______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.

Except busting open your nose on the biggest stage of them all isn't the smartest way of making a lasting impression - though Seth salivates at the sole idea of her humiliation actually happening at Wrestlemania.

Bones collapsing with the harsh map accompany Rollins' fall to the ground, worn out from the efforts his training demanded, willing to rest on that position for hours. Strangely his gaze unconsciously glances in Banks' direction, admiring yet one more of her atrocious landings as she protectively brings both her elbows to her chest, smashing them over the pad.

Bruises cover each visible part of her delicate silhouette and whilst any other wrestler would stop for a minute, regaining some composure before getting in the battlefield once more, Sasha won't. Her relentlessly appears idiotical on one side but oddly enough it also brings some kind of wicked fascination out of his devious self.

He silently stares at Banks who's wringing in pain, finally rolling out of the ring, blood marks staining the pad. Once she catches his intense brown eyes upon her she automatically puts on an emotionless face, surely trying very hard to mask all the suffering her stubborn side inflicted to her.

The very own Boss of WWE marches right towards him, holding tightly to her left arm, seemingfully the one that took most of the damages.

❝ You finally came down to your senses ?❞ Rollins' slightly raises his chin to face the exploding woman entirely, his fingers resting on his stomach, the same grin plastered on his sweaty face. ❝ It was you huh, who ordered that ambush ?❞

Seth's sincerely clueless, practically shocked at her statement, slightly frowning whilst observing with the greatest attention the WWE.com article. The report talks about the recent assault a NXT live has been victim of, Vince apparently sending a cynical message.

But as far as Rollins is concerned, he hasn't track down anything related to his former house, sicked at how opposite its World and his had become. For once he had nothing to do with the macabre scene because even though he's always been loyal to The Authority, he's never been that big on becoming one of Vince's lap dogs.

Still laying on the floor, carefully scrutinizing Sasha's figure and general presentation, he figures there is only one reason why she'd actually throw the most insignificant word at him and that reason indeed offers her in the palm of his merciless hands.

Seth locks his animal stare on her ashamed eyes as she comprehends she just gave her soul to the scariest Demon that ever lived. Without addressing her unspoken request one bit, he trips her down on the pad next to him, mocking the outcome of her last title shot.

❝ Lesson number one: never let down your guard.❞ Rollins whispers close to her temples, only receiving a daggers look in return. ❝ Though your methods aren't that problematic. Your alliances on the other han-❞ ❝ I don't have alliances.❞ Sasha's quick to answer, she has the well-known habit to pride herself based on the fact she never used anyone's help nor needed it to path her own way to glory.

U n t i l  n o w.

❝ Exactly.❞ Rollins remarks, implying that that thing she holds so dear to her heart - or at least the remains of it - is also her biggest weakness, preventing her from reaching the pinnacle.

❝ I'm not helping you out of the kindness of my heart, that's all you have to know.❞ He finally breathes out, noticing the doubtful look on Banks' face. She doesn't trust him and she has every right to, which actually proves she's far from stupid, a quality that appears quite refreshing to the professional backstabber.

Sasha's grudge and undying arrogance retrains her from spitting anything back at his smug face, feeling like if she would, it'd confirm the deal she's just made with Rollins and that's without the shadow of a doubt way too hard on her.

❝ Push the pad a little bit further, it's too close from the steel post.❞ The former WWEWH champion affirms whilst lowering his tone, surprising his new "ally" as she's proceeding in exiting the room, his voice sounding genuinely kind.

Just another illusion out of the Demon's tricks, she probably thought before pushing the door handle.

But what if the reflection of his own depraved self in Sasha's sinful eyes is the solution to his unrevealed misery ?

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Smackdown's tapings are such a surreal environment: wrestlers forced to push to the side the fact they're complete wrecks and force a smile to the corner of their lips, entertaining a heartless crowd like they haven't spent half of their day in a hospital room.

Luckily for him Rollins benefited from The Authority a sort of "night off" as all he's booked to do is sit right next to Banks, pretending like he's still messing wih her head when the actual wicked plan is about to turn against Flair's daughter.

Both the sick minded children of WWE accorded themselves on each and every step of the plan, supposedly resulting in Banks joining Seth's powerful faction.

As JBL is caught up between two of his personal favourites and Lawler is defending Ric's disloyal interventions during the match, the wrestlers on commentary never get their eyes off the competitors, ready to strike at any given moment - the precise assassins craving to extend their victims' list.

The signal is sent by the ringing bell, announcing without much surprise that the Divas Champ thrives again, relying entirely on her father's aid yet not letting go of her devastating submission hold.

Sasha roughly throws the commentary's equipment to the side, rushing inside the ring and unloading every bit of frustration and bitterness on Charlotte whilst Seth is putting on a decent act on the outside, shouting at her to stay out of The Authority's business.

Words obviously useless against Banks' rage, she throws a beautiful dropkick connecting with the blonde's jaw before she collides with the concret floor on the outside, her previous opponent taking good care of her as she's sent head first into the steel steps.

The announcers hold their breath as Rollins rolls inside of the war zone, yelling in Sasha's face so bad it actually seems believable.

Seconds before dropping the whole masquerade and assaulting Ric as the plan said so, a menacing figure appears behind Seth's back.

Owens wildly kicks the back of his knee, still very vulnerable, repeating the maneouver until he's sure Rollins won't be able to stand still for a decent amount of time. He barely manages to crawl to a corner, closely followed by the Canadian who mercilessly delivers the Cannonball Senton.

On the outside of the ring Sasha cooperates with Emma, successfully attempting a double clotheline on Charlotte who's totally turned inside-out and absolutely clueless about how the whole situation has so quickly shift from one side to another.

While she's still stunned on the concret Banks motions to the former NXT diva to execute her own submission lock, offering a bit of Payback to the taller blonde. As cries come out dripping on her cheeks Sasha adds her sick touch to the macabre display, as a maniacal laugh - very similar to Rollins' - escapes from her bloody lips.

The key player is still helpless in front of a madden man, trying to escape out of the Hell Banks lured him in, using every bit of will left in his body. Kevin's obviously quick to interrupt his dreams of mercy, as he Pop-Up Powerbombs him on the steel steps both the dangerous women brought up inside the ring after Charlotte fainted on the outside.

Two corpses on the floor are the reflection of Sasha's victory as she managed outsmarting the Mastermind. The red hurricane stands tall in the center of the ring, Charlotte's title hanging above her shoulder, stepping on the deadly weapon once more.

❝ What was your advice again ? Oh yeah, making valuable alliances.❞ The lethal Goddess mocks, recalling to Seth his own words, shame building up inside as his vision is slowly blurring instants before completely disappearing.

And for the first time of his disturbing life, the Devil's playground has been taking over by the younger wolves, replacing the ashes of his former pack.

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E L E N A ;

I just wanted to leave you with a last chapter before WM guys!

+ Hopefully I've managed to carry on the suspense ha!

+ What do you think Banks/Owens/Emma's actions will lead to ?

+ She def. got him good, you can pat yourself on the back Sasha, you mindgames queen.

love you all xxx