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previous chapters: prologue
pairing: roman reigns x oc (cheyenne monet)
themes: toxic relationship, angst, power dynamic/imbalance, a little heavy flirtation
word count: 1,933
author's note: thank you all for the love on the prologue!!! it's super appreciated and hopefully you stay with me as i navigate where the hell these two are going as it's always changing in my mind. honestly logistics in matches are where i'll get hung up a lot as it doesn't play a huge role in this versus how it's changed roman, so i am making shit up as i go that fall in line with current bloodline happenings. but like i said. i am making that shit up.
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it had been years since roman had last laid eyes on cheyenne, and things had changed dramatically since that time. going from one title to two, to universal champion with one of the longest reigns in history, to having his family back him as head of the table, guiding the anoa'i family into a new era of greatness.
every test, every trial, every door that had been slammed in his face had been broken, with him always emerging as the victor. over time, it came to be accepted this was how it was supposed to be.
like he had known then, it was only affirmed now. he didn't need anybody. he had carried this legacy this far on his own back, of his own merit. he had long brushed off the feelings that emerged whenever fleeting thoughts of cheyenne managed to make it into his mind - whenever he had free time in the locker room before a match, whenever he sat at a dinner with his cousins rather than her, whenever the days were sunny and he passed a jogger on his normal route - reminded of her early morning walks.
none of that mattered anymore. she had made her choice, he had made his, and he had made the right one. she was in the wrong, not him.
the roar of a crowd as he disappears behind stage rings in his ears, having finished another night of asserting his dominance over another peer who felt they had the right, the nerve, to try and overstep him. he had bigger problems in his rearview - tonight wasn't about the fight, but the mind games he played before the fight occurred. he can hear paul next to him on his right, solo on his left, as staff part while he walks, much like the red sea.
"my tribal chief, we should leave soon." the elder man speaks, hurrying his steps - not daring to walk next to roman, but just one step slightly behind - the respect that roman had long come to feel he deserved. "there's a few days before the next match, and though i know you have a plan, we should discuss how to handle riddle."
roman scowls, shaking his head with a smirk. "ain't nothing to discuss. he won't be satisfied until i put his ass through a table. and who am i to deny him of that if that's what he wants?"
"you shouldn't even have to waste your time, my tribal chief."
"i know that, you know that. but some people - like matt, truly won't hear it until they get their ass handed to 'em. don't worry too hard about it." roman reassures, reaching behind to place a heavy pat on the back of paul. he goes to crack another joke when familiar laughter rings through his ears, and even though time has passed, a feeling runs through his body that makes him stop in his tracks.
he can see solo's body tense from his peripheral vision, and he shakes his head, holds out an arm to get the younger to relax, but the stoney look on his face says otherwise. just beyond solo's shoulder is the prep room, usually where the next wrestlers for the next match, the next promo, wait right up until their time to take the ring. from the panel on the side, it's time for the women's division, and that usually means nothing, he has no interest in that side.
he takes steps towards the laughter, hands curled into tight fists. roman makes no effort to placate anybody with a smile or pleasantries, coming upon bianca belair, standing in the middle of the room while two or three others buzz around her, readying her for her appearance. at first, he relaxes, thinks it can't be anything-
until one person, hidden behind a screen, comes out, hands full of garments. curly hair, sweet and innocent smile, calm brown eyes, small waist and wide hips - cheyenne monet.
she doesn't see him at first - moving towards bianca to adjust her outfit, stepping back to look at the overall before her eyes travel up beyond her shoulder, and they lock eyes for the first time. roman can't trace what he sees across her face - a flash of recognition, anger, disappointment, and finally disinterest. her eyes quickly shift back to bianca, and he quietly moves from the doorway slightly inside and to the side, waving away assistants who ask if he needs anything. bianca throws a glance, a curt nod, refocusing on her own tasks at hand.
"cheyenne, you don't know what this means to me, especially when you don't really do this anymore." bianca grasps cheyenne's hands, and the two share a warm look that makes roman just a little uneasy.
"stop, you know i'll always make time for the 'est'." a bright smile that sends a jab through roman, readjusting his position against the wall. "we can talk about it when you come back, so go. don't forget your belt - and be careful in those heels."
in a few hurried moments, bianca is whisked from the room and her assistants follow, leaving cheyenne and roman alone. she doesn't address him, and he can't decide if this makes him even more angry or wistful.
"so after all this time, you don't have nothing to say to me?" he starts, pushing himself off the wall to slowly walk to her.
"here you go - we're not doing this." her reply is short, not bothering to look at him. she starts to clean up her supplies, and he can get a better look at her - same stature, hair longer, but he feels the same draw to her that he'd always felt. as she moves he can smell the vanilla bourbon drift through the room in waves - his favorite perfume on her.
is she taunting me? did she do this because she knew i'd be here?
"i feel like the last time i saw you, i said you weren't welcome in my world again."
"this isn't your world."
"oh, but it is. i run every night of this business. this is my show now."
roman's long strides take him until he's right in front of her, forcing her to stop, eyes slowly rising to his own - to look him in the face. he wants to see the truth when he looks at her, but is met with a similar reflection of the last time he saw her. cold. empty. a part of him twinges with disappointment - had she really not felt anything?
"i don't answer to you, roman." her reply is soft, but firm. he has her trapped between the table and himself, but she still manages to pack the rest of her bag, trying to squeeze between the two to put space between them, but he stops her, shifting his steps to widen his stance- imposing, domineering. she sighs, and he tilts his head while he looks into her face more, deciding how he wants this to go.
"just hold on, chey." his voice is just slightly softer now.
"why?"
"because i want to look at you." her eyes dart up, and he can see something behind them soften, and it makes his his heart fire up in the slightest way. his tongue glides over his lips looking at her own, and he can see her breath quicken just a little, chest rising with more frequency. he hates that after so long, he still wants her. desires her. she didn't believe in him - in fact cheyenne questioned his capabilities to the point of them fighting so often, they could barely have a conversation by the end of their relationship. he would think that after all this time, his body would be immune to her.
he's pissed that he's wrong.
"there's nothing to look at." she finally responds, pressing a small hand against his chest to create space for her to move away. "just think of me as another nameless face."
"tell me the real reason why you came back."
"roman, what do you want to hear? why are you even talking to me?" she finally presses.
there's a hundred reasons he could use to shoot her down, to make her leave. they all sit in the tip of his tongue, and the wide, toying smirk he has on his face says it all as he rubs his hand across his beard, keeping his dark eyes trained on her. "i just need to make sure you're here for the right reasons." her snort of disgust drives the smirk more, and he shrugs his shoulders.
"i'll be gone before you know it." she mumbles, back to him, looking at the tv where bianca was finishing up her promo.
paul shows back up in the doorway, and roman waves him off, knowing he has to leave. he quietly comes up behind cheyenne, leaning down to talk quietly in her ear.
"things aren't the same since you were here last, cheyenne. everything you see, i run." he pauses, feeling her tense up. "i'm not chasin' you out of here. you can stay to see for yourself." another moment of silence, and he lets himself continue before he overthinks himself out of it - lets his desire come to the forefront. "maybe you'll realize you were wrong so you can be back where you belong- next to me. because once you stepped back in this building, back in my world? whether you like it or not, you're mine."
he can see her eyebrows raise, but she remains silent, and he chuckles. "so either you leave and deny me again, you do the right thing and acknowledge me and get back to how we were, or you stay here, isolated. because ain't no man touchin' you if it ain't me."
roman isn't sure if he believes his own words - physically he wants cheyenne - but mentally he battles. but it's easier to put these lines down now, to make it clear, because it's easier to have it under his control than hers. but the usual tactics that would have made cheyenne acquiesce to him do nothing now, and he's slightly surprised at how her face doesn't change, how she holds her stance, slowly turning her head to look him directly in the eyes.
"that's how i know it bothers you still, ro." her voice is soft, firm. "rather than pretend i'm not here, you come find me. you bother me while i work, you try and get close to me, try to threaten me so nobody else wants to be near me, because you want them to think i belong to you.
instead of saying sorry, apologizing, anything, you intimidate. because being manipulative has always gotten you what you want- but you know what?" she faces him, pressing herself closer in a way that surprises him, her face only inches away from his own. "it just makes me feel bad for you, that you think the only way you'll receive love is by forcing it. you never used to be like that - and that's the only version of you i miss."
the sudden softness in her voice and eyes takes him back, and a moment passes between them that's faintly reminiscent of better times: her laughter, her hands in his, tender moments in private. it hits roman harder than he expects, and he straightens, putting the cold look back on his face. "that man you're talkin' about. he's gone. so figure out where you stand, cheyenne."
he backs up to leave, with the image of cheyenne's disappointed eyes settling on his shoulders.
So I work at a flower shop in Pensacola, FL and the out pouring of love from the WWE family for the Anoa'i family has been so big. I've only been here for an hour today and we have tons of orders for the family and for the service. It's beautiful to see so much love from a lot of people you wouldn't expect.
Matt "Rosey" Anoa'i: A loving memory by "Hurricane" Helms
[April 18th, 2017]
On Tuesday, it was revealed that former WWE World Tag Team Champion Matt “Rosey” Anoa’i had passed away. His former tag team partner, The Hurricane (aka Shane Helms) had posted some tremendous tributes to his former partner, including the following:
Fans creating their own versions of my superhero costume was always one of my favorite things about being the Hurricane and it quickly became one of Rosey's favorite things too, hence the huge smile on his face here. 😁😁 Thanks to the fans who did this. You inspired us to be better and bigger than we were ever intended to be. And THANK YOU Matty for being such a great friend and partner. #Rosey
Rosey once asked me if I thought we'd ever get a run as the champs. I told him, "If we get over enough they won't have a choice." We got rid of the S.H.I.T. costume, me and artist @mborkowskiart designed the updated version of Rosey's outfit, and then we busted our asses to make it happen. It's my favorite Championship win of my career and to have it happen with such a great human being as Matty makes it even more special. He never needed "Training" he was always a Hero. #Rosey
Getting ready for another set of tapings for @impactwrestling today and my friend Matty is still heavy on my mind. And thinking about him reminds me of how much we both love this crazy ass business. Without wresting I never would have met Matty or his incredible family. Life is strange and sometimes the chaos and negativity can seem overwhelming but there is goodness there too. There is beauty and sunlight behind every dark cloud and even the dark clouds themselves have a beauty to them if you look hard enough. I sure hate that you had to leave us so early my friend but I'm so very thankful that I got to know you at all. We'll fly together again one day! #Rosey
It’s difficult to understand how it feels to begin a brotherhood on the road. You work so much with someone that you begin a chemistry, you start to trust each other, and before you know it, you love the person you’re working with. To lose them must be devastating, and Helms clearly illustrates that in his memories of Rosey. All my love to @shanehelmscom in this trying time.
Yesterday I was so sad because Roman wasn't on Raw ^^'
Today I'm more sad because I heard the terrible news about Matt Anoa'i (Rosey), Roman's brother, that passed away yesterday, at the age of 47 ... so young 😖
I'm so sorry for this 😔
My thoughts are with Roman, Usos and all Anoa'i Family.
I hope all haters respect this.
This is not wrestling or entertainment, is real life and Roman is only a guy, Joe Anoa'i, who lost his big brother.
1. Alex Hammerstone def. Los Azteca #1 & Los Azteca #2 in a 2-on-1 Handicap Match in 0:37
2. Jacob Fatu def. Alex Kane, Arez, Budd Heavy, Calvin Tankman, Davey Richards, Dr. Dax, EJ Nduka, Gangrel, Homicide, Joel Maximo, Jose Maximo, Juicy Finau, KC Navarro, Ken Broadway, Killer Kross, Kimchee, Kwang the Ninja, La Estrella, Lance Anoa'i, Lince Dorado, Little Guido, Los Azteca #22, Los Azteca #33, Los Azteca #80, Mads Krügger, Mance Warner, Matt Cross, Microman, Mini Abismo Negro, Mr. Thomas, Myron Reed, Parker Boudreaux, Real 1, Rickey Shane Page, Sami Callihan, Savio Vega, Taya Valkyrie, Warhorse, and Wil Maximo in 48:51 to win the 2022 Battle Riot
I'm really so sorry for Roman Reigns, who has just lost his brother. His real name was Matt Anoa'i, the elder brother of Joe.
Matt died yesterday due to cardiac arrest (for what I have read) at age 47. He was too young.
I hope that now many of you are silent and don't say innapropriate sentences. Forget Roman Reigns who defeated Undertaker, we think of a poor nearly 32 year old man who has just lost a brother.