Ryback arrived at the arena for Smackdown early so he could get himself ready. He didn't admit it to anyone but he was enjoying his storyline with Paul Heyman. He was curious as to the reaction to his segment with Paul on Monday Night Raw and had some time to kill so he decided to go through some twitter comments. As he went through comments there was a smattering of support for his current storyline but mostly comments that he was like Bill Goldberg.

It had been over a year since Ryback made his debut and he'd thought that the 'Goldberg' chants would have stopped by now. He'd come to the conclusion that they weren't going to stop anytime soon but it still dissapointed him every time he heard them during a show.

Ryback sighed heavily, put his phone away and got ready for the show. He tried to stop thinking about the chants as as Paul wheeled himself into the locker room with Curtis Axel. "Ready to go big guy?" Paul smiled at Ryback.
"Yeah," Ryback huffed.
Paul furrowed his brow with concern. "Everything alright?"
"I don't want to talk about it," snapped Ryback.
Paul frowned but didn't press further. Curtis tried to change the subject. "Come on guys we should get going."

They walked down the corridor as camera crew filmed them. Paul stared lovingly at Ryback. When Ryback looked back at Paul he felt instantly calm.

They walked towards the ring and Paul started talking.

Paul grabbed Ryback's hand. "I could not have done it without my hero, Ryback." Ryback felt something when Heyman grabbed his hand but he wasn't sure what.

After the match Ryback had a shower, got changed and paced around the locker room thinking about what happened.

Paul wheeled back into the locker room to check on Ryback. "How are you doing? Do you want to talk?" Ryback just looked at him.

Paul looked back at him with reassurance. "I think I know what this is about." He quickly squeezed Ryback's hand.

Ryback sighed. "I know I act like I don't give a shit what people think but it really hurts when people constantly say that they hate me."

"Look I've been in the business for a long time and you can't let the crowd get to you," Paul looked up at him. "There's plenty of people that think you're a great wrestler and are quite attractive. They might just be less vocal about it than those that don't like you." Heyman started blushing as he looked away.

Ryback grinned and knelt down. "Look at me," he said quietly. Paul ignored him. He raised his voice a little louder. "Look at me." Ryback put his hand on Paul's chin and turned his face so they were looking directly at each other. "I like it when you're nice to me." Without a beat, Ryback softly kissed Paul's cheek and smiled at him. "Come on Heyman, I'll wheel you to your car."