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lovingthereign25 · 4 years

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The Chase

Part 9

The morning light beamed through the curtains of yours and Roman's shared bedroom. You turn over seeing your husband already staring at you.

"Good morning Beautiful" he says in his raspy morning voice

"Good morning my love'' you whisper

Roman pulled your body close to his giving you a good morning kiss, which is usually innocent but today Roman had other things on his mind. As his hands start you slide up your night shirt knowing all too well you were only in panties underneath, you stop him at your hips

"Roman the girls could wake up any minute." You whisper

"Not today baby,Your parents took them last night and they won't be home until later our moms were taking them out for a shopping day"he says grinding his hardened member into you.

''Shit I completely forgot" you remember

"It's fine baby, now come here and let me make love to my gorgeous wife" he smiles sliding your shirt over your head.

*November 2017*

In late October rumors the shield reunited. Kicking ass like they always did, taking care of the Miz and his lackeys then ending the night taking down Braun Stroman. Unfortunately seeing Roman in his Shield gear would have to wait he was diagnosed with mumps and out into isolation for three weeks, which he hated but what killed him the most was the fact that he couldn't be around his children .

Raw had been under siege two weeks ago by Smackdown live.And last week the New day cost Seth and Dean their tag titles. So this week Roman was back and baby was playing no games Stephanie was in the ring yelling at Kurt about how he does his job when the music hits. And Seth, Dean and Roman walked through the crowd into the ring confronting Stephanie and telling her they want a piece of the New Day.

Survivor Series is finally here. The shield vs the New Day was here. Roman fully dressed in his shield gear was here.

"Hey, Ro just checking to see if your ready Seth and Dean are waiting for you" you say entering his locker room

"Yeah just adjusting my vest" he says

You look him up and down, licking your lips, you don't know what it was but something about Roman in that gear just sent you over the edge.

"Your staring" he say with a smirk on his face

"Can't help it, I forgot how good you looked in that gear" you say walking up to him

"Down girl, my match is first" he laughs

"Well I don't have a match tonight so whatta say after your match we head to the hotel and break the gear in again" you say kissing his neck.

"Y/n, Please I can't go to the ring hard" he sighs

"Sorry, I've just been having such dirty thoughts about you in this gear... you're bringing out the naughty girl in me Daddy"

You tease

"Fuck, stop I need to head to the ring, you coming?'' he asks

"Hopefully I will be later" you wink slapping his ass

"Let's go'' he laughs shaking his head

As soon as Roman and you were alone in his locker room after the match your lips were on Roman. Anywhere and everywhere his lips,cheeks, jaw, neck, even the little but of exposed chest.

"Y/n, let me change" he moans

" No, no I want you to fuck me while you're in your gear" you pant

"Okay okay but not here baby, I'm not trying to pay a fine for fucking my wife" he laughs.

Once in the hotel room Roman had you undressed in seconds. Leaving you in just your panties just the way he liked it. Roman carried you to the bed throwing you down and sliding your panties to the slide feeling just how ready you were for him.

"You ready baby?"he asks, removing your underwear completely leaving you exposed to him.

"Yes, Roman have your way with me" you say pulling him by his vest to your lips for a kiss.

"I was planning to, Jesus I love you" he says pushing himself into you making your eyes roll back at how good it felt you be full of him

"Shit Ro, it feels so good" you say trying to grab onto anything on him to bring him closer to you knowing it wasn't really possible to be any closer then you two were in this moment

"Yeah, that's it baby girl take it, take it all'' he grunts pulling out of you completely flipping you on to your stomach. He runs his fingers down your spine giving your ass a quick snack before entering again thrusts getting harder and deeper each and every time.

"Fuck, Roman ahhh shit…. damn " you moan

"Shit Y/n always so freakin tight,I'm not gonna last much longer"he groans

'' I'm close Roman, so close" you moan out

After a few more thrusts you hit your climax screaming Roman's name loud enough for the entire rest of the 5th floor of the hotel to hear. Roman hitting his slightly after you spilling into the condom you agreed on. He laid on the bed patting the spot next to him for you to join him.

"Come on let's rest up before round two" he smiles

"Actually I'm gonna head out, I'm flying to Hawaii for Dakota and Reagan's wedding" you say, finding the rest of your clothes.

"Didn't know his wedding was this week, why didn't you say anything?" He asks

"I don't know, just figured you had a lot on your plate with the match and big reunion"

"He's our nephew Y/n, I would have made a change in my schedule" he says

"Technically he's my nephew, we're separated...until the divorce is finalized" you say

Roman had enough. He was pissed not only at the fact that you didn't tell him about your nephew's wedding but also because you were still gonna go through with the divorce after a few months of this jumping into his bed and vice versa.

"So the divorce is happening, is that what you're telling me?' he asks

"Well once both sets of papers are signed yeah that's how it usually works babe" you say

"Then what the hell are we doing Y/n?" He snaps

"What do you mean?" You ask

"This" he says pointing between the two of you "all the kissing ,rubbing on me , dirty talk calling me "Daddy" , all the sex we been having since September, I'm confused" he snaps again

"I don't know, it's just sex I guess, I love you I just can't forgive you Roman"

"You can't forgive me but you can fuck me" he hisses.

*March 2018*

If it was one thing you hated most in the world it was Roman fighting Brock Lesnar, not because he couldn't beat Brock cause he probably could it was because Brock played dirty and didn't follow WWE rules he did whatever the hell he wanted without any care for his opponent. But here you are weeks away from seeing the match you never wanted to see again. Roman and Brock's issues go further than the ring. It's about the passion and respect for the business that Roman and the other superstars have and Brock doesn't. It's about how Brock has had his eyes on you since you could remember and he always takes a shot to make sexual and inappropriate comments towards you. Brock hasn't shown up for Raw in weeks which left Roman pissed, leading him to express his opinion and landing him "suspended" . Anyway Roman was supposed to show up on Raw breaking suspension and be "arrested" and then Brock would make a move come down F5 Roman and that's it but of course that's not went down Brock attacked Roman while handcuff not once but twice leaving you no choice but to then get involved shoving the beast, slapping , punching , screaming at him to leave Roman alone.

Brock stops.

"That's nothing Big Dog, wait til Mania" he says laughing. You go with Roman to a medical center.

"You sure you're okay? You ask him

"Yea, I'm good, but Y/n you really shouldn't have got involved, Brock is unpredictable" he says

" Ro, if I hadn't there's no telling what he would have done to you" you say

" I'd rather me get hurt than you" he snaps

" You were handcuffed, I had to do something, I mean look at your freaking wrist they're bruised" you say rubbing your fingers softly across his bruises.

"I couldn't just stand there and watch him hurt you" you finish

*Wrestlemania 2018*

Your stomach was in knots, your nerves were completely shot. Roman's match was about to start, you were waiting for his music to hit.

" Y/n, I don't want you out here tonight, it's too dangerous" Roman says

"No way Roman, incase anything happens I will ant to be right there" you say

"Y/n, it's not a conversation,I already told Hunter and Steph I want you banned from ringside" he says

"Roman, are you serious?" You snap

"Yes, believe it or not I still love you and I care about your well being" he says turning to face Steve who controls the music giving him a countdown on his fingers

" Fine. Have a good match, please be careful" you say as Roman goes to walk towards the curtain you grab his hand pulling him into a hug and kissing his cheek

"Believe it or not I still love you too, I'll be front row sitting next to your mom" you whispered.

You took your seat next to Patricia,she was just as nervous as you she took your hand in hers.

"He'll be okay, he was born to do this it's in his blood" she smiles

The match started off back and forth, then Brock had the upper hand for a while tossing Roman around like a ragdoll. You say there helplessly watching , next thing you know your husband was put through the announcement table right in front of you with Brock snarling a little " that was for you" you jump to your feet looking over the barrier at Roman, Sika pulling you back to your chair.

"He's got this" he smiles

Brock took Roman back in the ring and delivered another F5 went for the pin but Roman kicked out. You secretly wished he hadn't but he did.

That's was it , Brock was pissed. Your stomach clenching knowing it was a matter of seconds before WWE rules went out the window, and they did Brock takes his protective gloves off punching Roman and hitting him with his elbow at the end ... instantly blood was pouring from Roman's head. You've never seen so much blood in your life your husband was covered in it.

Brock pins Roman. Thank goodness it was over.

" I got to check on him, that's too much blood" you say with tears in your eyes.

"Y/n?", Is Daddy okay?" You hear Jojo ask

You look at Roman then to your step daughter.

" Yeah, baby he's okay" you fake smile bringing her in for tight hug

Roman makes it to his feet walking to where you and his family are seated, you two make eye contact Roman lowers his head you reach your hand out for him, he grabs your giving it a little squeeze.

" I'll meet you in the back" you say

He just nods.

In the back you see the medics checking on Roman getting him ready for staples, the one tells you he's all done and ready for you to go in and you nearly run to Roman.

" Easy there…..I'm really sore" he laughs holding you tight

You don't say anything instead you kiss him.

" No more, promise me no more matches with Brock" you say

" Y/n, I want that title" he says

"Roman, at what costs him ending your career one wrong suplex and it could snap your neck, I want you happy but I need you healthy, here , our children need you." You say

"Fine, no more matches against Brock" he sighs.

" Thank you" you say

Roman pulls you in between his legs kissing.

" I love you" you say pulling away

"Say it again" he says

" I love you" you smile

" I've missed hearing you say that" he smiles

"Come on let's go home to our kids….all five of them" you smile.

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polkahotness · 4 years

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SHORTAKI WEEK, DAY 7

FFN // AO3

Marriage

What's in name?

Lifetimes ago, I delivered this line from onstage after having crammed it into my head in a matter of hours beforehand. At the time, the words hadn't meant much to me; the concept lost on a tired girl with dreams of kissing the love of her life no matter how many lines I had to memorize or classmates I had to scare off just to do so.

Nowadays, I can kiss that football-headed dork any old time I feel like it. I guess that's one of the benefits of marrying the person you're madly in love with: kissing privileges. Each and every time our lips met, shivers went up my spine and proceeded to send shockwaves of electricity coursing through my veins. Arnold's lips were my second home; his arms that of my first. With him at my side encouraging me forward, there was nothing that I couldn't do and nothing that I couldn't conquer.

Well, almost nothing… there was still the matter of my name.

What was once a badge of honor that I wore proudly and spoke of often had now become a stamp of shame. I dragged my name around, signing it when appropriate and speaking it only when necessary. There had always been connotations with my last name and things that I didn't appreciate being constantly reminded of AKA my stupid-perfect sister.

But something funny happened when Olga got married during my sophomore year of high school. I remember her walking out to show me and the other bridesmaids the wedding dress she'd chosen. It had been an A-Line dress—real classy looking, old-fashioned-esque, but with a flair of lace that somehow made the blue of her eyes pop.

My sister looked stunning.

Part of me hated that. It was that part that had always dictated the complicated relationship the two of us shared, and in that moment, it did the same thing it always did. My blood began to race through me—a rage I'd come to know all-too-well filling me up with hostility and envy. Olga Pataki. Olga freakin' Pataki. She was always beautiful, always wanted, and always the one who got to live her life proud of the Pataki namesake.

After all, it was practically her who made it even halfway decent to live with. It certainly hadn't been our blowhard dad or our recently sobered mother. It had been Olga, always Olga, who brought pride to the Pataki name. That was probably why I was completely shocked when she told me she couldn't wait to change it.

"Wait, you're actually excited to change your name?" I asked her as her other bridesmaids primped and fluffed out the dress she stared at in the mirror.

Glancing up from her own image, her eyes locked with mine from the reflective glass ahead of her. "Well, of course, silly! I've been waiting to be Mrs. Olga Reid for what feels like forever."

"But… why?" I pressed while remaining in my seat with my arms tightly crossed over my chest. "I'd think that you'd want to keep that little gem, or at least hyphenate it or something."

Turning around on the pedestal she stood atop of, Olga faced me with a confused expression lining her perfectly-made-up features. "What would I do that for?"

Sighing in dramatic fashion, I dropped my head back in irritation while keeping my arms folding securely. "Criminy, Olga. For someone so smart, why am I the one who has to explain everything?" Tilting my head back up to look at her again, I shrugged my shoulders and said in a snide tone, "I guess I just figured that after all of those awards, scholarships, published dissertations, and whatever other nonsense your name is attached to… I figured you wouldn't want to erase that."

"How is my getting married and taking Joseph's last name erasing all of that?"

"I don't know," I muttered with another shrug of my shoulders. "You were the infamous, 'Olga Pataki.' Every teacher's favorite student. Everybody's best friend or personal mentor. Dad's winner—his freakin' champion. Honestly, I'm shocked that he's even letting you consider dropping the Pataki name."

"Our father has no say in my choices, Helga," Olga calmly told me from where she stayed standing on the platform. "And even if he did, I would still choose to take Joseph's name."

"Why, cause you're in love?" I retorted with a scoff.

"Yes, I am in love with Joseph. Very much so," she responded before letting out a soft and controlled breath. "But also, because… well, I suppose you are sort of right. I am happy to be erasing the girl I once was and replacing her with the woman I am now."

The five other women in the room shared a look with one another before returning their eyes to Olga and me. They took turns watching us as Olga stepped off the podium while carefully hiking up the sides of her dress so she could walk towards me. Following behind her, they helped move the train of her dress so she could take a seat at my side on the couch that I'd been stubbornly sitting at for the past two hours.

"What," I demanded rather then questioned as she looked at me with sad eyes. "So, I was right. Why are you sitting down like you're going to give me some long, and incredibly annoying big-sister speech? I don't want that."

"Well, too bad, baby sis. You're getting on anyway," she insisted before turning over her shoulder to send a smile and a wave to our five onlookers. Taking the hint, each of them filed out of the dressing room we sat in, now alone.

Eyeing them as they left us, I waited for Olga to begin talking the moment the door shut. Oddly enough, she didn't speak a word. She just stared at me as if waiting for me to begin the speech that she had insisted on giving to me.

"Aren't you going to start spewing off your stupid, sappy soliloquy, already?" The words came out of me sourly, though Olga didn't even flinch. I imagined that by now, she was pretty used to my high levels of cynicism and wit. "Not that I'm interested in hearing it, I just figured we should get this over with already. I don't want to miss my re-runs of old Wrestlemanias that I've seen a hundred times. Lord only knows that those are way more important than whatever it is you're going to go off ranting about."

"So angry," Olga noted with a sad smile before reaching out to tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear as I gave her the best stink-eye I could manage. "I used to be angry like you." Breathing out a heavy sigh, she shook her head. "I never had the guts to show it like you always have, but I remember being angry like you."

"Angry? You?!" I was flabbergasted and laughed in her face with utter disbelief. "Since when have you, the Perfect-Pataki, ever been angry about anything EVER?"

"Oh, Helga. I've been angry plenty of times," she told me without hesitation. "But with Joseph… I'm not so angry anymore."

"What could you have ever been angry about, Olga?" I ordered; my tone changing from agitation to rage. "What could have possibly been something that pissed you off? Was it the countless trophies? The constant attention from Mom and Dad? The compliments or the hordes of friends or the infamous notoriety? Or… is it the way that practically every single person who has ever come into contact with you bows to kiss your freakin' feet?"

"Yes," she answered after a moment of thought. "All of that. It made me angry. Furious, even."

At her response, I scoffed and donned a humorless smile. "Right. Well. It sure sounds like all of that must have just sucked for you. My sincerest apologies on your incredibly tough life."

"Helga," Olga repeated my name, "I know that to you these things seem silly to be angry about. Especially considering the life you had to live under my shadow."

"Thanks for that reminder there, Olga," I grumbled while turning to look away from her and focus my attention on the corner of the room where the ceiling and the walls met. "As if I didn't already know that, but hey. Who knows the shadow you cast better than you, am I right?"

"I know you're being sarcastic right now, and I don't fault you for going back to that defense mechanism of yours," she explained, turning into the shrink that she was to psycho-analyze my behavior. "But you have to believe me when I tell you how sorry I am that you had to live like that. As much as my name followed you around, it followed me around worse because it was me. I couldn't hide in the shadow and do great things that I wanted to do. In that respect, you've always been so lucky."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait," I sputtered out while resuming my attention on Olga and letting my arms drop to my sides as I spoke. "Why on earth would you want to live in your own shadow? You literally just said that you know how much it sucks."

"You've always been so creative," Olga spoke in a soft voice, her thoughts recalling a feeling that I couldn't quite place as a warm smile spread across her lips. "Poetry. Stories. That time that you portrayed Juliet in the school play—"

"I was nine, Olga," I emphasized while giving her a flat look. "It was an elementary school rendition of Romeo and Juliet. For cripes sake, you act like I gave some Tony-award-winning performance or something."

"The point is, Helga, you were able to do all of those things," she digressed. "You were able to try new things and, even though you always excelled in them, you didn't have to. From the safety of my shadow, you were allowed to find who you were and for that, I am so incredibly happy. I have the highest hopes for what you'll achieve one day because of those opportunities."

"Like it will ever be as great as some stinkin' doctorate degree and the tons of different things that you've had published in those fancy psychology books and magazines dad's been adding to his shrine of you."

Olga frowned at my comment, though continued on. "Maybe to you or to daddy, but not to me." She paused for an instant before adding, "And mom. She's been doing so much better and I know how proud she is of you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I dismissed her statements with ease. "In your opinion, I'm absolutely fantastic. I guess that means I should be pretty stoked since it's coming from you. What was the point of this conversation again? You've lost my interest."

Taking both of my hands in hers, Olga forced me to look her in the eye as she continued with her speech. "What I'm trying to say is that… our name, the name that you think I am so proud of is the very thing that weighs me down. I often wonder what I could have become had I been given room to explore my own interests rather than collecting memorabilia for daddy."

Unsure of what to say, I moved my gaze from her eyes down to where she firmly held my hands. Chewing on my lip, I waited for her to either say more or finally free me from her grip. At the sound of her sniffles, I knew immediately that she had additional material that she was ready to lay on me with help from the mascara rivers that I'd become so accustomed to witnessing mid-big-sister-pep-talk.

Hoping I could end this before it began, I tried to stop what I knew was on the way. "Olga, c'mon. Don't go giving me the waterworks, here…"

"I can't help it," she cried out while gently rubbing my hands with her thumbs as she started to sob. "All I want is…is for you to be… to be so happy, baby sister."

"I know, okay? But—" I tried yet again, though she didn't let me get out a word in edgewise.

"One day… one day, I hope… I hope…" she sniffled again while releasing one of my hands to reach up and wipe away some of the tears that had begun their decent down her cheeks. "I hope that you'll see… you'll realize what a-a… a blessing it is to erase… erase… erase the person you were and start again. You-You deserve that, Helga."

"Jeez, Olga, it's just a name, already," I said with a roll of my eyes. "I was just making a comment, you didn't have to get all… all weepy on me about it."

Of course, at the time, I didn't understand the power that a name-change could have on someone with as many hidden issues as Olga. Together, her and Joey-boy (my fond nickname for her husband) had saved enough money from their jobs that they'd already left them. As far as I knew, they were off helping kids in some third-world country, but there was something different about Olga when they departed for their five-year mission, two years ago.

She seemed at peace. Life as Joseph and Olga Reid had blessed her with the opportunities to erase herself from the narrative my father had started writing for her since her birth. This time, she was able to write her own story and pen it with the name of her one true love.

I couldn't wait to do the same.

"Man, I tell you what, Arnold… I cannot wait to get rid of this stupid name already and take yours," I told him as we sat on our couch eating the Chinese take-out he'd picked up for us on his way home from work. "The day I become a 'Shortman' is the day my life can finally start."

Chewing thoughtfully, Arnold looked at me as though inspecting every inch of me from the inside out. If that makes sense. After swallowing his bite, he watched me for a little while longer before finally talking. "It's just a name, Helga," he decided on before fishing out another one of his sweet n' sour chicken and popping it into his mouth. "I don't know why you think it's going to change anything other than your signature."

"Oh, it will, footballhead. Just you wait and see," I told him confidently, though he didn't buy into my reasoning. In fact, he wanted an explanation of it.

"But why?" He asked while furrowing his brow and soon swallowing his food. Setting the take-out container down to rest on his lap, he twisted his body so he could face me more directly. "What do you think is going to happen?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly while looking ahead at the television show we had on for background noise rather than content. "I guess I just figure it's going to do something like how it did for Olga. Maybe it'll be cathartic or something." I offered him a lackluster shrug while digging my chopsticks into the container of the fried dumplings I was working on.

"You really think it's going to affect you the way it did your sister?" Arnold wondered while keeping his eyes on me as I picked up a dumpling and tossed it into my mouth.

Turning my head to look over at him briefly, I left his eyes to look ahead at the screen of our TV without any intention of actively paying attention to it. "Maybe," I responded through my chews. "At the very least, it'll let me forget that sad, pathetic little girl of my past. Give me some peace-of-mind and the chance to move forward with our lives."

"Oh," was all Arnold said, and I dropped my arm that still held my chopsticks to my side in exasperation.

"What?" I spat out while shooting my fiancée a look of frustration. "You don't think it will be good for me to erase that part of my life? Erase all of the things that made me so angry and bitter in the first place? I thought that might be something you and that head of yours might be interested in."

"I'm interested," he intoned before leaving my eyes to look down at his own container of food. "I just don't think it does any good to try and erase something like who you were—who you still are."

"You can't tell me that you still think I'm that bully who hides her feelings because she's too afraid of the consequences of acting on them." At my statement, Arnold remained silent and I stared at him incredulously. "Arnold. I'm not that girl anymore. Criminy, why would you ask me to marry you if you thought that I still was?"

"Helga, you don't have to actively be that person to still be her," he told me and I laughed outright at his ridiculous and completely batshit notion.

"As if that makes any sense, Arnoldo."

"Think about it," he continued while looking in my direction as I averted my eyes from his. "You still call me football-head and Hair Boy and all of the other nicknames you gave me back in elementary school. Don't you? I mean, you just did, right?"

"What's your point," I replied flatly.

"My point is…" he emphasized as if the nature of his tone would alleviate some of the attitude I'd picked up as our conversation had progressed. "You obviouslystill see me as that dense kid from our youth. To you, I'm still just that freaky-headed-kid who couldn't see the amazing, beautiful, incredibly smart and talented—albeit hurt—little girl with the pink bow who was right in front of me."

"Yeah, well…" I couldn't dispute his argument. Instead, I chose to accept it and attempt to deliver a satisfactory answer that might end this little disagreement. "Your head still is enormous and weirdly shaped… so…"

"You know that's not what I'm saying, Helga."

Huffing out a breath, I raised my chopsticks to dig around in my container for another dumpling. "Then how about you drop the act and just come out and say what you want to say instead of making me guess all the damn time. Criminy! I mean, you've been giving me this whole, righteously noble, 'after school special' routine since we were kids. Just say what you're thinking!"

"Fine," he said with simplicity. "I think that you think changing your name is going to give you this life and this family that you think is going to get rid of all the demons that live inside of you… but it's not going to."

"Newsflash, Hair Boy! You already told me all of that like ten minutes ago," I exclaimed with a shake of my head and a wave of the dumpling being held by my chopsticks. Biting the dumpling in half, I chewed it for a moment before soon swallowing and saying, "And besides. You don't know what 'demons' I have, you know why?"

"Why?" He asked as I'd instructed, though I knew he was merely humoring me.

Glowering at him, I said, "Because I don't have those demons anymore, okay? Years of therapy and not having to talk to Bob every day of my natural born life has done wonders for me." Softening my voice, I then added, "Plus your uh… your family helped a lot too. Your parents and stuff. Grandparents. You know."

"I know," he reiterated with a knowing look that I didn't appreciate. "And because I know, I also know that you're projecting my family onto you like it'll cover up everything bad that happened to you, but do you want to know something?"

Finishing the remainder of my dumpling, I gave a half-hearted reply. "Sure, Arnold. Blow my mind with your sage wisdom."

Ignoring my sarcasm, he pressed onward. "All of those bad things that happened to you, as horrible as they were… they made you, you."

Moving to set my food down on the coffee table ahead of us, I balanced my chopsticks on the top of the container. Sucking in a deep breath, I then twisted my body to face Arnold while pulling my leg up to rest on the side of the couch in an effort towards looking at him straight-on. "Alright, Arnold. You have my attention. Go ahead. Explain how it is that my shitty life has helped me."

"I didn't say it helped you," he clarified before continuing. "What I am saying is that if it weren't for those things happening to you, you wouldn't have your humor, for instance. That quick-wit, while sometimes hurtful, is one of the things I love most about you. You've always had this ability to say and point out the cleverest things."

"So?"

"So," Arnold went on, "I don't think that you would have that if you hadn't gone through such hardship. You wouldn't have had to develop that skill or to even use it. There'd be no need."

"There's tons of clever people in this world, you know," I pointed out. "And I'd be willing to bet that they all had fairly normal lives compared to mine. Keep on guessing there, Hair Boy."

"What about your writing?" He offered. "Being introspective and creative like that often stems from a difficult life of having to fend for yourself. You can't deny that."

"I mean, I could, I can, and I will," I said sternly. "One. I've always been a good writer, okay? I didn't need life to take a shit on me for that to happen. Two. Yet again, there are countless creative imbeciles walking the planet, so unfortunately, I won't be accepting that answer."

"Fine, then, Helga. But let me offer you one more example," he asserted before setting his food down beside mine on the coffee table. "One more, and then if you still don't agree, then I'll drop it and we never have to talk about this name thing again. Okay? Can you agree to that?"

"Sure, I can agree to that," I accepted with a smirk. "Whatchya got? It had better be a good one this time."

Arnold hesitated as if to build the suspense for another one of his supposedly 'concrete points.' I didn't have much faith that what he was going to say would alter my views on my life or my name-change for our impending nuptials. Despite my lack of confidence in whatever this next claim would be, I patiently waited for him to speak so we could get on with our dinner, our night, and our lives.

"What about me?" he finally said, and I looked at him with a baffled expression painted over my face.

"What about you?" I repeated, completely missing the point he was trying to make.

"You've always talked about the day we first met, the day at the pre-school when I held the umbrella over your—"

"Yeah, Arnold, I know what you're referencing," I spat out almost angrily.

Pausing to let me cool down, he then said, "You claim that it was that day that you fell in love with me. Right?"

"Yeah, but—"

"Why?"

I watched him cautiously while trying to keep a poker-face. "What do you mean, why, you know why."

It was Arnold's turn to shrug his shoulders. "Why?" He repeated without much inflection. "What did I do that made you feel that way? I wasn't anybody special. You didn't even know me. What could I have done that warranted such strong affections—and from a toddler at that?"

Well. I had not been expecting this.

Arnold was making a solid case and I knew where he was headed with it, too.

As I allowed each of his words the chance to soak in, I struggled to find a good enough clapback that would force Arnold to backtrack and say he didn't know what he was talking about. I wanted so badly for him to say those words, but I knew he wouldn't—at least not tonight. He was absolutely right, and he knew it. Hell, even I knew it… I just wasn't ready to admit it.

Opening my mouth to speak, nothing left my lips but empty air. I had nothing.

Realizing that I was about ready to tap out, Arnold chose to answer his own question on my behalf. "You developed feelings for me because you were a frightened little girl who hadn't been shown much kindness before. It was because of those vulnerabilities that you latched onto me so hard and set forth the series of events that led to where we are now."

I stayed speechless as my eyes kept themselves glued to Arnold's. Pressing my lips into a hard line, I refused to respond to what he was saying even though we both knew that I agreed. Arnold knew me, knew me better than I knew myself, obviously.

"So, I argue, that if it hadn't been for the tough aspects of your life, you would not be the person you are today. You wouldn't have appreciated my kindness the way you did." He reached out to pick up his food once again and focused on picking up another piece of his chicken with his chopsticks. "For all you know, if you'd been showered with love and attention say, like your sister had, you might have turned out more like her than you care to admit."

"Now hold it right there, football-head—" I began, and Arnold was quick to stop me before I could really start in on him.

"It is because of that, because of those demons you want to just dismiss, that I don't think changing your name is going to do for you what it did for Olga," he stated firmly and with sincere honesty. "Face it, Helga. You don't need to erase who you were and start over because who you were is what brought you all of the things you have now—including me. Olga needed to separate herself from that name because it was all she had ever been known for. You?" He let out a sigh before continuing. "I think, if anything, you need to keep your name."

"You want me to keep my name?" I asked skeptically.

"Not necessarily, no." He thought hard for a good minute before speaking his next few sentences thoughtfully and with great care. "I wonder if keeping your name, really reclaiming it for yourself, might help you to be proud of yourself because of who you were and what you went through in order to become who you are now. Does that make sense?"

Nodding my head minimally, I quietly muttered, "Maybe, yeah."

"I mean, we're getting married, right?" He went on, and I raised a brow at his super obvious statement. "But the whole name change thing… that's just an old and tired tradition that doesn't mean anything anymore—"

"It means something to me," I countered. "Arnold, I've always wanted to be yours. All yours. Having your name and being part of your family has been my dream since… well, since forever, practically."

"I know that," he affirmed before giving me his next thought to mull over. "But if we're getting married, merging our lives together for one that is uniquely ours… maybe we should really get married."

"Now you've lost me," I said while feeding myself another dumpling and chewing it as he delivered his thought more descriptively.

"Isn't marriage blending two families together?" Arnold questioned me, and I nodded with a slight shrug. "So, why don't we blend our families together? Why don't we take each other's last names?"

"You want to be Arnold Pataki? Arnold Shortman-Pataki? Arnold Pataki-Shortman?" I laughed at the combinations I gave him, only to stop as he confirmed what I thought was a joke.

"Yeah. I can be Arnold Pataki-Shortman, and you can be Helga Shortman-Pataki. That way we're still keeping our last names but marrying them."

I couldn't help but continue my chuckling at his inane idea. "And you don't think that would get confusing when we have kids who have to take our names? I mean, what are we going to name them? Freddy Shortman-Pataki-Pataki-Shortman? That's a little insane, Arnold. Even for you."

"So, then I'll just take your name. I can be Arnold Shortman-Pataki."

"That's weird," I replied with a grimace at the sound of it. "I don't like that at all."

"Arnold Pataki-Shortman?" He suggested and I allowed the proposed name to echo a few times from the inside of my mind.

"I don't know…" I finally commented after being lost in my thoughts. "That would make me Helga Pataki-Shortman then, wouldn't it?"

"If you don't want to have a really confusing last name for our kids, then yeah."

I thought about this for a long time before repeating my potential name one more time. "Helga Pataki-Shortman, huh?"

"Helga G. Pataki-Shortman," Arnold refined the name with ease and a mischievous grin. "Even you have to admit that Helga G. Pataki-Shortman packs a pretty nice punch."

Smirking at his words, I returned his smile. "You do have a point there, Hair Boy. Helga G. Pataki-Shortman gives off that whole… badass partner-in-crime vibe."

"It should, shouldn't it?" He questioned without giving me the chance to answer. "Together we're better than we ever were separately. We should celebrate that. Loudly and proudly."

Just like that, Arnold had once again saved me from myself. By some miracle, he'd dug so deep inside of me that he managed to yank out the sweet and smooth truffle-like goodness I would never have seen if he hadn't seen it first.

Arnold saw the silver lining of the dark and stormy clouds that made up my past. He had seen me for all that I was, and just as he always had, he kept those storm clouds at bay from erupting and ruining all that I held dear.

I was going to take Arnold's last name just as I had always wanted to, but I would take it and marry it with my own—marrying every little piece of me, even the broken ones, with the boy of my dreams. By keeping my last name and blending it with Arnold's, him doing the same in return, we were marrying more than just the two boring adults we had grown into. Our wedding would symbolize the union of all that we were, all that we are, and all that we will be in the future. Together, that football-headed dweeb and his bully would unite with the Arnold and Helga of today.

And that was a marriage worth talking about.

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Royal Rumble ‘90 Fan Picks: A Review

Last year, I graded promos of the participants in the 1990 Royal Rumble match. It was a super fun time, but we’re not done with all the early ‘90s goodness yet. While the pre-match promos are an excellent piece of character work, the more enlightened among us would know they weren’t the only ones who went public with their thoughts on that day’s event. If you owned the Coliseum Home Video release (which I assume would be everyone), you’d see an exclusive segment where the fans in attendance give their picks on who’s going to win.

Needless to say, this is an utterly delightful segment. It’s a raw, honest look into what human beings were like at the start of the ‘90s. Years and years from now, when we’re all dead and buried, this will be in a time capsule as one of our last vestiges to a particular time in history. Also, thankfully, it’s a glimpse into the absurd mark-dom of early ’90s wrestling fans, unblemished by Internet snark and social media savvy. Their thoughts are pure and ridiculous and perfect for riffing all at once. Bless them all.

Anyway, let’s take a look and see who the masses in Orlando thought would go all the way in the Rumble 30 slappin’ years ago:

The Man in Black: We start with a fairly boring young man who thinks The Ultimate Warrior is going to win because of his strength and wrestling experience. Um, okay? About as basic and unimaginative as his opinion is his fashion sense. Entirely draped in black, could easily be mistaken for one of those goths who popped up around the mid ‘90s for the Undertaker. Also, what’s up with the Canon shoulder strap? Surely he must’ve taken some photos. I want live photos to surface of Saaphire striking Queen Sherri mid-slap. I demand it.

Potential Murder Suspect: Honestly, I don’t know whether to find this dude endearing or creepy. The tone of his voice says fun and flamboyant, but the eyes being covered by those massive sunglasses gives me the heebie jeebies. What are you hiding from us, my dear sir? Anyway, he says Hulk Hogan will win because of his 24-inch pythons. His next TV appearance, I’m guessing, was on America’s Most Wanted.

Fighting Frat Bros: So next we get two guys who just came from the nearest keg party to argue over whether Hogan or Warrior will win. I’m not sure if the producers forced them to do this to hype WrestleMania VI, but I will say you can’t possibly script some frat dude saying the Warrior will win because he’s “a monster wrestler.” The pro-Hogan one of the pair argues the Hulkster will because of, you guessed it, his 24-inch pythons. People in 1990 were really fascinated with the pythons. Neither bro is the star of this bit, however. That honor instead belongs to the the clueless dude in the Bret Hart shirt behind them looking totally befuddled and seems to have wandered to the Orlando Arena by accident. What a gem.

Most Hated Woman in America: Literally all this women says is that Mr. Perfect is gonna win the Rumble to get absolutely crapped on by everyone around her. She was then presumably disowned by her family off-camera. Also, she’s wearing a Hulkamania shirt as she says this and it’s like, um, sis, whose side are you really on? The chorus of boos is led by a tie-dye clad fellow who seems to be under the impression he’s attending a Grateful Dead concert.

Smarky Smarks: Ugh. Look at these smug little shits. You just know they get off telling all the marks about the latest Meltzer scoops from the Wrestling Observer. Give it 10 years and these would probably be the same dudes on the Net ranting about how Taka Michinoku and Dean Malenko should be main eventing WrestleMania, could wrestle The Rock out of his boots, blah blah blah. They pick Mr. Perfect to win because of course they do.

Our Lady Peace: Wait, who’s this? Who is this sentient being arisen from hairspray and cigarette ash? She swoops in with the fervent call of I’M SORRY TO DISAGREE WITH YA that immediately swallows our smark bros whole. She asserts that Jake The Snake is going to win. This queen has rescued us from their nauseating self-satisfaction with her tried and true Jake fandom. Ma’am, if you’re still bopping around south Florida somewhere, you’re a hero. Maybe you still think Jake is gonna win the Rumble, I don’t know. We’ll always have this document of your good deeds to remember you by.

Bill Eadie’s #1 Fan: Easily the most random pick comes from this gentleman who, um, picks Demolition Axe because “he’s the only one that can beat Andre The Giant.” His friend appears to be on the verge of laughter. I can’t tell if this is a deliberate troll job by these dudes or what. Funnily enough, I could actually see Bill Eadie with some sort of cult following amongst smart fans who knew of his extensive pre-Demolition career, but as our Rumble winner? Come on now.

Hit Girl: So this youngster picks Bret Hart because “he’s really neat and has a good chance.” This is chilling to watch. She has no idea how hard her hero will disappoint her. He will fail, having his elimination barely on-camera. Her world view will become jaded. Years later, she will enact revenge on him and orchestrate the Montreal Screwjob. If you’re looking for the real mastermind behind it all, look no further. Vince was just the fall guy.

Shady Lady: This woman, who appears to have stolen Gorilla Monsoon’s glasses, predicts Roddy Piper is gonna win because “he’s got great legs, even if he does wear a skirt.” We’ll need to unpack this. First off, I really want to know how Piper’s gorgeous gams will lead him to victory, although if he came there to chew gum and kick some ass, the legs may help him out with that. Then, in the second bit of that statement, she suddenly turns heel. Even if he does wear a skirt? Is that shade? Did she take notes from Bobby Heenan? To go from thirsting after Hot Rod to dragging him in a single promo is some legend shit. The Attitude Era began right here.

Silver Fox: Wait, so this guy clearly works at the arena, right? Look at how he’s dressed. There’s a name tag there but, alas, the Orlando sun leaves me unable to read it. Anyway, he thinks “Jimmy Superfly” is gonna win because “he is the best.” And then he does a hilariously pathetic Jimmy Snuka impersonation, which I can only assume was so awful that he was fired from his Orlando Arena job later that day.

Pretty Fly for a White Guy: This guy never stops to catch his breath at any point during this bit. It kinda stresses me out. He thinks Randy Savage will win because the Royal Rumble is named after royalty and the only king is Savage himself. Clever reasoning, my dude! He then holds up a piece of abstract art resembling a sign. It’s supposed to depict Sherri, but we only get Sherri’s eyes looking directly into our souls. Fans in the early ‘90s were avant-guard trailblazers in their own way.

Saaphire’s #1 Fan: This child picks Dusty Rhodes to win because “he’s got a really good manager.” That manager, as if I need to remind you, is Saaphire, who isn’t a manager and is actually a crazed Dusty fan who was picked from relative obscurity. It’s so easy to mock this, but I appreciate the pure innocence in his answer. Plus, I like the idea that Saaphire has this amazing wrestling savvy to bring Dusty to the winner’s circle. Did you know that Saaphire invented the Canadian Destroyer and the Spanish Fly?

And that’s a wrap. Woof, what a segment. They don’t make ‘em like this anymore. So, who do you think will win this year’s Royal Rumble? I’m picking Demolition Axe. After all, he’s the only one that can beat Brock Lesnar.

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Ignite The Fire

Chapter 19- Before Contract Signing

We were in Indianapolis for the week. This week was the last two shows before Wrestlemania. I will tell you about the match I was seeing. It was not worth being happy about. I stood in the back glaring at the monitor screen. Growling under my breath. I hated what I was seeing. Mike Rowe spoke," Here is your winner...Seth Rollins!!". Corey, Michael, and Renee commentated on how well Seth did against Elias. He did good, just wasn't too happy that he won. Michael Cole spoke" Later tonight Seth and Finn will be both in the ring to sign their contract for Sunday", Renee Young added," Let's see how all that goes down later tonight". Kayla walked up to me and said" Excuse me Ryleigh", I turned to her and said" Yes Kayla?", with a smile. Kayla continued" What are your thoughts on how well Seth performed out there tonight", I spoke" Kayla, I despise Seth Rollins, I despise the whole Beast Slayer and King Slayer. I despise the whole Burn It Down chant. From what I saw out there tonight from Seth, I guarantee you that we will have a new Champion Sunday", Kayla replied" If Seth does become the new Universal Champion, will that change your mind about him?", I responded," We will just have to wait and see what happens".

Kayla thanked me for my time with her and I walked away. I had other business that I needed to take care of. RAW still have two hours left to go. Plus Seth and Finn had their contract signing later tonight. I stopped in the hallway to talk to Becky before her match against Carmella. Becky spoke" Trying to keep yourself on the down-low with the whole Rollins thing?", I replied" I am going to need a Dis Arm Her from you if I can't", Becky responded," I got you covered". I gave her a thumbs up and let her get on her way. Since her match was next. Seth had walked in the back and walked passed me. He nodded his head to me and smiled. I smiled back and then looked around to make sure no one was around to see. Seth walked over and stood in front of me and said" You are such a horrible boss. I heard what you said about me to Kayla", I spoke," MM I'll make you eat those words tonight pretty boy". Seth bit his tongue and nodded his head. He rubbed my cheek with his thumb. Seth and I talked for a little and he went on his way. He had to get ready and get rested for the contract signing later tonight. Because who knew what was going to happen between Finn and him.

Finn still had his match coming up here soon. He had to go against Cesaro tonight. That's how the signing is going to go. Get them both all wore out and tired then nothing major will happened with the contract. Seem like a simple enough plan. Right?? I hoped that it would work out like that at least. I had a feeling that it probably would not work out like the way that I want it to go. I watched as everyone passed by me. It felt so lonely because I could not be around Seth as much as I wanted to. Becky was out in the ring fighting, so I did not have my best friend with me. I just shrugged it off and kept everything to myself like I do everything. Becky's match had just finished and she made it back to the locker room. I decide to let her rest up before going to talk to her. That is if I got a chance to talk to her again tonight.

Finn's match was next. He went out to the crowd cheering and booing him at the same time. I heard Mike Rowe say" The Universal Champion.....Finn Balor!!". I kept thinking he may not be the Universal Champion for long. Cesaro came out on his point and made it to the ring. The match went along as it was supposed to. The winner of the match ended up being Finn. Good both won their matches tonight. Going into Sunday all confident that they will win. Before that can happen we have to have the contract signed to make it official. Because if no contract, no match. Then millions of people would be upset about it. I mean I would because I want a championship that I can co-own also. Haha.

I dusted myself off and made sure that I still looked presentable. Aspen touched me up some. Our staff came by and said that the table, chairs, and the book were out there. I told thank you for letting me know and they went about their way. I breathed and started walking towards the front. Before I walked out, I stop and took a moment to think. I knew something was going to happen tonight. I hoped that I would not get caught in the middle of it. I walked up the stairs and I heard Mike Rowe starting to announce my name.

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Smackdown Live 4/2/19 Review

We started the night with a new installment of the Kevin Owens Show, with Randy Orton and AJ Styles. Owens confronted Orton about his interference in the match last week, and Orton simply said that no one wanted to see Styles vs. Kurt Angle. Styles responded by saying that the RKO is the only move he knows. Orton again insulted Styles’ indie roots, saying that he was just wrestling in high school gyms, the same argument he always had. Styles then brought up Orton’s drug suspensions, which seemed to bother him a lot. Orton completely ignored that point, saying that Styles wasn’t in WWE because he wasn’t good enough, and that he is the new corporate bitch now that Cena is gone. Owens then just walked out of the ring, as the two started to brawl. Orton countered the Phenomenal forearm with an RKO, and Styles stayed on the mat.

Grade: B+. Even though this was really just a rehash of what they have done the past few weeks, it is entertaining, and I like it. it is a personal feud, Randy seems into it, and I think they can put on a great match. I’m looking forward to it, probably the most out of the non-title matches.

Next was an 8-man tag, pitting the Usos, Ricochet and Aleister Black against The Bar, Shinsuke Nakamura and Rusev. Seeing Ricochet and Cesaro start out the match really made me think about the sheer amount of raw talent in this match. I mean, at least 6 out of 8 of these guys are amazing wrestlers, and I would argue that all of them are above average. The match didn’t have much to it, but there was a fun finisher fest, and the Usos got the pin on Rusev. But after the match, Alexa Bliss showed up, and announced that all of these teams will be against each other for the Smackdown Tag Team Championships at Wrestlemania. They brawled, and Ricochet and Aleister Black stood tall as usual.

Grade: B. Oddly fun match. Reminded me of the multi man matches of New Japan. Plus, I was hoping that the Smackdown Tag Team Championships would have a match, but it should have been to unify them with the Raw belts. Should be pretty fun though.

The Iiconics then came out to address their match on Sunday, basically running down the normal “we can pin anyone to win the belts.” I really like them on the main roster, they are having a lot more success than they did in NXT, and I like them a lot. I don’t think, nor really want them to win, but if they did I wouldn’t be heartbroken.

In an interesting booking choice, the Miz took on SAnitY in a 3 on 1 handicap match. Glad to see those guys again, but they really should be in the fatal 4-way rather than Black and Ricochet, just because Black and Ricochet are already in a wrestlemania weekend match. Before the match, Miz cut a promo saying that his match is about proving that he is a good family man, and proving that he is a better man than Shane McMahon. Shane McMahon came out to start the match himself. Miz was doing quite well, but Shane then announced that the handicap match was also falls count anywhere. Miz then brawled with his opponents through the crowd, backstage and eventually outside, before smashing Eric Young’s head with a cart and pinning him for the win.

Grade: D. The action was fine, but there was no reason for the Miz to win here. I get keeping him strong, but beating a three man team in a no DQ match? That is too much, especially when two of his opponents are pretty big guys. This was an absolute burial of SAnitY, and it made them look like shit. They used to be dangerous, but the Miz kicked their asses the entire match. I just can’t stand that. Miz should be an underdog, but he looks like he will definitely win on Sunday. But maybe that is what we are supposed to think.

Then, Becky Lynch emerged from a cop car and cut a promo on top of the announce table. She recounted her previous year, about how it seemed like Rousey and Flair were going to take the main event of Wrestlemania 35, but she was able to throw a wrench into those plans and become the champion that she was meant to be. She gave a rousing (no pun intended) speech about how she was going to go to wrestlemania as a bit of an underdog, but with all the love of the fans. Then she dropped her Mic, and took in the applause.

Grade: B-. Becky’s writing has gone downhill for a while now, but she is still a pretty good anti-hero. She is charismatic enough to draw people to her, and she is still a pretty interesting underdog. She is hot as hell right now, and the fans want her to win really really bad.

Then, we had an 18 person mixed tag team match, pitting Carmella, Asuka, Naomi, Nikki Cross, Heavy Machinery, R-Truth and the Hardy’s against Lana, Sonya Deville, Mandy Rose, Zelina Vega, Andrade, EC3, The Good Brothers and Shelton Benjamin. Lacy Evans had a cameo in the very beginning of the match, and it was basically a greatest hits match. Otis hit the caterpillar, R-Truth and Carmella had a seven second dance break. Everyone started to brawl and the match was thrown out, and they did that over-the-top-rope fight thing that they do before the rumble and stuff. Otis was being creepy towards Rose at one point, jiggling around before being thrown out by Shelton Benjamin. Nikki Cross acted crazy, and even attacked Benjamin, taking him out of the ring. Asuka was the last woman standing, aiding Jeff Hardy by attacking EC3, making those two the “winners.” Then Asuka threw Jeff over the top, to make a point I think?

Grade: D-. I like greatest hits, and I like that they actually used the people in the Battle Royal for a match, rather than having a weird lumberjack stip. But I still don’t really care about the battle royal.

Samoa Joe then came out for a match against Ali. I fucking hate that they took his first name, Mustafa Ali was an awesome name and that is how he became a star on 205 Live. He and Andrade have been robbed. It is only a matter of time before Aleister Black just becomes Aleister. Anyway, the two had a strike based match. Joe rolled out of the way of a 450 splash and locked in the Coquina Clutch for the win.

Grade: B. Decent match for how short it was. If it had more time then it could’ve been a great match. Looking forward to the US Championship match.

And in the main event, we had the contract signing for the WWE Championship match. Rowan was flanking Daniel Bryan, while Xavier Woods and Big E backed up Kofi. The crowd was super into Kofi, chanting straight through Daniel Bryan’s promo. Bryan told the crowd to never become complacent like Kofi had, and told them not to sit on the sidelines of your own life. He said that Kofi waited until he was handed an opportunity. The crowd had none of it. Kofi then stood up and said that he watched Daniel Bryan become the WWE Champion. He never minded that he didn’t have a 1 on 1 WWE Championship match because he was a company man. He didn’t complain, because it wasn’t his time, but now is his time. He said that Bryan knows what comes next in this tale, because Bryan lived it. He said that Bryan was scared, and rightfully so. Kofi then signed the contract, and they squared off to end the show.

Grade: A. Kofi is cutting the promos of his life, Bryan is the perfect cocky and insulting heel. What could be better? The fans are firmly behind Kofi at this point, and he needs to win at Wrestlemania. I don’t know how much of this push was supposed to go to Mustafa Ali (I refuse to just call him Ali) but it is definitely benefitting Kofi much more. Any other year, I would have loved to see this in the main event.

Overall Grade: B+, on the weaker side.

Pros: Opening Promo; 8-man tag; Becky Promo; Joe vs. Ali; Contract Signing

Cons: SAnitY burial; mixed tag match

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The last stop before Wrestlemania is here and you can check out what happened during this event below. This is WWE Fastlane.

Kickoff Show

New Day vs SHinsuke Nakamura and Rusev is a match that makes absolutely no sense. We do get to see this match during the kickoff show and it feels to be a match to fill some time on screen.

Interestingly enough, by the time this match takes place, the crowd is already in the arena so it doesn’t feel like a match with no crowd at all. Of course, the WWE feels like this is a worthless match too, because they keep interrupting with backstage videos and conversations.

This match simply reminds me of the good old times when Nakamura was in NXT. I want those times to be back. Please don’t mess with Aleister Black and Ricochet too…Of course, in the end, we see The New Day defeating Rusev. Let’s just keep burying him.

Main Show

SmackDown Tag Team Championship Match

I just can’t get used to a babyface Miz. We need Miz to have his heel-turn sooner rather than later.

This match focused on attacking Shane. The Usos started failing and getting hit all the time, but as soon as they hit one punch, everything changed. We saw them making their great twin-combinations during this match.

At one point, Miz gets a double super kick and Shane saves him, but he remains inside the ring fighting until he gets taken out. At this point the referee paid attention to Shane while Miz hit his finisher and started the count, but the referee took a couple of seconds to start that count.

Will we see The Miz turning on Shane later on?

Right after this, Miz was going to be hit, but Shane saved him with a Coast to Coast against a flying Uso, hitting him mid-air and turning this into an amazing match. Now Miz tries to hit a Frog Splash but the Usos defend against it and pin him.

Of course, in the end Shane turns on Miz attacking him and his father. This is awesome!

SmackDown Women’s Championship Match

Mandy Rose comes with her friend Sonya Deville to the match, but will this be enough to beat Asuka? We certainly don’t think so.

Mandy has come up a lot since moving to the main roster. Her wrestling skill has improved significantly during this time. This doesn’t mean she is ready to take on Asuka. The entire match feels like Asuka just playing cat vs mouse and playing with her food.

Asuka wins after Mandy slips on the mat because of Sonya’s mistake.

WWE Championship Match

We see The New Day asking Vince McMahon to add Kofi to the WWE Championship match. He agrees and sends Kofi Kingston to the match.

At the time Kofi is in the ring, they announce the WWE Championship match will take place later on. Now we have a Handicap Match for Kofi against The Bar.

Handicap Match

How will Kofi do it? This is a handicap against The Bar, both at the same time, not a 1 vs tag, a 1 vs 2. The Bar is brutalizing Kofi. I can’t even understand why Kofi didn’t just tap out early in the match. He won’t be in shape for the title match.

In the end, it was obvious that he wasn’t going to win. But not only did Kofi get destroyed, his friends tried to help him and also got attacked by their opponents from the Kickoff show. The New Day was destroyed.

RAW Tag Team Triple Threat Championship Match

Let’s be clear here. Ricochet and Aleister have two of the best entrances in WWE. On the other side, Chad Gable doesn’t fit in that “Glorious” persona. The Revival is the only real team here.

This match was everything we’d expect from a triple threat tag team match. Dynamic, everyone having their moment. In the end, the champions retained, but got hit by Roode, Aleister and Ricochet. I don’t understand why this happened, because even the music at the end wasn’t Revival’s, it was Aleister’s.

Fatal Four Way US Championship Match

This is a great match. To some extent, we may believe it is an easy one for Samoa; however, the agility and speed of his opponents is going to be key to get that title.

We see a super fast match with everyone going with everything they have. Joe seems to be slower than everyone else, but that’s something we’d expect to happen. Keep an eye on Rey Mysterio. He is, after all, a wrestling legend, and he is ready to prove why.

We see a super hurracarrana being hit to Andrade. Zelina and Carmella get into a fight ringside. In the end, Rey hits a 619 on Samoa Joe, but Joe ends up putting Rey to sleep to retain the belt.

Women’s Tag Team Championship Match

The first title defense for the inaugural champions. They will fight against Nia Jax and Tamina.

Let’s be honest here. I got bored of this event after Kofi’s handicap match. The US Championship match was good, though, but overall, the event has been rather sleep-inducing.

We see Nia and Tamina hitting the champs with everything, and Bayley defending the belts with her life. Tamina was one of the powerhouses from SmackDown; however, I see a really weak version herself now. Easy to take down, easy to get her to miss. Not only is Tamina really bad as compared to her former self, Nia wasn’t even able to stand still when Tamina threw Sasha’s body to her for a Samoan Drop.

Then, it was Tamina’s time. Sasha threw herself from the corner to ringside, Nia was standing and holding her, but Tamina fell to the ground. This is disappointing from the challengers. Bayley ends up pinning Nia Jax to retain and this is the first time in which the challengers actually fight. This is boring!

Now that they are finally fighting, Beth Phoenix gets in there to defend Bayley. She hits Tamina and gets destroyed by the team. Natalya comes in to help but is annihilated as well. This is the birth of a new tag team for the division. Interesting how the most entertaining piece of this match was after it was over.

WWE Championship Part 2

We still have a triple threat match. First one coming to the ring has the best intro music of them: Kevin Owens. We truly missed him these months he was away. Second one is, interestingly enough, the champion, Daniel Bryan. What an awful belt!

The last entry in the match: Mustafa Ali! This is awesome!

The crowd is yelling to get Kofi Kingston. “We want Kofi!”. We do. I’m glad Mustafa Ali is here, though. I hate Daniel Bryan. This “Champion of the World” persona is stupid. Erick Rowan is being masterfully misused here as well.

The match itself is interesting. Kevin Owens brings some spice to the match. Mustafa brings amazing speed and Bryan is the perfect heel. All three of them have their moments in the match, unfortunately, the way Mustafa was introduced made the crowd not like him. People wanted Kofi. This is unfair hate against Ali.

I love how Kevin Owens brought the Stone Cold Stunner back. We see a fighting Ali, an interference by Erick Rowan, and Daniel Bryan retaining. No surprise here, besides Mustafa’s return.

Charlotte Flair vs Becky Lynch

We know how this all came to be. Lana was injured during the Royal Rumble match of her husband. She couldn’t enter the Women’s Royal Rumble and Becky took her place. Becky defeated Charlotte to earn a championship match at Wrestlemania either against Asuka or Ronda Rousey. Becky chose Ronda. She got suspended and the opportunity was handed to Charlotte. Now, Becky must re-earn her Wrestlemania match, but as a third entry there, turning it into a Triple Threat match.

Do you see why this is unfair?

The match starts with so much trash talk that it hurts. It doesn’t look like Becky will be able to win this time. She needs to pin or get Charlotte to tap out, it isn’t as easy as throwing her out of the ring.

Charlotte puts Becky in a half-crab position and for some odd reason, it doesn’t seem as if it hurt that much. You’d expect different signs of suffering when someone is hurting your injured knee. Is this injury real?

We see Charlotte dominating by inflicting damage to Becky’s knee. But when the figure 4 is ready, Ronda Rousey comes in, attacks Becky and gets her to Wrestlemania. Thank you Ronda!

This is the face of someone who accomplished what they wanted.

This isn’t.

Intermediate-ish

Elias plays a song. Lacey Evans appears, Randy Orton RKO’s Elias, AJ Styles hits the Phenomenal Forearm on Randy. The most enjoyable pieces of Fastlane have been outside matches. Interesting.

.@RandyOrton and @AJStylesOrg have appeared from out of nowhere caused MAYHEM at #WWEFastlane! pic.twitter.com/SxjAmenf26

— WWE (@WWE) March 11, 2019

Main Event: One Last Time

The Shield’s last run is here. The crowd went crazy when they came back together to the ring. I wish this match was a tornado tag instead of a normal teams match. Still, this is rather good, and even against their differences, The Shield is working like the first day they were together. Flawlessly.

This wasn’t supposed to be easy. Drew McIntyre was able to stop Seth Rollins, and following him, his team was able to decimate The Shield. We almost saw a defeat for the faces, but Dean Ambrose was able to evade getting counted out and pinned.

We see action everywhere, this is crazy! Ringside we have Dean and Seth against Drew and Bobby Lashley, in the ring we have Roman against Baron Corbin. This is exactly what we were expecting.

The match went out of control and the referee isn’t even counting anything anymore. This is sports entertainment for sure. Seth hit the curb-stomp on one of the announcement tables, roman a spear ringside, then the triple bomb to Drew through the announce table.

In the end, Roman Reigns pins Baron Corbin and The Shield says goodbye with a victory.

This was a good run for The Shield. I know I won’t be the only one missing them as a team. Many people have been hating on Roman Reigns and The Shield for a long time, but tonight, everyone in the arena cheered for them. That’s not a reaction you get for anyone. This was great and we now have to wait and see whenever a new dominating stable appears to feel this way again.

Now on to the “Greatest Stage of them All”, Wrestlemania!

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A Vow

SQUEE!! I feel like I’ve been working on this for DECADES when in reality it’s only been a few weeks, but IT’S FINALLY DONE! So here you are! I proudly present my latest creation, inspired by all the time shit happens and WWE likes to pretend Seth and Roman have never met and wouldn’t run out to defend each other.

Enjoy.

It’s all because of a promise.

A stupid promise, actually. A goddamn piece of shit horse crap fucking dumb promise.

It happened the week after Elimination Chamber. Roman had waited until Raw ended and they’d both signed autographs and taken selfies with the fans; after they’d gotten something to eat, showered, and settled in to bed at the hotel, taking a few minutes to simply come down from the day’s craziness and enjoy being in each other’s arms.

“I need you to do something for me,”

Much to Seth’s disappointment, he could tell whatever was about to be discussed wasn’t at all sexual, which was perplexing because aside from something dirty Seth truly couldn’t imagine what his lover would need to talk about. He could tell it was important though, from the way Roman had pulled back enough from their embrace to look him in the eye.

Seth let out a slow breath, frowning a bit as he finally responded.

“Okay…”

“I know things are starting to pick up for both of us at work,” Roman began, “Especially after tonight, our paths for Mania are becoming clearer.”

Seth nodded. Ever since he’d won the Elimination Chamber Roman had been getting ready for his match against Brock Lesnar, calling the other man out for not being around and arguing with Paul Heyman while Seth was heading into a feud for the Intercontinental Championship with Finn Balor and the Miz. Of course a small part of him wished he was the one going for the Universal title, but he was also beyond proud of his man for winning a title shot at Wrestlemania. Plus, this way they could both leave the Grandest Stage of Them All as champions (and maybe indulge in a longtime fantasy of fucking with nothing but the belts on).

“There’s gonna be a lot of shit starting,” the Samoan continued, “You know as well as I do Lesnar isn’t gonna let that title go without a dog fight, and I wanna take as much pleasure as I can ripping it from his hands-” he let out a small laugh as his boyfriend surged forward, kissing him deeply.

“I like when you talk like that,” Seth murmured against his lips, clearly not the least bit sorry for interrupting, “It’s sexy as hell,”

“You’re sexy as hell,” Roman returned, dropping another quick kiss before pulling back and blurting, “You can’t help.”

“What?” Instantly Seth’s arms fell from their position around his shoulders while his face filled with confusion and a bit of hurt, “What the hell does that mean?”

“You can’t come out and back me up,” Roman elaborated, reaching for the other man’s hands as he tried to explain, “Look, we both know this thing is gonna get ugly- it already is. This is something that started over three years ago and never really got proper closure. Don’t,” he put a finger to Seth’s mouth as it began to open, already aware of what he was about to say and having no desire to go over it again. They’d had many discussions both in private and with Ambrose since Seth’s cash in at Mania 31, and the event and Seth’s betrayal in its entirety was a thing of the past. Hell, Roman and Dean had even admitted that, personal issues aside, the move was pretty fucking epic.

“You know what I mean. It’s only gonna get worse from here. You know how tired I am of having a champion that’s never around- I’m gonna do everything I can to make the rest of the locker room and the fans see it that way too.”

Seth nodded, still unsure of why this meant he needed to apparently not get involved. He was completely on board with everything Roman said. Shit, so was a good percentage of the locker room. Even if some of their coworkers weren’t Roman’s biggest fans and hadn’t wanted him to win the Elimination Chamber, they were ready for a champion that actually showed up on a regular basis.

“And you know I’m with you all the way,” Seth promised.

“I know, baby. And you know that means the world to me,” Roman pecked the smaller man’s nose before continuing, “But this has to be something I do on my own.”

“…alright,” Rollins let out a small sigh but relented with a nod. It made sense that Roman wanted to do this without help and Seth fully believed he could and would, so while it sucked it wasn’t too ridiculous to suggest. Plus, since Dean’s injury nearly two and a half months ago the reboot of The Shield had been placed on hold and he and Roman were doing the singles thing anyway. “I won’t come out for the match,”

Roman frowned. The other man wasn’t getting his meaning and it broke his heart to actually say it out loud.

“Seth, you can’t come out at all,” he corrected, “No promos, no matches, nothing. And you can’t come defend me if anything goes south. Even if I’m getting my ass handed to me.”

“Wait a minute, you’re saying if Lesnar gets the upper hand and starts beating the shit out of you, I can’t come out?” Seth demanded, pulling away to glare at the other man, “What if he has back-up, Roman? Or Heyman makes some sort of deal and he’s got people backstage? They’re both so far up Vince’s ass you know he’ll give them whatever they ask for. What, I’m just supposed to stay back and watch you get hurt? That’s bullshit.”

“I have to do this my way. This is a two-man game, Seth. Him and me- that’s it. Nobody else can be involved.”

Seth cocked an eyebrow, “What about Heyman?” he questioned, causing Roman to shake his head.

“Heyman might be an asset at times, but at the end of the day there’s only two people in the ring,” he replied, “When Lesnar gets taken out, it has to be by my hands alone.”

“So what, this is all for your pride?” Seth scoffed, unable to believe what he was hearing, “Roman, come on!”

“It’s more than just my pride, Seth! It’s my dignity, my livelihood; it’s everything I’ve ever stood for!” Roman exclaimed, “It’s about a rivalry that’s gone on for years and finally proving once and for all who’s top dog around here. This is for me, it’s for you, it’s for Dean, our families, the fans, and everyone in that locker room!” his volume lowered significantly, eyes pleading for the man before him to understand, “This is about what’s right and proving that title still has value and holding it stands for something bigger than just one person. This is what we do, Seth. We fight because it’s what we love and because it means something,” he reached forward, grateful when his boyfriend didn’t yank his hands away again, “I have to do this.”

Seth grimaced down at the bed sheets. “If Dean were here-” he began, only for Roman to cut him off.

“Nothing would change,” he interrupted calmly, “I plan on telling him the same thing when I talk to him next. Whether he comes by to visit or gets cleared early, nobody else can get involved. Not you, Dean, the twins, anybody,” Roman let out a small breath. “I know this is gonna be brutal,” he promised, “Lesnar wants to break Punk’s streak and putting an end to that isn’t gonna come without a little pain. But I’m ready.” He leaned forward, letting their foreheads rest together.

“I have to do this,” he whispered, “It’s time.”

The entire situation blows, basically. Especially because Seth knows he can’t fault him for a word he said and what’s more, if the roles were reversed, Roman would respect his wishes and stay back. Hell, he already did when Seth had been fighting with Finn Balor for the very same belt years prior.

“I fucking hate you, Roman Reigns,” he pouts, finally allowing their eyes to meet again and making the other man laugh.

“I know,” he promises fondly, “But you love me too.”

“Yeah,” Seth leans forward to meet him for another kiss, “I really do.”

…

As expected, the promise sucks.

At first it seems like maybe fulfilling Roman’s wishes won’t be too difficult since Brock is never around. There’s much less of a chance for something to go south when it’s just back and forth with Heyman on the mic. Seth does get heated after Vince suspends Roman from Raw the following week, but he holds his tongue when the Samoan assures him it’ll be fine.

“They’re not used to someone calling them out,” Roman says patiently while packing up his belongings in the locker room. “It’s understandable. Not acceptable, but understandable. They’ll figure it out, even if I have to force the point,” He leans forward to peck Seth’s lips twice. “I’ll meet you back at the hotel. See if I can get us an upgrade to something with a Jacuzzi tub to celebrate you kicking Finn’s ass.”

…

But when US Marshalls appear the week after and put Roman in handcuffs, Seth isn’t so comfortable anymore. And when Brock comes out and attacks him with his hands bound, things get ugly backstage as well.

“HE CAN’T USE HIS FUCKING HANDS!” Seth shouts, unable to understand why no one else is as upset as he is about the situation. “And they’ve got some second-rate security guards and a few refs out there? What the hell, man?!” His heart nearly breaks in two as the man he loves is put on a stretcher, a bit of comfort coming at the sight of the Beast Incarnate seemingly having his fill of unnecessary torture only to be ripped away when Lesnar apparently reconsiders and heads back towards the ring.

“Seth, try to calm down-” Sasha gives him a look of sympathy as she and a few others block the locker room door. While loving him with all his heart, Roman knew the likelihood of Seth losing his cool was high and had taken precaution and spread word to a handful of their friends in advance.

“He’s on a goddamn stretcher, dude! This isn’t okay!” the Architect exclaims, searching for some way to release his fury at the situation, “Let me out!”

Apollo frowns, “Sorry man, Roman made us promise,”

“Fuck promises! There was nothing about stretchers in the stupid promise!” Letting out another swear, Seth throws a kick against the locker’s wooden paneling. “He needs help!”

“Honey, he has to do this himself,” Nia says gently, quickly echoed by Matt Hardy.

“She speaks the truth! It is a quest indeed the Large Canine himself must complete without the aid of even his most beloved,” Matt places his hands together, tone full of serenity as he speaks with complete confidence, “Though fear not, he who seeks the Title of Intercontinents! I have foreseen this journey’s end and can guarantee that after the necessary trials and tribulations have been conquered your suitor will indeed emerge triumphant!”

For a moment the room is silent, everyone turning to stare at the self-proclaimed Woken Warrior until finally Seth snaps out of it and questions, “Who the hell even let you in here?”

(It’s once Roman is being wheeled out to the awaiting ambulance and demands Seth stay for the rest of the show that he manages to calm down a bit simply because the other man is able to speak. The only reason he doesn’t ignore the instructions and head to the hospital anyway is because Mike Kanellis agrees to go in his place and keep him updated and Roman threatens to ban Seth from his bedside.)

…

“I should never have agreed to this,” It’s the following week that Seth is once again watching chaos unfold on the locker room’s tiny television screen.

“You know as well as I do if you go out there he’d never forgive you,” Dean Ambrose’s voice barks from the cell phone speaker, “Once he makes up his mind there’s no changing it. He’s a hard head like you.”

Seth doesn’t even bother arguing. It’s a trait all three of them have in common and they know it. “Yeah well, his head is giving me an ulcer,”

“He can handle it, Uce. Look, he’s holding his own, see? Totally fine,” Rollins can almost hear his best friend grimace a minute later when Roman goes flying through the stairs. “Shit that looked painful,”

“You’re really a big help, man. I can’t say it enough,” he comments dryly.

“Suck it up, Princess. He’s taking a couple bumps, not being permanently confined to a wheelchair. Get him some ice and maybe a shot of whiskey for yourself and quit the crying.”

Seth sits forward in his folding chair and stares at the monitor intensely, his left leg bouncing with nerves, “Get up, Roman. Come on, sit up,” he murmurs, letting out a sigh of relief when the other man slowly begins to rise.

“See! What I tell ya?”

“Dean, shut the fuck up.”

…

There almost isn’t even time to panic at Wrestlemania simply because everything happens so fast.

After an endless (epic) week in New Orleans, Sunday is spent doing last minute press and getting ready until show time.

Fresh off his triple threat victory, when the finale comes Seth is beaming from ear to ear as he watches the love of his life walk out to thousands of screaming fans. It’s obvious the Big Dog isn’t super over at the moment, but to Seth it doesn’t matter if he gets the crowd reaction of Daniel Bryan or Tommaso Ciampa. Love him or hate him, Roman Reigns owns this yard and everyone watching live in Louisiana and around the world through the WWE Network is about to see why.

It isn’t easy to watch. Roman kicks ass obviously, but after the third F5 Seth can tell the battle is wearing on him. Which is expected, of course, however throughout the entire match he can’t shake the feeling that something is off. Roman is on fire as usual, but there’s something in the air Seth can’t quite describe that has him shifting the Intercontinental title over his shoulder uneasily as he watches among countless other Superstars just past gorilla position backstage.

“Fuck,” the word slips out of his mouth without warning when red begins to seep at the Samoan’s hairline, and he can’t even bring himself to care that countless higher ups are milling around to hear his profanity. It’s clear from the hushed murmur of his peers he isn’t the only one starting to get anxious.

“That’s… a lot of blood,” Bayley points out nervously, Natalya nodding in agreement from her place nearby.

“Was that spot planned?” she asks, glancing to Jimmy and Jey Uso, who both shrug, and then Seth for an answer. But the Architect can only shake his head. Everyone knows Roman isn’t the type to go for gore or special effects; he’s been raised to always showcase talent over anything else. Besides, Seth knows that every attempt to contact Brock to map out the match had gone unanswered by the self-proclaimed mayor of Suplex City.

“…he’s not moving,” Renee breaks the silence after a few more minutes when Lesnar lands another F5, this time through the announce table. Even Dean, who can be seen connected via FaceTime on the phone in her hand, is looking a bit paler than usual.

Xavior Woods shakes his head. “He’s good, he’s just taking a second to regroup,” the gamer attempts to reassure the room as well as himself, staring on.

“Yeah,” The twins force themselves to nod, backing up the sentiment, “He’s got this,”

…

To everyone’s shock, Seth doesn’t try to rush out when the ref finally counts to three. Instead he remains silent, feet slowly moving until his back hits a concrete wall, the gleaming white belt slipping as he stares ahead with a blank face.

He didn’t expect this. He was prepared for a lot of things to happen tonight, but never did the possibility even cross his mind that Roman would lose.

He wants to throw up. He wants to scream and cry and throw a fit like a child whose mother refuses to buy them candy in the grocery store. Not because he’s upset with Roman for losing, but because of the situation as a whole.

This shouldn’t have happened. It wasn’t supposed to happen. Lesnar was supposed to drop the title and go back to the UFC- that was what everyone heard. That was the plan. So something had to have changed. Except Roman would have told him if that had happened, there was no doubt in Seth’s mind. So what the hell happened out there?

The crowd of Superstars has spread out by the time the performers are arriving backstage, a handful giving Brock polite applause when he appears. The reigning champion barely spares anyone a look, shaking hands with Vince and a few other big wigs before making his way through the parted crowd, Heyman at his heels like that of an obedient Golden Retriever.

It takes a little longer for Roman to arrive, a towel in one hand soaked with blood and a look of pure defeat clear on his face. His gaze is locked on the floor, unable and unwilling to look anyone in the eye until Samoa Joe of all people slowly begins to applaud. One by one the rest of the roster joins in, as well as a large part of the crew, meeting his eyes as they shower him with respect.

Roman sucks in a breath, doing his best to hold back the tears already building. While Vince only offers a solemn nod of the head, Hunter steps forward and pulls the other man into a hug, quickly murmuring words no one else can hear before releasing him with a pat on the back and push towards his peers.

The Superstars keep it brief, offering a few words of encouragement or a clap on the shoulder as he passes. Everyone knows what it’s like to come off of a huge match on the opposite side of victory, so the rest of the talent quickly disperses to finish their own tasks and give Roman his space.

It’s Seth that meets him at the end of the line, of course, finally having snapped out of his revere when Roman reaches him. Rather than speak he simply turns to the concerned ref nearby and holds up a hand, silently asking for five minutes before having the wound examined at medical. Receiving a quick nod in response, he follows Roman to their shared locker room and twists the lock behind him, dropping the title onto his bag before letting out a breath as his back hits the door.

For a moment there’s nothing but heavy silence, a small groan slipping from Roman’s lips as he lowers himself to a plush sofa in the corner the only audible sound.

Naturally, because he’s Seth Rollins and it’s what he does, Seth speaks first.

“I love you,” he announces, taking no offense when he receives zero response from the other man’s bowed head, “There’s a lot more I want to say, and we both know I will eventually, but right now I’m just gonna say that I love you and I’m here and that’s never gonna change.”

A few beats pass before Roman opens his eyes, face rising as Seth crosses the room and crouches down in front of him. Rollins holds back a sob when their gazes connect. The other man’s face is the picture of a broken human being. A few tears have escaped and roll down his cheeks, devastation and frustration and humiliation just a few of the emotions radiating from his person.

“I didn’t know,” Roman’s voice is garbled, thick with physical and emotional exhaustion when he finally speaks, “They changed their mind and nobody told me. He was coming down the ramp when the ref pulled me aside.” He shakes his head, almost as if he himself can’t believe the situation. “I didn’t know,”

And because he isn’t sure what else can be done in this type of scenario, Seth just pulls him into his arms and lets him cry.

…

As much as he wants to believe the worst is over, Seth knows once Mania ends things aren’t going to ease up any time soon. The Greatest Royal Rumble is announced to be taking place in Saudi Arabia in just three weeks time, including a Wrestlemania rematch for the Universal Championship inside of a cell.

By now Roman is over his sad phase. He isn’t the type to feel sorry for himself anyway, but he has moments of weakness from time to time like anyone else because he’s human. Once those are over though, it’s back to protecting his yard and being the warrior everyone knows him to be.

And of course, now more fired up than ever, he’s also hellbent on Seth still staying out of it. Luckily Brock doesn’t show up (shocker) until the Raw before the Rumble, and even then somehow things manage not to get out of hand. So it isn’t as difficult.

Then they go to Saudi Arabia.

Don’t get him wrong, Seth totally loves the UAE. The cities are beautiful, the culture is incredible, and the people and the fans they meet are the best.

But some complete and total horse shit goes down at the Greatest Royal Rumble.

It’s not confusing. There’s not a debate. The rules announced before the match clearly state the first contestant’s feet to hit the floor is the winner.

Roman’s feet hit the floor first.

No ifs, ands, or buts about it. It’s on freaking film.

But of course, by sheer coincidence and one of the only recorded times in history, the ref makes the wrong call.

Naturally, Seth is livid. He manages to remain in the back, but the locker room is rather impressed with the extensive vocabulary of curse words he throws out. Titus O’Neal even quietly reminds him they are indeed in a foreign country as guests and trying to make a good impression not just as a company but as individuals, so he does lower his volume slightly, but his peers still wear masks of surprise at his vast collection of swears.

Roman doesn’t even know how to react. He’s so exhausted at this point, between the physicality of the match and the mental fatigue, not to mention their bodies are all thrown off by the time difference, all they can do when they return to the hotel is exchange a few tender kisses and pass out in bed.

…

The following day on Raw, when they make the announcement that they won’t be reversing the call, everyone expects an encore of the previous evening’s tirade but Seth can’t even muster up the energy. Like Roman, he’s tired. He’s very, very tired. Hell, by now he’s barely surprised.

He does get pissed off when Bobby Lashley and Braun Strowman of all people get to run out and help defend Roman, and that they get to tag with him against Owens, Zayn, and Jinder. Because yeah, Seth gets that he’s doing his thing with Miz and Finn and the IC title and it’s epic, but he hasn’t completely forgotten Roman exists. Like seriously, Braun Strowman? Didn’t Roman try to run him over with an ambulance a while back?

But of course Braun didn’t make a promise to stay in the back and the man adores any excuse to beat the shit out of someone, so when management calls for him to head out and assist the Big Dog he doesn’t have to think twice.

Damn semantics.

…

It’s clear by now Brock won’t be dropping the belt any time soon, no matter what happens. Not until he beats and seemingly erases Punk’s record from the history books, outcome of the matches be damned. Management won’t allow any other result as a possibility. It’s crap and it’s unfair, not just to Roman but to the entire locker room and the fans, but they can’t change anything. So really, they might as well not waste time crying about it.

All they can do is show up every day and do their best to put on an amazing show for the fans time and time again and have as much fun as possible in the process. That’s why they got into this business in the first place: because they love what they do. Not because of notoriety or fame or ugly red belts, but because it makes people happy, makes them feel alive, and because it’s so much fun every single time.

Every night they lay in bed, almost unable to tell whose limbs belong to whom in the tangled mess under hotel sheets, bodies pressed tight up against one another, they make sure to remember that.

When the time is right, Roman will get his turn with the Universal championship; whether that’s next week, next month, or ten years from now, it’ll happen. And it’ll be the ride of a lifetime and Seth will be the first one out to the ring to celebrate.

Until then, at the end of the day, they have each other.

And as it happens, compared to that, the glory of a title is practically insignificant.

fin.

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Part OF ME!

Chapter 6

She turned and locked eyes with him. “I'd rather be loved by a demon than be your safe place when you only come to me when you’re unhappy, you flirt with me when she's pissed you off, right now you’re the demon Finn and Bálor is the one showing me kindness.” (Y/N) said. He froze and she shook her head looking at him. “I’m the one yer callin’ a demon.” Finn growled. She went back to him and looked at him. “I’m calling you the demon Finn, I’m saying you’ve let that…No you didn’t let I say you wanted to do it if you were the man that I’ve known or the man I thought you to be then this would’ve never happened.” (Y/N) said.

He grabbed her arm and she went to slap him and then it was Bálor she was looking at. “Go.” Bálor said. Was it possible that it was true that something had happened and they were switched somehow? Could that even happen? She went back in and everyone heard the yell that came next. She saw him come in and he locked eyes with her. Seth her ever constant shadow put his hand on her shoulder. “I don’t like the way he’s looking at you.” Seth whispered. “I don’t either, Seth can we go talk please like I have to go I can’t stay here.” (Y/N) said. He nodded and they got their stuff leaving. Nia looked at Dean and he nodded to Finn who was in the corner doing his usual workout. Nia went over and Bayley stopped her.

“I’d let him cool off ok, he’s not in a great mood.” Bayley said. “I’m not either considering our friend just left upset.” Nia said. “I don’t think it will be a good idea Nia please just worry about (Y/N), she’s the one that’s having the hardest time.” Bayley said. They went back to working out and left Finn alone. When they all left he was still there. Seth sat with her at a little coffee shop. (Y/N) was shaking and he hated to see her so upset. He hated that Finn had upset her yet again but she would tell Seth that he was worth it. “I don’t know what to do Seth, I don’t want to give up but I think that it’s the best thing for me to do.” (Y/N) said.

Seth looked at her and took her hand that was on the table. “I don’t think you should, I want you too but I don’t what you to do it because he’s pushed you too it this has to be all your decision.” Seth said. “I don’t know any more Seth I mean what am I supposed to do?” (Y/N) said. “Do you have a match tonight?” Seth asked. “I have a tag match with Finn tonight, any guesses as that’s going to go?” (Y/N) asked. “He’s just come back so he’s not fucking up anything plus you won’t have to deal with him next week.” Seth said. She nodded and realized that all she had to do was get passed that night and she would be ok.

He felt bad for knowing what that night was going to be. He had to hurt her and with the way her head was going to be at then it was going to be bad. “(Y/N), isn’t tonight’s match against me and Sasha?” Seth asked. “Yea to set up for my little match at the preshow Sunday.” (Y/N) said. “Then you know.” Seth said. “That I’m going to win and that it’s gonna be called because someone is going to get involved, yea I know.” (Y/N) said. “I’ve got to go and talk to Nia ok, I’ll see you at the show just relax or you’ll hurt yourself.” Seth said.

She sat in the little park she found watching the kids play and smiled at them. One little boy came up to her and she crouched down. “It is you.” He said and he hugged her tightly. She laughed and held him close as he laughed. “You’re my favorite girl to watch, my dad says you remind him of Lita.” He said. She smiled and her eyes got really big. “Wow that’s a huge confidence booster for me where is your dad?” (Y/N) asked. He pointed and she shook her and rolling her eyes. “I think we should go over together.” (Y/N) said. They walked over and she looked at Karl. “Well hey girl.” Karl said. “Lita hun, you’re stretching things aren’t you?” (Y/N) joked and hugged him. They stood there and talked for a little while and she smiled as she drive back to the hotel to get her bag.

Nia was pacing and when (Y/N) got there she looked at her funny. “Nia what’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked. “I have to tell you something but you have to promise to let it happen.” Nia said. (Y/N) looked at her best friend and shook her head. “I won’t stand by at let anyone hurt him I swore I’d…” (Y/N) stopped and Nia went to her. She put her hands on (Y/N)’s shoulders. “What did you swear, and who did you swear to?” Nia asked. (Y/N) licked her lips and closed her eyes sighing. She sat down and Nia sat on her bed looking at (Y/N) like she was really worried.

(Y/N) looked at Nia and closed her eyes again. “I can’t say, Nia please don’t make me think up a lie I don’t want to lie to you, but I can’t tell you the truth.” (Y/N) babbled. Nia took her hand and (Y/N) looked at her. “I’m not going to ask again, you and I are best friends and you deserve to have one secret but if it looks like it’s hurting you I will twist your arm until you talk.” Nia said. They laughed and hugged then went to the arena. Finn was waiting for them. Nia looked down at him and he looked at her as she stepped between them. “I don’t think she wants to talk to you.” Nia said.

“I have ta talk ta her Nia, I have ta apologize.” Finn said. (Y/N) moved Nia and looked at him. “Talk.” (Y/N) said. “Alone.” Finn said. She sighed and they walked off. “I can’t give up on you and that’s what keeps me here besides being your safe place and I do want to be that Finn, but you’ve got to stop giving me whiplash.” (Y/N) said. “I am being torn in two, Bálor is only calm when you are around or near, when she is near me and we are close he tries to come out.” Finn admitted. “You are being a dipshit to me because he’s throwing a fit, maybe he’s doing this to punish you for hurting me.” (Y/N) said.

Finn looked at her and she took his hand and licked her lips. “Listen to me Finn, your demon and I got very close after the park I am part of him so he says right now.” (Y/N) said. Finn gripped her hand and she held it tightly. “I will never let anyone hurt ya, I can’t god I feel like I am being punished but because of another reason.” Finn said. “I need you to stop listening to her like she is the end all be all of knowledge around here if you want to know about me go to Nia or Renee or one of the girls I can stand, promise me you will.” (Y/N) said. “I will I promise.” Finn said.

They hugged and went separate ways. She was waiting for the tag when Fox grabbed her leg and pulled her to the floor. They went at it and the match was called. Seth looked at Fox and she nodded. (Y/N) looked at him and shook her head. He attacked Finn from behind and she was being held back by Fox and Sasha. “Let me go!” (Y/N) yelled and fought them off as best she could. Fox threw her into the steps and (Y/N) laid there out of it. Seth kneeled to her and she looked at him. “I hate you.” (Y/N) said and stood up and he grabbed her arm. “Don’t.” Seth said. She slapped him and yanked her arm from his hand.

Seth pulled away and she turned and came face to face with Finn. “I didn’t know I swear I didn’t know.” (Y/N) said. He pushed away her hands and she looked at Seth. She ran after him and took his hand. “Finn I swear I didn’t know that was going to happen you have to believe me.” (Y/N) said. He looked at Seth and she shook her head. “I don’t want ta see you or tink about you anymore do you understand me (Y/N).” Finn said. She nodded and walked away going to her dressing room finding the necklace that Bálor gave her on her bag. “That came for you.” Nia said.

She opened it and showed her the necklace seeing a note. “It’s gorgeous who’s it from and where did you get someone with that kind of money?” Nia asked. (Y/N) laughed and smiled shaking her head. “He comes from a different world it seems like but he and I aren’t exactly going out he’s just giving me something that will protect me when he’s not…he knew he wasn’t going to be around so he gave me something to protect me.” (Y/N) said. “He the one that’s been keeping you smiling besides Seth?” Nia asked. “Don’t sell yourself short Nia, you’re the main one keeping my ass saneish.” (Y/N) joked.

They hugged and (Y/N) took a shower and put on the necklace as she sat down to read the note. ‘I knew something was going to happen so I sent this too you as you asked. This brings me no pleasure to be locked away the way he’s locked you away and convinced himself of things that aren’t true. Just be careful and remember if you ever need me then call to me our bond and our pact binds me to you, (Y/N).’ He signed it your demon king. (Y/N) and Nia caught a late flight out with a few others and got to the hotel that they would be at all week before anyone else.

That week flew by and by the time any of them knew it was WrestleMania night and they were all backstage getting ready. (Y/N) hadn’t taken the necklace off the entire week and Nia knew that it was going to go right back on when she got out of the ring with Fox. In the end (Y/N) beat Fox with the picture perfect twist of fate followed up with and frog splash. She ran back and hugged Nia smiling. “It’s insane I am so glad I actually won that one, that energy is awesome you better win tonight girl.” (Y/N) said.

“At least you don’t have to deal with him backstage and since you’re not going to the sky box it’ll be just like he wants it.” Seth said. “At least I have my friends, you better be careful later on Seth I still don’t like this.” (Y/N) said. He laughed and she leaned into him. “I’ll be fine with you watching me.” Seth said. She rolled her eyes and pushed him. “Get real I know you have a girl out there you’ve been with her all week.” (Y/N) said. “Yeah but I still get to have female friends.” Seth said. “Hey don’t do that ok.” (Y/N) said.

She watched from the back as he made his return and she was so happy but also sad that he was back with them. Time passed and things got better for him and better for her. One day she was in the elevator going up to her room when Finn got on the elevator. “Yer doin well.” Finn said. “I could say the same, I’m glad they are using you properly.” (Y/N) said. “Yea.” Finn said. “I’m getting a title shot soon.” (Y/N) said. He pushed the stop button and turned to her. “I am glad yer doin so well, ya deserve it for all that ya’ve done.” Finn said. He licked his lips and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

He played with the key card in his hand. “Finn listen I know you’re on a high note right now and I’m so happy for you really, I mean you deserve the world.” (Y/N) said softly. He was in a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and she couldn’t help but think about what would happen if he flexed the right way. She licked her lips and put her hand on his shoulder and he looked at her. “I saw the pain on your face and was the cause of it, I think that was the real beginning of the end for our friendship Finn to know I took something from you that you earned still kills me.” (Y/N) said. She pushed the button and the elevator started again.

The doors opened and Cathy stood there. “Finn.” Cathy said her voice higher and even more like nails on a chalkboard. Finn turned and (Y/N) knew then that it was bad he had looked at her with like he was pleading with her. His blue eyes had looked pained and tired she could see it now in the lines of his shoulders as he slumped some and she wondered how he was doing. “I was just asking your boyfriend how he was doing with the pain, I know some things that would help, if you want I can send you some of the links.” (Y/N) said. Cathy grabbed his arm and pulled him from the elevator. “I do not need any of your help with my boyfriend.” Cathy growled. “Watch yer tone Cathy, (Y/N) was only tryin ta help me, send me the links.” Finn said.

(Y/N) nodded and smiled softly. “I’ll do that, Cathy it would be better if you did some of the things so he can completely relax.” (Y/N) said. She looked at (Y/N) and if looks could kill it would have been the end of her. “I can take care of him better than you ever dreamed.” Cathy said sharply. “I know you can Cathy he has chosen well I am glad he is happy.” (Y/N) said trying not to throw up. Finn looked at (Y/N) and she went to them barely touching Finn’s arm. “If you want I can send him the links and also personally take care of doing it if you don’t want to.” (Y/N) said. Finn shifted his weight and touched her hand.

“I’ll think about it.” Cathy said. (Y/N) nodded and looked at Finn. “Just let me know later.” (Y/N) said. He walked away with Cathy but this time he turned and looked back and her and mouthed thank you. She went to her and Nia’s and put her stuff on the bed jumping onto her lap top looking up the types of massages and types of oils that would help stimulate healing.

She sent the links to him and her cell rang and she answered it. “I don’t tink ya know how much bein near ya in tat elevator was just what I needed.” Finn said. “If I got you into trouble then I am very sorry I swear I didn’t know she was going to be there.” (Y/N) asked. “I took care of it.” Finn said. “I know you don’t know how much that meant to me Finn.” (Y/N) said. “I’m goin out wit Karl and Luke later, I want ya ta come wit us.” Finn said. “Finn you are asking for trouble don’t ask me to when you know I’d love nothing more than to be with you three.” (Y/N) said. “So get a few of ya girls and just be there don’t say no.” Finn said.

His voice was soft and pleading like he needed her to come and need to see her if only in a group of people. She sighed and got up walking around thinking. “(Y/N), I need ya, I swear I won’t be a dick not tonight.” Finn said. She licked her lips as she listened to him breathe. “Finn what’s wrong talk to me please.” (Y/N) said. “I can’t do tis anymore, it’s not what she’s done ta us but tings no one sees, (Y/N).” Finn said. She closed her eyes and looked at Nia as she came in. “Hey, Nia you want to go out tonight after the show?” (Y/N) asked. “Sure you want to go out with Seth too?” Nia asked. She heard the growl come through the phone and smiled. “No, just us and a few other guy friends.” (Y/N) said.

Nia looked at her and a wide grin spread across her face. “Yeah.” Nia said. “Text me later and we’ll meet you there.” (Y/N) said. “Tanks (Y/N), yer a good friend even when I don’t deserve ya.” Finn said softly. He hung up and she sat on her bed. “So he’s finally come to his senses and decided to act right?” Nia asked. “I hope so Nia I can’t take another turn, if he flips on me again I’ll fall apart.” (Y/N) said. Finn was laughing and talking to Karl and Luke when she and Nia got there. “I see you three are happy.” Nia said. (Y/N) was outside on the phone and when she came in she was visibly upset.

Finn got up and she hugged him tightly not caring who saw it. “Are ya ok?” Finn whispered. “I’m ok Finn just got some upsetting news.” (Y/N) said. “What is it?” Finn asked. She looked up and sighed. “I’m not going to be with you for a few weeks.” (Y/N) said. “Why not?” Finn asked. “My shoulder is strained like it was after I met Bálor I have to have more tests done and make sure that’s it.” (Y/N) said. He just got her back and life was taking her away from him and he felt bad for thinking it would be fair to him now. “I hope the tests show tat it’s nothing tat tey are wrong.” Finn said. She cupped his cheek and smiled up at him. “I do to.” (Y/N) said.

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WWE is a Mess, So It's Bringing Back Hulk Hogan

At some point, a string of middling shows and way worse television isn’t an accident. Sunday’s Extreme Rules pay-per-view marked a trifecta of monotonous, plodding WWE shows in the wake of WrestleMania. Backlash sucked. Money in the Bank was boring. Extreme Rules stank.

It’s a strange thing, this settling into the new rote normal of mediocrity. Pro wrestling time doesn’t work like normal time. You’ll watch a famous storyline or series of matches in retrospect and realize that it was a matter of months or just a couple of years, not the long stretch of glory you remember. The Summer of Punk (take your pick of which one) was just a summer, the Attitude Era just a few years. Careers are long, stories are short.

That’s why the long string of at least good WWE pay-per-views of 2016 and 2017 suddenly feel hazy. In pro wrestling time, they’re miles past. That Royal Rumble where Asuka and Shinsuke Nakamura won? That was in January; on Sunday, Asuka lost to Carmella because she’s gone from conquering monster to drooling idiot, while Nakamura tasted gold because all he does is nutshots and Jeff Hardy needs time off.

Nothing in the show eclipsed a little better than average. Braun Strowman threw Kevin Owens off a cage in a needlessly dangerous but nonetheless thrilling homage to the Undertaker and Mick Foley’s iconic match 20 years prior in the same city. Roman Reigns and Bobby Lashley had a decent match, which Lashley won to set up a showdown with Brock Lesnar at SummerSlam on August 19. A.J. Styles and Rusev had a fun match. And that was pretty much it. Everything else was at least a little boring or outright sucked.

But more than that was the sense that it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Why would it? It was mostly matches we’ve seen over and over. There’s rarely a proper payoff and even fewer actual endings—recall that Nakamura and Styles were supposed to end their feud with a Last Man Standing match in June, only to have a throwaway bout a week ago.

Alexa Bliss and Nia Jax had a hardcore match. Who cares? They fight every week, and a few awkward garbage can bumps don’t change that. On down the line, it was matches we’d seen or new stuff which had bloated buildups due to just how many hours WWE has to fill every week: two on Smackdown, three on Raw, and now four on their expanded (help us all, they expanded them) pay-per-views. We will see every single one of these matches again, ad nauseum, in the coming months.

Again, it wasn’t like this a year ago. A year ago, the whole world was snickering about the dumb name Great Balls of Fire, only to stop when the show went on and it turned out to be one of the best shows of the year. And that was a B-show, where not a ton was going to change, but we got fun, good matches and hot shit angles. Most of 2017 was like this. Most of 2016, too, on down until you have to start digging into 2014 to get to a stretch of truly bad/boring pay-per-views.

It’s like a switch was flipped halfway through WrestleMania (the back half of the show mostly sucked) and WWE turned off the creative lights. Why wouldn’t they? They’ve signed a billion dollar deal with FOX and achieved their dream of getting back on network television once it goes live and Smackdown moves over to FOX's Friday night lineup. They get to run elaborate house shows in Saudi Arabia and suck up all the oxygen through sheer volume wherever they go. Vince McMahon can go chase his inexplicable XFL dreams and just leave WWE to plod on, secure in the knowledge that it’s so rich and well-stocked that it’s become a pro wrestling perpetual motion machine.

The crowd knows. Pittsburgh is catching hell about being disrespectful, not just because they taunted Reigns and Lashley (further proof that Reigns will never have a normal career), but because they novelly dumped on an on-paper barnburner, the Seth Rollins-Dolph Ziggler main event. Every minute, the crowd would count with the timer in a “3, 2, 1, ENNHHHHHHH” cadence which mimicked the Royal Rumble match buzzer. Entitled, self-indulgent, annoying fans.

Yes, they are sometimes all of that, but they’re also fans who are routinely put in arenas for four hour shows where nothing important happens. They’re bored. As wrestling blogger Tom Holzerman pointed out last night, WWE shows are the only place where this happens. Waving away this persistent behavior by WWE fans as something endemic to all pro wrestling fans is a fool’s game, one played on WWE’s turf, because it’s long been the case that the fans can only fail WWE, and never vice versa.

The fans have been failing WWE a lot, apparently. The go-home Raw last week garnered the lowest ratings in the show’s history. Because, again, why would you watch every week? Why would you watch any week? Nothing happens or you’ve seen it before, stuck on an endless loop of pro wrestling purgatory. It doesn’t matter to you. It doesn’t matter to WWE.

It may matter to FOX, though. On the eve of Extreme Rules, WWE released a brief, three sentence statement that Hulk Hogan, pro wrestling’s most famous living racist, is back. He was backstage at Extreme Rules and there’s a very good possibility he’s in front of television cameras soon. WWE’s statement simply refers to Hogan making a “mistake.” There’s no mention of what that was or what his supposed penance was. He’s just back, brother, and he’ll be omnipresent soon enough.

It’s an utterly dismal situation which is absolutely sympatico with the nature of our times. A known racist, who is recorded actually saying he’s a racist, gets to return to his old life of media ubiquity, having paid no price whatsoever beyond a three year banishment from hobnobbing with billionaires and entertainment superstars. This situation is blamed on the media, despite all of us going along with the absolute insanity that what he said doesn’t even warrant a mention in the press release which supposedly closes the book on the thing WWE is insisting we can’t say happened. WWE had a video of him announcing the creation of a “Superstars for Hope” campaign on Monday morning, which would constitute something heartfelt if Stephanie McMahon wasn’t part of the “philanthropy is the future of marketing” crowd. If Hogan’s part of your brand going forward, you better get that philanthropy and good works PR going in. All sins are forgivable if the indulgences are paid for.

WWE gets to rewrite history via reducing racism to a nameless “mistake.” Do the employees like it? They’re faving his return on Instagram and putting up pictures of themselves as kids dressed as Hulk Hogan, but how could we even know what’s real about this? As if WWE would let them speak their minds if they were upset by Hogan’s return. That’s not how corporations work.

Why now? Because the Raw ratings stink, so the nameless nothing which Hogan did disappears into the formless hype of the return of a conquering hero, who we are told is quite contrite but we don’t know is contrite because saying is the same as doing, at least if you’re rich and famous. For the poor, normal rubes, we have to do everything to prove we’re actually sick, actually put-upon, actually in debt, actually in trouble.

There’s also the lingering absurdity of WWE putting on a show—a B-show, but still a big show—and having it all overshadowed by the return of a 64-year-old, who you wouldn’t need if you just did good wrestling. A bunch of 30-somethings and a few people in their early 40s doing the hard work while 60 and 70 year olds get the attention and big money? What is this strange, unrecognizable world?

We joke about how real life is pro wrestling, but this is your Trumpian 2018 in microcosm. Nothing anyone says means anything, the act of doing is only insisted upon for some, and history is mutable, all because a company can simply churn at a standstill forever, like WWE did at Extreme Rules, accruing wealth and power beyond any rational understanding. The G1 Climax started over the weekend, as well. Go watch that, instead, and hope WWE gets its act together.

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Batman #40 Endgame

2015.4

IGN Comics: It looks like Batman and Joker died together in a cave under Gotham. How long have you been building to this finale where you've killed the main character and his greatest enemy?

Snyder: I started talking to Greg about it back when we were doing Death of the Family. I knew that that one was based around this idea of comedy and a happy ending and love. This one would have to be the opposite. There needed to be another one that would conclude on a much bigger scale. So I started building it back then, and then we planted Joker in Arkham Asylum and all that fun stuff.

IGN: The Joker's true nature has been a big debate throughout "Endgame." Could you clarify what we learned in this issue, whether he's the Pale Man from Gotham's past or he's just playing a trick on Batman?

Snyder: I like to leave the possibility open that what he's saying is true, but all signs point to he's lying, is the idea. Ultimately, the reason he starts clawing his way toward the Dionesium at the end is because clearly it seems he needs to get more to heal and get out of there.

Capullo: It's very delicious stuff!

Snyder: [Laughs] Or it's that, and he is who he says he is. He just loves the taste of it. But yeah, for me, I wanted it to be pretty definitive that this has been a joke he's been playing, a torturous thing on Batman. So he isn't who he necessarily says he is, but, you know, leaving the tiniest bit of that possibility -- but to make it as definitive as possible without shutting the door entirely.

IGN: At the end of the issue, can you explain what we're seeing in that final shot and why you decided to end the story that way?

Snyder: Yeah, that was the hardest, from the very first issue of the Endgame story.

To me, it's essentially this piece of machinery that Bruce tells us was bought for this theater, in the aftermath of Zero Year, years ago when they were reconstructing Gotham. It was very, very expensive, and it was basically a costume part that would allow everybody in the theater to think that the person coming down from the ceiling in this play felt like a real god; it felt like Apollo and Orestes coming down.

At the time, he almost couldn't resist paying for that, because he wanted everybody to feel saved. But I think for me what this story is about is that Batman isn't a god. Joker tempting him with immortality and saying, "You could have been," or, "If you come with me, you could be, and you'll escape the nightmare you have that one day you'll be too slow and too old to do what you do and you'll fail. So with come with me" -- and what Batman knows is that if he ever did that, if he ever took anything or made himself immortal, the whole purpose of Batman would be moot, because he is one of us, and by being one of us he says, "Don't try and wait for some magical being or happy ending to find you. Go out and make your own. Be brave in the face of your own fears. Don't wait for someone else to come make your life better or change your life. Do it yourself."

And the whole time, Joker's been saying, "I'm God, I'm this immortal thing." It's a rebuke to that.

To see the harness in the garbage at the end is a way of saying -- in my mind, it couples with what Batman says in his note at the very end of the story. It's saying, "Don't be afraid of life being meaningless. Don't look at the void and say to yourself, 'No, I can't do it.' Don't wait for some divine intervention or sign. Instead, go out and make your life matter."

Capullo: I'm gonna cry!

IGN: [Laughs] Just to clarify, are Batman and Joker dead now? All evidence seems to point to that. Is that what we're supposed to believe by the end of the issue?

Capullo: Definitely, I hope. [Laughs] I see it as the big pay-per-view event from WrestleMania. You want to see the end, you know? The final showdown. These two have been dancing forever and ever and ever, and so many people have gone, "Why don't you kill this Joker guy?"

So Scott made it a point to really give the people, I think, what they want. Scott actually had a note for me and goes, "We're going to give them what they think they want, and we'll show them, 'Wow, you really didn't want this.'"

IGN: Well, you guys made good on your word: "Endgame."

Snyder: I think a lot of us, honestly, we always say, "We want to see them fight to the end," but then when you see the brutality of it, it's shocking. But they would go there, in my opinion. It would become that vicious between them, because they have danced around it a long time.

But when Bruce has him trapped down there and knows -- because Joker brought all of it on himself -- he says, "Thank you for coming down here. Thank you for not leaving it alone." All of it, like, "Use the bombs to bring this place down. You had to come down and see me go down this way. Everything you've done, you've brought yourself here. All I have to do is say I believe you, and that's it."

To me, it's almost like Joker really does himself in because he can't leave it well enough alone. That to me is how you get him, by his own hands.

So I would say this: I think there are two answers to your question, of are they dead? They are dead, and certainly they went into it dying. Bruce doesn't have an escape plan from this one. That's not what happens. Joker doesn't have an escape plan from this. When those rocks come down, they both entirely think they're dead. That's it. And we think they're dead too.

But as the writer, as the team -- me and Greg -- I was saying, talking to other writers I'm friends with who have done stories where the main character and the protagonist has gone down -- Dan Slott on [Superior Spider-Man], talking to Ed Brubaker about [Captain America] -- you wouldn't do it unless you had a way of bringing the character back, that gave you better story than you had before, for yourself.

So what I'm saying is, yes, they're dead -- and they went into it ready to die; so there's no sort of trick to it.

But, that said, if we didn't have a story that we really loved about where they're going to end up somehow, we wouldn't do it. You love the characters too much to do that to the fans. So yeah, just stay tuned.

https://www.ign.com/articles/2015/04/29/batman-team-addresses-that-twist-in-endgame

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The Chase.

Part 8.

Today was Aaliyah's sixth birthday, how she was already six you didn't know. But here you were celebrating your amazing little girl. Roman was finishing hanging the higher decorations that you couldn't reach.

You and Roman both have a big family so you loved having parties,cookouts or just everyone over as much as possible. You were standing in the kitchen watching both Aaliyah's grandpas playing with her in the yard. She called your father "Poppy" and called Roman's father Sika "Papa" as did Briana.

"Can you believe she is six already?" Roman asked, kissing your cheek.

"Absolutely not, feels like we just brought her into this world yesterday" you smile wiping a tear before facing your husband.

"Baby, don't cry. It's a happy day, a day to celebrate the little life we created" he smiles pulling you into his chest.

"I know, they're just getting so big and they don't need me anymore" you sob

"Hey, Look at me." He says lifting your chin." I need you. I always will."

*November 2016*

Roman was away in Europe Even though you were back wrestling you couldn't dare stand to be away from your daughters for three whole weeks.So you stayed behind. You missed him terribly. Of course you both called each other and video chatted but you just wanted to be with your husband. Your sister had agreed to babysit the girls so you could fly out and surprise Roman. You arrive at the hotel using a fake name. As you approach your room You see Nikki running towards you.

"Y/n?, Are you okay? What's going on?" She asks hugging you

"I'm fine, nothing much just came to surprise the hubby" you smile

"What? Roman left. Something about a family emergency. He left first thing this morning" she says.

"What?, No that can't be, he never even called me" you say.

You take out your phone calling Roman immediately.

"Hey, Beautiful what's up? How's my babies?" He asks he voice rather low

"Good. We're all good. Where are you?" You ask

"Umm...me I'm in London tonight. About to do Raw..got a match against Kevin tonight" he says

"Really?How's London?" You ask

"Great, fans here really seem to be behind me, last night we even had a little "y/n" chant going on" he laughs

"Really?, So crazy cause I'm here in London and my husband is nowhere to be found!, Roman what the hell is going on" you say fed up with his lies

"Y/n, baby why are you in London?" He asks

"I came to visit my husband, I have been missing but to my surprise he isn't here" you snap " where the hell are you?"

"Okay baby, please listen to me and don't freak out and remember I love you"he said "Ro, you're scaring me. What's going on?" You ask nervously

"I left because Galina is having the babies" he says

"You left because your ex wife is having her twins? Are you fucking joking?" You yell

"They're mine," he whispered.

*April 2017*

It had been one hell of a year for you emotionally and mentally but you managed to make it through. You had just thrown Briana the best first birthday last week. You decided it was best for Briana and also Aaliyah if you invited Roman. You both tried to stay civil during the separation you shared Christmas with them. Both of you going to his mother's for gifts and dinner. You both had received the divorce papers but neither of you had signed them yet... honestly you didn't even open yours yet. Being separated was harder this time around then the last with you and Roman for one you worked together again and not wanting anyone knowing your personal business you still played a happy couple on script and two still loved him despite everything. Roman was in a feud with the Undertaker and was going to fight him at Wrestlemania. At first Roman was supposed to lose to the Undertaker but after saying he wanted to pass the yard down to Roman, Wwe and Marc decided it was best to have Roman win. Roman had mixed feelings about it as much as he was honored to be able to beat the Undertaker at Wrestlemania he was also upset to beat one of his all time favorites. The match was incredible very back and forth, and when it was finally over Roman was on an emotional rollercoaster.

"Congratulations" you say when he arrives backstage.

"Thank you..I don't even know how to feel right now" he says

"Ro he chose you, he wanted you to own the yard. He respects you enough to hand it over to you, you deserve this" you smile

"Y/n? You ready to go?'' Renee asks.

"Yeah..I'll be right there" you smile

So..I'll see you when I pick up the girls Tuesday then" he says

"Umm.. actually no my mom will have them I'm gonna go on a little girls trip with Lana and the girls" you say grabbing byou bags

"Oh I was hoping we could maybe talk.. but have a good time.. you definitely deserve a break" he smiles

"Thank you….we could talk once I get back if you want, but again congratulations" you wave.

*September 2017*

Roman Reigns vs. John Cena.

A dream match some would say. The promos leading up to the match at No mercy were getting more personal by the week. Everyone in the back knew you had a little fling with John back when you first came to Wwe it wasn't a secret. But when John used it in a promo against Roman that's when the feud became way too personal.

"You're nothing but a cheap imitation of me Roman,I mean you even married my old booty call" he says getting ready to exit the ring

"Nah, bring your bitch ass back here, I'm gonna say this one time John so listen closely, say what you want about me but the next time you disrespect my wife I'm gonna kick your teeth down your throat" Roman says pushing past John. The next week on Raw was the lineup Roman and John were to cut another promo leading up to the match. But seeing how serious and defensive Roman got over John making comments about you kinda got you hot. And the fact that he was still mad about a week later telling Triple H in the back that next John mentioned you he was gonna go off script and fuck him up turned you on even more. It was 5 mins before Roman was due in the ring he was wearing a new shirt he had put out and it was hugging him tight..he had a slight belly and fuck was it sexy seeing him getting thick. You watched him biting your lip, you wanted him right this second 10 months without sex was driving you mad.

"Shirts getting a little snug there huh?" You ask

" Yeah, got a little gut coming on, thanks for pointing it out" he laughs

" Doesn't look bad, thickness is hot" you shrug

A knock let's you know it's time to go to the ring. The promo is good. John tried to one up Roman but Roman's comebacks were getting better by the week.

" For god sake Roman you come down here with your zipper down" John says

"I busted it actually...Big Dog." Roman laughs looking towards you winking

That was all it took, as soon you both entered his locker room,you were jumping his bones

" Roman" you say as he shuts the door

"Yeah?" He looks back

"Do me a favor?" You ask locking the door walking towards him

"Name it" he says

"Fuck me" you say attaching your lips to his

His lips felt amazing on yours, one thing about you and Roman it never mattered how long you've been apart. The spark between the two of you was always there and would always be there. One thing you knew for sure he was the love of your life,you just had to figure out the rest.

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roninishere · 7 years

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Ronda Rousey joining WWE

Now, before people start jumping my shit, this is all my opinion. I respect if you disagree, truly. Hear me out first. Please excuse the horrible spelling and grammer 😊

I have all the respect in the world for an athlete like Ronda Rousey. She’s amazing.

However; we are aware that the women’s revolution of WWE was pretty disappointing besides the facts of making us fans excited and the amazing debut of the 4H. WWE did okay, until about a little less than a year later but can we all agree that the women’s revolution isn’t what all those women in that/ those division(s) we promised or hoped for.

WWE doesn’t know what to do with any of the women expect the same 3-4 women. Raw has three hours, three, and you’re tell in me that they can only squeeze in 2-4 women out of a time for just a segment and five minute match? Seriously?

Now I’m not dogging on the Raw’s division, smackdown has those ‘the fuck’ moments but since Wrestlemania, they kinda declined aside from the Women’s Money in the Bank Match. They booked Naomi pretty bad, hardy no title defenses and just made her look like she wasn’t capable to be a badass champion, which even with bad booking was badass.

They had James Elsworth pretty win the money in the bank breifcase twice for Carmella, WHO COULD WIN IT WITHOUT A MAN. Plus this bullshit storyline they have her with James. They have her dump his ass making us sigh in relief, but makes her take him back (kiss him too). She doesn’t need a man to make her the good talented wrestler she is.

Becky Lynch, she’s the most underutilized of out of the 4H of wrestling. I’m proud she was the first smackdown women’s champion, but she since she lost it, she’s just a jobber. I love me some Lynch.

Tamina honey, oh Tamina. How is it that Tamina hasn’t not held one championship since her time in WWE? Honestly, the fact she gets no reaction from the WWE universe is sad, and I really hope this storyline they have going on with Lana and her helps her out.

Alicia Fox, on my sweet Alicia. They done did you wrong. Alicia being a eye candy for the 205 Live men, which if I remember correctly, is exactly what the women’s revolution ended? Right?

Sasha Bank getting 4 ridiculous short title reigns, yes at least she’s held the title four times, but she is one of the best wrestlers and we all were really hoping her last reign would be pretty lengthy.

Mickie James, holy shit they’ve fucked her badly since returning. Former six time champion and future hall of famers has won what? One match since being back? One? What’s the point of bring of her Back of she will be a losing machine?

Bayely, jeez I can’t even right now. WWE has destoryed her.

Emma, should have been champ a while ago, but I wanna see what they do with her in the future because they’re all over the place with her.

Dana Brooke, look y'all might think she’s super green, but how is she suppose to grow as a wrestler (ring/ mic abilities) if she isn’t given any fucking segnments or matches? If I may add, how have WWE not done a long term fued with Dana and Emma? huh? It’d be gold. Something new.

Summer Rae! My baby girl. I miss you on a WWE show. It’s been over a year since she’s been on TV. She helped build Sasha and Charlotte, and was nothing but a damn EYE CANDY. This woman can wrestle, AND she use to play LFL! Women’s football! (Add note, these women are hardy wearing anything) and she killed it on the football field. Summer rae is athlete, and she damn well deserves better than to be told that creative has nothing planned for her. Sorry Summer Rae deserves so much better. Put her in a damn storyline with Sahsa, Nattie, anyone! So those are just the overall women wrestlers that still have the shit end of the stick. STILL.

Now back to Ronda, WWE signing her isn’t a good idea at all, yeah might Spike the ratings. But you know what happens when Ronda comes to WWE? All of the women I mentioned above 👆 will be pushed back to the line and the women’s revolution will be nothing once again. She will destory the women wrestlers, and get a championship that the others deserved and work hard for. It’ll be a slap in the face for Sasha, Emma, Dana, Mickie, Alicia, Becky, Carmella, Tamina, Summer, and Bayley. They’ve all bled (even others names I didn’t mention), fought, sweat, and strached at any opportunity. Or waited backstage for their time that hasn’t came yet (NXT girls too).

Ronda’s little appearance at Mania couple years ago may have been cool, but instead of having the Rock/ Ronda and Stephanie/ Hunter compare who’s got the bigger pair of balls or tits, the women’s match could have had more time or their may have been a seconds women’s match for the ladies that spend 300+ days away from home to live a slice of their dream.

If WWE really wants to spike those ratings and save their shows and women’s divisons; fire your creative, signs some of Mae Young Classic ladies/ NXT, expand Smackdown an hour more (or give the ladies their own show like the 205 live men), get the women more titles and no more bullshit storylines, hot potato title, excuses on why their isn’t any excitement for the women’s divisions.

Ronda Rousey isn’t the answer for the women’s divison. She doesn’t have the passion for it like the other ladies do (all divisons and Mae Young Classic Ladies). It simply wouldn’t be fair to current women wrestlers who’s lives are wrestling. Besides, who needs Ronda when Asuka is going to reek havoc on Raw?

Once again, this all my opinion. I understand if you disagree and think everything I just wrote is garbage. 😊

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xfirespritex · 7 years

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Comeback

A Seth Rollins one shot

Summary: A barbecue at Roman’s house causes old flames to run into each other. There’s a lot to sort out before they can move forward.

Pairing: Seth Rollins X Reader

Warnings: NSFW later in the story.

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It had been nearly three years since everything had changed in my life. I'd had a great group of friends and an amazing boyfriend in Seth Rollins.

However, when everything changed with the Shield things changed with Seth and me.

It was a storyline, that I was aware of, but it did cause stress in all of Seth's relationships. He couldn't ride with Dean and Roman. He had to keep up appearances. That took a toll on our relationship too.

Dean and Roman had become like family and the distance among them seemed to leak over to me and Seth.

He didn't call as much. His visits home were shorter, more time spent at the gym.

I'd had enough about six months after the Shield ended. I'd asked Seth if "The Man" needed his woman anymore.

He took too long to respond. So, I left. But I couldn't erase him. Pictures of him on my phone went into a specific folder. Pictures of him in my apartment were stored away but not destroyed. His number was still in my phone, even though he hadn't contacted me since that night.

So when I had been invited to Wrestlemania by Dean and Roman I'd accepted, never expecting to see Seth outside of his match and promos that week.

I'd remained a fan and saw the storyline progressing for him. I'd seen his injury and very cowardly sent him a get well basket of his favorite snacks but didn't sign the card, instead writing a quick get well soon message.

He must have not figured out it was me since he didn't reach out and I was both thankful and disappointed. I missed him but it seemed he didn't miss me and much. I did my best to accept it.

So when I walked into Roman's house that Thursday night for a small gathering I didn't expect to see him.

The first two hours I spent catching up with the people I knew and I was sure I was in the clear. Then I heard shouts of greeting and when I turned to see who had arrived my stomach dropped as Seth, leaning on one crutch and his knee brace on, came into the backyard.

Seth and Roman embraced. It hadn't even occurred to me to ask Roman if Seth was invited. I quickly assessed my outfit and cursed silently. The idea that when you saw your ex you should be dressed to kill wasn't bad advice.

I, however, was dressed in torn up jeans, simple sandals and an old, worn out Metallica shirt that I was nearly certain had actually been Seth's at one point before he'd somehow shrunk it in the wash.

I cursed and Renee looked at me. "You look fine," She said, taking a sip of her drink.

I groaned and turned my back to the door, turning back to the fire pit. People greeted Seth and by the sound he was coming closer so, being adult I am, I walked away to the coolers, pretending that I needed to dig for my water bottle. Seth took up my post near Renee and I cursed him. She caught my eye and tried to motion me over.

I shook my head and walked to the other side of the fire, taking up a chair recently vacated by Jey.

I spent the rest of the evening talking with various other superstars, each of them taking an extra second to hug me, sensing I needed the support with Seth there. When Roman finally found me among the crowded barbecue attendees he lifted me in a bear hug.

"How ya doing?" He asked.

I smiled up at him, pretending that I hadn't been feeling nauseous and anxious all night. "I'm good. Nice party Rome, thanks for inviting me."

He eyed me suspiciously. "Don't lie, Y/N. How are you really doing?"

I sighed and shrugged. "Okay, all things considered."

"Has he talked to you yet?" I shook my head no. Roman laughed. "Is that cause he hasn't tried or you won't go near him?"

I looked away from Roman, feeling slightly ashamed and, unfortunately my eyes landed on Seth who was watching the pair of us.

"Fuck," I sighed, punching Roman on the arm as I walked past him and into the house.

Roman always kept the fridge well stocked, especially when he was being a host. Galina was in the kitchen, cutting up more carrots and celery. I walked over and hugged her. She laughed and hugged me back.

"Have you been in the backyard at all tonight?"

She laughed. "Not too much, gotta feed the masses," she laughed.

I bumped her with my hip. "Go enjoy your guests. I can cut up vegetables," I said taking the knife from her hand. "Go spend time with your husband."

She smiled and kissed my cheek before heading outside, knowing she wouldn't win this argument.

I continued cutting the carrots and celery, going into the fridge for broccoli and when I turned back to island kitchen I jumped and nearly dropped the food.

Seth stood there, on the other side of the counter, leaning on his crutch.

"I don't think I'm entitled to be offended by the avoiding game but it does kinda sting a little bit," he said, his voice even, despite the fire in his eyes.

I set the food down on the counter and began chopping, my eyes on the task and not him.

"Okay, that's blatant now," he said.

My eyes snapped back up to him and I hoped he could feel the anger that was already boiling up inside me. "What would like me to say, Seth?" I asked. "Did you expect me to be thrilled to see you?"

He winced slightly and shifted his weight and I wondered, briefly, if the wince was from my words or his leg.

"I don't know. Maybe not thrilled but not like this," he said.

"Like what? Did you expect me to not be angry? You picked everything and everyone else over me. Like I didn't even matter anymore."

Seth frowned and moved around the counter slowly, stopping a distance away from me and leaning more on the counter than the crutch.

"You really think that?" he asked.

"What was I supposed to think? You were never home, when you were you went to the gym or had calls and work to do. You spent little to no time with me except for when I was in your bed and even then it wasn't much time together."

Seth's face formed into a deep frown. "That wasn't it...I just got...I don't know, caught up with everything going on."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better? You were too caught up to be with me?"

He frowned and I went back to chopping the broccoli, refusing to look at him.

"Y/N," he started. I didn't even acknowledge him.

Sighing he gave up and hobbled out of the kitchen, into the back yard. I finished my task and brought the fresh vegetables out to the party. When my eyes found Seth he was downing a beer and talking to Jimmy, a sour look on his face. --

Hours passed and I was still there, helping clean up when I noticed Seth was the only one outside still, his leg propped on a cooler and a beer in his hand as he stared at the fire.

Roman followed my gaze and sighed, shaking his head.

"Guess you'll have to call him a cab," I said.

Roman sighed and went to talk to Seth. Galina frowned as she watched him go.

"Seth's stubborn, you know," She said.

"Yeah, well aware. Roman will get him into a cab."

She sighed again and I frowned. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"He asked Roman and I to talk to you for him. Roman told him he'd made his own mess. So Seth said he'd just stay outside all night until you spoke with him. We were hoping to wait him out but that's not working."

I cursed under my breath, angry at Seth for imposing on his friends like that. I put the plate that'd I'd been drying down and started towards the door.

I heard Galina stutter after me but waved her off, pushing through the doors and into the yard. Marching over the grass Roman heard me coming and got out of the way quickly.

"Are you serious, Seth?" I asked.

He looked up at me, his jaw set.

"Roman gets no time at home. Now that he's home you're going to impose on him because you can't charm me like all your fangirls? Grow up."

"I'd handle it better if you'd just fucking talk to me."

I spread my arms wide, to indicate that's what we was doing. Roman glanced between us before stepping back inside, clearly deciding to let us get it off our chests.

Seth scowled and stood, shakily, and leaned on his crutch to stare at me at eye level.

"If you were acting like an adult and would talk to me instead of running away all night we wouldn't need to have this conversation now."

"And what conversation are we having Seth? You haven't said anything new."

He sighed, his breath coming out in a huff.

"You really think that I chose everything else over you?" He asked, his voice low.

"That's how it looks," I said.

"That's not how it was."

I sighed and sat on one if the chairs. "Then tell me how it was, Seth. Explain it to me. Because all I saw was you putting your career, your money, your fame, ahead of me."

Seth moved closer to me, standing over me. When I looked at him he looked angry.

"It was for you," he said, his teeth clenched.

I burst out laughing. "For me? That's bullshit. You were ignoring me for my own good? Is that it?"

Seth started and stopped speaking a few times and I could see his jaw clenching dangerously. He was really upset and struggling for words.

He turned away from me then and I could see his free hand shaking slightly. I frowned and stared at his back. His hands only shook when he was upset. Sad. Broken down. Not when he was angry.

I stood and walked around him, standing in front of him and, without thinking took his shaking hand in mine.

"You never shake like this, why are you so worked up?" I asked, my voice soft.

"Because it pisses me off that I messed us up. Because I didn't say anything you walked away."

"What would you have said, Seth? It was three years ago."

He laughed slightly. "I can't tell you now. That's asking for trouble."

"Tell me. If me not understanding is why we're talking then explain it to me."

Seth laughed bitterly again before his gaze met mine.

He held my gaze before looking down at the ground. "This isn't fair, ya know? Asking me this when all I can do is stare because you look even better now than three years ago. And you're asking me to tell you the truth when I've been dying to tell you but also afraid to."

"Just tell me."

He paused and looked at me.

"Can I show you?"

An hour later, after me asking what he meant and not getting anything else out of him he asked if I'd drive him somewhere, so he can show me.

I frowned but agreed, telling him that after whatever it was I'd take him home and he'd have to sleep off his drinks. He laughed at that.

So when I found myself driving through a somewhat familiar neighborhood I started getting suspicious. He directed me, his voice even but his hands shaking in his lap.

When we pulled into the driveway of a gorgeous house I remembered where we were. This was a house I had dragged Seth to all those years ago to look at, knowing I'd never afford it.

"Seth, what are we doing here?"

He didn't answer. Instead he got out of the car and started for the front door.

I ran after him. "Seth, stop, you're going to wake the people who live here up." As he reached the front door he pulled keys from his pocket and put them in the lock.

"I'm already awake."

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"What?" I asked, staring between the now open door and him.

"I was working so much for you. I was buying this house. I wasn't home cause I was meeting realtors, inspectors and signing the paperwork. I was having a decorator come in the day you left."

"Why didn't you tell me? I asked, staring at him.

"I was scared. I was 27, had just bought a house and was about to ask my girlfriend to marry me and then you were mad at me, you were leaving me. And I couldn't speak. I was so confused. So you left and that was it."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked again.

"I was fucking terrified to. You were so mad. It made me think that I'd never been good enough for you. So I just moved in and never said anything. "

I stared at him, his words ringing in my head. He'd bought a house for us. He'd...

"Seth, did you just say what I think you did? About why you were scared?"

His eyes met mine as he thought over his words and when they widened I knew he realized what he'd said.

Seth had wanted to marry me. And I'd never seen it coming. And now, three years later, we stood at the front door of what would've been our house.

He looked at the ground. "Not like it matters, what I said."

"Why wouldn't it matter?"

"Because I let you go, lost you. We had what everyone wanted, everyone thought we were perfect but I was a fuckup and I lost you. You've moved on and you're still a better person than me so I know, that even if by some chance in hell, I was enough for you now I wouldn't get to prove it."

I laughed at the absurdity of this entire night, running a hand through my hair.

"I don't know what's funny, Y/N," Seth said, his voice filling with hurt.

I turned back and stared at him.

"You think I've moved on?"

He nodded, his eyes on mine.

"I'm wearing your fucking t-shirt, Seth. I sent you a care package when you had your surgery. I still watch Raw and wince whenever you take a hit or bump."

I held back the last bit of information that showed just how much I hadn't moved on.

I hadn't realized that in shouting at him I'd stepped closer. Seth saw it though and reached for me, grabbing the soft fabric of the well-worn t-shirt and pulling me even closer, so we were nearly touching.

"You haven't moved on? Forgotten me?" He asked.

"You don't forget someone you wanted to marry," I said.

That made something flash in Seth's eyes. He closed them and leaned his forehead forward until it was touching mine.

"I have to tell you something."

"What?" I asked, my throat tight with anxiety.

"I knew the gift basket was from you. You didn't sign it but I'd know your handwriting anywhere."

"Then how did you think I'd be over you?"

He sighed. "I thought you were just being nice. Like you always were. You were always the better person."

His hand, that had stayed fisted in the t-shirt, flattened over my abdomen and slid around to my side and around my back.

I shivered at his touch, my body waking up immediately.

"Come inside?"

"Seth..." I started, my voice shaking.

"Please? Just...fuck... I can't watch you go right now. We can just sit together but please don't just leave right now. I have to show you something else."

I stared at him before nodding, my stomach in knots. We went inside and my breath left me. The inside was gorgeous, decorated to near perfection.

"Sit, I'll be back," he said. I looked into the sitting room, flipped on a light switch and went to sit on the couch there, sinking in to the softness of the cushion.

I heard him moving through the house and I waited. Looking around I saw photos over the fireplace. I stood and walked to them.

Photos of fellow wrestlers, his friends and family. My throat tightened when I saw one that happened to be my favorite from when we'd been dating.

We'd been at a barbecue with his family and we were taking a group photo but Seth had decided to look at me instead of the camera and I was caught mid laugh about something he must have said.

My hand went to the frame of the photo but I jumped when I heard a crash from the other side of the house.

"Seth?" I called, turning and running towards the sound, upstairs.

I found Seth in his bedroom, near the closet, having clearly toppled off the step ladder that laid beside him.

"Shit, Seth what are you doing?" I went to him and carefully helped him stand enough to get to the bed.

"Wanted to show you something. Like an asshole I thought I could reach the box but I put too much weight on my knee and it gave out."

I frowned, thinking of his match on Sunday. "What box?" I asked.

"Blue shoebox, top right." I turned and picked up the step ladder, moving it farther to the right before climbing up and grabbing the box. When I walked over to Seth I handed it to him and sat down on the bed, the box between us.

I saw his hands shake as he took the top off. Then, I felt myself start to shake when I saw what was inside.

Pictures of us. On top of them was one of us dressed nicely, when we'd attended his cousin's wedding. We'd been dancing and laughing and the wedding photographer had caught the moment.

"That's my favorite one," he said, his voice soft.

"Mine is the one downstairs, at the barbecue."

He nodded and reached into the corner of the box, under the mounds of photos before he pulled out a small box. A tiny, black, velvet ring box.

I stopped breathing.

He opened it without saying anything and handed it to me. I took it in my shaking hands and stared at the ring inside.

It was...beautiful. Not too flashy or big. There was a twist pattern on the metal that held the largest diamond in the center in place.

"Seth..." I said, staring at him.

He laughed, sounding sad as he did so.

"I know, I'm an asshole for showing you this. But I had to. I'm trying to fix everything now. My career, my friendships, my knee...but I need to fix us too."

"Fix us?"

"You're the only woman who ever understood me. The only one who didn't laugh at my dreams, who wasn't with me for my money or my status. I'm not expecting you to pick up where we left off but I need to know if I have even a one percent chance at getting you back. If I do I'm going to fight like hell for you."

My throat was tight and my eyes were watering. I thought everything over and kept my eyes on him until they fell back to the ring.

"I'm...still in love with you," I whispered.

Seth stared at me and I saw him swallow and clench his jaw as he picked his words carefully.

"You are?"

"I never stopped," I admitted.

Seth's hand reached out tentatively to cup my face and I sighed at the familiar warmth on my cheek.

"I never stopped either," he said. I leaned into his hand, soaking up the feeling.

"Y/N, can I ask something? I'm probably pushing my luck..."

"Sure," I said, looking at him, seeing the nerves on his face.

"Can you...stay tonight? I bought this house for us and I can't stand another night here without you in it. The only upside to the schedule is I'm not home too much but when I was injured and doing rehab it was torture here, every day."

I looked at him as my mind tried to make a decision. I wanted to stay, wanted Seth, but I was terrified it'd all fall apart again.

"If you promise me something,” I said. "Well two somethings."

He nodded eagerly, waiting.

"Tomorrow, we figure out how to fix us. I want to try again but I'm scared. So we need to work on that."

"Of course," he said. "What's the second part?"

"I need you, Seth. It's been three years and I missed you too much."

His eyes widened slightly when he got my meaning. "Now for my two somethings, before I answer."

I nodded, waiting. "Are you sure?" He asked. When I nodded again he took a deep breath, relief and excitement on his face.

"Okay so when you say three years...has there been anyone else?"

I shook my head no, feeling my face growing red.

Seth's other hand took the shoebox from between us and he leaned over, setting it on the side table, and then his hands were sliding along my shoulders to the nape of my neck.

"No one?" He asked. His voice was deep, rough.

I shook my head no. "I went on dates, kissed a few frogs but couldn't bring myself to be with anyone."

Seth pulled me closer to him and brushed his lips over mine. I sighed and felt my hand shaking as I reached over and buried my hands in his hair.

"No one else?" He asked again.

I shook my head no and a sound, closer to a growl than anything else, left Seth.

I pulled back to look at him and shivered at the look on his face. His eyes had darkened and his hair, now falling out of the ponytail he'd tied it into, was falling into his eyes.

"I went nuts thinking about other guys touching you, I didn't like thinking about it but I couldn't help it," he said as his one hand slid slowly up my thigh, towards my core.

I grabbed him and kissed him hard, biting at his lower lip before he bit back.

"Fuck," he breathed before pulling me into his lap. I straddled him and our kisses grew deeper. I ground my hips down against his length that was straining against his jeans, making Seth moan.

I slid off his lap and knelt on the floor in front of him, my fingers going to the straps of the knee brace he had on.

Seth leaned back slightly to pull his own shirt over his head and once his brace was off I stood and placed it by the crutch he'd abandoned.

When I came back to him he grabbed me by the belt loop of my pants and pulled me until I was standing between his legs.

"I missed you," he said, his voice shaking.

"I missed you too,” I said, my hands running over his now bare shoulders and over his pecs.

He shivered but allowed my hands to wander as his slid up to the button of my jeans. He tugged the jeans down my legs and his hand slid right back up and rested against my heat, the thin layer of my underwear the only thing separating us. I gasped as his fingers drew lazy circles over the fabric.

He smirked and pulled me into a deep kiss, his body shaking beneath my touch. When the kiss broke I crouched down and my hands found the button of his jeans and I tugged at them, Seth laying back on the bed and lifting his hips slightly so I could tug them down and off, being careful near his knee.

When I stood again his hands were sliding under the shirt and he smiled up at me. “Wearing my shirt still, I didn’t realize it was the same one,” he said as his hands trailed over my abdomen to brush over my breasts and back down my sides.

“It’s still my favorite thing to wear,” I said.

“It looks better on you than it ever did on me and while I love seeing you in it,” he said, pushing up on the fabric and taking it off of me. “I like this view much more,” he finished, his hands going behind my back and undoing my bra. I slid it off of me and smiled down at Seth, loving how he looked at me despite feeling self-conscious.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growled. I smiled but wouldn’t let him topple me next to him on the bed, shifting my weight so I didn’t fall to the mattress.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice slightly uneven.

“Your knee, Seth. I remember how you like things and none of that will be okay on your knee,” I said. He sighed, looking down at his leg as if he’d forgotten all about it.

“Guess that means I get to be in control tonight,” I said, smirking. Seth, catching my meaning, moved backwards on the bed until he was laying near the head board, a smirk on his face. I laughed at the look he wore and crawled over to him, grabbing the boxers he wore and tugging them down and off of him.

His cock sprang out between us and I took it in my hand, pumping him slowly. Seth groaned, low and deep in his throat as his eyes closed. He hissed as I teased him, kissing the tip of his cock once before smirking up at him.

“Tease,” he groaned.

I laughed, once, my body humming at how easy it was to be with Seth. I didn’t feel self-conscious with him, I felt good. I slid from the bed and slid my underwear down my legs before joining him again, straddling him as I looked down at him.

“I love you, you believe me, right?” He said, his voice soft as his hands gripped me to him, one of my hip and the other buried in my hair.

I nodded. “I love you too,” I whispered.

Seth looked like he was about to speak again but I slid back and his cock pressed at my entrance and he stopped. I stilled for a moment until he locked eyes with me and I could feel his heart beating under my hands on his chest.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Figured you’d want to decide when, you always did,” I said, shifting my hips slightly and letting him press into me a little more but not close to enough.

Seth let out a low growl sound and grabbed my hips, slamming me down onto him, making me gasp in both surprise and pleasure at how he filled me. I whimpered, gripping at his shoulders and Seth’s grip on my hips tightened.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “So tight, holy shit,” he said, rolling his hips slowly against mine. I shivered and started to pick up a slow pace, watching as Seth groaned at every move I made.

“Is this what you wanted in this house?” I asked, sitting back slightly and bouncing on him. Seth’s eyes were glued at the spot where our bodies met and his hands grabbed my ass tightly, pushing and pulling on me to keep the pace.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned.

“What did you want here? Tell me what we missed out on cause we’re stubborn,” I gasped as he hit the spot inside me. Three years and he still knew how to fuck me just right.

“We missed on doing this every night,” he gasped, his hips thrusting to meet mine, his injured leg laid flat while I and his good leg did the work.

I rolled my hips, feeling my orgasm build. “We missed lazy Sundays and holidays here. We missed waking up together.” He growled out. “I was too fucking afraid,” he added.

“And I was too full of pride,” I whimpered as his hands grabbed at me, pulling me down to kiss him as I rode him, my orgasm nearing.

“You had a right to be. I wasn’t fair to you. I’m gonna make up for it. You know why?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly.

“Why?” I gasped before I cursed and gasped out his name, my body tensing.

“Because I love you and I swear on everything I own I will call you my wife one day,” he said, his thumb finding my clit and pushing me over the edge.

I screamed as I came, riding Seth until he shouted my name too and, after taking a minute to breathe, I rolled off of him and curled into his side, my legs carefully intertwined with his.

“You still want that?” I asked, gasping slightly as my head came back into focus.

“Yes,” he said.

“Good, me too,” I whispered against his chest. A short laugh escaped him as he held me to him.

“I think…” he started, choosing his words carefully. “I think I’m making more than one comeback this year but this is by far my favorite one.”

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