All WWE employees knew that if there was any kind of serious emergency in the city where they happened to be, they were required to return to their hotel immediately so that they could be confirmed as safe and placed under the protection of the company's security staff if necessary. When Chris Jericho and Kevin Owens walked into the hotel's lobby, only two people remained unaccounted for.

Everyone in the lobby was in shock, by now having seen footage of the 747 flying into the Houses of Parliament on TV, followed by Big Ben collapsing shortly afterwards due to the plane's wing impacting it and essentially chopping it down like an enormous tree. People had automatically gathered around in groups of friends, talking in hushed tones, all saying similar things. Wasn't it awful? Were there going to be more attacks? How many people had been killed? How had the world ended up going this crazy?

"It's still not making a call," Maggie said despairingly. No one was able to get their cell phones to work, presumably because the system had been overloaded by frightened people trying to call either loved ones or the emergency services. Maggie had been enjoying her morning at the Tate Modern when security staff had suddenly started evacuating everyone, saying that there was no reason to panic, but there had been a terrorist attack on London. What a contradiction that was, she had thought, before it had occurred to her to ask where exactly the attack had happened. When someone had told her more details, her blood had run cold. More than an hour had passed since then, the passage of time only making her feel worse minute by minute. Getting in contact with either Ronda or Seth had proved to be impossible, and she didn't even have Adam's number saved in her phone, for some stupid reason. "They said they were going to the Houses of Parliament. Oh God, please tell me they're not dead."

Roman Reigns was sitting beside her, in a corner of the lobby. Although he too was anxious for news on the safety of his two friends, he had to try to reassure Maggie, who looked like she was on the verge of having a breakdown. He had only just managed to get her to stop crying. "You said Ronda's phone rang the first time you tried it, before it all shut down," he reminded her gently. "If her phone was on, surely that means she's okay."

"That was an hour ago! If they're okay, where the hell are they? Why haven't they came back here? They know that's what they're supposed to do."

"Maybe they're stuck in traffic or something," Roman suggested. "Not many of us had gone out of the hotel before the attack happened, but those who did? They didn't exactly make it back here quickly. Look, Jericho and Owens only just walked in now."

"How can you be so calm about this?" Maggie almost shrieked at him. "All three of them could be dead. Don't you get that?"

"Three of them?" Roman asked, genuinely confused for a second. Then he realised what she must have been talking about. "Oh, the camera guy was with them."

Maggie was glad that Thea walked back over to them right then; it stopped her from screaming at Roman. Although he hadn't done a particularly good job, she knew that he had been trying to help.

"Hunter's going to address everyone now," Thea croaked out, really struggling with the sore throat that had came along with her nasty cold.

"Alright, listen up everyone," Hunter said loudly, quickly silencing all of his employees who were gathered around. It was at times like this when the responsibility of being Chairman of WWE really weighed on him. It was just human nature for those in the lobby to look to him for answers. He was their superior and that meant that he had answers to things that they did not, or so they thought. The reality was a lot different, of course. Hunter knew no more about what had happened or why than anyone else in the room, and even more worryingly, he didn't know anything about the whereabouts of Seth Rollins or Ronda Rousey either. When everyone was back at the hotel and accounted for (he had to think of it as when, not if), things would start to become a little easier. Right now he had to speak to his people and tell them that they must wait in the hotel until further notice, and he had to tell those who didn't know yet that the head count was still two short of what it should have been. The possibility that Seth and Ronda might have been killed in the attack was a real one, given that Maggie had told him that they had planned to visit the Houses of Parliament, but for now Hunter didn't want to dwell on that possibility. An hour was only an hour, he told himself. They could very well be on their way back right now. If only the stupid phones were working.

"As you've all seen by now," he began, "London has been attacked this morning in a truly horrific way. I'm sure you will all join me in sending your thoughts and prayers to those who have been killed by this senseless act, as well as the families of those people." He let that hang in the air for a moment before moving on. "Right now, there's no way to tell if the attack on the Houses of Parliament is a single attack or if there could be more planned. For that reason, you will all be required to remain in the hotel for the rest of the day. If you want to return to your rooms, feel free to do so. I'm sure you want to try to contact your families and friends to let them know that you're okay. However, I do have to point out that there are still two of us unaccounted for at the moment. Seth and Ronda are still out there somewhere. As the phones are out, we've not been able to reach them. Those who wish to wait in the lobby until they show up safe and sound..."

"No one's going anywhere until we know they're okay," a voice called out from the back of the crowd. It was greeted with loud murmurings of agreement.

"He's right," someone else called out. "We're all a family at times like this. We'll wait here."

Hearing further murmurs of agreement, Hunter felt touched by the moment, wondering if this was how it felt to be a Captain in the army, if that was even the appropriate rank. Two of his people were still out there on the battlefield, so to speak, and their comrades were not willing to leave them behind.

"Hey! Someone turn that fucking TV up!" Dean Ambrose's voice was unmistakable, coming from the back of the crowd. Dean had just happened to glance at one of the two large televisions on the lobby's wall. It was muted, showing news coverage, which was the only option right now. Regular programming had of course been interrupted on all channels to cover a national disaster of this magnitude.

Everyone turned to look at what had attracted Dean's attention, even Hunter, who didn't even consider the interruption to his speech. A staff member obeyed Dean's request and turned up the volume on the TV. A caption in the top left corner read, 'Earlier today.' It could not have shot been much earlier, as it showed the aftermath of the attack. The wreckage of what had once been Elizabeth Tower - commonly known as Big Ben - lay across a street. It looked like it was several metres deep. Remains of several cars could be seen, crushed almost beyond recognition by pieces of the falling structure. Dead bodies were also apparent, lying in the street and on the adjacent grassy area, blurred out in advance by the TV editors to protect their viewers from the graphic nature of their injuries. What had attracted Dean's attention, and now attracted everyone else's in the WWE party too, was the reason that this particular clip was being repeated multiple times.

A small group of injured survivors were staggering across the grass, away from the remains of the Houses of Parliament. Some of them were being helped to walk by firemen, others by members of the public who had put bravery ahead of the desire for self preservation and gone into the disaster zone to help others. Although they had somehow survived the impact and the ensuing fireball from the plane's jet fuel igniting, these particular victims all appeared to have hideous burns on their faces and especially their hands, obviously from trying to protect themselves as best they could. Their expensive business suits were now reduced to tattered, singed rags. The camera had zoomed in for a close-up on a youngish man who was being assisted by a very familiar looking blonde woman. Turning up the sound didn't actually help matters because the anchors were talking about who might be to blame for the attack rather than what was currently being shown on the screen, but one of the items on the scrolling Breaking News ticker at the bottom of the screen read: Hollywood star Ronda Rousey and her husband seen offering assistance to walking wounded.

Seth could be seen in the background of one of the shots, helping another similarly injured man towards an area where a vast number of ambulances were parked. Paramedics had quickly set up some kind of makeshift treatment centre on the grass. It wasn't fair at all for Ronda to get more recognition for her actions than Seth when they were both helping the injured, but such was the nature of fame, and such was the nature of the media. If Seth had been there without his wife then the news would have been about WWE wrestler Seth Rollins helping the injured. The fact was that a lot of people knew Ronda for reasons other than wrestling, so the public recognition was going to default to her.

"I told you they'd be fine," Roman said, smiling at Maggie, filled with pride at the fact that his friends had chosen to help the injured instead of running away from the scene. Everyone in the lobby had started talking all at once about what they could see on the screen as the short piece of footage replayed once more. "That's real bravery right there."

"They're brave people," Maggie choked out, tearing up again. "I still just want them to come back though, so I know they're okay."

Another hour and a half went by before that happened. By that time, safe in the knowledge that Seth and Ronda hadn't been hurt in the attack, a lot of the WWE party had gone up to their rooms to try and get in contact with their families or friends. Hunter had remained in the lobby, as had Maggie, Roman, Dean, Nikki Bella and Sarita Lopez. Maggie had told Thea quite firmly that she needed to head back to bed because she looked like death - a term which had felt incredibly inappropriate as soon as she had said it. Aside from the Chairman, the small group consisted of Seth and Ronda's closest friends in the locker room. Doing what they could, the hotel's staff had kept them supplied with coffee and had even allowed them to take turns using one of the phones at the reception desk so that they too could get in touch with people back home. One positive for Hunter was that Stephanie had not joined him on this trip, so she was able to co-ordinate things in the office as they tried to respond to the day's events.

Hunter had stepped out into the street for a moment to get some fresh air, trying once again try to make a call with his cell phone, predictably to no avail. Sighing and shaking his head in frustration, he turned to head back into the lobby. That was when he saw Seth and Ronda walking up the street towards him, hand in hand. Judging by their vacant expressions, they both looked like they were in shock, which was no surprise to him at all. They were also covered from head to toe in dust, and their clothes were marked with various other stains too, including blood on the front of Ronda's coat, Hunter saw. Adam was there too, walking just behind them, carrying his camera by his side. "Jesus, guys," WWE's Chairman exclaimed, hurrying towards them. "Are you alright?"

"We're okay, Hunter," Seth said. "We're covered in this stuff, but we're not hurt."

Hunter embraced him, not caring at all that his suit jacket probably got ruined in the process. Such things simply didn't matter sometimes. Then he turned to Ronda. "Are you okay, Ronda?"

She looked up at him and he saw not just shock in her eyes, but also something else. Sorrow maybe? Whatever it was, seeing it surprised him for some reason. "What the hell is wrong with the world, Hunter? How can people do things like this to each other? So many innocent people killed, and for what?"

"You're right, and I don't know why they do it," Hunter said as he hugged her, hiding his surprise from her. What she had said made sense to him of course, especially after the horrors that she must have seen. What surprised him was just that it wasn't the kind of thing he would have expected Ronda to say. Caring much about other people wasn't something that he associated with her. Ronda was usually Ronda's first priority. It wasn't exactly a rare personality trait in wrestling.

"Is everyone else okay?" Seth asked next. "Maggie? Roman? Dean?"

"Everyone's fine," Hunter assured them. "You're the last people to come back. Some of the guys are waiting in the lobby for you. Why don't we go in, then you can go get yourselves in a shower?"

Hunter exchanged a few words with Adam while they followed him into the hotel, where they were mobbed by those who had been waiting for them. Hugs and greetings began to be exchanged all round. No one was paying any attention to Adam, so Maggie went to him first. She could hardly have fought her way through the small crowd to get at either Seth or Ronda anyway. "I was so worried about you guys," she told him. "I thought you were dead when you didn't come back right away."

Adam kissed her softly on the forehead. "They wanted to help people. I couldn't leave them, I had to film it. Some of the things we saw, Maggie. Horrific. I don't even want to try and describe it to you. People do such vile things to each other."

"They'll get theirs," she said firmly, meaning the terrorists. "They'll be hunted down for this, and so they should be. Right now though, I'm just glad that you guys are okay. That's all that matters to me."

Ronda was first to break free of the welcoming party, even now not keen on being swamped with hugs. More than that, she wanted to see her best friend. "Maggie, are you okay?"

Maggie's eyes widened in horror when she saw the blood on the front of Ronda's coat. "Am I okay? You're covered in blood!"

"Huh?" Ronda looked down at herself. "Oh, that's not mine," she said faintly. "I'm not hurt. Just need to get cleaned up. I was worried about you."

Without saying anything more, they embraced each other, remaining like it for almost a minute. Maggie could tell than her friend needed it, even if she would never have said so herself. As she often did, Ronda was putting a front on her real feelings. It was a habit that did her more harm than good.

Seth was next to come over. "I'm so proud of you guys," Maggie told him as they hugged. "You're both so brave. We saw you on the news, helping those poor people with the burns."

"Awful," was all Seth could say about that, shaking his head. Some of the sights, sounds and even smells that he had experienced in the past couple of hours would be tough, if not impossible to erase from his memory for a long time to come, if he could ever do so at all.

"Thea was going to wait too," Maggie told them. "But that flu she's got was really kicking her ass, so I talked her into going back to bed after we saw you on the news."

Hunter took charge again, seeing that both Seth and Ronda needed not just a shower, but also some time to spend in the privacy of their room so that they could try and help each other come to terms with what they had been through. WWE would offer to arrange counselling for them if they wanted it, he decided. One thing he took great pride in was taking excellent care of his people, both physically and mentally. It was an area that the wrestling business had been lacking in for almost its entire existence, but Hunter and Stephanie were doing their best to change that. "Guys, why don't we let them get upstairs and get themselves cleaned up?" Looking at Seth, he added, "I can send a doctor up to check you out if you need it?"

"No, thank you," Seth said, waving him off. "Honestly, we're fine. A shower is a good idea though." Taking Ronda's hand, he began to lead her towards the elevators. "Come on babe, let's get all this crap off us."

"I'll come up and check on you later," Hunter said, again wanting to do everything he could for his employees. That was when he would discuss the offer of counselling with them. Before that, his next priority was to contact WWE's offices and get someone to put an announcement on the website that all WWE personnel who were in London were accounted for and unharmed.

Maggie realised that Adam was about to head up to his room, and unlike Seth and Ronda, he would be doing so alone. That wasn't right, not after what he had been through. Anyone would need company, would need someone to talk to, after something like that. "Adam, why don't you use the shower in my room? I don't want you to be on your own, you know, after this morning."

"Thank you," he replied gratefully, appreciating the offer for exactly what it was.

Taking a shower and drinking a cup of strong black coffee had helped both Seth and Ronda to feel somewhat more human again. There hadn't been much conversation between them, but they had both appreciated the fact that the other was there. Somehow having a loved one with you just made things feel better on some base level. After dressing in some casual clothes, they had settled down together on the bed, just lying there holding each other and feeling thankful that they could do so. Seeing the rather vacant look in her husband's eyes, Ronda knew that he was going through the same thing she was, reliving the morning over and over again in his mind.

Reflecting on what had happened earlier in the day had also made her reflect on the bigger picture as far as her life was concerned. So many thoughts were rattling around in her head, but there were two that she couldn't get away from: Why did people do such awful things to each other? And what had she done with her life since she had been blessed with fame and fortune that had actually made a difference to anyone apart from herself and her immediate family and friends?

The answer to the first question was beyond her, but she could try to answer the second. In fact, it was quite easy to do so. Nothing, that was the answer. Sure, she went to the Make-A-Wish events that WWE booked for her, but that was all. And even that was most often because it was required of her rather than because she actually wanted to. That attitude was seriously wrong, she realised now. Things that seemed small and insignificant to her, such as spending a couple of hours of her time talking to kids at a hospital somewhere, for example, could mean the world to those people - people much like those she had helped earlier in the morning. They were people who would be scarred physically and mentally for the rest of their lives, even though they had done nothing to deserve it. That was totally wrong. People like that needed help, but what help could a part time wrestler and part time actress realistically give to them? What could Ronda Rousey actually do that would make a difference? Something that her beloved father had once told her came to mind. "It's your job to make sure you leave the world a better place than you found it."

Words had never rang truer than that. But how could she do it? Taking the fight to the terrorists certainly wasn't an option. That was primarily the job of politicians, for what use they actually were. One thing Ronda would never be was a politician; her personality could not have been less suited to that line of work, even she knew that. So if she couldn't take on the terrorists, what could she do? Help the victims somehow, that seemed to be the only thing that made sense.

"Honey," she said softly. "I've been thinking. We've both said today that we hate how much evil there is in the world. I want to do some good. When that plane crashed today, all I wanted to do was help people. I want to keep on helping people. What good is being famous if all you do is make money from it? We've already got plenty of money. We have a nice house, nice cars, nice clothes, all that shit, so why do we need more money? It's not even important."

"What are you saying, babe?" Seth asked, tenderly brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"I'm saying that I want to help people. I'm not sure exactly how I can do it though. What I was thinking about was all the people that were hurt today, who is going to be there for them? Sure, they have family and friends, but that's not always enough, is it? Look at what I had to go through with my therapy. I had you, I had Maggie, but I still needed a doctor to help me get through it."

"Are you talking about starting a charity?" Seth asked, considering the idea for himself and liking it.

Nodding thoughtfully, Ronda said, "Maybe a charity, yeah. There must be other charities out there that help people who've been victims of something like this, but that doesn't mean we couldn't start one."

"You know what really struck me today?" Seth asked.

"What, honey?"

"The emergency services, particularly the firemen. We both saw them in action today. It got me thinking that they're such brave people, you know? I have no idea how many firemen get hurt or killed every year in America. I'd make a bet that it's a lot though, and what recognition do you ever hear them get? Hardly any. That's not right."

Ronda pictured some of the firemen that she had seen earlier, trying desperately to tackle the inferno at the Houses of Parliament. It was a job that she wouldn't have been brave enough to do, that was for sure. Seth was right when he pointed out that they got no recognition for it, and it wouldn't have surprised her if their pay wasn't even anything special. "You're right," she told her husband. "They really are underappreciated for what they do. Don't forget the families too; families who lose a husband or a wife, maybe even a son or daughter because they die trying fight a fire. Who's there to help those people?"

"There probably are charities for that already," Seth said. "I mean, surely there must be, but if you wanted to set one up I'm sure we could get a lot of publicity behind it and that would bring in a lot of support and a lot of money. That's the way things are, isn't it?"

"That's what I'm talking about," Ronda said, really warming to the idea now. A charity to support injured firefighters and their families was an excellent idea. If she did launch it, she was sure it was a cause that WWE would get behind too. Pushing charities was something that they had experience with. Hunter and Stephanie even had a charity of their own, so it would be easy enough to hit them up for advise on how to get the ball rolling. The plan was already starting to come together. "I want to use my popularity to do some good. I want to put my name to use to so some real good in the world. My dad told me once that it's our job to leave the world a better place than we find it. If I can help people who need and deserve that help, that's leaving the world a better place than I find it, right?"

"Definitely," Seth smiled. "I think it's a fantastic idea. I'm really proud of you, you know that? I'm a lucky guy."

Ronda leaned forward slightly and kissed him. "No, I'm the lucky one. A woman couldn't hope for a better husband, putting up with all the shit I've dragged you through over the years. I know I'm a lot of hard work, but here we are, still together and happy. A lot of guys wouldn't have stuck with me. I love you so much."

"Well there have been times I've thought twice about it," Seth teased.

"Asshole," Ronda grinned, punching him on the shoulder. To most people the word was an insult, but for a long time it had been an affectionate name that she had used for Seth, which was why he laughed as he rubbed his shoulder. Simultaneously it dawned on both of them that laughter didn't sound or feel right, not on this day. Hundreds of people had to have been killed, leaving thousands more to suffer the loss of a family member or friend. Then there was the fact that if they had made their way towards the House of Commons two minutes earlier than they had, they would probably have been among the victims rather than those who were trying to help. It was a very sobering thought indeed, and it brought tears to Ronda's eyes.

Seeing her eyes fill up and correctly guessing what she was thinking, Seth pulled her closer and held her. "I know, babe. I know. We're okay, though. We're both still here."

"But so many others..." she managed to say, then the tears really came. It was the first time she had cried about the day's events, and the emotional release was long overdue. Seth wasn't sure if it was the horrific nature of what he had witnessed or if it was the fact that his wife was sobbing in his arms that made his own eyes fill up. Sucking it up as best he could, he managed to hold it in, believing that a man shouldn't cry in front of his wife.

It took a minute or so for Ronda to stop crying, drawing as much strength from her husband as she could. As always, she thought, he was the strong one in their relationship, he was the rock that she needed to keep her from giving in to her many weaknesses, and he never failed to be there for her when she needed him. A woman couldn't ask for more from her husband. She was about to tell him again exactly how much she appreciated him, but someone knocked loudly on their door, startling them.

"That'll be Hunter," Seth said. "We need to let him in, so do you want to go wash up?"

"Yeah," Ronda said, wiping her eyes as she got up and hurried towards the bathroom.

Seth followed her across the room - the bathroom door was near to the room's main door - and waited until she was inside before he opened the door to the boss, who had now discarded his dust-coated suit jacket. "Hunter, hi. Come in."

"How are you both?" Hunter asked with a tight smile as he walked into the room.

Seth closed the door and gestured for Hunter to take a seat in the room's one comfortable chair, which was near the window. "It hasn't really hit us yet, I don't think. I just keep seeing the same things over and over in my head. Some of the things we saw today. People burnt, people... Well, you don't need me to describe it all to you."

Hunter studied his protege carefully as he sat down on the edge of the bed. His skin looked pale and his eyes had something of a vacant look to them. Whether Seth knew it or not, shock was setting in. Coming up to the room to speak to him and let him know that both he and WWE as whole were there for him if he needed them had definitely been the right thing to do. Putting a brave face on things as awful as this wasn't the way to deal with them. "I wanted to come up and let you know that we're here to help you both in any way we can," Hunter began. "You've been through a traumatic experience today, one that's going to live with you for a long time. What I'd like to do is arrange for you to speak with someone about it."

"Counselling you mean?" Seth asked vaguely.

"I know you might not think it's something you need to..."

"It's okay," Seth cut him off, "I don't need you to sell it to me. I think it's a good idea. You know how much going to see someone helped Ronda to deal with her issues, that's all the convincing I need."

Hunter nodded, respecting the wisdom and maturity that Seth had just shown. Those were qualities that the younger man hadn't always possessed, as evidenced by several faux pas earlier in his career, but then what young, successful wrestler had managed to avoid things they later regretted? Not Hunter in his own younger days, that was for sure, he had to admit to himself. "I'll have someone get that set up for you then. Sleep on it tonight and see how you feel tomorrow. We've got a schedule to keep to with the event in Scotland, but if you need some time off, I can take care of that for you too."

"Thanks, I appreciate that," Seth said. "I think I'd rather just keep working to be honest."

The bathroom door opened and Ronda walked out, looking fresher than she had when she'd gone in there. "Hey, Hunter," she smiled weakly at the boss.

"Ronda, how are you feeling?" Hunter asked, standing up to greet her out of politeness.

"I'm okay," she said, sounding a little unsure if it was actually true or not. She walked over to Hunter and they shared a brief hug, as was their usual custom. When they parted, Hunter sat back down and Ronda walked over to sit on the bed beside Seth. It didn't escape Hunter's attention that she took his hand and held it her lap, a gesture that he wouldn't ordinarily have expected to see from her.

"Hunter was just saying that he can arrange for some counselling for us," Seth told her. "I said I thought it was a good idea. What do you think?"

"Yeah," Ronda nodded. "We should probably do that. Thank you, Hunter. There's actually a couple of other things I want to ask you about."

"Sure," Hunter smiled, encouraging her to go on.

"We were talking just before you got here about an idea we had. What we'd like to do is start up a charity, I thought maybe we could call it the Rousey Foundation. What it would be is a charity to help injured firemen and the families of firemen who are killed on the job. It just hit us both today that they are such brave and underappreciated people who do an amazing job. We think it's time someone did something to get them more respect, more recognition and more help when it's their turn to need it."

"I think that's a wonderful idea," Hunter said, already turning his mind to what he might be able to do to help, before he was asked.

"Is there anything you can do to help out?" Ronda asked next, as he had predicted. "You and Steph launched your own charity, so we thought you were the best person to ask."

"You might have to give me a couple of days, what with everything that's happened today, but I can make some calls and put you in touch with some people who can help you get it off the ground. Steph's probably better placed to help you with this than I am, but I know she'll love the idea and she'll be more than happy to back you on it. It'll take some investment of time and money from the two of you to make a success; you've figured that out for yourselves, of course. It's definitely a good cause, so I'll make sure WWE backs you as much as we can once you're up and running. We can run some commercials on our shows, we could even have a Rousey Foundation themed Smackdown one night after you've launched it. Presumably you're planning on doing things like visiting injured firemen in hospital? I could have some of the other guys come do that with you. They're just some of the first ideas that come to mind."

"We'd only really just thought of the basics of the idea a few minutes ago," Seth admitted. "We are serious about it, though. We'll put some more thought into it and then we'll speak to your people if you can get us the details. I'd really appreciate that."

"We both would," Ronda smiled. In the bathroom she had found herself looking into the mirror, taking a long hard look at herself as the expression went. Starting a charity wasn't the only way she could start to help others out, she could do it at WWE as well. Setting aside the aggression, some of what Paige had said in her interview with Thea had been correct, she realised now. Ronda Rousey was the biggest name in women's wrestling, that was a fact of life. She was already at the top of the mountain. Rather than trying to fight other people off so that she could stay up there alone, what she ought to be doing was helping others on their own journey to the top. It didn't even matter if she particularly liked them personally, she had a responsibility as the big name to put others over and make them look good instead of trying to hog the limelight herself, which was what she had been doing, whether she had looked at it that way at the time or not.

"I want to start giving back, Hunter," she announced, knowing that what she was about to say would surprise the boss, and probably her husband also. "That's what I've realised today. If there's one good thing to come out of this awful tragedy it's that I realised fame shouldn't be something to take for granted or to use for your own personal gains, it's something that you should use to benefit those who aren't as lucky as you are. Because when it's all said and done, that's all I am, an ordinary girl who got lucky. Really lucky. I want you to use me to put some of the other guys over from now on, Hunter. You know, like you wanted me to do with Paige that time for example. I shouldn't have turned that down."

Seth felt great pride at what he had just heard, giving his wife's hand a reassuring squeeze to let her know.

"And I shouldn't have allowed you to turn it down," Hunter said frankly, with a slight raise of his eyebrows and another tight smile. "I have to admit I've been too lenient with you at times, Ronda, largely because you and I get on well personally. It shouldn't be like that. I'm glad to hear you say that you're happy to put over some of the other talent because we have some great prospects; people like Bayley, Daga, not to mention the girls on NXT. I'm not saying we're going to suddenly make you a jobber of course, that will never happen."

"No, I understand," Ronda assured him.

"Alright guys," Hunter said, standing back up. "I'm going to leave you be. If you need anything, anything at all, you can call me or come find me. Take care of each other, okay?"

"We will," Seth said, getting to his feet and shaking Hunter's hand. "Thanks for coming up."

"Thanks for offering to help too," Ronda said, also rising so that she could walk him to the door. "We both really appreciate it."

They exchanged goodbyes at the door and with that Hunter was gone.

"I could use a drink," Ronda said as she walked back over to the bed and allowed herself to collapse onto it. "Actually I could use a lot of fucking drink."

Seth let out a long, heavy sigh. "I think that's an excellent idea."