11/19/20: I got a PM last night asking when I was going to update this story. The truth is, I'm 7 chapters in on another site. So I'm going to do a 6 chapter dump right now.
romanreigns followed you.
In the beginning I wasn't sure what I wanted to ruin first: his life, his career or his marriage. It seems like he's making that decision for me because if he's home right now with his wife, he had no business thinking of me enough to seek out my Instagram the evening before we went back on the road. I thought it would be challenging but it was becoming so easy that I'm bored already. I'd already taken the liberty of deleting any throwbacks or references to my sister in case he scrolled further than 2 years ago..
Now it was time to pack and think of new strategies. While I sat Indian style on the floor in front of my open suitcase, a plan fell right into my lap. I still followed quite a few Georgia Tech twitter accounts and one just posted: WWE may be his yard but GT is his house. wweromanreigns will be back on campus tomorrow training in our gym.
Hmm...
The flight from Orlando to Atlanta was delayed by an hour due to air traffic control restrictions. This could potentially throw everything off schedule especially if Joe was already there. As soon as the plane touched down on the runway, I was calling for an Uber to get me to campus ASAP. Shit, my bags, what was I going to do with them. There was no time to check into a hotel because I was already pushing it. I also couldn't bring them on campus if I wanted this to appear casual.
That's when I spotted a coworker standing at baggage claim. He'd boarded the same flight as me. "Elias?"
"Hmm?" he said, turning around.
"Where are you heading?"
"I think I'm going straight to the arena, why?"
"Because I have something urgent to take care of and I was wondering if you'd take my bag to the arena with you. Please? My carry on is small so I can take it with me," I fluttered my lashes.
"Sure," he said, grabbing the handle. "If one of the girls is there already I'll have them take it into the women's lockerroom. If not, I'll keep it with me."
"Thank you so much," I smiled.
Still no updates when I checked Twitter. The drive from the airport to Georgia Tech was about 15 to 20 minute so I told my Uber driver to step on it.
A few minutes later, I opened Twitter and saw a new post sitting right at the top.
GeorgiaTechFootball: Great to have wweromanreigns training back at home today.
That was 6 minutes ago and he looked done. He was probably showering and changing by now. Traffic wasn't too bad so the car would make it to campus within 5.
After walking around for a bit, I finally spotted him standing amongst a group of older guys, possibly old teachers or coaches. Changing my path, I scrolled by them. When he glanced me, I could see the confusion on his face.
"Hey Joe," I waved, keeping it moving. The last thing I wanted to do was linger around waiting for him like a lost puppy. No, he had to chase me.
A few minutes later he was literally doing just that as I heard footsteps jogging up behind me. "What are you doing here?"
"You aren't the only GT alumni in WWE," I revealed. "Every time I'm in Atlanta I try to come through for a visit."
"Why didn't you say anything?" he asked, walking alongside me now.
"Wahhh, nobody likes me. Oh by the way, I went to Georgia Tech. Wahhh," I joked and he laughed.
"Speaking of that, you seem to be in a better mood today," he noted.
"Well I haven't been in the lockerroom yet. That's where the problems begin. Don't expect any dry humor after that... " I snorted.
"Hey, since we're here, do you want to go for a walk around campus?"
"I was actually on my way out so how about next time?" I declined.
"I mean, we're basically on the same schedule and I'm not in a hurry..." he said. Good sign, he was trying to persuade me to stay in his presence.
"Well, us girls have a lot more to do than you men. We have to go through full hair and makeup while you only have to put your gear on and pour a bottle of water over your head. Our processes are not the same, Joe."
"I see..." he replied, nodding as if he saw my point and accepted my departure. Now it was time to reel him back in.
"You know what, I guess I can spare some time but if I go out there looking any kind of way tonight because I got a rush job in the chair, I'm going to let everyone know it's your fault," I chuckled. "Let's go!"
"You're about 10 years younger than me so my experiences here were probably different than yours," he said as we continued on. Joe's monotonous voice made my ears bleed. He's so dry, boring and bland. Maybe as time goes on I'll eventually see what drove Sam so crazy over him but as of right now nothing stood out. I nodded occasionally while he rambled on and on. He pointed to a tree. "That's where I met my wife."
"Oh really?"
"Yep. She ran track and it showed because I saw her legs first and as my eyes traveled upwards, I knew I had to go over and the rest is history..." he smiled to himself.
It was history alright, revisionist history but deep inside we both knew that the 'college sweetheart' love story he's been selling to the public was bullshit especially when he omits half the tale. Him recounting how he met Galina brought me back to how Samantha met him.
It was her freshman year. She'd been home every weekend since starting the school year until recently when she spent a month straight on campus. We were actually surprised when she showed up one Friday evening.
"Where on earth have you been and don't say 'I've been busy studying' because no one buys it," Mom inquired after dinner. The three of us girls were still sitting at the table.
Sam bit her lip into a smile. "Okay, I was trying to keep it a secret but I met a guy."
"Uh oh..." my father said in passing.
"Mind your business, Robert," Sam laughed.
"How did you meet?" I asked.
"Is this a PG story before you go on?" Mom asked Sam, glancing at me. I think I was around 7.
"If it wasn't, you wouldn't be hearing about it yourself, Mom," she replied. "Anyway, my roommate, Lori. Real pretty, modelesque looking chick? She pretty much has to beat athletes around campus off with a stick. I don't know what it is but everywhere we go, they follow. One Thursday night, we went to an off campus party. Across the room there was this guy staring. I could tell he was a football player from his height and build. He was staring so hard that it made Lori uncomfortable. After awhile I decide enough is enough and walk over to him, 'hey, my friend isn't interested and you're creeping her out so please direct your eyes elsewhere.' He smirks and says, 'well good thing I wasn't looking at her, then.' I'm like oh, and then it clicked...ohhh. He introduces himself as Joe. We chat for a minute before I realize I abandoned Lori. I go back and tell her that he's cool. Lori realizes it's after 12 and she has an exam in her 8:00 the next morning that she hadn't studied for. The guy that we came with wasn't ready to go so I walked back over to Joe and asked him if there's any chance he has a vehicle. He does and offers to take us back. We get to the dorm and she rushes out but he grabbed my hand indicating that he wanted me to stay...and I did. We sat out there from 12:35 to 4:15."
"Just talking I hope," Mom said.
"That's all. Then when I realized how late it was, how early it was rather, I panicked. Thankfully my first class on Friday starts at 11 so I'd have time to sleep. We exchanged numbers and he invited me to his game Saturday. I went and after that we started hanging together everyday after he left football practice. Then earlier this week he asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes," she sighed dreamily.
"You know you have to watch those athletes. Most of them are players...literally," Mom pointed out.
"Nah, Joe isn't like that..." Sam denied confidently.
"Speaking of your wife, how is she after having the babies?" I said.
"Oh she's fine. Thank you for asking," he replied.
"Yeah, I had too. Usually when the husband is the famous spouse, he gets all the congrats but it's really the wife who carried and did all the hard work for 9 months. How are y'all adjusting? Let me know if I'm getting too personal..."
"No, you're fine. It's a lot but we're managing..."
Joe had the first child right out of college, then his leukemia diagnosis happened. Went into remission and with no real job, he shacked up with Galina living on food stamps for years until he got signed by WWE in 2010. They got engaged and later married in 2014. Then they had 2 more kids, 2nd leukemia diagnosis and then 2 more kids. In that timeline he never had a chance to live young, wild and free. I made a note of this and thought of ways to eventually use it to my advantage.
We made it to the stadium where Joe had me take a picture of him for IG.
romanreigns: Always good to be back at the old yard georgiatechfb #404TheCulture
"Man, every Saturday I used to cut up out there," he reminisced.
"Yeah I heard about you," I nodded, personal stories from Sam when she attended his games. They must've been exaggerations though considering his football career didn't amount to shit.
Then we were down on the field. "Well, since I helped you, you have to help me get content for my page."
"How does it look?"
"You, I mean it looks good," he said, returning my phone.
On our way back through the yard, he was stopped by someone on the student paper for a quick interview which he agreed too because he's such a nice guy (gag). When the camera came out, I moved to the background but remained close enough to be in the frame. Evidence.
Kayla was waiting in the ring to interview me ahead of Money in the Bank next Sunday.
"First of all, I want to say thank you to management for allowing me this opportunity. To the people of Atlanta, I am tremendously honoured to be in front of you tonight. Every accomplishment starts with a vision and that's why I humbly stand here grateful to have the prestigious chance to become Miss Money in the Bank. As Miss Money in the Bank, I will take the WWE to new heights as well as share the message with girls from all around the world that if they take courage and work hard they to can achieve the seemingly impossible because that's what the winner should be: someone who is not only beautiful but also a role model, someone to give courage to others. I strongly believe that someone is me. And I must acknowledge the women that'll be sharing the stage with me this Sunday, a family of strong, empowering women, all dreamers and achievers. Together we will make a difference," insert tight pageant smile that made my jaws hurt.
"Uhm, I think you're confused, Vivian. In order to become Miss Money in the Bank you have to win a match, not a pageant," Kayla replied.
"Ohhh, well that makes a lot more sense. Imagine a pageant with me standing alongside Shayna, Nia Jax, Asuka, Lacey, Dana? The judges would end the competition before it begins, giving me the crown by default with no runner ups. I mean look at them. None have style, poise, grace, elegance, confidence, intelligence, sophistication, class...in short, they're no me," the crowd booed. "Oh shut up, you know it's true."
"Whoa, I thought pageant girls believed in women's empowerment?"
I looked over at ringside. "That's Cole and Corey sitting behind that desk, not judges. There's no one here to take points off so I can say whatever the hell I want. When WWE announced my signing, some of the very women in the match were shading me, liking comments about how I wouldn't last a month, how I'd run away crying after taking my first bump, how I'm just a pageant girl who'll never make it. Two years later I'm on the poster next to them. It took me just 2 years to come in and do what they do and better but it would take them a lifetime to even attempt to do what I do. That's why I've been thinking...after I cash in the briefcase, I'm going to take that gaudy blue belt and I'm going to strip it for parts and turn it into a crown because then I know none of them will ever be able to take it away from me."
On the way back, I collected 6 different bouquets. The WWE Shop started selling replica crowns last week and I spotted a few of them amongst the crowd. Sometimes I wish I could care about this so I could appreciate the support but it's hard when your only reason for being here in the first place is fueled by hate.
After the show I ran into Joe on his way out of the building.
"You were so mean tonight," he said.
"Thank you!" I smiled.
He looked around before moving in and bending down next to my ear. "You have it all: the look, the in ring skills, the mic skills, the charisma. I see why they're intimidated."
Oh God, he's fawning over me. Pathetic. I sighed. "You know, when I found out I didn't have a match tonight I got excited because at least then they wouldn't have any reason to resent me but then management said I'd get 5 minutes to cut a promo. I don't know, this weekend for the live events I'm just going to change in one of the bathrooms backstage or something. I'm just over the icyness."
"You don't need to do that," he shook his head, his expression sympathetic. "Hey, I'm going to give you my number so if you're ever feeling down or if you need someone to talk to when we're backstage, you can hit me up and we can meet like the last time."
"Sure," I said, pulling my phone out of my back pocket and keying in the numbers as he called them. "I'm going to save you as Joe for now until I think of a nickname or something for you."
"Why do I need a nickname?"
"Because I already have a Joe in my phone that I talk to pretty regularly," I actually didn't know another Joe, barely wanted to know this one but this was my way of planting seeds in his head that'll be useful at a later date.
"Boyfriend?"
"Not yet but soon..." I winked.
The woe is me thing was going to get old quick if it happened every time we crossed paths so I tried to appear bubbly over the weekend. The worst thing I could do is make him feel like it's a burden to be around me if all I did was whine. Our interactions were brief but pleasant.
Not wanting to lose the momentum that I was building, I paced around at home trying to figure out my next move. I had to find something I could exploit. There were several things I'd observed and things that he told me over the last few days that may be of use. Then it hit me. 5 kids. This man has 5 kids. 1-2-3-4-5. Surely with 5 kids their sex life isn't what it use to be. Even when they put the newborn twins down to sleep, they have another set of toddler twin boys running wild around the house so he was probably sex depraved and horny. I needed to capitalize on this but how?
Joe
Monday evening, I was finishing up my workout when Galina walked in holding an iPad. I grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from my face and neck as she approached. "What's up?"
"So I'm subscribed to the campus newsletter and get email alerts. You made the front page," she tapped around on the screen.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, and I have one question...who is this girl," Galina turned it to face me. It looked like an ordinary picture but Vivian was visible behind my right shoulder.
My wife was too busy with the children to keep up with the show nowadays so she probably wouldn't recognize the new faces. "Oh, that's just Vivian. She's a new superstar from NXT that they brought up about a month ago."
"This doesn't look like a WWE event so why is she there...with you?" Galina questioned.
"She wasn't there with me. Vivian went to GT and happened to be visiting that afternoon when we crossed paths," I replied.
"The reason she caught my attention in the first place is because she looks like..." Galina trailed off, shivering.
My eyes widened. "So I'm not crazy?"
"No," Galina shook her head. "It's not identical but the resemblance is there and and strong. I don't like it. This Vivian doesn't give me good vibes."
"What?" my brows knitted. "How did you get that impression from a picture?"
"There's something sinister about her facial expression. I can't explain it but she's clearly smiling but her eyes remain hard and cold. If I covered her mouth with my hand it would look like she's glaring at the back of your head."
I only saw Viv's usual expression when I looked again. "G, you can't judge someone you don't know because she happens to look like someone you used to know. Vivian is a sweet girl just trying to find her footing in WWE. Sam...Sam was..."
"...crazy, conniving, mentally dysfunctional, obsessive, unhinged, manipulative. Shall I go on because I can?"
"Please don't. Sam has been gone for 13 long years. What would you gain from speaking ill of the dead?"
"Even from the grave she has you wrapped around her finger. 13 long years later and you're still defending her over me. She could do no wrong in your eyes and you always had an excuse for her behavior. Maybe you have a positive outlook on her due to guilt or because of all the sex you got out of it but I'm sorry, I just can't look back and smile over the memory of someone who tried to make my life hell," Galina hissed. This was probably the first time we discussed Samantha in years. Unfortunately the topic has brought back some painful memories and reopened some old wounds.
"I'm not defending her and I fully understand why you feel the way you do. All I'm saying is, she's gone and I don't see the point of rehashing it. Look at us. Look at our children. Look at my career. Look at our beautiful home. We have far too much going on right here in the present to worry about what happened in the past," I softly expressed.
Galina seemed to relent a little, all the tension in her stance eased. "You're right. We have the present and the future to look forward to. This new workout plan is doing what it has to do because you're looking good."
"You too," I complimented. She'd just had the twins and you wouldn't be able to tell because she was almost back to her pre-baby body. I pushed her backwards onto one of the workout benches but she abruptly stood.
"Now you know we can't do this here while the boys are roaming. They'll walk right in and catch us. Plus that bench is too hard anyway..."
"Well let's take it to the bedroom and lock them out for a little while," I proposed and as soon as I said it, faint crying was heard on the baby monitor clipped to her jeans.
"Sorry, we'll pick this up later," she said, handing me the iPad and rushing out.
The picture was still on screen. It amazed me how much Vivian reminded me of Sam. Sam was only 21 when she passed. Vivian was 24 so she looked like a prettier, more matured version. Between Vivian, being on campus recently and the conversation Galina and I just had, I was sent down memory lane.
Sophomore year. I tore across the yard like a fiend in search of a hit. I entered the women's dorm and knocked. When she opened the door she seemed surprised to see me standing there but her mouth quickly formed a smirk. "You can never stay away for too long, can you Joe? What are you doing here? Or do I need to ask. There's only so much boredom a man can take."
Sometimes they focused more on each other than me. When I was with Galina all she did was talk shit about "that crazy bitch" and when I was with Sam all she did was talk shit about "that boring bitch." It was never ending.
She was right though, I never can stay away. Everything about Samantha Parker was intoxicating. Sometimes she was too much for me. Too much personality, too much charm, too sexy, too wild, too exciting...too crazy. I couldn't keep up but I also couldn't resist her and that's what scared me. We broke up alot, not because she did anything wrong but because I missed normalcy, I wanted to feel like myself again and that's exactly what I had in Galina: stability. Then missing the unpredictableness of Sam would always send me running back.
She wrestled with my belt and zipper. "Lori just left about 5 minutes ago to meet with her study group. I think we have time. Have you thought any more about the off campus apartment for next year."
"I have and I don't think that's a good idea," I replied and her face fell.
"Why not? Oh, I know, because you wouldn't be able to pack up and leave every few weeks. Being in your own dorm makes it convenient for you to go back and forth!"
I loved them both, neither one more or less than the other. During the height of it, I was too young stupid and selfish to realize that I was also hurting them both until it was too late. I used to think about and miss Sam everyday after it happened but once Jojo was born and I was diagnosed with leukemia, I knew I had to focus on what was more important and that was the people in my life that were still here.
With my career and Galina home raising the children, at times it seemed all consuming. I wasn't unhappy by any means and I loved my wife but sometimes felt like I was missing something and just wanted more excitement in our life. With 5 kids that would probably be hard to achieve now. When the newborns turn at least 6 months, I'll think about suggesting a babysitter or at least one of our parents one night a week so we can go out and have some real alone time.
Ding.
"Is that you or me?" I asked as we sat on the living room floor with the babies.
"You because I keep mine on silent so it won't ring loud and wake them up," she replied.
My phone was sitting on the counter. On the lockscreen I saw an iMessage notification for a number that wasn't saved. When I clicked it, I saw a glimpse of what appeared to be a naked body before quickly swiping up to get it off screen. Vivian! Next thing I knew another one came through, the notification bar flashing at the top of my screen, then another and another. My hands were shaking like crazy as I switched my phone to silent to stop the back to back dinging.
"Who is it?" Galina asked.
"Oh, uh, just a group chat with the guys..." I lied as they continued coming. "I'm about to set it to hide alerts because the conversation going on doesn't really concern me."
I turned the phone face down and rejoined Galina. I'd deal with Vivian later. Not only did she disrespect me but my family as well. What if Galina checked my phone? What if one of my kids was standing next to me? How could she even think this was cool? Maybe she mistook my kindness for interest and got the wrong impression. I was acting as a mentor and advisor to Vivian, taking her under my wing to guide her through the ins and outs of this business but she's now ruined that with the bullshit she just pulled.
Finally, I got the opportunity to slip away. The babies were asleep, Jojo was in her room, the boys were occupied with their game and Galina was on the phone with a friend. I went into the guest room's bathroom on the other side of the house and locked the door. I was fuming and could see the anger all over my face through the reflection of the mirror as I pressed her number.
"Hello?" she answered.
"I don't know what kind of game you're playing but you're fucking with the wrong one! You know good and goddamn well I'm a married father of 5. I don't know what you might think is going on between us but I assure you it's nothing," I said in a harsh tone.
"Game?" she asked, sounding confused. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about those pics you sent to my phone a little while ago. Don't act like you don't know..."
"Pics? Wha? Please don't tell me I...hold on," there was shuffling on the other end, sounding as if she pulled the phone away from her ear. I heard her gasp. "Oh my fucking God! You probably don't even remember this but when you gave me your number, I mentioned that I was talking to another Joe."
"Yeah?" I recalled.
"Those were meant for him. I sent them through the gallery instead of clicking on the message thread that the other Joe and I already had going. When you send something through the gallery, you have to actually type in the contact and I guess when I typed Joe, you came up and I wasn't paying attention so they went to you," she explained. "I am so sorry. What if your wife saw that? Can you imagine? How would you even explain it? A literal nightmare. Rest assured I would never do something like that."
This made a lot more sense and my anger subsided. Admittedly I didn't know Vivian that well but from the time we've spent together, sending nudes out of the blue to a married man seemed very out of character for someone like her. "I'm sorry for coming at you like that. I just didn't know what else to think."
"No, your reaction was more than appropriate. Actually, you were much nicer about it than I would've been because if the roles were reversed, I'd probably be kicking your door down right now for potentially jeopardizing my marriage," she laughed. "Anyway, I'm about to add Anoai to your name so there won't be any more confusion. Now that I think about it, I should've done that from the beginning and this wouldn't have happened. I was wondering why the other Joe hadn't responded but I just took it as him being in shock or something. Now I have to resend them."
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"Why not?"
"What just happened should be reason enough. What if they wind up in the wrong hands again? I don't know the guy but what if you two fall out and he decides to leak them? What if your phone gets hacked? As WWE Superstars, we're role models so it's best to be mindful of your image and reputation. Some situations can be avoided," I explained. "Also, WWE has great fans but there's a good portion of guys in the fanbase who get really perverted and obsessive over female superstars. Believe me, you don't want those weirdos seeing you exposed like that."
"You're right. I don't know what I was thinking about when I took them in the first place. Well, actually, I do. In our minds, we think, 'that's not going to happen to me' but I'm sure that's what everyone who's gotten leaked before thought," she replied. "I see why you're the locker room leader. You give the best advice."
"You seem to have a good head on your shoulders. A lot of newcomers think they have it all figured out and don't want to listen to the veterans but you've been very receptive to guidance and assistance from others. That's going to get you very far in the company."
"I hope so," she replied. "You have a full house so I'm going to let you go and once again I'm extremely sorry for the mishap. So much could've gone wrong."
"Yeah but it didn't so it's alright. I'll see you Friday."
"Have a good night," she said, disconnecting the call.
I went into my messages to delete the pictures and that's when I realized I hadn't gotten a good look at them. I knew they weren't intended for my eyes and I'd be smart to just get rid of them but I couldn't help myself, clicking the first. Damn she was sexy. Her skin was flawless, not a scratch, bruise or mark anywhere. My dick twitched to life at the sight, tenting my basketball shorts. I knew I couldn't go back out like this and I also didn't want to end up with blue balls so I had no other choice but to take care of it. I dropped the shorts and grabbed myself in one hand, swiping through the pictures with the other.
Vivian had beautiful breasts, not too big, not too small with perfectly shaped nipples. I grip harder, using the precum as lube. She had pictures of her round, fat, oiled up ass from every angle and somehow I got harder. In the next photo her legs were open displaying a dripping wet pussy that looked plump, smooth, soft and so inviting.
My legs shook as my hand stroked up and down. To my surprise the last photo was actually a video. I watched as she spread the lips and zoomed in. Her clit was swollen from arousal and when she went further down, her hole appeared tight as fuck. I could see the juices glistening as they seeped from inside. That was all it took, I could feel my balls tighten and body tense as I neared the edge. Quickly moving to stand over the toilet bowl, I aimed so there wouldn't be any need for cleanup. My body jerked as I bit my lips to keep quiet.
I let out one final sigh, feeling the relief as I give my softening dick a few last tugs. I felt completely different now than I did a few minutes ago. There's this thing called post nut clarity. It's the immediate clear mindedness and soberness a person gains after orgasming. It usually leads to guilt because of decisions made while horny. I felt ashamed and embarrassed. I couldn't believe I violated Vivian like this...and came from doing so. I was no better than those weirdos I'd warned her about.
My emotions were all over the place. I leaned on the counter with so many thoughts running through my head. It was hard to process what had just happened. All I knew at the moment was that I wanted to forget it as I deleted any trace of the pictures from my phone.