Disclaimer: This story is fiction. All the characters are fictional with borrowed names to comply with the fan fiction genre. They should not be confused with any person living or dead. I am not now nor have I ever been affiliated with any professional wrestler or wrestling company. No disrespect intended.


New update. Sorry for the time in between. It's just not coming as easily as it did before. :)


Chapter 15

Roman's parents had asked three women to marry him that week. Actually he was sure they had begged, but he guessed his past followed him. His parents wouldn't tell him who they had asked. Even the last one who had turned them down by saying she wasn't good enough for their son. He wished they would relent so he could have gone to her and convinced her that she was good enough for he was a man that no one wanted.

"It's not forever." He assured his mother who had begun crying the moment she opened her eyes that morning. Instead of a wedding, a pair of officers would show up to take him away that very afternoon.

"There has to be someone. We still have till five."

"Mom, please. It will be okay." He assured her. He wasn't sentenced to life. The punishment was not so harsh that it stripped him of his humanity. Yet, she cried as if she'd never be able to call him her son again.

"Six months." She whined. "And that's the least amount of time you have to serve. How can they call it a crime if no one will marry you? I don't understand."

It was crazy times indeed. Roman sighed and placed his hands behind his head. He thought about that last day with his parents. There wasn't much to do in the small cell but think. Or sleep. He found ways to exercise. That's what bothered him the most. He was so active, always doing, so being confined to a small space was nearly maddening. Three cement walls and a wall of bars. That was the view for six months. His sentence was over, but now he had to wait. Wait for a woman with the same fate. He didn't know if there was a woman serving a sentence as well or if he would have to wait until a woman was arrested, then served her six months. Counting the days seemed meaningless, since there was no way to know when or if he would ever be free again. Some had spent years in that small jail, Decades. It was rare for a woman to be sentenced. Her hand was often spoken for at a very young age. The only women who would come his way would only be a widow. A woman that proved herself so lazy that no man would accept her. He'd seen them before. They by passed the slightly heavyset figure his culture found beautiful and became grotesquely obese. They cared only about themselves. Refused to work and expected to be waited on like princesses. But that his destiny was to wait. Wait there for a spoiled woman who would one day out weigh his cows. But at least he would be free. Surely someone would come along before his decade was up. He had ten years before they would write him off. Sometimes he wondered if he would be better off as an Ivex than marrying another he didn't love.

"Alright Reigns." An officer came to his cell the next morning. "You're days of leisure are over."

He cackled. "You have to work for your room and board now."

He had never been so happy in his life. If the guy thought he was punishing him by making him leave his cell to do hard labor to the courthouse grounds, he would have been seriously disappointed. Roman spent his days pruning bushes and trees. Cutting grass with a push style grass cutter. The kind that didn't take gas because they were outlawed inside town limits. They were considered too noisy by the rich townies. He swept and mopped like a janitor. It made the days go by quicker and he was thankful even when his tasks sometimes left him tired and aching. He thought about Mya a lot. It seemed no amount of work could tear her memory from his mind. He closed his eyes and he saw her. He often thought about the lucky man who would have her as his bride. He couldn't imagine that she hadn't married. He just hoped her husband wasn't too demanding. He hoped the man touched her softly. She deserved to be loved. But of course she would be. It was so easy to love Mya.

Mya sighed and traced her fingers across the sterling silver brush and mirror on her vanity table. It was the only thing she hadn't packed away. Her time was up. A year gone, but it had been a wonderful year. No other offers came for her hand. That morning was the first time she regretted turning down that proposal. Her boss offered to store her things for her until her release. Assuring her that she would not be jailed forever.

"Woman don't spend years in that holding cell. The ratio of women to men in this situation is greatly unbalanced. There are probably a half dozen men waiting for a wife." She only nodded. Mitch's warning never left her mind for long. The kind of men who ended up in the courthouse jail for failure to comply didn't ease her fears. All she could think of was ending up with a man who would lash her as her former owners once had.

Mya brushed her hair and packed away her favorite possession. It had been a birthday gift. Left anonymously against her hotel room door in a beautifully wrapped box. But there was only one person who could have left something so exquisite. It had been so thoughtful of him to think of her even though her birthday had fallen on his wedding day. Maybe it had been his way of saying good bye. Or maybe he just didn't want her feel alone.

"Are you ready miss?" Five pm had come so quickly. She just nodded and hung her head modestly and followed them to their waiting vehicle. She would have to stand in front of a judge and she was terrified that he would see right away what she truly was. Her name was called and she felt like she was naked in front of the large man who towered over her on her pedestal.

He read papers in front of him, his eyes didn't gaze at her for some time.

"Are you unwilling or unlucky?" he asked her sternly.

"Unlucky, I guess." She giggled. Then clasped a hand over her mouth. She didn't know why she had found that so funny, but it was.
"It's okay. You can laugh." The judge softened his tone. "There are many things out of our control and I believe this is true for your situation." She knew he was talking about her short, thin frame. "With that in mind, I am sentencing you to three days in a holding cell. At that time you will appear before me and you will be wed to a man of the court's choosing. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." And that was it. She was thankful that her sentence was extremely short. Much shorter than the six months she knew to be the minimum sentence. But the judge seemed understanding. Seemed to understand that men preferred amazon like women. She wondered if he would have been so lenient if he knew of the proposal she had turned down.

Behind bars, she had nothing to do but lay on a cot and stare at the ceiling. She trembled wondering what her life would be like in only a few short days. Honestly, there was nothing in her life that had ever scared her more than her impending wedding day.