Post by Kenzi Grey on Oct 28, 2017 18:04:20 GMT -5
FOLLOWING LAW 71
Chicago, Illinois
I literally got blindsided! LAW 71 was a blur to me, after having my brains scrambled and my ribs brutalized in the ‘hit’ by Maria Salvatore’s thugs...that Milisandre could have stopped in my opinion, I was wholly unprepared for the revelation she dropped on me afterwards. Her words hung in the air over me like a storm cloud... '...I’m in love with Sarah...' At first, I thought she meant the same kind of love that we all had for each other. The same way that I ‘loved’ all of my close friends...but that wasn’t the case. I could see it in her face, I could hear it in her voice, even her body language spoke volumes. She hadn’t meant to make the revelation, I had pressed her after the attack. I was angry over the Breakout Title situation...I was furious over it. When Milisandre made her confession I was struck dumb, rendered mute. For her part, she only seemed concerned that I not tell Sarah...not that she’d betrayed the trust and faith I’d put in her as a friend...one of my closest friends.
I had clenched my teeth, my jaw feeling so tight that I thought they’d shatter in my mouth. I was angry, shocked, and gutted. What would Sarah say about this? How would she feel when I told her? Sarah was closer to Milisandre than any of our other friends. She’d be devastated...and my heart ached with the knowledge that I’d have to be the one to tell her. I told her everything...no secrets between us, TruthZone always. That was one of the tenants of Scientology that I held dear…
Affinity – Love.
Reality – Truth.
Communication – The Expression of my Love and Truth.
I would tell Sarah about Milisandre and then we would weather that storm together, the way we did everything else. I took a deep breath and turned to her as she watched the city lights streaking past from the window of the car that was driving us to our hotel. “Baby, I need to tell you something.” I reached over to take her right hand into mines, to hold her hand tight and lessen the blow. As I did, my hand brushed against the bracelet on her right wrist, even as she absently toyed with the tiny octopus charm that dangled from it...a gift from Milisandre, a gift from her best friend; a woman who loved her, and one she herself loved.
The muscles in my stomach tightened and an acrid taste filled my mouth, like bile...no...worse, like liquid hatred. I wanted to tear it off her wrist and fling it out the window. Better yet, I wanted to beat Milisandre fucking senseless and shove it down her throat; watch her choke on it. I wanted to watch her turn blue and her eyes turn red, then burst out of her skull and roll around on the goddamn floor.
Sarah put her left hand over mines as I held her right. She looked at me, her face colored with concern. “Beloved?”
I saw myself telling her, I saw the look on her face and the hurt in her eyes. In an instant, my world exploded right before my own eyes. “...I love you...” She patted my hand, maybe she even kissed me, I don’t remember. All I felt clearly was the charm brushing against my hand.
I had told Sarah something yesterday that I felt was very deep and compelling after our lovemaking. It was something that I thought would strike a chord within her, given her faith...‘I would strike a deal with the Devil if it meant sparing her a single moment of pain.’ She hadn’t said a word, but that made mines no less true. I didn’t want to hurt Sarah...in any way, not again. As for our ‘friend’ Milisandre? Well, I had made no fucking promises to her. If she wanted the Breakout Title and LAW set us on a collision course...that fucking cunt was going to see a side of me that no one had ever seen before. I was going to destroy her, I was going to FUCKING DESTROY HER!
I was in a foul mood all the next day, even a late night chat with Katie Anderson failed to eliminate all of the pent up anger that I felt. We talked about relationships and I even told her about the horrible incident between Sarah and Jacob, the man from her childhood who had attacked and tried to rape her several weeks ago. Jacob was still on the loose, and that was a concern, all it's own. Katie enlisted the help of her father to help in the search and that made me feel better, but there was still the Milisandre matter to deal with.
I knew, in the order of things, the trouble with Milisandre paled in comparison, still, I did my best to hide it from Sarah. The attack by Maria Salvatore and our tag team loss to the champions provided me with a convenient cover for my anger. Sarah still suspected nothing, even after I exploded my angry word vomit over social media, as I struggled to make sense of the feeling of betrayal that I felt…
I didn’t know if Milisandre would see it and respond, or if she’d even care at all. She had already proven that she didn’t give a flying fuck how I felt about anything at all! She lived under my roof, ate my food, laughed at my jokes, and hugged me like a friend, but in the end, she was just there for my wife. She didn’t give a damn about me, only wanted me out of the way. What Maria did…that was foul, but this was the most intimate assault that I could imagine. Maria was a fucking idiot that I was going to deal with personally at LAW 72…it was professional, just business. What Milisandre did was personal…that was the cruelest cut of all. I was going deal with that…I was going to deal with her!
The more I thought about it, the more obvious it seemed to me. I had been angry over Milisandre not coming to my aid because I thought that she wanted me out of the Breakout Title picture, but in fact...she actually wanted me out of the picture ENTIRELY! If Maria and her thugs had ended me that night, she would have been right there...ready to just slide in and take my goddamn place, without a single tear shed, just like I never existed!
I was jarred out of my thoughts of beating Milisandre to within an inch of her life as my phone chimed with a notification. I glanced down and noticed Sarah responding to raving…
Seeing Sarah’s reply to my cryptic tweet about trust and betrayal only made it more apparent that I could not tell her about Milisandre. There was only one thing more important to me than my faith, and that was my love for her. I hated that Milisandre was forcing me to break my faith...forcing me to withhold information from Sarah, because I loved her more than anything...but I couldn’t hurt her and I would rather spit in the face of the almighty than be the one to cause a rift between them. My ARC wasn’t broken, it was shattered. I needed to go to Terri, my Scientology Spiritual Advisor, I had to find a way to reconcile this, and I didn’t want to be untruthful with my wife.
I grumbled to myself as I thought about what Milisandre was doing to us, “I’m going to kill that bitch!”
I walked into the hotel room following my long phone conversation with my Spiritual Advisor concerning the Milisandre situation. I desperately needed to talk to someone, but my first choice was out of the question. Fortunately, Sarah allowed me to speak with Terri, for all the good that did me. Of course Terri didn’t think I should hide anything from Sarah; our faith prized reality and communication...I was actively violating them by not telling her. The guilt I felt was mounting, and to make up for it, I texted Sarah, hoping that a little dirty make out session would make me feel better about hiding things from her.
I knew it was a poor substitute for the truth, but it was the best I could do for now. When I arrived back to the hotel, I was no more Clear than when I left, in fact I was probably less Clear. I hoped that Sarah wouldn’t see it on my face, or even worse, ask for an adjustment between the two of us. I unbuttoned my top and hoped that what little cleavage I owned would serve as a suitable distraction. “Where’s that bitch with those lips I’m gonna fucking destroy?!”
Sarah, who had been lying in wait, leapt from behind the bathroom door and slapped me on the ass so hard that her hand had to hurt like hell, because my behind was on fire. Sarah ran for her fucking life down the hall and towards the elevator. It took me a moment to compose myself, since I was both frightened and amused by the unexpected attack. I quickly chased after my target, a fine albino chick with a thick ass that bounced when she ran. I could have chased her forever, just to watch that squat booty, but she foolishly cornered herself in the elevator...or so I hoped. “Nowhere to run, nowhere...I’m gonna mouth fuck the shit out of you!” I laughed at my little quip, I had texted her earlier and now that request was about to get filled.
"Come on, come on, come on." Sarah nervously stood at the door of the elevator, frantically punching the ‘close door’ button over and over in the hopes of making an escape. I could see the smirk on her face as he doors started to close in my face. Her look of triumph was short-lived as I stuck my arm between the doors before they could fully close.
I had heard the warnings about sticking your arms into closing elevator doors and I generally heeded them, but those warnings be damned when there was a squat booty about. I stepped inside and the doors closed behind me, the elevator starting to move down; I hit the STOP button. I licked my lips as I surveyed my prey, afraid and excited...just how I liked it. I stalked over and grabbed a fistful of her platinum hair, pushing her back against the glass interior. “You really thought you’d get away from this mouth fucking I planned for you?” I grabbed her face with my other hand, holding her firmly as my excitement rose. I enjoyed this game...but...there was an element to it that troubled me. It had only been last month that Sarah had nearly been raped by Jacob. Looking at her now…the excitement she showed over our game…I wondered...did she secretly enjoy it? I paused, as that thought bounced around inside my head. I watched my Baby, looking for an answer behind those lovely red eyes.
Sarah mustered her courage and put on a look of defiance. "You don't have the balls to fuck my mouth." I could see Sarah’s level of excitement, matching my own through her bra-less shirt as she repeated her defiance, "You don't have the balls!"
Part of me was bothered that she wasn’t fazed by this kind of play, but the other part of me reveled in it. That was the part of me that wanted The Red Queen to fuck up those who would dare to challenge her. Jacob wouldn’t have stood a chance against her fury. Then again, part of me wondered if The Red Queen wouldn’t have fucked him too death first.
…maybe that was the part of her that reveled in Milisandre’s coy advances; the part of her that accept her in my place…
I tried to push that thought out of my head as I held on to that hair and I took my other hand and grabbed a handful of her breasts. I glared at her, “Balls? Who the fuck needs balls?!” I assaulted those fucking lips and drove my tongue so deep down her throat that I hoped she would choke on it. My hand moved down and roughly grabbed that bouncy squat booty. MY FUCKING SQUAT BOOTY! My thoughts turned back to Milisandre and what she had said. No doubt, she would cut off a fucking tentacle to be in my shoes right now. I should have been happy or amused, but instead it made me fucking angry. ‘MINES’ I thought to myself, ‘NO ONE CAN HAVE WHAT’S MINES!’ I pulled back and shoved her roughly to the floor. It was dirty, despite the high end nature of the hotel, but I could give a shit. I was on top of her in an instant as I assaulted her mouth with renewed vigor.
…I was excited…and I was horrified as well…
As I watched her enjoy being ravaged by me, thoughts of the vile nature of Jacob’s betrayal…his attempt to rape my wife came to my mind. Was it anything like this? Sarah had not described the event in great detail…but she had been sure to hit the salient points. He had forced his lips on her…his hands…it had been clear what he wanted, what he meant to take…by force.
…it didn’t stop me from our game, though afterwards, my thoughts of what she had gone through, and how she reacted to it returned with a vengeance…
I held her, as I asked, “Baby…are you okay?”
Sarah moaned and clutched at me as her body trembled. "Oh fuck...oh fuck....oh fuck...so fucking good..." She shuttered and breathed hard, her hands suddenly reaching up and pulling at my braids. "That was SO good!" She let her go of my hair and put her head back down on the floor. "Holy SHIT, I LOVE when you just TAKE me like that!"
Her words excited and concerned me. I didn’t know what a victim of rape would think of doing something like we had just done. Certainly, while Sarah had gotten away from her attacker, she had been shaken to her very core by the experience. It was a betrayal of her trust…not unlike Milisandre was betraying that same trust all over again. Did a part of her crave that attention? Did she secretly enjoy what had ALMOST happened to her?
…if Milisandre did the same…would her advance be met by that very same fury she had fought off Jacob with, or would it be more like the game we had only just played…
I could only lay there and wonder what was going through her head. I could only lay there and try my best to reconcile what it all meant. I desperately wanted to take her hands in mines and pour out my feelings…my concerns…the truth about what her best friend secretly…or maybe not so secretly wanted from her. I wanted to do that with all my heart, but instead all I could muster to say was; “I love you.”
I would need to make a call to Dr. Steve...maybe he would put my mind at ease over this…
NEW YORK
24 October 2017
I was like a lovesick puppy as I cleaved to Sarah everywhere she went. I knew I was smothering her, but I had never felt so close to her as I did after yesterday. The elevator sex had been amazing and troubling all at the same time. I wondered if she was okay after the attack by Jacob, then...the next morning she had awoken me with the most amazing intimacy in our hotel room, and just like that, it had put the negative thoughts right out of my mind. I wanted to just enjoy our two-day vacation to New York to celebrate the expansion of her Firestarter Clothing Brand before getting back to the world...back to reality. I glanced at my phone as I got a text from Katie Anderson. Her dad was on the case and he’d ramped up efforts to capture Jacob. That gave me a reason to dread coming home less, but until that bastard was caught, I wasn’t going to rest easy. He had hurt and betrayed my wife and he needed to pay! Similarly, Milisandre had violated my trust…but unlike Jacob, she had once been my friend…and a very close one at that. There had to be a way to shore up our relationship…to return it to what it once was. This trip had calmed me and as soon as we got back, I was going to call her up to try to talk through things.
Of course, I wasn’t allowed to enjoy any one on one time with my wife. Even while we were hundreds of miles apart, even when Sarah and I were supposed to be enjoy each other's company, Milisandre was right there...talking with MY WIFE while we were on OUR trip! That mumble mouth idiot was staying in my house and licking her wounds from LAW 71, yet she couldn't NOT tweet my wife. A reply from Sarah actually set me off even worse and stirred up all those angry feelings again…
‘ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!’ Was my company so boring that Sarah HAD to tweet to that goddamn CUNT and thank her for that stupid octopus bracelet that she loved fingering while she was with me? This triggered me in a way that I hadn’t been triggered since becoming a Scientologist. This trip was supposed to be our do over for the time she spent in New York with Angie while I sat at home…alone…LIKE A FUCKING FOOL!
…calm…I needed to calm myself, but it was difficult…
What could I say in the face of my wife’s devotion to Milisandre...and her usual bland response? If she were a REAL FUCKING FRIEND she wouldn’t have responded or she would have set the record straight. That sounded crazy, I know, it was too late for all that and maybe I was just stuck being pissed off. Still, in my mind, if the shoe was on the other foot, I would have kept that revelation to myself at all costs. I would have shoved my feeling down deep until they went away, or I felt compelled to go. I couldn’t help but get angry all over again as I thought more about it and came to another realization; Sarah had stolen me from Song, and if she had it to do over again, she’d have done it sooner. What’s to say that Milisandre wasn’t plotting to do the same thing, and now that she knew I was on to her, she was looking to step up her efforts to take what was mines? I was going to have to hurt her...that was the only way to make sure she knew her place. I wouldn’t be the one to ruin my wife’s friendship with her...but I could ruin her in other ways. That whore was dead and she didn’t even know it yet...
"I'M GOING TO KILL THAT FUCKING BITCH!" I blurt out, then immediately regret it as Sarah's eyes fall on me.
Sarah sits down her phone and takes my hands in hers. "What was that all about, Ken?"
I struggle mightily with the idea of telling her what a two-faced cunt Milisandre was, but to be fair, it was actually Sarah who was egging it on at the moment. The traitor had done the right thing and disappeared...leaving me time to cool off and consider talking things out, but Sarah stayed Sarah. Milisandre could have done the right thing stayed quiet, but the disrespectful whore insisted on being a bitch. I no longer felt bad about the terrible thoughts that ran through my mind. Her time was coming... “Sup?” I tried to play aloof.
Sarah grimaced as she looked at me. "Oh, nothing. Just the declaration of murder." She thinks for a moment. "What is this all about Beloved?"
I bite my tongue...I want to scream out Milisandre’s name, but I don’t want her to one day resent me for it. I know in my heart of hearts I should tell her, but I refuse to hurt her...I know it will hurt, I’m not as close to Milisandre as Sarah is and yet, I’m gutted at the thought. I compose myself, thankful that this isn’t an ARC adjustment. Terri had told me in no uncertain terms to tell Sarah the truth, but I didn’t take her advice...instead, I broke faith as I lied...and grew even angrier at Milisandre for it. “Maria...it’s Maria.”
Sarah's countenance darkens. "What a piece of work SHE has turned out to be. I hope you trash her within an inch of her life, Beloved."
I agree with this wholeheartedly, and while I was certainly going to TRASH Maria Salvatore…or Spencer as she now called herself, she was just a placeholder for Milisandre Crowthorne. LAW had smartly put me in the ring with a traitor for LAW 71, but every time I hurt Maria…it was actually Milisandre that I’d be seeing. Sooner or later…the two of us were going to settle this, but until that time came, she could watch me beat the EVER-LIVING FUCK out of Maria…and Milisandre could know that it was just a piece of what I was saving up for her…
“Maria Salvatore…excuse me…Maria Spencer now! Pardon me for the mix up, but to be perfectly honest, you’ve been flip flopping so often as of late that you can hardly point the finger of blame at me for anything at all sweetie! First you’re a good guy…then you’re a bad guy…then you are a good guy again…and now you are once again a bad guy. Of course, now you are a bad guy with a terrible 1930's accent, so I suppose THAT at least is actually something new.”
“Let’s really get into this, shall we?”
“You have the nerve to come out at the top of LAW 71 and rehash the same tired lines as Kate Steele and Crystal Millar, talking about me being ‘all over the place’ and changing my Twitter name every day? I wasn’t aware that was some kind of violation of etiquette, seeing as how you are STILL able to find your way into my direct messages pretty readily so you can beg me to put you in movies, on my football team, and more importantly…in the Cool Kids! Let’s be REAL with it Maria…that is the bottom line for you, isn’t it? That is why you are so up in arms right now; because I am off doing something different and you feel like I should be dragging you along behind me like the world’s most ratchet Italian suitcase?”
“The Kentourage was a thing in 2016 and just like every calendar year since the very first one, when it’s gone…it’s GONE! So, stop living in the past, because quite frankly at the end of the day, no one cares except you! The O’Connell Sisters moved on, Miyoko Oshiro moved on, Orchid moved on, and even Bobbi London moved on. You are the only person still hanging around and crying about it! If it was so great and grand, why don’t you revive it and show everyone exactly how it is done? Hey, you can keep the name, the website, and all of the fan mail and merchandise that goes with it!”
“Of course, you won’t do that because you know just as well as everyone else does that the Kentourage was what it was because of all of the hard work and effort that I put into it…along with Orchid. I’d love to stand here and lie…tell the world that I was the Alpha and the Omega when it came to that stable and everything that we accomplished, but that’s not true. You see, truth is what I deal in these days when it comes to what I did and what I do in the ring. The Kentourage was something that you wanted to be a part of because it was the HAPPENING thing at the time. You didn’t care if I was the leader, Orchid was the leader, or a damn ham sandwich was in charge! You wanted to be part of something great, and so you were…right up until it was over. Instead of thanking us for dragging you along, you decided that it was somehow about deserting you and leaving you out in the cold.”
“…I didn’t leave you out in the cold; I walked out of the building and I shut off the lights…”
“Instead of just turning that light back on for yourself, you decided that it was easier to just throw shade at me in the hopes that something would stick, right? So…let’s go down the list of all the bullshit that you decided made me ‘suck’ and ‘inconsistent’ in your eyes…”
“You said that my greatest accomplishment was winning the A-List Championship in ‘some farm feeder second (rate) company.’ Well, seeing as how you married the man that started that ‘second rate company'…a man that cheated on you with a second rate human being before your wedding, what does that make you; third rate? Meh! Regardless Maria, yes I won the A-List Championship Wrestling Action Star Title and I never lost it. Is that my GREATEST accomplishment? Certainly not! I have been the Ladies All-Star Wrestling Chaos Champion, I have been the Fucking Awesome Wrestling Hardcore Champion, and I have been the Empire Pro Wrestling Tag Team Champions. You could have picked ANY one of those accolades to shit on, but the very sad kicker is this…I have been a Champion, Champion, Champion, Champion…and yet, you have not been one even ONCE! That being said, don’t get me wrong, I don’t consider any of those 4 times I wore gold to be my ‘greatest accomplishment’ at all! My greatest accomplishment was finding the love of someone who respected me enough not to fuck one of my friends. Sooooo…that means I’m WINNING and you’re not.”
“What was the other stupid thing that you had to say? OH! I have had a lot of ‘rises and falls,’ whatever that even means, what am I, a fucking cake?! You think that because I made a few movies and then I sang a few songs that I was ‘rising and falling’ when I stopped to do something different? I mean, that is some pretty faulty logic, isn’t it Maria? Have I done television shows? Yes I have. I have I made movies? Yes I have. Have I sang? Yes I have! I have done all of these things because I like to try everything. I have a wife who pushes me to try new things and to taste all the flavors of the world. Have I failed? Well, I suppose that is your opinion to have. You say that no one cares, yet you can seem to stop talking about it, so I must have done SOMETHING right!”
“You named off a lot of things that I have done, and you downplayed one of things that I am most passionate about, and that’s wrestling. I get it Maria, that is your narrative. We have a wrestling match, so you have to shit on me for what I have done in the ring, even it if outclasses what you’ve done by light years. You’re ‘making noise’ and you want to ride that right into another title match that you’re going to try your best not to lose. Well, if this was about any other title, I swear to you, just like I supported you in your bid to win the Chaos Title, I would support you again…even with all the crappy things that you said to and about me. At the end of the day, I don’t want you to fail…I’d love to see your career take off, but you and I have a very big problem…”
“Last week, you decided to ‘put a hit’ out on me. Now, to say that I was pissed off about that would be an understatement, but realistically, I’m damn near over it Maria. I mean, it wasn’t very nice of you to do and obviously they had no intention of stopping until I was unable to continue to compete, but thanks to Etsuko, that wasn’t the case. I mean, I was glad that SOMEONE out there thought enough about me to stop that cowardly attack.”
“But that got me to wondering Maria…I mean, you said that THAT was the REAL you. No more happy go lucky and no more pure rules nonsense. You are the FUTURE BREAKOUT CHAMPION…are you not? Well, like I said before…I have been a champion in this business four times, so I think that qualifies me to speak on the subject of what a champion really is. Three and a half weeks ago, you had a chance to prove to me and everyone else in LAW that you were championship material. As a matter of a fact, you had a chance to prove that point to me directly when we tag teamed against one another. Obviously you misunderstood that old adage ‘when the going gets tough, the tough get going’ because when Milisandre and I lit into you and Nova Sinclair, instead of buckling up like she did, you decided to ‘GET GOING’ right on out of the match. Now tell me Maria…does that sound like something a champion does? It certainly isn’t anything that I have seen any REAL champion do since coming to LAW.”
“HEY! Call me crazy…maybe that was just a bit of gamesmanship, right Maria?”
“Lo' and behold, see how even sometimes the bright light of the sun will even shine on the ass of the laziest dog on the porch, because for some GOD AWFUL REASON you draw a match with Etsuko ahead of me or even Milisandre! Now, I won’t try to understand how something like that even works, but I get it…jumping people from behind gets you title shots at a pay-per-view, so anything is possible! Maybe you were supposed to be a tune up match for Etsuko before she faced a real challenger…or maybe you were impressive enough in the stylish way in which you ran away from me in our last match that management just wanted to see you prancing around with the champion. Well, no matter how it came about, you got that match and I’ll be damned if you didn’t make the most of it! You TOTES beat Etsuko!”
“Well…I can’t dispute that, and getting a win like that over the champion should absolutely put you in line for a shot at that title…except…at LAW 72, you aren’t facing the champion…YOU’RE FACING ME!”
“…uh oh…I wonder what that could mean…”
“Let me tell you what that means, ‘Ms. I Been Making Noise!’ What that means is that when I beat you…and make no mistake about it, I am going to beat the holy shit out of you, there will be NO question who the number one contender for the Breakout Title is. I mean, you said it yourself; you lost to Milisandre TWICE because then you were still ‘gullible’ and ‘too happy go lucky’ so when I beat the new and improved number one contender, that will make me the one ‘making all the noise’ won’t it? That will mean that as great as you are…with your TWO LOSSES to Milisandre and your pissing all over Nova by walking out on her; that I am now better than you and I am the sole number one contender, right?”
“Well, no matter if you believe it or not, it is totally going to happen when you and I meet up in my second hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio as LAW 72 rolls around. I want you to hedge your bets Maria and bring out your Hit Girls…maybe I will bring out mines as well…”
“Last week, you contracted a Hit and unfortunately you only wounded me, so now you get to deal with that failure and I can tell you right now sister, it doesn’t look at all good for you!”
“I won’t be acting, singing, or playing football. I won’t be tap dancing, wearing cement shoes, or sleeping with any fishes. What I will be doing is showing you just how ‘all over the place’ I am when I am ALL OVER YOUR ASS inside that ring! The next ‘great accomplishment’ of my career won’t be winning a championship, it will be erasing your claim to one! And the next ‘noise that will be made’ will either be the sound of the pitter patter of those little feet of yours running away from me again, the three slaps of the referee’s hand on the mat after I pin you, or the sound of you screaming that you quit after I make you tap out in the middle of the squared circle!”
You and I will be seeing each other REAL soon Maria…and trust me, you are going to hear from me ONE MORE TIME before we step inside that ring and I put you back in your place! After that, as far as the Breakout Title is concerned…well…you can just…FUHGETABOUTIT!!!!!!!!!!”
“…see you in eight days, Baby Gangsta…”
Chicago, Illinois
I literally got blindsided! LAW 71 was a blur to me, after having my brains scrambled and my ribs brutalized in the ‘hit’ by Maria Salvatore’s thugs...that Milisandre could have stopped in my opinion, I was wholly unprepared for the revelation she dropped on me afterwards. Her words hung in the air over me like a storm cloud... '...I’m in love with Sarah...' At first, I thought she meant the same kind of love that we all had for each other. The same way that I ‘loved’ all of my close friends...but that wasn’t the case. I could see it in her face, I could hear it in her voice, even her body language spoke volumes. She hadn’t meant to make the revelation, I had pressed her after the attack. I was angry over the Breakout Title situation...I was furious over it. When Milisandre made her confession I was struck dumb, rendered mute. For her part, she only seemed concerned that I not tell Sarah...not that she’d betrayed the trust and faith I’d put in her as a friend...one of my closest friends.
I had clenched my teeth, my jaw feeling so tight that I thought they’d shatter in my mouth. I was angry, shocked, and gutted. What would Sarah say about this? How would she feel when I told her? Sarah was closer to Milisandre than any of our other friends. She’d be devastated...and my heart ached with the knowledge that I’d have to be the one to tell her. I told her everything...no secrets between us, TruthZone always. That was one of the tenants of Scientology that I held dear…
Affinity – Love.
Reality – Truth.
Communication – The Expression of my Love and Truth.
I would tell Sarah about Milisandre and then we would weather that storm together, the way we did everything else. I took a deep breath and turned to her as she watched the city lights streaking past from the window of the car that was driving us to our hotel. “Baby, I need to tell you something.” I reached over to take her right hand into mines, to hold her hand tight and lessen the blow. As I did, my hand brushed against the bracelet on her right wrist, even as she absently toyed with the tiny octopus charm that dangled from it...a gift from Milisandre, a gift from her best friend; a woman who loved her, and one she herself loved.
The muscles in my stomach tightened and an acrid taste filled my mouth, like bile...no...worse, like liquid hatred. I wanted to tear it off her wrist and fling it out the window. Better yet, I wanted to beat Milisandre fucking senseless and shove it down her throat; watch her choke on it. I wanted to watch her turn blue and her eyes turn red, then burst out of her skull and roll around on the goddamn floor.
Sarah put her left hand over mines as I held her right. She looked at me, her face colored with concern. “Beloved?”
I saw myself telling her, I saw the look on her face and the hurt in her eyes. In an instant, my world exploded right before my own eyes. “...I love you...” She patted my hand, maybe she even kissed me, I don’t remember. All I felt clearly was the charm brushing against my hand.
I had told Sarah something yesterday that I felt was very deep and compelling after our lovemaking. It was something that I thought would strike a chord within her, given her faith...‘I would strike a deal with the Devil if it meant sparing her a single moment of pain.’ She hadn’t said a word, but that made mines no less true. I didn’t want to hurt Sarah...in any way, not again. As for our ‘friend’ Milisandre? Well, I had made no fucking promises to her. If she wanted the Breakout Title and LAW set us on a collision course...that fucking cunt was going to see a side of me that no one had ever seen before. I was going to destroy her, I was going to FUCKING DESTROY HER!
I was in a foul mood all the next day, even a late night chat with Katie Anderson failed to eliminate all of the pent up anger that I felt. We talked about relationships and I even told her about the horrible incident between Sarah and Jacob, the man from her childhood who had attacked and tried to rape her several weeks ago. Jacob was still on the loose, and that was a concern, all it's own. Katie enlisted the help of her father to help in the search and that made me feel better, but there was still the Milisandre matter to deal with.
I knew, in the order of things, the trouble with Milisandre paled in comparison, still, I did my best to hide it from Sarah. The attack by Maria Salvatore and our tag team loss to the champions provided me with a convenient cover for my anger. Sarah still suspected nothing, even after I exploded my angry word vomit over social media, as I struggled to make sense of the feeling of betrayal that I felt…
So, tonight night I found myself the victim of one of the most horrific acts of betrayal that I can imagine...I feel sick to my stomach! I opened my heart to this person and I made them an important part of my life, and in return they spit in my face like I was nothing to them. I told them things I’ve only told to the most important person in my life. I trusted them with everything that was important to me. They have torn my heart out of my chest and the worst part about it? They knew they were wrong, didn’t apologize and they keep stabbing me.
Now that I see what kind of person you really are, I am making it my mission to hurt you even worse than you hurt me. Get your ass ready!
Now that I see what kind of person you really are, I am making it my mission to hurt you even worse than you hurt me. Get your ass ready!
I didn’t know if Milisandre would see it and respond, or if she’d even care at all. She had already proven that she didn’t give a flying fuck how I felt about anything at all! She lived under my roof, ate my food, laughed at my jokes, and hugged me like a friend, but in the end, she was just there for my wife. She didn’t give a damn about me, only wanted me out of the way. What Maria did…that was foul, but this was the most intimate assault that I could imagine. Maria was a fucking idiot that I was going to deal with personally at LAW 72…it was professional, just business. What Milisandre did was personal…that was the cruelest cut of all. I was going deal with that…I was going to deal with her!
The more I thought about it, the more obvious it seemed to me. I had been angry over Milisandre not coming to my aid because I thought that she wanted me out of the Breakout Title picture, but in fact...she actually wanted me out of the picture ENTIRELY! If Maria and her thugs had ended me that night, she would have been right there...ready to just slide in and take my goddamn place, without a single tear shed, just like I never existed!
I was jarred out of my thoughts of beating Milisandre to within an inch of her life as my phone chimed with a notification. I glanced down and noticed Sarah responding to raving…
I grumbled to myself as I thought about what Milisandre was doing to us, “I’m going to kill that bitch!”
I walked into the hotel room following my long phone conversation with my Spiritual Advisor concerning the Milisandre situation. I desperately needed to talk to someone, but my first choice was out of the question. Fortunately, Sarah allowed me to speak with Terri, for all the good that did me. Of course Terri didn’t think I should hide anything from Sarah; our faith prized reality and communication...I was actively violating them by not telling her. The guilt I felt was mounting, and to make up for it, I texted Sarah, hoping that a little dirty make out session would make me feel better about hiding things from her.
When I get back to the hotel, I’m gonna mouth fuck you until your lips bleed!
I knew it was a poor substitute for the truth, but it was the best I could do for now. When I arrived back to the hotel, I was no more Clear than when I left, in fact I was probably less Clear. I hoped that Sarah wouldn’t see it on my face, or even worse, ask for an adjustment between the two of us. I unbuttoned my top and hoped that what little cleavage I owned would serve as a suitable distraction. “Where’s that bitch with those lips I’m gonna fucking destroy?!”
Sarah, who had been lying in wait, leapt from behind the bathroom door and slapped me on the ass so hard that her hand had to hurt like hell, because my behind was on fire. Sarah ran for her fucking life down the hall and towards the elevator. It took me a moment to compose myself, since I was both frightened and amused by the unexpected attack. I quickly chased after my target, a fine albino chick with a thick ass that bounced when she ran. I could have chased her forever, just to watch that squat booty, but she foolishly cornered herself in the elevator...or so I hoped. “Nowhere to run, nowhere...I’m gonna mouth fuck the shit out of you!” I laughed at my little quip, I had texted her earlier and now that request was about to get filled.
"Come on, come on, come on." Sarah nervously stood at the door of the elevator, frantically punching the ‘close door’ button over and over in the hopes of making an escape. I could see the smirk on her face as he doors started to close in my face. Her look of triumph was short-lived as I stuck my arm between the doors before they could fully close.
I had heard the warnings about sticking your arms into closing elevator doors and I generally heeded them, but those warnings be damned when there was a squat booty about. I stepped inside and the doors closed behind me, the elevator starting to move down; I hit the STOP button. I licked my lips as I surveyed my prey, afraid and excited...just how I liked it. I stalked over and grabbed a fistful of her platinum hair, pushing her back against the glass interior. “You really thought you’d get away from this mouth fucking I planned for you?” I grabbed her face with my other hand, holding her firmly as my excitement rose. I enjoyed this game...but...there was an element to it that troubled me. It had only been last month that Sarah had nearly been raped by Jacob. Looking at her now…the excitement she showed over our game…I wondered...did she secretly enjoy it? I paused, as that thought bounced around inside my head. I watched my Baby, looking for an answer behind those lovely red eyes.
Sarah mustered her courage and put on a look of defiance. "You don't have the balls to fuck my mouth." I could see Sarah’s level of excitement, matching my own through her bra-less shirt as she repeated her defiance, "You don't have the balls!"
Part of me was bothered that she wasn’t fazed by this kind of play, but the other part of me reveled in it. That was the part of me that wanted The Red Queen to fuck up those who would dare to challenge her. Jacob wouldn’t have stood a chance against her fury. Then again, part of me wondered if The Red Queen wouldn’t have fucked him too death first.
…maybe that was the part of her that reveled in Milisandre’s coy advances; the part of her that accept her in my place…
I tried to push that thought out of my head as I held on to that hair and I took my other hand and grabbed a handful of her breasts. I glared at her, “Balls? Who the fuck needs balls?!” I assaulted those fucking lips and drove my tongue so deep down her throat that I hoped she would choke on it. My hand moved down and roughly grabbed that bouncy squat booty. MY FUCKING SQUAT BOOTY! My thoughts turned back to Milisandre and what she had said. No doubt, she would cut off a fucking tentacle to be in my shoes right now. I should have been happy or amused, but instead it made me fucking angry. ‘MINES’ I thought to myself, ‘NO ONE CAN HAVE WHAT’S MINES!’ I pulled back and shoved her roughly to the floor. It was dirty, despite the high end nature of the hotel, but I could give a shit. I was on top of her in an instant as I assaulted her mouth with renewed vigor.
…I was excited…and I was horrified as well…
As I watched her enjoy being ravaged by me, thoughts of the vile nature of Jacob’s betrayal…his attempt to rape my wife came to my mind. Was it anything like this? Sarah had not described the event in great detail…but she had been sure to hit the salient points. He had forced his lips on her…his hands…it had been clear what he wanted, what he meant to take…by force.
…it didn’t stop me from our game, though afterwards, my thoughts of what she had gone through, and how she reacted to it returned with a vengeance…
I held her, as I asked, “Baby…are you okay?”
Sarah moaned and clutched at me as her body trembled. "Oh fuck...oh fuck....oh fuck...so fucking good..." She shuttered and breathed hard, her hands suddenly reaching up and pulling at my braids. "That was SO good!" She let her go of my hair and put her head back down on the floor. "Holy SHIT, I LOVE when you just TAKE me like that!"
Her words excited and concerned me. I didn’t know what a victim of rape would think of doing something like we had just done. Certainly, while Sarah had gotten away from her attacker, she had been shaken to her very core by the experience. It was a betrayal of her trust…not unlike Milisandre was betraying that same trust all over again. Did a part of her crave that attention? Did she secretly enjoy what had ALMOST happened to her?
…if Milisandre did the same…would her advance be met by that very same fury she had fought off Jacob with, or would it be more like the game we had only just played…
I could only lay there and wonder what was going through her head. I could only lay there and try my best to reconcile what it all meant. I desperately wanted to take her hands in mines and pour out my feelings…my concerns…the truth about what her best friend secretly…or maybe not so secretly wanted from her. I wanted to do that with all my heart, but instead all I could muster to say was; “I love you.”
I would need to make a call to Dr. Steve...maybe he would put my mind at ease over this…
NEW YORK
24 October 2017
I was like a lovesick puppy as I cleaved to Sarah everywhere she went. I knew I was smothering her, but I had never felt so close to her as I did after yesterday. The elevator sex had been amazing and troubling all at the same time. I wondered if she was okay after the attack by Jacob, then...the next morning she had awoken me with the most amazing intimacy in our hotel room, and just like that, it had put the negative thoughts right out of my mind. I wanted to just enjoy our two-day vacation to New York to celebrate the expansion of her Firestarter Clothing Brand before getting back to the world...back to reality. I glanced at my phone as I got a text from Katie Anderson. Her dad was on the case and he’d ramped up efforts to capture Jacob. That gave me a reason to dread coming home less, but until that bastard was caught, I wasn’t going to rest easy. He had hurt and betrayed my wife and he needed to pay! Similarly, Milisandre had violated my trust…but unlike Jacob, she had once been my friend…and a very close one at that. There had to be a way to shore up our relationship…to return it to what it once was. This trip had calmed me and as soon as we got back, I was going to call her up to try to talk through things.
Of course, I wasn’t allowed to enjoy any one on one time with my wife. Even while we were hundreds of miles apart, even when Sarah and I were supposed to be enjoy each other's company, Milisandre was right there...talking with MY WIFE while we were on OUR trip! That mumble mouth idiot was staying in my house and licking her wounds from LAW 71, yet she couldn't NOT tweet my wife. A reply from Sarah actually set me off even worse and stirred up all those angry feelings again…
…calm…I needed to calm myself, but it was difficult…
What could I say in the face of my wife’s devotion to Milisandre...and her usual bland response? If she were a REAL FUCKING FRIEND she wouldn’t have responded or she would have set the record straight. That sounded crazy, I know, it was too late for all that and maybe I was just stuck being pissed off. Still, in my mind, if the shoe was on the other foot, I would have kept that revelation to myself at all costs. I would have shoved my feeling down deep until they went away, or I felt compelled to go. I couldn’t help but get angry all over again as I thought more about it and came to another realization; Sarah had stolen me from Song, and if she had it to do over again, she’d have done it sooner. What’s to say that Milisandre wasn’t plotting to do the same thing, and now that she knew I was on to her, she was looking to step up her efforts to take what was mines? I was going to have to hurt her...that was the only way to make sure she knew her place. I wouldn’t be the one to ruin my wife’s friendship with her...but I could ruin her in other ways. That whore was dead and she didn’t even know it yet...
"I'M GOING TO KILL THAT FUCKING BITCH!" I blurt out, then immediately regret it as Sarah's eyes fall on me.
Sarah sits down her phone and takes my hands in hers. "What was that all about, Ken?"
I struggle mightily with the idea of telling her what a two-faced cunt Milisandre was, but to be fair, it was actually Sarah who was egging it on at the moment. The traitor had done the right thing and disappeared...leaving me time to cool off and consider talking things out, but Sarah stayed Sarah. Milisandre could have done the right thing stayed quiet, but the disrespectful whore insisted on being a bitch. I no longer felt bad about the terrible thoughts that ran through my mind. Her time was coming... “Sup?” I tried to play aloof.
Sarah grimaced as she looked at me. "Oh, nothing. Just the declaration of murder." She thinks for a moment. "What is this all about Beloved?"
I bite my tongue...I want to scream out Milisandre’s name, but I don’t want her to one day resent me for it. I know in my heart of hearts I should tell her, but I refuse to hurt her...I know it will hurt, I’m not as close to Milisandre as Sarah is and yet, I’m gutted at the thought. I compose myself, thankful that this isn’t an ARC adjustment. Terri had told me in no uncertain terms to tell Sarah the truth, but I didn’t take her advice...instead, I broke faith as I lied...and grew even angrier at Milisandre for it. “Maria...it’s Maria.”
Sarah's countenance darkens. "What a piece of work SHE has turned out to be. I hope you trash her within an inch of her life, Beloved."
I agree with this wholeheartedly, and while I was certainly going to TRASH Maria Salvatore…or Spencer as she now called herself, she was just a placeholder for Milisandre Crowthorne. LAW had smartly put me in the ring with a traitor for LAW 71, but every time I hurt Maria…it was actually Milisandre that I’d be seeing. Sooner or later…the two of us were going to settle this, but until that time came, she could watch me beat the EVER-LIVING FUCK out of Maria…and Milisandre could know that it was just a piece of what I was saving up for her…
“Maria Salvatore…excuse me…Maria Spencer now! Pardon me for the mix up, but to be perfectly honest, you’ve been flip flopping so often as of late that you can hardly point the finger of blame at me for anything at all sweetie! First you’re a good guy…then you’re a bad guy…then you are a good guy again…and now you are once again a bad guy. Of course, now you are a bad guy with a terrible 1930's accent, so I suppose THAT at least is actually something new.”
“Let’s really get into this, shall we?”
“You have the nerve to come out at the top of LAW 71 and rehash the same tired lines as Kate Steele and Crystal Millar, talking about me being ‘all over the place’ and changing my Twitter name every day? I wasn’t aware that was some kind of violation of etiquette, seeing as how you are STILL able to find your way into my direct messages pretty readily so you can beg me to put you in movies, on my football team, and more importantly…in the Cool Kids! Let’s be REAL with it Maria…that is the bottom line for you, isn’t it? That is why you are so up in arms right now; because I am off doing something different and you feel like I should be dragging you along behind me like the world’s most ratchet Italian suitcase?”
“The Kentourage was a thing in 2016 and just like every calendar year since the very first one, when it’s gone…it’s GONE! So, stop living in the past, because quite frankly at the end of the day, no one cares except you! The O’Connell Sisters moved on, Miyoko Oshiro moved on, Orchid moved on, and even Bobbi London moved on. You are the only person still hanging around and crying about it! If it was so great and grand, why don’t you revive it and show everyone exactly how it is done? Hey, you can keep the name, the website, and all of the fan mail and merchandise that goes with it!”
“Of course, you won’t do that because you know just as well as everyone else does that the Kentourage was what it was because of all of the hard work and effort that I put into it…along with Orchid. I’d love to stand here and lie…tell the world that I was the Alpha and the Omega when it came to that stable and everything that we accomplished, but that’s not true. You see, truth is what I deal in these days when it comes to what I did and what I do in the ring. The Kentourage was something that you wanted to be a part of because it was the HAPPENING thing at the time. You didn’t care if I was the leader, Orchid was the leader, or a damn ham sandwich was in charge! You wanted to be part of something great, and so you were…right up until it was over. Instead of thanking us for dragging you along, you decided that it was somehow about deserting you and leaving you out in the cold.”
“…I didn’t leave you out in the cold; I walked out of the building and I shut off the lights…”
“Instead of just turning that light back on for yourself, you decided that it was easier to just throw shade at me in the hopes that something would stick, right? So…let’s go down the list of all the bullshit that you decided made me ‘suck’ and ‘inconsistent’ in your eyes…”
“You said that my greatest accomplishment was winning the A-List Championship in ‘some farm feeder second (rate) company.’ Well, seeing as how you married the man that started that ‘second rate company'…a man that cheated on you with a second rate human being before your wedding, what does that make you; third rate? Meh! Regardless Maria, yes I won the A-List Championship Wrestling Action Star Title and I never lost it. Is that my GREATEST accomplishment? Certainly not! I have been the Ladies All-Star Wrestling Chaos Champion, I have been the Fucking Awesome Wrestling Hardcore Champion, and I have been the Empire Pro Wrestling Tag Team Champions. You could have picked ANY one of those accolades to shit on, but the very sad kicker is this…I have been a Champion, Champion, Champion, Champion…and yet, you have not been one even ONCE! That being said, don’t get me wrong, I don’t consider any of those 4 times I wore gold to be my ‘greatest accomplishment’ at all! My greatest accomplishment was finding the love of someone who respected me enough not to fuck one of my friends. Sooooo…that means I’m WINNING and you’re not.”
“What was the other stupid thing that you had to say? OH! I have had a lot of ‘rises and falls,’ whatever that even means, what am I, a fucking cake?! You think that because I made a few movies and then I sang a few songs that I was ‘rising and falling’ when I stopped to do something different? I mean, that is some pretty faulty logic, isn’t it Maria? Have I done television shows? Yes I have. I have I made movies? Yes I have. Have I sang? Yes I have! I have done all of these things because I like to try everything. I have a wife who pushes me to try new things and to taste all the flavors of the world. Have I failed? Well, I suppose that is your opinion to have. You say that no one cares, yet you can seem to stop talking about it, so I must have done SOMETHING right!”
“You named off a lot of things that I have done, and you downplayed one of things that I am most passionate about, and that’s wrestling. I get it Maria, that is your narrative. We have a wrestling match, so you have to shit on me for what I have done in the ring, even it if outclasses what you’ve done by light years. You’re ‘making noise’ and you want to ride that right into another title match that you’re going to try your best not to lose. Well, if this was about any other title, I swear to you, just like I supported you in your bid to win the Chaos Title, I would support you again…even with all the crappy things that you said to and about me. At the end of the day, I don’t want you to fail…I’d love to see your career take off, but you and I have a very big problem…”
“Last week, you decided to ‘put a hit’ out on me. Now, to say that I was pissed off about that would be an understatement, but realistically, I’m damn near over it Maria. I mean, it wasn’t very nice of you to do and obviously they had no intention of stopping until I was unable to continue to compete, but thanks to Etsuko, that wasn’t the case. I mean, I was glad that SOMEONE out there thought enough about me to stop that cowardly attack.”
“But that got me to wondering Maria…I mean, you said that THAT was the REAL you. No more happy go lucky and no more pure rules nonsense. You are the FUTURE BREAKOUT CHAMPION…are you not? Well, like I said before…I have been a champion in this business four times, so I think that qualifies me to speak on the subject of what a champion really is. Three and a half weeks ago, you had a chance to prove to me and everyone else in LAW that you were championship material. As a matter of a fact, you had a chance to prove that point to me directly when we tag teamed against one another. Obviously you misunderstood that old adage ‘when the going gets tough, the tough get going’ because when Milisandre and I lit into you and Nova Sinclair, instead of buckling up like she did, you decided to ‘GET GOING’ right on out of the match. Now tell me Maria…does that sound like something a champion does? It certainly isn’t anything that I have seen any REAL champion do since coming to LAW.”
“HEY! Call me crazy…maybe that was just a bit of gamesmanship, right Maria?”
“Lo' and behold, see how even sometimes the bright light of the sun will even shine on the ass of the laziest dog on the porch, because for some GOD AWFUL REASON you draw a match with Etsuko ahead of me or even Milisandre! Now, I won’t try to understand how something like that even works, but I get it…jumping people from behind gets you title shots at a pay-per-view, so anything is possible! Maybe you were supposed to be a tune up match for Etsuko before she faced a real challenger…or maybe you were impressive enough in the stylish way in which you ran away from me in our last match that management just wanted to see you prancing around with the champion. Well, no matter how it came about, you got that match and I’ll be damned if you didn’t make the most of it! You TOTES beat Etsuko!”
“Well…I can’t dispute that, and getting a win like that over the champion should absolutely put you in line for a shot at that title…except…at LAW 72, you aren’t facing the champion…YOU’RE FACING ME!”
“…uh oh…I wonder what that could mean…”
“Let me tell you what that means, ‘Ms. I Been Making Noise!’ What that means is that when I beat you…and make no mistake about it, I am going to beat the holy shit out of you, there will be NO question who the number one contender for the Breakout Title is. I mean, you said it yourself; you lost to Milisandre TWICE because then you were still ‘gullible’ and ‘too happy go lucky’ so when I beat the new and improved number one contender, that will make me the one ‘making all the noise’ won’t it? That will mean that as great as you are…with your TWO LOSSES to Milisandre and your pissing all over Nova by walking out on her; that I am now better than you and I am the sole number one contender, right?”
“Well, no matter if you believe it or not, it is totally going to happen when you and I meet up in my second hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio as LAW 72 rolls around. I want you to hedge your bets Maria and bring out your Hit Girls…maybe I will bring out mines as well…”
“Last week, you contracted a Hit and unfortunately you only wounded me, so now you get to deal with that failure and I can tell you right now sister, it doesn’t look at all good for you!”
“I won’t be acting, singing, or playing football. I won’t be tap dancing, wearing cement shoes, or sleeping with any fishes. What I will be doing is showing you just how ‘all over the place’ I am when I am ALL OVER YOUR ASS inside that ring! The next ‘great accomplishment’ of my career won’t be winning a championship, it will be erasing your claim to one! And the next ‘noise that will be made’ will either be the sound of the pitter patter of those little feet of yours running away from me again, the three slaps of the referee’s hand on the mat after I pin you, or the sound of you screaming that you quit after I make you tap out in the middle of the squared circle!”
You and I will be seeing each other REAL soon Maria…and trust me, you are going to hear from me ONE MORE TIME before we step inside that ring and I put you back in your place! After that, as far as the Breakout Title is concerned…well…you can just…FUHGETABOUTIT!!!!!!!!!!”
“…see you in eight days, Baby Gangsta…”