Might as well get the usual formalities out of the way first: though I wish, these characters are not my own creations, however, what I put the poor guys through is. Also, rating is just to be on the safe side. There is some violence, but nothing in-depth nor explicit, and there is no slash, just the boys being friends. Lastly, a lot of Dean fiction that I've read has Dean cursing a lot, which I think fits him well. However, as a rule, I don't curse in everyday life, and therefore, I don't in my writing either. If Dean's dialogue seems to be missing something, it's probably just missing a few f-bombs lol.

This is my first wrestling fanfiction (only my second fanfiction ever). I was really nervous about writing it since I know how picky some readers in this genre can be. Therefore, any constructive comments/reviews would be greatly appreciated, and may help give me the confidence boost I need to continue writing fiction :)

Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy the story!

Chapter 1

"I'm so sick of you always thinking you're better than us!" Ambrose yelled, motioning not only to himself, but to Rollins as well. Dean's anger was not only evident in his voice, but also in his red face and twitchy body movements. Reigns merely smirked and shrugged his shoulders as if to say he was just telling the truth–he was better than Ambrose and Rollins. Dean balled up his fists, and the only thing that stopped those fists from meeting Roman's smug face, was Seth's interference. The slender, but muscular man, the youngest of the three, squeezed himself between the two heated men. "Guys, this has to stop! We're going to keep getting torn apart if we can't get on the same page," Seth pleaded, tired of the constant bickering.

Seth was easily brushed aside by Ambrose, "Well why don't we just have the 'All Mighty' Roman protect us?" he asked, goading the big man on.

"Seth, I would protect. You, on the other hand, I'd have to think twice about," Reigns replied with a chuckle.

Ambrose, who lunged at Reigns once more, was stopped again by Rollins' intervening arms. "Please, can we at least get to our locker room without killing each other?" Seth asked imploringly. All three men were sweaty from their match, which ended only a few moments ago, and Seth hoped that once they were cleaned up and changed, perhaps both hard-headed men would be more reasonable.

"Psh, fat chance," Ambrose muttered.

Reigns shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not going back to the locker room just yet...I'll see you guys later though," Roman said as he turned and walked away, ignoring Rollins' urgings that the two men reconcile first.

"Yeah man, I'm out of here too. I'll see you in a bit," Ambrose said, turning a deaf ear to Seth as well. Before he knew it, Seth was left standing in an empty hallway by himself, trying to reason with thin air. After a few exasperated minutes of silently raging, Seth promised himself that the next time the three men were together in the same room, he wouldn't let them back out again until they'd settled their differences once and for all.

Shoulders slumped in momentary defeat, Seth turned to make his was back to his locker room, but collided with something unexpected...something solid and muscular. Then, the lights went out. There was no time to call for help, nor time to make a plan. Rollins simply fought with pure instinct in the pitch black darkness. Punches came from all directions and landed in all sorts of places on Rollins' body. Ignoring the pain, he fought on, trying his best to find a wall to put his back against for at least a little protection.

"Seth?!" It was Ambrose calling for him in the darkness. Dean never liked anyone knowing about his sensitive side, but when it came to Rollins, he just couldn't blow off his best friend like he had earlier. He'd felt bad about leaving Seth flustered, and on his own, after his and Roman's fight. Seth would never admit it to the other two members, but Dean had known Seth long enough to understand exactly how being the peacekeeper between Roman and Dean took a toll on the younger man. Seth put on a brave face, but Dean knew it tore his friend up every time the other two fought. He'd come back to check on Seth and apologize, but in a dark hallway of the arena was not how he had expected to make his apology.

"Dean...umph, run!" Seth managed to yell, though the wind had been knocked out of him mid-sentence by a giant fist. Rollins swung wildly, aiming for nothing in the darkness, but hoping to collide with as many attackers as possible. A few time he felt his punches connect with heads, but other than that, he wasn't sure who was taking more punishment, them or him. Either way, his only goal, at this point, was to give Ambrose time to find his way through the darkness and out of the fight.

Finally, Seth got a good grip on the front of someone's shirt, and as he drew his fist back to punch his attacker as hard as he could–in what he hoped would be their face–the lights came back on, momentarily stunning him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Ambrose shouted in alarm, trying to block his face from Seth's looming fist. Startled, Seth let Ambrose go.

"Sorry man," was all Seth could say as he leaned against the wall, slowly sliding to the floor with a grimace. Ambrose was torn whether to protect his fallen brother or get help. The second opinion seemed more practical, so Dean burst off, finding an outlet for his pent up energy in running to get help.