Trust Comes First (A WWE Fanfic)

Chapter 93 Rumours

   He slipped through and I turned back, heading to the bus. The boys were in their rooms but someone was in the shower. Seeing Roman's room empty I grabbed my outfit for tonight, plugging in my curler. Doing a quick touch up I defined some curls, teasing the underneath to give it more volume and the crazy feel. Redoing my makeup I darkened my eyes, making the grey more stormy than silver. Staining my lips crimson I heard the bathroom door open and then shut, someone else going in. Our door opened and Roman walked in, trousers on and hair slicked back.

"Jax get out alright?" he asked as I turned back to the mirror, patting my concealer, making sure I wasn't shiny.

"Ya, I walked him to the fence." I nodded, satisfied with my appearance and I put all my stuff away in the drawer.

"How are you feeling about tonight?" he asked as I scooted back on the bed, holding my clothes in my lap.

"I don't know. I'll just worry about one match at a time and deal with whatever comes." I murmured, watching Roman pull on his vest.

"Well whatever happens at least we're all together on the same page at last." He grinned, snapping the buckles on the front before walking out, giving me privacy to change.

I stripped quickly, stepping into my pants, doing the belt and then the buckle. I let my mind clear as I got dressed, almost ritualistic in its comfort. Pulling on the mid length sleeves I slipped the vest on, doing the buckles. Sitting on the bed I pulled on my boots, lacing them up fluffing the bottoms of my pants. Taping my hands up a bit I pulled on my half gloves, doing the Velcro up on the top. Glancing in the mirror I saw my determined face and stepped out, seeing Dean and Roman standing there, dressed with their game faces on. Dean had his title on the table, next to mine and I joined them.

"You guys ready for this?" I asked, flexing my hands.

"Ready to take them down." Dean nodded, "How you feeling about being at Wrestlemania again?"

I bit my lip glancing over at Roman who was rubbing his wrist, the familiar tic catching my eye. "I'm hoping it goes better than last time I was there." I laughed, Roman looking away, "Don't do that. Don't go back to that place Roman. It was a long time ago and now we're back at Wrestlemania. Only this time it's going to go a lot better."

"Yupp. You guys got this." turning when I heard the door open, seeing Seth walk out, ready to go.

He joined us and Dean picked up our titles, handing me mine, slinging his over his shoulder. Wrestlemania had already started and we stalked across the lot, moving quickly to the door, heading inside. It literally felt like a tornado in there. People were all over the place, making sure everyone was where they should be. I stood between Roman and Dean, watching everyone run around and I let out a shaky breath. Roman looked down at me and I gazed up at him, feeling the worry on my face.

"Don't worry baby girl, it's gonna be ok." He whispered, taking my hand, pulling us forward.

We walked through the halls, my hand clutching Roman's not letting go for dear life. We were getting some looks from people but I ignored them, instead grabbing a time sheet from a worker. I held it in my other hand with the title as we made it to the locker room, walking in. The TV was on, but I ignored it, sitting on the couch. I put my title on the table unfolding the sheet. I read quickly doing my best to ignore Phil's match against Cesaro, until I found mine. It was two matches after the one on the TV and then two more till Elimination Chamber. Seeing it there in writing made it hit home and I pushed the paper away, rubbing my forehead with my fingers. Someone jumped over the couch, landing roughly before resting their head on my lap. Letting my hand drop I saw Seth lying there, looking up at me, fingers laced across his stomach.