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𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑩𝒊𝒏𝒅 (𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒙 𝑶𝑪) - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

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A/N: she's back again. hope you enjoy this one as always, please leave me replies and likes n shit because it helps with the motivation and i love talking to people about it gahhh

CW/TW: light angst, mentions of violence, and Seth Rollins. he needs a warning on his own.

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Eight years.

Eight. Fucking. Years.

Pushing a decade since Roman Reigns had last seen Seth Rollins. And now, after all that time, he was headed straight for a meeting that felt uncomfortably like stepping into a cage with a venomous animal. A serpent, slick and coiled, lying in wait.

The SUV hummed steadily beneath his hands, the engine a low growl that matched the tension curling in his chest. Beside him, Nate sat with a distant, unreadable expression, her fingers tracing slow, absent-minded circles on the fabric of her jeans. Her usual veneer of sharp, calculated confidence had been replaced by something raw and unpolished—like a blade that had been sharpened too many times and now threatened to snap. The incident with Boris and Alexei ganging up on Katya… and the vicious switch in her father’s disposition during their last encounter. It all shook her—more than she let on. But even now, she carried herself with a quiet intensity that made it clear she wasn’t fragile. Whatever storm churned behind her eyes, it hadn’t broken her.

Behind them, the low murmur of voices from the backseat added a strange counterpoint to the thick silence up front. Jimmy and Jey were mid-banter as usual, the rhythm of their exchange as natural as breathing, while Sami—wedged awkwardly between them—offered occasional nervous laughs. Solo, however, was silent, his presence brooding and heavy, as if he could fill the entire vehicle with his sheer displeasure.

Roman’s gaze flicked to the rearview mirror, catching his enforcer’s watchful eyes. The unspoken tension between them was a steady undercurrent, but Roman chose not to address it. It wasn’t worth it.

Not yet.

“I’m just sayin’, man,” Jimmy piped up, leaning forward with a grin. “Two weeks before Christmas is a hell of a time to be dragging us out like this. You know what I could’ve been doin’ instead?”

“Ain’t no better time for business than now,” Jey replied, nudging his twin. “Half these fools too busy kissin’ under mistletoe to notice what’s really goin’ on.”

Sami chuckled anxiously, his eyes darting over at Nate as if seeking her approval. “I mean… it’s intense, right? Meeting Seth Rollins. The guy is—”

“A snake,” Roman cut in sharply, his voice like a crack of thunder in the confined space. His jaw tightened, and his fingers flexed on the wheel. “Seth’s a snake. Always has been.”

Nate’s lips twitched, a flicker of amusement that didn’t quite form into a smile. She didn’t need to ask for details; Roman had already told her the whole story in his rare moment of unguarded honesty the night of Alexei’s engagement celebration. How Seth’s betrayal had nearly cost him everything—not just regarding business, but his pride.

She could understand that. Hell, she could even empathise. Traitors weren’t just dangerous—they were personal.

“I-I know it’s not my place to ask,” Sami ventured hesitantly, “But… you sure about this, Boss?”

Roman didn’t bother looking at him. His eyes stayed locked on the road, the stretch of asphalt ahead illuminated by the harsh glare of the SUV’s headlights. “We do what we have to,” he said flatly. “If Seth has something we could use, we’re gonna take it. End of story.”

Sami shrank back slightly, his nervous energy radiating like static. Beside Roman, Nate stirred, her voice low enough that only he could hear.

“Before we get there,” she murmured, “A warning.”

Roman arched a brow, a muscle in his jaw ticking. “Oh? You think I need one?”

“I think your pride has a nasty habit of making decisions for you,” she replied evenly, cool but not unkind.

The twins exchanged a glance in the backseat, Jey arching an eyebrow at Jimmy as if to say, “She’s really pushing it, huh?” Sami, ever the peacemaker, tried to lighten the mood with a small chuckle.

“You really know how to keep him on his toes, Nate,” he offered.

Nate didn’t even glance back, her focus fixed on Roman. “Seth’s not here to settle a score,” she continued. “He’s here because his wife’s convinced him to offer information. And you’d better make sure to keep any ego on a leash before you let it get the better of you.”

Roman’s grip on the wheel was almost death-like. But he didn’t snap at her. Not this time. Instead, he just let her comment hang like a taut wire about to break.

Jimmy let out a low whistle, leaning back in his seat. “Man, I ain’t ever seen anyone talk to you like that before, Uce.”

“Shut up,” Roman muttered, though there was no real venom in his voice.

As the SUV slowed to a stop at their destination—a deserted parking lot on the outskirts of the city—Roman scanned the area with a practised eye. The single streetlamp overhead cast long, spidery shadows across the cracked pavement, and the only other vehicle in sight was a dark sedan parked a safe distance away.

Nate was already unbuckling her seatbelt, her movements quick and efficient. “Stay here,” she said without looking at Roman. “I just need to make sure they’re ready for… Uh, well, you.”

Roman’s gaze narrowed, his lips curving into a faint, wolfish grin. “You actin’ like I can’t handle myself, Volkov.”

“I’m acting like someone who knows a shitshow when she sees one,” Nate shot back, her tone edged with just enough sarcasm to make him pause. “Give me five minutes.”

He stared at her for a long moment, the weight of his scrutiny pressing down on her like a physical force. But to her credit, she didn’t flinch.

“Fine,” he said at last, leaning back in his seat with a sigh. “But don’t take too long.”

As Nate stepped out of the SUV, the twins exchanged a look of disbelief.

“You see that?” Jey whispered, elbowing Jimmy. “She’s got him on a leash, man.”

Jimmy grinned, shaking his head. “Ain’t no leash. She’s jus–”

“Enough,” Roman growled, cutting off their laughter with a single word.

But even as he said it, he couldn’t shake the strange sense of unease coiling in his chest. He watched Nate approached the sedan, her silhouette sharp and unyielding against the harsh glow of the streetlamp.

“Man, she’s somethin’ else,” Jey muttered under his breath.

“Yeah,” Jimmy agreed quietly. “But, uh, you think she’s… worth it?”

Roman didn’t answer. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on Nate, his thoughts a tangled web of doubt, frustration, and something dangerously close to admiration.

In the rear end of the car, Solo shifted, his eyes narrowing as he also watched Nate, but with an intensity that bordered on hostility.

“She’s takin’ liberties,” he hummed.

“Yeah?” Roman said, eyeing Solo in the rearview mirror. “You got a problem with that?”

Jaw tightening, Solo refused to reply. The silence that followed was heavy and oppressive—Roman practically felt the heavy tension between them, thick enough to choke on.

Nate adjusted her jacket against the chill of the evening as she stepped out and away from the SUV. She needed this meeting to go well. She knew that there’d have to be some… discussion prior to bringing Roman into the equation, but she wasn’t prepared for just how much the idea of explaining Roman’s involvement to Seth would feel like walking into a minefield.

Seth Rollins wasn’t exactly known for his restraint, and based on what Roman had told her about their history… it wasn’t going to be a friendly reunion.

As she approached them, Becky noticed her and gave a sly smile. She had one arm casually slung around Seth’s shoulders, leaning into him like they were in their own world. Seth, meanwhile, glanced at Nate with open curiosity and mild suspicion.

“You’re finally here,” Becky said. “Thought maybe you’d changed your mind about meeting the second-best architect in New York.”

Nate raised an eyebrow. “Second-best? You finally admitting defeat?”

Becky laughed. “Not a chance.”

Nate’s attention turned to Seth, who studied her carefully. He wasn’t what she expected—not entirely, anyway. His sharp eyes gave him an air of unpredictability, and his grin held a touch of mischief. But there was something grounded about it, too, like he was the only one keeping Becky tethered to reality. And… possibly vice versa.

“And you must be Seth Rollins,” Nate offered a hand. “Thanks for coming. Becky told me… a bit about you.”

Seth clasped her hand, his grip firm but not overbearing. “Yeah, well, Becks tends to leave out the boring parts. So what’s the deal? She said you needed help, but she wasn’t exactly handing out details.”

Nate hesitated. She wasn’t one for oversharing, but there was no avoiding this part. “We’ll get to that,” she said, glancing at Becky for support. “But first… I just need to let you know… something.” She cringed a little at her inability to correctly construct what was sure to be a groundbreaking revelation for both of them. “The other… person I’m working with. It’s… Well, it’s someone you’ve… known before?” Nate clasped her hands together, furrowing her brows at Seth.

Becky immediately straightened, sensing the apprehension in Nate’s voice. “Oh, God, Nate, who?”

Nate looked between them, weighing her words carefully. “Uh… Roman Reigns.”

The reaction was instant. Seth stiffened, his jaw tightening as he pulled his hands up to his head like he’d been burned. “Nope,” he said flatly, stepping back. “I’m out.”

Becky blinked, caught off-guard. “Seth—”

“No way,” he cut her off, pacing a short distance away. “I’m not working with that guy. Are you serious, Becky? You couldn’t warn me about this?”

“I didn’t know either!”

Nate held up a hand, trying to calm him. “Look, I know—”

“No, you don’t know,” Seth interrupted, pointing at her. “That guy? He’s a control freak. Thinks he’s better than everyone else. Hell, he probably still thinks he owns the damn universe.”

“Hang on, that’s not fair,” Nate said curtly, surprising even herself with the edge in her voice. Seth’s eyes snapped to her, but she didn’t hesitate. “Not based on what I’ve been told, anyway.”

“Ohhh of course, he’s told you everything, right?”

“Seth–”

“He’s told you allll about the times he got all the credit, he got all the adulation from everyone we ever came across. And all about the time I was told, I was promised, an out if I took him out!”

“No, he hasn’t told me about the charisma he clearly possesses more than you do, but he definitely told me all about you pulling a gun out on him out of nowhere after years of loyalty,” Nate gritted her teeth, swallowing her words as soon as she said them.

Seth’s brows angled downward as he glared at Nate. He was already ready to go back into his hole and crack open a beer. But his wife had dragged him here, meaning it had to have been important. But still…

“I’m not getting dragged into whatever ego trip he’s on this time.”

Nate took a steadying breath, reining in her impulse to defend Roman further. She wasn’t here to argue; she was here to get Seth on board. Focus.

“Look,” she said, lowering her voice, “I’m not asking you to be his best friend. I’m asking you to help me. My family could be in danger—my little sister could be in danger. People are already dead because of this, and if we don’t get to the bottom of it, there’ll be more.”

Even though Seth’s expression hardened, he didn’t walk away. So Nate pressed on, sensing an opening.

“I get it,” she said softly. “You don’t like him. I’m not asking you to. But this isn’t about Roman—it’s about stopping this mass assassination. A military-grade shipment of weapons stolen in plain sight. Damian Priest. Gone. Bad Bunny and his men. Gone. Some of the most powerful people I’ve personally ever met. Whoever is behind it, has the balls to take out an entire underground, and I’ll be damned if my family is next. My sister is twenty-years-old. Barely experienced the world. I’ve protected her up until now, but who knows how much further that can go?” She licked her lips, taking a tentative step toward Seth.

“Surely you must know what that feels like… the need to protect your family.”

She let the words hang there for a minute, knowing the implication would hit him. Seth’s gaze moved to Becky, who was watching him carefully. The subtle shift in his expression told Nate she’d struck a nerve.

“You don’t play fair, do you?” Seth muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re just like her.”

Nate glanced at Becky, who smirked at her husband. “Told you she was a smart one,” she said. “And for the record, she’s not wrong. This is bigger than any grudge any of us have.”

Seth sighed, looking between the two women. “Damn it,” he grumbled. Finally, he turned to Nate. “Fine. I’ll help. But don’t expect me to be nice about it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Nate said, a small smile on her face as she did.

Seth squinted his eyes at her, but there was no real malice behind it. “You better know what you’re doing,” he said.

“I always do,” she replied. Then, after a pause, she added, “Thank you. Really.”

Seth waved her off, already walking back toward Becky. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t make me regret this.”

“Noted,” Nate agreed with a nod before swiftly turning and heading back to the SUV to retrieve Roman. A small wash of relief took her; convincing Seth to work with Roman, even if brief and loose, would never be an easy feat. But she’d done it.

She pulled open the car door and slid halfway inside, immediately sensing the anticipation dwelling on the inside, with Roman sitting stone-faced and the rest of his crew watching her expectantly.

“Well?” Jey asked first, leaning forward slightly.

“It’s… complicated,” Nate admitted, looking directly at Roman. “It’s probably best if you come alone. Seth’s already skittish, and adding more of an entourage won’t help.”

Jimmy and Jey exchanged glances but didn’t argue. Sami nodded diplomatically. “Yeah, probably doesn’t help if we roll in looking like we’re about to start a turf war.”

Solo, on the other hand, scowled. His arms were crossed, his usual stoic demeanour giving way to something closer to frustration. “You want him to go alone?”

“It’s not ideal,” she carefully accepted. “But it’s the best chance we have of keeping things somewhat civil. Neutral.”

The enforcer’s glare shifted to Roman, silently challenging him. Roman exhaled through his nose, the barest flash of irritation crossing his face. “I’ll be fine,” he affirmed, locking eyes with Solo. “You don’t need to babysit me.”

“Ain’t about babysittin’,” Solo stiffly countered. “It’s about makin’ sure you safe, Chief. That’s my job.”

Roman’s gaze softened just enough to be noticeable. “And you do your job better than anyone… But this ain’t a fight, Solo. It’s a conversation. Let me handle it.”

Solo hesitated but eventually nodded, though his posture remained rigid. On guard. Nate noted the exchange but didn’t comment, instead nodding toward the door. “Come on, bol’shoy paren’,” she said to Roman. “Let’s get this shit done.”

They both stepped out into the cool night air, the silence between them stretching as they walked. Nate glanced at Roman, noticing how his jaw was already clenching as he caught the distant sight of his former brother, and let out a heavy sigh.

“Don’t be a bitch about this, alright?” she breathed, her tone light but pointed.

Roman shot her a sidelong look, one dark eyebrow arching. “You think I’m incompetent, Princess?”

Nate smirked, a spark of mischief lighting her eyes. She tilted her head slightly, her British accent dropping with playful mockery. “Oh, I definitely don’t think you’re incompetent, darling.”

Roman’s lips twitched, his expression briefly cracking with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. He didn’t miss the way she emphasised the word, the memory of their most recent encounter whispering between them like a live wire. “Watch it,” he teased, the heat in his tone anything but malicious.

They reached the middle of the parking lot, where Seth and Becky were waiting by their car. As soon as Roman and Seth locked eyes, the tension skyrocketed. It was like watching two apex predators sizing each other up, neither willing to back down. Roman stood tall, his presence commanding as always, while Seth leaned casually against the car, his smirk a deliberate provocation.

Nate exchanged a quick glance with Becky, who looked equally bewildered by the sudden standoff. “What the fuck…” Becky mumbled under her breath, looking between the two men.

“Don’t ask me,” Nate replied quietly, crossing her arms. “I think this is just… testosterone.”

The silence stretched out uncomfortably until Nate finally decided to intervene. “Right,” she said, clearing her throat. “What have you got for us, Seth?”

Without breaking eye contact with Roman, Seth pushed off the car and gestured toward the trunk. “Back here.”

Roman frowned. “Why?”

Seth glanced at him with an unreadable facade.

“Because I’m going to kill you, put you in my trunk, and piss on your corpse,” he said with a deadpan delivery.

Becky audibly groaned, her head falling into her hand. “Jesus, Seth…”

It was hard to tell if the emotion that caught Roman was amusement or annoyance.

“Charming,” he said dryly.

“Hey,” Seth shrugged, “Just getting it out of my system.”

“Done yet?” the Samoan asked flatly.

“Not even close,” Seth shot back, opening the trunk.

Becky sighed, leaning toward Nate. “This is going great, don’t you think?”

“Oh, swimmingly,” Nate snorted, thick with sarcasm. Roman and Seth could continue their silent battle of wills if they wanted, but for now, she was more concerned about keeping the night from devolving into chaos.

Seth motioned toward the open trunk, revealing a stack of folders and a laptop that looked like it had seen its fair share of back-alley dealings. He picked up the top folder, flipping it open too casually, considering the weight of the information inside.

“Here’s what I’ve got,” he began, his tone switching to professional. “I’ve been keeping tabs on movements that feel… off. Have been for years, call it a… hobby of sorts. Funds shifting around, old accounts suddenly waking up—things that don’t scream ‘legit.’” He glanced at Roman, smirking a little. “So, when exactly did this shipment of yours go missing?”

“September,” Roman replied.

“Hmm,” Seth murmured, pulling out a piece of paper with a handwritten timeline. “Figures.” He looked at Becky briefly before continuing. “You said Damian Priest was taken out during the same event, right? What’d it look like? Close quarters? Long range?”

Roman exchanged a look with Nate, acutely aware of her close connection with some of The Judgement Day members. “Sniper. Precise. A single shot between the eyes.”

Seth’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “Interesting. That’s not just skill, that’s money—serious money. You want that kinda precision, you’re not hiring your cousin’s buddy from down the block. You’re bringing in someone with credentials.”

Roman crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes. “Professional. Just like we thought.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying…” Seth gave him a look that screamed obviously, before pulling out another folder, opening it to reveal a printout of a bank statement. “Now, here’s where it gets fun. I’ve been tracking some weird transfers—big ones. They’ve been popping up since late August. All routing through an account I haven’t seen active since 2015.”

Nate leaned forward slightly, looking down at the statement. “And the account belongs to…?”

Seth tapped the paper with a finger. “Back in the day, it was listed under the name ‘Shattered Dreams Armory.’ A nice little alias for weapons trading. But now?” He flipped to another page, showing a different name associated with a recent transfer. “It’s going under ‘Viper Machinery.’”

Roman’s brow furrowed, and he exchanged a quick glance with Nate, who was visibly processing the information. “Viper Machinery,” Roman repeated under his breath before shaking his head slowly. “I’m not sure I’ve heard of it.”

“Not surprising,” Seth said. “Whoever’s running it is smart. They’re keeping their tracks covered. But these transfers?” He pointed down at the statement. “They’re big. Someone’s moving a lot of money, and they’re using old channels to do it. Feels like someone’s waking up old ghosts to pull this off.”

“You got specifics? Dates? Amounts?”

Seth rolled his eyes at Roman, needling his tone somewhat. “Do I look like I half-ass this kinda thing? Of course I’ve got specifics.” He flipped the page again, showing the detailed breakdown of the transfers. “August, a hundred grand. September, another two-fifty. October, half a mil. All to this account.”

Roman reached for the folder, but Seth didn’t hand it over immediately, instead holding it just out of reach. “You’re welcome, by the way,” he said sarcastically.

Roman’s jaw tightened, and Nate groaned loudly. “Chert voz’mi, bozhe moy,” she muttered, stepping between them. “Can we not do this right now? Just give him the bloody folder, Rollins.”

Seth relented, but not without a small glare from Becky, who was clearly unimpressed with his antics. Roman opened the folder, scanning the contents quickly. His face scrunched up as he processed the information. Shattered Dreams Amory… So familiar, yet so far out of his grasp of recollection.

“You’re welcome,” Seth repeated smugly, leaning against the car, like he couldn’t help himself.

“For what?” Roman looked up at him. “Doin’ the bare minimum?”

Seth grinned. “For not charging you, big guy. Information like this doesn’t come cheap. You should be thanking me.”

“Thank you,” Roman said dryly, making it more than obvious that he didn’t mean a bit of it.

Nate pinched the bridge of her nose, squeezing her eyes before holding a hand out between the two men. “Are you two done measuring dicks, or do I need to referee?”

Seth chuckled, as though he’d just heard the funniest thing in the world, which prompted Becky to roll her eyes and nudge her husband. “For the love of God,” she said. “You’re not twelve.”

“I’m just saying,” he replied innocently, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

Roman ignored the banter, flipping through the folder in his hands, before glancing back up at Seth. “Anythin’ else?”

Seth actually hesitated for a fraction of a second, blinking at Roman like he wanted to say something more but thought better of it. Instead, he confidently shook his head. “On them? Not yet. But if you’re dealing with someone who’s willing to reanimate a name like Shattered Dreams, you’re in deep. And not the fun kind of deep.”

“Great,” Nate mumbled, her patience wearing thin. “Just what we needed to hear.”

Roman closed the folder with a snap. “Let’s keep this movin’.”

Becky leaned against the edge of the sedan, producing a brown envelope from inside the trunk. “Alright,” she began, glancing between Roman and Nate, “My turn. After we agreed to meet, I took it upon myself to make a few calls. Got in touch with a couple of lads who owe me a few favours.”

Nate’s head snapped towards her, sharpening her features. “You what? Becky, are you serious? Why the fuck would you bring more people into this?”

The redhead raised an eyebrow, completely unbothered by the outburst. “Relax, Sherlock. A shootout in a warehouse isn’t exactly the kind of thing people overlook. You think nobody was gonna notice? Someone was bound to find out something happened there eventually.”

“And who, exactly, did you talk to?”

“Finn Bálor,” Becky said calmly, “And JD McDonagh… You know them.”

“That’s exactly the problem!” Nate hissed. “I’ve already had Rhea down my throat, Beck, I didn’t exactly want the rest of Judgement Day sniffing around. I’m pretty sure they already think it was my dad who did all thi–”

“Was it?” Seth flat-out asked. Nate glared over at him, taking a heavy breath through her nose.

“Listen, Rollins, I already don’t like y–”

“Would you relax?” Becky cut her off, holding up her hands. “I was smooth about it, okay? Finn and JD know how to keep things quiet, and you know damn well Finn doesn’t give a shite about anyone but himself.” She folded her arms, staring Nate down. “Besides, I’ve known Finn for years, you think I’d go around shouting your business? Give them some credit.”

Unbeknownst to Seth and Becky, Roman had slid his hand down to Nate’s lower back, giving her a little squeeze firm enough to get her attention. “Chill, Volkov, you’re good,” he said quietly. “Let her finish.”

Nate exhaled sharply, eyes flicking to Roman briefly before crossing her arms over her chest. “What did Dumb and Dumber find then?” she grumbled.

Becky reached into the envelope in her hands and pulled out a clear ziplock bag, holding it up for everyone to see. Inside were several shell casings. “Finn and JD went back to the warehouse to scout for anything left behind. Turns out, there were shells from both your weaponry,” she said, nodding toward Roman, “And the Volkovs.”

“Wow, look at Captain Obvious…” Nate mumbled, huffing a little.

Ignoring the jab, Becky proceeded to pick out a single shell from the bottom of the bag, holding it up between her fingers. “Except this one.”

Squinting his eyes, Roman leaned in to take a good look at it. “And that is?”

Becky handed the shell to Seth, who held it up like he was examining a rare artefact. “This,” Seth began, “Is a casing from a Barrett MRAD sniper rifle. High-calibre, precision-focused, and expensive as hell. Not the kind of thing you pick up at your average black-market arms dealer.”

Nate tilted her head, face contorting slightly. “And where does that get us?”

Seth’s smirk was complacent. “It gets us here.” He opened up yet another folder and laid out a piece of paper on the floor of his trunk with what looked like a transaction log. “This particular rifle? It was registered in 2013 to Shattered Dreams Armory. And we already know that whoever’s behind Shattered Dreams has rebranded into this Viper Machinery nonsense.”

“So, whoever pulled the trigger on Priest…” Roman started, “Used a weapon they got directly from Shattered Dreams.”

“Exactly,” Becky confirmed. “Whoever’s pulling the strings here has been at it for years. They didn’t just steal your shipment and take out Priest on a whim. This is methodical. They’ve got resources and connections that go way back.”

Nate’s hands curled into fists at her sides. “Perfect,” she huffed. “So we’re dealing with a ghost who knows how to cover tracks.”

“You’re not wrong,” Seth said. “But now you know what to look into. Viper Machinery is your link. Find out who’s using it, and you’ll find out who’s behind all of this.”

Nate’s shoulders stiffened, and her voice rose slightly. “And how exactly do you expect us to do that? It’s not like they’re advertising their services on Craigslist.”

“Nate,” Roman stepped in. She looked up at him, her breathing quick and shallow, irritation boiling over. His eyes locked with hers, steadily. Grounding her. “We’re gon’ figure it out,” he reassured. “You’re no good to anyone if you’re workin’ yourself up too much to think.”

Her lips parted as though she wanted to argue. And she did. God, she could argue with a brick wall if it was laid wrong. But the quiet authority in Roman’s tone—and the way he wasn’t looking at her like an opponent but a straight up ally—made her pause. She breathed out slowly, nodding at him. “Okay,” she said softly.

Becky’s brows lifted as she watched the exchange with great interest. “Huh,” she chuckled. “Look at that… He’s not a total arse.”

Seth scoffed a little but didn’t comment, instead gesturing to the folder still in Roman’s hands. “That’s all I can give you for now. But if you want my advice—”

“Did we ask for it?” Roman interrupted.

Seth grinned. “Yeah, yeah, acknowledge me, I get it. Just don’t screw this up, Big Dog. Because if you do, it’s not just your ass on the line. It’s hers too.” He nodded toward Nate.

If this were under any other circumstances, Roman may have just floored the guy. But, adhering to Nate’s requests, he just cleared his throat and tucked the folder under his arms, turning to her. “Let’s go.”

As Roman began making his way back to the car, Nate took a quick moment to give Becky an appreciative glance, mouthing a silent thank you in the process before catching up to Roman with a small jog. Walking back to the SUV, she caught the tiniest flicker of a smirk on the Samoan’s face.

“What?” she asked defensively.

“Nothin’,” he replied, the smirk only deepening. “Just nice to see I’m the one who can shut you up.”

“Don’t push your luck, Reigns, we’re barely back to the car yet.”

Nearing the SUV, Roman’s stride began to slow, casting a wary side glance at Nate. He stopped just shy of the vehicle, and his hand lightly caught her elbow, stopping her in her tracks too.

“You good?” he asked evenly, though sharp eyes scanned her face like he was reading between the lines of a book in a language he couldn’t decipher.

“Fine,” Nate answered quickly, perhaps too quickly. Her guard was up, her tone clipped in a way that Roman didn’t miss. Couldn’t miss. In fact, he hadn’t missed it all night.

“Uh-huh.”

Roman didn’t buy it for a second. The slight tilt of his head signalled he wasn’t going to let her brush him off this time, folding his arms across his broad chest, the folder securely in one hand. “You headin’ back to Tribeca tonight?”

She hesitated, which already told him more than her eventual answer. “Yeah. But I can make my own way if it’s inconvenient, if you’ve got something else going on.”

That stumped him. “What?”

Nate squinted her eyes, confused as to why he was looking at her like she’d just spoken a foreign language. Maybe she’d just spoken in pure Russian and didn’t realise.

“I mean… You’ve got things going on, right?” she shifted uncomfortably, dropping her voice, “I don’t need to–”

“Hold up.” Roman’s tone was calm, but weighty enough for her to happily shut the fuck up. “You don’t need to what? You worried ‘bout me all of a sudden? ‘Cause that don’t sound right, Princess.”

She bristled, a small scoff escaping her. “I’m not worried, I’m just—”

“You’re just…?” He leaned slightly closer, his voice dipping lower. “Go on. Finish that.”

“I’m being practical,” she huffed with a roll of her eyes.

“Yeah, okay…” He was clearly unconvinced, shaking his head and muttering under his breath, “Practical, my ass.”

Nate wanted to argue, even started to part her lips to refute his dismissal, but he cut her off before she could. “We’ll drop everyone off back at my place first, then I’ll take you to Tribeca.”

“Why not just stop at Tribeca on the way?” she frowned. “Makes more sense.”

Roman’s eyes locked onto hers in that stern, cold way they did when he wasn’t willing to negotiate, to argue. “Because I wanna talk to you.”

Brows knitting together, a flicker of confusion crossed her. “About what?”

“Just get in the car, Volkov, or I’ma leave you here.”

Nate stared at him for a moment, debating whether or not to push back, but ultimately sighed heavily and started her way round to the passenger’s side of the car. “So bloody infuriating…” she mumbled.

“Heard that,” he called from the other side of the SUV, the signature smirk back on his face as he climbed into the driver’s seat and instantly turned toward the back seat to pass Jimmy the folder. “Take this. Focus on two names: Shattered Dreams Armory and Viper Machinery. I’ll break the rest down later, but for now, I need you on it. Both of you,” he added, looking between Jimmy and Jey. “We’ll get Tamina on it too.”

“Got it, Uce. We’ll take care of it,” Jimmy agreed, pursing his lips as he perused the documents with Jey attempting to lean over Sami to get a look at it himself, as though he couldn’t just ask for the folder when his brother was done with it.

The drive to Roman’s house was steeped in a quiet friction. Sami and Jimmy chatted quietly in the back, with Jey and Solo inputting here and there, but it wasn’t difficult to feel Solo’s wandering observation, even from all the way in the rear. But the Tribal Chief knew how to handle his enforcer, so he just ignored it for now, focusing on the road.

When they pulled into the long driveway leading to the house, Roman brought the car to a slow stop and cut off the engine. The Usos, Sami, and Solo climbed out, though the latter lingered, gripping the door frame as he glanced at Roman. His eyes flicked over at Nate, seated quietly, her form more withdrawn than usual.

“You’re not comin’ in?” Solo asked.

Roman shook his head firmly. “I’m takin’ Nate back to her place.”

Solo furrowed his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes inquisitively. “Why can’t she–”

“Solo,” Roman interrupted carefully. “Make sure everyone’s good inside. Hold it down ‘til I get back. Won’t be long.”

For a moment, Solo didn’t move, and focused back on the outside in the passenger seat. Unlike earlier, when she might have met his stare with defiance, she simply looked away blankly, as though her attention were somewhere completely unrelated and distant. The shift that even he noticed, left Solo frowning, but his cousin’s authoritative presence was enough to prevent further questioning.

“Yeah. Alright,” he grunted with a reluctant nod, before stepping back and shutting the door.

Roman shifted back into gear and eased the SUV back down the driveway, soaking up the silence that took over the space. It was thick. Not heavy, per se. But it was more… elusive—uncertain, fatigued.

Nate leaned her head against the cool glass of the window, her eyes fixed on the blur of city lights as they made their way toward Tribeca. She wasn’t one to sink into a foreigners space comfortably, but it was hard not to with the exhaustion that began to seep into every inch of her being. The need for solitude pressed on her greater than the need for compliance.

Surprisingly, the large Samoan beside her didn’t push her to talk, his hands steady on the wheel. He’d give her this time, at least…

But, like always, tranquillity never found peace in the lap of a Volkov; a faint, unmistakable growl broke through the monotony—the sound of a stomach protesting its neglect.

Roman glanced sideways, one brow lifting in amusement. “That your stomach?”

Nate sighed, a reluctant smile forming despite herself. “Maybe,” she admitted gently.

The corner of Roman’s mouth curved upward, and he let out a low chuckle. “Damn, you got a beast in there or somethin’?”

The moment felt fleetingly normal—just two people sharing a bit of levity in the aftermath of intense conversation. Nate rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the airy laugh that left her lips.

“I think it’s trying to mutiny,” she dryly jested, that classic British edge that only some could detect as humour.

“You hungry? We can stop somewhere. Grab somethin’ real quick.”

The question caught her by surprise, and she hesitated before shaking her head. “No, I’m fine.”

“You sure?” he asked, looking at her for a beat longer than necessary before he returned his focus to the road. “Your body’s tellin’ you somethin’, Volkov, probably a good idea to listen.”

The ease of the previous exchange simmered down slightly, the smile on Nate’s face now just a vacant chime of a grimace as she straightened in her seat. “It’s past six.”

Roman frowned. “What, that like a rule or somethin’?”

“Something like that.” She didn’t elaborate, just continued to watch as the road came toward them and disappeared under the car.

The instinct to understand Nate’s habits and the reasons behind them seemed to gnaw at Roman’s psyche; he wanted to press further. Wanted to figure her out. Entirely. But the way she adjusted her posture—the way her shoulders tensed—put a stop to his curiosities. Maybe it was cultural, he reasoned, some family thing he had no right prying into.

“Alright,” he simply said, letting it go.

The SUV fell back into silence, but this time it was softer, less oppressive. Definitely less oppressive than one would expect after such a strange exchange. But Nate’s mind drifted, like it always did in times of energy depletion and thinning patience, but she couldn’t deny the foreign sense of ease she felt sitting there beside Roman. Beneath the complete instability of home, he provided a quiet kind of… security.

A sensation of safety that eluded her elsewhere.

Roman parked the SUV a few buildings down from Nate’s apartment, just far enough to keep the vehicle out of the view of security cameras at the front of her complex. They were out of the way enough that they wouldn’t be interrupted, save from the occasional hum of passing traffic in the otherwise still night.

Neither of them moved for what seemed like the longest minute of Nate’s life. His hands were still on the wheel, knuckles rolling a little as he adjusted his grip. His jaw; tense as he prepared for a conversation he wasn’t entirely sure how to start.

Nate shifted slightly in her seat, fingers brushing against the door handle. The exhaustion had deepened during the quiet drive, and all she wanted was the sanctuary of her own space—a moment to shut the world out, Roman included. Too much on her mind. Too many emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

A few glasses of whiskey, blasting some music, and a hot bath seemed like, at that moment, the best thing in the world.

“Thanks for the ride,” she said softly. It wasn’t too much like her to express gratitude so easily, but it felt different tonight. Tonight, she just felt like a massive burden. A bout of deadweight nobody truly wanted to drag around with them. Like she was in the way, yet… never there when needed.

She made a quick move to open the door, making it clear she wasn’t looking for further conversation. “I’ll head in from he–”

Roman’s hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around her wrist firmly, but not so much that it would hurt her. She froze, breath catching in her throat. There was no malice in the touch, but his authority—his… insistence was what stopped her as effectively as a wall would.

“Not so fast.”

Turning her head slowly, her eyes met his, noting the sharp angles of his face highlighted by the streetlight beside where he’d parked up. The furrow of his brow, the set of his jaw. He didn’t speak at first, his hand sliding up from her wrist to her forearm, a clear goal in mind. Her body practically stiffened as it stopped just short of her shoulder before moving upward again.

When his thumb brushed over her cheekbone—light, reverent—she flinched. It was slight, but Roman noticed it.

His fingers lingered, barely cupping her face now, and his thumb traced the faint but unmistakable cut along her skin.

For a man like Roman, who could be cruel and brutal when necessary, the tenderness in his touch was jarring.

“What happened?” he asked quietly. It was calm, but the undertones were anything but.

Nate tried to turn her head, tried to move out of his hold, but his hand didn’t budge. “It’s nothing,” mumbled. “Really. Just… I slipped, that’s all.”

“Don’t lie to me.” He narrowed his eyes at her.

She sighed, shoulders slumping a fraction in the process. “It’s not a big deal. Things happen, Roman, let’s ju–”

“I said, don’t lie to me,” he interrupted, his tone sharper this time. His thumb brushed over the cut again, eyes darkening as he did. “You expect me to believe you ‘slipped’ and landed on your face? C’mon, Volkov, you’re better at lyin’ than that.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her silence speaking louder than anything she could have said.

Roman’s jaw tightened, his patience fraying. “Was it… what’s his name, Alexei?” he asked. Voice dropping an octave.

Nate shook her head immediately.

“Boris?” he asked next, the faintest trace of confusion colouring his words, like the concept made little sense.

Again, she shook her head.

Roman paused, his hand still on her cheek, thumb still tracing small circles near the edge of the cut. His eyes searched hers, and for the first time during this particular conversation, he hesitated.

“...Dimitri?”

It felt heavy on his tongue, almost too vile to say aloud.

She didn’t nod. She didn’t shake her head. Didn’t move at all, in fact. And the silence that followed was deafening.

Roman’s hand dropped from her face as if her skin had burned him. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes locked on her. The shift in his expression was progressive. The anger rising within him was like a tidal wave, slow and inevitable.

“Your father?” he repeated through a low tremble that barely contained his impending fury.

Nate didn’t respond, just had her hands clasped together tightly in her lap. She couldn’t even look at him in her time of weakness. To her, it was… pathetic.

“What kind of man,” he began, “Puts his hands on his own daughter? Huh? What kind of… pathetic, weak bastard thinks that’s okay?”

She stayed silent, her head tilted downward, but she took in every syllable of what he was saying.

“You’re his daughter,” Roman continued, the words tumbling out now, fuelled by a rage that only seemed to grow. “His blood. You don’t hit your own, Nate. You don’t raise a hand to any woman, let alone your own damn kid. What the fuck’s wrong with him? What kinda sick—”

His voice broke off, and he slammed a hand against the dashboard, the sharp sound echoing in the confines of the car. Whilst Nate didn’t flinch, her chest began to rise and fall a little faster now, a shallowness forming in her breath.

Roman shook his head, running a hand over his face. “I’d never–” He stopped, his throat tightening and his teeth gritting painfully. “I can’t even think about doin’ somethin’ like that to Ava. I’d cut off my own fuckin’ hands first. That’s your daughter, you protect her. You don’t…” He trailed off, hands clenched into fists.

He just… couldn’t shake the anger simmering beneath his skin. The thought of a father hitting his daughter—it wasn’t just foreign to him; it was repulsive. It dug at something primal, something deeply ingrained in his core, and the more he thought about it, the harder it became to let go. But it wasn’t just the abstract idea of it anymore. It was Nate.

And that’s what finally made him pause.

She was sitting next to him, as still as a shadow, staring out of the window like she could somehow dissolve into the night if she tried hard enough. The cool, unflappable Natalka Volkov, who never so much as blinked when the stakes were high, had tears streaking silently down her cheeks.

Roman blinked, as though his mind needed to catch up with what his eyes were seeing. She wasn’t sobbing, wasn’t shaking, wasn’t even making a sound. It was quieter than anything he’d ever witnessed, but it hit him harder than if she’d broken down entirely. She wasn’t just crying. She was breaking—right there in his passenger seat.

For a moment, he just watched her. The sheen of tears clinging to her lashes, the way her chest rose and fell like she was trying to breathe through a knot in her throat. It dawned on him, slow and heavy, that he’d never seen her like this. Ever. Nate didn’t cry. She snapped, she fought, she drank, she laughed. But she didn’t cry.

Not until now.

And it wasn’t just the tears. It was what they meant. It wasn’t lost on him that her guard was always so airtight, so impenetrable, and the fact that she’d let it slip in front of him of all people—that told him everything he needed to know. Whatever was happening with her, whatever had driven her to this edge, it was… bad.

Roman’s nostrils flared in his disgust, his anger, as it rose back up in his chest again. But it was different now. Before, he’d been mad at the idea. The principle. Now, he was mad for her. For Nate.

How bad was it over there?

For years, he’d painted the Volkovs—and every Russian tied to them—with the same brush. Ruthless, cold-blooded criminals. They weren’t people to him; they were obstacles, enemies. And when Nate first came into his life, that’s exactly how he’d seen her. A means to an end. A pawn in the game.

But now?

Roman exhaled sharply, leaning back in his seat and dragging a hand over his jaw. Damn it. He meant it that time he told her she wasn’t her family. She wasn’t like Dimitri. And that was part of the problem. She’d spent so much of her life fighting to impress her father, maybe even to be a better, more powerful version of him, and now Roman hated the fact that he was starting to care.

Care.

Forbidden territory, that’s what she was. The daughter of his enemy. A woman he wasn’t supposed to feel anything for. And yet here she was, unravelling before him. He hated the way it twisted his insides. Hated the way it made him want to protect her, to keep her from whatever hell she was facing at home.

This wasn’t who he was supposed to be. He didn’t care about the women he fucked. Hell, he didn’t even think about them after the fact. Yet since that night at the safehouse, he hadn’t been with anyone else. Not once.

The realisation hit him like a punch to the gut, and it only made him angrier. Just another thing to add to the mountain of bullshit piling up around him.

Letting out a sharp breath, he looked over at Nate again. Her face was angled toward the window, but her hands were clenched tightly in her lap. He could see the faint tremor in her fingers.

“Nate,” he said finally, yet a little rougher than he intended.

She didn’t turn.

“Nate, look at me.”

So she did, albeit slowly with her eyes still shining with unshed tears.

“How did it happen?” he asked.

She held off on an answer. Half-wishing that this conversation never even started in the first place. Then, as if the dam had cracked, she breathed out and began to speak.

“They told Katya,” she said quietly, distantly, “That she’s going to marry Alexei in February.”

Roman tilted his head. “Alexei,” he repeated. “The guy your old man’s pushin’ into business?”

She nodded, her gaze drifting again, as though she were replaying the memory in her mind. “She’s so sweet, Roman,” she murmured, almost to herself. “She’s not like us. Not like me. She’s… pure.” Her breath caught, but she kept going. “I’ve tried so… so hard to keep her away from all of this. But now they’re dragging her into it, and she doesn’t even know what she’s being dragged into.”

He noted how her voice softened when she talked about her sister, how her hands tightened in her lap as if trying to hold herself together.

“You told them no,” he half-asked.

Nate nodded, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Of course, I told them no,” she said, her voice finally gaining some edge. “But no one tells my dad no. Not without…” She gestured vaguely toward her cheek, her meaning clear.

Roman’s eyes narrowed as the pieces clicked into place. “You stood up to him.” A hint of… pride, perhaps—creeping into his tone. She shrugged, the facade slipping back into place, though not quite as solid as before.

“Someone had to,” she said matter-of-factly.

He let out a low huff, almost a laugh, humourless and dry. “You’re outta your damn mind,” he shook his head. “You know that?”

She smirked faintly, the first real emotion that touched the realm of positive, he’d seen from her since they parked. “Yeah. I’ve been told.”

“You’re not like him, y’know,” Roman suddenly interjected, the caught-off-guard expression on Nate’s face more endearing to him than it should’ve been. “You’re not like your old man,” he repeated. “I know I told you that before, but I meant that shit.”

Even though she didn’t respond immediately, it was noticeable how the tension in her shoulders, and all the way down her back, softened. Like… she was relieved. And he didn’t elaborate, didn’t push. He didn’t need to. She’d been getting better at seeing through him, and she saw through him now. Whatever else he felt—anger, frustration, pride—he buried it under the same stubborn mask he always wore.

And she let him, because she got it.

And the quiet that stretched like the one after a storm that promised another was on the horizon, wasn’t awkward. Just heavy. Roman rested his hand on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the street ahead, while Nate sat motionless beside him. At first, he thought she was about to leave, but something stopped her.

Her eyes narrowed a bit, a slight furrow in her brow as her teeth caught the edge of her bottom lip. She was thinking, deeply, about something; he saw it in the harshness of her swallow, in the small, involuntary twitch of her fingers against her lap.

Shifting in her seat, she leaned back before leaning forward again, clearly unsure of how to approach whatever was on her mind.

“Nate,” Roman said, cutting through her thoughts. “What is it?”

She faltered, tightening the muscles in her jaw. Then, with a minute, shaky breath, she spoke.

“Could you…” She trailed off, biting at her lip again before starting over. “I was just wondering if—actually, no. Forget it, it–”

“Nate,” he interrupted firmly enough to stop her spiral of second-guessing.

She exhaled sharply, shoulders deflating as she tried again. “Could you do me a favour?”

Roman arched a brow, glancing at her out the corner of his eye. “Depends on the favour.”

“Nothing… crazy,” she rushed to explain, a nervous edge creeping into her words. “And honestly, if you can’t, it’s fine. I get it. You’ve got your own stuff, and I don’t want t–”

“I’ll do it.”

She blinked at him, startled by how quickly and definitively he’d agreed. “You don’t even know what it is,” she tilted her head.

“Does it matter?”

“You love to play the hero, eh?” she huffed through a soft, incredulous laugh.

He shot her a look that was half-warning, half-amused. “I’m not a hero. What d’ya need, Princess?”

Fidgeting with one of the buckles on her leather jacket, she hummed. “I uh… I need you to put me in touch with Tamina.”

“Tamina?” Of all the things she could’ve asked, that wasn’t what he expected.

“Yeah.” She looked up at him, already seeing the question in his eyes before he could ask it. “I need to sort something out,” she said. “I need information on someone, and Tamina… she’s the best at finding things, right?”

There was no hesitation when he nodded almost instantly. “Alright.”

That simplicity caught her off guard. “Just like that?” she asked, squinting at him like he had an ulterior motive.

“Just like that,” he confirmed.

Honestly, she was expecting to have to go into details, to convince him to let her talk with Tamina, but apparently not.

“O-okay,” she finally uttered. “Can you give her my burner number?”

“Your burner?”

She nodded, glancing away briefly before meeting his eyes again. “I can’t leave any trace of this. Not at home, not on my regular line. Nothing. I’m being serious, Roman, this needs to stay off the radar.”

As much as she expected him to press for answers, he wanted to. It was just part of who he was; the constant need to be aware of everything that’s going on, not content with the thought of not being in the know about something he is indirectly aiding. But Nate clearly had her reasons, and if those reasons meant she had to go to these lengths to actually ask him for help, he wasn’t about to argue it.

“Fine,” he mumbled, reaching for his phone from his pocket to make a note for himself. “You’ll hear from her soon.”

“Okay…” Nate sat in silence as she watched his long thumbs move over his phone screen, her thoughts clearly still racing, her own fingers drummed lightly against her knee. She couldn’t help the shifting in her seat, and the need to take slow, deep breaths.

Eventually, her hand hovered near the door handle, but she didn’t open it yet. Instead, she turned toward him, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered, carrying a note of sincerity even he wasn’t prepared for. He raised an eyebrow, now averting his gaze back to her.

“For what?”

“For… I don’t know.” She stumbled on her words, then let out a small laugh, muttering to herself, “Ya chertovski nenavizhu sebya…” She cleared her throat. “For not making this harder than it already is, I guess. For just saying yes without asking too many questions.”

Roman shrugged, placing his phone on the dashboard. “You needed somethin’. I said I’d do it.”

There it was again—that simplicity. So infuriatingly matter-of-fact. Nate felt a warmth bloom in her chest, but she shoved it down before it could spread too far and too wide. She leaned forward slightly, taking in the details of his face as if trying to decide whether or not she should do what she was thinking of doing. What her body was telling, ordering her to do.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she proceeded to lean in closer, her lips brushing softly against Roman’s cheek, just above where his beard meticulously bordered the rest of his face. A kiss so quick and delicate that it almost didn’t happen.

Freezing for half a second, Roman’s body came to a stop at the unexpected gesture. She lingered just long enough for him to feel the warmth of her spearmint breath, the faint scent of her perfume protracting in the process. And the shampoo she used, clear-as-day vanilla with the smallest hint of rhubarb, coming together with the cocoa butter lotion left as an after-aroma.

Intoxicating.

When she pulled back, there was something gentle behind her honey eyes—something vulnerable. “Thank you,” she said again, more as a mumble this time.

He didn’t answer, just kept the dark fix of his gaze locked on her with an unreadable countenance.

Alas, she cleared her throat once more, straightening up as she reached for the door handle again. “Keep me in the loop, okay? About those folders Seth gave you. I want to know what else is in there.”

Roman nodded once, curtly and with an air of finality. “You’ll know.”

Nate opened the door and slipped out of the car, the cool night air hitting her as she turned back to face him.

“Goodnight, Reigns. Don’t get yourself killed,” she said, a smirk appearing in the limited light. He mirrored, switching on the engine and resting his forearm over the steering wheel.

“G’night, Princess.”

With one last tight-lipped smile, she shut the door and made her way toward the apartment building, her figure disappearing into the shadows. Roman sat there, staring at her fading form in the side-view mirror, the faint impression of her kiss still lingering on his cheek like a ghost.

He didn’t even move until she was completely out of sight, until he knew she’d gotten inside the building, and it wasn’t even until he was halfway home that he realised she’d played on his mind the whole time. Never once left a single iota of brainpower for anything else. She was getting under his skin in ways he hadn’t anticipated, more than she ever had done up until that moment, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

All he knew was that, for reasons he didn’t want to admit, he found himself admiring her all over again.

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teamchasezwrites · 5 months ago

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Incoming Royal Rumbles thoughts. Feel free to comment. I like talking wrestling!

IWC is exhausting.

They spend the entire time picking apart every word, phrase, movement, wink, smile, background pieces, etc to fit what they think will happen, then blow up when what they thought wasn’t what happened. You all bring it on yourselves.

IWC scream that matches are becoming predictable. Then scream when H throws us a swerve and gives us unpredictable. No one had Jey winning that.

SNME matches mean nothing. It’s a glorified house show. A televised live event on network TV in order to draw fans into or back into wrestling. The matches mean nothing. And never (aside from one time) had a belt changed hands on it. It’s a house show. For all the new people… it’s a live show that happens to be on TV.

Where’s the heat for Charlotte coming back and just being giving the title shot immediately? That’s why there was no build up for the women’s rumble on TV. The winner was Charlotte.

“But LA Knight was just as over and he didn’t get this.” Unfortunately LA Knight was wrong time. The Undisputed belt was never in play for him. Never. It was always Cody’s. Regardless of what you think of him. They fed Drew and Seth to feed Drew and Punk. Now you said he could have won MITB over Damian. Sure. But then you didn’t get the betrayal by Finn to cost Damian the belt to get both Damian and Rhea out of the Judgement Day. Regardless on how that feud was fumbled. Knight was face and Damian was turning face so a match between (C) Knight and Damian probably wouldn’t have worked. Though Finn could have still gotten involved to cost Damian the belt. We’ll never know. But Knight just was simply over at the wrong time. And he’s still over and he’s been a US title. (Equivalent to the IC title which is prestiges and sometimes better. Especially when the likes of Austin, Rock, HHH, Shawn, Bret held it instead of the world title.)

Even though I 100 believed Cena was winning to face Gunther, I thought they’d never give it to someone like Jey. But Cena has been the only person in the advertisements for EC. He’s chasing that 17th title. He doesn’t need his WM moment. He’s had plenty of them. And why give him the title immediately in his retirement run? Let him chase it.

Clearly the big story out of the rumble was the mess OUTSIDE the rumble with Seth, Roman, and Punk. That does not need a belt to be at the center. They already have so much baggage between them.

We don’t need Gunther V Jey III yet you’re championing for Roman and Cody again. Why? Why do we need to see this? To pit the belt BACK on Roman? Roman doesn’t need a belt. He’s not even there. Storylines are so hard when the person is only there once a month.

Damian eliminating Drew probably works so he wast involved in Seth, Roman, and Punk’s squirmish. Then Knight eliminated Damian. AJ eliminates Knight. All 3 on Smackdown. All 3 in the US title picture.

And if you know that report of Alexa and WWE being so far apart was fake, why are you believing that Drew was angry backstage?

And why can’t Jey have a moment? You guys let Kofi have one? Why do you think this is any different? He goes to WM, beats Gunther. Celebrates with the title for a bit, then someone comes along and beats him and Jey, while still popular, is shuffled down into the mid card titles or even back into the tag scene.

Stop getting spun up over The Rock. The man is Hollywood. Not WWE. Hollywood comes first. If he can’t dedicate a good amount of time on WWE to actually facilitate a story, then why? You just want to toss him back in randomly because it’s a dream match to see Roman and The Rock. That match doesn’t even make sense anymore. Roman has moved on to whatever that squirmish is. The right time for The Rock “Final Boss” was right after WM. Now they have to built that back up again. The storytelling for Rock and Roman, if we even ever get that, would start way after WM and could very well be NEXT WM.

And who said Jey Uso will have the main event at Wrestlemania?? Seth won in 2019 and he didn’t main event. My opinion? Another match will usurp Jey vs Gunther and knock it out.

And besides… Gunther isn’t WM main event material either during his title reign.

#wwe #royal rumble #wwe royal rumble #wrestling #IWC #wrestling thoughts

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smolwritingchick · 1 month ago

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Forced To Believe Chapter 73- Hell Hath No Fury Like A Lunatic Scorned

Chapter Summary: Some in the IWC are taking the storyline way too seriously as Melanie tries to get used to the hostility of WWE Crowds as a heel again. Ambrose tries to get his revenge on Morgan

Words: 5,000+

Author's Note: Oof was NOT expecting to take this long to update. Again I am so sorry about the long wait. Gonna do my best to not let updates be this long of a wait.

A large frustrated sigh escaped Melanie's lips as she embraced Jon backstage. That was NOT what was supposed to happen but who do we have to blame? Fucking Vince...

"It's going to be fine. You're going to nail the role. I know this ain't what you wanted but we've done this before. We'll make magic again in the ring," Jon rasped out in reassurance.

'Stupid Vince...ruining the original plan...' Melanie thought in annoyance.

She was pissed.

You see, she wasn't supposed to turn heel, tonight. The plan was for her to finally have a great storyline to go after The Authority and even have a match with Triple H. Be a top female babyface in the company. What an amazing storyline it would have been as she would tear down Triple H and Stephanie.

However, at the last minute, Vince decided he wanted her to link with Seth Rollins and tag along with The Authority for a heel role. It bothered her. She was capable of being by herself. If Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, and Roman Reigns can do their thing alone then how come Morgan Lopez can't? Why is it that Vince cannot seem to understand that Melanie's character does not always have to be with the boys for stuff? Can't she have a nice solo run?

Vince didn't see what Triple H saw in her. Granted she'll still be on TV and in storylines but it seemed like Vince wanted her to still be in the shadow of the male Shield members. Melanie had worked so hard to make a name for herself. Being related to the Ninth Wonder of The World made it even harder as the comparisons on social media have gotten worse. But every time she went out there she proved she could hold her own. If only Vince didn't change his mind about the storyline plans. Now she was stuck becoming a heel when she didn't want to. But a contract is a contract and sadly what Vince wants, he gets.

"I hate this..." Melanie grumbled.

"Hey, you're going to rock it out with the role. It's going to be fine," Colby spoke up as he approached them both.

"I sure hope so..." she murmured.

----

Morgan continued to walk backstage, ignoring the looks she had received all night. This night had become a roller coaster, but she had no regrets. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Morgan, a quick word, please." Eden rushed over to her. "I just got done speaking with Dean-"

"Oh~ did you, now? Does he need a tissue?" She spat.

Eden, taken aback by her sudden answer, wondered where all that anger, aggression, and hatred came from.

"He has a message for you. And he said he's going to get you. Are you concerned about what might happen on Raw?"

Morgan laughed bitterly. "He's going to get me, huh? That's cute. Real cute. You know, it's a pity that a worthless guy like him can't get over the fact that I'm with The Authority. It feels good not being tied down to that lunatic. You see, when you lose yourself, you have to find yourself, again. And I did by joining The Authority. The dark side called me home. Being the good guy is so boring. Always doing what's right. Always doing what's right for the fans and not for yourself. You can't do anything. The dark side is so much better. So much more entertaining. You can do so much more. You don't care. You can do whatever you want and be more successful. And I did just that."

"We saw you take off your engagement ring. Why?"

"I never loved Dean. He's a joke. I don't understand how anybody thought I was actually in love with that guy." She bluntly replied in a cold tone and walked away.

------

After the show, Melanie lounged in her hotel room with Danielle.

"You were great, tonight! You're finally a heel, again!" Danielle giggled and put her beautiful, long blond hair in a ponytail.

"I know! It feels weird." Melanie replied. "I've been a face for so long, I just hope I got my heel persona down. I really didn't want to go this route but you know how Vince is with the last minute changes,"

"Yeah, I heard it was supposed to go a different way. But know this, you're going to do great. It's not every day people get to work with their lovers. Especially if they're feuding with them on TV. I know you and Jon are going to create some magic when you two are on screen together as enemies,"

"Thanks, I appreciate that. He'll definitely be my anchor in this,"

"Have you checked out your Twitter?" She asked as she browsed the app on her phone.

Melanie's stomach began to get butterflies. She was reluctant to go on Twitter. She knew she would be getting a lot of hate, especially from Jon's fangirls. Some fans took wrestling too seriously and couldn't see that it was just a storyline. It annoyed her but that's how passionate people are about wrestling.

Noticing the silence, Danielle gave her a warm smile. "I don't blame you."

"I wonder how many boos I'm going to get, tomorrow." The Outspoken Diva pondered.

"Probably a lot."

"I hope I get to hear myself think." She groaned and took out her phone.

She hadn't heard from Leah in a while and wanted to see how she was doing. She hoped that she was okay. Finding out she was pregnant was a surprise, and she prayed that Brad took the news well.

"Grapes!" Leah's joyful voice filled Melanie's ears, making her smile. "You were amazing, tonight! I guess you're a bad girl now, huh? Will we be seeing a PG version of the Moxley versus Melanie feud, from the Indies? I hope so!"

The Philly Diva laughed. "Yes, I'm the bad girl, now. Creative is still working on it. We should be feuding once he's done his movie."

"I almost forgot about his movie. I bet you wouldn't mind him arresting you, huh?" Leah suddenly asked, catching her off guard as she began to stutter. She laughed, "I guess so!"

"So, how are you feeling? Is the baby okay?"

"The baby is doing fine. I'm getting excited day after day. I'm actually going to be a mom!"

"I'm so happy for you! Did you get the chance to tell Brad?"

"Yes."

"How did he react?"

"He's super excited! He took it quite well."

"Thank God! I thought I was gonna have to come down there and kick some Brad ass."

"Brad ass?" she giggled.

"Yes. Brad ass."

"Brad keeps spoiling me, making sure that I'm okay. I'm so lucky to have him,"

"I'm glad,"

"From the massages to my cravings, he's been there for me. I was so scared to tell him when I first found out. But now I'm not worried anymore."

"I'm elated to hear that."

"Thanks for being a great friend."

"Of course, Leah. I'll always be here for you. Love you, girl."

"Love you too, bad girl. Good luck, tomorrow! I'll be watching."

"Thanks." Melanie smiled and hung up.

Soon after, her phone rang and she answered it to greet her mom.

"Mom! What's-"

"Sweetie! I can't believe what happened! I almost cried when you low blowed Jon!" Jane's voice boomed on the other line, making her cringe.

"Mom! It's just a storyline!" She exclaimed, trying to calm her down.

Danielle began to giggle at their conversation. She loved Jane's dramatic reactions when it came to wrestling.

Even though Melanie had to listen to her mom's rambling and venting on the show, it was nice to hear her voice. She missed her parents. It was still hard being away from them.

"I know, I know. I guess all good things must come to an end, sometime," Jane sighed. "I'm looking forward to seeing you, soon! I'm glad WWE wants me back on TV,"

"Me too! Tell Dad I said Hi, and I love him."

"I will. He misses you dearly. I'm trying to see if he can come with me for the show."

"Fingers crossed. I love you, mom."

"I love you too, sweetie."

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On Raw, the broadcast team started to talk about the chaotic and shocking Lumberjack match from last night. They informed the WWE Universe that Morgan is still trending on Twitter after her betrayal.

"Meanwhile, standing by, our broadcast colleague, Renee Young, with a special guest," Cole said.

Renee smiled. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Mister Money in The Bank, Seth Rollins." She said as Seth walked up to her, with an amused grin.

Everything was going his way and he couldn't have been happier.

"Seth, you were victorious last night at SummerSlam in your Lumberjack match, against Dean Ambrose, congratulations."

"Renee, thank you, thank you very much, it feels so good." He replied smugly.

"Now Seth, you saw it, and the WWE Universe saw it. What are your thoughts on Morgan's actions, and aligning with The Authority?"

He grinned at the thought of Morgan. "Oh, I see. You want Morgan to come out, stand in the middle of the ring, and explain her actions, right? She just broke off her engagement, to that lunatic. Let me remind you, a lunatic. She's safe and sound and away from him. She'll talk when she's good and ready." He chuckled as the crowd heavily booed at the unfortunate news.

"I think it's about time she joined The Authority. I saw it coming. I don't get why anyone else wouldn't see it coming. Things always go my way. When I want something, I take it. I will do anything to make sure I get what I want. I wanted Morgan, and now she's mine. A part of The Authority. Where she belongs. Now, last night, I did what I told the entire world I was gonna do. I didn't run. I didn't hide. I stood, and planted my two feet in the center of that ring, inside Dean Ambrose's little wall of flesh. And I proved that not only, am I the future WWE World Heavyweight champion." He showed his briefcase and lightly chuckled. "But I'm the future of the entire WWE-"

Renee swiftly left the scene as Seth found himself unwillingly participating in the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. He exhaled loudly as Ambrose dumped a white bucket of ice cold water on his head. Frozen to the bone, Mister Money in The Bank slowly turned around to face Dean, who looked unapologetic.

"What? It's for charity." Ambrose explained before launching the bucket directly at Seth's face, staggering him.

He takes advantage and attacks Seth, pushing him into some work equipment.

"Look out!" King shouted.

Dean brings Seth down to the floor covered with water and ice. He continues to assault Rollins as security guards and referees begin to separate the two. Ambrose gets hauled away while Rollins gets restrained.

"I'm done with you! I'm done with you! You're done, Ambrose! You're done!" Seth started kicking and shouting.

"Come on! That's enough! Come on!" The security and refs shouted as they desperately tried to hold Seth back.

"I'm done with you! You're over! You're over, Ambrose! Done! Get off me! Get off me! Get off me!"

------

After Cesaro's match against Jack Swagger, Let's light it up comes on as AJ skipped down to the ring. The crowd gave her a big pop while she got in the ring and grabbed a microphone.

"Looks like AJ Lee is coming back to the ring," Cole said as he recapped Natalya's match against Paige and how AJ distracted Paige.

AJ stood in the middle of the ring, tilting her head to the side, revealing a smile as her theme faded. 'CM Punk!' chants surrounded the arena as she began to speak.

"Morgan, my sweet little grape monster..." She spoke.

The name Morgan instantly made the crowd boo loudly. The once cheerful crowd turned hostile at the thought of the Outspoken Diva. April maintained her composure at how deafening the boos were from the audience. As Melanie predicted to her before the show, they were going to be aggressive at the sound of her name alone.

"I know you're here. We all know you're here," AJ spoke over the loud boos. "Stop hiding backstage and come out here so we can talk!"

"Talk?" King pondered.

"Is she here?" Cole asked as AJ awaited her arrival.

"Maybe it's best if Morgan stays in the back because the crowd isn't exactly in a welcoming mood,"

Taking You Down by Egypt Central came on as the Outspoken Diva walked out in the wrestling attire she wore last night but in the colors purple and black. She also had on a black Morgan themed cap that she wore backwards.

"There she is." AJ grinned.

The boos were louder than usual as the Outspoken Diva focused all her attention on AJ in the ring, ignoring the angry shouts and curses from the crowd. She walked down to the ring with an indifferent look and proceeded to circle around the ring twice before getting in the ring. Her theme faded out as Cole continued to talk about what she did last night.

Morgan looked around, as the crowd loudly chanted 'You Sold Out'. She also saw fan signs saying 'Why Morgan Why'. She stood in the middle of the ring with AJ, ready for her lecture on how she slapped everyone in the face with what she'd done.

However, before April could continue her lines, the audience angrily chanted, 'You screwed Dean! You screwed Dean! You screwed Dean!'

Melanie's stomach had dropped as she glanced at the audience to see how angry they were at her. Within 24 hours she had officially turned herself into public enemy number one in WWE and it was a bit overwhelming. Vince truly underestimated how loved she was by the WWE Universe but also how quickly they could turn their back on her due to the betrayal. Rightfully so but to be this hostile? It was a lot on her plate. Not to mention the constant death threats and imaginary cheating allegations. Some people in the IWC (Internet Wrestling Community) could make up the most ridiculous rumors and run with them, making anyone believe anything.

It was just a storyline...what part of that don't they understand? People take wrestling way too seriously. It was just acting. No one has any bad blood with anybody. But it seems like some fans find it hard to believe that all Shield members are still very much close and enjoying each other's time onscreen together.

Melanie hadn't had this kind of heat at all before and unfortunately, it began to throw her off as she tried her best to keep herself composed while going through with the script.

'Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!' the WWE Universe began to chant making April send an apologetic look Melanie's way.

Having enough of the crowd's disrespect, April spoke up in annoyance, off script, "Guys, she is not a bitch,"

However, that resulted in more boos followed by a loud, 'We want Ambrose! We want Ambrose! We want Ambrose!'

Smiling through the hostility, Melanie nodded at April for her to continue. She'll just have to talk through the boos.

"Morgan, I know you and I haven't been on the same page for quite some time. But ever since I came back after losing the title, we've rekindled and I've gained your trust, again. But this...what you're doing now, is making me lose my trust in you. I know this has nothing to do with me, but I'm trying to be a friend and talk you out of doing what you're doing. Doesn't it bother you? What you've done? I don't get it. I don't get why you would throw all that love and support of the WWE Universe away. Is there something wrong with you? You lose one too many screws up there?" AJ tapped on her head.

Morgan cracked a smile and let out a light chuckle. She remained silent. She didn't have to explain herself to AJ or anyone.

"Is there? Is there Morgan? Because your loyalty should not be thrown away for opportunities. The WWE universe stood by you while you went after The Authority. You represented your family and made sure to get the last laugh. Especially for your mom. Last night, when you low blowed Dean, it was like all that you've done since you stepped foot into this company was all for nothing. I can't believe you would sell your soul and join The Authority, forgetting all they've done to you. They almost ruined your neck! They tormented your family and friends! And you want to forget all that? Tell me, what do you gain from this? What? Fame? All you're doing is making everyone hate you. Do you want that? Do you like that? Answer me! Answer me, Morgan! Stop standing there like a statue and tell all these people, tell the world, why did you do it?"

"Uh oh." Cole murmured as Morgan snatched the microphone away from her.

The Outspoken Diva was about to speak but dropped the microphone, nailing AJ with a roundhouse kick to the face.

"Cheap shot by Morgan!" Cole shouted as AJ was down on the mat, holding the side of her face.

Morgan's indifferent facial expression turns into rage as she starts unloading on the former diva's champion.

"Morgan just snapped!" King exclaimed.

"Look at AJ!" Cole shouted as the crowd cheered when AJ turned them around.

She starts to go crazy as she begins screaming. She viciously unloads on the Outspoken Diva, grabbing her hair and cap with her hands. A referee runs in the ring as the crowd boos, to try to separate the two. The ref grabs AJ, backing her away from Morgan. The Philly Diva rolls over to the edge of the ring, running a hand through her now wild hair. She gets on her knees, as AJ gets released, dropping a few locks of Morgan's hair.

"She just ripped some of her hair out!" JBL looked on.

'Ding Ding Ding'

AJ decides to throw Morgan's cap directly at her face to stagger her as she runs over to the Outspoken Diva. She begins hitting her with the cap over and over as the ref tries to grab AJ again.

"Good grief! AJ has completely lost it!" Cole shouted.

"Let them fight! These two crazed divas need to let off some steam." JBL said.

AJ tries to throw the cap at Morgan's face again but Morgan slaps the cap away as she starts to get angry. AJ gets released as they continue going at it.

"Kick by Morgan!" Cole shouted as AJ held her stomach. Morgan hit her with a quick backfire and went for the pin. "Will this be over!?"

"1!"

"2!"

"Kick out by AJ!"

AJ rolls out of the ring, still out from Morgan's sudden finisher. The Philly Diva slides out of the ring and throws AJ against the barricade. She throws her back into the ring and places her in the middle of the mat.

"Looks like Morgan wants to end this match early," King said as she placed AJ in the breakdown.

"Morgan has that hold on tight. Will AJ tap?" Cole asked as the crowd clapped to motivate AJ.

After a few moments, she manages to break out of the hold as the crowd cheers. AJ jumps on her back and wraps her arms around her neck to choke her.

"Now AJ with a submission of her own."

"Give up!" She shouted as she tightened her arms.

Morgan falls down on one knee and begins to fade.

"I think this is it," JBL declared.

But then she swiftly tosses AJ off her back, making AJ roll away, before getting back to her feet. The two divas go for a clothesline and knock each other down.

"Double clothesline!" Cole looked on as the ref began to count.

They both get back up at 4. AJ goes for a spinning kick but Morgan ducks it. Morgan goes for a kick of her own but AJ blocks it and kicks her in the stomach before kicking her in the face. Morgan falls down on her back as the crowd cheers. She sits up, only to receive the shining wizard from AJ.

"Oh! Shining Wizard right to the face!" Cole winced.

Morgan immediately holds her nose afterward, eyes open, looking up at the ceiling as AJ goes for the pin.

"Again with my nose, April..." Melanie playfully scolded as April chuckled out a quick "Sorry, I'll buy you grapes," as they heard the ref count.

"1!"

"2!"

"And Morgan kicks out at two," Cole announced.

"Morgan's holding her nose. Did she break something?" King looked on with worry.

"Is it broken?" April murmured to her.

"Nah, nothing I can't handle," Melanie replied as she caught her breath.

"More like did she leak something? Her nose is bleeding after AJ hit that shining wizard." JBL said as they went to a commercial break.

During the break, AJ continued to take control by hitting Morgan with a crossbody off the top rope. She quickly crawls over to her and goes for a pin.

"1!"

"2!"

"And another kick out by Morgan!" Cole said as they went back on the air.

AJ grabs the Outspoken Diva and positions her for the Shiranui, standing in the middle of the ring. She jumps in the air but Morgan catches her and brings her back down, positioning her for the Morganizer.

"Morganizer!"

"1!"

"2!"

"Kick out by AJ! I thought that was it, right there."

Morgan slams her hands down on the mat. She really thought she had her. None of her moves were working on AJ. She makes AJ stand up and throws her to a corner. She goes for the handspring back elbow but gets kicked on her back by her.

"And AJ countered!"

AJ sits on the top rope and tries to kick her away again. Morgan blocks her kick and punches her to stagger her. She gets on the second rope to position AJ for a suplex.

"Uh oh. I don't like this. I don't like this at all!" King looked on, biting his nails.

She tries to lift AJ for the suplex as she desperately tries to counter it. She gives Morgan's midsection a couple of punches before reversing the suplex hold and suplexing her out of the ring. Morgan lands on her chest, at ringside, while AJ continues to stay on the top rope.

"Morgan just got laid out!" Cole exclaimed.

She rolls over, flat on her back, arms and legs apart, with strands of her hair in her face, as she breathes heavily. She felt like the wind had been knocked right out of her.

"I don't think Morgan is getting up from that. Let's look at that again." King said as they replayed AJ's suplex once.

She manages to get back up on the count of 7 as AJ gets on the apron. She goes right for a dive but Morgan moves out of the way, making her land face first.

"They just keep slamming and jumping all over the place, hurting themselves. It doesn't have to be this way, does it?"

"Let them fight. They'll cool down eventually," JBL said as Morgan tossed her back in the ring.

She Irish whips AJ to the ropes but gets caught with a Headscissor DDT. AJ waits for her to get back up to her feet, and traps her into the Black Widow as the crowd gets hype.

"Look at this! The Black Widow!" King exclaimed.

"Morgan's in trouble," Cole shouted.

"Nowhere to go for Morgan," JBL said.

She manages to get one of her arms free and positions AJ on top of her shoulders as AJ looks up at the ceiling.

"And Morgan counters! I think I know what's coming next," Cole said as she dropped AJ down, face first, between her legs while sitting out. "And Morgan calls that 'My Serenity'!"

"Devastating." King looked on as the crowd 'ohs' at the impact.

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

Morgan's theme comes on as she looks down at AJ's laid out body, shaking her head. She stands up and gets her hand raised.

"Here is your winner! Morgan Lopez!" Justin announced as she wiped her nose.

"Bloody nose and all, Morgan is victorious," Cole said as the titantron showed the highlights.

Meanwhile, Morgan gets checked out by the WWE Doctor to clean up her nose. After they were done showing the highlights, she got out the ring and leaned on the barricade. Her nose looking good as new.

All of a sudden, the crowd begins to scream and cheer loudly as Morgan feels a pair of familiar strong arms around her. They had leather jacket sleeves, which reminded her that they were the same strong arms that would be around her waist, showing love, protection, and care. But this time they were around her neck, and it showed anger and aggression. Her face shows panic and fear as her hands instantly grasp the arms tightening around her neck. The WWE Universe continues to get hyped as they witness Dean grabbing her from behind in the crowd.

"Oh my God! Dean Ambrose! Dean Ambrose!" Cole shouted.

"Where the hell did he come from!?" JBL shouted.

Morgan screams as Dean tries to lift her and bring her over the barricade.

"Hell hath no fury like a lunatic scorned! Run Morgan! Run!" King shouted as she continued kicking and screaming. "Run like the wind! Escape!"

"You know darn well she deserves this, after what she's done!" Cole yelled over the loudness of the crowd.

"No, she does not! This guy is crazy! You don't do that to your ex! Are you serious!? That's assault! She just got done with a match, Dean!" JBL defended.

Morgan desperately tries to get out of Ambrose's strong grip. She did not want to go anywhere with him. And if she did, she would not look forward to what he would do to her.

She could hear him growl in random sentences as his anger increased,

in her ear, "I loved you! You see what you've done to me?! You're going to pay! I want my ring back!"

"Get off of me!" She screamed and broke free.

She quickly turns around and slaps him hard, in the face, earning curses and oohs from nearby audience members.

"You son of a bitch!" she screamed as her voice cracked. "You don't do that to me! Stay away from me! Are you out of your damn mind, you stupid bastard!?"

"Uh oh," Cole said as Dean's head went to the side, before slowly turning back to look at her.

The slap she gave him, flipped the switch and motivated him for his plan to get even. Noticing what she's done and staring back at the dangerous look on Ambrose's face, she puts her hands up in defense.

"Back up!" She started to cautiously walk back.

Enraged, he jumps over the barricade and starts to chase her around the ring.

"Get away from me!" She shouted as the crowd cheered Dean on.

"You can't blame Ambrose for his actions. He has been in a foul mood ever since she betrayed him." Cole looked on.

"She needs to get a restraining order against that man, now!" JBL shouted as Morgan tripped down, near the timekeeper's area.

She turns around and begins crawling back away from Dean, who slowly walks after her.

"She's caught now!" King said but then referees rushed down and grabbed a hold of Ambrose who tried to break free.

She tries to get up but he manages to grab her left ankle, pulling her back, while getting restrained.

"He's got a hold of her!" Cole shouts as the crowd chants 'yes!'

"Get him off! Get him off!" she screamed.

Unfortunately for Dean and the fans, The Outspoken Diva manages to escape, scrambling up the ramp. Dean gets released and gets in the ring, as the crowd boos.

"This close..." He mumbled as he began pacing around in the ring, furiously.

He stands in the middle of the ring, looking at the stage. Morgan, breathing heavily from the match and actions that just occurred, ran her hands through her hair, thankful she didn't get caught. She stood on the stage, looking at Dean with frustration.

"Morgan~!" He screamed with rage as the intensity of his voice sent shivers down her spine. "You know it stung. It stung to hear you say you never loved me, so bluntly like that. After all that we've been through? After all the sacrifices I made? I loved you, Morgan! I wanted to marry you! Have kids with you! Grow old with you! I thought you were the one! I thought you'd be different! But you'd turn out to be just like everybody else! Whatever your little explanation is, it's no excuse! It's no excuse to throw away what we had!"

"Like I'd ever have any of that with you! You're psycho! Stay away from me!" She screamed back as the camera caught the audio.

She was this close to getting taken by Ambrose. This close to Ambrose getting even with her. She would have to be more careful, next time. But she had a huge disadvantage because of his unpredictable ways.

"You would rather sell your soul, for whatever reason, instead of being with me, and standing by me? Do you actually think The Authority gives a damn about you?! I was the one who gave a damn about you since day one! I did everything I could for you! I saved you whenever I could! I love you so much, I can't even stand it! You would throw away all of this, for what? To be more successful in this business? You were already on top of the world! All The Authority is going to do is use you up, and spit you out. And then you'll just come crying back to me, to tell me I was right. To tell me I was right, all along!"

She narrowed her eyes at him as her anger increased. Soon after she began to smirk, plotting vengeance. She'll make sure to hurt him tenfold to get rid of him once and for all.

"Morgan...you really screwed with the wrong man. You're going to be sorry you did this to me. You are going to regret aligning with The Authority. You can run all you want, but you can't hide from Dean Ambrose. You can't escape your fate with Dean Ambrose. And you cannot persuade Dean Ambrose to let you go, so easily."

A dramatic pause occurred as the crowd continued cheering for Dean.

"I'm going to wipe that beautiful little smirk off your face. And then I'm gonna put a smile on that pretty little face of yours, Mrs Ambrose. And I'm going to let you watch what I do with Seth Rollins, tonight. I will get my ring back. And if I have to bite it off that finger of yours, I will." He growled. "Don't underestimate the things I can do to you. Whenever it's at a WWE event, where you live, or in this arena, I am going to make sure that I hunt you down."

He threw the mic away as his theme came on. The crowd gave him a big pop as Morgan looked on, exhaling.

"No. No." She shook her head and pointed at him. "You're insane! You can't touch me!"

"Looks like Dean Ambrose is on the hunt for Morgan," Cole looked on.

"Mrs Ambrose." King corrected with a grin. "Has a nice ring to it."

"No. She's single and she's not married to that lunatic. And she'll never be married to that lunatic." JBL stated.

"Oh, be quiet. Man, I really hope she knows what she's doing. She's in hot water now."

-----

After the segment, Melanie waited for Jon to return to the gorilla. Once he did, he immediately smiled and pulled her into his arms after giving her a fierce kiss. Just the sight of him brightened her mood as she snuggled into his embrace and let out a breath.

"You all right?" he asked softly.

"Yeah, that was fun," she looked up at him with a smile, feeling comforted. "It's gonna take some time to get used to that crowd but I had fun out there,"

"Hey, drown out the noise. We dealt with CZW, we can deal with WWE,"

She nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right,"

"Embrace it. Embrace all that hate. Fuck the haters and make them even madder as you confidently go to the ring at every event. I know you're capable of doing that. Let that hate be your fuel as you become the best heel that you can be. But always know you can confide in me if all this is still bothering you,"

"Thank you. I know and I will,"

She knew she was going to be all right, knowing how protective Jon and the rest of her friends were. Hopefully, no fans will take things too far as she continues her character work. For now, she'll take his advice along with Triple H who has been working with her on the direction Vince wants her to go for Morgan.

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But little do we know, the stars Welcome him with open arms

AO3: But little do we know, the stars Welcome him with open arms - Chapter 1 - A_Random_Pillow - World Wrestling Entertainment [Archive of Our Own]

Tags: Chapter 1/?, Crime Drama/Slice of Life, Prosecutor Cody Rhodes, Detective Seth Rollins, Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Characters: Cody Rhodes, Seth Rollins, Kevin Owens

Ship: Cody Rhodes/Seth Rollins, Kevin Owens/Sami Zayn,

Seth's pencil flicks across the paper as he reads the most recent reports from his field agents. Another robbery, three more dead bodies and tens of thousands of dollars stolen... They failed again.

He scribbles names and notes between the margins, mapping out their plan, calculating exactly what they stole and figuring out what they left and why. His hand cramps, but he doesn't give the pain any mind as he grabs the next page. He's already been at the office for hours, and the sun is only now rising.

His mind begins to swirl, frustration becoming a firestorm inside of him.

He really thought the trap would work! He set it up perfectly, hell, he even put his own life on the line to try to bait them, but instead they struck an entirely different bank across the city!

Seth leans back into his chair. He wants to move, get all this energy out of his body, but his limbs feel heavy, impossible to lift. His breaths quicken like he's running even though he can't move.

He can't tell who he hates more, Roman for doing all this, or himself for being incapable of stopping him.

The phantom sensation of flames spreads across his arms, it's painful even though it's only in his mind. The anger is seared away, replaced by the need to burn something or be burned himself. The old memories of combat boots and kind hands are replaced with even older memories of cruelty, dark rooms and small hands covered in blisters and sores.

He feels like a child, an incapable little child who can't do anything right.

"....?"

Is someone talking? Seth glances over and sees a blur of black, white and brown. For a moment, he is stricken with panic. Who's here? Why are they here? Did Seth do something wrong? Is he safe?

"Seth?"

Kevin... Seth's safe, it's just Kevin, his friend.

"Hey man, are you feeling okay?"

Seth blinks away his tears before sitting up as he forces himself to say.

"yeah, I'm fine."

The words sound fake even to him, but Kevin doesn't push. Instead, he pulls up a chair and hands Seth some water from his desk. Kevin frowns a little before he begins speaking,

"This weekend, Sami surprised me with a reservation at a nice restaurant I wanted to go to but could never justify spending my money on."

Seth forces his racing mind to focus on Kevin's story. Kevin speaks calmly with an ease and compassion that Seth rarely manages. Seth was sharp; his words were biting, even if he tried to be kind. On the other hand, Kevin was gruff, but he could switch between kindness and coldness as needed. Seth couldn't switch; he didn't have another mode.

"Sami picked out our outfits ahead of time, so all I had to do was get dressed, matching suits and everything. After dinner, we got ice cream at the zoo and-"

Seth smiles, allowing himself to replace all the painful memories with Kevin's words. He isn't in the dark places in his head; he's at a nice restaurant or the zoo.

Kevin continues speaking, and Seth listens, allowing Kevin to paint him a picture of a mundane peace that Seth has never really known. Seth has known Kevin for a long time, but they only started working together recently when they were both assigned to the Bloodline Case. As much as this case consumed his life, he also made some new friends through it.

"Feeling better?" Kevin asks with a kind smile.

"Yeah," Says Seth honestly.

"Good... Listen, I know our most recent plan didn't go exactly how we wanted it, but we can recover, we always do and..." Kevin smiles as he pulls a crumpled paper form from his coat pocket. "We got a new prosecutor!"

Seth blinks in surprise, they haven't had a single prosecutor assigned to this case in what felt like years, most of the local ones had been scared off by the Bloodline, and despite it being common knowledge who the leaders of the city's most infamous crime family are, they still haven't managed to build a decent legal case. Needless to say, most prosecutors won't walk within five feet of them.

"Who is it?" Seth asks suspiciously.

Maybe the Bloodline hired someone to be a mole for them? Or maybe this prosecutor was just an idiot who didn't understand the case or who they would be going up against?

"Cody Rhodes," Says Kevin, his voice full of excitement.

. .. ...

Cody Rhodes?!

Cody Rhodes? Orton's bratty legal assistant? The youngest son of the city's most well-known entertainment family? The guy who hasn't been seen in the city for six years? That Cody Rhodes? No fucking way.

"Yeah, I didn't believe it either," Says Kevin, clearly reading Seth's expression loud and clear.

"I didn't even know he passed the bar, but turns out he's been specializing in international organized crime for the past few years, he helped bring down three different drug rings so far... Seth, he might just be a game changer!"

"No." Says Seth matter-of-factly as an amused smile crosses his face.

"We are not letting him anywhere near our case; remember the Orton scandal?"

"One, he's already on the case and two, Orton is our informant now, remember?"

Seth leans back in his chair before saying.

"Yeah, but Orton's still a criminal; he just happens to benefit from the destruction of the Bloodline. What if The Bloodline hired Rhodes?"

"What is the saying? Keep your friends close but your enemies closer?"

Seth kicks his feet, spinning his chair as he tries to think up a retort.

"Also, Seth, you should know how much people can change."

Seth drags his feet on the ground turning back to glare at Kevin but Kevin knows he won. The brunette nods, waiting a moment before saying, "I think we should pick him up from the airport, you know, welcome him back to the city."

Seth huffs, he's already lost the argument on blocking Cody from the case, but he definitely won't consider driving out to pick up this guy from the airport!

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Seth drove into the arrivals section of the airport, glaring at the brutalist architecture like it had personally ruined his life.

He should never have agreed to this in the first place, but Seth's respect and love for Kevin allowed that stupid Canadian to sway him into 'kindness'. Then Kevin had the nerve to bail on him because Sami's car broke down or something.

So now Seth was going to pick up a person he didn't even like from the airport! He should have just gotten Kevin to tell Cody that they couldn't make it, but unfortunately, Seth fell for Kevin's logic again!

Seth hears a ding. He glances at the small notification on his dashboard, seeing a message from an unknown number. He presses a button on the steering wheel before saying, "Read me the message I just received."

The electronic voice speaks slowly and clearly as it says,

"Hello! It's Cody, I am at exit 7."

At least he was to the point.

It takes Seth around five minutes to get to exit 7. He parks out front before texting Cody back.

"Here, Black Lexus."

Seth looks around for a head of brown hair and feels a little confused when he doesn't see him. He double-checks his phone to ensure he's at the right exit before hearing a polite knock on his window. He looks up and sees familiar bright blue eyes looking back at him.

He blindly fumbles for the unlock switch on his car door as his mind catalogues the many changes in Cody Rhodes.

For one, his hair is bleached blond now instead of the dark brown Seth was familiar with. He had a few more scars than Seth remembers and a hideous neck tattoo. But the part Seth finds most striking is his eyes; before, Cody's eyes were cold as ice, but now they seemed warmer, like a tropical ocean or clear sky. He's wearing practical travel clothes that easily blend into a crowd, rather than the colourful polos he used to wear as a legal assistant.

Cody opens the back door, quickly storing his large suitcase and backpack before sitting in the passenger seat.

"Hey Seth, long time no see," Says Cody, casually with a friendly smile.

"Yeah..." says Seth as he tries to reconcile this new Cody with the Cody he used to know.

Seth snaps back to reality, finally noticing all the awkward tension.

"Yeah, it has been a long time." Says Seth, forcing a smile.

Seth starts the car, pulling out of the exit as he asks,

"So, where are you headed?"

A fond smile crosses Cody's face as he says

"156 Georgia Street."

That causes Seth's smile to become a little more genuine as he says more than asks,

"Going home?"

Everyone knew Georgia Street, but when people thought of Georiga Street, they were most likely only thinking about the couple blocks owned by the Rhoeds family: the Hard Times bar, the American Dream hotel, and the Black and Yellow Night Club along with a few other establishments, all icons of the city built by Cody's late father, Dusty Rhodes. It was one of the only places that could manage a warm, comfortable atmosphere, good food and drink, along with affordability. There was nowhere like it in the city.

Seth never spent much time there, but everyone who was anyone in their city had been there once.

Seth didn't need a GPS to get them to Cody's destination.

"Yeah, there's no reason to stay anywhere else, " says Cody, looking out at the window and absorbing the familiar yet different skyline.

Seth could remember a time when Cody was desperate to escape his family's shadow, so desperate that he did stupid, dangerous things. He's changed a lot... maybe, this could all just be an act.

"How have the past few years been?" Seth asks, genuinely curious.

"After everything that happened, I realized being in the city wasn't good for me, so I left, passed the bar, became a prosecutor, joined a couple of firms and helped build one from the ground up, but nothing ever felt right... When I saw your case, I knew it was time to come home."

Seth hums. That was a good overview and gave Seth some starting points for research; he mentally files away the information.

They stop at a traffic light, and Seth can't help but ask,

"Blond? Really?"

Cody runs a hand through his hair before saying.

"Yeah, I bleached it once and never went back. Well, save for one time, but that was the exception."

Cody turns to look at Seth before asking.

"So how have you been?"

Terrible, Seth wants to say, but he's not going to open THAT can of worms with Cody Rhodes right now.

"I'm alright," Lies Seth.

Cody nods, looking back out the window as they drive down Main Street. A nostalgic smile crosses his face as his blue eyes dance across the shops and restaurants, always lingering a bit longer on the newer establishments.

Well, one benefit of having Cody on the team is that Cody is actually from the city, unlike Kevin, John, Becky, Eli and Seth. He knows things intrinsically that they would either have no way of knowing or have to look up.

They finally turn down Georgia Street, and Seth is pleasantly surprised to see that the whole area still seems pristine despite it's age. Seth turns into the American Dream hotel, seeing bellhops gather bags onto their carts, tourists just now arriving, and businessmen and women leaving for their meetings or fancy lunch; it's a lively place.

"Thanks for the ride, Seth. I really appreciate it." Says Cody with a smile.

"Do they even know you're arriving?" Asks Seth, looking out over the sea of people who don't even give them a second glance.

"No... I'm just going to head up to my family's old apartment, I didn't want anyone to touch it before I got there."

Cody's expression is grim, and Seth feels his heart twist, not because he empathizes with Cody but because he knows exactly what he's feeling. Dusty had been an important part of the city, and he had been especially important to Dean, Roman and Seth... his sudden death had been a shock to all of them.

"Are you sure you want to stay up there?" Seth asks, looking up through the sunroof of his car. He sees all the curtains drawn on the top two floors.

"I think so," Says Cody, reaching out for the door handle but never pulling it.

"I'll come with you," Says Seth, impulsively.

He regrets it as soon as the words come out of his mouth, but the hope in Cody's eyes stops him from taking his words back. Cody smiles and says, "Thank you, Seth."

. .. ...

Seth still doesn't like Cody.

#wwe #cody rhodes #seth rollins #kevin owens #codyseth #rhollins #wwe fics #wwe fic #fanfiction #fiction #wwe fanfiction

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hebblog · 3 months ago

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WRESTLEMANIA 41 :: I had sixty million thoughts, but after taking a breath, here are just a fifty million of them...

Jey Uso vs Gunther - 3/5 After the literal bloodbath they battled through like a week before, this was super underwhelming. I love that Jey is getting his flowers, but the dude canNOT wrestle longer than 2mins in a singles match. New Day vs War Raiders - 1/5 No reason for this to be on the card. The fact that Smackdown announced a triple tagteam ladder match for next week, the day before Mania, is a slap in the face. Should've just had THAT instead of this. Jade Cargill vs Naomi - 2/5 After the huge/long buildup this was super underwhelming. I'm a big Jade fan and wanted her to DESTROY Naomi. Instead we got something that should've been on a regular Raw episode. Jacob Fatu vs LA Knight - 4/5 I hadn't been following this story so I wasn't really sure of the significance, but the match itself was great! Rey Fenix vs el Grande Americano - 2/5 Great moves, but I wanted to see Grande get unmasked. I guess the whole point of it was to shine a light on the AAA purchase? So this was a promo match? Get it, but hate it. Tiffany Stratton vs Charlotte Flair - 3/5 Tiffy killed it and totally carried this match. Charlotte botched nearly every move she tried. CM Punk vs Seth Rollins vs Roman Reigns - 5/5 Best match of Night 1. Perfect story telling. I was on my feet, I was screaming, the ending was one of the biggest shocks in recent wrestling history. Perfect! Iyo Sky vs Rhea Ripley vs Bianca Belair - 5/5 Match of the night! Should have been on before the main event. Perfect from start to finish! Damian Priest vs Drew McIntyre - 5/5 For a no-stakes Mania match, it was awesome and refreshing. Great energy, great flow, great action. I thought this was going to be boring and it ending up being one of my fav's of the whole event! Bron Breakker vs Finn Balor vs Dominik Mysterio vs Penta - 5/5 Another perfect match from start to finish! I was rooting for Penta, but I would've been okay with any outcome :) Randy Orton vs Joe Hendry - 5/5 AMAZING! I had the most anticipation for THIS match, just to see who was gonna walk out agains Randy, and they DELIVERED! Huge for TNA, huge for WWE, super fun/quick match that felt like a nice in-between moment that we needed. Logan Paul vs AJ Styles - 0/5 Fuck Logan Paul. I mute his matches and do something else. Liv Morgan/Raquel Rodriguez vs Lyra/Becky Lynch - 1/5 Writing out Baylee is a huge loss. I've never cared about Lyra. Stoked to see Becky back but...there was no reason to put this match on the card. John Cena vs Cody Rhodes - 3/5 The energy of the crowd was a perfect 50/50 for each wrestler. The whole thing felt chaotic. And I KNOW they were going for an uneasy vibe...Cena's going to "ruin wrestling" forcing them to create a whole new vibe for this new generation...but this didn't feel like the WAY to do it. And that ending was atrocious. I fucking hate celebrities in wrestling and I FUUUUCKING despise Travis Scott in wrestling. He throws off everything for everyone. Useless. Stupid. Ruined the entire "sell Rock your soul" story. They could've easily had both guys go in as faces, still had the crowd torn, and not gone through this weird Rock/Travis storyline that makes no sense now... OVERALL - 4/5 If you remember that Mania is no longer just a wrestling event, it has the Hall Of Fame, NXT's big event (which was a banger), the parties, the fan celebrations, the announcements...it's like if the Superbowl, the Oscars, and E3 rolled into one. With EVERYthing that happened, it was an entertaining weekend for sure. This was also the Mania of "who's it going to be" mystery opponents, for some reason? Super odd how that worked out..maybe that's why they booted Bayley at the last second? How would I have changed it? - Swap mens tagteam match with the upcoming Smackdown triple ladder match - Swap placement of women's triple championship match with womens tag match (and keep Baylee) - Remove luchador match OR give us a big unmask-ending - Remove Logan Paul match entirely - Make Jade's match also a "street fight" - KICK OUT TRAVIS FUCKING SCOTT

#blog #2025 #wrestlemania #wrestlemania 41 #wwe

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eleven441 · 1 year ago

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The Story 1 🤍💙❤️

Cody Rhodes x Eleven story.

First of all i wanna say congrats to Rhodes once again. And all Roman reigns fans are pathetic why are you crying. You know he couldn't be champion forever. Y'all can stay mad.

Meh he's leaving meh this meh that, can't he do something normal like you know , finally starting a tag team, you know winning the tag titles. Join a Battle royal emg Andrea the Giant. Can win Money in the bank idk.

Stuff like that , it's fun. But noooo no championship you just leave anyway it's giving petty vibes.

He's now as good as someone like Ricochet, or Kofi Kingston. The Underdog never had a problem. I LOOOOOVVVVED THE UNDERDOG. But ever since he became the tribal chief and had brown eyes.... Ugh.

Soo to the story....

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

So in this story Cody is 28, Jey 25 and Seth 26.

Cody still has brown hair. And Seth black.

Ok umm

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Hi my name is Eleven I'm 25 and i am one of the biggest WWE superstars yet. I live with my brother Jey Uso🙄. With his friends Cody and Seth. And also with my best friend Becky. In a real big house.

I have another brother named Jimmy you know his stage name. But we don't live with him, due to some "personal reasons". We've been going through alotta ups and downs in the Anoa'i family. We'll get into that later.

Jey is an annoying Wild Card , who could be bothering me for no reason. He just comes and takes my chips. He uses my equipment without asking and he is always yelling.

Seth is very toxic in a funny way. He is always making these offensive jokes in serious situations like at funerals. He is a real foodie, i stash up the whole pantry and fridge with food, next morning poof it's gone.

Then we have Cody...Coooodeeey ......CO-D

Umm yeah we don't talk at all I don't even think he likes me. I guess i can't tell because whenever we're in the same room. It's just an akward silence. I am kinda crushing on him especially when he walks in without a shirt. But i ignore my feelings and let it slide.

...

Today Jey and Seth were out running errands for this week's upcoming SmackDown. I was in the gym busting my ass off. Cody was with me, but he was like literally on the other side of the room. It was total akward silence from there.

All he said coming in was a quiet hi. Then he went to his business. What weirded me out the most is how I could feel eyes on me. I felt bright blue eyes on my skin and for some reason it stung. I decided to ignore it and lift some weights but i was failing.

My brother Jey usually gives me a spot. But now that he ain't here it's gonna be hard. I wasn't expecting anything from Cody at all.

"Y-You need help with that?"i heard his soft voice gently echoing from the other side of the room. I was in shock just thinking of what Cody said. "Umm yeah yeah" i answered back. He came over to me snd stood behind me, to help me lift. The idea of squatting Infront of him made me uncomfortable.

He made sure i didn't hurt myself. ".....25! Woof that was one work out!" I said. "Thanks" i said softly fluttering my eyes. He smirked at me , with sparkling eyes. "Don't mention it" with that he walked off into the distance.

Thursday....

Seth , Jey, Cody and i went ot waffle house to have breakfast. Once we were there we so a real fat guy tryna get through the doors. "HEY! WHY DON'T YOU LOSE SOME WEIGHT!!!" Seth yelled. "Seth!" Jey and i hissed. All Cody did was chuckle, and shake his head then went through the other side of the door.

I had to answer a call from an Unknown number

Hello?

Oh hi, Elé....

Who the fuck , is this?

Liv Morgan ofcourse

(Ugh bitch)

Why the living fuck do you want?

Nothing , nothing, just let Jey know his time is almost up.

Leave my brother alone.!!!!! Hello he-hello?

Ugh i put my phone in my pocket and entered.

Seth and Jey were sitting next to each other. Which left me with Cody... He looke at me with a small smile and bright eyes. I sat next to him knowing it was ok.

Seth and Jey went to order and now Cody and i were left alone. That fat giy came back and bardged through the doors , he had a cake, sadly the hit the floor him too.... "NOOOOOOO , I WAS GONNA EAT THAT" He said , i could bear Seth laughing from the counter.

"Well you don't see that every day"Cody finally said with a small smile. "Yeah"i added on."We don't talk much"Cody said softly. "Yeah , we really don't...." I responded.

"would you like to join me at SmackDown"he asked.I eas surprised. "Yes , id love too" i smiled. "I love you" he whispered."What?" I asked. "Umm i want stew" he said.

After that Jey n Seth came with our food.

I guess i wasn't meeting Bianca and Naomi on their segment. Oh well ...

Story continues...

@alyyaanna @codyrhodesnet-blog @jeyusos-girl @wwe

#jeyuso #wwe #jimmy uso #jey uso #rhea ripley #roman reigns #cody rhodes #wrestlmania #wwe fanfiction

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afterdarkprincess · 2 years ago

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🌙🌟 Fic Masterlist 🌙🌟

Aftershocks

Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Explicit Summary: Sami and Jey dealing with the aftermath of Tribal Combat at Summerslam -------- Jey had no right to ask Sami for help in the tribal combat match. No right to think that Sami would help anyway. He’d done his damndest to make sure that DIDN’T happen. But his damn stupid heart had hoped, had some faith that maybe in his hour of need Sami would be there for him.

And instead he got…well, what he got.

Masterpost AO3 Link

Tangled Up With You All Night (Burning It Down)

Relationship: Jon Moxley/Seth Rollins/Roman Reigns Rating: Explicit Summary: Shield Era 2012 Seth has an encounter with 2023's Jon Moxley and Tribal Chief. Sexytimes ensue. ------ He drops his gaze, avoiding Roman’s eyes.

“I dunno, Ro- I don’t understand...” it sounds like weak protest even to his own ears, and Roman’s not having it.

“What’s not to understand?” Seth’s chin is gently lifted and held to meet Roman’s gaze again. “Look if you wanna leave, we’re not gonna stop you. But we’ve been wanting to get our hands on you for a long time, baby. Let us take care of you.” -----

Post AO3 Link

The Devil's In the Details (But You Got a Friend in Me)

Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Explicit Summary: Royal Rumble AU- Sami gets injured at the Rumble and never betrays Roman. Friends to Lovers through SummerSlam ------ “Yeah, Uce. I know Roman was probably jokin’ back then, but you really Sami Uso now. You stuck with us.”

That earns a laugh, “Can’t say I’m complaining.”

“Damn straight,” Jey grins. “And you don’t have to prove nothin’ to nobody.”

Sami’s eyes glisten as he nods. “I like that, ‘Sami Uso’”

“Me too.” ------ Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 AO3 Link

Ours

Relationship: Roman/Jey/Jimmy/Solo/Sami Gangbang Rating: Explicit Summary: After WarGames, Roman decides what Sami Zayn's place is in the bloodline, a willing hole for them to use. ______ “You see boys, our ‘Honorary Uce’ here has been struggling to find his purpose in our family.” Roman looks at Jey directly. “It took him a while to earn our trust, but he’s done so with hard work and dedication. I decided it was time for him to finally take his rightful place.” He gestures back to the bed.

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Can't Keep My Hands to Myself

Relationship: Sami/Jey/Cody Rating: Explicit Summary: Things get a little heated in the bus after the Fastlane Press Conference, Sami facetimes his boyfriend to get in on the action.

---- “Yea, Boo- we was just getting cozy…” Jey’s dick brushes against the warm bulge in Cody’s pants and he lets out an unmistakable groan.

Cody freezes beneath him, looking at Jey in alarm.

There’s a pause before Sami speaks again. “Oh we’re getting cozy like that, huh? Baby, you know the rules.” ----- Part One Part 2 AO3 Link

Sweet Like Justice Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Gen Summary: Backstage at Crown Jewel, Jey and Sami hatch a plan to subvert the Judgement Day ---- “Just hope Damien doesn’t use this to his advantage. I don’t think I could stand to see another belt on the Judgement Day.” Sami sighs, frustrated at all the chaos that the group has caused over the last few months.

Jey turns Sami to face him, a wide grin on his face as he shucks off the black hoodie he’s wearing. “Think I got an idea, Sami.” ----- Post AO3 Link

A Moment Backstage Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Gen Summary: Sami and Jey share an interaction backstage before the Tag Title Rematch (set during Nov 13th 2023 Monday Night Raw) ---- “They were trying to mess with us, Jey. Don’t let them get in your head.” Sami’s face is soft, and the understanding look in his eyes is doing nothing to assuage Jey’s guilt.

“Sami, I messed up wit’ you. Big time.” ---- AO3 Link Post

#masterlist #wwe fanfiction #samijey #ambrolleigns #the bloodline #roman reigns #jey uso #main event jey uso #sami zayn #solo sikoa #codyjey #cody rhodes

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shadesoftheshield · 3 months ago

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Lighting round (?) for Night Before Mania SmackDown

• cody with his glasses <3

• SmackDown Tag Team Champions should have been at Wrestlemania :(

• rewatching seth's promo because why not

• he can't sit like that for shit lmao

• seth acknowledging the punk chants only for people to start chanting OTC, story of his fucking life lmao

• his face for the "tell me when i'm telling lies" lol

• "he doesn't pretend to care about you guys, roman reigns is in the roman reigns business" already knew that but :/

• love you seth but you are starting to sound like your 2019s self <- which is fitting considering the cm punk chants of it all

• not to get into an analysis here but the thing is that cm punk did not wanted to fight while sick and hurt (perfectly normal thing) and was forced to by the company. But for seth that is something that he just does because he doesn't know how not to. The company is not forcing him, he is just the one saying I'm going to do this i don't care if i can barely stand. Seth doesn't see this is as him being forced to do anything, he is just doing what he thinks has to be done (i don't know where i'm going with this, it's just fucked up)

• deciding which option is funnier: Ludwig Kaiser winning this battle royal or losing

• obsessed with Pretty Deadly's outfits

• NOOOOOOOOO :((((((((((((((

• Shinsuke Nakamura vs Rey Fenix. Make it happen. Now

• not Rey Fenix eliminating Santos LMAO

• jesus they threw Tozawa like he was a fucking rag doll

• first time i'm noticing the Miz has a weird little cunty walk(?)

• "the luchadores just got rid of Chad Gable" MANIFESTING 🕯️🕯️🕯️

• that is not Rey Fenix, that is Dragon Lee you dumb bitch

• melo win? Perhaps? 😳

• wait my four underrated faves are all in the ring SLAY. Happy with any of these winning actually

• Andrade that was HOTTTTTTTTTT

• i shall not say what i'm thinking about That storyline 😐

• MELO WINNNN OMGGGGGG YAYYYYYY

• Miz congratulating him omg

• "a handsome commentator braverly prevented further damage"

• thinking about charlotte flair makes me so sad

• BIANCA THAT IS NASTYYYYYYY OMG

• NAOMI ON THE MIX HELL YEAHHHHHHHHHHH

• ⚠️the outfit, the makeup, the graphics, her power ugh ⚠️

• iyo's face asjkdjskdjs

• MESSY WOMEN'S DIVISION IS BACK

• IYO IYO IYO IYO IYO

• Iyo i love you so much. She is not even part of the drama she just wanted to show off

• "my appretiation for nick aldis grows every week" "🫵You are biased" "thank you."

• "Next Week" BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

• pretty sure it's gonna be solo vs randy but i think it would have been cool if it randy's opponent was rey fenix or someone else from the roster who hasn't gotten as much appreciation so they could get a push

• man it would have been so cool to have Randy vs Kevin :(

• oh i thought i vaguely read something about open challenge but i thought it was just the locker room but he really said i don't care who i just wanna fight lol that's the spirit. Let's fucking go

• mmm what if it's a woman? i think it would be cool, Randy has not shy away from pulling an RKO on women but since he is a face now i think it would be fun to see him deal with that situation. Also what if Alexa Bliss? What if...? Just saying?

• ooooh love Zelina's gear

• Chelsea's intro yesssss 🦅🇺🇲🫡

• i will be sad when she eventually loses the title

• i said i had no idea who is winning in Cena vs Cody but now i think it might be Cena 100%

• bro nick aldis just making shit up on the fly. Do you even have a schedule?

• need brand supremacy wars again because i want to see Adam Pearce vs Nick Aldis

• "thug of war over the loyalty and friendship of Paul Heyman and the reality check of Seth Rollins" ASJKDJSJDJ

• triple threat hype package again yayyyy

• i hate the erasure of Dean Ambrose BUT there is something about that edit of Seth and Roman looking at Punk now and the cut to Seth and Roman standing the same way in the shield but this time Punk is standing right in front of Dean so we can't see him

• oh the crowd reaction is more mixed than what i was expecting lol

• jfc Wade Barret was pissed ajskjdks channeling his inner Michael Cole

• love this Cena Cody promo

• "you call me underwhelming. Guess what? You're overrated"

• "you're out of touch and you're out of time" feels particularly poignant given certain recent comments

• OMG AJDJDKJSJA fucking roast him

• "AND BY GOD JOHN CENA IT'S 2025 AND YOU STILL. CAN'T. WRESTLE" ASKFJDJSK

• cody really turned people around really quickly lol

• oh Cody is losing 100% asjkfjskjs

#wwe #wwe smackdown #feel so nervous posting this because i don't know what is currently happening #as far as i'm aware everything is on fire. was mania good or bad? no fucking clue lmao #🃏

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The Lost Shanie Fanfic [Untitled]

SOOOO, I was cleaning out my cloud drive......

I have been trying to clean out my computer and cloud drive all night in an attempt to make the whole shebang work better, and in the process stumbled upon a fanfic that, upon extensive investigation, I had written on the weekend of March 5th, 2022. It was started the morning after the Madison Square Garden where Sami and Kevin hugged the first time after the 2021 feud and abandoned, fully completed on Monday (The Raw where Kevin first called out Stone Cold Steve Austin). If memory and cagematch are in sync here, the reason it was abandoned is because it factors in house shows, but then I realized on Monday evening that factoring in house shows would negate the entire fic because the next house show for Kevin was in Allentown, while the next one for Sami was in LAVAL.

But, see... I'm not as hung up on that shit now as I was at the time. And now, two and a half years later, nobody remembers the existence of that Laval show, while the imagery of Kevin hugging at MSG lives on to this day.

So, have at it. The Lost Shanie Zowens Fanfic, taking place after the MSG show in March 2022 where Sami and Kevin officially begin the road to reconciliation.

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[Fic Untitled] Rating: T for language Pairings: Sami Zayn/Kevin Owens Characters: Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, Johnny Knoxville (mentioned), Roman Reigns (mentioned), Seth Rollins (mentioned) Other Tags: kissing, mutual baggage, references to Final Battle 2010, references to Day One 2022, sadness, Sami Zayn is Not Okay (is he ever?) Fanfic under cut.

“You don’t hate me anymore,” said Kevin Owens.

It wasn’t a question, mostly because he knew that if he asked the dejected, depressed man sitting on the steel chair in front of him, he probably wouldn’t like the answer.

But as Sami Zayn turned his sad, dark hazel eyes up at his former best friend, he knew he didn’t have to.

Sami’s voice was low and quiet as he spoke and Kevin was grateful that Sami had chosen a quiet out of the way place to sulk.

“I have more important people to hate,” he replied, before amending, “well, not more important. Just a bigger fish to fry.”

Sami’s eyes closed as he seethed. “I hate him he’s a jackass.”

“Literally.”

Sami’s eyes stayed shut. “You didn’t cost me the title, he did. So yeah, forgive me if my hatred of you is diverted at the moment.”

“I would have stopped him.”

Sami’s brow furrowed and his head shot up in puzzlement at the remark, as though he didn’t understand the words Kevin had just spoken.

“You would have what?” he asked.

“I would have stopped him,” Kevin repeated. “If I had been there, you’d still be champion. Hell if it were up to me, you’d be Universal Champion. Roman is a bag of dicks and since I couldn’t take his belt I had hoped you would.”

Sami’s eyes stayed on him a moment before he shook his head and looked away. “Yeah right,” he said. “I’ll never be Universal Champion. This whole company has it out for me.”

Kevin was struck by the utter sadness in Sami’s voice. He hadn’t changed his mind, he still believed in his theories, but it was as if he’d run out of energy to scream; it was like losing his beloved title a third time had left him too broken to fight back anymore. That said, Sami’s quiet mourning for his IC belt was the most coherent that Kevin had seen him in over a year and he’d have been lying if he said it didn’t warm his heart to see.

Still, he knew that Sami needed comfort and he was damn sure going to give it to him, all previous bloodshed and violence aside.

“I don’t have it out for you, Sami,” Kevin told him. “I’d give anything to see you succeed in this company.”

“Really, Kev? Because last time I saw you, you tried to break my back. Again.”

There was no malice or anger in his voice. Hell, there was barely any emotion at all and it broke Kevin’s heart how utterly empty Sami’s words sounded. There was no rage, but also not a trace of Sami’s former wellspring of hope and optimism.

Kevin was right. Sami didn’t hate him anymore. He was indifferent.

And it made Kevin want to scream.

His breath caught in his chest as he tried to respond, but Sami did nothing to break the tense silence, simply sitting there staring at the floor.

After a few moments, Kevin managed to get out two words.

“I’m sorry.”

There was a tense silence between them before Sami sighed. His voice was little more than a whisper as he returned, “Me too.”

Silence fell between them once more, nearly tactile and Kevin could feel it choking him. But after a minute or so, Sami rubbed his hands on his tights before standing up.

“Well,” he said, matter-of-factly, “this is awkward. I’m gonna go.”

Kevin watched as Sami turned to leave and he could feel his soul burst. Wrestlemania was a whole month away, and with them on separate rosters, he knew he wouldn’t have the chance to see Sami again before that. Also, he had no idea which Sami would show to WrestleMania. Would it be the one standing before him, depressed and empty, but calm? Or would it be crazed, paranoid Sami who you couldn’t hold a coherent conversation with if you wanted to?

No, Kevin knew he couldn’t let him leave. Not yet. Not when they were so close to…

“Wait –” Kevin said, grabbing hold of Sami’s wrist to prevent him from leaving.

“Kevin…” Sami said warily but Kevin wasn’t letting go. He tugged on Sami’s hand, coaxing him to turn around.

“Look at me, Sami.”

Sami didn’t meet his eyes.

“I mean it, look at me.”

Sami raised his head slightly, peering upward to gaze forlornly at Kevin.

“If we ever get drafted to the same show again,” Kevin told him, “I’ll get you your title back.”

“I don’t need your help, Kevin.” Sami returned and, there. Finally, Kevin saw a spark in Sami’s eyes. It wasn’t much, but there was just a hint of stubbornness in his friend’s tone that gave him hope. Just a small flicker of the old Sami Zayn, with his never-say-die attitude and underdog heart and soul that Kevin used to hold so dear.

And he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of it.

“What?” Sami asked in an accusatory tone. “Why are you smiling?”

Kevin kept smiling. “Nothing, just… I missed you.”

Sami shot an annoyed glare.

“And you’re right,” Kevin added. “You don’t need my help. But it is nice for someone to have your back.”

Sami’s mood shifted instantly at the statement, and he yanked his hand away, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

“What, like Seth?” Sami scoffed. “Kevin you can’t trust him, he doesn’t care about you!”

“He does!” Kevin protested.

“He’s a manipulative bastard! He’s not your best friend and he never will be! He’s going to stab you in the back, he does it every time.”

“Yeah well so have I and we’ve made it work!”

Kevin regretted the words immediately as he watched the full weight of their meaning fall over Sami. Sami, the one person who he had betrayed more than anyone else. Time and time and time again he’d betrayed Sami and honestly, Kevin knew he was being foolish if he thought there was a world where they could still be friends.

Maybe that was why he had been so determined to keep Seth around. Seth was just as much of a prick as he was. Scum tends to stick to its own kind, why wouldn’t they be friends? They were so much alike.

Still, Sami’s wounded look was pressing on his heart.

“You’re right,” Kevin admitted, his voice catching on the words, “He’s not my best friend. Never was.”

The silent, unspoken implication of who Kevin’s best friend truly was wasn’t lost on Sami, and, drawing in a sharp breath, Sami’s face clenched as he turned away. A whole gamut of emotions ran across his face ranging from pain to frustration to regret to what looked almost like hope and, after almost a full minute, he relaxed, his shoulders slumped and his head hung. His eyes were closed and Kevin wished more than anything he could know what was going on in the redhead’s mind. What he was thinking. Was the hatred returning? Had he messed it up already and it would end up in yet another fight? Or was Sami sad, in mourning over what should have been a lifelong friendship that both of them had managed to bungle into oblivion.

Mostly Kevin. He’d have to be a moron to think the blame was equal on that front.

But still, he really wanted to know what was going through Sami’s head.

He didn’t have to wait long.

“Did you mean what you said?” Sami asked. “At Day 1. Did you mean what you said about me?”

Kevin’s tongue was thick in his mouth but he got the words out regardless. “Yeah, I did. You’re my…”

The final word died before he could say it, stuck in his throat and refusing to break free.

He didn’t have to say it.

“Soulmate,” Sami said through gritted teeth.

Kevin was grateful for his saying it but he didn’t seem very happy about it, and his suspicions were confirmed when Sami let out a growl and turned away, scrubbing his face and pulling at his hair. Kevin was stunned, unable to move as he watched Sami’s rage, balling his fists and, out of nowhere, throwing the chair he’d been sitting on to the side before turning to face Kevin once more, a pissed-off finger shoved in his face.

“YOU!” he snarled, “You don’t get to do this! Not after all we’ve been through!” He began waving his arms wildly the way he always did when he was worked up. “You can’t just show up ask for a hug, pat my cheek, and think it’s all fine! It’s NOT!”

“I thought you said you didn’t hate me,” Kevin replied.

Sami grabbed Kevin by the shirt, pulled him forward, and roared, “I DON’T!”

KO’s eyes went wide and he froze. Their faces were only inches apart and Kevin couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He hadn’t been this close to Sami in forever and it was killing him.

But, after a few seconds, Sami let him go, stepping back with an errant sniffle.

“I don’t,” he repeated, his voice much softer. “But I don’t trust you either.”

“I hurt you.”

Once again, it wasn’t a question.

“Far too much,” came the response. “I can’t just forget.”

“I know. And if I could do it all over, I wouldn’t have. I would have done it differently, stayed with you, protected you, anything. I wouldn’t have hurt you and I wouldn't have screwed things up like that.”

There was a frantic nervousness in Kevin’s voice, a shrill edge that was equal parts anxious and begging. Kevin wasn’t sure who he was begging but a part of him wished that whatever forces or God was running the universe would listen to him, to give him what he dreamed of as he slept and, when he couldn’t sleep, what kept him tearfully awake and in prayer.

A second chance.

Well, another chance at least. He was pretty sure he’d wasted his second, third, and maybe fourth chances by that point. But those weren’t the chances he longed for. He wanted to go back, back to before he’d destroyed the best thing that ever happened to him in the first place. Before he’d ruined everything.

He wanted to go back and tell the dumbass kid that he was not to do it.

Because it wasn’t worth it. All his ambition and drive. Sure it had earned him accolades and gold. So much gold. But it was at the cost of something far more precious than gold and he’d gladly give all those shining belts back if he meant having his friend at his side once more.

However, as he stood there before that friend, Kevin saw what could only be resigned disgust cross his face.

“Yes, you would have,” Sami told him bitterly, “I know you better than anyone, even yourself. You still would have turned on me. It’s who you are. I wish it wasn’t, but it is.”

“I wouldn’t –”

“You treated me like trash even when we were teaming,” Sami rebutted. “The only time you ever gave a damn was after I saved your life and even then you didn’t stick around.”

Kevin’s jaw clenched. He didn’t want it to be true. Memories, cold, harsh memories of rejected affections and shouted abuse came flooding back and he knew Sami was right. Few things in life were certain. Death, taxes, snowy winters back home, midday storms in Florida, and somewhere on that list, Kevin Owens being a shit friend.

He sighed. Sometimes, he really hated when Sami was right.

He stayed silent. There was nothing to say in response that could or would ever absolve him of his crimes, so he didn’t bother.

Sami, however, just wiped the tears that Kevin hadn’t even noticed from his eyes and, shaking his head, said, “Goodbye, Kevin.”

Kevin let him go. He didn’t reach out that time, instead watching as Sami turned and headed down the hall.

Kevin was about six paces from him before he called after.

“I do love you, you know,” Kevin called out. The words were more for himself than anything. “I meant when I said that too and I’m not going to stop.”

Sami stopped. He didn’t turn around though and Kevin watched as he huffed in what could only be exasperation before shaking his head. His back was turned and his voice distant but he heard the distinct sound of his friend cussing.

“Criss,” Sami swore, and, suddenly, he turned on his heel and strode back to Kevin, grabbing him by the face and smashing his lips against him.

Panic surged in Kevin’s chest and he had barely managed to register the kiss before Sami had pulled back.

Sami was just staring at him, his eyes sharp and piercing, and Kevin could feel his entire self being unmade by them. All his strength and composure were torn away and, before he could stop himself, he wrapped his arms around his friend, pulling him close and holding on for dear life.

He didn’t care if Sami hugged back that time either. Kevin didn’t need him to. He just needed to hold Sami, to feel long, copper curls against his cheek, and as Kevin buried his face against the man’s shoulders, his eyes drifted closed.

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that before he felt Sami’s arms wrap around his waist in return and the faintest whisper escaped his friend’s lips.

“I missed you too.”

#Shanie's fanfiction #The Lost Fanfic #Shanie's Fanfic #Zowens #This isn't very good but then it's from a much earlier point in my writing journey #So forgive me. Please.

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crayonwarrior1 · 1 year ago

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My rankings of Wrestlemania 40 matches (from somebody who knows very little about wrestling)

DAY 1

Rhea Ripley vs Becky Lynch - 4.5/5 stars

I'm going to be honest, I really didn't know what this match would hold because I wasn't a big fan of woman's wrestling, but I would like to publicly say that I was wrong. It was too standard to go any higher than I rated it, but for what it was, it was brilliant.

Six-Pack Tag Team Ladder Match - 4/5 stars

I love a good match gimmick, and ladder matches are pretty much always great. Now, I can acknowledge that, from an objective standpoint, the match could've been handled significantly better in a few regards. First, it felt like not all 12 participants really played a role in the match, and so I feel like less people were necessary in the match. Second, the Smackdown titles were grabbed really quickly. I get that A-Town Down Under are supposed to be douche heels, but still, the match could've benefited from a few more minutes without a title being claimed. Third, it felt like New Catch Republic were doing work and got nothing, which was sad. So, why is it so high? One reason: I love The Awesome Truth. R-Truth got so many fun spots in the match, and I was cheering him on all the way. Also, although I knocked on the match, it was a fun match regardless and still was full of cool spots.

Rey Mysterio and Andrade vs Santos Escobar and Dominik Mysterio - 2.5/5 stars

Look, I like the Mysterios. But we already watched this match last Wrestlemania, and making it a tag match didn't nearly change enough to justify seeing it again. Yes, it was enjoyable. Yes, I didn't hate it. Yes, the interference from the Eagles players was enjoyable. But we really didn't need this match.

Jey Uso vs Jimmy Uso - 3/5 stars

When we get a Bloodline story match, a certain expectation of quality is held by the crowd. This match was short, mostly just kicks, and didn't really hit that Bloodline mark. Frankly, I was disappointed. But, the Usos always deliver a fun performance, and I was entertained for the (albeit short) duration of the match. Honestly, when I read that the two of them were facing off, I envisioned a spot in my head where they both superkick each other at the same time (I have literally no clue if it's been done before, but I think that would be dope). Also, Lil Wayne didn't really add much to Jey's intro, and, despite a certain commentator's remarks, he is not "the greatest rapper of all time".

Jade Cargill, Bianca Belair, and Naomi vs Damage CTRL - 3.5/5 stars

When I say that I know little about wrestling, this is a match where that fact is wholeheartedly applicable. What I will say is that this match, along with pretty much every other match so far (minus the first one) suffer from their short length. Because of the longer main event, the matches leading up to it don't really have time to fully develop. Also, I feel like this match would be better if I knew Jade considering that the match was essentially a squash match for her. It was a fun viewing experience, if not a little confusing at times.

Sami Zayn vs Gunther - 4.75/5 stars

This was a classic underdog match. One commentator (I forget which) compared the match to Rocky IV, and I think that was a big inspiration for the match. Sami Zayn's comeback was brilliant and awe-inspiring. The match was great, but it lacked that big surprise to promote it to five stars.

The Rock and Roman Reigns vs Cody Rhodes and Seth Rollins - 5/5 stars

If nothing else, this Wrestlemania had some of the best main events in history. The Rock's commands to the ref ("You count, you're fired.") really helped bring the long tag team match together, making it more like a no disqualification match than a standard tag team match. Cody and Seth both played great heroes, and Roman and Rock both played great villains. Unfortunately, the outcome was predictable in order to get Sunday's main event to be the match stipulation it was meant to be. But, it's a great match, and it really sets an excellent stage for the next main event.

DAY 2

Drew McIntyre vs Seth Rollins (plus Damian Priest vs Drew McIntyre) - 4/5 stars

Seth Rollins had an admirable showing after his beating the previous night, and although he lost, it was much closer than a lot of us (and Drew McIntyre) expected. Damian Priest's cash in was a favorite moment, especially considering McIntyre and CM Punk's feud and fight crescendoing into a cash in. Ultimately, you have to love a cash in.

The Street Profits and Bobby Lashley vs The Final Testament - 3.5/5 stars

The match was very standard in structure for a match, with heel domination, a flip, and the heroes defeating the villains in the end. It was fine, but it really felt like a match that solely existed for Bubba Ray Dudley to referee and ultimately assist in defeating The Final Testament. I like the Dudleys, but I wish that a bigger focus would be placed on the actual talent. Also, I'm not really sure why Snoop Dogg was involved with the commentary other than the advertisement. It just felt random. And all the marijuana jokes really took away from the match and weren't funny. Sorry, Snoop.

LA Knight vs AJ Styles - 4.25/5 stars

LA Knight's rise to popularity is meteoric, and his first Wrestlemania match didn't disappoint. I do wish that the match was fleshed out more, but LA Knight beat AJ Styles. Who can argue with results? Both wrestlers had a good showing, and the crowd was invested throughout. It's not going to be a classic, but it was very enjoyable for what it was. Also, why was LA Knight a sellout to Slim Jim at the beginning? It just seemed odd for the egotistical narcissistic personality of LA Knight to bow down to the corporate masters of beef jerky.

Logan Paul vs Kevin Owens vs Randy Orton - 4/5 stars

I'm about to say something that may be seen as controversial. I like Logan Paul. I think that the man plays a great heel, and that he's been playing a great heel since he made his YouTube channel all those years ago. Frankly, though, I'm not really a Kevin Owens fan. He's just not really original in any aspect. Pretty much all of his moves are just moves from other wrestlers. And, although I like Randy Orton, he's getting older, and I'm sorry, but I don't think he should really have a US Championship run at this point in his career. Speed's role in the match was entertaining, and Logan Paul really sold his character well, but I just wasn't fully invested in the participants, so it fell on deaf ears.

Bayley vs Iyo Sky - 3/5 stars

This match probably deserved more stars than what I've given it. But, by this point in the show, I was just falling asleep. I don't know if it was the match's fault or my own poor sleep schedule coming back to haunt me, but it just failed to engage me fully. I'm giving it 3 stars because the crowd seemed engaged and what little wrestling I could stomach was good.

Cody Rhodes vs Roman Reigns - 10/5 stars

I'm not joking with that review. This is genuinely, in my uninformed opinion, the greatest match ever wrestled. The pacing, the story, the interference from other wrestlers, and everything else was perfect or nearly perfect. If you didn't watch Wrestlemania and somehow stumbled upon my 0 follower Tumblr account, go watch this match now. Don't search anything else. Don't even finish this review. You'll lose it, I promise. Now, for those of us that have seen it, my only real note was that I wished Dean Ambrose would've joined Seth Rollins in his Shield entrance, but he's a AEW guy, so I get why that wouldn't happen. Other than that, though, the match is perfect.

OVERALL - 4.75/5 stars

This Wrestlemania felt like it suffered from success with its main events in the sense that, because they were so long with so much star power, every other match was overshadowed heavily and many matches felt far too short. But, for being the first Wrestlemania of the "Paul Levesque era" (Stephanie McMahon said that), it was exceptional, and it really started the show and sent the viewer home every night with a bang. It gets so many kudos for those main events, even if other matches weren't quite up to snuff. Overall, I think I speak for WWE fans everywhere when I say that I'm excited for more Triple H writing.

#wwe #wrestlemania #wrestlemania 40 #wrestlemania xl

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plaidpajamallama · 21 days ago

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Here’s one of your fav parts of the week, my raw recap:

Okay we starting off with Seth and B Squared and Paul. LA Knight out indefinitely, Big Bronson Reed did his big one! Seth fc yall are saved😁 (this is not me rejoining in a wrestler being hurt btw kayfabe or not coz that’s weirdo behavior 🙂) Seth looking good in this leather and snakeskin! Seth is not wrong, the crowd really don’t be giving a fuck who they cheer for, they just be vibing with the show 😂 Oop Seth not wrong about Roman. That’s about the closest we’re ever going to get with Seth taking accountability for creating the monster known as tribal chief Roman Reigns. Seth is spitting facts on the mic tonight! C’mon career overview! Wait! Don’t yall touch Penta! He only came at Bron ONE time! I love when they have Seth talk crazy and delusional on the mic and it make sense 😂

Penta so damn cool! I fear I used to not fuck with Bron but he’s grown on me. Not going to be one of my favs but I like watching him wrestle. Penta and Bron put on a show!

Now why we bout to have Raw start earlier next week?

Oop not Dom and AJ ain’t bout to happen at NOC. Oh lord please I don’t want Finn and JD to have the titles again. They gone hold them hostage like last time. But I’m also over New Day with the titles and their entire heel run has been ass!

Nah Adam lemme hear about the women’s tag titles!

Oh brother Oldberg 😒

Jey with this hat ON!!!!!

Lemme fast forward through this interview 🫩

So this is his retirement match??? Even more of why tf he had to face this man in a title match 🙄

Lord what’s bout to happen with Judgment Day. I see Roxanne with the judgment day colors in the gear and the hair too … so is she officially a part of the group??? Finn is sooo messy! Not the Rhea mention 👀 and ya know what hell yeah Raquel let’s have that same energy for the match too! She needs to unclock that NXT Reina/Raquel, and they’re going to be cooking with gas! Coz that last woman standing match they had in NXT was fire! They was trying to kill each other, and imma need that again!

Oh don’t play with Jade in this red!!!!

Bayley! Looking good in that gear! Oop Lyra came rolling up on her. Look Becky peeping in the back! Are y’all cool though?!?!?

I love Roxanne so bad. She’s such a little menance. The stunting is crazy Jade 😭 one thing Roxanne gone do is chop those knees up! She loves to exploit a weakness and I love that about her! She’s gonna get scrappy and play dirty! They cooking in this ring! This is random but I love how Roxanne uses the bottom two ropes to bounce off of. Ending was a lil messy but Jade won! C’mon Jade!!!! Yeah she’s taking it! Oh it’s going to be glorious. Jade vs Tiffy at summerslam. The 1,2,3 then Naomi pops up and cashes in successfully! 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️

Asuka! I love you! That minimal makeup look is nice on her!

Maxxine and Natalya going after the tag titles again??? Nah imma need Michin and B Fab to snatch them up and bring them on over to Smackdown!

Oh brother Rusev 😒 I was never really a fan of him when he had his first run in wwe

OH BROTHER Gunther coming out here to yap 🫩 I fear the imperium music gone have me moving my shoulders every time 😌 Cook him up Gunther!!!! This match is bout to be elder abuse 😭 I ain’t never seen Gunther this fired up in a promo which is crazy considering Damian and Jey was coming at him crazy on the mic!

Becky you’re soooo delusional! And ofc she in this same tired gear 🫩

SAMI! It should’ve been you 😭😭😭 Oh brother Karrion please fuck off 😐 but look Scarlett in the back looking good!!!! I need to see her in the ring actually!!!!!!! Get his ass Sami!!!! Edit: Sami vs Karrion at NOC

BAYLEY!!!! Please I need def rebel out the studio so she can have a better theme song!

KO gone be on Cody’s podcast!!!

Bayley and Becky bout to COOK in this ring!!!

Alicia Taylor I LOVE YOU!!! The drip and the hair gone always be on point!!! Never a miss!

Bayley and Lyra was going to be matching at mania 💔

They know each other’s moves so well 😭 They cooking already! Idc idc idc the Bayley to Belly is such a cute move for Bayley. They’re HOOPING in this ring! This is why a 4HW match will never disappoint! They are going to hit hard and bring out all the stops! Not she piling the chairs on her 😂 she’s not serious! 😭 okay Lyra! Don’t hit her Lyra! Oh they going crazy out here! Bayley tearing her up! C’mon Bayley! LYRA 🤬🤬🤬 Bayley if you pop her one good time, I’ll turn the other way 😂

Ivy vs Stephanie?!?!?!!!

Chad actually fuck off! Get his ass Penta!!!! Ludwig creeping in the back???

Raquel bout to talk shit??? Lemme hear it! Ya know hell yeah Raquel! Talk yo shit! Rhea ain’t never been scared! RHEA!!! Look at her looking good! The top???? The makeup??? The hair??? And she talking shit walking down the ramp??? Oh she’s locked in! Don’t play with her!!! Get her ass Rhea!! Roxanne?!?!!! Damn! Did yall see how high Raquel had her in the air?!! I be forgetting that lady strong as shit. Raquel is cool with Roxanne now???? Ouuuu Liv ain’t gone be happy about that!

Adam stay looking stressed! That’s good coz his roster is back on that bullshit! RHEA I LOVE YOU! This street fight bout to go crazy next week! Edit: it’s going to be at NOC and they better let them go crazy! And when I say Rhea and Roxanne should be the match at evolution!?! I can see it if Roxanne keeps getting involved. And if it’s not either of them then I wonder who Rhea could face at evolution.

JEEEEYYYYYY!!!!! With the iridescent gear on!!!! And the bottom gold grills!!! Please Jey let the grey start peeking through! JEY I LOVE YOU! He’s so loved 😭 I know he prayed for times like this in his career 🥹

Jey ribs not wrapped no more thank god! They bout to kill each other 😭😭😭 They HOOPING in this ring! They going crazy! Fighting like rent is due! I’m at the edge of my seat! He’s yelling at him 👀 from the top rope?!!! Ain’t sen Cody fight this hard since him and KO fought in that ladder match!! The head hug and kiss 😭😭😭 Cody won!!! I gotta give it to him coz they fought like hell 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 and when I say I wanted Jey to whoop Cody ass after the match 😭 the need for violence and heel Jey is so deep. Like I know he’s a reformed crashout but lately he’s been toeing that line and I wonder what’s going to be his breaking point. If they let him considering he’s now marketed to kids 👎🏾

Raw was great! This is why Raw will always be the A show to me!!!!

-🌹

I don’t know if you were joking or not but I do actually really look forward to your recaps there fun.

As someone who doesn’t really care for LA knight I do wish him a speedy recovery and hope he’s not out for too long. Seth be out there clocking the crowds tea and they don’t be getting it (I wouldn’t boo him either but that’s for another reason) He did look real good yesterday shit I saw pictures of him at fanatics fest without his suit jacket on in a black tank top 👀 that boy looked good all I’m gonna say. With the way Seth was dropping Roman name I fear he’ll be back soon, don’t know where tho.

I didn’t always fuck with Bron this heavy either (I was just being a hater since he took Jey’s title) but I like Bron, and him and Penta did their big one yesterday they both always put on good match so it’s no surprise they did together.

I have no clue why Raw started early next week their just be in PA so 🤷🏽‍♀️

Man I don’t know what they’re gonna do with the men’s tag titles honestly, Finn and Jd don’t need them, but the New day ain’t doing nothing with them either.

When I tell you I didn’t hear a single word oldberg said in that interview not a word 🙂‍↔️

Rox walked in with Finn, and now she rocking their colors, yeah she in there. Yeah I just know her and Raquel are going to kill each other in that ring and I’m gonna eat up every second of it.

I’m glad someone else peeked Becky back there.

Roxanne and Jade did very good in that match I enjoyed it, wouldn’t mind seeing them go at it again. Jade and Asuka is going to be fun.

Yeah I’m need B-fab and Michin to get them titles!

Aye I don’t care for Rusev if I’m be frank.

I’m always flip flopping on Gunther but his theme? Will always goes hard! I miss Ludwig announcing him tho 😔 i have NEVER seen Gunther crash out like that before, that man never yells, where was all this energy with Jey bruh 😆

Aye it may be the same ass gear every time but it eats, I do need her to get some new gear soon tho, or I’m start calling her out like I do Damian 😆

Scarlett never misses! And we love a man who supports his wife 🙂‍↕️ Sami about to beat his ass and that’s okay because a heel turn is coming 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

I actually forgot how bad Bayley theme was, and I still hate it, someone save her!

The way I screamed when I saw KO was going to be on Cody pod!

Alicia never misses in any department!

Ok I’m not the biggest Bayley fan but I was locked IN on that match, I don’t let me ever catch someone playing on the 4HW names! That match was a banger! Then Lyra popped up and hit Becky after realizing she couldn’t hit Becky… yeah that triple threat at evolution will be fun.

I don’t really remember what Penta said exactly, but I remember he sounded hot and then he beat up Chad, so he immediately got extra hot. I also peeked Ludwig in the back, my boy coming back!!!

Rhea and Raquel was COOKING in that ring, and they wouldn’t even have a match! Triple H please let them cook like that at NOC, please I beg, and let them run some blades! 🙏🏽🙏🏽

I’m so scared that since Roxy came out to help Raquel it’s gonna turn into a tag team feud…I’ll jump. I’m so sick and tired of tag team matches made up of single stars. I wouldn’t mind Roxanne and Rhea at Evolution.

Jey has to know how beloved he is by now right? Right? He has too. He did look real good last night.

I know Jey and Cody was going to cook, but DAMN! Them boys said oh we’re main event? Ok got it. I have never cared so much about a Cody match, I think that match changed the way I feel about him now 😆 I didn’t think that was possible. And I can’t even be mad Cody won he did amazing! And so did Jey, I don’t want to hear someone say “Jey can’t wrestle” just to show them that match. As much as I want Jey to turn heel I did love his and Cody’s moment after the fact. They really do love each other.

I’m with you tho the day Jey turns I’m throwing something on the grill we have to to celebrate 😆 that boy’s on the line just letting the wind blow him back and forth, the breaking point has to be do to one of his friends, Cody, Sami, maybe Gunther hits his final nerve, I don’t know 🤷🏽‍♀️ just that when he turns it would be just some I lost so now I’m mad shit it’s going be deep. Respectfully fuck them kids there are SO much baby faces they can pick a new one, give me by crash out back.

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teamchasezwrites · 3 months ago

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Wrestling Thoughts Raw version:

-Can we come up with a new opening rather than watching the wrestlers arrive?

-Man even Adam Pearce is botching. Bet he felt like an idiot announcing Rhea as a member of the Judgement Day.

-Iyo is 100% winning this match. Rhea and Bianca are too busy concerned with each other. It’s like Drew and Punk all over again.

-What’s the reasoning for Bianca being booed now? The last three weeks everyone was saying it was because they were in Europe and apparently they are racist… so why are they still booing here? My guess is probably because they don’t want Bianca in this match. They wanted her where she’s supposed to be: with Naomi and Jade. Her story is there.

-“Rhea doesn’t belong in this match.” Eh. Pretty much semantics. Iyo didn’t deserve the title match either. During that match Bianca did get involved. Rhea has an argument. And we all saw what happened during the match last week. It’s not like she randomly came out of catering and put her name on the contact.

- Why are we seeing less and less entrances?

-Why are Lyra and Bayley a team in the tag team gauntlet? If Liv and Raquel would have attacked them there, I could have seen it but now it makes no sense.

-and on that, Lyra should 100% have an IC match at Mania. If the reason she doesn’t is because Becky didn’t come back, then fuck the writers for not being able to come up with something in the last two 3 months.

-diabolical to leave Kaiser out of the IC match at Mania. (All in the name to further whatever is happening with the Judgement Day.)

-Jey coming through the crowd is a major let down. They really thought “I know how Jey can answer that attack last week. Coming through the crowd, but he’s not yeeting and he’s wearing black.” Gunther needed to be jumped backstage. Diabolically. Gunther shouldn’t have even made it to the ring.

-Please don’t let the “Yeet” replace the “what”. Goooood dayum

-no one wants to see The New Day at Mania.

-where were all these people to come help Jimmy last week?!

-We almost made it all the way through without showing celebrities in the crowd.

-Seth is spittin’ some facts…

-I thought Punk would stand tall there.

-Seth should definitely win the triple threat. Punk and Roman moves forward. Seth and Roman aren’t ready for the feud just yet.

#WWE #raw on netflix #monday night raw #wrestling thoughts

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dirtywresling102 · 3 years ago

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Hatred to Lust - Seth Rollins (18+)

Seth Rollins x Melanie

Commission: @thepalaceofmelanie

Summary: Melanie is the General Manager of Raw. Malanie and Seth Rollins do not like each other but clearly have feelings for one another only to lead to hot sex in her office.

Warnings: General Manager!Melanie, Arguing, Fighting, Smut, Foul Language, Rough sex, Office Sex, Oral (Reader Receiving), Light Spanking, Eating out creampie

Word Count: 2,113

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“How could you be so fucking heartless?” A deep voice snarled in my direction.

Looking up from my phone I arched an eyebrow towards the Kingslayer, Seth Rollins. The man had a reputation here on Raw, he was the golden boy of the company some would say. I wouldn’t say he was anything special, but he did make the ratings skyrocket and money into the business. I sighed, clicking the button on the side of my phone to lock it. I shoved it into my pocket. “What do you want, Rollins?” The annoyance in my voice should have warned him I was in no mood to deal with his brattiness.

“I want to know why you made Ambrose turn against me!” He snapped, holding the Intercontinental and tag team title close to his sweaty body.

“We need a storyline between you two. Plus, why does it matter? You got your gold, be happy. Most of these guys would literally kill you to have that around their waist. Now,” I pulled my phone out once more, remembering I had unfinished business on there. I unlocked my phone, “if you'll excuse me.” I turned away from the superstar and started to walk down the hallway, my heels clicking against the tile floor.

“Wait, no.” He quickly followed me, grabbing my wrists, spinning me around to become face to face with him. “Why’d you make Ambrose turn on me the night Roman announces he has leukemia?” There was anger and sorrow in his eyes.

Looking into Rollin’s hazel eyes, seeing the fire in them made me realize maybe doing this storyline tonight was a bad idea. We just got news that Roman has cancer and would be out for a long time, while he recovered, Dean and Seth just did win Tag Team Titles, it was a good night. Why couldn’t I have just left it at that? The man before me was clearly heartbroken about it.

“Rollins please, it wasn’t my idea.” I tried to convince him, the writers thought it would be a great idea to keep the fans watching.

“Bullshit.” He snapped, his grip on my wrist tightened, making me wince in pain.

“Seth you’re hurting me.” I cried out, grabbing at his wrist trying to pry him off of me.

Seth looked down, his eyes softening up as he let go. “You’re the General Manager, most of this stupid shit is your idea.” Sadness filled my eyes as he insulted my work.

“I did it because it would bring the ratings up and you turned on the Shield so why not have Ambrose go heel and turn on you?” I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring up at him. “Face it Rollins, your time is coming up, it’s Ambrose’s time to shine.” I snarled at the superstar. The fire in his eyes flamed up once again, redness appeared on his cheeks and neck along with the tip of his ears. Grabbing my hand again he pulled me into my office. “What the hell, Rollins?”

Seth locked the door and faced me. “I’m so sick and tired of your shit, somebody needs to teach you a lesson and it looks like that somebody is me.” He tossed the two titles on the nearest chair. “Bend over your desk.” He demanded, standing tall in front of me.

“Excuse me?” I laughed in his face. “Move, Rollins I’m not playing games. I have a show to run.” I tried to push him out of my way, he wouldn’t budge.

“Don’t make me tell you again, Melanie.” Seth’s eyes pierced down at me, nearly making me scared of him.

Gulping nervously, I slowly stepped backwards, away from him and towards my desk. Papers and other items scattered over the surface. I did what he demanded me to do, bending over the smooth oak desk. My stomach and breast pressed against some loose pencils and papers and other office supplies. Seth slowly stalked behind me, clearing everything off of the desk with one swift sweep of his hand. Everything clanked loudly on the floor, making me flinch from the noise.

“Always so organized.” He chuckled. Kicking my ankles apart, making my legs spread out a bit more. “Always wearing the tightest skirts.” He pushed up my mini skirt over my ass. “Naughty girl, no panties.” His hand came down onto my ass, making me jolt forward with a slight yelp. Grabbing my hair, pulling me up so my back was now against his chest. “As much as I love seeing your breasts in these…” He grabbed my dress shirt and tore it off, buttons flying in different directions as my breasts bounced free from the tight confinement.

Seth tossed the torn fabric somewhere in the office. “You look so sexy with those heels on.” Seth growled, admiring my half naked body. “I think I’ll fuck you with them on.”

“You’re going to fuck me?” I gasped, he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down onto the desk once more, my cheek pinned against the cool surface.

“Of course I’m going to fuck you.” He licked his lips, tracing my naked body with his rough hand. “Always getting me so fucking hard whenever I argue with you.” My eyes widen to feel his crotch pump up against my ass, only for me to realize he was hard underneath his wrestling pants.

“So you do argue with me on purpose!” I just realized why he would argue with me about the scripts for Raw or anything else he would bitch and complain with me about literally anything!

“That’s just between you and me, sweetheart.” He growled in my ear, his teeth sinking into my ear lobe and tugged slightly. “So, I’ve decided that I’m going to fuck the little attitude out of you.” Kicking off his wrestling boots he pushed his wrestling pants around his ankles. His large erection rubbed up against the slit of my entrance.

Turning my head slightly, I looked over my shoulder to see Seth fisting his cock, pumping it slowly in his hands while the tip of his cock nudged up against my opening. “No touching.” He let go of his hard cock, grabbing my wrist and placing them on the sides of the table. “This is a punishment.” I whined at his demands. “No whining.” He added in.

“So what can I do?” I huffed, my cheek against the cool oak once more.

“How about you relax and enjoy my cock?” Seth grabbed both of my cheeks, spreading them slightly and guided the tip of his cock past my wet lips, the teasing of his cock head made me squirm a bit. “Quit moving.” He grunted , gripping my waist with his rough hands. His cock slowly inching its way into my pussy.

“Fuck!” I squealed out, my pussy wrapped around his cock tightly, when Seth pulled out a low moan escaped his lips.

“So fucking wet.” He hissed out in pleasure, he put more pressure on my hips, pinning them against the wooden desk as he moved his hips faster. Grateful that I had my heels on, I was a bit more taller for him to pound into me. Down side, the heels were killing my ankles as I was on my tip toes. The thought of my ankles hurting left my thoughts as Seth hit up against my g-spot.

“Right there, yes!” My nails dug into the edge of the desk, leaving little crescent moons markings.

“That’s it baby, keep screaming for me.” Seth’s right hand left my waist, giving my ass a sharp slap, leaving a red hand print.

“Ah, Seth!” I gritted my teeth and arched my back in pain.

“Fuck, Mel.” I shivered at how he growled out my name. His pace picked up, skin against skin echoed throughout the small office, moans spilled from our lips, possibly being heard from down the hallways if anyone walked by, but I didn’t care. With the stress built up from shows or being depressed because I’ve been away from my family for too long, I needed this. I needed something to make me forget even if this was just a one time thing.

“You going to come for me, princess?” He growled, gripping at my hair tightly and gave it a tug.

“Y- Yes, yes, I’m so fucking close.” I squealed, my lower belly clenched, my walls squeezed around Seth’s cock. My whole body felt as if it was on fire, I started to see black spots. Wailing out my release, squirting on his cock, making it easier for his thickness to slide in and out of me, the sound of wetness squelched with each pump from Seth’s cock entering me. The sound made my eyes flutter and just made me imagine how much I came around his cock. My walls tightened even more, milking Seth.

Seth roared out a moan, his come gushing into my pussy, he pushed his cock deep into me one last time, pushing the mixture of our come further inside of my womb. His semi soft cock slowly pulled out of my drenched pussy. “Hmm, what a fucking sight.” Seth pulled my cheeks apart, watching our juices drip out of my hole and down my inner thigh. He crouched down, his warm tongue hitting my sensitive skin, licking the dripping juices. “It tastes so sweet, like cherries.” He licked his lips, pushing his tongue in between my folds, getting another sample.

Seth moaned as he pulled away from me. I squirmed at the position I was in. “Seth, please.” My face became heated with slight embarrassment. I didn’t think he’d admire the mess in between my legs face to face. I squealed loudly, curling my toes as I felt Seth’s soft tongue glaze over my sensitive clit all the way back to my drenching hole. The tip of his tongue swirled around my entrance, I tried to force him off of my overstimulated pussy by crawling away.

“Stop fighting it.” Seth growled like a hungry animal, pulling my waist back into his face as his tongue darted in and out of my cunt, collecting all of our fluids out of me.

“Fuck, wait, you’re- you’re gonna make me come again.” My cunt squeezed around his tongue, I tried to push him away as my stomach tightened but my pussy begged for a break.

“Give it to me, give it to me now.” Seth’s beard scratched against my sensitive skin, making me push my ass back against his face, moaning at how the feelings of his whiskered beard felt against my pussy lips. His tongue kept lapping over and over at the same spot that made my eyes flutter shut.

“Oh god, Seth. Yes!” I cried out, getting enough strength I reached my arms around and grabbed his hair, pushing him further into me, begging for his tongue to dive deeper. Another loud soundwave of my moans bounced off the walls as I crumbled down onto the desk, my orgasm washing over as I squirted on his tongue, forcing out the first orgasm fluids and his onto his taste buds.

He pulled away and stood up. “Fuck, I need to stop before I get hard again.” He laughed, running his hand through his sweaty long hair. He usually had it up in a neat bun but tonight in a long time it was down for once.

The both of us got dressed in silence. “So, what does this make us?” I asked, swallowing hard. I was scared that he would say it was only a one time thing or this meant nothing.

“Whatever you wanted it to be, I guess.” He shrugged, shoving his foot into one of his wrestling boots.

“Even, girlfriend and boyfriend?” I questioned, biting my lower lip as I scratched the back of my neck, I didn’t make eye contact with him scared he’d laugh in my face.

“Is that what you want?” He walked towards me. I nodded, my eyes still casted on the floor. He gripped at my chin and made me look up at him. “Then, I guess we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.” He chuckled, leaning down and planting a kiss on my lips. “You need a ride to the next city?”

“Y- Yeah.” I was slightly dazed and light headed from the intense fucking and the sweet kiss he gave me.

“Great, finish getting dressed and we’ll leave in ten.” With that he walked out of my office, leaving me half dressed and my hair messy and mattered. I licked my lips, tasting the residue from our juices. He was right, it did taste like cherries.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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THE PEACE MAKER

Prompt: Requested, by the lovely @banks4life

Thank you so much for your request babes, I hope you’ll like it 😉

Word Count: Bitch, grab a snack, ‘cuz this is LONG

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader x Seth Rollins

Warnings: +18, smut, threesome, anal sex, rough sex, car sex, dom x sub dynamic, name calling, DP (double penetration), fingering, oral sex (female receiving), angst.

Tag: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @wickedsunfire , @sassymox , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360 , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic

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Sighing in relief, I placed my bags underneath the stairs and ran quickly towards the kitchen when I heard the commotion coming from there.

The loud screaming and cursing almost made me deaf.

“What is going on in here?” I asked

“Shut the fuck up, fool! You can’t make her cum like that, not even if you tried hard to!” Roman yelled at Seth, completely ignoring me.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Seth ran quickly towards Roman, desperately trying to throw a punch at him

“HEY, HEY, HEY” I yelled as loud as I could, stepping in between their bodies and placing one hand on the chest of both of the men

“C’mon, bitch! I ain’t afraid of you!” Roman teased Seth

“ENOUGH!” I pushed Seth away, making him finally look at me

“You’re choosing his side, Y/N?” Seth asked in disbelief

“I’m not choosing anything! I don’t even know what the hell is going on!”

“It’s pretty simple: Lover boy here was sniffing around my stuff, opened a computer folder called ‘Private’ and found some of our sex videos, did not like what he saw, even though he was the one snooping through other’s business, and now he wants to pick a fight with me because of it” Roman explained

“Seth, why did you open the folder?” I asked

“Because I wanted to see what’s up with it, since he keeps it to himself like it contains the keys to heaven or something”

“It is heaven! As you saw” Roman smirked

“I’m gonna rip your fucking head off!!” Seth ran, and I stopped him

“Seth, don’t!” I pushed him away “And you” I looked at Roman “Stop teasing him”

“He did that shit on purpose, Y/N!” Seth said

“No, I didn’t” Roman defends himself “I was showering, I left it open because I was gonna watch it after! Then you sneaked into my room and decided it was a good idea to open MY personal folder that was in MY MacBook in MY bedroom!”

“Seth, is this true?” I looked into his eyes

“I thought it was pictures or videos of him with another woman! A side chick or something”

“Bitch” Roman scoff “I don’t need a side chick! I CAN keep it in my pants, unlike some other people” Roman measured him with his eyes from head to toe

“ARGH” Seth roared, trying to attack him again

“Goddamn it, STOP!” I grabbed Seth’s face and forced him to look at me “Please, stop” I begged, and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath

“That was low” I narrowed my eyes at Roman

“What? I didn’t lie” He said, shrugging

“Stop talking, please! You’re not helping at all!”

“Are you gonna defend him, even though he’s wrong?” Roman asked, slightly shocked

“You two, stop with this defending bullshit! I’m not picking anyone’s side! THERE ARE NO SIDES FOR ME TO PICK!” I yelled exasperated, took a deep breath and looked at them “I’m just trying to make sure that neither of you do anything dumb”

When I have both of their attention I continued

“I just got home and instead of having a welcome home kiss I almost got a welcome home punch in the face! Seth, you shouldn’t have invaded Roman’s privacy. We’re supposed to respect each other’s personal space in this house and we all know that personal belongings are off limits and the bedrooms too, unless the owner of the room allows us in. Isn’t that right?” I asked and he nodded

“Good. And Roman, I thought we were all adults who know better than to tease the other person like if we were in 8th grade when that other person is extremely nervous” I looked at him and he mouthed a ‘he started’ and I just stared at him harshly

Roman sighed “Yeah, you’re right”

After a few minutes of silence Seth says

“I have a night class at Black and Brave, so I’m just gonna head off” He whispered to me

“Ok, babe” I caressed his bearded cheek, knowing that this was his way to calm down, even though his class doesn’t start until 3 hours from now.

Seth hugged me tightly, pecking my lips

“I missed you. I’m glad you’re back home” He smiled softly

“Yeah, me too, bubba” I kissed his cheek

“See you later, baby”

“See ya, and be careful!” I followed him to the front door

Seth winked at me as he grabbed his duffle bag, and waved at me once he reached his car, which is when I closed the door

I returned to the kitchen and looked at Roman, who was sipping on a beer bottle

“Did Mrs. Soft Feelings leave already?” He asked

“Ro, that’s not nice! Don’t talk about him like that, you know I don’t like it! But yeah, he left”

“Good” He placed me on top of the kitchen island, completely ignoring what I just said “‘Cuz I’ve wanted to do this ever since I saw you”

Roman’s lips teased my own. Kissing me sensually, taking every chance to nibble at my lips.

“I missed you so fucking much” Roman sighed, hugging me tightly

“I missed you too, big dog” I squeezed his ass cheeks, making him chuckle

“So, our old videos, huh?” I asked

“I missed you. I needed something to ease the pain, you know? I couldn’t get you out of my head”

“Which head?” I giggled

“Both heads” Roman winked

“I think I can help you with that” I replied, dipping my hand inside his sweatpants

“Oh, please do” Roman moaned once my hand closed around his erection “Fuck, it feels so good” Roman rested his forehead on mine “Hmmm baby, just like that...Fuck I missed this”

Roman opened my button up shirt, sinking his head down to the top of my breasts, sucking, licking and biting.

“Your skin is so soft” He whispered against my breasts “Specially your tits. Always drive me insane”

“Roman” I moaned and he grabbed me in his arms, taking us to the living room, where he placed me on the couch before leaning back

“I wanna fuck you so bad” Roman panted, quickly removing his clothes as I did the same.

I moaned loudly when he entered me.

“Isn’t it so good to be home baby girl?” Roman chuckled, mocking me

My walls squeezed around him, making him groan loudly

“That’s so mean of you” He half moaned uncontrollably

“That’s what you get for mocking me”

“I could never!” Roman pretended to be offended, and began to pound mercilessly into me

“You’re so fucking wet...I can tell this pussy missed my cock, didn’t it baby?”

“Oh yes, daddy. So fucking much!”

“That’s it, baby. Scream for daddy”

Roman and I both screamed in pleasure as we came.

“Wanna take a bath?” Roman asked playfully

“Sure, I fucking need one” I giggled

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“You’re going to sleep with him tonight?”

“Ro, please don’t start with me...You know he has the odd days this month”

“Can I persuade you into forgetting that and staying with me instead?”

“You know that’s not fair”

“Well, I think I should have some type of reward don’t you?”

“For what?”

“Not knocking his teeth down his throat for touching my stuff without permission”

I laughed “Roman, you’re a grown ass man! Please, behave yourself”

“He still deserves a punch!”

“Babe” I said as I sat up on his lap “Please, help me out?! Look” I sighed “You know I’m not one for comparison, but we both also know that it’s no secret you’re way more mature than Seth in some aspects, so I’m begging you: Please don’t do this to me! Don’t stick your head up your ass and become as childish as he is, please? I need someone to deal with the situation as an adult and I know that’s not gonna come from Seth but I do hope it comes from you” I give him some puppy eyes for an extra effects

Roman sighed “Fine. You won! I’ll be the mature one”

“Thank you” I squealed, hugging him tightly

“Yeah, yeah” He chuckled “But I’m already letting you know that the next time he touches my stuff I will break his teeth AND his fingers!”

“Noted!”

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I was waiting for Seth, laying down on his bed, when his bedroom door opened.

“Hey bubba” I smiled, opening my arms for him

Seth smiled widely, jumped on the bed and hugged me tightly

“Ah, I missed this” He said, inhaling the perfume on my neck

I giggled, asking “So, how was the night class?”

“Good, but I know what can be better” He smirked, pinning me down on the mattress...

The next morning I had an early class at college so I was the first one to wake up, followed by Seth

“What are you doing up so soon?” He asked, hugging me from behind as I waited for my toast to be ready

“I have an early class”

“Come back to bed” He mumbled against my shoulder

“Bubba, I can’t!” I chuckled softly “You know that”

“But we miss you” Seth pressed his hard on against my butt cheeks

“I know but I really can’t” I turned around and softly kissed his neck “But we can fix that later if you‘d like” I winked at him

Seth sighed heavily “Fine” He murmured, slightly upset

“C’mon bubs, don’t be like that” I hugged him tightly “I need papa waiting for me when I come back home” I smiled when his eyes shifted to his Dom mode, which often happened whenever I called him papa

“Are you gonna let me make a video with you too, so I can have my own?” Seth asked, with a raspy voice

“I’ll let you do whatever you want with me” I leaned forward, reached his ear and whispered “Papa” Giggling, when I felt the pressure of his grip around my neck

“We’re going to have so much fun when you come back” Seth laughed coldly

“Hmmm, I can’t wait for it!”

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As soon as I got home, I opened the front door and felt a forceful tug on my right arm

“Ouch, Seth what the fuck?” I asked

The only reply I received was being tossed on his shoulder as he ran to his bedroom.

From the couch, Roman just stared at us until our figures disappeared up the stairs.

Seth loudly shut his bedroom door, soon after saying “Take your clothes off, now!” He quickly set up his phone upon the night stand and he took the lube bottle out of his bedside table

I gave him a questioning look and he said

“I’m about to fucking explode! I really cannot endure foreplay. Not right now!”

Seth squirted some lube on his length and rubbed his cock all over my folds, making me moan loudly.

Soon after, we heard the front door open and close forcefully.

“Uh, somebody must be having a bad day” Seth laughed, amused

I slapped his shoulder lightly “Don’t talk about him like that”

Seth’s eyes grew dark and suddenly I had one hand around my neck, choking me hard and another hand rubbing my clit in fast circles.

“Since when do you hit me like that? Have you forgot who’s in charge, princess? Does papa have to remind you about that?”

I can feel my eyes closing from both pleasure and pain, and my mind going numb from the choking.

Seth quickly loosened the pressure around my neck and lightly slapped my face

“No no no, you’re not gonna pass out on me now, are you?” He laughed deviously “I love when you get like that, speechless...whenever that happens, you become my favorite play toy! Just laying there, all pretty and quiet, just waiting for me to fuck you...use you as I like” Seth bit my cheek “Don’t you like being used, baby?” He asked, staring at me

“Yes, I love it” I panted

“Of course you love it!” Seth licked from my chin to my lips “You love it because, you’re my filthy little whore” He chuckled and quickly began to fuck me until I was screaming uncontrollably

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It is the next day and I’m leaving the main building on campus when I heard someone honk, and then call for me. I turned around to find Roman

“Hi, baby girl” He smiled widely

I leaned on the driver’s window to give him a kiss

“What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised

“Well, I just left the gym and I remembered that you leave college earlier on friday’s so I came to pick you up” Roman winked

“Are you leaving already?” He asked

“Yep!” I answered, giving him my books and backpack so he could toss it on the back seat, while I made my way to the passenger’s seat

“Why didn’t you let me know you were coming? I could have waited for you in the front building”

“Nah, it’s ok. I didn’t take that long to find you” He cackled “And also because I wanted to surprise you” Roman took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers and placing a soft kiss on the back of my hand

“Well, I’m happy you came to pick me up” I leaned forward and placed a kiss on the side of his full lips

“C’mon, really? We haven’t been together in two days and that’s all I get? An ‘I’m a virgin, please be gentle’ kiss?” He laughed

“What?” I played dumb

“Baby...c’mon, show your man some love, will you?” Roman placed one big hand on my thigh and squeezed

“Ro, you’re driving. We can’t do that!” I pretended to be in shock with his request

“You really gonna make me stop the car and fuck you in the middle of the street? Because you know I will!”

“Of course you wouldn’t!” I teased, knowing that would make him park the car and fuck me senseless.

Roman quickly pulled over, next to an alley and turned the car off. Unbuckling his seatbelt, Roman said

“Take off your panties and straddle my lap” He pulled his half hard cock out of his pants, licked his palm and began to stroke it to complete hardness.

Just the sight of his rock hard member was enough to make me damp. I straddled his lap and Roman teased me with the tip of his cock, rubbing up and down my folds, from my clit to my entrance.

“Daddy, please” I begged

“What do you want, baby girl? Tell daddy”

“I want you to fuck me, please...Please fuck me good like only you can do” I pleaded

Roman finally stopped teasing me after my last plea, and entered my core.

“Fuck daddy...so deep” I gasped

He grabbed me by my hair, pulling me forcefully to him. Kissing my lips like his life depended on it

“You like me buried deep inside of you, don’t you baby?” Roman panted

“I love it! I love it so fucking much” I moaned

Romans thrusts were vigorous and merciless. Even though we didn’t had that much space in the car, he still managed to find the perfect angle to make me feel dizzy.

“Fuck, look at that” He pulled the front of my dress up, so he could see his dick going in and out of me “Look how well you take me, baby. How you take every fucking inch...You’re so fucking perfect” Roman said, pulling my face to his and kissing my lips, while he grabbed two fistfuls of my hair, to keep me in place….

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Saturday’s night are always low for the three of us, not much to do unless we decided to chill on the couch and watch some tv. But since finals are coming, I was finishing one of my reports in my room when I heard the beginning of an argument coming faintly from the living room.

I rolled my eyes before making my way downstairs, to see what the problem was this time, which happened to be the fourth time today I had to settle an argument between the boys.

“What the hell? Can’t you two stop fighting for one goddamn second?” I screamed

“He started it” They said at the same time

*I swear, it’s like living with children* I thought to myself

“What is it?” I asked, briefly

“He ate my greek yogurt” Roman said

“I was hungry! And I didn’t see your name on it, pal” Seth answered

“I’m the only one in this house who eats the fucking yogurt!” Roman yelled

“Well, I was in the mood to eat it and so I did! As far as I remember, the food is for everybody who lives here, isn’t it?” Seth asked, placing his hands on his hips

“But the yogurt was mine!” Roman roared

“Enough!” I screamed “Shut the fuck up the both of you, now!” I tugged at my hair in exasperation

They stared at me speechless and I used that moment to let my anger flow

“I can’t believe that two grown ass men in their thirties are fighting over yogurt! You have got to be kidding me! I can’t understand how me, in my 21 years old, have to intervene in your stupid and pointless baby level of immaturity fights! I’m tired of being the only adult in this fucking house and as far as I’m concerned, you two can literally kill each other from now on, because I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ANYMORE!” I yelled and returned to my bedroom.

One hour later, I heard a knock on my bedroom door, but decided to ignore it.

The knocking persisted, until I yelled

“What?”

“Can we come in?” Seth asked

“No!” I answered

“C’mon baby girl, please? We just want to apologize to you, that’s all” Roman said

“Yeah? What for? Just so you can begin fighting again 30 minutes from now?” I spat

“Babe, please hear us out? We’re begging you” Seth said

I opened my bedroom door and found them standing there, with matching guilty looks on their faces

“Fine, but if you start arguing again-“

“We won’t” Both responded in unison

I made my way to my bed and they both entered the room.

“Talk” I said, when I sat at the edge of my the bed

“We would like to apologize to you, for all the bickering and fighting” Seth said

“Yeah, we realized that it senseless and uncalled for” Roman began

“And stupid, childish, annoying, ridiculous” I interrupted him

“True, it’s just that, we ended up getting caught up in the stress of everything, letting the pent up anger out on each other, and didn’t even realized how much stress we caused you by acting like we did” Seth said, coming closer to the bed and sitting by my side “Do you forgive me?” He whispered

I sighed heavily “Yes, I do, bubba” I pecked his lips

“And what about me?” Roman asked, now also sitting by my side

“Of course I forgive you too, handsome” I also pecked his lips

“Would you let us make it up to you?” Seth whispered in my ear

“Yes”

I gasped when Seth’s lips began to kiss my neck, while Roman quickly grabbed the hem of my oversized t-shirt and pulled up, revealing my naked body underneath it. Wasting no time, Roman sucked one nipple into his mouth as Seth turned my head towards him, so he could kiss my lips.

I moaned softly when Seth’s fingers began to rub my clit and Roman’s lips took over kissing me passionately.

“You like this, don’t you babe? You’re so fucking wet” Seth moaned, dipping two fingers in me

“What do you need, baby?” Roman asked as Seth’s fingers moved at a frantic pace

“I need your mouth on me, daddy. As papa’s fingers fuck me” I said, making Roman smirk

He leaned down and began to suck my clit as Seth finger fucked me.

It didn’t take me long to reach my orgasm, cumming hard.

“Who do you want where, baby girl?” Roman briefly asked

“I want you on my pussy first” I answered

Roman positioned himself on my entrance as Seth stood behind me, with the lube on his hand

Roman buried himself deeply and waited for Seth to enter my puckered hole before they began to thrust, finding a rhythm that could be pleasurable for the three of us.

“Oh, just like that” I moaned when they found the perfect pace

“Hmmm, baby you’re even tighter” Roman moaned “Do you like when Seth fucks your ass while I fuck your pussy, baby?” He asked

“Oh yes, I fucking love it! I feel so fucking full!” I panted

“You love being full with dick, right baby?” Seth whispered softly

“So fucking much!” I giggled

“You ready to switch?” Roman asked Seth

“Fuck yeah!” Was his answer

They switched and I felt even fuller. With Roman now in my ass and being thicker than Seth, he pushed my walls tighter, making it difficult for Seth to enter me

“Fuck, fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum” Seth moaned loudly once he finally entered me

“Don’t you fucking dare” I screamed, moaning

Roman began to move and so did Seth. The feeling was so good, I was literally drooling all over myself

“Fuck babe, you’re drooling. You look so fucking hot!” Seth said in awe

“Are you drooling because it feels so good, baby girl?” Roman asked

“Yes, daddy” I squealed

“Roman, she’s gonna cum...fuck, she’s so tight” Seth said as he began to cum, triggering my own release

Roman quickly pulled out and came on my ass, moaning and panting

The three of us crashed into the mattress, giggling and sighing.

“This was fun” Roman said

“Yeah, it was really hot” Seth laughed

“Would you like to do that again?” I smirked

“Fuck yeah!” They answered

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