After the argument with Seth, Sasha really began to go through the motions. Her life went back to what it had been before that unexpected weekend in Brooklyn. She worked, went to CrossFit three or four times a week, and whatever free time she had, she spent it watching anime on Netflix or doing some other secluded activity that didn't involve going out and pretending that she was having a good time. She had seen the picture of her he posted on Instagram but that wasn't enough. Not even close.
Sasha loved her friends and was eternally grateful for the other three of the Four Horsewomen but they weren't Seth. They couldn't pick her up and spin her around (well they could but there was nothing fun about suplexes and slams) like Seth did at one point in time. Only Seth could envelop her in his arms and rub her hair to make her feel so comfortable and relaxed even after the hardest matches.
She kept replaying his words in her head. It was no use in missing him. He had made it quite clear that they were nothing, that she was nothing. The Zahra thing still went over her head. Seth was the epitome of light and Zahra, well, it was a bit hard to tell if she had a soul.
Over the course of the last few weeks, she had been watching the social media debacle unfold which was Zahra vs the Universe. The girl was championing swastikas and actually expected people to let it go like World War II didn't happen. Zahra had also been terribly rude to fans and Sasha was disgusted. It was obvious that Sasha was an internet darling and could do no wrong in the eyes of the internet wrestling community but even if she wasn't, she could never be that disrespectful to the people that paid money to see her over such an insensitive topic. She thought about Seth again, which she did often, and still wondered how someone so sweet could be with someone so dark, so cold. While she was lost in thought, the news had broken that Zahra had been fired due to her comments. Sasha was absolutely floored even though she really shouldn't have been shocked at all. She longed for Seth more now than ever, to hug him and ask him if he was okay but then she recalled their last conversation and pushed all thoughts of him to the back of her mind.
She put a smile on her face and did a Facebook Q & A with her fans which she loved except for the part when they asked her who was her favorite Shield member. Sasha played it cool at first and harped on about how hot Roman Reigns was like every other warm-blooded heterosexual female but then she paused and relented, deciding to admit that her favorite was Seth.
The Q & A ended soon after but her Twitter followers began to put together conspiracy theories. "They did tweet each other a couple of times…" "Do you remember when Seth uploaded that picture of Sasha in his shirt?" "They would be so cute though, she's so much better than Zahra." Sasha giggled as she sat in the Divas locker room by herself. She hated to say it but her fans boosted her head so much at times to be ratchet and she loved it. Because she couldn't say what she wanted, she decided to tweet out how much she loved her #SashaKrew and decided to leave it at that before she said something to get her in trouble.
Meanwhile, Seth was at his wits end. He had eagerly tuned in to Sasha's Q & A and was surprised that she spoke of him so highly. The fallout on Twitter made him more curious than angry. People were literally rejoicing in the fact that Zahra got fired and fantasy booking a relationship between himself and Sasha. What did Sasha have that Zahra didn't? He stopped himself before he answered that question in his mind because the answer would not be complementary to his recently unemployed girlfriend.
He had already called Zahra when the news was first broken and planned to come down to Tampa this week to spend a day or two with her. It had him dumbfounded how unapologetic she still was. She would probably still have a job if she had shown even a little bit of remorse. Seth again ignored his instincts and got off the phone, assuming the sinking feeling in his chest was just nerves about his match later tonight. It was Hell In A Cell and marked a little over a full month since the last time he had spoken to Sasha.
Seth looked at the screens to see that the tag team match was still on and before he could stop himself, he felt his feet moving towards the Divas locker room. Damn logic to hell, he was desperate. He couldn't let another hour pass without her knowing how sorry he truly was. Seth had been stubborn and well, a jerk but it was time to get on his knees and grovel if necessary.
He planned out an apology as he walked down the hall but when he walked in, his mind was blank. Sasha was in the room by herself with headphones on, zoning out and twiddling her thumbs. Tonight, she would participate in the first women's Hell In A Cell match against Charlotte for the WWE Divas Championship and she was absolutely positively terrified. She was scheduled to lose but this was the biggest match of her career thus far and would be the deciding factor on whether this Divas Revolution had all been for naught. Her hair was pin-straight and parted down the middle and she had her hood on and head down as she bit her lip, forgetting that she was ruining her make up. Sasha jumped as she heard a loud noise which was Seth shutting the door behind him.
She looked up at him like a deer caught in headlights and slowly removed her headphones. Sasha stood up even though she felt quite dizzy at the moment. In her head, she had so many plans for what she'd say to him if they ever spoke again. So many questions rested on her tongue, namely to ask why he was there. Even so, her first words struck him in the chest like a fire-tipped sword. "You hurt me."
Seth was taken aback by her blunt words until he remembered that Sasha Banks was not one to pull punches. He kept stepping closer and closer until her back was against the wall and her palm laid square on his chest to maintain what was left of her personal space. Seth just wanted to feel close to her again. Heat radiated off of her body even though she was wearing her ring gear under that hoodie. That heat was missed because he had been feeling so cold without it. She knew what he was trying to do and it wasn't going to work or at least she hoped it wouldn't because she was really susceptible to anything Rollins related.
He grabbed her hand and held it gently, prompting the breath to hitch in her throat as Seth looked her straight in the eyes. "I did and I know I'm not worth it but at least let me try to be. I am so sorry that I said what I did. It's been one month, five days, and three hours since that day and I can't believe it's taken me this long to formally apologize. Banks, you couldn't be nothing to me even if you tried. I don't care if I have to hold Creative at gunpoint to get them to give you the title or rob a Starbucks, I'll do whatever it takes to get you to forgive me, babe, I really will," Seth said and rested his forehead on hers. He knew this was dangerous territory he was in but at this point, he could care less.
Sasha looked up at him and felt her resolve melting away. He had interlocked his fingers with the hand he had been holding and she was failing at being angry. Seth was doing the face again and it was well-known that she couldn't resist the face. She pondered his statement for a few moments before reaching a conclusion because she knew that waiting was driving him crazy.
"Well, I don't know about the gunpoint thing but the robbing Starbucks idea is quite intriguing," Sasha said and smiled to let him know that she was joking and he was forgiven. Seth wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up like he had done so many times before. Sasha yelped in surprise. She hadn't exactly forgotten the feeling but it was so much better than she had remembered.
"Sasha, your promo is in five and the match is right after", a production assistant with a very bored tone poked their head in the room to relay the information and left immediately afterwards, clearly not interested in what was taking place.
Her face went from playful to stony with hints of nervousness behind her eyes. She shook herself free of Seth's grasp and went to pick up her "Boss" necklace and rings. Wordlessly, Sasha shifted her hair to one shoulder and handed Seth the necklace. He walked behind her, her shoulder blades against his chest, and put it on her, wanting to take his time and savor the moment but he knew they were working against time constraints. Seth turned her around and her head was down so he lifted her chin until she met his gaze.
"I believe in you, baby," he spoke and she felt dizzy once again. Pushing his luck once more, he kissed her forehead which she didn't object to so he moved on to her right cheek. Again, no objection so he kissed the left cheek. Sasha had closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his lips against her skin until she remembered the time as well as the events of a month ago. She stepped away from Seth quickly and moved towards the door before looking at him one last time and he was absolutely beaming. Sasha took off her jacket to replace it with the flashy black one she wore to the ring and placed her white shutter shades on the top of her head. She headed off to find Naomi and Tamina to shoot their promo consisting of the rest of Team B.A.D seeing her off before her big match. It was now or never.
Sasha had cracked Charlotte open early on by slamming the cell door in her forehead, causing blood to gush out. Officials wanted them to stop but they refused. The blood was actually going to help make this a classic. One of Charlotte's clip in extensions fell out and like a true heel, she rubbed it in Charlotte's face, allowing blood to cover it before waving it in the air then dropping it and gloating to the crowd even though she was terrified on the inside because she knew that the spot she had planned with Charlotte for next would hurt like hell. She slowly turned around, bracing for it and Charlotte locked eyes with her before charging at her like a bull and spearing her through the middle of the ropes and through the cage door which was closed so the force and momentum of their bodies knocked it clean off the hinges. "Holy shit" and "This is awesome" chants rang out among the crowd. They got into the ring slowly and the match progressed for a few minutes before it was time for the grand finale. It was the home stretch. Sasha and Charlotte had already been wrestling a full 20 minutes and it was brutal to say the least. Sasha was climbing the inside of the cage in the corner slowly, preparing for the last big spot of the night.
She had just laid Charlotte across the top turnbuckle, climbing the cell to gain leverage and delivering an amplified version of her double knees in the corner move. After selling that move for a bit, Charlotte dragged herself to the corner, climbed to the top turnbuckle, and grabbed Sasha by the legs and hips. Charlotte set her up for a sit-down powerbomb from the top rope and sent her crashing down to the mat. Sasha's body laid nearly lifeless on the ground. Everyone was scared. It was well known that Sasha had almost gotten severely injured at NXT Takeover: Brooklyn after a reverse hurricanrana that barely ended up being higher reward than risk. Sasha always made it clear that she didn't care about putting her body on the line as long as it ended in a classic. The audience could only hope that her luck hadn't run out. Charlotte gathered her bearings slowly and stood up, ready to accept her victory because the referee was about to rule Sasha knocked out and unable to compete. Suddenly, she felt two knees in her back and a moment later she was on the ground locked into the Bank Statement.
Seth was in the back literally clawing at his hair. The locker rooms had completely emptied out as everyone gathered around the monitors to watch this hellacious and historical match. If he didn't know any better, he would think that they were trying to kill each other. He was so worried that something had gone wrong when Sasha had stopped moving but he knew better than anyone that she was strong.
Charlotte clawed her way out of the Bank Statement and laid out in the ring to catch her breath. Sasha hit the mat and yelled at the referee in frustration before climbing to the top rope preparing to hit a crossbody but was slow in making the leap due to fatigue. Charlotte took advantage, rushing and hitting the Natural Selection from the top rope and covering Sasha. 1. 2. 3. Hell was finally over. Charlotte rolled off of Sasha and they both laid out on the mat, absolutely exhausted. Charlotte got up first and helped Sasha up. They limped out of the cell together and Sasha lifted her hand in victory before pushing her lightly and smirking to even keep a little bit of kayfabe alive. She limped to the back as quickly as she could to give Charlotte a chance to celebrate with the crowd. Tonight was the night that Charlotte Flair proved that her last name was irrelevant. Tonight was the night that Sasha Banks established herself as one of the biggest stars in the company, male or female. As soon as she got behind the curtain, her knees finally gave out and instead of hitting the floor, she fell into a strong pair of arms. Seth had been waiting for her. Sasha faintly smiled and allowed Seth to lead her to the trainer's room. She laid down on a table and he stood next to her.
"You almost killed yourself out there, Banks," Seth scolded her and she rolled her eyes.
"You're just mad that you have to follow that in less than 5 minutes," Sasha smirked and Seth kissed her forehead.
"You're absolutely right," Seth responded. "You're one of the best this company has ever seen."
"Thanks," She blushed and rubbed her neck. She knew she looked a mess but from the way Seth was currently looking at her, she could've been Rihanna in the flesh. "Anyway, we have a few days off after Raw tomorrow so what about you come to Boston and we can throw peanuts at my neighbor's dog?" Sasha exclaimed. Her eyes were bright and hopeful even though her body was beat down.
"I would but I already have plans," Seth said, uncomfortably scratching his head. He could already tell that there was a 95% chance that he was going right back into the hole that he had just crawled out of.
"Already? But how…" Sasha's voice trailed off as everything came together in her head. "You're still with her, aren't you?"
Seth put his head down. "Yeah." He couldn't say anything else.
Sasha rolled off the table, ignoring all the pain in her bones. She'd take some Tylenol in her hotel room but right now, she had to get out of here. "No worries then, have a good trip and good luck with your match," she spoke with as friendly of a tone possible and limped out of the room, avoiding Seth's attempts to help.
He couldn't even go after her because it was time for his match and he could only hope that he hadn't lost her again.
So I changed the timeline of the firing and Facebook Q&A to fit this story so it's like two months later than it happened in real life but you all love how realistic this is so I've decided to keep it as realistic as possible. Anyway, I love my reviewers so this is a fairly long chapter because I had a lot to pack in here and I still have so many more ideas. Review & Favorite!
