There was a whole lot of swear words through the entire car ride to the next town over, mainly the word "fuck" being thrown out there constantly. Roman knew he had messed up and Dean and Mickie had to listen to his questionable vocabulary all the way.
"I've never been so happy about such a short car ride," Dean said when they arrived.
"Sorry," Roman said.
"No, I get it. You're scared," Dean said.
"I'm pissed off," Roman said.
"That too but you're also scared as hell about what he might do to her," Dean said.
He turned in the front seat to look at Roman in the back seat.
"I am," Roman admitted. "Mickie?"
"What do you want me to tell you?" Mickie asked. "I've been down this road with her many times before but never once was another man involved. I honestly have no idea how he'll react."
Ysabel looked up as Bray came back and handed her a piece of paper.
"What's this?" She asked.
"Your resignation letter," he answered.
"What? I'm not quitting," she said.
"You are. Tonight will be your last night," he said
"But Bray..." She tried.
"Shut up!" He shouted. "The only reason you're still able to sit right now is because the doctor ordered that you relax for at least two weeks and it will look very weird if you're back in the hospital just one week later. But trust me, Ysabel, I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna forget about this. Tonight we're going home and you're gonna stay at home for good and become a good, little housewife and you'll take your fucking punishment without any complaints."
He crossed his arms and stared at her.
"Am I making myself clear?" He asked.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Am I making myself fucking clear?" He shouted.
"Yes!" She raised her voice.
Ysabel had barely made it into the arena for RAW that night before Mickie found her and dragged her into an empty room.
"Are you alright?" Mickie scanned her up and down.
"For now," Ysabel said. "He wants me to quit."
"What?" Mickie looked at her shocked.
"Right now," Ysabel said. "I got my resignation letter ready to be handed in. I'm leaving tonight."
"The fuck you are!" Mickie sneered.
She pulled the door open with force and marched right out of it.
"Mickie!" Ysabel called after her. "Where are you going?"
"To the one person you seem to listen just a tiny bit to!" Mickie yelled back.
"Roman," Ysabel whispered.
It hadn't taken Mickie many minutes to fill Roman in on what she knew and it was an angry Samoan that took to the ring in the opening match. He was already angry before the show but he was pissed off beyond belief now. The fire in his eyes was almost enough to make Bray seem a bit scared when he came out to face him.
"Are we good?" Bray whispered.
"No," Roman whispered back. "But I'm a professional in the ring."
Bray nodded. He just had to trust that Roman could do his job, just like Roman had to trust that Bray could do his job. The woman between them couldn't enter their minds. Only problem was that she had never left Roman's to begin with.
The match started as it was supposed to. They beat the shit out of each other or at least made it look that way. Roman knew he only had one shot if he needed to make it look like an accident. He tossed Bray through the ropes and Bray stumbled towards the announcement table. He leaned over it to catch his breath.
It wasn't supposed to happen but no one knew that. It would be word against word afterwards. Roman was supposed to stay in the ring and wait for Bray to come back up. Bray never saw it coming. Roman came flying in from the side with a drive by, his feet leaving the floor a bit too close to Bray with the result that he kicked him straight in the head as hard as he could. He landed on the commentator table and looked at Bray that went down. He could only hope he had hit Bray hard enough.
At first the referee came running in to take Bray's hand to make sure he was okay. When Bray didn't squeeze the referee's hand, he stood up and crossed his arms. A doctor came running in to check on Bray but the man was clearly knocked out cold. The match was stopped and Roman walked away with a proud look on his face.
He had barely made it away from the fans before he took off running. He knew she was outside. Mickie had sent him a text just before he had entered the arena for his match, telling him that Ysabel had indeed handed in the resignation letter and was outside since Vince had asked her to pack her things and leave straight away. He ran outside and found her sitting up against a wall while crying. Mickie wasn't there anymore but he knew she was having a match soon and had to be inside warming up.
"Ysabel," he sank down next to her and pulled her into his arms.
"It's not fair, Roman. I never wanted this," she cried.
"Hey, no more tears," he said. "Come with me right now."
"Where to?" She asked.
She finally noticed how sweaty he was and that he was still in his gear.
"That's right, you were opening with Bray. Shit, that means he's in there looking for me," she said.
"No, he's not," he smirked. "I knocked him out cold."
"You what?" She asked.
"Accidents happen," he shrugged.
"It wasn't an accident, was it?" She asked.
"No one can prove otherwise," he said. "But you're missing the point. He's out cold right now but I don't know when he'll wake up. They'll take him to the hospital and keep him over night so now is your chance. Just fucking take it with me. I know you're scared but work through that fear and come with me."
He stood up and held a hand down towards her. She looked at it but they got interrupted when an ambulance drove in. The door close to them opened and Bray was being rolled out on a stretcher. It was clear he was still far gone. Roman watched the man being put into the ambulance and suddenly felt her hand in his. He looked down and watched how she was shaking but still managed to put on a little, brave smile. He pulled her up from the ground and into his arms.
"Let me just go grab my things and we'll get the fuck out of here," he said.
They had gone to her hotel room first. Even though he knew WWE would never allow Bray to leave the hospital until next morning, she was still scared he would make it back before she had gotten her things. She packed as fast as a lightning and moved towards the door where he stood.
"Wait," she said. "One more thing."
She took off the ring and left it on the table in the room where Bray would find it. The message couldn't be more clear and Roman smiled widely.
"Let's go," he said.
They went to his room afterwards where he took the fastest shower in his life and finally got into some clean clothes. They found themselves on the road right after and he couldn't help but feel blessed that she was in the car with him.
"This is happening way too soon," she said.
"I know but sometimes it's called for," he said.
"You're gonna end up hating me once you get to know me," she said.
"I doubt that. Maybe you'll be the one hating me," he said.
"I could never hate you," she said.
"We'll take it one day at the time. If it doesn't work out, then it doesn't work out. I'll never kick you out though. I'll help you find your own place but I doubt that will ever happen. I got a good feeling when it comes to us," he said. "And I'll make damn sure you're never gonna see him again."
She turned her head to look at him. He looked so confident in his own words.
"How?" She asked.
"I'm Vince's boy," he grinned. "I'll talk to him and demand not only that he gives you your job back but also that he moves Bray to SmackDown. I gotta tell him what's been going on to make him do it but I know he'll come through for us."
"That's... That's..." She stuttered.
"No need to thank me. I'll also demand you don't work PPVs where he's set to be. As I said, you're never gonna see him again," he said.
She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over to hug him as much as she dared while he was still driving. She placed a kiss on his cheek before falling back in her own seat.
"I can't believe you're willing to go that far for me," she said.
"I'm willing to go to the end of the world for you," he said.
He reached a hand over and let it run up and down on her thigh.
"And if you continue looking as cute as you do right now, I have to pull over soon," he smirked.
"How far until we're home?" She smirked back.
"An hour and a half," he squeezed her thigh. "And then your ass is mine."
He smiled as he pulled away from the freeway and into a rest stop with a cafeteria.
"Why are we stopping?" She asked.
"Coffee," he answered. "I need us both to be awake when we return home and I've heard they sell tiramisu latte here."
"Could you be more perfect right now?" She smiled.