Unsurprisingly, every pledge followed the distant silhouette of Christian Cage, and several other BPO members, as he lead the way back to the BPO house. Dean couldn't keep the excited grin off his face. Mainly in part that he could get the full college experience like his loving lady friend wanted him to have so badly. He slid his phone from his pocket, intending to send his girlfriend a quick text.

This shit is awesome. I luv u.

After a few moments, Dean felt his phone buzz.

Have fun, I love you too

Dean smiled at his phone. While he reread the text, another text notification popped up. Dean opened it, but had to quickly hide it from any would be seers: The message consisted of a photo of Alexa under the covers on her bed, smiling sweetly at the camera; One side of the quilt was pulled down, however, exposing one of Alexa's bare breasts.

"What're you smilin' about?" Roman asked Dean, noticing the bashful grin on his face.

Dean locked his phone and slid it into his pocket and shook his head. "My girlfriend is fuckin' awesome,"

Seth rolled his eyes. "Hey, man, tonight isn't about our girlfriends, alright? Let's just focus on joining this frat, yeah?"

Dean decided to ignore Seth's comment. "What do you think they'll have us do? I honestly don't know what to expect."

Roman shrugged his shoulders. "Probably swear loyalty and drink a ton of booze. That's what dad did for his."

"How come dad never told me about that?"

Roman chuckled. "Probably because he didn't want you to get drunk and join a fraternity."

Dean smirked. "Must be making mom and dad so proud."

The group of pledges finally made it to the front yard of the BPO house. Christian Cage was standing on the front porch surrounded by other hooded BPO members. Christian stood there silently for a moment, letting everyone gather around the yard before he made his introduction.

"Good evening," He began. "Some of you are probably wondering what lies ahead of you here at BPO. Like I told you during the rush events: Anything you wish to achieve, we can help you do it. But I'm not gonna bore you with that rehearsed bullshit I'm required to recite every year for every newbie. This is my senior year. I intend to make it memorable as hell. It is also King John's senior year. He intends to bury his shlong in Nikki as many times as possible before he leaves," The group of pledges broke out in laughter. One of the hooded figures, presumably John, nodded his head in agreement. "Anyway," Christian continued with a charming smirk. "This is Beta Pi O-motherfucking-Mega, and you are now a part of the elite. An elite brotherhood. No matter where you go, what you do, or how high you get at a sorority party, I'm looking at you Bray," One of the hooded figures laughed. While he laughed, smoke escaped from beneath his hood. "You will always have your BPO brothers."

Dean took a look at the group of other pledges: They did seem like a group of trustworthy people. He was thankful that Curt Hawkins wasn't part of BPO in anyway, and that he hadn't seen any sign of Adam since the night he tried to get to Alexa. Maybe, if it was necessary, they would have his back if Adam ever did resurface.

"Gentleman, if you'll follow me," Christian disappeared into the BPO house followed by the other hooded figures.

Dean shot a glance at Roman and Seth. "This is so fuckin' awesome," Dean couldn't contain his excitement. He didn't care if he had to do some degrading shit like he saw in the movies. He was just jacked about the idea of drinking and partying on a daily basis, even being able to invite his Alexa to join him. He had her to thank for all of this anyway. Dean really couldn't think of how she could be any better at being a girlfriend. Hell, she knew that he was going to be up to no good tonight and still let him go, even insisting upon it. Dean somehow smiled brighter as he walked into the giant house known as BPO.

The house was completely dark with the exception of a few candles lit inside the main entrance way. Christian stood in the center of a half circle the other members had formed; He was holding a tray of shot glasses, each with a dark liquid. Seth stared suspiciously at the glasses: The liquid was too dark to be Jager but too light to be any kind of bourbon. It seemed like an odd combo of red and black.

"Gentlemen," Christian spoke. "Before we begin the initiation, you must taste the Bitter End," Christian held the tray towards Dean. "Invented by former BPO Oxford member, Pete Dunne, this beverage is the one true way to decide who is worthy to join us,"

Dean, not being one to deny a dare, took a glass and quickly drank it down.

Dean groaned in disgust. "This tastes like Tabasco and whiskey."

Christian nodded his head. "Good, because that's what it is."

Each initiate took their turns drinking the "Bitter End." Why it was called that was beyond anyone, but after having a taste it was clear why. Seth choked his down and nearly gagged. Roman drank his with no problem, while Zack almost spat his back out. Seth found himself amused by Zack's discomfort.

"Girls can't handle the Bitter End?" A hooded member asked; Judging by his voice, Dean figured it must've been Bobby Roode.

"Everyone have some?" Christian asked. Everyone nodded their heads. "Good. Alright, hoods off, lights up, let's get to drinking already."

As soon as Christian said that, the lights switched on and kegs of beer were being brought into the main hall. Completely dumbfounded, the pledges froze in place. Christian took a beer that John offered and took a swig. "Now, some of you need to realize we like to have fun here. That being said, pair off we're starting a beer pong tournament."

"Wait," Zack pipped up. "This is it?"

Christian gave Zack a curious look. "What do you mean?"

"The initiation is taking a shot of whiskey and Tabasco? No crazy or stupid stunts to embarrass us?"

Christian chuckled. "Is beer pong not good enough for you? If you want me to strip you down and make you run through the quad, I can."

Zack didn't hesitate to shake his head. "I'm good with beer pong, bro, just surprising."

"We aren't like other fraternities on campus; We like to keep it classy,"

"Where the fuck is the bong?" Someone yelled from the kitchen.

Christian shrugged. "Usually."

A few pledges stepped forward and joined in the beer drinking, Dean was unsurprisingly one of them. Seth and Zack remained in the doorway of the house. Seth shot Zack a sideways glance. Seth was going to be goddamned if he was going to look weak next to a loser like Zack. This jerk took his girl from him, and now he was questioning the process of joining BPO. What a jackass, Seth thought. Seth nodded his head firmly then joined his two best friends in the beginning of a night of drinking.

Zack chuckled, deciding to let the apparent lack of hazing go, and helped himself to some ice cold brewski.

-

Tonight was the night. It had to be. Becky paced in the living room of her dorm. Sasha would be back any minute from her late study session. Becky needed to take a shot at this relationship. Finn was right, life is short. There was no point in just being ok with the casual hook up from time to time. No, Becky needed to know whether or not Sasha was going to be hers. She heard the door to her dorm room creak open, and turned her head to see the slumped form of Sasha Banks enter the common room sullenly.

"Hey." Becky began, cautiously. She began to pick up the sound of Sasha sniffling, as though she'd been crying, and sure enough, Becky could make out tear tracks on her roommate's cheeks.

"Hi." Sasha responded, almost inaudibly.

Becky's heart immediately broke for her forlorn roommate. She'd been a jerk to Becky, sure, but Sasha was clearly dealing with things that Becky hadn't considered before directing all her anger at her. Becky began walking slowly toward Sasha, and felt her pulse quicken as she got closer to the object of her desires. She said nothing else, just threw her arms around Sasha, who returned her embrace hungrily.

"I am so, so sorry," Sasha managed to get out in between sobs.

Becky lifted a hand up to Sasha's hair. running her fingers gently through it. "Shhh, hush now, there's nothing to be sorry for." She broke her embrace with her obviously conflicted friend and led her over to their sofa, where she sat down next to her and allowed her to rest her head on Becky's shoulder. Becky felt Sasha's hand slide down her arm, taking her hand and sliding it into Becky's. Their fingers laced into each other, Becky rubbing Sasha's thumb with her own.

"What's goin' on, Sash?"

Sasha swallowed back another round of sobs. "I know I've been a real bitch. I'm sorry. It's just..." she trailed off.

"Just what, babe?" Becky continued, hoping her encouraging tone would coax more from her roommate.

"I grew up in a VERY strict Catholic home. My dad was...a disciplinarian. Not abusive, but...strict. If he knew..." she trailed off again, lips quivering..."if he knew that I'm..." she stopped again, struggling to get the words out.

Becky couldn't help but let the tears well up in her own eyes. Her parents had been so accepting of her disclosure. She couldn't imagine what would've happened if they hadn't. While she resented how Sasha had been so careless with her emotions, she knew deep down that Sasha's own emotions were being torn to shreds by the conflict within. She unclasped her hand from Sasha's and slid it around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

"Sash, I'm sorry too. I've expected too much from you. I know who I am. If you don't, I have no right to expect you to just be open with how you feel."

Sasha nodded, resting her forehead against Becky's shoulder. "I know. And I want to do this. I think. Can you give me some time? I promise not to parade any more random boys in here in front of you."

Becky nodded. "That'd be nice."

Sasha chuckled, then reached up and impulsively kissed Becky. It didn't last long, but it was electric, and conveyed the message Sasha wanted to send: she wanted to be with Becky, but she didn't know how to go about a life change of this magnitude. Becky, for her part, just held Sasha, rocking her softly while Sasha fought to hold back the tears they both knew would eventually come.

-

Seth Rollins was PISSED. Now 1:25 AM, he and Roman were quickly getting their asses handed to them by the beer pong juggernaut that was Dean Ambrose and Zack Ryder. Ambrose had chosen Ryder as his partner, to the shock of Rollins (and bemusement of Reigns), and had quickly helped Ryder polish what was already a decent beer pong skill set. Zack had a keen eye and sure hands, and Dean had shown him how lining up his elbow with the cup he was aiming for greatly improved his accuracy. The two had rapidly dispatched the team of Chad Gable and Baron Corbin, and even upset the BPO Member team of John Cena and Bray Wyatt. Cena and Wyatt were both accomplished, skilled players, but Dean Ambrose was on another level. Zack held up his end of the deal, but Dean could make impossible shots look routine, even making successive shots while looking Zack in the eye and talking about Bayley. And that was the conversation that had galled Rollins the most. To hear that tool Ryder talk about how great Bayley was and how lucky he was to be with her. Ugh. And now here they were, Ambrose shellacking his supposed "best friends" at beer pong in from of all of BPO with the guy who stole Bayley from him as his partner. "Fuck this guy," Seth steamed. And no sooner had he completed that thought than Ryder sunk another ping pong ball, forcing Seth to drink again as the gathering crowd cheered. Seth and Roman had sunk 5 cups, which was respectable against Dean, seeing as how you never got extra chances against him, but now Seth and Roman were down to just one cup. Seth hit 1/2, and Dean was coming up, so they knew their night was over. Sure enough, Dean sunk the last cup, although he threw his first ball directly at Chad Gable, catching him directly in the forehead, and waited until his second ball to doom Reigns and Rollins. As he high-fived Ryder, Rollins felt his temper boil to the top of his consciousness.

"Fuck you guys!" He yelled, storming out of the common area the games were taking place in. Roman rolled his eyes, while Ryder and Ambrose just looked at each other and laughed. Roman followed his angry friend out to the back porch.

"What the fuck, dude? You trying to embarrass us in front of these guys?"

Seth snickered. "Your pong skills are whats embarrassing."

Roman shook his head and rolled his eyes again. "Dude, it's just bonding shit. No one gives a fuck if we win or not."

"I care, Ro. That guy is in there with our best friend since middle school just ruling people at beer pong. And this is after he stole Bay-"

Rollins stopped mid-sentence, mildly embarrassed to have said more than he meant to to his friend.

"Stole Bayley from who? The guy who was already dating Dana?"

Seth tried to avoid the gaze of his giant friend. It helped when a giant cheer erupted from inside, presumably because Dean Ambrose had broken out his beer pong "Harlem Globetrotters" act.

"Look, I..." Seth struggled to find the right words, perhaps for the first time realizing how ridiculous it was that he was upset at Zack for liking a girl he himself could've easily had if he hadn't been so obsessed with sex, "I just think Bayley can do better."

Roman laughed again. "Like who, you? The guy who's sitting here jealous of the boyfriend of a girl he's not dating because he's dating someone else?"

Seth shook his head. "It's not like that, man."

Roman shrugged. "Then tell me what it is like."

Seth shook his head again. "I dunno. I just..."

Roman finished the thought for him. "You're just being a selfish prick. You didn't have fuck number one to give about Bayley until she wasn't just waiting around for you to be done with Dana, who, by the way, does NOT deserve to be treated like this."

Seth chortled. "Oh, fuck you, you're 'friends with benefits' with Charlotte for two goddamn weeks and now you're Doctor fucking Phil? Fuck that." Seth started to walk away from Roman, afraid to get more heated, but felt himself involuntarily move back towards Reigns as his shoulders were forced around by the hands of the big Samoan.

"Look, man. Bayley is happy. Don't you DARE fuck that up with your nonsense. You leave bodies in your wake constantly. Ask Eve Torres. Or Rosa."

Seth's eyes widened. "Fuck you, man. That was high school."

Roman chuckled again. "That was about 5 months ago."

Seth threw his hands in the air. "So now you're siding with Zack over me."

Roman shook his head. "I'm siding with Bayley. She doesn't need your bullshit."

Seth felt his anger grow even more. "Fuck you, man. Just because I'm dating Dana doesn't mean I can't holler at Bayley."

Roman rebutted. "That's exactly what it means, actually."

Seth shook his head. "I went after Dana because Bayley had no experience. Now that she does, I kinda want back in."

Roman stepped close to Seth. "I'm telling you I will stomp you into dirt to keep you and your nonsense far away from her. You've been my best friend since we're twelve, but Bayley is maybe the sweetest person I've ever met. And you? You can't help yourself when it comes to women."

Seth stepped right into Roman's path. "Fuck you." He shoved Roman, forcing Roman to take a step back.

Roman shoved Seth back, causing Seth to hit the floor. "If you think about it, it's really fuck you."

Seth sprung up from his feet, intending to get directly back in Roman's face, when their argument was broken up by the loud, angry voice of Kevin Owens.

"Pledges! Downstairs NOW!"

Roman and Seth looked at each other, then broke for the basement door at breakneck speed. They arrived downstairs to fall in line with the other freshmen who'd gathered. Seth looked around and noticed that Dean and Zack were in a position that made Seth think they'd been the first two down there.

"Pledges," Owens began, "I hope none of you were dumb enough to think that all you had to do to join a house as laden with tradition as Beta Pi Omega is drink a little of the devil's nectar!" He looked around. "Now, we will not haze you in the traditional sense. Too many of you play sports to have you here as often as we'd need you. Instead," he raised his hand and several hooded actives came forth, "we have a list of tasks for you to complete." He looked around the room again. "None of you will be initiated as actives until you all complete every task on this list. It would be in your best interest to complete them together." Seth looked down the row of pledges at Zack Ryder, sure he would NEVER work with him to complete anything.

"In addition," Kevin continued, "these are your pledge manuals." Seth felt a large hardback book being dropped into his hands. "If you are caught without them, you will wish you were never born. If you bring me the handbook of a fellow pledge that you are able to take, either through force or negligence, you get to watch your fellow pledge do pushups until they fucking die! If any of you bring me the manual of a pledge from another fraternity, you get to go with me to that house to return it and watch that pledge get their ass kicked. Any questions?"

Dean resisted with the very fibre of his being. He knew smarting off to this guy would only lead to more work for him, but he almost couldn't help himself. He held his tongue, hopeful that he could go back to Alexa's dorm room soon and pull her naked body close to him. He found himself missing her desperately, even in the midst of all the testosterone and chaos, and that was a feeling that scared him.