Fight Night

Chapter 1: Just Drinks

"Hi… You've reached Deja Carter and I'm not available at the moment. If you would please leave your name, number and a brief message and I'll be sure to return your call as quickly as possible. Bye-bye!"

**beep**

"...-sigh-... Dammit Deja, if you don't answer this damn phone right now so help me I'm gonna kick your ass into next week! I know you're home because I see your car is in the driveway, heifer! You're not gonna like me once my pregnant ass gets to your front door!" Kendra shouted, hanging up her phone as she struggled to get out of her car and make it up to her little sister's door. Some days she truly felt like strangling her sister but she loved her way too much.

Just as she went to knock, the door swung open and there was her kid sister laughing up a storm as always.

"Hey trick!" Kendra mumbled, rolling her eyes as she waddled in past her sister.

"It's good to see you too, Keke!" Deja giggled, racing by her older sister into the kitchen to grab two bottled waters. Granted she lived to get on Kendra's nerves, she always did her best to love and support her big sis. She smiled lovingly and handed her sister the water before plopping down on the adjacent couch.

"So….what's the special occasion that has my big sis all riled up at me this time?" Deja smirked.

"Oh hunny, don't flatter yourself so much." Kendra waved, taking a sip of her water. "I've come to take you out to lunch!"

"I call bullshit… Why are you really here, Keke?" Deja asked again as her suspicions began to form.

"I'm here to ask you to come with me to watch Dominic's fight tonight and also to truly take you to lunch..." Kendra pouted playfully.

"I knew you were up to something!" Deja pointed to her sister as she scrunched her face. "I knew it! And you know I'm not a big fan of that mess…" she said nonchalantly.

"I know but, girl come and support your brother-in-law! He'd greatly appreciate it plus you'd be winning auntie of the year points and….you'll be getting out of the house on a Saturday night. Who knows… that mess could turn into something you'd enjoy." Kendra grinned, rubbing her ever protruding belly. Her countdown was on for the arrival of their baby boy.

"I've already won auntie of the year…" Deja huffed, pulling herself up from the couch. "And the whole little speech about getting me out of the house on a Saturday night sounds an awful lot like mom's words."

"Ok...ok, you caught me!" Kendra surrendered, putting her hands up in the air. "How long did you really think mom and dad we're gonna let this slide? You know they just wanna see you be happy right?"

Deja palmed her face and rolled her eyes looking back over at her sister.

"And just what would make them think I'm not happy? Do I have to absolutely have a man to be happy? No… I don't. And I'm really sick of them trying to use you to 'get through to me'. What's wrong...they think I don't know how to catch a man on my own or something? Did they forget I have beauty, ass and brains?!" she sighed deeply, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Dee…" Kendra sighed glancing at her little sister.

"I'm sorry Keke… None of that was aimed at you, I just…"

"It's alright kiddo. I know what you meant and I know how you feel. Been there, done that...remember?" Kendra giggled.

"Oh God, how could anyone forget Jeff's sorry ass?" Deja squealed as they both burst out laughing. They laughed about Kendra's ex-boyfriend for a few good minutes and finally settled down to catch their breath.

"Ok… I'll go, but only because you and Dom want me there. Not because mom and dad want me to guest star on match maker or some shit." Deja nodded.

"Deal!" Kendra rejoiced.

"Now let's discuss those terms of uh...lunch!"

"Spoken like a true lawyer…" Kendra smirked.

"Where are you taking me big sis?" Deja smiled cutely. "You are still taking me to lunch right, since I gotta look all cute tonight and wear heels and shit?"

"Yes, I'm still taking your greedy ass to lunch." Kendra laughed. "And we're going to Chipotle… Plus me dragging you out tonight gives you a reason to wear one of those sexy dresses hanging up in your closet! You never know what might happen tonight."

"Alright, alright… No need to go all queen optimistic on me now. And how dare you call me greedy." Deja smiled, grabbing her purse as she and Kendra headed out the door.

"Hey I am with child! So I'm not greedy… I'm just eating for two!" Kendra said snarkily as they got into Deja's Mercedes.

"Oh hush preggers… Let's ride." Deja laughed as they set out for the restaurant.

After lunch the ladies stopped by the nail salon for mani-pedi's and Deja got a quick brow wax. She may not have been a big boxing fan but she was beginning to feel a bit lonely. A little mixing and mingling wouldn't hurt anything, right? Deja was a strong and independent woman who rarely relied on others or their opinions and her dating life was strictly at her own discretion.

Her parents believed she was all work and no play. Well at least not enough to play to find a husband. But as a lawyer, how could she possibly make the time? Her mother wanted her to settle down and start popping out grand kids but lucky for her, Kendra and Dominic already has that taken care of so she can lay low for a little while longer.

"Alright baby sis, thanks for driving us around." Kendra laughed, palming her belly. "I'm gonna head home and get ready for tonight. You promise not to stand me up?"

"I'll be there Keke, I swear." Deja nodded to her sister. "Just gotta figure out what the hell I'm gonna wear..." she thought to herself while waving at Kendra as she drove away. Once back inside her house she made a beeline to her closet and began a drastic search to find the right outfit.

"Come on Roman, 2 more! Give me 2 more hits just like that Uce!" Jey shouted at his cousin as he steadied the heavy bag. Tonight was a big night for the Samoan Dynasty squad as Roman Reigns was now only two more fights away from becoming a heavyweight title contender. He and his cousins and his best friend, Dean, had been preparing for this fight for the last three months.

"Alright big dog, you feeling focused and ready for tonight?" Dean asked, handing him a Gatorade. "We need you in rage mode out there brotha! Are you ready for that?"

"You know it man... Got my head in the game and I'm ready to rage! Gonna knock Krylon's ass out!" Roman growled, pounding his fist together. His focus was on and he knew his purpose, but what he didn't know was that there was a new spectator in the crowd...one that would certainly command his attention later on.

"Yes that's it! I like my Roman angry and ready to destroy… Plus I figured we could grab some cold ones with Jimmy and Jey after you kick Krylon's ass." Dean shrugged.

"Oh hell yeah! You know we're going in tonight after this fight!" Jimmy rejoiced. "Now let's get ready Uce..."

Roman stretched one final time as he slipped on his robe and allowed himself to get in the zone. His match was first and the pressure was on. The only thing that stood between him and his next few matches was Mark Krylon.

Deja and Kendra shuffled through the crowd of various cat calls as the usher helped them to their ringside seats. Since her older sister was clearly pregnant and married, they both knew all the whistling and other forms admiration that was being shouted was aimed at Deja who was sporting a curve hugging white and red pencil dress.

"You just had to wear that dress, huh?" Kendra teased, elbowing her baby sister.

"Well… you were the one that said I finally get to wear one my dresses. Plus this is more of like a power dress for me. I feel like…"

"You could rule the world with a wag of your little finger?" Kendra interjected. "Cause honey… looking around this room, you certainly could with a smile and a wave." Deja blushed, shaking her head as she surveyed the room. Not a single man there had caught her eye.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Fight Night 15! This first contest is scheduled for five 3-minute rounds and it will determine who advances on into the World Heavyweight Championship contender rounds."

"Ooh...a heavyweight battle, this should fun." Deja smirked, sipping her beer as the music of the first fighter began to play.

"So is there anything I need to know about any of this?" she shouted to Kendra as the arena grew louder.

"Not really… Just enjoy the fight! No need to over analyze, you should have fun and not be in lawyer mode." Kendra giggled.

"Introducing first… from Jackson, Mississippi… representing the Bulldog fight squad, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… Mark "The Short Cut" Krylon!"

"The Short Cut... really?"

"Deja…" Kendra sighed.

"I'm just saying…"

"And his opponent… from Pensacola, Florida… representing the Samoan Dynasty, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds… Roman "T.K.O" Reigns!"

"Alright seriously these names…"

"Deja!"

"For real… like, T. holy shit that man is fine!" Deja shouted as Roman Reigns stripped out of his hooded robe. For once she had been completely blown away and left speechless.

"Uh-huh… It's about time you finally shut the hell up!" Kendra mocked, nudging Deja who seemed to be lost in a fantasy while she stared at Roman.

"Keke shut up! This man is too fine for me to be paying attention to you right now." Deja panted, playfully swatting away at her sister. It was almost as if she had forgotten how to act and nearly seemed desperate to be noticed. Luckily her sister was there to bring her back down to earth.

"Deja Marie Carter, sit your ass down! You are not about to embarrass yourself or me up here looking like some thirsty, stalker chick! You are a woman of class. All you need to do is take a seat and watch the fight… Now sit!" Kendra demanded. Deja looked back at her sister with wide eyes, still in shock that she called her out by her full name but she didn't argue. She turned her attention back to the ring and somehow made eye contact with the big man as she smoothed out her dress and took her seat.

As soon as the bell rung, Reigns and Krylon were in the center of the ring. They circled each other and Krylon attempted a few jabs that were not very successful. The man grew frustrated with each failed punch that he threw and it was his frustration that became his undoing. There was a reason Roman Reigns was still undefeated and known as TKO… he always knew how to pick his spots.

"What you got son? Come on bitch boy… show me what you got!" Krylon taunted, taking a few more swings at Reigns. He went for his patented left jab and made the crucial mistake of opening himself up to Roman's crushing right hook.

"Night, night asshole…" Roman mumbled as his fist connected with his opponent's jaw. Krylon went down face first with a slam to the mat. The referee immediately jumped between the two men, forcing Roman back into his corner as he checked on Mark and began the 10-count. With a wave of his hand, the fight was over in two minutes flat.

Deja could damn near feel her heart beating through her chest as she stared up at Roman. He had her full attention until she felt Kendra reached over and pushed her chin up with a finger.

"Since you weren't gonna close your mouth, I did it for you." Kendra laughed, shaking her head. "You really are starstruck right now, aren't you?"

"Maybe a little…" Deja blushed.

"A little? Come on baby sis, you know you can't lie to me. I can see the twinkle in your eyes and you like him." Kendra teased. It was rare that Deja got flustered but this was a night she couldn't deny it.

"I'm uh… I need to go to the restroom." she huffed, standing up from her seat. "You want any snacks or anything while I'm up, preggo?" Deja giggled.

"Nah I'm good. Just make sure you're back in time for Dominic's fight. You don't wanna miss your brother-in-law." Kendra winked as her sister made her exit. Once she made it to the corridor, Deja weaved her way through the massive crowds in search of the restrooms. After a few minutes she finally made it to a clearing and saw a sign pointing to the restrooms that weren't as jam-packed.

"Oh thank God!" she thought as she barged through the door. She washed her hands and did a quick retouch of her makeup before stepping outside into a media frenzy. Local news reporters and various other sports broadcasters from afar had Roman and his team surrounded, asking questions and she somehow ended up in the middle of the chaos.

"Roman, are you aware that there's already talk of your next fight being against Sean Ardmore?" one reporter shouted.

"Do you think you're ready for a shot at the title yet?" another yelled.

"Well…" Roman started.

"Who's that beautiful woman with your team? Is that your wife or girlfriend?" a third reporter chimed in. Deja didn't get a chance to escape as Roman turned and locked eyes with her. She froze in his gaze and had to give herself a mental reminder to not let her jaw drop. A coy smile crossed her face as she gave him a little curtsy and wink.

Roman had gotten a glance of her in the crowd just before the bell rang for his fight but that was nothing compared to the view he was getting right now. His steely grey eyes scanned Deja's body from the curly tendrils atop her head all the way down to the candy apple red polish on her toes. He licked his lips and pulled her close, resting a hand on her hip making her gasp softly.

"I'm Deja…" she whispered, quickly biting her lip and playing to the cameras with an innocent little smirk and wave. Roman simply rolled with her vibe and pulled her a little closer as he wrapped up his interviews. He didn't confirm or deny any of the reporters questions involving the beautiful woman by his side but part of him was quite happy to have her there.

"Alright folks, enough with the questions. This man has earned the rest of his night off so if you'll excuse us, we've got some celebrating to do and I'm sure he'd like some alone time with his lady." Dean announced, giving Roman and Deja a little wink. Although she wasn't sure how she got dragged into this, Deja certainly wasn't contesting being held against Roman's big, firm body.

Per Dean's request the reporters disbursed and Roman and his team made their way towards the locker room area. Deja finally found her opening and broke away from them as she started her trek back towards the main corridor to the arena.

"Leaving me so soon, sexy?" Roman asked with a grin as Deja stopped in her tracks. "I was just starting to have some fun…" he smirked. She closed her eyes and quickly swallowed the lump in her throat to calm herself down. Never in a million years did she expect his deep voice to be so velvety smooth. She knew it was time to play hard to get.

"Aww well, I'm sorry to ruin your fun big boy but I've gotta get back out there to my sister. She's the only reason I'm here… Well I'm actually here to see my brother-in-law's fight." she shrugged.

"And who's your brother-in-law, if you don't mind me asking?" Roman said, swatting at his cousin Jimmy who was trying to distract him while he spoke with the beautiful woman.

"What's it to you, if you don't mind me asking?" Deja retorted with a sassy little grin of her own. She could tell by his stance that she was getting under Roman's skin, making his blood boil with lust as she was feeling the same towards him. His eyes were studying her every move and she knew he was hooked.

"I uh… Just wanna get to know a little more about you, Ms. Deja…" Roman smirked, raising an eyebrow at her curiously. "I mean, I know your name. I'd like to know your number as well." Deja giggled, waving her hand at him nonchalantly.

"Well aren't you cocky?" she teased. "What kinda girl do you take me for?"

"A damn good looking one, with a hell of a lot of confidence!" he stated firmly. "But I understand if you don't wanna give me your number. How about after your brother-in-law's fight, you join me for a celebratory drink at The Vortex?" he proposed. Deja rolled the idea around in her head for a few seconds and could already hear Kendra lecturing her if she passed this up.

"Name your time big boy and you just might see me…" she replied.

"11:30… We'll be in VIP." Roman nodded. "Hell bring your sister and brother-in-law… which you never told me who he was." he chuckled.

"It's Dominic Valdez…" Deja smiled as her phone started to buzz. She knew her sister was going to call her eventually so she raised her phone sheepishly to excuse herself from talking to Roman.

"Don't forget… 11:30 sexy! Hope to see you there!" he shouted as Deja waved back at him while answering her phone. "Didn't know Dom was her brother-in-law…" he mused, walking into the locker room to join his boys.

"Where the hell were you?" Kendra snapped as Deja took her seat.

"Sorry… got caught up in a media circus. And… I kinda sorta received an invite to The Vortex tonight." she blushed, looking over at her big sister.

"An invite from whom?" Kendra inquired.

"Roman Reigns…" Deja coughed, trying to muffle his name.

"Who?"

"Roman Reigns…" she coughed again. Kendra's mouth fell open as she stared at her sister in disbelief.

"You didn't…"

"No, no, no, God no! I did not stalk him! Jeez Kendra, thanks for the lost faith." Deja scoffed. "I'm perfectly capable of catching a man without having to stalk him. Beauty, ass and brains, remember?" she said pointedly.

"Well excuse me miss thing!" Kendra mocked playfully rolling her eyes. "So… are you gonna go?"

"You know… I think I will. Besides, a few drinks with a hot man never hurt anybody...right?" she giggled as the music began to play signaling the start of the main event. Deja was happy to be there to support her family, but she saw nothing wrong with having some fun for herself after the big fight. After all, she was only meeting Roman for drinks. How bad could it be?

Ok so... I know I've got a bunch of stories I'm already working on but my brain did it again lol. This is another one that should've just been a one-shot but nope! But anyway, thank you all so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! There will be more Roman and Deja coming soon, in the meantime I sincerely hope you enjoyed the start.

XoXo my lovelies,

-S