Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2020 3:45:01 GMT -7
(Off Camera)
"3 AM "
"3 AM "
3 AM, the wolf’s hour. Supposedly when all the dark forces of both worlds were at their strongest, truth or bunch of old wives tale it may be but here he was again: awake and having this feeling that someone was sitting on his chest. When did breathing become a chore? Wasn’t it supposed to be automatic.
Looking over to his side laid the woman he loved. Wife, lover and best friend..the only person he trusted in this world. Despite her look and size there was something captivating watching her, even when she snored, not lady like to most but for him, he could not take his eyes away from her.
Sitting up, ever so slowly trying not to wake her he edged closer to the floor. While standing up he took off his underwear. Letting the still night air cover them, soft steps towards the window looking at the city opening up down below.
Just a few more days and he would have to start something new, it had been years since he had taken such a chance, even longer since from back when he was this nervous about a new place. A new career, new possibility, clean slate..chance to make a first impression to peers and fans alike who wouldn’t know a damn thing about him.
It was liberating and scary at the same time. Here he was in a place full of young, hungry stars of tomorrow who wanted to prove themselves and the first one. Very first one he would have to face was him:
C. C. M.
A man he had seen going from a death defying, high flying fan favourite to a damn desk jockey, a popular yet quirky announcer who supposedly had about business savv as he had..well sense. They used to call him Crazy, Crazy Crazy Millar..how crazy did you have to be to be called Crazy to begin with, let alone twice?! Seeing pictures of the guy proved something though, over the years he was the one who got heavier, slower and..increasingly paranoid.
CCM? Not so much.
He had saved his body those years behind the desk, spent hours upon hours watching others break themselves, calling it for the whole world. So while he sat there watching others break their bodies and hurting their muscles, he was there working on his biggest muscle: his brain.
Cerebral Cunt Millar, why did it have to be him? HIM of all people?! There’s no way that signing was just a coincidence. He had been waiting on the sidelines and was ready to start up big, go big or go home..what was it they said. Want to assert dominance, find the meanest, biggest mug and take them down? There weren’t many bigger or meaner than him..not in SRW or anywhere else. A perfect victim for someone like that limey prick. He couldn’t hang with the power and strength but CCM was quick, cerebral and technical..that speed, those submissions..he’d have a field day trying to break down a big name on his debut.
Well, he’d try anyway. He would not give Millar an easy debut, not even close.
Slowly he started to do squats, trying to get the blood to move around in his body, the common problem for big, powerful dudes was the fact that they forgot about the legs. People like CCM knew it full well, he could bend a limb, break it, take a wheel out and watch the biggest of his threats whine and whimper in pain..begging HIM to end it.
Sick little shit, he wouldn’t be able to do that on his debut. Not if his opponent kept nimble and mobile. He had to keep moving, he needed to get his cardio up. This isn’t going to be a quick one and done deal, not if he wanted to last in this company, not if he wanted to make a lasting impression and you can only make the first impression once.
“Luther?”
A drowsy voice, had he woken her up? Was he thinking out loud and not knowing it?
“What are you doing..?”
What was he supposed to say? Lying to her was never smart, she knew him better than he knew himself, yet admitting the truth was not an easy choice either.
“Can’t sleep, I’m not used to this heat..thought I could get some training in..”
That would probably go over just as well as he thinks.
“At..3:30 in the goddamn morning..and naked?”
He kept at it, figuring might as well since she was awake now.
“Didn’t want my underwear to get all sweaty, besides I like the view from here.”
She snorted.
“It isn’t half bad from over here either, but if you are doing this just to give some night stalker a show I might get jealous..”
He chuckled.
“We are high enough, no one would see me anyway, besides it’s not like the lights are even on yet.”
Bed creaked, she got up that swish of her morning gown. Those soft steps on the furry rug..then her breath on his neck.
“If you are doing squats honey..do them right..”
Those silky hands of hers, riding down his shoulders..biceps..down to his stomach and..and just when he thought she would keep going she stopped. Wrapping her arms around his waist. Leaning in, he could feel her chest against his back as she spoke up, hoarse whisper.
“All the way down..if you rush it, the effect is about as useless as..well anything you rush. Squat on deep down..then up..and back down. Take your time and remember to breathe.”
The last thing on his mind was breathing, they did a few repeats in silence before she spoke up.
“You are worried about the match aren’t you?”
He gulped in response, she acted like it didn’t happen and went on.
“You remember what happened on your birthday, right?”
It had been just a few weeks back. Luther had always hated his birthdays and Esme was the one person who always managed to surprise him with perfect distractions for the day of the year he hated most.
“Yeah”
He had forgotten to breathe again and she blew air at his ear.
“Remember what I did? And how you were so thankful you said I could have anything I wanted?”
He just nodded and she went on, the two of them going up and down, she was better at this than him.
“Well I already have all I want in you so I sent out some applications..I got you into SRW, you are their first male sign up. No matter what happens in this match, no matter how many men come in after you..you, my love are the first one ever. Always and nobody can take that away from you.”
His eyes lit up, his heart was racing as he kept going. She smiled, leaning up against him.
“So if you are worried that your past would follow you everywhere, think of this as mine and God’s idea of a new start for you. A newfound chance for respect, admiration and praise that he and I both know you deserve and have earned in all of your years in the business..and I don’t care if you have to face the devil himself. You will go out there and your damn best every night and I will be there right at ringside. I would not have done all this for you if I didn’t believe in you and that you could do this. ALL you have to do is your best and trust me, you do trust me don’t you Luthie?”
Her voice was almost a purr, he closed his eyes, standing up and stopping, that sure got his blood circulating. He was breathing a lot heavier than he thought a couple of squats would make him before breathing out.
“Oh yeah.”
Then suddenly, the magical moment broke, she pulled her arms away and stepped back.
“Good, now put that monster away and come back to bed with me. You can’t stay up all night when you got training and dieting going. I’m not going to have you stumble into this debut looking like you are worried about some scrawny stupendous submissionist ...”
She dropped the gown down and rustled back to bed, patting a spot next to her on the mattress and he joined her, as soon as he had stretched out back on his back she planted her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat.
“Sleep now lover, you are going to need to do more than some squats to beat CCM..”
Then it hit him.
“Did you call him stupendous?!”
But it was too late, she was fast asleep on his chest, arms wrapped around him. He wasn’t going anywhere, so laying there Luther watched his wife sleep, listening to her breathing, before he slowly drifted to slumber himself.