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This chapter is named after 'Talk' by Coldplay

Lydia Ambrose's Point Of View

The next day was dedicated purely to writing my article. It was the entire reason I was here after all and it was something I needed to get a start on. I'd made plenty observations last night at Raw and figured I had enough information to go off to begin my writing.

I had been asked by Roman and Dean to join them at the gym but I said no, and Renee had asked if I wanted to go out for lunch, but I'd politely declined.

Today was set aside for school work and that's exactly what I planned to do. So I holed myself up in my hotel room with my laptop, a 2 litre bottle of coke and an extra big bag of Doritos, ready to get typing.

Writing was what I loved to do the most. It was my first love, my passion, my favourite hobby and after what I'd witnessed on Raw last night I had more than enough to get my article started. From the shining lights and the enthusiastic fans to the Superstars, Divas, and electrifying wrestling, I noted it all down and formulated it into prose on my laptop screen.

The words flowed from me like water, my fingers typing constantly, the time passing quickly the more I wrote. I had a small lunch around noon before I continued on with my writing. My hotel room had a comfy little desk near the window so I had a lovely view of the bright sunny day outside as I wrote.

But to me, the writing brought a welcome distraction from what was about to go down this evening, and no matter how immersed I got in my work, my mind kept wandering back to how I was going to spend my night.

I pushed the glasses I wore when using my laptop up my nose as my eyes gazed out at the busy world beyond the window.

There was an anxiety in my heart over the fact I was meeting Seth tonight and a hell of a lot of fear. Even though it was a purely professional dinner we would be having, I couldn't help but worry about what it could lead to by meeting up with him… especially if my cousin were to find out.

Ever since he turned on The Shield, Dean and Seth have been sworn enemies. My cousin did not take betrayal lightly and he detested the man with such a strong passion that I figured he'd probably never speak to the guy again. Dean could barely stand to be in the same room as him and this was why I refused to tell him that Seth had been the one to help me get backstage after I lost my pass. Even though it was a kind and decent thing he did, Dean would not see it that way. He'd see it as Seth interfering, as Seth trying to get to him by speaking to me.

And part of me didn't know if that was the truth. I honestly didn't know why Seth had helped me, especially because of my association with Dean and Roman. There was no proof that he wasn't using those opportunities as a way to piss off Dean.

But there was also no proof that he was.

I had to give him the benefit of the doubt in this one instance and assume he was being genuine.

At least that's what I kept telling myself.

Yet that was only the small picture. That had only been one night. There was still months and years of betrayal, cruelness and disloyalty that could not be easily forgotten. I'd been on the phone with Dean the night the turn happened, I'd witnessed him retreat into himself, I'd seen first hand the damage that unfaithfulness caused. Seth had hurt my family and I'd always remember that.

This interview would get me answers. It would help me understand his motives more clearly. It would allow me to discover the reasons Seth Rollins had betrayed his brothers and turned on his friends. It would aid my project but it would also aid me. He had been so cold and frosty towards Dean and Roman afterwards, never giving them real answers apart from the fact he did it to buy in to The Authority and power.

Perhaps with an in-depth and intimate interview, I'd finally discover the truth.

And it was all this that did not allow me to tell Dean I was meeting him. He'd instantly hit the roof and refuse to let me go. Then he'd proceed to hunt Seth down and beat him to a bloody pulp for offering me his phone number and speaking to me in the first place.

I did not want my cousin to get into trouble.

My plan was lock myself in my hotel room and tell Dean I was having an early night and therefore did not want to be disturbed. He was at the Smackdown taping for half the night anyway so it would be the perfect time and the easiest way to get out undetected and without issue.

However Seth was not. He was not needed for the taping tonight and so was easily able to meet me for dinner.

Half way through the afternoon, I bid Dean and Roman and Renee goodbye as they left for the arena and continued to write until around 6ish. It was then that I shut down my laptop and decided to ready myself for the evening.

I knew this wasn't a formal meeting, but I'd seen the restaurant last night and I knew it was quite a fancy place. Jeans and a t-shirt weren't going to cut it. So I sifted through my suitcase until I found my trusty little black dress, the staple of every girl's warbrobe.

I loved the dress, it was one of my favourites. It was sleeveless and chic, going just to my knees, hugging my body in all the right places. Once I'd down my hair and put on a touch of makeup, I grabbed my notepad and I grabbed my bag and headed down to the lobby. Seth was meeting me at the restaurant so I was hurried out and walked down the road. The restaurant was 2 minutes away so I saw no need for a cab. Plus the night was warm so I was happy to walk.

I entered the restaurant, finding the place half full. It was a Tuesday night after all so it made sense. Plus it meant it wouldn't be too loud and we'd be able to chat in peace.

I had a few questions that I knew for certain I wanted to ask him. Half were genuine and aimed at his career, his position in the company and would actually be used in my article. But the others were personal, they were tough and they were aimed at figuring out the guy. I doubted he'd approve of or like the questions but I didn't care. I was asking them regardless.

He was an enigma, one that I wanted to figure out.

I was approached by a waiter as soon as I entered.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" he asked me.

"Yes," I replied. "I'm supposed to be meeting someone here. I think he has a table booked."

"Can I ask what the reservation is under?" he asked me.

I was about to speak when I suddenly realised I didn't have an answer to give him. I knew a table had been booked for us but I was unsure of the name it was under. Seth had messaged me last night to tell me he'd organised the whole meal but had annoyingly spared me that tiny little detail.

I bit my lip. "I'm not actually sure. It might be under Rollins or-"

"You made it."

I quickly looked over the shoulder of the waiter to see a very well dressed and nicely scrubbed up Seth Rollins walking over to us. I swallowed, needing to hide the blush that began to tinge my cheeks. He wore black pants and a black shirt rolled up at the sleeves. A button or two was left open on his shirt to give me a subtle view of his broad chest underneath. This guy was a total prick but I was still a hot blooded woman with the gift of sight.

He looked hot.

"Yes," I smiled, quickly regaining my composure. The waiter let us be as Seth guided me over to our table. It was in the far side of the restaurant, somewhere quiet where I knew we wouldn't be disturbed or distracted. Seth was probably used to organising tables this way due to the fans he constantly got harassed by in public, so I wasn't surprised we were sitting somewhere so secluded. He walked around me and pulled out my chair for me. I raised my eyebrow as I watched his gentlemanly behaviour but I sat down all the same and he tucked the chair in before taking his own seat.

I looked at the setting of the table, seeing an ice bucket containing a chilled bottle of white wine already sat there. Seth took it out and opened the bottle.

"Wine?" he asked me.

"Please," he said, handing him my empty glass. I wasn't usually much of a drinker, but hey, Seth was paying for this shit. I was happy to take what I could get. He poured me some of the cold liquid and returned my glass. I raised it up to my lips, taking a sip and letting it roll down my throat. It was delicious.

Seth took a sip of his own. "This is good stuff," he quietly commented.

"Thank you for meeting with me by the way, Mr Rollins," I said, pulling my notepad from my bag along with a pen. "I know you're a busy man so I appreciate you taking the time out to chat."

"Of course," he smiled. "Anytime. And call me Seth. There's no need for formalities."

I laughed lightly. "Alright then… Seth."

He watched as I flicked through my notepad until I reached a blank page. "Someone is eager to start. Don't you want to order some food first?"

"I have a lot of questions to get through," I told him as I took the lid off my pen, poised to write. "So I wanted to get started as soon as I can."

He nodded in understanding. "Then ask away."

"What first got you into wrestling?" I asked him.

He chuckled lightly. "You're really starting at the beginning, huh?"

"Well there's a lot of ground I want to cover," I told him.

"My brother and I used to watch wrestling all the time as kids," he began, picking up a menu to gaze over as he spoke. "Every Monday night we'd sit down in front of the TV with my dad and watch the show before bed. We loved it. The action, the rivalries, the athleticism. It was fantastic. So once I was old enough I used the money I earned on my paper route and began going to a wrestling school twice a week after school. It started from there."

I made a note of everything he said on the notepad whilst also perusing the menu of food. The waiter eventually came over and we ordered. He dashed away and I continued with my questions.

"So who was your favourite wrestler growing up, Seth?" I asked next.

"My brother was a Hulk Hogan fan but for me in was always Brett Hart. He was my hero." He gave me a warm smile. "We'd always play fight and I'd end up putting him in a Sharp Shooter to win."

"You seem rather close with your brother," I suggested.

"Of course," he said. "The guy was my best friend growing up and we're still close now."

Shame you couldn't be like that with your Shield brothers…

"That's good," I replied, my pen still writing. "It's always good to be close to family. I'm very big on family. They're the most important thing in the world."

My phrasing was on purpose but he seemingly didn't understand my hint. He simply sipped on his wine and continued on talking.

Our food finally arrived and my questions continued on as we ate. I asked him everything, from his time in wrestling school, to getting signed with FCW, to being the first ever NXT Champion. I purposely avoided any subjects involving The Shield as I knew that topic would arise later on. So I jumped two years and progressed to ask him about The Money In The Bank briefcase.

"So tell me about the briefcase," I said. "How does it feel to be the holder?"

"It was the biggest point in my career," he said as he finished up his food, placing his knife and fork down on his empty plate and wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "Not many men have earned that briefcase, but to know I'm in the same club as the likes of John Cena, CM Punk and Edge is something special to me. Only a few select men have won and I'm one of them."

I nodded, writing it all down. "It's a strong symbol of power, I guess," I said. "It's a constant threat to the champion."

I knew Roman was the current champ so I looked up at him, curious as to how he'd respond.

"Of course it is," he said. "Any day, any time, any place, I can take that belt from him. Reigns needs to have eyes in the back of his head."

"Many people weren't happy with the way you earned the briefcase," I suggested. "Not everyone in that match had help but Kane definitely seemed to be your wingman."

Seth shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I did what I needed to do in order to achieve what I wanted. And if that meant using Kane to help me get to the top of that ladder, then so be it."

"But you weren't the first to climb that ladder during that match, were you?" I asked. "And if Kane hadn't have interfered, we'd have a much different briefcase holder today."

Seth frowned and gritted his teeth, knowing exactly who I was referring to. "But we don't, do we? The briefcase is mine and that's that. Next question."

I raised an eyebrow but didn't push it any further, writing down everything I needed.

"So what does the future hold for Seth Rollins?" I asked him.

He rested back in his chair, relaxing a little now I'd decided to change the subject.

"The only way is up," he said. "I have my briefcase, I have my title shot and I plan to take that belt and be the best champion this company has ever seen. Long title reigns, multiple title reigns, record breaking title reigns. I want it all."

I looked up at him. "You've put a lot of expectation on yourself," I suggested.

"It's not expectation when I know I'm highly capable," he said. "This is what I was born to do. I was born to be wrestle, I was born to be champion and now I have nothing holding me back to do that."

His wording suddenly piqued my interest and I stared at him closely. It was a phrase that could have easily gone over my head, but I knew exactly what, or more accurately who he was referring to when he said he had nothing holding him back. So I decided to delve in deeper.

"You've always seemed a strong and powerful individual from the very beginning of your time in WWE. What stopped you going for the title before this?"

His eyes met mine and he could tell exactly what I was getting at. "You know why."

"I'm not sure I do. And I want my article to be accurate, honest and truthful," I challenged. "So I'll ask again; what stopped you going for the title before this?"

I could see his jaw tense and his nostrils flare. He was clearly uncomfortable, but I wasn't about to back down over this. I wanted answers, not only for my work but for my cousin and my friend.

"I'd prefer not to answer that question," he said, looking away awkwardly.

"You offered to do this interview," I said, and I could feel anger slowly building. "So you have to expect in depth questions, Mr Rollins." Formalities had quickly resumed, the first name basis we'd previously been on long gone.

"You know the reason I never pushed myself forward was because of The Shield," he explained. "You're his cousin, Lydia, you know exactly what happened that evening on Raw."

"But why did it happen?" I asked. "What made you turn on two loyal and close friends?"

"It wasn't because of them… I… It was complicated… You wouldn't understand…" He began to stutter, his face turning red.

I was getting to him, it was very easy to tell. I wasn't sure if it was anger or the liquid confidence that came from drinking the bottle of wine in front of us, but I wasn't about to let up.

"What made you leave then?" I asked bluntly. "Was it selfishness, pure disregard for the people you once called brothers, or that you're just a selfish dick?"

He looked up at me in shock, unable to believe I'd just called him out like that.

"Excuse me?"

"Because that's the way it is, Mr Rollins," I said flatly. "And that's how everyone see's it. You're a coward, a sell out and a traitor. It's as simple as that."

My mind kept reeling over the memory again and again of the phone call Dean had given my mum and I the night Seth turned. I wondered if I was being too harsh with Seth, but I remembered the sound of Dean's heartbroken voice, I remembered the hurt flowing in his words and I could never forgive that. Those memories gave me strength and allowed my interrogation to continue.

He gripped his glass of wine tightly in his hand before banging it back on the table, the loud sound making me jump.

"You want honesty?" he growled. "Then fine. I can give you honesty. I never went for the title before because I was held back. I was unable to unlock my full potential because I was dragged down by two pathetic team mates who would not allow me to do what I wanted to do. They were weak, puny and I didn't want to be associated with them anymore. I never did. And now I'm rid of them, I can be Seth Rollins, the undisputed future."

I could feel my anger growing at his words, but I tried my hardest to remain calm.

"So the two years you spent with them meant nothing?" I asked.

"Of course it meant something," he said. "It allowed me to grow. It allowed me to figure out not only my enemies but my friends. It allowed me to educate myself on the ways of WWE before I could finally drop them and be the winner I know I am! Their weakness made me look strong. You want the truth? The truth is I used them. They were little pawns in my much bigger game. They meant nothing to me, they were simply a means of rising to the top, two little leeches I could drop when I now longer needed them. And now I'm at the top, I don't plan to leave."

I shook my head, looking at him in disgust. This man was unreal, I couldn't believe the words that had just left his mouth. Was he honestly that cruel? That vile? That heartless?

"I guess Dean was right," I said. "You're a traitor, a sell out, and a filthy piece of scum."

He glared at me before quickly standing up from his seat.

"I don't need to deal with this bullshit," he seethed. "You got your fucking answers. This interview is over."

He reached into his pocket and threw some money for dinner down onto the table before he turned on his heel and marched angrily out of the restaurant, leaving me by myself with a notepad full of rather interesting answers.

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