Post by Electra Stevens on May 11, 2012 12:12:46 GMT -5
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Note:
I'm posting this early because at the time this will actually take place I will not be at home and I made a promise to have it posted today. If you want to twitter about it, great but just wait until it would make sense...plz & thank you
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Friday May 11, 8:35PM
NYCCW HQ – Employee Gym and Training Center
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I can’t help but wiggle a little when the song my Ipod changes to LMFAO, but I manage to keep my rhythm.
Right, Left, Right, Left on the bag
I know I must look like a 16 year old’s fantasy. Pink boy shorts, a black sports bra that’s seen better days. I’d also decided to use a headband today and pull my other hair back into a long blond pony. I was definitely due for a cut. I purposely dressed this way for Drake.
Where was Drake?
He’d texted me this morning saying to meet him here to train, but it had been nearly an hour and still no sign of him. Something didn’t seem right…my spidey senses were blinking like an all way stop light.
I didn’t scare easy, but I was so feeling like I was being watched, like in some weird creepy stalker way. After my chat conversation with H4ck3er I couldn’t help but be a little on guard. It was true what they say about Chats. You can be anybody, say anything. I’d been sincere at the end, genuinely wanting to help the guy get some help. Not just because I cared about Drake or for the good of Mets but anyone else he decided to prey on, myself included.
I pulled out my phone and called Drake.
“Hello?” His voice sounds groggy, like I’d woken him up
“Um, where are you?” I’m annoyed. Did he really forget about texting me?
“Oh the couch, I was sleeping…..what’s wrong?” He must hear the annoyance in my voice
“Why the hell did you say to meet you and then let yourself fall asleep and no show. This isn’t cool Drake….” I’m starting to panic.
“Wait a sec…..text you? I didn’t text you, except that little bit of sexting a couple hours ago…” he giggles and I take a deep breath to control my anger, “Where are you?”
“At the gym…if you didn’t text me….” I look up when I catch some movement in the corner of my eye. Something moves from the shadows. I start to back up. “OH my god!”
“LEXI! What’s going on?? Talk to me….” I can hear Drake’s panicked voice on the other end. “Don’t move I’m coming….”
It’s a guy in a familiar black paintball suit. Of course, it’s H4ck3r who’s lured me here, he was waiting for the right moment to appear, probably waiting until I got pissed off and called Drake or realized that it hadn’t been him that texted me.
“Drake…” I say into the phone, still backing away, “I’m going to beat the shit out of this guy…excuse me.” I drop my phone out of the way onto the mat and get into a fighter’s stance, bouncing on the balls of my feet. My Judo is a bit rusty but I was going to give this guy a piece of my mind or foot…what ever worked.
H4ck3er stopped about a foot in front of me. Damn I hated guys in masks. I didn’t like not seeing someone’s reaction. Jordan was an exception, only because I hoped we’d started a friendship and he’d comforted me last week when I was feeling down about my failure of a marriage and life.
“I’m not going to hurt you….yet….” There was a sickening laugh and I felt like I was reaching the climax in some really bad horror movie.
I wasn’t playing any games with this guy any longer. “What the fuck do you want? Don’t you think you played with me enough last night?”
“Isn’t it obvious…? I thought I made my point perfectly clear my dear; I want Alexander to feel ultimate pain. I want to take away anything in his life that means anything…. I tried to save you.”
“So what? You’ve come to make an example of me?” I added a nervous laugh. I didn’t mean the nervous part.
“Not exactly. I’m here to simply warn you Electra. Alexander is not a good ally. I’m giving you one last chance to walk away before you get hurt…”
I can’t help but break into a loud scaving laugh.
“Are you for real?” my eyebrow raises over my eye, “warn me? You think Drake is the problem? Have you even done any research on me at all? I’m not going to be intimated by you…okay Darth. I don’t know what YOUR problem is but you’re messing with the wrong girl there buddy. I put up with the biggest bloody prick the wrestling world has known for 7 fricken years…you are nothing compared to that. You’re a joke.”
“You hide your fear well… I’m a little impressed. After our conversation I expected you to be all talk.”
“I know insects that are scarier than you. Go bug someone else.”
“I’ve given you the warning Electra…Now you shall be judged.”
By this point I’m done listening to his insane ramblings. I mentally measure the distance I have. I could easily kick him but he might expect that. Drake had said to use the element of surprise….
“Oh my god Drake….” I yell out. H4ck3r turns and falls for my rouse and I take my small moment to charge at him, spearing him but not before he raises a fist and it connects solidly with my ribcage. The Pain shoots up my side. What the hell kind of armour does he have? Although, it still didn’t stop him from landing hard on the ground and letting out a whoosh of air as he lands. I rise up on my elbows, painfully just as Drake actually does run into the room. He looks at me and then the person I’m laying on top of.
He takes no time in pulling me up and into his arms and a tight embrace.
“I’m fine Drake.” I try to push away, hiding the fact that my left side is killing me but he’s still got a death grip on me.
“I got here as soon as I could. Did he hurt you?”
I smirk and expertly tell my lie, “No, I surprised him.”
“You what?”
“I distracted him and speared him.”
He laughed. “You’re a quick study.”
“Too bad I’m not quick enough, Drake he’s gone.”
Drake turns to look where only seconds ago, H4ck3er had been laid out on the cement beneath me.
“Shit.” I shake my head.
“Doesn’t matter, as long as you’re okay.”
“Hey Drake, Chill. What happened to my tough ‘punk’ eh? No mushy stuff….you have a reputation to uphold.”
“How can you be so calm? I’m shaking with anger…fear….”
“He’s a guy that hides behind a mask.” I shrug and turn looking for where I dropped my phone and I see it and pick it up and swear to myself. The screen is completely smashed beyond repair.
“For Fuck’s sake….” I kick the punching bag. It swings violently and rebounds and knocks me off balance, I stumble but before I land on my ass, Drake has me by the waist and is steadying me.
He laughs softly in my ear. “I’ll get you a new phone.”
“That’s not the point….”
“The point is that YOU’RE not broken. That took a lot of balls.”
I told him the rest of the story as we walked to the dressing room, including how I’d kind of egged him on in the chat room the night before. I changed out of my training clothes. He was quiet for a long time before he looked up at me with a new look…almost vulnerability. Not familiar territory for me.
“Stay with me tonight. It would make me feel better.”
I pull an old comfortable t-shirt over my head, ironically sporting a superman logo and pull a pair of ass-huggers over my thighs before addressing him.
“I’m not some delicate flower. Didn’t I prove that?”
I hated to bruise his ego but I could take care of myself.
“You got lucky.” He eyed my shirt but I think he was staring at my chest rather than the fact that I was looking like super girl.
“Whatev. You forget, before you I was trained by Rage. Sure it’s been ages but he taught me to stand on my own. You need to trust me.”
“I trust you Lexi; it’s H4ck3r I don’t trust. He’s notorious for showing up and taking people by surprise. One night Lexi, that’s all I’m asking for.”
I sigh and wave a hand at him. He smiles, knowing he’s won the argument. He picks up my bag and we leave the change room.
“You shouldn’t let him get a reaction out of you. It’s what he wants.”
He ignores my comment. Actually he hardly talks the whole ride to his hotel room. Once we get there, he tosses my gym bag onto his bed and jumps over the back of the couch.
Guess I pissed him off, knowing him he’d probably give me some speech about how I should have logged out of the chat. I knew that it was my own fault that he’d started to target me, I basically asked him to. Whatev….what I had said was true. I knew about bullies and that’s all H4ck3r was. A big bully.
At the little fridge, I open it looking for a drink and chuckle at all the beer cans. I don’t recognize any of the brands so I think it’s a pretty good guess to say it’s Aussie. Instead I take the last bottle of water. Looking over I see that he’s busy typing in a chat room on his Ipad. I’m pretty sure it’s Jordan. Probably talking to him about what happened tonight. I lean over and lay a kiss on his cheek. It’s rough with stubble.
“Going to grab a quick shower.”
I wanted a long hot shower and bed. Maybe if I was lucky I could actually get 8 uninterrupted hours of sleep. Of course, I wouldn’t bet on it, between having a man like Drake lying beside me and the nightmares that would probably follow….
I undressed and threw my clothes into a pile on the floor and feel a sharp pain shoot up my left side. Ouch. God Damn it. I looked down to where that ass had punched me and see a yellow bruise forming. Sudden bruising and pain could only mean one thing.
“Son of a bitch.” I growl out. There was a knock on the door before it opened. Drake looked at my naked body with a smirk. Must not have been too pissed at me.
“My Blackberry isn’t the only thing that bastard broke.”
I turned to show him the large blossoming mark on my skin, just below my last rib. I’d bet any money it was at least fractured, I’d been here before, many times.
The bathroom door slammed against the counter as he moved further into the bathroom. He bent down to examine it, pressing gently on the area. I let out a hiss of pain. He shook his head and slammed his fist onto the counter
“I’m fine. I've had worse….could be worse…” I offer.
I recognize the look of pure fury in his eyes as he looks up at me.
“Yeah he could have killed you instead.”
“I sincerely doubt that.” I laugh but his stare cuts me off
“This asshole has to pay.” He pulls me against him gently and kisses my lips before letting go and leaving the bathroom. What was he so afraid of? H4ck3r had mentioned an old girlfriend…Alyssa…did he think I was going to leave too? I follow him out and stand in front of him while he’s quickly typing on his Ipad.
“Don’t do anything stupid Drake…”
“The only thing stupid was allowing you to go anywhere alone.”
“Excuse me.” My hands go to my waist in protest. I try to hide my wince but he shakes his head, “I DO NOT need a body guard.”
He laughs. “You really expect me to take you seriously when you’re standing there all luscious and ripe for the taking?”
I sigh angrily.
“Go have your shower and we’ll talk after. It’s time you knew everything.”
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Note:
I'm posting this early because at the time this will actually take place I will not be at home and I made a promise to have it posted today. If you want to twitter about it, great but just wait until it would make sense...plz & thank you
***
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Friday May 11, 8:35PM
NYCCW HQ – Employee Gym and Training Center
~*~
I can’t help but wiggle a little when the song my Ipod changes to LMFAO, but I manage to keep my rhythm.
Right, Left, Right, Left on the bag
I know I must look like a 16 year old’s fantasy. Pink boy shorts, a black sports bra that’s seen better days. I’d also decided to use a headband today and pull my other hair back into a long blond pony. I was definitely due for a cut. I purposely dressed this way for Drake.
Where was Drake?
He’d texted me this morning saying to meet him here to train, but it had been nearly an hour and still no sign of him. Something didn’t seem right…my spidey senses were blinking like an all way stop light.
I didn’t scare easy, but I was so feeling like I was being watched, like in some weird creepy stalker way. After my chat conversation with H4ck3er I couldn’t help but be a little on guard. It was true what they say about Chats. You can be anybody, say anything. I’d been sincere at the end, genuinely wanting to help the guy get some help. Not just because I cared about Drake or for the good of Mets but anyone else he decided to prey on, myself included.
I pulled out my phone and called Drake.
“Hello?” His voice sounds groggy, like I’d woken him up
“Um, where are you?” I’m annoyed. Did he really forget about texting me?
“Oh the couch, I was sleeping…..what’s wrong?” He must hear the annoyance in my voice
“Why the hell did you say to meet you and then let yourself fall asleep and no show. This isn’t cool Drake….” I’m starting to panic.
“Wait a sec…..text you? I didn’t text you, except that little bit of sexting a couple hours ago…” he giggles and I take a deep breath to control my anger, “Where are you?”
“At the gym…if you didn’t text me….” I look up when I catch some movement in the corner of my eye. Something moves from the shadows. I start to back up. “OH my god!”
“LEXI! What’s going on?? Talk to me….” I can hear Drake’s panicked voice on the other end. “Don’t move I’m coming….”
It’s a guy in a familiar black paintball suit. Of course, it’s H4ck3r who’s lured me here, he was waiting for the right moment to appear, probably waiting until I got pissed off and called Drake or realized that it hadn’t been him that texted me.
“Drake…” I say into the phone, still backing away, “I’m going to beat the shit out of this guy…excuse me.” I drop my phone out of the way onto the mat and get into a fighter’s stance, bouncing on the balls of my feet. My Judo is a bit rusty but I was going to give this guy a piece of my mind or foot…what ever worked.
H4ck3er stopped about a foot in front of me. Damn I hated guys in masks. I didn’t like not seeing someone’s reaction. Jordan was an exception, only because I hoped we’d started a friendship and he’d comforted me last week when I was feeling down about my failure of a marriage and life.
“I’m not going to hurt you….yet….” There was a sickening laugh and I felt like I was reaching the climax in some really bad horror movie.
I wasn’t playing any games with this guy any longer. “What the fuck do you want? Don’t you think you played with me enough last night?”
“Isn’t it obvious…? I thought I made my point perfectly clear my dear; I want Alexander to feel ultimate pain. I want to take away anything in his life that means anything…. I tried to save you.”
“So what? You’ve come to make an example of me?” I added a nervous laugh. I didn’t mean the nervous part.
“Not exactly. I’m here to simply warn you Electra. Alexander is not a good ally. I’m giving you one last chance to walk away before you get hurt…”
I can’t help but break into a loud scaving laugh.
“Are you for real?” my eyebrow raises over my eye, “warn me? You think Drake is the problem? Have you even done any research on me at all? I’m not going to be intimated by you…okay Darth. I don’t know what YOUR problem is but you’re messing with the wrong girl there buddy. I put up with the biggest bloody prick the wrestling world has known for 7 fricken years…you are nothing compared to that. You’re a joke.”
“You hide your fear well… I’m a little impressed. After our conversation I expected you to be all talk.”
“I know insects that are scarier than you. Go bug someone else.”
“I’ve given you the warning Electra…Now you shall be judged.”
By this point I’m done listening to his insane ramblings. I mentally measure the distance I have. I could easily kick him but he might expect that. Drake had said to use the element of surprise….
“Oh my god Drake….” I yell out. H4ck3r turns and falls for my rouse and I take my small moment to charge at him, spearing him but not before he raises a fist and it connects solidly with my ribcage. The Pain shoots up my side. What the hell kind of armour does he have? Although, it still didn’t stop him from landing hard on the ground and letting out a whoosh of air as he lands. I rise up on my elbows, painfully just as Drake actually does run into the room. He looks at me and then the person I’m laying on top of.
He takes no time in pulling me up and into his arms and a tight embrace.
“I’m fine Drake.” I try to push away, hiding the fact that my left side is killing me but he’s still got a death grip on me.
“I got here as soon as I could. Did he hurt you?”
I smirk and expertly tell my lie, “No, I surprised him.”
“You what?”
“I distracted him and speared him.”
He laughed. “You’re a quick study.”
“Too bad I’m not quick enough, Drake he’s gone.”
Drake turns to look where only seconds ago, H4ck3er had been laid out on the cement beneath me.
“Shit.” I shake my head.
“Doesn’t matter, as long as you’re okay.”
“Hey Drake, Chill. What happened to my tough ‘punk’ eh? No mushy stuff….you have a reputation to uphold.”
“How can you be so calm? I’m shaking with anger…fear….”
“He’s a guy that hides behind a mask.” I shrug and turn looking for where I dropped my phone and I see it and pick it up and swear to myself. The screen is completely smashed beyond repair.
“For Fuck’s sake….” I kick the punching bag. It swings violently and rebounds and knocks me off balance, I stumble but before I land on my ass, Drake has me by the waist and is steadying me.
He laughs softly in my ear. “I’ll get you a new phone.”
“That’s not the point….”
“The point is that YOU’RE not broken. That took a lot of balls.”
I told him the rest of the story as we walked to the dressing room, including how I’d kind of egged him on in the chat room the night before. I changed out of my training clothes. He was quiet for a long time before he looked up at me with a new look…almost vulnerability. Not familiar territory for me.
“Stay with me tonight. It would make me feel better.”
I pull an old comfortable t-shirt over my head, ironically sporting a superman logo and pull a pair of ass-huggers over my thighs before addressing him.
“I’m not some delicate flower. Didn’t I prove that?”
I hated to bruise his ego but I could take care of myself.
“You got lucky.” He eyed my shirt but I think he was staring at my chest rather than the fact that I was looking like super girl.
“Whatev. You forget, before you I was trained by Rage. Sure it’s been ages but he taught me to stand on my own. You need to trust me.”
“I trust you Lexi; it’s H4ck3r I don’t trust. He’s notorious for showing up and taking people by surprise. One night Lexi, that’s all I’m asking for.”
I sigh and wave a hand at him. He smiles, knowing he’s won the argument. He picks up my bag and we leave the change room.
“You shouldn’t let him get a reaction out of you. It’s what he wants.”
He ignores my comment. Actually he hardly talks the whole ride to his hotel room. Once we get there, he tosses my gym bag onto his bed and jumps over the back of the couch.
Guess I pissed him off, knowing him he’d probably give me some speech about how I should have logged out of the chat. I knew that it was my own fault that he’d started to target me, I basically asked him to. Whatev….what I had said was true. I knew about bullies and that’s all H4ck3r was. A big bully.
At the little fridge, I open it looking for a drink and chuckle at all the beer cans. I don’t recognize any of the brands so I think it’s a pretty good guess to say it’s Aussie. Instead I take the last bottle of water. Looking over I see that he’s busy typing in a chat room on his Ipad. I’m pretty sure it’s Jordan. Probably talking to him about what happened tonight. I lean over and lay a kiss on his cheek. It’s rough with stubble.
“Going to grab a quick shower.”
I wanted a long hot shower and bed. Maybe if I was lucky I could actually get 8 uninterrupted hours of sleep. Of course, I wouldn’t bet on it, between having a man like Drake lying beside me and the nightmares that would probably follow….
I undressed and threw my clothes into a pile on the floor and feel a sharp pain shoot up my left side. Ouch. God Damn it. I looked down to where that ass had punched me and see a yellow bruise forming. Sudden bruising and pain could only mean one thing.
“Son of a bitch.” I growl out. There was a knock on the door before it opened. Drake looked at my naked body with a smirk. Must not have been too pissed at me.
“My Blackberry isn’t the only thing that bastard broke.”
I turned to show him the large blossoming mark on my skin, just below my last rib. I’d bet any money it was at least fractured, I’d been here before, many times.
The bathroom door slammed against the counter as he moved further into the bathroom. He bent down to examine it, pressing gently on the area. I let out a hiss of pain. He shook his head and slammed his fist onto the counter
“I’m fine. I've had worse….could be worse…” I offer.
I recognize the look of pure fury in his eyes as he looks up at me.
“Yeah he could have killed you instead.”
“I sincerely doubt that.” I laugh but his stare cuts me off
“This asshole has to pay.” He pulls me against him gently and kisses my lips before letting go and leaving the bathroom. What was he so afraid of? H4ck3r had mentioned an old girlfriend…Alyssa…did he think I was going to leave too? I follow him out and stand in front of him while he’s quickly typing on his Ipad.
“Don’t do anything stupid Drake…”
“The only thing stupid was allowing you to go anywhere alone.”
“Excuse me.” My hands go to my waist in protest. I try to hide my wince but he shakes his head, “I DO NOT need a body guard.”
He laughs. “You really expect me to take you seriously when you’re standing there all luscious and ripe for the taking?”
I sigh angrily.
“Go have your shower and we’ll talk after. It’s time you knew everything.”
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