Phantom Pains [Seth Rollins]

0.4

"THAT WAS SO RAD," Jimmy announced, jumping up and down.

"I know," Christina smiled widely, "I won! I won my debut! I--"

"You guys know where the Creative is?" a deep voice asked, making the two friends turn to each other. They were gaping.

"Yeah," Christina managed, just barely. "You go past the divas' locker room, then there's Stephanie and Triple H's room, and right next to it- Creative."

"Thanks," he grunted, walking off.

"That was Brock Lesnar."

"Yup."

"Oh my God."

"Yup."

"THAT WAS BROCK LESNAR!" he whispered- yelled, smacking her shoulder.

"I know!" she squealed, hitting him back.

"Don't hit me," he frowned, smacking her once more.

"Don't tell me what to do," she smacked back. He smacked her in return, and so it went on and on, until she grabbed him in a headlock, bringing them down to the floor.

Jimmy freed himself, but she quickly caught him between her legs, making him sink his teeth into her leg.

"OW!"

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"I'm telling you, Rocksteady is the rhinoceros!" a voice came to the ears of the two friends as Christina still struggled to free her leg out of her best friend's teeth.

"And Bebop is the warthog? Yeah right."

"Roman, I'm telling you--"

"Let's just check it, alright?"

"Go ahead, Dean, prove Seth I'm right."

"Roman, Jesus, Rocksteady is not the warthog!"

"Seth, no way I'm wrong about it--" sudden silence rang through the hall.

"Jesus, Jimmy! Just let me go!" Christina yelled, tired of seeing the floor constantly. It was a dirty floor.

"First free me!" he exclaimed, voice muffled. Christina was quite sure that she only understood what he said because he was her best friend since she remembered herself.

"I CAN'T FREE YOU BECAUSE MY LEG IS IN YOUR FUCKING DISGUSTING MOUTH!"

"Um, excuse me?" a voice asked the two.

"Yes?" Christina asked, Jimmy making a sound that reminded of a 'hmm'.

"What's going on here?"

"Well, I... uh..." Christina wasn't sure what's going on. "Guess we had a fight and ended up like this."

"How about letting each other go?" Roman Reigns asked, "simutantely."

"I guess that could work..." Christina stated. "In three, Jimmy boy?"

"On three," he managed.

"One, two, three," she said hurriedly, and he let her go, so she did the same.

He helped her up once he was standing. "Sorry for telling Logan."

"YOU TOLD LOGAN?!"

"Well, yeah. I thought you knew."

"No."

"Oh, well."

The two shook their hands, hugging each other. They turned to whoever helped them settle the fight, and after a moment Christina let out a squeal and hid behind Jimmy.