Forbidden Ecstasy

By: Arieru

Arieru: Ok this is another chapter that I'm surprised I actually managed to finish. Don't you love me? First off the Knockout thing will only be understood by those who understand my love for Ai's poems… who you gotta read they are so creepy and hard hitting they don't leave your mind alone.

Chapter 12:

This Is How You Get A Man

Mercedes looked at Roosevelt and sighed.

"Yes A.J. Styles and Christopher Daniels is that a problem?" she lifted her eyebrow.

He laughed, "Those fine ass boys," he bit his lip, "I don't care if A.J.'s married he's still gotta a fine little tight ass and Christopher hell that man is handsome."

She looked at him wide eyed and shivering. "Why did you have to say that?" As she laid on her bed she covered her head with the pillow. "I gotta work with these men I can't be thinking about A.J.'s tight ass or how fine Daniels is."

He sat on her ass and grinned.

"Oh really so I take that as you thought about it before," he sat on her taking the pillow off her head.

"Admit it Mercedes," he laughed, "you're working with some fine ass men."

She shook her head blushing, "They're my co-workers Rosie and they're married and Daniels has a kid I'm not to sure about A.J. though but that's not the point," she sighed, "I don't like them like that you know that."

He laughed and then sighed. "You know what could make this so much easier on your little Puertorriqueña self?"

She looked up at him and lifted her eyebrow, "Enlighten me."

He looked at her and grinned, "Don't you realize that all you gotta do is find your man girl," he laughed hugging her, "get married, have kids, buy a big ol' house with a white picket fence, go to the Girl Scout meetings, sell Avon, and bake cookies."

By that time Mercedes glared pushing him away, "Shut up."

Roosevelt sighed and hugged her.

"Oh come on Dezzie don't tell me you haven't thought of looking for a good Puerto Rican boy outside and inside the bed that'd make you happy," he laughed as she blushes, "see why you don't look in Brooklyn perhaps a certain notorious man."

Mercedes pushed him away again.

"Oh don't go there ok," she stood up getting her things for a nice long shower, "you know I will never get with someone like this notorious man who I sure as hell know who you're speaking of so," she stuck out her tongue like a toddler and flashed him a birdie, "screw off."

Roosevelt laughed and smiles, "Betch."

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye then turned to get into her shower while a few minutes later Roosevelt raided her closet stealing anything that would be unflattering to her figure and only leaving her with tight fitted clothing, and a pair of leather pants she hadn't worn at all. The Puerto Rican then ran to his room getting his car key and wrote a note on how much he would surprise her when he came back.

-A few days later… Next Impact Taping-

"I," cue grinding of teeth, "am going to kill you Roosevelt!" Her legs were barely covered by a black, red, and white frilled skirt, her blouse consisted of only a black tube top that didn't cover all too much, and the only coverage of a red bolero jacket leaving the woman's flat stomach for view.

Roosevelt only grinned from ear to ear.

"I'm telling you girl all you need is a man." He had just finished her hair and had sent her to put on her clothes when she discovered that the only decent outfit was this.

Eyebrow lifted and mouth turned into a crazy 'You-are-so-dead' scowl she grabbed her bag and hit him with it until he squealed for mercy.

"Ok I'm sorry but you are so gonna get a fine ass man wearing something like that." He tried complementing her.

"Looking like a whore," she groaned, "oh great it's not enough that the lot of us live up to the word Knockout having most of us come from WWE but now I have to look like a whore." She tapped her foot which was clad in a 2-inch pointed toe black boot.

He laughed nervously, "Don't get all Ai metaphorical ok; being a knockout is a good thing now back in the day it meant a slut not now." He stood up and brushed himself off and smiled.

"Now my lady your carriage awaits." He offered her his arm as he walked her out to her car.

Mercedes ended up giving him a light slap in the head, "You're such a dork."

-Meanwhile where LAX is-

Ashley was set on talking to Konnan who was giving a helpful speech of how he made it into the business while Shawn (Hernandez) was having a go at the punching bag going as intensely as dodging invisible shots to the head, Homicide was doing well at the speed bag the rapid sound of his punches following a consistent rhythm.

"But I don't see why we don't just go for the Tag Team Titles when AMW has it I can take on Gail and if I get trouble with her there's always you Konnan." She sighed as she was beginning to get bored with the discrimination storyline.

Konnan took a sip of his water and nodded.

"Nahh chica I don't want you going down like that we'll wait 'til those prissy white boys Daniels and Styles get the titles then Hernandez and Homicide got it from there."

They both took a glance at those being spoken of who were undergoing their daily workout routines. These (not to mention single) men were hard at work it wasn't hard to figure out why LAX was popular despite their heal status. They had great looking men who also had talent along with Konnan who had serious entertaining microphone skills.

Ashley sighed again and decided to lie down on the gym floor mat.

"I guess though with Gail Kim on AMW's side it will probably be a hell of a long time 'til A.J. and Christopher Daniels get the titles." She closed her eyes hanging around the backstage area was fun but she didn't know to many of the superstars and many of the men who didn't have a girlfriend kept on flirting with her. At least she had Senshi to talk to having some of the members of The Rottweilers was comforting, but hanging around with some of the more flirtatious X-Division stars did irritate a bit. What did they think flirting would do? Nothing she was here to make a name with LAX not date, well, not until she grew used to the business and can handle something else.

Konnan looked at her, "Sometime wrong muchacha?" He groaned as he stood up from the ground his hip aching from the stress.

Ashley only shook her head and didn't open her eyes.

He coughed and nodded looking at Homicide and Hernandez. "Come on Nelson, Shawn we gotta get ready ok." He walked slowly over to the door hoping that his hip would ease up soon.

Homicide nodded retrieving his towel and wiping the sweat off of his face while Hernandez did the same looking over at Ashley who had her hands over her forehead closing her eyes and thinking. He grinned as he walked over to her and picked her up scaring the woman that she let out a small shriek then laughing along with him.

"So what's wrong Ash?" He looked at her as he carried her out of the gym; Nelson lifted his eyebrow a bit watching the two but then shrugged as he followed Konnan's lead.

Ashley meanwhile was surprised at the man's strength and how he could carry her with ease as she laughed.

"Shawn I could walk you know," she laughed and smiled.

He grinned. "I know but you looked like you'd never move and I didn't want to leave you behind." He then set her on her feet as she looked up and laughed.

"It's not like I was complaining." She stated. He smirked.

"Well I gotta hit the shower but I'll carry you again if you'd like," he then walked to the LAX locker room with Homicide leaving Konnan and Ashley to help set up to Spanish announce table.

-Back with Mercedes-

Mercedes tried ignoring the stares and the 'who-is-that's she received from the male roster of TNA as she walked through the hallway ready to knock out anyone who was daring enough to touch her. As her eye's watched the ground she was walking on Mercedes didn't get the chance to see who exactly saw her.

Homicide bit his lip and poked Hernandez to get his attention and pointed at Mercedes not even knowing it was the woman he had made his enemy since he could only see her back. He took in the way this mystery woman swung her hips and how her body moved as she walked. Hernandez sighed and said.

"Not for me man I don't go for the easy looking girls." He said.

Homicide licked his lips and grinned, "Neither do I but look at her a fine ass mami I gotta say."

He then looked on in shock as Mercedes finally found A.J. Style and was talking to him. The woman could easily be recognized now and his jaw dropped and he wished he hadn't said what he just did. Hernandez was equally dumbfounded but then laughed at seeing Homicide's expression.

"Oh I wonder how Konnan will be when he sees her dressed like that."

Arieru: 2 chapters in one week… Why? Because I'm sick and it's snowing out that's why. So comment please and thank you!