The Last One

by ThatWriterGirlWWE

Della Stone has finally (& begrudgingly) signed a WWE contract. Her resume was filled with accolades, classic matches & winning every indy's woman's title there was. She had many accomplishments but there was one she wasn't very proud of: having a one night stand with an engaged then, married now Roman. Now apart of the WWE family she has no other choice but to confront her past.

2. Chapter 2

Thanks for the reviews. I'm glad everyone is enjoying it so far. I said this chapter wouldn't be as long as the first...I lied. It's the Wrestlemania chapter so why not! Plus Della gets a love interest and we'll get Roman's POV of the events.

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WWE Hall of Fame

Della: This shit is long af!

Marina: IKR! We could've been passed out on Bourbon by now.

Sadie: I'm definitely down for that.

Tierra: Everybody is leaving. Can we go too?

Cassie: No! Definitely not! Notice who's still sitting for the most part, NXT talent. If we leave it'll look disrespectful.

Della: *sigh*

Marina: They need to put a time limit on this shit next year. Unless you're the headliner or a big name, your shit shouldn't go over 5-10 minutes. At least get that award show 'wrap it up' music to play them off.

Tonya: & why do they have so many inductees? I know this company has a long history but if they induct 8-10 ppl a year won't they run out of big names after a while?

Marina: I just looked down at us. I wonder if Monica knows we have a group chat seeing as we all have our phones up buzzing at the same time while she's just sitting there.

Della: Lol, who cares? She doesn't consider our feelings when she says something out of her way to us.

Marina: True...

Roman and his wife stayed until after the little boy Jarrius Robertson's speech was over and left. Mark Henry and Goldberg gave their speech to a half empty floor of Superstars.

"Did y'all get the email?" Cassie asked, holding up her phone as they filed into the van outside of the arena.

"No, what does it say?"

"A new Mae Young Classic, coming soon!" Cassie announced.

"Do you think I'll be ready for that?" Sadie asked.

"Uhhh…" Della immediately knew the answer was hell no but still hesitated to reply in order to spare her feelings. "Maybe, who knows."

"Gee, wonder who's going to be the last two standing in the finals...wonder who's going to win," Monica mumbled sarcastically, side eying Della and Marina. "We love a good mystery, don't we."

"You do remember we have a five star match together, right? For all you know it'll be me and you in the finals," Della replied.

"At least you're acknowledging that you'll more than likely be in the finals and will more than likely win. I used to say it was pretty privilege but now it's celebrity privilege I guess," Monica shrugged.

"More like workhorse privilege but if referring to it as that makes you sleep better at night, go ahead," Della rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat so that her back was turned to Monica, ending further discussion.

Marina cleared her throat to interrupt the uncomfortable silence that descended upon the van. "I'm just letting you guys know...I'm going to be dressed naked on Bourbon."

That did the trick and laughter filled the air.

"I won't be naked but I might as well be," Tierra chuckled. "Wait until you see my skirt!"

The bodies wearing wrestling shirts and even lucha masks droned in and out of each other's space as they walked on the circus that was Bourbon Street. They did more eating than drinking the first hour, jambalaya, gumbo, red beans and rice, beignets and café au lait, po'boys. Della wanted crawfish but Marina reminded her that it'd be messy. Then there was the loud music, strippers, beer and hurricane drinks, all of which they consumed with abandon.

Della and Marina clapped when a saxophone player on the street finished before throwing some ones down in his hat. That's when Della noticed they were alone. "Where is everyone?"

"We lost Monica a few blocks ago and I don't think she wants to be found. Cassie and Tonya ducked off in that male strip club we passed and there's Sadie and Tierra over there," Marina pointed. Della looked over to see Tierra and Sadie participating in a zydeco line dance.

"See, that's why I like Sadie. She has nobody's rhythm but she's keeping up with Tierra and the others," Della noted. "She's probably never going to put on a five star match but if she keeps this enthusiasm, she'll be carriable."

"Add in her character and promo work and she may have something," Marina added. "It looks like they're occupied so I guess we can explore a little further."

"This may be the first time we've been alone, just the two of us for the first time since we've been signed," Della reached down to grab Marina's hand but quickly released it. "We look like lesbians."

"Like we give a shit about what people think," Marina reached down and grabbed Della's hand again as they strolled down the streets.

A group of men followed them chanting, "show your tits."

Della turned around and slowly began raising her shirt.

"D!" Marina hissed in fright.

Della stopped when she was right underneath her bra and reached for the zipper on her jeans. She deepened her voice. "Actually, I think my dick is my best feature."

Marina laughed when the men scattered. "I'm surprised they didn't stay. This is Bourbon."

"I wonder if there were wrestling fans in the mix of that. Imagine waking up to 'Della Stone is transgendered and Marina is her lover," Della snorted.

"That'd be hilarious!"

"You ladies coming in?" the bouncer outside of a bar entrance asked as they walked toward him on the sidewalk.

"No, we were just passing," Della replied, hearing a basic guitar strum coming from inside and a loud crowd cheering like it was the best thing they'd ever heard.

"Who's playing?" Marina asked.

"Some guy named Elias," he shrugged. "I've never heard of him but it's packed."

"Elias? Elias who?" Della raised a brow.

"One of those WWF wrestlers," he answered.

"You want to check it out?" Marina turned to Della.

"We're not doing anything else so I guess," Della replied and they bouncer stepped aside to let them in.

"This guy is really living the gimmick, huh?" Marina said as they entered.

"Well, we complain about kayfabe being dead all the time so..."

"Hello, I am Elias," he said into the mic and the crowd erupted.

"Was this shit announced somewhere because it's smark city in here," Della mumbled.

"Look at his arms," Marina sighed dreamily.

Della watched him. He was wearing a white muscle shirt and scarf. His arms were gigantic, filled with muscles. "He is kind of cute, huh?"

"Cute? Puppies are cute. And his body! Rock solid abs. Roman can't relate," Marina whispered, only to be elbowed in the side by Della. "I think you should go talk to him when his set is over."

"Me?" Della's head turned. "You're the one gushing over him!"

"Nah, I think he's nice looking but he's not really my type," Marina shrugged.

"Bitch, what is your type? During the course of our friendship you've had at least 4 boyfriends and none of them fit the same 'type.' What's the tea, sis?" Della probed. "Also, why do you insist on me being the other woman? Elias was at the Hall of Fame...with a date!"

"Oh, well, nevermind," Marina squeaked.

"I believe I asked you a question," Della pressed.

"Can we take a picture with you two?" a group of fans asked and before they could give a yes or no answer, the men were on either side of them posing as one stood in front and snapped the picture.

Elias' set ended to a standing ovation and he disappeared behind the curtain on stage to an "encore" chant.

Another bouncer appeared in front of them. "Elias would like to see you backstage."

"Elias would like to see you backstage," Della mocked. "Who the hell does he think he is?"

"Living the gimmick," Marina shrugged. "Do you want to go see what he's talking about?"

"Not really," Della replied sharply, crossing her arms.

"Come on," Marina said, leading Della to the back by the arm.

"You dragging me to meet a wrestler...seems familiar, no?"

There was an open door that they walked into backstage. Elias was seated on a black leather sofa drinking a bottle of water with his guitar sitting next to him. When he caught sight of them he gave them a quick once over.

"I saw you two at the hall of fame. You were sitting back there with NXT so I'm going to assume you're wrestlers?"

"We are," Della confirmed, leaning against the wall.

"Did y'all like my show?"

"I like your dedication to the Elias character if that counts," Della replied.

"She's dedicated to her character, too," Marina spoke up.

"What's her character?" he asked.

"A cunt."

"Is that right?" Elias asked looking at her and raising a brow. "Does she have an attitude? A little mouth on her? I can work with that."

"Did you work on that with your girlfriend, fiance, wife or whoever that chick was you were with at the hall of fame?"

"Excuse me?" Elias looked a little confused. "What chick?"

"Some girl you were with," Della shrugged.

"Just because she was with me doesn't mean she was with me," he replied.

"So are you single or no?" Marina asked.

"I am," he replied.

"So is Della," she said.

"Della, we have a name," he nodded.

Della gave him a suspicious stare. "I find it hard to believe you're single."

"I know, I look too damn good to be, right?" he said with a cocky smirk spreading across his face.

"Slow your roll. This has nothing to do with your looks. It's your occupation. 99.9% of wrestlers are taken even if they're single," she explained.

"I guess I'm in the .1% because I walk alone. Really, I am. I'm too young to be tied down right now and my career is just heating up. I'm going to be involved with a major segment at Mania matter fact," he replied.

"Major segment? What is it?" Marina questioned.

"No spoilers, babe, no spoilers," he winked.

"How old are you?" Della asked.

"I'm 30," he answered.

"30 is young to you?" Della snorted. "Of course it's not old but still."

"In regular people years, it's not yung but we're wrestlers. Most male wrestlers don't hit their peak until their 30s," he said.

"That only pertains to a wrestler's career. We're talking about your personal life…" Della responds.

"So you want to know about my personal life, eh?"

Sadie: Wya? We looked up & u two were gone?!

Della: Some bar, we're on our way out. Wya? We can meet where we lost each other.

Sadie: Cool. We'll be here.

Della: Have you seen the others?

Sadie: Yeah, Tonya & Cassie are on their way to meet us

Della: Any sign of Monica?

Sadie: Yeah, we ran into her and some indy wrestlers a few minutes ago. She acted like she didn't know us. LOL.

Della: That bitch. -_-

"So you're just going to text in the middle of our conversation?" he asked.

"Come on, Marina, we have to go like right now," Della said, completely ignoring Elias.

"Where's the fire? What's going on?" Marina asked.

"The others are waiting on us," Della replied.

"Oh, okay," Marina said and they turned to leave.

"Wait, do you um want my number?" Elias asked, hesitantly.

"For what?" Della never stopped walking and didn't look back.

"I can help teach you the ins and outs of this business," he replied.

Della stopped in her tracks and turned her head over her shoulder to look at him. "The only thing you can teach me about this business is how to play a guitar."

"Woah," Elias put both hands up in defense. "Nevermind. If I don't see you Sunday or Monday, I guess I'll see you next Tuesday."

"That was really mean of you," Marina said once they hit the streets again.

"I know you aren't talking, Ms. I'm Not Interested," Della said, referring to the elevator incident with Rollins. "You were mean to Seth for no reason."

"And what was your reason for being mean to Elias?"

"He offended me! Just because I'm a pretty and shiny new girl, I'm supposed to give him my number so he can show me the ropes or whatever. You already know where he thinks that shit's going to lead to," Della scoffed.

"I don't know, he seems genuinely nice," Marina shrugged. "I didn't get any bad vibes from him."

"Don't let that one conversation fool you," Della rolled her eyes. "I guess he's getting sent to Smackdown."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because he said he'd see me next Tuesday. Why would he see me next Tuesday when he's on RAW?" Della said and Marina burst into laughter. "What?"

"He called you a cunt! C...U...Next...Tuesday" Marina cackled, almost crying from laughing so hard.

"How genuinely nice of him," Della muttered, sarcastically.

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6 Hours until Wrestlemania.

Della and Sadie were standing in gorilla position. It had monitors everywhere and on the tables were notes and talking points for tonight's show. She stood face to face with the Vince McMahon. Standing in front of him was single handedly the most intimidating moment of her life. All of the women met him but he asked Sadie and Della to stay behind as the others went to explore the stadium.

"You know H has been fighting to get you here for a while now. I've seen you work, Della and you're very talented in all your ventures. I think I speak for him as well when I say we have very high expectations for you and we're going to do everything we can to make sure you reach them. I think you have the potential to be the face of the women's division and a great spokeswoman in the mainstream for the brand behind Ronda of course," he said and Della felt honored to hear it even if he probably just wanted to milk her outside fame in order to promote WWE.

Vince practically fawned over Sadie. The women's revolution seemed to be here to stay but Vince's love for the model types would remain the same. "I saw your promo the other day and I loved it. You are sharp! How old are you?"

"23," Sadie replied.

"Good, you're young. We have plenty of time to train and groom you into a star," he said, enthusiastically before his brows knitted. "What the hell do you mean it won't be ready by showtime?!"

His yell startled them both. Della was confused and Sadie was slightly frightened. "Huh?"

"Headset," he replied, pointing to the ones covering his ears.

"That was crazy," Della said, ducking under the curtain and going out onto the ramp.

"I know," Sadie held her hands in front of her and they were visibly shaking. "It's no secret that I don't know much about this business but Mr. McMahon's aura just screams boss."

"Another blonde at the top, yawn," was the first comment Sadie and Della were welcomed back with when they rejoined the group by none other than Monica.

Marina scoffed. "Yeah, damn that blonde Lita, those blonde Bella Twins, blondeJ Lee and especially that blonde ass Naomi! You're looking very blonde, Della."

"I didn't think anyone noticed," Della flipped her dark locks.

"I was platinum blonde with a fresh set of implants my first run and you see where it got me," Cassie added.

"I know you guys are probably used to it by now but holy shit, I've never seen anything like this before. It's very Willy Wonka-esque" Sadie spun around in awe. It was actually a giant Mardi Gras match. "God, I can't wait until I get the opportunity to perform here. I'm going to turn this into a runway with like little photographers on the side taking my picture as I walk."

"I've been in this business for 12 year and I've never seen anything like it, either," Della stated. She'd been to many big indy pay per views but nothing beat the sights and sounds of Wrestlemania. Taking a look around the stadium, she finally saw why they called it the grandest stage of them all.

"And I've attended 3 Mania's but something about being WWE employed makes this one so special," Marina commented. "It's surreal knowing that in a year or two if I'm lucky, I'll be performing here."

From the ramp, they could see that most of the main roster girls and a few NXT faces were in the ring practicing for the Women's Battle Royale.

Roman's theme hit causing Della's head to snap. He came out in sweatpants and a t-shirt to rehearse his entrance.

"The ring is full right now and we don't want to interrupt the ladies but we want you to get down and do your superhero pose so we can test the effects," the stagehand requested of Roman.

"Ok," Roman compiled, cocking his fist before kneeling and slamming his fist into the ramp in his signature pose. The pyro and fireworks going off caused Della to jump. He stood back to his feet. "Nice."

"That was perfect," the stagehand replied.

When he was done, he looked around a spotted them. Della was hoping he didn't act weird this time and he didn't. In fact he walked over. He went down the line as they introduced themselves. He practically had to jerk himself out of Sadie's grip.

He shook Marina's hand. "Marina, you said? Nice to meet you. Welcome to the WWE."

"Thanks," Marina replied, casually.

From the moment Roman released Marina's hands, his eyes met Della's and she held her breath in anticipation. Walking over, they exchanged a secret look. "I'm Della," she said warmly, extending her hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Della," Roman reached out and clasped his large hand around Della's. When their hands met and their skin touched, a tingle went through her body. She wondered if he felt it too. He gently squeezed her hand before releasing it and moving on to Monica. Della looked down and smiled to herself. Better. Much better, Joe.

"Hey, I saw you yesterday coming out of the dressing room. I was going to introduce myself then as a new talent but I didn't want to be intrusive while you were with your daughter like some others seemed to be doing," Monica said and Roman looked visibly thrown off.

"Uhm, nice to meet you Monique," he said, quickly letting go of her hand.

"It's Monica," she replied.

"Yeah," he mumbled in response. Then he turned and walked away, saying over his shoulders, "Enjoy your first Mania, ladies."

"We will, Big Daddy!" Sadie yelled after him.

"I know they didn't say this when they were giving us the other backstage etiquette tips but it's frowned upon to openly thirst after a wrestler, especially if he's married," Cassie explained. "You don't want to show rat-ish tendencies. The other girls won't respect you."

"Come on, Cass. Back when she was in NXT Sasha used to openly calling him 'bae' and retweet photoshopped manips of them together and she had a fiance and he was married," Marina argued. "There's an exception to every role and that's the Roman Reigns. I'm pretty sure every girl on this roster has gotten a little giddy over him at some point."

"I'm just glad he isn't acting as weird as he did the last two times we ran into him," Tonya said.

"Anyone else notice how soft his hands were? He has such beautiful skin," Tierra sighed.

Della felt a large arm drape over her shoulder and walk her away from the others. They didn't look alarmed and when she looked up she understood why. Triple H. He gestured to the ring where the women were still working on spots. "A slot just opened up. Of course you won't win but it'll get your face out there."

"I'm grateful for the opportunity but I don't think making my debut at Wrestlemania after being signed for a little over two weeks is going to do me any favors with the audience...or backstage if you know what I mean," Della said. How could she just walk in and take a spot that could've went to one of the more deserving women on the main roster. She was dead set on paying her dues and debuting at the appropriate time.

"I understand," he nodded and becked for the others to join them. "What are you waiting for, go down the ring and get acquainted. It's fine that you're cliqued off and getting along but this group is not going to be together forever. Some of you will eventually go to RAW, some of you Smackdown, some of you will remain down in NXT for a while. What are you going to do when you get dropped in a locker room surrounded by faces you've never spoken with before?"

Alexa rolled her eyes at Della as soon as she came into view.

"I thought she was supposedly nice outside of her character?" Della said privately to Marina.

"I'm sure she is but not to elitist indy wrestlers who refer to her as a '5'nothing 95 pounds soaking wet blonde' or whatever you said on the podcast," Marina snorted.

"Well, did I lie?"

"Absolutely not but don't forget where we are. This is not the indies where we had actual clout and could talk as much shit about who we wanted whenever we wanted. As far as WWE is concerned, Alexa is at the top of the mountain and we haven't even laced our hiking boots yet," Marina pointed out.

"But we're the cream….," Della prompted.

"...and the cream always rises to the top," Marina finished the Macho Man Randy Savage quote. "Okay, I'm going to go speak to a few of them so I won't look all anti-social."

"I guess I'll try to do the same," Della sighed, finding the first familiar face she saw. Asuka or Kana as Della knew her. "Kana, Konnichiwa(Hello)!"

"Delesia!" Asuka said, which followed by her speaking rapid Japanese that Della understood basically saying that she'd heard about Della signing and couldn't wait to face her again.

"Hai(yes)!" Della replied and followed it by asking Asuka in Japanese if she was excited about her Wrestlemania debut match tonight. Asuka tried to smile but she looked sad which caused Della's heart to drop. "Ganbatte(good luck)."

"Arigato(thanks)!" Asuka replied before rejoining Charlotte in the corner.

"Hey, Supermodel," Sasha said approaching her. Della was confused by the greeting especially because Sasha knew exactly who Della was seeing as she's liked shady tweets about and personally shaded Della on Twitter.

HeyYo041017: I'd love to see a match between The Boss SashaBanksWWE and The Best DStone92.

SashaBanksWWE: There won't be a "Best vs Boss" because the Boss IS the Best. #IDontKnowHer

DStone92: Sorry HeyYo041017, I don't watch the "others," don't typically pay attention to the "others" and I definitely don't sit on Twitter waiting to like negativity about the "others." The insecure always tell on themselves. #YesYouDo

Liked by SashaBanksWWE:

It's funny how the captain of the "I'm too good for the WWE" squad because of a model era that's dead and gone has a Sports Illustrated cover and is now on the cover of Vogue Brazil. #hypocrite

D. Stone and Marina's friendship is the poor man (I'm sorry, indy man's but what's the difference) Sasha and Bayley.

Are we sure D. Stone isn't dating Meltzer because that alleged 5 star match was no better than SashaBanksWWE vs itsmeBayley's NXT match. That plus him claiming her to be the GOAT female wrestler is suspect af.

Name one thing DStone92 does better than SashaBanksWWE other than pander to smarks. I'll wait.

Remember when D. Stone said it'd be a cold day in hell before she signed a WWE contact? Hope Satan has enough blankets and hot chocolate to go around because that day is upon us.

Guess all the wwe shade was just lowkey envy. Glad she finally came to terms with it and signed...like they all do.

"Oh, I guess you're still pretending to not know me. If that's the case, let me help you out. The supermodel is over there," Della pointed to the other side of the ring where Sadie and Mandy appeared to be having an important conversation and possibly exchanging blonde hair maintenance tips seeing as Sadie reached out to touch Mandy's golden locks and then Mandy touched hers in return.

"No, I have the right one. I can't exactly call you a woman's wrestler anymore with all your extracurricular activities," Sasha looked her up and down.

"Girl, bye. Are you serious? You know my 5 star match came after my extracurricular activities, right?"

"Yeah but taking a look at your Instagram, it's about 75% modeling, 25% wrestling so what's your priority?"

"And the truth comes out. I'm glad you're finally admitting to keeping tabs on me," Della said with a triumphant, smug look on her face. "Taking a look at yours, over 50% of yours is makeup and modeling...or did those lingerie and bikini shoots on the beach with Summer Rae fall under the wrestling category?"

"But it's not consuming me and thanks for confirming that you spy on me too," Sasha winked.

"It's not consuming me either. Look at me," Della said, wearing a pair of Jordans, baggy jeans and an oversized Wrestlemania 34 hoodie. "I think this I'm the real woman's wrestler argument would go a lot smoother for you if you didn't come out with pink hair and your face highlighted and contoured to the gawds but okay."

Sasha's brown eyes narrowed. "I like you."

"I like you too, I guess," Della reached her hand out and they shook.

One hour before showtime.

Backstage was wild and hectic. It was no different from Bourbon...minus the alcohol and strippers of course. Everyone was rushing around, bumping into each other and vigorously busy. Seamstresses, hairstylist and makeup artists were were moving around frantically getting the women and men ready for the show. They found a corner where they could watch the TV screens and see all the backstage action.

Matt Hardy won the Andre the Giant trophy and Cedric Alexander won the Cruiserweight Championship. It was now time for the Women's Battle Royale and they clapped and cheered the women as the women lined up in gorilla position.

Becky's theme hit first to lead the charge and all the women filed out until Sasha's theme hit and she went out last.

Two former best friends stood in the middle of the ring and it was Bayley who got the upper hand, throwing Sasha out to a huge pop. "Alright Bayley! She went from that horrible Bliss angle with never being kissed and refusing to use a kendo stick to turning on her best friend!"

"Don't speak too soon, look!" Marina said as the camera panned to Naomi who was the eventual winner.

"Oh, swerve. I love Naomi so no complaints," Della shrugged.

After the show, the women were all hugs and smiles, feeling proud of their performances. The WWE camera crew were taking pictures, videos and getting interviews. Stephanie thanked everybody for doing a great job and reminded them that there will be an after party in the hotel lobby.

Chloe and Halle went out on stage to sing America the Beautiful.

"Here comes creeper smile," Marina nudged Della and she looked up to see Prince Devitt or Finn Balor walking toward gorilla. She was surprised to see that match go on first.

Finn waved to them when he noticed them sitting there. "Long time no see."

Dean Ambrose appeared in street clothes as he was still injured. Rollins in ring gear wasn't too far behind. Dean noticed her and tapped Rollins on the shoulder. He put his hand out. "I want my 20."

Della wondered what the hell that was about.

"I'm not exactly dressed to be carrying a wallet," Rollins replied. He then walked over. "D. Stone, you finally jumped ship."

"Yeah, I guess," she smiled, noticing his contacts. "Nice eyes."

"Just for decoration. They're coming out after the entrance."

"I know I tweeted you after it happened but let me just say, I loved that match. It deserved every star," he said and Della wondered how Monica felt about him not acknowledging her on Twitter or with her standing a few inches away. He turned his attention to Marina. "Ali, is it?"

"Yeah, and I'm still not interested," she mumbled under her breath only for Della to here. Della elbowed her. "It's Marina."

"Was that so hard four years ago?" he snorted.

Miz and the Miztourage passed.

"Video package is almost over, Rollins," Mr. McMahon called for him.

Burn it down!

"Wow!" they exclaimed when the pyro went off. "His entrance is lit...literally."

Della tuned out of the match and began browsing on Twitter. She noticed her fansite owner arguing. Her fans were called Stoners which is what potheads also called themselves. Management hadn't said anything thus far but she knew that name would have to change.

DStoneOrg: Bye! Della would never and I don't appreciate you attacking her mentions over some insecure fangirl trying to start trouble.

Della was curious and decided to inbox her.

Della: What's going on?

DStoneOrg: It's nothing, Queen. Enjoy WM, hopefully you'll be on the card next year.

Della: Nah, it's going to bother me all night if I don't know.

DStoneOrg: It's stupid but here *link*

Della clicked the link and it went to some blog and the first post she saw was, "Keep your eyes peeled for a Della and Roman hook up. I think she likes him."

Della's hand shook as she read the works. She knew it'd look suspicious if she didn't reply to her fansite owner.

Della: Wtf? Where do they even get this shit from.

DStoneOrg: They pull it from their ass. I told u it was stupid. I know you would never!

Della: Ever!

Della gasped in air fast and hard, nearly hyperventilating from panic. What did this person know? Her body temperature rose several degrees.

"What's wrong, D?" Tierra looked around which caused the others to look around. The added attention made it worse and she a bead of salty sweat dropped from her hairline and ran directly into her mouth.

Marina stood and pulled Della until they were hiding behind a gold thrown. "What the hell is going on?"

"Look," Della thrusted her phone in Marina's face.

"Oh shit," Marina's eyes widened as she read the words. She grabbed the phone from Della and began clicking around. Her expression relaxed. "Did you read the rest?"

"I didn't need to, that's all I needed to see!"

"Someone asked the poster why she felt that and her reason was because you defended him on Josh's podcast. That's it. You know how wrestling fans are when it comes to a wrestler's personal life. They read into everything. If a male and female wrestler follow each other on Twitter it means they like each other. If they're seen in the same vicinity of each other, not even next to each other, it means they're fucking. Just don't make defending Roman an everyday thing and you'll be safe."

"I guess you're right," Della knew she'd have to move very carefully to not expose herself.

Crew members moved the throne that they stood behind and men dressed in gold wearing trojan heads walked to gorilla.

1-2-3! The winner of this match and the new intercontinental champion, Seth Rollins.

"Damn, we missed that whole match," Della shook her head.

"I guess they're getting Charlotte and Asuka out of the way early," Marina said. "Let's go back over because this is not one to miss."

The entrances happened and the match was underway.

"This may be Charlotte's best match," Cassie commented.

"No!" Marina stood to her feet when Charlotte hooked her figure 8. "Asuka's going to reverse it, right? Right?"

"Nope," and as soon as Della said it, Asuka tapped. Even people backstage gasped as Charlotte's music played.

"I can't believe it," Cassie's mouth hung open.

"Me either. I thought for sure we were going to get armbar vs armbar with Asuka vs Ronda," Marina said in shock.

"I'm not surprised. They're setting Charlotte up to be the kayfabe GOAT like her father is on the male side. All those first ever matches, she's won. She's already beat Trish's combined 828 days as champ record and she's going to eventually pass Trish's number of reigns. They've invested so much in her so why the hell not," Della shrugged. "I just hope this doesn't push Asuka to the back burner like it did Sasha when she put Charlotte over."

"So I'm guessing it's going to be Ronda vs. Charlotte next year in the main event of Wrestlemania…" Cassie sighed. "It's already booked.

"Keep it!" Marina laughed. "The first women to main even should've been me vs D."

"Eh, there's first and then there's best so I'm not shook," Della replied.

"Uh, Marina, I think Orton is trying to get your attention," Tierra said. Della also noticed that he'd been walking back in forth in front of them warming up for his match next while occasionally glancing at Marina.

Marina scoffed and turned the back of her head to him. "His wife is crazy and his washed up ass isn't even worth the headache. No thanks."

The match came and went. Della didn't really pay attention. She was completely zoned out until the loud sound of bikes caught her attention for Triple H and Stephanie's entrance.

"Really badass," Tonya commented.

"Do you guys think she'll be any good?" Sadie whispered as Ronda walked by.

"Well, she's been an athlete for 20 years, is an Olympian and Judo is pretty much grappling. She probably won't be a technical wizard but she'll be okay to say she just started training," Della replied and she was right.

The USO tag match was next and they kept glancing at her and talking amongst themselves. She guessed Roman told them his secret. The Bludgeon Brothers won.

"Bludgeon Brothers, really? Who asked for this?" Marina shook her head.

"They could've taken 5 minutes off of that mixed match and gave it to them," Della replied. "This shit couldn't have been anymore than 5 minutes."

"Look," Marina hissed in Della's ear.

Della looked over to see Elias standing in the corner tuning his guitar. He caught her gaze and sent her a courteous nod that she immediately returned. "I wonder what he's doing that's so major?"John's theme played and it immediately hit her. "Don't the lights go off when Elias enters to sing?"

Marina gasped. "They sure do."

John beat Elias and exited the ring.

"Is he coming?" Tonya asked.

"I think so," Cassie said and the others followed her gaze until they found the Undertaker walking down the hallway.

"OMG!" Della whispered. There were few people who were capable of making Della mark out and The Undertaker was one of them. "I'm dead. Text my mom right now and tell her I've been found dead!"

"If anyone needs a bathroom break or food run, I suggest you take it now while Taker is making his entrance," Marina joked.

"I have to go check on my makeup," Sadie announced, standing to her feet. "I just tried to take a selfie and my nose was oily."

Daniel Bryan's return match ended and Nia was crowned the new champ. They were halfway through AJ vs Shinsuke.

"Okay, this match is good but it's not living up to the 'dream match' hype," Cassie stated.

"Yeah, Shinsuke isn't doing half the strikes he did in New Japan and when he does strike it's not with the same intensity. I don't know if it's a personal choice or if management told him to tone it down or what," Della added. "He's not working strong style at all."

"I can see him toning it down for safe style Miz or brittle bones Orton but that's AJ Styles out there at WrestleFreakinMania. Go big or go home," Marina said.

"Hello, business just picked up," Della said when Shinsuke turned heel. "And that knee to the face looked mighty stiff."

"Damn, I forgot all about the RAW tag match," Tierra yawned. "This shit is long!"

"No ones even paying attention to us so can we dip and hit Bourbon again?" Sadie looked bored and Tonya looked restless as well. "I already saw some of the main roster women rolling suitcases out of here."

"But the main event…" Della tried to reason with them.

"WWE gave us the network free as long as we're employed. We can watch it on the car ride back to the hotel," Cassie said.

Della squeezed Marina's thigh for backup.

"No you, Ms. As a Newbie, we should do everything by the book, trying to bail on the main event," Marina scolded. "You know it's customary, especially as a newbie, to stay and watch as many matches as they can."

"You're right," Cassie nodded, backing down.

"But the traffic," Sadie groaned, sinking down in her chair.

The RAW tag was over and Braun and a little boy won in one of the most wtf moments in recent WWE history.

Paul Heyman and Brock Lesnar came into view. Brock was huge and looked downright scary. Who'd even want to fake fight a guy who looked like that. He stopped and stared at Sadie with a blank expression before disappearing into gorilla.

"Oooh Sadie, did he just check you out?" Tierra grinned.

"I hope not!" Sadie sounded terrified.

"Makes sense. His wife Sable, tall, hot blonde. Sadie, tall, hot blonde. The man clearly has a type," Cassie chuckled.

"You better get that. If he actually stays after this match, he'll have plenty of pull so she'll have a streak longer than Asuka's," Marina laughed.

"RAW, Smackdown and NXT Women's Champ at the same damn time!" Della said, amused. "They'll probably make Char vs Ron in the main event of Mania next year a triple threat and add you."

"Just when I decide I like you bitches!" Sadie rolled her eyes, fighting to keep the smile off of her face.

The video package for the match started and Roman appeared with his hair still in a bun. He pulled it loose and bent his head down to wet it with a water bottle and drank the remainder when he was done. He didn't look nervous but he also didn't look confident, his expression was hard to read. He was staring off blankly until their eyes met. She let a small smile say good luck since she couldn't. There may have been a twitch at the corner of his lip, a glimmer of a smile threatening to break through...but it didn't and he headed to gorilla as well.

His music hit to boos and his pyro effect was timed perfectly. Lesnar's music hit and he was cheered. The crowd seemed burned out and she didn't blame them after seven hours.

"Seriously? Yeah, let's boo the guy because of his booking and he's allegedly undeserving but let's cheer the part timer holding the title hostage and just getting a paycheck. Smark logic," Della rolled her eyes.

Marina: You're doing it again…

"I read on the dirtsheets that he's leaving anyway. Dana White said Brock was returning and he sure is in the audience. Probably came to see Ronda but still," Cassie said.

"Is he okay?" Sadie sat up as Brock suplexed Roman around outside of the ring hard.

"This crowd sucks," Marina shook her head as a 'this is awful' chant broke out. From the very bell to start the match, the majority of the audience was verbally shitting on the match, hardly paying attention, and playing with beach balls. "I mean what the fuck? If you don't like Roman, that's fine because he's not a favorite of mine either but you pay hundreds upon thousands of hard earned cash to travel to New Orleans and attend the show of shows to troll?"

"I figured they'd be too tired to act up but I see I was wrong," Della said, shaking her head.

They all gasped in horror when Roman sat up and blood gushed from his forehead. Della's jaw dropped. "Holy shit."

"I haven't seen a crimson mask that bad since that time Eddie G bladed too deep and hit a vessel," Marina commented.

"Did Roman blade?" Tierra asked.

"Who needs a blade when you have Lesnar's fist? He was legit going in on those punches. The last one was loud," Cassie answered. "Happened in the vs Orton match, too."

"Alright, he's gotten beat up, he's bleeding, let's get his triumphant comeback sequence out of the way so we can go back to the hotel," Marina sighed.

F5 attempt. Spear. Another spear. F5. 1-2-3.

"What?" Della jerked forward in her chair.

"That's it?" Marina was equally shocked. "Was this shit called due to the bleeding or what because that can't be what they sat down and planned. If so, they set out to make it suck."

"Welp, people complain about WWE being predictable and I didn't predict any of this shit happening," Monica spoke for the first time tonight. "Asuka tapping, Jinder winning, Ronda being decent, Luke Harper and the other one winning the tags, Cena getting squashed in 2 minutes, Shinsuke turning and finally, Roman losing!"

"Brock is never fucking leaving, is he?" Della said.

"More reason for Sadie to hop on him and get that push," Tonya laughed.

"Not with those teeth," Sadie gagged.

"He's held it a year so he'll need it a hundred more to erase CM Punk's record. They already erased AJ from the books by having Nikki break her streak. You know how petty WWE can be," Cassie said.

When the replays were done they showed Roman limping over to his family. His daughter's head was down on the barricade and she looked sad. His wife reached out her hand and when he grabbed it he couldn't even look at her. His father and the rest of his family were quiet and looked sad as well.

"Poor guy. Imagine having your family front row to witness you literally giving your blood, sweat and tears only for the crowd to shit on you," Marina commented.

"Awww, Big Daddy, he looks so sad walking away," Sadie observed. "I hope his wife gives him some sympathy sex tonight."

"Look at him, the only thing he's going to want tonight is a hot bath, not a shower, a bath to soak himself and then a soft bed," Tierra said.

He looked dejected, sad and slightly dazed as he looked around the arena.

"Either Roman's been taking acting classes or he's legit upset," Della siad. "I think we should go. I don't think he'd want another audience staring at him when he gets back here."

Marina: Shit that was rough. The match was horrible too.

Della: Yea but my impression is the fault lies with Brock. He doesn't seem to care at all at this point. It's embarrassing to have a champ with no pride when he's main eventing WM.

Marina: I still can't believe Roman lost. This shit was supposed to be gift wrapped to him.

Della: I know & did u see his face...I was so sad for him.

Marina: Of course you were, lol. U are over him, rite? We seem to be liked backstage so far by the higher ups and ppl who matter. Don't want anything jeopardizing that.

Della: Duh, I've had 4 years to get over it.

Marina: Cool. Just checking.

That was the thing. Della thought she was over it but now she realized that she was just blocking it out. She definitely didn't fall in love with him in one night but she couldn't pretend like being around him wouldn't be hard. She was happy that after RAW, she'd be going back to NXT far away from him.

---

RAW.

(Roman's POV)

"Are those new girls who've been stalking Triple H debuting tonight or something?" R. Truth asked as they watched a group of women following Triple H. Everywhere he went they were a few steps behind.

Among them was Delesia and her friend. He was impressed with how she seamlessly transitioned from tomboy in baggy jeans last night to the standard of feminine beauty in her dress and heels tonight. When it was time to come up, she was going to be a lamb in the wolves den. It was going to every man's mission to be the first, well second, but first to be able to say they hit that.

"No, they aren't," Cesaro answered. He was dating Sara Amato, the NXT trainer so he was in the know more than Roman would be about the going ons down in NXT.

Every now and then they'd make eye contact. She'd never look for very long and never when she thought she was being observed. As far as he could tell, they weren't doing anything to warrant any attention. Her blue eyes held concern and he understood why. The match last night left him deformed with a mean knot and dent on his forehead. 12 sutures and 10 staples. He knew going into the match that it was going to be another level of physicality. Their last Wrestlemania match he'd gotten a few ribs cracked. He was ready for anything except his head being opened in front of his wife and especially his ten year old daughter. He'd always assured her that daddy wasn't really being hurt but he couldn't even pretend in that case. That was one of the things (among others) that upset him the most about the match. But he was never one to bitch or cry so he took his beating like a man.

Delesia looked around again to make sure no one paying attention and mouthed, 'are you okay?' and he nodded in return. Then the other one, Marina looked at him and narrowed her hazel eyes, scolding him silently.

"And they definitely aren't debuting tonight seeing as only one of them is main roster ready and that's D. Stone. Maybe the blonde in a none wrestling role," Cesaro continued. "The red head has no experience and neither does the dreadhead. Goes without saying the blonde is awful in the ring but apparently she has the look, charisma and can cut a promo which is why she could work as a manager. Cassie went to the indies and came back okay but her storyline is going to keep her down in NXT for a while. Monica is awesome but she can't really carry anyone because she's used to working with people just as good or better. If Della is 1A, Marina is 1B but they're going to make her tone down her style. Imagine her attempting some flippy shit to the outside of the ring with Alexa waiting to catch her. Plus she has no in-ring psychology. You can work her leg the entire match and stab her in it and she'll still go to the top rope and hit a corkscrew shooting star press like it's nothing. She's basically Will Ospreay with tits."

"Is something up between Monica and that Delesia chick?" Roman asked since Cesaro was in a sharing mood. "I sensed some heat when I shook hands with them yesterday."

"Delesia?" Finn's brows knitted. "I haven't heard anyone call her by her real name, ever."

"That's how she introduced herself to me," Roman shrugged, playing it cool. He reminded himself that he slept with Delesia; Della is his coworker. Della, it made sense seeing as it was easier to chant than Delesia. It also made sense why he couldn't find her under Delesia on social media after the fact. He just assumed she'd given him a fake name.

Cesaro answered. "It's the age old story about the older, more experienced wrestler feeling intimidated by the younger, better looking wrestler's success. Same script, different cast."

"You know this girl?" Elias stepped up and asked. This past weekend made a year since his debut on the main roster. He seemed like a good guy. He hasn't had any heat with anyone backstage and as far as his character, Roman could tell he was going to be a star unless booking fucked him over in the future.

"No, not personally," Cesaro shook his head. "Most of this information is from Sara."

"I do," Finn said, smirking and Roman braced himself for what he'd hear. He'd be crushed if Finn said she was a bitch and a pass around.

"So what's up with her?" Elias inquired and Roman had a feeling this questioning came from more than a place of general curiosity.

"She's legit, that's the first thing you need to know. She loves this business," Finn said. "I know her from Japan."

"And…?" Elias pressed which confirmed Roman's suspicions.

"Oh," Finn chuckled when he realized what details Elias really wanted. "I'm guessing she's single. She doesn't really fuck around and if she does, it must be outside of the business. Matter fact, we all assumed she was a virgin until we had a party and played "never have I ever: sex edition" and she took a few shots."

Roman couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face. She was tight but she definitely wasn't a virgin the way she sucked and rode him that night.

---

That night...4 years ago.

Roman was in his zone as he made his way through the crowd fresh off of his Summerslam win against Orton. He took the last two steps off the bleachers and then he was making his way through the floor as fans patted his back and filmed him with their phones.

He always paused and looked around when he got to the barricade before jumping. When he looked to his right, he couldn't help but notice the girl standing next to him. She was stunning with the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. They were very distinctive almond shaped blue in color, maybe blue-gray and very expressive.

She probably didn't know a thing about wrestling. He knew there were pretty wrestling fans as he ran into them everyday and at his signings but this girl was on another level. He assumed she was dragged here by her boyfriend until he looked behind her and saw an almost equally beautiful latina standing behind her.

Screams caught his attention and he took his eyes away from the girl and saw two half naked women holding up a sexually charged sign. Rats. The latina looked back and rolled her eyes at them and he knew right then that they weren't together. He was aware that he was a good looking guy and knew that there were fans who were attracted to him but he tried to ignore the rat population. The attention he was now receiving came out of nowhere. He was always handsome growing up and in high school was voted most attractive but in college he gained a lot of weight to play defensive tackle and considered himself a ham.

He jumped over the barricade, entered the ring and before he knew it the match was underway. Maybe she was familiar with wrestling afterall. She seemed to be paying attention to the action instead of her head down on the phone like the rats were doing. She even did the RVD gesture when Rob did it. Everytime they caught eyes, she didn't react. In fact she looked away a few times and pretended she wasn't interested.

The match was over and he headed to the back to the locker room. He sat and watched a match between his cousins, the tag team champs, Jey and Jimmy (or Josh and Jon as he knew them) against Gold and Stardust.

Then it was time for his Shield brothers to go at it. Personally, he thought it was a little too early to split them and he thought they needed a longer face run. He also hoped they could change their characters up a bit but the way they broke up and how early it was, they weren't able to do that. But it was what it was and now it was his time to sink or swim alone.

Ambrose and Rollins fought over the barricade into the crowd and the camera panned to the girl and her friend's reaction.

"I swear those two have gotten more camera time tonight than some of us all year," Josh said.

"Can you blame production? They're bad as hell," Jon replied. "The one on the right has that sexy latina shit going on. The one on the left is wifey material."

"That's Blue," Roman found himself saying aloud.

"Who?" they asked simultaneously like the twins they were.

"You know her?" Josh asked.

"Nah, never seen her a day in my life," Roman replied.

"Where did you get that 'Blue' shit from then?"

Roman sighed, thinking back to their brief encounter. "If you saw that chick's eyes up close. I can't even describe it. It was wild."

"I know goddamn well," Jon started. "How do you wait until you halfway down the altar to want to dip your toes in the rat pool."

"I ain't say nothing about dipping toes or anything else in anything. Besides, those aren't rats," Roman said, and his cousins laughed.

"Shiiid, if thinking you're precious Blue isn't a rat makes you feel better, go right ahead."

"I'm serious," Roman looked at the screen to find Rollins and Ambrose fighting their way back towards the ring through the crowd which would grant Blue more camera soon. Pretty soon, she came back into view. "Look at the girls beside them," when the camera panned over, those seats were empty. "Nevermind, they're gone but that just proved my point. The actual rats left when they didn't hit their target, me. Those two are still here seemingly enjoying the show."

"Why would they leave early when they're trying to catch someone after the show?" Josh antagonized.

Roman ignored the comment and turned his attention back to the screen.

"What's up with the bachelor party, Big Dog?" Rollins asked as they pulled out of KFC and headed to their hotel.

"Ain't gonna be none of that," Roman chuckled in the backseat. It just hit him...on Friday he'd be a married man. He was marrying the love of his life. They were both college athletes. He'd watch her in practice from across the way for months before getting the nerve to approach her. They had their first date on Valentine's Day and never looked back.

"There's a strip club not too far away from the hotel. We can get you a few lap dances and call it a night," Ambrose suggested.

"I'm good," Roman declined.

"Lame," Rollins shook his head as he swerved through traffic.

Roman was considered the chaperone of the group. Maybe he would've been wilder in the pre-social media era but there were too many blogs and smartphones snapping pictures nowadays. Rollins should know that as many times as he'd been caught in bar pictures in close proximity of women who weren't his fiancé. After Roman went undrafted he struggled, there were times when he didn't know how he'd pay his rent for the month and was living off food stamps with Galina and a newborn baby. Now that he was on the come up he wasn't going to piss it away with reckless behavior.

"So you're seriously not going to do anything? Nothing?" Rollins asked.

"I may have a drink at the hotel bar but that's it for me," Roman answered.

"The least you can do is come out to a bar with us," Ambrose said.

"Told you I'm good," Roman said as they pulled up to the hotel.

"Well I guess we can let you out now, then," Rollins said, shifting into park and the doors unlocked.

Roman looked around before opening the door and getting out. Kayfabe wise they were broken up so he didn't want to risk fans getting pictures of the three of them together.

"Rome!" Rollins called when Roman collected his bags from the trunk.

"Yeah," Roman walked up to the window.

Rollins reached into his wallet and jokingly handed Roman a condom. "Just in case."

"Oh please," Ambrose snorted before they sped off.

Roman went upstairs, ate and changed his clothes before heading downstairs to the bar. It was filled with nothing but older guys sitting in the booths and a few hipster looking kids at tables who looked far too young to be in here. There were also two women sitting at the bar on stools. It wasn't until he walked a little closer that he recognized them from the show. The Latina looked pretty much the same but 'Blue' traded her baggy clothes for a dress, her hair was straightened and she wore makeup. He planted himself on the stool next to her. Neither of them looked up.

He raised a brow in astonishment when he heard them dissecting the show. Guess they were fans after all. Blue didn't seem too fond of the Diva's division from what he could tell and she came down hard on their in-ring skills. That got an eye roll out of him. It was easy for fans who've never taken a single bump to shit on performers from the outside looking in. They didn't know the hardship of training, what they put their bodies through and the blood, sweat and tears they put into their craft.

Roman was on his second drink by the time she noticed him beside her. Looking at her, you wouldn't think she was as shy as she appeared to be during their exchange. She excused herself and went to the bathroom.

The Latina leaned over the empty seat. "Excuse my friend. She's an awkward mess out of character."

Out of character? He wondered what that meant but didn't dwell."So you girls are legit wrestling fans huh?"

"Yep. Wrestling is basically our life," she winked. "My friend eats, sleeps and breathes it. It took her a minute to get sold on you, though."

"Oh really?" he asked, amused.

"Yeah because you're so pretty and you have 'the look' so she thought you were going to be just hype but you eventually won her over," she replied.

"Glad to know," he snorted.

"Yep, she's a hard critic. She doesn't really have to go to the bathroom. I think she just wanted to escape you. In her mind she probably thinks you're making fun of her or something," the Latina revealed.

Actually, Roman thought it was cute. It was a welcome change from women trying too hard to be sexy and seductive in his presence. He finished his drink and slammed the glass down on the bar. He looked back over at the Latina. The bartender, Blue's cousin was finally serving them again. "Hey, I'm about to head upstairs and lay it down. It was nice meeting you…?"

"Marina," she smiled. She was crazy gorgeous as well.

Roman pulled out his wallet to tip the bartender when he noticed the condom from Rollins. It was as if it burned his fingers when he touched it. They've been a couple of times when he was unfaithful in his relationship, mostly when he and G were having growing pains in their relationship and had unofficial breaks but he didn't actively set out to cheat. Those few occasions happened when he ran into old flames he'd had in college or a few girls he'd known forever from his hometown of Pensacola. There wasn't any feelings there, they knew what it was and so did he. But he hadn't cheated since he'd gotten down on one knee and had no plans to do so when he said I do. But for some strange reason he found himself staring off into the direction of the bar bathroom.

Many men found themselves evaluating their lives before the vows and Roman was no different. He knew he loved Galina with all of his heart and never wanted to be without her but sometimes he wondered if he missed out on anything by settling down so early. They were just two college kids having fun with no one to worry about but themselves. He was only 21 when he found out that she was pregnant and at 22 he held his daughter for the first time and became a father. His future was pretty much written from that point on. He'd start his NFL career, marry her and provide a wonderful life for her and their daughter. When he went undrafted, his new plan was to play football in the Canadian league, marry her and provide a wonderful life for her and their daughter. When that didn't work out, his new plan was to get any job, marry her and provide a wonderful life for her and their daughter. When that didn't work out, his new plan was to follow in his father and the rest of his bloodline's footsteps and wrestle, marry her and provide a wonderful life for her and their daughter. The plans may have changed but the goal remained the same and here he was four days away from reaching it with a condom in his hand and blue eyes on his brain. The devil on his shoulder whispered: 'What would one last hurrah hurt if you plan on staying faithful for their rest of your life? Get it out of your system and start fresh Friday.'

Roman had no control of his body as he slid off the stool. His brain was directing him to the elevator but his legs stopped him in front of the women's bathroom. Now it was the angel's turn to reason with him: 'It's not too late, Joe. G will never know but you will. In twenty years do you want to look back on your wedding day knowing a hookup happened days before? Turn around before Blue walks out of the door.'

Too late. He hasn't had the opportunity to think about what his conscience told him before the door opened and Blue stepped out. She looked startled when she caught sight of him. There was no way this girl would sleep with him and maybe that's why he was standing here. Just to know he made an attempt which would satisfy his devil without actually cheating and satisfying his angel.

He was settled upstairs, had talked to G, said goodnight to Joelle and was towel drying his hair when he heard a knock on his door. He knew it wasn't Blue. He also hoped it wasn't Rollins and Ambrose with a stripper because it sounded like a woman's voice whispering as he approached. Leaning against the door, he was shocked to see Blue standing there. She kept looking back arguing with a shadow, Marina he assumed.

She was here, now what? Was he really going to go through with this. He looked down at her cleavage: yes. The question now was, was she really going to go through with this. He'd have to make her as comfortable as possible if this was going to happen.

The sex was amazing. Being inside of her just felt right, so right that he accidentally forgot to wear a condom upon entering. He could tell she was a freak and he wasn't surprised because they always say the quiet and shy ones are the biggest. He started thinking about more stuff they could do and try...until he remembered he was an almost married man. Tonight was going to be it for him and she was the last one.

She was very easy to talk to and she came across like a lifelong wrestling fan. G wasn't. She supported him 100% but she didn't understand a lot of things he needed to vent about so it was good to get a few things that he didn't even want to tell his Shield brothers off of his chest with who he now knew as Delesia. She didn't seem like much of a WWE fan in general because when he asked her favorite wrestlers she named old school male and female wrestlers from Japan. Nevertheless, she listened as he spoke and occasionally gave her opinion.

Roman woke up ten minutes before his alarm and turned it off so it wouldn't ring and wake Delesia. She looked so innocent and peaceful but her nipples were erect and her vagina was still leaking juices from hours ago. He worried how much of that juice was his. After their chat he went in for a round two. If only Rollins had given him two condoms. He pulled out in time to land on her outer lips but there was the precum factor. This wasn't like him at all. He'd always practiced safe sex in his 'extracurricular' activities out of fear of bringing a baby or STD home to G but there was something natural about Delesia that made him comfortable enough to do it.

He jumped in the shower and scrubbed his body for any traces of lipstick or lingering scent of her perfume. The shower was mirrored and he checked his neck and back for marks. As a wrestler participating in a combat sport, he could probably get away with a scratch or two but there was no way he'd be able to pass a hickey off as a casualty of in-ring war.

He thought he heard the bed creak but when he stuck his head through the door to check, Delesia was still sound asleep. For a moment, he wanted to crawl back in next to her and pretend he didn't have a flight to catch. The urge to curl up next to her, put his arm around her and feel her warm body next to his was strong but he knew two girls who needed him more right now. He tried to move around the room as quietly as he could to not wake her but in a way he wish she'd wake so he could give her a proper goodbye. He didn't want to be that asshole who left a girl alone, high and dry in an abandoned room the morning after. That's when he noticed the hotel notepad on the nightstand. Leaving her his words and his number, he grabbed his bags and headed for the door...until his phone rung. Galina.

"Hello," he answered. She sounded sleepy as they exchanged words. No matter how early the flight, she always called to see him off.

He hung up and that's when the guilt set in. What was he doing? He sat down at the foot of the bed. He loved his fiancé and he loved his daughter. He wouldn't trade either for the world. It only took one woman to make a man's life right and he was marrying her Friday.

On the other hand, he didn't regret meeting Delesia but he wish he'd met her much earlier in his life. That's not to say he'd be married to her right now or if anything would come of it at all but he wouldn't feel so guilty for liking her despite being as his cousin put it, 'halfway down the altar.'

He walked back over to note and tore away his number. He couldn't allow her to contact him because if she called, he'd answer and that's not what he needed days shy of his wedding.

He was still sleepy as he walked through the airport. Fans who didn't have flights were staked out the airport to get pictures and autographs. He was tired but unless the fan was rude, he never said no.

They couldn't be seen together in the airport but in the plane Reigns, Ambrose and Rollins were seated together on the plane.

"Was good seeing D. Stone last night," Rollins said.

"Della was here?" Ambrose asked.

"Dude, you were on the elevator with her," Rollins replied.

"I was?" Dean raised a brow. "What's she looking like nowadays? The last time I saw her before I signed she'd saved one side of her hair off."

"It's grown back and she's still sexy as hell. I tried to get something going with her and her hot friend but they shut me down," Rollins laughed.

"Who is this?" Roman asked.

"Indy girl we used to know back in the day. Probably the best female wrestler in the business today. They say she's top 10 regardless of gender but I don't know about all that because I signed when she was just hitting her stride and haven't seen any match of hers since.," Rollins stated.

"Why isn't she signed yet? Seems like they've been scooping up every indie chick except her," Dean said.

"She's on that Anti-WWE trip," Rollins replied.

"Eh, the ones screaming 'fuck WWE' the loudest are the first ones to sign when the contract's in front of them. I expect her to be no different," Dean said.

"I don't know, man. She's turned them down quite a few times."

"That was her pride turning it down. Give her about 3, maybe 4 more years. I'll put 20 dollars on it."

"It's a bet," Rollins nodded and they shook on it.

Friday….

Roman, Joe rather, was now a married man as his kissed his wife on the beach with a cruise ship in the background. He was ready to leave all the bullshit behind. From this day forth, as the vows said, he was going to forsake all others and be true to only her.

When they got back to their room, Joe's phone was buzzing. His messages were full of congrats and he was trending on Twitter. TMZ posted an article. Bystanders must've sent them photos of his nuptials.

"Shit," he said, tossing the phone on the bed.

"What?" his new wife asked.

"We got leaked," Joe replied, thankful that was the only thing that got leaked. He was glued to his phone in the days after the encounter to make sure word hadn't gotten out. He even searched for Delesia to monitor her postings and activity but she had no social media presence which was strange in this day and age. He started suspecting that she'd given him a fake name.

"It's okay, they'd find out eventually especially if you plan on wearing your ring," was her response.

The keyword was: eventually. He wanted time to enjoy his marriage privately first because it leaked to the blogs. He also wanted to protect her from scrutiny. She had an active Instagram and Twitter but she was attacked and harassed in the comments to the point she deleted it and started fresh under a new name for friends and family only.

Feb. 2015 - RAW

It was ten minutes before showtime. Roman was seated in the locker room mentally preparing himself because he was opening the show.

Dolph was browsing his phone when he looked up. "Hey Rollins, were you just trying to send a DM?"

"A DM? What? I haven't touched my phone in over an hour," Rollins replied, confused.

"Well, this was just tweeted from your account," Dolph turned his iPad around and there was a nude mirror picture of a woman on Seth's account.

"Is that the tatted up chick from NXT. What's her name? Zahra?" Ambrose asked.

Rollins eyes widened in panic. "Holy fuck, Leighla!"

Security knocked on the door. It was time for them to escort Roman to the top so he could make his entrance through the crowd. As he walked out of the locker room, he swore he heard, "oh shit, is this your dick?"

Roman felt bad for him but you could only do so much dirt before it caught up with you. He knew he sounded like a hypocrite for thinking that but his one bad judgement wasn't comparable to what he'd witnessed traveling with Rollins.

The crowd booed Reigns as he stood in the middle of the ring mostly because he'd won the 2015 Royal Rumble. Daniel Bryan was the smark's favorite to win and he was facing the backlash. He wasn't used to the response because as the silent enforcer of the Shield he was always cheered in his solo matches and when he received the hot tag.

He announced that he was the winner of the Rumble match, the crowd booed that. He said he was going to Wrestlemania and would beat Lesnar, the crowed booed louder. Daniel Bryan's music hits, and he made his way to the ring to a big pop from the crowd. The crowd does the "YES!" chant as he gets in the ring. Bryan stands in the ring as the entire crowd with the exception of one guy in the front row does the "YES!" chant.

Roman Reigns and Daniel Bryan vs. Big Show and Kane was underway. At the end, Bryan tried to attack Kane but accidentally hit Reigns with a corner dropkick. Bryan doesn't look happy about what just happened. Reigns gets up and yells at Bryan before shoving him down. Bryan gets up and gets in his face and the show went to commercial.

Roman could hear Vince's yell before he even stepped back behind the curtain. He was heated and was giving Rollins a good chewing out. Seth looked embarrassed. "You're goddamn right you still have to go out there. You've made your bed, now you're going to lay it in. Somebody hit his goddamn music!"

Seth's theme hits and he ducked through the curtain with J&J Security following close behind. Roman had to admit, Rollins was a good actor because he didn't look half as shaken up as any other performer in his situation would look.

Mr. McMahon was still fuming when he caught sight of Roman. He pulled him aside. "Do you have any indiscretions we need to know about?"

"Indiscretions? No, not really," Roman replied.

"What the hell is not really? I need a yes or no, dammit. When these things happen, more women tend to come out of the woodwork looking for their 15 minutes. More stories are either going to leak on Rollins or other women will come forward on other wrestlers. Is your name going to turn up in bullshit or not?"

"No sir," Roman said.

"No sir it's not or no sir you don't think so," Vince pressed.

"No sir, it's not," he lied. He didn't know whether that night would come back to bite him or not. Delesia didn't seem like the type to out him but he was just going off of her vibe. He reminded himself that one night with a person didn't mean he knew her.

"Good," Vince patted him on the back. "Let's keep it that way. Rollins is H's investment, you're mine. I don't like to be embarrassed, Joe."

Mr. McMahon rarely called him by his real name so this was serious. Roman nodded. "I understand."

Later that night in his hotel room, Roman was browsing his mentions on Twitter. It was mostly hate from Daniel Bryan fanboys. But one particular tweet from one of his fans caught his attention.

SierraHotelofJustice: This is garbage. Why do you lifeless girls lie on RomanReignsWWE. He has a wife and daughter who he loves very much. Keep your fantasies on fanfiction net! *link to the blog*

Clicking the link, it took him to some wrestling gossip page apparently for ring rats. He read the title and it stopped his heart.

My Night With Roman Reigns.

Everyone's talking about the Seth Rollins drama tonight so I've decided to change the tone to something actually fulfilling (aww, are all you TeamRollins girls disappointed? You shouldn't be surprised. The dick never matches the ego.) It was last year. I met Roman after a show. He invited me to his room and gave me the most: Amazing. Sex. EVER! His dick has to be every bit of 11 inches. After it was over, we exchanged numbers and he told me that we'd hookup every time he came to my town and would even fly me out for PPVs sometimes.

Roman took a sigh of relief as soon as he read 11 inches. He actually laugh and didn't need to finish it after that. He heard a knock on his door and he went to answer it. It was his cousins with Pizza Hut and he was expecting them.

"That Rollins shit was crazy," Josh said, plopping down on the bed. "Good thing you don't have any bullshit to worry about."

Roman didn't respond. In fact he broke eye contact and dropped his head.

"Joe?" Jon regarded him with a serious expression. "Do you have something you want to tell us?"

"It was last year," Roman started and he was immediately greeted with groans of disappointment from the twins.

"With who, bruh?" Josh asked.

Roman hesitated for a moment, closing his eyes before he said, "Blue."

"The girl from the RAW after the Summerslam show? Man, no!" Jon stood, shaking his head at Roman. "That was right before your wedding, too."

"Don't remind me," Roman lowered his head down into his hands, covering his face in shame.

"Think she'll out you?" Josh inquired.

"That's the million dollar question," Roman replied. "Her talking is the least of my concern regarding that night."

"What could be worse," Jon asked. "Please don't tell me she's pregnant."

"Nah, you know he's not that irresponsible," Josh answered for Roman but Roman's face told another story. Josh shook his in disbelief. "No! You pulled your first rat and went crazy"

"I told you back then she wasn't a fucking rat," Roman grunted.

"You sound defensive as fuck over a girl who can pop back up tomorrow and destroy your life," Josh replied.

"His life and his pockets for the next 18 years," Jon added. "How the hell did you let that shit happen? Were you drunk?"

"I'd had a few drinks but I wasn't drunk. I don't know what happened. When I did step out, the first thing I did was pullout the rubber. The first time was in the heat of the moment but when it started feeling a little too good I snapped out of it and grabbed one before I finished. I didn't go out that night with the intention of messing around so I only had one condom that Rollins gave me. The second time I took a risk. I pulled out but maybe a second too late but more landed outside than inside though."

Josh looked at him with contempt. "Should've known somehow, someway Rollins had something to do with this fuckery."

"This happened in August. It's February so that," Jon paused, counting on his fingers. "If she's pregnant, that'd make her six months. This is going will be your moment of truth, Big Uce."

May 2016

"I'm pregnant," fortunately those two words came from the right woman.

Joe was ecstatic. They really weren't trying but he knew he wanted more kids. He was emotional but in the back of his mind he wondered if this was going to be a baby he'd lose in addition to G and J if there was an outside child out there somewhere. It'd been almost two years since the encounter so he convinced himself that if there was a baby, Delesia would've shown back up by now.

"My first appointment is scheduled on a Monday," his wife sounded sad because she knew where he'd have to be every Monday. He knew it was hard raising a child basically alone with him on the road and now another was going to be added to her load.

"They're just gonna have to write me out some kind of way because I'm not missing this," he grabbed her hand.

Joe watched as they covered her in clear gel. She was really big to say they just found out. It took her forever to show with their daughter.

"You're about 3 months. Mrs. Anoa'i," the doctor said as she ran the wand over her stomach. "Which means we may be able to tell the sex."

"Fingers crossed for a boy," Joe commented

The doctor stopped and looked at him. "Sorry, Mr. Anoa'i, you're not having a boy."

Joe wasn't disappointed knowing he was going to have another little girl. He wanted multiple children so there was no reason why they couldn't try again for a boy in the future.

"You're having two boys," she replied.

"Twins? Are you serious?" Joe was overjoyed. It'd been a long time since the encounter. It'd been almost two years so if anything was going to happen it would have by now. From this moment on he was going to stop being a prisoner of the past. Now he was looking toward the future with his wife, daughter and new little boys. Every was looking up, his career, his marriage and now his family.

Thursday night before Wrestlemania 34.

Joe opened his hotel room door and almost ran into Josh's wife. She was coming there to keep G company and help watch the kids while he went down to see what was up with the WWE party in the hotel venue. He asked G if she wanted to attend but she was tired from the flight earlier. She needed her rest. He was more in love with her today than ever. It took a strong women to be without her husband 80% of the time and raise 3 children on her own if you don't count Facetime and phone calls.

Sasha and Bayely were getting off the elevator as he was getting on. The good thing about this year's Mania was that WWE booked every room in the hotel so it was strictly WWE employees. He didn't have to worry about bumping into anyone or worried about being interrupted. He loved every fan that loved him but sometimes he just wanted to be Joe and enjoy the little time he had with his family. He used to be open publicly with his family but smarks and marks too it too far when they posted threats to his daughter on Twitter. After that he stopped posting her pictures. He'd never posted pictures of his son and the public didn't know their names. He wanted to keep it that way.

*ding*

The elevator opened on the 1st floor and he was greeted by a group of women he'd never seen. They were probably girlfriends of some of the wrestlers. He felt sorry for the guy that they were with because every last one of them were ogling him. He scanned the group. There was a redhead who was shaped like a bodybuilder, a black woman with dreads, a visibly drunk blonde who was staggering in heels a watching him with half closed eyes. Then there was a latina who looked painfully familiar. The next face made his heart stop and then suddenly accelerate. He'd know those blue eyes and lips from anywhere. She looked equally stunned. What was she doing here and why? He realized that the elevator was closing once again so he stepped out.

Joe proceeded to the hotel venue. He wasn't exactly in a partying mood anymore but he couldn't go upstairs and look his wife in the eye knowing that everything they had could come crashing down depending on what Delesia wanted.

Upon entering, his good friend and travel buddy R-Truth becked for him but right now he needed to be with the only people he could talk about this situation with. He put up one finger to Truth to signal he'd be over there after while but really he had no intention of going back over with this on his mind.

His cousins were sitting in a booth along with Jon's wife, Trinity. They could probably read the distress on Joe's face because when he approached because Josh asked, "What's wrong with you, Big Uce?"

"Nothing, just tired from the flight," he said as he sat down. He snuck a quick side glance at Trinity. She was cool but not cool enough for him to talk about this in front of, especially with her being close with G.

Joe: The chicken has finally come home to roost.

Jon: "Blue?"

Roman: Yea

Josh: Oh shit.

"Trin, don't you wanna go upstairs and see what your sister in law and cousin in law got going on upstairs?" Jon suggested.

Trinity raised a brow and shot a suspicious look between the three of them. "What's going on?"

"Woman! Don't you see men trying to share a drink and chill," Jon told her. He wasn't being serious, that's just how they played with each other.. "Know your place."

"Know my place, huh? You better know your place when you dick gets hard later tonight and you tap me on my shoulder," she snapped back.

"I ain't say all that," he replied, pulling her into his lap. They kissed and when she stood, he slapped her ass.

"Y'all better not be doing anything y'all don't have no business doing," Trinity warned.

"Nah, we have the good guy with us. You know Joe's responsible" Josh put his arm around Joe's shoulder but he didn't feel very responsible in this moment.

"So what happened?" Jon asked when Trinity was out of hearing range.

"I'm on my way down here with not a care in the world and boom, there she is at the elevator," Joe recalled.

"What is she doing here?" Jon questioned.

"Hell if I know and I couldn't ask because she was with a group of women," Joe replied.

"A group of women, huh? In a hotel that's only hosting wrestlers? I told you that bitch was a rat," Josh replied.

Joe was about to open his mouth to argue but the fact was, he couldn't think of any other reason why she'd be here other than meet with wrestlers. "I just need to know that she's not here to cause any trouble for me ahead of Mania."

"You're right too. All it'd take is one lie to hop on this 'Me Too' train for your career to be over," Jon said and he was definitely right. All the men in the entertainment industry who really committed a crime against a woman deserved to be punished and lose their career. But he hadn't done anything wrong besides adultery but if Delesia decided to lie for 15 minutes of fame, the public wasn't going to care about innocent until proven guilty. That was going to be it for his career, his family and his life.

"What's your status with her?" Josh asked.

"My status?"

"Have you talked to her since it all went down to see where he head is? If you have text and email exchanges after the fact it can dispute a rape claim," Josh replied.

"No, she doesn't have my number or any contact info on me. I haven't talked to her since we fell asleep that night," Joe said. "But I don't think she'll pull that card. I'm more worried about her saying we had sex in general than anything."

"Think you should call Vince?" Jon asked.

"For what?" Josh asked him in return.

"Enzo didn't tell what he had going on and you see what happened to him. If something goes down, they can at least have PR people on standby to do damage control or pay her off if she's here to blackmail him," Jon explained.

"Good looking out, but I don't think it's that serious," Josh replied. "Being under police investigation for sexual assault and running into a chick you fucked with years ago is two different things. This may be something we can wait out."

"I'm still trying to figure out how she booked this hotel," Joe wondered.

"What does she do for work?" Josh asked. "The other year when Fandango had the group of dancers, they were booked there too."

"Yeah, you mentioned something about a group of women she was with so maybe they're some kind of dance team," Jon added.

"I do remember her body having a some muscle tone to it but I don't know what entrance would require dancers this year," Joe said.

"Well, I'm coming up blank," Josh replied.

"Me too. Oops, wrong choice of words," Jon laughed.

Like Josh said, this was probably something he was going to have to wait out. He contemplated telling G so she wouldn't be blindsided but if it came out to be nothing, he'd still lose her and his children.

Two days before Wrestlemania 34

"Boys, you have to learn how to share," Joe softly told his baby boys. It seemed like just yesterday they were newborns. Now they were walking, running, playing, saying words and tussling with each other. He was always jealous of the connection Josh and Jon had with each other. Joe had a brother, now deceased but he was much older than by 16 years so by the time Joe was old enough to need a big brother, Matt was already out of the house and on the road with WWE.

"I swear I packed them" he heard his wife talking aloud to herself.

When he walked into the suite bedroom she was on the floor with the contents of her suitcase scattered around her.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Nothing, it's nothing," she replied but he could tell she was lying. "Would you be terribly disappointed if we skipped the hall of fame this year or maybe you could go but leave me behind?"

"Huh? Is something wrong with your dress?"

"Not the dress, the shoes," she replied.

"Leave my beautiful wife at home over some shoes?" he scoffed. "No. I only get one opportunity a year to show you off and I'm not letting it pass me by. We're in New Orleans, not the boondocks. We can probably walk down the street and find you a pair."

"Yeah, probably but will they be the right shoes. You know how they are. They'll analyze any hair out of place and any wrinkle in my dress," she replied. They being a small group of his "fans."

"They would sell their soul to be you just for an hour," Joe kissed her forehead. "I'll call my mom over to watch the boys."

He was surprised at how upbeat he sounded with his past lurking somewhere in this hotel as he spoke. He felt like shit as he watched her get the kids dressed. This could destroy everything he had.

In their rental car, G was playing with her phone. "I have this shopping app that tracks my current location and shows me the best stores in the area and there's this boutique not too far away from the hotel if we can get through traffic."

"Let's go," he said as they pulled off. He circled the parking lot of a boutique but it was full. He stopped in the middle of the street and unlocked the door. "This is your best chance of getting in while I hunt for a park."

The boutique smelled like old lady perfume as he entered. The sales associate's mouth dropped when she saw him. Galina looked annoyed and he wondered what that was all about as he handed her her purse. Jojo wanted to try on dresses and as his little girl, he gave her whatever she wanted.

Looking around, he stopped in his tracks when his eyes met hers. What was she doing here? She was holding a gown and so were her friends. Would she be attending the HOF, too? This shit was too much of a coincidence. Was she here to taunt him and dangle what happened between them in the face of him and his family? That's when the anger set in and her going into the dressing room was the perfect opportunity he needed to get to the bottom of it. He waited anxiously as his daughter found a dress to try on and he rushed her to the dressing room.

Joe laughed when she told him that she was a wrestler but she didn't crack a smile and looked serious. That's when he remembered pieces of Seth and Dean's conversation the morning after. "Was good seeing D. Stone last night." "I tried to get something going with her and her hot friend but they shut me down." "Indy girl we used to know back in the day." "She's on that Anti-WWE trip." Now it all made sense how she was able to critic matches and keep up with his wrestling pillow talk. He listened as she told him off and felt incredibly stupid when things got sorted out.

He didn't know how to feel about her being WWE employed. She established that she wasn't here to ruin his life and she seemed sincere so that put him at ease. There was one thing that bothered him though as he zipped down her dress: he still found himself strangely attracted to her even though he was now married. That wasn't going to be a problem though because there was a difference between lusting and acting out on it and he was determined not to do anything that would jeopardize his marriage.

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By the time it was Roman's time to go out to face the crazy Post-Mania crowd, Triple H and the girls had moved to gorilla position. They were standing inches apart and it felt awkward to avoid eye contact or small talk with someone you shared your body with but that's how it had to be to avoid suspicion. It was out of character for him to be seen having too much conversation with a female superstar anyway. He usually spoke and kept it moving when it came to his female coworkers. He definitely couldn't talk to Delesia anyway with Monique or Monica having already seen them near each other coming out of the dressing room.

He looked different than he normally did when he walked out and he wasn't just referring to his forehead. Even when he was going out to do a promo, he was normally dressed in his black cargo pants and combat boots. Today he felt as if he was going out to the ring as Joe so his hair was pulled back in a bun, mostly because management wanted his scar displayed, he had on sweatpants, tennis shoes and a muscle shirt. He even did something rare and walked out still wearing his wedding ring and a Rolex.

The crowd reacted how he expected and after Samoa Joe cut a promo on him, he made his way to the back.

"9121," Della said to Elias as he keyed it into his phone. He replied something that made her laugh. She looked up and as soon as she noticed him standing there, her smile faded and her eyes widened in alarm as if she'd been caught. She diverted her attention back to Elias but it wasn't with the same enthusiasm as before.

Roman was lowkey glad to see that reaction. It let him know it wasn't just him feeling weird despite having no reason to. He was married and definitely didn't owe her anything and Della especially being single didn't owe him anything since she could talk to, date, give her number away to and fuck anyone on the roster...but that didn't mean Roman wanted her to.

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Done. Finally. Bye.