One Shots - WWE Edition

The Executioner's Song - Roman Reigns

Heyo pretty people! I apologise for not being as active the past couple of weeks. Summer classes got me crazy busy. BUT now that I've got this story out I intend to pick up right where I left off! Truth be told I've been meaning to write this one for a while but I wanted to get requests done first. However... I felt it was about time to get this one finished and published. Now is as perfect a time as any! This is sort of my take on the situation with Roman Reigns (babe ♡) at the moment. It's a lot more angsty than what I usually write but naturally I end it with hope! Hope you enjoy and I will picking back up my current requests as soon as I possibly can. Thank you. ✿

.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・． ｡・ﾟﾟ・ ・ﾟﾟ・｡

Roman's theme music blasts from the titantron as Monday Night Raw goes on air. Immediately a deafening chorus of boo's rocks the stadium. His theme can barely be heard over it. Roman stands, chin high, at the top of the aisle he's set to walk down. I watch from the television set backstage, fingers laced together over my chest, as he makes his way to the ring. He and I had a special relationship, the two of us. Not quite a couple but also more than friends. Our blossoming feelings were cut short when his job began taking a turn for the worse. People, for whatever reason, began hating him. They said cruel things to him in person and online. When I tried desperately to comfort him he would coldly push me away. He became quiet, cold, and depressed. And despite all of this I never for one second stopped caring. I was giving him the distance he thinks he needs. But my patience is wearing thin.

People shout snide remarks into his face as he continues his march to the ring. I can't help but notice how stressed he has become lately. The negativity that barrages him from the crowd night after night after night is starting to wear him down. He once approached the ring with confidence that was palpable. It made people want to know him, want to *be* him. Now... he looks as if he is on his way to trial... spurred on by his very own executioner's song of deafening disdain.

This match, like any other lately, is filled with a drowned enthusiasm that dampens the whole set. The only positivity he can see is that these matches allow him to get his anger and frustration out. This leads to him sometimes hitting moves much harder than he should. He has become something of a troublemaker.. much different than how he acted just after his split from Dean and Seth when he was at his highest. The match ends with a win for Roman. But he cannot feel accomplished for the fact that the crowd seems to hate his victories. He leaves the ring in a huff and storms up the ramp to the backstage area. I finally make my decision. No matter how awkward things may be between us right now... I need to do something. I cannot let him feel like this any longer. I find him walking down the long hallway towards his locker room and try to stop him. His eyes only waver a fraction of a second when I approach him.

"Roman!" He completely ignores me and pushes past me. I chase after him, weaving in and out between other wrestlers and apologising to them as Roman simply shoves them out of his way. I reach his locker room door seconds after he slams it shut behind him. "Roman, please!" I pound on the door relentlessly. After what feels like an eternity I give up and rest my forehead against the cold wood door separating me from him. "Please.." I whisper quietly. Finally, after a solid 5 minutes of silence, he opens the door and grabs me by my wrist to pull me in.

"What?!" I flinch slightly when he shouts it at me. This isn't the sweet and soft spoken Roman I know. I stare at the man before me. I hadn't noticed when he shoved past me how bad he looks up close. The only time I see him anymore is on the television. He always seals himself inside his locker room except for matches. I notice he has dark circles under his eyes. His skin a shade of pallor. His hair looks as though he's pushed his hands through it a thousand times. He can tell I'm taken aback by his appearance and he turns away.