; glory and gore [1]

T W E N T Y - O N E ; MOON

______You know I try to compromise, but we're walking in this lie...

One word and twelve letters constantly invade the mind of the helpless wrestlers, forced to execute orders, to swallow their pride and to reject their old dreams' aspirations.

They all wanted to submit their legacy, whether it came from betrayals and selfishness or honesty and pureness. They all desired to change the place for the better, whether it was for their own sake or they're preoccupied by the company's disorder the future would have to survive in, struggling more and more as the generations go by.

In the end they all smothered any ounce of will they used to hold, carrying their sorry hearts and broken bodies from a sleepless city to another dying place - the spectators always awaken by blood's hunger yet filled with emptiness.

Everyone inside of the company's chaos are trapped inside of a never ending nightmare, in which their demons salivate at their upcoming fall, misery and insanity.

Some attempt to fight against the flow, persuaded that without their soul they'd be nothing else than haunting ghosts, while others comprehend that this is an actual chance to accept these demons' gift, aware they could slaughter them all thanks to it.

These are married to the darkness, devoids of morals but ironically loyal to the Devil's land no matter what. But even the most degenerates beings are vulnerable and need to obey to their enemy's laws from time to time, assuring in doing so they'd be able to carry on their devious plans.

Therefore as Seth Rollins is still suspended, impatience burning bright inside of his extinguished heart, he convinces himself not to give in to the temptation, to the freedom he's been craving to taste for so long.

Instead he makes justice to his infamous reputation, analysing in silence the problematic situation unfolding around him, each bit of it eventually understood by the Mastermind.

Whilst Vince is still placing his pawns in the chess game his employees' lives represent to him, the Reaper makes sure to entirely grasp his malicious plan in hope to foresee his next devastating move and obviously, counter it.

The CEO of the WWE never took much liking in Rollins and neither one or the other took the trouble to hide their exchanged resentment and disdain, their dark minds more alike than they'd think and their mutual playground turned into a battlefield to crown the new king of Hell.

As the former face of the company rests his aching back on the catering's wall - his suspension certainly not a valuable obstacle to his gruelling Crossfit's sessions - an unrequested presence worms its way into his agitated brain.

At first the person decides not to let go the smallest of word, surely figuring out how to approach such a despical individual. Once Seth reluctantly lays his apathetic eyes on the disrespectful silhouette, the idea of her being somewhat afraid of addressing such demon quickly vanishes from his mind.