Post by Electra Stevens on Jun 10, 2012 16:34:42 GMT -5
I appraise myself in the bathroom mirror. I pull a little at the reddened swollen skin around my nose and let out a hiss. A dark head appears behind me.
“You shouldn’t pick at it you know.” Drake says with a half smirk, half concerned look on his face.
I frown at his reflection.
“How am I supposed to go to the wedding looking like this?” I pout. I know that in a week, my nose will be practically healed but it I’ll still have to use a whole lot of makeup.
He kisses my neck. “You’ll still look as beautiful as ever.”
I shake my head. “Are you saying that to be nice or to get laid?”
He smiles. “A little of column A and little of Column B.”
It makes me laugh. Something I appreciated greatly from our relationship. No matter how angry or depressed I seemed to get, Drake was always there to cheer me up. It still didn’t stop the anger pulsing through my veins right now. Just thinking about Queen Slut made me slam my fist against the marble countertop. Drake didn’t budge. His hands moved up to massage my shoulders. He knew without asking what I was angry about.
“She’s not going to get away with this.” I say through clenched teeth.
“What are you going to do about it?” He asks, genuinely interested in my response. A slow smile spreads across my face.
“Well…I may have said that the bitch was only back for a one time engagement but maybe it’s time to take her out of retirement….”
Drake smiles. “Does that mean your going to wear that cat suit again?”
I roll my eyes. “Thinking with one head again?”
He shrugs.
I turn in the circle of his arms. “I have to warn you though, the old me isn’t as sweet and cuddly as the new me.”
“I dunno. I kind of like it.”
We’re about to move in to do something else when we hear the hotel room door close softly. Drake is in stealth mode and lets me go to move into the main room. I can hear him moving furniture and opening the closet to look. He lets out a few profanities before I leave the bathroom.
“I’ve had about all I can take.” I can see that look returning to his eyes. The one that I’ve worked against the last couple weeks. I move forward quickly to take his face in my hands and force him to look me in the eyes.
“This isn’t the time Drake. Look at me.” He does. “Hacker is crazy. After saying that I’m an ignorant slut he’s now taken to stalking me and breaking into your hotel room…again. I don’t get it but it does further prove my theory that he’s losing his mind. I really tried to reason with him, and instead he used my pain as a weapon against me…mocking me and downplaying what Daniel did to me.”
“Jordan is going to pay for everything…”
I can’t deny the evidence he found in Jordan’s locker room. But there is still a pretty high chance that he’s been set up. I don’t want to say its Mets and I want to more say that it’s Hacker trying to cause more trouble. I know trying to reason with Drake about it is pointless and I concentrate on damage control.
“Save it for the PPV.”
He starts to relax and before I know it his burying his head into my shoulder, hugging me tight. It’s a little uncomfortable with the bruises from the other night but I don’t care.
Part of me still wasn’t convinced that it was hacker that was stalking me. It really wasn’t his style. Don’t get me wrong, I still thought he was a sick perverted person that needed professional help but I just didn’t think he’d take to following me around and breaking into Drake’s hotel room. Well breaking in yes, whacking off in the bed? Or so the video had claimed. No….Thank god the stalker hadn’t followed me home to my apartment, since I’d only been there once in the last week. Part of me wished he would follow me home because I know Mets would take a chuck out of his ass. Besides that, Hacker wouldn’t try and hide the fact that it was him….I still wasn’t sure though.
He released me a little and looked at me. I knew that look. I smirked and we continued what we had started in the bathroom.
*~*
Hours later…
I zipped up the leather boots, adjusted the matching skirt that reached just above my knees. Drake whistled from the couch. I rolled my eyes.
I had managed to cover up most of the bruising around the bridge of my nose with heavy makeup. I was so thankful it wasn’t more major. The Doctor had said that it wouldn’t take long to heal but I would have to wear a face mask in my next couple matches to prevent a more serious break.
“I won’t be late.”
“Be careful. We don’t know what He’s capable of. He doesn’t care now who gets hurt or what he does.”
He’s thinking of different scenarios and I wish he wouldn’t. For a second the heat is back in his eyes but it fades just as quickly.
“You know I would never let anything like that happen to me again.” I put my heeled boot on the couch beside him. “Do you know the kind of damage I can do with this boot alone?”
His hand skims up to my bare knee. I playfully slap it away before I put it back on the floor.
“I am going to do everything in my power to make sure that mirco slut doesn’t keep that belt for long.”
“Just don’t go seducing Flabbypants….” He says.
I turn. “God…not in a million years. That’s like saying don’t go seducing Ryan.” I start to pretend to gag. He laughs. “Remember when I said that you and I are the rightful King and Queen of NYCCW?” He nods. “Well it’s a disgrace to have TWI claiming to be in that position. I intend to take back what is rightfully ours. The only thing that ‘queen’ is good at is swallowing.”
It causes Drake to laugh out.
I kiss him long and seductively and he tries to pull me back when I pull away.
I wag a finger at him. “I have somewhere to be remember; but don’t worry…I’ll be back and if you’re lucky…I’ll keep the boots on.”
His mouth opens a little and I smile before leaving the room. I know I’m getting stared at as I make my way out of the hotel. One man even asked me in the elevator what my going rate was. I wasn’t insulted. It was part of the act to appear that way. I just smiled politely and responded with. “You don’t make enough money.”
The boots put an extra 4 inches on my height and there was something liberating about being over 6 feet. It was funny that when I dressed normally, it would take me sometimes 10 minutes to get a cab, but now, I had three pull up as soon as I whistled. I got in the first one and gave him the address of HQ.
“So…NYCCW? Really?” the cabbie asked. I kept in my laugh. He thought I was a groupie.
“Yes.” I say.
“Do you have ‘ahem’ business there?”
Now he thought I was a hooker for hire too. I roll my eyes.
“Do you even watch NYCCW?”
“Sometimes…but I’m in this cab a lot…”
“Have you watched it lately?”
“Sure…”
“I’m Electra Stevens.”
I see his jaw drop in the rear-view. I didn’t think I looked that much different compared to my normal self. At a red light he turned to face me.
“You’re really her aren’t you?” Now that he’s gotten a better look at me, the recognition sets in.
I laugh. “Yes, last time I checked.”
“Oh this is an honour. Would you like…sign something for me….”
“You going to knock off some money from my fare?” It’s not what I would normally say. Normally I would be all to happy to give a fan an autograph but right now, I was the bitch and the bitch didn’t do anything for free.
“Oh…it’s free….”
“Sure thing sweetie.” I wink at him and pull out a notepad from my purse and scribble my signature and press my lips to it as well. I hand it to him through the window and I can just see the wet dreams in his head. The Light has changed and there are honks behind us.
“Hold your horses you jackass.” He yells out the window and then steps on the gas.
I make sure to blow him a kiss before I get out of the cab at HQ.
I’m not surprised when I get almost the same reaction I did the last time I walked in here dressed similar…only this time I run into someone I wasn’t expecting.
“Lexi?” I turn at the voice I haven’t heard in nearly 10 years. He’s got a towel around his neck and there are beads of sweat on his forehead. I can tell he’s returning from a work out. He looks good, time has been kind.
“Cam…wow…look at you…” I walk forward to give him a hug, although not a big one because I don’t want to smell like sweaty man.
“Look at me? Look at you….grown up haven’t you…”
The Last time I saw Cameron Rivers in person, I’d been 19.
“Yeah well…”
“You were great out there last night….”
“Thanks, I wish I could be happy about the match. It’s precisely the reason why I’m here.”
He smirks.
“I’m sorry about Justin….his anger is partly my fault….”
He puts a hand on my shoulder.
“Justin’s jealousy is his own fault. You have nothing to be sorry about. I hope you don’t mind if I take a piece of him on saturday.”
“Go right ahead. He deserves it.”
“Well I won’t keep you. Nice seeing you again Lexi.” He turns and I can’t help but check him out. I wasn’t straying. I was perfectly happy with what I had but I was attached, not dead.
I turn and walk directly to an office marked with the name W. Turner. I knock.
“Come in.”
I enter. Turner looks up from his desk. “Electra…I wasn’t expecting you today but no matter, you’re just the lady I want to talk to.”
“Really? Well I have a bone to pick with you. Bright Lights was totally…”
He cuts me off. “Unfair. Yes I know. Believe me I am more than done with this TWI bull. Sit down and let me tell you what I’d like to do, but first, close the door please, we don’t need anybody overhearing.”
I was going to say bullshit but well Turner watched his P’s and Q’s more than I did. I was going to get my belt back come hell or high water and no cheatin’ piss poor excuse of a ‘ahem’ wrestler was going to keep it from me. He knew that I was one of the real reasons that people were filling seats every week.
The camera fades as the door shuts in front of it.
“You shouldn’t pick at it you know.” Drake says with a half smirk, half concerned look on his face.
I frown at his reflection.
“How am I supposed to go to the wedding looking like this?” I pout. I know that in a week, my nose will be practically healed but it I’ll still have to use a whole lot of makeup.
He kisses my neck. “You’ll still look as beautiful as ever.”
I shake my head. “Are you saying that to be nice or to get laid?”
He smiles. “A little of column A and little of Column B.”
It makes me laugh. Something I appreciated greatly from our relationship. No matter how angry or depressed I seemed to get, Drake was always there to cheer me up. It still didn’t stop the anger pulsing through my veins right now. Just thinking about Queen Slut made me slam my fist against the marble countertop. Drake didn’t budge. His hands moved up to massage my shoulders. He knew without asking what I was angry about.
“She’s not going to get away with this.” I say through clenched teeth.
“What are you going to do about it?” He asks, genuinely interested in my response. A slow smile spreads across my face.
“Well…I may have said that the bitch was only back for a one time engagement but maybe it’s time to take her out of retirement….”
Drake smiles. “Does that mean your going to wear that cat suit again?”
I roll my eyes. “Thinking with one head again?”
He shrugs.
I turn in the circle of his arms. “I have to warn you though, the old me isn’t as sweet and cuddly as the new me.”
“I dunno. I kind of like it.”
We’re about to move in to do something else when we hear the hotel room door close softly. Drake is in stealth mode and lets me go to move into the main room. I can hear him moving furniture and opening the closet to look. He lets out a few profanities before I leave the bathroom.
“I’ve had about all I can take.” I can see that look returning to his eyes. The one that I’ve worked against the last couple weeks. I move forward quickly to take his face in my hands and force him to look me in the eyes.
“This isn’t the time Drake. Look at me.” He does. “Hacker is crazy. After saying that I’m an ignorant slut he’s now taken to stalking me and breaking into your hotel room…again. I don’t get it but it does further prove my theory that he’s losing his mind. I really tried to reason with him, and instead he used my pain as a weapon against me…mocking me and downplaying what Daniel did to me.”
“Jordan is going to pay for everything…”
I can’t deny the evidence he found in Jordan’s locker room. But there is still a pretty high chance that he’s been set up. I don’t want to say its Mets and I want to more say that it’s Hacker trying to cause more trouble. I know trying to reason with Drake about it is pointless and I concentrate on damage control.
“Save it for the PPV.”
He starts to relax and before I know it his burying his head into my shoulder, hugging me tight. It’s a little uncomfortable with the bruises from the other night but I don’t care.
Part of me still wasn’t convinced that it was hacker that was stalking me. It really wasn’t his style. Don’t get me wrong, I still thought he was a sick perverted person that needed professional help but I just didn’t think he’d take to following me around and breaking into Drake’s hotel room. Well breaking in yes, whacking off in the bed? Or so the video had claimed. No….Thank god the stalker hadn’t followed me home to my apartment, since I’d only been there once in the last week. Part of me wished he would follow me home because I know Mets would take a chuck out of his ass. Besides that, Hacker wouldn’t try and hide the fact that it was him….I still wasn’t sure though.
He released me a little and looked at me. I knew that look. I smirked and we continued what we had started in the bathroom.
*~*
Hours later…
I zipped up the leather boots, adjusted the matching skirt that reached just above my knees. Drake whistled from the couch. I rolled my eyes.
I had managed to cover up most of the bruising around the bridge of my nose with heavy makeup. I was so thankful it wasn’t more major. The Doctor had said that it wouldn’t take long to heal but I would have to wear a face mask in my next couple matches to prevent a more serious break.
“I won’t be late.”
“Be careful. We don’t know what He’s capable of. He doesn’t care now who gets hurt or what he does.”
He’s thinking of different scenarios and I wish he wouldn’t. For a second the heat is back in his eyes but it fades just as quickly.
“You know I would never let anything like that happen to me again.” I put my heeled boot on the couch beside him. “Do you know the kind of damage I can do with this boot alone?”
His hand skims up to my bare knee. I playfully slap it away before I put it back on the floor.
“I am going to do everything in my power to make sure that mirco slut doesn’t keep that belt for long.”
“Just don’t go seducing Flabbypants….” He says.
I turn. “God…not in a million years. That’s like saying don’t go seducing Ryan.” I start to pretend to gag. He laughs. “Remember when I said that you and I are the rightful King and Queen of NYCCW?” He nods. “Well it’s a disgrace to have TWI claiming to be in that position. I intend to take back what is rightfully ours. The only thing that ‘queen’ is good at is swallowing.”
It causes Drake to laugh out.
I kiss him long and seductively and he tries to pull me back when I pull away.
I wag a finger at him. “I have somewhere to be remember; but don’t worry…I’ll be back and if you’re lucky…I’ll keep the boots on.”
His mouth opens a little and I smile before leaving the room. I know I’m getting stared at as I make my way out of the hotel. One man even asked me in the elevator what my going rate was. I wasn’t insulted. It was part of the act to appear that way. I just smiled politely and responded with. “You don’t make enough money.”
The boots put an extra 4 inches on my height and there was something liberating about being over 6 feet. It was funny that when I dressed normally, it would take me sometimes 10 minutes to get a cab, but now, I had three pull up as soon as I whistled. I got in the first one and gave him the address of HQ.
“So…NYCCW? Really?” the cabbie asked. I kept in my laugh. He thought I was a groupie.
“Yes.” I say.
“Do you have ‘ahem’ business there?”
Now he thought I was a hooker for hire too. I roll my eyes.
“Do you even watch NYCCW?”
“Sometimes…but I’m in this cab a lot…”
“Have you watched it lately?”
“Sure…”
“I’m Electra Stevens.”
I see his jaw drop in the rear-view. I didn’t think I looked that much different compared to my normal self. At a red light he turned to face me.
“You’re really her aren’t you?” Now that he’s gotten a better look at me, the recognition sets in.
I laugh. “Yes, last time I checked.”
“Oh this is an honour. Would you like…sign something for me….”
“You going to knock off some money from my fare?” It’s not what I would normally say. Normally I would be all to happy to give a fan an autograph but right now, I was the bitch and the bitch didn’t do anything for free.
“Oh…it’s free….”
“Sure thing sweetie.” I wink at him and pull out a notepad from my purse and scribble my signature and press my lips to it as well. I hand it to him through the window and I can just see the wet dreams in his head. The Light has changed and there are honks behind us.
“Hold your horses you jackass.” He yells out the window and then steps on the gas.
I make sure to blow him a kiss before I get out of the cab at HQ.
I’m not surprised when I get almost the same reaction I did the last time I walked in here dressed similar…only this time I run into someone I wasn’t expecting.
“Lexi?” I turn at the voice I haven’t heard in nearly 10 years. He’s got a towel around his neck and there are beads of sweat on his forehead. I can tell he’s returning from a work out. He looks good, time has been kind.
“Cam…wow…look at you…” I walk forward to give him a hug, although not a big one because I don’t want to smell like sweaty man.
“Look at me? Look at you….grown up haven’t you…”
The Last time I saw Cameron Rivers in person, I’d been 19.
“Yeah well…”
“You were great out there last night….”
“Thanks, I wish I could be happy about the match. It’s precisely the reason why I’m here.”
He smirks.
“I’m sorry about Justin….his anger is partly my fault….”
He puts a hand on my shoulder.
“Justin’s jealousy is his own fault. You have nothing to be sorry about. I hope you don’t mind if I take a piece of him on saturday.”
“Go right ahead. He deserves it.”
“Well I won’t keep you. Nice seeing you again Lexi.” He turns and I can’t help but check him out. I wasn’t straying. I was perfectly happy with what I had but I was attached, not dead.
I turn and walk directly to an office marked with the name W. Turner. I knock.
“Come in.”
I enter. Turner looks up from his desk. “Electra…I wasn’t expecting you today but no matter, you’re just the lady I want to talk to.”
“Really? Well I have a bone to pick with you. Bright Lights was totally…”
He cuts me off. “Unfair. Yes I know. Believe me I am more than done with this TWI bull. Sit down and let me tell you what I’d like to do, but first, close the door please, we don’t need anybody overhearing.”
I was going to say bullshit but well Turner watched his P’s and Q’s more than I did. I was going to get my belt back come hell or high water and no cheatin’ piss poor excuse of a ‘ahem’ wrestler was going to keep it from me. He knew that I was one of the real reasons that people were filling seats every week.
The camera fades as the door shuts in front of it.
