Breakdown 11-4-20
October 18th
Atlanta
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Clink. Clank. Clink.
I was sitting at the table in out hotel room. Under Attack has been over for at least an hour. Tommy and I left, both pissed off. Neither one of us got what we wanted. On top of that, I nearly got injured after going the distance in the chamber only to lose to that entitled little bitch. Again. I'm sick of it.
Sick.
Of.
It.
I had a length of chain in my hands, and I wrapped it tighter around my fist. It hurt, but I wanted it to. Normally after something like this, another failure, I would sit in the hotel room and calm myself down. Tell myself there's always the next fight. But I made a statement in my promo before this match and I intended to stick to it. I won't let myself brush this off. I needed to stay angry. I needed to stay pissed off. That's why I picked up this piece of chain – part of the chamber itself, that Giovanni Aries cut off when he climbed the thing and started trying to drop chain on Peyton Rice
Clink!
I unwrapped it from my fist and let it fall to the table. My hand was red from the pressure of it. I flexed my hand, opening and closing my fist... before punching the table, making the whole three-foot or so length of chain rattle against the table top.
FUCK.
I heard the door open behind me, and turned to see Tommy coming back in. He was wearing a hoodie, I guess trying to conceal his identity while going down to get food. I doubt it worked well, his hair was sticking out and there are some green streaks in it. He set a plastic bag on the table, right next to the chain. I could smell meat, probably burgers. Tommy moved the chain over with the bag, then gestured to it.
“What is that?”
“Chain.” I didn't look up.
“I can see that. I mean... what is it? Where did it come from?”
“Aries.” I looked up. “It's part of the chamber. I took it from the floor before leaving the ring.”
Tommy sat down across from me, and I picked the piece of chain up again, twisting it around my hands again. Instead of taking our takeout boxes out of the bag though, Tommy reached over and put his hand over mine, stopping me from twisting the chain any more.
“Why?”
I glared. “Why? Are you kidding me?”
“If I knew, I wouldn't have asked.”
“Okay.... first of all. That bitch who stole my moment had the nerve to try to help me! I don't need anyone's fucking charity, I can protect myself!”
“Stole?” I glared again. Okay, so Miss Squeaky Clean didn't do anything cheap to catch me. She just snuck me out of nowhere. He knew what I meant, dammit! Tommy shrugged. “Okay. Stole.”
“And second... this?” I held the chain up. “Is literally a piece of my latest failure. I meant what I said, I am not going to brush this off this time. I'm gonna sit here and hold on to it and make myself stay mad. Clearly the other way isn't working so I need to change my attitude. So that's what this is for.”
“Getting all angry and hostile hasn't exactly worked in my favor, as you'll notice by the lack of a World Championship belt in this room... so maybe we're both wrong.”
“Bullshit! The fact you even had the shot in the first place proves that, if you hadn't forced your way in, Bree would have probably been fighting that Hodges prick, or the Cruze kid, after Daveyboy broke a nail or whatever the fuck. And it's not like she destroyed you, she had a lucky few seconds. It could have easily gone the other way, and I bet she knows it.”
“The same could be said for you and Peyton. She didn't destroy you, either.”
“Maybe not, but the difference is that you will get other chances. You have the record, the status, that commands it. Me? I have nothing. Not on my own. And I'm not gonna get given shit unless I force it.” I started twisting the chain around my hand again. “I'm not gonna stand aside quietly in acceptance this time. And you know what, neither should you.”
Tommy reached over and took the chain away from me, unwrapping it from my hand.
“I'm not.” He then finally took our food boxes out of the plastic bag and slid mine to me as he continued. “Just because I'm not sitting here ranting and yelling about it anymore doesn't mean I'm not still mad. I'm not accepting tonight as the end of my run at the top of this company. So yeah, you're probably right. Neither of us should accept the way tonight went as an ending and move on. I'm not gonna ask you to not be mad at all.” He then opened my takeout box for me, I was right by the smell, it was a burger and fries. Best post-match meal there is. “But at least for tonight?”
I sighed, glancing at the piece of chain he'd taken from me and set down just out of my reach. The memento I took to have something to focus on to recall the anger.
“Okay.” I took a deep breath and picked up my burger, and took a bite, proof that I was going to let it go just for the moment. Tommy grinned, and got up to grab us each a beer from the mini fridge.
We ate, then got in bed. I was oddly not in the mood for much else other than sleep, being sore from the chamber and the fact that we both came up empty didn't do much to stoke the libido fire. Instead, Tommy offered to massage my sore spots. I had placed the piece of chain on my nightstand and I fiddled with it as he rubbed my back and legs. When I woke up the next morning... I was still holding it.
October 20th
Santa Barbara
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I was at Ante Up, I had just finished leading a small class of beginner students, showing them some basic kicks. It wasn't the first class I did, but it was the biggest even though there were only six students. I started with three and worked up. It's not as intimidating as I thought it would be, everyone seemed to respect the fact I was an actual wrestler teaching them and no one made any dumb comments. I did wonder if that was out of respect for me personally, or the fact that Tommy was in the building and they'd heard about his temper. Either way... it was a good time. The students had either left, or gone to work on other things. Me? I was on the mats outside of the ring I'd just finished class in, doing some stretches. Sydney was in town for her appointment with her secret actress client. And was coming to meet me here for a little catch up. I couldn't leave for lunch cause I had a training session with Ashley soon. Yes, training. That's all. I'd talked to him since my mini-meltdown but not about what happened. I had a feeling though that today it would come up. But I couldn't worry about that yet, I was more concerned with what Sydney was going to ask me about Gail. Carla. Whatever the fuck I'm supposed to call the woman who gave birth to me.
I was sitting in almost a split position, my legs spread out to the side, as I did a hamstring stretch, when I saw Sydney come in the front door. She hadn't been there before, I so got up to meet her. I saw her looking around, and as soon as I got to my feet, she saw me and smiled, and turned my way. I gestured to a bench along the wall near the ring. She met me in front of it and we hugged.
“This place is amazing! And your man owns this?”
“Yeah. Well... half of it. But he's running it himself right now.”
Sydney looked all around, at the other rings, the upstairs area where most of the weight machines were, then back at me. “Yeah... amazing about covers it. No wonder you two are always so busy, with this going on, and your SCW stuff, and the club... how do you have time to breathe?”
“We catch up on breathing in bed.” I smirked. Sydney laughed
“Seems like a good place to do that.” We sat, she crossed one leg under the other on the bench. I leaned against the wall. “So... I watched your show Sunday. How are you feeling?”
“Pissed. What else?”
“Oh... right. Yeah of course, but I meant physically.”
I shrugged. “Not as bad as I expected. Some things are still sore, but it's getting better pretty quick. Working with the students here helps actually, loosened up some muscles.”
“I'm not keeping you from a class, am I?”
“Nah, one just ended. And my next thing is a one on one session.”
“That guy I met, right? Ashley?”
“Yeah. He's a little far ahead of the newer students and I've been working with him for a while now. I think we're supposed to do submissions today.”
“I might have to stay and watch that.” She grinned.
“You're welcome to.” I smiled back. Maybe I could sorta nudge them towards each other again, now that the douche boyfriend was gone. Would save me from having to keep up this... whatever it was, I had started with Ashley at Tommy's request. Not that I didn't enjoy it, but I was afraid of the guy getting attached. “So, what about you? Spend any time with your aunt over the weekend?”
“Oh, you mean your mother?” Sydney gave me a pointed look. I sighed.
“You know, I met with her, we talked. She told me her story, I told her mine. And I get it. I really do. But... I don't think I'm ready to see her that way yet. Or if I ever will.”
“My mom died when I was sixteen. She had leukemia. It was less than a year after she was diagnosed. There isn't a day that passes that I wish I had one more day with her. You have that chance. You thought your mom was dead and she isn't. I don't understand how anything else matters.”
“You never told me that. I'm really sorry, Syd. I am. But there's a big difference here, you grew up with your mom. I don't know this woman. I met her last year, after Jennifer, my old social worker, gave me her number when I told her I wanted to try to find my biological family. I've only really met with her a few times in the last year. And now all of a sudden she's not my mother's friend, but my mother?” I shook my head. “I already have a mom, you know? Debbie Williamson, the only reason they didn't adopt me was because they couldn't afford the fees. Even Jennifer is more of a mom to me than anyone else, really. I've known her longer than anyone.”
“Have you talked to her about this?” I nodded. Sydney spoke quietly. “And what does she think?”
I looked down. “She said I should give Gail a chance.”
“That's not her name.” Sydney actually looked offended.
“She told me she wanted Carla to stay dead. So I'm gonna call her Gail unless she tells me otherwise.”
“She told me and Dad.”
“That's different. He knows her. You're her actual family. I-”
“You're her daughter!” Sydney raised her voice, and a student on one of the treadmills not too far away looked back. “Sorry...” She spoke lower. “I just... I want everyone to be happy.”
“It's not that easy.”
“I know that. But it'll never happen if you don't try. Do you even want to?”
“I don't know. I feel like I probably should. But you know I'm not normal. Or conventional. What is she gonna think of me if she gets to know me? Like... all of me? It's like she has this grand vision of me as this successful survivor person, but I'm really just a fucked up teenager in a grown woman's body.” Fuck. I'd never said that out loud before.
“No you're not, you're smart and strong and-”
“And over thirty in my first real relationship. It's like I'm.... emotionally stunted or some shit. Because of the way I grew up. All of this is fucked up, Syd. Part of me wants to hate her so much for what she did to me, even though I do understand it. But I also don't want to disappoint her if she gets too close and finds out I'm not everything she thinks I am.”
Sydney put her hand on my arm and leaned a little closer. “She doesn't care about any of that, sweetie.”
“Oh, so you have talked to her recently?”
Sydney nodded. “Saturday. The three of us spent the day together. She doesn't care about your past or anything like that... she's read things.” I scoffed. Fucking great. “All she cares about is that you're successful and happy.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Happy?”
“Yes! Relatively. Yeah, your match didn't go your way, and neither did Tommy's, but look at the bigger picture. You have a great job. A few jobs, really. You have a man who cares about you, friends who are there for you.”
“Guess I can't argue that.”
“That's what she cares about. I don't think getting closer to you and finding out the truth behind the bullshit she read online is going to change her opinion of you. Remember, she's known who you are for years, she already knows more than you think. But you're her daughter. Everything else is just stuff.”
“I guess it's worth a shot. What's the worst that can happen, I end up without a real mother again? At least I know how to live with that.” I forced a grin.
“Stop it, you're not gonna mess this up. You literally can't.”
I was thinking about what to say next, when I noticed the door open, and Ashley walked in. Saved by the fuck buddy! I stood up and waved at him. He saw me and started to walk over, carrying his gym bag. He was already dressed for working out though, in loose shorts and a sleeveless tank top, both black. It annoyed me that I thought he looked good.
“Afternoon... am Ah early?” He glanced at Sydney.
“No, Sydney was just visiting since she was nearby.”
“Yeah, I have a microdermabrasion client not far from here,”
“No idea what that is, but it's good t'see ya.”
Sydney giggled. “It's like a.... really intense facial. Good to see you again, too.”
“Staying to watch us work, then?”
“I am now.”
I had to hide my smile. I might not have to do much nudging after all. “Great. So, submissions still the plan for today?”
“Ah think so. Just don't try to break me shoulder like last time an' we'll be straight.”
Sydney looked between us, confused. “Wait, what?”
“Nothing, misunderstanding.” I went to the ring and hopped up backwards to sit on the apron. “Ready when you are.”
Ashley nodded and set his bag down. He turned to get in the ring with me, but Sydney stopped him, getting between him and the ring, her back to me.
“Wait, can I just say... Kandis told me everything you did for her that day. When she was upset about her mother...”
Ashley glanced at me over her shoulder, questioningly. I knew what he was asking, everything? I shook my head no. “Yeh, hard t'forget that. She were right pissed.”
“I can't say I blame her. She needed a friend and there you were. Made sure she didn't hurt herself or make an ass of herself... I just wanted to say thanks for taking care of my cousin.”
“O'course. Tommy weren't around, someone had t'do it.”
Sydney smiled and put her hand on his arm. “She's lucky to have you as a friend.”
I could see Ashley glance at her hand touching him, and he smiled back. “Nah, Ah'm the lucky one, that she and Tommy let me hang around all the time.”
They look at each other a few seconds, then Sydney pulls her hand away, stepping back.
“Well... you came here to work. I'll just sit back here quietly and watch. If you don't mind.”
“Not at all.”
Ashley gave her another smile before sliding into the ring. I went up to him and spoke quietly so Sydney wouldn't hear me. “I think she likes you, doll.”
“Y'think?”
I nodded. “She's staying to watch, isn't she?”
“That's prob'ly cause you dint actually tell her everything...”
“Don't worry about that, it's our little secret.” I smirked.
“The three of us, eh?”
“Yeah. I keep telling you not to worry about that.”
“Am not. Just confirming if he knows about th'last one.”
“Yes.”
Ashley nodded, then stepped back. “Alright then. Ready?”
“I'm always ready. You know that.”
We both smirked, and got to work. Sydney stayed the whole time, watching us work through a few different submissions. I was working on some myself, deciding what new one to add to my bag of tricks. I think Ashley enjoyed letting me practice it, a triangle choke. Imagine that.
After we were done, I went to grab water, but mainly to see if Ashley and Sydney would talk again. When I got back with the water bottles, they were all grins. I might be off the hook here without having to fuck the guy again. It annoyed me that the idea of not having another round made my cunt twitch. I'm not supposed to want him, dammit! I don't. I don't.
November 2nd
Berlin, Germany
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It seemed both Tommy and I took our conversation after Under Attack seriously. Neither one of us kept quiet, backed down. I mouthed off to Peyton, told her I shoved her away from me on the off chance she got injured by Aries' bullshit, I would likely get her title shot. I thought about it when I shoved her, even if my initial reaction was that I didn't want her help. I even told her I kept a piece of the chain. A reminder of Aries' insanity, or so I let her believe. Let everyone believe the chain is about Aries, I don't care. I know what I kept it for, and once all the anger I'm using it to build inside me comes out, everyone will regret underestimating me. As for Tommy? He made his statement too, by way of a Knee Deep to Glory Braddock's head, making sure neither her nor Asher Hayes left the show with two belts. It was for the best, I'm not sure the SCW could handle either of their egos if one of them had won outright.
Halloween came and went.... which Gail (Carla? I don't know, I still hadn't spoken to her again despite my talk with Sydney) had told me was my actual birthday. There was some fancy pants party on a boat but neither me nor Tommy wanted anything to do with it. Instead, we dressed up and went to Ante Up to give candy to kids... before scaring the shit out of them with the facepaint that looked like blood and torn flesh I had put on Tommy's face. The next day, we had to get ready to fly overseas. SCW is running a dual international tour, and we're going to Europe. First stop? Germany.
We got to Berlin, where our matches for Breakdown are going to be taped, early Monday morning. We took a nap to try to overcome the time difference and adjust to where we were. But also... I had heard about a nightclub here called the Kit Kat Club. It's practically an urban legend in the circles I used to run in. A few of my old 'regular customers' had mentioned it to me. So when I heard we were going to Berlin, I looked it up. They play music of course, usually techno or EDM or something like that. There's a pool, three dance floors... and a very unconventional dress code. You pretty much have to look like you're about to film fetish porn to get in. And once inside? Anything goes. And I do mean anything, as long as there's consent. The owners allow and basically encourage people to let it all out, get naked, even go as far as to have full on sex if they're in the mood.
It's like the place was made for me.
I told Tommy about it and said that we were going. I didn't ask. And he didn't protest. He made a slight face when I told him what he should probably wear, but once he got dressed, he was okay with it. We were standing in line a little after ten, the sign said they opened at eleven, but it looked like they were letting people in early. It was Monday, which meant the dress code wasn't as strict, you didn't have to be practically naked to get in. Locals said that was so that people who were interested in the place but unsure if they were comfortable dressing that way to get a taste of the experience. Me? I was in a skin-tight black leather dress that barely covered my ass, with fishnet stockings. Oh, and the stockings were crotchless. I paired it with silver 4-inch heels. Tommy was in green leather pants and a very tight black top, so tight you could count his abs through it, it almost looked painted on. When we got to the door, the doorman looked us both up and down, and nodded us through. Inside, there was a second doorman. He took our phones and put them in a box with our names on it, and then inside a locker. There were no phones or cameras allowed. I didn't care one way or the other, but Tommy liked the idea that no pictures or videos of us in here, doing whatever we were gonna do, would end up on the internet.
After going in, we went to the bar to get a drink and then walked around a bit. It was still early so it wasn't full of people yet. The lights were neon colored, there were tables, and along the walls were little nooks or alcoves with larger chairs that looked comfortable, a few couches even, and those areas were dimly lit. I assumed they were there for people who wanted to play. There was also a stage on one of the dance floors, and another one had cages.
“You know, I was a little skeptical about this place when you brought it up, but now that we're here? It's the perfect place for you to let loose a little. Or a lot.”
“Just me, huh?”
“Mostly you. You've had a hard time lately, everything with your family. I can tell you're trying to not let me know it's fucked with your head, but I know you babe. I can tell. You're not yourself.”
I finished my sip of margarita and shook my head. “Of course I'm not myself, I don't know what myself is anymore. My entire identity changed.”
“That's the thing, no it didn't. The way you grew up is still the same, you can't change the past. You just have new information now. You're still you. And this place? Is definitely gonna remind you of who that is.”
I looked around. There were more people inside now, and the music had started. It wasn't so loud that we couldn't talk though, which was a new experience for being in a club.
“What do you mean?”
He smirked. “The free spirited, no strings, version of you I first met. I want you to have fun tonight. Whatever that means.”
I stopped walking and faced him directly. “Wait, you want me to find some random fuck?”
“For this one night, so you can blow off some steam and feel like you're still you? Yeah, I do.”
Well, at least he wasn't picking the guy like when he asked me to fuck Ashley to keep him away from Charlotte. I just felt like every time something like this came up, things were off balance.
“Okay. But it has to be fair. You should do the same thing.”
“This isn't about me.”
“Let's make it about you. At the start of this thing with us, we agreed that occasionally having other fun would be fine. Yet so far, I'm the only one who's actually done it. Unless there's something you haven't told me...”
“There isn't. And most of the other encounters you've had were for reasons, not just because you wanted to.”
Left unspoken was the one that was because I wanted to. I left it unspoken, we knew.
“That's not the point. I'm not the only one of us who's had a rough time lately. You should have some fun, too.”
“Did you ever think that maybe I enjoy it when you have fun?”
“Did you ever think that maybe I would enjoy it if you did?” He seemed to think about that a second. “I mean come on, you can't tell me you've never once thought about taking advantage of the deal.”
“Yeah, I've thought about it, but-”
I shut him up by putting my finger over his lips. “Okay. Then go have fun. That's what we came here for, isn't it? Blow off some steam, forget real life for the night?”
Tommy sighed, then smirked. “Okay.”
I smiled. “Tell you what, we'll make it more interesting. Forget real life... let's pretend we don't know each other.”
“That could be fun, for a few reasons.”
“Exactly. Alright then... get away from me, you stranger.” I smirked again. He laughed a little, then stepped back. I made a show of turning away, then walking of f slowly. I just knew he was watching my ass, but I didn't dare turn around to catch him. Instead, I went up to the bar to get another drink. After being served, I finally looked behind me, and Tommy was nowhere to be seen. I smiled. This was going to be fun.
About thirty minutes, a few songs, and one more drink later, I was on the one dance floor that didn't have any gimmicks, when this guy came up to me. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only skintight and ripped jeans, with chains hanging from the belt loops, and black combat boots. These chains didn't make me angry though. I looked back up and realized his chest was covered in tattoos. Song lyrics, a rose, a skeleton key, and other things I couldn't make out. He looked me up and down too. I put a hand on one hip and turned, giving him a better look.
“Inspecting the goods?” It only occurred to me after I spoke that it was possible he didn't speak English. But when he opened his mouth, I was glad to hear I was wrong – he had a British accent.
“Indeed I am, love. Fine quality. How was your assessment of mine then?”
“Nice artwork.” I gestured to his chest.
“There's more, hang on.” He turned around, and his back was covered with one giant piece, a tree. Complete with detailed leaves, bark, and some birds on the branches. I couldn't help myself from reaching out and touching it.
“Holy fuck, that's amazing.”
He turned around and grinned at me. “Funny, that's usually the comment I get when I unzip.”
I glanced down. Seemed like he wasn't making that up, but jeans could be misleading.
“I guess that remains to be seen.”
“Oh, you think I'm that easy? Nah love, you gotta at least dance with me first.”
I reply, I moved closer, and started dancing. The guy smiled and put one hand on my hip. We spun around, and across the dance floor, I caught sight of Tommy. He was dancing with a blonde. I watched him for a few seconds, then he looked up and saw me. I smirked and got a little closer Hot Guy, rubbing against him as we danced. Tommy grinned, then pulled the blonde closer to him, holding her ass. I had to admit she was kinda cute, dressed in what looked like wedding night lingerie, except it was all black instead of white. I leaned closer to Hot Guy, and rested one arm over his shoulder, letting my nails dig into him a little. He grinned at me, and pulled me closer, so that our crotches were actually touching. I snuck another glance at Tommy over Hot Guy's shoulder. He had been watching, but turned away when he saw me catch him watching. He looked down at Blondie. She grinned up at him, then spun around, so that her ass was against him. He didn't look back up at me as she started rubbing against him, he had his hands on her hips. Hot Gut suddenly grabbed me by the hips with both hands ad spun me around, then pulled me back against him, much like the way Tommy and Blondie were dancing. He leaned over and spoke in my ear.
“Sorry if I startled ya love, I just had to have that voluptuous ass against me.”
“Typical response.”
I poked my ass out a little and wiggled against him. I could feel his grip on me get tighter, and I also felt his cock poking my ass through his jeans. I maneuvered the dancing so that we turned around a bit, I wanted to see what Tommy was doing. But they weren't in the same spot, and I couldn't find them. Hmm. Maybe they found a quiet spot. I started to turn me and Hot Guy around again... and then I saw them. At the edge of the dance floor, near a rail. Blondie had turned to face him, and they had both hands on each other, both with a handful of ass. I turned to face Hot Guy and 'danced' us around so I could still see Tommy. He finally looked up and saw me again. We both smirked. It seemed like for the last two songs watching each other get freaky with other people, we were trying to outdo each other. Well, I decided it was time to up the ante, pun intended. I reached up and put my arms over Hot Guy's shoulders, then grabbed his face with one hand. He took the hint, and kissed me. Deep. And fuck, he was good at it. I had to pull back to breathe. I glanced over to Tommy and Blondie. He'd clearly been watching. Blondie turned his head back towards her. He grinned at her, then kissed her. She immediately stuffed her hand into his hair, then pulled him closer with the other, that had been on his ass. I grinned at the sight, most women would have probably gone into a jealous rage, but I thought it was hot.
Hot Guy got my attention back by grabbing me under the chin and turning my head back towards him.
“Got yer eye on another fella?”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
“Course.”
“I came here with my man. We're doing this thing where we act like we don't know each other, and find our own fun. I just caught a glance of him... having fun.”
“Oh, you guys into the kinky stuff, eh?”
“Something like that. That doesn't scare you off, does it?”
“Nah. I promise ya I've done worse. Or better, depending on how you look at it.”
“Oh really? Maybe you should give me some ideas.”
“Maybe we should get off the dance floor so I can demonstrate.”
I resisted the urge to glance back at Tommy again, and just nodded. Hot Guy smirked, and grabbed my hand. He led me to a sort of round chair that was in an indention in the wall, not far from the main bar. He sat, and patted his lap, gesturing for me to sit. The chair looked like leather but was probably pleather or vinyl. I started to sit on him sideways, but he shook his head.
“Ain't nothing lady like about you that I can tell, don't you sit sideways like you got something to hide.”
I shrugged, then lifted one leg, surely giving him a view of what wasn't under my dress, and sat straddling him. “If we're gonna be this close doll, I think maybe you should tell me your name. I need to know what to scream later.”
He squirmed in the chair a little, as much as he could with me sitting on him anyway, and smirked.
“You can call me Will. And you are?”
“Kandis.”
He didn't say anything for a second, and I thought maybe he knew who I was. But then he grinned, and grabbed my ass with both hands.
“So, yer obviously not from here, what brings you to Berlin?”
Okay, so either he didn't know who I was, or he did and was pretending not to. Either way, I wasn't gonna answer that completely honestly. “Traveling for work.”
“You and yer man?”
“Yeah. But... maybe we shouldn't talk about him. You brought me here to show me something, didn't you?”
I was aware of the fact that since we were close to the bar, there were people going back and forth behind us. But I didn't care. This guy – Will – was fucking hot.
“Indeed I did. Are you sure you're ready?”
“I am always ready.” I used my sultriest voice.
Will grinned at me, and licked his own bottom lip before pulling me close to kiss me again, one hand behind my neck, the other still on my ass, with his thumb gently rubbing that little indent that's right above the crack. My knees dug into the chair, and I could feel his cock pressing against me again, despite his jeans trying to hold it back. He removed the pressure on my neck, and I pulled back.
“Good so far?”
“You might be the best kisser I've ever had my tongue in, and believe me... that's saying a lot.”
“You must get around quite a bit.”
“I used to. Not so much anymore.”
“But you came here, so you want to, don't ya?”
He was rubbing my ass with both hands while we talked. I was very aware of the fact there was literally nothing covering my cunt, since my stockings were crotchless and I hadn't put on any underwear. “Sometimes I do, yeah. Getting with the guy for serious was a big change for me.”
“Yer lucky he doesn't mind playing these kinda games with ya.”
“I am. But we weren't gonna talk about him, remember?”
Will grinned. “Right. Maybe we shouldn't be talkin' at all.”
“Maybe not.” I smirked and leaned in to kiss him again. I wasn't blowing smoke up his ass, this dude had one talented tongue. I imagined what he could do with it between my legs. That thought made me groan a little. Will stopped and looked at me.
“You really are always ready, ain't ya?”
I nodded. I finally couldn't stop myself from looking around, I wanted to see where Tommy was. I had only looked in one direction and not found him though when Will grabbed my face and turned my head back to him.
“Are you sure yer into this, love? Or are ya just a tease?”
“Oh, I am never a tease. That's just insulting.”
Up til that point, I wasn't sure if I was actually going to fuck this guy. But he questioned me, so I had to. I reached down and unzipped his jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear and his cock basically exploded out of the fly. Any other occasion I would have wanted to get a good look, a lot of people think cocks are ugly but I find them to be works of art. But, Will challenged me. So instead of looking down at it to get a good look, I grabbed it, rose up on my knees a bit, then sat on it. He hissed breath through his teeth – I love that sound – and gripped my ass harder. He was thinner than the last few guys I fucked, but it was so hard that it didn't make much difference. I made myself grind slow, even though he was trying to make me go faster with his hands on my ass. After a few back and forth grinds, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I gasped and stopped mid-grind, and looked up. Tommy found me. He gave me a smirk. Without turning my gaze from him, I tapped Will on his chest. He opened his eyes, then sat up as straight as he could with his cock in me. I think he was scared. Maybe he did know who we were, after all.
“Hi, excuse me. This one belongs to me.”
Will nodded, and I moved my hips to get the cock out, but I didn't get up just yet.
“Right. O'course. Didn't mean no offense mate, I dint know she were taken-”
“No, no. Don't worry about it. No trouble here. I didn't mind loaning her out for a while but I'm gonna take her back now.”
Will nodded, and I finally got up. I pulled my dress down to cover my ass. “Sorry, he makes the rules.” I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss.
“Understood. Thanks for the good time.” Will stood up, gave Tommy a nod, he still looked a bit scared of him. I was certain at that point he did know who we were, Tommy's reputation of a short and nasty temper was well-known. Will walked off.
Tommy gave me a look. “I make the rules?”
“When it comes to who I'm fucking? Yeah, you kinda do. All of this has always been whatever you're comfortable with me doing. I'm not gonna do something or someone that you don't like, or without your permission.”
“Permission, huh? So these are the new terms? I'm not controlling you, just your pussy?”
I grin. “That's how it's been from the start, if you think about it. I think we took it too far before.” Tommy nods, I know he agreed the whole 'tell me what to do in everything' was too much. “But where sex is concerned? You said it to Will... I belong to you. Nothing happens to this cunt that you don't approve.”
“And you're okay with that?”
“As long as it works both ways, yes.”
Tommy nodded, and pulled me to him by my hips. “Deal.” He kissed me. I could taste lipstick. That reminded me. I pulled back.
“Speaking of... what happened to Blondie?”
“Blondie? Oh., you mean Bridget, the girl I was messing with.” I nodded. “She uh, wasn't interested in full services.”
“Her loss.”
Tommy shrugged, then sat in the chair where Will was sitting minutes ago. He looked up at me with a smirk. “I think you have something to finish.” He then pat his legs for me to sit. I hiked my dress up again and assumed my position. The green leather pants were tighter and thinner than the pants he usually wears and left nothing to the imagination, I could see not only the bump his cock made, but also the outline of the head. Without saying anything, I opened his pants, pulled it out, and slid on. We both exhaled hard. I started grinding, just like I had been doing on top of the stranger less than five minutes ago. I had my hands on his shoulders, he had his hands on my ass, right under, the crease where ass meets thigh, right where he knows I like to be grabbed. After about thirty seconds, I lean over to speak between thrusts.
“All these people.... walking around.... don't bother you?”
“Not at all.... if they're watching... they're seeing me... with the hottest woman in the building.”
I smirked, and ground a little harder. Neither of us said anything else until we both finished.
I stayed sitting on his lap afterwards, while we caught our breath. I leaned over on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. I found it strange how the whole point of coming here was to loosen up, blow off steam like Tommy said... he thought I should act like I used to before I got with him, I told him to do the same thing. We tried, but ended up together anyway. I was totally into it with Hot Guy – Will – but I was also glad we were interrupted. This might be hard to believe, but until that night, I'd never actually had sex in public. I guess a few places could have been considered semi-public... the backseat of a car parked in the dark with no other cars around, otherwise empty locker rooms, the office at the Starmaker when the club was open. But not like this, with people literally walking right past. I was glad I had that experience with Tommy and not some random guy, no matter how hot he was. I wondered if Blondie really turned him down, or if Tommy did and he just didn't want to tell me. I didn't ask though, because it really didn't matter in the end.
After my breathing went back to normal, I sat up and placed my hands on Tommy's chest.
“I think that might have been the best sexual experience I've ever had.”
“Ever? That's a large spectrum.”
“I know. But yeah. Ever.”
Tommy grinned. “I think I agree. You know, I had planned to just watch you from near the bar after Bridget backed out. But you looked so fucking hot I couldn't help myself. I hope your friend wasn't mad.”
“I think he was too scared of you to be mad.”
Tommy laughed. “Yeah, I thought I caught a whiff of fear.”
“So, this gives me an idea. Do you think you could make the Starmaker into a place kinda like this? We could have this kind of excitement all the time.”
“I don't know.... the city might have ordinances against it. There's always my office...”
“Mmm. Good point.” I felt a nudge from underneath me, and looked down. He seemed ready to go again. “Speaking of points...” I reached down and grabbed him. He breathed out hard.
“I think you know what to do with that.”
“Yes, sir.” I smirked as I slid down on him again.
Things hadn't ended up like we intended earlier, but I did feel like myself again.
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Kandis sits in the middle of a large bed in a hotel room, with her legs crossed. The bed is made, so we know she hasn't just made use of it. She is also more dressed than one might expect for such a setting, wearing black jeans and a gray t-shirt that reads “Scream my name.” Her hair is in one long braid that hangs over one shoulder. There is something bunched up on the bed beside her, but it can't be determined what it is just yet.
Just so y'all know... I didn't lie before Under Attack. I'm pissed. I might look calm right now, but I promise you... I. Am. Pissed.
That chamber was supposed to be mine! Peyton Rice and I went bell to bell, took out four other fighters and at the end of it?
Kandis leans forward a little.
It should have been me!
But no. Little miss mini-perfect, miss squeaky clean found a way to catch me off guard, found a way to drop me and hold me down after we'd fought the whole match, in that chamber, after I went through a fucking pod! So she can claim superiority all she wants, she has been for years. But I'm gonna say this right here and right now... next time, bitch? Your ass is mine!
I tried to be civil, but I'm not going down that road anymore, not with you and not with anyone. It wasn't enough that you got me in the end, no. You had to play savior too when that crazy fuck Giovanni Aries started cutting the damn chamber apart. I didn't ask for you to help me! I didn't need your fucking hand! Yes, I shoved you away from me, and no I didn't care that the psycho was still cutting shit down overhead.
I don't need anyone's charity. I don't need anyone's help. I can take care of myself, I have been doing it my entire life. While you were running scared, I was gaining resolve. While you were trying to get out of harms way, I was grabbing this.
Kandis picks up the item on the bed next to her. We see now that it's a length of chain, clearly from the chamber.
I know I told you at Breakdown that I took it to remind myself how crazy Aries is, but that's only part of it. Yeah, I want to remember that he's a lunatic, so I never let myself get that far gone that I would do something insane like that... but this chain is more than that to me.
It's a physical representation of everything I'm pissed off at!
It's a part of the chamber, the match I didn't win after I practically promised the world that I would. It's a large piece of metal that fell to the canvas then slid to the ground after coming within inches of hitting me over the head. You might have been afraid Peyton, but I was invigorated. There's nothing quite like a brush with serious injury or possible death to make you realize that all of this, everything we do.... wrestling, slinging trash talk back and forth, training.... fucking, loving people, all of it! Could be gone in an instant.
This is my reminder that I can't waste any more time acting like everything is fine and nothing is wrong and just moving on to whatever is next. It's my reminder that if I'm gonna get anywhere in this business, I can't let things roll off my back. I have to get mad, and stay mad.
This... is my anger. It's hard, and cold, and heavy, and unforgiving. And I may not be facing Peyton Rice again anytime in the near future, but that's fine. I can focus this on anyone.
Tomorrow night? Chris Cannon and Lucas Knight get to meed me and my temper head on.
Kandis puts the chain down into her lap. Her hand releases it, but it's still in her possession.
I'll admit right now to not knowing a whole lot about Lucas. He's a recent Hall of Fame inductee, he is one of the handful of guys who were retired and made a comeback this year. Actually, Lucas did that twice, he stepped back for a little while before convincing Chris not to quit. That's about all I know, or at least what's relevant here. And Lucas... I really think you should have left Chris alone and let him leave.
Chris Cannon, you're just a guy I really don't understand. For most of your career, you've only been relevant based on who you were involved with. Kelcey Wallace, Sienna Swann..... it seems like when you're not involved with anyone, you don't care about anything else. I guess you had a few runs on your own, but they were nothing like your runs when you were with one of those two. It's almost like you don't think you're worth anything without someone else at your side.
I can't fathom ever thinking that way.
So many people this year have made that claim about me. That I'm only relevant because of Tommy. That I wouldn't be where I am if it wasn't for him. I guess everyone forgot that I was in SCW for a whole year before I got with him! I had title shots, I had a decent record. The issue here isn't that I was nothing until I met him, the issue here is that no one gave a shit about me until suddenly I was at the side of someone that none of y'all think I deserve.
Well, I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks of me. But we all know that Chris Cannon gives a fuck. He gives a huge fuck. And no, I'm not talking about his cock, although the way he's been tweeting me lately I'm starting to wonder if he wants to show it to me.
Pass.
I think it's actually sad that the man can't seem to find his way if he's on his own. Recent history is proof! He and Sienna split up, right? I heard locker room talk that he's the one who ended it. So then why, Chris.... why is it so hard for you to find yourself without her? Why did it take you so long to decide if you even wanted to be here? Why did it take the encouragement of Lucas Knight to convince you to stay?
Oh, because you had someone at your side again, that's why.
I wonder.... is it because you think you can't do this on your own? Or is it because you like to have someone you can blame when you fail?
Kandis picks up the chain again, and starts wrapping it around her hand as she talks.
That's a big difference between you and me, Chris. You seem lost without someone at your side, either a woman or a friend. Me? I am doing everything I can to not let myself be defined by the person I happen to be fucking. I am not just Tommy's tag partner, or Tommy's girlfriend.
I am Kandis, motherfucker!
And when I fail, I don't point fingers at anyone other than myself! I don't need another person to build me up, I don't need another person to make me relevant, I don't need another person for anything!
There's a difference between need and want. I want Tommy with me, we want to be there for each other.
You Chris? You need someone at your side. Because otherwise.... you aren't anything special. You don't allow yourself to be. You can't function alone because you don't know who you are. Are you Superman? Or are you a villain? I won't name one, take your pick. It seems to depend on who's holding your hand. Have you ever taken a step back and asked yourself who you are? Not in relation to someone else. Not Kelcey's ex, her kids father, Sienna's husband... for now anyway, Lucas' partner. Just you, Chris. Who are you?
I know who I am. I'm the girl who grew up in about eleven different homes until settling in with one family. I'm the woman who is comfortable in her own skin and her own sexuality, so much that it makes others uncomfortable, because they are jealous that they can't do the same thing. I'm the bitch who doesn't give a fuck what anyone thinks about me.
I'm the pissed off bitch who isn't content with just dusting myself off and moving on anymore. And I'm about to run right into the two of you motherfuckers.
Kandis holds her fist up, wrapped in the chain.
Tommy and me haven't had much go our way as of late. Under Attack wasn't a good night for either of us. I.... wait, maybe he should talk about this part...
The shot spins around and we see a close up of Tommy, making it clear that he's been recording this for Kandis.
I don't really have anything to say right now.
The shot spins back around to Kandis.
Okay. In that case.... as I said, neither of us have had much go our way. And we're both sick of it. I'm usually the one calming him down after something goes wrong but this time? He's the one firing me up! You saw last week, he didn't hesitate to drop Glory Braddock like a brick. And now he's getting a chance at another shot at the World Championship. What did I say? The ones who bitch and complain and cause trouble are the ones who get ahead.
Chris, Lucas.
Consider yourself warned that we are both coming to the ring tomorrow night to cause trouble. Not because we can't do anything without each other, like you have proven time and time again you aren't capable of doing without someone holding your hand.
But because it's about fucking time we turn everything around. And it starts with the two of you.
Kandis slams her chain-wrapped fist into her other palm. She stares at it as the shot cuts to black.