He said what ….? Seth was already having a hard time with everything that was going on. First of all .. Roman and him weren’t on good terms anymore. He was sure that friendship soured when he tried to shit talk Dean after having left him. Now, there was Dolph, spreading rumors about him behind his back. First of all, he didn’t like when other’s viewed him as the weak one, other than Roman & Dean. ( They had a special relationship, of course all he cared about at the time were their opinions of him. And if he looked weak to them, that was fine. ) But to anyone else, Dolph, for example, it was a quick way to having the Iowan lose his mind. All he had been doing since Dean had left was trying to mend the sadness that the other had left him in. He was trying to prove to the WWE Universe, ( and most importantly, himself ) that he could be strong, with or without Dean by his side. With or without Roman by his side. And he thought, it was working, up until he heard a little rumor flying around the lockeroom, that he wasn’t all that strong. That Dean was the strong one, and Seth, was the weakest link. Funny thing was ( yes, funny ) was if Dean was around, and hadn’t have left, he wouldn’t have cared about ANYTHING that had come from Dolph’s mouth. But now he was exposed and vulnerable, and there was nothing he could do, other than TRY so hard to show how strong he was. ( Even though, he wasn’t that strong at all ).
“How about no?” He suddenly snapped towards the other, his arms wrapped around his chest. ( That was another small thing that he did when he felt threatened ). “If I went around, spreading rumors about you, would you like it?” He didn’t expect the other to actually answer that question right off the bat, because he knew, the other would just throw a horse shit sorta answer at him. He never took Dolph seriously, he was always a smug little two bit asshole in his eyes, not one that was worth his time, unless he wanted attention. Well, he got it, but not in a good sort of way. “If you just wanted my attention, why don’t you, oh y'know, come talk to me? Come to my hotel room during down time – ? Instead, you have to spread stupid rumors which’ll have everyone question me, including my best friend. I’m pretty sure you’re the reason he punched me in the face, so thanks for that.” He was already irritated. He rubbed at his eyes a little, followed by a long sigh. It had already been a long day.
“ – So what the hell do you want from me huh? And don’t give me a bullshit answer,cause I don’t have the time.”
Dolph knew that Seth wasn’t having the best time right now -- anyone backstage could see it. Hell, he was fairly certain that the fans could see it, what with how desperate his promos had become. How he scrambled to assemble his own group of supporters to help keep him afloat in the turbulent sea that was WWE. How he lashed out at anyone and everyone in a desperate attempt to look superior and composed. Maybe it was a low blow to talk about someone struggling so hard to maintain some semblance of control over their life, but Dolph had never claimed to take the high road -- or to even consider it, for that matter. It hadn’t been intentional, at least not at first. People had been talking about Seth’s new gimmick backstage and it had slipped out that Dolph thought it was all bullshit. The second time, and the time after that, though? It had been completely intentional. He wasn’t even really sure why he took the time to say things about Seth, just that he made an easy target and it was gratifying to talk shit about someone else ( those were his motivations for a solid ninety-percent of the things he said ).
Seth was confronting him now, in his face and visibly tensed, shoulders set at a severe angle to match the strain of his jaw. “Rollins, I talk shit about everyone -- don’t think that you’re special, ‘cause you’re not,” Dolph retorted, crossing his own arms and scoffing loudly. “And Reigns punching you was his choice. Don’t put that on me. Besides, I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking: you’re a fraud, and someone needs to call you out.” Framed that way, it almost sounded as if Dolph was doing a public service. Shoving his hair out of his face, an irritated expression fixed on the other wrestler. “You’re acting like you’re better than everyone else-” Pot, meet kettle. “-and you’re not. You’re calling yourself a Messiah, like you’re gonna save wrestling, but you can’t even save yourself. Hell, you couldn’t even stop Ambrose from leaving you, how do you think you’re gonna change an entire company?” That was a low blow, and Dolph knew it, but he didn’t regret it. At least, not yet.
A deep breath, stepping forward, further into Seth’s space. “I want you to admit it, Rollins. That this is all a lie. That you’re full of shit.”
