The love I Never Knew about

11

Seth, Sasha and Roman sat around a small TV at a local training center in Chicago while seated on foldable chairs, studying previous Hell in a Cell matches to see how they could up their game and make theirs as historical as possible. Sasha, without a doubt, was well on her way-being the first woman to do it, together with Charlotte.

It made Sasha a little nervous, as she unknowingly started nibbling on her lower lip. Seth noticed, and placed an arm on the back of her chair.

Okay, so the first thing we need to work on is your stamina," he pointed out. "There's going to be a lot of high-intensity spots that's going to require a shit load of energy, so you'll need a mix of cardio and heavy lifting. We'll do a lot of long simulation matches, too."

Sasha nodded, eyes glued to the screen as she watched Mankind jump from the top of the cell and land on the Undertaker.

"What's this?" Kevin Owens approached them, taking a foldable chair that was stacked against a wall and placing it beside Roman. "You guys studying?"

Yeah, mostly to help out Banks," Seth replied, placing a hand on the back of her head.

Sasha made a face at him before grabbing the remote and rewinding to the part where Mick Foley jumped off of the cell. "How do you pull that off?" she asked.

All three men looked at each other before Roman asked, "You're serious?"

Yeah, why?" Sasha furrowed her brows a little

Um, that's a high-impact move. Are you sure your body can take it?" Kevin asked, his protective father instinct coming out. "I'm sure you and Charlotte can keep the match interesting without having to climb the top of that thing."

Seth and Roman seemed to have agreed, and that pissed off Sasha, her bratty side coming out. "I thought you guys were helping me!"

Sash," Seth started, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. "Come on, don't be like that."

No, you promised you were going to help me!" she told Seth, pulling her hand away. "You know I'm still going to try and do it, even with you patronizing me."

It's not like that, Sash," Seth tried to explain, anxiously making eye contact with Kevin and Roman.

No," Sasha said firmly. "Ever since we started this whole women's revolution thing, a lot of guys in the back have been making fun of us for it, like it's not possible to be head on head-like we're just one big joke."

Roman frowned. "That's not true, baby girl," he said.

No. It is. I've seen it," she continued. "Maybe you three may give us the same respect, but not everyone," Sasha was beginning to lose it-her eyes filling with tears as she fought the urge to cry in front of them. Her nerves were getting the better of her, making her more panicky and emotional than usual.

Hey," Seth pulled her in for a hug. "Just calm down. Calm down, alright?" he kissed her temple. "You're just nervous about the match, but you'll be fine," he commented.

Kevin and Roman watched them with amusement. Seth rolled his eyes at them before continuing to comfort Sasha. "Relax. I said I was going to help you, and I will. Now go change and we can start with a few in-ring moves. We'll do the turnbuckles first, then we can work our way up."

Sasha nodded quietly, muttering a "Sorry," to Kevin and Roman for having a mini meltdown before walking away to change.

Wow," Kevin smirked at Seth. "That was...interesting."

Yeah, yeah. Shut up," Seth scowled, making Roman and Kevin laugh.

.........

You alright?" Seth asked after they had finished with training. Seated at a nearby Starbucks, Sasha sipped on her drink and nodded.