RAW Live
October 14th
Saint Louis, Missouri
Bobbi was a lot like Tamina in many ways. She was just an inch shorter than her, had similar pace and strength, but while Tamina was built with strong muscle, Bobbi was lean.
A background in boxing had shaped her figure, yet her figure wasn't made for boxing. Her waist was small, hips flaring out to match the width of her shoulders; her hourglass figure wasn't soft or particularly curvaceous, but it was definitely noticeable. Her breasts were proportionate to the shape of her butt. And really, she was lucky that she had a good figure, but it got her in trouble more times than it helped her.
Which is why Stephanie had stuck her with a vest that didn't hug her torso. Thank you.
Roman and Seth were set to defend their titles tonight against the Rhodes brothers and Bobbi was excited, like a dog that was waiting to be let off the leash at a ball park.
"Can you settle? You're making me nervous," Phil chided her as they sat in the common area. He threw his leg over her bouncing one and sent her a glare. "Stop."
She stuck her tongue out at him and continued bouncing anyway just because she could.
"Anyway, how'd the move go?"
Bobbi looked up at him and shrugged, then shovelled a cookie into her mouth. "Okay. Like any move, honestly. Mom was up all night Wednesday trying to sort everything out, drove me down to the airport on Friday morning so I could get into Missouri on time."
"She going good?"
"Yeah," Bobbi smiled, "she's not used to being on her own ever since Craig moved to Cinci, so she's happy to have a least one child back in her life, y'know?"
Phil nodded at her and bid good bye, pushing himself off the couch to get ready for his bit for the night.
Left alone to her own devices, Bobbi walked across the hall to make-up people, smiling at Shannon and getting ready for the match. She hadn't pulled her vest on yet and was brandishing the pink spandex crop top with pride because fuck breast cancer. With her hair now high up in a slicked back pony tail and lips dabbed in matte neutral lipstick, Bobbi found herself walking back to the boys' locker room.
"We're on in twenty," she called to them with a smile.
Dean was in the middle of his pre-show warm up, push ups and burpees and high knees like crazy, while Seth and Ro were talking about the technicality and the moves behind the match.
When Seth looked up at her, he openly gawked. "When the fuck did you stop wearing your vest?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "I'm putting it back on, Hawkeye, relax."
Roman laughed at the jeer, leant forward to slap Seth on the shoulder and stood to his full height, stretching his arms up above his head. "Come on then, let's go."
—
"Sierra, Hotel, India, Echo, Lima, Delta; The Shield."
Vest securely in place, Bobbi lead the way through the crowd, slapping hands out of the way and glaring at the people who tried to touch her.
The tag title bout was set to be no disqualification, which meant that the Rhodes' were outnumbered and thus vulnerable. When they reached the ring, Bobbi launched over the barricade and stalked around the squared circle, sending a little wink to Cody.
Seth and Cody started things off, the Rhodes' taking early control and isolating The Shield member, and Roman was looking agitated.
Interjecting himself into the match up, Dean grabbed Cody's leg as he pushed off the ropes. Bobbi laughed as the youngest man in the ring was then clotheslined by Roman, hitting the side of her arm against Dean's. Roman was tagged in shortly after and Bobbi walked around to the side of the announcers table, grabbed a steel chair.
The commentators were watching her closely as she walked around the other side of the ring, slapped open the chair and sat down to stare up at Goldust in an attempt to unnerve him. It worked, kind of, but Goldust was as weird as they came.
Rhodes made the jump to tag him in but Bobbi quickly jumped forward, grabbed the bottom of Goldust's leg and pulled him from the apron just in time. The bizarre one looked at her then was in her face, eyes wide, arms up. He blew into her face and Bobbi almost gagged at the rancid smell and stumbled back, eyes watering as she watching him tag in and dominate Seth.
She slammed the chair shut and held a hand over her nose, stalking back around to Dean who looked at her in amusement. "That's so gross," she mumbled lowly.
"I'd give you my gum, but…" Dean trailed off as Seth was pinned for a two count, then shrugged his shoulders at her.
Momentum swung both ways, a match that teetered on the edge, split so evenly down the middle that Bobbi had no idea what to do.
One thing that Bobbi did know was the talent Seth and Roman had to sus out the situation, to smell when to tag in, to figure out when to get into the ring after they'd been tagged as the legal man.
Little moments, like when Seth mocked Goldust and then jumped right into a power-slam, like when she'd pulled Cody off the apron in a cheap shot, like when Goldust had hit Roman in the head with his elbow; these moments would lead to all-out chaos.
Rhodes was dominating Reigns in the ring, and when Ambrose went up for a distraction, he was sent crashing back to the mat from a Disaster Kick. Bobbi crept up behind him as he lent on the turnbuckles, slapped him on the shoulder, waited until he turned around before she grabbed the side of his head, jumped off and brought his neck down on the top rope in a vicious hangman.
He stumbled right back into an elbow, bounced forward onto his head.
Goldust stumbled back into the ring, was thrown out by Rollins and Ambrose as they ambushed him either side, and soon enough the beat-down on the youngest Rhodes began, Bobbi taking the time to slip out and repetitively drive her fist into the side of the bizarre man's head.
When she looked back up into the ring, Cody Rhodes was on Roman's shoulders. Bobbi laughed as the wrestler hit the mat thunderously, the triple power bomb knocking the wind out of him.
But he wasn't the legal man. Looking down, Bobbi saw no sign of the man she was viciously attacking. Looking up, she saw him slide into the ring and nail Roman in the back with a chair.
The events both inside and outside the ring slowly descended into disorder.
Seth saved himself from a Disaster Kick and power-bombed Rhodes into the padded barricades, Roman was going at it with Goldust, and Dean was laying on the ground in pain. Goldust landed Reigns into an Atomic Drop, did the same to Rollins as he jumped off the top turnbuckle, and then everyone was outside the ring.
Bobbi ran over to the chair she'd discarded, stalked with purpose back across to Goldust and brought it down on his back. He arched in pain, stumbled backwards.
His eyes widened as Roman ran at him and then the latter dived, hit Goldust with a spear that sent them both through the barricades that Bobbi loved to sit on. And fuck, that would've hurt. Bobbi winced in sympathy and walked over to Seth, crouched at his side as Ambrose tried to set up the ring so that Reigns could make the win.
And then the crowd went nuts. She stayed hidden with her chair as Seth quickly ran to the ring, as Ambrose picked up his own steel chair, and then she watched with horror as the Big Show climbed over the barricade.
Ambrose ran at him with the chair but a knock out blow hitting it had the steel bouncing off his head and his eyes rolling back, body falling to the floor.
He caught Seth's attempt at an ambush and slammed his fist across the two-toned man's face.
Two down. Two to go.
Roman looked at him in absolute dismay. And Bobbi grabbed the chair tightly, watched Rhodes get back to his feet, attempt a Disaster Kick; watched Roman duck - right into another mean right hook.
The referee was on the mat then, began the three count.
In a moment of pure insanity, Bobbi slid into the ring and brought her foot down on Cody's head in a curb stomp, interrupting the cover. The Big Show didn't have time to process what had happened until Bobbi had reversed the cover, laid Ro's large and heavy body on top of Rhodes.
And then she made a sacrifice. She dashed forward as Show slipped into the ring, fist hitting the left side of her cheek, silver and black hair spraying wide as she fell limply to the mat.
But the referee had made the three count. And her boys were still the champions.
—
Bobbi was sound asleep on Saturday morning, barely recovering after a gruelling house show, when her phone started buzzing next to her head.
She groaned, rolled onto her back as she brought the bright screen up to her face - and then groaned again. Really?
"Hello?"
There was an excited squeal down the line as a young voice said "Hey Aunty Bob!"
"Hey, munchkin," she laughed back. She glanced over her shoulder at a snoring Dean and then quietly shifted from the bed. "What are you doing awake so early?"
"Momma said we could come see you since you were in Louisville tonight!" Her niece, Vanessa, was just five years old, a little pocket rocket that got her way more often than not. And she loved Bobbi.
"Did she just?" Bobbi laughed and slinked out into the hallway, wearing nothing more than her pyjamas. "Well you tell your mom that she's paying for you to see a mean old lady, okay? I'm not very nice at the moment!"
Vanessa laughed and snorted. "You're always nice, Aunty Bob! Don't be silly!"
"Me? Silly?" The young girl laughed again at Bobbi's sarcasm, and the older woman couldn't help but let a smile crawl onto her face - the girl's good mood was infectious. "Your mom there?"
"Yeah!"
A shuffle sounded and a moan and Bobbi realised that the young girl was probably too excited to sleep, had woken her mom up in an attempt to contact her favourite aunty. "Bob?"
"Hey, Heather," Bobbi laughed. "She wake you up as well?"
"You don't even know the half of it," Heather drawled. "She's been like this since I got the tickets last weekend."
Bobbi closed her eyes and imagined the small girl in her mind, long curly red hair and bright blue eyes. "Yeah, that's not hard to picture."
"How'd you manage to pay for them?" Bobbi asked quietly, knowing that it might hit a nerve if she'd asked the wrong way. "I mean, last time I saw you guys, you were living off of one income…"
"I met a guy," Heather mumbled - almost gushed, but not quite. "A while ago, actually. He's helped out a lot around the place, looks after Ness when she gets too much for me. He's good. It's good. It works."
Though Bobbi knew that Heather would never forgive her brother for what he did, the two were still close friends. And Bobbi had promised Heather that she would always be there for the young girl that carried her blood-line, even if her brother wasn't. He wasn't capable of being a father. Not yet, anyway.
"You know, I could always take her off your hands for the night. You could have a quiet night in, not worry about her… I'll drop her back when the show's done, she'll be out like a light, it'll be fine."
Heather hummed. "You know what? I might just take you up on that offer. You should come around as soon as you can, you know what Ness is like…"
"Sure," Bobbi agreed. "And I can also meet your new…"
"Boyfriend," Heather picked up on the pause and laughed, "boyfriend. His name's Marcus, you'll like him."
So Bobbi bid goodbye to Heather, threw a bra on under her top and pulled some jeans on. The khaki green timberlands were easy to slip on and then she tossed her hair up into a top-knot, not even bothering with make-up.
Rapping on Seth and Roman's doors, she kept at it until she heard the groans. Eventually, the door swung open and a disgruntled Seth was staring at her.
"It's six AM, what the hell do you want?"
She laughed at him and pushed into the room, grabbing the keys off the bench. "You should go workout now that you're… awake…"
When she looked back at Seth, he was slumped on the bed and snoring. Typical. And Roman hadn't even moved, mouth open and arms spread wide on the single bed. He barely fit, and it was so amusing that Bobbi snapped a quick picture of it.
It took close to forty minutes to drive from the hotel to the small apartment Heather owned on the outskirts of the city. It was nothing fancy, just a stock-standard two room place. But Heather said it was comfortable, that she didn't want any more, and Bobbi didn't have a hard time believing her - her old apartment was just as small, not really needing room or a lot of space since she was never there.
And on the way, Bobbi made sure to called Stephanie, new the woman would be awake, and secured a backstage pass for the young wrestling fan. Stephanie was… amused, Bobbi figured, at the way that Vanessa was described, and told the woman that she had no problem with the little one being around for the house show that night.
She didn't even have to knock on the door, because Vanessa was out like a little orange bullet and launching herself into Bobbi. She was squealing, grabbing onto anything she could, and clawed her way up to Bobbi's shoulders, setting herself on her hip.
"Missed you," she mumbled into her aunty's shoulder, and Bobbi bit back a grin.
"Missed you too, Ness."
A figure in the doorway appeared and Bobbi looked up to meet the eyes of Heather. The resemblance of Heather in Vanessa was almost identical, and if it hadn't have been for the striking blue eyes, Bobbi would never have thought that Vanessa was her brother's kid.
"Heather," Bobbi greeted as she approached, pulling the shorter woman into a one armed hug. "good to see you again."
After meeting Marcus, a rather stout man with no muscle bulk yet adorably cute, Bobbi popped Ness in the backseat of the rental and took one last look at her old friend.
"I'll have her back around eleven - she should be out cold by then, I hope, but if one of you could be awake to get her out of the car, that would be amazing."
Heather nodded. "Yeah, I'll still be up. Gotta finish off an art project, anyway, so it'll be good motivation."
And then she and her niece were on the open road, cranking the radio tunes and signing their hearts out to the songs they new and even the ones they didn't, windows down and everything. Ness's ringlet hair would be super messy when she got home, but Bobbi decided that wasn't really her issue.
—
"You had breakfast yet, Ness?"
The young girl shook her head and clutched tighter onto Bobbi's shirt as they entered the hotel buffet. Bobbi was starving and needed food if she wanted to even survive the next fifteen hours, let alone survive with an almost hyperactive five-year-old glued to her hip.
"What do you think?" She asked again, pointing at the selection of food. "Pancakes, waffles, bacon? What about fruit?"
The young girl turned to Bobbi with a mischievous glint in her eye, saying "All of it!" and launching into giggles.
"All of it, then…"
When they sat down at one of the tables, the two plates were full with an assortment of delicious breakfast foods - mostly horrible breakfast foods, but Bobbi was hungry and didn't even care. She sliced into the delicious looking pancakes, grabbed a spoonful of berries, fed herself while the young girl looked around, almost in amazement, almost in awe - she'd probably never been to a place like this.
With high ceilings and a grand staircase to the side, hotel hands dressed in a mustard yellow and the chefs in stark white suits, Vanessa looked out of place. The young girl had her Dora the Explora backpack with a change of clothes and she was in a ratty looking jacket and some ripped leggings.
It wasn't that Heather was broke. She was close to it, she admitted as much, but she had enough money to put food on their plates and a house over their head and she said that was all that mattered.
The young girl had books, had lots and lots of basic knowledge, but no school education. And maybe that was because Bobbi's brother didn't know that Vanessa existed, didn't pay child support like he would have had to if he knew.
"I don't need his help," Heather had told her, "He will not be the father of my child, he doesn't deserve it."
"You're not even going to tell him?"
She'd looked at her ex-boyfriend's sister evenly. "I know that you're his sister, and that you think this may be the wrong choice, but after what he did to me he doesn't deserve me or my child. And maybe once you have a kid of your own you'll understand, but I just can't. I'd rather Ness hate me than have to go through what I went through, and that's my choice. Not yours. I don't want your pity, either, or your pity money. I'll do this by myself."
Bobbi had left it after that. Because Heather was right - she'd only understand once she had a child of her own.
The young girl clutched her juice box a bit tighter as she looked over Bobbi's shoulder. She twisted her head, looked into the foyer, and saw a couple of the Diva's who loved to get up early and go shopping.
Looking back at Ness, Bobbi wriggled her eyebrows. "Wanna go say hi?"
And Vanessa became the sun, happiness and brightness radiating off of her like it was Christmas day.
She watched as the girl ran over to Layla and Summer Rae, smile wide and arms clasped behind her back. Two sets of eyes were on her then as the young girl pointed her way, and Bobbi didn't even have time to finish her mouthful before the women were walking, Vanessa's hands in one of theirs.
"She's beautiful, Bobbi!" Layla crooned as she ran a hand through the messy orange hair. "Your niece?"
"Yeah," Bobbi replied with a tight smile. Vanessa didn't even know which side Bobbi's lineage was a part of, and she wasn't about to reveal it - so she moved on quickly to the next topic of conversation. "She's a hug fan of wrestling, watches it all the time."
"Really?" Summer Rae ducked down and smiled brightly at the young girl. "Can I teach you how to dance?"
Vanessa smiled brightly, tried to mimic the way that Summer shimmied her hips.
"You enjoying being up on the main roster?"
"Yeah," Bobbi answered the English woman, "It's been pretty crazy with all the travel and everything, but you make it work."
"And how are the boys treating you?" She asked, wriggling her eyebrows as she scooted into the seat. "Any of them fallen in love yet?"
Bobbi laughed without humour. "The boys are too busy measuring up to try and play catch, y'know?"
"Aunty Bob, Summer wants to take me shopping!" Vanessa was grabbing her legs, smiling up at her toothily, eyes wide with anticipation.
—
In the end, Ness ended up with two new shirts and a new pair of leggings - everything else she didn't like.
They were back in the room at eight thirty and Bobbi was exhausted, pulled the young girl onto the bed with her.
"Who's he?" Vanessa giggled. "Is he your boyfriend?"
Bobbi snorted. "Not even close, little one."
"He smells good…"
"Too old for you, you hear me?"
Vanessa giggled and curled up into a tighter ball. "Do we really have to take a nap?"
"I might die if we don't, Ness."
"Okay, okay."
When Bobbi woke, Vanessa was still sleeping against her stomach. Dean was gone from the bed but the room wasn't empty - in fact, all of The Shield members were sitting in front of the small TV and trying to stay as quiet as possible.
Seth caught her eyes and offered a smile, then frowned and nodded his head at the lump next to her. "What's that thing under the covers…?"
She rolled her eyes, gently shifted over the sleeping girl until she could move the blankets under her chin.
"You realise you suddenly grew a child?"
"Thanks, Ro, I didn't realise at all."
Roman sent her a wink, then turned back to the television. Playoffs were underway and each boy had their separate team that they kinda-sorta supported, but it was still sport and they loved anything that was high contact and brutal.
"Okay, last time I checked you weren't pregnant and didn't have a significant other or even have a kid," Dean pointed out as Vanessa shifted on the bed. Bobbi laughed at him, dragged a hand down her face.
"Not my kid, Ambrose. My niece."
He shot her a look. "Your brother is a dad?"
"My piece of shit brother has a child, doesn't make him her dad. It's complicated," Bobbi shrugged off. "She doesn't really know."
She plonked herself next to him on the bed as he crawled up and propped her arm up on her knee, avoiding his gaze.
"She doesn't know who her dad is?"
"Not my choice," Bobbi defended. "Can't really blame Heather, either."
"One of these days you'll tell us the whole thing," Roman added. He turned and looked over his shoulder at the woman. "If I didn't know that I had a daughter, I don't think I'd be the man I am. It changes a person."
Under pressure, Bobbi didn't want to reveal anything. "Yeah, well. Again, not my choice."
Though they were talking in hushed voices, it was dangerous. Vanessa could be awake and listening. So, Bobbi changed the subject. "Her mom's an art nut, does the most realistic and colourful portraits of people. She'd do you well, Seth, blonde streak an all."
"You leave my hair outta this, you hear me?"
Almost an hour into one of the films Colby had chucked on, the little girl started fidgeting. Bobbi looked over at her with tenderness and leaned back into Dean's body.
Quietly, so no one else could hear him, Dean murmured "You'll be a great mom one day, Bob."
And never had he been so wrong about her. She shook her head, dropped her eyes. Left it.
Until little Vanessa decided that she wasn't happy on her own. Her eyes slowly slid open and she looked at the two friends on the bed next to the one she was in, stuffed her shirt between her teeth as she stealthily crawled out from the covers.
Bobbi had noticed that the young girl was making her way over to them, so she slid her hands beneath Vanessa's arms and lifted her up into a gentle embrace.
"I like hearing your heart," the young girl whispered, "it's usually so slow, but it's really fast now…"
Well, shit.
Dean quizzically looked at her - she pointedly ignored it, choosing instead to curl Vanessa into her a little more.
"It's because I'm so happy you're here." Lie.
But the young girl didn't pick up on it. She hummed and snuggled closer and Bobbi dropped her head back on the wall. Fucking too close.
—
Vanessa was more in love with Roman than she was with any of the other superstars. She wouldn't leave him alone, barely let go of him, kept asking questions and nominated him as her babysitter every time Bobbi couldn't look after her.
The night went smoothly and the young girl behaved herself - mostly - and was back at home before midnight.
They drove in silence on the way back to the hotel and Bobbi was slumped against Seth in the backseat, absolutely exhausted.
"Did you even work out today, Bob?"
"Can it, Rollins."
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okay hi, so i know that Roman and Seth lose their championships on october 14, but as this is a work of fiction i figured that this didn't really have to happen, so it's not happening - they retain (at the moment). also im super sorry about the delay in updating, my computer was crashing the two times i tried to get it up and then i flew to some remote part of the country in the middle of no where (im surprised i have internet?).
to my reviewers; Pinayprincesa (SEXUAL FEELINGS~~~~), Seth rollins babe (i love it too), and MissJessy (you're username could legit be a ring name its fab. also, heartburn is one of my favourite things while reading, so i try and get that to happen and im super glad you're getting it! i don't really want Bobbi to be a normal Diva, so i'm gonna push the boundaries a bit! oh and you get to see her actually go into a match next chapter!)
to my readers, favourite-rs, followers, my beautiful people, drop me a comment and i'll keep writing this baby (also, i'm just over 60,000 words so you have that to look forward to :D )