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Sinn City: Welcome to the team…
The young manager of Sinnocence was on a mission. She had plans...major plans for the new Continental Champion. She let a smile cross her face; Jada was that new champion. Joyce McGuire was grinning from ear to ear as she stood outside the heavy steel door of Steven Douglas' hotel room. It was something she'd agreed to pay for...she'd made quite a bit of fuss with the hotel management to get him placed in the same swanky hotel in Sin City that the stripper was currently staying in. She wasn't sure how Steven Douglas would respond to the offer, but she would make sure that it was an offer he couldn't refuse.
Things couldn't be going better right now, and she wanted Steven Douglas on her side. She knocked on the door again, her low-cut, bell-sleeved shirt hung above tight jeans that rode low on her pale hips. The former NLR owner's feet rested inside of her trademark knee-high boots...and again she knocked.
"Douglas...open the door!"
"The Enervator" was resting in a chair with a half-smoked cigar in his mouth, taking occasional puffs whenever he felt that he small buzz was wearing off. He hadn't smoked a cigar in years...he never had a chance to really enjoy one since his heyday. Now that he was slowly changing back to that monster he used to be, he made time to enjoy the finer things in life. The cigar burned as he took another drag, letting the ash fall to the floor. Steven was in no hurry to answer the door, and honestly didn't want to answer it at all, but he felt slightly obligated to do so because of the hospitality that Sin City has shown him.
Douglas rose to his feet and walked to the large door. He peered out through the peephole and saw someone he hadn't spoken to since he conceded the NLR. Joyce McGuire was not a close friend, not anywhere near, but she wasn't an enemy. He reached for the handle and slowly pulled the large door open. He looked in her eyes, but not before glancing at her chest.
"...yes?"
The teenager pushed the door open and pushed the older wrestler inside as well. She closed the door behind her and looked "The Enervator" up and down with a raised eyebrow. McGuire had seen his eyes travel up and down...a lot of men had been doing that lately. Sizing the girl up...or just checking out her chest. She'd grown used to it. Again, Joyce looked around in disgust.
"This is the best room they could provide you? Jesus...you think 0 a night would get you something a little better."
Steven was taken back by the girl's tenacity; he hadn't gotten pushed around like that since Sinnocence tore him up in the ring. Twice.
"In this kind of city, this is luxury. This is the way that I like it anyway...no need to be pampered..."
Douglas again eyed the girl up, but came to his senses after remembering the massive age difference. Usually, it 's not a bad idea to look but not touch, but in this case, Steven is best off keeping those thoughts out of his head. McGuire eyed him again and pushed him, albeit with some resistance, into the chair behind him. His face didn't say much, but his eyes spoke volumes. Good thing she'd learned to read people a long time ago.
"I'm here to talk business, Douglas."
She pulled the cigar out of his mouth and extinguished it on the bottom of her boot. The girl was testing him...she only wanted the best for this plan. At first, Douglas got a tad angry (mostly because that was a fifty dollar cigar she crushed), but he quickly cooled off.
"Business, eh? Last business we did was the transfer of NLR, and look what happened. You ran it into the ground."
"Please...like you did a better job than me...you stayed a whole week as president. At least I stayed until the end, so get over yourself. Believe it or not, I came here to help you." She sat down on the small loveseat across from him, crossing one leg over the other...and again, she wasn't going to be delicate with this man. Joyce was going to give him a swift kick in the balls...metaphorically speaking. "You haven't had a very good run here, Douglas. You've been slacking...a lot."
Steven was surprised that the girl was so straight-forward with him. Most people tried to stray away from a topic if it involved insulting Douglas, but it was evident that this girl was one of two things: either she wasn't intimidated, or she was putting on an act so she didn't show weakness. Either way, Douglas was caught off guard.
"You don't have to remind me. I know that I've been doing shitty around here, and I'm trying to change that. Why else do you think I'd come to this city?"
"I know why you came here. You came here because Johnson told you to...as much of a genius as the man is, he's going to run you into the ground. Just like when he left the NLR. But right now...we all have a bigger problem. I'm sure one of them told you about Otis Moseley?" She wasn't going to back down from the man just because he was more than old enough to be her father. The manager of Sinnocence may have been young, but she certainly wasn't stupid.
"Yes, one of them told you about Moseley. He's a former US Marshal who got busted down to Sin City detective for sticking his nose where it wasn't wanted and now, he's after us. All of us. Johnson, Rat, Leandro, Sinn, you...and me. He's got enough dirt on all of us to make sure that we spend the rest of our lives in jail."
"Anyone has enough dirt to put me away for life. All they'd have to do is look my name up and they'd see the hundreds of criminal offenses. What I do to keep them away is I stay out of trouble, and if I get involved with this Moseley guy, I'll head right back to jail, and I'll die before I go back there."
McGuire got up from her seat, the sleeves of her shirt trailing behind her as she crossed the distance between them. The young manager grabbed a hold of his shirt and pulled him close so their noses touched. "I don't know about you, but I don't want to go there in the first place...and you can be damned sure that if I go, you're all coming with me. Besides...why fight it?”
Her eyes softened and the manager of Sinnocence grinned as she gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "There's power in numbers...and Moseley won't be able to target an individual if we all stick together. And in addition to the strength in numbers, you'd have me and Jada to back you up."
Douglas knew that he didn't need help. In his fifty-two years of life, he had survived on his own. However, when the law was involved, everything changed. He could take care of this himself, but it would be much easier to use help this time. He was a proud man, never asking for assistance...but this time...this time was different.
"Suppose I accept your help. What is it that you plan on doing about this guy then?"
Steven knew that he had to be dealt with, but his way of dealing with someone you need out of the way is to kill them, and he wasn't sure if the teenager was capable of murdering a cop. Douglas had no problem doing it because he'd done it before, but he didn't want that kind of heat on a teenager. It'd be a bad thing to have your life ruined because of some cop.
The ebony-haired teenager let a wicked grin cross her pale face as she ran a hand through his hair. "I plan on putting him in the ground. His superiors won't listen to him unless he builds a valid case. Right now, all he has is information...no solid evidence. I have no qualms about it, I know how to cover my tracks."
Douglas was taken back that the teenager had that moxy it took to kill a man. He was confident that she was not intimidated by him, or the consequence of spending the rest of her life behind bars. Normally, "The Enervator" would decline and kick her out of the room, but since this man already has a vendetta towards Steven, he has no chance but to do make this situation go away.
"Yeah, alright, I'm in, but I want to get this done the right way. Let's bring this mother-fucker down for good so we can all get on with out lives. I have enough trouble winning matches these days, the last thing I need is to have some government agent breathing down my neck as well."
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Jada Kaine was watching him…the brother of a man in WEW. She was the new Continental Champion…she didn’t know if she was the first woman champion. Sinn doubted it, but she didn't care. She'd beaten the piss out of Sven, only to have Rob Arson come down and continue to wail on Sven. Then, he'd turned on her and thought he was going to get the better of the stripper. Boy, was he wrong. It had only taken one kiss to undermine him. So now, she was here. In a godforsaken club in a god forsaken part of Sin City. McGuire was off getting the final piece of her puzzle. Sinn had gotten word that an old friend was in town...and she absent-mindedly fingered a bite scar on her neck. The man was called Fear...and she wanted him. Now.
His eyes gave him away. No matter what color or what length he made his hair, you couldn't hide behind the eyes. Tonight he was taking a trip down memory lane. A familiar face was amidst the mortals. Her raven hair gave her away much like his eyes gave him away. A smirk etched across his lips as he traced a line across his own neck where she had bitten him. Tonight was looking up for him already
She spotted him across the floor and crossed the distance between them. Sinn, dressed in her short black and silver summer dress, couldn't have looked better. He'd heard that she won the title from Sven...and was now facing Johnny Karagious this week. She'd faced him before and beat him, so it wouldn't be too much of a challenge for the raven-haired stripper. But she would still train...and still keep the ego in check. But a little confidence never hurt anyone. When Sinnocence stood in front of him, she pushed her old vampire lover against the wall, engaging him in a furious battle of the tongues.
"I missed you too Ma Petite."
He smiled slightly and ran his hand through her raven hair before tracing the bite marks on her neck.
"I see you still bare the scar. You know you can have those disappear if you like."
"Mon chere..." She played off of his French and grinned wickedly up at him, "Do you honestly think I would get rid of something to tender to me? You gave me something I never had...passion in the dark."
"Too true. I have that gift at times. But don't tell anyone I have a reputation to uphold my love."
he laughed slightly before brushing some of his hair out of his eyes. He still wasn't used to having the long hair but he'd manage some how. His royal blue eyes traced the image of his former love over and over before smirking once more.
"Still as lovely as I remember you Miss Kaine"
His new appearance was somewhat of a shock...longer hair, but the eyes were still the same. They bore into her soul, and she loved it. Jada took a deep breath and pulled him close. "I missed you, Jer....terribly. What are you doing in town??”
"It's Sinn City and besides I had to salvage my reputation after that piece of slim Jeremiah came through and ruined me. Which is why I grew out my hair and now go by my God given name. So Hun, call me Alex if you don't mind. And besides what friend would I be if I didn't come see the first ever woman's champion in WEW?"
She smiled widely and kissed him again, "It is my city now...McGuire and I are making sure of that. Especially with Johnson and Lee and Gutter Rat here. I've seen your 'brother'....he's quite the basket case. First ever female continental champ? I like the sound of that. But I like Alex even better...it fits you, and I couldn't be happier that you came to see me.
"The Convict is around these parts? Not really seen Leandro around lately. Shame I can't be in WEW with all you guys... Contracts and all say I'm not allowed to."
He smirked slightly at saying that showing a small hint of sarcasm.
"Yeah my brother can be a strange one at times. But if you can deal with me, Christopher is no different."
"Oh yes, I saw Leandro this past week for the first time in a long time." She grinned up at him again, letting a few strands of hair fall in her face. The raven-haired beauty's hand came up and traced the mark on his neck...it was the bite scar she'd given him back in the NLR. "I'm facing Johnny Karagious this week. I beat him back in the NLR...and here, there seems to be a war brewing, mon ami..."
"A war? And the white... Sorry the blonde haired demon wasn't invited? Damn... Karagious is nothing love. As you said, you defeated him once you can do it again. His mind is elsewhere anyways. You know with Rat breathing down his neck and all those WEW faithful ra ra cheerleaders asking for a leader. He's bound to falter sooner or later."
He blinked his eyes before kissing Jada softly on the lips. He felt the rush of excitement course through his veins once more. She always had the knack for doing that. Making him feel alive. Even if it was only a temporary fix to his damnation.
The stripper growled softly into Fear's ear, making the jolt run through him again. She got off on the brutality of it all...the viciousness of the men around her. There was nothing better than to have this monster's hands running over her pale skin. Feeling his razor sharp canines biting into the soft flesh of her neck. "JK will fall...just like the rest of them. Now...bring that animal out, Alex. I need a bit of lovin tonight..."
He closed his eyes before breathing down her neck. He knew what he was doing he had done it enough times in the past. He kissed her bite mark softly before gently placing his teeth on it teasing her. He wanted to savor this moment for all it was worth. He didn't know when he'd see her again.
"Beg for me. Invite me, you know I can't do it willingly unless you welcome and embrace it. The Bond and all my love."
"Alex...bite me. Bring the bond, lover...I want to feel all of you again." The demon picked up the shorter stripper with ease and carried her to a deserted and darkened part of the club. She was pushed up against the wall, and flashes of a past encounter with a certain Outlaw passed through her mind. "Come on, Fear....take me. I want you...and I want you now..."
"As you wish." His eyes glimmered a deep purple as he bite Jada's neck slightly, just enough to cause the old wound to reopen. Jada gasped for breathe as Alex's breath raced through her wound and entered her senses. He missed the sensation of being with her, the rush it brought being with a woman who was once a vampire but was cured by him. But their bond was still evident even if only when the two were present and close. it was more then enough for him to feel her pleasure and her pain and vice versa.
Sinn's toned legs wrapped around his muscled waist, feeling the pleasure and pain of the bite. She hissed as her hands found his belt buckle and Jada suddenly felt the sense of him in her head. His love and passion for the raven-haired vixen. "Alex...I never want this to end..."
"It doesn't have to Jada." His words were shallow and deep as he wrapped his arms tightly across her shoulders to brace himself and her both against the wall. "You know how I feel Jada. It was true the night we first made love and it still rings true tonight. Give me the word."
"Alex, we can't bond again...you know what it did to me and you. I just want you to be with me when I'm alone at night...when I'm taking a shower. I just want you close so we can light that fire in each other again." Her hands finally unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper. "Just tell me you'll be here when I need you...and I'll be there for you."
"Always my love. Until either you or I part this Earth I shall be by your side. And even then in spirit we shall be eternally one another’s." He opened his eyes to showcase the sincerity in his words. "I may not be allowed to compete in WEW but they cant stop me from being there to support you."
Her green eyes bore into his royal blue, "You and I will be one...no matter what other men are in my bed. You are my number one...my number one demon..." | 