Disclaimer: I own anything related to the WWE, none of it's stars, their names, their nada, their nothings. I own one Ms. Celeste Michaels. Thanks to my beta/friend Kaybee80 for all of her help as always. A/N: I would suggest an image search for Toccara Jones and Roman Reigns before you read this chapter. You don't have to, but I'm just saying…)

Chapter 4 – Flashback May 2010 at a Florida Championship Wrestling (FCW) live event

"Well, well, well. I had no idea Ringling Brothers and Barnum Bailey Circus was in town! Where are the rest of your 25 brothers and sisters that came with you in your clown car, Ronnie McDonald?" laughed Cameron.

Celeste released the tension from her curling iron and watched her final curl snap into position, completing her Rihanna red, curly bob. "Ariane," she grinned. "Please notice I'm calling you by your government name and not your WWE stage name. How about we play a game? You be Christina, and I'll be Mommy Dearest. I'll pretend you've once again you used a wire hanger instead of a wooden hanger… and now you must now pay dearly for it. Let's begin."

Cameron contemplated making a smart comment in response to Celeste's 80s movie reference, but thought better of it as she backed away from her rival. Celeste could fight; but she on the other hand, not so much. "Girl I'm just kidding with you. You know I be joking with you. I joke like that with everyone. You are too serious, geez. Maybe if you had a man who was putting it down…you could get some of that aggression worked out. Maybe you would be more 'Namaste' and less 'grrrr'. Oh and please use the stage name in and out of the ring. I just like it better than Ariane."

Celeste picked up the curling iron and aimed it in Cameron's direction, "Is there a reason you're in here?"

Cameron whipped out a piece of paper and gingerly handed it to Celeste. "These are last minute changes to the show. The writers are having you and Andrew McNair feud with Leakee." Celeste caught Cameron's secret smile as she said the second name. Catching Celeste's indifference, Cameron tried to distract her attention elsewhere. "Oh, you also have about 45 minutes before we start the show with you." Cameron bowed out and wished her luck in her appearance later.

No matter what that girl said, Celeste always had the sneaking feeling that Cameron meant her no good. She'd always struck Celeste as the type of female to insist that you look great; while in fact a big piece of broccoli was lodged in your teeth…Celeste wouldn't put it past Cameron to let a supposed friend take a picture like that

Often Cameron would 'joke' with her and throw shade her way; and being around her felt like being in high school with the mean girls. The only difference was Celeste could now give two shits about her and her opinion, and wasn't afraid to let her know. Unfortunately, the two were in a working environment that required her to be cordial and professional to her in a nice, nasty way. But Celeste was raised to believe that when people reveal themselves to you—you'd do well to accept them for what they were and treat them accordingly… and she believed Cameron to be a sneaky, untrustworthy liar.

The beginning of the show.

Andrew McNair, better known to the FCW audience as A-Ma,c looked over to Celeste to check her for nerves. Andrew McNair looked like the twin of Paul Walker, but was supposed to act like Eminem. For his promos he was expected to rap and Celeste, now known as Bianca, was supposed to sing hooks like Rihanna… emphasizing different points in his promos. So of course he was dressed in what wardrobe believed was street gear with the oversized shirts, gold chains, and baggy jean shorts. In reality the outfit looked like he'd snagged it from John Cena's closet. Celeste had her fire red hair and dressed in funky patterns and cut off denim shorts. She hated the wardrobe because it wasn't sexy -in fact it just looked like she was color blind- and the clothes were ill fitting no matter how much she or alterations tried to fix them.

Their entrance music filled FCW gymnasium as Cameron introduced them. The background music sounded like a knock off version of a Dr. Dre song. Fans immediately recognizing the music, went into instant booing mode. Fans tended to be fickle, very fickle people. Whether you were a good guy or bad, when they didn't like a wrestler they had no problems making their feelings known. They would talk about one's appearance, wrestling ability or lack there of, boo them because it rained that day, or maybe because the sun came out. Many seemed to forget the outcomes of matches were predetermined and some moves were already choreographed. Celeste was often frustrated by this whenever she interfered with matches to help A-Mac win…doing so wasn't personal, that was a part of the job.

Lately, this new routine was garnering a lot of heat from the fans and she was getting a lot of hate from them. Coming to the ring is confusing and overwhelming... audiences are huge, the crowds yell loudly; and most of the time it's hard to decipher what's being said. However, despite the fact that Celeste could clearly hear some fans call her refer to her as bitch, fat, and ugly; she was expected to look unaffected by them. At one point, she felt A-Mac grab her hand and give it an extra squeeze as he helped her into the ring for unseen support. A member of the production staff slipped her two mics, one for herself and the other she gave to A-Mac. As the music played, she twerked a little in front of him then moved up his body in a sexy manner removing his shirt and tossing it to the side. She smiled as she walked around him in a circle running her hands over his chest like she normally did before he hit the crowds with his rhymes.

A-Mac rapped about how he was the best wrestler and how he put another wrestler out of commission. Bianca interjected with her surprisingly decent singing voice; accenting different points of his rap. He continued to spit about how inferior the other wrestlers were and he dared anyone in the locker room to prove him wrong. At that moment, the pounding of drums filled the gym with chants in the background and a form appeared at the ramp. Leakee's entrance music hit the speakers full blast, the recognition caused fans to jump to their feet and cheer his interference. Celeste gave her mic back to the production staff as it would be needed for Leakee.

A-Mac and Celeste moved from the center of the ring off to the side so Leakee could make his entrance into the ring. As Leakee made his way there, he paused to offer high fives to a few fans and then hopped into the ring. He ran from one side to the other getting the fans engaged and further hyped. Then Leakee received his mic and went right into his promo. "You know I was in the back and decided to take you up on your challenge," Leakee offered a Hollywood type of smile. A-Mac whispered something to Celeste and gestured his thumb to him as he scoffed, "Are you sure you're going to be able to wrestle me in your skirt? I wouldn't want you to rip such a pretty outfit" A-Mac and Celeste looked like they were clowning on the green and taupe sarong he wore. "I'll be fine as long as you put your pit bull outside of the ring. Didn't you read the sign before you entered the building? No animals allowed!" The crowd ran with insult and started making barking noises.

Celeste narrowed her eyes and immediately started fussing at the fans as she stood on the ropes, then headed toward Leakee. A-Mac stood between them as if trying to calm her down. "Hey man don't talk about my girl like that. She's a beautiful woman!" Celeste folded her arms in agreement and then strolled the ring to show herself off, eliciting some boos. "Woman?" he chuckled, "You'd better check again. I think her Adam's Apple is bigger than yours." The crowd ate up their banter as they started chanting, "Show me your apple!"

Leakee stood back watching her in amusement as she ran up on him and started yelling and poking him in his muscular chest. A-Mac picked her up over his shoulder and put her on the opposite end of the ring and tried to calm her down. "Leakee take that back! You owe her an apology! That's how rumors get started! If you don't give her an apology I can always beat one out of you!"

Leakee put his hand over his chest, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend. I think it's so great you're so…open-minded. You know being a chubby chaser and all. By the way Bianca? Is that your name? You should really consider Binaca...I'm just saying. A few squirts go a long way. Does wonders!" Celeste stamped her feet as she screamed at him and hauled off and slapped him with all her might… leaving her handprint on his face. Leakee bounced off the ropes and looked realistically surprised as he held his cheek. His eyes grew wide as he knew that wasn't a part of the script, but then none of the things he just said in the ring was what he practiced with them 45 minutes ago either. The sound of the bell let him know this was going to be the longest 11 minutes of his life as he was catching all the glares Celeste was throwing his way.

After the show, Celeste's Apartment

Celeste snuggled into her couch as she flipped through the cable stations with a dead pan look on her face. The shower water that ran as white noise immediately stopped, breaking her attention. She noticed the channel was on Cinemax with a sexy scene playing. Celeste made a face as she was feeling a far cry from sexy at that moment. She changed the channel, finally stopping at a funny show. Celeste felt tired both physically and emotionally. Drifting to sleep hardly proved to be a problem as she closed her eyes and turned inwards towards her couch. The bathroom door opened and she heard footsteps walk from room to room, the walking was soft enough to allow her drift into a comfortable sleep.

Celeste felt herself being lifted and carried somewhere, "What are you doing," she mumbled as she was placed in the center of the bed. Roman appeared in a towel with his hair and body still damp. Celeste tried to stay steadfast in her anger despite Roman's sex appeal in that moment. "Well I'm glad you're talking to me now. I know from all this quiet you are some kind of mad aren't you?" Celeste nodded her head, but said nothing.

"I'm sorry." He said while running his fingers up and down her thigh

Celeste poked her tongue into her cheek as she squinted her eyes, "Roman…do you even know what you're apologizing for?"

Roman treaded lightly, "I'm sorry for the promo I did today saying you had an Adam's apple, calling you fat, calling you a pit bull…"

Celeste sat back against in the bed, "And?" Roman's eyes got bigger as he tried to remember the final insult, but Celeste jumped in there before he could retrieve the memory. "Let me help you. You basically said my breath stank. You know how these people take what you say and run with it… and I will hear everything they chanted until the day I die. So thanks Ro!"

"C'mon babe. You know that's part of the job to talk shit. None of what I said was true and people who know you understand that. Besides it's not like you didn't get me back. You slapped me really hard, so hard you left a mark. Plus you kicked me several times in the gut and my kidneys…"

Celeste interrupted him, "That's called running interference. That's a part of my job as a manager."

Roman reached out and slapped her ass, "A-Mac had me pinned and the ref had already done the 3 count." Celeste had a small smile remembering she got some good licks in. "Ok, we ain't going to bed mad so why are you really upset?" Roman asked as he eased onto the bed lying in front of her on his side facing her.

Celeste thought for a moment, "I was bullied as a kid. Usually everything the fans say, it's water off a duck's back. But lately…it's been bothering me. I can take the bitch rants, but when people start attacking me about how I look…it just feels different. It takes me back to when I was a kid getting teased. It's like I hear the name calling all over again and it just makes you feel so small almost defenseless." Roman's dark eyes softened as he felt bad for going after her in such a public forum. Roman's hand slid to her waist as he pulled her closer to him, hanging on her every word.

"I was a fat kid and every day of my life there was this bully named Suriah who never let me forget it. She and her friends were calling me ugly and would push me around. I was black bitch this and black bitch that. Urgh!" Celeste slammed her eyes shut reliving the moments. She soon felt warmth trailing up and down her arms and opened her eyes to see Roman gazing upon her

"Ro…I was a joke to them. Suriah and her gang would have people pretend to be my friends only to mistreat me and laugh at me later. Oh God! Things escalated when we got were freshmen. Then I developed breasts, oh the whole prank thing got so good to them! Suriah would have guys pretend to like me and they would spread rumors, lying calling me all kinds of slut when I never did anything! Not once! It just was horrible. That's when I would watch wrestling and every Monday night I would watch WWE and not think about what happened at school for the day. I would get lost in the storyline and just enjoy what I was seeing in the ring."

"So how did it end or did it?"

Celeste thought for a moment, "I got involved in after school activities and got some real friends who appreciated me. As for Suriah, she ended up pregnant at 15 and her so called friends started bullying her and soon left me alone."

Roman's hand lightly trailed her back, "Baby I'm sorry for making you feel bad about yourself," he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. "I'd like to make it up to you though," he grinned mischievously as he rolled onto her and allowed his tongue to explore her mouth. Roman squeezed a chocolate colored bosom. Dipping his down, his long tongue flicked furiously over her now harden nub.

Celeste grabbed the Roman's long flowing dark locks as the sensations became overwhelming, "Too much!" she cried out going into sensory overload as he treated her other breast in the same manner while massaging the other.

Roman wet one finger and plunged it within Celeste, eliciting a soft mewling sound. Removing his finger he tasted her and moistened yet another finger to dive in again. Her wetness enveloped his long fingers as he pleasured her. She shuddered momentarily as her pussy clamped down on his fingers and he felt her release. He watched her as she released his lip, looking apologetic that she drew blood. Roman licked the tiniest bit of blood that trailed his lip and showered her with yet another passionate kiss proving he wasn't phased in the least.

Roman's long tongue trailed the length of his fingers lapping up her essence as he maintained eye contact. Celeste felt her breath hitch to see such a sexy man enjoy her. Celeste reached between their two forms, gliding her hand over his strong, solid thighs. Knowing this to be an erogenous zone for him, she drew light circles over his thighs giving him a tingling sensation. She pushed the towel aside and felt for his thickened rod which lay leisurely against his thigh. Celeste firmly moved her palm up and down its length as she felt it pulsate underneath her touch. With each stroke Roman's cock throbbed more and more in anticipation of release. Every so often her thumb ran over the tip, collecting the precum that eased its way out. Celeste felt the outer egdes of his mouth curve into a smile. "You like?" she giggled.

"I do," he responded in a husky tone, "But this is supposed to be about you and your pleasure."

"It has been and will continue to be," Celeste locked her legs around his waist, used her lower body to lift them both up, and rolled them both over so Roman was now on his back. Celeste removed her sleep shirt for Roman's viewing pleasure and threw it onto the floor, "Definitely not made of plastic," he chuckled to himself.

She loved seeing his visual reaction to her 38G sized breasts as, Roman practically salivated latching onto one. He mumbled how good it felt when Celeste eased herself onto his stiff rod, Roman resisted the urge to grab her by the hips and impale her and pound away like he truly desired to do. He licked his lips as his hands toyed with large dark colored nipples until she was unable to take anymore of him within her.

Celeste gyrated her hips back and forth getting a rhythm going as her slickness made their interaction more pleasurable. Roman sat up digging his fingers into her ass cheeks as she repeatedly sank down on his shaft. Her arms tightened around his neck as she pressed her enormous breasts into his solid chest feeling the sweat run down between the both of them as his hold moved back to her hips.

Celeste wiped the hair from his face so he could see her clearly. Both shared a mutual passion and held one another's eyes as Celeste held his face in his face in her hands, her thumb gliding over his full bottom lip. "Tell me this pussy is good to you!" she demanded.

Roman was starting to get a bit winded and could barely keep up with her as he continued to feel her bounce upon him. "This pussy is good to me!" he said breathlessly. Roman wrapped his hand in her hair and gave a slight tug to get a bit of control back. "Cee!" Roman hissed in her ear, "Turn the fuck around!" Roman helped her turn herself around so she could ride him giving him a whole new view to appreciate.

Celeste eased back down onto his cock. She tricked him by refusing to go back to their original quick pace. Every time he tried to go fast her pussy clamped down on him, making him fight to hold off his release. Celeste leaned forward giving him a better view of his tanned prick entering and exiting her pink walls. Her hand sought to stimulate her clit and his balls as she continued to ride him in slow motion. The faster she rubbed her clit, the hotter her skin felt to the touch and the closer she felt to her orgasm. Roman's grunts filled the room as she continued on and both became more and more vocal until Celeste's body spasmed and she slumped forward. Roman soon followed suit as he cursed aloud and his seed soon eased from within her.

Roman ran his hand up her smooth, dark colored back noting the beauty and the contrast in their skin tones. He managed to stay within her as he straightened her legs out, as they both lay against the bedpost. Celeste arched her back away from Roman, but he pulled her back to him keeping her from fleeing from the intimacy. His fingers gently massaged her clit as he kissed and nuzzled her neck. "You are so fucking sexy," he whispered in a low, methodical voice as his fingers worked to make a softened nipple hard again. Celeste was too wiped out to argue and reveled in contentment. "You are a special woman Cee. I like how I feel when I'm around you." Her eyes slowly opened as she met his gaze. "I want us to be like this always," he whispered.

Celeste's alarm blared, waking her from her slumber. Much like in her dream, she was nude with her nightshirt in a ball on the floor. Her fingers had a slight sticky feel to them and her pussy felt as satisfied as back when Roman was responsible for keeping it that way; in the days of old. As she looked around the room she realized there was no Roman to be found. Even though it was a dream, it felt so real. Celeste plopped back into the bed and stared at the emerging sunlight through the window panes. After Roman, she had tried to be with others, but they always paled in comparison. She just stopped looking and let things fall into place. So far nothing fell. She worried about being in such close proximity to him… would they fall back into step or would they continue to avoid each other? The worst possibilities lay in the fact that after all this time, she and Roman could find out that they now hated one another. Celeste pulled the covers over her head, knowing only time would truly tell.

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