Chapter Text
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything. All characters used are property of their respective companies; WWE, ROH, NJPW, GFW, or TNA. Any insults directed toward a wrestler, company, or owber is not my direct opinion. Any and all songs or song lyrics - just like the title, which was taken from the song Dead Bite by Hollywood Undead - used are not my property, and the band/singer will be given credit in the Author's Note below. This is a work of fiction, and has never nor will ever happen.
Warning: strong homophobia and misogyny, cursing, drinking, feels, and lots of fluff
A/N: This is not something I wanted to write, but I felt the need to. I'm obsessed with the Bullet Club and Seth Rollins, so this urge to combine them was unbearable. What am I even doing anymore? I seriously wish I knew.
Anyways! This chapter is just an introductory chapter and will be set sometime into next year. If you take the time to read this, please comment, kudos, and subscribe.
Chapter One:
Seth Rollins used to be a name feared by others. Most decorated FCW Superstar in history, inaugural NXT Champion after a display of dominance over his opponents, one third of the most feared stable in WWE history - which he destroyed, WWE World Heavyweight Champion, and the Authority's new Golden Boy.
That was back then, of course. Before the Authority fucked up his match against John Cena at Summerslam and cost him his precious belt. Before he flipped his shit and was ejected from the Authority and dubbed as a Failure.
Before he went on a thirty seven match losing streak and only barely picked up wins against jobbers in dark matches.
Ambrose and Reigns shot up to the top. Reigns taking the championship off Cena, where he and his brother fought over it for months (Reigns had turned heel during his feud with Cena because the fans just didn't want him to have the belt, but Vince McMahon stopped caring). Reigns let the power go to his head, and Ambrose decided to knock him off his high horse.
The sheer irony of the situation is painful.
Seth had betrayed his brothers - the biggest mistake he's ever made in his entire life - to get to the top, to be the guy. He wouldn't have a chance otherwise.
You see, he's never been seen as the future of a company. He might've been called an up and coming star, but that's it. He was never Mr. ROH, he was never a Briscoe. He wasn't part of the long term for any company he's ever been in.
Getting into the WWE made Seth think that maybe things would be different. Maybe he'd get the chance he never had.
Then he was overshadowed by Roman Reigns's strength, Dean Ambrose's mouth, and the entirety of the Shield. He loves his brothers, loved spending every second with them. The only reason he turned his back on them was so he could finally be the guy, and Triple H promised him that.
He hated doing it, you know? He hated pretending they never meant shit to him, he hated having to run away from them, he hated having to gang up on them.
He despised who he had become, but he did it for power.
Well, look who's laughing now.
Seth feels everyday like his job is in jeopardy, that if he doesn't do something big real fast then.. then he's not going to be anything anymore.
He's plotting every night, just like tonight, about his next move. What will he do to become Mr. Relevant again?
That's when he gets a call from an unknown number.
"Hello."
"Hello, sorry to be calling so late. Is this Seth Rollins?"
"The one and only," Seth replies slowly, "How may I help you?"
"My name is Jeff Jarrett, owner of Global Force Wrestling. I have a proposition for you that you can not refuse."