The Fine Line Between Love and Hate

I rubbed the back of my neck. My body was so damn sore. It definitely felt like all of my high risks manuevers had come back to bite me in the ass. My neck and back were what was feeling the worst of it. Of course, it didn't help that Brooks had been beating the shit out of me when I was vulnerable. That on top of my matches were just killing my body.

"Jeff? Earth to Jeff. Focus on us bro."

I blinked several times. Matt and Mor were trying their best to get my attention. "What?" I said in a daze. I hadn't noticed that I had spaced out so badly.

"Are you okay?" Mor asked. The Shaman of Sexy had actually taken his sunglasses off so he could look me in the eyes, which had to be some kind of miracle. He was almost always wearing those damn things.

"Yeah," I lied. I didn't need to burden him and Matt with my troubled thoughts.

"Are you sure?" Matt saw right through my lies. His voice was filled with concern.

"I'm fine," I insisted. I grabbed my bag and got up to my feet. "I need to take a shower."

I could feel their eyes on me as I left the room and started heading towards the part of the arena that had the locker room showers. It was really late after the show, so they probably figured we were the only three wrestlers left in the building. I knew differently though. There was someone else and he was following me right now. Sometimes I wondered if he truly believed that he was sneaking up on me or if he actually knew that I could usually feel his presence before he stepped out of the shadows. Not that it actually mattered of course. I hated him either way, and after tonight, this sick game would be over for good.

I stepped into the room with the showers and I threw my stuff down to the floor. "This is really pathetic," I said as I turned around. "You're not even trying to hide yourself now, you self-righteous bastard."

Phil stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He was still wearing his ring gear and he had that stupid self satisfied smile on his face. "Why should I hide? Matt and Mor aren't going to follow you for a little while. We've got plenty of time to have some fun."

I glared at him. Yeah, this was fun for him. He like toying with me, knowing I wasn't in any real shape to fight back.

He rolled his eyes. "Come on Jeff, you know you like our games. It's not like you don't get off on them."

I continued my glaring. Yeah, I knew I got off sometimes when we were together. My body naturally had a few masochist tendencies and I couldn't help it. But tonight was going to be the last night. I found someone who could fulfill my desire for pain and who was someone I didn't absolutely despise. I wasn't going to share that information with Phil yet though. He wouldn't believe me until the person got here. I had told the guy earlier that Phil liked to get me in the showers. My new boyfriend told me to go about the usual business and let him take care of Phil when he got there.

Phil walked towards me, his olive colored eyes never leaving mine. "They all love you," he said quietly. "The fans, the people back here...why can't they see what I see? How can you keep them under your spell, even though we all know what you are?"

"And what do you think I am Brooks?" I asked. I knew the answer already but I asked anyway.

"You're a failure," Phil replied. "And an enabler. All those kids that worship you are being led down the wrong path in life."

"Like you actually care," I snapped. "You just care about yourself Punk. You don't give a shit about anyone else."

"Shut up Jeff. You don't know anything about me."

"Oh I don't? You say I disgust you but you can't stay away from me. I could quit you in an instant but you're the one who's keeping this bullshit up. You're the one with the addiciton Punk, not me."

Phil didn't like hearing that. He grabbed me by the wrists and pushed me into the nearest shower stall. I grunted in pain and then gagged as he kissed me. I was too sore to fight him, so all I could do was let him shove his tongue in my mouth. His hands groped me through my jeans and I couldn't hold back a small moan despite how much I hated him right now.

"On your knees," he ordered, forcibly trying to shove me down.

"No," I replied. I wasn't going to suck him off. He didn't even deserve my mouth.

His eyes darkened. "Come on Jeff, make this easier on yourself," he told me. He undid my pants and yanked them down before pulling down his trunks. His dick was already rock hard at the mere thought of what he was going to do to me. "You always complain that I don't use lube. Use your pretty mouth as lube and I might even prep you this time."

I shook my head. I wasn't giving in. He could try to make me, but I would bite his damn dick off if he tried. I wasn't even playing around with him.

He scowled. He knew that no matter how many times he made me his bitch, he couldn't control me. "Fine, be that way," he said nastily. He lifted one of my legs up and wrapped it around his waist. "Last chance to play nice," he told me.

I spit right in his face. "Go to hell Brooks."

He wiped the spit off his face and shook his head. "Fine, be that way." He entered me roughly, making me scream. "Take it!" he demanded. He pulled on my hair so hard that he nearly yanked some of it out. "Come on Jeff, take it if you're so tough!"

I bit my lip so hard that I could taste my own blood. Fuck, he was fucking tearing me apart. I was ripping and stretching and some of that pain actually felt good. I wish it didn't. I wish I could make my body understand that it was supposed to hate him too, even though he was giving me the kind of pain I secretly desired. "Fuck you," I managed to get out.

Phil actually laughed at me. "You wish," he said tauntingly. He grunted as he continued slamming in and out of me. He loved how tight I was. Actually, everyone liked that. It was everyone I've ever slept with had banged sluts with assholes the size of mayonaise jars or something. It was actually kind of ridiculous to me.

I heard the bathroom door open and I grinned. Phil was so lost in having his fun that he didn't realize that I had company. I saw the blue eyes I've begun to love peeking into the shower and I moaned. I wasn't moaning because I loved being watched (although I usually did). No, I was moaning because I knew Phil would be getting a nice receipt very soon.

"Fuck, you like that don't you?" Phil asked. He yanked on my hair again. "Fucking little slut. You like being treated like this, don't you?"

"Not by you," I replied, even though one of my hands was reaching down and stroking myself as I spoke. It was more for our guest's enjoyment than for Phil's.

"You're such a dirty liar," Phil replied. He thrusted into me again and came with a groan. I stroked myself quickly, bringing myself to a hate filled orgasm. "Fucking dirty bitch," Phil muttered. "I wonder what everyone would say if they knew the real you."

"They're not going to find out," I replied. "I'm done with you."

"Oh yeah? Who said I'm going to let you go?"

"That would be me."

Phil turned around and got a fist right to the face, which sent him down to the floor. I clapped my hands excitedly and stepped back. I was sore as hell, but I would recover with time. "Thank you baby," I said sweetly.

"No problem," Cooper replied. He gave me a kiss while kicking Phil while he was down on the ground. "Let's get the hell out of here so we can get you a real shower. You've got Phil germs all over you."

"That's the best idea I've heard all night," I replied.

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Okay, be honest: did anyone think it would be James or Mark that came to punch Phil?

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