Zack sighs, his head resting in his hand as he scrolls through Twitter one more time. For now, he's alone, waiting for Dolph to finish with his post-match check by the trainer before they can leave. He's just about to reply to a tweet when he hears a familiar sound in catering: the clanking of more metal trays full of food being put out. Deciding to go get a glimpse of what will be available, he leaves his phone on the table and heads inside. Not finding anything too appetizing there, he's about to return to his phone when a tech motions to him. "What's up, bro?" he asks, joining the man on the other side of the room.

"Just letting you know the Authority sanctioned a match with you against Rusev later on," the guy says, an almost sympathetic look on his face as he claps Zack on the arm and wanders off to do his job elsewhere.

"Great," Zack sighs, rethinking the decision not to eat something really fast right now.

Unbeknowest to him, Seth Rollins, Jamie Noble and Joey Mercury are standing out in the hallway, chortling over Zack's abandoned phone. "Look at this crap," Seth crows, holding up the phone and showing off pictures of Zack's Halloween costume and various other random things. "What a goofball." Seth smirks down at the phone before something dawns on him and he finds the twitter app on it. "Time to have some fun, boys," he says with a smirk. Deciding he probably doesn't have enough time to really be evil, he skips changing Zack's password or email or anything else that would really cause problems for the man, instead simply clicking the button to make a new tweet. He ponders for a few moments before beginning to type, tongue poking out from between his teeth as Joey smirks and Jamie struggles to see the screen.

Finishing hurriedly, Seth puts the phone down and claps J&J Security on the arms before pushing them ahead of him. "Let's get outta here, boys."

Zack, trying to think of something, anything to do against Rusev, doesn't notice anything off as he picks his phone up and pockets it to go get changed into his gear. He's just laced his boots when Ziggler joins him, settling in next to him. "Everything alright?" he wonders, starting to tape his wrists up.

"Yeah, trainer cleared me." Dolph waits a minute before clearing his throat and holding out his phone, waiting until Zack stares at it in confusion. "What's this, kid?"

"Uh..." Zack frowns, not remembering making the tweet that clearly has his screen name, his icon, everything on it. "Is that a spoof account?" He checks on his own phone and frowns when he sees the tweet on his account, from his timeline. "What the...? Are you serious, bro? I didn't ask Cena to put me on his Survivor Series team!" Although there's still respect and some vestiges of friendship there, Zack knows better than to try to work with Cena now, choosing instead to keep his head down and try to fight his way back up on his own.

Dolph seems to relax, a vague smile crossing his face. "I didn't think that sounded like you." Casting a critical eye over Zack's gear, he ventures a guess. "Thrown into an unexpected match, kid?"

"Yeah. Rusev," Zack sighs, running his fingers through his hair once more before standing up. "How do I look?"

Dolph joins him and rests his hands on his shoulders, kneading them as he looks Zack up and down. "Siiiick," he says with a lecherous grin. Leaning in for a quick kiss, he adjusts Zack's armpads before allowing him to go, turning back to watch the match on the monitor in the locker room.

It's an average kind of match, unfortunately, for Zack when it comes to Rusev. He gets some offense in but Rusev always regains the upperhand and eventually stomps Zack in the spine before locking in the Accolade, which Zack quickly taps to. Dolph sighs and scoops up Zack's things, stuffing them in the nearest bag before shouldering it and going to meet him in the trainer's office. The trainer is overly fussy when Dolph arrives, wrapping a bag of ice around Zack's shoulder and leaving another on his thigh, but Zack seems unconcerned, greeting him with a kiss and smiling faintly when Dolph lays his bag down. "How's your arm?"

"Not great, trainer wants me to have some tests done in the morning." There's something lurking in Zack's voice but he doesn't go into details and Dolph decides to let it go for now. "We can leave soon though. He's just going to give me some stronger pain killers."

Dolph really isn't liking the sound of this but Zack looks defeated, and tired, and a bunch of other things, so he chooses to let him get a good night's sleep before forcing him to tell all. He helps Zack to undo the ice sling, putting it aside before grabbing Zack's street clothes and helping him into them. He has very little arm strength on the left and Dolph panics internally at the fact, but again bites his tongue, helping Zack regain his balance when he stumbles. "C'mon, kid. I'm tired too." His hand is warm on Zack's arm, helping to hold the ice in place as they walk out to the car.

"I gotta delete that tweet to Cena," Zack sighs. "I guess it's my fault for leaving it behind when I went into catering earlier... Who knows who did it..."

"Don't worry about it," Dolph says, eyes skittering over to rest on Seth, Jamie and Joey clumped together laughing at something on Seth's phone. As he walks past he catches a glimpse of the picture Zack had posted before Dolph had insisted on helping him get dressed- when he was looking so miserable, with the ice wrapped around his shoulder down his chest. His eyes narrow and he nods, suspecting he has the answers to Zack's question. "I'll take care of it all."

Once they arrive at the hotel room, the pain killers act fast and Zack is almost asleep before Dolph even gets his shoes off, pushing him back onto the bed and standing over him for a few, tense moments, watching him slowly drift to sleep. Leaning in, he kisses Zack on the forehead and breathes out, "I'll be back in a little bit, kid. Don't worry." Concussions may have done... interesting things to Dolph's memory, and sometimes his impulse control, but he's still crafty. Still cunning. Still a competitor in a sport requiring him to be quick on his feet.

The Authority is never hard to find. Not only do they travel in the most obnoxious easy to spot vehicles, but they only go to the richest, most uppity places in town too. Still, Dolph is surprised by how little he has to drive around before he finds their limo. Yeah, he thinks, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. Inside celebrating how they've gotten rid of Orton. He parks, takes the keys out of the ignition and lurks around outside, pretending to check his phone whenever someone comes in or out. He's not dressed properly for this place, but his black, ratty jeans and dark hoodie seems to blend in well enough in the shadows that no one disturbs him.

Finally Seth stumbles out, seeming more than a little drunk off of his own celebration, and Dolph watches through narrowed eyes as Jamie and Joey follow, not drunk, but there for protection, of course. Couldn't let anything happen to the golden boy. Slinking forward, Dolph catches J&J both by surprise, superkicking first Jamie, then Joey from behind. Seth remains oblivious, humming off-tune to himself as he wanders around, enjoying the cool evening breeze. That is, until Dolph grabs his arm and spins him around, smirking as Seth immediately moves onto offense, trying to swing and missing beautifully. Dolph laughs in his face before ducking another wildly thrown punch, snagging him by the head and hitting a ZigZag, leaving Seth groaning and spitting in the dirt.

Getting to his feet, he dusts himself off and leans over the drunk, hurting man. "If you ever touch Zack's phone again, I'm gonna do something that makes tonight seem like child's play. Karma's a bitch, architect." Kicking some dirt at Seth, he stretches out the kinks in his back that doing a move like that in a place like this had brought him before making his way back to the car, now eager to return to the hotel before anyone else from The Authority finds Seth and goes after him. Not that Seth will be sober enough to really remember, and J&J are worthless, so he's not concerned there either.

To his relief, Zack is still fast asleep when Dolph returns so he quietly kicks his shoes off, unzips his hoodie and kicks his dirt stained jeans off, kneeling by the bed to watch Zack sleep. His face is smooth, relaxed, and Dolph smiles, brushing a finger over his brow. He's still not sure what's going on, if Zack's injured how bad it is, but he's surprised by how little it bothers him, the certainty of at least one part of the situation held deep down to his core. "No matter what, I'll be right here by your side, kid," he murmurs. "I promise."