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ONE

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"THE PINK OR GREEN?" Naomi held up two sets of wrestling gear in her hands.

"Why don't you wear the white?" I grabbed the white see-through top. "I mean, it does show off your boobs. The only thing is that last time you wore this, the whole front row not only felt the 'glow', they saw it too!"

Naomi rolled her eyes and grabbed the top, throwing it into her bag. "I don't even know why I still have this in my bag. I was shocked that Vince was pissed with me. Knowing him, I figured he would love it."

I giggled and shook my head. I stood from the chair and zipped up my leather jacket. "Well, while you struggle with your decision, I'm gonna get ready for my match."

"Girl, you ain't gonna tell me which one I should chose?" Naomi whined.

I sighed and pointed to the pink gear. She giggled and threw her arms around my neck. "This is why you're the coolest chick here!"

I waved goodbye and made my way down the hallway. The coolest chick? I'd say I'm far from being cool. Growing up homeless and having daddy issues doesn't qualify you to be on the list of coolness. Being the new girl on Smackdown has been like those cliche high school comedy movies that are literally the same storyline. The new girl moves into town, falls in love, has some rivalry with the school's popular girl, makes a couple of friends, and boom, the end! Oh, and by the way, she has to have parental issues, and I already have that down. Well, I've got everything down besides the whole falling in love shit.

That's exactly what love is: shit. Pure and utter shit. Every relationship has ended with me in tears and him hooking up with his trailer trash bitch who thrives on the street corner. I promised myself I wouldn't fall in love whenever I got signed with WWE, and I've done a good job keeping it. Not going to lie, there are a lot of guys that are sexy as shit, but most of them are in relationships! My thoughts are interrupted when I run into a brick wall. Well, it wasn't a brick wall; the "brick wall" was actually a large chest. I lifted my head to lock eyes with the one and only Roman Reigns. His henchmen or little bitches or whatever they're called, the Usos, stared a hole through my head.

Roman smirked and ran a hand through his hair. "Baby girl, you better watch where you're going. Don't worry, I'm not mad, but others would. The Head of The Table forgives you."

I snickered at his "forgiveness" for me. "You forgive me? All I did was accidentally run into you. Besides, why are you talking about yourself in the third person?"

His eyes soon went dark, and I knew that was my cue to leave. As I tried to pass him, his large hand slightly grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in front of him.

"You need to watch your words. The Head of The Table doesn't like a smart ass," Roman's cousins snorted at him embarrassing me in front of everyone.

"I'm the smart ass?" I pointed at myself. "Says the one who can't win a match without his little bitches to help him out."

A crowd began to gather around, filming our interaction. Heat began to rise to my cheeks as the seconds went by. No one dared to question or cross Roman because he was the leader of the locker room. Everyone feared him; well, everyone except for me. My mother always taught me to never back down from a fight, no matter who they are.

"Imma get em Uce," Jey growled. "She ain't shit."

Roman placed a hand on his chest and turned towards his cousins. "Don't worry boys. I can handle her. You're right: she ain't shit. Thank you though."

Both Usos nodded and took a step back as Roman turned back around to face me. He slowly began to walk around me; I could feel his eyes tracing up and down my body. There was a part of me that felt insecure as he was stalking my body. Good thing I wore the tights that make my ass look fat.

"Everyone," He shouted, causing the Superstars to stand straight and focus on his voice. "Do whatever it is you have to do. However, leave us be."

It didn't surprise me that every single superstar scurried off to other places, whispering about how I was "in deep trouble". There we were, all alone. My heart was racing as I waited for him to respond to what I said. Like I said, I'm not afraid of him; I'm just afraid of the verbal beat down he's about to give me. Roman didn't say a word as he placed his hand on my cheek, caressing my skin was his thumb. Not going to lie, my heart was beating out of my chest. Roman may be a bitch, but he's a sexy bitch.

"Sweetheart," He took a step forward and placed his other hand on my other cheek. "That is no way to talk to the Head of The Table, is it?"

"You started it," My voice squeaked. Good job Liv. "I was just defending myself."

Roman scoffed and pulled my body closer to his. No air could possibly get through, and he was practically towering over me. "Listen, I know you're new, and you don't know how it goes around here. So, I'm going to give you the rules. Number one: No one disrespects me. Number two: No one talks back to me. Number three: Everyone does everything I say. And number four: Everyone acknowledges me. The last one is practically the most important one."

I rolled my eyes and pushed his body off of mine, catching him off guard. "Those rules are bullshit, especially the last one. You're so full of yourself."

He wiped his chest and shoulders as if my hands contaminated him. "It's okay. You can believe what you want to believe. You can say what you want. At least I'm not the one with daddy issues."

My jaw dropped as he tried to hold back his laughter. "I'm the one with daddy issues? The only reason why you're here is because of your dad!"

Roman finally began to laugh and shook his head. "Is that the best you got? Come on, the sassiest girls are the ones who's been hurt by their daddy the most."

"Fuck you Roman!" My hand whipped across his face, and I pushed back his shoulder, making my way towards the gorilla.

"You're going to regret that!" He shouted as I walked further away from him. I rolled my eyes at his statement. I doubt he'd remember me slapping him. He's the Universal Champion; he's got a lot more on his plate than some girl on the roster.

As my music hit, cheers filled the arena, and fans began to chant my name. I pushed back the curtains to hear the roar of the crowd. The thing I love most about wrestling are the fans. They just know how to get your adrenaline pumping and always speak their minds. I'm grateful that they want me to become champion; it's practically all over Twitter. However, as I made my way down the ramp, I couldn't help but remember Roman's words.

"You're going to regret this!"

I shook my head and stepped into the ring. There's no time to focus on Roman when I've got an opponent to beat like Tamina. Roman will forget me by the end of the night. He's gonna move on with his womanizing fake ass self and find some new girl to torment. He's going to forget what he said.

Right?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Chapter one is done AHH! So I know A LOT is happening, and it's only the first chapter, but I swear it'll make more sense. Also, I said in the synopsis that Roman was a womanizer so that whole interaction where they were basically rubbing stomachs was intentional lmao. I hope you liked and enjoyed the story so far! I love all of you💛

xoxo,
hope