Chapter One
The blaring sound of the music inside of the cramped studio apartment was enough to wake the dead. Sasha grinned, jumping out of the shower, it was unbeknownst that she would be joining the tile floor in a game of slip and slide.
"Falling on your ass achievement unlocked!" the fickle blonde laughed on the opposite side of the bathroom door. Sasha sighed cursing as the tingling pain on her backside reflected how much her good friend cared about her.
"Really Charlotte? Baby oil?" She reached for a towel wrapping herself just before pushing the door open. "How did you get in here anyway?"
"You left the door unlocked, again," Charlotte shrugged, "you better tone it down or Adam Rose is going to think your blooming into one of his little rosebuds."
Sasha rolled her eyes, pushing herself from the slippery floor was an obstacle. "It's not so bad, Char," she limped over to her friend who was scrolling through the never ending twitter feed. Sasha quickly dressed into maroon tank top and light-washed jeans. No need for any make-up today, the natural look was enough for the short shift she had today before the Takeover PPV.
"I'll still never understand why you even waste time at a little restaurant when you're a—
"It's far too personal right now," Sasha said looking into the mirror brushing out the dark strands. As much as she wanted to amplify the fact that she didn't come from a wrestling family as Charlotte did, not just any, but from the legendary Ric flair—so in terms of her status quo, her friend definitely had the upper hand. None taken, Charlotte worked just as hard as any of the other NXT rookies and Sasha was happy for her, but as any other aspiring superstar or diva the anxiety to succeed was overwhelming. Working in the indies for two years gave her the experience, and though having personal connections of her own; she still preferred to build her own success.
By the time she arrived to the street favorite Cimmaron Cafe, she caught a glimpse of two of three familiar men trotting into the place making eyes dilate into a whirl of admiration. The Full Sail ring of fan girls were giddy rushing to fix their morning hair in hopes to get the attention of Roman or Seth. Sasha chuckled inside. Seth finally brought his friend—she remembered him mentioning that he was going to introduce her to Roman. She knew who he was for the most part. Her hints on twitter couldn't have been more obvious. It's not like he knew it was her anyway, but after today, whatever Seths goal was he was going to find out.
She took the back entrance waving to a few familiar colleagues, Emma and Bayley were having a cup of coffee to start off the day. The usually alright music was shaded by the chatter and laughing of those in arriving in the restaurant. Seth, and Roman proceeded to grab a table on the upper level balcony. Seth flashed a smile Sasha's way and she returned one grabbing her notepad and heading to their spot.
The two of them finished conversing about something and the first one to order was the Samoan Thor himself. "I think I'll have the Belgian waffle combo," he said immediately raising a brow when he saw her. Good thing she was able to keep her composure because being in his vicinity indeed made her stomach spin. "And what will you have sir," she winked at her good friend, Seth.
"You already know what I want, sweetheart," Seth continued to list his usual of triple sunnyside up as Sasha scribbled down the order. It came to her inquiry that no Dean was around. Usually the three of them never left each others side, but she guessed Dean had other things to tend to. Emma kept glancing their way, it was kind of eerie.
"Fifteen minutes," she said treading back to the kitchen. She jumped over the swinging door to find another fresh rookie and 'hidden' beneath the coffee bar. "Angelo, what the hell are you doing?!" Sasha said grimacing. The brown-skinned guy flipped his snapback around making his glasses slid down his face a bit. "That's real creeper status, you know," she shook her head. Angelo laughed popping up from the coffee bar.
"Let me guess Char got you before I could?" he asked cursing beneath his breathe, Sasha could do nothing, but laugh at the feeble attempted prank day. The morning one was a bit of a surprise, but she wasn't having any other fuckery for today. On a real note, Angelo never just dropped in just to prank her and carry on. There was always an underlying reason.
"So, you gonna tell me what's up or do we have to gamble first?" Sasha asked brewing up the coffee maker. Angelo stood up giving her those run away eyes. He wasn't fooling anyone.
"What are you doing Sunday night after Payback?" He asked dusting off his Jordans, Sasha gave her immediate answer by rolling her eyes and glaring.
"Watching Sailor moon and sleeping," she perked her ears as Seth and Roman's order were called out, "it'll be a busy night."
"Alright, coo," he said helping her gather the shiny silverware, "but get this you've been on a roll with your boss flare why not expand your image into the world of socialites," he said in an almost philosophical tone.
"So are you saying you want me to prance around downtown Chicago with no panties on?" Sasha shook her head, "no thanks Britney handled that one for me."
"Though, I'm sayin' I wouldn't mind that at all," he said flashing a perverted grin, "but seriously we're just about having fun after the show, the rookies and maybe even some of the superstars will be there."
Sasha let out a long sigh. Why did she even gave him time of day to convince her. "Look, I'll go for a little bit and I'll have a good time, Bank On it."
Angelo let out an obvious breath of excitement. "Yes, you tha baddest!" he grabbed his galaxy S4 proceeding to text probably the world about the Chicago raging.
Sasha took the fresh orders of Seth and Roman's out to serve. She took a seat next to Seth playfully nudging him and grinning at Roman. It was interesting seeing Roman outside of the ring. He still looked like he was ready to fight though, but his physique is what made that apparent. Sasha swore there was someone afar near a tree gawking their way. It was definitely a female with long dark hair. Creeper status well deserved for whoever the fan girl was. Sasha shrugged returning her attention to the two hounds. That's what makes the WWE exciting, never knowing who you were going to meet, your inner demons, and how the fans would react; Temptation was it's favorite game and the devil himself knew the rounds of roulette would end in his favor.
Charlotte had done everything in the book to make it clear that she was indeed the new NXT Women's Champion. Everyday since she won at NXT takeover had been about celebrating her new reign. Sasha was indeed ecstatic for her friend, but really she becoming a real parrot. Typically nice and well structured all of a sudden everyone was her worse enemy. Except for Sasha. She wasn't the one to turn her back on a friend, even through the most bull shit drama, but she was becoming a little annoyed with her bragging rights. Sure, Sasha had felt a bit down and even a little jealous because her friend had the gold, but that was natural—every one wanted a shot, and patience was the only way to get it out.
Sasha turned her car into the crossfit gym parking lot barley surviving the traffic of Chicago. This place was a mad house and she couldn't have made anywhere without her GPS aka Summer Rae. Both divas had their hair pulled back into high ponytails, no make-up ready for a workout. They made their way through the entrance, Summer went straight downstairs to the weights. Sasha decided to go hit the punching bag for a few rounds upstairs. She peered through the shut door to see Seth, Randy, and to her surprise the COO Triple H—they were floating some serious conversation. Seth's infuriated grimace made the room seem confined as a jail cell.
"Adapt or perish," the last words the COO said just before he exited the room followed up with Seth throwing a basketball right for Randy's head. Bad aim, because instead it went straight for her, luckily her quick reflexes saved the day.
She stepped through the door too see sand all over floor. Rollins with his fist clenched together, veins ascending from beneath his skin, and sweat dripping from his chin. His shaded irises turned towards her shooting a piercing cold emotion she couldn't touch on. Sasha's stomach flipped over.
"Goodbye, Sasha," Rollins demanded in a burning tone, he turned to the mirror staring at himself in some sort of trance. Sasha crossed her arms walking towards him.
"Up for a sparring session? Like old times?" She asked hoping he was just recovering from an intense interval.
"If we spar Sasha, I may make you bleed, and believe that right now I don't give a damn."
"Are you alright?" She asked in a low saddened tone. The answer was obvious, but she didn't just want to leave him meddling in his anger, that could change a person.
"You decided to care now that you've finally notice?" His sardonic line was like a punch in the face. Had something been wrong and Sasha didn't catch on to? It made her sink to the floor.
"I don't understand.." she sat on the bench near him. Seth scoffed flipping his two-toned hair back.
"Of course you don't understand," he said glaring at her, "the best excuse I've heard all day."
It dawned on Sasha. At NXT Takeover after Charlotte won her match she decided to start her ring of cockiness and spat at Seth. Calling him underrated. Sasha and Roman were backstage chatting before the ordeal and when it happened Seth dipped out before they could catch up with him. Sasha shook her head in hopes to clear things over. Why would one little word boil him this far anyway? "Look, Seth if you're angry at what Charlotte—"
"It's not just about what she said," he snapped boiling over even more, "she just triggered what everyone had been thinking this whole time, and no thanks to you or Roman for not saying a thing to refute her either."
"No, Seth it wasn't like that—," Sasha tried to explain the aftermath, but Seth cut her off."
"Save it," he said snatching his gym bag and storming for the exit. Sasha jumped from the bench running towards behind him catching his hand just in time.
"Just whatever it is Seth," Sasha pleaded, "don't do anything you'll regret, I'm here for you if you need to talk." Sasha gave his hand a squeeze. Pausing Seth looked to the side, making slight eye contact with her; he gave her hand a squeeze as well and left the gym. He was still in there wasn't he?
After Payback 2014
Sasha and various NXT rookies all watched the hopeful ending to the PPV. Seeing Roman get beaten down like that made her cringe. She had only really been getting to know him for a few days now, but really enjoyed the limited time they spent together. "Turn up!" Charlotte said waving over a bartender. Angelo was taking pictures and collecting numbers, or so he thought.
Sasha was joined by one Tyler Breeze who showed up taking selfies. "You know Sasha I don't know why you don't join us more often—you definitely make the crowd look good." Breeze said handing her a shot glass. Sasha gave a questioning smile. She glanced around putting the shot back on to the table. She had enough for tonight and wanted to get back to her room. Oddly enough everyone was looking her way. A crowd of young students appeared blocking the way out completely. "Hey you're Snoop Dogg's cousin right?" One brunette asked with hopeful eyes. Sasha nodded and sighed. Not only was she irritated because of the thirsty ass groupies asking her about her family, but the crowd was making her a little antsy. She picked the shot glass back up throwing back sour apple vodka, the burning sensation did no justice mainly because this was shot number...
It was time to go.
"Angelo!" Sasha called out to her friend who had disappeared into the crowd. Sash pushed through the crowd bumping into Emma in the process. Emma laughed shaking her head. "Drunk, Sasha I didn't know if it was even possible, you need to get home."
"I'm not that drunk," Sasha said rolling her eyes.
"How about a dance?" Emma said doing her quirky trademark dance; Sasha quipped pushing Emma to the side.
"Sorry Emma, but fuck you right now," she snapped losing control of composure. Fuck where was Angelo? "God dammit!" She shoved her way through the crowd heated that Angelo had ran off somewhere. After a few minutes of shuffling, she found him grinning a group of females. She grabbed him by the arm, pulling him to the side. "I'm ready to go, I'm a little to out of it," she said taking a deep breath.
Sasha stepped out of the car relieved that she was finally out of that place. She sighed sending a text to Emma apologizing about being rude. Completely uncalled for. She entered her hotel, kicked her heels off, pulled the uncomfortable dress off and planked on to the king bed. She turned on her back staring at her phone, hovering over Roman Reigns name. He had to be in immense pain after the whole ordeal with Evolution tonight. Sasha sighed, biting her lower lip. Maybe a teasing picture and friendly text would do some good. In essence it was not like her to just throw herself out there like that, but she did say she would have fun tonight. She pulled her laced red bra straps down her shoulders exposing just enough skin. She snapped the photograph and wrote the message beneath it.
Brutal to watch you go through that tonight :(
Hope this makes the healing process go just
a little bit better. ;) See you soon!
-Sasha #BankOnIt #BO$$
Hopefully he would believe in that.
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