves and it was extremely unattractive. She took a long shower, washing and conditioning her hair before getting out and checking her face for a bruise. Thankfully, her cheek was clear. She wrapped her thick hair in a towel and put on her short, purple terry cloth robe, stepping into her matching slippers. When she left the bathroom, she peeked in on Ethan. He was still sound asleep, snoring now, with her pillow balled up under his chin. He was kind of adorable when he slept, even if he smelled gross. She sighed, traipsing off to the kitchen to make herself something to eat. They were low on groceries but she was able to throw together some kale, a bag of sweet potato cubes, and eggs. She grabbed her bowl, a bottle of water, and her laptop and headed to the couch, turning on the TV.
She kept the TV on for noise but her attention was focused firmly on her computer. She went through her usual morning routine, opening up several different tabs. Backstage, LACasting, Project Casting, and Actors Access. Then, she methodically sifted through all of the most recent postings. Despite the fact that she spent almost all of her time in restaurants as of late, Eleanor Riley was an actress…an aspiring actress at least. She hadn't booked any work in about a month because she'd had to pick up so many shifts to keep the rent and bills paid. She had moved to LA right out of high school, determined to become an overnight success story. She had no idea what a cliché she would turn out to be. She had the same story as so many others in LA: Born and raised in a small-ish town, her mom decided that she was the most beautiful baby ever born and put her in a modeling contest. She ended up booking a bunch of commercials and even had a tiny part in a movie as a kid. As she got older, she became something of a local star. She was the cheer captain, sang in every singing group in school and entered every talent show. She starred in every single play and musical from 7th grade to senior year. She even dated a star athlete, Chase, who was the best baseball player in the state. They were voted most likely to succeed and, despite her family's reservations, she made the decision to move to LA. She quickly booked a part on a recurring role on a soap opera, plus 4 commercials back to back, and thought she was on her way to success. Then, a few months later, she was released from the soap opera contract and all of her opportunities seemed to dry up. Chase was drafted by the Blue Jays and promptly broke up with her which sent her into a pretty rough spiral of partying and drinking, spending most of the money she'd saved up. When she finally got over it, she got back to work, started waiting tables and auditioning every chance she got. Now, at 24, she'd had two more recurring soap stints; both playing promiscuous college girls. She'd played 'sexy' everything really; babysitter, college girl, yoga teacher and student, waitress, cashier, you name it. Something about her really said 'slutty' to casting directors, no matter what she tried to do to combat it. She also played a stripper twice. She didn't mind being described as sexy in her personal life but being type cast as the sexy girl didn't mean anything good for her career if she wanted to be taken seriously. She'd done commercial work, a bunch of modeling, music videos, and two plays that she was actually pretty proud of despite the fact that no one saw them. Her most recent offers had been for The Bad Girls Club and Vanderpump Rules and she turned both of those down. She didn't have any interest in trashy reality shows. Working on them. She definitely watched a few but she wasn't about to join the cast.
She'd never made enough to quit waiting tables and now she wasn't even making enough from it to take a few days off from the restaurant. Fortunately, Poppy liked her enough to let her come in late or leave early for auditions from time to time. And when she worked nights, she had most of the day available for casting calls or acting classes. She heard her phone ping and picked it up, seeing that she had an email from a casting agent that she wasn't signed with but he threw her and some friends a bone here and there. There was a commercial audition he thought she had a chance to book. It was across town and she only had two hours to get there. He was sending an email with the sides. She quickly wolfed down the rest of her breakfast, tossed her laptop aside and rushed into the bedroom. She would call an Uber and read the sides on the way. She really hoped whatever this was for had an actual character name and not just a description. Fingers crossed, she slipped past her sleeping boyfriend and started rifling through her closet for something good to wear.
Seth stood with his arms crossed, staring at the monitor in front of him. One of the production assistants had asked him to meet Hunter but, of course, Hunter was caught up with something so Seth was left waiting. The Superstars taping was just finishing up and Seth was in the opening segment of Raw so he hoped whatever Hunter wanted wouldn't take long.
"Sorry about that. Minor crisis," Hunter approached, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "This won't take long."
"Okay," Seth said, keeping his arms crossed. He had a feeling he knew what this was going to be about.
"I want to talk to you about the show," Hunter said.
"Tonight's show?" Seth hoped.
"The other show," Hunter laughed. "I think you know what I mean."
"I can't do it Hunter," Seth shook his head. He'd taken some time to think about it and he still hated the idea. "I'm sorry, I know Steph's excited about it but this idea is ridiculous. You can't tell me you don't see that."
"What exactly is it that puts you off about it?" Hunter asked. He was in 'Dad' mode, Seth could see it. There were several different versions of Hunter that one could encounter, dependent on the situation. This version was understanding and encouraging and could convince talent to go along with plans that they weren't exactly fond of. He was a convincing son of a bitch which was certainly why Stephanie and the network sent him to talk to Seth.
"I don't want to be a joke," Seth answered. "You've put this company on my back. You've told me I'm the future. I'm 'the man'. So why would you want me to do something so cheesy?"
"You don't think it could be good for you?" Hunter asked.
"Good for me how?" Seth scoffed. "God, please tell me you haven't been talking to Roman."
"What does Roman have to do with it?" Hunter looked confused and Seth shook his head.
"Never mind. Why would this be good for me?"
"It could help the fans get to know a different side of you," Hunter suggested.
"The fangirls already love me," Seth smirked. "I don't think I need to worry about that."
"Okay, well," Hunter sighed. "It's also worth considering that Stephanie has been your champion through everything. I mean, she backed you through the naked picture situation. And then the issues with Zahra. Sting."
"Sting? You're using Sting against me?" Seth questioned. Hunter knew how horribly he felt about that.
Hunter continued, undeterred, "Balor. The troubling ratings during your title reign."
"You're gonna guilt me now?" Seth asked, eyeing his boss.
"I'm not trying to guilt you," Hunter said. "Just reminding you that Stephanie is a big part of why you got to where you are. That's all."
Seth sighed, clasping his hands behind his head and looking up at the ceiling. There was no getting out of this. Roman was right, with Vince and Stephanie on board there had never really been an option of saying no. The best he could do now was say yes and look like a team player instead of being forced into it.
"Fine, fine," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm in."
Hunter smiled, "I knew you would come around to it."
"Do you manipulate your kids like that?" Seth laughed.
"My kids are harder to manipulate," Hunter chuckled. "You gotta toughen up."
"Thanks a lot."
"In all seriousness," Hunter said. "I can assure you, you won't be a joke. This isn't even the dumbest show we've put on the network. And you're so over at this point that it won't matter."
Seth sighed deeply, "I hope you're right."
Elle smiled, standing up from the curb when she spotted Daisy's dark blue Prius.
Daisy Jimenez was Elle's best friend in LA. They met 4 years earlier when they were living in the same apartment complex. They became fast friends while doing their laundry together and now Elle didn't know what she would do without her.
"Hey hot stuff," Daisy smiled as Elle got into the car. "How was the audition? Did we get a name this time?"
"Sure, if you consider 'sexy nurse' a name," Elle answered, rolling down her window.
"We could give her a name," Daisy suggested. "A super sexy name like…Desiree."
"That's a good one but it won't be necessary. I don't think I booked it. They didn't put it in the call but I think they wanted a blonde."
"You could do blonde, you did it that one time," Daisy struggled to keep a straight face.
Elle had the genius idea of bleaching her ink black tresses about 2 years earlier when she was stressed and in need of a change. The first round of bleaching turned it orange and when the stylist told her how much more she would have to do to get it to the color she wanted, she freaked out. They couldn't get her hair back to it's natural color that day so Elle had to walk around with blotchy orange hair for a week. She wore a lot of hats.
"How dare you remind me of that?" Elle laughed. "Do you want me to feel worse?"
"Aww, I'm sorry hon," Daisy gave her a sympathetic smile. "You'll get 'em next time."
"You know you don't have to say that to me every time, right?" Elle smirked. "At some point, you can just tell me to give up."
"I would never do that because you shouldn't give up," Daisy reached over, patting her on the arm. She was one of the most positive people that Elle had ever encountered. She was a ray of sunshine packed into a tiny, adorable package. It may have had something to do with the fact that she'd had a steady job for years. She worked for a production company that primarily did reality shows. She was probably the most stable and gainfully employed person that Elle hung out with. Probably had something to do with the fact that she had no desire to be in front of a camera.
"I don't want to talk about me anywhere," Elle put on her sunglasses. "You said you guys are doing a new show. How's that going?"
"It's in the early stages right now," Daisy explained. "We start recruiting and casting next week. I actually came out of my meeting this morning thinking of you."
"Me? Why?"
"Well, I've told you before that a lot of times on shows like this we cast by personality types," Daisy reminded her. "Shy virgin. Girl next door. Diamond in the rough, etcetera, etcetera."
Elle found it creepy that they categorized people that way but that was just how their business worked. "Do you really get any virgins though? Like how often does that happen?"
"Not often but believe it or not, they're not all lying," Daisy answered. "Anyway, we were going over what we want with the showrunner today and we need a villain."
"You think of me as a reality show villain?" Elle feigned offense. "It's because I drink so much wine, isn't it? You know, you are not in a position to judge little missy. You're usually filling up a cart at Trader Joe's right beside me."
"No it's not the wine. You don't even drink Pinot Grigio. I just think you could pull it off," Daisy shrugged, pulling into a parking spot as they reached their destination. A friend of theirs worked the lunch shift at a nearby restaurant and he was hooking them up with a free lunch since his boss was on vacation. Sometimes it seemed like their whole lives were spent trading and bartering. Elle's best currency was her control over the reservation list at Porte Noire. Daisy had tons of connections in the reality TV world. They had a good friend, Stacy, who had her own clothing line and gave Elle clothes in exchange for modeling for her website. They'd developed a decent sized network of friends who helped each other out whenever they could. They greeted their friend Liam and he had them seated with a delicious lunch within 10 minutes.
"You know, I was serious about the show," Daisy offered. "You would be perfect for this kind of thing. You're beautiful. You're quick witted and…"
She seemed to be searching for the right word.
"Bitchy?" Elle suggested. "Were you going to say that I'm bitchy?"
"I was going to say a different 'b' word," Daisy answered. "Broke."
"I am nothing if not broke," Elle agreed. "But what does that have to do with it?"
"Our girls get paid for however many days of filming they do," Daisy explained. "It's a flat fee for appearing on the show and then an extra bonus that's supposed to make up for the lack of normal income. It definitely amounts to more than you make per day at the black door."
Daisy refused to refer to the restaurant by its actual name. She said it made her feel silly.
"You could do it for a few days and come out a little richer, just saying."
"Look, I appreciate that thought," Elle patted her friend on the hand. "But there is no way that's happening."
"So they're going all out, a bunch of girls moving into a house and vying for your affections?" Sasha Banks questioned, wanting desperately to open her eyes. Seth decided to tell her the news about his new show while she was in the middle of getting her makeup done. She loved him like a brother sometimes but he had absolutely terrible timing. He probably thought her having her makeup done would make her less enthusiastic or keep her from asking questions. He was sorely mistaken. Silly Rollins…She wanted to know everything.
"Yep," Seth answered. "The house will be in LA but the girls will have to travel at some point. I got them to agree to filming at least 1 episode at Black and Brave."
"Only you would make sure your wrestling school gets pub on your dating show," Sasha scoffed. Once her eyes were, mercifully, done she was able to open them and look straight at her good friend..
"I gotta get something out of this," he shrugged. "Might as well get more eyes on the school."
"I don't think you even understand how excited I am for this," she smiled. "This is literally my favorite thing that has ever happened."
Seth gave her a dramatic eye roll.
She was unfazed, "I want to be a co-host. Or I can come in as the friend that tells you whether or not the girls are good enough for you. Oh my God, instead of, like, meeting your mom, they could just meet me. This is perfect. You should write this down."
"Alright, calm down," Seth put a hand up. "We already have a host. Graves is doing it. Steph says a bunch of the talent will be making appearances on the show so maybe they'll put you on."
Sasha beamed, "I am going to do everything in my power to make that happen."
"You gonna throw that thing around?" he smirked, pointing down to her Women's Championship belt.
She nodded without a moment's hesitation, "Absolutely."
Her interest in this was three fold. There was sheer amusement which couldn't be denied. Seth was going to be the cheesy suitor on a reality show. She couldn't possibly miss seeing that live and in color. Then, there was the part of her that just liked to be involved in everything. She'd done a bunch of episodes of UpUpDwnDwn. She'd been begging to do Stone Cold's podcast. She just liked to be in the thick of things,. And then there was Seth's love life. It was an absolute disaster and Sasha was beginning to think that she was going to have to find someone for him herself. Now, someone was going to do the hard part and put together a pool of women. All she had to do was help him choose.
"What if you actually meet someone?" she asked excitedly.
"Sash, that isn't gonna happen," he said. "You might as well just give up that ghost now. I'm doing this because I have to."
"I don't know," Sasha gave him a knowing smile. "Sometimes the best time to find someone is when you're not really looking. And married life is pretty bad ass if I do say so myself."
"And I am glad you guys are so happy, I really am," he smirked at her. "But it's not for me right now."