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"God dammit." Roman cursed, hissing from the pain irradiating from his fist.
Slamming his fist into the metallic locker door for a second time, the metal thing twisted awfully, he knew he'd get into trouble for that.
"I told you we couldn't trust that weasel." Roman said as he leant on the other locker doors he hadn't smashed.
"How are you so damn sure Triple H was telling the truth?" Dean argued as he observed Reigns' worried expression, combing his hair backwards with his hand.
"I'm sure you know as much as I do that Seth was truly apologizing, I'm sure you know that too." Dean continued. Sounding more like he tried to convince himself as well.
Roman stared thoughtfully at some of the other benches in the room, a specific memory coming to his mind as he played with the Velco on his wrist.
"You know, wrestling means so much to me. It made me find this part of me I didn't know I had, in both of you. It's like we were meant to dominate together." Seth began, as they sat down on the sand, Dean had passed out that night, a little too much alcohol for him.
"You're the only family I have. Since my own didn't want to accept my passion for wrestling they simply stopped calling.." Seth sighed, digging his fingers in the sand, feeling rough against his skin.
Roman wasn't the one who could cheer people up too often but he tried nonetheless.
"Sometimes, we're forced to go through certain difficulties just so we can get pushed into the things that fit us." Roman slightly smiled. Seth's gaze casted downwards as he looked at his hands in front of him creating circles as Roman spoke, stopping when he finished.
"Guess you're right. And whatever it is that is that happened, it's already in the past. I'm really glad I found wrestling. Wouldn't have found you guys otherwise." He smiled. His chocolate eyes lightening as he looked back at him.
Groaning, Roman looked back at Dean who had a confused look on his face, a slight pout on his lips, hands on his hips as he examined Roman's expression.
"Hey, man. You okay?" Dean asked, he sounded worried.
"Yeah, sorry. I was thinking.. Guess you're right. Seth wasn't lying." Roman gave a slight reassuring nod.
Dean smiled and stood up, heading towards the door, hoping to find Seth still standing outside like they told him to.
Seth had tried all the methods he knew to keep himself busy, he didn't want to worry but failed to. Slightly nibbling on his lower lip as he paced through the hall, sometimes whistling a song or just anything. He blamed himself a thousand times for making them doubt him, Seth knew it wasn't going to be easy, specially since Triple H knew too much.
Seth's mind coming to peace as he saw Dean exiting the room with a smile on his face.
"Hey, Seth!" Dean called. "Are we playing poker tonight like the old times?" He asked, laying his arm over Seth's shoulder walking towards his room. Seth had to pick up his things anyway.
Seth let out a small chuckle as their figures after the door.
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Seth opened his locker room door when he got paralyzed as he watched three guys sitting on the bench, looking his way.
Dean hadn't paid any attention until he noticed Seth wasn't responding, he could feel problems just by the shocked look on Seth's face.
"What do you want from us?" Seth barked, both his fist clenched, his chest slightly out as he began breathing faster. The first one to talk, laughed.
"Triple H sent us." He simply said, the room was dark but he could tell they were bigger than the three of them.
"What does that bastard want?" Growled Roman behind Seth.
The room lit up, showing Ryback, Erick Rowan and Wade Barrett.
The just reunited friend's faces changed into a mix of fear, anger and annoyance. Roman made his way between Seth and Dean. He wanted some blood.
As soon as the rest of the men that were with Ryback stood up, they got dragged inside the room, and locked the door.
"Sorry but we have to do what we're told to." Ryback said with a wide smile on his face.
"Weren't you one of the good guys?" Dean questioned as he got up chest to chest with him. "What the hell does that asshole want to do with us?"
"He just wants you three separated, and that's just on TV, Dean." Dean moved backwards, trying to figure out how to get out of this. But he knew that beatings that came from Triple H's command were going to be done.
"He wants Seth back. But mostly, the Heavyweight championship." Erick said, standing beside Barrett.
Roman speared Wade in the matter of seconds. His head crashing in the corner of a bench, knocking him out instantly. Making it practically fair for them now.
Ryback and Erick saw this and proceeded to attack Dean an Seth. Ryback grabbed Seth and threw him roughly against the wall, provoking an almost immediate bruise on his forehead, then repeated it for a few times until he pushed him against one of the metallic doors, Seth's face oozing blood, staining the door and part of his chest, painting against the door.
Erick had manage to keep Roman and Dean as busy as possible, he threw Dean over a bench, his back hitting the floor painfully, whining and rolling in pain, while Roman was being punched in the face, along with kicks to his abdomen.
Seth grabbed a bag without Ryback noticing and when Ryback charged towards him, he hit him across the face with it, breaking his nose. Ryback was kneeling on the floor trying to prevent the blood from flowing. And Seth's heart pounding harshly against his chest, he backed up a few steps and curb stomped his face.
Seth rushed next to Dean, still in pain, grunting and holding his back. Hopefully it wasn't too bad.
"Dean! Dean, you alright?" He asked, concerned showed through his eyes, now framed by his own blood. Dean took a glance from him, but the pain was too overwhelming to worry about anything else.
Seth looked at him, unable to talk or gesture anything. He helped him stand up. He heard something breaking, he looked up towards Roman and he was standing, looking down on Erick, a broken glass bottle held firmly in his hand, fire burning in his eyes, his lip bleeding.
He looked up as he noticed someone staring at him, then it hit him that Dean had gotten a scarily bad fall against a bench.
"You alright, Rome?" Seth asked as he looked at Roman's hand gripping his side.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's take him to a hospital." Roman commanded as he hooked Dean's arm over his shoulder, Seth holding the other one. Dean could barely walk, his legs felt odd, a slight tingling from the back of his ankle to his hips. He grunted at the thought of being awfully injured.
"You'll be fine, Dean. Relax, you're safe now." Getting his back on the way, they exited his room, towards the parking lot. Roman had rented a car just in case, they'd stay in that city for a few days so he thought it was a good idea.
The trip to the hospital was short, emergency lights were flashing as he sped through the cars as fast as he could without crashing, his body aching as he drove.
A/N: I'm glad you guys enjoyed the first chapter. This one was quite hard to do since I'm sick. So it sucks because I wanted to post it as soon as possible. But finally here it is. Hope you guys like it. I'd like to hear what you think, reviews are always nicely received.