A/N: So, this is my first new story in a very looong time. I have updated my profile and I have deleted a few stories that I feel were weighing me down. I've popped a little explanation up on my profile if you want to take a look at that. I really hope that you enjoy this!
Pronunciation: Eisele - Eyes-Lee
Chapter One
"Fuck, Rami...harder," the words were whispered on the tail-end of a breathless moan. Hands framed her face, fingers moving upwards to brush her long hair back from her face; the strands damp from the perspiration that was slowly forming across both of their bodies. Callie's green eyes opened and she met Rami's gaze, his eyes hooded with lust. He pressed his forehead against hers, chest heaving as he struggled to regain his breath. Callie let out a groan, her limbs straining from the way that she had wrapped her legs around him. Her lips parted and another moan dropped from them as Rami's hips snapped up to meet hers in a particularly hard thrust.
"You feel so good," Rami whispered, leaning forward to kiss her. "So good!" he reiterated, his tongue slipping into her mouth to silence anymore words from her. Primal instinct took over and they both lost themselves in each other. Callie pushed her hips into his, arching her back to try and control the speed of their movements, her arms roping around his neck to help support herself. Surrounding Callie's waist with one strong arm, Rami pulled her down against him harder. His other hand slipped down to toy with that tiny bundle of nerves at her centre; he was close but he'd be damned if he was going to fall over the edge without bringing her there first.
A long drawn out moan sounded from Callie's lips followed by another curse word as she climaxed, wave upon wave of pleasure rolling over her. Her body bucked in his arms as she rode it out, hips thrusting erratically as she pulled Rami over the edge too, feeling him spill himself inside of her, a guttural groan leaving him, his head dropping forwards to her chest, fingers gripping her waist tightly.
The couple; out of breath from their activities, rested against one another for a few moments before Rami flopped backwards, pulling Callie down with him to the bed. He lay back, moving one hand beneath his head to prop himself up, a lazy smile forming on his lips as Callie readjusted herself above him, one leg framing either side of his hips now.
"That was..." Rami started but then trailed off.
"Yeah, it was," Callie agreed, warmth colouring her cheeks slightly. She smiled as Rami reached up to snag one of her blonde curls, rubbing the strands between his fingers for a moment before he curled his hand around her neck, pulling her down to kiss her again. Their mouths fused together, tongues lazily tangling.
"Will you stay for a while?" Rami asked as they parted.
"I can't," Callie replied, managing to extract herself from his grip. She pushed herself up off the bed and headed towards the little en-suite bathroom. "I have to get to the arena. Do you mind if I grab a shower?" she asked but was already shutting the door before Rami could reply.
Sitting on the stage, Callie folded her legs together and looked up at the Titantron. Her laptop was open in front of her and showing a mock up model of the set design for the upcoming pay-per-view. Narrowing her eyes, Callie chewed on the inside of her cheek, considering her next idea carefully. She was working simultaneously on the model for the pay-per-view and on the set up for tonight's live Monday Night RAW.
"How are you guys doing up there with the lights?" the blonde picked up the small wireless radio that was lying next to her. A fuzzy sounding static burst through the speaker from the other side and then Freddie; her fellow set designer, spoke through the speaker.
"We're having a bit of an issue with securing some of the spots up here. Fancy popping up and seeing if you can give us a hand?" he asked. His words were unclear and drawn together by his strong British accent but after several years of working with him, Callie had adapted to understanding what he was saying.
"Just give me a minute," she replied, pushing herself up to her feet. A loud thud from behind her drew her attention to the ring and she stopped to watch the action going on down there for a few moments. Colby 'Seth Rollins' Lopez and his close friend Joe 'Roman Reigns' Anoa'i were currently sparring in the ring with each other. The two of them were locked up and engaged in a battle of strength and wills and it was clear that the bigger man was going to win. He easily overpowered Colby with his brute bulk and knocked the more slender of the two superstars backwards on his ass. Colby let out a laugh and flipped back up to his feet, his quickness easily allowing him to turn the tables on Joe. Scrabbling across the ring, he jumped on Joe from behind, his long limbs locking around Joe's body, hands secured around his head. He began to squeeze his arms together around Joe's head, forcing his friend into a sleeper hold.
Callie watched as Joe flailed, trying to pull Colby off of his back but the Iowan superstar held on relentlessly, putting more strain on the bigger man. Tearing her eyes away from the duo, Callie headed backstage to the other side of the titantron. Opening the door to the stairs, she headed up to the rafters above the arena.
The walkway vibrated and lurched slightly as Callie made her way across it, heading over to where Freddie and Benji were struggling to secure a large spotlight to the metal rafter.
"Are you guys okay?" Callie asked, crouching down next to them. She got on her hands and knees and leaned towards them.
"Not really!" Benji groaned, his body swaying one way as he struggled to hold the spotlight in place and at the correct angle. The light was heavy and they had already attached the hood to the front of it which wasn't helping with the weight issue.
"So, if you two hold it and I use the wrench to secure it. Let's see if that works," Callie slid closer to the two of them and picked up the wrench. As Benji and Freddie held it in place, Callie quickly pushed the bolts into place and used the wrench to secure it. With each bolt that tightened, the strain on Freddie and Benji lessened. Finally, the three of them sat back and let out a breath; the two guys sighing and wiping their foreheads with the backs of their forearms.
"Thanks Callie," Benji smiled at her. "I thought we were going to lose it at one point," he explained.
Callie glanced over the edge of the walkway, noting that they were almost above the ring.
"Which would not have been good," she chuckled, causing the other two to laugh with her. A light childish giggle drew her attention away from her two colleagues and her eyes dropped down to the ring again. Her stomach clenched at what she saw and she was on her feet in a moment, excusing herself from Benji and Freddie's company.
Heading back down the walkway and down the stairs, Callie marched briskly out onto the stage and down the ramp towards the ring. The sight that greeted her had her stomach churning. Colby was in the ring alone and he was currently showing her 8 year old daughter how to perform a 'Curb Stomp'. Callie watched as he rocked against the ropes and ran towards the centre of the ring, jumping high in the air before bringing his foot down to stomp against the mat; the bottom of his foot striking his invisible opponent. She continued to watch as her little girl followed his movements and copied the move exactly, letting out a giggle when Colby laughed and ruffled her hair.
"Well done, kid," he chuckled. "You'll be giving me a run for my money soon," he laughed, his head lolling back, a gleeful smile on his face.
"Eisele!" Callie barked, drawing the attention of her daughter and of Colby. Both of them looked to her, their identical smiles making her stomach clench. Callie let out a breath, trying to dampen down her anger. "It's time to go," she told her daughter. "Out of the ring, c'mon!"
"But Daddy said that I could play in the ring for a bit!" Eisele protested, the smile falling from her face to be replaced with a slight pout and sad eyes.
"And where is Daddy right now?" Callie asked, her eyes looking around for him. There were several other superstars gathered around the ring. Some were waiting to get in the ring, some were discussing their upcoming matches and some had congregated in a small huddle by the announcing area. Callie managed to pick out her ex-husband within the group and she narrowed her eyes in his direction.
"We were just messing around, Callie," Colby tried to explain. "I was just showing the kid my finishing move, no harm done."
"I think that I'll decide that for myself, thank you," Callie sniped, her focal point still on the father of her child who was chatting with a few of his friends over at the other side of the ring. "Her father is supposed to be watching her! And you are most certainly not allowed to teach my child how to perform a 'Curb Stomp'. She's eight years old!" Callie brought her attention back to Colby and explained how she felt about what was going on. He held his hands up, trying to indicate that he meant no harm but Callie continued on. "What gave you the idea that I would be okay with something like this? What is going on in that brain of yours, Colby!?" Callie had to watch her language, refraining from swearing in front of her kid. "Eisele! I said get out of the ring, please!" she looked to her daughter and she felt her resolve beginning to crumble at the look on her daughter's face.
"Okay, Mommy," Eisele managed to slip through the space between the bottom and middle ropes, stomping down the stairs and moving to Callie's side. Callie took her daughter's hand and looked up at Colby who was leaning over the ropes towards her.
"I'm sorry, okay?" he tried to apologise but Callie could tell he was being anything but serious and he thought that she was overreacting. It was always the same when it came from someone who wasn't a parent. Before Callie had gotten pregnant with Eisele, she wouldn't have given a care in the world but now that she had a child of her own to raise, every little thing that Eisele did left her feeling on the edge of her seat with worry.
Callie didn't answer Colby and she moved towards the other side of the ring, gearing herself up for a confrontation with her ex-husband.
"Brian!" she called, a small portion of her anger slipping into her speech. His hazel eyes met hers and he excused himself from his group of friends to approach Callie and his daughter. He held his arms out and Callie let go of Eisele's hand so that she could jump into her father's arms.
"Hi, munchkin! Did you fun in the ring with Colby?" he smiled, tucking a lock of Eisele's blonde hair behind her ear.
"I did," she mumbled. "But Mommy said I've not to go back in the ring," she frowned, her bottom lip wobbling slightly.
"Mommy said that, did she?" Brian asked and looked to Callie, a confused expression on his face.
"Yes, I did say that," Callie propped her hands on her hips, a look of sheer disappointment on her features. "Eisele is here to spend time with you, Brian. She's not here to be passed off onto your colleagues," Callie tried to keep her voice calm, not wanting their daughter to witness them fighting.
"And I am spending time with her," the current Cruiserweight Champion explained. "I have been with her the whole day, Callie. And I was watching her when she was in the ring."
Reaching her their daughter, Callie lifted her out of Brian's arms and set her down on the ground. Gently brushing her hand over Eisele's head, Callie bent down and whispered to her daughter. She pointed over to Ashley 'Charlotte' Fleihr and Pamela 'Bayley' Martinez who were sitting discussing their upcoming match at the side of the ring. Eisele did as she asked and went over to join them, laughing when Pamela pulled her down onto her lap, peppering her face with multiple kisses and squeezing her tightly.
"So, you're okay with Colby teaching our daughter how to perform a 'Curb Stomp'?" Callie asked, turning her attention back to Brian. Her ex-husband was only slightly taller than her - Callie stood at 5 ft 5", whilst Brian stood at 5 ft 7"; thus making it far easier for the two of them to have a full blown argument without Callie feeling overwhelmed.
"She was perfectly safe in the ring with Colby," Brian insisted. "Do you think for one minute that I would have allowed her to get in there if I didn't think that she would be okay? I am her father after all and I would never let anything bad happen to her."
Callie bit her tongue and let out a deep sigh. She felt all of the fight leave her body. The look on Brian's face was telling her that she was hurting him by accusing him of being a bad parent and that had not been her intention at all. Her main priority was the safety of her child and she was just trying to drive that point home.
"I'm not insinuating that you would, Brian. I know that you love her but letting her get in that ring when you are not watching her is dangerous. Too dangerous in fact and I would really appreciate it if you didn't let that happen again," Callie told him. "Look, I know that we don't have the easiest of family situations and it's not great with you being on the road and me working for the company as well but we make it work to the best of our ability. I want Eisele to have a stable upbringing. And I don't want her getting in that ring."
"Look, I know that you don't like the ring and for good reason, Callie. But you have to respect the fact that I want Eisele to know what her Dad does. I want her to be able to experience this world and what it offers. I don't want her to..."
"She's eight, Brian. Eight!" Callie snapped. "She doesn't need to train in the ring. Obviously we're not going to see eye-to-eye on this so let's just agree to disagree. I don't have a problem with Eisele getting in the ring...when she is old enough! And that is much further down the line that right now."
Callie called Eisele back over to them. Their daughter managed to extract herself from Pamela's grip and she ran back over to them, jumping up and down on the spot next to Callie.
"Say goodbye to Daddy, Eisele," Callie told her. "He's got to start prepping for his match tonight and you have homework to do," Eisele's face fell at the idea of doing her schoolwork.
"Homework! Ewwww!" Brian cried out, making a funny face as he picked Eisele up and twirled her around, earning a rambunctious giggle from his daughter. The father-daughter duo bid goodbye to each other and Callie made plans with Brian to meet up after the show and take their daughter for dinner.
As Callie and Eisele made their way back around the ring towards the ramp, Callie leaned down and brushed a kiss over her daughter's head, squeezing her hand tightly.
"A little birdy told me that Gage is backstage," Callie told Eisele, referring to Bill Goldberg's son. "How about we just scratch all that boring homework and you and Gage can have some fun?"
"Really?" Eisele's little face lit up with the idea of having someone her own age to play with.
"As long as his Mommy and Daddy are okay with it then I don't see why not," Callie told her, laughing when Eisele pumped her fist in the air and shouted 'Yes' at the top of her voice.
She drew her eyes away from her daughter and they began to head up the ramp. The back of her neck prickled and she looked behind her, her eyes meeting Colby's brown ones.
It was a bit of a standoff between them for a few moments, neither blinked, neither looked away; just deep brown straight on green. Colby lifted his mouth slightly into a smirk and Callie turned away, heading backstage with her daughter.