SAIL

by THEClubAtlantis

WWE / Lucha Underground / AAA / NJPW / TNA / ROH / OCs Four fans are chosen to accomplish "The Taskmaster's Mission?" What is this mission? And how does it connect and effect every entity in professional wrestling?

12. S2 C3 All of the Lights

Chapter Three – "All of the Lights"

Charlotte took a deep breath and stepped onto the Comic-Con stage. She elated to see the fans, her sisters and to hear the roar of the crowd again. It had been years since she'd retired and the love of the audience was a drug that was hard to kick.

Charlotte gently hugged her long time SUPERIOR and MORE TALENTED rival, Sasha. She accepted a gentle hug and kiss on the cheek from Teddy Long. Hugged X, Renee, Stephanie and sat down on the long couch.

Renee held up a card, "Let's start with most liked question from the WWE Universe, What was it like being in a relationship and then marrying Prince G-MO?"

Sasha rolled her eyes at the question.

Charlotte inhaled, "Well, it was hard. Very hard, at first because of the way we marketed. I mean, in the entertainment business a guy makes more if he's this single playboy heartthrob and a woman makes more if she's a virtuoso heartbroken angel that never seems to find Mr. Right. So we dated for a long time but it had to be kept secret from the fans."

Stephanie interrupted, "Before anyone says anything. Let me say what everyone else is thinking. You both sucked at lying about it or even fooling anyone. We got so many tweets and emails about it that I thought we were going to crash the server."

Charlotte shrugged, "Neither of us wanted to hide the relationship. That was a decision made by management and…it was just business but he did irritate the hell out of me at first. I think my father was the only person who didn't quite know about it. He was honestly the last person on earth to figure out we were together."

Sasha crossed her arms and coyly asked, "Who proposed?"

Choice

A | I did.

B | He did.

Hunter hung up the phone and turned to Stephanie, "Lucha Underground is finished. They lost a lot of stars during the invasion. Not by the hand of any of our people. Their own man did it. Our hands are clean."

Stephanie sat up and stared at her husband. "Are they safe?"

Hunter nodded, "Just as I knew they'd be. A few Ubers picked them up and got them out there. And…," he exhaled, "look at social media."

Stephanie scrolled through her phone for a moment finding fan-recorded footage from the event. She read the comments and the cheers of praise and adulation the people had for this New Nation of Domination that had invaded and destroyed Lucha Underground. Four men that dominated and took out an entire company.

Hunter smiled, "Baby," crawling over the sheets and smiling at her, "I think we've got something big here."

Stephanie smiled, "I think…you're right."

Charlotte exhaled and turned to the slumbering group that laid sprawled out on every couch and bed in the penthouse.

Rell rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly. "What time is-" He blinked. Staring at Charlotte dressed in sweatpants with her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

In that instant, Spade leaned against Rell and whispered, "White meat only!"

He felt a hard tug on his ear, "You need to shut the hell up." Thunder Rosa warned.

JR sat at the table, "It's two in the afternoon," reading the Wall Street Journal. JR was wearing a tanktop and shorts. He looked as if he had just finished a workout.

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "You and Charlotte are both sweating!"

JR's face drawled. "Because we just came from the gym."

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "Awful funny you two went at the exact same time. What kind of workout were you both doing?"

Charlotte turned to JR. "Who the hell is this guy?"

"That's Aerostar." Spade drawled. "Don't mind him. He's just Queer Eye for the Sane Guy."

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed at Spade. "I slept alone while you slept in a room with two men and two women."

Spade wrinkled his face. "Bruh, we just stopped at the first hotel we saw. We had just wrestled an entire show, went to the vanilla-" he felt a sharp elbow from JR.

Charlotte blinked her eyes, "The Vanilla what?" She probed.

"The Vanilla Sky." Rell lied. "We went to see Vanilla Sky. It's Prince's favorite Tom Cruise movie."

Charlotte eyed the men suspiciously.
"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "That's a lie. Eyes Wide Shut is Prince's favorite Tom Cruise movie."

Charlotte stared at Aerostar. "And how would you know that?"

"I hide in his closet when he was watches it."

"Dude, what the fuck?" Spade walked away not saying anything.

Charlotte shook her head. "I'm just going to walk away and curse him out later."

Thunder Rosa poured herself a glass of orange juice. "What do you want, Aerostar?"

"I am here to speak with the three men of the house that lost their ladies." Aerostar answered.

"Don't you mean two?" Thunder corrected.

"No," Aerostar shook his head, "I meant three. I don't see Naomi. I don't see Zelina. And I don't see-"

"Don't say it." Rell warned.

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "I don't see Alexa."

Thunder's face melted into a glare of death.

Choice

A | Listen to what he has to say.

B | OOH DA NUTZ!

C | Throw him out the window.

Thunder Rosa marched up and punted Aerostar in the groin.

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "I thought you react impulsively to the truth so I came well prepared with a titanium cup shaped like a caterpillar."

"What the fuck?" Spade mused. "Man," grabbing Aerostar by the scruff of his neck. "Get yo ass," opening the window, "Out of here!" Launching the luchador off the twenty-third floor.

"AAHHHH!" He screamed and then a loud POP filled their ears. "AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed behind Spade. "You forgot I possess the power of teleportation."

Spade exhaled, "When are we checking out here so I can go home?"

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "How did the group get from Florida to Southern California in a taxi in a matter of minutes? PLOT HOLE from the writer?"

JR stared at Aerostar, "Lucha Underground never said exactly where The Temple is. It could be on the Georgia border for all we know."

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "But how would the Guerrero family which has influence in El, Paso on the Texas border have so much control if it weren't in Texas?"

Cobra rolled her eyes. "I give up."

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "You surrender because-"

"Por que tu idiota pendejo (Because you're a dumb dickhead)." She clutched Rell's arm and dragged him to the bedroom.

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "You're just conveniently leaving so you can make babies without the babies."

Before Rell could turn around to retort, Thunder yanked him into the bedroom, slammed and locked the door.

Charlotte looked on. She felt both puzzled and intrigued. She had never seen or heard of Aerostar. Was he legend? Someone that had been around the business a long time? Charlotte was still new to the business, after all. "That's a good point," She turned to JR, "Are we still in Florida?"

JR stared at his newspaper, "The writers aren't going to answer that. Even though it's lazy, it's also smart not to address it."

"I guess." Charlotte agreed.

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "You're breaking the fourth wall."

"Aerostar, right?" Charlotte stepped forward and offered her hand. "I'm Charlotte and since you know a lot about everything I have a question to ask you…"

Aerostar smiled at JR. "Finally, someone that appreciates my talents." He smiled at Charlotte, "Ask me anything?"

"Prince," Charlotte hesitated, "Last night…" she exhaled, looking at JR, "He left angry and well-"

"He can be the most childish person in the world when he's angry." JR agreed.

"Yeah," Charlotte nodded, "Do you know if he was with any other girl last night?"

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "You're feeling insecure."

Charlotte downcast her eyes. Beads of sweat rolled down her body. Her and JR were both waiting to use the shower. JR, being a gentlemen, had said, "ladies first…" then all the commotion with Aerostar had began. "Just-"

"Shut up, Aerostar." JR said immediately. "Charlotte," JR turned to her, "If you can't trust, Prince," he turned his head, "You know what, I'm not trying to get into you guys business but why be with him if you don't trust him."

"I do." Charlotte said immediately, "But I'm still getting to know him. And, I really like him and-"

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "You're well aware that a lot of women in the locker room also like him." Aerostar nodded. "I mean, he's so hot and-"

"WHOA!" JR leaned back. "Aerostar, that was very suspect."
Aerostar backed away, "Is what those women in the locker room say. I was quoting them."

"It didn't sound like your were." JR eyed him suspiciously.

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "You're trying to change the subject so I don't address

Charlotte's concern. Well, nice try JR Simmons but I am a hero and I am a proprietor and a symbol of justice."

"Heroes don't lie about stupid shit." Spade yawned as he changed his shirt.

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "The Winter Soldier lied to Iron Man about-"

"Ahem," Charlotte cleared her throat, "After Prince left The Temple last night," she decided to add more detail to her question, "did he spend the night with another woman?"

JR blinked his eyes. (What is Charlotte really trying to ask?) He thought about what this was really about.

Where else would Prince have gone?

The guy was likely worn out and tired. He'd wrestled, fought an entire roster, had sex twice and drank enough to alcohol to shut down the average person's liver.

(Please.) Charlotte squeezed her wrist. (I mean, if he did go to Sasha's then…) She sighed. (It would make sense. She's beautiful and…management wouldn't bar them from being out in public together because they're both black and…) Charlotte insecurely sighed. (He'd be happier with her…right?)

JR scratched his goatee. (What does she really wanna know? Hopefully this fool doesn't snitch. What we did at The Vanilla Unicorn was business…period. In order for people to trust us we had to get a bit of dirt on us. Had we said no we wouldn't get whatever push is coming to us. What was it she really wants to know?)

Then, it hit JR like a bolt of lightning. (Charlotte has always felt threatened by one woman in particular and it's no secret the woman Prince always seemed to have his eye on is Sasha.)

Charlotte stared at Aerostar. "What did Prince do after he left?"

Choice

A | Prince is passed out drunk at his house.

B | Prince is passed out drunk at a club.

C | Prince is passed out drunk at your house, Charlotte.

After showering, JR stared at the pulsing electric-blue light on smartphone.

(Who called me? My uncle, maybe.) He thought.

Charlotte, golden blond hair cascading onto her shoulders nodded to the group, "Ready to checkout?"

Spade finished his glass of orange juice. "Right behind you." He stared at his phone. Zelina hadn't texted. (Damn women.)

(If you really wanna talk to her, you should text her.) Charlotte had advised.

Spade thought for a moment. (Maybe when I get home.) Pocketing the phone.

Rell was exhausted from the round of lovemaking. (I've created a monster) He was bewildered by how much sex Thunder Rosa seemed to need. Every second of the day she seemed to want more of him. It wasn't a bad problem to have, he realized.

JR stared at the caller ID. It was a number he didn't realize. (It could be WWE management.) He thought, redialing the number.

After a few rings, a woman's voice answered: *Hello*

"Hey, you called me a few minutes ago, I was just returning your call."

*Oh* the strange woman happily said *Here*

After a strange exchange a man's voice spoke into the *Is this JR Simmons*

"Who's asking?"

*I got your number from your uncle. He's close friends with my brother and my father."

"Erm," JR paused, "Who am I speaking to?"

*Cody Rhodes, I hear you guys contracts expire in a week. How would you like to push up the price of your big payday? You guys been to Japan before? The Black Beatles invade New Japan Pro Wrestling! What do you think?*

Choice

A | We're in.

B | Nope. We're resigning with WWE. Already decided it.

C | Let me talk to the guys about it. I'll give you an answer by tonight.

Under the sugar-pink lights of a Miami nightclub, Charlotte swayed and danced.

"What's your name?" Prince dressed in a cheap blue suit asked, "Charlotte, what?"

"Flair?" She answered.

"What?" Prince leaned forward

"Flair?!" She shouted over the music.

"Flair?" He repeated. "That sound's like a bird…," flapping his arms like a pigeon, "Flying around." He twirled and took a puff of his cigar. "Where you from?"

"Charlotte." She answered.

"Huh?"

"Charlotte?!" She said again.

Prince gave her a puzzled look, "I thought that was your name though."

"Look, it doesn't really matter, does it?" Refocusing her mind on the music.

"I'm just trying to be friendly, ya know." Prince shrugged.

"Oh I have enough friends. Believe me, the last thing I need is a friend that came off the banana boat."

"Banana boat?" Prince gave her a bewildered look. "What does that mean?"

"Aren't you one of those African's that sell essential oils, bean pies or a Jamaican that's going to sell me some pot?" Charlotte asked.

"What are you talking crazy for? I'm a historical refugee here. So take it easy. Don't talk crazy." Prince snarled.
"Sorry." Charlotte smiled, not looking sorry at all. "I didn't mean to offend your political status."

"Okay, what is wrong with you, lady?" Prince smiled, "You got a beautiful face, beautiful legs, beautiful body all these guys in love you. Only you got a look in your eye like you haven't seen the WWE Network in a year."

"Hey Tyrone, when, how and where I see The Network is none of your business." Charlotte retorted.

"Now you talking to me, baby." Prince smiled. "That I like! Keep it coming!"

"Don't call me baby! I'm not your baby!" Charlotte shot back.

"Not yet, you gotta give me some time." Prince smiled cheekily.

"Even if I were blind, desperate, starved and begging for it, you would be the last guy I watched the network with." Charlotte declared.

1 Hour Later…

"OH GOD YES," Charlotte moaned, "I miss watching Nitro, Thunder, Raw, ECW and the older episodes."

"Oh here it goes," Prince pointed, two shared a bucket of popcorn.

"GOLDBERG! GOLDBERG!" The both cheered.

*WWE Network, 1 month free trial, order now!*

Charlotte's face was scarlet. "I remember when we shot that. I didn't wanna do it."

"And we were never going to air that commercial." Stephanie laughed.

Sasha rolled her eyes, "It's easy to see why."

"The Scarface reference. The fans loved it but we did get in a bit hot water. DOKDA OOMAH wasn't too happy about it." Sasha mumbled, "Broke Niggas Anonymous always got a solution when they aren't spending any money."

"Well," Charlotte sighed, "management had me and Prince hiding our relationship. He would do interviews and take shots at me and I would take shots at him and the fans were shipping us. Vince got a call from Scott Hall about doing the commercial and he loved it. And well, a lot of Trump supporters loved it until the very end."

Sasha laughed, "And Tommy Sotomayor hated it until the end."

Renee smiled, "So what happened on that couch after the camera stopped rolling."

Choice

A | I'll never tell.

B | I rode him like a pony and banged me like a Salvation Army drum! That's what

C | We went to I Hop and had pancakes.

Charlotte whispered to Renee, "After the cameras were gone…what do you think we did? I mean, have you seen him? You know how hot he is. I had to. I couldn't help myself." She gloated.

Sasha snorted and irritably turned away.

"I rode him like a pony and he banged me like a Salvation Army drum." Charlotte whispered.

Sasha stood, "I've gotta take this," suddenly finding her phone and leaving the set.

Charlotte watched Sasha stride away. She had made her mark very clear for Sasha to see.

After the Temple's destruction…

When Charlotte arrived home, she was surprised to find passed out on her couch with an open bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey in front of him.

(He's here.) Charlotte crossed the room and plucked up the bottle of whiskey. (After everything I went through last night…) She took a swig of the potion and sat it down. (How does he drink this stuff?) She wondered.

She stared at the almond-angel on her couch. He snored softly, his leather jacket draped on the shoulders of her dining chair. He could have gone anywhere else but he chose to come to her house. Why?

She lazily plopped down on the couch and leaned against him. Her head resting on his throat.

Prince shook awake and tipsily glanced down at her. "Hey."

Charlotte turned away, "And bye," marching away.

"Huh?" Prince scratched his head. "Hold up," catching her arm, "How long have you been home?"

"Awhile." She lied. "And all you did was come here and get drunk and-"

Prince smiled at her, "Liar."

Charlotte glared at him.

"If you'd been here long enough then you'd be yelling at me for what I did in the bathroom."

(What did he do in the bathroom?!) Charlotte jerked away and made a beeline for the bathroom.

She threw open the door to find a warm candlelit bubble bath, a pot of Rooibos tea, bottle of red wine and a playlist of soft techno music playing.

"I thought," Prince draped his arms around her and pulled her smaller frame into him.

He smelled of whiskey and cologne. He smelled like a new sense of comfort to her. She just wanted to evanesce into the wind with him. "What's this?" She asked.

"I apologize." Prince shot out. "I was an asshole in the desert."

Charlotte spun around, "Just the desert?"

"That was business." Prince defended.

"You called me a golden retriever. In front of everyone." She snarled.

Then, she felt his hand on her hips and lips on hers. He'd silenced her. (Is he even listening to me?!) She wondered with a flare of anger.

Then, she felt her clothes falling off her. Piece-by-piece they were peeled off her like leaves in the autumn. (He's probably used to undressing women.) Charlotte thought darkly.

She felt her body in his arms and in the arm.

Prince carefully lifted her into the water. At first, she was worried it would either be too hot or too cold but it was just fair bit of warm.

"Here," Prince placed a remote in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. "As warm as you want. I'll be waiting when you're done."

Charlotte shook her head. "No, you won't. I want you here with me." Gesturing to all the extra space in the giant bathtub.

Prince smiled, "Feeling dirty? A bit of Aguilera?"

Charlotte mischievously smiled, "Maybe I've been around the other girls a bit but after a bit of anime all I'll say is, simple is clean is the way that you're making me feel right now."

Prince chuckled at the Kingdom Hearts reference and slipped his shirt and jeans off, stuck one toe in the water, "Almost forgot," he hurried away before returning with the bottle of Jack Daniels.

Charlotte rolled her eyes and smiled.

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(Am I beautiful to him?) Charlotte wondered. (Maybe I'm too manly like the people on the internet say. I mean, he has been with international pop stars, models and now-) Charlotte couldn't contain her insecurity. (We made love and it was a bit darker. Now we can really see eachother and he looks…delicious.) Her eyes traced the contours of his face and the delicate blend of machismo and beauty that his dreadlocks loaned to him. Looking at him, to her, was like beholding a lion roaring atop a mountain. Alluring, dangerous and beautiful.

Prince lifted the whiskey to his lips. (I do know how to make a nice bath.) He thought.

Charlotte stared at him, daring him to make a move but just continued to drink.

"So, how did you get back?"

"You didn't send the UBER for me?!" Charlotte snapped.

"No. The other girls said they had you covered so I just focused on getting everyone home."

"Everyone except me." Charlotte drawled. "You know what," Shaking her head. "To hell with this bath and to hell with you. You are an asshole." Ready to climb out of the water.

Moments later, Charlotte's eyes were wide with bliss. How did it happen? She had no

idea. Within the warm bathwater, Prince moved within her. She felt the warmth of the elements around her body and the strength of her lover inside her body.

"Ohh," her legs quaking around his torso.

Prince only smiled. He had the confirmation he needed as she leaned ontop of him. Her body craved more but could she handle more. She hadn't slept well. "Come," She breathed into his ear sensing that he had been holding back. "I want you to come."

Prince's Jedi-mind tricks had restrained his hormones from going nuclear.

The moment he had felt the warmth within her, he had done what he'd trained himself to do countless times before. Prince had begun to imagine the most repulsive things he could think of…

(Spiders.)

(Cockroaches.)

(Maggots.)

The moment Charlotte had leaned forward gently bit his earlobe and said, "I want you to come." The filter had been removed. He'd finally allowed himself to truly feel her. The spongy warmth that cradled him, squeezing and milking his ecstasy.

"Come," She seductively whispered as her grip on his body tightened. Her collarbone at his lips as she rode him tighter.

As she rode him near climax a thought struck Prince. (In this water, pulling out won't be as easy. It's risky.)

Then the voice of Webbie entered his mind, *if it don't get hawd fa da juice, it betta get hawd fa da money*

Prince fought against his primal urges, gripped Charlotte by her hips and lifted her off him. He pulled out and finished. His body peaking as he came on her backside.

Charlotte breathed and leaned against him. "You don't…," she breathed, "You don't wanna come inside me?"

Prince was still in a miracle mile of pleasure. He blinked and stared at her, "You wanted me to?"

Charlotte shrugged, "I mean, if you wanted to."

(WHOA!) Prince thought.

Charlotte planted a kiss on his cheek and leaned against him. It felt good to feel his blissful gravy on her. She had the proof she needed. Proof that she could be sexy enough for him. That he really was attracted to her. She'd gone out her way everyday. Waking an extra hour just to do her makeup. Asking his friends what women he liked and trying to copy their makeup so that it fit her. She just wanted to look good for him. She felt his arms around her and his lips on her neck. He was claiming her.

(Does he want more?) She was partly excited and terrified at the thought of him reentering her. (What if I get pregnant?) She wondered.

After her long bath, Charlotte passed the dining table and stared at an envelope filled with money. "What's this money for?!" She called.

"The furniture we made together." Prince called. "The time we got bored, went to Home Depot and made those tables. Well, they found their way to an unnamed Instagram account and a couple of people paid top dollar for them."

Charlotte smiled at Prince, "You know, if god forbid we ever had to leave wrestling." Draping her arms around his neck. She immediately his lips on her neck, "We make a pretty good team when it comes to making tables for us to have sex on."

"Yeah we do." Prince smiled.
"Did you at least clean the table before you shipped it to him?"

"Nope."

Charlotte glared at him.

"Kidding." Prince joked. "Of course I did."

Charlotte smiled. They weren't just a physically sexual couple, they'd also found a side business to hustle and make money together from. Her hand was on him, "What do you wanna do today?"

Prince shrugged, "Maybe we'll just stay in. Catch a movie. We've had more than enough adventure this week."

Charlotte smiled, "I think…that's a good idea. Marvel Marathon?"

Prince shook his head, "Batman Marathon."

Charlotte smiled at him, "We're watching Marvel. I have ways of persuading you," planting a deep kiss on his lips.

Moments later, Prince nodded, "You know," He gawked, "Fantastic Four-stique wasn't," he shuddered, "as bad as Unc made it seem."

Charlotte glanced up at him, "It was worse! We'll skip that, Spider Man 3 and the first Hulk movie, okay."

Prince said nothing.

Charlotte slipped him back into her mouth.

"Okay." He agreed feeling the warmth of her mouth persuading his nerves to yes.

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Choice

A |Nah we're still watching Batman

B | We'll watch WHATEVER YOU WANT, Charlotte

C | Spider Man 3 still cool

Tuna salad, golden apple and green tea.

A new style of lunch for Spade. He still felt a tad bit exhausted from last night's festivities. Had he gained something deeper than a friend in Ruby while he eternally lost Catrina? What about Zelina?

Spade glanced down at his phone. (Still nothing.) He felt a bit irritated. (Is that woman even alive? Damn. I should text her but I don't wanna look thirsty.)

Choice

A | Text her

B | Don't text her

Charlotte nervously smiled as she carried a plate of macaroni-and-cheese, steak, potatoes and milkshakes to the table.

"Really?" Charlotte scoffed as Prince unscrewed the top of his whiskey to mix into his milkshake.

Prince innocently shrugged, "What?"

Charlotte frowned.

"Okay," Prince replaced the cap and sat beside her, "What is it?"

"It's nothing," She lied. Remembering the image of her father hooked up to vital machines due to the demons he tried to drown with alcoholism. "I," she breathed as he planted a kiss on the valley between her throat and collarbone. His favorite place to kiss her, it seemed. "I hope you like it."

Charlotte then smiled as Captain America: The Winter Soldier began.

"Noooooooooo," Prince drawled.

"What's wrong?" Charlotte asked suddenly.

"Is this a Captain America movie?" Prince asked.

"Yeah." Charlotte nodded.

"Noooooooooo," Prince continued.

"Don't tell me all that gossip about you hating Captain America was actually true?" Charlotte suppressed a giggle.

"That's not gossip. I can't stand Captain America and I can't stand Superman either." Prince hissed.

"Why?" Charlotte asked.

Prince stared at the bottle of whiskey. He hesitated reaching for it. Why did it break Charlotte's heart earlier when he immediately turned to it? He wondered. He didn't want to upset her again. He'd already been an asshole and abandoned her in the desert.

"Huh?" Prince thought about whether it would be okay to say what he really wanted to say about Captain America. (Well, if we're going to hang out and be together I should be able to say how I really feel and so should she, right?) "Captain America is the embodiment of the great white hope."

Charlotte blinked, "What do you mean?" Not understanding.

"He's the goodie-two-shoes hero that can do no wrong. He's Mr. Perfect at just about everything." Prince drawled.

"Not really." Charlotte sat beside him and gently began to cut his steak into small cubes for him, "If you really look at both Superman and Captain America they're pretty messed up. Captain America got frozen. His family and friends have all died off. No one alive understands him or what he went through. He's basically alone in the world. Its kinda the same with Superman. I mean, if Superman really wanted to he could take over the world but yet he doesn't. Why?"

"Because he's a role player." Prince answered.

Charlotte smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek, "Because he's trying to make a connection,"lifting a cube of steak to his lips.

In that instant, the doorbell rang.

Charlotte blinked. "You'll like this movie. Trust me." She smiled, hurrying to the door and answering.

"Wow," Becky Lynch smiled, "es good ta 'ave ya back in one piece. I was a bit worried, ya know." The Irish Lass Kicker stood in the doorway with a backpack filled to the brim with something.

With no invitation, Becky strode past Charlotte and into the house, "So, how are ya feelin' after," Becky flinched at the sight of Prince sitting on the couch shirtless eating steak. "Hi," she waved.

"Sup." Prince waved, returning his eyes to the screen.

Becky turned to Charlotte with a sinister smile, "Did ya?"

"Becky!" Charlotte hissed.

"Wow!" Becky giggled, "My anaconda don't want none unless oo got buns, girl!" She quoted. "Oo know wha', lemme see," spinning Charlotte around and inspecting Charlotte's ass. "Oo're tryna give Mickie James some competition, eh?"

Charlotte's face was red, "Did you seriously come here to troll me?"

"No," Becky innocently smiled, "So chocolate does help a gal expand the shape of her arse. Hmmmm…" She thought aloud.

Charlotte nervously leaned forward. "Does it really?"

Becky nodded, "By the looks of yours, I woul' say so."

Charlotte nervously smiled.

"So wha' are oo two doin'?" Becky asked, "Better yet…what are oo nah doin?"

Charlotte shook her head. "Well, right now we're having lunch and right now we're not doing anything like what it is you're teasing me about us doing."

Becky smiled, "So…is it really really,"

Charlotte walked away.

"What?" Becky innocently shrugged. "I mean, I've never…ya know. So I was jes curious." Following her to the couch. "Well, I'll use da ladies roo' since ya wanna be roo an' ignore me." Walking into the bathroom. "WOW!" Gawking at the candles, wine bottles, tea and eccentric lightning. "I wonder wha' happened here."

"Becky." Charlotte exhaled. Then, she paused. Becky had just come over to be a

good friend and check on her. Sure, it was embarrassing for Becky to be getting an eyeful of Charlotte's not so secret relationship and sex-life but Becky was alone.

Charlotte was all she had.

"You know what," Charlotte sighed, "I made some extra mac-and-cheese and we're watching Marvel movies. You wanna stay?"

"Of course." Becky smiled. "Besides, I know Black Panther is your favorite hero now. "Your bedroom shall be renamed Wakanda now."

Charlotte frowned at Becky.

Becky leaned forward, "I mean, we are talkin' just as girls. How was it?"

Choice

A | You should find out for yourself, Becky.

B | It was intense. I can't put it into words.
C | No comment. It's a sacred act between two people, Becky.

Spade rolled his eyes and answered his cell, "Yeah?"

"My name is Prince," the tipsy chuckle of his friend quoting Fit Finlay made Spade laugh, "And I love to talk."

"And be an asshole." Spade yawned, scratching his chin. "What's good?"

"Well," Prince stared at the tile walls of the bathroom, "I'm kind of outnumbered over here now that Becky is over here."

Spade stared at the paused screen of Tekken. "By Becky, do you mean Charlotte or some ring rat you picked up in a bar?"

"I mean Becky Lynch." Prince elucidated. "Stop being so racist."

"What?" Spade yawned. "I'm not a racist. Well, maybe to an extent," He quoted. "Seriously, Ginger Spice is over there?"

Prince nodded, "Yeah, we're doing a Marvel Movie Marathon. If you're not doing shit just slide through and keep me from getting cock-blocked."

Spade scratched his head. "I'll think about it, man." Before hanging up.

"Oo know wha' oo sha' do?" Becky pried. "Why nah 'ave a potluck?"

Charlotte turned away from the Winter Soldier and eyed Becky, "another party?" She shook her head, "No. Not after what happened last time."

"Oh," Becky had a surprised look in her eyes, "Wha' 'appened last time? I wasn't 'ere, the writer's didn't write me in til jes now. Oops," covering her mouth, "I'm breakin' da fourth wall, aren' I?"

"Why does Raticate hate your accent so much?" Prince inquired.

Becky furrowed her brow, "Raticate?"

"What?" Charlotte giggled, "You mean the pokemon?" Charlotte nearly choked on her wine. "Oh my god! Kevin Dunn does look like Raticate!" Charlotte realized, "Oh my god!"

After googling a picture of the fantasy creature, Becky was on the verge of tears. "Tha' es too much, gosh Prince! 'ow lon' 'ave oo been 'oldin tha' one in?"

"We and Rell joke about it each time he's walking around backstage." Becky smiled at Charlotte. "Well, thes es wha' I mean. After wha' oo all went through people need a bit a laughter, wine an' Marvel movies."

Charlotte nested her head on Prince's sternum. "You're right but I don't want a rager. I mean, I'm happy now. It's quiet and we're all relaxing."

"Yeah, we are." Becky cheerfully agreed. "Why nah spread tha' happiness?"

"Because people got shot last time." Prince added.

"Oo my gah," Becky covered her mouth, "Why didn' any wun say anyting yesterday? Was it a FUCK DA POLICE, Eazy E, gangsta-gangsta type of shooting?"

Prince facepalmed.

Charlotte smiled, "We're being so white, Becky."

"Yeah we are." Becky cheered. "Oo know I'm white." After a distinct pause. "Oo know I'm right. Oo know I'm white. Forget it." She waved off the pun. "Well, et doesn't 'ave ta be a Rager jes a good time fer a small group a friends an' you can face 'or fear of a 187 happenin' en 'or 'crib', right?"

Prince suppressed a smile, "This is why I don't understand the mind of Raticate. Most men would find the accent sexy."

Becky blushed slight, "Sexy? Oh, really?"

Charlotte's heart twisted into knots of envy. Here Prince was, obliviously focused on another woman. (I'm lying in your arms and you're focused on Becky. Really?!) "You know what," Charlotte nodded, "Inviting a few of the guys," turning to Prince, "would be a good idea." (Let them chase Becky so he can focus on me more.) Charlotte schemed. (Who should I invite though?)

Choice

A | All the women that were kidnapped.

B | My girls and a few extras outside of WWE.
C | No one. Just the three of us.

Zelina stared at the paused Tekken screen and fell backwards into her bed. Training Mode had gotten boring after awhile.

She'd spent the entire day in her studio. A Safe Haven where she felt comfortable. Something she seriously needed after what had taken place the night before.

But now, the solitude and loneliness were beginning to betray her. The isolation alone felt like torture.

When her phone rang, Zelina felt elated to answer. "Hello?"

*Hey, Zelina* Charlotte's voice nervously greeted. *How's it going?*

"It's, uhh, it's going." Zelina awkwardly answered.

*Gimme 'or phone* Becky volunteered. *Oo're makin' et awkwood an' oo are goin' ta scare her* wrestling the phone from Charlotte. *'Ai Zelina, we're 'aving a potluck Marvel Movie marathon with' lots ah wine. Come on over, okay!*

"Umm," Zelina thought, "Okay…"

*We jes finished Winter Soldier now we're watchin' Charlotte's favorite, Black Panther!*

"Becky!" Charlotte reached for the phone. "Are you seriously trying to tell everyone?"

*Wha',* Becky shrugged from within Charlotte's room, *Ah mean ef I was ridin' tha' stallion I'd be braggin'. Ah mean, et es as big as they say, righ? Tha's sumtin' ta be proud of*

Zelina shook her head and smiled, trying not to laugh. (Wow. They made me laugh. I kinda needed that.) "I'll cook something and be over." Zelina smiled before hanging up.

Zelina sat the controller down and inspected her refrigerator. (What should I cook?)

Choice

A | Tacos

B | Elotes

C | Tamales

Rosa thumbed through the small collection of vinyl records.

Meteora by Linkin Park

Hybrid Theory by Linkin Park

The Chronic by Dr. Dre

Kissland by The Weeknd

SPICE by The Spice Girls

American Idiot by Green Day

Fallen by Evanescence

Enter the 36 Chambers by Wu Tang Clan

Ride the Lightning by Metallica

Millenium by The Backstreet Boys

Stripped by Christina Aguilera

Mutter by Rammstein

Loose by Nelly Furtado

"Furtado." Thunder Rosa pulled the album from his collection and examined the art. "You really should hear her spanish albums."

"Sure," Rell exhaled as he carefully placed the glass tank that housed Rosa's favorite iguana near the wall of his apartment. He then spo

"She's moving in." Spade scoffed. "Dude, you two hooked up fifteen hours ago and you're already shacking up?"

"I can't just take a girl's virginity and throw her away, man." Spade sighed.

Spade looked bewildered. "It was just business. You were doing what you had to do to save Alexa. I mean," Spade exhaled, "You gotta trust your instincts and do you but if it was me…I wouldn't do it."

"The Temple was her home, man. And since Prince stole all the gold out of it, its getting demolished."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Spade coughed. "Gold? Nah, I don't know anything about that over this Fed Book chat. I don't know anything so don't come

knocking on my door asking me, Fed book!" Spade said loudly. "I repeat, I didn't see nothing and I don't know nothing!"

Rell shook his head, "I think they get it."

"I hope so. You're dry snitching on him over the internet now. Damn! Well, I guess everyone's calling me today. Speaking of Prince, he invited me over to stop some whole cockblock thing over at Charlotte's house."

"Hold up," Rell paused, "checking a text. Well, I see what you mean. I just got a text about a potluck happening in an hour or two over there."

"You goin?" Spade asked.

"I dunno. I mean, it would be nice. I'm burnt out from moving Rosa's stuff in." Rell stretched his arms. "I might."

"You sure you don't wanna just call her Thunder?" Spade asked. "Everytime you say Rosa I think of Rosa Mendes."

"Nah, it'd be too weird. Calling someone an element like she's an X-Men or something would be weird. Why do you still think of Mendes anyway?"

"She was hot, bruh. Had that MILF vibe going and everything."

"Until Michael Hayes ruined it," Rell snickered, "Well, apparently they're doing a Marvel Movie marathon too."

"I might go." Spade sighed.

"You going with Zelina? I mean, you've texted her right?"

Spade stretched his arm. "I've been busy. I mean-"

"Well," Rell stretched his arms, "We'll likely go. Just gotta decide what we should cook to bring to the potluck."

Choice

A | Potato Salad

B | Cole Slaw

C | Buttered rolls

Hoop earrings shining, Jidenna blaring, Tessa Blanchard held the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

*Hey* Charlotte nervously addressed *Long time no see. I saw your Instagram and it says you're in town*

"Yeah," Tessa nodded, "Just got out the shower. Cardio was a killer today."

*Well, I'm having a potluck at the house if you wanna come by* Charlotte invited.

Becky shook her head. *Oo've really gotta get better ah tha'* Taking the phone *Hey Tessa come by when oo can, ee're 'avin a Marvel Marathon. Lotsa wine from Slick Ric's private stash.*

Tessa gnawed on her fingernails, "Tempting…tempting…"

*Oh and es a co-ed party tonight girl. I'ma need a few twerkin' lessons.*

"Really?" Tessa giggled. "I thought you guys had Naomi."

*We do. She's our Billy Blanks but ah need oo ta be me motivation. I don' 'ave a donk like oo and now Charlotte.* Receiving an elbow from Charlotte.

Tessa blinked, "Charlotte's ass has gotten bigger?"

*I mean, da proof es in da poodin' at this rate. Ah mean, oo had some chocolate and oo 'ave an amazing donk. Charles jes started getting' chocolate an' now she's getting a really nice wun too*

"Hold on," Tessa giggled, "Charlotte's dating black men now? Who is is?"

*Well* Becky teased *Come to da potluck an meet 'im yerself*

Choice

A | Just tell me Becky.

B | Nah, I'm hanging with Drago

C | I'll be there

Tessa softly knocked, twisted the doorknob and entered the small house. "Hey," she pulled Charlotte into a soft hug, "How've you been?" Sitting her bag down.

Tessa's eyes instantly locked-onto the man staring at her on the couch.

He stood, he was extremely tall and had the build of a basketball player.

"I thought we learned to not leave doors unlocked," Prince glanced at Charlotte.

Charlotte shrugged, "Not everyone was raised in Chicago, Prince. Be nice." Squeezing his wrist as she collected Tessa's plates and went to the kitchen.

(So this must be Charlotte's boyfriend.) Tessa realized. (She definitely has good taste.)

"Prince," He nodded.

Tessa nearly giggled at the name, "Like the singer?"

Prince softly gripped her fingertips, "Mom was a Stan. And that's how I got my name."

Tessa smiled. "Well," remembering to breathe, "I'll go help Charlotte in the kitchen." The ladies then ran off to huddle in the kitchen.

"Him, huh?" Tessa mischievously smiled. "I'll hand it to ya. You really know how to pick em, Charlotte."

Charlotte stared at Becky, "You really have to tell the world, don't you? I may as well have made a sex tape at this point."

"Ah mean," Becky shrugged, "Um happy fer ya. Ah mean, es yer first in awhile an' I thought oo'd ride sumtin a bi' nah so big to ease yer way back inter…ya know."

"How long had it been?" Tessa asked curiously.

"I lost count but over a year." Charlotte exhaled.

Tessa's eyes widened with shock. "How? I mean, I can go a few months but over a year? I mean, didn't you see anyone you liked?"

"I was more focused on my career and getting better in the ring." Charlotte admitted. "And well, it's different for us."

Tessa giggled, "I know what you mean."

"Well, I don'," Becky confessed. "Tell me yer secret. I won' tell." Raising her hand. "Scout's honor."

"When you're the daughter of a wrestling legend, you're a walking target for all the boys in the locker room. Moreso than the average woman." Tessa enlightened. "If you're going to have a little fun with a guy it has to be one that isn't a loudmouth or going to broadcast it."

"It's not Prince I have to worry about broadcasting my sex life." Charlotte shot a glare at Becky.

Becky scoffed, "Well forgive me fer encouraging my bestie ta get back on that horse."

The women shared a laugh.

"Oo've gotta," standing on top of one of the chairs, "gidde up!" Swinging her arm like a lasso.

"Becky!" Charlotte with a face and body welling with embarrassment gently dragged Becky down to the floor.

"Et was 'er firs' time 'aving a dose of chocolate." Becky smiled. "So now, I can get a second opinion. Es et as intense as I hear?"

Tessa rolled her eyes, "Not all dick is created equal." Opening the Styrofoam container and revealing baked chicken to the group. "I've dated every color in the rainbow and let me be the first to tell you that just because a guy is black doesn't mean he's packing."

"I figured but," Becky peaked around the corner. Prince was sipping his whiskey and watching Tokio Hotel music videos while he waited for the group to arrive, "On average," returning to the girls, "when oo are wit' a black guy it usually is-"

Tessa nodded, "Yeah," she agreed, "usually, yeah."

"Hehehehe," Becky deviously rubbed her hands together.

"Are you seriously thinking about-" Charlotte gawked.

"All the cool kids are doin it." Becky joked. "No, of course nah. I wouldn't be with a guy jes because ee was black or white or asian or whatever. No but les jes say oo both 'ave aroused my curiosity."

There was a knock on the door followed by the arrival of a few faces everyone embraced on sight.

Bayley quickly plopped on the couch and stared at Prince, "Are you drunk already?"

Prince cocked his head, "Is that all you think of me, Bayley?" Prince lowered his head, "Don't judge me."

Bayley giggled, "Oh, there, there," she revealed a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels from behind her back, "Sasha was shocked when they carded me. It's a gift from her."

Charlotte paused and glared at the raspberry haired lass who smiled, "Hi, Charlotte." Hugging her frienemy. "I'm here to make sure you're okay. Now that I've done that," Sasha whipped out her phone, "Keyed in a text and nodded, "Let's be besties."

Charlotte stared at the fresh bottle of Jack Daniels that Sasha had delivered via Bayley.

"Oops," Bayley covered her mouth, "I mean, it's a gift from US!" She said loudly.

Naomi shook her head. (Too late, Bayley. You may have already started some shit. Well, let me fix this.) Pulling a bottle of Belvedere out. "I brought us girls some options."

Moments later, standing behind the vibing Prince, Tessa sang, "As I recall I know you love to show off-"

"But I never thought that you would take it this far…what do I know?" Prince, Tessa and Naomi sang together.

"This was the shit when it came out." Naomi declared.

"Probably Kanye's best song." Prince shrugged. "For me, at least."

"Kanye's got some better ones." Tessa contested. "It's definitely up there though."

Charlotte sipped a glass of wine and looked on like a hawk.

"Wha's wrong?" Becky asked.

"Nothing." Charlotte lied as the conversation continued.

"Damn," Prince hissed, "You know who would have loved this conversation?"

In that instant, the front door opened and Thunder Rosa, her neck-length hair pulled back by a headband entered carrying caps bowls of potato salad.

"Speak of the devil," Naomi mimicked the voice of Bane, "And he shall appear."

"Y'all really started playing Kanye without me?" Rell protested. "That's just cold."

"You're the one that took forever to get here." Prince countered.

"I had to make potato salad. Do you know how long that takes?" Rell defended.

Rosa turned to Prince, "What did you make?"

Prince turned to Charlotte, "We-" wrapping his arms around her.

"Hosted the event," Charlotte pointed out, "So we have immunity." Charlotte smiled. (So he does still remember I exist.) Gently caressing his hands.

Becky chuckled, "Good one."

Tessa extended her hand, "So you're the huge Kanye fan they were talking about?"

"Since the first Blueprint album." Rell declared. "I'm Rell."

"Tessa." She smiled.

"Thunder Rosa!" The Latina bogarted her introduction.

"So we're asking what Kanye's best song is. Prince said Flashing Lights."

"I'd have to think about that." Naomi admitted. "I mean he has so many good ones."

Tessa smiled at Rell. "What do you think?"

Thunder Rosa immediately answered, "Heartless." Rosa seemed as territorial as a tiger with an intruder in its den.

(Damn.) Rell thought. (Rosa seems really uncomfortable.)

Choice

A | Agree with Rosa.

B | Choose a different song.

C | Have a drink with Prince.

Charlotte listened to the discussion. "Umm," She delicately probed, "Kanye…," everyone turned to her. (Oh no!) She thought. "Forget it," she waved off.

Then, she felt the warmth of Prince's arms around her. She felt his support.

"I mean," Charlotte exhaled, "I'm a white girl but-"

Prince immediately interrupted, "You've gotta stop that," he scoffed, "It ain't the 90s no more. A hip hop fan is a hip hop fan."

"Amen," Rell smiled, raising his beer.

Charlotte exhaled, "It's just," shaking her heads, "Well maybe you guys don't get it." Looking at Naomi, Zelina, Sasha, Rell and Prince. They were all black and Hispanic and were the founding cultures of hip hop.

"Ah do." Becky cheerfully waved.

"I don't," Prince shrugged looking at Charlotte for an explanation.

"I mean," Charlotte resumed, "a white girls opinion."

Before Prince could interrupt, Naomi wagged her finger and gestured for Charlotte to continue.

Charlotte felt nervous and under a microscope with each word she said. (Am I blushing? Oh, why did I have to open my mouth?) "With rap music it's hard for a lot of people to take a white person, especially a white woman's, opinion seriously."

Everyone in the room was speechless except for Rell.

"I can see where you're coming from." Rell agreed. "I mean, Iggy Azalea and the Cash Me Outside Girl aren't making it any easier."

"Yuh," Becky nodded, "'ee miss da days of Eminem, don' ee. Those 'er da good ol' days." Wiping her eyes.

"Nowadays everybody wanna act like they got something to say but nothing comes out when they moves their lips just a bunch of gibberish," Charlotte recited.

Prince blinked, "Well damn."

(Oh no!) Charlotte thought. (I should NOT have done that.) KNOWING her face had to be rose-red after rehearsing the hook of 'Forgot About Dre'.

In that instant, Prince clutched her wrists, his eyes wide as the full moon, "My sista," sounding like preacher that just caught the Holy Ghost, "Let me introduce you to The 36 Chambers."

Charlotte smiled at Prince, "I think we're already acquainted. I met Bobby Digital when I played basketball in high school."

Prince's eyes widened.

Rell glanced around. He wasn't the only one. Charlotte and Prince may as well had been speaking Mandarin or Portuguese with eachother. The only other person that seemed to follow the conversation easily was Naomi.

"Bobby Digital," Naomi smiled, "is a nickname for RZA. The producer of-"

Before Naomi finished the sentence everyone immediately understood the nicknames and quotes both Prince and Charlotte were referencing and smiling at one another.

"The Oo Tang Clan?" Becky gnawed on her fingernail. "I've 'erd of 'em. I didn' know oo 'er a fan, Charlotte."

Rell felt warmth within his soul as he witnessed the smiles, laughter, headshakes of disagreement, hugs and kisses as Charlotte and Prince debated the Wu Tang discography.

"If Carmelo goes to Golden State," Charlotte stated, "I don't want to hear anyone say a word."

Prince's eyes grew wider-and-wider.

(The guy may have just hit the jackpot.) Rell thought sipping his beer.

Rell felt a soft pat on his back.

"What'd I miss?" JR gestured to Prince and Charlotte who were now debating Kobe Bryant versus LeBron James.

"Kobe never cried to the media for help. He beat Kevin Garnett, Paul Pierce and Ray Allen with no superstar help." Prince discussed.

"Kobe had help, c'mon. What about Pau Gasol?" Charlotte countered.

JR chuckled, "Ain't it funny how the ONE guy we know that isn't attracted to the kryptonite, as you like to call it, seems to be getting along extremely with the kryptonite."

"It is," Spade popped the top of a corona, "ain't it."

Rell glanced around with confusion. "Damn, you two just magically appeared here. Who the hell are you guys? Aerostar?"

"AH HAH!" Spade mocked drawing chuckles from the group.

"Nah, we just got here." JR nodded. "We rode together once we got Prince's S.O.S." Holding up the text.

"You can't be serious." Rell shook his head at the animated invitation card of the gingerbread man singing:

*Do you really want to hurt me…do you really wanna make me cry*

"There goes that man." Rell thought glancing up as Prince and Charlotte physically did a replay of a classic pin-down screen then compared Kobe and LeBron's efficiency in the situation.

Becky crept closer to the men, "Ummm, 'kay, ta basketball talk es startin' ta get scarier an' scarier."

Prince stared at the golden-blond and paused. He honestly would never have expected any of this from Charlotte. He had expected the stereotypical white girl that had grown up going to cotillion, listening to Celine Dion, dancing Fred Astaire and probably a snobbish cheerleader that exiled every girl in school from her table.

Rell glanced at the TV. 'I Wonder' by Kanye West was fading and it was time to select a second song. "What song should we play next?"

Choice

A | The Backstreet Boys

B | Blink 182

C | Korn

JR watched Naomi mouth the words of the song. For a moment, he had to peel back the curtain of shock value. Why should he feel shocked and amazed to see another black person enjoying and singing a non-hip-hop or R&B song? He shook his head and smiled.

Naomi snapped her fingers to the rhythm and approached Becky.

"Oh," Becky clapped with excitement, "Ya see tis es wha' Lavar Ball talked abou' this es my lane." Standing beside Naomi and vibing very off-beat.

Part of JR wanted to join, he knew the lyrics but he was always tone-deaf when it came to singing songs and being in public didn't help matters. The shower was the only place where he was known to croon.

Spade stood beside him, "Yup, stayin' in our lane right," extending his bottle.

"Yup." JR toasted Spade and the two took a swig of their beers while the others sang. "You good after everything that happened at The Temple."

"I'm good." Spade took a quick swig.

(Catrina died. You hadn't been together for a long time but she was still part of your life. If you need time to grieve just let us know and we got you.) JR wanted to say.

"How are you?" Spade shifted attention.

"Me," JR chuckled, "I'm worried about everyone else as usual." He admitted. "Prince looks…happy for once."

"That's not the odd part." Spade glanced at the bottle of Jack Daniels that Prince hadn't touched yet. "I haven't seen him have a sip of that yet."

"That is interesting." JR agreed.

"So, Naomi's here," Spade highlighted under the cover of the music. "And man does she look sexy tonight."

JR rescanned Naomi. For the longest time, he had avoided doing it. Not wanting to appear thirsty or desperate.

Her chocolate-brown skin had the glow of a goddess of the sallow-moon lights, her spiraling locks were free-falling past her shoulders, peach-like lips and doe brown

eyes, neon-green nail polish wearing jeans that appraised and curated her oatmeal-thick apple-bottom and across her chocolate toned body and full breasts she wore a Rolling Stones T-Shirt.

A subtle rebellion against the stereotypical box blacks were categorized into sonically.

"Transformers…" Spade sang as he read the true meaning of the T-Shirt, "…more than meets the eye…"

The same things that intrigued JR and drew him closer to Naomi also crafted invisible hurdles and barriers that kept him away from her.

"When I'm ready," JR stated flatly, "Right now. Nah, just not my style to do it right now." As Marvin Gaye's Funky Space Reincarnation played.

*You know you look somebody I met…a long time ago* Prince mimicked Marvin Gaye as he and Naomi danced and laughed, *I know I ain't never met you but…I got the feeling that I've been knowing you for a thousand years*

Rell stood beside Rosa, nodding and singing while the festive energy flowed.

"Damnit, Prince." JR glanced at Charlotte. It seemed Prince and Charlotte had over a mountain with their relationship and they were now back to square one thanks to the combination of Charlotte's insecurity and Prince's carefree devil may cry cavalier attitude toward, well, all things.

At that instant, the door opened and Zelina stood carrying Tupperwares of food nervously entered, "Hey," she wryly smiled. She seemed a bit overwhelmed by how wild things had become. She had initially pictured a silent get together not singing Marvin Gaye and dancing.

JR elbowed Spade, "more than meets the eye," gesturing to the Tekken shirt Zelina wore.

Choice

A | Greet Zelina

B | Hang back

Charlotte shyly stepped back and looked on with jealousy as Prince danced to As Long As You Love Me by Justin Bieber.

At first, she awed (So good!) as he criss-crossed his forearms, contorted/twisted his body and traced his ultra-black NIKE socks through the carpet. Then, when Naomi joined him and their dance moved complemented and supplemented the others, Charlotte couldn't help but turn to the nearest glass of Chardonnay. (Why couldn't I have been born black?) She wondered swallowing a pint.

(Oh no!) Charlotte caught herself. (Is that racist? Just because a person's black doesn't mean they can dance. I mean, Rell isn't-nevermind) She thought watching as Rell began to casually vibe.

Rell wasn't actually dancing. He was merely bouncing and vibing with a cup of whiskey in his hand.

Tessa was also vibing and moving nicely with the music.

(I wish I could dance.) Charlotte thought watching Naomi move. (God, I wish I could dance with you, Prince.) Watching him move.

"Ooh oh," Becky leaned close, "I like the waaaay oooo mooove," She sang tipsily.

Prince looked so happy. So did Naomi. And Tessa. Tessa.

(Tessa. She is so hot! What does Prince think? Naomi. So beautiful and she keeps dancing with him. Why does she keep dancing with my man?) Charlotte thought. (Why does he keep dancing with her? Does he want her? Or maybe he just wants to be with one of his own and not…someone like me…)

"Oo look blue, wha's wrong Charlotte?" Becky asked.

Choice

A | That's it. I'm dancing with my man now.

B | Drink more wine.

C | End the party

Becky watched as Charlotte poured another glass of chardonnay.

"Wha's wrong?" Becky asked curiously. "I know tha' look."

Charlotte exhaled, "I wish I could dance like Naomi." Shaking her head. "God, she's so hot."

"Yah, she is." Becky agreed. "I can dance too, tho. Watch me move, Charlotte. Oo shuh jes 'ave fun. Nah everyting es a competition."

"I know." Charlotte thought watching Prince and Naomi move together. Two different shades of chocolate swirling together. A chocolate milk shake with being placed on top.

(What would sex look like with those two? OH NO!) Charlotte thought. (I must be drunk.) She thought.

Then, she heard a voice that made her cringe.

"WOO!" Charlotte watched as her father, the legend, Ric Flair entered the house, his hands sliding down his arms, "You're having a party, Charlotte! WOO!"

(Oh no!) Her heart sank.

Ric Flair strutted in the middle of the dance and took Naomi's hand. The Nature Boy joining the fiesta made the heat of the potluck nuclear. Everyone instantly seemed to festive and more relaxed, everyone except Charlotte.

"Wow, yer dad has some moves." Becky nodded.

"Oh no!" Charlotte exhaled, "Erm, hi, dad." She waved nervously.

"Woo!" He strutted. "Celebrating your debut?"

(He doesn't know about what happened with Lucha Underground.) Charlotte realized. (Of course he doesn't. If he'd known he would have been at the arena with them.)

"Umm, yeah." Charlotte lied. "We thought we'd just a have potluck. Share culture and all."

Ric glanced over his shoulder, "And what a beautiful cast of family you have here."

"I see you brought one of my favorite talents to watch," Ric smiled, "He's got some moves."

"That he does." Charlotte said darkly.

"I have noticed on social a lot of pictures with you guys," Ric thought, "And now he's here at your parties. He's also the only person with his shoes and he seems really comfortable here."

"Yeah?" Charlotte nervously cringed.

(Oh no…Dad knows. Oh, please don't hate me dad!) Charlotte thought.

"And look at you," pointing to Charlotte, "That T-Shirt your wearing isn't yours. It's definitely his. Which means he has clothes here too."

(Damn!) Charles glanced down at the Chicago Bulls T-Shirt that was obviously a size too big for her. (Dad knows. He knows I'm dating Prince. He knows I'm dating a black man.)

"You picked a very good training partner, Charlotte." Ric nodded, "I mean, if I were in your position. He'd be my training partner too. It looks like you were both probably watching film earlier and making working on a few holds earlier."

Charlotte face-palmed. "Yeah, something like that, Dad. So, why are you here?"

"Well, this is my house." Ric justified.

"Oo," Becky gawked, "tha' kinda es a checkmate."

"I just dropped by to pick up my favorite pair of gators. Pusha T is in town and I'm having lunch him, Kanye and that very lovely, WOO! Kim Kardashian."

(Is Prince like dad? Just a magnetic guy. I wonder how mom dealt with it.) "Erm, dad—"

Choice

A | Don't hit on Kim K. Have fun.

B | What should I do about a guy that is just naturally flirty. Kinda like you.

C | Prince and I are dating. Please don't be mad.

After slipping on his sapphire-blue alligator shoes, the Nature Boy wooed and strutted his way out of the house.

Charlotte glared across the room, her temper flaring at the tight of Tessa Blanchard twerking directly in front of Prince.

"Whoa," Becky wisely slipped in the path of Charlotte, "now, les be calm fer a sec."

"She knows what she's doing." Charles combated.

Becky crossed her arms. "Gimme a sec." Becky strode across the room, "Hey 'oo." Tapping Prince on the shoulder. "Yeah," he tipsily whirled around.

"Charlotte wants ya." Becky stated.

Before Prince could drunkenly brush her off, "Er ol' man was in da hospital nah too long ago fer partying. Seein em at a party es 'ard fer 'er."

Prince sighed and nodded. As much fun as he was having it did sound like something that Charlotte may need a shoulder to cry on.

Then, a thought struck Prince. "You're her best friend though. You're here! So what does she need me for? All those feelings. That's what the girls are for."

"Nah exactly." Becky disagreed but in that instant he'd slipped away.

(Arsehole.) Becky watched Charlotte turn away. ( es bad. Real bad.)

Prince was tipsy and too caught up in partying to care about Charlotte's feelings? He was maverick and immature about with being in a serious relationship.

Charlotte's wounds still raw from her previous relationships.

As a friend Becky still questioned how ready Charlotte was for a relationship. There was nothing wrong with just being casual with Prince but he seemed too young and carefree to take Charlotte or any woman seriously at the stage of life he was at.)

Choice

A | Demand Prince go to Charlotte

B | Persuade the men of Atlantis to convince Prince to talk to Charlotte

C | Leave it alone. I'ma get my freak on now.

"Ee've gotta tink uv a way ta get Prince ta talk with Charlotte befer she gets too drunk ta care bou' punchin' sumwoon." Becky thought aloud.

Zelina exhaled, "I couldn't help but overhear because you were talking loud enough so that anyone that just so happened to be nearby could hear."

"Ah 'ell, eh kinda 'ad ta, ah mean, da writer did listen ta tha' one hour podcast of ya talkin' bou' yer life an' ee wants ta put tha' knowledge ter use an' tha' es why oo jes so 'appen ter be a one in tis scene wit me."

"Oh no," Zelina gasped, "You broke the fourth wall again"

"Um tryin' to get a worl' record." Becky admitted.
Zelina nervously spoke, "Well, this is just my verdict, so take it with a grain of salt but If he's just going to party instead of tending to her when she needs attention like this then maybe isn't the right guy for her.

"You can't be with Charlotte twenty four hours a day. What happens when you're not there or it's a situation you can't control? If their relationship dies let it be 100% on them and have little to do with you. That's all I'm saying." Zelina added.

Becky nodded. "Oo are

1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000% right."

Zelina scratched her head, "I don't even know what number that is."

"Neither do I," Becky shrugged, "but oo get it. I jes can' leh mah girl get hurt while em here so c'mon, help me out."

"Well, Ima tomboy and I know how boys think. Going directly at a guy like Prince is not going to work. He'll just drink more and get bolder. We'll use the language of music to communicate with him and they song we'll use is," Zelina suggested:

A | Give it 2 Me by Jay-Z

B | 1000 Miles by Vanessa Carlton

C | Stand By My Woman by Lenny Kravitz

(Maybe it was the loud music? I was too focused on Prince?)

Those were the two excuses Charlotte conjured for having eight missed calls. She checked her phone and stared at a text that read:

PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE!

From a number she didn't know.

(Who the hell is this?) She wondered. It could have been a crazed fan that just happened to get her number a dirt sheet or industry insider. Or, it could be an opportunity to expand her name and brand.

Charlotte double-tapped the screen and returned the call.

*You need to learn how to answer the goddamn phone* a familiar voice snapped. *I'm on my way over there now*

At the sound of the voice, Charlotte was paralyzed for a second. "Don't come over here."

*Fuck that! I'm almost there. We gotta talk! You really thought you could lie about in that book* Bram snarled. *You wrote it like I was woman-beater. You didn't write a damn thing about the dirty shit you were doing*

Charlotte felt a stroke of lightning hit her, "You'd better not come here or else."

*Or else what?*

"My boyfriend is here." Charlotte said with authority. "And he's black and he'll kick your ass!"

*Oh really?*

"Yeah!" Charlotte shot back.

"You mean the one that wears makeup and dresses like a woman?" Bram chuckled.

"XO Licious isn't my boyfriend." Charlotte shook her head. "Look-"

Choice

A | Bring it on and my man will beat your ass!

B | Don't come over. Let's resolve this a better way.

C | Come over. We'll settle this just you and me.

Hunter shook his head, "The toughest part about having a group like Club Atlantis was we were a wrestling company. Promoting rap stars we had no idea what we were doing. And walking into meetings wanting to do things was always a chore because we had shareholders answer to and," Hunter snickered, "I got woken up A LOT after midnight over things that some of the guys were doing."

Renee Young giggled, "What wake up call angered you the most?"

Hunter shook his head. "Prince decided to take matters into his own hands. He hired his own security team which is basically me saying he paid a handful of goons off the street to protect him at a mall and he staged his own personal autograph session."

Renee laughed, "The first Europe tour. That's the one where Club Atlantis were on Instagram drinking wine with the Spice Girls right?"

"There was that," Hunter nodded, "More power to them for that. A man-to-man salute. But that night with the Spice Girls, well, Prince missed his meet and greet and management called him and chewed his ass for it so Prince decided to give them the finger and have his own personal autograph session and," Hunter shook his head, "he banned children and women that didn't have a cup size of B or higher from getting an autograph. He decided he would only autograph a woman's breasts and with Me Too it got us in hot water for awhile."

"How bad was it?" Renee asked.

"I nearly had to fire him." Hunter exhaled. "It was that bad. I mean back in the day it would have been fine. Kids wanted to see him and we were like…he's a bad guy that pees on people you're not supposed to like him. Atlantis were heels so it should have been fine but in this era people get sensitive about the smallest things"

"How did the other members respond?"

Choice

A | The handled it in house and we never had the problem again.

B | The whooped his ass, lol

C | They didn't care to be honest. They were worth billions. They didn't need WWE.

Charlotte nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a pair of arms around her. Believing it was Bram; Charlotte darted to the corner and spun around.

"Damn," Prince blinked, "What's wrong with you?" He stared at her in confusion.

Charlotte shook her head, unable to talk over the romantic ballad of Lenny Kravitz. She just shelled up and felt the tears pouring out of her eyes as old wounds were opened.

"What's wrong?" Prince dropped to his knees. "Hey, c'mon," his voice was no longer tipsy and mocking. It felt empathetic and soothing, "Tell me what's wrong."

(I don't want to get you involved.) Charlotte thought. (It's my problem. It's my fault. I was the one who married Bram. I was the one who put up with all his shit for that time. Prince shouldn't have to deal with that. He shouldn't have to-)

"Did I do something wrong?" Prince asked.

Then, she felt his arms around her again and the warmth of his body against hers. She felt safe again. She felt invincible in his arms.

Then, the music stopped.

"Oo need ta leave!" Becky shouted.

(Oh no!) Charlotte heard the sound of furniture breaking.

Without a word, Prince and Charlotte hurried to the living room.

Charlotte the blood drain from her face at the sight of her ex-husband, Bram, in her house. There cuts and drops of blood on his neck and shoulders.

Spade had seized Becky and was holding her back.

Half of the house was confused by the sudden tension in the house.

Rell looked around the room, "What's going on?"

"Tha' piece a shit es Bram!" Becky snarled. "Ee used ta beat Charlotte!" She blurted, sending a shockwave of distress through the house.

Choice

A | Let Charlotte handle it

B | Jump him.

Charlotte wiped tears of joy out of her tear ducts and smiled at Renee Young. "I remember feeling so scared and embarrassing seeing Bram at my house. And I don't remember who said it. It was either Rell or Spade but one of them said 'GET HIM!' and the entire house just charged." Charlotte laughed. "I remember just standing in my living room watching everything. Then, Aerostar pops into living room and does his AH HAH and jumps in too and I was just-It was an out of body experience."

Stephanie smiled with approval, "Did Bram ever stop by your house again?"

"No." Charlotte shook her head. "To this day, I haven't heard a word from him. The last I heard from him was at the courthouse when he tried to sue WWE and get everyone arrested."

"And we handled that case because he was trespassing plus the restraining order you had against him." Stephanie nodded.

"It just felt so awesome to know that I had people in my corner. Well, not just people but everyone in corner." Charlotte smiled. "It was overwhelming."

"Now," Renee sighed, "The preliminary hearing incident."

Charlotte rolled her eyes, "You know what, people took what Prince said too literally. JR even called him on it right after he said what he said."

Renee stared at the newspaper clipping, "Prince said to Bram and I quote 'I ain't paying you a nickel you piece of crap. I'll shoot up this courtroom like The Punisher before I do'."

"We try to tell him all the time," Teddy Long interjected, "The Punisher DID NOT shoot up the courtroom it was the guy trying to frame him but that's Prince."

Charlotte smiled, "For every one story the press or dirt-sheets have about Prince doing something childish or off the wall there are a thousand of him doing something amazing and mature that don't get reported by the press. That same day when he made that statement Prince had just closed a deal with a multi-media company hours ago."

Everyone in the room nodded.

"You know," Teddy smiled, "If someone would have looked anyone in this room in the eye and told them that Prince G-MO, Rell, Spade and JR Simmons each would have more money than Vince McMahon himself by the end of their careers no one would have believed them but with business savvy and the moves each man made outside of the ring its easy to see why. And I love that Charlotte pointed that out. Sure, we look at the over-the-top diva antics of Prince. The other issues the others guys had here-and-there but no one ever wants to talk about how smart they were with themselves as a brand."

"The fact that they had so much money from the beginning and were making so much money outside of WWE was made it so difficult to reign them in." Stephanie admitted. "When things would get a bit out of hand it was usually a phone call to JR or a Teddy since they were the most mature. Rell, I could usually text. Spade was more of a face-to-face type of guy. Prince was a nightmare to negotiate with."

Charlotte covered her mouth trying not to laugh, "Do you remember Prince's first day on the main roster when Kevin Dunn tried to fire him?"

Everyone in the room downcast their eyes trying not to laugh.

"Yeah," Teddy blurted, "When Prince slapped him in the face with 50 Racks and gave the money away to the fans that were sitting in the nosebleeds."

"That was a crazy day." Stephanie remembered trying not to laugh. "Because Kevin had security grab him and throw him out the building. Then Prince hops on Instagram and he's driving to TNA and the TNA fans are cheering him on and we're on his Instagram trying to get him to come back and yeah-" Stephanie laughed, "Rell had to stop him from going to TNA that day. It was funny looking back on it now but it was a nightmare."

"Why did Prince slap him again?"

"Kevin wanted to present Club Atlantis in a more PR and kid-friendly way so rather than them walk out to their usual theme music and do their usual routines, Kevin

Dunn pitches this idea of the four of them losing to Sami Zayn and then Zayn becoming the 'Master' of Atlantis.

"Prince pointed out how it the booking was racist and he refused to do it. When Dunn got offended, Prince took 50 thousand bucks out of his pocket, slapped him in the face with it and said fire me, I don't need your money. I make your entire yearly salary in month.

"Then, Prince choked him against the wall til the others pulled him off. Then he went off and boy that was a crazy day.

"The others stood behind Prince but they didn't go nuclear about it like he did." Renee explained.

Charlotte exhaled, "Well, just because everyone's black doesn't mean they have the same experiences with racial politics and racism in America. Same with us as white people. Not all white people were brought up the same or experienced the exact same thing in regards to racial politics in our country. Prince, as a child saw the burning crosses, he had rocks and beer bottles thrown at him while walking to school by trucks of rednecks when he was a kid so…was the way he reacted professional. No it wasn't but planning and booking an angle where you're going to have four strong and intelligent black men on their knees calling one white man master wasn't professional either so before people want to label my husband unprofessional for that I tell them to have several seats."

Sasha blinked her eyes with bewilderment. "Wow." Was all she could say, "Do you guys wanna hear about what happened after we all kicked Bram's ass?"

Renee smiled, "I'd love to."

Charlotte nodded, "I think everyone getting their licks in and then us all going back to partying was the best thing. I mean, if one person would have fought him then everyone else would have been a bit on the edge the rest of the night but because we all pretty much whooped his ass it just relaxed everyone."

"The first thing we all did was play some of the most ridiculous fight songs. You know, 'Knuck if You Buck' by Crime Mob, 'Neva Scared' by Bonecrusher-"

"Whoop Dat Trick," Charlotte pointed, "that was my favorite one."

"A lot of Lil Jon was played that night." X nodded.

"What the hell?" X shrugged to everyone. "Why are they still calling me X? Isn't it obvious by now that I'm Rosa?"

"I think the writers wanted to keep hinting that you were Melissa Santos. For whatever reason people wanted to believe a certain member of Atlantis busted Melissa's cheeks after everything that happened at the Temple." Stephanie explained.

"That actually did happen." Teddy nodded, "And-"

"Oh no," Stephanie gawked, "Did I just break the fourth wall?"

"The wall has been shattered at this point." Charlotte shrugged, "But after the ass whooping of Bram the potluck continued-"

"All es well again. Tha' was gangsta. Uh feel gangsta." She nodded, marching up to Spade, "Uh don' appreciate oo walkin' up an' makin' me take ma flag off an' testin' ma gangster befo' when oo challenged ma in Soul Calibur. Ah didn't 'ave time tha' day but…" Becky awkwardly boasted, "Uh gah time taday, cuz! Uh gah time taday, cuz!" Drawing chuckles from the group.

Spade surveyed the room. Zelina was still around and so was Tessa.

"Uh gah time taday, cuz!" Becky repeated.

Choice

A | I got time too.

B | I'll play you later.

With so many new faces in the house, Tessa was a lot more reserved then she normally would be but already she'd been having an amazing time. Drinks, food, alcohol, her kind of music, a goon squad beat-down to help a friend out and now bravado, camaraderie and comfort blanketed the atmosphere of the house.

(I wish there were more guys here.) She couldn't help but think. Her eyes shot to Spade who was playing Playstation with Becky.

Prince and Charlotte had retreated deeper into the fortress for 'alone time'. Thunder Rosa was Rell's extra shadow. Every step he took she was right there. (She is seriously smothering that man.)

Then, there was JR. He was casually observing the entire event. Overlooking the events like a king and ensuring his court had fun. With JR it was just strangely a different wavelength of energy.

(Hmm?) Tessa thought. The poise of the man intrigued her.

Before Tessa could approach JR, Rell held up his smartphone. Four squares displayed four faces. "One gotta go." He smiled.

Tessa studied the four celebrities:

Wu Tang Clan

Outkast

G Unit

Bone Thugs N Harmony

Tessa chewed her lip and thought. It wasn't an easy choice.

"I really had to think about it for a minute myself." Rell admitted.

Tessa curiously asked, "Well who did you pick?"

Choice

A |Wu Tang

B | Outkast

C | G Unit

D | Bone Thugs

Renee exhaled, "I still remember the initial backlash that you had to endure when it was first confirmed that you and Prince were dating and then how even worse it got when people learned how long you guys had been together."

Charlotte exhaled, "We fell apart right after that." Charlotte exhaled. "I remember waking up and having thousands of people tweeting and DM'ing me and I didn't know if WWE announced something or had something happened with my family I didn't know about. So I look at the first message and its something like 'white women always have to take all the good black men'and I was wondering, huh, then there were a couple thousand more of them calling Prince bad names and then that's when I saw the article. Then I saw the pictures and I was like, oh my God-"

Sasha paused and spoke, "We all get attacked when we get married. I remember getting attacked after I got married too but that was wrong for them to attack you just because you were white."

"I used to be so jealous watching you with him, Sasha. I used to at times wish I were you or Naomi or even looked like you because if I did the world wouldn't make such a big deal about us being together. I just," she shook her head, "it was annoying to read those tweets and hear all those women mad at me for being in love with him just because I was white and he was black. I love him. That has nothing to do with him being black. He could be green, orange or purple. I didn't fall in love with him because he was black and he didn't fall in love with me because I was white and we went through so much together. Me, feeling like I wasn't good enough and dealing with my past and then dealing with his past too, all at once, it was a lot."

"What would you say was the hardest thing?"

Charlotte exhaled and thought for a moment.

Choice

A |When I found out he and Asuka used to date and almost got married.

B | Dealing with the bitter black women on social media.

C | Prince being young and drinking and partying all the time.

Alexa Bliss carried a bowl of chocolate chip cookies into the house. Coal-black nail polish, platinum blond hair with sugar-pink highlights, crystal-blue eyes, petite frame, oatmeal-cookie tan, wearing a T-Shirt, shorts and sneakers.

"Hey guys," Alexa smiled at the party.

"Hey!" All the guys greeted.

Alexa scanned the rooms. "You guys just gonna stand there or is someone going to offer me a seat?"

Naomi face-palmed as all of the men grabbed a chair for Alexa. "It's warmed up for you. Best seat in the house." Spade winked. Spade, feeling something stuff under him, spun around in horror.

"Second best," Aerostar smiled at Spade, who, unknown to himself, sat on Aerostar.

"What the fuck, man?! Why would you teleport in the seat and open your legs right before I sit down?" Spade asked.

"It wasn't my fault you didn't look before you sat." Aerostar countered.

"Dude, I did. You were in the corner over there." Spade pointed.

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "You were looking at me! So insinuating that I have gay tendencies, it don't apply in this situation because you were watching me."

"Dude, you let Drago blow you." Spade shook his head. "You are gay, just own it."

Aerostar shook his head, "I am not gay."

"You let another man blow you and then you sat there so that my butt would be on your meat. That's pretty gay, Aerostar."

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "We'll let a woman's intuition decide." Turning to Alexa.

Alexa exhaled and said, "…"

Choice

A | Maybe Aerostar is bisexual.

B | Nah, that sounds pretty gay Aerostar.

C | Getting head doesn't make a man gay.

Renee Young read the cue card that management handed to her moments ago. She glanced behind the camera at the producers, "You really want me to ask that?"

After getting the nod of approval, Renee took a deep breath and asked, "From the WWE Universe, What are some of the craziest Atlantis' groupie story that comes to mind?" Everyone stared at Teddy Long.

"Well," Teddy exhaled, "This is a PG product, right?"

"This documentary isn't." Stephanie waved. "PG-13. It's almost impossible to do a completely PG documentary on Atlantis. We're child-locking it on the Network."

Charlotte crossed her arms and curiously smiled at Teddy. What had her husband done that she didn't know about? "I really wanna know."

Teddy paused, "Well, there was a fan. A woman-"

"Tell me more." Charlotte leaned forward.

Teddy continued, "There was this one time we going through fan mail."

"Right after WWE started the fan club, right?" Stephanie asked. "We got some crazy gifts. I remember the Saudi Arabian oil heiress that sent cars to each of them. She had them parked outside of WWE headquarters and then invited them to have dinner with her and her sisters."

"Did they go?!" Charlotte asked immediately..

"They had to promote Crown Jewel." Stephanie smiled, "It was best for business."

Charlotte had a look of disapproval in her eyes.

"One female fan sent blood-soaked fan mail. She took her period-blood, took a pen, dipped it in her vagina while she was on her period and wrote Prince a love letter." Teddy nodded.

Everyone turned away shaking their head in disgust.

Choice

A | We really didn't need to know that

B | What did Prince do with the love letter?

Teddy smiled, "He returned the favor. He got busted open wrestling a match. Right before they stitched him up backstage, he took a pen and wrote a thank you letter back to the girl."

Charlotte shook her head, "That sounds like something he'd do."

After sitting down, having a drink a small plate of food, Alexa surveyed her prey.

JR was quietly doing the same as her. Observing and not making a move yet. He was oddly stagnant.

Rell was smothered by his girlfriend Thunder Rosa.

Becky seemed to have all of Spade's attention.

Charlotte was watching Prince like a hawk. One would think the two were boyfriend and girlfriend based on her behavior.

Alexa, based off Prince's behavior, believed Prince was single and Charlotte was crushing on him. The man was a social butterfly, drinking, singing, dancing and playing playstation with everyone.

(Which one do I want?) Alexa gently gnawed her lip. Her hormones were burning her up today. She couldn't help but want the warmth and security of a man beside her tonight, especially after the nightmare she'd just experienced.

Alexa scrolled through social media.

(Let's see.) Alexa smiled deviously, "Did you guys hear about this?" Alexa held up her phone and read the article, "Blackfishing?"

Naomi and Sasha almost instantly turned to Alexa skeptical and curious.

The side-by-side comparison of a pasty white woman with a racially ambiguous version on the other side of the screen.

Naomi skimmed through the article. Scoffed, shook her head, rolled her eyes and said, "Really?" Waved her hand and sipped her drink.

Sasha rolled her eyes and said nothing.

Charlotte crossed the room out of curiosity and combed through the article. She studied the pictures. (Oh my god.) Carrying the phone across the room. "Have you heard about this?" Showing it to Prince.

Prince blinked, "Hell yeah." He tipsily smiled. "I support it."

Naomi and Sasha looked in surprise. "Really, Prince?" Sasha gawked. "Really?"

"I mean," Prince shrugged, "We know what they're fishing for. It ain't white boys."

JR exhaled, "Prince, not everything is about sex, man."

Alexa deviously smiled. (For some people it is.) She thought, smiling at Prince.

"I get why y'all don't like it." Prince nodded. "I do. Believe me, I do but-" pointing to one particular Instagram model, "I mean, if this extremely hot snowbunny wants to attract Tyrone or Darius that damn badly then why should I be mad? There's a guy in the hood that likes marshmallows and now he knows there is hope." Prince chuckled.

"That ain't funny, man." Spade sighed.

"It's not." Charlotte agreed. "They're kinda wearing blackface. This is kinda racist."

"Them white girls want some chocolate dick." Prince chuckled recklessly. "And if under all that make up they can still get that juice, get that wet, let a brotha-"

Charlotte rolled her eyes and walked away.

"What?" Prince shrugged, "What I say?" Alexa crossed the room and glanced up at Prince, "It's messed up those girls are doing that. I would never do something like that. I mean, if I wanted to date a black man I would just walk up, look him in the eye," staring into Prince's chocolate brown eyes, "and let him know."

Sasha glared at Alexa. (What a slut!) She thought angrily.

Choice

A | Loudly remind Prince and everyone that he's with Charlotte

B | Focus on your own girl

C | If Charlotte wanted him she'd be there. That's on her and him if Prince takes the bait.

DJ Vlad smiled wryly and stared at the legend sitting in the armchair across from him. Only Prince G MO could walk into an interview wearing sunglasses, a bathrobe with a masseuse and a random woman to cut his pancakes specifically in swirls, drown them in syrup and feed him throughout the interview.

Then, a man dressed from head to toe like Michael Jackson carried a bottle of Shiraz wine and moonwalk in circles around the room while occasionally refilling Prince's glass with G-MO Juice.

"I heard that after everything went down at The Temple," Vlad looked on in awe, "you guys had no idea how big it had made you guys."

Prince exhaled, opened his mouth chewed a pancake, then leaned forward and sipped his wine. "We didn't. I mean most of us sleep the entire day because we'd been training, then we had TV, then we hard 'company obligations' after the show, then everything with the temple happens. We woke up 7 in the morning and most of us didn't get to bed until 8 the next morning."

"Wow." Vlad nodded. "So how did you find out how big you guys were."

"Alexa," Prince tipsily smiled, "Shout out to her. She was looking through her phone and man that snowbunny is always full of surprises. She goes on World Star and I see it and I'm like, okay, whatever. I didn't care because a lot of wrestling stuff from time to time goes on there."

"Right." Vlad nodded.

"And then a few minutes later," Prince shook his head, "My wife. We had just started dating at the time. I guess, my phone had been turned off the entire day. Nah, the battery had died and I didn't charge it. So she plugged it in and starts going through my phone Vlad."

"Typical woman," Vlad chuckled. As Michael Jackson began to make his rounds again while humming the tune of Billie Jean.

"And so," Prince paused, chewed a pancake, sipped his Shiraz and leaned back. The masseuse smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Hold on," Vlad put his sunglasses on, "Is that…," looking a bit more closely at the masseuse. "I don't believe it."

(This guy really has Jessica Bangkok as his masseuse. How the hell did he pull that off?) Vlad thought. (How does his wife approve of it?)

"Jessica Bangkok?" Vlad asked.

She looked down at Prince, who nodded.

"That's me." She giggled continuing her massage.

"How?" Vlad mouthed. "You know what. Let me stay focused. Just, wow, you're full of surprises, Prince."

Prince exhaled, "What was I sayin' again?"

"The moment you realized how big Atlantis had gotten."

"Oh yeah, so my wife comes marching into the room mad at me about some woman in my DMs on social media or something." Prince smiled wryly. "And everyone figured, man, she's just drunk and then the other women checked the messages-"

"Who messaged you?" Vlad asked.

"Let's see," Prince shook his head, "I mean, I can only remember a few but there were a lot of high-profile women messaging me. Not just for dates and all that sometimes it would be for business reasons but yeah some wanted some D."

"From you?"

"Not only from me. Wanted all of us. All of us, Vlad. At the same time Vlad."

"Like who?"

"I'll name you one." Prince smiled. "And I still got the message if she try to swear it ain't true or she got hacked. There's more than enough proof, Vlad."

"Okay." Vlad smiled.

Choice

A | Zoey Kravitz

B | Arianna Grande

C | Nikki Minaj

A squat man with wild blond hair, a thin beard, neck covered in gold chains entered the house and smiled immediately at Sasha, he lowered his sunglasses and said, "How you doin'?"

Sasha rolled her eyes at Enzo Amore. "My name is Enzo Amore," he introduced, "And I am a STRAIGHT UP G and a bonafide stud."

Sasha nodded, "My name is Not Interested and I am HAVING A GOOD TIME and talking with a GOOD FRIEND." She turned back to Naomi and Charlotte.

Enzo took a step back, "Whoa, whoa, mama, I didn't mean any harm." He pleaded. "But can you blame a guy for trying with how good you lookin'." Enzo rubbed his hands together and slowly revisited Sasha, "Damn, mama, you should come get some of this white chocolate!"

JR downcast his eyes, "This clown obviously isn't taking the hint."

"I mean the great Aaliyah once said that if at first you don't succeed to dust your self off and try again, right?" He smiled.

Becky Lynch and Spade were still nested on the couch, playing a round of Mortal Kombat together.

Spade suppressed a chuckle. "Prince would destroy this clown."

Becky looked around the living room, "Ah wonder 'ere ee went to."

Spade checked the room as well and also noticed. Alexa was gone too. (Oh shit.)

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Alexa kissed the tip and trailed her tongue down the base lubricating it before taking Prince into her mouth with a combination of saliva and pre-cum. With each bob of her head she moaned softly, notifying Prince of her enjoyment of the taste and feel of him. She looked up at him with her piercing blue eyes and engulfed his shaft until it vanished.

"Oh shit," Prince whispered, staring at the pearl white ceiling. The warmth of her mouth, her narrow throat, her teeth and canines grazing him.

(That was the best blowjob I've ever had.) Prince thought. There was no way he'd reveal that to her. "I should get back-" suddenly remembering Charlotte.

Alexa pulled a pair of baby wipes from her purse, "You've gotta be smarter if you don't wanna get caught. Wipe yourself down." Alexa popped an Altoid and planted a gentle kiss on Prince's cheek. "No worries, this'll be our little secret." She smiled, peaking out the door before striding back to the party.

(Damn.) Prince thought makeshift cleaning himself. (Alexa is a freak.) He could feel his adrenaline and blood rushing through his body.

The urge to inject himself into Alexa was Herculean strong, it always was after a blowjob but he had to fight to not succumb to the demands of his flesh. (I wonder how tight she is.) He thought, remembering her eyes. (Damn, I want her.) He wanted to lose himself between her legs, to coat his deck with her juice, play with her tits and to hammer her into submission. He'd gauged and contrasted their size. He would easily destroy her.

(C'mon, Prince.) He exhaled. (Gotta move past what happened. Damn, she was good.) He thought.

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Rell and Rosa sat on the couch as the showdown between them Becky and Spade commenced. As the first round ended, Alexa Bliss plopped down on the couch, sitting between Rell and Spade.

Enzo was still maneuvering around a visibly annoyed Sasha. (Who invited that clown?) Spade and Rell thought for a moment. What would each man do?

Choice

A | "Hey, Alexa."

B | I'm going to check Enzo and get away from Alexa at the same time.

C | Sips tea, focus on the game.

Naomi smiled, "Its dope that you get it, Charlotte."

Charlotte shrugged, "It's not difficult to get. It's wrong. I just wish Prince understood that. I mean, I was never the model or the beauty queen and it feels good for a man to see you like that. Especially my own man, right?"

The women nodded in agreement.

"It's just," Charlotte exhaled, "Him approving of women darkening their skin to that level just to get attention or to feel beautiful—I just don't know what to think. Does he expect me to do that too?"

Sasha smiled, "He doesn't. He's just-"

"Hey mama," Enzo interrupted. Still hovering over Sasha like an annoying gnat. "You giving all that precious attention to the wrong guy. Don'tcha think?"

Sasha stared at Charlotte, "Did you invite him here?"

Charlotte shook her head and turned to Naomi. "Did you?"

Naomi shook her head. "I wonder who did."

"I hope we don't have to throw another guy out of here." Naomi turned to Enzo.

JR was still a fly on the wall, casually observing everything that had transpired. Prince had an uncanny ability to slip-in-and-out of places unnoticed when he wanted to for short periods of time. After a few minutes, it would become too quiet and his absence was abruptly noticed.

Sasha ignoring Enzo continued her point, "Prince is just trolling everyone. I mean, he hates Carmella." Sasha waved her hand. "Even though she's a sweet girl he can't stand Carmella because of her gimmick."

Enzo leaned forward, "Well wait til he gets a look at me then," brushing his chin and eyebrows, "I'ma stand-up decent guy, right?"

JR monitored the body language and energy. The women looked annoyed.

Choice

A | Throw Enzo out of the house.

B | Observe.

JR exhaled. He couldn't take anymore of Enzo's bullshit. "It's time for you to go."

Enzo leapt backwards, "Oh," looking at Sasha, Charlotte, JR, Naomi and everyone in the house, "I guess y'all thought I was a busta but I'm still rich!" Beating his chest, "But watch this right here." He snapped his fingers and shouted, "GOON SQUAD!"

Nothing happened.

"GOON SQUAD!" He repeated.

Nothing happened.

"I said every goon that's with me, c'mhere!" He shouted.

JR and the others frowned as The Blue Meanie, Fandango, Adam Rose, Disco Inferno and Kaitlyn walked into the house.

"You've gotta be kidding me." Carlito rolled his eyes.

Becky observed the situation. She then turned to Rell and Spade, "Shouldn't you guys help him."

Prince strode across the scene and paid it to no mind. He reached for his whiskey, "Why are all these role players here?"

JR nodded, "They were just leaving." He glanced down at Enzo, "OOOOOH!" Punting Enzo in the groin, "DA NUTZ!"

Enzo dropped to knees in agony.

JR grabbed Enzo's skull and nailed Enzo in the face with a hard knee. Knocking him unconscious with his patented TIGER CLAW.

Meanie, Fandango, Rose, Disco Inferno and Kaitlyn raised their hands out of innocence. "Look, man. We're just here to get paid." Adam Rose pleaded.

Kaitlyn cautiously stepped forward, "I gotta put the money into my radiator."

Atlantis looked at Kaitlyn. Without AJ Lee, the woman had become a role player.

Choice

A | Invite Kaitlyn to the potluck

B | Give Kaitlyn 300 dollars for her radiator

C | Laugh at Kaitlyn and let her stay a role player.

Charlotte crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I feel bad for kicking the other four out. Look at them;" glancing through her window at the sullen men that had nothing left, "They have no food. They have no money. They're forever role players."

"And," feeling Prince's hands on her waists, "That is why," feeling his lips on her skin, "They're not here. We're the sum of all parts. We need the energy of leaders in our atmosphere."

Charlotte frowned playfully. It seemed she'd forgiven or let go of their earlier disagreement, "It's kinda cruel though."

Prince kissed her, "Come on, I'll help you forget about them." Playfully chasing the tipsy Charlotte through the house.

Sasha enviously rolled her eyes and took a long sip of her wine.

"I heard about Bill Cosby going to jail." Kaitlyn sighed.

JR took a deep breath, "That was truly…some bullshit!" He sang.

"Yeah," Prince called, "It was bullshit but if it was true its creepy as fuck. Fucking someone passed out. Isn't that basically necrophilia?"

"I mean," Prince blurted, "You're supposed to fuck somebody until they're unconscious."

Alexa covered her mouth and giggled, batting her eyelashes at him.

Prince continued, "You are not supposed to fuck somebody that is already unconscious. Isn't that the same as necrophilia?"

"On that note," Spade coughed and stood, "I'm going to store. We need more beer."

"I got your back." Rell exhaled, "In case the goons circle around the block to get you or something."

Rosa instantly rose to follow Rell, "It's alright." Rell waved, "Have some girl time. You'll be fine."
Rosa gave him a pleading look, "I don't wanna be without you, baby."

Rell pointed out the window. "The store is down the street. You can see it here."

Rosa sighed glumly, "Okay."

Rell and Spade walked out of the house together. As they passed the four goons, The Blue Meanie crassly glared at them, "What are YOOOU looking at?"

"A role player." Spade chuckled. The two simply walked away and went to the store.

"I like her." Rell defended after paying for the beer. "I just wish she'd let me," he glanced around; afraid Rosa was behind him, "Give me some space. We haven't even been together a half of a single day yet."

"And yet you move her into your crib?" Spade contested, "Just saying. It's not just her fault she's clingy. You led her on. You shoulda just hit it and quit it."

Rell exhaled, "I can't just dump her after taking her virginity, man."

"It was just business." Spade countered. "She knew what it was from the get go."

"Or Maybe,"a strong dark voice invaded the conversation. Sean O'Haire dressed in a coal black suit smiled, "You should both chase the things you want. I mean, YOLO, right? You only live once, right?" O'Haire smiled deviously.

"How you gon say, YOLO. I thought you died." Spade pointed out.

"I did." O'Haire muttered, "But the writers know this is the perfect spot for my character's gimmick, man. Play along, and you made me break the fourth wall."

O'Haire cleared his throat, "You know in your heart that Rosa is just a snack. She'll never satisfy you but you have the three women in your dreams in front of you and yet you can't make a move?"

"I should…get rid of Rosa and go after Tessa, Kaitlyn or Alexa?" Rell pondered.

"YOLO?" Spade carried on. "Sooooo, I should be a bit more aggressive with Becky?"

O'Haire smiled at them, "I'm not telling you…what you don't already know."

Choice

A | Resist your desires.

B | Give in to your desires.

"I hope we can do this again sometime." Aerostar read over the shoulder of Prince, "Heart emojis." He advanced on Prince, "Hmmmm?" Scratching his chin. "And who could that be from, loverboy."

Prince instinctively pressed DELETE. He looked over the shoulder of Aerostar. Alexa smiled at him before plopping onto the couch with the gossiping women. "None of your business, man."

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed. "You're hiding something." He leaned closer. "You have a deep dark secret."

Prince warily leaned back, "Man, you're starting to get Vampiro level creepy."

"Oh," Aerostar whispered, "Don't be frightened, Prince. We all have our little secrets." Aerostar opened his legs.

"What the fuck, man?!" Prince leapt backwards, drawing the attention of everyone.

Everyone stared at the ground; a tampon lay between Aerostar's boots.

Rell and Spade hurried up the stairs and entered the room. "What's going on?"

Rosa immediately threw her arms around Rell's neck, "Aerostar scared me!"

"It's alright," Rell smiled soothingly.

Tessa glared at Aerostar, "Are you wearing one of my tampons?!"

Aerostar paused and smiled wryly, "…maaaaaaaaybe."

Tessa rolled her eyes, "You know what," slapping her thighs and sitting on the couch.

"Aerostar," Spade exhaled, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck.

"Really, Spade?"

Spade nodded.

The door opened.

"AAAH!" Aerostar shouted as Spade threw Aerostar onto the lawn beside Meanie and the other role players.

Tessa looked exasperated, "What man walks around wearing tampons?!"

"OOOOOOKAY," Cody Rhodes, wearing a suit, entered the house with his wife Brandi Rhodes, "What the hell did we just walk into?"

JR was breathless at the sight of Brandi. He instantly felt the weight of Prince on his shoulder, "Bruh," he smiled, "She is like a young Diamond Jackson.

Then, JR felt Becky on his shoulder, "Yah," Becky agreed, "she es hot. Sizzlin'! Whoa, are oo in trouble eef oo go after 'er?"

JR looked at both Prince and Becky. "Am I that obvious?"

Becky thought, "Nah exactly. Ah mean oo've bin kinda jes relaxin' da entire nigh'." Becky whispered. "Ah mean, ervyrwoon knows ya like Naomi an'-"

"I'm just having a good time." JR nodded comfortably, "That time will come."

"True," Becky agreed, "Ah well, 'ere they come. Prince, les run away an' pretend we never talked ta 'em." The two scurried away in opposite directions.

JR and Cody shook hands. "I didn't expect to see you tonight." JR admitted.

Brandi Rhodes carried a warm apple pie past JR, "Where's the kitchen?"

"Ya know, R. Kelly had a song about kitchen if I -" Prince mumbled before receiving a soft elbow to the ribs from Charlotte. "I'll show her." Guiding Brandi away.

Cody smiled, "I came to talk to personally pitch my offer to all four of you guys."

Upon hearing that, Rell, Spade and Prince converged onto the conversation.

"I didn't mean to creepily get your number the way I did."Cody apologized. "Time was of the essence so I asked Aerostar and he-"

JRs gasped. (That fool is giving out my number to people I don't even know?!)

"We'll have dinner." Cody smiled, "Then, you guys can tell me if we have deal or not?"

Choice

A | We already decided. No deal

B | What deal is Cody talking about.

C | Maybe if he offer's Brandi we'll definitely say yes, hehehehe.

XO Licious also had made his way to the house to teach the girls a special lesson that Charlotte recommended. This class was to be held in Charlotte's bedroom.

"Hey," Prince clutched onto the fingertips of Charlotte, "Where you goin'?"

XO Licious swatted Prince's hand away, "PULEAZE, you gon be," dropping down onto the ground and popping his ass, "thankin' me when I'm done with her, okay."

Prince drunkenly snapped his fingers, "Work it, honey," and popping his neck.

Charlotte turned to XO Licious, "Are you seriously going to teach me how to twerk?"

XO Licious batted his eyelashes, "Naomi can handle the advanced training but me, I'ma give you the basics because I saw that tragedy and honey I dropped to knees and prayed for the Lawd to take me higher or to give you some soul."

Charlotte tipsily gawked. "I have a soul. I'm not some demon."

XO Licious gawked, "Lucifer himself got more rhythm that that but don't you worry. I'ma teach you how to drop it like it's hot on that thang," pointing to Prince's crotch.

Alexa strode forward, "Is this a group session?" Everyone stared at her apprehensively, "I mean, I'd like to get twerking skills up too."

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed, "Your timing insinuated that you wanted to learn how to ride Prince's bologna pony which would insinuate that you wanted to have sexual relations with him or you may already have had sexual relations with him or you are scheming on having sexual relations with another man at this party."

Spade threatening glared at Aerostar.

"Sorry." Aerostar waved, teleporting himself back onto the window sill.

"Follow me girls, I'm going to turn you all into the belle of the ball and the dancehall. Sista Naomi, Sista Brandi, Sista Sasha will you aide me?" XO Licious strutted.

Naomi, Brandi and Sasha exchanged glances.

"Well that wasn't a bit racist was it?" Aerostar whispered through the window.

Spade glared at him.

Aerostar was silent as a mouse.

JR exhaled. "When we were leaving the hotel earlier, Cody called me. He offered a deal for us to go to New Japan Pro Wrestling."

Prince sternly stared at JR. "Are they doing a show in Los Angeles or something?"

JR exhaled, "The Tokyo Dome. He wants us to work maybe two to four weeks. Us against The Bullet Club against The Elite."

Rell couldn't contain his excitement. "Japan? Tokyo? Oh shit! Really?"

Spade smiled. "I've always wanted to Akihibara, Tokyo Tower, Kamakura and the old battlegrounds of the samurai. Dude, not just wrestling but everything. Growing up a gaming fan and an anime fan. Man, it's be dope if we could go."

"All expenses paid." JR continued, "We would be made men are entire time over there and this how much New Japan is offering to pay us." Opening his phone and showing them a picture of four paychecks with more zeroes than they could have imagined.

"For less than a month of work?" Rell gawked.

"No deal," Prince shook his head immediately. "Forget it. I'm not going."

Spade blinked. "Prince think about this. We get to expand the group as a brand. Our WWE contracts are pretty much up. If we wanna be Vince's dogs like everyone else in the back then we stay loyal, keep on going and pray we don't future endeavored like JTG, Michael Tarver and so many other black talents that they didn't know what to do with once one gimmick ran its course."

"Yeah," Rell agreed.

"You guys can go." Prince stated. "I won't say anything against you guys wanting to go. I get it. You've never been there. You're hype and excited to go. But me, nah," He shook his head. "I'm not going there."

"Why?" JR gawked, "That's where you started your career as a wrestler. You became a star over there."

"Exactly." Prince nodded, "There's a lot of history over there that I'd rather leave alone."

Rell, Spade and JR looked at eachother in the huddle. "Did you see the news? Sullivan's over there working in NOAH." Spade whispered. "And with Catrina gone, us not having a way into IMPACT this may be our shot to get the truth out of him."

"Well, we leave him here then." JR suggested.

"NO WAY!" Spade declined. "NWA can't go on without Eazy E. Tony Toni Tone without Rafael? Korn don't feel the same without Silverra as the drummer."

"You're right about that." Rell nodded, "Korn is trash now for real."

"Maybe if Prince knew about The Taskmaster he'd agree to come with us." JR thought, "But I don't know if it's a good idea to tell him."

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed from outside the window. "I asked that question back in Season 1 and The Taskmaster said it was okay."

"Then," Rell scratched his head, "Why are you just now telling us this?"

"AH HAH!" Aerostar pointed, "Because YOU didn't ask. You can't put this on me."

"What's The Taskmaster?" Rosa interrupted. The group stared at her, she'd been in the huddle THE ENTIRE TIME!

Rell shook his head. Rosa could NOT keep doing this. The information spoken could potentially make her a target. "Rosa, you can't-"

Rosa exhaled. "I really want this relationship. I want us to work, Rell. And the only way it's going to work is if we trust eachother, right? So please. No secrets."

JR and Spade warily eyed Spade.

From the window, Aerostar smiled while rubbing his hands together like Birdman.

Spade shook his head, "Bruh, you are getting creepier-and-creepier."

"What?" Aerostar shrugged. "We all wanna know he is going to handle this one."

Rosa pleading looked into Rell's eyes. "No secrets, please."

Choice

A | Tell Prince AND ROSA about The Taskmaster's Mission

B | Tell neither of them