“You’re coming with me. He got a whole fucking section. He won them,” he corrected me.
“I’ve never been to a wrestling match before. How will I know what’s going on?” I asked worriedly.
He was dragging me out to the hotel’s lobby where we were staying, and further beyond into a side room where we were meeting the rest of our group.
“This isn’t real ‘wrestling.’ This is reality TV wrestling. There’s a huge difference. All these guys are, are actors. Really fit actors who perform a show.”
“That’s right,” Foster said once he heard what Miller was saying. “They are pretty good about making it look real, however. There’s a guy we…”
“Let’s not talk about him, please. I want to be able to keep my dinner down where it belongs,” Miller rumbled.
I rose my eyebrows in question at him, but he ignored them and me.
Well, it was obvious he didn’t want to talk about the ‘guy.’
Trance was the last to arrive and I was surprised that he looked half way normal.
The man had been passed out by the time we’d arrived at our hotel, and Miller, as well as Foster, had had to carry him up to his room.
The funny thing was, was that the entire time he was being carried, not one single person said a thing about the large man passed out drunk.
Although, since I’d been here, I’d seen literally three other people being carried around like that. It was obvious that it was a normal occurrence in Vegas.
“Well, now that the life of the party is here,” Foster said loudly. “We can go!”
Trance flipped his brother off, and that was the end of that. At least until we returned home, that was.***An hour later, I was in awe.
There was a massive crowd in the stadium we were at; we were on the front row of all places, and I could literally throw my cup of coke and strike the man currently on the stage.
“I hear we have some ex-military in the house,” the announcer said, looking towards our group. “If one of you wants to come up here and show your skills, we’ll offer you all a free dinner at The Showgirl’s Saloon and Show courtesy of the WWE.”
My mouth dropped open.
I looked to Miller to see him glowering.
“That little prick,” Miller snapped.
I blinked. “What?”
“That’s how dad got the tickets,” Foster observed. “Because fucking Faris Blue’s a douche canoe. He knew we’d be here for the reunion. And he wanted us to come out to witness his success.”
I blinked. “Who’s Faris Blue?”
Faris was wearing a black speedo with boots that came all the way up to his knees.
His hair was down, wet, and messy surrounding his head.
His eyes were white. Literally, fucking white.
He had to have been wearing contacts that blocked out the color of his irises. Regardless of what was on his eyes, he looked fucking creepy.
“Faris Blue is a man we went to school with. Always the class bully and all around shithead,” Trance said thoughtfully.
“Dad had to have known what would happen,” Foster said.
Miller nodded. “So, who’s going to do it? One of you or me?”
I stiffened. “What do you mean, who’s going to do it?”
He nodded towards the stage. “He’s going to get one of us up here, because he just can’t help himself. I’m just wondering who he wants, because he’s hated us all since before I could count.”
“Maybe that pretty little lady right there wants to come on up here and try a real man on for size,” Faris said.
I looked around, trying to figure out who he was talking about when I finally realized he was speaking about me. Only because I saw my face on the huge big screen in the middle of the arena.
Miller stiffened at my side. “I guess that would be me.”
Then, without any further hesitation, he hopped the fence that separated us from the stage, and walked up slowly to the ring.***Miller
My mind was not in a good place.
I was still reeling from the total cluster fuck of last night, and now this motherfucker was calling my girl out in front of fifteen thousand people.
There was no way in hell I’d let Faris fucking Blue pull the same thing he used to. We weren’t in high school anymore.
On the other hand, I didn’t really want Mercy to see that side of me.
I’d been trying so fucking hard not to show her my rough side. Not to show her how easily she could be hurt by me. Not to show her how easily I could lose my temper.
She was about to see it all, though, and this was the ultimate test.
I slid in the ring on my belly, standing to my feet almost before I was all the way on the mat.
Faris watched me with his little beady eyes as I walked towards him.
When I was within arm’s reach, he lowered the microphone and smiled. “Been a long time, Genuine.”
I gritted my teeth. I hated when he called me ‘Genuine.’
He always said it so facetiously that I wanted to fuck his face up every time he did.
“Try to keep up for the crowd’s sake, okay?” Faris said into the microphone.
I smiled painfully at him. What a dick.
Try to keep up with me, my ass.
He moved as if he was going in slow motion, and I knew instantly he was going to try to sweep my legs out from under me.
I backed up, putting room in between us, causing his leg sweep to make him look stupid instead of it being effective.
“Play along,” a man said from behind me.
I raised my brows and glanced to the side to see some man with a headset covering half of his head, in a black t-shirt that said, ‘stage manager.’
Dismissing him as less than nothing, I turned back to Faris to see him running towards me.
I moved, letting him run past me, stepping even further than I normally would so I could get a good swing in, and waited for him to bounce off the ropes.