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cozyaliensuperstar7 · 7 months

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Remember when Roman used to post workout videos

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Our Tribal Chief Roman Reigns

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lazarettta · 2 years

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Bad Idea

Summary: Sasha is having a terrible night and she might be single again, but Charlotte is there to make all her troubles go away...or maybe just add onto them.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Minors DNI. GP warning, pure smut, liquor is involved, consensual explicit sex scenes. Bayley is also an asshole here (sorry)

Sasha was upset, not she was pissed. Beyond pissed off. This was the first leg of the WWE's European tour and things were already starting off rocky, at least as far as she and Bayley went. This was supposed to be the best time of Sasha's life...she was at the prime of her career and she was the Smackdown women's champion having beaten Alexa within an inch of her life for it...and that was two hundred days ago today. It wasn't as if Sasha hadn't been the champion before but this has been her longest reign to date and she couldn't be happier and more grateful for her fans and WWE management for believing in her long enough to give her a chance to prove them wrong.

So, of course, Sasha celebrating with the WWE universe should've been the best thing ever since she was scheduled to close the show and Sasha brought her best friend, and her lover, out to celebrate with her. To thank the universe for their love and support but she couldn't even do that in peace.

Everyone had to come out and interrupt her and Bayley...Bayley couldn't have been bothered to help her out, instead she just threw Sasha under the bus. In front of the entire world and Sasha couldn't do anything but look confident and accept the open challenge that Bayley issued.

Bayley followed Sasha into the locker room, rolling her eyes when she saw Sasha had already dressed in her street clothes and she was angrily packing away her things. “Sasha, come on...don't tell me you're still mad?”

Sasha scoffed, ignoring Bayley as she continued to zip up her suitcase. Bayley, not wanting to be ignore came up behind Sasha and grabbed her arm, forcing her to turn around and face her, “How could you do that to me, Bayley!”

“Do what? Sasha,” Bayley shook her head, combing her fingers through her short dark hair, “If you didn't want to do it, you should've just said no!”

Sasha huffed loudly and tossed her Smackdown championship belt down on the ground. And Bayley knew that she was in for it and she instantly regretted coming to find Sasha.

Charlotte was on her way to the parking lot, she hated being a straggler when leaving the arena—it meant less traffic but it was still a little eerie for her. Becky had left ahead of her, going to dinner with her boyfriend Seth, or boy toy, Charlotte wasn't sure what he was besides annoying. Charlotte's meeting with creative ran a little late, but ever since she and Becky became the tag team champions they were finding themselves in a good position to keep the championship titles alive and interesting on all three WWE brands, especially on this tour. But creative wasn't having a majority of their ideas and ideally wasted a lot of Charlotte's time.

As Charlotte was passing one of the locker rooms, she could hear voices—loud voices and she frowned, completely unaware that anyone was still here. She was about to continue on and mind her own business but she stopped again, right outside of the door. She recognized those voices, Sasha and Bayley. Charlotte, despite herself, leaned in a little closer to hear what was being said.

“Sasha, I'm talking to you! Where are you going?!”

“I'm going to the hotel, Bayley, and I'm getting my own room because I can't stand to look at you right now!”

“Are you serious right now?” Bayley responded, laughing with disbelief, “Can you just get your head out of your ass for one second?! The world doesn't revolve around you, Sasha! I'm here too!”

“Are you?!” Sasha screamed, and Charlotte jerked slightly when she heard something crash against the lockers and there was yelp, “I've always been there for you Bayley, I've always had your back, I've always put you first, Bayley! Why can't you just do that for me? Just this once?! Instead of throwing me to the wolves and forcing me to put my title on the line. Do you even want me to be the champion!?”

The room was quiet and Charlotte could hear shuffling, “Don't worry about getting another hotel room, Sasha, I'll room with Carmella.”

Sasha scoffed loudly, and Charlotte could tell that was crying—she could always tell when Sasha was crying, “What? Oh, I see, you're fucking her too now?”

“I would rather be! At least she'd be grateful instead of a selfish psycho!” Bayley shot back, but immediately followed up with a soft, “Sasha—”

“Screw you, Bayley. No, you're right...we aren't official anyway. Right? Isn't that what you always tell me when you don't come home at night?”

“Jesus, can you stop being a bitch for one second and—stop throwing shit at me!”

“I will never be enough for you, Bayley, will I?”

“No—Sasha, wait!”

Charlotte backed away from the door and adjusted her duffel bag over her shoulder just as the door swung open and Sasha stormed out, slamming it behind her and practically ran into Charlotte.

“What the fuck...oh it's just you...” Sasha quickly wiped away her tears, not wanting Charlotte to see her crying or distressed.

“Yeah, it's just me...you okay?”

Sasha rolled her eyes, they were friends, but it was only until recently that they were able to see each other a lot more than before since leaving NXT all those years ago. But that was just that. The past...they haven't been friends for years now, and Sasha wasn't looking for a shoulder to cry on tonight. She just wanted to get the hell out of this arena and away from Bayley altogether.

“I'm fine, excuse me.”

Charlotte moved aside to allow Sasha to walk further down the hallway and away from the locker room that Bayley was still in—because truth be told, Charlotte didn't want to see the other woman either. Not after what she just heard...Charlotte wasn't in the mood to get arrested tonight either. “You don't look like you're fine, Sasha, you're crying.”

“Jesus,” Sasha chuckled but she sounded tired and annoyed, “I'm fine, Charlotte. You can go away now. It's not like you really care anyway, so why don't you go back to minding your own business and I'll do the same.”

“No can do, Banks, we're friends remember? I'm not gonna leave you alone, not after what I just heard.”

Sasha stopped cold in her tracks, they were standing out in the parking garage now, “Were...you heard all of that?”

“Yeah,” Charlotte winced, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly, “I didn't mean to eavesdrop...but you two were kinda loud. You deserve better than that, Sasha. A lot better.”

“Yeah, I know but that's my problem, not yours.” Sasha rolled her eyes, shaking her head and continuing towards her rental...before she realized that Bayley drove them to the arena today and that Bayley still had the keys. No wonder she didn't come chasing after her...she knew this the entire time. “Shit.”

Charlotte, seemingly reading her mind, raised an eyebrow, “Need a lift Banks?” when all she got was a glare in return, Charlotte sighed and shrugged, “Listen, you've clearly had a rough night...and so have I, misery loves company and all that. It's just a ride, okay? But if you wanna room with me...you can, I have liquor...and my bed's more comfortable.”

Sasha blinked at this, looking back over her shoulder towards the arena double doors fully expecting Bayley to come out but nothing—it was like Bayley was either waiting for her to come back for those damn keys or content to take her time and make her wait outside. Wouldn't be the first time for either.

Sasha looked back at Charlotte, “What kind of liquor?”

Charlotte's smirk widened, and she unlocked her rental that was a few spaces away.

Two hours later...

Sasha had no idea why she was giggling but she was feeling good and completely free of worry. For the past couple of hours she’s been hanging out with Charlotte Flair, of all the people, in the woman’s hotel room and having the time of her life.

Or at least with the help of alcohol and Sasha did trust the comforting quiet presence of Charlotte who was sitting in a chair a few feet away from Sasha. Right next to the table where there were a few travel shot glasses scattered around the table with some spilled salt here and there along with some roughly cut lime wedges.

Sasha had no idea what sort of music was playing but it was some pop and R&B. It fit her mood perfectly, it wasn’t too upbeat but it wasn’t too slow and sad either. But Sasha was just content to vibe and sway to the beat with her head tilted back towards the ceiling. Riding out the euphoric waves.

Charlotte took another sip of her beer, not caring that it wasn’t as cold as it was twenty minutes ago. She’d been holding onto the bottle rather tightly and she was sure the heat radiating from her hand had something to do with it. But Charlotte couldn’t help it. She’d been too busy sitting there watching Sasha sway to the music for the past thirty minutes and she couldn’t stop thinking about what Bayley told Sasha earlier whether it was in the heat of the moment or not. The truth always came out when one was angry enough.

Charlotte still couldn’t comprehend, drunk or sober, how Bayley could run to Carmella when she had such a gem like Sasha. Obviously Bayley didn’t know what to do with this apparent ‘selfish psycho’.

Granted Charlotte and Sasha weren't as close as they used to be four years ago, but she knew one thing and that was Sasha's snarky mouth that wrote checks faster than she could cash them but Charlotte knew how to fix that real quick.

All she needed was something to 'chew' on...Charlotte smirked slightly, feeling herself stirring in her jeans at the thought.

Buzz...buzz...buzz...Charlotte set her beer aside and pulled the phone out of her pocket, confused for a second before she realized that it was actually Sasha’s phone and that Bayley was calling her. Charlotte contemplated telling Sasha but she thought better of it. So she just sent it straight to voicemail and set it aside. Charlotte had better things to do. It was probably a bad idea...but those urges she felt back on NXT came rushing back to her and there was no time better like the present.

“Sasha.”

“Hmm?” Sasha picked her head up and twirled around with surprisingly good balance, “Yeah?”

Charlotte held up the half empty tequila bottle, “Shots?”

Sasha shivered and bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning when she felt Charlotte’s tongue dip into her belly button for the last drops of the tequila. Charlotte dragged her tongue further up Sasha’s tongue stomach before crawling up to take the lime from Sasha’s mouth with her own.

“Mmmm,” Charlotte purred, their mingled breath reeking of tequila. Charlotte took the lime out of her mouth and tossed it aside somewhere, “Damn girl, you taste good.”

Sasha snorted, rolling her eyes but she didn’t bother to pull her shirt back down or to move from beneath the bigger woman, “Charlotte?”

“Yeah?” Charlotte stared down at Sasha with surprising intensity for someone who was mixing beer and tequila.

“Thanks...for being my friend tonight.”

“I never stopped being your friend, baby girl.”

Sasha bit her bottom lip again, her body reacting strongly to Charlotte’s endearing term and her overall closeness. Charlotte was a powerfully built woman, more built than Bayley and Sasha was liking those bulking biceps and she liked the way Charlotte was filling out her red work out shirt. Sasha tentatively reached out to rub her hands down the front of Charlotte’s shirt, over her abs.

“Be careful, Sasha…” Charlotte mumbled, feeling herself getting hard again, biting back a soft groan, “Don’t start something you're ready for.”

“You were right earlier…”

“Hmm...about what?”

“Your bed is better than mine.”

Charlotte slid a calloused hand over Sasha’s toned and slick midsection until the tips of her fingers reached the valley between her breasts where her bra should’ve been,“Sasha…”

“Please?” A lone tear rolled down Sasha’s face and Charlotte continued to stare down at her, eyes unreadable, and it was making Sasha tremble with nerves, “I-I just...I just need--”

Quick as a snake, Charlotte’s mouth was over Sasha’s cutting off whatever it was that she was trying to say. Charlotte’s tongue brushed over Sasha’s briefly before she pulled back, “Don’t ever beg for something you deserve.”

Sasha pushed herself against Charlotte and kissed her again, and she could feel Charlotte’s response as she kissed back just as passionately if not a little sloppily. Charlotte’s erection was not as easy to hide anymore now that she was shamelessly pressing herself against Sasha’s hip.

Charlotte’s hand was now beneath Sasha’s bunched up shirt, massaging one of Sasha’s breasts, rolling a hard nipple between those strong fingers and pulling on it briefly. “Unh.” Sasha groaned in Charlotte’s mouth, turning her head breaking their kiss and she could feel Charlotte’s hot breath on her neck. Sasha got goosebumps when Charlotte bit down on her exposed neck, sucking and licking and Sasha was too far gone to care about the hickey that would be there in the morning.

Suddenly Charlotte was moving away from her and before Sasha could complain, Charlotte was already standing up and tossing her shirt aside. She stood above Sasha in just a sports bra and she was undoing her jeans, and god damn Sasha would have come right then and there with the sight and how hungrily Charlotte was looking at her.

Sasha quickly and clumsily pushed down her own tights, and took off her top that was more or less ruined by tequila and lime juice they'd been playing around with earlier. Now naked except for the panties with the cute little bow on them had Charlotte smirking, those panties were cute. As well as fitting. Because Sasha was a present after all. A present all for her.

Buzz...Buzz...Buzz…

Sasha frowned and sat up a little looking at her phone that had been tossed next to her...then at Charlotte who had just dropped her pants around her ankles, but Sasha’s eyes were drawn to Charlotte’s erection that was trying to tear it’s way through her briefs.

Oh my fucking god...where the fuck is that thing going?!

“Ignore it.” Charlotte climbed back on the bed between Sasha spread thighs, following Sasha as she tried to situate herself further back on the pillows and laughed breathlessly, her eyes dancing wildly with excitement, “Stop running, Banks. C’mere, bring that ass here.”

Charlotte reached between them, pulling herself from her briefs, she normally liked to tease and take her time but goddamn it, she finally had her hands on Sasha. And Charlotte could feel how soaking wet Sasha was already, she didn’t need any preparation. Sasha reached up and pinched Charlotte's pebbled nipples, giggling slightly when the older woman grunted and shivered above her. “It's not nice to tease, baby girl...”

“Do something about it.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Sasha,” Charlotte pushed Sasha's panties aside and entered her smoothly though she nearly came on the spot. Charlotte moaned long and loudly, drowning out Sasha’s moaning beneath her. She was tight, oh she was tight, and deliciously wet. Bayley clearly wasn’t fucking Sasha right.

Charlotte set a pace that immediately had the bed rocking against the wall, and Sasha could do nothing but cry loudly and wrap her arms around those broad shoulders and she couldn’t keep her hands still. They were all over Charlotte’s strong back, those sculpted arms, and that strong neck. Charlotte winced every time, knowing that Sasha’s nails were leaving thing red marks but she didn’t give a shit.

One of her hands reached between their bodies, and began rubbing around her sensitive clit with her thumb. Charlotte felt Sasha tightening around her and getting wetter, gushing around her cock. Sasha was cumming and she was letting the entire hotel know it. Charlotte didn't dare stop as Sasha withered beneath her.

“Yes, yes! Oh god, Charlotte! Oh god,oh shit...ugh!” Sasha gasped sharply, holding onto Charlotte’s shoulders for dear life as she came again, her nails nearly breaking skin and Charlotte couldn’t hold back any longer. Charlotte’s hands clenched at the white sheets on either side of Sasha’s head tightly as she came deep inside of her, her hips stuttering and losing their rhythm.

“Goddamn...”

Sasha was still breathing hard with her eyes closed when Charlotte finally peeled herself off of her and gently eased out of her, but she was still far from done. Charlotte loved how wrecked Sasha looked and no doubt felt as well. She wanted Sasha to remember this for a very long time, and she wanted Sasha to know that there was better out there than fucking Bayley. She wanted Sasha to come back to her.

Charlotte moved down the bed until she was settled between Sasha's legs again. Sasha was wet and swollen—ripe just for her. Charlotte dove in and started to lick Sasha with broad strokes of her tongue.

“Oh my fucking god.” Sasha groaned, biting her index knuckle as she looked down at Charlotte meeting her dark eyes, “Yes, yes...please keep going…”

Charlotte had no intention of stopping. She stimulated Sasha with her tongue, making an absolute mess of her before sucking on her clit softly. Sasha cried, bucking under her and Charlotte held onto her thighs to keep her in place. Sasha came hard only for Charlotte to change tactics. Charlotte pushed her tongue into Sasha making her come again until she was weakly pushing her head away.

Charlotte sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand then licked it, and Sasha twitched slightly—still feeling the aftershocks, “Hands and knees, gimme that ass baby girl.”

“Fuck...Charlotte...”

“Hands and knees, baby, c'mon, one more for me.”

Sasha moved to her front side slowly, her legs refusing to cooperate with her and Charlotte helped her out, pulling Sasha to her hands and knees. Before Charlotte could make her move, she saw Sasha’s phone light up again and she snatched the thing off the bed before Sasha could notice. This time...Charlotte didn’t send it to voicemail. With a smirk, Charlotte set it back down just as quickly as she picked it up.

Charlotte grabbed Sasha’s hips, not giving her time before pushing her herself back into that waiting pussy that was begging for Charlotte to take her again. Sasha cried out loudly, pulling a pillow closer to her and hugging it tightly as Charlotte gave it to her her harder and deeper. Her strokes were long and fast, and Sasha felt like she died and gone to heaven.

“Oh my god...fuck you're so tight, baby girl,” Charlotte said through clenched teeth. She slapped Sasha’s ass, over and over, making it sting and Sasha was loving every minute of it. She felt Charlotte harden even more inside of her as she was being spanked and fucked. Sasha was squeezing Charlotte uncontrollably. Charlotte half groaned, half grunted through clenched teeth as she folded over Sasha and for the second time this night, she claimed Sasha as hers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Charlotte chanted like a mantra until she could finally relax and leg Sasha go. They finally collapsed back onto the bed together, exhausted and out of breath. Both women were totally spent but Sasha was already fast asleep, if her soft snoring was anything to go by. Charlotte gave herself a mental pat on the back. Before she mustered up the last bit of energy to collect Sasha’s phone. Charlotte was surprised to see the call still going and laughed breathlessly as she held it up to her ear.

“She’s mine.” Click.

The next morning, Sasha was still fast asleep in bed though she did get up earlier to take a shower with Charlotte which led to another round of sex. Though it was slower and a lot more gentle than it was the night before. The room was still a mess and reeked of sex but Charlotte cleaned it up a little bit and moved them to the cleaner bed to get a decent night's sleep.

Charlotte pulled on a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, planning on going out to get some breakfast and coffee. She figured Sasha would want to talk when she eventually woke up. Charlotte grabbed her room key-card before she quietly exited the room. Though she stopped short when she saw who was waiting out in the hallway with company.

“Where the fuck is she?!” Bayley growled, advancing on Charlotte (who didn’t move an inch) but Dana kept a tight hold on Bayley—not wanting a brawl to start.

“Fast asleep. And no, I won’t wake her up. She had a...long night.” Charlotte smirked, leaning back against the door frame with her arms folded over her chest.

“Charlotte,” Naomi laughed humorlessly, shaking her head, “Stop playin’ games already, just wake Sasha up and—”

“I thought you were out fucking Carmella now, Bayley.”

“What!” Bayley blinked owlishly, while Naomi and Dana shared confused looks. Wondering what fresh hell drama they were dragged into, “Where did you even-”

“I overheard you and Sasha last night. Sasha ran into me in the hallway after and I brought her here, and we had ourselves a two woman party that ended with a bang.”

“Bayley? What the hell is she talking about? I thought you said—”

Bayley snatched away from Dana and pointed a finger at Charlotte, “She'll never be yours.”

Charlotte pushed off the door and was now standing chest to chest with Bayley, looking down her nose at her.

“Oh she’ll always be mine, Bayley. You see last night, as you heard, after you tossed her aside like garbage? I gave her everything she deserved. I put her through her paces, I showed her what real worship was...over, and over, and over. This morning too. I staked my claim, Bayley. You were so eager to get rid of her, not knowing...how fast someone like me could scoop her up. I won’t make that mistake. She got away once, not this time.”

“Uh I think that’s enough-” Dana tried to interrupt, nervously—unsure of what was happening, but she wanted no part of the Four Horsewoman's drama.

Bayley scoffed, “She’s psychotic and selfish and—”

“All princesses are. Instead of putting her down, you should’ve worshiped her and elevated her to a Queen. You should’ve been her king.” Charlotte rolled her neck slightly and stepped back, “I’m gonna be the King to her Queen now. Since you were too weak to do it.”

Just then the door behind them opened and everyone turned to see Sasha standing there with her blue hair wild all over her head and she still looked asleep wearing one of Charlotte’s sweaters that was long on her, thankfully. Charlotte was sure she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it either.

“Sasha!” Bayley sighed with relief, moving forward but stopped short for two reasons. Sasha flinched and stepped back and Charlotte Flair was blocking her way like a big ass linebacker. “Sasha, baby? Sasha look I’m sorry about last night okay, I didn’t mean anything I said baby, I love you. Please come with me Sasha, so we can talk this out but don’t do this. Not with her, please not with her. We can be exclusive or whatever it is that you want, Sasha, I promise!”

“Aye,there a problem here?”

Everyone looked over and saw Becky coming out the room next to Charlotte’s, “Because if there is, we can make this a fair fight.”

Sasha reached out and grabbed the back of Charlotte’s hoodie, pulling her back and Charlotte let her. Sasha moved until she was standing in front of Charlotte completely, her tired eyes solely focused on Bayley. She didn’t want to ignore Naomi and Dana but it was clear whose side they were on. Like always. They were never her friends, but Bayley's. Sasha tried not to let that sting too much.

“Whatever we had, Bayley, it was over a long time ago, Bayley. Have fun with Carmella.” Sasha closed the door soundly in their faces and Becky looked at the three with her arms crossed.

“I think it’s time for ya to go, Bayley.”

Bayley scoffed, pushing away Naomi’s restraining hand, “I’m not going anywhere without Sasha!”

Becky laughed, unsure of what the hell was going on but she had Charlotte, and Sasha's, backs. “Trust me, lass, after what I heard last night comin’ out that room? She ain’t yer anything anymore. She’s Charlie’s...and ya ain’t getting her back. Best ya go do what Sasha said and have fun with Carmella. Karma's a bitch, ain't she?"

FIN

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All signs seem to be pointing to the main event of WrestleMania 39 being Roman Reigns defending at least one of his world titles, on at least one night against The Great One himself: The Rock. Man I picked a good fucking year to finally grow a pair of balls and book a trip to America to watch Mania live didn't I? As far as main events go this will be a good one to brag about having been there to see it live. A see a lot of people debating whether this should be the main event, arguing that Cody Rhodes is more deserving of the main event shot against Reigns. The beauty of WrestleMania being a two night event now is that if WWE wanted to they could literally do both matches which is personally what I think they should do. I want to see Reigns overtake Hulk Hogan to become the third longest reigning champion in WWE history and for this to happen he will need to hold onto the Universal Title for two more years. What I would do is have Cody win the Rumble then have The Rock return and declare that he wants to face Reigns for both titles at Mania. Cody and Rock face each other at Elimination Chamber for the right to face Reigns, that match ends in a draw or in some sort of controversial fashion and so it's determined that Cody will face Roman for the WWE title on Night One and The Rock will face him for the Universal title on Night Two. I'd have Cody win the WWE title and Roman retain the Universal title so that this reign can continue. Although this would be my dream scenario I'm not really all that bothered because as soon as I step foot in the SoFi stadium I will be able to cross Mania off my bucket list so even if it is the worst WrestleMania ever (Which it won't be because WrestleMania 4 will always be the worst WrestleMania ever) it won't matter because I've still accomplished one of my dreams.

Speaking of wrestling I watched a clip of Claudio Castagnoli attempting to cut a promo on the latest episode of Rampage...yeah it wasn't good. This guy is a fucking incredible wrestler but he should not talk. There are some wrestlers who just should not talk. Goldberg shouldn't talk, Batista shouldn't have talked. It's just not their strong suit. Claudio's strong suit is that he's an incredible in-ring performer so they should focus on that and give him someone else to talk for him. The storylines in AEW have been a noticeable step down over the last few months mainly because I suspect Tony Khan doesn't have things mapped out (or did have them mapped out but now half the roster have concussions he can't use them). Personally what I would do if I were Tony Khan (other than buy the Welsh village of Portmeirion then have a bunch of helicopters fly the entire village to somewhere hot and then live there) is take each December off and use the month to map out the following year of storylines the way he clearly did before AEW launched. Also after coming up with the layout for each week's weekly show I would give each of the veterans on the payroll a segment or a match fro that weeks show and ask them for feedback or ideas for improvement. The AEW roster has a shitload of veteran talent that I believe Tony simply isn't using properly. Chris Jericho, Sting, Christian Cage, Matt Hardy, Paul White, Mark Henry, Jeff Jarrett the list goes on. Why not give each of these guys a segment from each weeks show to look over and offer constructive criticism on? And now that it looks like William Regal is out the door why not have Mark Henry be Claudio's new mouthpiece as Henry is a gripping dynamic promo and should be able to get the audience hyped up for his matches.

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WWE Crown Jewel 2022 predictions: A possible Roman Reigns-Logan Paul twist

Roman Reigns gives off the feeling he’s insulted that he has to wrestle Logan Paul. The Undisputed WWE Universal champion is coming up on three years without being pinned and has one of the longest world title reigns ever. Paul will be having just his third professional wrestling match — second singles — when the two step into the ring at Crown Jewel in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia on Saturday afternoon…

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cozyaliensuperstar2 · 1 year

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Our Tribal Chief and Greatest Undisputed WWE Universal Champion Roman Reigns 👑🇼🇸☝🏾🤙🏾🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺

The Greatest ☝🏾

#roman reigns #the tribal chief #undisputed wwe universal champion #longest reigning universal champion ever #greatest universal champion ever #958+ days and counting...#377+ days and counting...#the greatest

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kym-vampire47 · 1 year

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I posted 369 times in 2022

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Although I’m very late in posting this, I wanted it on my blog & on your feed😁

You’re welcome

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This is SUCH wedding aesthetic

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fileana2 · 2 years

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The longest reigning Universal Champion. Ever.

RomanReigns continues to make history...

#roman reigns #wwe #joe anoa'i #romanreigns #wwe smackdown #roman empire

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retro-rezz-the-est · 2 years

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The fact that Roman is now the longest reigning Universal Champion ever is great but right now I'm losing my mind at how he's a 2 time UNDEFEATED champion. He's been universal champion twice now and he legit never lost it the first time. He had to vacate it. You know, by Sami Zayn logic, that would make it one continuous reign which, you know, I'll give it to him!

roman reigns is the gigachamp. ain't nobody takin his spot at the top. not now, not ever.

#my inbox has been filled #shanie-the-toyaddict

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ahelpfulpeach · 4 years

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catradora + 18?

ALRIGHTY! the prompt was “That’s kinda hot.” I took ever so slight liberties with the phrasing but it still applies. This was fun, another modern AU thing because apparently these prompts just keep lending themselves to that in my head. The majority of it is under the cut because apparently I can’t just write drabbles.

Uhhhh context! It’s pretty well spelled out within, but Adora and Catra are roommates, both in grad programs at the local university. They found each other on a forum for the school for folks looking for roommates, and have been living together for not quite 2 months. They didn’t know each other before that. This is not connected to the other roommate au thing.

Another whooping cheer goes up from the table beside her, and Catra rolls her eyes. She’s getting bored. A quick glance at her phone confirms what she already knows: no new messages. Apparently people have better things to do than listen to her groan about her latest project over drinks. If she’s totally honest, she has better things to do, like actually work on that project. But it’s been a long week, the landlord still hasn’t sent anyone to fix the dishwasher, and damn it all, Catra wants to have something bordering on fun for a change.

So she sits, and she watches the group beside her have an arm wrestling tournament. They’d started off just fucking around, but apparently at some point, someone put money on it. Now it’s a sort of rotating circuit as other bar patrons (nearly all of whom are from the university), try their hand at it, lured by the idea of a quick buck. Catra almost considers it before a familiar figure wanders over.

Adora, her roommate, is all smiles as she greets someone at the table. She’s not really dressed for a night out, but Catra’s not totally convinced she has “going out” clothes. Since Adora moved in, Catra’s pretty much only ever seen her in loose fitting flannels and baggy hoodies like to one she’s got on now. Which kinda fits, she supposes—understated and comfortable.

So it’s just a bit of a surprise when Adora nods to whomever she’s talking to, stretches, and yanks the hoodie off over her head. Because. Uh. No one had informed Catra that her generally friendly, respectful, kinda dorky roommate was also ripped. The shirt she has on underneath lifts up just a touch, showing off abs and the beginnings of the deep V of her hips. And then her arms. Really. How the fuck had she not noticed those arms?

The reigning champion seems to be having similar thoughts, the grin on his face falling a bit as Adora scoots into the booth across from him. She settles her arm on the table, a cocky smirk and narrowed gray eyes leaving Catra with a whirlwind of thoughts. Most prominently, ‘Wow, hot girl,’ followed up by, ‘Who body-snatched my roommate, and why did they have to do it the week before rent is due?’

Almost unconsciously, Catra leans forward, suddenly a lot more interested in the competition. That movement, however, apparently is enough to momentarily distract Adora, who glances over. Suddenly, that unfamiliar—and, again, really fucking hot—expression melts away to a surprised but genuine smile she’s seen almost daily for the past month and a half. An expression Catra hasn’t paid much attention to, if she’s being honest, generally just responding with a nod if at all, and thanking whatever was out there that she’d lucked out on finding a stranger to split rent with who isn’t a total jerk.

Shit. Does that mean she’s the jerk roommate?

“Hey Catra!” Adora actually sounds genuinely happy to see her, which is kinda surprising, seeing as the longest conversation they’ve had was over preference in pizza toppings.

Yeah. She’s the jerk roommate. Dammit.

“Hey Adora,” she responds, just a little hoarse, her mouth suddenly very dry. She grabs her drink, taking a quick sip and hoping it seems less awkward than it feels.

The greeting seems to be enough for Adora, anyway, who grins at her for another moment before resettling her focus on the matter at hand. Literally. That new look is back, and her opponent looks concerned. As he should be, if the way he winces when she grabs his hand is any indication. Which, again, is bringing up all sorts of fun thoughts. Thoughts Catra really doesn’t have time to explore, because the self-appointed referee is counting down to the start of the match. When he releases their hands, for a moment, it doesn’t seem like anything happens. Adora’s expression doesn’t change, though her arm flexes slightly. Then, slowly, the champion’s arm is twisted and moved. It’s slow, almost gentle, like Adora’s trying not to hurt the guy by slamming his knuckles into the wood. In that moment, Catra is pretty much positive she could.

When his hand touches the table, the ref calls it and Adora pumps a fist in the air with a laugh. She says something to her opponent, who grins and taps his fist against hers, apparently no permanently damaged feelings. Then. Oh. Then Catra is caught, as Adora’s eyes meet hers. She seems a little surprised, like somehow she thought everyone in the room wouldn’t be watching the Amazonian goddess beat some frat bro at arm wrestling. She smiles, a little uncertainly, and jerks her head, a clear invitation.

One Catra’s denied several times, to join her grabbing food, or watching TV, or just to sit together while they study. Jeez. She really hadn’t meant to be that rude, it just felt weird, like she was invading her space. Like she just invited her to be polite.

Apparently not the case, going by the way Adora beams as she approaches the table, and how she practically launches the guy sitting beside her out of the booth to make room. Catra doesn’t bother to stifle the laugh that bubbles up as she takes her spot, not sparing a glance at the unfortunate previous occupant.

“Who’s your friend?” the dethroned champion jerks his chin in her direction. Instead of answering, Adora glances at her, giving her the chance to answer herself.

“I’m Catra. Her roommate.”

“Nice to meet ya!” Similar murmurings come from the rest of the group, except the guy Adora had first approached.

“Ah! It is lovely to finally make your acquaintance, Adora has spoken abou-” Mustache man doesn’t get to finish his speech. Catra can’t quite see, but seeing how he’s bent over, she guesses Adora shut him up.

“Sea Hawk is. Uh. He exaggerates. I just said you’re my roommate,” Adora mumbles, cheeks a rather pretty shade of pink.

“Don’t sell her short, you also said she is brilliant,” the guy, Sea Hawk, apparently, wheezes. Hm. Adora probably isn’t the only one who’s flushed. Catra’s a little confused though, they haven’t really spoken a lot, and she certainly hasn’t made much of an effort to endear herself to the other woman.

“Because she—you, you’re in the law program! Almost no one gets in!” Adora explains, blushing harder.

Adora is saved from further conversation, and Catra from the confusing mess of feelings the past few minutes have stirred up by another challenger. Maybe it’s because she’s flustered, or maybe it’s because she’s not friends with this one, but either way, the match is over in seconds. There’s a crack as their knuckles hit the table, but honestly, Catra is a little distracted by the up close view of Adora’s arm.

Another cheer seems to jostle Adora out of the embarrassed haze she entered, and Catra leans back, content to watch that grin come back over the course of a few more impressive victories. Most of the challengers are good sports, after all, the entry is only five bucks and it’s just some harmless fun. One is less so, some jackass with a blue mohawk. At his defeat he growls something unintelligible, but he’s quickly jostled out of the way for the next contestant. The former champion, who was much closer, looks pissed and mutters something to Sea Hawk. Catra rolls her eyes, glancing at Adora, who grins and shrugs.

“Kinda fun to beat guys like that,” she says, and Catra wonders how she missed the mischievous sparkle in her eyes for this long. Probably because, again, she doesn’t much attention to other people beyond assessing for threats and occasional amusement. She has a friend, and she had assumed that would be enough.

“Kinda fun to watch too,” Catra replies, holding back a laugh at the way Adora puffs up at that.

She watches for another half hour, until Sea Hawk, the unofficial ref, calls for any last combatants. After a moment, with no further challengers, he declares Adora the winner, and an impressive pile of cash is shoved at her. With a little help, Adora gathers the cash and shoves it into a pocket, shooting another little grin in her direction.

“Should help a little with rent.”

Catra just hums, hopping out of the booth to allow Adora to escape, the other woman throwing her hoodie back on in the process.

“Uh, wanna head back together? If you’re done here, I mean. I didn’t really mean to stay this long.” Again, with that genuine little smile. Catra’s gut twists with guilt; this woman has been nothing but sweet for the entire time they’ve known each other, and apparently says nice things even when she’s not there. And it took ogling her for a night for her to notice. A half formed apology sits on her tongue

“Lead on, mighty conqueror,” she says instead, allowing unfeigned warmth into her answering grin. She’ll work on making it up to her. As an initial gesture to that end, Catra catches the gaze of the mohawk guy and flips him off. Behind her, she can hear Adora laugh, and she can’t help but snicker as she turns to follow her out the door.

“Defending my honor?” Adora asks as soon as they’re out the door, eyebrow cocked, looking amused and just a bit smug.

Catra shrugs, grinning right back, “Someone has to, and your friends in there didn’t seem up to it. Why, you have a problem with that?”

Adora hums, like she’s considering it, then shakes her head, “Nah. It’s kinda hot.”

For a flash, Adora looks stricken, like she hadn’t quite meant to say that. The look is almost immediately replaced with something closer to the smirk from before, but softer. ‘It’s a joke, but is it okay?’ is what is says, at least to Catra. She hopes she’s got it right.

“If only I’d known, would’ve done something more dramatic than flipping him off.”

Adora relaxes, falling back into step with her, “Next time.”

#ask #sevens-evan #spop #she-ra #catra #adora #catradora #prompt fic #this one was fun so I'll probably wind up cleaning it up/adding to it and putting it on ao3 at some point

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