; glory and gore [1]

S E V E N ; MOON

______In all chaos there is calculation...

Loud vociferations bluntly come out of a man's mouth as a vein draws itself to the side of his tense features. The wrath's victims both shout killer gazes to the aggressive one, who's backing onto a crate, finally shrugging while their feminine silhouettes melt with the darkness of the corridor.

Once the two parasites are no longer near them, the wrestlers put their entire focus on the match unfolding in front of their very eyes. Stakes are high and pressure reaches the pinnacle as both witness Fastlane's Divas championship match opposing Charlotte to Sasha Banks.

❝ Your girl isn't looking that proud out there.❞ Seth amusingly remarks, standing close to the TV screen.

❝ Aren't you the one who put her in jeopardy, in the first place ?❞ Kevin is quick to respond, making clear Rollins' little games aren't a secret to his knowledge.

❝ I've made a couple of phone calls, I'd admit that.❞  His contended smirk expresses all the arrogance warming him up inside, not throwing the smallest of glances in Owens' direction, salivating at Banks' beating.

Animal eyes are threatening the smartass beside him, forcing the key player to cunningly back up. The Murder Bear barely growls at Rollins, assuring him he would have zero problem sending his cocky self back on a hospital bed right away.

Owens' goal is to analys every movement the two competitors are going to execute, no matter how many obnoxious obstacles stand in his way.

After repeatedly assaulting each other, the two women bursted into the McMahons office not asking but demanding for a real opportunity to settle things. Hours of negociation would have been useless if Seth hasn't been the one pulling the strings behind this "natural" rivalry.

He contacted Flair's daughter months back when his and Sasha's constant conflict reached the point of no return. Avoiding at all cost the burning lights, he charged Charlotte to take care of the self-proclamed best in the company.

Sure it has to do with a mutual professional jealousy. He'd envy her guts as he lacks so much of it and she'd hate the fact he's already being recognized as one of the best performers of his generation.

But it isn't just that.

He fears the spotlight for a reason and with Stephanie endlessly pitching new concepts at him, craving for her golden boy to shine again, he needs a valid substitute. And as talented, vicious and stubborn as Banks is, none of these qualities would be enough to entirely climb the success' mountain.

The bloody disaster needs an electroshock and Rollins is unarguably convinced he's that instigator element. 

❝ Consider this a trial. Either she sinks, either she swims.❞