June 18th tweets
June 18th tweets...
-so in Hollywood, its actually now a style for women 2wear skirts/pants w/a bra &open blazer..i mean u see more skin or physique, for beauty adoring, of an actress..but the style itself is simply stupid..it looks weird...who comes up w/these trends..how do U start such a trend?!
so if a guy or girl is interested in each other, beyond the weird natural possible bumping into each other, you can get creative on how to further bump into a person in order to make an excuse to talk to the person or get to know them...-
- i think thats what people do when there isn't a freakish "situation" relaying everything about a particular person. If you really wanted to, you could speak to a person, without freakish stalking or a militia of long range friends doing ur bidding..-
- i mean alone, one can figure out that a girl's number begins with a 7 and ends with a 27. alone, from witnessing trips afar by chance, you can, say, drive near the bus terminal, and say, "i was driving around, do you need a ride..." to talk to a person, dear blondes, brunettes-
- black haired, etc. girls...if you really wanted to talk to a guy, or vice versa, you can. Just follow being natural without a freakish situation getting in your head...
- i would absolutely revere the girl who tells me about what's transpired, be it past, present, or future...without the vague pattern of signs set forth by orchestrators and their following...
- yeah i kinda don't like talking explicitly about these everyday things...but sometimes you gotta state the obvious, the way things are with your peers, at the risk of seeming full of urself or a non-regular person...i mean this is how the orchestrators build hype...
hmmm what else can i say...
2 my asian compadres..would you consider me asian? i mean, geographically, u guys are east asian, & i'm south asian...but you may not think geographically...i mean hey, harold & kumar was about us...I feel for every Indian, there is an East Asian friend-the harold&kumar effect...
you know who i haven't seen in movies in a while...margot robbie...harley quinn will forever have her face...its a crime not seeing margot robbie after "focus" and "suicide squad..." and regretfully she's not on twitter...
so a giant flying insect, with possibly something that stings, flew into my house yesterday...it survived the night, and now, for some stupid reason, is in my bedroom...gotta get rid of it...
-i mean geez a loo, it looks like a wasp, but all black...it landed on a rectangular award in my room...i took the award, while the insect didn't move, and went outside, tapped the award against my mailbox, and got rid of it that way...
- i think the orchestrators are harping on a past particular individual again, who I don't know...kindly stop...i don't know how to communicate with the unknown...this is my best attempt...moving on...
- is what the audience to the "situation" hearing male/particularly female college kid like sounds, on maybe the radio? That's just the front for something bigger...but then what do I know...why tell me anything...
I hope they come up with a second season to wanda vision on disney plus..but i don't know how that would work post-Thanos in the Marvel Cinema Universe..Vision could be another time variant like Loki..come to think of it, i don't recall seeing wanda in the fight against Thanos..
- i gotta meet eastern europeans and australians...i mean wanda, margot robbie...
so now theyre areRumors onTwitter about sam&bucky on Marvel's Winter Soldier being gay..i mean this is what i mean..i think i say some insightfulStuff..but i think people latch onto/obsess/&/or remember theMore tantalizingStuff..&1 level of orchestrators encourage this behavior.-
- i mean this level of orchestrators have this "randomly fallen into their hands" power of steering American behavior, hence fixing the flaws of American culture. But they're allowed to use it, to literally act as children, lusting for tantalizing things to talk about all day.-
- but back to the Marvel characters being gay...you know, personally I have nothing against those who are gay. i mean, to each his own...but when i was in a genetics and molecular biology summer program at columbia ages ago, a professor said that: when kids form in the wombs of-
-their mothers, whether destined to be male/female, they all start out as female. The guys go thru this inverting process of physical features. It was suggested that some men, some people, don't fully undergo the transformation..could explain why someGuys have femaleTendencies..-
- not limited 2 who they like...i dunno, it makes u wonder, if theresSomething more there...bluntlyPut, males&females, physically, have complimentaryFeatures...so when opposites don't attract, aside from their minds/souls beingInSync, the bodies can't exactly complimentEachOther.
- but probably on the controversial side of things, not my business, just sharing what i learned ages ago...
- but that said, with homosexuality being embraced and now visible in children's cartoons on Cartoon Network or Nickeloedeon, it makes you wonder what a five year old will think. -
-Exposed at a young age, would someone who is not biologically wired toward the same sex, feel "who they're attracted to" is a "choice." -
-When I look thru the filter of my life, I can date/marry australians, eastern europeans, greeks, italians, irish, etc. or whoever. I think in a way like I have those options. Likewise, would a 5year old, who wasn't wired to be gay, think he has the option 2 date male or female?-
- what about children growing up & developing best friends? I mean me, personally, when I lost my best friend in the 1st grade, i decided on mastering being independent. & now by a twist of fate, im facing enforced solitude by "the situation" & its "instructions." moving on,-
- and back to the point, would children have confusions, fantasies, about their best friend? As seen through the changing perceptions toward me in this "situation", based on one single word/action amidst 10,000 , people are impulsive to their feelings &thoughts...-
- would children, based on a thought error or a random thought from confusion, think they're attracted to the wrong individual?
on women, the big hair of the 80s or the fluffy hair of the 90s is missed...i mean the modern flat hair is nice too, but so was the hair of that period...
the default homepage on a windows computer on microsoft edge...i think its msn dot com...they don't display the web address...for some reason, lately, i've been attracted to the trending or side links...maybe because of the spice it offers my boring life...
I think the following is “a thing”…I remember hearing that, in potential relationships, “some women like the chase…” I mean, at any point, are women direct with men, or do they speak to men?! What happens after “the chase?!”
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Pride and Prejudice And Wrestling Part 5
Characters: Seth Rollins x Reader, The gang from Raw
Summary: When a superstar Hollywood actress (The Reader), interacts with WWE Superstar Seth Rollins at Monday Night Raw, sparks fly. Can Rollins overcome his pride and convince the reader to take a chance on him when she’s still recovering from a nasty scandal caused by her cheating fiancé?
Warnings: Lots of flirting, angsty longing and maybe some bad words
Tags: @caramara3 @hardcorewwetrash
Chapter Note: Smutty Kingslayers are smutty! ;-)
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Chapter 5: Just Don’t Tell Anyone About This
I walked down the plushly carpeted hallway as I searched for the hotel door I was looking for.
Room 2008 …
Room 2010 …
Room 2012 …
I paused in front of the dark wooden door with the silver numbers in a modern font listed above the little keyhole. 2012. Seth’s door. Who knew what pleasures awaited me beyond that door. I was about to knock, but paused my hand.
Okay. Let’s be honest. This was also dangerous. This thing between Seth and I was so much more than physical and that is what had me running.
Should we set up ground rules? Was this a one night thing? Some kind of open booty call thing whenever we were both in the same town? A ‘Friends with Benefits’ thing? The beginning of a full on relationship thing?
I couldn’t have that although a part of me desperately wanted it. A relationship? Not with Seth’s track record or mine. My taste for picking men who were bad for me was just too notoriously, well, bad.
I also remembered my promise to my mother. To never trust a cheating man with your heart. Once a cheater. Always a cheater. It was a phrase she drilled into my head over and over after my father became a cliché and ran off with his secretary. My mother, who always seemed so strong, ensconced in the love of my father, fell apart once she learned of the affair. It was a slap in the face to both my mother and me when he married his mistress, only thirty days after his divorce became final.
But my mother had the last laugh when my father cheated on his new wife with someone he met online. My mom always told me, once a man shows his true colors he won’t change no matter how much you think you can transform him with your love.
There would be no changing Seth either. I knew it but that particular truth hurt when my heart knew instinctively that Seth was more than just a sexy guy to have fun with.
Now that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy just one night with him. One night. Anything goes. Do all the things with him that my mind conjured when I first saw him earlier tonight at the arena. Hell, since we originally met at the charity dinner last year.
Let’s be honest. There were a lot of times in this last year when I went to bed with Seth’s name on my lips while my fingers worked hard to please me.
Okay, no time for those thoughts I told myself. Focus. I couldn’t stand in front of Seth’s door forever. Yet, I didn’t have the courage to knock. Maybe I should make a dash to the elevator now and go to my own room.
‘No, no, no,’ my body screamed. Knock on his damn door. So I did. I couldn’t believe my hand seemed to be acting independently of my brain. My body finally taking control of the situation.
The door opened to reveal Seth, dressed only in a pair of shorts. Short shorts that revealed an expanse of very toned and muscular thigh. My kryptonite. I let out a breath. Oh how I wanted to touch them, let my fingers glide along his skin and feel the hard muscles beneath.
“Hey,” I said awkwardly. “I uh, changed my mind.”
The smile he gave me melted any doubts. It wasn’t one of conquest and victory, instead it displayed relief.
He motioned me forward. “Come in. I thought you were Dean.”
He scratched the back of his neck. He looked tired after a long night of wrestling in the squared circle. His hair was mussed and very fluffy at the top while the rest was still securely wrapped in a man bun at the base of his neck.
“I figured he would get frustrated about the ice. It’s happened before.”
“Dean,” I said, with overly dramatic, gossipy flair as I stepped inside the room, “is on his way to the Concierge in the lobby… for ice…in boxer shorts with cartoon chainsaws and no shoes. I just hope someone takes video of this blessed event with their phone so I can see it.”
“He really is a lunatic sometimes. There was this one time in Omaha before Renee when we were in the Shield and he met this girl he wanted to impress so he ….” He stalled a moment. “That’s probably not the best story to tell you.”
I couldn’t help a small laugh. “Yeah. You would be breaking the Bro Code.”
“Yes. The Shield Bro Code is well, stronger than what most guys have.”
There was a small silence.
I looked down at my hands awkwardly. Despite all our insanely outrageous flirting, I suddenly felt shy. “Dean also gave me your room number, in case I changed my mind.”
“I’m glad he did,” Seth stated quietly. “And I’m glad you came to your senses.”
That instantly put me at ease.
With my confidence rising, I couldn’t help quirking an eyebrow at that and tsk tsking him. “Oh boy. There’s that ego again, Rollins. I told you. I don’t like being a foregone conclusion.”
He shook his head. “Not at all. I never said that. I’m just thankful that you gave me a chance.”
“Oh.”
That was odd. There was no ego in his voice, his demeanor. This wasn’t sly banter. This was the real Seth Rollins. Down to earth. Thoughtful. A little silly. Slightly unsure of the situation. Insanely sexy despite that lack of confidence or maybe because of it.
I took a deep breath. “Can I say, this is actually really awkward?”
He tilted his head in a thoughtful way. “Why?”
I fiddled with a ring on my finger as I spoke. “Because I thought it would be like in the movies. I would knock. You would open the door and without a word, pull me inside and kiss me against it.
“We would both be overcome with passion and you would take me right there as I stand, against the door, because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other and make it to the bed. Instead I’m gossiping about Dean in the lobby.”
I paused a beat.
“I feel like a awkward teenager who is home alone with her boyfriend for the first time, when I was acting like a wanton siren earlier this evening.”
“Come here, Princess.” Seth’s softly spoken commands always did me in. I did as I was commanded until he was just a touch away from me.
He caressed the soft skin of my cheek with his fingertips.“You’ve been robbed of your confidence by that asshole fiancé but none of what he says is true.”
The little touches Seth gave my body thrilled me. His fingers settled on my shoulders. Surprise, surprise. They stroked small circles against the curve there and it was like a direct arrow of pleasure to the center of my body. The initial touch made me crave more touches and in other places.
Seth continued. “You think its easy to keep my hands off you? That’s insane. I’ve been standing here this whole time trying to be respectful. Trying not to act like a degenerate frat boy when all I want to do is touch you everywhere. You have no clue the barely leashed restraint I am practicing right now. It’s like you’re everything I deny myself when I’m training to be seriously ripped. Imagine how hard it is resisting that temptation when its right in front of you.
I laughed. “So you’re saying I’m carbs.”
“Damn right you’re carbs. Fries, Brooklyn pizza, the delicious pasteles my dad makes only at Christmas. The most amazing sea salt caramel ice cream.
“Uh, caramel ice-cream is not a carb, Seth.”
“Yeah, but its still off limits during hard core training.”
“So if you’re saying I’m ice cream, you’re saying I’m sweet.”
He pulled me in closer for a embrace, wrapping his arms around my waist tight so I couldn’t get away. I realized why when he finished his comment.
“You’re also just a touch salty.”
“Seth! How dare you.” I punched his arm in false protest.
“But it’s true. It’s one of the things I like about you. You’re my favorite sea salt caramel ice cream. Salty and sweet.”
“And cold,” I lamented and frowned, remembering my ex fiancé’s words. I looked away from Seth. Maybe tonight wasn’t a good idea.
Seth placed his finger under my chin and turned it, forcing me to look into those deep set puppy dog eyes of his.
“More like irresistible. It’s the one thing I have to have on cheat day.”
That instantly put me at ease. I brightened. “So basically you’re saying I’m a cheat day.”
He had the grace to look sheepish. “Yeah. You’re my cheat day and damn it I’m going to enjoy it.”
And with that he kissed me. His lips drifting from my lips to the long column of my throat and then to my collarbone just as he had done in the elevator. And just like last time, at that point I was lost. All rational thought gone from my head once again.
“Well you should enjoy it.” Now it was time for my hands to do the touching. They landed on his hips and stroked his outer thigh. “You work very hard in the gym with that CrossFit cult you are a part of, CrossFit Jesus.”
“Yeah, well I’m very proud of it. The training, not the nickname. I’ve worked hard and I get results. See for yourself.”
Seth took my hand and placed it over his pecs. With his fingers encircling my wrist, he controlled where my hand went. He put the palm of my hand over his abs.
“Feel there. Rock solid.” He looked at me intently as he tugged my hand lower, dipping lightly into the indentation of his belly button, hovering over the drawstrings of his shorts before placing my hand and it’s seeking fingers over his sex.
“See there. Also rock solid. So you can’t say I’m not affected by you because I didn’t ravish you like some pirate in a romance novel when you came in. Especially when all I want for you to do is stroke me. I’ve thought about it all night.”
Hearing that was my undoing. My confidence seemed to grow with every word Seth said to me. Words softly spoken yet firmly believed. My heart opened, flowered and finally bloomed. I wanted to believe. Just once, I wanted to believe that things were different. That we could be happy with romance and relationship and not just sensuality and sex.
“Well I’m happy to help you out,” I said.
I moistened my palm with my mouth before taking him in my hand inside his shorts. He was so incredibly hard. My fingers touched and stroked, caressed his length all while my eyes held his.
Seth leaned into my touch. His hands, not surprisingly, made their way back to my shoulders. The moans that escaped his mouth spurred me on and increased my confidence. He was really getting into it, telling me what he liked and I was oh so happy to do what he asked for.
“The shorts are in the way. Take them off,” I instructed. I felt powerful as Seth complied with my request.
And then Seth was before me, completely naked. It was glorious. My breath caught in my throat as I took him in from head to toe.
I took him in both hands now, steepling my fingers over his length.
“Those uhm, photos did not do you justice Seth, you know that right?”
“I’m not the best photographer,” he whispered in confession.
His voice seemed labored. I felt proud of the effect I had on him.
I licked my lips. I wanted to taste him. I started to drop to my knees but he stopped me.
“No. Tonight is about you. I need to see you come undone, Princess. To lose control. To recognize there is nothing cold about you when it comes to sex. There’s only heat, passion, intensity and best of all pleasure.”
I needed him to touch me, to place his body against mine.
As always, he seemed to anticipate my needs.
He gave me just a glimmer of naughtiness before he spoke. “Against the door Princess. Just like you said earlier.”
He stepped forward, which made me step back against the door. It was happening. It was finally happening.
I started to pull my top up to take it off but he put his hand up. “Nope. Leave it on.”
“But you’re naked and I’m fully dressed.”
“I know. I like that. That’s how I want it.”
The mischievous way Seth was acting was causing my body havoc. My heart was racing now.
He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me deeply, turning my head to get the angle he wanted. I let him take control of the situation.
When we finally came up for air, he rested his forehead against mine. The door against my back felt cold which was good because the rest of my body was heating up quickly.
Seth pulled my shirt up over my breasts, filling his hands with each one. He grinned. “A perfect fit. Just as I imagined.”
He lavished attention on each breast, tugging at each nipple. They hardened instantly as his tongue covered them. I cried out his name, begging for I know not what. Then he was trailing kisses between my breasts. His beard tickling my skin. I purred at his touch.
And then things ratcheted up. Seth’s hands undid the zip on my jeans. His fingers slipping inside the soft fabric to cup my sex, and then they were dipping inside me. I arched into his seeking fingers, bringing them deeper. His fingers worked magic on me while he took my mouth roughly in a kiss that I did not want to end.
Then with a wicked gleam in his eye, Seth brought his fingers back up to his lips. They were wet, glistening with my juices. He sucked one and offered the other to me. I licked and sucked at his finger. Somehow it was the most erotic moment I had ever shared with a lover. Greedily I wanted more of those moments, but only with Seth.
The corners of his mouth turned upward slyly. “You like that Princess?”
“Y-yes,” I managed to say in a stuttering breath. “More. Please.”
He dipped his fingers inside again, wetting them before he played with my clit. I lost my breath then, my orgasm beginning to build rapidly. And then cruelly Seth took his fingers away.
“No, no, no. Please, Seth.”
“Tell me what you want, Princess.”
I pouted. “You. I want you. Please Seth.”
He lifted me up against the door and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist.
“You sure?”
I nodded. “Yes. Yes. Please, Seth. Don’t tease me.”
“Never. Not when we’re together like this.”
And with that he joined us together and it was such a glorious feeling, I felt physically and emotionally changed in that one instant I felt him buried deep inside me. Seth was mine. All mine. Finally!
It was so good to feel him in such a intimate way. We both worked to keep a good pace and rhythm, lost to everything around us as we grabbed at each other. I wrapped my arms around Seth’s neck, indulging in my fantasy of letting his hair down. It was so soft between my fingers as it settled around his shoulders.
We were so caught up in the moment of giving and receiving pleasure. He nipped at my shoulders again with his teeth and I couldn’t help but glow with happiness at the pleasure he took from doing so.
And then I came undone by something so simple, it threw me. Seth moaned my name. My actual name. He didn’t call me princess. It was my name that fell from his lips. Hearing it in his rough, labored voice was the most seductive thing I had ever heard.
There were moans by both of us, lots of salty sweat glistening on our skin, some grunting, even a bit of a giggle on my part as his beard tickled me again. I was fascinated by the cleft chin Seth had, hidden by that sexy beard and I couldn’t help touching it.
It was obvious we were both lost to the moment. So much so we were both straining to breathe.
My trembling limbs clung to him. I couldn’t resist swiveling my hips, and then arching against his hard, muscled body to drive him deeper. My orgasm, which was already threatening to end this ride, began to build inside me, growing stronger with each of Seth’s movements. Sensing I was close, Seth increased his pace until suddenly I was shuddering against him.
The power and intensity of the orgasm was overwhelming and the pleasure I felt at the hands of this incredible man only increased that intensity.
No no no no no. I wanted to hold off this orgasm. I wanted to keep Seth connected to me. This couldn’t end. Once it was over that was it. I could only allow myself one night with Seth when I wanted much more than that.
“No. Oh no. Oh no,” Seth gritted.
Although I was spent, I perked up at hearing his distress. “What? What’s wrong?”
He winced in pain. His eyes were squeezed shut.
“Leg cramp,” he groaned as his leg buckled and we tumbled to the carpeted floor of the hotel room.
We disentangled from each other. I looked down at Seth as he continued to wince and stretch his left leg.
“Oh my God Seth, are you okay? Tell me what I should do.”
I immediately thought of his career. He could not take another injury just when he was finally having some momentum again.
Then I realized I may need to get help and here was Seth splayed naked on the hotel floor. Surely the WWE medical staff was in the same hotel. That would be quicker than calling an ambulance, right? How on earth could I find them in this hotel? And how could I explain this accident without it becoming the story of the decade?
The pain on his face eased. Seth shook out his leg. “I’m okay. My leg just went numb and gave out.”
He covered his eyes with the back of his hand. It was obvious he couldn’t look at me. “It’s just my pride that’s injured.”
“Oh Seth.”
Once I knew he was okay I couldn’t help but laugh. We were both laying flat on the floor and I looked over to Seth who was still completely naked and embarrassed as hell.
“Okay. The last thing I need right now is pity.” He still couldn’t look at me.
I got angry at that accusation. “Don’t you dare say that after you gave me the most exciting sex I’ve ever had. I’m laughing at both of us in this situation. Not just you. I thought I was going to have to grab the WWE medical staff or call 9-1-1.”
He shuddered at that.
I poked him in the chest to try and raise his mood. “You have to admit it’s pretty funny.”
“Not from where I’m sitting, well laying down.” He finally uncovered his eyes and looked at me. “I ruined it for you. I wanted this first time to be perfect.”
I huffed at that. “I’m not some timid virgin.”
Although I had been acting like a unsure inexperienced teenager when I arrived here. The damage my fiancé did with a handful of words still rang in my head. Apparently it did in Seth’s too. He wanted to undo that hurt and I had to admit it made me care for him all the more. Then suddenly my own insecurities did rear their ugly heads.
“Oh my God, Seth. You didn’t come. Damn it.”
I shook my head. My fiancé was right. I was useless in bed.
Incredible how our roles were reversed in mere moments. Now I was the one who needed reassurance. Seth rolled onto his side closer to me. He reached out and stroked my brow. The touch of his hand was almost unbearable in its tenderness. “Babe, I told you, tonight was about you.”
“But ….”
He didn’t let me finish. He kissed me instead. “There’s nothing cold about you, Princess. You have thoroughly satisfied this Iowa farm boy. Sex wasn’t actually needed for you to do that you know.
“I think the opposite of what that asshole said is actually true. You are a very warm blooded sexy as hell female. Maybe he couldn’t really keep up or maybe he couldn’t tempt you fully.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe I am just more of a temptation. You know I am irresistible.”
“So I have heard,” I replied, rolling my eyes.
There were so many truths that Seth hit upon in his statement, it was all too much to unpack. So I focused on the silly thing to make this conversation light.
“You’re not a farm boy, Kingslayer.”
He looked a bit sheepish. “Maybe I did not specifically grow up on a farm per se but I did grow up surrounded by them. And corn fields.”
“Mmm. I still think you are as much of a farm boy as I am a princess.”
I paused a moment.
“And maybe we were both a bit reckless tonight,” I said, looking at his leg. “We just wanted each other so badly.”
“I still do.” He admitted.
I felt like blushing which was insane seeing how Seth and I had been as intimate as possible just a few minutes ago. “Me too.”
Seth stood up and then helped me up too. That magnificent body still was irresistible. But tonight that body was not off limits. Nor was the man. Just for tonight.
“So round two?” I inquired.
“Yes but first, bath time. You and me together.”
“That sounds fun.”
“Good.”
He picked me up and carried me to the bathroom.
“Whatever you do you can’t tell anyone about me dropping you during sex. Especially not Dean. He would never let me live it down. There will be endless jokes about how I injured myself in the ring and now I’m injuring myself in bed with beautiful women.”
“We weren’t in bed.”
“I know.”
I sighed. “There goes my dream of having real standing sex with you without any pesky supports like walls or doors.”
I lowered my voice to a confessional whisper. “You know your thighs are to me what my shoulders are to you. I just want to touch them and worship them with my mouth. Those tight, shiny ring pants you wear are totally my kryptonite. I have all sorts of fantasies about peeling them off you backstage.”
Seth swore low. “You are killing me you know. When you talk like that.”He paused. “Look, just promise me you won’t tell anyone about our little fall tonight.”
I put my hand up as if I was taking a sacred oath. “I promise.”
He hugged me a little tighter in his arms. “Good girl.”
The endearment seemed odd from Seth, as I had no intention of being a good girl around him, especially not tonight.
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She was mine. Finally.
All it took was one year apart after we met at the Connor’s Cure event, her broken engagement and an insane night on Raw. But she was in my bed and she was mine.
I am by no means bragging of a conquest here. Seth Rollins doesn’t need to do that and especially not in this situation. I wanted to protect her if anything. The problem was the person I should be protecting her from was me.
And now was the awkward part. After all the pleasure (and there was a lot more of it on both sides – that bath got us dirtier rather than cleaner) it was time for the awkward goodbyes. This is the time I usually hate. Not because I’m clingy but sometimes the women can be. It’s always hard to find a way to let a girl down easy and make it very clear this is a one time thing.
Only I didn’t want a one night thing this time. One night was not enough. I couldn’t let my princess go.
And that thought made me remember my dream once we had finally gotten to bed after the bath. I dream a lot. Mostly because I’m so damn tired from throwing my body around the ring that I’m knocked out the moment my head hits the pillow.
But tonight was different. I was keyed up. The dream wasn’t anything too crazy. I wasn’t standing in my underwear in the hallway of my high school or anything.
I was in the ring. Alone. I was holding up a title belt. In that way that happens with dreams, I knew it was important but I also couldn’t tell which belt it was.
Anyway, my princess was there at the ring apron. But she didn’t look happy. Oh she was when I finally took down my opponent for a three count but now that I held that thick leather belt up high she looked sad.
And then I realized why. I had to make a choice. The belt or her. I went out of my mind thrashing about in the ring, railing against the forces making me choose. I could hear the commentators talking about the decision I had to make. I couldn’t give either one up.
And then before I knew it, the choice was out of my hands. Braun Strowman, that huge mountain of a man came out of nowhere, scooped her up over his shoulder and carried her off. And she was gone. Just like that.
The belt didn’t feel good in my hand anymore but I still didn’t want to let it go. Then I must have gone back to a dreamless state. It was always best not to think on these things too closely and what the hell they mean.
And now I was wide awake but pretending to sleep because I had to figure out our goodbye moment.
To hell with it. I opened my eyes and turned over in bed only to find it empty. The sheets were mussed, the pillow still warm. I realized with some alarm the room was very quiet. I got up out of bed and stalked over to the bathroom. Empty.
She was gone.
She left me! I looked over to the desk because surely there was a goodbye note. A ‘let’s meet for breakfast’ scrawled on the hotel notepad.
Or maybe she texted me. I fished my phone out of my jeans pocket but there was just a text from Dean raging about lazy concierges and a text from Sasha asking me to breakfast with her, Bayley and Cesaro.
I sat down on the edge of the bed. I couldn’t believe it. My princess left me.
It was a feeling I hated. Being left behind. Not being wanted. And it had happened so many times I lost count. My biological dad when my parents got divorced. Then there was coming home to find my fiancée gone and having taken Kevin and the other dogs with her when I fucked up so royally. And then again when my last girlfriend left.
There is just something about coming home to an empty house and finding that person and everything that represented them being gone that hurt more than being on the receiving end of multiple suplexes from Lesnar.
And now this. Surely there was some mistake. She went to change her clothes or something.
There was a knock on the door and relief ran through me.
I threw on a pair of shorts in case it was Sasha or Bayley coming to get me for breakfast.
I was instead surprised to find the one and only Triple H on my door, already in a hand cut, tailored suit. He held up a expensive tablet. It showed a photo of me and my runaway princess kissing in the bar last night.
“So what are we doing about this Seth?”
I looked at him like he was crazy. “Are you serious, Trips? It was just a kiss. The company is policing superstars sharing a kiss with a girl in public. Come on. There would be no one left on the roster.”
The huff Trips let out made me know my argument wasn’t going to fly. He came inside my hotel room and shut the door.
“I wish it was as simple as that Seth.” He scrolled down the Hollywood gossip site and hit play on a video. I felt my heart drop to my stomach when I realized what I was watching.
It was a grainy, black and white video from last night. In the elevator. When it was stopped.
“Shit.” The embarrassment I felt soon turned to fury.
I didn’t give a damn about me. I shredded my reputation years ago but I was concerned for her. The gossip magazines would have a field day with it and she was already so sensitive to their slights.
“Who released this? I want to curb stomp them into next week.”
Trips nodded. “My thoughts exactly. I would like to pedigree them myself.”
“We have to come up with a response, Seth and soon. Publicity has already gotten a number of interview requests for both of you. They want statements from the happy couple as well as from corporate.” He cleared his throat. “Doesn’t help that your uh, partner in all this has already left Miami. Checked out an hour ago. It would have been nice to do a joint statement.”
I looked at the clock. It was barely 8 am. She really did run out on me! I suddenly felt very cold.
I sat down on the edge of the bed. A horrible thought knocking about in my head. “Do you think she was involved in releasing that?” I asked, pointing to the video still going on the tablet. It wasn’t a crazy question. Sadly, I knew that from experience.
Trips shook his head. “Absolutely not. Once we found out about the video being released, the corporation looked into both it and the release of the picture. The photo was sent in by a guest here. They got $25,000 for the photo and a story about the two of you being cozy at the bar and sharing several kisses.”
“Damn!”
“The elevator video was trickier but we found it to be a member of the elevator maintenance crew who sold it for $100,000. We asked for the entire elevator maintenance crew to be fired as a precaution in case they were sharing that windfall.”
I just blinked at that. I knew first hand how serious WWE was at protecting their interests. They had a army of lawyers poised and at the ready.
“No one messes with the corporation,” Trips continued. “Besides the hotel chain realized that our rooms contract with them was more important than a employee who is violating the rights of guests.”
Trips continued. “We would have caught the elevator video this morning only those bastards acted fast.”
“How would you have found out?”
“We review all the security elevator videos the night after a stay by our superstars. It’s standard procedure. We call it the Enzo Protocol.
Realization dawned. “Oh yeah. I remember that incident between Enzo and the two strippers and the Waffle House waitress that happened in the elevator. Crazy, man. Just crazy.”
I scrunched my eyes shut a moment in frustration as I continued to think about the scrutiny this video and picture would cause. Damn it, why couldn’t I have kept things under control with her until we were alone? I’d failed at protecting her.
Hell, come to think of it we were so crazy we didn’t even think of protection before we had sex. What if there was a baby as a result of last night? Honestly it wouldn’t be so bad. I secretly loved kids. But would she think that? Did she like kids? Did she want to have them? All things we didn’t bother talking about when we were too busy thinking only about the physical.
Trips pulled me back to our present situation. “So I take it this thing between you two is not serious, Seth.”
“I don’t know, honestly.”
“Okay. So my initial question stands. What should we do?”
I sounded like a broken record.
“I don’t know, honestly.”
He let out a frustrated breath. I knew that sound to mean Trips was on the verge of being unhappy with my responses in a very vocal way.
“Look son, do you want to announce that this relationship is a thing? Because it’s running away from you and the young lady pretty quick here.” He pointed to the tablet.
“If I say I don’t know again will you pedigree me right here in my hotel room?”
Trips laughed. “Okay. That tells me everything. And since your lady has left us in the lurch for a official response to this scandal here, we will have to figure out what to do ourselves.”
“And what is that?”
“Seth, what have I told you repeatedly in wrestling and in life?”
“That there’s always a plan B?”
“Yes, son. There’s always a plan B.”
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