Roman laid you down carefully on the couch. He retreated briefly to the mini fridge and got out an ice compress. "Lift up your shirt."

Your eyes widened for a moment. Your training gear was usually sweats or running pants and a long tank top, covering as much skin as you could in order to protest being a sex object. None of the superstars had ever so much as seen you in a crop top, even outside of work. You kept your body to yourself, a little of it being that you weren't exactly in shape like the other Divas. You still had some working out to do to gain abdominal muscles that you never really had before. With Roman's perfect body standing in front of you if was a little embarrassing for him to see you like that.

"Hey, c'mon. It's nothing weird. I need to see the damage."

His calm voice coaxed you into lifting your tank top up towards your breast, exposing your now bruised stomach for him to see.

"Shit," he exhaled. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be." you responded. "I'm an athlete, just like you. I get hurt. It's normal. I've got to get used to the bumps and brusies."

Roman sighed and set the ice pack across your lower ribs. "Not only because of the fact that they kicked you out the training ring for a few days, you're going to need it to heal up. I did a serious number on you. Relax, ok? You can stay in my bus until you're healed."

"We have medics for that. I don't need you to watch over me."

"Oh, but i do. I know if I leave you alone, you'll just head back up to the ring and hurt yourself even more, then you'll never debut."

He had a point and you hated to admit it. You would just get back up the next day, no matter how sore you were and try to kick ass again. With a shallow sigh you agreed to have him watch over you.

"Good. I'm going to go get your things from the Diva's bus. I'll be back and for fuck's sake, don't move."

You nodded and watched as his tanned body stomped out of the bus in his heavy boots. But almost right after you heard the boots return again, only softer.

"Roman?"

"No, it's me Colby...or Seth I guess. You might not be used to everyone's real names yet. It can get a little confusing especially when we call each other by our real names and stage names."

You looked up at the brunette with the blond in his hair and smiled. "You're Roman's partner, right? Rollins?"

He chucked. "Yeah Seth Rollins, Colby Lopez. Whatever you want to call me. What's your name?"

You told him your real name and also what you thought your ring name should be.

"Interesting. I can't wait to see you debut. But how are you feeling? We couldn't believe Roman actually tackled you like that."

"I asked him to, no one should blame him or think he's a bad guy for it. I want to be treated as an equal. I want to fight with the guys and prove that the Diva's division needs to be turned around." You said.

Seth nodded. "I hear you on that one. I liked seeing the way the girls used to fight back in the day. It was awesome. But then they got caught up in love storylines and dancing, being cheerleaders. You notice almost every girls entrance involves dancing or skipping?"

"Trust me, i noticed. or stripping of some sort. People don't pay attention to our matches anymore. They see a pretty girl and that's good for a few minutes but as soon as they start fighting or talking no one gives a shit. I've got a lot of dreams and a lot of plans for this company."

"Heh, that's great. But you can't do it with broken ribs, can you?" he gently poked the bag of ice and chuckled.

"By the way," you said. "Someone needs a touch up. I can see your roots creeping in."

"Oh this?" he raised a hand to the blonde half of his hair. "i don't really give it much thought."

"I can tell. Let me fix it for you. Cut those split ends, make you look presentable."

"You do hair?" he questioned.

"My mom was a hair stylist. I paid attention. Next pit stop we make in a big town, find a beauty supply place and get some real bleach. I'll hook you up."

Seth smiled. "Alright then, I'll hold you to it."

Roman returned then, carrying the large duffle bag filled with your clothes. "Do you have a dead body in this bag? Like what the fuck is in it?!"

You rolled your eyes and scoffed."Everything I have for these trips are in there. Clothes, makeup, ring gear."

"Make up?" Seth exclaimed. "I've never seen you wear make-up before."

"That's because it's not fucking practical to go work out with a full face on if you're just gonna sweat it off. GLitter eyeliner dripping in your eyeball is not fun!I only do my make up for special occasions" you replied.

"Like dates?" Seth wiggled his eyebrows, showing that he was becoming a little bit more interested in you.

If you could turn over you would, to hide the embarrassment creeping into your face. "i haven't been on a date in a long time."

"Neither have us. We've been working so hard we barely have time to kick it with anyone. Don't feel bad." Roman said.

You heard a zipper being pulled back and looked over at Roman. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Looking for something for you to change out of. When we get to the hotel you're going to need a soak to relieve some of the pain. What are you most comfortable in?"

"I think i can pick out my own damn clothes! i don't need you going threw my shit!"

"Relax i just want to take care of you. You need to let me do all the work" he replied. "What the-"

What he pulled out next made your entire body go rigid. A part of you wanted to die while the other half could see your fist smashing into that pretty face of his.

"Holy shit! What do you need handcuffs for, girl?!" Seth laughed. He grabbed a hold of the metal cuffs and linked one side around his wrist. "You got some freaky fetish or something?"

"It's not freaky!" you exclaimed. "It's also none of your goddamn business what I like!"

"Oh wait, wait. What about these?" Roman pulled out a pair of green lace boy shorts you had stashed way at the bottom of the bag.

"Hot damn!These are so sexy!" Seth's face light up with more enjoyment than you would have liked. It was like Christmas for him or something. They must really be desperate on the road...

"If I could fucking move i'd kill you both. I swear, I'll get back at you Reigns. Don't touch my shit anymore."

"Aww c'mon, i still haven't found you something comfortable to wear! But i did find this!...What the fuck is that? How does this work?"

You snatched away your favorite vibrator from his meaty hands, not caring about hurting your ribs further. "I said stop it!" Your voice was a high shriek, your entire face bright red.

"But how does that work! Why is it shaped all weird and curved?" Seth joined in on the taunting questions.

"It's none of your business! Leave me alone and don't talk to me until we get to the hotel! I don't want to hear anything from you two!"

The pair of men laughed loudly, the horrid sound ringing in your reddened ears. You needed to get away from them, but the hotel was hours away. You were stuck in a bus with people who had just seen your most personal belongings. But then again...how bad could it be to be stuck with Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns?