Taking Hold of the Flame 2023 #1
May 18
Las Vegas
Breakdown
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I was in my locker room, texting Tommy that I had given Cole one final fuck you, to be prepared in case he wasn't bluffing and actually released the video he'd made of us fucking in a hotel room a few weeks ago. I heard the Breakdown intro music, the pyro, the crowd noise. We were live, pal. I took a deep breath and put my phone away to start to get ready. I had to change into my gear.
After changing, I was looking in the mirror, putting the final touches on my makeup, when my phone suddenly went bezerk. At least six notifications came through at the same time, each one cutting off the previous chirp. It vibrated so much that it spun around and fell off the bench before I could get to it and catch it.
“FUCK.”
I picked my phone up and sat on the bench. Thankfully the fall hadn't cracked the screen. Notifications were still coming in. While I stared at it trying to decide if I wanted to read any of it before my match, it rang in my hand. Tommy. I couldn't ignore that call.
“Hey.”
“He fucking did it.”
“I assumed he did by the way my phone just went spastic. How bad is it?”
“I don't know, I'm not watching it.”
“Why not? It's not like you'll see anything you haven't seen.”
“I haven't seen you fucking another man.”
“That's not true. Germany. Kit Kat Club?” A few yeas ago SCW was in Germany and we went to this club known for kinky dress and enthusiastic encouragement of patrons fucking in the bar. I happily participated, and Tommy did indeed watch for a few minutes before shooing the guy away and finishing me off himself.
Tommy sighed. “Okay, that was once. And it's not the same thing!”
“No, it's not the same thing, but-”
“You're missing the point here. The motherfucker put the video out. Some site called Under the Apron. One of the trashier ones from what I can tell.”
“And Breakdown just went on the air. He timed that on purpose. He's not just fucking with me, he's trying to fuck with my career.”
“We should have just paid him.”
“The fuck we should! We talked about this! Besides, you're forgetting one tiny detail.”
“What's that?”
“I don't care. He can't fuck with me if it doesn't bother me.”
There was silence. Then a scoff. “Are you serious right now? Do you think SCW will be pleased that someone in their World Championship picture has a sex video on the internet? What about your family? My family?!” Tommy got progressively angrier as he spoke, until he was yelling.
“Why are you yelling at me? This isn't my fault! I didn't make the fucking video!”
I heard a deep breath. “No, you didn't make the video. You did fuck the guy though.”
“Oh, so now you have a problem with our deal?”
“No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm just stating a fact.”
“You're trying to make this partially my fault. I get that you're pissed, and I don't blame you for that at all. But don't take it out on me, okay? You're my husband for fucks sake, I need you on my side.”
That drew another hard breath out. I imagined him rubbing his face as he does when he's pissed and trying to calm down. “Alright... yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. I'm more mad at myself for not saying something to stop your spiraling sooner. You wouldn't have ever left with him.”
“No. I'm not gonna let you try to blame yourself either. This is Cole's fault. All of it. Well, and the dirtsheet that bought the damn thing.” During the conversation, my phone was still buzzing with notifications. I was gonna have to turn all of that shit off.
“Those fuckers too, yeah.” Tommy paused for a moment, then sighed yet again. “Listen, I'm gonna have to take some of these phone calls. Try not to let this get to you during your match.”
“It's not getting to me at all. I just wish my phone would fucking quit buzzing.”
“Go check yours. I have to check mine. Fuck, I wish I was there with you.”
“That would make this easier. But we play the hand we're dealt. Let me know what's going on in text, okay?”
“Yep. You too. And kick Adam's ass. Please.”
“That's the plan. Love you.”
“I love you too.”
I ended the call and eyed the notification icons at the top of my screen. I decided to check the texts before the missed calls. One from Nate. I did not want to look at that. A few from Coral. One from Sydney. None from either of my mothers. And the other 7? Drake. I won't go into detail about what they said, just angry ranting and murder threats and somewhere in the middle of it all, asking if I was okay. I couldn't bring myself to answer him. Not yet. Not then, right before the biggest match I've had since returning. I had to focus. Without bothering to see who any of the missed calls were, I turned my phone off.
There. Quiet. And a chance to put all of this aside while I prepared to fight Adam Allocco and get one step closer to the World Championship.
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FUCK!
I slammed the door behind me as I walked into my hotel room. I would swear I flung it so hard that the wall shook. I threw my bag across the room, nearly taking out the lamp on one of the nightstands.
Adam got me. I don't know how. I wasn't distracted. I wasn't hurt. He just... knocked the wind out of me I guess. Not to mention he kicked my repaired knee and it buckled. It was still a little sore as I peeled my sweat pants and t-shirt off, followed by my gear. I hadn't even bothered to shower and change at the arena. I had to get out of there. People backstage gave me a wide berth and side eyes as I passed. I knew why, but I didn't care. I was almost waiting for someone to ask me about the video, but no one did. Cowards.
I turned on the shower, the hottest the water would go, and stood under it until the temperature tempered a little My skin was probably red but that was fine. After washing up, I looked in the mirror as I dried off... my shoulders and tits were red from the hot water. I had no doubt that if I turned around, my ass would be too. I just finished drying and got dressed though, in my usual sleep outfit of cotton booty shorts and a t-shirt with the neck hem cut off to make it loose. I put my hair into one thick braid... and decided to turn my phone back on. I had two more texts from Drake:
{I am calm enough to talk, if you're up for it.}
{Kandis. At least let me know if you are alright.}
I had ignored everyone except Tommy all night. Most of the calls he had been getting were from wrestling reporters. Fucking leeches. I stared at Drake's texts. I was the one who had reached out to him earlier in the month, it wasn't fair for me to ignore him now. I started to type a reply... but I couldn't make myself send it. Tommy said he refused to watch the video, but he read that it was only about five minutes long. Cole had edited it into some kind of highlight reel. But had Drake watched it? And did I care if he did?
I turned all my notifications off, and went to Google. I had to see this video for myself. Maybe any other woman who found herself in my position wouldn't want to watch herself fucking some rando on the internet... but it didn't matter to me. I was there. I knew what I looked like. It didn't take long for me to find the Under the Apron site with my story being the top headline. I sat in the bed with my legs crossed, a beer in one hand as I tapped the link to the video. I read the description before clicking play:
“My hot night with Kandis from SCW! Apologies for no audio, but it's so hot you won't need it. Enjoy, fuckers!”
Oh good, no one would hear my screams.
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A black screen opens, then white block text slides in from the left.
Kandis! Nude! Sex!
The text remains in place a few seconds, then slides away to the right.
An extreme close up of a man's jeans zipper appears, then moves out of the way. The shot automatically focuses and reveals Kandis sitting on the end of a hotel room bed. The bed fills the shot, as if the camera was preset to only show the bed, as close of a shot of it as possible, and nothing else in the room. Kandis is topless, with tight jeans that are unbuttoned. Her hair is in a braid, hanging down over her shoulder. A male hand reaches out and hands her a plastic cup. She drinks whatever is in it, smiles, and tosses the cup backwards. The man then steps slightly to the side and pulls his jeans down, revealing himself. Kandis smiles wider. It's clear the video is being recorded by a hidden camera with no one controlling it because there is no zoom and the shot remains steady. The man removes his jeans completely, then walks up to Kandis. His bare ass blocks the view for a moment, until he grabs her legs and pushes her up and back onto the bed, but also slightly sideways. She doesn't seem to notice the odd positioning. He grabs the top of her jeans and peels them off, revealing everything. He crawls on top of her.
The scene cuts to the man, who's face we can now finally see but somewhat blurred out, on his knees in the bed. He appears to be around the same age as her, with a little stubble on his face. Kandis is also on her knees, but crouched down, one hand on the bed and the other circled around his dick. She smirks, flips her hair braid out of the way, then opens her mouth and enthusiastically engulfs his entire dick with it, needing to move her hand to get it all. She moves her head back and forth slow at first, adds her hand back into play, and gets progressively faster. The muscles in the mans legs can be seen flexing, trying to keep his balance, both from her motion and the sensations. Suddenly, he grabs her hair and makes her stop. She pull back slowly, and his dick pops out of her mouth in such a way that if the video had sound, there would have been an audible pop. He makes a 'get up' gesture, and Kandis rises on her knees.
The scene cuts again, now Kandis is on her back, legs bent with her feet on the mattress. She's positioned somewhat diagonally on the bed so that the crack of her ass is visible, but not a straight-on view of her whole bottom. The man is out of the shot for a second or two, then he climbs into the bed from the right side. With a swift, smooth motion he slides his arms under her legs, lifting them in the air and opening at the same time, putting all of her goodies into view. For a split second, the man flicks his eyes sideways towards the camera, and he smirks. He's likely done this before and knows he has her at the exact correct angle to show everything. Kandis is oblivious to the side glance and smirk, as she has her eyes closed. He leans over on her legs, his dick in full view hovering over her. Kandis opens her eyes and can be seen saying something. He shakes his head and smirks at her. She reaches up and grabs his shoulders and pulls down. He gives in and stuffs himself inside her. Kandis tilts her head back, eyes closed once more, and wraps her legs around his waist. This allows a nearly full view of the action. He starts slow for a few seconds, then suddenly switches pace and thrusts hard and fast. Kandis' mouth opens in what looks like a scream, her face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. This continues for about thirty seconds, before he stops. Kandis snaps her head up, confusion on her face. Just then he pulls out of her, and ejaculates on her. Some falls right on her mound, dripping down the slit. A few pumps worth shoot farther and hit Kandis' stomach. She smiles, then reaches down and smears it all over her slit. The man smiles back, nodding at her action. Pulling out seems pointless if the cum is getting inside anyway, but the man knows he did it for a 'money shot.' Kandis must just think he's being kinky. His dick still hard, he slides back inside and goes just as hard as before he stopped. Harder, making Kandis' tits bounce back and nearly hit her face. She tilts her head back, her legs tighten around his waist, and she screams again, clutching at the sheets. Even with no audio, it's obvious she's loud.
Cut. Now Kandis is positioned on the end of the bed, facing the camera, with her legs hanging over at the knees. Everything is on clear display. Neatly trimmed but not shaved. A small tattoo is visible on the right side, just above her thigh crease. Its too small to be determined what it is from the shot distance though. The man comes into the shot and kneels in front of her. He's slightly askew from right in front though, so most of Kandis' goods are still visible. It's become quite clear this man has done this more than once and is well practiced at keeping the shot clear. He presses her legs apart with both hands on her inner thighs, and leans in, covering her mound with his mouth. His head blocks most of the action, but Kandis' legs move, as she tries to pull them in tighter, but his hands pressing on her thighs keeps them open. He pulls his head back a bit, and sticks his tongue out, then leans back in. The motion is barely visible. Kandis though moves her hips up and down, indicating that the man is doing his job well. Kandis' face isn't visible as she's on her back, but her chin pops up, showing that she's tilted her head back. The man glances backwards towards the camera, then at Kandis. Knowing she isn't looking, he shakes his head. He knows that the angle is wrong. He stands up and pats Kandis' legs. She sits up. They can be seen talking a moment.
Another cut, Kandis is now standing, facing the bed, her back to the camera. The man appears and he puts his hand on her lower back. Kandis leans over, once again exposing all of her goodies to the camera. With a backward glance again, then man then steps behind her. The camera seems to be in a perfect placement to catch the action and show the goods. He bends his knees slightly then slides himself into her. Even with balls swinging in the way, the in and out motion can be seen, as well as Kandis' goods in between ball swings. They smack her as he thrusts. Suddenly he slaps her ass, with his left hand. Kandis jumps from the unexpected hit. He does it again, harder, causing her to jump again. This strike leaves a red splotch on her ass. Kandis moves a little turns her head around to look back at him. She smirks, letting him know she likes that. As she watches, he slaps her again. She gasps, probably a small yelp, but we can't hear it. Then he grabs her ass with both hands, and squeezes, his fingers making dents in her large fleshy cheeks. Her head disappears as she turns back around and he thrusts in and out fast. Not hard like before, but very quickly. Only for less than a minute though, then he suddenly stops, pulls out like before, and covers her ass with cum. He lightly smacks her ass, and she wiggles it.
Cut, and Kandis is laying on the bed longways, on her stomach, facing the camera. The man enters the shot and sits next to her, and starts rubbing her shoulders and back. He gets to her ass, and the shot fades there.
Another black screen comes up, and text slides in again:
The End! Please Watch Again. And Again. And Again!
The text slides away, and the video stops.
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I put the phone down, the end of the video still on the screen.
Holy. Fuck.
Pun intended. I knew I was drunk that night, but I was surprised that I barely remembered some of the things I just saw. I definitely didn't remember being positioned just so in the bed. If I had been clearheaded, I might have noticed and asked questions. I had been buzzed before I left the Starmaker with him and he'd given me more at the hotel. We fucked and drank for three or four hours. The video is just a few minutes long, and also out of order. The blow job wasn't the first thing that happened, I knew that much. After thinking through all the factual shit, trying to remember that night... my first thought was, if Tommy decides to watch this, it's going to be bad. My second thought was, Drake's texts about it were so angry that he must have watched it. I still didn't know how I felt about that.
I laid back, trying to process everything. I thought back to my conversation with Tommy earlier, just as Breakdown started. He'd made a few good points that I had been trying to ignore. SCW. I fully expected a call from the HR bitch, or maybe Sasha herself. What would they do? Could they fine me? Suspend me? Fire me? Would I never get the chance to become World Champion? On the personal side, Tommy brought up our families. Coral, Nate, and Sydney had all texted me. I'm not a religious person in the slightest but I asked and prayed to what or whoever might be there that none of them had actually watched the thing. Nate had Carla and Devin. Devin was too young to find anything like this on the internet, but Carla was almost 18. Then there's Tommy's mom, and his kids. Taylor was nearly 16, and Jacob just turned 11. I put my hand over my face. Maybe this was actually a lot worse than I thought and I was just deflecting.
My phone rang on the bed next to me. I groaned. I did not feel like dealing with anything tonight. I wanted to finish my six-pack of beer and pass out. It kept ringing. I glanced at it. Tommy. Fuck. I grabbed it.
“Hey.”
“How are you?”
“Well, let's take inventory. I lost, so I'm not gonna be fighting for the World Championship. My phone has two dozen texts and voicemails that I'm afraid to look at thanks to some fuckstick who decided to make money off of my pussy. Oh, and it just dawned on me that we both have literal children in our families that might come across this shit. So... yeah, I'm good. Thanks for asking.”
There was a second or two of silence. “Wow. Should I meet you out there? It's not a long flight.”
I sighed. “Sorry for the rant. No, you don't have to do that. I'll be home tomorrow. I just... have I been under reacting about this?”
“Massively.”
“I was afraid of that.”
“I have a little bit of news, if you're up to hearing it.”
Not really, but I had beer. “Hit me.”
“Alright. My contact at PW News found out that Under the Apron paid three-fifty K for the video. More than he asked from you.”
“I hope he chokes on the bill he uses to snort his blow.”
“Really? That happened?”
“Yeah, he cut that out.” I wasn't going to mention that it was snorted off my stomach. And no, I did not partake. I'm not that fucking crazy. I also realized I just gave away that I watched it. If Tommy picked up on that, he didn't mention it.
“Insane. Anyway, that's all I got from Ron. But.... I did speak at length with Mom. She's upset for you, but not too traumatized. And no, she didn't look at it.”
“I didn't think she would. Um... what about the kids?” I was afraid to ask, but also had to know.
“I haven't heard from Kirsten so I'm assuming they don't know. I think I'll call her in the morning and get ahead of it if I can.”
“Its still early, you should call her now.” Since we were in Las Vegas, Breakdown started at 5PM local time. So it was now only half past 8, an hour and change after the show ended.
“Hmm. Yeah, you're probably right. I'll bite the bullet and do it now.”
“Thanks.”
“You should probably call Nate at least.”
“Probably.” And make myself answer Drake. Maybe.
“Good luck.”
“Ha. Thanks.”
“Try to get some rest, too. See you tomorrow.”
“I'll try. See you.”
After ending the call, I let the phone fall out of my hand onto the bed. I was still laying on my back, staring at the ceiling. I was absolutely not calling my brother right now. In fact, I didn't plan on calling or texting anyone. I grabbed my phone and turned it off. I was going to have one night of peace before I started really dealing with this mess.
But I couldn't clear my head. I kept thinking about the kids. With how tech savvy people in my generation are, the younger generation are even more. Who's to say the older kids haven't seen it already? Especially since Carla's aunt and Taylor's step-mom (yeah, that's still weird almost a year later) is an active wrestler? Wouldn't they always be looking up wrestling news? I had a big match tonight, they could be trying to read about Breakdown and found the article. And Jacob isn't too young to be completely oblivious. I had to hope that even if they came across the article, they'd either believe it was fake, or refuse to click the video out of principle like Tommy. The girls had my phone number. Neither were any of my unread texts or missed calls. Maybe they'd missed it after all. I had no idea what they'd think. I mean, they see me on TV. They know who and how I am. But like Tommy said... knowing is different than seeing. And what about when they went to school? What if all of the other kids saw it and give them shit?
Fuckfuckfuckfuck!
I sat up and opened another beer. There was nothing I could do about any of that from Las Vegas, and I had to quit letting it stress me out, at least until I got home. As I took a long drink, there was a knock at my door. What the fuck? I hadn't ordered food yet. I set the beer down and went to the door. Just before I grabbed the handle, whoever was there knocked again. The peephole was broken and cloudy so all I could see was a shadowy figure. I opened the door, and stepped back, stunned.
“Drake?”
He nodded his head towards the door, silently asking if he could come in. I stepped back more to let him through. He was dressed in his usual black jeans and a dark gray shirt. No jacket, it wasn't cool enough for that anymore. As soon as I closed the door and turned around, he grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me, hard. I grabbed his arms and took it all in. When he broke away, I had to catch my breath before saying anything.
“What.... how did you know where I was staying?”
“Does it matter?” He was still holding my face. I grinned a little.
“No. Not really.”
“Didn't think so.”
“What are you-” I was cut off by another kiss, as he turned me around and pushed me backwards to the wall perpendicular to the door. He braced himself with one hand on the wall, the other under my chin, cupping my neck, while pressing his entire body against me. Most women would probably be intimidated or even terrified in such a position, given he had my throat in his hand. But it was a gentle hold, and all I felt was comfort. He kissed me one more time before speaking,
“You didn't answer my messages. I had to see you, make sure you're okay.”
“Seems like you're here for more than that.”
Drake smirked as he looked down at me. Well, at my chest. The cut t-shirt exposed a good bit of cleavage. “This wasn't the plan.” He looked back up into my eyes. “But it seems I can't resist you.”
We kissed again, longer, deeper. The hand on my throat slid down, over my tits, past my ribs, over my hip, down to the hem of my shorts. They barely cover my ass so it wasn't hard for his fingers to slip under and grab the back of my leg, just under my ass, where he knows I like it. But wait. He was the one who had cut things off between us after I became a wife. I put a hand on his chest and pushed him back.
“Wait. What about what you said? After I got-”
The hand against the wall came down, a finger over my mouth. Drake simply shook his head. I had no idea what that meant. Not now? Nevermind? I couldn't have asked if I wanted to, because his mouth was on mine again, hand now holding the back of my neck. He pulled me away from the wall, hard up against himself. I snaked an arm around his back, and I could feel everything. As he guided me towards the bed I pushed all questions out of my head. I knew I'd get answers eventually. Less than a minute later, we were both naked and Drake was inside me.
What was I so worried about again?