Disclaimer Seth Rollins, and the various other superstars mentioned in this story are the property of the WWE and/or the actors / sports entertainers / superstars that portray them. This story is intended as tribute only and is not intended to infringe on any copyrights.

Original characters are the property of myself, and only children of my own imagination. Any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

The Girl Who Lives
Part Thirteen

The following four days were among the best days of Seth Rollin's life, and just as there were four days, he had four reasons for loving those days so much.

First, but least was the deliciously wicked feeling that he was doing something slightly wrong. He was supposed to be doing house shows, supposed to be pumping up Wrestlemania, but he wasn't. He was at home, with Kayla and Payton. He should be signing autographs and doing one interview after another, not just the one phone interview he did for one radio station. He wasn't, he was spending time with his girlfriend and his surrogate daughter.

Second was simple, but a little better than that wicked feeling and that was that he was sleeping at night! The first two nights he went to bed at the same time as Payton, all three of them did. And he slept ten hours both nights, waking up, stretching, then taking a long, luxurious shower, then going out and seeing what was going on. On the morning after the second night, he realized he had energy. Not nervous energy that so many wrestlers on the road lives on, but true energy. The energy that comes from getting the right type and amount of food, and enough sleep. He could understand why Dean sometimes talked about those few months off after Neil got hurt with such longing in his voice and it wasn't always about bonding with his kid. This is how normal people live, Seth thought. And they probably don't appreciate it at all! Along with the sleep came the luxurious feeling of fully relaxing. He didn't let up on training, well at least not much, he still went to the gym, went running every day, or worked with his and Kayla's own weights and equipment, but he didn't have to do media events, he didn't have to wait in waiting rooms for media events to happen, nor did he have to get into endless cars and on endless planes. While the rest of the locker room was working their buns off, Seth was on vacation, oops, excuse me, emergency leave, and while he felt bad for them, he couldn't help but feel wonderful for him.

The third was, well to be blunt, sex. Most of the time, the lack of sex didn't bother him as much as it bothered other wrestlers who refused to cheat on their partners. While Roman, Dean and Seth all made the jokes about blue balls, Roman sometimes seemed as if he wasn't quite joking around. Dean and Cinnamon, apparently had a pretty active phone sex life, which, while Dean never gave details, he was happy to brag about. Jessica, apparently, wasn't quite as enthusiastic about the "What are you wearing?" game, which probably explained a little more of Roman's frustration. And while Kayla and Seth did occasionally have a three-way with Verizon, they didn't make it a habit. Kayla, however, due to being a contract worker, did try to fly or drive out to meet him when she could, sometimes even for just a night. But having five nights where they could have steady sex, (well four nights to be honest, the first night he was just too tired to do anything but fall into bed and be asleep before Kayla finished brushing her teeth) was amazingly wonderful. Especially when he didn't have to worry about being dead on his feet the next day.

But the fourth was the best, and that was being able to spend time with Kayla and Payton, together. Yes, every day, faithfully, Payton visited her brother and her parents. The first two days at the hospital, but after that, at the apartment her parents lived in. Kayla would bring her in the morning while Seth trained. Payton would visit them for a couple hours. They would meet back at the house in the early afternoon and have the rest of the day together.

While Seth wasn't a witness to those visits between Payton and her family, Kayla was, and she told him about them when Payton wasn't around, usually at night, when Payton was sleeping. "She's handling Preston well," she would usually tell him. "Her parents? I think there's still a little resentment, mostly on her part. She treats them like relatives she doesn't know very well."

"Do you blame her?" Seth asked one time. They were laying in bed together, desire sedated for now, although part of Seth was thinking he wouldn't mind another round, if Kayla was up to it. "They abandoned her. She told me on the phone that they hated her and I don't think that was just the panic talking. I think she really believes that."

"I don't blame her at all," Kayla said, "but that doesn't mean I'm not saddened by it. When Preston dies, they'll want their daughter back."

"Will they?" Seth asked pointedly. "Or will they say they do, because that's what everyone will expect?"

"That's a good question," Kayla said slowly. "I wish I had a good answer."

Seth hadn't confronted Payton on the whole issue of her parents hating her, and he wasn't sure if he should or not. "Do you think we should get some help for Pay?" he asked, then added, "can we?"

"What type of help?" Kayla asked.

"Therapy or something?" Seth bit his lip and sighed. "Shouldn't she be seeing or talking to someone about this?"

"Probably," Kayla said thoughtfully. "But the problem is that she's not our daughter. She's not covered under our insurance, although that doesn't matter, much, we could afford to pay it ourselves, but I don't think any ethical therapist would treat her without her parent's permission, which reminds me..." her voice trailed off and she stared into space.

"Remind you of what?" he asked.

"Nothing," she smiled and shook her head. "Don't mind me, I'm just wool gathering." She moved closer, snuggling up to him. "Can you watch Pay for a bit tomorrow after we visit with Preston? I have some errands I need to run."

"Sure," Seth said, putting his arm around her and pulling her close, marveling at how well they fit together. "Is everything all right?"

"Everything is fine." She smiled and raised her head up, kissing him. "Everything is great. Just have some boring things I need to do, and I figured you'd probably rather spend time with Payton anyway."

She was right on that. While Seth had gotten her to confront how she felt about her dying brother, he still hadn't talked to her about the phone call when she said her parents hated her and that she was the one who was supposed to be sick. He wasn't sure that a conversation could help her with that, but he wanted her to know she could always come to him and talk about it.

The day after that conversation was the last day Seth would be home, Sunday. He would fly the next morning to be on Raw and Smackdown, then he'd be going to Wrestlemania on Wednesday. Kayla and Payton would fly out on Thursday and join him. As far as everyone knew, the Caldwells and Preston would be coming too, but that was up in the air for now. Seth wasn't sure if they were planning on coming out early, or if they would just try to make it for Wrestlemania itself, and perhaps the Raw and Smackdown afterwords.

While they were all eating lunch, Kayla mentioned again, that she had some errands to run. "I'll be leaving the two of you to entertain yourselves," she said, in mock sternness, "I trust you both to stay out of trouble."

"Us?" Seth said, giving her a wide eyed look. "Trouble?"

"Yes you," Kayla responded, wagging a finger at him. "However, I think I can trust Payton to keep you on the straight and narrow." She turned to look at Payton. "Can I?"

Payton giggled, loving it when Kayla and Seth joked around like this. "I'll do my best," she said, taking a drink of milk from her glass. "It won't be easy, though."

She fits in, Seth thought, looking a the young girl. In the few days she had been here, he couldn't help but be a bit smug at how much better she looked. Kayla fixed her hair every day, one day braided pigtails, the next a fancy ponytail, today it was in a french braid. Today, she was wearing one of her Kane T-shirts, and she wore jeans that weren't three inches too short. But the biggest thing was that she just seemed more relaxed and more there. You knew when she was around, she didn't hide in corners, she spoke up, she laughed, she participated in what was going on. And that anxious look she often wore had been rarely seen, at least by Seth. She's the kid Kayla and I should have. She's smart, she's quick, and she gets us.

When lunch was over, dishes were done, and Kayla was off on her errands, Seth looked at her. "So, partner in trouble, what do you want to do this afternoon?"

"I'm supposed to keep you out of trouble," she reminded him.

"Pft," He waved his hand dismissively. "Kayla's gone, you can stop the act."

"What act?" She was grinning, showing a lot of teeth.

"C'mon, you know you want to get into trouble," he said, "admit it."

"I don't know," she said, "I don't want to get Kayla mad." She was still grinning, almost giggling as she said this.

"We won't get into so much trouble that Kayla will find out, how about that?" he suggested.

She pretended to think about this for a bit, then nodded. "That works."

They decided to go trail biking at Credit Island park. Kayla and Seth had gone there a few times, they both owned good trail/mountain bikes. Of course, Payton didn't have a bike, but Seth knew the neighbors across the street had a few bicycles for kids of Payton's age, which they kept for when their grandchildren visited. Kayla and Seth were on good terms with the neighbors so in almost no time Seth borrowed a smaller bike. While it wasn't as good as the bikes he and Kayla had, he knew it would work just fine on the easier, paved trails of the park. He was also able to borrow a helmet in Payton's size.

Soon enough the were at the park. Seth unloaded the bikes from the bike rack. He made sure Payton had her helmet on correctly. He put his own helmet on and soon they were riding the trails.

It was a perfect day for biking, bright, sunny, with a temperature in the high '50s, not so cool that you felt you needed to bundle up, but cool enough so you wouldn't over heat. Seth wasn't sure how good a bike rider Payton was, but he soon realized that somewhere in her short life, probably before Preston's illness had drained the family finances, she had done some serious bike riding. She zoomed down the trails, her feet pushing on the peddles as if she were trying to win a race. Seth wondered at first if she was trying to prove something to him, but he soon realized she just loved the speed, loved the wind in her face, loved the feeling that the power in her own body could move her along. Seth knew exactly how she felt, he felt that way himself when he worked out, like he was a living, breathing machine, capable of almost anything and wanting to constantly prove to himself how much he could take. Again, he was amazed that he could sense things about her, as if he'd known her a lot longer than he had.

They were riding side for side for almost an hour when she stopped. Seth raced on ahead of her for a bit, then stopped and turned. Payton had leaned her bike up against a tree, and was pulling out her cell phone. He headed back to her, wondering if she had gotten a phone call, perhaps from her parents, but he saw she was taking pictures of a tiny group of purple crocus that had sprouted in a patch of dirt off the trail. "Hey, Pay," he called out.

She looked up, grinned, and pointed to the flowers. "Spring!"

He chuckled. "About time, right?"

She nodded. "I wanted to get a picture." She looked at him and her expression was serious. "That's okay, right?"

"Of course it is," he said, dismounting from his bike and leaning it against a tree near hers. "In fact, I was thinking maybe a hydration break would be a good idea, anyway." He had brought along a small back pack which he'd loaded with some first aid supplies and some small bottles of water. He removed it from his shoulders and reached inside, grabbing two of the water bottles. She took more pictures of the tiny flowers, then put the cell phone back in her pocket and took the bottle of water he offered.

They sat down on the grass at the side of the trail together, sipping their water. For a few minutes neither of them talked, just enjoyed the feeling of being together, outdoors, on a perfect spring day. "I like this," Payton finally said, leaning back on her elbows.

"Me too," Seth said. "I don't get many opportunities like this, especially just before Wrestlemania."

"We used to do stuff like this," Payton said slowly, pausing to take a sip of her water. "Before Pres got sick."

"Really?" He had finished his water, and he put the empty bottle back in his backpack. There were regularly spaced trash barrels, but he wanted to take them home, where he knew they'd make it into a proper recycling bin.

She nodded. "We all liked to go biking. But then when we had to move from the house, we sold the bikes at a garage sale."

He wanted to say something, something wise, something that would make everything okay, at least in her mind. He knew he could offer to buy her a bike, and he probably would buy her one she could use when she visited their place, but he had the feeling bikes weren't the real issue. "So, you guys were more of a normal family before Preston got ill?"

She turned her head to look at him, brows furrowed. "Yes, and no. Mom an' Dad were always nuts on Preston."

Now it was his turn to furrow his brows, even if part of him was 90% sure of what she was talking about. "What do you mean, Pay?"

She shrugged. "You'll think I'm whining."

"No, I won't," he promised. "You, Pay, are a lot of things, many of them wonderful, but you are not a whiner. So, tell me."

She scrunched up her face in an expression of discomfort and concentration. "Mom and Dad love Preston more than me," she finally said, as if she had tried to find another way of saying it, one that didn't sound as bad, but realized there was no other way than the truth. She didn't get teary eyed, she didn't sniffle or even look sad, she said it in a matter-of-fact tone of voice as if she had known it for so long that the sharp edges had been worn off of it, and while it still hurt, it didn't cut anymore, it bruised instead.

His first reaction, of course, was to lie to her and tell her that wasn't true, but he didn't. He hadn't lied to Payton yet and he wasn't going to start now. But, he wasn't quite ready to agree with her. "Why do you think that?" he asked.

She studied him quietly, searching his face to see if this would lead to a denial on his part, if he would change their relationship in an instant and lie to her. Because she knew too, that he knew the truth. "Preston is a boy," she said. "Dad an' Mom really, really, wanted to have a little boy." Her voice was a flat monotone as she spoke, as if she had thought this so often that it was actually boring to her now. "Because Dad had a twin brother who died named Preston." She frowned. "I would never name a child after a dead uncle."

"Why's that?"

She sighed. "It puts too much on them, and takes too much away from them, I think. I mean, every time Preston did anything, my dad would compare it to the other Preston. Pres learned to walk at nine months, wow, so did Uncle Preston. Pres's first word was Ma, Uncle Preston's first word was Da, Pres likes chicken, Uncle Preston liked beef. Pres refused to eat string beans, but Uncle Preston loved string beans. See what I mean?"

He did see, and he nodded. "Yeah, it's like nothing really belongs to you, in a sense. Sure, everyone learns to walk, learns to talk, likes certain foods, and that's part of what makes us individuals. In your brother's case, it's like he doesn't really own anything, because it's always compared to what his uncle did."

"Yeah," she stared at him, a slow smile. "I'm not smiling 'cause it happens," she explained, "I'm smiling 'cause you get it." They were sitting close together and she leaned over and put her head on his shoulder. "We think a lot alike."

"We do," he agreed, putting his arm around the girl. That was something else he had learned since he knew her. When he had suspected she was starved for attention, he hadn't been lying. It wasn't just hugs, Payton liked it when you patted her hair, held her hand, put your arm around her. The night before the three of them had watched The Lion King on Netflix (and he was thrilled she thought it was better than Frozen, any day) and she had sat between them, her head resting in Seth's lap, the rest of her on Kayla's lap, while Seth had one arm around Kayla, and stroked her hair with his free hand. Payton craved physical affection like a plant craved the sunshine. "Pay, do you remember the phone call?" he finally asked. "When you called me because your parents went to the hospital and forgot you?"

She didn't speak, but she nodded, her head moving on his shoulder.

"You said you thought your parents hated you," he reminded her, wincing a bit that he had to bring it up while things were so peaceful. "Was that just talk, or do you really feel that way?" She pulled away from him then, pulled her knees up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them, a sure sign she was withdrawing into herself, which he hated. "Pay," he finally said, letting her stay as she was, but putting a hand on her shoulder, to show that even if she did want to withdraw, he wouldn't let go. "You don't have to answer, if it hurts."

"No," she said, not looking at him, talking to that space between her legs and her torso, her forehead resting on her knees. "Sometimes I think they hate me, 'cause Preston is sick. Other time, I think they don't hate me, they just don't care very much."

"Why would they hate you because Pres is sick?" he asked, speaking very carefully, not trying to give away in his voice that he very well might know the reason why she felt that way.

"I did something when I was a baby," she said, still refusing to look at him, still keeping her forehead to her knees. "I pushed or pulled or did something that made my mom fall on the ice. Pres was still in her tummy then, and he almost didn't live."

So she knows, Seth thought, not at all surprised.

She looked up from her knees and looked him straight in the eyes. "It wasn't my fault though," she said, and her voice was surprisingly firm. "I was a baby, babies do things like grab things too tightly. Because they're babies, they don't know better."

"Did your parents tell you that?" he asked, hoping and praying they at least had given her that, at least told her that she wasn't to blame, that it was one of those things. But his hopes were dashed when he saw her shake her head.

"No," she said. "But I figured it out. When I was little, an' Pres was very little, he threw a toy at me." Her eyes stayed on his, studying them carefully as if she was trying to gauge how he felt. "It hit my mouth really hard. I lost a tooth, a baby tooth," she hastily explained. "And I cut my lip. Mom took me to the hospital and I had stitches put in. I was mad at Pres, but Mom told me that Pres was just a baby, it wasn't his fault, that babies sometimes did things that were bad, but they were accidents. Pres was older than I was when I grabbed her and made her fall. If Pres wasn't at fault for my mouth, which he wasn't, then I can't be at fault for Mom's falling, right?"

Is this what happens when you're raising yourself? He thought. Are you forced to develop a wisdom beyond your years? Does she really believe this? I hope so. "You're absolutely right," he said out loud. "You were just a baby. It's sad that it happened, but you didn't mean to do it. Babies are too young to understand things." He was nodding too, trying to show her how firmly he believed what she said. "If Preston wasn't to blame for knocking out your tooth and splitting your lip, then you can't be at fault for what happened when you were a baby too. That's very smart, Payton, and I'm glad you figured that out."

She shrugged. "I-I'm not bad," she finally said, still looking into his eyes, hardly blinking. "I'm not perfect, but I'm not bad. I might be wrong for praying Preston dies, but you were right, I only pray for that because he's hurting and I don't want to see him hurting anymore. My-my mom an' dad can pray for miracles, I can't anymore, I don't believe, an' even if I did believe like they do, I don't think asking makes any difference at all with God anymore. If he's going to do it, he'll do it, whether I ask or not."

"Do you still pray?" Seth asked. He hadn't seen her pray since before the conversation.

"Not as much," she admitted. "But sometimes. But, I don't figure it's anyone's business anymore. I use to pray out loud because Mom an' Dad got mad if I didn't pray for Preston to live, they wanted to hear me say it. That's wrong. If I'm going to pray it should be between me an' God, otherwise it's not real."

"What do you pray now?" he asked, "About Preston, I mean. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

She kept that gaze on him, strong and steady. "I tell God that if he's merciful and good, like I was taught, then he really needs to do something to end Pres's suffering," she said, with a slight air of defiance about her. "I don't say what he should do, but he needs to do something."

Seth wanted to laugh, but he restrained himself. He knew there were some who would say Payton was being blasphemous, but Seth didn't agree with that at all. If God was going to set himself up as the person with all the answers, he had to expect that some people would ask the questions. If God was the supreme being his fan club claimed him to be, capable of doing anything he darned well pleased, he should be able to understand that sometimes a wise-beyond-her-years, girl would start expecting him to get off the pot and pull the chain. Sure, certain religious types would say Payton was dooming herself to eternal damnation, but Seth had the feeling that God would be perfectly fine with Payton, that God, if he indeed existed, could actually appreciate her honesty. Blind faith and fear was all fine and good, but your most loyal followers would always be ones that were willing to question your motives, demand explanations, and when you answered them, still followed you. One Payton Caldwell = One million Pat Robertson's, he thought.

"Pay," he finally said, knowing there was one matter they had to discuss. "How do you feel about going back home?"

She looked alarmed, then swallowed. "Am I being a bother?" she whispered.

"No!" He almost shouted, wanting to smack himself on the forehead for being so insensitive. Of course that's the first thing she'd think! he scolded himself. "No, Pay, you are not a bother. Again, you're family now, and family is always welcome." He shifted closer to her and put his arm around her. She released the hold around her legs and allowed herself to be pulled into him, snuggling up to him, accepting the comfort. "Just the opposite, Pay, Kayla and I love having you and if we had our way, we'd keep you. But," he hesitated, not even wanting to say the words out loud, but knowing he had to. "Technically, you are not any relation to us. Your parents, well, they-"

"-I know," she interrupted. "They're my parents and if they showed up right now and told me to come home, I'd have go with them." She sighed and leaned closer into him. "Uncle Seth, can we not talk about that?" she asked. "I know I can't live with you an' Aunt Kayla forever, even though I want to. But for right now, can I pretend that I can and I will?"

He couldn't refuse her request, not when it was something he wanted to do too, to pretend that Payton could stay with them forever. He knew the day would come when that wouldn't be possible, but for right now, was there any real harm in playing make believe for awhile? "All right," he said, his arm still around her, feeling the warmth of her small child's body snuggled up to his, feeling nothing but love and protection for this girl who had come into his life. "Just know this, Pay, you always, always have a place with Kayla and I. You are always welcome wherever we are. And if things get bad? You can call me or Aunt Kayla, or text us, whatever. We'll do whatever is in our power to help you." And god forbid your parents abuse you or neglect you in any way anymore, because we will do whatever we can to fight for you. He didn't say that last part, but he hoped she understood.

"I know," she said simply. "Because we're family."

End of Part Thirteen.

Special Thanks To:

Zipper: Thank you for the Ipod! Oooh, lots of Zombie and Cooper on it, you're a doll! And thanks for the deconstructed sandwich too.

I'm glad you liked the story, even with the sniffly stuff. I just feel that Payton has a lot of feelins about her brother and no one is taking the time to ask her about them, no one until now. It also shows how good Seth is for her and with her.

I don't like conspiracy theories either to be honest. I believe the Egyptians built the pyramids, I believe we landed on the moon, but I do have trouble believing that no one in the WWE realized what was going on, that Roman was being thrown under a bus while Seth was being coddled to the top. Again, I don't have anything against Seth. He played right into his character. But I just want to see all three of the Shield boys make it and right now I feel like the only one the WWE cares about is Seth Rollins.

Guest: Again, is this fast enough? Are you the same person who asks me after every chapter to update soon? I don't mind, it's nice knowing I have an eager audience, I'm just curious.

Holly: Well, Kayla takes Payton for new shoes and a hair trim right after lunch, which was right after going to the hospital, so no, the Caldwells haven't called her. And, as we find out in this chapter, Payton is visiting her brother every single day, where I'm sure she sees her parents too. But, again, when it comes to Payton, her parents are apathetic. Seth and Kayla are the best thing that could happen to this girl right now, because they care about her. They feel bad about Preston, but they also understand Preston has his parents. They would rather focus their efforts on Payton.

Emilee: Okay, this is a toughie, because as a half way decent human being, I don't like making people cry. But as a writer, it means everything to me when I can write something that inspires such strong emotions. I think I was able to in that chapter, because it hit very close to home to me. And yes, Seth is Payton's father. Maybe not officially, but he's doing the job and at least to me, that's what makes a father. Not the blood, but the willingness to do the job. Seth is not only willing, he enjoys it and he's doing a good job of it.

I don't plan on abandoning this story, partially because I don't know how it's going to end myself. But yeah, while I am discouraged about Roman's fall from grace with the fans (and, seemingly with the WWE too) I still have every intention of finishing this.

Angela: Yeah, I know exactly what you're saying, Unless everyone at the WWE takes stupid pills, I don't see how anyone could think that they were building Roman. It just comes across like they were afraid they'd get backlash for Seth, so they threw Roman out as the scapegoat. "This is our boy! He has trouble on the mike, so we'll make sure to put him out there all alone! And let's write some cheesy lines for him too!" It just comes across like they tried to make the vocal fans hate him, so they could slide their boy Seth into the lead without anyone being the wiser. Same with Dean. I didn't know anyone who didn't want Dean to eventually win against Seth, but they refused. Then they tossed Dean to Bray. It's like the WWE only wants Seth to make it. Seth is the only one that matters.

The vocal fans that dislike Roman all think that the WWE tried to pull the wool over their eyes, but they were too smart to get caught. Well, I hate to be the one to break it to them, but the WWE has played them before and I think they played them now. Daniel Bryan is a great example. Daniel Bryan was never the poor victim that they believe he was. That whole, "The poor B+ victim" was carefully orchestrated, mostly by Daniel Bryan himself. Yet, these fans believe that it was all true! That the WWE hated Daniel Bryan and only they saved him. Oh bullshit, they're mixing up story with reality. So, is that what's going on here?

(Note, I don't think there's anything wrong with what Daniel Bryan and the WWE did. It was a thing of beauty and it was storytelling at its finest. But these people who think Kayfabe is dead? Are the same ones that bought into it. No, Kayfabe isn't dead at all, people allow themselves to be fooled.)

Even after the horrible reaction Roman got at the Royal Rumble (and I can't believe for a second they didn't know that Daniel being eliminated so fast wasn't going to piss off the fans) when they should have made the fans believe they were upset at Roman's reaction, they went out of their way to tell the WWE Universe every chance they got that they still believed in Roman Reigns! They weren't giving up on Roman Reigns! They even had Marc Henry endorse him after Roman smacked him around. They had to know that wouldn't placate the fans who hated Roman, it would just piss them off even more.

I can't believe for a moment that this was a shock for the WWE. I can't believe that this wasn't planned. Daniel Bryan wasn't that long ago, they know that the best way to get someone over is to pretend they don't like them. The best way to get the vocal fans to hate someone? Let everyone think they feel that person is "The man."

Maybe I'm crazy, but the whole thing to me adds up to, "Seth is our boy, but we can't let you know we think he's our boy, so we'll use Roman and Dean to shield Seth (pun intended) Mostly Roman though, he's a big boy, he can take it."

About the only thing that can save Roman now is to have him turn big time heel. If they don't do that, I'm convinced they're just trying to kill him off. Why, I don't know, but that's all I can figure. Even now, they're acting like they don't know what to do with him. That's such bullshit. No one can be so stupid as not to realize "Hey, if everyone wants to boo him, let's give them a reason!"

As I've said a million times, I am not at all upset that Seth won. They've been setting this up since he got the briefcase. But I am upset that it seems like to save Seth, they threw the other guys under the bus. There is room in the WWE for three young superstars, why is it only Seth who gets anything?

Sorry if I got a little ranty there... but yeah, it's nice finding someone else who sees it too. Maybe we're both a little crazy, but nothing can convince me that the WWE didn't know they were doing everything they could to make sure the fans hated Roman with a passion.

To all Guest Reviewers: Thank you so much for your comments. Seriously, I'm amazed at how many guests are taking the time to let me know they like the story. It's overwhelming but in a very good way.

Author's Notes: Yes, I am totally a broken record, but I don't care. You readers who are taking the time to let me know how much you like this story with your follows, favorites and (best of all) reviews? I love you guys. You keep me inspired no matter how discouraged I get. I don't know why this particular story appealed to so many more people than my other stories, but I think it's awesome that it did. Please don't stop. I don't know if I'm showing you enough gratitude when I respond in private, and if I haven't, shame on me. But it really means the world to me.

Until next time,

Peace Out

Willow