Sorry for the uber long wait. Life has been busy with work and Feb. looks like it will be the same. I wanted to update a little and hopeful I haven't lost too much of my mojo with my writing. Special thanks to Seyajany and Jadziwine for their encouragement and a few ideas when I'm in a slump. Thanks to old readers who are hanging in there with me and new readers who are coming along for the ride.

Monday Night Raw is coming to my town 2/3/14 so hopefully a new motivation will emerge.

As always, I don't own anything or people related to the WWE. Celeste belongs to me, but that is about it.

Chapter 22 – At an Airport in Kansas City, MO – Apr 20 Day of WWE House Show

Roman perused the waiting area of the airport to keep an eye out for eagle eyed Cameron. He successfully ducked and dodged the persistent woman for the past week. To slip past her grasp, Roman wore his hair in a ponytail, traded his contacts for glasses, and kept the brim of baseball hat pulled over his face. Albeit he never verbalized it to Cameron he was done with her. He first bombarded her with the silent treatment. Roman escalated his break-a-way plan by ignoring her calls and texts, followed with the cherry on top refusal to see her. Roman felt by ignoring her she would take the hint and leave him alone, but her persistence failed to cease.

If Roman ever felt guilt for secretly dismissing the woman, Dean was quick to point out Cameron had a thing for Roman and had a take no prisoners approach when it came to all matters Roman Reigns. Dean's interest in Roman's love life was 75% self-serving and 25% regarding Roman's well being. Dean truly didn't want to see his friend tied up with a succubus and that union needed to end with a quickness. Cameron's existence affected Roman's concentration in the ring and made him incredibly moody most days.

Her nasty demeanor had a way of filtering down to Dean and Seth which in turn caused them to have a bitchy attitude too. Unfortunately for their wrestling opponents, they received the brunt of the boys's stress relief. Dean and Seth were on a mission to highlight Cameron's flaws at every turn and helped show Roman her true nature. It didn't help her case Roman would compare Cameron to Celeste. In his heart, there was no comparison and she lost out every time. With all the evidence regarding who Cameron really was and her intentions, Roman made the decision to give her the old heave ho.

Roman's ears perked up when he heard familiar, faint laughter. His attention came to Celeste and Phil two rows in front of him. He tried to ignore them by turning up the music on his phone, but just couldn't shake their intrusion. Roman sat up, straightening his posture to watch Phil use Celeste's legs as his personal pillow while he played with his Ipad. Celeste appeared so serene in the moment running her fingers through her man's hair with one hand and leisurely rubbing his chest with the other.

Jealousy arose within him watching this man take his spot, with his woman. It was Roman who used to make her smile the first thing in the morning. It was he who offered emotional comfort when she was angst ridden. It was Roman who loved her with reckless abandon, so much he put his marriage on the line to be with her. Now it was he who was left alone to try to start his life again, but he couldn't; he was stuck in the past.

Roman whipped out his phone, fingers typing furiously. Content with himself he watched the couple for a reaction. Roman noticed Phil sit up and reach into his sweatshirt pocket to get his phone. Phil's inquisitive eyes scanned his phone. Hazel eyes met dark eyes, creating a tension between he and Roman that was a long time coming and only the two of them noticed.

Roman always felt Phil was nothing and incredibly unremarkable as wrestler. He didn't believe the hype regarding Phil, Mr. CM Punk and found him to be overrated at best. He felt with the right push from WWE management he could soon take over the number 2 slot from Phil. Roman just needed the opportunity to show management he could be a top guy and his woman in the corner cheering him on.

He held an unyielding look of dominance on his face, almost taunting Phil to make some sort of gesture. When he saw Phil didn't make a move, Roman smirked to let Phil know his presence that shouldn't go neglected. Trying to make Phil insecure, he waved a "friendly" hand in the air.

Phil blankly stared at him, unmoved and unimpressed. The touch of Celeste's hand tugging on his arm made Phil return his attention to her.

"Babe why did you jump up so quickly?" she asked concerned with his abrupt manner.

"Just damn twitter feeds. Seems yours is starting to get quite the following C," handing her the phone.

Roman Reigns WWERomaneigns Apr 20

Our girl Aaliyah Jayne is up against Natalya tonight for a second time to deliver justice this Monday night on Raw! TheShieldWWE WWERollins TheDeanAmbrose WWEtherealAaliyahJayne #beautifulcastrophe #BelieveintheShield

Celeste nonchalantly returned his phone to him, dismissing the comment. "It's work Phil. Besides he knows I hate tweeting and if he makes a comment or two he helps keep my page stay current. To show you what I think of tweeting, I rarely even do it. The phone is off as we speak and tends to stay off anyway."

A line for boarding the plane caught her attention. Rather than address the Roman situation, she chose to save it for another time. She had just gotten to a point where everything Roman did, she could dismiss it and remain unaffected. If she and Phil started arguing in an airport she could expect to be the subject of gossip in the locker room.

"Shut your phone off, it's time to roll Phil," she urged him and tried to distract him. Gathering their items, they made their way to the line. Phil kept his eyes on Roman, who was a small distance behind them. Phil trusted Celeste, but not Roman.

Roman noticed when Phil spoke of Celeste in the locker room, Roman always seemed to have his head perked up like a meercat trying to be nosy. Phil knew he was one to watch especially since he noticed Roman tweeting to her multiple times a week. He always felt there had been a connection between the two, but felt the past was the past and never asked. Considering Roman had already tweeted her 6 times in the span of 2 days, he felt it necessary to keep an eye on this situation.

Chapter 22 – At the Airport, Destination: Lakeland, FL – Apr. 20 House Show

Cameron eyed her black and beige Fendi suitcases going around and around the dusty turnstile. Looking around the area there were no main event wrestlers, no mid carders, not even any NXT wresters to help a lady in distress with her bags. Normally Roman was the chivalrous one who acted as her personal bellhop, but lately he wasn't making himself available like he used to. How she missed the days of taking advantage of him in every way he would allow and she could get away with. However, these days Roman was MIA and avoided her like her first name was outbreak. Throughout their plane ride she tried to locate Roman, but he was nowhere to be found. Taking a deep breath, she mustered all of her strength to pull both of her overloaded suitcases off the turnstile.

The click clack sound of Cameron's heels echoed throughout the hallway, accompanied by her complaining to herself for engaging in manual labor. Making her way to the car rental, she noticed Roman, Seth, and Dean loading their vehicles.

Approaching the vehicle, she noticed the slim frame of Seth putting luggage into the back of the vehicle. "Do you have room for one more?" Gesturing the handle of her bags towards Seth to add and offered a huge toothy grin.

Seth heard the familiar shrill voice and eased himself from the back. Looking her up and down he narrowed his eyes in uncertainty. The woman didn't seem to have a clue as to her current status with Roman and he was debating the possible outcome of being the bringer of bad news.

"Yeah, Cameron you aren't rolling with us anymore. However you were getting to your destinations before you met us; you'll need to resort to those methods again."

Dean noticed the two in conversation and slyly eased his way over to the pair. Dean was enthralled Cameron would no longer grace their trips with her form of sunshine, which he classified as gloom and doom. He was too happy to join in the fun of making Cameron as miserable as he had been during her time as "Roman's girl."

Dean chuckled, hanging his head over Seth's shoulder. "Cami, Cami, Cami. Didn't you get the memo? You can punch out on the time clock, give us your badge, because your ass is fired. You are no longer required or desired," he laughed loudly watching her anger boil.

"Well now that I think of it Cami, I really don't believe you being here was ever desired in the first place, but that's neither here or there. What I'm really trying to say is I know there is a street corner that's missing your, ahem qualities."

Heat rose into Cameron's cheeks, "Dean! No one is even steading you, you irrelevant, cheap ass wanna be, broke down Heath Ledger! Boy bye!" She threw up a manicured hand and dismissed him.

A glimpse of movement caught her eye and she turned to find Roman messing with his phone. Her cell phone went off to a tune of "Baddest Bitch." She whipped out her phone to read a twitter message.

Roman Reigns WWERomaneigns Apr 19

Come see me and TheShieldWWE at wizardworld Chicago Comic Con Apr 27 at 3pm

The announcement was accompanied by a picture of all four Shield members taking a group picture from earlier in the day. Dean was crouched down in front of the other three members. Seth had his arm around Celeste's shoulders and Roman had an arm around her waist with all of his focus on her.

"One big freakin' family!" she huffed annoyed to see Roman yet again engaged in all that was Celeste.

Cameron stormed over to him and tapped him on his muscular arm. "Really? While you're so busy posting your meet and greets, you're going to let him talk to me like that? You're really going to let him say these horrible things to me? Why aren't you checking him and stop checking out Celeste?"

Roman unenthusiastically tore his eyes away from the phone and grunted. "Yes, he can talk to you like that. I thought it would be obvious since I have made no effort to contact you or travel with you. I haven't had any interaction with you this week. There's been no phone calls, no texts, no anything. So since you can't see the obvious let me make it plain." Roman moved towards her and allowed his face to be a few inches away from hers.

"Cameron we're done. I don't know why in the hell I allowed you to get me tangled in your dumb ass plan."

Dean held the hugest smile, hollering for Roman to come on so they could head for the hotel. "C'mon man! You've already dropped the house on the Wicked Witch of the East! Ding dong! That damn witch is gone! Steal her damn shoes!"

Roman fought the feeling of allowing a smile to emerge. "Cameron your plan probably had nothing to do with Celeste and everything to do with your wanting me. I'm not interested. Never was, never will be. Leave Celeste alone."

He hopped into the car and watched a fuming Cameron stamp her feet in frustration. Realizing other travelers held eyes upon her, she pulled herself together remembering while out in public she was representing the WWE Corporation.

"Fucking Celeste! Here I was thinking I was going to try to take it easy on her I see that can't be. She better watch out…something this wicked is headed for her and this shit isn't over by a long shot!" she mumbled to herself and stalked to the car rental.

Chapter 22- Celeste and Phil – Together Time at a Gym near Lakeside, FL

Phil wrapped his hand around Celeste's blonde ponytail, the tension pulled her head back while his mouth hovered over her waiting mouth. "I didn't think I would like you as a blonde, but I think I'm used to it now," Phil stated in a labored breath.

"Well you've had a while to get used to it. It's pretty much here to stay so if you don't like it it's tough, urgh!" she groaned, Phil cutting her speech off with another sharp tug of her hair. He released the ponytail and forced her to fall face forward on the sturdy surface, grasping and applying pressure to her shoulder with one hand and holding her arm with the other.

"You sassin' me girl?" he whispered hotly in her ear. Phil's voice took on a raspy, country sounding dialect she had heard him imitate before.

"It's what I do best!" she struggled to look over her shoulder feeling Phil's heavy body on hers stilling her movements.

"Daryl," she hissed, her nails clawing for a release at that moment.

"You know that's not the complete safety phrase and that's the wrong one anyway," Phil teased pushing ever so slightly against her. "Try again and I'll give you a release," he playfully stated using the same impression.

"But he's the one I like," Celeste squeaked shaking her head in defiance to Phil manipulation of her body yet unwilling to let go.

"Merle Di-Dixon! Merle Dixon!" The words loud and echoing, flowed from her mouth like water from a faucet, she could take no more.

The names Daryl and Merle Dixon referenced characters from one of Phil's favorite TV shows the Walking Dead. In her time with him, Phil exposed her to new world of comics and Walking Dead Fandom. They spent many nights cozying up to one another getting Celeste up to date on past seasons so she would be ready for the upcoming season.

He released his hold and rubbed her shoulder to take away the pain he previously applied. Thin lips and scruffy chin hair grazed the area which held a dull pain. Both Celeste and Phil were panting as he rolled off her sweaty body. "You are deceptively stronger than you appear," he whispered somewhat winded into her ear. "You clearly don't know your own strength at times. I feel like I was woman handled by you!" he chuckled.

"I think some people would call that being passionate," she eyed him over her shoulder. Phil moved closer to her licking some of the salty goodness off her shoulder. His tongue tickled her skin, causing her to tremble.

"Hunger even. Whatever you do, remember aggressiveness is good even desired," he stated rising to his feet. Phil extended a hand to help her up. Accepting the gesture, she slowly rose so they may meet one another eye to eye.

"You good?" Phil inquired licking his lips while his eyes took note of every curve on her body where his lips longed to travel. His eyes bounced from her bountiful chest to her plump backside.

"Hmm," Celeste sighed, meticulously walking towards him. "I could use a minute or two of recovery then I wanna go again. Surely you're up for another go?" she eyed him like a kid in anticipation of opening a Christmas gift. Tilting her head in a seductive manner, she allowed her finger to glide over his nipple causing it stiffen under her manipulation, "Don't give out on me now."

"One more time," he playfully bargained with her, but looked at her sternly. "Just once C."

"Two. There are two moves I want to try, then you can call it a day, until much later on tonight perhaps," Celeste interrupted offering pouty flirtations.

"Okay," Phil sighed kissing her while his hands squeezed her hips.

"Have I said thank you and I really appreciate the time you spend with me on my wrestling training? I really feel fortunate to be under your tutelage, and 'tutelage.'"Celeste sucked on her bottom lip and appeared receptive to his gripping, explorative hands.

Looking at the clock on the wall next to the Benston's Gym sign, she realized they had just spent an hour training. She knew they needed to wrap up training for the day and save the rest of their energy to use on fellow wrestlers later that night.

"Yeah, yeah," Phil rolled his eyes in mock exasperation releasing her. He eyed her, standing with his legs shoulder width apart and arms folded.

"C'mon babe. I gotta bring the toughness if I'm supposed to have your back against Ryback. Celeste shared a wide grin and lightly tapped him on his backside.

Ryback was the WWE's newest good guy, and hopefully the next John Cena moneymaker for the company's future. Phil was no fan of the man and Ryback represented wrestlers from his past who always seemed to cheat Phil out of wrestling opportunities and success. Though Phil was adored by his fans, those in power were slow to give him title opportunities and kept him languishing first in development, then in Mid card.

Ryback had the cookie cutter look of being the type of "big guy" Vince McMahon liked to push, the jacked looking wrestlers for success. Whereas Phil with his fry cook look and average man build/height, was far from what Vince believed to be good for business and left Creative wondering how to push the Straight Edge superstar. With Paul Heyman's encouragement and tutelage, not to mention Phil's own drive catapulted him to stardom. Management's faith in the two as successful stars was another reason the two were drawn to each other, shared warped working experiences.

The writers were working on a storyline where Paul Heyman hired the Shield to interfere with Phil's matches for the upcoming month. Punk vs and Ryback match would battle for his title, and the Shield would cause Ryback to lose. This match was going to be anything goes and knowing Phil, everything would. Violence would be in abundance and the Shield would be all over the place. Celeste was excited since this would be she and Phil's first on line storyline and first interaction at a pay-per-view no less.

"We've been working on your wrestling set for almost an hour! I will give you this C, most of the men on the roster don't have your stamina. This is a good thing that you have in your arsenal, babe." Phil moved to sit on the second rope within the ring allowing her to exit the ring and make her way to the floor.

"Earlier you mentioned wanting to add the hangman to your wrestling set. I think it will be a good move, let's try it," Phil advised getting into position.

"This is how this works Celeste. You need to talk some smack, provide a distraction causing the wrestler in the ring to approach you," Phil walked over to her and leaned over the top rope while she remained on the floor.

"From this angle, you need to hop up here on the apron. Argue with your opponent, maybe even give an open handed slap. Try it," Phil waved her to do so. Before he could say anything further pain seared through his right cheek.

Bugging his and dropping his mouth into an "O" formation, he appeared startled by her slap. "You know this is…this is practice. I'm sure it didn't occur to you I might want to do things with my mouth later, like I don't know…eat. Drink…." He sarcastically stated while looking at her strangely.

The pain resonated in his cheek causing him to rethink if allowing Celeste to hit him was a good idea. He held his jaw moving it from side to side, and made a mental note to stay in her good graces in the future.

"Sorry," she mouthed, truly not meaning to hit him so hard.

Suspiciously raising his eyebrow he continued on, "When I come towards you, clasp your hands around my head, drop down from the apron to the floor," Phil ordered her.

Her eyes cautiously looked up at him while she did as instructed. Phil kept his throat from hitting the ropes by placing his arms onto the ropes when she dropped to the floor. He bounced off the ropes and fell onto his back "acting injured" on the floor.

"Phil!" Celeste exclaimed! She quickly hopped back up on the apron and headed towards him to see how he truly injured he was.

"I'm fine," Phil jumped to his feet showing his throat was fine and line free from the thick ropes. "Good job, Blondie!"

Not believing him, Celeste examined his throat running her fingers up and down his neck. Her light touches gave relief to fading pain.

"Are you done feeling me up?" Phil inquired with a smirk.

"Well no…" she replied satisfied Phil wasn't injured. "Do you want me to stop, seeing how I keep whupping that ass?" she added with a smirk that mirrored the one he gave to her on a daily basis.

"I mean don't quit on account of me. I even have some suggestions on other areas you can attend to," Phil mischievously chided.

"I'm looking forward to this more than you know. Better bring you're 'A' game son cause I brings it!" she warned him exiting the ring. "Coming for your title 'Best in the World!" she laughingly trashed talked her man. Walking backwards, she kept talking until she was out of Phil's view. Turning around, she hit something solid. Glancing up she noticed the wall was Ryback's muscular chest.

Ryback placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly backed her off of his chest to create personal space between the two.

"Well, what do we have here?" he displayed a crooked toothed smile, giving her a quick review.

"My apologies. I wasn't watching where I was going," she glanced over her shoulder to see if Phil followed her, but he never came. From a distance, she saw him pacing back and forth on his phone engaged in a conversation.

Returning her attention to Ryback, she noticed sparkling blue eyes upon her, softening his harsh look.

"I've seen you in passing around the arena and all that. I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting before," he stated casually in a gravelly voice.

"Yeah, funny we really haven't crossed paths before," she spoke unaffected by his dominant presence with his big, thick muscular frame.

"You're Punk's girl aren't you?" Ryback half closed his eyes realizing not just who she was, but who she belonged to.

"No, not girl. I'm his woman." Celeste plastered a fake smile, wanting to get away from him. Ryback gave off a creeper vibe that made her feel uncomfortable. She remembered a past conversation with Dean and Seth where Dean had nothing good to say about Ryback. If Dean is saying the guy means people no good and even he gets iffy vibes then maybe a girl ought to be careful around him.

Looking her up and down again he chuckled amused she didn't care to be called a girl, "Pardon my manners. Of course you are his woman."

She observed his unrelenting stare, making her feel queasy since she didn't know or really want to know where he was going with this conversation.

"I see you've been getting a lot of heat with the crowds these past few months. You and the boys are really causing everyone to take notice. When I heard I'd get to work with the four of you, I was happy. All of you are hot right now. It's time I've had a decent story line," his arms were so thick he could barely fold them across his massive chest.

"This upcoming storyline with you sounds epic. Plus adding Phil to the mix, I expect quite a show from everyone involved," she stared him in his eyes shaking off her uncomfortable feelings.

"Aaliyah is it?" he asked unsuccessfully, knowing full well who she was.

Celeste nodded, "Aaliyah Jayne, yes."

"I hope you know I have no intentions of going easy on you. You play with the big dogs, I think it's fair to know some of us bite." Ryback grinned again sending chills down her arms. I'm a biter and a mauler too. Think of me as your neighborhood dog who has no respect for you or your property."

"In addition to being a biter and a mauler you forgot to mention you're charming too," she interjected, unimpressed.

"Brains, beauty, and a smart aleck too. Didn't Punk just stumble onto a pot of gold when he found you?" Roarous laugher filled the air while Ryback noted her look of displeasure. "Chill out sweetie. I'm just messing with you and testing the waters. Gotta give you a run for your money since you seem to be on the road to being queen bee and I think you need to know who's king around here."

"Funny you should mention the King. Cuz he's here," a male voice made its presence known. Celeste noticed Ryback's eyes drift from hers to over her shoulder. Following Ryback's gaze she found the voice and smiled from within.

"Phil. We're just shootin' the shit here. I was telling your…woman we have a good upcoming storyline with her, the Shield, and you. You never know with management and their crazy ideas. They may decide to strip you of your belt and give it to me." Ryback chuckled again and had now turned to focus on Phil.

Phil kept calm while speaking with the Neanderthal, "First of all it's a title, not a belt," he stated in a matter of fact manner. "Any true wrestler should know that, but I get your still new and working the kinks out. Second." Phil stepped into Ryback's personal space, "I look forward to teaching you a thing or two in the ring new school."

Cold blue eyes stared at Phil and Ryback loudly laughed while shaking his head. "Soon." Ryback walked past them and headed for the ring for a practice.

When he disappeared, Phil's eyes flew to Celeste. "You ok C?"

"I feel like he just pissed on my leg," she muttered.

"Huh?" Phil asked getting in her line of view.

Now finally able to breathe, Celeste faintly smiled shaking off the encounter. Stretching her hand out to Phil. "No worries, I'm good. Now let's get you some food." They held hands walking away. Celeste looked behind them to see Ryback standing in the doorway watching them. Celeste tried to ignore him and focus on their upcoming day.

A/N - Thanks for reading, please stop by and leave a comment too. Writers appreciate these gestures. Until next time.