Post by Kenzi Grey on Nov 3, 2017 17:28:28 GMT -5
CINCINNATI HIT GIRL’S STADIUM
October 27, 2017
AN INTIMATE BETRAYAL
My wife is the strongest person I know, despite the many times I have seen her cry. Most of those times were because of something stupid that one of us had done to damage our trust. Outside of that, I had only seen her weep over her father's passing. On Friday night…I saw her cry again…but this time it was different…
My wife was assaulted by her childhood friend…someone she trusted and thought the world of. He betrayed her trust and tried to take what he thought he deserved from her. It was only dumb luck that prevented him from completing his desire to defile her.
For my part…I was too busy warding off Milisandre Crowthorne as she thought it would be cute to sing a ballad to my drunken wife. A drunken wife who was only just a few minutes earlier tweeting out photos that she had taken of that whore’s stupid flat ass!
I knew that Sarah was only playing around with her. We were all friends in the Cool Kids and we all ribbed each other; Angie, Roxy, Sativa, and Milisandre…but that was before trust and faith were both broken into a million fucking pieces. Sarah’s little joke might have made me laugh, had I not known that Milisandre wasn’t in love with my goddamn wife! I didn’t appreciate her singing ‘Hallelujah’ to MY wife! I didn’t appreciate that shit…not one fucking bit, and I checked her ass in front of everyone.
But in my righteous indignation, my wife’s assailant slipped past unnoticed. Even her most trusted guard, Bruce did not see Jacob Hargrove because he was too busy trying to protect his FUCKING girlfriend!
No…Milisandre wasn’t to blame for all of it…but enough of it, for sure! In my mind, she was just like Jacob! Professing her love and refusing to give her up, even when she knew there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of them being together! That is what had me hating her guts…but my anger towards her would have to wait. My wife…as strong as she was, needed me now, more than ever…
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Following the assault, I didn’t want to let Sarah out of my sight...I didn’t want to let go of her, even for a moment. I was there to attend to her every need, except when it was something that would take me from her side. In that case, I allowed her guards and handmaidens to handle that, begrudgingly.
Milisandre’s birthday party was the worse! Sarah was still hurting, but she put on a brave face for her ‘best friend.’ She put that bitch before her own health…and that made me hate her even more. I was itching to whoop her fucking ass every time she even looked in Sarah’s direction. I bit my tongue and tried not to say anything while Sarah was dealing with what happened...but she and I would have fucking words VERY GODDAMN SOON!
NEW YORK CITY
October 30, 2017
TO KNOW LOVE, TO KNOW GOD
We hadn’t been intimate in days. That was a very unusual occurrence for us, but under the circumstances, completely understandable. Sarah needed time…and she could have all the time she wanted. Having her with me was all the intimacy that I needed. Of course, I was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth either. All I could do was be there for her when she needed me. Maybe it was her big championship win on Monday, despite the trauma she’d suffered, or maybe it was just the realization that life would go on for the two of us…either way, I was there for her when she final came to me.
She was emotionally drained when we found our way back to our hotel, but she covered me with desperate kisses, and a plea. "Make love to me, please. Make me...make me feel loved...please...I feel so cold..."
It had been days since we had been intimate, and even as ravenous I was, I was respectful of her body...her time. The request was not unexpected, as I knew my wife well...but I did not expect her feeling of being at all ‘cold’ especially after what she’d achieved after what had happened to her on Friday night. Still, I nodded as I set about the preparation...as I wanted this to help put her back on the path to feeling well again...not back to how we were, but back to being much, much better.
I wished that we were home, in West Hollywood or back in her ancestral home of Lacklanland, but my love for Sarah knew no home but her heart. I turned my attention to my Selena. I stood before her, tears in both our eyes...joy, sadness, and hope. I stroked my hand along the side of her face and brought her lips to mines. It had been sometime since we had experienced this level of affection, but that was the point.
Our first time since the attack was not easy…and it was not filled with fireworks. It was filled with affection, love, and most of all understanding. What had happened to her was not her fault, and despite the nature of it, she was not damaged goods. It could have been worse, much worse, but even then, my love for her would never change. She was my best friend, my lover, and most importantly…my wife. We would have ups and downs, smiles and frowns, but in the end…we would always have each other. That was what this life was all about.
“I love you Selena…”
Afterwards, as I lay on my back, trying to catch my breath, I held her on top of me; hands stroking her hair, wet and tangled, her back, slick with sweat. I kissed the top of her head. She had said once ‘that to know love, was to know the face of God.’ We didn’t share the same faith, but in my mind, she was not very far off…
…for me...she was God…
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THE FOLLOWING DAY…
Slowly…things were getting back to normal between us. Perfect? No. How could it be? But very slowly things were starting to be less weird. I’d have been telling a lie if I said that a lot of it was because Milisandre was far from my mind…and especially Sarah’s, but all good things eventually come to an end. Very slowly, the two of us had begun to snipe at one another over Twitter. Though she was not booked, she was insisting on being there. As for me, I was insisting that she not show her face anywhere near me until she talked to Sarah and told her what she had told me.
I face was scrunched in nasty scowl as we sat in the back of the limo that took us far across town and back to the airport. Apparently Sarah sensed my growing tension, though she assumed that it was over our mutual claim over the LAW Breakout Championship. She enjoyed seeing that side of me, but only to a point. Sarah flashed me with a giggle, "Might I draw your attention, Ma'am?"
My Baby was magnificent in her naked glory...always had been. I tucked my phone away and arched a single eyebrow, taking an accounting of my topless wife. “I remember when I saw you naked for the first time. My jaw nearly hit the floor.” I grinned and gave her a gentle kiss. “It still does.”
Sarah shuddered under the attention. Her eyes going wide for a moment as she pushed me back against the door. She turned around, putting her back to me, pulling her braid over her shoulder to free her neck and shoulders. She backed into me, letting me hold her from behind. This was so reminiscent of our first time together that I couldn’t stop smiling.
She took a deep breath, relaxing in my embrace. "So...maybe after we get out of here tonight...we can go out? Just the two of us?"
I kneaded her shoulders, looking for signs of tension, even as I kissed the top of her head. “I’d love that Baby! Anything that you’re up for.” I was glad that she was feeling more and more like her old self. As we traveled in this intimate embrace, I felt moved to tell her what she meant to me, “You know, you’re my inspiration. I had no ambition until I met you.” I kissed her neck again.
Sarah purred and her hands came up, fingers getting lost in my braids as she played with them. "Am I? Tell me how."
She felt like liquid silk in my hands, and I smiled as I answered her. “I didn’t know what I wanted or why I wanted it until I met you. I saw how focused you were on becoming a champion and how nothing deterred you.” I paused, enjoying the feeling of her in my arms.
She moved against me, spurring me on with her words. "And? What do YOU want now?"
I nearly faltered, but I managed to go on. “Honestly...I want you to be proud of me. REALLY proud of me. I saw the way you looked at me in Empire...after we won the tag team championships. I would kill to have you look at me like that again.”
She was silent, maybe enjoying the feel of my hands on her, or maybe lost in deep contemplation. After a few more silent moments, she spoke. "I will never lie to you...you are more than I can handle when you...stand up on your own...your back straight...I am your slave then..." She arched her head back and opened her red eyes to look at me upside down. "What are you willing to do to win?"
I knew that this was about my impending conflict with Milisandre, though she didn’t realize that it was about far more than a title…it was actually about her. “To see that look...to feel your eyes on me like that again?” My mind slipped back to that night in Canada, the night she earned her first title…with me…it was perfect. “...damn near anything...”
There was no lie in this for me…I meant it with my hold heart. I wanted to be a champion again and make her proud of me. I would do ‘damn near anything’ to see her look at me like that again, but what lay beneath our conversation…what she didn’t fathom, was what I would do to anyone who dared to come between us…and that was ‘ANYTHING…PERIOD!’
The rest of the ride was filled with more touching and words of affection as we slowly, but surely began to reconnect. I whispered into her ear as we lay together; “I’m glad that you came into my life...you’re my heart.”
KENNEDY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
OLD WOUNDS, NEW DISTRACTIONS
As we sat on the plane, waiting for it to take us back to our West Hollywood home, we bantered with our friends over social media. Sarah was back to her usual flirty self, and that made me feel much better. I took to googling funny pictures of us online and when I came across this gem, I just HAD to post it!
I had NO idea why people were obsessed with putting my wife’s head on other people’s bodies, but there were dozens of pictures like that. This one featured Sarah and Angie, and I thought it was funny. Of course, what I didn’t think was funny was her later reply…a direct jab to me from the time she ran off to New York to spend two fun-filled days and steamy nights together…as she began negotiations to start up FireStarter Clothing.
My response to her had been a little jab of my own.
"OUCH, FUCK!" Sarah kicked my foot.
As I glanced over, she glared right back at me. The Firestarter in her was evident. "What's with that Canda stuff?"
I had teased Sarah with the idea that I might take a two-day trip up to Canada with a 'friend' or two myself. Maybe AMC and her new girlfriend Maki would be interested in sharing a hotel room...with me...sleeping in the same bed even, just like she and Angie had. I should have gotten over that months ago, but with all the stuff with Milisandre now, I was on edge and on the defensive constantly.
I sigh. “TruthZone...I thought that us coming to New York would erase all those shitty feelings I had about you and Angie having your...two day thing here, but...nothing is ever going to do that. I know you just wanted to be away from me and I know you said it wasn’t kinky, but...it still hurts.” I lean my head against her shoulder, tears cresting in my eyes. “...I just thought...maybe if I did the same thing, you’d understand why it still bothers me...why it still hurts. But, I can’t...I fucking can’t stand being away from you. I’m a smotherer...I'm a serial smotherer.”
Sarah leans her head against Kenzi's and strokes her cheek. "I am so sorry about that. I will never be able to erase the hurt. But I hope that you trust me in that Ang was literally there to shop and nothing in the Baumer Report was true." She shakes her head. "Ang is surprisingly witty...but is clueless to many things. She had zero idea what your mother was trying to do...or why I spent so much time crying on the balcony after I realized how hurt you were. I can only ask that you reserve all of your pain and anger for me, and none for her. She neither earned it nor deserves it. As for the other..." She snuggles on closer. "I never want to leave your side again."
This helped a lot. I realized how much I missed our ARC adjustments...but...I couldn’t risk it while that WHORE Milisandre wasn’t telling Sarah the truth about her feelings and her absolute betrayal of our friendship. “...thank you...”
"Having you with me in New York to win that championship...you made it perfect."
This makes me feel much better. I knew I’d always be hurt by what happened, but it was as much my fault as hers. I’d have to try to be better... if I could.
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As we got underway, we settled back into old habits. Everything was good again, and I was feeling VERY MUCH back to my old self once more. I was focused on LAW 72 and getting my hands on Maria Salvatore. I was focused on getting my chance to show everyone that I was the true number one contender for that Breakout Title. Nothing and no one was going to stand in my way…or so I thought.
Milisandre couldn’t wait to hijack my public declaration of what I intended to do and how I intended to stake my claim to what I felt was mines. She disagreed…with a great many things. We bantered back and forth, our conversation veiled under the guise of being about who wanted that title more…but I knew that it was really about who wanted my wife! I fired off an angry and profanity laced retort over Twitter, despite having done my best over the last several months to curtail that type of language…
I scream as I throw my phone to the floor, and wipe my face roughly, anger coursing through me. “I’ll be back! I need to splash some water on my face!” I get up and head to the rest room without looking at Sarah. If I had saw her chatting with Milisandre, I might have broken her phone as well. I slam the door and stare at myself in the mirror. I was so angry that I thought I’d throw up.
I still cared for Milisandre…HELL, she had planned my wedding, she had been one of my ring bearers, but that was just it. She knew that Sarah and I were married…HAPPILY! Why in the fuck would she tell me to my fucking face that she was in love with MY WIFE?! She should have kept that shit to herself! How in the hell was I ever going to trust her to be near her when I wasn’t around, ever again?!
In my mind, this was New York with Angie Vaughn all over again! I didn’t know what designs that woman might have had on my wife! Staying together, hundreds of miles away in a hotel together…in the same goddamn room! Sarah knew of my jealously over the situation and she was careful not to ruffle my feathers over it.
…this was different…
Sarah had NO idea that Milisandre’s feeling for her were less than plutonic. Sarah continued to play flirty games with her, plan on spending one on one time together…all of this while Milisandre continued to harbor feelings of actual LOVE for her!
Milisandre’s words rung in my ears over and over ‘LAW 71 should have shown you, I don’t back down and I don’t give up’ I clenched my teeth as I muttered under my breath, “…good to know cunt…”
I heard a knock on the door, and the rich Londoner accent of my Baby from just outside. "Beloved?" She paused for a moment. "May I come in?"
I frowned, not wanting to have to explain anything, but I knew Sarah wouldn’t just leave it alone. I opened the door and pulled her inside, slamming the door shut as I pushed her up against the wall, my hands already undoing her pants. “You’ll come...I promise you!”
It was a distraction on my part, meant to avoid talking about her ‘best friend’ while I was in a rage. I didn’t want to talk about it. Milisandre had the power to fix this by telling Sarah everything, but she made it clear that she didn’t give a damn about me, so I was gonna break her goddamn jaw when I saw her!
…in the meantime, I turned my attention to breaking other things…
Yes…it was a distraction on my part, but it was still love. We made love to one another, and even in my anger, she found a way to make me giggle. It was a sound that I didn’t expect, given my mood. Sarah made love to my spirit and she gave me a reason to be who I was. I’d love her eternally.
“Thank you Baby.” I checked myself in the mirror of the cramped space and opened the door, practically running to my seat to avoid getting questioned.
It took Sarah forever and a DAY to get her clothes back on right and her makeup applied correctly again. I sat in my seat, waiting for her, hoping that there would be no more questions. As she returned, she made sure to ‘accidentally’ put her butt in my face as she scooted by me took her window seat once more. She gave a satisfied sigh, as she turned back to the book she was reading and remarked offhandedly, "Feel better?"
When I responded to her, I responded first without a lie upon my lips. “Yes...” …but I followed it up with a lie, “...always."
Sunday night was about me beating the shit out of Maria Salvatore for what she did to me at LAW 71, but every time I punched Maria…it was going to be like I was punching Milisandre! Just like Maria had laid claim to something that wasn’t hers, I was going to show her in no uncertain terms that she was completely, 100% FUCKED!
…and what was more…
If Milisandre Crowthorne dared to show her face in the building, without making things right by telling my wife what she told me…Cool Kid or not…she was also completely 100% FUCKED!
“I’m going to try to keep this short and sweet since I know the game that Maria Salvatore is playing at, and hell, who am I to crap on it since I should have seen it coming a mile away! Well played Maria, you’ve only been in LAW half as long as me and you already know how things work around here. You put in the effort to win the big match against Etsuko, and now you think that you can just coast when you face me, maybe even walk out like you did in our tag match, because you know that Lucas Dupree will just book you in a title match, regardless of how you do against me…”
“…I am clapping for you Maria…BRAVO…”
“Maybe you will get a title match at the next pay-per-view Maria. Maybe LAW doesn’t care that you skipped out on our tag match…maybe LAW doesn’t care that you are no-selling this match against me. I mean, it would be par for the course. My wife beat the ‘number one contender’ to the LAW Title, and yet Gabby Camacho gets to prance around like she won while my wife sits at home and twiddles her thumbs as the so-called Marquee Champ can’t be bothered to do anything but waste perfectly good air that a curtain jerking jobber could be breathing. Maybe that is the way of things, or maybe it is a coincidence. Either way, I know a few things that you don’t Maria…”
“…allow me to enlighten you…”
“This Sunday you are going to face me and I am going to give you the beating of a lifetime! No, you won’t be making a slick escape and giving me a cheap win that you can brush off and the management of LAW can say that it ‘doesn’t really count’ because I’m not going to let you. No, you won’t be calling on your ‘hit girls’ to take me out a second time, again so you can slip out smelling like a rose; mainly because I will have my own HIT GIRLS there! Finally, NO…you won’t be pulling out some miracle win that shocks the world…you will just be getting the crap kicked out of you, not only because I am better than you, but because you are no different than any of the other wannabee champions here…”
“…I am here to change that…the Cool Kids are here to change that…”
“Do you know why everyone hates us Maria? It’s because we do what they cannot! We raise the bar, win or lose. We are the talk of the town, win or lose. We push the limits and we draw the money, while the rest of them couldn’t draw flies! Look no further than to damn near every person who cared to promote their match for LAW 72! You’d be hard pressed to find a single one of them that didn’t mention The Cool Kids. We are on the lips of everyone because we are the reckoning…we are the changing of the guard!”
“The era of the PPV champion is over and done! The do nothings who show up for the ‘big matches’ and sit on their asses while people like me put in work week after week is DONE! That’s you Maria…the lazy wannabee who would win a title and then sit on their hands until they actually were forced to do something. Well, I can’t do anything about the others, but I can do something about YOU! There is not a chance in hell that I LET you beat me on Sunday…and god forbid that LAW sees fit to reward your ONE win with a title match at the PPV! I am going to make damn sure that you don’t walk out as the champion of any company that I work for!”
“You talked a big game when you had your match against the Breakout Champion last show, and since you got that win, no one has seen or even heard from you. Well, on Sunday they are going to SEE you get destroyed in the middle of the ring! On Sunday they are going to HEAR you scream when I break you in half for what you did…and what you plan to do! Putting a ‘hit’ on me was pretty smart, not getting the job done was were you slipped up!”
“Putting me down for good was your ONLY ticket to winning the Breakout Title, because regardless of what you or even Milisandre Crowthorne thinks, I have proven myself in the ring time and time again in singles competition, and I’ll be damned if I stumble and fall now! You are looking at the number one contender, and you are looking at the woman who is going to humiliate you at LAW 72!”
“Try to run…and I will catch you!”
“Try to hide…and I will find you!”
“You can’t beat me…no one that LAW puts in my way will beat me! I going to do what you and every other would be contender has failed to do…I am going to go from PPV to PPV without being pinned or submitted! I am going to be your next Breakout Champion, and there aint a damn thing that anyone can do about it!”
October 27, 2017
AN INTIMATE BETRAYAL
My wife is the strongest person I know, despite the many times I have seen her cry. Most of those times were because of something stupid that one of us had done to damage our trust. Outside of that, I had only seen her weep over her father's passing. On Friday night…I saw her cry again…but this time it was different…
My wife was assaulted by her childhood friend…someone she trusted and thought the world of. He betrayed her trust and tried to take what he thought he deserved from her. It was only dumb luck that prevented him from completing his desire to defile her.
For my part…I was too busy warding off Milisandre Crowthorne as she thought it would be cute to sing a ballad to my drunken wife. A drunken wife who was only just a few minutes earlier tweeting out photos that she had taken of that whore’s stupid flat ass!
But in my righteous indignation, my wife’s assailant slipped past unnoticed. Even her most trusted guard, Bruce did not see Jacob Hargrove because he was too busy trying to protect his FUCKING girlfriend!
No…Milisandre wasn’t to blame for all of it…but enough of it, for sure! In my mind, she was just like Jacob! Professing her love and refusing to give her up, even when she knew there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of them being together! That is what had me hating her guts…but my anger towards her would have to wait. My wife…as strong as she was, needed me now, more than ever…
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Following the assault, I didn’t want to let Sarah out of my sight...I didn’t want to let go of her, even for a moment. I was there to attend to her every need, except when it was something that would take me from her side. In that case, I allowed her guards and handmaidens to handle that, begrudgingly.
Milisandre’s birthday party was the worse! Sarah was still hurting, but she put on a brave face for her ‘best friend.’ She put that bitch before her own health…and that made me hate her even more. I was itching to whoop her fucking ass every time she even looked in Sarah’s direction. I bit my tongue and tried not to say anything while Sarah was dealing with what happened...but she and I would have fucking words VERY GODDAMN SOON!
NEW YORK CITY
October 30, 2017
TO KNOW LOVE, TO KNOW GOD
We hadn’t been intimate in days. That was a very unusual occurrence for us, but under the circumstances, completely understandable. Sarah needed time…and she could have all the time she wanted. Having her with me was all the intimacy that I needed. Of course, I was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth either. All I could do was be there for her when she needed me. Maybe it was her big championship win on Monday, despite the trauma she’d suffered, or maybe it was just the realization that life would go on for the two of us…either way, I was there for her when she final came to me.
She was emotionally drained when we found our way back to our hotel, but she covered me with desperate kisses, and a plea. "Make love to me, please. Make me...make me feel loved...please...I feel so cold..."
It had been days since we had been intimate, and even as ravenous I was, I was respectful of her body...her time. The request was not unexpected, as I knew my wife well...but I did not expect her feeling of being at all ‘cold’ especially after what she’d achieved after what had happened to her on Friday night. Still, I nodded as I set about the preparation...as I wanted this to help put her back on the path to feeling well again...not back to how we were, but back to being much, much better.
I wished that we were home, in West Hollywood or back in her ancestral home of Lacklanland, but my love for Sarah knew no home but her heart. I turned my attention to my Selena. I stood before her, tears in both our eyes...joy, sadness, and hope. I stroked my hand along the side of her face and brought her lips to mines. It had been sometime since we had experienced this level of affection, but that was the point.
Our first time since the attack was not easy…and it was not filled with fireworks. It was filled with affection, love, and most of all understanding. What had happened to her was not her fault, and despite the nature of it, she was not damaged goods. It could have been worse, much worse, but even then, my love for her would never change. She was my best friend, my lover, and most importantly…my wife. We would have ups and downs, smiles and frowns, but in the end…we would always have each other. That was what this life was all about.
“I love you Selena…”
Afterwards, as I lay on my back, trying to catch my breath, I held her on top of me; hands stroking her hair, wet and tangled, her back, slick with sweat. I kissed the top of her head. She had said once ‘that to know love, was to know the face of God.’ We didn’t share the same faith, but in my mind, she was not very far off…
…for me...she was God…
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THE FOLLOWING DAY…
Slowly…things were getting back to normal between us. Perfect? No. How could it be? But very slowly things were starting to be less weird. I’d have been telling a lie if I said that a lot of it was because Milisandre was far from my mind…and especially Sarah’s, but all good things eventually come to an end. Very slowly, the two of us had begun to snipe at one another over Twitter. Though she was not booked, she was insisting on being there. As for me, I was insisting that she not show her face anywhere near me until she talked to Sarah and told her what she had told me.
I face was scrunched in nasty scowl as we sat in the back of the limo that took us far across town and back to the airport. Apparently Sarah sensed my growing tension, though she assumed that it was over our mutual claim over the LAW Breakout Championship. She enjoyed seeing that side of me, but only to a point. Sarah flashed me with a giggle, "Might I draw your attention, Ma'am?"
My Baby was magnificent in her naked glory...always had been. I tucked my phone away and arched a single eyebrow, taking an accounting of my topless wife. “I remember when I saw you naked for the first time. My jaw nearly hit the floor.” I grinned and gave her a gentle kiss. “It still does.”
Sarah shuddered under the attention. Her eyes going wide for a moment as she pushed me back against the door. She turned around, putting her back to me, pulling her braid over her shoulder to free her neck and shoulders. She backed into me, letting me hold her from behind. This was so reminiscent of our first time together that I couldn’t stop smiling.
She took a deep breath, relaxing in my embrace. "So...maybe after we get out of here tonight...we can go out? Just the two of us?"
I kneaded her shoulders, looking for signs of tension, even as I kissed the top of her head. “I’d love that Baby! Anything that you’re up for.” I was glad that she was feeling more and more like her old self. As we traveled in this intimate embrace, I felt moved to tell her what she meant to me, “You know, you’re my inspiration. I had no ambition until I met you.” I kissed her neck again.
Sarah purred and her hands came up, fingers getting lost in my braids as she played with them. "Am I? Tell me how."
She felt like liquid silk in my hands, and I smiled as I answered her. “I didn’t know what I wanted or why I wanted it until I met you. I saw how focused you were on becoming a champion and how nothing deterred you.” I paused, enjoying the feeling of her in my arms.
She moved against me, spurring me on with her words. "And? What do YOU want now?"
I nearly faltered, but I managed to go on. “Honestly...I want you to be proud of me. REALLY proud of me. I saw the way you looked at me in Empire...after we won the tag team championships. I would kill to have you look at me like that again.”
She was silent, maybe enjoying the feel of my hands on her, or maybe lost in deep contemplation. After a few more silent moments, she spoke. "I will never lie to you...you are more than I can handle when you...stand up on your own...your back straight...I am your slave then..." She arched her head back and opened her red eyes to look at me upside down. "What are you willing to do to win?"
I knew that this was about my impending conflict with Milisandre, though she didn’t realize that it was about far more than a title…it was actually about her. “To see that look...to feel your eyes on me like that again?” My mind slipped back to that night in Canada, the night she earned her first title…with me…it was perfect. “...damn near anything...”
There was no lie in this for me…I meant it with my hold heart. I wanted to be a champion again and make her proud of me. I would do ‘damn near anything’ to see her look at me like that again, but what lay beneath our conversation…what she didn’t fathom, was what I would do to anyone who dared to come between us…and that was ‘ANYTHING…PERIOD!’
The rest of the ride was filled with more touching and words of affection as we slowly, but surely began to reconnect. I whispered into her ear as we lay together; “I’m glad that you came into my life...you’re my heart.”
KENNEDY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
OLD WOUNDS, NEW DISTRACTIONS
As we sat on the plane, waiting for it to take us back to our West Hollywood home, we bantered with our friends over social media. Sarah was back to her usual flirty self, and that made me feel much better. I took to googling funny pictures of us online and when I came across this gem, I just HAD to post it!
"OUCH, FUCK!" Sarah kicked my foot.
As I glanced over, she glared right back at me. The Firestarter in her was evident. "What's with that Canda stuff?"
I had teased Sarah with the idea that I might take a two-day trip up to Canada with a 'friend' or two myself. Maybe AMC and her new girlfriend Maki would be interested in sharing a hotel room...with me...sleeping in the same bed even, just like she and Angie had. I should have gotten over that months ago, but with all the stuff with Milisandre now, I was on edge and on the defensive constantly.
I sigh. “TruthZone...I thought that us coming to New York would erase all those shitty feelings I had about you and Angie having your...two day thing here, but...nothing is ever going to do that. I know you just wanted to be away from me and I know you said it wasn’t kinky, but...it still hurts.” I lean my head against her shoulder, tears cresting in my eyes. “...I just thought...maybe if I did the same thing, you’d understand why it still bothers me...why it still hurts. But, I can’t...I fucking can’t stand being away from you. I’m a smotherer...I'm a serial smotherer.”
Sarah leans her head against Kenzi's and strokes her cheek. "I am so sorry about that. I will never be able to erase the hurt. But I hope that you trust me in that Ang was literally there to shop and nothing in the Baumer Report was true." She shakes her head. "Ang is surprisingly witty...but is clueless to many things. She had zero idea what your mother was trying to do...or why I spent so much time crying on the balcony after I realized how hurt you were. I can only ask that you reserve all of your pain and anger for me, and none for her. She neither earned it nor deserves it. As for the other..." She snuggles on closer. "I never want to leave your side again."
This helped a lot. I realized how much I missed our ARC adjustments...but...I couldn’t risk it while that WHORE Milisandre wasn’t telling Sarah the truth about her feelings and her absolute betrayal of our friendship. “...thank you...”
"Having you with me in New York to win that championship...you made it perfect."
This makes me feel much better. I knew I’d always be hurt by what happened, but it was as much my fault as hers. I’d have to try to be better... if I could.
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As we got underway, we settled back into old habits. Everything was good again, and I was feeling VERY MUCH back to my old self once more. I was focused on LAW 72 and getting my hands on Maria Salvatore. I was focused on getting my chance to show everyone that I was the true number one contender for that Breakout Title. Nothing and no one was going to stand in my way…or so I thought.
Milisandre couldn’t wait to hijack my public declaration of what I intended to do and how I intended to stake my claim to what I felt was mines. She disagreed…with a great many things. We bantered back and forth, our conversation veiled under the guise of being about who wanted that title more…but I knew that it was really about who wanted my wife! I fired off an angry and profanity laced retort over Twitter, despite having done my best over the last several months to curtail that type of language…
I still cared for Milisandre…HELL, she had planned my wedding, she had been one of my ring bearers, but that was just it. She knew that Sarah and I were married…HAPPILY! Why in the fuck would she tell me to my fucking face that she was in love with MY WIFE?! She should have kept that shit to herself! How in the hell was I ever going to trust her to be near her when I wasn’t around, ever again?!
In my mind, this was New York with Angie Vaughn all over again! I didn’t know what designs that woman might have had on my wife! Staying together, hundreds of miles away in a hotel together…in the same goddamn room! Sarah knew of my jealously over the situation and she was careful not to ruffle my feathers over it.
…this was different…
Sarah had NO idea that Milisandre’s feeling for her were less than plutonic. Sarah continued to play flirty games with her, plan on spending one on one time together…all of this while Milisandre continued to harbor feelings of actual LOVE for her!
Milisandre’s words rung in my ears over and over ‘LAW 71 should have shown you, I don’t back down and I don’t give up’ I clenched my teeth as I muttered under my breath, “…good to know cunt…”
I heard a knock on the door, and the rich Londoner accent of my Baby from just outside. "Beloved?" She paused for a moment. "May I come in?"
I frowned, not wanting to have to explain anything, but I knew Sarah wouldn’t just leave it alone. I opened the door and pulled her inside, slamming the door shut as I pushed her up against the wall, my hands already undoing her pants. “You’ll come...I promise you!”
It was a distraction on my part, meant to avoid talking about her ‘best friend’ while I was in a rage. I didn’t want to talk about it. Milisandre had the power to fix this by telling Sarah everything, but she made it clear that she didn’t give a damn about me, so I was gonna break her goddamn jaw when I saw her!
…in the meantime, I turned my attention to breaking other things…
Yes…it was a distraction on my part, but it was still love. We made love to one another, and even in my anger, she found a way to make me giggle. It was a sound that I didn’t expect, given my mood. Sarah made love to my spirit and she gave me a reason to be who I was. I’d love her eternally.
“Thank you Baby.” I checked myself in the mirror of the cramped space and opened the door, practically running to my seat to avoid getting questioned.
It took Sarah forever and a DAY to get her clothes back on right and her makeup applied correctly again. I sat in my seat, waiting for her, hoping that there would be no more questions. As she returned, she made sure to ‘accidentally’ put her butt in my face as she scooted by me took her window seat once more. She gave a satisfied sigh, as she turned back to the book she was reading and remarked offhandedly, "Feel better?"
When I responded to her, I responded first without a lie upon my lips. “Yes...” …but I followed it up with a lie, “...always."
Sunday night was about me beating the shit out of Maria Salvatore for what she did to me at LAW 71, but every time I punched Maria…it was going to be like I was punching Milisandre! Just like Maria had laid claim to something that wasn’t hers, I was going to show her in no uncertain terms that she was completely, 100% FUCKED!
…and what was more…
If Milisandre Crowthorne dared to show her face in the building, without making things right by telling my wife what she told me…Cool Kid or not…she was also completely 100% FUCKED!
“I’m going to try to keep this short and sweet since I know the game that Maria Salvatore is playing at, and hell, who am I to crap on it since I should have seen it coming a mile away! Well played Maria, you’ve only been in LAW half as long as me and you already know how things work around here. You put in the effort to win the big match against Etsuko, and now you think that you can just coast when you face me, maybe even walk out like you did in our tag match, because you know that Lucas Dupree will just book you in a title match, regardless of how you do against me…”
“…I am clapping for you Maria…BRAVO…”
“Maybe you will get a title match at the next pay-per-view Maria. Maybe LAW doesn’t care that you skipped out on our tag match…maybe LAW doesn’t care that you are no-selling this match against me. I mean, it would be par for the course. My wife beat the ‘number one contender’ to the LAW Title, and yet Gabby Camacho gets to prance around like she won while my wife sits at home and twiddles her thumbs as the so-called Marquee Champ can’t be bothered to do anything but waste perfectly good air that a curtain jerking jobber could be breathing. Maybe that is the way of things, or maybe it is a coincidence. Either way, I know a few things that you don’t Maria…”
“…allow me to enlighten you…”
“This Sunday you are going to face me and I am going to give you the beating of a lifetime! No, you won’t be making a slick escape and giving me a cheap win that you can brush off and the management of LAW can say that it ‘doesn’t really count’ because I’m not going to let you. No, you won’t be calling on your ‘hit girls’ to take me out a second time, again so you can slip out smelling like a rose; mainly because I will have my own HIT GIRLS there! Finally, NO…you won’t be pulling out some miracle win that shocks the world…you will just be getting the crap kicked out of you, not only because I am better than you, but because you are no different than any of the other wannabee champions here…”
“…I am here to change that…the Cool Kids are here to change that…”
“Do you know why everyone hates us Maria? It’s because we do what they cannot! We raise the bar, win or lose. We are the talk of the town, win or lose. We push the limits and we draw the money, while the rest of them couldn’t draw flies! Look no further than to damn near every person who cared to promote their match for LAW 72! You’d be hard pressed to find a single one of them that didn’t mention The Cool Kids. We are on the lips of everyone because we are the reckoning…we are the changing of the guard!”
“The era of the PPV champion is over and done! The do nothings who show up for the ‘big matches’ and sit on their asses while people like me put in work week after week is DONE! That’s you Maria…the lazy wannabee who would win a title and then sit on their hands until they actually were forced to do something. Well, I can’t do anything about the others, but I can do something about YOU! There is not a chance in hell that I LET you beat me on Sunday…and god forbid that LAW sees fit to reward your ONE win with a title match at the PPV! I am going to make damn sure that you don’t walk out as the champion of any company that I work for!”
“You talked a big game when you had your match against the Breakout Champion last show, and since you got that win, no one has seen or even heard from you. Well, on Sunday they are going to SEE you get destroyed in the middle of the ring! On Sunday they are going to HEAR you scream when I break you in half for what you did…and what you plan to do! Putting a ‘hit’ on me was pretty smart, not getting the job done was were you slipped up!”
“Putting me down for good was your ONLY ticket to winning the Breakout Title, because regardless of what you or even Milisandre Crowthorne thinks, I have proven myself in the ring time and time again in singles competition, and I’ll be damned if I stumble and fall now! You are looking at the number one contender, and you are looking at the woman who is going to humiliate you at LAW 72!”
“Try to run…and I will catch you!”
“Try to hide…and I will find you!”
“You can’t beat me…no one that LAW puts in my way will beat me! I going to do what you and every other would be contender has failed to do…I am going to go from PPV to PPV without being pinned or submitted! I am going to be your next Breakout Champion, and there aint a damn thing that anyone can do about it!”