WWE Preferences

Seth Rollins: This is a shout out to my ex.

You looked at the photo on your phone, debating with yourself whether to press send and show off the photo of your ex to the world. You wanted to shame him and cause him just a small amount of the pain he had caused you. He had walked around so smug, but now you wanted to call him out, humiliate him, shout out to him through the power of social media, and show him who was boss once and for all.

Roman Reigns: Heard he in love with some other chick. Yeah yeah, that hurt me, I'll admit.

"Have you seen Roman's new profile picture?" Your best friend asked you, showing you the photo of Roman locking lips with someone else, someone who wasn't you. It was clear how in love they were, and while you had moved on, there was definitely a twang of pain in your heart, as much as you wanted to be strong, you knew it hurt bad looking at him happy with some other chick.

Dean Ambrose: Forget that boy, I'm over it.

You walked through the entrance of the club, free from anything ready to meet some boys and get drunk doing it. Tonight was the night you were going to cut Dean out of your life for good, show him that you were completely over him and that you had forgotten he even existed anymore. You knew you wanted him to realise he made a mistake letting you go, but you didn't care anymore, you were done with him.

Sami Zayn: I hope she gettin' better sex, hope she ain't fakin' it like I did, babe.

You watched Sami's interview as he spoke so lowly of you and your relationship, he went lower then you ever thought he would. "The sex wasn't great, my new girl is a better catch for sure." You watched the screen in disbelief, but little did he know of course he would be having sex with her, she didn't have to fake it because it sucked so bad. "Babe, you have no idea," you whispered at the screen in disgust.

Finn Balor: Took four long years to call it quits.

Four long years you spent at home sat waiting for Finn to text, call, pay a trip home, but everyday you would stare at your phone or the door but he would never bother with you. You'd waited four whole years to feel wanted and loved, but those long years drained it out of you, and you knew you had to end things. "I'm sorry, can't do this anymore, I'm done with this relationship," you told him over the phone.

Sheamus: Guess I should say thank you for the hate yous.

The years of lies the two of you had lived with each other, telling each other you loved the other but really deep down you knew it wasn't true. In the end Sheamus decided it was time for him to leave, he couldn't live a lie anymore. You watched him drag his cases down the stairs. "Thank you for hating me for all these years," you told him, walking out of the room as he grabbed his stuff and walked out of the door.

Neville: And the tattoos.

You looked down at the small inking on the inside of your wrist, a red heart with the letter N next to it for the initial of your ex boyfriend. Now looking at you, sat under your blankets curled up into a ball of despair, the permanent tattoo a reminder of your old relationships, the love you thought would last forever, but now all you had was a tattooed print that Neville left you with days ago.

Randy Orton: Oh baby, I'm cool by the way.

You sat down at the table, eating your food, staring at anything. Randy came and sat in front of you, but you had no idea why. He had broken up with you last week, and you couldn't think of anything worse then looking at him right now. "Hey doll, how are you doing?" Whilst inside you were furious that he came up to you, your calm side was telling you to shrug him off. "Yeah, I'm cool," you said, walking away.