You couldn't help yourself as you looked up at the screen. Roman Reigns VS Cody Rhodes in the main event of Wrestlemania Sunday. Roman was so captivating to you. Everything about him drew you in. From the way he walked into the building all the way to how he makes you feel something when he is telling a story in that ring.
Roman had everything; the look, the athleticism, and definitely the talk. He had you hooked from the moment you ever laid eyes on him. He was someone that just oozed success. In your mind, there was nothing he couldn't do. It was one of the many things that inspired and motivated you to go above and beyond with your own work.
You had just had a spectacular triple threat match with Rhea Ripley and Bianca Belair in a winner takes all match in the main event of Wrestlemania Saturday. Although you didn't win, you knew you had stolen the show for that day, and it really showcased your talent. Everyone gave you praise, but all you wanted to do was get back into the ring and start working towards your goal; the women's championship.
It was now the day of Monday Night Raw, the Raw after Mania, and you knew the crowd would be hot. That, and there were possible call ups from the NXT brand coming so you had to get there early to train and take a look at who might be possibly showing up.
As you were training, you couldn't shake the thought that you had eyes on you. Those thoughts were confirmed when you saw Solo Sikoa standing in the corner. Once you meet his eyes he makes his way to you in the ring. "I have a message for you. From the tribal chief." He says, and your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
"And what might that message be?" You ask him.
"To meet him in his chambers before the show goes on the air." He says with full seriousness, but you can't help but laugh at the way he said chambers. "Something funny?" He quirks his eyebrow, and you shake your head.
"Please tell, your highness that I'll be there. Though, he is cutting into my time so he will owe me." You tell him, and don't wait for a response before exiting the room.
Later that night, you walk up to Roman's door and knock. Paul Heyman opens it with a smile, and moves aside so you can enter. There he sat, and he broke the stare he had on the ground to look up at you. "Paul, give us a minute." He orders, and Paul nods before exiting and shutting the door. "Please, have a seat." You sit down, and look forward at him.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" You ask, and he leans to sit back in his chair.
"A very impressive match last night. Probably one of the best women's matches I have ever seen." He compliments you, and you sit up straighter.
"Thank you." You tell him, and he actually pulls it up on the TV he had in his room.
"I wanted to point out something in particular to you. Not to criticize, but to educate."
"Of course." He pulls up where you had performed a choke hold close to his own. "I should have asked your permission to use that, but didn't want to be a bother."
"There's no reason for you to do that, because you modified it. However, you can see where you had almost lost your grip, and I can show you how to avoid that. With women, it's different than when you do it to another man, but it's just a tiny adjustment." He ends up demonstrating it, and showing you some other alternate ways and things to study.
"Thank you, Roman. I wasn't quite sure what to expect when Solo had told me to come see you, but yeah thank you. I appreciate the feedback."
"I see a lot of myself in you. I see the long hours you put in here, and the match itself shows just how bad you want to make it to the top. If you're willing, I would love to work in the ring with you. Just a couple times a week to get you to where I think you want to be and then some."
