Post by Crymson on Apr 26, 2009 23:42:34 GMT -5
The running water from the showerhead turns to a light dribble, splattering in a small pool that had formed around the drain. Some water runs down along the newly tattooed foot of Claire Arlett, distorting the image through their droplet magnifying glasses. Stepping through glass door of her shower, she smiled at the image. It hurt like hell getting it, but she fucking loved it. Only... she wondered how many other red stars she was going to get on her body before all was said and done.
Reaching over, she grabbed the white towel that was hanging from the rack, gently running it over her abdomen, her breasts, and her back. She continued to hurriedly dry her body off before fully coming out of the shower, finally focusing on her hair. Wiping some of the fog from her mirror, she watched herself in her mirror as she tried to scrub the wetness from her soaked, blood red hair. Finally, she wrapped the towel around her head, grabbing another one and folding it around her body. She tucked the top above her formerly exposed breasts, making sure that it stayed put.
Reaching for the doorknob, she took one last look back in the mirror, before twisting the handle, and stepping out into her hallway and turning off the light. She nearly bumped into a solid object. Rough, male hands grabbed her by the shoulders, startling her for a second. Why? She didn't know. It was Ted... "Whoa... you're just a few minutes too late to get in there with me..." she said with a wry smile, looking up to where his eyes would be in the dark.
"I know... you'd think you were worried about wasting water with how fast you take in there. Figured that it'd never hurt to try."
Claire rested her head on his chest, listening to the heart beat. "Well, next time you know that when I say, "I'm getting in the shower," that that's your cue..." She rubbed his back, lightly scratching her black nails into his toned shoulders. "Of course. But... I'm thinking that I should be getting in there next if you wanna..."
"Maybe next time, champ. But, you go ahead, I'm going to check my email really quick and make something to eat before bed. I'm assuming that you're hungry since the last time you ate was with me before the show, right?"
"A little bit. Would be better if you would have brought me backstage so that I could have gotten my hands on the catering table..."
Claire sighed. "I know... but you know that uneasy feeling you get from me being in harm's way in that ring? Just imagine how I'd feel if some kind of jacked up idiot would try to put you in harm's way..."
"Look, I understand all of that. I was just giving you a hard time. Front row tickets were pretty cool in the first place. Still..." he held her a little more tightly, "It doesn't get any easier knowing that my girlfriend puts her body through hell for a living..."
"Hey," she said, putting her hands on his cheeks. "I told you. This year, and I'm done. I promise you that..."
He nodded, lightly. "I'm going to get in the shower now..." He took Claire's hands off of his cheeks, bending over to give her a kiss before disappearing into the bathroom. Claire waited for the shower to kick on before falling back against the wall. She hated feeling guilt for the job that she owed everything to. But she also hated how Ted felt... she knew how she'd be if he were... say... a fighter or something as well. It's a risky business, and not a comforting feeling if you plan on growing old with your partner. She wanted to knock on the door, and comfort that fact, but she went into the living room. Opening the fridge, she reached in, grabbing out a bottle of water. She'd wait for him to get closer to coming out before she made something for the two of them. Through this entire time, however, one thought just kept running through her mind. Why wait? She'd found that all important someone, something to finally give her reason to walk away... why was she continually putting her body on the line when she had someone that wanted her body to be healthy for long years down the road?
She was starting to lean toward the decision to just hang it up, when she sat down on the couch, pulling her laptop onto the coffee table. She clicked open, running her eyes through the email. One particular message stood out. "Important Announcement from Global Championship Wrestling" it read. She clicked on it, only seeing a sentance about an important announcement from Amanda Wallace regarding the contention for the Championship. She figured it was the World Championship, since she seemed to have a particular interest in it, but clicked on the link anyways. "Oh my God..." she hushed over a light breath...
The shower had turned off while she sat, staring at the message. Reading and re-reading it over and over again. Soon enough, Ted's shape loomed over the front of the monitor, towel wrapped around his waist. "What is it?" He asked.
"I want to stop. I really do... for you..." by this point, he'd made it a point to start making his way toward the center of the couch to sit next to her. "You're sure? This... wow..." This was music to his ears. He didn't get why she was stammering. He was fearing the word "But" to come out of this conversation.
Claire didn't say anything. She turned the screen to him, before collapsing back in the couch. "I see..." He collapsed back onto the couch next to her. "I want to be done... but I told you where I was. I want so much, to feel that one more time. To be on the top... after that? Then yeah, I can fade away. I can leave and... oh my God... I'm so sorry. It's... just really..."
"Look," he said, sitting up and grabbing her hands. "You're talking to a coach. I know the importance of championship games, matches... all of that. I know how it feels. You're an athlete, Claire. I know that when you finally told me how you make a living, I almost freaked. I never expected it. Sitting there, and watching what you put yourself through... it was hard. Real hard... but I know this situation. And... I'm with you, one hundred percent." He smiled, although deep down, he wishes that he didn't understand. That he didn't support. "I love you. But this is your chance. Go and win you a Championship... I support you on this..."
A tear ran down her cheek as she climbed on top of him, holding him tight. "I'm so sorry..."
"Don't be. Bring home the gold."
Reaching over, she grabbed the white towel that was hanging from the rack, gently running it over her abdomen, her breasts, and her back. She continued to hurriedly dry her body off before fully coming out of the shower, finally focusing on her hair. Wiping some of the fog from her mirror, she watched herself in her mirror as she tried to scrub the wetness from her soaked, blood red hair. Finally, she wrapped the towel around her head, grabbing another one and folding it around her body. She tucked the top above her formerly exposed breasts, making sure that it stayed put.
Reaching for the doorknob, she took one last look back in the mirror, before twisting the handle, and stepping out into her hallway and turning off the light. She nearly bumped into a solid object. Rough, male hands grabbed her by the shoulders, startling her for a second. Why? She didn't know. It was Ted... "Whoa... you're just a few minutes too late to get in there with me..." she said with a wry smile, looking up to where his eyes would be in the dark.
"I know... you'd think you were worried about wasting water with how fast you take in there. Figured that it'd never hurt to try."
Claire rested her head on his chest, listening to the heart beat. "Well, next time you know that when I say, "I'm getting in the shower," that that's your cue..." She rubbed his back, lightly scratching her black nails into his toned shoulders. "Of course. But... I'm thinking that I should be getting in there next if you wanna..."
"Maybe next time, champ. But, you go ahead, I'm going to check my email really quick and make something to eat before bed. I'm assuming that you're hungry since the last time you ate was with me before the show, right?"
"A little bit. Would be better if you would have brought me backstage so that I could have gotten my hands on the catering table..."
Claire sighed. "I know... but you know that uneasy feeling you get from me being in harm's way in that ring? Just imagine how I'd feel if some kind of jacked up idiot would try to put you in harm's way..."
"Look, I understand all of that. I was just giving you a hard time. Front row tickets were pretty cool in the first place. Still..." he held her a little more tightly, "It doesn't get any easier knowing that my girlfriend puts her body through hell for a living..."
"Hey," she said, putting her hands on his cheeks. "I told you. This year, and I'm done. I promise you that..."
He nodded, lightly. "I'm going to get in the shower now..." He took Claire's hands off of his cheeks, bending over to give her a kiss before disappearing into the bathroom. Claire waited for the shower to kick on before falling back against the wall. She hated feeling guilt for the job that she owed everything to. But she also hated how Ted felt... she knew how she'd be if he were... say... a fighter or something as well. It's a risky business, and not a comforting feeling if you plan on growing old with your partner. She wanted to knock on the door, and comfort that fact, but she went into the living room. Opening the fridge, she reached in, grabbing out a bottle of water. She'd wait for him to get closer to coming out before she made something for the two of them. Through this entire time, however, one thought just kept running through her mind. Why wait? She'd found that all important someone, something to finally give her reason to walk away... why was she continually putting her body on the line when she had someone that wanted her body to be healthy for long years down the road?
She was starting to lean toward the decision to just hang it up, when she sat down on the couch, pulling her laptop onto the coffee table. She clicked open, running her eyes through the email. One particular message stood out. "Important Announcement from Global Championship Wrestling" it read. She clicked on it, only seeing a sentance about an important announcement from Amanda Wallace regarding the contention for the Championship. She figured it was the World Championship, since she seemed to have a particular interest in it, but clicked on the link anyways. "Oh my God..." she hushed over a light breath...
Starting at MayheM, according to Ms. Wallace, four Titans and four Debutantes will begin a quest for the gold in their respective divisions. The four will first fight in a fatal fourway matchup, where the wrestler that is pinned will be eliminated from the contest. At LockUP!, a triple threat will be held, with the pinned wrestler in that contest being eliminated as well. Finally, on the eve of GCW Twilight*, a singles match shall be held to determine the number one contender. The winning wrestler from both divisions will go on to face their champion the following night at GCW's next Pay Per View showcase: TWILIGHT.
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Debutantes
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Debutantes
- Lessien Melwasul
- Crymson
- Nattie Roxx
- KITSU
The shower had turned off while she sat, staring at the message. Reading and re-reading it over and over again. Soon enough, Ted's shape loomed over the front of the monitor, towel wrapped around his waist. "What is it?" He asked.
"I want to stop. I really do... for you..." by this point, he'd made it a point to start making his way toward the center of the couch to sit next to her. "You're sure? This... wow..." This was music to his ears. He didn't get why she was stammering. He was fearing the word "But" to come out of this conversation.
Claire didn't say anything. She turned the screen to him, before collapsing back in the couch. "I see..." He collapsed back onto the couch next to her. "I want to be done... but I told you where I was. I want so much, to feel that one more time. To be on the top... after that? Then yeah, I can fade away. I can leave and... oh my God... I'm so sorry. It's... just really..."
"Look," he said, sitting up and grabbing her hands. "You're talking to a coach. I know the importance of championship games, matches... all of that. I know how it feels. You're an athlete, Claire. I know that when you finally told me how you make a living, I almost freaked. I never expected it. Sitting there, and watching what you put yourself through... it was hard. Real hard... but I know this situation. And... I'm with you, one hundred percent." He smiled, although deep down, he wishes that he didn't understand. That he didn't support. "I love you. But this is your chance. Go and win you a Championship... I support you on this..."
A tear ran down her cheek as she climbed on top of him, holding him tight. "I'm so sorry..."
"Don't be. Bring home the gold."