Worth Fighting For |An Inside The Ring fanfiction|
Disclaimer: I own nothing from the WWE (this includes, but is not limited to: wrestling moves or well known wrestlers). I only own the rights to Jayde "Gia Sparks" Martinez. There may be a few AU things as I don't know these performers personally and will have to fill in the blanks as best I can so please keep that in mind while reading, but I will do my best to keep things as authentic as possible.
The next day, everything starts to settle in and I start to realize that this isn’t some dream. This is all very much real. Being surrounded by all of the other superstars at the company breakfast definitely makes me feel like I’ve finally made it. However, as nice as it is to be here, I’m still the furthest thing from a morning person that there is.
I didn’t drink a single thing the night before, but I’m sure I’m acting more hung over than anyone else here. I just want to know who had the bright idea to have a breakfast so early in the morning, and by early in the morning, I mean 8:30 am. I think it should be illegal to wake up before at least 10 am on any day ending in Y, but clearly the higher ups don’t share the same views that I do. I don’t regret going out the night before because I did have fun, but I am regretting not going to sleep sooner.
I spent the rest of the night, lying awake and staring up at the ceiling. My mind was going a million miles an hour and I couldn’t wind down enough to go to sleep. Sadly, I am the kind of person that can’t shut my mind off and just sleep. The main thing that was on my mind was Joe, or maybe that was the Roman alter ego that I was dealing with all night. It’s hard for me to tell.
There’s a small part of me that does want to get to know him better because he made it so easy to talk to him the whole night, but there’s also another part of me that knows better. I’ve met guys like him before and they were always trouble in my life. Plus, i don’t want to be known as that girl in the locker rooms. But that fucking smile is dangerous.
Speaking of that smile, it’s currently walking towards me and so is the man behind it. I sit up a little straighter in my seat and clear my throat as he sits down. His smile is contagious and it’s causing me to smile. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I find myself liking his smile more than I would like to.
“Has it set in yet?” My eyes travel over his face. There’s a small cut on his nose from the night before, but other than that, I wouldn’t be able to tell that he had been in a match if I hadn’t seen it for myself. There’s a few strands of hair escaping his man bun,
I’ll be honest. I hated man buns before I saw them on this man.
“Has what set in yet?” I find my voice after far too long of sitting in silence and just looking at him.
“The fact that you’re here.”
I nod my head. “I think that set in right around the time that I found out I was having a meeting with creative later. They want to talk about me getting some tv time this week so that’s…. I don’t even think I have the words for it.”
“You should a little surprised by that.” His brows crinkle a little and I should chew on my bottom lip to keep from smiling.
“I guess I am little. I just got here and they’re already throwing me out there on tv. It’s kind of insane.” I let out a small breath. The more I think about it, the more it’s harder for me to believe it.
“They know talent when they see it.” He lifts one shoulder in a half shrug. “You already have a following from NXT and they want to capitalize on it.”
“I understand that, but it doesn’t make it any less insane when you think about. I just hope they don’t plan on turning me over to the good side any time soon.”
“You are pretty good at being bad.” I ignore the little undertone that I hear as best I can because this is not the place to have that kind of conversation.
“It comes pretty naturally. I’ve always had this kind of ‘I’m not going to take your shit’ attitude for as long as I can remember.”
“Why is that?”
“It’s how I survived. I was on my own at 17 and you can’t really be soft when you have responsibilities and people counting on you.” My eyes flicker away from his face when I realize I’m being too open and personal. I need to reign it in.
“People like your daughter?”
My eyes snap back to his face and my brows furrow a little as my head tilt to the side. “Did you research me or did Lex tell you about that?”
“I might have done some research last night after you refused to answer my question.” There’s a sheepish grin on his face and I can’t help but laugh.
“Your stalkerness knows no bounds at this point, does it?” I try to lighten to mood and change to subject from things that I would rather not talk about right now.
“You call me a stalker, and I call myself a persistent man who knows what he wants.”
“And you want to get to know me?” I lean over the table and place my chin in the palm of my hand.
“That and other things.” He licks his lips slowly and that damn tongue of his captivates me for a few moments too long.
“Oh, now you’re definitely flirting with me.” My eyes look to his mouth and the way his lips form the most sinful smile yet. Jesus Christ. No man should be this sexy.
“I definitely am. Do you plan on stopping me?” One brow lifts and I swear he’s challenging me.
“And what if I don’t want you to stop?” I throw back not missing a beat.
“Then I can go all night.”
Maybe it’s the fact that it’s been a while since I’ve had a man talk to me like this, or maybe it’s because the words are coming from him, but his words have a little bit of heat rising under the collar of my shirt. I shift in my seat and clear my throat, breaking the eye contact.
Something tells me he really can go all night if I really let him.
“Well what do we have here?” It takes a moment before I can pull my eyes away from the plate in front of me and I see a flash of bright orange hair.
“Becky! Hey.” Her timing couldn’t be any better as she breaks up whatever tension as slowly risen around myself and Joe. I stand up and immediately wrap my arms around her. “Come on. Walk with me. Talk with me.”
My head turns a little and I look over my shoulder to see if he’s watching me. He is.
“This conversation isn’t over,” he calls after me.
I don’t know much about him, but I think he might be a man of his word.
If you're a Roman Reigns fan, AND a Dean Ambrose fan, PLEASE reblog this.
I just wanna know who it’s safe for me to talk to anymore. I feel like I can’t talk about either of these guys anymore. Especially Dean. This fandom is breaking me.
A/N: This turned out a little longer than thought that it would. This is my first WWE fic so it might be a little AU and I apologize. I hope you enjoy
My heart is pounding and I would be pacing around if it weren’t for the fact that my ass was glued to the chair with my eyes just as stuck to the monitor as I watch the match that comes just before my own. My own match. My own match at frigging Wrestlemania. Even just saying it inside my head sounds crazy.
I can’t believe I’m here right now. Maybe in a way I can believe that I’m here. I signed that contract over a month ago, but it didn’t feel real at that point. Now that I’m dressed in all new ring gear and sitting backstage, there’s no denying that this is happening. Wrestling in NXT was one thing, but making my WWE debut at the biggest pay per view of the year is something completely different. This is my one chance to make one hell of a first impression and if I fuck it up there’s no second chances. One botched move could be the defining thing of my entire career; a career that might be pretty damn short if I screw this up.
It’s safe to say that my nerves are getting the better of me.
I rub my hands down my bare thighs and grimace at how sticky my palms feel. I need to get myself under control, but that’s easier said than done. I don’t anticipate it happening any time soon.
“You look like you’re about to puke,” a voice comes from next to me.
My head snaps around and my hand comes up to my chest as I nearly jump out of my skin, “Jesus! You scared the hell of me.” My heart feels as though it’s somewhere in my throat. For such a big guy, he didn’t make any kind of noise when it sat down next to me. Or maybe I didn’t notice.
“Sorry,” he chuckles with a little smirk and I can feel my stomach do this odd thing where it feels like a thousand butterflies have taken over. “I didn’t mean to scare you. You just looked like you were inside your head a little much.”
“Yeah, you could say that. This is my first match and I’m freaking out over here. No, it’s not my first first match, but like my first match here and that’s a pretty big damn deal. If I screw this up, there’s no telling what might happen to me after that.” I want to run my fingers through my hair, but the hair department would have my ass if I ruined their carefully constructed masterpiece before I made my entrance. Plus, there’s a crap ton of glitter that I would rather not start messing with.
“So then don’t mess it up,” he says like it’s such an easy thing. My eyes narrow and there’s that smirk again. “Think about it. You’ve done this how many times now? Why should this time be any different? You’re still going out there in front of a crowd and doing what you’ve done probably a thousand times before. Just go out there and do what you do best. Kick ass.”
“What makes you so sure that’s what I do best?”
“For starters: you wouldn’t be here if that wasn’t the case. And I might have caught a few of your matches in NXT and you’re pretty good. What do they call you? The Lethal Latina?”
“Something like that,” I shake my head, biting back a smile. It’s hard to believe that this guy, one of the biggest superstars in the company, watched even one of my matches, but it’s nice of him to say to make me feel more comfortable.
“You really don’t need to be humble. You got here because you worked your ass off to get here. Enjoy it because not everyone gets here.”
“You know if this whole being the big dog thing doesn’t work out for you, you can always become a motivational speaker. I think that might be your true calling in life,” I’m teasing him, but there’s some truth to my words. I’ve had talks with all the girls I worked with during my time in developmental all week and no one has been able to make me feel as good about this as a guy that I’ve been talking to for less than five minutes. It’s crazy.
“I’ll keep that in mind if I get buried tonight,” he starts to rise from his chair.
“Oh, come on. You’re not going to tell me if you beat The Phenom?” My eyes follow him as he stands up completely. Now the smile is breaking free and I can’t help it.
“I have to give you a reason to watch, don’t I?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer before he’s walking away.
As if I needed another reason to watch his match. I think that smirk is enough to anyone with a pulse to watch.
I don’t win my match, but that doesn’t matter to me because just the experience was incredible. I feel like I’m still running high off the adrenaline. I still can’t believe I was a part of something so epic. It’s right up there to be one of the greasiest moments of my career. No, one of the greatest moments of my life.
“Jayde. Come on you’re going to make us late.” I hear Alexis screaming through the bathroom door.
“It’s impossible to be late to an after party.” I make sure the door is open before I roll my eyes at her. She makes sure to return the gesture before her blue eyes are looking over my attire. “Too much?” I start to worry when the silence stretches on too long.
“Damn girl. You look hot like hot. If I was single I would totally do you.” She pushes a glitterless curl out of my face and giggles.
I don’t think anything of her flirts. Alexis has been a flirt since I met her back in NXT in 2014. I remember the first day I met the tiny blonde. We clicked instantly and became best friends. She was called up before I was and I’m grateful that we’re on the same brand now so she can show me the ropes and I won’t feel so alone.
I take one last look on the mirror and I have to admit that I do look hot. The strapless white dress doing amazing things against my tanned skin and paired with the bronzed glow of my make up and the dark curls in my hair, it all creates an alluring picture.
I had the night of a lifetime so I’m more than welcome to toot my own horn a little bit.
“The girls are already waiting downstairs and Leah keeps texting me to tell you that if you keep her from Cass any longer, she’s coming up here to get you herself.”
I grimace and quickly grab my small clutch, “Let’s go. I know better than to come between a woman and her dick.”
When we make it the club, most of the girls disappear off into the arms of their significant others. Even Alexis, who had a fiancé at home, leaves me alone in VIP to go shake her ass on the dance floor. I sit off in the corner and nurse my water. I’ve been the new girl before and I know how hard it is to break into the groups that have been formed years prior. I don’t expect it to happen overnight.
I look up to see his large frame sitting on the couch. I lick my lips and stand up to walk over and sit next to him. I wish I could blame my sudden burst of confidence on some liquid courage.
“So should I call you Roman or the man who buried The Dead Man?” I lift my brow.
“Either might work fine, but I really do prefer Joe. It’s a lot easier to remember than Leati.” I nod my head. I should have already known that. A simple Google of the man would have told me everything I needed to know, but it might have seemed a little weird to know everything about him.
“Alright, Joe. That was one hell of a match.” I take a long sip of my water.
“So you did end up watching it?” There’s no ignoring the smile that comes to his lips. It’s reminiscent of the little smug smirks he gets when people boo him in the ring.
I shake my head a little, “I was mostly watching to see Taker choke slam the hell out of you. Seeing you in Hell’s Gates would have been entertaining too.”
“I don’t know if I should be offended or not.”
“Probably should be offended.” I can’t keep a straight face for too long before I’m laughing at the look on his face. It takes him a split second to realize him teasing him. “But I wasn’t kidding. It was one hell of a match.”
“I’m still a little bit offended but that smile is making it hard to be mad.” He chuckles and shakes his head.
“Are you flirting with me, Leati?” I butcher his name a little, but it only causes him to laugh a little bit more. I might just stick with Joe.
“That depends. How’s it working out for me?”
“I haven’t fully decided yet. We may have to give it a few more tries before I can make a decision.” I wish I had more self control and could keep my smile at bay, but I clearly don’t.
“Are you not drinking?” He nods towards the water bottle in my hand.
“I stopped drinking years ago. The girls in developmental nicknamed me ‘the hot mess express’ and trust me, they didn’t mean it in an endearing way.” I knew that if I wanted to make it far in this industry, I was going to have to clean up my personal life outside of the ring.
“That bad, huh?”
“Whatever you’re thinking? It was probably worse than that.” I feel my nose scrunching at the memories that I would rather soon forget.
“I’m almost a little disappointed you’re not coming on the road with Raw.“ His words break the silence that fall over the two of us.
"You can’t just say things like that and not elaborate. You’re playing with my curiosity.”
“I would like to get to know you more and that can definitely happen on the road.” He says it like it’s the simplest thing in the world.
“You know there’s this new invention called the cellphone. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it. You can do all sorts of things with it like texting which usually helps in getting to know someone from far distances.” He lifts a brow but I don’t allow anything to show on my face even with the strong teasing tone in my voice.
“Is that you’re subtle way of asking me for my number?”
“You’re the one that wants to get to know me remember?” I watch him lick his lips slowly and my eyes follow the slow movement of his tongue as I shift in my seat. Jesus. That move should be illegal coming from him.
“You’re not making this easy for a guy.”
“Wait. I thought you were the guy and I love making things hard.” I realize the way my words sound when it’s too late.
“Something tells me things hard comes naturally for you.” The way his eyes don’t seem to waver from me makes me shift in my seat once more.
“It’s one of my specialities.”
“What are you guys doing off in this dark corner?” I jolt back and look up to see Alexis standing there. I found myself so caught up in the conversation that I seem to forget that we’re still in a public place.
“I wouldn’t exactly call this a dark corner.” I push away from him a little, placing a little distance between the two of us.
"Seems like a dark corner to me, Jay.” She cuts her eyes at me. “Anyway. Come dance with me.”
She doesn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, she grabs my hand and pulls me from my seat o the dance floor. There’s some hard hitting beat pulsing through the speakers and I mode with Alexis with ease, our hips moving in unison. Her hands are on my hips and she pulls me close. So close I can feel her breath against the back of my neck.
For a brief moment, my eyes move up to the VIP section and my eyes connect with his. He’s leaned over the railing. I can’t see it but something tells me there’s a smirk on his face. Or at least I’m hoping that there is. If he’s watching, I want him to enjoy what he sees.
A much larger hand grabbing my hips causes me to look away from him. I look up to see Leah and Cass standing there. They tell us they’re leaving and while I appreciate the heads up, I’m a little disappointed when I look back to VIP and he’s gone. There goes my entertainment for me the evening and there’s no reason for me to stay. I make sure that Alexis is going to me okay and I head out with the couple.
I make it to my hotel room after a more than awkward car ride wheee Leah and Cass all but dry hump each other. I know it must be hard having a relationships and being on two different brands, but they could have at least waited until they were behind closed doors.
One long shower later, I’m crawling into bed as exhaustion starts to settle in. I think I earned the right to have one uninterrupted night of sleep, but the universe had other things in mind because before I can even close my eyes, the text tone on my phone is going off.
(813) 555-8161: Seems like I didn’t have to ask to get your number. And for the record, I am the guy.
I quickly save the number in my phone knowing exactly who’s talking before replying.
Jayde: Even of this borders on stalker mike behavior I like the determination on your part.
The Guy: How much does that increase my chances of getting you on a date?
Jayde: Good night Joe
I see the three dots blinking but I shut off my phone and slip it under my pillow before I can see his response if any at all. I could easily say yes. I know that I could, but I know how much of a bad idea that could be. Mixing business with pleasure is something I told myself I wouldn’t do, but that doesn’t stop me from dreaming about him the whole night.
Hello tags! New fanfiction blog coming at you. My love for Roman Reigns has gotten too great and I felt compelled to write a fic with him as the lead so here I am This is my first time writing a WWE fanfiction so please be nice :). There will be some fluff, a slow burn romance, maybe some smut, perhaps some angst (definitely some angst), and a giant Samoan dork. The first chapter should be up soon. Hope you enjoy!
Summary: Jayde Martinez has loved wrestling since she was a little girl and worked her entire life to get here: WWE. Now that she’s here, living out her dreams, nothing can stand in her way. Nothing but a 6′3″ man on a mission. Jayde refuses to mix business with pleasure, but Roman is all about making her pleasure his business. In a business where fighting to get to the top comes with the territory, Jayde had no idea that she would need to fight even harder outside of the ring than she did inside.
