"Stop!" Roman held Seth back with a hand on his chest. "Think about it before you go down there."
"Didn't you tell her I was coming today?" Seth asked.

He looked down at the ring where she was standing with her back against the ramp where he and Roman stood on top. She was watching Mojo Rawley train in the ring. How Seth wanted to slap that annoying goofy smile right off of Mojo's face. Mojo, the man she now was valet for instead of wrestling herself. Mojo, the man that moved right in and took her the second he saw the opportunity. His two trusted friends Roman and Dean had filled him in on everything that happened while he was away overseas to wrestle for another company. When he left, he wasn't sure he would ever come back to this company. When he lost her, he knew he didn't have a choice.

"I told her but I doubt she remembers," Roman answered.
"What's wrong with her memory?" Seth asked.
"Not sure. Ever since shit went down between you two, she changed. It's like she hears what we say to her but she doesn't really listen," Roman answered.

Seth continued to look down at her. He could see she had changed just by the way she was standing, or more like hanging over the apron. She didn't really seem to care what was going on inside the ring even though she was supposed to be a part of it.

"How is she?" Seth asked.
"I wish I knew. She doesn't really talk to any of us anymore but can you blame her?" Roman asked.
"No, I fucked up big time," Seth said.

Roman nodded while looking at his friend. Seth had fucked up a good thing, the best thing that had ever happened to him if anyone would ask him, but Seth already knew that. He lived with the guilt and the loss of her.

"Is she happy?" Seth asked.
"I wish I could tell you yes," Roman answered.
"Fuck," Seth murmured.

He took a deep breath and started walking down the ramp. Roman followed close by but he had every intention on keeping his distance. He just knew he needed to be close just in case. Those two hadn't been near each other since Seth left six months earlier and there was no telling how it was gonna go.

"Hi Michelle," Seth said as he went to stand next to her.

She turned her head slowly, her eyes full of anger, and just stared at him for two seconds.

"What the fuck are you doing back here?" She asked in a cold tone.
"Roman told you I was coming back," he answered.

She looked over at Roman and gave him a death stare. She had no memory of him telling her that but she knew he might have. Nothing people told her really stayed with her anymore. She turned her head back to Seth, her eyes still angry and cold.

"It wasn't enough for you to hurt me from afar? You just had to come back here and fuck me up even more?" She asked.
"I never meant to hurt you, baby. Look..." He started.
"Baby? You did not just call me baby!" She hissed.
"Sorry, I know I lost that right," he said.
"You damn right you did," she said. "You can save that word for whatever slut it was that you fucked over there."

She turned her focus back to the ring but he wasn't about to let her ignore him. Not now when she had opened that can of worms. Yes, he cheated overseas, one fateful time four months ago, and he was the only person to blame for their breakup but they needed to talk about it. He needed to talk about it, to apologize, to try and see if there was any love left for him in her heart because he had never stopped loving her. He grabbed her hand and she snapped her head back to stare at him again.

"Michelle, we need to talk. Please. You owe me that much," he said.
"I don't owe you shit!" She hissed.
"Hey! What the fuck are you doing touching my girl?" Mojo yelled from the ring.

They both looked up at Mojo who looked pissed off.

"Your girl?" Seth laughed and shook his head. "It didn't take you long to move in. I always knew you had your eyes on her."
"Shouldn't leave your trash lying around like that for anyone to pick up," Mojo said.
"Trash? Did you just call her fucking trash?" Seth yelled.

Roman moved in right away, placing a hand on Seth's shoulder to make sure he stayed put. He knew better than anyone just what Seth was capable of once he got mad and especially if anyone tried hurting Michelle. Seth had always been overly protective of her.

"No!" Roman spoke the word lowly, only for Seth to hear.

That was usually all it took. A touch and a word, something to keep Seth grounded, to make sure he understood there were other people around. Instead Seth turned to look at her, still keeping a firm grip on her hand while she struggled to pull it away.

"That's what you went with? Him?" He asked and pointed his free hand up at Mojo.
"None of your business, asshole! Let me go!" She hissed.
"You're better than that!" He yelled.

He grabbed her behind her head and pulled her close, leaning his forehead against hers. Instantly a certain smell hit him when he came that close to her face. That sure was something else he would like to talk to her about but not there in front of so many people.

"You're so much better than that," he softened his voice.
"Let! Me! Go!" She spit out each word in a growl.

He sighed and finally let go off her. There wasn't anything else he could do right in that moment but that didn't mean he was about to back off completely. He was only backing off for now. Mojo jumped out of the ring, grabbed her wrist and yanked her towards him with such force that she stumbled over her own feet and almost landed on the floor.

"Hey!" Seth yelled.

Roman grabbed Seth's shoulder again, once again making sure he wouldn't launch at Mojo.

"She's not yours anymore, Seth," Mojo taunted. "That's what happens when you stick your dick inside some willing whore."
"I swear to god if you hurt her..." Seth left the threat hanging.
"Yeah yeah, swear away. You can't do shit. She's doesn't want you anymore," Mojo said as he pushed her up the ramp.
"Michelle!" Seth called out to her, knowing she heard him even though she didn't turn around. "I'm here if you need me. I'm always here, baby."

He could see she raised her shoulders and shaked a little by him calling her baby again but other than that she didn't react at all. She just kept walking next to Mojo until both of them were gone.

"We need to talk," Roman said and pulled him aside towards a corner where no one could hear them. "Look, I can't be sure but Dean and I suspect something else is going on."
"Like what?" Seth asked.
"Like..." Roman sighed and ran his hand down her face. "Like she might be drinking."
"I know. I could smell it in her breath," Seth said. "Maybe that's why she isn't wrestling anymore. Because she's drinking."
"And that's not all," Roman continued. "We got a feeling something isn't right in that relationship."
"Yeah, Mojo isn't right! I should be with her!" Seth snarled.
"Seth!" Roman said firmly.
"I know, Roman. I got that feeling too seeing how he yanked her around. If he hurts her, Roman... I mean it! If he hurts her and I find out, I'm gonna tear him apart!" Seth said warningly.

Roman reached over and placed his hand on Seth's shoulder again, giving the man a little friendly squeeze of comfort.

"Why did I fuck up so badly? I love her so much and I never wanted anyone but her. Why did I do it? Why did I hurt the one person I love so much?" Seth asked.
"Only you can answer that," Roman answered.
"I was just so fucking lonely over there and I missed her so much. I know it's not an excuse. I fucked up the one good thing in my life," Seth said.