She still didn't get what people saw in her. Her Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram was flooded daily with messages from her fans, affectionately dubbed the Sasha Krew, telling her how much they adored her and were inspired by the Boss. If only they knew how far "The Boss" was from her actual personality. Of course, she was always sassy and sarcastic with an affinity for telling people what's true but all the bling was just for the ring.

Sasha pushed her glasses up on her nose and kept perusing the questions sent to her during her current Twitter Q&A. One was particularly interesting. A fan had asked her who's a wrestler that started in NXT but transitioned to the main roster that she admired. Her response was immediate, "Seth Rollins, that's a no brainer. #RealBossesKnowWhatsTrue." They didn't know each other particularly well. He left NXT before she really hit her stride as a performer and became the boss. However, she respected his hustle due to the fact that he was currently the most successful NXT alumni on the main roster and the WWE World Heavyweight Champion.

She ended the Q&A and shut her laptop and thought nothing more of it.


Sasha fixed the collar on her jacket and slid on her Legit Boss rings then proceeded to pat the NXT Women's Championship. It was the night before Summerslam at NXT Takeover: Brooklyn. She was set to drop the title tonight to Bayley thus setting up her last match in NXT where she'd unsuccessful cash in her rematch clause. Then, she would exclusively be a main roster WWE Diva. The Four Horsewomen, as she, Charlotte, Becky, and Bayley called themselves, had lunch earlier and shared their excitement over tonight. Sasha left early, needing time to reflect on her time as champ and prepare for the match. Even though the night would end in an L, she was ready to put on an instant classic. It was bittersweet but Sasha was ecstatic for Bayley and excited to continue to dominate on Raw and Smackdown. But NXT...the NXT Universe...the NXT Womens Championship...it was her life, her baby for so long. NXT had been good to her and was a female wrestler's dream. She was respected, loved, hated, feared, and idolized all at the same time. Very few women in the WWE recieved the type of crowd reaction that she enjoyed every night. With that thought in mind, Sasha smirked as she walked to gorilla and put her shades on for the last time as the NXT Women's Champion.


Bayley nearly crushed her ribs in a hug when she returned backstage, holding the title belt with Sasha's name still on the plate. It was actually quite painful due to the fact that they had just beaten the hell out of each other but emotions and adrenaline ran high enough to ignore it at the moment. Sasha usually wasn't one for excessive hugging but this was Bayley, it wasn't just a gimmick. The girl really liked to hug. Sasha couldn't believe it but she was crying and so was Bayley. She knew they looked a mess to any bystanders, crying and hugging, hugging and crying, but she didn't care. They had made it. This is why they worked so hard. They did it for the girls who didn't look like models but had burning passion and desire to make a difference no matter how many people told them no.

"Thank you so much Sasha." Bayley released her and adjusted her ponytail which had gotten droopy. They both spotted a production assistant approaching to get that nameplate changed and take photos of the new champion. Bayley looked to Sasha for approval, unsure of whether or not to leave her.

She knew this situation all too well. Just a few months ago it had been Charlotte in her position, watching her eyes gleam in excitement. "It's fine. Go, have fun tonight, kiss a cute boy, get drunk, hug a mailman. It's your night, enjoy it." Sasha said.

Bayley beamed and hugged her one last time, uttering another enthusiastic thank you before turning on her heel and setting off, eager to formally begin her reign as champion.

Sasha headed to the locker room which was hopefully empty so she could get dressed and head to her hotel as soon as possible and get a LOT of sleep before Summerslam the next day.

Somebody grabbed her arm and she swiveled around, her eyes resting on Seth Rollins. His usually drenched hair was dry and quite poofy with the remaining patch of blonde on display. He didn't bring his title belt tonight, probably because he wasn't set to make an on camera appearance until the next day.

"You're amazing." he said and her eyes almost bugged out of her head. Had he seen her? Her hair was a mess all over her head, mascara had ran and dried, while her lipstick was smeared. Not to mention, she was lacking the championship gold that she had grown so accustomed to. Once he registered the words that had tumbled out of his mouth, his eyes widened too and he quickly unclasped her arm. He thought he had only said that in his head and now he sounded like a creep. "That's not what I meant to say, I mean you are amazing but what I meant to say is that I'm a fan of yours as well. That match, all of your matches to be honest, just exudes charisma and passion. I know we've never talked much before but I just wanted to tell you I'm a fan."

Sasha's eyebrows furrowed in confusion until she faintly recalled the Twitter Q&A from the night before. She chuckled and replied "I can't believe you even saw that but I appreciate it Mr. Rollins." Sasha smiled then grimaced as the soreness in her back from the Bayley to Belly suplex she's taken earlier started to set in. "Despite how amazing I may think I am, I'm assuming you came to see the entire show and there's an awesome main event coming up so see you around Seth", she politely ended the conversation and turned around with all intentions of walking off with no set plans to speak to him again.

Seth mentally kicked himself and wondered why he sounded so much like a creepy old man. A better question was if this was how she curved guys with friendly intentions, how hard did she curve guys with romantic intentions? Seth planned on licking his wounds and was turning around to go and catch the main event when she grabbed his arm, dropping it when she was sure she had his attention.

She grabbed a pen off a nearby table and reached for Seth's left hand. He offered it and opened it with his palm facing up. Without a word or telling facial expression, she wrote her number against the lines of his hands, capping the pen when she was finished before walking away for good.

Seth was awestruck. Never had he met a girl who said so little but was so sure of herself. She had actually rendered him speechless. Almost 45 minutes passed and he watched the main event half-heartedly with his mind focused on Sasha. When would be an appropriate time to actually call or text her? More than likely, he was on thin ice after the "amazing" blurt and he couldn't afford to seem any creepier. However, if he waited too long, she might think he was making fun of her earlier and feel too forward for giving him her number.

Finn Balor finally came backstage after a successful title defense. His body paint was smeared and messy at this point but his Irish charm was at its peak with his bright smile and eyes that resembled a clear lake. Seth immediately went to shake his hand and realized too late that he had shook with the hand that Sasha's number was on and Finn was mighty sweaty. He made small talk with Finn even though he freaked out internally and when they finally parted, he checked his hand for the state of the number he absolutely did not deserve.

It had smeared in places but was still faintly legible. Seth pulled out his phone to put in the number before it completely rubbed away. He was one of those people who didn't go to the Contacts app to add a new number to his phone but instead used Messages. He typed in all ten digits but then accidentally put a space in the text message field. Then in another grand mistake, he clicked send instead of backspace.

How could this night be so great and awful at the same time? An awesome girl, THE awesome girl had named him as someone she admired even though they'd never said more than 10 words to each other. Secondly, he was able to speak to that same awesome girl and stuck his foot in his mouth which was quite rare and she still gave him her number. Then, he had to screw it all up by sending her a blank message from what she'd see as an unknown number. Now he had to text her even though it was a mere 45 minutes since they had first spoken so she didn't think he was a prank caller or something.


Seth's texts are in italic. Sasha's texts are in bold-italic.

Sasha balled up the bag that had held up the Chick-Fil-A sandwich meal she picked up after she left the arena soon after her match. She didn't have the heart to stick around for the whole show and Triple H had granted her permission to leave early. The makeshift basketball was shot into the trash can in her hotel room and made it in.

"BANKSHOT!" she pumped her fist in excitement before remembering that no one was around. Technically, Sasha was rooming with Becky but she knew her Irish counterpart was celebrating with Bayley and throwing back beers like it was tap water so she wouldn't be back for a while.

It was only 20 minutes ago when she checked in but her reddish-purple hair was already tied up into a high ponytail and it was goodbye contacts, hello chunky glasses. Tonight wasn't the type of night for her usual Netflix anime marathons. She was planning on being asleep way before Becky came in. As she slipped an oversized NXT t-shirt over her head to sleep in, her phone buzzed. Sasha turned off the lights and settled into the bed to check her messages.

It was an unknown number and it was blank. Well, that was weird. A minute later, another text came from the same number. Hey Sasha it's Seth. Sorry about the blank text, was trying to save your number & clumsily hit some buttons so don't think I'm a creep lol

Sasha bit her lip to keep from cheesing way too hard and replied, I'm pretty sure all creeps say they're not creeps Mr. Rollins *laughing emoji*

Meanwhile in his rental car, Seth finally relaxed his shoulders. She was laughing or at least simulating laughter through cyberspace. That was a good sign. Looks like you're just going to have to trust my word on it. He sent the message and was surprised to immediately see the three dots to indicate that she was already typing.

Looks like I don't have a choice(: Her reply made him smile, the smiley face was cute just like her. As much as he wanted to continue this conversation all night, he really needed to get out of this parking lot and texting while driving was a no no especially in New York traffic.

I'm about to go out with the guys and I'm assuming you'll be asleep when I get to my hotel room around 2 am so I'll talk to you soon? Seth put his phone on airplane mode and pocketed it before finally backing out of the parking lot.

Once again, her response was immediate. Try sending me a text at 2am and see what happens lol but I'm going to bed now anyway and yes you'll talk to me soon;) She smirked after sending what she felt was a bit a sarcasm and automatically assumed that he wouldn't reply again tonight so she put her phone on the charger and went to sleep.


After a hilarious night of Dean doing terrible karaoke and Roman having to convince drunk people that he was not Thor with a dye job, Seth got back to his room 10 minutes earlier than he originally thought. He took off his shirt and pants and crawled into bed in his boxers with his phone in hand. Now that he didn't need to conserve battery he could take his phone off of airplane mode. Once he did, he saw Sasha's most recent message with the winky face being a nice touch. He smirked, it's only right to give a lady what she asks for.

Sasha heard her phone ding to notify her that she had received a text message. She sighed, angry that she forgotten to put her phone on vibrate again. Her hand patted around the night table until she could feel her glasses and put them on. The clock read exactly 2:01 am. She perched herself up on one elbow and look at the notification on her screen.

What happens? :p

This prompted a hearty laugh from her but still couldn't override the need for sleep. Sasha replied, You're a bigger character than the one you play on tv lol goodnight Champ :*, and returned to her slumber.

Seth on the other hand was wide awake. He felt like a math geek that just landed the head cheerleader, Sasha Banks just sent him a missy face, albeit a friendly kissy face. In fact, if it was a real kiss it would be on the cheek or the forehead but still, it happened and it was awesome. Seth turned on the tv and sunk back onto the pillows with his fingers interlaced behind his head. The Architect might be building something better than the Shield.


I haven't written fanfiction in years but a few pairings have been calling out to me and I'm really invested in this fic so I hope you all enjoy :)