Fight Night

Chapter 9: Controversy Breeds Controversy

Roman stood in his bathroom staring at his reflection after he had just finished trimming his beard and mustache. He repeatedly dragged his fingertips down making sure to brush any stray facial hairs away. After a quick once over, he checked his watch then hit the lights to head downstairs.

Tonight was a rather important night for him and he was more than happy to have Deja by his side.

"Babe!" Deja smiled joyously. "I missed seeing that fine face of yours last night…" she said, cupping his face as he leaned down to kiss her.

"Mmm and I missed all of you." Roman smirked, kissing her again. "Now give me a little twirl so daddy can get a good look at this dress."

"Daddy?" Deja snorted. "Boy bye…"

"Now let's get one thing straight… I ain't a damn boy, I'm a grown ass man." Roman grumbled, pulling Deja's body against his gripping one of her butt cheeks.

"Don't ever forget that, baby girl. And if I recall correctly, I'm your king am I not?" he whispered softly against her ear as he smacked and squeezed her ass.

"Yes sir." Deja purred, biting her lip to suppress a moan. Roman surveyed her peach colored sweater dress one last time, noting the way the fabric accentuated her curves. If it wasn't for this interview, he'd be boning her on the couch by now.

"Let's roll sexy… By the way, how was court?" he asked, holding the car door open for her.

"Surprisingly...it went very smooth today. We won our case and my client's cheating, punk ass ex-husband has to give her 40 mil in settlement fees." Deja gloated happily.

"Damn girl, you don't fuck around do you?" Roman chuckled as they pulled out of his garage.

"Well I mean...it was no better for him. That woman gave up everything for him to achieve his dreams. He found a ton of success and after 20 years of marriage and three kids, he suddenly thought it was okay to ditch his family for some bimbo? If it wasn't for his wife's money getting his business off the ground, he'd be a nobody." Deja huffed, turning to look out the window.

"I hate guys that do that… How could you hurt the one person that was there for you when you had nothing?" she sighed, getting annoyed the longer she thought about it. Roman sensed her vulnerability in that moment and reached out to grab her hand giving it a tight squeeze.

"Unfortunately some guys are just idiots that are too stupid to realize when they have a great woman…" he said glancing over at her with a half smile. He kissed her hand as they turned into the studio parking lot of the ABC broadcast studio. His next bout against the brash and outlandish fighter, Sean Ardmore, was now less than two weeks away.


"First of all, welcome to Sports Center. It's very nice to have you here in the studio with us tonight Roman."

"Thank you, Tom, it's an honor to be here." Roman smiled, nodding towards his interviewer Tom Phillips.

"Roman, the countdown is on here and the people want to know… Are you ready to face Sean Ardmore and continue your climb to the top of the mountain?" Tom asked, watching Roman intently.

"Oh absolutely… I'm in the best shape I've ever been in and my focus is pretty clear. So I'm definitely ready for this." Roman stated as he glanced over towards Deja who was standing behind the cameras. She was on her phone answering texts and emails but regardless of how busy she was, she made time to be by her man's side. She smiled giving him a little wave and thumbs up that his interview was going well.

"What kind of fight can we expect to see between you and Ardmore?" Tom questioned, bringing Roman's attention back over to him.

"Well...Sean's a really skilled fighter. There's no that doubt he's pound for pound one of the toughest guys in the ring. So I'm really looking forward to it. Should be an awesome battle..."

"He has taken a few shots at you on Twitter lately. What are your thoughts on that?"

"Everybody's got a plan until they get punched in the mouth, Tom. And with guys like him, controversy breeds controversy." Roman shrugged. "As far as I'm concerned, he can say whatever he wants to say about me because I let my actions speak louder than my words."

"Looking past this upcoming battle, can you see yourself making a run at Brock Lesnar for the World Heavyweight Championship?"

"Oh hell yeah, without a doubt! I know and feel it in my heart that I've got a legitimate chance here, so I'm gonna keep riding the wave until it dies out. If this wave falls short of getting me where I need to be in my career, then I'll just paddle out until I find a better wave to ride." he chuckled.

"It certainly sounds like you've got it all planned out then. Roman, it was a pleasure chatting with you. Thank you for stopping by tonight."

"Thanks for having me, Tom." Roman smiled as the show went to commercial break. He shook hands with Tom once again while the crew undid his microphone. He waved goodbye to everyone and walked over to grab Deja by her waist.

"You ready to go have some fun, baby girl?" he asked, kissing her forehead.

"Court side here we come…" Deja grinned, flashing the tickets they had for the Miami Heat vs Chicago Bulls game. This was her treat to him for the date night that they missed out on the week before. He smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist as they headed out of the building.


Parking was hectic at the American Airlines Arena but thankfully Deja had gotten a parking pass when she bought their tickets. Roman parked his car then raced around to open her door and help her out. It was unusually chilly night in South Beach so he finally figured out why Deja was wearing a sweater dress.

"You want any snacks when we get inside, sexy?" Roman asked, linking his arms with hers.

"Maybe some popcorn… Nothing too heavy since we're getting dinner after the game." she giggled.

"Sounds good and we definitely need to save room for dessert." he smirked, pinching her side.

"You got some cookie this morning in the shower…" Deja yelped as Roman pulled her closer.

"But that was breakfast baby girl. I gotta have my serving two to three times a day." he whispered as they passed through security. Deja simply shook her and laughed. Roman's appetite for sex was pretty insatiable but she couldn't deny the fact that she had met her match in the bedroom.

"Sir, you are something else." she grinned as they took their seats. Roman leaned to kiss her before walking back out towards the lobby to get their concessions. Deja looked after him with an adoring smile then gazed down at her phone. Kendra had sent her a picture of her nephew, Dante, napping with his stuffed tiger that she had gotten him.

She fired back a text filled with heart eyed emojis and sighed happily as she settled into her seat. The arena was slowly filling up with noise as the crowd piled in. She snapped a few pictures of the players doing their pregame warm-ups then took a quick selfie.

"My, my… now aren't you a fine piece of ass. Where'd you get a body like that?" a soft raspy voice chimed in. Deja laughed when she finally saw who was speaking to her.

"Body by Bella of course…" she giggled. "Good to see you Nikki."

"And it's good to see you, girlie! I heard about your car… I know it was your baby." Nikki pouted.

"Yeah...but I'll get a new one eventually. The insurance company of the bitch that destroyed Shadow is giving my agent a tough time so we'll see how long it takes." Deja shrugged.

"Ugh! I hate that… Shouldn't take that long to process these things. How's big sis and little man doing? Brie told me that she saw them at the grocery store the other day."

"Oh they're doing great. In fact, Kendra sent me a pic of Dante snoozing with his stuffed tiger that I got him. You wanna see?" Deja asked unable to hide her smile.

"Hell yeah I wanna see him. You know I love babies…" Nikki beamed, nudging her friend. She gasped, placing her hand over her heart. "He is too precious…"

"This kid is gonna be so spoiled." Deja laughed as she spotted Roman making his way back down with a giant bucket of popcorn and two drinks. She stood up take one of the drinks from him so he could ease back into his seat.

"Roman?"

"Nikki?"

"Dude… wait… Oh my gosh, I totally forgot TMZ broke the news on you two." Nikki teased, pointing back and forth between Deja and Roman.

"You and John must be having date night too?" he chuckled, seeing his buddy heading towards them.

"Nothing like a night out with your man…" Nikki smiled as John sat down next to her.

"Deja, this is John…"

"Cena, I know." she snickered. "I've met him a few times at the studio when Kendra and I would go work out."

"He's also my strength and conditioning coach." Roman said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Small world…" John chuckled. As the pregame festivities began to wrap up, the two couples continued to get chummy with each other. Cameras flashed as the game started and silence fell over the four friends as they looked on. By halftime, Nikki and John had already left the game. Roman and Deja were having a great time until the basketball sailed out of bounds nearly hitting her in the face.

"Time to go baby girl… Chicago's winning this game anyway." Roman sighed, standing up and extending his hand to his girlfriend. "Let's get some grub."


Roman smiled, watching Deja as she ate her food. She was so cute humming and bouncing in her seat whenever she ate something delicious. He figured he had stalled long enough with the surprise he had been hiding from her.

"How's your chicken gnocchi?" Roman inquired, taking a swig of his beer.

"It's amazing. I haven't had gnocchi this good since mom and dad took us to Tuscany one summer." Deja gleamed. "How was your tortellini? I see you cleaned your plate…"

"Oh baby it was fantastic." he gushed. "So uh… I've got a little something for you baby girl." Deja's full attention was now on Roman.

"I'm listening…" she grinned.

"Now I don't want you to overreact… It's just a little something to say I was thinking about you. Close your eyes." he requested as he started to dig around in his coat pocket. Deja inhaled sharply and closed her eyes tight. Roman did a small series of waves and funny faces to confirm that she wasn't peeking. He pulled the square shaped box out of his pocket and placed it on the table in front of her.

"Open your eyes baby girl…" he said softly. Deja's eyes fluttered open to find a signature Tiffany & Company box sitting in front of her. She gasped studying the aqua blue box with the big white bow. This was certainly unexpected.

"Roman… you shouldn't have." she murmured, running her thumb over the silky white ribbon.

"At least open it first…" he chuckled, trying to encourage her to open the box. She exhaled and reluctantly removed the ribbon bow. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the diamond clustered necklace sitting in the box.

"Baby this is beautiful. I… I don't know what to say except… thank you. You really didn't have to…"

"Don't you even think about money. That was the last thing on my mind when I saw that necklace. I immediately thought about you and how beautiful it would look around my woman's neck." he boasted, scooting closer to her. "Can I help you put it on?"

"Of course…" Deja agreed, wiping at the tears that had formed. She lifted her hair and gasped softly when she felt Roman's fingertips slide across her neck. He fastened the necklace and placed a single kiss on her neck.

"Thank you for this…" she mumbled against his lips as he leaned in to kiss her. Those three little words were growing closer with time, but neither of them were ready to say it. They were happy right where they were with no need to rush.

"My place or yours tonight, sexy?" Roman asked, flashing that winning smile that made Deja melt.

"Uh… I'm thinking your place because I like your bed more than mine and you've got better ocean views than I do." she snickered.

"Mhmm…" Roman smirked, tipping their waitress. "Well let's get this party of two on home, shall we baby girl?" Deja simply nodded as she picked up her to go plate. When they stepped outside, the restaurant was swarming with paparazzi. Lights, cameras and microphones were literally everywhere as they tried to walk back to Roman's car.


"That's one bad bitch you got there, Reigns… How much did she cost you?" a deep voice rang out with a booming laugh. Roman clenched his fist and spun around to confront the obnoxious prick that had just made an inappropriate statement about Deja but he paused when he realized that the guy was his soon to be opponent, Sean Ardmore.

"You need to watch your mouth Sean…" Roman growled, stepping in front of his woman. Deja knew this situation would go south quickly if she didn't do her best to calm him down. Granted this wasn't ADA Barrett or Officer Orton, she still would regret it if she let him get into trouble.

"Babe he's not worth it… Just wait till Fight Night 16, then you can bash his face in." she pleaded, tugging on Roman's arm. Their little argument quickly escalated, catching the attention of nearly every person on the block with a camera in their hand.

"Yeah you should listen to your little high priced whore. She makes a great point… You don't wanna embarrass yourself tonight." Sean mocked. Roman was seething as he took a step closer to the man but stopped when Deja stood in front of him placing her hand on his chest.

"Roman...please." Deja sighed, looking up at him. Roman's eyes shifted between her and Sean as he exhaled, giving in to her request. Sean saw that his opponent was backing down and made one last move to rile him up.

"Ah what a shame… What'd you do Reigns, stash your balls in your girl's clutch bag? You let me know when you want a real man around, sweet cheeks…" Sean grinned smugly as he grabbed Deja's butt. She instantly backhanded Sean, causing him to stumble backwards into his entourage.

"Don't you ever put your hands on me! I'm not some trash from the street!" Deja snarled as Roman quickly snatched her back. The paparazzi practically had a field day snapping pictures of this incident. Sean clutched his face, noting the few drops of blood that lined the palm of his hand.

"Yo...you need to muzzle your bitch."

"You are a bitch. A punk ass bitch at that…" Roman grumbled, closing the distance between the two of them. "And if you ever lay a hand on my woman again… I'll fucking kill you." he whispered with a deadly tone. He stepped back to check on Deja before they turned to make their way through the crowd of photographers and reporters that had them surrounded.

"I should sue her for assault!" Ardmore shouted as he being escorted by his security team.

"And I'd love to see you try. This bitch here is one of the best damn attorneys in the state of Florida and with that little stunt you pulled, I could easily sue you for sexual harassment… you dumb son of a bitch!" Deja yelled back. Roman shoved a few cameramen out of his way as he opened her door. He shuffled back around to his side and hopped in, firing up the engine a second later. If they didn't get away from this quickly their night would've only gotten worse.


"Babe...I'm fine." Deja said as she stared out the window. She could feel Roman's eyes were fixed on her hand. It was swollen from where she backhanded that asshole, Sean.

"I'm gonna destroy that piece of shit…" Roman sneered, gripping his steering wheel. "He called you out of your name… Blatantly disrespected you in front of me and had the balls to grab your ass. I mean… the nerve of this motherfucker. He wants me to kill him."

"Baby calm down, please. I'm fine and my hand is just a little swollen. Nothing's broken and his words definitely didn't get to me." Deja claimed as they pulled into the garage. Roman sighed, running his hands over his face. There was no doubt that his blood was still boiling but the sound of Deja's soft voice was soothing to him. He gave her a weak smile before dragging himself out of the car to come around and open her door.

"Let's get that hand wrapped up and on ice." he whispered, pulling her close. She smiled, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

"Thank you."

"For what baby girl?" Roman asked with a look of confusion.

"For everything… My beautiful necklace. Our wonderfully romantic dinner and not losing your cool. That falls on me tonight…" she admitted sheepishly.

"Deja, you didn't do anything wrong baby." Roman chuckled. "Hell if anything, you kept me from going to jail tonight. And my woman's got one helluva backhand if I might add." Deja blushed trying her best not to laugh but she couldn't help it.

"Oh come on, it wasn't that great." she cackled.

"Nah it… it was actually pretty epic baby." he grinned. "But enough about that. Let's get out these clothes and have a nice, relaxing soak in the tub."

"Mmm...now you're speaking my language big boy." she smirked, reaching up to take off her necklace.

"No, no…leave it on. That's the only thing I want you wearing tonight." he uttered, nipping at Deja's neck. She moaned letting her head fall back onto his shoulder.

"You keep this up and you'll definitely get three servings of cookie." she panted throwing her arms around his neck to kiss him. The pain in her hand was practically nonexistent as she started to lose herself in another night of hedonistic passion with Roman.


Well that was pretty quick, even for me lol. These two are seriously on my mind but I'm enjoying my muses.

On a side note: HOLY CRAP! 106 reviews in 8 chapters... Y'all are awesome! I can't thank you all enough for the love and support for my story that almost started out as just a one shot lol. Thank you so much for reading and as always, I hope you enjoyed. Till next time... 3

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