Hello, blazingalex here. Well, you guys have spoken. And boy did you guys speak, holy shit.

WARNING: Sexual themes WILL occur. This is rated M for a reason. I do NOT own Pokemon, or anything related in this story. Enjoy!


Chapter 9: Torah?

I came back home hours later to find my apartment unusually quiet. All the lights were out and everything was where it was when I left.

"Torah?" I called out. A piece of paper lied on the kitchen counter; a note.

"Colton,

Went to a movie with Josh. Torah has calmed down.

Natalie"

Relieved, I walked into my room where I hoped Torah was.

"Torah?" I asked. "You in here?" I looked at the bed and gasped. Her clothes sat there, folded neatly.

She's gone. This is all my fault. If I wasn't so worried and overprotective of her, she would still be here. God, I'm such a-

"Hyaa!" I was tackled onto the bed and trapped in a headlock. "Tap, motherfucker!" Fur brushed under my chin.

"Not today!" I grunted, flipping my attacker over my shoulder. Torah fell onto the mattress. I got on top of her and pinned her down. Finally catching my breath, I noticed what she was wearing; an old pair of shorts I had and a tank top. She somehow got her spike retracted so I wouldn't get stabbed.

"Wow, you got strong," Torah told me once I let go. She pecked me on the lips as we sat up.

"You shouldn't scare me like that, hiding away and making me think you were gone. I was scared." I looked down and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry." I pulled her in for a hug. "And to make it up to you, I asked if you could come with me." She perked up.

"R-really? You want me to wrestle with you?"

"Yes. Come with me tomorrow for training." I felt her rest her head on my chest.

"I will."


The next day we both woke up early to get dressed for our training. Torah again dressed up in old shorts and a tank top. I threw on the same clothes as yesterday and just sprayed on some deodorant.

"That's not hygienic," Torah commented.

"I don't care," I told her. "I got to make a quick call into work real quick." I picked up my phone and dialed Dr. Maverick.

"Hello?" He picked up.

"Maverick, this is Colton."

"Oh, hey, Colton! What's up?"

"I quit. I'm in the WWE now." I hung up before he could say another word. "Okay, let's go." I grabbed my car keys and we left for the training center in Milwaukee.


"Remember," the instructor told us. "Protecting the head and neck are top priority whenever performing a move on your opponent. Sometimes you will have to guide them to a safe landing, other times, it's inevitable. That's why you two are going to learn how to land." He looked at me and Torah. "Colton, you first." I stepped forward and instantly he grabbed me and lifted me onto his shoulders.

"Whoa, shit!" I exclaimed, flailing around. He slammed me down onto the mat. I landed square on my shoulders.

"Good landing. The shoulders and back are usually good places to land. Okay, Torah."

"Haa!" Torah screamed as she charged at him. She leaped into the air and was caught. In a blink of an eye, she was thrown down into a spinebuster, her back smacking against the canvas.

"And that's pretty much it. The rest is easy from here on out. You learn how to take hits, high-flying moves and how to execute them, reversals and counters, and at the end of training, you guys get to create your own custom finishers."

"Nice," I said.

"For now, you two go on and take a break. As a matter of fact, that's it for today. A two hour lesson to get the blood flowing and the sweat pouring." All three of us exited the ring and took a seat on the benches, drinking out of our water bottles.

"Colton," Torah said to me. "Thanks for taking me with you."

"No problem," I told her. "Thanks for staying with me."

"Of course. I would never leave you."

"Okay, guys," our instructor said. "Just about another month left and you two get to join Raw. Excited?"

"Very," I replied.

"Good. See you two tomorrow."


We got back home late. Torah walked in first holding a couple of sodas and I followed her in with a bag of McDonalds. I know, healthy, right? Anyways, we walked right into our bedroom, stripped down, got under the covers, and began enjoying our dinner in bed. Honestly, eating in bed is better when there's someone with you. That way, you don't look like a loser.

We ate in silence, Torah leaning up against me as she ate her burger. Her fur tickled my belly in a nice way. At least she was still with me. That's all I absolutely care about.


Yeah, no. No spin-off. Just one huge story. Remember to review and PM me if you want me to add anything to the story. Also, quick shout-out to Ultraviolet Assassin. She (I believe just by looking at the real name in the bio) has asked if she could possibly "copy" a story of mine, and I said yes. Wish her luck and check out her other two stories. blazingalex, out!