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"I am not going to kill myself messing around with you. I can do a moonsault, a shooting star and a few little flashy moves here and there but that's as far as it goes," Robyn shook her head at Ricochet in the ring ahead of the pay per view later that night. When she arrived at the arena earlier, he approached her about a move that she did during her tag match the night before during the live event. He claimed that her form was off and the way she executed it would be hell on her knees in the long run. He showed her how to properly pull it off which then led to him trying to tweak her entire moveset.
"You have to step outside of the box a little," he replied. "If something goes wrong you can blame it all on me. I got you."
"Oh yeah?" she quirked a brow. "Blaming it all on you won't pay my medical expenses or give me a new career if the damage is permanent."
"I don't know about a new career but I'd pay your medical expenses and make sure you tell your boy Joe that."
Robyn froze. What did he know? She cleared her throat. "W-what do you mean by that?"
"A while back some of the guys were talking about you in the locker room, Joe overheard and flipped out going on a rant about how if we weren't willing to step up to the plate if worse comes to worst, stay back," he revealed.
"No he did not," she stared at him in utter. disbelief. What gave him the right to speak on her situation to the guys in order to manipulate her love life while resuming his.
"He did," Ricochet confirmed. "I know you two work closely together so he was probably just looking out for you like a big bro."
"Yeah, big bro," she muttered before changing the subject. "Anyway, can you show me that new move you wanted me to try?"
The things that Ricochet was able to do with his body were amazing. He showed her a move that she imagined you'd only see at Cirque du Soleil or an Olympic gymnastic competition. He showed it to me twice before stopping. "Did you get that?"
"Probably not but here goes nothing…" she ran over to the rope opposite of them before bouncing off to backflip and twist her way back over to where they originally stood. The plan was to flip over the rope and onto the floor but she stumbled on the last flip. She felt herself getting ready fall to the mat until two strong arms caught her.
Ricochet gently sat her down on his thigh. "I told you, I got you."
"I see…" she laughed it off as they stared at each other. Ricochet was handsome, no doubt and an overall great guy. He was shorter than she usually liked, 5'9 to her 5'8 but he more than made up for it with his rock hard body. "I…" she trailed off when she saw Roman watching them ringside as he half-listened to his opponent, Erik Rowan. They made brief, awkward eye contact and she felt herself unconsciously slide off of Ricochet. "I…I'm going to get back to the locker room and let people who actually have a match tonight have the ring. Thanks for the tutorial today though."
"Don't be a stranger..." Ricochet said, meeting her eyes and holding her gaze. "I'm not going to rest until you get that move right."
Clash of Champions was great for the most part. Now it was time to pack and leave. In the parking garage of the arena, a lot of talent discussed going to a local bar. She didn't really feel like going out but if wrestlers who'd just finished having matches could find the energy to go, so could she.
robwwe: What a show! Now it's time for the after.
"Don't look but why has Ricochet been staring over here for the last hour?" Sonya asked standing near the bar. Robyn barely turned her head but even then she could see that Sonya was correct.
"I noticed it, too," Mandy said. "He didn't start until Robbie walked up so make of that what you will."
"We're literally in his line of vision. He has no other choice but to look over here," Robyn brushed it off just as a finger tapped her on the shoulder. To her confusion, one of the servers handed her a drink. "I didn't order anything."
"From the gentleman across the way…" the girl said and when Robyn looked up, she saw Ricochet raise his glass.
"Told you…" Mandy mumbled. "Now what are you going to do about it?"
"What's going on?" Sasha stopped when she overheard in passing.
"Apparently Ricochet likes Robbie and the way she's trying to hide that smirk, the feeling is mutual," Sonya informed.
"But what about you and…you know who?" Sasha, the only one who knew her secret, inquired.
"You have missed a lot," Robbie snorted. "Welcome back."
"What happened?"
"He was still stuck in the past...if you know what I mean."
"I'm not even surprised," Sasha shook her head and Rob nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, it sucks but what can I do," she shrugged.
"How about walking over there and thanking Ricochet. Look at him, think about his athleticism...and imagine the sex," Sasha nudged her forward.
Robyn hesitated but he'd seen the whole thing so there was no point in turning around. With a sigh, she made her way over. "Hey, I appreciate the drink but in the interest of full disclosure, I feel the need to tell you that I'm not looking for a man."
"Damn, so I guess the rumors were true," his shoulders slumped in disappointment.
"What? Oh...that! No, let's leave the lesbian allegations in the past," she laughed.
"So, if you're not looking for a man...or woman. What are you looking for?" he asked.
"Hmm, I'm not sure…" she replied with a smile before her lips wrapped around the straw sticking out of her glass. His gaze keenly snapped between her mouth as she sucked to her eyes. There was an attraction there and she knew it but she didn't want to think about it and definitely didn't want to act on it. She wasn't ready for another relationship and it would be unfair to him to pretend like she is.
Ricochet lowered his voice and leaned into her. "Well, I can help you find it."
"Okay, but before you do that, let's back up for a second. You and I left NXT at the same time and if my memory serves me correct, you had something going on with Kacy…"
"Not anymore. We're over for now," he said.
"For now?"
"She...we, it's complicated but I'm ready to move on," he stammered.
Complicated was almost like a trigger word and her entire body tensed. "Look, I've been through that before and I'm sorry but I'm not interested in trying my luck with another flip flopping man. Once again, thanks for the drink and goodnight."
"This one is so cute," Robyn smiled, reading cards that the children at the hospital made for her.
They'd been driven there by a WWE hired chauffeur and were on their way back to the hotel when they pulled into a gas station. The driver got out of the all black SUV to pump. He poked his head back into the door when he finished. "I just received an important phone call and I have to take it. It'll only be a few minutes."
"Sure, take all the time you need," Roman said and the door closed, leaving them alone. "That was a really good visit."
"As always," she agreed.
"So you...and Ricochet…"
"is…."
"...none of my business," he acknowledged. "But seriously, you were damn near sitting in his lap in the ring yesterday and then I overheard the bar talk last night where he confirmed that he was going. Then, I saw that picture you posted last night so I know that's where you were headed."
"We were in the ring doing this thing called training. As far as the bar, I can't control who shows up," she shrugged. "That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. And thanks for letting me know that you stalk my Instagram..."
"So you mean to tell me he didn't try anything?"
"And if he did?" she didn't forget about his alleged intimidation speech to the locker room. She was getting ready to confront him when his FaceTime tone went off. She saw Galina's name flash across the screen and went into panic mode. They were both on the backseat. He was on the left by the window. She wasn't directly next to him but there wasn't much space between them. Quickly, she scooted over to the door on her side to make sure she was out of sight and out of mind.
He answered. "Morning, baby. I bet it's quiet there without the boys."
"Yeah, I don't even know what to do with myself now," Galina replied. "What are you up to?"
"Just coming back from the children's hospital."
"Oh, really? How was it?"
"Great, very touching. They spent all weekend making cards, writing notes and drawing pictures in anticipation of our arrival," he said.
"Where's Robyn?"
His turned to her. "She's right over there."
"Hey Robbie," Galina's voice spoke.
She refused to move. "Uhm, hi…"
"The last time I heard from you, you were in the hospital but now that you're back on the road, I'm guessing you're better now?"
Roman jerked his head to get her to come over but Robyn refused to move anywhere near him so he passed the phone to her. This was the first time they'd laid eyes on each other since their reconciliation. There was still some lingering saltiness on Robyn's end because she was staring at the woman who took her boyfriend but did she really have a leg to stand on with a wife reclaiming her own husband and the father of her children?
"I'm doing great. It was scary at the time but I got through it. Oh, and thank you for allowing Joe to come that day. I don't think a lot of women would've done that."
"You got that right," Galina agreed. "But I couldn't imagine Joe going through what he went through alone so I wouldn't let 'the situation' get in the way of helping someone in need."
An awkward silence fell between them as they both realized what a painfully uncomfortable moment this was. Robyn decided to end the torture. "So...how's the family and everything."
"Jojo is great, the boys have started preschool and so far they like it. Joe and I are back on track and doing better than ever…" she paused, catching herself mid-gush. "Oh, sorry."
"No, it's okay…"
"What about you? Are you dating or anything?"
"Yes," she said, quickly.
"Who, if you don't remind me asking?"
"Trevor!" she blurted and Roman shifted in his seat. "You know, Ricochet."
"Oh, he's cute. I can see it," she nodded. "How long have you two been together?"
"Just a few weeks, it's still new."
"Well, good luck with that and everything. Can you pass me back to Joe?"
"Sure," Robyn forced a smile before sliding the phone over to him.
"What are you about to get into?" Roman asked.
"It's around 10 so I'm probably going to wash a few loads of clothes, do some other work around the house and stop by the nail shop because I broke one last night messing around with the boys. By then it should be nearing 3 and I can swing by the schools to pick up the kids."
"I love you," he said.
"I love you, too," she replied.
"Alright, I'll call you and the kids after the show," he added before hanging up and turning to Rob. "So, you and Ricochet…that's it. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Would you prefer me to have told her the truth which is I'm single? That would only make her paranoid especially when I went on to explain that I'm single because her husband tried to scare off any contenders…" she said and his eyes widened. "Yes, I know. Joe, you do not dictate who can and can't approach me. You are in no position to even have a thought about my dating life when you literally just got off the phone with you wife."
"Listen, I was out of line and I shouldn't have done that but I really did have your best interest at heart. It was selfish and at the time I let my personal feelings get in the way," he apologized.
"You always say the right things, Joe and pretend to understand every time we have this conversation about me moving on. Give it another week or so and we'll be having it again. I'm tired," she heard the driver wrapping up his conversation so she did the same. "And one more thing, if your marriage was really better than ever like Mrs. Anoaʻi claims, you wouldn't care what I do, who I do it with and you wouldn't be keeping tabs on me via social media! Now, if you're really serious about staying in your marriage, you need to get your shit together or else, you need to do the right thing and leave!"
"The right thing for who, Rob?" he questioned.
"I'm sure you know the answer to that and hint, it's not just for my benefit…"
"Alright, let's get back on the road," the driver said, opening the door.
A/N: I just received a PM from someone claiming that they were unable to review this chapter and that the error said that they already did.
*facepalm* I messed up. I decided to delete the previous Chapter 14 (which was just an Author's Note) so it wouldn't throw off my chapter count. Then I uploaded this one which is now Chapter 14 which means those of you who commented last time under your account won't be able to review this chapter unless you log out. Sorry about that...
