Hey guys! So I know it's been quite some time but trust me, I haven't forgotten about this story or any of the rest. I've just been super busy with school and it's been hard to find inspiration but low and behold, my imagination never fails me. I was just thinking to continue with the original plan but what would the story be without a little more drama to throw into the mix? Well, Tishawna, in the upcoming chapters takes on a new client who just may be her newest love interest. Who it may be, you might ask, well, just read on to find out. Also, Rage will be updated and I got a lot of new things coming your way, including collabs and the musi diary so please, read and review.
Chapter 4: Russian roulette
Lovers and Friends; CZW
Jon's POV
Her eyes sparkled like diamonds refracting a beam of sunshine straight from the heavens. Her curly black tresses fell like water down the Niagara to her lower back. Her body had the curves of hills in a valley. It was as if the Gods had conspired from above and poured every last ounce of their souls into her existence and brought this beautiful being to life. She was perfection, an angel, a flawless rarity, at least in my eyes. I think I'm in lo—dammit! Snap out of it, Good. You are not in love. A little high, drunk maybe. Still reeling from the countless lines of coke maybe, but if it's one thing Jon Good does not fall in, its love. Jesus Christ, what had this girl done to him? He never acted like this. She was just supposed to be a regular pump and dump. Get in it and then she has to get out. But this was…different. She was different. One glance at her and I'm ready to fight an army for her. Jesus, I barely knew the broad from a bum on the street and now she's all I can think about. I had to do something. Quick! I couldn't live like this. I was in ruins, I wasn't myself. But just as I was about to go into cardiac arrest, stressing, that pretty little hand of hers fell across my chest, and she snuggled against me and at that moment, my heart began to beat, the ice began to melt, the weights were lifted, the chains released and suddenly, I didn't feel so alone. She clung to me as if I were her only remnant of security, but in actuality, I was the one who needed a hero. I needed to be saved for once and with her, I didn't need that guard up. I knew that it was okay to lose it every so often, break down, and be weak without judgement awaiting me. But instead an embrace and encouragement. Was it possible to feel this way, about anyone? I believe that, now, in all of my lifetime, it was and I deserved it.
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Bang! Bang, CLACK! The sounds erupted into my ear, a sick reminder of the brutal, self-torture I just endured. Come on Shawna, one more and you're free. BANG!
Tishawna placed the metal bar atop the machine. She grabbed the pink towel she was using to dab the sweat from her face and neck. She then proceeded to walk into the locker room to grab her gym bag and water bottle. She wasn't going to lie; getting back in the gym, in and out of the ring almost every night, she forgot just how much work it actually was but truthfully, she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. This was her home, the ring was where she came to life. She missed her friends, her family and most of all, the fans. Tishawna walked into the locker room, where her Nike Duffle and water bag sat. She quickly grabbed them up and slung the strap across her shoulder. She stuck the white earbuds connected to her phone back into her ears, selecting a song from the playlist on her phone as she stepped onto the elevator. The doors shut behind her and the elevator slowly fell to the first floor. "Damn, I probably should have eaten before this workout."
Tishawna said to herself, nodding her head to the rhythm of the music flowing from her headphones. As the elevator came to an abrupt halt and the doors opened before her, she stepped into the lobby but what she was greeted by, took her by surprise. She turned her head, catching the sound of yelling out of earshot. She looked at the front desk where a tall, curvaceous woman with short blonde-brownish hair was shouting at the front desk associate, only inches from jumping over the counter. She plucked the earbuds from her ear so that she could listen in on the escalating situation. She took a couple steps forward and what she spotted would shock the hell out of her. "Hell nah." Tishawna mumbled to herself. That was NOT who she thought it was, it wasn't possible.
"Listen, puta. I'm telling you. That is my boyfriend, he left me the key. Now, take your bad eyebrows, saggy titties and dry ass hair and get the hell out of my way- The snooty woman behind the keyboard had a smirk on her face as she stared at her. "Ma'am I'm going to have to ask you to lower your voice and refrain from using any further obscenities in this establishment. Now, no offense but I highly doubt that Mr. Bennett would be seen with such a woman of your, demographic- The blonde slammed her manicured hand against the counter. "Such a what? Such a what? Such a bad bitch, yeah I know. Let me spell it out for you, mami. Stuart Bennett is my fucking boyfriend! See, ugly, pasty white bitches like you sit up here with your keyboards and clipboards like you're fucking God. You ain't nothing but a cheap bitch with bad taste and bad breath. I would ask who you're fucking for this job but who am I kidding, it's probably dryer than a nun in West Texas down there seeing as how you couldn't save your piss poor paycheck for a year to even dream of paying someone to touch that dusty sinkhole you call a vagina. I came in here with a polite demeanor and showed you nothing but respect and the second you looked at me and heard my voice, you assumed that a Hispanic bitch couldn't afford to stay here. Honey, my shoes are worth more than your car note. So this is the last time I will ask, give me that goddamn key or I will slice your fucking throat-
Tishawna couldn't watch any longer, she had to interject. "Tahlia?!" The woman's head instantaneously snapped sideways in her direction when she heard her voice. "Shawna?! Is that you? Hey bitch!" Her mood changed just that quickly. She struck out across the lobby, running into Tishawna's embrace. The two collided and hugged. Tahlia Varnon was the closest she had ever had to a sister. She met Tahlia in Miami when she was 20, working at the King of Diamonds nightclub. Only two years after meeting Jon, she left Cincinnati for a year and a half and Tahlia came back with her for a short time. These two had done everything from get arrested, run from dealers together to dining in the finest establishments together. Through it all, they had each other's backs.
"Girl, it's been a million years, how've you been?" Tishawna pulled away from her, looking the woman up and down. "I've been great. Still trying to stay out of trouble." The two laughed simultaneously. "Girl, I know the feeling. Seems like you were about to catch strikes 3 and 4 over there with Ms. Bougie Bitch." Tahlia looked over her shoulder at the woman, who was shaking and quite terrified. "Oh, her. That bitch is going to be on mute for the duration of our stay, I got a feeling. Hey, I'm about to go grab some food upstairs in the café. You want to join? We got some catching up to do."
The two girls exited the lobby, hopping onto the elevator. A few moments later, the two arrived at the entrance of one of the hotel's many dining establishments. It was a small café, with every snack and comfort food you could dream of. But the food was great. The two took a seat in the corner of the restaurant, towards the back. A waitress approached them, asking for their orders. "What can I get you ladies?" They turned to one another, smirking as they said simultaneously. "Cheese fries." "Well there goes my workout." They immediately burst into laughter. That was their favorite food. Along with two Sprites.
"So, girl. How's life been treating you?" Tahlia turned to Shawna as she spoke. "It's been good, actually. The past few years have been good to me. I got myself right, working towards my Masters and I'm back here in WWE. How about you? You look good, girl. You really do." Tahlia smirked, her head slightly tilted downward. "Yeah, things have been wonderful. I've been doing the whole modeling and night club promotion thing. It's been awesome. I met the most amazing guy; Wade, Stuart. Hence why I'm here in New York this week." Tishawna's stomach felt as if it would drop to her ass once she heard her friend utter the words. She decided not to make the conversation awkward and tense by saying she was his ex, so she opted not to mention it. "Well, I am so happy for you, baby girl. You deserve this happiness."
"Oh girl, we both do. We promised ourselves that one day we wouldn't have to struggle or see pain. We did it. Amen to that." Tishawna smiled widely. "So, Shawna. Is there a special man in your life?" Tahlia asked, twirling the straw in her drink, narrowing her eyes at Shawna. She wasn't with anyone per say, it was more of a friendship with benefits, a very secretive one. "No, you know me girl. I ain't really into the whole commitment thing. At least not at this point." Tahlia chuckled. "Girl, come on. Well fuck commitment, tell me it's not one of these fine, sexy, muscular men here that you wouldn't love to climb on top of and test drive like a Harley." Tishawna damn near strangled on her drink.
"Well, shit. It's not like I've never given it thought. But that's my not my steez, boo. Besides, I just made it back. I don't need to be slutting it up with the entire roster." The two laughed and conversed for almost an hour and a half, taking breaks in between to finish their meals. Once they finished, the two got onto the elevator, exchanged numbers and parted ways with a tight embrace. "It was so good seeing you again, Shawnie. I'll see you tonight. Love you girl." Tahlia waved goodbye and the doors closed, taking her to her floor. As Tishawna turned to her door, sifting for her card key to unlock it, she felt a warm breath of air graze her neck and a weight against her body. "Damn, look at you. Looking sexy as fuck as usual. Ya' know, seeing you in those yoga pants does something to me." Tishawna smirked, her eyes narrowing as she leaned against the door. She recognized that voice anywhere and it made her knees buckle and her breathing short. "Well, I could do some things to you right now." Tishawna pushed the door open, allowing the two access.
She was a bit exhausted from her work out but she didn't mind going a couple rounds with Good. "I've been waiting all day to get my hands on you, baby." Jon leaned against the wall, Tishawna's backside pressed against him. She extended her arm, running her fingers down his face. He sank his teeth into the tender skin of her neck, covering them with soft kisses afterwards. He tugged roughly at the front of her form fitting tank top, exposing her large breasts. "Jesus, aren't you just a fucking masterpiece." Dean's low grunts rang out into Tishawna's ear as his growing erect pressed against her firm ass. His right hand slid into the front of her panties, massaging the warm, moist area between her inner thighs. Tishawna purred like a kitten underneath his grasp. He had complete control over her body, his touch and kiss had taken her captive once again. Her legs began to go weak, making it difficult for her to stand. "You like that don't you, baby girl?" Jon's low grunts rang out into her ear as he worked every inch of her body. He spun her around, lifting her into his arms, gently setting her onto the mattress. Tishawna bent her legs at the knees as Jon proceeded to pull her pants down. She kicked off her shoes along with the panties and sweats that hung at her ankles.
"I'm going to fuck you so good, you feel it for weeks." Jon leaned over Tishawna, groaning into her ear. As she lie underneath him, he unbuckled his pants quickly, removing his shirt. With a swiftness, he lifted her leg and entered her at a somewhat sped up pace. Tishawna arched her back, allowing him more access. Her fingers trailed up and down his back, her nails clawing into Jon's muscular flesh. "Oh my gosh! Fuck…right there." She bucked her hips forward, grinding against him. The two switched and rotated to almost every position within a two hour span. Tishawna found herself atop Jon, bouncing her ass against the base as she rode him. They both reached their climaxes, falling to one another's sides.
The two stared up at the ceiling, basking in their afterglow. Her curly locks sprawled across his muscular chest as the two panted heavily, their breathing coming back to normal pace. "Oh wow." Jon chuckled softly as his fingers sifted through Tishawna's hair. "That was…amazing. Really." Tishawna pulled the comforter across her body, turning her body to face his. "It was. It always is. I swear Shawna, there isn't a girl in this world that can do what you do. That was incredible, kitten." Tishawna laced their fingers together, holding his hand in hers. "No one compares to you either, my little lunatic." Shawna placed a trail of kisses along his chest, a wide smile stretching across her face as she did so.
"Lunatic? I thought I was 'daddy'." "Oh, you still are. But your little fans are right. You are a little crazy." Jon turned onto his side, gripping her ass in both of his hands. "I'm crazy, huh? Would I be crazy if I said I could go another two or three rounds with you? Fucking you until the bed breaks like old times?" Within two seconds, Jon had pinned her down to the sheets as his hands grasped her wrists. She let out a loud giggle as he teased her with playful kisses across her neck. But the moment was abruptly ended when Tishawna's phone began to ring. "Let it go to voicemail, or answer it and let them listen." "Oh gosh, you are so messy." Tishawna laughed, picking up her phone from the dresser. She slid the green bar over, answering the call. "Hello?" He continued to tease her, slipping two fingers inside of her, making it difficult for her to listen or concentrate. But her smile would soon fade when she heard the voice on the other end. She slapped Jon's arm to get him off of her. "Oh….Okay. I'm on my way, love! You keep it together." She immediately hung the phone up, bolting out of the bed. "Oh God." Tishawna ran across the room to her closet, grabbing a pair of jeans and a tank top.
"What's going on?" Jon said in a confused tone, still lying with the covers draped across his lower half. "That was Nattie, TJ's been hurt. It's serious. I gotta meet her at the hospital." She shuffled about the room, grabbing her coat and boots. She'd rake her fingers through her hair, straightening it. Jon sprung out from under the covers, searching around for his jeans and shirt. He quickly threw them back on, along with his shoes. The two exited the room, hopping onto the first elevator available.
Once they had arrived on the first floor, they dashed through the crowded lobby, outside to her vehicle. "I hope he's alright. She sounded distraught." Tishawna tossed Jon the keys as she sat in the passenger's seat. "Well you know Nattie, she'd cry if she spilled her coffee but I hope he's fine." Jon's raspy voice rang out as he sped down the highway. About 30 minutes later, the duo arrived at the front of the emergency room. He found a parking space on the far end. "You go ahead in there. I'll be right in, I just need to make a phone call." Tishawna nodded, opening the door. Before she stepped out, Jon pulled her back into a lingering kiss. It damn near took the breath from her body.
She jogged to the entrance of the emergency room, immediately greeted by her friends and coworkers. Natalya ran into her arms, tears drenching her face. "Shawna, I'm so happy you're here." Her voice was cracking uncontrollably. "Oh babe, it's going to be alright." She embraced her tightly, rubbing her back. "How is he?" "He's stable. But he's hurt, really bad. I don't know what went wrong but the way he landed, he almost…" She burst into tears once again, her lugs buckling as she buried her face into her hands. She held herself up, returning to the room when she heard the nurse call for her. "It's going to be okay, sweetheart." As Tishawna turned around, she was caught off guard by a tall, muscular man holding a cup of coffee, wiping his eyes. She didn't even have time to react once she had bumped into him. "Oh gosh, I am so sorry, madam." Tishawna's heart was beating rapidly as she caught a clear glimpse of the man. She'd seen him before but vaguely remembered him.
All she did know that he was fucking gorgeous and that was voice was going to be the cause of her death. Not now, Shawna. "Yes, I'm alright. Are you alright though?" He nodded slowly, looking as if he had lost his best friend. He stared into Tishawna's eyes momentarily before breaking the awkward silence. "You don't remember me, do you?" His thick accent rang out. She shook her head. "I'm Claudio, Cesaro. I'm Tyson's partner. We spoke briefly backstage at WrestleMania." Shawna's mouth widened as she recollected who the man was. "Oh my goodness…it's so nice to see you again. Of course not under these circumstances." "Of course not, but how are you? It's nice to be in the presence of a legendary lady such as yourself." "Well thank you. I'm humbled." They sat on a bench outside of the room, conversing. Although it wasn't the best of times, it helped both and it eased their minds.
As they finished the conversation, a slender woman with short blonde hair walked up to them. "Hey, Renee." Claudio stood and greeted the woman with an embrace. Tishawna stood up, shaking the woman's hand. "I've heard so much about you and let me tell you, I've been waiting to meet you. I've heard you and Jon were good friends back in his Indy days. I've seen some of your work here and I am a HUGE fan. " Tishawna assumed she was just a friend until the next words she uttered nearly made her faint. "Oh, I'm just talking like a hysterical fangirl. I'm Renee. Jon's girlfriend." The slender framed woman pulled Tishawna into an embrace, a tight one at that. She could not believe this. Her heart was about to jump out of her chest and jet out that door. As she remained in her grasp, she tilted her head upward to see Jon standing at the door, resembling the face of a man who had spotted a ghost. Oh, it was about to go down.
Welp guys, put a bow on it and call it a wrap! Finally I have finished this and I hope it was worth the wait! Thank you all so much for the reviews and words of encouragement. Please continue to give reviews and let me know what you think.
With much love,
-ChelleGambino, xoxo.
