IMPORTANT INFORMATION
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE. If I did, hardcore would come back, because it's badass. And the diva's title would NOT be tit pink. Anyway, that being said, I own my original character, and this plot bunny that I'm going to try and keep going.
Whether or not it stays depends on you lovely readers. If you LIKE it, then review and let me know. If noone does, I'll most likely take it down, unless I get into writing it. REVIEWSARELOVED.
PROLOGUE:
"This is a temporary gimmick, Ms. Gage." Vince McMahon said sternly, as he looked over his glasses at her, smirking that know it all smirk of his.
"Let me get this straight.. If I want more screen time, I have to put up with that son of a bitch?" Natasha asked casually, her words icy as she looked at Vince, a brow raised.
" And make the crowd believe you enjoy every damn second of it, Ms. Gage. This is your test. If you can endure this, then we'll see about getting you a more permanent gimmick." Vince said with a smirk as he studied her intently, watched her thinking over his proposal.
"Why me though? I mean can't you get someone like AJ to do this shit? I do not do romance. Ever." Natasha said as she leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, not happy about the new gimmick, and not about to hide it from him just because he owned the fucking company, either.
"And neither does Mr. Reigns. Which should make this extremely interesting." Vince mused as he spoke again and said "If you hadn't gotten into that verbal altercation with your former boyfriend, on live television last week, and Roman hadn't intervened in it, this would have never come to me. So I suppose I owe you a thank you."
"And sir, I owe you a fuck you. Because you could give two shits less about anyone. We're all just pawns in some sick little game you play in your own god damn mind. Well, just know this.. if Reigns tries anything, and I mean anything, I'm out. I'm done and I'll fucking walk."
"Whatever you want to say, Ms. Gage. If I were you, I'd just be thankful you're finally getting camera time. I mean this is what you wanted, is it not?"
"Not like this, McMahon. I did not want it like this." Natasha said stiffly as she turned on her stiletto and stormed out of the office he kept backstage, growling to herself as she walked at a speedy pace down the hallway, and out the door to the garage, for a smoke.
As she lit her cigarette, she sat glaring off into the darkness.
" This is all Sandow's fault. If he hadn't pushed me, on camera, again, this would not be happening to me. That snarky son of a bitch. I only thought I hated him when we dated. Now I KNOW I hate him."
A laugh from behind her had her looking back over her shoulder, only to find an amused Roman Reigns propped casually against a wall, arms crossed, observing her quietly.
"What the hell do you think is so funny?"
" Oh nothing, just wondering which part makes you madder.. The fact that you're stuck with me, or the fact that you know deep down that you might actually LIKE being stuck with me.."
She glared then stood, brushing past him, as he stopped her and then managed a smile as he said casually, "Cat got your tongue?"
"Nope."
" What was I supposed to do? Let him keep on belittling you in public, on camera like that?" Roman asked quietly, as she growled, bit her lip, stared at him for a split second, then tore her arm from his grasp and stormed back inside.
He leaned his head back against the wall. Why the hell hadn't he just stayed out of that whole thing when it happened?
Because apparently, as much as Natasha Gage loathed her ex boyfriend, Damien, she loathed him almost as equally. Or at least that's how it looked for the moment.
Which kind of sucked really, because he'd sort of had a thing for her since she'd started on NXT.
"Story of my fucking life." Roman muttered as he raked his hands through his long dark hair and shrugged, walking back into the building.
Maybe he could change her mind about him..