Post by Electra Stevens on May 15, 2012 10:14:04 GMT -5
Handcuffs. The bastard brings out handcuffs. Was it supposed to be some kind of sick joke? I assumed that he did it because it was a way of keeping both of us handicapped.
I really hurt, but I would survive. The medic had said that if I hadn’t of taped my rib as well as I did it could be a lot worse, although he had told me that taping was an archaic form of treatment but well, I have to be prepared for anything. Between Tank and H4ck3r I’d gotten more rib shots then I care to remember.
I was bruised from head to toe. I even had a yellowing bruise on my jaw bone from having my face slammed against the barrier. Oh I was so itching to destroy H4ck3r. Tank… well that was just business. I wasn’t going to let Rye win by cheating. I knew he was pissed at me for it but it was his own fault. Now he was trying to talk people into taking us all out…really? I’m not worried. I didn’t understand Mets actions though, I didn’t think she hated him…there was definitely something up with her, ever since the kidnapping she’d seemed different. Colder, in another world. It worried me.
I was a little envious. Two of the closest people to me each had gold and I was left in the cheering section. I knew my time would come but I could feel the pain of losing that title years ago after fighting so hard to try and obtain it.
There ware times when my life seemed to be getting better and then it seemed that I was being sabotaged…three guesses who was doing it….
It’s funny, I don’t know for sure if H4ck3r would have targeted me anyway. Probably not to the extent he was now. Let me just say one thing, he just further proved that he is a coward. Attacking someone, stealing the belt….if he wants a belt so bad, let him challenge Drake like every other normal person on the roster would do.
I had seen how angry Drake got every time he saw a dark mark on my body. If I had gotten these fairly then maybe it would be different but he looked at them knowing that most of them were caused by that bastard in a mask. I tried to tell him that they were just bruises and that they would heal. My rib was already feeling better. I was still achy but I could at least work out. I probably should wait another week before a match but I wasn’t missing out on my chance to take out that asshole. I’d give him an Electric Shock right to his solar plexus. Actually in that whole match up, Rage was my worry.
He’d trained me. He knew my moves. It was time to throw something new at him and that was where I was counting on Drake and what we’d been working on.
Today, I was by myself. Drake had said he had a meeting….so I’d snuck off to the gym but instead of doing my regular training, I brought my ballet shoes.
It had been so long since I’d put them on and they felt like a second skin. I could have been a ballerina if I had wanted to. I had the legs and the frame for it, but I never really had the drive to do it.
I stretched and started the practice. The whole time, I keep thinking about the last few weeks, the images replaying in my head like a bad montage.
I remembered when I’d first seen Drake. I don’t even think he remembered talking to me but it had been the week before I actually signed the contract. I’d come down to meet with Turner and Drake and I bumped into each other. He’d looked me up and down and there was a second when neither of us spoke.
***
“Hi there….who are you?” When the words left his mouth my heart automatically started to beat faster.
“Electra.” I supplied and I avoided his eyes. Something I normally didn’t do. I’d felt like a teenager again.
“Yes you are.” He’d said and a smile spread across his face. “Are you applying for the assistant job?”
“Um, no….I….”
“Pity.” He’d reached down and took my hand and brought it up to his lips. He kissed my knuckles and looked right into my eyes over top of them. I tried really hard to control the blood that spilled into my cheeks. “Well maybe if you’re lucky we’ll meet again.”
He smiled and sauntered away in that totally confident arrogant way of his. And typical of any girl feeling swooned, I looked behind me just at the same moment he did and he winked at me. I’d straightened my dress shirt and hurried into Turner’s office.
***
The memory brought a smile to my face now. If I brought it up to him I didn’t rightly know what his reaction might be. I’d normally say he’d brush it off and say that he did that to a lot of girls but part of me wanted to believe that our connection had started that day….that maybe he did remember and that was why he’d started flirting with me on Twitter, seizing a failing attempt that Rye had tried to make in picking me up.
I flashed back again, to when I’d been waking up the first time in his arms and how it had been so long since I’d felt wanted like that. I could still remember the look on his face when I’d looked up at him. I think I expected him to act non-chalant. But he hadn’t. If I hadn’t of started to get up, we probably would have stayed there longer, probably enjoyed his private dressing room a little more.
I often wondered if I had made a mistake sleeping with him right at the start. Now it seemed that everyone thought I was a slut because of it, but yet Rye and Mets were blameless with the choices they made for partners. Even Rage had already hooked up with someone, why was I the one that got the slack? Was it because it was Drake?
I didn’t care. Let them call me whatever they wanted, we were happy with the way things had worked out, at least I knew I was happy and if Drake’s whistle and smile every morning was any indication then I was pretty sure he was happy too.
The music got more intense and I started to move into more complicated moves. I assumed that not many of the roster had come into this room with leotards, ballet shoes and classical music.
I started to think about the match. 3 on 3. One of them was an enemy, one of them was a pain in my ass and the other used to be a friend. I didn’t want him to hate me but apparently I’m supposed to let his ‘associate’ choke my boyfriend into unconsciousness. This match was ridiculous and it hadn’t been my idea. That had been all Rage. The Jealous asshole that didn’t want anything to do with me but heaven forbid someone else should want to me. I had felt vindicated when I’d slapped him. Years of taking that kind of shit from him and finally… I have the last laugh. Rage had lost his mind and this was exactly the reason why I’d hid my pregnancy and our son from him.
The classical music changed to ABBA. I laughed. Had I really been doing this an hour already? I walked over to turn it off, grabbing my towel and wiping my head.[/i][/color]
“Done already?” It startles me and I can’t help but shriek. A wide smile spreads across Drake’s face. He’s leaning against the wall closest to me.
I throw the towel at him. “You should know better than to sneak up on me. Don’t you know what happens to guys that sneak up on me?”
He walks over to me. “I didn’t know you could dance like that.”
“Yeah there are still a lot of things you don’t know about me.”
“Really?” His eyebrows go up in surprise. “Well….that sounds like a challenge….”
I shake my head and continue to put stuff into my gym bag. “You think everything is a challenge.”
He took the bag from my hands and pulled me into him. “You’re the best one I’ve had so far.”
I roll my eyes. “I didn’t exactly put up a fight now did I?”
He smirked. Probably remembering last week when I’d pushed him into his change room and practically tackled him.
“I didn’t intend for that to happen so fast you know….” I trailed off.
“But I’m just so irresistible.”
“And that damn accent…”
He laughed.
“How’s your rib?” he asked, going serious for a moment.
“It’s fine. Doc says that if I keep active, keep ice on it when it’s not taped and take deep breaths every hour I’ll be fine for Saturday.”
“If you want to sit it out, I’m sure I can find someone to take your place.”
“NO!” I pull away from him. “I owe him.”
“Lexi don’t go and get yourself more injuries just to get revenge.”
“This has gone way beyond revenge now. No one handcuffs me without my permission.”
Drake smirks.
“That’s not an invitation.” I point at him. “I’m going to use everything I can to take him out.”
“Leave H4ck3r to me.”
“No. And what? You want me to go up against Rye? Or Rage? Rage knows my moves. He knows my body a lot better than you do, sorry to say, I don’t think I have a snowballs’ chance in hell up against Rage.”
“Johnny will want a piece of him.”
“So what? That leaves me with Rye? This didn’t end the way I envisioned it.”
“You have to face facts. As long as you’re with me, he won’t be your friend, IF he ever becomes your friend again. You knew that a day would come when you would have to face him. You will probably have to face Metallica too…and Me.”
“I’m not going after your title.”
“That’s not what I meant. I mean that eventually Turner is going to think it’s funny to face you and me against each other.”
“I don’t want you to hold back Drake.” I look up at him. “You treat me just like any other opponent out there.”
“Lexi….”
“I’m not saying it wouldn’t be hard for me too, but it will happen. You know it will. Promise me that you will use everything you have on me and I’ll do the same.”
He sighed. “I can’t do that…”
“Yes you can.” I walked toward him and took his chin in my hand and raised his face up. “I won’t hold it against you. I can take care of myself.”
“I wish you would hold it against me.” He smirked and I smacked him playfully.
“Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall sometimes, or a horny teenager.” I picked up my bag and he took it from my fingers and replaced it with his hand.
“Come on my ballerina, what I have in mind doesn’t require talking.”
“Pig.” I said and laughed.
I really hurt, but I would survive. The medic had said that if I hadn’t of taped my rib as well as I did it could be a lot worse, although he had told me that taping was an archaic form of treatment but well, I have to be prepared for anything. Between Tank and H4ck3r I’d gotten more rib shots then I care to remember.
I was bruised from head to toe. I even had a yellowing bruise on my jaw bone from having my face slammed against the barrier. Oh I was so itching to destroy H4ck3r. Tank… well that was just business. I wasn’t going to let Rye win by cheating. I knew he was pissed at me for it but it was his own fault. Now he was trying to talk people into taking us all out…really? I’m not worried. I didn’t understand Mets actions though, I didn’t think she hated him…there was definitely something up with her, ever since the kidnapping she’d seemed different. Colder, in another world. It worried me.
I was a little envious. Two of the closest people to me each had gold and I was left in the cheering section. I knew my time would come but I could feel the pain of losing that title years ago after fighting so hard to try and obtain it.
There ware times when my life seemed to be getting better and then it seemed that I was being sabotaged…three guesses who was doing it….
It’s funny, I don’t know for sure if H4ck3r would have targeted me anyway. Probably not to the extent he was now. Let me just say one thing, he just further proved that he is a coward. Attacking someone, stealing the belt….if he wants a belt so bad, let him challenge Drake like every other normal person on the roster would do.
I had seen how angry Drake got every time he saw a dark mark on my body. If I had gotten these fairly then maybe it would be different but he looked at them knowing that most of them were caused by that bastard in a mask. I tried to tell him that they were just bruises and that they would heal. My rib was already feeling better. I was still achy but I could at least work out. I probably should wait another week before a match but I wasn’t missing out on my chance to take out that asshole. I’d give him an Electric Shock right to his solar plexus. Actually in that whole match up, Rage was my worry.
He’d trained me. He knew my moves. It was time to throw something new at him and that was where I was counting on Drake and what we’d been working on.
Today, I was by myself. Drake had said he had a meeting….so I’d snuck off to the gym but instead of doing my regular training, I brought my ballet shoes.
It had been so long since I’d put them on and they felt like a second skin. I could have been a ballerina if I had wanted to. I had the legs and the frame for it, but I never really had the drive to do it.
I stretched and started the practice. The whole time, I keep thinking about the last few weeks, the images replaying in my head like a bad montage.
I remembered when I’d first seen Drake. I don’t even think he remembered talking to me but it had been the week before I actually signed the contract. I’d come down to meet with Turner and Drake and I bumped into each other. He’d looked me up and down and there was a second when neither of us spoke.
***
“Hi there….who are you?” When the words left his mouth my heart automatically started to beat faster.
“Electra.” I supplied and I avoided his eyes. Something I normally didn’t do. I’d felt like a teenager again.
“Yes you are.” He’d said and a smile spread across his face. “Are you applying for the assistant job?”
“Um, no….I….”
“Pity.” He’d reached down and took my hand and brought it up to his lips. He kissed my knuckles and looked right into my eyes over top of them. I tried really hard to control the blood that spilled into my cheeks. “Well maybe if you’re lucky we’ll meet again.”
He smiled and sauntered away in that totally confident arrogant way of his. And typical of any girl feeling swooned, I looked behind me just at the same moment he did and he winked at me. I’d straightened my dress shirt and hurried into Turner’s office.
***
The memory brought a smile to my face now. If I brought it up to him I didn’t rightly know what his reaction might be. I’d normally say he’d brush it off and say that he did that to a lot of girls but part of me wanted to believe that our connection had started that day….that maybe he did remember and that was why he’d started flirting with me on Twitter, seizing a failing attempt that Rye had tried to make in picking me up.
I flashed back again, to when I’d been waking up the first time in his arms and how it had been so long since I’d felt wanted like that. I could still remember the look on his face when I’d looked up at him. I think I expected him to act non-chalant. But he hadn’t. If I hadn’t of started to get up, we probably would have stayed there longer, probably enjoyed his private dressing room a little more.
I often wondered if I had made a mistake sleeping with him right at the start. Now it seemed that everyone thought I was a slut because of it, but yet Rye and Mets were blameless with the choices they made for partners. Even Rage had already hooked up with someone, why was I the one that got the slack? Was it because it was Drake?
I didn’t care. Let them call me whatever they wanted, we were happy with the way things had worked out, at least I knew I was happy and if Drake’s whistle and smile every morning was any indication then I was pretty sure he was happy too.
The music got more intense and I started to move into more complicated moves. I assumed that not many of the roster had come into this room with leotards, ballet shoes and classical music.
I started to think about the match. 3 on 3. One of them was an enemy, one of them was a pain in my ass and the other used to be a friend. I didn’t want him to hate me but apparently I’m supposed to let his ‘associate’ choke my boyfriend into unconsciousness. This match was ridiculous and it hadn’t been my idea. That had been all Rage. The Jealous asshole that didn’t want anything to do with me but heaven forbid someone else should want to me. I had felt vindicated when I’d slapped him. Years of taking that kind of shit from him and finally… I have the last laugh. Rage had lost his mind and this was exactly the reason why I’d hid my pregnancy and our son from him.
The classical music changed to ABBA. I laughed. Had I really been doing this an hour already? I walked over to turn it off, grabbing my towel and wiping my head.[/i][/color]
“Done already?” It startles me and I can’t help but shriek. A wide smile spreads across Drake’s face. He’s leaning against the wall closest to me.
I throw the towel at him. “You should know better than to sneak up on me. Don’t you know what happens to guys that sneak up on me?”
He walks over to me. “I didn’t know you could dance like that.”
“Yeah there are still a lot of things you don’t know about me.”
“Really?” His eyebrows go up in surprise. “Well….that sounds like a challenge….”
I shake my head and continue to put stuff into my gym bag. “You think everything is a challenge.”
He took the bag from my hands and pulled me into him. “You’re the best one I’ve had so far.”
I roll my eyes. “I didn’t exactly put up a fight now did I?”
He smirked. Probably remembering last week when I’d pushed him into his change room and practically tackled him.
“I didn’t intend for that to happen so fast you know….” I trailed off.
“But I’m just so irresistible.”
“And that damn accent…”
He laughed.
“How’s your rib?” he asked, going serious for a moment.
“It’s fine. Doc says that if I keep active, keep ice on it when it’s not taped and take deep breaths every hour I’ll be fine for Saturday.”
“If you want to sit it out, I’m sure I can find someone to take your place.”
“NO!” I pull away from him. “I owe him.”
“Lexi don’t go and get yourself more injuries just to get revenge.”
“This has gone way beyond revenge now. No one handcuffs me without my permission.”
Drake smirks.
“That’s not an invitation.” I point at him. “I’m going to use everything I can to take him out.”
“Leave H4ck3r to me.”
“No. And what? You want me to go up against Rye? Or Rage? Rage knows my moves. He knows my body a lot better than you do, sorry to say, I don’t think I have a snowballs’ chance in hell up against Rage.”
“Johnny will want a piece of him.”
“So what? That leaves me with Rye? This didn’t end the way I envisioned it.”
“You have to face facts. As long as you’re with me, he won’t be your friend, IF he ever becomes your friend again. You knew that a day would come when you would have to face him. You will probably have to face Metallica too…and Me.”
“I’m not going after your title.”
“That’s not what I meant. I mean that eventually Turner is going to think it’s funny to face you and me against each other.”
“I don’t want you to hold back Drake.” I look up at him. “You treat me just like any other opponent out there.”
“Lexi….”
“I’m not saying it wouldn’t be hard for me too, but it will happen. You know it will. Promise me that you will use everything you have on me and I’ll do the same.”
He sighed. “I can’t do that…”
“Yes you can.” I walked toward him and took his chin in my hand and raised his face up. “I won’t hold it against you. I can take care of myself.”
“I wish you would hold it against me.” He smirked and I smacked him playfully.
“Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall sometimes, or a horny teenager.” I picked up my bag and he took it from my fingers and replaced it with his hand.
“Come on my ballerina, what I have in mind doesn’t require talking.”
“Pig.” I said and laughed.