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Once I managed to straighten myself up against the turnbuckles, I saw Sami about to charge towards me for a helluva kick. I quickly dodged it by moving aside, causing him to hit the turnbuckles and stumble back down. I took advantage of his current state and set him up for a pedigree. He got out of the first one but I'm not letting him escape a second time.

I dropped to my knees just as Sami's face connected harshly with the mat. Immediately hooking his leg, the ref rushed over and slammed his palm down three times before calling for the bell to ring. He raised my arm up while I smirked triumphantly.

"And here is your winner, Seth Rollins!"

After making my way back to the gorilla, I got changed out of my sweaty ring gear into some comfy sweats. I decided to head to catering since I always got a bit hungry after my matches. I mean, come on. You try wrestling which drains your energy and not get hungry.

I grabbed a plate and decided to just snack on two pieces of pizza. Choosing a random table, I grabbed a chair and set my tray down. I pulled my phone out to check on my social media. I wasn't that keen on Instagram — I'm more of a Twitter kind of guy. Taking a bite out of the pepperoni pizza, I opened the blue-colored app.

My eyebrows rose up as soon as I opened my mentions/notifications. There were these two particular girls who have been mentioning me a lot in their tweets for weeks now. At first, I ignored it. I didn't really pay attention, but now seeing as it's still going on, I can't help but be curious.

"Fuck it," I mumbled before opening one of their tweets and scrolling up to the very top to where this feud, as some would call it, started. I could tell some conversations were stopped and began at random since not all the topics of the tweets were related with each other. I started reading and found out the two of them were sisters.

The older sister seemed fond of me while the other one basically hated my guts.

I frowned, reading the tweets of the younger sister, whose name is apparently Hayden. Huh, cute name. I clicked on her profile, wanting to check out more of this girl who seemingly hates me with a burning passion. I pressed on her profile pic since I wanted to see how she looks like.

Well God damn, she's really fucking cute.

I started scanning through more of her pictures, occasionally finding a picture of Hayden. To say she was beautiful is an understatement. I blew a breath out of my mouth as I stalked her a bit more. It sounds creepy, but hey, there's always the private button thingy, right?

"Okay. So she's twenty-one, a part-time model, and she absolutely hates my guts. Peachy."

"Who you talkin' to there, Rollins?" I heard a voice laugh just as the chair right next to mine was pulled out. I looked to see Randy Orton, one of my best friends. Ever since I joined The Authority, I've gotten closer to Randy more than I would care to admit.

"Nobody," I answered nonchalantly, still staring at the gorgeous brunette on my phone screen. "Just this girl who was in my Twitter mentions because her sister loves me but she doesn't. So... Yup."

Randy peered over to my phone. He let out a low whistle. "She is really pretty," he agreed. "But why are you stalking her and not the sister who loves you?" He rose an eyebrow, leaning back against his chair and giving me a sly grin.

"I don't know," I admitted. "I'm used to fans adoring me, obviously. Normally I'd just ignore all the haters. But her... There's just something drawing me to her, man. I don't know what, but something's definitely there."

"Dude, you sound so cliché right now," he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes at him, glaring playfully. "Whatever."

"Can I see the older one?"

I shrugged, handing my phone to him. He left Hayden's profile to visit her sister, Chloe's. He opened her profile picture and gave another low whistle. "Now she is very hot," he exclaimed, scanning Chloe's somewhat racy photo. "You've hit a jackpot here."

"Eh, she's alright. But I think Hayden's much more beautiful."

"They look almost the same!"

"Shut it, Orton," I laughed. "Point is, both girls are gorgeous, but Hayden wins."

"You realize this isn't a match, right?"

"So?"

"Never mind," Randy replied while rolling his eyes. Suddenly, his eyes crinkled with mischief as a devious smirk slowly graced its way on his face. I raised my eyebrow at the self-proclaimed Viper.

"Uh-oh."

"What uh-oh?"

"The look."

The previous mien faltered and morphed into a confused expression. "What the fuck is the look?" he questioned. I copied his previous facial features to see his turn into a scowl. "I do not look like that, Rollins!"

"Um, yes you do. You look like a constipated hyena with an idea," I pointed out like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You look like a constipated hyena!" he shot back rather childishly.

"Just get to the point, Randy," I chuckled. "What's this big idea of yours, anyways?"

"How did you know I had an ide— Ow! What the hell did you do that for?"

"For you being dumb. Just get to the idea already, geez."

"Alright, alright," he muttered, rolling his eyes and rubbing the back of his head. "Why don't you message her, lover boy? You know, like, give her a run for her money."

"Message her?" I repeated, looking a bit shocked. "Why?"

"Why not?"

Yeah... Why not?