Author's note: Hello all, long time no see. I'm back again with another story, and this time its about the blonde bombshell herself. Took me a while to finally get it up, but its here. I hope you guys'll enjoy it.
Beyond the Squared Circle
Chapter 1
Confetti fell from the rafters like rain, in sync with the exploding fireworks set off high above the ring. Tina clutched her awarded championship title belt against her bosom before holding it up in the air for everyone to see. This perhaps had to be the best day of her life and she did not bother to hold back from shedding tears to express happiness either.
Photographers snapped pictures and even frantic reporters were rushing in with microphones to get a quick comment from her. Her manager and close friend Zack shooed away all the media and paparazzis, prodding her toward the backstage area. A mob of crazed fans seemed to be after her as well once they exited the building to head for the limousine waiting for them.
"Hurry, get in!" Zack's voice was urgent, much higher pitched than usual.
Tina followed his lead and slammed the limousine door shut once she got in, just in time before the wild mob could swarm them. They shared a chuckle between punctuated pants while staring through the tented window as the vehicle sped off.
"Phew, that was a close one." The man in sunglasses wiped a cloth against his sweaty forehead. "They probably would have torn off our arms and legs if they would have gotten a hold to us."
Tina giggled at his little joke, a hand obscuring her mouth. "You're telling me, honey. You should see how people react when daddy tries to leave the building. He can hardly get out the front door without being attacked by the fans."
"I'd imagine your dad having a hard time getting out of any door, Tina." Zack smiled, pouring himself a glass of champagne after popping the cork.
Her laughing ceased with narrowed eyes. "Watch it. I could say the same about your mother. She's not someone I'd call thin either."
"Alright alright. You made your point. Here, have a drink with me, champ." She took the second glass he poured and tapped it against his in toast. "So, what's on the agenda for tomorrow?"
"Daddy's birthday is coming up. I want to surprise him this time, and I have already made arrangements. There's going to be so much going on, so I expect you to be on your best behavior. But enough about that, lets worry about now."
She turned her gaze toward the window, watching the many buildings of the city flash by in blurs. The night was still young and celebrating seemed to be the next best thing. Tonight, she was going to have the time of her life.
Tina felt a cold chill bite into her bare legs upon exiting the vehicle once they reached the hotel. They had danced, ate, and even drunk as much as their stomachs would allow at the nightclub. She had not had this much fun in years.
Exhaustion was settling in with her eyes fighting to stay open. If she were to walk around any longer, she would collapse. She exhaled a yawn while waving a brief farewell to Zack on the way to the elevator. A trip to the fifth floor and down the fresh scented hallway brought her to room five hundred. She slid the keycard through the slot and pulled the door open, welcomed by a slight breeze from inside. The lamp on the dresser was still active, providing light and warmth to the otherwise cold room.
Tina had laid her title belt across the table and disrobed to fit into the nightclothes hanging off the chair. She folded her legs Indian style on the bed, seizing the framed picture of Bass and her younger self off the nightstand to look at. They had been apart for several months, but he was coming back to see her on his birthday. No doubt they would have so much to talk about and catch up on.
"Daddy..."
A pull of the chain snuffed out the lamp and Tina rested flat on her back with eyes staring up at the ceiling before shutting them.
The day after tomorrow could not come any faster.
The constant beep of the alarm clock had awoken Tina, the digital numbers reading past seven. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, never recalling to have set the machine to go off in the first place.
"Morning, sleepy head." Came a familiar voice in her ear while she sat up from the pillow.
Zack sat by the edge of the bed, tickling her bare toes through the blankets.
Tina gasped, screaming in shock at the top of her lungs before rolling off the bedside. "Damn it, Zack! How the hell did you get in here? You don't just come into people's rooms like this!" She gave him the coldest glare she could summon and stood up off the floor.
He snickered and flashed a plastic card from his pocket. "Simple. I got a key to your room, just for safety reasons."
A quick breath intake and she crossed her arms while leaning against the balcony window with a pout. "Yeah right. I'm sure there's more to it than that."
He came off the bed and pulled her body close to his in embracement. Aww, Tina, don't be mad. I just wanted to get you up early so we wouldn't be late."
"Well, you should have called instead." She said, looking away from him without any sympathy. "You wouldn't want someone walking into your room and seeing you in your striped boxers, would you?"
He scratched his chin with a smirk and laughed. "Depends. If it were one of those exotic chicks from Southeast Asia then heck yeah! I'd tell her that the Zack man is open for business."
A smile crept over her lips as the sudden joke drew a giggle. Even when she was in a bad mood, he always seemed to know how to make her chuckle.
"I apologize for barging in on you like this, Tina. I'll give you some privacy now if you wish." He nodded, awaiting her response.
She forgave him with a hug of her own, her voice in a whisper. "Apology accepted. Just next time, call me, ok?"
"Can do." His hands then slid down her back and toward the rump before giving it squeeze through the coal colored cropped pants. In reply, she slapped Zack across the face before escorting him out with a shove.
"Don't touch the merchandise." She said on slamming the door closed.
At last, she was alone.
