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@chvmpiionsx LIKED FOR A POST SUMMERSLAM STARTER.
"We did it, man...." Colby said, in each of his hands there was a beer. He wasn't a big drinker Joe and Jon always poked fun at him for it, but when the time was right he could throw back a few. "One last time for old-times sake, huh?" He grinned, handing the beer over to Joe.
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la knight had come to the conclusion that roman reigns probably didn't like him very much. which, honestly, was a little surprising. knight figured they had plenty in common. they were both confident. both handsome. both carried themselves like they owned whatever room they walked into. the only real difference was that roman apparently expected people to shut up when he walked into a room. la knight had never developed that particular skill. so here he was, standing across from the tribal chief with a grin that was becoming increasingly difficult to wipe off his face. β roman, i gotta be honest with you. i've been thinkin' about what happened on raw, and i think there's been a little misunderstanding here. β he paused, glancing around as if he genuinely expected somebody to come rushing in and correct him. β see, when i challenged you for that championship, i wasn't askin'. i wasn't suggestin'. i wasn't puttin' out feelers. i wasn't sendin' you a strongly worded email with a little calendar invite attached. β his grin widened. β i was tellin' you. β there was something deeply satisfying about watching @chvmpiionsx's expression change. knight had seen that look before. it was the look of a man trying very hard to decide whether punching him in the mouth would be worth the inevitable consequences. and, frankly, knight respected the restraint. β now, i know you've probably gotten used to people walkin' into your locker room, lookin' at you, seein' that championship, and suddenly rememberin' they got somewhere else to be. β he nodded thoughtfully. β probably saves you a lotta conversations. β knight shifted his weight, studying roman for another moment. β but here's where things get unfortunate for you. i'm apparently an idiot. β he shrugged. β not clinically, mind you. just enough to make questionable decisions on television. β
a laugh slipped from him before he could stop it. β because instead of lookin' at roman reigns and thinkin', 'well, that's a terrible idea,' i looked at roman reigns and thought, 'yeah, i could take that title.' β he pointed toward the championship. β and now i've got a problem. β a beat. β well, you've got a problem. i'm havin' a great time. β knight's smile turned downright smug. β so you can glare at me all you want. you can stand there and look all intimidating. you can do that whole roman reigns thing where you stare at somebody for twenty seconds like you're waitin' for their ancestors to apologize. β he shook his head, amused. β it ain't gonna work on me. β he took a small step closer. β because the way i see it, you've got exactly two choices. you can keep that championship and eventually deal with meβ¦or you can keep that championship and definitely deal with me. that's a pretty tough decision, ain't it? β he chuckled under his breath, clearly pleased with himself. β either way, roman, you're gonna hear me. you're gonna see me. and sooner or later, you're gonna have to fight me. and when that happens, i'm gonna do what i came here to do. i'm gonna take that championship. and then i'm probably gonna talk about it so much that you're gonna wish you had just given it to me. β
seth sat alone after the arena had emptied, elbows resting on his knees as he stared at the tape wrapped around his hands. his body ached in familiar places, but it was his chest that felt impossibly heavy. he could still feel it. the shield fist. for a fleeting moment, muscle memory had overridden years of bitterness. there had been no hesitation, no calculation. just instinct. three fingers curled together in a gesture that had once meant trust, loyalty, and brotherhood. tonight, it had meant something else. forgiveness. or maybe the beginning of it. seth had spent years telling himself he had made peace with the past. he wore confidence like armor, laughed louder than anyone else, and convinced the world β and sometimes himself β that he had long since accepted every consequence of swinging that chair. but acceptance wasn't the same as healing. healing required honesty. and roman had forced honesty out of him tonight without saying more than he needed to. it's always been about us. those words echoed louder than the crowd ever had. not championships. not the bloodline. not even the shield. not who stood taller at the end of the night. us. seth rollins and roman reigns.
seth closed his eyes, letting the sentence settle somewhere deep inside him. for years, he had believed @chvmpiionsx only saw the betrayal. the chair. the night everything fell apart. he had accepted that maybe that was all he would ever be in roman's story β a scar that never quite faded. but tonight had changed something. roman hadn't looked at him with hatred. he hadn't looked at him with pity, either. there had only been respect. the kind that survives everything. the kind that refuses to die, no matter how many times two people try to bury it beneath pride, anger, or distance. seth laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head. β you always had a way of saying exactly what i didn't want to hear. β his voice sounded strange in the silence. β so... it's always been about us. β he repeated the words carefully, almost testing whether they were real. β i spent all these years thinking i was chasing you. β a pause. β maybe we were just chasing each other. β he leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the ceiling. β i hated you. β the confession left his lips easier than expected. β i hated what you became. i hated losing you. i hated watching us become strangers. β another quiet laugh escaped him. β and somehow... i never stopped respecting you. β his throat tightened. β i don't think i ever stopped loving you either. β the admission hung in the empty room. the kind of love that only exists between people who built each other, broke each other, and somehow remained woven into one another's lives anyway. β you've always understood me better than anyone. β he smiled faintly. β i spent years pretending i didn't care what you thought. β his fingers absentmindedly brushed over the tape on his knuckles. β that was a lie. β his gaze drifted toward the locker room door. β i heard every word you said tonight. β his smile softened. β and for the first time in a long time... i believed you. β seth drew in a slow breath. β maybe we don't get to go back. no one gets that. but maybe... β he looked down at his still-clenched fist. β ...we don't have to keep carrying the weight of who we used to be. β his thumb traced the outline of where the shield fist had formed only hours earlier. β it'll always be there. so will we. β he smiled to himself, tired but genuine. β you were right. it has always been about seth rollins and roman reigns. and maybe... it always will be. β
