AUTHORS NOTES

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.

& For the anon who said my oc needs an attitude adjustment just because she's not falling all over Roman right out of the gate. I'm sorry that you didn't like it, but it is the way it is for a reason. Just trust me on this, them starting out the way they are, makes for such a better story. Not mad at you though, I found it amusing, to be honest. Everyone's got their own opinion.

Anyway, yeah. Thanks to my anon reviewer Eva and dixiewinwrites for their reviews. I'm glad y'all like the story so far. Now, on with the chapter.

CHAPTER ONE:

AWKWARD MOMENTS CAUGHT ON CAMERA

Natasha had only just gotten out of the showers, and was bend down, toweling out her long dark hair, thinking of nothing more than getting back to her hotel room, and relaxing with a bottle of spanish wine. Tonight had been an unnerving one, that much she knew to be true.

Not that she actually blamed Roman Reigns for it, at all.. But, he'd been the one to intervene. Not that deep down, in some way, she didn't love watching him beat the shit out of Damien, or feel a surge of pride and god forbid, lust when he finished and turned to her, smirked and winked before walking away. But she just hated that McMahon was going to trap Roman with a loser like her.

Because she knew she was never going to be good enough, pretty enough or even interesting enough to pull this off. She was awkward and she didn't deal well with other people. Especially not males.

Especially not males that deep down, she was attracted to on some level and often fantasized about at night.

She stood, expecting the shower area to be empty, but to her surprise and disgust, it wasn't. Damien stood there, looking at her, shaking his head in distaste.

Just like her father did for over half her life, because she reminded him so much of her mother, who'd left him, left her with the arrogant stern and mildly verbally abusive bastard.

Figured she'd pick a guy to date that was almost exactly like him, of course.

"What?" she asked stiffly, as Damien walked in and said with a smug look, "Tell me, does it cost a lot?"

"Does what cost a lot, Sandow?"

"Looking that cheap?" Damien asked as he smirked, watching her eyes cloud over with anger. It took exactly six seconds to make her truly angry, and the man enjoyed it. He liked knowing what buttons in her to push, just how to twist the screws and make her feel worthless.

"Fuck you, Damien."

"And there's that gutter trash mouth that grated my last nerve. I really tried to make you a better woman, a more ideal woman."

"Obviously, because there's just so much wrong with me, just the way I am." Natasha retorted as she finished drying her hair, trying her best to ignore him, ignore the scenario she'd been in with Roman earlier in the night.

"Oh but there is. So much I could have fixed, if only you had let me. No, you had to be stubborn, difficult." Damien said calmly as he paused, looked her over dismissively as he usually did.

"If there's so much wrong with me, Damien.. Why on Earth keep hanging around, wasting your time with me?" Natasha asked impatiently, as she grabbed her gear bag, found her keys, got ready to walk out to the parking garage, and just get in her rental car, get as far away from here as she could for now.

Before he could answer her question, another voice spoke up from behind Damien. She swore to herself as she heard Roman practically growl, "That's a good question, actually. Because as smart as you claim to be, Sandow.. you're being really, really stupid right now."

Damien bristled as Roman smirked, and stepped into the room. It just so happened that cameras were now fixed on the three of them, of course, that'd be her own damn luck. So, she had to pretend to be happy to see Roman.

This was an all around awkward situation, but remembering the 'carrot' McMahon dangled in her face earlier about her own permanent gimmick, she knew that her future was riding on how well this worked out. So, she smirked at Damien and then walked towards Roman with an almost realistic fake happy smile.

"Ready to go?" Roman asked her, flashing a wink as Natasha nodded and said "Beyond ready to leave. I am so glad you showed up when you did, he was really starting to annoy."

His arm went around her small waist, and they walked down the hallway. The second the cameras were out of sight, Natasha said quietly, "I hate that bastard. God do I hate him."

She moved Roman's arm, and then muttered a cool "Thanks, Reigns." before walking out of the backstage area, and into the garage. Roman watched her walking out quietly, as he smirked to himself. Apparently, she hadn't been too angry at him for their new gimmick starting earlier.

He turned on his heel only to find Damien standing there,as he rolled his eyes in disdain and said "And naturally, she'd choose you." before turning and walking away, leaving Roman to rake his hand through his long dark hair and wonder just why in the hell Sandow didn't just let go, why he had to keep tormenting Natasha.

There was a lot about her that intrigued him, and made him want her even more. He fully intended on using this gimmick to get closer to her.

And if tonight were any indication, maybe that just might finally happen. He happened to see her black scarf lying on the floor, and stopping, he picked it up, caught up with her in the parking garage.

"You left this back there." he said as he leaned in the window of the small convertible she rented, handing her the scarf.

Natasha smiled vaguely then said "Yeah, thanks.. Anything else?"

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Sleeping. I don't really go out much." Natasha said as she bit her lip, studied him. They'd been on the same roster since NXT.. Why was he noticing her just now?

When she could frankly give two shits less about the male species in it's entirety now. Roman studied her and then shrugging said "We need to go over some stuff, later."

"Yeah.. Like, text me or something. I just want to sleep tonight, Reigns. Kind of exhausted. But tomorrow though?"

Roman nodded then said "Yeah, tomorrow works. Wanna get breakfast or something while we go over everything?"

"Sure. Just not too early, yeah? I'm not a morning kind of girl." Natasha said calmly, rather neutrally, as she reminded herself that men only used you up, hurt you, tossed you to the side.. And this, after all, was nothing more than a gimmick.

No sense in spending excess time offscreen with him, even if deep down she really wanted to.

Roman watched her driving off and wondered to himself why it felt like she was putting as much distance between them as she could. If he didn't know any better, it was almost like she were afraid to get close to him or even become friends.

"I'm going to figure her out." he muttered as he walked back inside.

At least she hadn't totally shot down his asking her to meet up to discuss their gimmick, what McMahon wanted from them both. That was a good sign.

Good enough for now.