Chapter 7

The bus was filled with such a horrid silence it made your skin crawl. You couldn't stay in one place because of the fire pumping through your veins. But everywhere you turned you were faced with either Roman or Seth. Even when you occasionally bumped into Dean he would turn away from you, clearly not wanting to be apart of this three way feud. Your mind couldn't even concentrate on anything else. There was no way to relax or ease the tension. The bus only had a few pieces of equipment, all catered to the men who could lift way more then you could.

"Fucking hell." you spat, pressing your forehead to the cool wood of the bunk beds.

"It's not going to help if you keep thinking about it..."Seth said quietly from the top bunk.

"Yeah, well I'm still fucking pissed at you two. Don't even try to butter me up."

"It's not buttering you up. You want to be treated like a person well I'm talking to you like one. What we did, there's no excuse. It's complicated between me and Ro and we were dumb enough to drag you into it all and I'm sorry for that. But our feelings aren't going to change. We all like each other. Period."

Deep down you knew Seth spoke the truth. No matter which way you sliced it Seth spoke to your heart and Roman to your body. There wasn't anyway to choose between them.

The brunette looked down at you and lowered his voice. "This may sound completely selfish, and not something you even want to hear right now but I've been thinking about it for a bit now. What if...the three of us just stayed together, like a trio instead of a couple."

"Are you fucking stupid?!" you practically screamed. "What kind of shit is that?"

"It isn't shit. People do it all the time. It just doesn't always work out because of jealously and dishonesty but I don't think we would have that. I was mad at Roman for going ahead and not discussing it with me first. I'm not jealous of what you guys did"

"Seth, i just...can't picture myself doing that right now. I think I need to focus on training and debuting and pitching my ideas to Vince. All of this is just getting to be too much for me. I'll work with you guys, professionally but that's it." You said finally. It wasn't easy to say those words out loud but you needed him to hear it, needed to hear yourself say it.

"You're really giving up on us? Both of us? Goddammit..."

"I'm sorry but it needs to be like this...for now, ok?"

The "for now" seemed to calm him down a little which lessened the hurt in your heart. You slipped down into the bottom bunk, not wanting to look at Seth's big brown puppy dog eyes any longer.

"Psst..."

You looked up at Dean, who decided to finally acknowledge you.

"What Dean?"

"These assholes are driving you crazy huh? When they get too much I go out and party. Want to come with me next time?"

You thought for a moment. Partying wasn't really your thing as of late but if it would mean a break from the two men hovering in your life then you would take that chance. "Hell. Yes."

"Alright! Today's a training day, then there's Raw, and Main Event on Tuesday so then probably Wednesday. And if we can't find anything good around town we'll make our own party, yeah?"he said.

You smiled and thanked Dean for trying to make you feel better. Once the bus arrived at the gym you'd have to train with the two idiots but at least you'd have a chance to beat them up in the ring. Until then you saved your hatred until the bus was ready to pull into the driveway.

"Harder!...C'mon, harder!" Roman commanded as you slammed your fists into the punching bag. You were giving it all you had but apparently it wasn't good enough for him. Everytime you punched you sent the big bag into his chest. Your arms ached and you could hardly breathe.

"Kick it!"

You slammed you shin into the side of the bag several times, feeling the shocks run up your leg. But you had to keep going and fight through the pain. "Is that really all you've got?!"

You glared at him and slammed your leg into the bag again, momentarily knocking it from his hands. You shoved Roman back and spit out your mouth guard. "Get in the ring now. We're going to fight."

"Not happening. You said you wanted to keep this professional and now you're letting your anger at me get the best of you." he said. "Get on the treadmill and do cardio."

"I don't want to do cardio. I want to practice matches. I'm ready for it."

"Do you not listen at all? Like ever? You. Are. Not. Ready." he pressed his chest to yours and looked down at you menacingly. You matched his glare until Seth came over and separated you two.

"Can't I let you two train for a minute without wanting to rip each other apart? Let her take a break so I can practice promos with her. You go work out your giant arms or something."

"Fine."He pulled his headphones around his head and went over to the weight rack.

Seth put his arm around you and lead you to the resting area. You took a giant gulp from your water bottle and sat down.

"Calm down for a minute. I'm mad at him too but I'm not going to attack him every time he pops up. You've got to put it behind you for now and focus on training. We'll all talk through this later." Seth said, placing his hand over yours.

"I know why I'm mad I just...it's all I can think about and I don't know why! It just pisses me off even more!" you cried.

"It's because you care so much. Trust me, I know what you're feeling. My heart is torn, I don't know where to go, I don't even know if I should continue but I want to. But right now, I have to train you in promos since Roman isn't the brightest crayon in the box."

A chuckled escaped you. "That's for damn sure. So what do we do for promos?"

"Well you need to write out your angle. Practice a few taunts and things. Then once they approve of your angle and character you'll get a storyline for your debut. Obviously they want you to follow it but we don't always obey the rules and steer from the script a bit. I have a feeling your going to have a hard time pitching your idea..."

"Me too...no Diva really has any significant goals here, especially not to compete in the men's division. I thought maybe I could be in the Battle Royal for Money in the Bank and once Roman gets the title I challenge him for it. I could go after anyone who has a title before then."

Seth held up his hand to stop you. "Slow your roll there girl. You want to try and compete in a Battle Royal surrounded by like 30 other guys and then go onto a Ladder Match for the briefcase. Are you crazy?"

"No, Seth I'm not. I can do this. I want to do this. And ok, maybe accomplishing this before Money in the Bank next year is a little much but I want to at least revamp the Diva's belt and make it the Women's Championship again." you stated.

"Ok, that we can work with. Let's start small and go from there. It's much better this way. You're going to be a jobber for a couple of months anyway." he replied, writing your ideas down on paper.

A heavy sigh escaped from you. Being a jobber was the worst but everyone did it, or could be reduced to it after a stale run. It was the last thing you wanted...pretending to lose to women who didn't even do that well in the ring. You looked over at Roman who was lifting in front of a mirror. He was a bigger battle and you werent even in the ring yet.