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"Harder! Harder!" Angel groaned. The furniture lay in shambles on the floor, sheets were falling off the beds in disarray.

"Are you sure?" I panted softly.

"Please!" He demanded.

"Okay..." I sprinted to him, tackled into his chest, and dragged him to the floor.

"Very good, but get more force behind your pile drives, otherwise it just feels like being hit with a pillow."

"I'll show you a pillow," I picked up a stray one and swung it into his face.

He grabbed it and tore it from my hands, then threw it back at me. Feathers flew up and landed in my hair.

"Stop!" I giggled.

"We gotta get ready for the scaffold match," he laughed and hit me again.

I got on the bed and looked at him, "Then why are you teaching me tackles instead of flying attacks? Those seem more useful."

"Because you don't know those. Since you learned in military, you aren't used to taking a guy fully head-on, since you would've had a gun or knife to help you. You either already know the rest or could pick it up really easily."

The compliment made me blush. "Really?"

"Yeah, moves are pretty easy. A child could do it."

"Oh," I said flatly. Such a charmer, this one.

"Let go some more," he ordered with a smack from his pillow to back it up.

I sprang off the bed and tackled him to the floor. He gave a belly laugh and pushed me off, flinging me back onto the bed. I lobbed some more pillows at him. He put both his arms up to make a shield, then jumped on the bed after me. "Stop!" I yelled.

He grabbed my arms and pinned me down. "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." His breath was flowing over my face, warm and gentle, just like him. It filled me up.

"Really?" The last time he said that I got hurt.

"Yeah," he said with a small smile.

The door opened to reveal Mike staring at us awkwardly. He gestured behind him, "I can come back later if I'm interrupting something."

Angel pushed off me and quickly got to his feet, "We're ready."

"Yeah," I sighed and joined him.

We walked out to the car and got inside. "So what's the fight going to be this time?" I asked.

"A classic ring matchup. You'll be against other medics and the guys will be tag teaming. Think you can manage?"

"I know I can."

Mike smiled and kept driving until we arrived at the back entrance of the stadium. Our team fought through the crowd and into the dimly lit corridor.

"You go that way," Angel pointed to the left turn, opposite of where they were going.

"Okay," I said softly and started walking. A crowd's roar echoed far down the hall, masking the sound of my footsteps. My steps toward the bright light at the end of the tunnel grew quicker, my shoulders squared back, and my arms flexed of their own accord. I sprinted out of the corridor just as the announcer yelled my name and bounded into the ring. Blows flowed in seamlessly, both by me and my blue-spandex clad opponent, Blue Demon again.

He hissed, "I'm gonna kick your ass for what your friend did to my wife."

"Well that's my friend," I accented with a punch, "so I can't be sorry for what he does."

He yelled and slammed his foot into my chest, then pinning me to the ground. I had to stay there, give the crowd a thrill. But as one of my ribs popped, I lost that desire really quickly. My foot slammed into his crotch, eliciting a shout from him. The noise of the audience was drowned out by the blood and adrenaline cocktail now flowing through my body. I swung my whole body into a punch that sent him back quite a few steps. He blocked and kept sending kicks and punches in a volley. I dodged away from each one, then kicked out. He blocked, grabbed me, and flung me into the ropes. I clambered on top of a post, then leaped toward him. My legs slammed into his throat and drove him to the ground. He staggered up, but not before I got him in a headlock.

"Tap out," I growled.

"You'll have to choke me first." He stood up and tried to grab me. I kept a hold on him until he finally dropped. I roared and threw my hands up for the screaming crowd. Fighter after fighter came for the deathmatch, but were defeated. The fights all passed in a red-tinted haze. When it cleared, I was standing in the corridor from where I came.

"That was awesome," I panted and started walking. Someone thumped toward me from the opposite end of the hall. When we got to the entrance, Killbane emerged from the shadows.

"Did you win?" He asked. He was stained with blood and bruises, and his leg looked worse for wear.

"Yeah."

He grinned, "I knew you would."

I smiled and looked around, "So where's Angel?"

"He's outside, I think. But listen, I thought we could go get some drinks, have a little fun and maybe get to know each other?"

"Sure, let's go," I grabbed his arm and started to lead. He moved stiffly out like a man on death row. As promised, Angel was outside, smoking a cigarette.

"Me and Killbane are gonna get a drink to celebrate, do you want to come?"

"No, I'll go back to the hotel." he replied bluntly and stamped out his cigarette.

I grabbed his arm, "It'll be really fun, though."

"I'll be alright," he backed up.

"You sure? It won't end in a bar fight like last time."

"I need to do something. Go have fun."

"Sure thing…" I mumbled and rejoined Killbane. He smiled at me then hailed a cab. We got in and started the trek to Barton Hollow, an old pub.

"Thanks for taking me out, Killbane," I supplied to break the silence.

"You're welcome. And please, call me Eddie."

"Okay, Eddie."

He smiled and opened the door for me when we arrived. We walked inside and grabbed a table.

"So how did you get into the wrestling gig?" I questioned.

He sighed, "I was good at it, and it made money, so how could I say no?"

"That was the same with Angel," I supplied, "no wonder you too are friends."

"The sport is better with friends on your side," he laughed, "and Angel's a decent guy."

"Yeah, he's helped me out so much. I'd be screwed without him."

His face twitched for a minute, but settled back to normal, "I could help you if you want."

"I'd like that, thanks."

The rest of the night passed on without mention, until we got back to the room. It took a second for my eyes to register what was going on.

I formed a response. "Angel, why is there a fucking tiger in the hotel room?"

The man was perched on the end of his bed, holding a baby bottle in a tiger's mouth, if you could call the thing a baby. It took up all of Angel's lap and then some. "It's our new pet. His name is Xibalba." The feline looked toward us, then put his head back in Angel's lap.

I hesitantly stepped toward it and offered my hand to the cat. "You've lost your fucking mind," I whispered as he sniffed my hand.

"Well the guy I took it from was about to put it down, so I had to take it," Angel sighed. He rubbed the top of Xibalba's head.

The tiger mewed and started rubbing me with the side of it's mouth. "Why would someone put him down?"

"Not sure. But he needed someone to go with, that's why I couldn't go with you guys."

"You didn't miss much," I replied and sat down on the bed to take my shoes off.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it would've been fun though," I said while I grabbed a pair of pajamas, then changed in the bathroom.

"I'm sure it would've. You look cute by the way," he looked me up and down.

That made me blush for some reason, "Thank you."

Angel rubbed the tiger on the top of it's head, then put it in his gym bag. Xibabla nustled into the pile of dirty clothes.

"He's so cute," I cooed and settled into bed almost the same way.

"Yeah," Angel laid down on his bed, "good night."

"Night."

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