"Spear me!"

Everyone around the ring looked at you, a shocked expression across their faces. Their attention then turned to Roman Reigns, who stood at the other end of the ring.

"I'm not going to spear you. I can't."

The frustration inside you churned into deep seeded hatred. This company was a joke, the Diva's division the punch line. You came in wanting to bring back the styles of Trish Stratus, Chyna, and most importantly Lita. These were women you looked up to. Main eventers. Now all the female athletes (if you could call them that) were objects for sexual enjoyment. None of them were showcasing their full potential with their 5 minute matches full of illegal hair pulling and screaming. It gave the audience an excuse to go to the bathroom or get some snacks.

No, you were different. You wanted to train with the men. In fact you preferred it. The few guys that stepped into the ring would give you the basic rundown, let you win to supposedly boost your confidence but all that did was piss you off. You were an athlete goddamit. A person. An equal. You should be treated the same as them. And you weren't going to take no for an answer. Which is why you stood across from Roman now, issuing the challenge of his rib busting spear.

"Why not?!" you shouted, the anger clearly present in your voice.

"You're not thinking clearly. Your're pissed. That isn't what training is about. You have to focus." he stated rather matter of factly.

"I am thinking clearly. I want you to spear me. You speared Cena and Orton, why can't you do the same to me? Because I'm a-"

"Girl? Yes, well that's part of the reason. We're in a different weight class, you're smaller, you just started learning and you're not ready for all this."

"Stop being such a punk and do it! You think i can't take it? You think i can't come over there and Superman punch your ass into the mat. Bring it Reigns. I asked for it. I'll deal with the consequences." You replied with a smug smirk.

Roman looked at the other Superstars for reassurance and possibly help with the situation. No one knew how to react. It had been quite a long time since a woman stepped into the ring to have an actual match with a male contender. Not even a tag team match had happened in a while. The big man sighed and regretfully lowered his body.

"Fine, but if we get in trouble I'm placing all the blame on you, baby girl."

You steadied yourself, watching him get into position. For a second you mentally kicked yourself for letting your ego get the best of you. This was going to fucking hurt. But you just HAD to show them that you were their equal. You WERE going to be a main eventer. You WERE going to win the women's championship, not the Diva's bullshit butterfly invaluable piece of crap. No, you were a champ that just got knocked flat on her back.

You blinked a few times not knowing where you were. If this was Looney Tunes, Tweety would be flying above you head saying "I thought I told You this was a bad idea."

Roman looked down at you. "Hey? Baby girl, you ok?"

His voice sounded muffled. You wheezed back at him, panting harshly as air couldn't fill you lungs fast enough. Literally, he knocked the wind right out of your body.

"Dammit Anoa'i, did you really have to do that?! You should have just said no!" another muffled voice said.

"I know that! But she wanted it! Did you see the look in her eyes? She meant it. If i didn't give it to her she was going to come for me. She doesn't have a hold of her anger yet."

"Fuck you." You spat, slowly pushing yourself up. Oh yeah, a few ribs were definitely cracked. The pain was almost unbearable but you forced yourself out from under Roman.

"Don't move!" he commanded. Several other stars, joined him in trying to convince you to stay down. The admirable thing to do but you weren't going for admirable.

You climbed the ropes, slowly, fighting off people trying to help you down and protesting that this wasn't smart. Roman especially. It was the hardest to pry his arms from your waist. He was being slightly forceful, insisting you get down but also gentle, knowing you were hurt. A few elbows to the sternum knocked him back far enough for you to complete your moonsault off the top rope and crash into him. The Divas screamed, gasped in horror.

Someone got into the ring and yelled at you, pulling you up from Roman's body. But all that was drowned out. You felt accomplished, overwhelmed that you knocked that giant Samoan flat on his back. You took out a man. And it was AWESOME.

"Let her go, Cena. I'll take care of her." Roman said, sitting upright.

"She's not coming to practice until she's ready to listen dammit! She could've hurt herself!"

"I told you, I GOT IT." that deep baritone voice shut up the other man, only leaving him to let go of your arm and sulk away.

You looked up at Roman. "I kicked your ass." A devilish grin crept onto your face.

"No! What you did was fucking stupid. Get out the ring now. We're going back to the bus. No more training for you."

"But how will I-" Your protest was interrupted by a low growl, warning you that Roman wasn't playing. He meant business. Regretfully you lowered your head and hobbled out the ring, The pain in you side burning with each movement. Roman followed you until he scooped you up in a swift movement to carry you bridal style.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" it sounded loud in your head, but your words came out as a hoarse groan. The pain was too much to fully let you express your anger.

"Look, you can't walk. You'll just stress your body out even more. I did this so let me take care of you, ok?"

You grumbled, his words cutting deep into your pride but at the back of your mind you realized the position you were in. Up against the muscular chest and in the tattooed arms of Roman fucking Reigns. A light blush crept into your cheeks as you looked up at him. Every Diva in the locker room wanted a piece of his firm, cute ass. You tried to convince yourself otherwise but in the end you knew resistance was futile. He was gorgeous, a damn God carved out of stone and he was now carrying you back to his tour bus to take care of you.