Post by Drake Hunter on May 12, 2012 6:00:11 GMT -5
Have you ever had a moment in life that you wish you could forget? Whether for one reason or another, whether it be from when you were a child, or when you were older? A moment that completely stopped time in your mind, and a moment that instantly became the worst of your life? I remember that moment like it was yesterday, a moment that completely changed who i was - or at least part of who i was, and i was transformed into a monster, completely and utterly without conscience. This was a moment that defined me, in fact it was the very reason i adopted the nickname "Punk". It stuck.
This moment was like no other, and what makes it the worst was that i couldn't do anything, nor say anything to stop it. Do you know what it feels like to be so powerless, that your life is taking shape in somebody ELSE's hands? A life that you always thought you controlled from the very fibre of your being. But no, in the end we are all powerless to stop fate's cruel hand, irony, cruelty, depression, all that lies ahead. Sorry to get all philosophical with you, but to truly understand who i am, you need to know the past.
All will be told in good time - it seems as if thats what H4CK3R wants, and if he's fine with revealing whatever dirty little secret he has over me, then so be it, bring him on. First, he's going to receive the hardest knockout he'll ever feel. Courtesy of my knee.
Then again, have you ever had a moment so good in your life, that you replay it over and over in your mind every night, and you can never quite relive the sensation. Something that can't be explained in words, only feelings, and something that is eternally implanted in your soul, absolutely and eternally with you, forever. It could be somebody, or something, an action, a person, a phrase, or simply an existence. This moment was the best, one truth that won't leave me.
It is a moment, just like the one that you're unable to forgot, that slips away in the instance of a split second, but stays with you forever. Total pleasure, happiness, guidance, joy, a thousand other words that describe but don't identify that one feeling. That one distinct sensation. The greatest thing in the world, that some only experience once. Again, one of the defining meanings on my nickname. Funly enough, both feelings emanate from the same person. One day, you'll know, one day, everybody will know the true meaning of my nickname, the truth behind the Punk. Until then, i'll continue being the one thing i pride myself on. One thing that H4ck3r can't take away from me, and one thing that has drawn the attention of the prettiest flower of the lot.
I Am Drake Hunter. I Am The Best. In The World.
Speaking of the prettiest flower, the woman i gladly call my new girlfriend, and subsequently, my new "apprentice" if you will, inside the ring; Electra Stevens. Another piece of my world that H4ck3r thought he could take away from me. Well, he thinks wrong. She's unlike any other girl i've ever met - strong-willed, fearless, completely in control of every situation. Still, i don't like the fact that H4ck3r can so easily get to her, so easily manipulate me. If anything would happen to her...
Pushing those thoughts from my head, it will soon be my time - the time for me to reclaim what is mine. But first, i have to deal with a man in a paintball suit. Even closer to now, i have an Empire State championship to win. You'd think the definition of a "champion" would be somebody that can withstand every challenger that comes his way, every challenge set in front of him, to truly call himself the best. Unfortunately, the message seems to have gone in one ear and out the next for Rye Payne, who as far as i'm concerned, is simply holding that title to keep it warm for whoever is next to hold it - this time hopefully with a little dignity.
And i plan for that person, to be me.
Of course, things rarely go to plan. I planned to defeat Van Gorgeous back in the days of the Gfed network, and keep my title a while longer. That didn't happen. Then i planned to defeat Raven, Johnny, and Van in a fatal four way steel cage match. That didn't happen. And THEN i claimed to recover my title through a match with Raven, and then a number one contender's tournament, both of which i had in my grasp. And THAT definitely didn't work.
I've already banged on out about the man in the mask, who has some vendetta on me that seems to have stayed with him this entire time, and now is his time for divine vengeance to be brought down upon me. Blah blah blah. Whoever he is, he'll go down just like the rest. I don't care if there's a little more blood than usual, or if i break every bone in my body. Whoever this creep is that is getting me paranoid and making me seem crazy, he will pay. He will pay for what he did to freak out Alyssa, he will pay for costing me my destiny, and he will pay for going after Lexi. Everything he has done, from filming our..."activities" at night to hitting me in the back of the head with a pipe, he will receive tenfold.
Firstly, i have a title to win. Rye Payne....this should be fun.
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"I wasn't exactly you're average child" I say, Lexi wrapping the towel around her hair as she sits down on the couch next to me, grabbing the water she opened previously and taking a massive gulp before she looked me in the eye and prepared herself for the story of the Punk - not that she could really prepare herself for what i did a year ago. I don't think I could even prepare myself for what i did, it was just instinct, just me acting on emotions, and almost entirely acting on the voice, the "other" Punk. Still, she didn't need to know that right now, i'm not sure it was the right time to bring it up, especially to the girl that is now my girlfriend, now the most important person in my life.
Yeah, i take things quite quickly.
Still, the fact remains that not even I want to hear about my more "distasteful" side right now, so i think i'll stick to the basics. Yeah, the basics, that won't last too long. Get Real. How can i have only been in this business six years, and have a more colorful past than most wrestlers in this world, combined. 23 years of age, and i feel like i've lived a lifetime. I've only had two girlfriends, one of which has been scared off by an enemy whose identity i'm not even sure of. I'm already a company's most decorated wrestler, and the wrestler that single-handedly destroyed the company from the inside. I'm the only current wrestler that has been here since the beginning of my current company, and i am one of it's top performers. I am a former World champion - the youngest in NYCCW history, and i am currently involved with a wacko who wants vengeance on me, as well as now being involved with one of the sexiest females in the world.
Yeah, it won't last too long.
"I think i get that." Lexi says, a smirk across her face as i pop open the minibar and drag out two cans of beer, Victorian Bitter, and offer one to Lexi.
"No thanks, i don't drink all that Australian beer." She says, moving a hand to deflect the incoming beer can.
"Come on, you've never tried it." I plead.
"I know, and i don't plan to. Sorry, i'm not willing to try it. Too many risks."
"What risks?" I say, already half knowing the answer.
"Well, for starters, YOU drink it. And secondly, since that night where i got drunk and practically spurted out my life story, i don't think i'll be drinking alcohol that i have no idea about." She says, and i playfully pout, to no avail.
"Alright then, more for me." I say, smiling as i pop open the beer can and take a massive gulp, sighing as i continue to tell my "story".
"So, you weren't an average child, i get that."
"Yeah, in fact, by the time i was sixteen, my parents were thankful that i'd moved onto wrestling with the AWA, and were completely thrilled that i was moving in with my best mate, who was also part of the AWA, my first wrestling company. From the moment i stepped foot in that Australian Wrestling Association ring, i knew that i would have an impact on the company. I didn't realize how MUCH of an impact i'd have. Within a day, i was the most talked about wrestler there. I ended the undefeated streak of Arden Cappa, previously the most decorated champion in the AWA. I debuted the PKS, hell, i debuted in the world of professional wrestling with one of the most convincing defeats in history. And later that night, i made a statement. I barged in on the World Heavyweight Championship match and i hit the champion with a baseball bat. I hit him again, and again, and again, until he was coughing up blood. I showed no remorse, nothing to provide weakness."
I look down to see my hands covered with blood. My fingernails had drawn blood, digging into my skin so hard that they were now covered with the crimson color of blood. I look across at Electra and i see something i hadn't seen before from her. True, and absolute. Fear.
"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to..." I say, but i see Electra gulp slightly realizing that she was indeed expressing that emotion, and immediately her face was back to its usual, energetic state, eager to hear the rest of the story.
"Its alright, you were different then." She says, fully believing it to be true. I wish i could say the same. H4ck3r has brought out the monster in me. I won't let what happened to Alyssa happen to Lexi, i can't. Even if i have to unleash the monster waiting within.
"From there I was the one who became the most decorated wrestler in AWA history. I didn't realize it at the time, but it was as if i knocked off Cappa from the top of the mountain, and set up camp. He was the "best" they ever had. And in one moment, it shifted to me. I was the centre of attention for four years, four long, hard years, and then it was my turn to be knocked off the top of the mountain. Only problem was, i wasn't going to let that happen."
I was amazed that Lexi had stayed quiet for this long - i was expecting a million questions, and even though i knew she had them, it was nice to listen to my voice recall the events i had so desperately tried to forget, to reflect on them, and to stare into those beautiful eyes. She was truly one of a kind, and i loved her for it.
"I was, arrogant, to say the least, when i was young. Solely focused on taking myself to the top of the mountain in the world of wrestling. I called myself the Punk, because that was my attitude, that was how i carried myself, and after i left, it sort of stuck to me like the blood that's sticking to my hands right now. It could easily be washed away, but for one reason or another, i liked the fact that i didn't. I liked being somebody. Drake Hunter had more than an identity. He has a reputation."
"I left because of the management. I left because of the roster, hell, i left because the interviewers were so crappy, they didn't belong in the same room as me. I left to rebuild the world, i left because i wanted a world where the scum of the AWA would be wiped off the face of the planet. I wanted things to change. The one thing i didn't want to change was me - being the best. It meant absolutely everything to me, and i simply saw the AWA as a way to enforce that. It was a tool for my use, just like the tools in management were. Of course, there was some good people, in fact i spent most of my early NYCCW career tagging with what was probably the most gifted wrestler in the AWA, behind me: Scotty Adams." My breath was becoming softer by the minute, my voice becoming a whisper, and the blood on my hands drying out. Electra still had the towel wrapped firmly around her head, and the superman shirt and ass-huggers were still pulled tightly around her body. The superman top that gave an exceptional view of her curved chest was a welcome distraction from the memories, triggering a thought in the back of my mind that i still had to give her some "treatment" for her wound. The thought only lasted for a second, and soon i was continuing the story.
"So what happened to the company when you left?" It was the first word she'd said for a while, once more i was surprised there weren't more questions she wanted to ask. Maybe she wanted to wait, detecting that i was having a little trouble. Her hesitation only made me love her more.
"It was so much what happened to the AWA, but what happened to me. I got even more cocky, the seventeen year old superstar of the AWA had turned twenty-one the day i left, and for some reason he saw the opportunity to move to NYCCW to change a bit. True, i became more cocky, but my experience of leaving that shit-hole had changed me, some saw for the better. I saw it as changing completely. No longer did i listen to that voice inside me that told me to punch somebody in the face for no reason, told me to make somebody bleed just for the fun of it. I became traditionally sane." I laugh slightly at the way i was speaking - as if how i was now was normal.
Electra giggled slightly as i looked over at her, once more those eyes capturing me, egging me to keep going.
"That night was simple. I won my match. I walked out of the ring and back into the backstage area. You can probably guess what happened in between." I say.
"You talked shit, didn't you?" She says, almost a sense of humor in her voice. As i look up i see a wide grin spread across her face, and she rubs my arm softly before she eggs me to continue.
"Yeah." I say, almost laughing at the thought. "It was the one thing that i remember most clearly, the one thing that i wasn't ashamed of. Everything i said about that stupid place was the truth, nothing but the truth. I was forced to hold my tongue for the entire time i was there, and I was finally able to speak my mouth about all of their shit, about their stupid fans, and about every single thing wrong with that company. Needless to say, the speech went on for a while. I dissed everybody from the fans to the management, to the people back there. Then i got up, and left the building. The stares that followed me like rats, the cold, icy looks that i was given from the people i passed. It really was priceless."
"Then i came here, and obviously i was followed. I don't know who this guy is, but it's obvious to me that this H4ck3r bloke has been tailing me for longer than i've been in NYCCW. He's wanted redemption for a while, and now he's found his avenue. I just don't want you to become another avenue, i don't want for you to be thought as a weakness on my behalf, and most of all i don't want to see you hurt Lexi. I couldn't forgive myself..." I can physically feel my eyes change as i think about what i would do if Lexi would ever be hurt, what i would do if that creep ever did something to her ever again. A cracked rib was enough for me, it was taking all my being to be here right now and hold in my anger, hold in the "other" me.
"I told you already. I'm not some pretty flower. I gave that guy a taste of his own medicine, and i won't be bullied Drake. I won't. Just trust me."
"I do trust you." I say, "I realize that you're the most talented female wrestler in this place, hell, you've probably got the potential to be like me - The Best. The Best in the entire world."
"Somebody's a little bit cocky..." Lexi says, slowly moving towards me as she creeps up my thigh, placing her hand on my chin and she presses her lips against mine. As we part slightly, i smile, and suddenly all words exchanged previously were forgotten, all talk of men in suits, and paintball outfits, and a broken rib - it was all washed away, just like the memories were washed away when i moved her, the memories of Alyssa were washed away when i first set eyes on Electra, and all memories of Superman were washed away when i saw the shirt that Lexi was downing; all i could think of was one thing. She's my supergirl.
"Well, i have a lot to be confident about." I smirk. "Now, why don't you show me your superpowers, Miss Stevens..." She smiles that luscious, inviting smile as we kiss once more, and before i know it, both our shirts are off, and we're in the bedroom.
I know that whoever is in the vicinity will most likely hear the moans emanating from the hotel room - our moans, and H4ck3r has probably substituted the cameras that i took away and is watching it on his computer, probably having a bat as well. I realize Rage must be feeling that pain of jealousy deep inside, everyone will be asking how exactly i got a girl like Electra. The matter is this: Among everything's that been happening, with Rye, Rage, Johnny, H4ck3r, among every, single thing...
I don't care. I only care about the beautiful woman in front of me, and the next few hours of my life. Then i'll care about sleep, then i'll care about H4ck3r, then i'll care about revenge. Until then, the world can just fuck off.
This moment was like no other, and what makes it the worst was that i couldn't do anything, nor say anything to stop it. Do you know what it feels like to be so powerless, that your life is taking shape in somebody ELSE's hands? A life that you always thought you controlled from the very fibre of your being. But no, in the end we are all powerless to stop fate's cruel hand, irony, cruelty, depression, all that lies ahead. Sorry to get all philosophical with you, but to truly understand who i am, you need to know the past.
All will be told in good time - it seems as if thats what H4CK3R wants, and if he's fine with revealing whatever dirty little secret he has over me, then so be it, bring him on. First, he's going to receive the hardest knockout he'll ever feel. Courtesy of my knee.
Then again, have you ever had a moment so good in your life, that you replay it over and over in your mind every night, and you can never quite relive the sensation. Something that can't be explained in words, only feelings, and something that is eternally implanted in your soul, absolutely and eternally with you, forever. It could be somebody, or something, an action, a person, a phrase, or simply an existence. This moment was the best, one truth that won't leave me.
It is a moment, just like the one that you're unable to forgot, that slips away in the instance of a split second, but stays with you forever. Total pleasure, happiness, guidance, joy, a thousand other words that describe but don't identify that one feeling. That one distinct sensation. The greatest thing in the world, that some only experience once. Again, one of the defining meanings on my nickname. Funly enough, both feelings emanate from the same person. One day, you'll know, one day, everybody will know the true meaning of my nickname, the truth behind the Punk. Until then, i'll continue being the one thing i pride myself on. One thing that H4ck3r can't take away from me, and one thing that has drawn the attention of the prettiest flower of the lot.
I Am Drake Hunter. I Am The Best. In The World.
Speaking of the prettiest flower, the woman i gladly call my new girlfriend, and subsequently, my new "apprentice" if you will, inside the ring; Electra Stevens. Another piece of my world that H4ck3r thought he could take away from me. Well, he thinks wrong. She's unlike any other girl i've ever met - strong-willed, fearless, completely in control of every situation. Still, i don't like the fact that H4ck3r can so easily get to her, so easily manipulate me. If anything would happen to her...
Pushing those thoughts from my head, it will soon be my time - the time for me to reclaim what is mine. But first, i have to deal with a man in a paintball suit. Even closer to now, i have an Empire State championship to win. You'd think the definition of a "champion" would be somebody that can withstand every challenger that comes his way, every challenge set in front of him, to truly call himself the best. Unfortunately, the message seems to have gone in one ear and out the next for Rye Payne, who as far as i'm concerned, is simply holding that title to keep it warm for whoever is next to hold it - this time hopefully with a little dignity.
And i plan for that person, to be me.
Of course, things rarely go to plan. I planned to defeat Van Gorgeous back in the days of the Gfed network, and keep my title a while longer. That didn't happen. Then i planned to defeat Raven, Johnny, and Van in a fatal four way steel cage match. That didn't happen. And THEN i claimed to recover my title through a match with Raven, and then a number one contender's tournament, both of which i had in my grasp. And THAT definitely didn't work.
I've already banged on out about the man in the mask, who has some vendetta on me that seems to have stayed with him this entire time, and now is his time for divine vengeance to be brought down upon me. Blah blah blah. Whoever he is, he'll go down just like the rest. I don't care if there's a little more blood than usual, or if i break every bone in my body. Whoever this creep is that is getting me paranoid and making me seem crazy, he will pay. He will pay for what he did to freak out Alyssa, he will pay for costing me my destiny, and he will pay for going after Lexi. Everything he has done, from filming our..."activities" at night to hitting me in the back of the head with a pipe, he will receive tenfold.
Firstly, i have a title to win. Rye Payne....this should be fun.
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"I wasn't exactly you're average child" I say, Lexi wrapping the towel around her hair as she sits down on the couch next to me, grabbing the water she opened previously and taking a massive gulp before she looked me in the eye and prepared herself for the story of the Punk - not that she could really prepare herself for what i did a year ago. I don't think I could even prepare myself for what i did, it was just instinct, just me acting on emotions, and almost entirely acting on the voice, the "other" Punk. Still, she didn't need to know that right now, i'm not sure it was the right time to bring it up, especially to the girl that is now my girlfriend, now the most important person in my life.
Yeah, i take things quite quickly.
Still, the fact remains that not even I want to hear about my more "distasteful" side right now, so i think i'll stick to the basics. Yeah, the basics, that won't last too long. Get Real. How can i have only been in this business six years, and have a more colorful past than most wrestlers in this world, combined. 23 years of age, and i feel like i've lived a lifetime. I've only had two girlfriends, one of which has been scared off by an enemy whose identity i'm not even sure of. I'm already a company's most decorated wrestler, and the wrestler that single-handedly destroyed the company from the inside. I'm the only current wrestler that has been here since the beginning of my current company, and i am one of it's top performers. I am a former World champion - the youngest in NYCCW history, and i am currently involved with a wacko who wants vengeance on me, as well as now being involved with one of the sexiest females in the world.
Yeah, it won't last too long.
"I think i get that." Lexi says, a smirk across her face as i pop open the minibar and drag out two cans of beer, Victorian Bitter, and offer one to Lexi.
"No thanks, i don't drink all that Australian beer." She says, moving a hand to deflect the incoming beer can.
"Come on, you've never tried it." I plead.
"I know, and i don't plan to. Sorry, i'm not willing to try it. Too many risks."
"What risks?" I say, already half knowing the answer.
"Well, for starters, YOU drink it. And secondly, since that night where i got drunk and practically spurted out my life story, i don't think i'll be drinking alcohol that i have no idea about." She says, and i playfully pout, to no avail.
"Alright then, more for me." I say, smiling as i pop open the beer can and take a massive gulp, sighing as i continue to tell my "story".
"So, you weren't an average child, i get that."
"Yeah, in fact, by the time i was sixteen, my parents were thankful that i'd moved onto wrestling with the AWA, and were completely thrilled that i was moving in with my best mate, who was also part of the AWA, my first wrestling company. From the moment i stepped foot in that Australian Wrestling Association ring, i knew that i would have an impact on the company. I didn't realize how MUCH of an impact i'd have. Within a day, i was the most talked about wrestler there. I ended the undefeated streak of Arden Cappa, previously the most decorated champion in the AWA. I debuted the PKS, hell, i debuted in the world of professional wrestling with one of the most convincing defeats in history. And later that night, i made a statement. I barged in on the World Heavyweight Championship match and i hit the champion with a baseball bat. I hit him again, and again, and again, until he was coughing up blood. I showed no remorse, nothing to provide weakness."
I look down to see my hands covered with blood. My fingernails had drawn blood, digging into my skin so hard that they were now covered with the crimson color of blood. I look across at Electra and i see something i hadn't seen before from her. True, and absolute. Fear.
"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to..." I say, but i see Electra gulp slightly realizing that she was indeed expressing that emotion, and immediately her face was back to its usual, energetic state, eager to hear the rest of the story.
"Its alright, you were different then." She says, fully believing it to be true. I wish i could say the same. H4ck3r has brought out the monster in me. I won't let what happened to Alyssa happen to Lexi, i can't. Even if i have to unleash the monster waiting within.
"From there I was the one who became the most decorated wrestler in AWA history. I didn't realize it at the time, but it was as if i knocked off Cappa from the top of the mountain, and set up camp. He was the "best" they ever had. And in one moment, it shifted to me. I was the centre of attention for four years, four long, hard years, and then it was my turn to be knocked off the top of the mountain. Only problem was, i wasn't going to let that happen."
I was amazed that Lexi had stayed quiet for this long - i was expecting a million questions, and even though i knew she had them, it was nice to listen to my voice recall the events i had so desperately tried to forget, to reflect on them, and to stare into those beautiful eyes. She was truly one of a kind, and i loved her for it.
"I was, arrogant, to say the least, when i was young. Solely focused on taking myself to the top of the mountain in the world of wrestling. I called myself the Punk, because that was my attitude, that was how i carried myself, and after i left, it sort of stuck to me like the blood that's sticking to my hands right now. It could easily be washed away, but for one reason or another, i liked the fact that i didn't. I liked being somebody. Drake Hunter had more than an identity. He has a reputation."
"I left because of the management. I left because of the roster, hell, i left because the interviewers were so crappy, they didn't belong in the same room as me. I left to rebuild the world, i left because i wanted a world where the scum of the AWA would be wiped off the face of the planet. I wanted things to change. The one thing i didn't want to change was me - being the best. It meant absolutely everything to me, and i simply saw the AWA as a way to enforce that. It was a tool for my use, just like the tools in management were. Of course, there was some good people, in fact i spent most of my early NYCCW career tagging with what was probably the most gifted wrestler in the AWA, behind me: Scotty Adams." My breath was becoming softer by the minute, my voice becoming a whisper, and the blood on my hands drying out. Electra still had the towel wrapped firmly around her head, and the superman shirt and ass-huggers were still pulled tightly around her body. The superman top that gave an exceptional view of her curved chest was a welcome distraction from the memories, triggering a thought in the back of my mind that i still had to give her some "treatment" for her wound. The thought only lasted for a second, and soon i was continuing the story.
"So what happened to the company when you left?" It was the first word she'd said for a while, once more i was surprised there weren't more questions she wanted to ask. Maybe she wanted to wait, detecting that i was having a little trouble. Her hesitation only made me love her more.
"It was so much what happened to the AWA, but what happened to me. I got even more cocky, the seventeen year old superstar of the AWA had turned twenty-one the day i left, and for some reason he saw the opportunity to move to NYCCW to change a bit. True, i became more cocky, but my experience of leaving that shit-hole had changed me, some saw for the better. I saw it as changing completely. No longer did i listen to that voice inside me that told me to punch somebody in the face for no reason, told me to make somebody bleed just for the fun of it. I became traditionally sane." I laugh slightly at the way i was speaking - as if how i was now was normal.
Electra giggled slightly as i looked over at her, once more those eyes capturing me, egging me to keep going.
"That night was simple. I won my match. I walked out of the ring and back into the backstage area. You can probably guess what happened in between." I say.
"You talked shit, didn't you?" She says, almost a sense of humor in her voice. As i look up i see a wide grin spread across her face, and she rubs my arm softly before she eggs me to continue.
"Yeah." I say, almost laughing at the thought. "It was the one thing that i remember most clearly, the one thing that i wasn't ashamed of. Everything i said about that stupid place was the truth, nothing but the truth. I was forced to hold my tongue for the entire time i was there, and I was finally able to speak my mouth about all of their shit, about their stupid fans, and about every single thing wrong with that company. Needless to say, the speech went on for a while. I dissed everybody from the fans to the management, to the people back there. Then i got up, and left the building. The stares that followed me like rats, the cold, icy looks that i was given from the people i passed. It really was priceless."
"Then i came here, and obviously i was followed. I don't know who this guy is, but it's obvious to me that this H4ck3r bloke has been tailing me for longer than i've been in NYCCW. He's wanted redemption for a while, and now he's found his avenue. I just don't want you to become another avenue, i don't want for you to be thought as a weakness on my behalf, and most of all i don't want to see you hurt Lexi. I couldn't forgive myself..." I can physically feel my eyes change as i think about what i would do if Lexi would ever be hurt, what i would do if that creep ever did something to her ever again. A cracked rib was enough for me, it was taking all my being to be here right now and hold in my anger, hold in the "other" me.
"I told you already. I'm not some pretty flower. I gave that guy a taste of his own medicine, and i won't be bullied Drake. I won't. Just trust me."
"I do trust you." I say, "I realize that you're the most talented female wrestler in this place, hell, you've probably got the potential to be like me - The Best. The Best in the entire world."
"Somebody's a little bit cocky..." Lexi says, slowly moving towards me as she creeps up my thigh, placing her hand on my chin and she presses her lips against mine. As we part slightly, i smile, and suddenly all words exchanged previously were forgotten, all talk of men in suits, and paintball outfits, and a broken rib - it was all washed away, just like the memories were washed away when i moved her, the memories of Alyssa were washed away when i first set eyes on Electra, and all memories of Superman were washed away when i saw the shirt that Lexi was downing; all i could think of was one thing. She's my supergirl.
"Well, i have a lot to be confident about." I smirk. "Now, why don't you show me your superpowers, Miss Stevens..." She smiles that luscious, inviting smile as we kiss once more, and before i know it, both our shirts are off, and we're in the bedroom.
I know that whoever is in the vicinity will most likely hear the moans emanating from the hotel room - our moans, and H4ck3r has probably substituted the cameras that i took away and is watching it on his computer, probably having a bat as well. I realize Rage must be feeling that pain of jealousy deep inside, everyone will be asking how exactly i got a girl like Electra. The matter is this: Among everything's that been happening, with Rye, Rage, Johnny, H4ck3r, among every, single thing...
I don't care. I only care about the beautiful woman in front of me, and the next few hours of my life. Then i'll care about sleep, then i'll care about H4ck3r, then i'll care about revenge. Until then, the world can just fuck off.
