She was ready to give up on herself, but one man had to let her know he was not ready to lose her, even if it meant revealing a certain secret he'd kept to himself for years. Roman Reigns/OC. Dark one-shot.
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Cradling a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels in her arms, Aja sat in her hotel room, intoxicated and out of her mind. She was fresh off yet another non-appearance on Monday Night Raw, live from the beautiful city of Toronto, Canada. But there was nothing beautiful about how she'd been feeling for the past several months.
She currently hated her life and everything that was in it. Her life was spiraling out of control, unraveling before her very eyes. She lost the Women's title nearly a year ago and was yet to get it back. It was the umpteenth week in a row that Creative had made her job to some talentless hack who couldn't wrestle her way out of a paper bag. AJ Lee, her best friend in the business, had left the company almost two years ago. Since then, the newer girls from NXT, Sasha, Charlotte and the rest, were taking over and taking her spot. She'd been walked over and left out in the cold, and it sucked ass.
She laughed cynically. How ironic it was that she was griping about being walked over. It wasn't too long ago that she was doing the exact same thing. There was no rule she didn't break, no line she didn't cross during her short time with the WWE. Her father was a wrestling superstar in his hey-day, and she unashamedly exploited his name to speed up her ascent to the big time. She trampled on everyone at developmental that she thought was a threat or standing in the way of her success. She slept with whoever she needed to, Triple H included. She'd taken performance-enhancing drugs for years to keep up with the Joneses, and systematically and cleverly beat each drug test they threw at her. You name it; she did it. More importantly, she got away with it.
But no one in the industry could deny her immense talent or beauty. Signing with the WWE in 2010, Aja helped FCW's Women's division get noticed with her eclectic style of wrestling and remarkable microphone skills. Her feud with AJ on the main roster was one of the most entertaining in recent memory, and she'd been hailed as one of the greatest female wrestlers of her generation. These days, the five-time champion and guaranteed main eventer was barely on TV. And just as the brand split seemed on the verge of rescuing her career, she fell victim to a back injury that kept her off TV for even longer. Once upon a time she was on top of the world. Now here she was, thirty years old, injured and directionless.
However, her current professional plight was a bed of roses compared to her personal life. A notorious flirt, she was no stranger to breaking up relationships. She'd been on her fourth run as Champion when she started sleeping with John Cena. Despite her friendship with Nicole, she went ahead with the affair and only stopped when Nikki threatened to blow the whistle on the whole thing. Knowing Nikki had Stephanie McMahon, head of Creative, in her pocket, Cena dumped her quickly. The scandal was hidden from the public, but not the locker room, and she couldn't escape the taunts of her colleagues. Stephanie, who hadn't forgotten the other woman's affair with her husband, made her pay by wasting her on TV. Aja's career hasn't been the same since.
A lone tear slipped out of her eye as she wondered how she had let things get so bad. She was stuck in a nightmare. Her life had taken this route that she saw no way back from, no matter how hard she looked. She no longer had family to turn to in this tough time. Just over a year ago her parents were murdered in their home during an armed robbery gone wrong. The tragedy made headlines everywhere, and she felt all alone as she tried to pick up the pieces of her life.
