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Pride and Prejudice and Wrestling - Part 10

Chapter 10

Characters: Seth Rollins x Reader, The gang from Raw

Summary: When a superstar Hollywood actress (The Reader), interacts with WWE Superstar Seth Rollins at Monday Night Raw, sparks fly. Can Rollins overcome his pride and convince the reader to take a chance on him when she’s still recovering from a nasty scandal caused by her cheating fiancé?

Warnings: Lots of flirting, angsty longing, some smut and maybe some bad words

Tags: @caramara3; panda-girl1999 Note: Sorry this chapter took so long. Despite my planning the story took a different direction and it was a little hard to trust and go with the way the story was directing me. Thanks for hanging in and reading though! :)

Chapter 10 The Undisputed Future Endeavor

It was all over. All of it. The twelve years of climbing. Of going from roughhousing and wrestling my brother and my friends in my backyard to performing at the Armory for hotdogs and paychecks that sometimes never cleared the bank. From being almost future endeavored twice when I joined FCW and then NXT, telling legends, and the boss’ friends who were mentoring me, that I already knew how to wrestle and didn’t need their expertise. Then swallowing my pride and learning how to wrestle the WWE way and gaining their trust. And after all my hard work being made the first NXT champion.

To gaining two brothers, and dismantling the main roster as The Shield. And then finally graduating to being my own man with the golden briefcase.

And of course I would never forget my time being The Man, the Champ, with my own Mania moment when I became champion. Swinging that belt over my head and having all the memories flood back of how I used to do the same in my mom’s living room as a kid, until one day the toy belt flew out of my hands and broke my mom’s favorite lamp.

Something I quickly blamed on my brother. An incident he still rags me about.

And finally, being the face of the company for a year. Carrying it on my back. Alone. Never seeing family, always being on the road, doing charity work, meeting fans. Wrestling almost every night all over the world.

I loved every minute of it. And now it was all over.

Fighting coworkers backstage is a guaranteed way to get yourself future endeavored from the company. And after tonight’s events that announcement is definitely in my future, especially for what happened after my girl got hurt.

Because Enzo had put both her and I in that awkward position. And I made him pay for that. I protect what’s mine. And I may act like it is not true, especially to her but she is ‘my’ girl. I should really thank Enzo for helping me see that. But instead I thanked him with my fists.

And I would do it again. That punk had it coming. Every blow, every fist of mine to his annoying face.

I didn’t give a damn what he said about me on camera or off. I’ve heard all the jokes about my photos. I own it now. I’ve learned from my mistakes.

But how dare that weasel Enzo insult my Princess. I couldn’t let that stand. Him making her feel bad about herself and humiliating her publicly in front of the other superstars. Her coworkers and new family. No way. Enzo hurt her and so I had to hurt him. Simple logic.

I’m not like some guys backstage who run hot and get into fights all the time. I don’t have issues with people. It’s true, I keep to myself and some find that off putting, even smug, but I have never been in or started a non-kayfabe fight backstage, until tonight.

Sometimes people can’t separate what they see on tv vs what is reality. People think I’m either hated by my Shield brothers or we are as tight as thieves. It is true I haven’t been as close to Dean and Roman backstage since we broke up The Shield, but they are always there for me. That’s true. They are my brothers out of the ring. They always will be. There can be times when we don’t talk at all but when we come together we are still brothers. We don’t have to say a word for that to be true.

And that was true even now as I waited in a brightly lit hospital hallway to see my girl after all the tests they were doing. Roman, instead of going back to the hotel and resting before his early flight home tomorrow, was sitting beside me in his workout gear while we waited for word on how she was.

The knowledge of what I did to her with that accidental hit to her face sunk in and the pain was deep. I hurt my princess and the knowledge of that was killing me slowly. I didn’t mean to hurt her. Certainly never meant for that fist, which was intended for Enzo, to make any kind of contact with her. My heart stopped for a moment when I realized what happened.

But after taking that bump for real there was no way she was ever going to forgive me. No way she would continue with this kayfabe game.

She was going to run. I knew it as surely as I knew my name. She was going to run away from us lunatics in the WWE and she was going to run away from me. Just like she did in Miami.

Losing my career was one thing. These days the independents were thriving. I could revive Tyler Black from the coma I dropped him in when I signed on the dotted line with the company.

But losing her, that was the kick in the teeth I was truly dreading. Once again I screwed it up.

Even before this shit with Enzo, I hadn’t been the best “fake boyfriend”. I rejected her physically, constantly teased her, made it seem like she was a nuisance to have around.

How could I make her see that I didn’t mean it? How could I make her take a chance on me when there was no good credit left between us?

I finally took my head out of my hands and turned to Roman sitting next to me.

“Ever paint yourself in a corner in an argument with a girl and you realize you’re wrong but you can’t stop the momentum of the argument.

Roman was silent, he just listened, so I continued.

“It’s kind of like when pride and adrenaline just takes over in a fight, and you can’t stop, man. You say things you can’t take back.”

Roman nodded. “Well, I’m married so yeah, I’ve been there.”

Was that a slight chuckle from Roman at the end there? I ignored it.

I raked my hands over my bowed head. “Well that’s where I am. And I’m suffering for it.”

Roman was silent again. I knew from experience he wasn’t ignoring me. He was sorting through all the information before he spoke. That’s the thing the WWE universe doesn’t understand. Roman when he is not in the ring is quiet, unassuming Clark Kent and not Superman.

Suddenly the stoic façade lifted from the big Samoan’s face. He gave me a crack of a smile. “There’s a saying I’ve learned Seth and it will change your life. ‘Happy wife, happy life.’”

I gave him a confused glare.

“Look Seth, you may not be married to her but if you want a smooth road with your girl, you may have to give in sometimes.”

He leaned in and smacked my chest with the palm of his large hand. “You grow the fuck up, be a man and realize the bigger picture.”

I shook my head. “But I fucked everything up in this argument we had back at company HQ before she came on tour. I said things I shouldn’t. Things I can’t take back. So I can’t fix it.”

I took a deep breath. Saying out loud the scenario that terrified me in my head.

“I can’t blame her if she leaves Raw. Especially after Enzo sulked and pulled his stunt. She’s not going to be in some fake storyline.”

Roman turned to look at me. Assessing my reaction to determine what he would say next.

“Isn’t she doing that now, but with you? I mean Enzo was on the money there wasn’t he? This is all a set up for the cameras?”

I cursed aloud. Was it a open secret? “How do you know that?”

Roman rolled his eyes at me which was his way of saying ‘dude, come on.’

“I know you. I know how you act when you’re crazy about a girl.” Roman smirked. “Even if you already had a main girl.”

I ignored that last part. “I’m that bad at showing it.”

“Yeah but not in the way you think. You’re not this guarded usually when you fall for someone. Public displays of affection. Check. Too much information about the relationship. Check. Talking about them non stop until I want to punch you so you’ll shut up. Check.”

Roman paused a moment. “Oh I will give you credit. You’ve made it look real. Whenever you’re in public you reach for her. You touch her or kiss her but it’s only for show. So the only explanation is that it’s not real. This is all kayfabe. The company has asked you both to do this out in public.”

“I’m that bad an actor.”

“I would say no because your promos are strong but then again, I did see that Sharknado thing you did.”

I rubbed my jaw. “Okay that’s jealousy talking Roman. You’re just mad they didn’t ask you to superkick some sharks.”

Roman, ever the diplomat, ignored my remark. “The funny thing is, you are deep into her. You are restrained around her. Almost hesitant. That’s also obvious. Tells me you are serious about her. She’s different than that flood of girls that got your attention in the past.

I rankled at that. “It wasn’t a flood.”

The Big Dog raised an eyebrow at me. “Do we even have to go there Seth?”

“Fine. You win that one,” I replied.

“Look, you obviously care about her. Tell her that. This argument you had at HQ. Squash it. Doesn’t matter. Your ego. Your pride. Bury it. Feeling superior in the moment never feels as good as having that person you care about next to you, warm, in bed. You know what I mean.”

I had a flashback suddenly to the morning after that first night she was with me on tour. After making a fuss about sleeping as far away from each other as possible, I woke up to her in my arms. She felt good against me though I was trying desperately to hide the evidence of my wanting her.

But she didn’t realize I was awake and in what I could tell was panic she kept trying to get herself out of my arms as delicately as possible. I decided then I wouldn’t humiliate her or hug her tighter and tell her this was her rightful place, spooning with me. Instead, I pretended to be asleep until she un-wedged herself and made it safely back to her side of the bed. The memory of the whole escapade brought a smile to my lips. I could get used to waking up next to her every morning.

“I doubt she wants to be next to me in bed or anywhere else right now, Roman. She’s going to run. I know it. That’s her default. There’s no way she is going to stay on after all this drama. Then if you add in what she went through with her ex-fiance cheating and my past I doubt she wants anything to do with me.

“Add onto that the certainty that I’m probably going to lose my career over this thing tonight. That asshole Enzo is going to run upstairs to management and get them to future endeavor me. So I’m losing everything at once.”

Roman shook his head no. “I wouldn’t worry about Enzo. He may sell merch but you’re, ‘The Man’ around here.”

He touched his chest with pride. “Well after me anyway. I’m always gonna be the Big Dog here little brother.”

I gave Roman my patented cackle.

“We’ll see about that. Little brother or not. I’m the Undisputed Future or have you forgot.”

Roman laughed.

“But seriously Seth. If you are hesitant about talking to her plainly. Ask yourself. Why is she doing this? Why is she here with you on tour? Even if she is shy about a new relationship because of her ex she made a choice to be here with you in this storyline.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “She says she needs the publicity. You know these Hollywood types.”

The Big Dog shook his head. “No.”

“I’m telling you she just wants exposure for herself. Just like .…”

Roman put his hands up to stop me.

“Whoa, man. She’s not your ex, Amina. Remember that Seth. They may both be interested in acting but that’s the only similarity.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. They both seemed focused on their careers and using whoever they can to get ahead.”

“Hmm, sounds like an Architect I know.”

“On camera,” I replied, defending myself and my actions. “And that was only me taking advantage of an opportunity not taking advantage of people.”

“Well, your ‘Princess’ is getting reamed in the press since she joined us on the road. Did you know that? Have you seen the roasting she’s taken on Twitter? The memes? The late night jokes? To Hollywood it’s like she joined the circus coming here. Doing this isn’t helping her film career. It’s hurting it. Think on that when you’re trying to protect your precious pride.”

With that final word Roman got up.

I looked up and asked him, “how do you know so much celebrity stuff? Like what they are saying about her on the internet.”

Roman smirked, something he rarely did as he was usually the very idea of stoicism.

“I have a wife that keeps me in the loop. They are handy for that as well as other things which I hope one day you learn about, little brother.”

With that he went in search of coffee while I sat trying to figure out what I should do.

I didn’t have much time to think as the doctor came out of her room.

I jumped up at seeing him. The list of questions in my mind tumbling out.

“How is she? Can I see her? When can she get out of here?”

The doctor, who was older and looked like he should be on a hospital tv show my mom would watch, looked me up and down. I was still in my ring pants and one of my Burn It Down t-shirts that Dean grabbed for me in the rush to the hospital with her. The lunatic was sane enough to make sure all our stuff was out of the arena and made it back to the hotel while I came here.

“And who are you exactly young man?” Suddenly doc was the guardian at the gate. “We have had TMZ and paparazzi outside so I’m going to need some credentials before I can tell you anything. What is your relationship to the patient?

“I’m her boyfriend.” The words fired out of my mouth without my thinking first. Then I realized, I really meant them. Now if I could only convince her to believe they were true.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. I was prepared for her to be mad when she saw me, knowing that I caused her to be here, and sadly I was right.

She was really, really mad. The full lips I always wanted to kiss senseless were thinned into a grim line on her beautiful pale face. The arch of her eyebrows indicated I was really in trouble though. Even in a hospital gown with no makeup and her disheveled hair she looked adorable. Adorable, but mad.

Then I saw what I did. Why she was so angry. The bruised skin of her cheek where my fist accidentally hit her. I closed my eyes a moment and cursed inwardly. The torment I was trying to control could not be contained. I hurt her. The shame spread through me, filling every dead space in my body and especially my heart.

I felt that heart drop to my stomach. I wanted to reach out, to soothe, to comfort her but I didn’t know what to do. She was mad and rightfully so.

Instead of going to her, reaching out and touching her as I wanted to do so desperately, I stood by the hospital door, hands at my side. I figured that there I could do no more accidental damage to her.

“Hey,” I said nervously as I rubbed the back of my neck. “How are you uh, feeling?”

She looked at me and I swear there was a moment of longing in her eyes before she was suddenly stony.

“Ok. They told me I have a slight concussion. After you hit me I fell backwards and the back of my head hit the corner of one of the road cases. That’s what caused the real damage. After that I blacked out and when I came to its been nothing but tests and questions about who is the current President of the United States.”

“Oh.”

Her hands smoothed out the thin hospital blanket over her legs. She didn’t look at me as she spoke.

“I need to stay here overnight for observation. Ensure there is no bleeding on the brain. That happens a lot the doctor says. Patients feel fine but then they fall into a coma the next day. I remember that happened to the actress Natasha Richardson. She never recovered and died.”

“Oh.” That couldn’t happen to her. What would I do if I lost her. That stone in my stomach seemed to get bigger.

She closed her eyes a moment and sighed in frustration.

I looked her in the eyes. “I didn’t mean it.” I rubbed my neck even harder. “I mean hitting you. I would never hurt you. You have to understand that.”

She didn’t say anything. Just sat there but finally, after a long moment, she looked at me. Her mouth softened into a slight smile.

“I know Seth. I never figured you for violent.”

She wasn’t mad at me for hitting her but she was still mad? Now I was confused.

“I can be violent though,” I confessed. “But only when people are threatening who I ….”

Hmm. How was I going to finish that sentence. Who I care about? Who I love? I couldn’t answer that myself.

Why was I suddenly trying to get her to see me as violent. But it was important that she know I would protect her. Not hurt her. Ever.

“Look, all you need to know is that I will escalate things when people hurt what’s important to me.”

She seemed cynical at that. “Ahh, you mean that belt you never won.”

“No.” The word came out of my own mouth with a force that surprised me. Normally it was ‘career first’ with me.

“So this is a jealousy thing?” She now seemed concerned. But there was anger still. Simmering around the words she said. Ready to heat up at a moment’s notice. If she didn’t blame me for her accident then why was she still mad at me? That question kept coming back. Women were too damn confusing.

“No. Wait.” I needed to tell her the truth. I cursed inwardly, angry at the confession. I wouldn’t confess something like this to anyone else. “Yes. I was jealous.”

“Of Enzo. But there was no need. It’s Enzo.”

I moved a few steps closer to her. “But I was still jealous. I didn’t like how he was disrespecting you.”

“You’re taking this kayfabe thing too far Seth.” She was shaking her head at me as I approached the side of her bed.

When I was finally by her side, I took her hand in mine. “No I’m not. I was jealous. I told you. I will always protect what’s mine.”

“Were you jealous with Finn?”

“Should I be?”

She tried to let go of my hand but I held it tighter. I wasn’t letting her get away so easily.

“I don’t know Seth. You tell me.”

“You’re the one who can’t stay away from him, Princess.”

“I was being nice. And you’re avoiding my question. Were you jealous of Finn at that photoshoot? Because that’s how you were acting. Like a jealous asshole. And yet that can’t be true that you’re jealous because you also act like you hate me.”

I thought about Roman’s advice. This was my chance. But I was a coward. Not a feeling I relished admitting to myself. But I couldn’t figure my princess out at the moment and until then it was best to play it safe.

I ran my hand through my hair. It was loose around my shoulders. The hairband I put it up with after the match had fallen off during the fight with Enzo.“Look, that was different with Finn. He needed to be taught his place when it comes to you.”

She scoffed at that. “So that was more about ego with Finn than jealousy? A gorgeous man with like eight pack abs you are not jealous of, but you are somehow jealous of Enzo and me together.”

“Gorgeous? Eight pack abs? So you were looking at Finn. Closely.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Who wouldn’t look,” she teased. “There are lots of hot guys here. Including you, CrossFit Jesus, with your blasphemously tight ass skinny jeans”.

“But this isn’t about Finn for once Princess. It’s about Enzo. If they give him our storyline then you are with him, you travel with him. You pretend to be in love with him.”

“But I’m pretending to be in love with you. That wouldn’t have changed if you didn’t beat Enzo to a pulp tonight after I got hit. That’s what I was told happened while I was out and the medics worked on me.”

I stayed silent and she accurately knew my silence meant yes.

“Damn it Seth! Why do this? Why ruin your career over some pip squeak and all for me when you don’t even want to be around me.

“For someone who is supposed to be an architect, cool and analytical you didn’t think and this mess is the result. Management would have seen Enzo as the ass he is if you hadn’t beaten him senseless. Instead there is the distinct possibility you will be fired right or whatever you all call it future whatevered?”

“Endeavored. Future endeavored.” I let go of her hand. “I don’t understand. Why are you still mad?”

“I am extremely pissed off at you for throwing away your opportunities, for throwing away your career over me. Someone you don’t even care about.”

“Oh.”

That response caused my princess to lose it. “Why is it that the only word you can say when we are having an important conversation is ‘oh’.”

I slipped my hands in the pockets of my jeans. “Honestly. I don’t know what to say and I don’t wan’t to upset you further.”

Why did I feel like I was about to face Braun Strowman in a steel cage match while talking to her right now. I faced the fear and put it away. The same as I did before any big match.

I took a deep breath and held her eyes. Those gorgeous eyes of her that had caught me the first time I saw her. Maybe that was the best place to start.

“That first night on Raw, when you rattled off a list of your favorite male wrestlers, which did not include me by the way, I told you that I could do the same to you. List my favorite actresses. But honestly there’s only ever been one.”

Finally she cracked a teasing little smile. The kind I loved seeing on her.

“Okay so who is it Seth? Let me guess. Uh, Emma Stone or maybe someone dark and edgy. Give me a moment. Even with a head wound, I will figure it out.”

I reached out to take her hand in mine again. To curl her fingers around mine. I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it. “It’s you, Princess. It’s always been you.”

“Oh,” she replied. Obviously she let that sink in. “I don’t know what to say.”

I couldn’t help a light hearted smirk at that. “It’s a miracle. You, speechless. But I’ll take it.”

She hit my arm. “Don’t tease me when I’m not at full mental capacity to tease you back Seth. It’s not fair. A bump on my head and my fuzzy thinking means you might finally be able to take me in our verbal sparring. I can’t afford the loss.”

I stroked her bruised cheek softly. “Neither can I.”

I meant more than just the verbal battle. I meant her. I didn’t want to lose her. Tonight had scared me and I needed her to understand that despite my crappy behavior towards her, she was important to me even if I couldn’t blurt it out in plain language. Maybe it was a midwestern thing.

She covered my hand with hers. We stood for a moment in silence, just soaking in the moment. It wasn’t awkward. It was nice.

When I yawned she chuckled and said, “Go home to the hotel, Kingslayer. Get some sleep. I’ll be fine here at the hospital.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “The chair next to your bed looks fine to me.”

“Oh no. You’re like insanely tall and you crumpled up in that chair all night won’t do. I won’t have you complaining of a crick in your neck because you’re babysitting me. Go back to the hotel. Get some rest. I will be fine here.”

She could sense the wheels turning in my head. I was extremely hesitant to go and she knew it.

Soon the decision was taken out of my hands when a large, black nurse came in to kick me out, telling me I could come back during visiting hours the next morning. She looked pretty stern and I did not want to start a fight with her. She said a orderly would escort me out of the hospital the back way because the press were out front. Apparently TMZ had gotten wind of the accident and was sniffing around for stories.

I looked at my girl. There was more color in her cheeks then when I first came in.

“You’re going to be here when I come back to the hospital?”

I tried to read her expression and look for clues but that beautiful face of hers gave nothing away. “Of course.”

Before leaving, I hesitated a moment in my decision. Reluctantly, I decided to follow the nurse’s orders when my first instinct was to stay and protect. I kissed my girl’s forehead and gave a short grunt, knowing I was defeated in my efforts to stay.

“You’re sure you’re going to be here when I come back to the hospital tomorrow?” Despite my pride and my ego I couldn’t help but ask again.

She pulled me in for an embrace from her seated position in bedp. “Yes. Where would I go Seth?”

I didn’t say it but honestly I didn’t expect her to be here in the morning. She was going to run. Reluctantly, under the watchful eye of the nurse, I looked back one more time at my princess. In that moment I made a decision. Even if she left before I returned to the hospital tomorrow I would not leave it there. I would get her back.

I wouldn’t let her run away from me a second time.

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