Hi all,

Here is the prologue to my new Seth Rollins story! Like my other stories, it's going to take place outside of kayfabe (wrestlers will be referred to by their real names as much as possible). I own no wrestlers but I do own my original characters, especially my OFC of this story.

I'm going to try and make this story a little bit different from what I've usually written - I'm going to try a different writing style heavy on dialogue and perhaps even make some characters unlikeable, or that you're unsure if you like them/able to relate to them. I'm not promising anything...I'm going to try, at least!

If you're like me and you like to visualize what the OFCs look like, my "face claim" for Yara Ghanbari is Nazanin Boniadi. If you Google her, I'm specifically talking about a portrait picture from "Homeland" where she is wearing steel blue hijab. Yara does not wear a hijab or turban; I just liked this particular picture of Nazanin.

I hope you all enjoy! Please leave a review, follow/favourite, and subscribe!

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"Are you kidding me? I'm going to be on display like a piece of meat?"

Stephanie McMahon did not appreciate the tone of Colby Lopez, the disdain for the information she just relayed to him clearly evident in his voice.

"Maybe you'll finally realize what women have been going through for thousands of years," she quipped back, to which he rolled his eyes. "You know as a top WWE Superstar you're going to be needed for charity appearances. You'll be helping our philanthropic efforts, not to mention Connor's Cure."

"I'm… I'm injured," he said.

Stephanie scoffed. "I don't see how you can be so against traveling to New York City on the company's dime," she said.

"Maybe if you'd given me a bit more notice."

It was Stephanie's turn to roll her eyes. For a grown man, Colby could be like a moody teenager. She blamed it on all the music he listened to. "The event is at the Brookfield Ballroom at 8pm, Friday night. You'll be there representing the WWE, who will be auctioning off a Fan Experience at the WWE Performance Centre – proceeds are going to Connor's Cure," she explained to him curtly, her words final. "Any questions?"

"Do I really have to wear a suit?"

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"You're coming with me to the sports banquet Friday night, right? Don't you want to bag an athlete?"

Yara Ghanbari rolled her eyes at her best friend and colleague Laura Higgins, who always saying things just to get a rise out of her, especially in the past few months. Yara swivelled in her office chair to face Laura, who was smirking. "Aren't you the one who nabbed that Yankees player last year? Whatever happened to him?" she asked.

"Oh, he was no fun," Laura waved off Yara's comment. "Come on, you have to come. So many athletes and sports professionals in one room? You're bound to get a good scoop on something for your column."

Yara hated when Laura was right. If she didn't go to the event, she'd miss out on some important insider exclusives that would get her another bonus, raise, or cubicle away from Laura (seriously, she loved her, but they needed to be separated at work). Yara mused for a few moments. "What does one even wear to one of these things?" she asked in jest. Going to these types of events was part of her job.

Laura clapped excitedly. "Black and busty. No man can deny that."