Love Affair/ Roman Reigns

Back in Action

The week before, we had bid farewell to Paris. We boarded a plane, ready to embark on our new journey as husband and wife. Upon our arrival home, Triple H reached out to Roman, excitedly sharing a storyline that would bring him back into the ring. Roman's face lit up with joy, but I felt a pang of discontent. He had assured Stephanie and Triple H that he was fully healed from his injuries, a claim that was far from the truth. Despite still grappling with stomach issues, his eagerness to step back into the ring was palpable.

After receiving the news, Roman ended the call abruptly. The joy that had lit up his face faded instantly as he turned to look at me. He noticed my disappointment, the frown etched deep on my brow. "Did you honestly tell them you're completely cleared when you know that's not true? You're pushing your recovery too fast, and it's dangerous!" I exclaimed, frustration bubbling over. Roman shrugged off my concern, rolling his eyes as he assured me he was fine. He then headed upstairs to the bedroom to prepare for sleep. Since I was also ready to turn in for the night, I followed him up the stairs.

Roman rose before dawn, at four o'clock, driven by the anticipation of his Smackdown comeback. The air was still and crisp, the world outside his window cloaked in darkness, but inside him burned a fire of determination. He headed straight to the gym, the familiar scent of sweat and metal welcoming him like an old friend. The clang of weights and the rhythmic thud of his feet against the treadmill echoed in the empty space, a symphony of effort and resolve. He was determined to put in a few hours of intense training, fully committed to his routine, each rep and set a step closer to reclaiming his place in the ring.

As I stirred awake to the clatter of his movements, the sound pulling me from the depths of sleep, I couldn't help but wonder aloud, my voice barely above a whisper, "Is he aware of the consequences this deception might bring?" The question hung in the air, heavy with concern and unspoken fears. He shot me a glance, his eyes fierce and unwavering, a storm of emotions swirling beneath the surface. His voice was firm, almost defensive, as he replied, "I'm fine. I feel fine. Just let me focus on what I need to do!"

His words, though meant to reassure, felt like a wall between us, a barrier that I couldn't breach. I could see the determination etched on his face, the way his jaw clenched as he pushed through another set of curls, but beneath that exterior, I sensed a vulnerability that he was desperately trying to hide. With a heavy heart, I turned away, tears streaming down my cheeks, choosing silence over further words. I felt the weight of my worries pressing down on me, the fear that he was pushing himself too hard, that the pressure of his comeback was blinding him to the risks he was taking.

In that moment, I wanted to reach out, to pull him back from the edge of his ambition, but I knew that he was a man driven by his dreams, and no amount of pleading would change his mind. I could only watch as he poured every ounce of himself into his training, hoping that he would find his way back to me once the dust settled, once the adrenaline of the ring faded and the reality of his choices came crashing down.

As the day wore on, I found myself surrounded by the items I was preparing for Bianca in the nursing room. The sight of all the baby essentials brought a wave of tranquility over me, filling me with anticipation for her first meeting with her mom and dad. Just then, Roman entered, wrapping his arms around me from behind and planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. He expressed his heartfelt apologies, assuring me that Bianca and I were his utmost priorities, even as he acknowledged the demands of his career. After a moment of tenderness, he departed to catch his flight, leaving me with a lingering ache from his earlier words that had stung more than I cared to admit.

True to form, I tuned in to watch Roman's first public appearance since the incident, and the atmosphere was electric, crackling with anticipation and excitement. The moment his theme song blared through the speakers, the crowd erupted in a wave of cheers that reverberated throughout the arena, a testament to his undeniable star power. Clad in a sharp black suit that accentuated his muscular frame, his hair slicked back into a neat bun, and a microphone firmly in hand, he strode confidently toward the entrance, exuding an aura of determination and charisma. It was clear he was ready to hype up his ongoing rivalry with CM Punk, a feud that had captivated fans and kept them on the edge of their seats.

As he began his promo, the energy in the arena intensified, with fans hanging on his every word. Roman's voice boomed through the speakers, filled with passion and intensity as he spoke about his journey, his struggles, and his desire for redemption. However, throughout his impassioned speech, I couldn't help but notice him clutching his stomach, a subtle yet telling gesture that hinted at lingering discomfort from the recent incident. It was a small detail, but it spoke volumes about the toll that the past few weeks had taken on him, both physically and mentally.

Just as the crowd was fully engaged, reveling in his words, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Suddenly, out of the blue, Seth Rollins launched a brutal attack, catching Roman off guard. The sound of fists connecting with flesh echoed through the arena as Rollins landed a series of punishing punches to Roman's midsection and face. The crowd gasped collectively, the cheers turning into a mix of shock and disbelief. While some might argue that Roman's expressions of pain were part of the act, a calculated performance to draw in the audience, it struck me that he was genuinely affected by the blows. His grimaces and the way he staggered back momentarily suggested that this was more than just scripted drama; it was a visceral reminder of the physicality and risks involved in their world.

As the chaos unfolded, I could see the concern etched on the faces of the fans, many of whom had come to support Roman, their hero. The atmosphere, once electric with excitement, now crackled with tension and uncertainty. Would Roman be able to recover from this unexpected assault? Would he rise to the occasion, as he had so many times before, or was this the beginning of a new chapter in his rivalry with Rollins? The questions hung in my head. 

At that moment, a wave of concern washed over me for Roman. Trapped at home, I felt utterly helpless, as if I were a spectator in a world where I desperately wanted to intervene. The adrenaline of the match had barely subsided, and the tension still hung in the air like a thick fog. After the referees had separated them, I watched as Roman staggered toward the exit, clutching his stomach and looking genuinely distressed. His face, usually so full of determination and strength, was now etched with pain and uncertainty. This is the kind of nonsense I'm always talking about; he's so stubborn and refuses to heed warnings. It's as if he believes he's invincible, that he can push through any injury or setback without consequence.

Once Smackdown went to a commercial break, I turned to Twitter, hoping to find some fans expressing their worries about Roman's condition. I scrolled through the feed, my heart racing with each passing second, but it seemed he had played his role convincingly. There were no tweets from fans concerned about his apparent injury, just the usual banter and excitement surrounding the show. I felt a mix of relief and frustration; on one hand, it was good that people were caught up in the drama, but on the other, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

I decided to let it go for the moment, but the nagging thought of Roman's well-being lingered in my mind like an unwelcome guest. I replayed the scene over and over, analyzing every detail, every grimace that crossed his face. I can only hope that he's alright and that nothing serious has happened to him. The last thing I wanted was for my favorite wrestler to be sidelined, especially after all the hard work he had put into his craft. As the show continued, I found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than the image of Roman stumbling away, and I couldn't help but wonder if he would be back in the ring soon, ready to fight again or if this was the beginning of a longer struggle.