______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.❞

At that point Banks is definitely drowning in her own frustration and obstinacy whilst Rollins grandly enjoys her rage, defeat seemingfully minutes away.

Though she dominated the early going of the match resulting in Kevin rooting and shouting for her, Charlotte's X factor soon took over.

In fourteen minutes Ric has already dragged Sasha out of the ring, been used as a human shield protecting his daughter at all cost and had the audacity to help breaking the submission hold whilst baby Flair was crying in agony.

He keeps countering her counter-counters as she has no choice but to hold inside the burning desire to slap the old man so hard the only two teeth he still got would be set flying.

As Charlotte's boot connects with Sasha's skull on the outside of the ring, she can nearly feel Flair approaching her damaged body. Probably out of instincts she manages to trip the tall blonde who heavily falls straight on her father.

People on the front stand on their feet, Banks lighting up their spirits as she's struggling yet not dying. A meaningful roar escapes from her lips as her lipstick's all over the place. Hanging on to the barricade, her mind desesperatly needs to set up a new plan to turn the tables around.

Unfortunately the only thing it manages to overhear is the referee's voice getting closer and closer to a double count out and the crowd chanting her name, foolishly attempting in fueling her will.

But it's not her will that is damaged, it's her main weapon: her brains.

❝ There is no way she's not making it back into that freaking ring.❞ Kevin mutters as if trying to reassure himself, biting his nails out of anxiety. 

Rollins on the other hand couldn't be more collected, his face contracted in a slight frown, his jaw locked until the final call. As the bell rings he crosses his arms and puts his attention on Owens' disappointed self.

❝ Guess this time she's sinking.❞  Escapes from his dry lips, content his point has been made once again. No chance in hell Banks can win that championship without his help.

What he hasn't foreseen however is the after scene of the match.

A familiar theme song plays in the back of Sasha's mind, seemingfully unsure if what she's witnessing is reality or her tired mind's fantasy. She soon understands it's option one.

Becky Lynch rushes on Banks without any hesitation, rolling her back on the ring, fuming at how their last encounter finished. Whilst the Lass Kicker sends her enemy flying with an Exploder Suplex, Kevin covers up his mouth with both his hands in shock.

In the end, even the most pure and delicate flower can be corrupted and turned in a venemous plant.

The Irish woman paces around the squared circle, torn up between her payback's opportunity and her precious principles. Her doubt gives Sasha an opening and allows her to crawl to the back, her head hurting from all the punishment she suffered during the night.

As she collapses down the crate beside both the Canadian and the Iowa native, she lets out a few moans drawing Owens' concern gaze. Banks struggles to find a position in which she can feel comfortable enough: an impossible task as her body took such a beatdown it has no choice but aching in pain.

The fierce woman roughly takes possession of Kevins bottle before thrusting it deep in her mouth, the frozen water resulting in making her shake a little each swallow. The Murder Bear, well aware of how much Sasha hates when people worry about her sake, attempts in lighting up the atmosphere with his legendary arse ways.

He seizes her red glasses and gently places them on the top of his head, causing Banks to choke on her water as she gives him a brief glance basically saying: "you're hopeless."

❝ You take mine, I take yours.❞ He softly explains before sliping away, carelessly walking towards his locker, the red glasses contrasting with his scornful stare.

Kevin indeed knows she has to reflect on her match, as she used to do back on their NXT days, analysing each flaws right after walking through the curtains.

Thing is, not everyone is incline to give her some space.

❝ Thirsty in defeat ?❞   ❝ Can your parasite self stop following me around ?❞

Sasha quickly snaps at him, growing exhausted of their boring conversations. The scene repeated itself for weeks, him reminding her she just isn't good enough.

❝ I'm evaluating your chances to get that title and from what I'm seeing, you're as far as it gets.

Except.❞  Rollins pauses right there, his gaze wandering around the place from the tech guys rushing around to the redheaded resting on the concret floor, slowly putting down the bottle in her hands as if it's a deadly knife she has to carefully manipulate.

❝ Except what ?❞  The cold hearted mastermind lights up her interest and squats down to her level so he can murmur in her ears, his breath warming up her neck. ❝ If you admit you need me. ❞

Her predictable reaction explodes to his face as she pushes him away with the little strenght still laying in her fists. It causes absolutely no shift in Seth's eyes as he keeps his deeply connected into Banks', both his feet firmly planted on the floor.

The red hurricane storms out of the irksome situation, frustrating in doing so the Architect who is used having people giving up to his white lies way easier than that.

❝ Mark my words Rollins, I'll rather die!❞

And she may as well fade away.

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E L E N A ;

Two days, two updates! I wanted to dedicate this one to Matilda who's the sweetest ever + I always appreciate your insights on each chapter + your book is a gem ♥

+ I'll try to add some hints sort of so you can figure the story's chronology.

+ How Owens & Rollins relationship seems to appear to you ?

+ Sadly Banks losing to Char but hey, hey, hey, who's back ? Fiery Bex couldn't disappear just like that!

+ Do you think Sasha will make a deal with the Devil and accept Seth's help ?

love you all beauts xx (can we all appreciate Styles' amazing hair ? thank you)