My name is Kathy Bates, I'm 42, with light brown hair and hazel eyes. I know this may sound funny and all, but ever since Seth Rollins won his "Money In The Bank" title, I've started to see him in a whole new light. This story is about the night I got "to know" Seth Rollins, the man and the monster. I've been working for the Tampa Gazette, since February of this year, and I was finally given the job of a lifetime. Since I had knowledge of the WWE and with RAW was coming to Tampa, I was given the opportunity to interview Mr. Money In The Bank himself, Seth Rollins. I read everything I could find on him, even watched his videos on you-tube. Now, I've been a wrestling fan for almost my entire life and I've liked a variety of superstars, over the years. The bad boys always seemed to interest me and now, I was going to meet my dream bad-boy and do a face-to-face interview. Knowing that this was my time to shine, I took the day off and spent it at the Red Door Spa. I got the full package…wax, tan, hair, and make-up. I don't know why I did it, but maybe it was a secret wish that I hoped it would go further, then just an interview.
I arrived at the arena and was escorted to his locker room. He greeted me wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He had on his thick, dark rimmed glasses and I must say he looked gorgeous, up close. "Hi, you must be Kathy Bates. I'm Seth Rollins. Nice to meet you", he said as he reached for my hand and welcomed me into his private room. "Hi, Mr. Rollins. Thank you for taking the time to do this interview with me", I said as I sat down, next to him, on the couch. He said he was glad to be doing the interview, but he wanted to wait until after his match. "I have to fight Dean Ambrose tonight and I really wanna be in the zone, when I do", he said. I agreed to meet him, after his match and then he called for his security team to come and escort me ringside, so I could watch him. Him and Dean were the first match of the night and then he said he would be mine for the night. Joey and Jamie came and took me to my seat, right next to JBL and Michael Cole.
I sat there watching him and Dean go at it. I saw Dean pick Seth up and throw him over the top rope, but Seth landed on the apron. I let the breath I was holding go, only to lose it again when Dean came off the rope and clothes-lined Seth, onto the cement floor, right at my feet. I looked down and saw him smile at me. "I'm fine, honey. We planned this all out", he said just as Dean grabbed him and sent him flying into the barrier. This went on for almost a good 10 minutes, before Kane came out and grabbed Dean's ankle, pulling him off Seth. This caused a DQ and Dean won. Seth took off, up the ramp, while the fans chanted the "YOU SOLD OUT" chant over and over. I followed Jamie and Joey back to the waiting area and we followed Seth to his locker room.
"So, how was that? Did you have fun?", he asked as I sat down and watched him standing there, sweat dropping off his well toned and defined body. His hair dripping wet and his latex pants, just covering, what his mama or papa gave him. "I'm gonna grab a shower and then we can do the interview, if you want", he said as he grabbed a towel and headed towards the shower area. I shook my head, unable to speak. I heard the shower and for the first time I can say that I was jealous of the water, inside the shower stall. I heard the shower turn off and a few minutes later, Seth emerged wearing blue jeans, no shirt, and he was towel drying his hair. "Have you had dinner yet?", he asked as he piled his things into his bag and grabbed his MITB briefcase. "No, I haven't. If you want to eat before the interview, I'll wait for you here", I said. He smiled and said that he was buying dinner and then we could do the interview, in a quiet place. I shrugged my shoulders and agreed to dinner. Hey, if food made him talk, then I would order everything they had, on the menu.
We arrived at a some-what empty place, just a few blocks from the arena. "I used to come here when I was in FCW and we trained at the training center. They have awesome food here", he said as we were seated, in a corner booth, way in the back. I had my recorder and note pad out, with a few simple questions on it and after we ordered I got down to the interview. He told me all about his life, growing up in Davenport, Iowa, and his early Indy days. I had no idea how detailed his life was or what he did to get where he was today. He talked about his mom and dad and his sister and how much family means to him. Our food came and the interview stopped, but we kept talking and this time he interviewed me. I felt so relaxed with him and occasionally found myself, daydreaming and getting lost in his beautiful brown eyes. I had to remind myself that I was a professional and that he was my assignment and not my "end of the night" dessert. After dinner, we ordered coffee and gelato. It was a weird combination, but neither us could decide what we wanted, so we ordered both. We continued with the interview until the manager begged us to leave. "Why don't we go to my hotel room and we can finish the interview there?", he suggested. I was speechless but agreed to go because when was I ever gonna get another chance to be with Seth Rollins…alone…in a hotel room? Seth paid the bill and then we drove to the Hampton Inn and Suites, by the bay. After getting his bag and briefcase, we went inside and saw that some of the wrestlers and divas were still hanging out. They saw us and smiled, but nobody said a word. It was like they knew this was an everyday thing for him…Seth and a local girl, in his room, all night. Hey, if that's what they were thinking, I wasn't gonna stop them.
Once Seth unlocked the door, we went inside and the room was amazing. The room was furnished in antiques and opulent bedding. The sheers that hung over the tall windows muted the moonlight and shadowed us from the sins we were about to create. I just stood and stared in awe that I didn't even start thinking about how I would start off this forbidden rendezvous that I allowed myself to get into. I didn't have to think. He came up from behind me and kissed the side of my neck and down my shoulder. He wrapped one arm around me as his other hand took its time finding its way under my top and to caress my warm skin that was beginning to set itself ablaze. He was totally focused on every inch of me as he slowly began to peel away my inhibitions – the way his nose took in the scent of my hair, the way his fingers barely touched the thin under side of my arm, the way he whispered in my ear, "I want you."
I turned around to face him and our lips met for a hungry kiss. Our hands clamored all over each other's bodies desperate to feel each other. I couldn't unbutton his shirt fast enough to feel the strength and skin of his chest against my bare hands. He pulled my top over me to unleash and feel the soft fullness of my breasts. I couldn't wait to feel and free his strong constrained bulge he was pressing against me. When his manhood sprung straight out, he grabbed me by my ass cheeks and firmly nestled it against my belly that was flush like fire. He carried me onto the bed to lay me there as he pulled the rest of my clothes off of me. Being completely nude, our hands weren't just curious about how we felt skin-to-skin, but also in the way we could make sensations deep inside of us set off a jolt or a "Zap!" His deep kisses traveled to my breasts and he devoured my nipples. I hadn't been aware that I propped one knee up to splay my wanting inner channel. He turned me onto my back and dragged his fingers up and down over my moistening folds and flicked against my hardening clitoris. The more he did it, the more my body shook and quivered.
"My god, you are amazing!" he gasped, gazing at the glow of my pussy. Suddenly, he plowed two fingers into me. He got up to kneel as he continued his forceful invasion inside of me in a rhythm that matched my breathing – loud, deep and labored. It got even more amplified when I saw him stroking his dick with the same intensity. It looked as if it was going to burst in his hands. He made me feel as if I were the woman in his story watching the boy standing next to the edge of the sea, both of us lost in the ecstasy of our minds. I hoisted my feet onto his shoulders, reached out for his cock, and pulled it between my legs to let him know where I wanted it. Unlike the older woman guiding an inexperienced boy, there was none of that awkwardness in figuring out how to put our parts together or how to calibrate them to sync at the right times. The acts of discovering new places to go, at least for me, were a thrill. We rolled around and tumbled with each other all over every square inch of the bed. We both enjoyed a ride that at times was slow, long and luxurious and at other times wild, exciting and dangerous.
There was no specific timetable, and there was no hurry to get to a destination. I hadn't really paid attention to the physical effort I put into matching him thrust for thrust or responding to the different lengths and intensities of arousals he put me through, but the thrill of seeing the excitement in his eyes and the forcefulness he put into letting go of and releasing the passion he had kept to himself for so long was incredible. In the end, I felt wobbly, weak, and barely able to breathe. I woke up with the dimmer sunlight filtering indirectly through the window sheers and with him handing me a glass of wine and a slice of fruit tart I forgot we brought with us. "I'd like to make good on that promise to finish the interview", he said as he climbed behind and cradled me sitting upright and still naked on the bed. He turned on his tablet and showed me pictures of his family, friends, and his early stuff. We sat and talked and went at it once more before he had to leave and head to Orlando, for the Smack Down taping.
We said our good-byes and then he was gone. I handed in my column and waited for the results. Around three o'clock, my phone rang. Seth called and wanted me to meet him in Orlando, after the show. He gave me the hotel name and said that the front desk would have a key, waiting for me. I had just hung up the phone when my editor came over and handed me an envelope. He looked at me and said, "Excellent job. I was right about you getting into this guy's mind. If I shift you over to the sports desk, can you work this kind of magic on every front page story?" "I don't know about that," I said, with my mind figuring out how I was going to sneak out early, so I could go see my "Mr. Money In The Bank", later tonight.