As much as I wish I "owned" Seth Rollins….I don't.
Warning: Initial reluctance, choking and slapping.
DING, DING, DING!
I shake my head at the monitor showing Seth Rollins once again winning his match against one of the most talented superstars in the WWE, Dolph Ziggler. Of course the only reason he won is because J&J security jumped Dolph while Seth distracted the referee by waving his arms around and yelling in the refs face about absolute gibberish. I swear I could hear Seth screaming about the lighting in the arena glaring off of Joey Mercury's bald head and how it caused him to get distracted. Honestly, without J&J, and the occasional temper tantrum from Kane, Seth would be nothing. I know a lot of people would disagree, but so far all I've seen of him is a bratty, sore loser who can't seem to get his attitude in check. He's spoiled and that needs to change.
I turn away from the monitor when I see my two friends Nikki Bella and Naomi walking toward me to see what's got me so upset. The monitors backstage are for everyone to use to watch the matches when they've got nothing better to do, and since I'm only backstage to help everyone else set up the backdrop for certain backstage segments, I don't need to do anything right now, since my work was done about an hour ago.
"What are you shaking your head at?" Naomi asks. Nikki then chimes in, "Yeah, what's got you so pissed off?"
I scoff and say, "Seth Rollins, obviously. You would think that him being a part of one of the most dominant factions in the WWE would have taught him to grow a set, you know? Either he gets what he wants or he whines until he gets what he wants. It's bullshit, you know?"
Nikki and Naomi both giggle as I keep ranting, "What kind of champion is he supposed to be anyway? Out of all the guys that could have the belt and they give it to Seth 'laughs like Waluigi' Rollins".
The girls' giggles soon turn to full on laughter, but it soon turns to shocked silence when a certain voice cuts through the humorous atmosphere like a knife.
"You got something to say to me?" a shirtless and sweaty Seth Rollins hisses at me. He must have come to watch the aftermath of what he and J&J did to Dolph. Before I can respond, Seth takes an aggressive step towards me, but is blocked from my view when Naomi and Nikki quickly step in front of him.
"Don't talk shit and then hide behind your friends," Seth says.
Without thinking I snap back at him, "Don't start shit and then hide behind your security"
"What's his problem anyway?" Nikki's asks, her voice making its way through the speaker of my smartphone and into my ear. Fresh out of the shower and towel dried with the towel wrapped around me, I have to hold the phone between my left ear and my shoulder while I apply lotion to my legs.
Nikki and I have been complaining about Seth's attitude ever since our little encounter at the arena. Luckily for me, after my lack of judgement and quickness to snap back at Seth, Naomi and Nikki held their ground and Seth realized that he would not get past them, so he settled for just sneering at me and walking away.
"I don't even know," I say, rolling my eyes at how ridiculous he is. I admit, I think about Seth way more than I should. "He's an asshole. I can't wait for someone to finally put him in his place."
"Yeah," Nikki replies with a giggle. "And what's up with his hair? He's been trying to salvage that disgusting little blonde patch for so long it looks more like a weird mutation than it does a dye job."
I laugh out loud as I finish putting the lotion on my legs and take the phone from my ear. I put the phone on speaker and set it down on my bed so I can walk away and put the bottle of cucumber scented lotion on the dresser a few feet away. Nikki continues to rant about Seth and says some very unkind words about his ring gear. I walk back to the bed and pick up the phone and take it off of speaker, cutting off Nikki just as she is saying something about Seth needing to buy a gimp mask to match his "bullshit leather pants". I can't help but laugh at everything she says. Nikki always knows how to put a smile on my face.
"Hey," I say to Nikki, interrupting her tirade. "It's getting late and we've got to get up early so—" I am cut off by a sharp knock on the door. "Hold on," I say to Nikki. I go to the door and open it slightly, peaking around it to find the last person that should ever be on the other side of any door of mine.
"What do you want, Rollins?" I say with a glare.
Without saying anything, Seth roughly shoves the door open, nearly knocking me on my ass. "Hey!" I shout and pull the towel tighter around me. Seth slams the door behind him without taking his eyes off of me. I've never seen such an intense and angry look before in my life. "What's your problem, Se—"
"Shut up. Shut your mouth." Seth's voice is so furious and forceful that my mouth snaps shut as soon as he speaks. He looks me up and down, eyes pausing at the phone in my hand.
"Drop it," he says.
"Excuse me?"
"Drop the fucking phone!"
But I can't drop it. I'm frozen. And I'm a little scared. After a few seconds, Seth rolls his eyes and jumps at me. I panic and try to back away from him, only to trip over my own feet and land on my ass, causing me to drop my phone in the process. Somehow my phone manages to bounce its way under the bed where I can't reach it. Luckily, my towel stays wrapped around me, but before I have time to do anything, Seth is standing above me. He reaches down and grabs a fistful of my hair and then proceeds to yank me to my feet. I can't even catch my breath before he shoves me at my bed. I fall face first into the mattress (embarrassingly so) and scramble to flip myself on my back. I can't even try to defend myself before Seth is on top of me with one hand wrapped around my throat and the other hand fisted into my hair again. His face is so close to mine that I can feel his breath on my lips when he speaks.
"Now," he says gravely. "Let me hear you talk some more shit."
And that is part one of two! Hopefully you guys like it so far. I promise you guys the smuttiest of smut in part two! So let me know what you think, mkay?