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Seth quickly went to his own locker room, closing the door with what seemed to be the strength of a thunder striking harshly on the ground. Exhaling heavily through his gritted teeth, rushing to release the confined wrath inside of his system. A table breaking into several pieces against the cold wall was heard, and things thrown as if they could stop the adrenaline from impacting his mind. He was usually a very patient guy, he could withstand any type of insults and beatings, as he usually deserved them anyways, but this wasn't the case. It had surpassed all his mental peace.
"What the hell was he thinking?!" His voice enraged echoed furiously against the empty room.
As he paced through the room, grunting, roughly breathing through his nose, his face red, fists so tightly clutched he could break a wall. He was fuming with retaliation. And he was going to get it. Nobody was going to surpass him.
Adrenaline rushing quickly through his veins as his heart pumped in his chest.
Passing a hand quickly over his two toned hair, trying to calm down, he sat down. Even if he destroyed the whole arena he wasn't gonna make him pay for it. But when he did, it was going to be so sweet.
Seth smiled viciously at the thought.
As much as he tried to calm down, his mind couldn't handle it anymore. He was going to take all the indignation and fury, and spit it right up to Roman's face.
"How dares he? Doesn't he even know who am I?!" He spat as if arguing with someone. He was so angry he began to feel lightheaded.
Then there was a knock on the door, interrupting his sadistic imagination.
Didn't he get enough?
Even if he hadn't had enough he was ready for whatever was thrown at him.
Sadly for him, it wasn't someone he wanted to see so soon. It was then when he realized the mess he had done. He was going to get a fine. Seth was so dead.
"Oh hey, I wasn't expecting you." His voice insecure, he tried his best to hide the mess behind him, and not opening the door entirely.
"What was all that about? Let me in right now." Triple H grunted. It was never good to get him angry. He knew what kind of horrid past he had. Everyone knew.
"Uh.. I didn't do anything! He keeps on attacking me and you know it!" He angrily barked.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that." Seriousness in his voice. With a slight push to the door, he opened it, using his overpowering strength compared to Seth's.
Now it was Triple H's turn to bark.
"What the hell did you just do?!" He said taking several steps forward.
"I'm tired of all of this. You're suspended for a week." Triple H announced, then turned around to walk away.
Seth was too shocked to begin complaning. He couldn't even let out a gasp.
A week?!
The former Shield member grabbed his stuff, sighing. That'd give him more time to plan a revenge. But he wasn't happy, he always had to lose something, it seemed like no one understood his struggle.
Seth had always been made fun of. It felt like he was just being used for the money he could bring. He had no friends there in the Authority. But he didn't care, because he was getting all the fame and the money, right?
Days like this made him look back and realize that destroying the Shield was so wrong. He lived in a little paradise. With friends, and even if they got beat up, at least he had them.
But his greedy mind took over, like a veil had covered his view with anger and passion, wanting more. Triple H's words repeating in his mind. He'd promised Seth that it was going to be worth it. He never mentioned the heartache, or the fact that he wasn't going to be with his friends. He could never admit it again, but they were a tiny family. Seth had trouble sleeping every now and then now, images of Roman, Dean and him celebrating and spending time together. The memories lashing out like whips to his sanity.
'You'll be safe. No one will attack you. We'll have your back.' Triple H reassured him, with a firm squeeze on his stiff shoulder.
He wasn't sure if it had been worth it in the end. And anyways the Authority was falling apart as well. And it lingered in his mind about what would happen to him if the Authority fell apart?
He couldn't trust anyone, could he?
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