Summary: When Seth Rollins confronts Y/N in the ring, Roman has none of it.
Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.
Content/Trigger Warnings: Some vague violence, and a little blood.
Trouble In the Ring
The time had come to address the rather large elephant in the room.
You stood in the center of the ring, boldly. You brought the microphone to your lips–spoke softly but firmly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I want to state a couple of things for the record. So that we can just get it out of the way, and we can move on to Wrestlemania." You heard a few "What?"s, and fought the urge to roll your eyes at the hecklers. You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm your nerves, "Item number one… I will always, always be loyal to my tribal chief, Roman Reigns." You took a couple more breaths and then ticked the notes off on your fingers. "Item number two… I will always, always be loyal to my best friend in the world, CM Punk. Just because I am loyal to both of them, does not mean I will ever, in my life, be disloyal to either of them." You switched the mic to your other hand, "So when it comes to Wrestlemania… Let's. Get. One. Thing. Perfectly. Clear…."
"BURN IT DOWN!"
You froze as the audience popped, and they immediately began singing to Seth Rollins' music.
Seth emerged from the gorilla position and strutted and danced his way to the ring, slapping hands as he went.
You glared at him as he went up the stairs and then he was in the ring, motioning to the time keeper that he wanted a mic. Once it was handed to him, his music ended, but the crowd was still singing his song. He took a few moments to bask in it, conducting his own choir.
He smirked as he made eye contact with you through his sunshades, and leered right in your face. You refused to back up, refused to give him the satisfaction.
He held up a finger, as if telling you to hold your horses, and then spun around.
"MINNEAPOLIS! WELCOME TO MONDAY! NIGHT! ROLLINS!" He turned to you again as he said, "In case y'all don't know, Y/N, let me introduce myself! I AM a visionary! I AM a revolutionary! I AM SETH. FREAKIN'. ROLLINS," he said, holding the mic out to the audience as they yelled his lines with him.
"But Minneapolis, tonight it's not about me, man. Tonight, it's about, Y/N Y/L/N!" There were a few catcalls from the men in the audience and you proceeded to glare at them.
You then looked at Seth and scowled, and said, "Why are you even here?" Even though you knew he couldn't hear you since your mic was not anywhere near your mouth.
"Y/N, you're out here talking about loyalty, man. And that's the reason I wanted to come say hi, because I want to ask you the question that's been on ALL of our minds for the past few days. Y/N, whose side are you on," he asked, pointing his finger in your face.
A "Who?" chant broke out and you could feel your face heating up.
You began to tune Seth out, but still couldn't help hearing: "Are you going to be the very best friend to CM Punk? Orrrr… Are you going to be the special council–and–" He coughed as if trying to brush over his next words. "-lover, to the OTC–your Tribal Chief?"
You gasped at the same time the audience did. And instantly realized that Seth knew about your feelings for Roman. How he found out, you had no idea, because you'd never, not once, spoken a word of them to anyone.
Not. A. Soul.
"Because I hear you out here, Y/N, right now. You're trying to convince all of us, including yourself, that you can do both, at the same time. And Y/N, it occurred to me over the past week, you're neither."
"Oh, really?" You smirked at him. "Really, Seth? After all I've done for the both of them?" You rolled your eyes then as Seth continued his tirade–speaking of how Roman Reigns actually didn't care about you at all.
That stung.
Of course, Seth didn't know what he was talking about. Roman did care about you, as a friend if nothing else. He cared or he wouldn't be so bothered by Punk cashing in on his favor in the manner that he did.
But still, what Seth was saying made you wonder.
Did Roman care about you at all?
He had left you to eat a Samoan drop from Solo, and hadn't done anything about it.
It was definitely playing with your head.
Now, you tuned Seth back in and listened as he continued.
"Y/N, CM Punk was NOT the first choice to be on Team Roman in War Games. I was."
You nodded. You had to. It was the truth. Sami Zayn had gone to Seth initially and tried to recruit him to Roman's team before you'd turned and reached out to Punk to join the team.
"Stop me when I'm telling lies, Y/N. I was." Seth paused for effect. "I was. CM Punk wasn't the first choice. He was the last choice. He was the only choice. And did he join Team Roman out of the goodness of his heart? Because he loved his best friend Y/N Y/L/N, no. It's because he knew he could use it to get a favor out of you!"
Seth paused to let those words sink in for you.
"CM Punk is NOT your best friend. CM Punk loves no one but himself. And I have to be honest with you Y/N, I gotta be honest with all you, Minneapolis… I feel bad for you Y/N Y/L/N. You are in a very difficult, unenviable position."
"You have no idea," You said softly, avoiding his eyes. "No idea."
"You're between a rock and a hard place," He went on as if you'd not spoken. "The easiest solution for all of us, for everyone involved, would be if you just removed yourself from the situation entirely, and let me and Punk, and Roman battle it out at Wrestlemania for the soul of this industry!"
Instantly, you shook your head as the crowd reacted to Seth's words, almost horrified by the notion. "I can't do that!"
"You can't? You can't do that Y/N? You can't do that, or you won't do that? I get it. You won't betray your Tribal Chief. You won't betray your best friend. I understand that. If only there was a solution, Y/N. If only there was a way… we could remove you…" His hand brushed along your shoulder as he sauntered behind you. "...From the situation."
You froze again, afraid of where this was headed.
"Y/N, it's for your own good."
"Thanks." You replied sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. "Thanks so much."
He ignored you and continued, "I would take it as a privilege to remove you from the situation, right here. Right now."
You stared at him, not comprehending what he meant.
"It'll be quick, Y/N," he said, moving in closer, seduction in his tone now. "One long… deep… kiss…" He smirked. "That would finish them off from wanting you on their side, wouldn't it?" He stepped in even closer to you and ran his fingers down the neckline of your dress, the back of his hand brushing against the skin at your collar bone. "No one's here to save you. You'd be all mine. Mine. To. Taint."
He cupped your cheek in his hand, and leaned forward preparing to kiss you right then and there as the crowds hooted in amazement.
You gaped at Seth, and didn't hesitate as your hand drew back and slapped him right across the mouth. "DON'T PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME AGAIN!" No mic was needed to hear you that time.
Seth grinned. And looked down at the canvas before looking you in the eye.
"Thank you."
With that, he latched his large hand around your throat and backed you into the ring post nearest you, and then his mouth was on yours.
You were only vaguely aware of the crowd's screams as Seth kissed you. You wouldn't remember when you stopped fighting him and began kissing him back.
It just happened. And you didn't know why. You'd always had eyes only for Roman. Where in the world was this coming from?
You heard and felt Seth's triumphant chuckle as he continued kissing you, squeezing your throat lightly in his hand.
You moaned softly and almost pulled him closer when Seth was ripped away from you.
You opened your eyes and watched helplessly as Roman suplexed Seth in the middle of the ring. Then he proceeded to turn around and began punching him over and over.
"Keep your hands off her!"
Seth looked up at him with a bloody lip and grinned. "It was more than my hands, Chief. And I think she kinda liked it!"
You gasped then as Roman growled, and he went on another spree of punches, kicks, and slaps.
"Ro- Roman," you stammered, stepping cautiously up to him. "Stop it! You've proven your point!"
Roman spun around and glared at you. "Shut up! Get out of the ring and wait for me at the ramp."
Shocked at his cold tone, you did as he said. You backed out of the ring carefully, watching as Roman hit Seth a few more times. You made your way to the ramp then, afraid to watch any more.
You glanced up and saw that Roman was leaving the ring and heading straight for you.
His hair was atypically free, and flowing out behind him as he stalked toward you. You couldn't help but ogle the picture he made. He was wearing a black tanktop and black slacks. He'd never looked better to you.
Suddenly, he was upon you and didn't even remotely hesitate to scoop you up over his shoulder and began carrying you–albeit caveman style–toward the gorilla position.
"Roman! Put me down, this instant!"
You beat on his back with your fists, not hard enough to actually hurt him, but hard enough that he knew you were serious.
Suddenly a loud smack was resounding in your ears followed by fire blooming across your backside.
"Hush, Y/N." Roman growled as he walked. Snickers and laughter could be heard throughout the area as you were carried unceremoniously through the arena. Tears burned your eyes through the humiliation. How could Roman treat you in such a way? After all you'd been through together?
He stalked down a series of hallways until you could see he had reached his dressing room. Then he opened the door, stepped inside with you still trapped over his broad shoulder, and slammed the door shut locking it in the process.
He practically stomped over to his large sofa, and none too gently, dumped you onto it. You landed on it, lying down and instantly Roman had straddled you, pinning your arms up above your head with one of his hands.
"What was that all about, Y/N?" He demanded, getting right in your face. Much like Seth had done moments before, his free hand went around your throat. "Huh?"
You didn't have to ask what he meant.
The kiss. Of course.
But what did he care? Like it or not, Seth had a point. Where was Roman when Solo hurt you? And as much as you hated to admit it…. Where was Punk? Your so-called best friend. No one had come to your rescue.
And that fact hurt.
"I don't know," you answered softly.
"What a crock," Roman growled. "What was that kiss all about, Y/N? Tell me!"
"I don't know!" You said again, more forcefully. "I'd never been kissed that way before, and it took me by surprise! That's all!"
"Kissed how?"
You looked away from his intense, black eyes, and tried to pull your wrists free from his grasp.
"No way," Roman murmured. "I've got you right where I want you. You're not going anywhere. How did he kiss you?"
"What do you care, Roman?" You finally shot back. "It's not like you cared when Solo Samoan dropped me right onto the announce table! You or Punk either one never even called to see if I was okay!"
"I was planning my return," Roman said, his voice considerably softer. "I couldn't do anything at that point or everything would have been ruined."
"So, your big return meant more to you than I did?" You asked, tears burning your eyes. One spilled from your eye and trickled down your temple to your hairline. "Tell me, why do you think that Punk abandoned me, too?"
"Because he's scum."
"And what's your excuse?"
"Maybe I'm scum too."
"Let me up, Roman."
"Not yet. I want to know what the big deal was about that kiss, first."
You sighed in exasperation. "Fine. It was the first time someone kissed me that felt like…"
"Like what?"
"Like I was beautiful. Wanted. Sexy."
Roman sighed, and stroked his thumb over your throat. "You are all of those things. All of them, you hear me?"
"Wait… What?"
"You're beautiful. I want you. And you are sexy," Roman replied, scanning your face from top to bottom. His face leaned in closer to yours and he spoke in a whisper. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to kiss you now. Kiss you till you forget who Seth Rollins even is."
With that, he closed the gap between your faces and his mouth met yours, full of confidence and passion.
His mouth moved over yours, nipping at your lips and teasing them with his own. Finally, he could no longer fight the urge to slip his tongue past your lips and fully taste you. He groaned and thrusted his tongue against yours, almost frantic in his kiss.
His lips then trailed down over your chin, to your neck. You felt a fairly hard bite at the crook of your neck and you gasped out and then moaned, arching up against him.
"Seth, who?" You thought out loud.
A chuckle reverberated in Roman's chest. "That's what I thought," His bass-pitched voice rumbled near your ear.
Then he turned serious, and stared into your eyes. "I'm sorry, baby. For everything. I should have said screw my return and came back and saved you. Or better yet, put a stop to any of the Solo business before it had a chance to escalate like it did."
You smiled softly. You'd already forgiven him. "I love you, Roman. I always have."
His eyes brightened and he returned your smile. "I love you too, Y/N. I love you too. And later tonight, when we're settled in our hotel, I'll show you just how much." He said, releasing her wrists and helping her to sit up.
"Is that a threat," you teased.
"It's a promise," he said, kissing the tip of your nose.