; glory and gore [1]

N I N E ; MOON

______The plan is "not dying" and I don't care how...

Some crave acceptance from their heroes, for their validation and respect. Some desire a pure kind of love, emotions running wild through their bodies as a rare remedy would. Some dream about an undying friendship, an unbreakable bond bound to solidify with the ashes of times.

But others are hungry for a very unique commodity. An untypical breed has seen the light of the day years back and remained unsatiable since its birth: the ones who benefit from the misfortune of others.

If there ever was a kingdom offered to those banished by God himself, their cold-blooded leader would have been Seth Rollins. His two-toned hair lures mankind as it let them believe he's a dirty soul to save, lost in the middle of light and darkness when in reality, he plunged in the obscurity thoroughly conscious he could never escape.

What appears to most like disastrous news actually fills his crooked mind with satisfaction. It has officially been announced: Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns are out of action for the months to come, probably still suffering from the unforgiving punishment they've endured at the hand of the most dishonest monster that ever stepped foot in the WWE.

The update on their miserable condition alone brights up his day, ignating his determination to paint the white map of the ring, seemingfully so pure, with the crimson liquid licking from his future competition.

Here is the reason why he finds himself back where his deadly road begun: at the Performance Center. Hopes and disgusting mutual support immediately made him dizzy whilst entering into the building, the rookies irradiating from such good intentions.

Little do they know these will be quick to vanish, honor and principles thrown to the wolves as soon as the opportunity will present itself. After all, you only get one shot at climbing the ladder of the company and either you doubt and miss, either you focus and aim right at your brothers' hearts.

Rollins' rough skin doesn't bother him one bit whilst he hits the final repetition of his gruelling Crossfit training, hand's lenghts getting off as fresh blood meets the conditioneer's cold air contact.

Throughout the entire session his dark eyes observe with all the attention the display offered to his view, a grin drawing itself on his features as an arduous task since the cynical man is completely out of breath, sweat warming up his glacial entity.

A red disaster desperately tries to connect with the grey pad positioned next to the tope ropes' corner but tiressly fails in executing a Frog Splash. If the rumours were true, Banks has been seen repeating this move over and over, obstinately dragging her exhausted body to the ring post for days.

With the biggest event of the year approaching and the Triple Threat being confirmed between herself, Charlotte and Becky Lynch, it isn't that complicated to figure out the Devil's daughter decided to add a few tools to her dangerous arsenal.