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| MissKillALot | August 1, 2012, 3:56 pm Post #1 |
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So, this is my favorite and longest fanfic so far. It's obviously about pro wrestler CM Punk and his buddy Colt Cabana has a good part in it as well. English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes I make. If you're interested in my fiction you can find it right here (on the right side there's a menu with a link to all stories. I've also written a James one shot in a mid-of-the-night very depressive session, which is also there. Also, I am on FanFiction.net, but they've been giving me a hard time about the James one shot, which I therefore had to delete. I'm currently at chapter 21, but I'm posting them here over some time. All at once would just be too much ;) I hope you'll like it and I'd be glad to get any feedback you wanna give ![]() Prologue I’ve always done everything the ‘right’ way. Go to school, get good grades, graduate, learn a job, get a job, work. And I was ok with it. But somehow, pretty early, at the age of 21, I got bored of it. So, three months ago I quit my job, sold everything I didn’t necessarily need and bought a one-way ticket to Miami, Florida, USA. All I took with me was one suitcase, plus a bag, a handbag, my laptop and my acoustic guitar. With the money I earned from selling some old stuff, including my car, and some I saved over the past two years, I bought a car in Miami, a beautiful ’67 Ford Mustang convertible, and planned on going on a road trip through the US. I knew that eventually I had to stay in one place for some time and get a job to earn some more money, but I planned on doing this in LA or Phoenix at the earliest. But somehow, I got stuck in Chicago, Illinois. Chicago is a city with personality. Not that typical Broadway or Walk of Fame kind of ‘hey, look at me’ city. There were rats in the subways and there was dirt here and there. It wasn’t filthy, but it looked like people actually lived here. Why am I writing ‘here’? It’s because I am still in Chicago the moment I am writing this. I liked Chicago. I got a small room, complete with furniture and a job at a comic book store pretty easily, so I stuck around for a while. The job was great. I love comic books, with the X-Men being my favourites, and the moment the store owner realized that I knew what I was talking about, I was hired. What? You’re bored of me telling my not so adventurous travel stories? Oh, believe me, it gets better! I loved my time here! I worked just as much to pay my rent, food and some books (I even got 50% off comic books!) and just enjoyed my life. The only thing missing was a man. Jogging through Millennium Park I saw this one guy from time to time. Tall, dark-haired, tattooed down to his hands, nice beard and, judging by his omni-existent headphones, a music-lover, just like me. But you know how it is, I was simply too shy to say a word to him. My English was quite good, but even in my native language I had problems talking to attractive men, so don’t even start to ask me what it would be like in English. I found myself developing a serious crush on him, coming to Millennium Park more and more often, even to read books or comics or just listen to music. And sometimes, not often, maybe once in one or two weeks, I got lucky and saw him running past the bench or the patch of grass I was sitting on, or running past me. I’ve just started running here in Chicago, so I wasn’t too fast, but really, he was fast as hell! One day, while I was reading ‘Fear Itself’ (a comic book), I could’ve sworn that he looked at me for a split second, but the moment was over so soon that thinking about it at night, I wasn’t so sure about it anymore. But I couldn’t help myself either, but to spend most of the beautiful summer days down in Millennium Park, waiting for Base Cap Guy (that’s what I decided to call him) to pass me by. But he didn’t come. For three weeks I was waiting for him, looking for him all over Millennium Park, but I never saw him. Did he think I stalked him? Was I that bad? Like, really? Just those thoughts alone almost made me go mad. I never met him, or even so much as talked one word with him, but still somehow, for some sick reason (it had to be sick, right?) I really missed him, his presence, seeing him. The fourth week however, should make up for everything. I already gave up on seeing him again and decided to move on with my road trip, so I signed up for full shifts at the comic book store, to earn a little more money for the next few thousand miles. You know, I’m usually not one to believe in coincidences, but what else could this have been? I don’t believe in fate either. But there he was: Base Cap Guy, standing in MY comic book store (well, the store I worked at) going through the new arrivals. Edited by MissKillALot, August 1, 2012, 3:59 pm.
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| MissKillALot | August 1, 2012, 4:00 pm Post #2 |
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Chapter 1 I couldn’t help but admire his looks. His shirt that was just a little too tight around his biceps and pecs, tight enough for me to acknowledge that both his nipples were pierced (yummy!). His straight, dark-brown hair was hanging kind of loose around his face, just long enough to reach to his cheekbones, under which the facial hair was growing thick and brown and perfect. His greenish-brown eyes were gleaming like a little boy’s when he found a stack of limited Brubaker comics. His boyish smirk was so adorable I just wanted to press my lips against his thin, pierced lips. Wait? What? Did I just really think that? Seriously? What was wrong with me? Oh, well, it was kind of long since my last guy… And to be honest, you don’t really meet the lookers at a comic book store of all places! My thoughts trailed off to the guy who asked me on a date the day before and I shuddered. “Are you alright?” A deep male voice tore me out of my day dreams, or rather my nightmare. “Eww! Yeah….wait…what?” I turned around to help my customer and was a little taken aback when I found myself face to face with HIM, Base Cap Guy, who was leaning over the counter, so our faces were only two or three inches apart. He had a worried look on his. “Is everything alright? You seem a little… grossed out. Am I THAT ugly?” He laughed a beautiful laugh, an honest one, one that made little wrinkles around his eyes visible, which just made him more likeable. He looked as if he laughed a lot. I faltered. “Yeah, I’m… Sorry, erm, how can I help you?” “Can you tell me?” “What? What should I tell you?” “What question to ask first; I have so many on my mind.” “Like what? When will we get the new Brubaker? It’s not out until the end of September. I’m desperately waiting for it myself!” “No, actually… Ok, that’s cool! I never met a girl who likes Brubaker, or even knows of him or likes more about comic books than what Hugh Jackman made of Wolverine for that matter.” “Yeah, they really should’ve kept to the comics. No one seems to know that Wolverine was not topless all the time in those…” “Yeah, so true… See, the thing is, I actually can’t decide whether to ask for your name or a date first. What do you think would be the right way?” Saaaaay WHAT? Ok, what to do, what to do? Stay cool, girl, stay cool, just answer his questions. “Well, erm…” I muttered. Oh God, please not, not with him. Get yourself together! NOW! “Sorry, I’m just a little startled.” I flashed a shy smile at him. One of those which came naturally, but you just secretly know that most guys like them, even though you would never admit that you know that. “Well, I don’t know the right way, so I’ll just tell you that I’m Sabrina and I’d be glad to go on a date with you.” “Great!” Wow, what a smile… “Will you be at the park tomorrow? Say, about 2pm?” “Wait! How…? Oh… Erm, yeah, sure, I’ll be there! Meet at the Cycle Centre?” “See you tomorrow then.” And with one last smirk he went out the door, the tinkling bells ringing in my ears. It took me a minute to realize that I had another customer waiting. “Done daydreaming now, are we? I want those Brubaker limited editions! How much are they?” I saw that Base Cap Guy (what the heck was his name?) left the comics on the counter, but thinking of his gleaming eyes when he saw them, I was sure that he just forgot them (isn’t that just cute?). “Sorry, they’re already sold. Can I help you with anything else?” “A crappy shit hole this is! Need to fuck the clerk to get your stuff!” “Sir, I need you to leave now, please.” Wow, it was really tough to stay calm, but really, what could I do? I was lucky he left when I asked him to. |
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| MissKillALot | August 1, 2012, 6:58 pm Post #3 |
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Chapter 2 The next day came and I was almost shocked at how calm I was. He seemed so cool and we just met at a park that I felt jeans shorts and a t-shirt were ok with him. Completely relaxed I hopped on the bus to Millennium Park. Of course, typically me, I arrived 25 minutes early. I was never late, not one minute. I’d rather be an hour early than two minutes too late. And there I was. Standing there, probably looking utterly stupid and desperate and I would be for the next 23 minutes. So, to at least do anything at all, I plugged my earphones into my iPhone and played Refused’s ‘The Shape of Punk to Come’ record. I tapped my foot to the beat and silently moved my lips along with Dennis Lyxzén’s screaming of ‘New Noise’: “We lack motion! When the day is over – hey – the doors are locked on us. Money buys the access and we can’t pay the cost. And how can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice? We need new noise…” That was when suddenly one of my earplugs was torn from my ear and next to me someone was completing the lyrics, singing into my ear: “…new art for the real people!” I turned around, and there he was – smirking at me. “Really? Is Cabana playing a trick on me again?” he asked me. What the hell was going on? And that’s what I asked him. “What the fuck are you talking about? And what the hell is Cabana? Some kinda drug? Are you stoned or something?” And all he did was laugh at my obviously stupid face. But just when I was about get bitchy he stopped laughing and hugged me (yes, he really hugged me!!). “First of all: Hello!” “Hi. So what’s this Cabana?” I just couldn’t let this go. “Ugh, never mind, just a friend who always plays stupid tricks.” “But what does that have to do with me?” “Ah, well, you know… You like comic books, go to the park a lot and now I just had to find out you even like the same music as I do. I just thought like… Ah, you know what, just forget it! I’ve been silly!” And he laughed again, but this time not at me, but at himself. It was a sincere and honest laugh and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “So, what are we doing now?” I asked once I managed to stop laughing. “You’re not originally from Chicago, are you?” “Nah, I’m from Germany actually. I’ve just been here for a few months.” “How about we get bikes and I show you around the Chicago I know?” I agreed instantly. After all that was how you really got to know a city, country or culture: by spending time with people from there. After a three hour bike ride around the Windy City, Phil – yes, I finally got to know his name! – challenged me to a race. When I finally reached him at the finish I was completely winded, while he still smiled at me. Gosh, that guy was really fit! “You lost!” he yelled at me as I was getting closer. “That means that you have to go for dinner with me now!” Ok, that was a price I was willing to pay. “If you insist on it…” I was playing along a little, a small wink with my eye and his answering smile indicating that it was all just a joke. “Oh look!” An overly exaggerated surprised look spread across his face. “I can’t believe we’re right in front of my favourite pizza place!” I looked up and saw that we were indeed standing in front of a pizza restaurant, a flashing sign announcing that it was “open” and another red sign above the door read “Ian’s”. Even though I always knew which pizza I’d eat – just cheese and tomato sauce – I took a look at the menu. “Look at that!” I exclaimed. “What kinda names for pizzas are these? ‘The GTS’ or ‘Anaconda Vice’! I like this place already! It’s fun!” Phil just bowed his head and smiled silently, a reaction I couldn’t really understand. I expected an answer or explanation of some kind. The people around us were curiously looking over to our table, just something else that startled me. I was almost glad when we left the place. The pizza was fantastic, but it was somehow strange around there. It was a silent ride back to Millennium Park. At the Cycle Centre was the first time he spoke since offering to pay at Ian’s Pizza. “Sorry, for being so weird back there. It’s just… Sometimes, you know, it’s like strange to be around that place, or other places in Chicago for that matter. I promise I’ll explain it to you later. That is, if you give me the chance to explain?!” I considered playing with his insecurity for a moment, but then decided otherwise. “Of course you’ll get the chance! I’d love to see you again sooner rather than later!” “Well, I’m away for work for a few days now and I’ll only be back on Tuesday. How about going to the movies Tuesday night? ‘Avengers’ is out this week.” “Can’t say no to this, can I?” I smiled at him and as my bus arrived gave him a peck on the cheek to say goodbye. |
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| MissKillALot | August 1, 2012, 6:59 pm Post #4 |
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Chapter 3 The days until Tuesday seemed to last forever. Our pizza date left so many questions for Phil to answer and I couldn’t wait to hear his explanation. But most of all I couldn’t wait to see him again. The little crush I thought I developed while still watching him at the park now manifested itself inside of me. Now that I talked to him once there was nothing I’d rather do all of the time. Tuesday eventually came and I had to realize that I knew nothing about him except his name. I didn’t have a cell number or anything and neither did he. So how should we meet tonight? Angry at myself for my stupidity I went to the comic book store for a short shift. The store was unusually crowded and I blamed it on the new arrivals that were due today. Just a second after I stepped behind the counter a guy came up to me. He was tall, broad-shouldered and a little chubby. He looked nice. “Hi, how can I help you?” “Are you Sabrina?” I nodded. “Phil sent me. He wanted me to give this to you.” He handed me a little card. I didn’t open it just yet, but put it into my jeans’ back pocket. “You know, he’s really fond of you and I see why. So, I guess we’ll see each other more often now. I’m Scott. Punk just calls me Cabana though.” Punk? Was this Phil’s nickname? “Cabana, yeah, the drug. I see.” I laughed at his puzzled face. Of course he had no idea what I was talking about, so we were even. “See you soon, Sabrina.” He went to the door and I yelled after him: “Bye Scotty!” It was a hard day at the store and I almost forgot about the little card in my pocket. When I was ready to say goodbye to my boss I took the first look at it. It simply read: “Meet me at the comic book store at 6:30. Phil” I looked at clock behind the counter and had to realize that it was already 6:20. No time left for me to change. I was dressed casually as always: jeans and a pink shirt, which was not so usual for me, that stated “Edge” on the front and had crossed lipsticks on the back. Straight Edge. I used the remaining ten minutes to check my hair and make-up in the bathroom. I took my hair out of its ponytail and reapplied a little lipstick. And then it was already 6:30. The shop door opened and in came the man, formerly known as Base Cap Guy. A smile spread across my face as soon as I saw his. There wasn’t a single feeling of doubt how to greet each other. We hugged and I just felt so comfortable in his presence. He took my hand and with that we were off to the movies. Once there he bought the tickets and a huge box of popcorn for us, Pepsi for himself and orangeade for me. Looking for our seats we had to realize that we had a lovers’ seat, with no armrest between us. I still think he did this on purpose though he would never admit it. Instead he would just smile at me and say nothing, which was enough for me. The movie was great and I was glad that he wasn’t one to make his move during a movie. I just really wanted to see this one. Though I gotta say that he was quite jealous at the way I looked at Thor sometimes. But after all I was sitting here with him and he had his arm around me, not some hammer swinging super hero / God from outer space. We sat down in a small booth in the cinema’s bar afterwards and just talked a little. “So, Thor, huh?” he asked me, obviously not too happy about it, but still trying to hide it. “Nah, he has nothing on you of course!” I told him and planted a small peck on his cheek. I think I convinced him. “But really, I see that that guy has some super hero pretty boy attitude about him, but how can you use the same actor for two different super heroes? I mean, hello, Captain America and the Human Torch? They can’t tell me no one’s realized that stupidity!” He agreed and our chatting went on for a while until he pointed at my chest, asking “So, what about that?” “About what?” I spat at him almost a little embarrassed and pissed. He just started laughing and that didn’t really help my anger. “I’m sorry! It’s just… You should’ve seen your face! I was talking about your shirt, dum dum!” Well, now I really was embarrassed! “It’s just a shirt, why?” “You’re straight edge, are you?” “Umm, yeah, I’ve been for a few years now. You know about that stuff?” Without a word he took my hand and used it to lift his shirt. Well, that was one hell of a flat stomach, but a lot more interesting were the words “Straight Edge” that were tattooed all over it. “You too? Wow… I know it’s cliché, but where do you come from and where the hell have you been all the time?” I laughed. “I could ask you the same question, you know. You’re straight edge, you like comic books, you have a great taste in music, you have beautiful tattoos and just look at you… You’re beautiful!” I looked down at my knees to hide my increasing blushing, but I wasn’t successful as he cupped my face with one hand and turned me to face him. He then leaned in and kissed me. Just a short kiss, eyes closed, but no tongue. Sweet and beautiful. When we were back at his car instead of asking me where I lived he drove over to Millennium Park where we spent some more time talking. Only now he was sitting on a bench while I was lying on it with my head resting in his lap. It was already 2am when we finally headed back to the car and then towards the apartment hotel where I lived. He brought me to my door, making sure that he got my number this time and promised to call me the next day. I had the day off, so I agreed. And so our second date ended with one last kiss and I waved him goodbye as he drove off. |
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| MissKillALot | August 1, 2012, 6:59 pm Post #5 |
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Chapter 4 When I woke the next morning, or rather noon, at 11am first thing I checked was my mobile phone. It already showed a new text message: “What about some swimming today? I could pick you up at 2.” I thought about it. I wasn’t too much into swimming, but the idea of seeing him in trunks only was too tempting to say no after I had already seen his stomach. “Sorry, was still asleep. I’m in! But today’s my turn to drive. Text me your address and I’ll be there at 2.” I had this wonderful car standing in the hotel’s parking lot, so I wanted to drive it. He answered quickly and after a quick shower and some breakfast / lunch at the hotel’s restaurant I was ready to go. I made my way over to Wicker Park. It wasn’t even a ten minute drive, so of course, as always, I was there too early. I used the remaining time to take in my surroundings. Phil’s apartment was located right over a tattoo shop. What a surprise! It was a nice street and I was pretty impressed by the huge window front of the house. While looking around I was suddenly grabbed from behind and couldn’t suppress a tiny scream, though in the same moment I realized it had to be Phil. I turned around and saw him laughing. I hugged him and while I did so told him “Don’t ever do that again!” With those words I took the base cap from his head and placed it on mine, running from him to my car. But he was so much faster than me that he caught up with me after only a few steps. Again he grabbed me from behind only this time I turned around and kissed him. Being with him felt so normal, so easy. I didn’t think about what step to take next or whether I should kiss him or not. Everything just happened by itself. It was the most comfortable feeling in the world. We soon arrived at the indoor swimming pool and different from what my body might have wanted me to do we took separate changing cubicles. I was wearing a red and blue striped strapless bikini and I must admit that I felt pretty damn comfortable in it. Ever since I started working out a little more and started running I felt completely at ease with my body. I liked it. But when Phil came out of his cubicle I simply didn’t know what to look at. I mean, I had a good impression that he was gonna have a good body even though I only saw him in his shirts, but he exceeded my expectations by far. His tattooed chest was strong and muscular, as were his arms. His stomach was as flat as can be and I wasn’t mistaken when I first thought that his nipples were pierced. He seemed to have followed my looks and flashed a smile at me and then said something that for a short time led to some kind of strange silence between us. “We make a really hot couple, don’t you think?” Of course I felt the same, but the word ‘couple’ was one that I didn’t expect to hear for some time, but there it was, hanging in the air between us as heavy as an anchor down in the sea. Even though it felt like an eternity, when I finally regained my ability to speak I’m sure it was only a couple of awkward seconds that have passed. “We sure do.” I simply told him, which was enough to make a lot of things a lot clearer between us. |
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| MissKillALot | August 1, 2012, 7:00 pm Post #6 |
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Chapter 5 Swimming with Phil was a lot of fun. We weren’t really swimming, but were actually just fooling around. As I said I’m not too comfortable with water, so I was a little scared when he asked me to go on a water slide with him. Who am I kidding? I was scared as fuck! But Phil knew that something was wrong, even though I tried to hide it from him, and he assured me that he was going to keep me safe. Other guys told me the same before and I never went with them, but this time I felt safe and after the first shock was gone I actually enjoyed the ride. Especially since I was sitting in between Phil’s legs, who had his arms wrapped around me, pressing me tightly to him. Back down in the pool he lifted me into the air to celebrate with me and then he kissed me. But it wasn’t a kiss like we kissed before. It was more passionate and urging. We wanted and we needed each other. We were suddenly interrupted by the pool attendant who asked us to leave the facility. Nothing easier than that in this situation. To make sure we didn’t do anything out of the ordinary while still there we went to separate cubicles again, but came out a lot faster this time. Still a little wet I was soaking through my clothes, which I obviously chose a little unwisely. My skinny white shirt was clinging to me and was pretty much see-through now. But I didn’t care. I made the way back to Phil’s apartment in less than ten minutes, which must’ve been some sort of a record. He told me to park in his garage. As soon as we stepped into the elevator our lips collided again. We almost forgot to get off of it when we arrived at his apartment. Once we were in the kitchen he lifted me up and sat me onto the counter. Our faces were now level with each other and I looked him deep into his eyes, before hastily lifting his shirt over his head. Seeing his body was one thing, but actually touching it, feeling the warmth radiating from it was something entirely different. While I stroke my fingernails along his spine he continued kissing me and cupped my breast through my shirt. But he shook his head and quickly removed my shirt. From his pushing his entire body against mine my small skirt was already up to my hips, so I could feel through his shorts that Phil was ready to go. In unison I removed his pants and boxers while he slid down my panties. One more look of his, a small nod by me and a condom between us and he was inside of me, carefully going deeper and deeper. We were clinging to each other as tightly as possible while he pushed in and pulled back out over and over again. I came just before he did. Feeling our passion for each other concentrated in this one moment was overwhelming. I couldn’t stop smiling until he kissed me again and then lifted me up and carried me to his bedroom. We just lay there for some time, kissing and exploring each others’ body. We both took our time to take in each others’ tattoos until I finally fell asleep with my head resting on his chest. The last thing I remembered that night was the kiss he planted on my forehead and the words “You’re so unbelievably beautiful.” |
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| MissKillALot | August 1, 2012, 7:00 pm Post #7 |
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Chapter 6 I woke up, taking in my surroundings and it took me a while to notice where I was and why I woke up. When I did I picked up what had been thrown at me and took a sleepy-eyed look at it, slowly realizing that it was my shirt. The shirt I wore to my date the swimming pool. The date after which I went home with Phil, had sex with him in his kitchen and then went to sleep in his bedroom after he carried me there. Something else went flying through the air, passed me slightly and I felt someone – Phil – stir in the bed next to me. “Cabana – what the…? Can’t I even get enough sleep when I’m NOT on the road? I thought we tal-…” He stopped talking when he realized that I was lying next to him, moving my gaze from him to Scott who was standing at the door and back again. The at first disoriented look, I’m sure I must have still had a few moments ago, vanished from Phil’s face. He looked at me, smiled and planted a kiss on my lips. “Good morning, babe.” he said, before focusing back on Scott. “And you, Cabana, OUT!” he yelled and threw a pillow at him. Scott caught the pillow, smiled and before throwing it back said “Fine, just stop putting your dick where I eat while I’m sleeping on the couch in the same fucking room.” Laughing at the muffled sound I made when the pillow hit my face he left the room, leaving the door wide open. I looked back at Phil now, asking him with my eyes what was going on. “I probably should’ve told you. I’m sure you met Cabana before?” “Scotty, yeah, met him at the comic book store when you used him as a delivery boy.” “Yeah, I wasn’t back from work yet and sometimes I tend to using him as my slave.” He chuckled, but then seemingly reminded himself that there were other issues to talk about. “Well, he and I – we’ve known each other since we … since we first started learning our jobs. I’m a little more successful than he is, so he’s living with me. And about ‘the couch in the same fucking room’… If you look around the corner from my kitchen there’s practically my living room. I couldn’t have seen him from there, but… Well, you know, obviously he was there and he heard or – which I do not hope – saw what we did last night.” I swallowed. This was starting off pretty strange to be honest and even though I might have been a little taken aback by the thought of being watched during sex I just couldn’t be mad at him. For me there was a bigger question at hand. “So, you’re talking about ‘being on the road’ and you’re gone a lot and you’re all tattooed and then there were those people looking at you at the pizza place and of course your amazing body. So, are you a rock star or anything? Cause if you are, you can’t be too good or I would know you!” I laughed again to show that I wasn’t being too serious. He hesitated and got up to close the door. I was waiting for his answer, but I just wanted to touch his body again, to kiss every inch of his skin when I saw him like that. I shook my head to take me back to the now-and-then when he sat back down on the bed next to me and wrapped the sheets around his body, leaving his torso uncovered. “Will you listen to a little more about my life? It will be easier to explain like that…” I nodded and he kissed me again before continuing to speak. “How much do you know about pro wrestling?” |
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| MissKillALot | August 1, 2012, 7:01 pm Post #8 |
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Chapter 7 How much do I actually know about pro wrestling? “I loved it when I was younger, but when they put it on pay TV I stopped watching. I can’t remember much of it, but I was a huge fan of Stone Cold Steve Austin. I loved when he smashed that bed pan over the boss’ head in the hospital. And obviously I know that they’re not really fighting, though I can’t imagine some of those stunts being entirely painless. Last thing I remember was some jerk with a chain around his neck that fought this Afro haired guy. I think he had an apple with him all the time. But that’s about all I can remember; I guess.” His face lit up. “So, you actually do know something. That’s great! You know, I am a huge wrestling fan. Do you know Rowdy Roddy Piper? He was my favorite.” “Wait a second… Was that the fake Scot?” “Exactly! You’re amazing! Well, I was a huge fan and all I ever wanted to be was a wrestler. I met Cabana at Ace Steel’s wrestling school here in Chicago. We probably would’ve never been friends in high school. You know, I was the perfect outsider with the pink hair and he was on the football team.” I interrupted him then and there. “Pink hair? Really? You definitely owe me a picture of that!” “Yeah, well, we had the same dream, you know and we worked really hard to achieve it and travelled the states working on the Indies We made it to the WWE at around the same time, but he was released and went back to the Indies while I stayed there and I’m still working there right now.” He paused his rambling and looked at me questioningly. “Wow, so you’re kind of famous, like a world-wide superstar, right? And you have fans that love you and you’re touring the world and you’re on television all the time?” He simply nodded, so I continued. “What are your fans like? Are they like completely nuts? Cause it surprises me that no one ever tried to talk to you when we spent time together.” “Ah, I’m kinda known for being rude if I’m being interrupted in those kinda situations. You know, I just wanna keep my private life private. I guess my fans are kinda cool, though of course there’s some of each kind. On one of our European tours there was even a girl with a tattoo over her entire upper arm dedicated to me. You know, it’s strange, but really cool as well.” I noticed that his entire face lightened up when he talked about his job, or rather his obsession as it seemed. His eyes started gleaming and he always had a small smile on his lips. I loved how he loved it and I really wanted to know more about it, if it was that important to him. “Show me some of your wrestling stuff, like matches and talking and everything. Are you a champ? Or have you been? And I wanna see you in your gear and your entrance. Just show me everything!” I laughed at him while he smiled back at me. He kissed me and then he was back on his feet running over to a suitcase in the corner, that he took a black velvet bag out of. He handed me the bag and whatever was inside of it just smashed down onto my legs, that’s how heavy it was. Still smiling, Phil helped me remove the bag and out came a mixture of gold and glittering diamond-like stones. A lot of those formed the word “Champ”, under which a nameplate stated the title currently belonged to “CM Punk”. “So that’s why Scotty’s always calling you Punk! It’s your ring name, isn’t it? And you’re like the big champ?” “You’re right again. So, you really wanna see a match?” I nodded and he started a video. I was startled at first, because I heard the sound, but couldn’t see the TV until he pointed up and I saw it hanging high above the bed. |
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| MissKillALot | August 1, 2012, 7:01 pm Post #9 |
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Chapter 8 There was a clip first that showed what happened before the match. It was obvious that it was a big story and that there was a lot of tension going on. It had to be something special, because he chose to show me this certain match, right?! Well, basically the clip showed that the day of the match was the last day of his contract with the company and he said he would leave with the title. Then it switched into the arena. “It was in Chicago.” Phil whispered into my ear. The entire crowd was yelling “CM Punk” and when the music hit, it was a song from Killswitch Engage which I already knew, they went crazy. And there he was, walking down the ramp, celebrating with the crowd already before the match. It was amazing to watch. They loved him, he loved them and most of all he loved what he was doing and what was going on right then and there. When Phil, pardon me, CM Punk, removed his shirt, I flashed a quick look at the guy next to me. The exact same sight that was on TV was in this bed with me. It was actually hard to believe. And then he sat down in the middle of the ring, watching the ramp intently. Until a guy came out and he was obviously not in the crowd’s favor. They almost booed him back out of the arena. The guy was wearing the title belt that was now in this bed. And then this guy’s, John Cena’s, music stopped and the crowd went back to screaming for CM Punk. The match itself was nerve-wrecking. Phil wouldn’t tell me the result and the entire time was filled with twists and turns. There was no way I could’ve guessed the winner. There were even times when I thought he had lost, but then he managed to stay in the game after all. My favorite moment right at the beginning was when the crowd was yelling “You can’t wrestle!” and Phil was pointing to himself, as if asking “Me?” and then to that Cena guy like “Or him?” and the crowd’s noise made obvious who they thought couldn’t wrestle. But after more than half an hour, Phil was stuck in a submission move, seemingly unable to get out of it, when this old guy who I remembered to be the one who’d been beaten by Steve Austin with the bed pan, came down with some other jerk next to him. He told the referee to end the match in favor of the other guy even thought CM Punk didn’t tap out. But obviously Cena was a nice guy and he didn’t want to win by cheating. Long story short: Phil, or CM Punk, won. The announcer called out “The winner of this match and NEEWWWWW WWE Champion – CM Punk!” and the crowd went nuts. But as he was celebrating, bed pan guy went to grab a headset from one of the commentators and called for something or someone backstage. Another guy came out, obviously challenging CM Punk for the title. But Phil was able to kick him in the head and escape the arena with the title through the crowd. He did what he said he would do. When the video was finished he looked at me, obviously wanting to know what I thought of it. “You were fabulous! Like, really amazing! But, there’s one big complaint I have to make!” He just looked at me, so I continued. “I understand why it’s bad in the ring, but I prefer you with your nipple piercings.” I bent over and lightly sucked on his piercing, making him moan just a little. And now that we were in the bedroom, we were free to start last night’s actions all over. |
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| MissKillALot | August 1, 2012, 7:02 pm Post #10 |
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Chapter 9 Once finished we spent some more time in bed, but eventually it was time to get up and have breakfast, or rather lunch. As we sat at the counter in the kitchen eating some sandwiches we didn’t talk too much and I saw him glancing at me from time to time. One time I managed to look him straight in the eyes, but he looked away immediately. I was kind of worried if anything was wrong. After all, our time together was really great. At least I thought so, but who am I to tell if he felt the same? Another glance. Ok, this was getting annoying. “Is there anything you wanna talk about?” I asked him. “Umm, well, I gotta leave again tonight. You know I can’t just… I’d love to, but I can’t just call in sick or anything. I need to go. And I have to work Tuesday’s TV taping as well, so I’ll only be back in Chicago on Wednesday. And I really hate it. I love my job, but with you, I ju-…” I interrupted him then and there by leaning over the counter and kissing him. “You are too sweet to be true, Phil. But this is your job and you love it and you gotta be there as I gotta be in the comic book store tomorrow. It’s ok. I don’t say I like it, but I can deal with it.” “You know, here’s the thing… I don’t know if it’s too early to ask you or anything, but I got this tour bus. I’m sharing it with another wrestler, but I got my own bedroom, with a real king size bed. And I thought, maybe, whenever you want to, you could go on tour with me for some time.” I couldn’t believe how a man that was so confident and so successful was so unsure of one question as simple as this with an answer so obvious. “You, Mr. Phil Brooks, know the answer to this already!” I kissed him again as I said this and he realized what I was trying to say. “Just tell me when you’re coming. You’re welcome all the time!” And then he was up and packing. Scott was going to drop him off at the airport, but since the weather was so beautiful, I said I’d drive. Scott wouldn’t stay home though and so he squeezed himself into the back of my Mustang. Letting Phil go wasn’t easy. I knew it would just be for a few days, but what we had was too good to be interrupted. We promised each other to talk via Skype and Face Time as often as possible and then I sent him through airport security and off to his plane. Before we left for the airport I decided to get my stuff from his place when I’d drop off Scott. Once back in the kitchen he offered me lemonade. It was obvious he wanted to talk about something, but since it seemed that he wasn’t going to start a conversation, this duty was left with me. “Spill the beans, Scotty! What do you wanna talk about?” |
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| MissKillALot | August 1, 2012, 7:02 pm Post #11 |
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Chapter 10 And so Scott started talking. “I know Punk would kick my ass if he knew I told you. You know, he’s scared he’s pushing too hard, but…” He laughed and I joined in when I realized what he just said. “Well, you know – not pushing in that way. I’m talking about your relationship, in whichever state it might be. Though I think it’s pretty serious, keeping in mind what he said…” “Scotty, you’re rambling, but not making a real point! Get on with it!” “Ok, but please let me tell you a little more about the past Punk, ok?” “Sure, I’d love to know more about him!” “Alrighty then. The first time I met him he was actually sitting outside Ace’s wrestling school with a really hot girl. You know, I was a football player in high school, but I couldn’t get girls this hot. And I was all like ‘How can this filthy Punk kid get those kinda women?’. As time went on, he didn’t have the time to have a girlfriend, so he didn’t even look for one, except for some short-termed encounters with some female colleagues. And that’s where you’re coming in. Cause actually he still doesn’t have the time for a girlfriend. He’s only home for very few days and that’s not even every week. And that’s why he asked you to go on tour with him if you wanted to. He’s hoping that you might like it and that you’ll join him more frequently, because he’s not sure – no matter how much you’re into each other – if this would work out with all his travelling.” Scott took a deep breath right there and looked at me expectantly, so I gathered my thoughts, trying to figure out what to say. “To be honest, Scotty, I’d love to travel to every fucking cow barn if it meant that we could be together. And now if he thinks he might be pushing too hard to far, tell him what I just said, cause this is not normal! But I love it, I love being with him. But I have rent to pay and for that I need a job!” Silence filled the room. Scott was obviously thinking hard and I felt some tears swelling up in my eyes. He wanted me with him and I wanted to be with him, but because of this stupid comic book store job and this filthy little room we couldn’t be together. Life just wasn’t fair! Scott walked around the corner and put his arms around me to calm me down, and it worked. “You know, Sabrina, I think I know what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna head over to your apartment, you’re gonna gather your stuff and you’re gonna sleep here for a few days. You can take one of the spare bedrooms, the couch or Punk’s room – I’m damn sure he doesn’t mind. And if you like it, you’ll stay. You’ll quit your job and move out of your apartment and in here. The rent problem is gone and you can travel the world as much as you want. How does that sound, huh?” “You’re sure he wouldn’t mind?” “Nah, not with you. I haven’t seen him like this around a woman ever before. You’re special to him, so you’re special to me. But you do know that we have to be best friends now as well, right?” “I think I can deal with that.” I winked at him and we left to do as he suggested. |
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