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Angel sat hunched over in the back seat of Ophelia's Blade. She was up front driving in the wrestling outfit Angel got for her. "I don't think I can do this…" He said quietly

The trench coat I was wearing rustled as I leaned into him, "You're going to be fine."

"What if he takes you? What if he takes off my mask again?"

He couldn't worn his normal purple hoodie, that'd be a dead giveaway, so Ophelia lent him one of her Saint purple ones. I didn't think she had any hoodies in her wardrobe but she did. "You're gonna be fine. You've trained for years to do this," I laid my head on his back.

He sighed, "Gracias."

"De nada," I said as Ophelia stopped the car. We got out and into a side entrance of the arena. Ophelia separated from us to sign in for her and her "unknown" partner. Angel pulled his hoodie up around the Luchadore guards milling around. "How are we going to get past them?"

"Lay low but act like you belong here." I took him by the arm and led him to the locker rooms. We waited outside the doors for Ophelia to come back. "So how are you going to 'lay low' in here? He's been hunting for you." Angel whispered.

I laughed, "You've been fussing all day. It's pretty funny."

"Can you blame me for worrying? If I get defeated again he's taking you."

"Then don't lose."

He exhaled heavily and looked to Ophelia walking back toward us. She chirped, "We're signed up."

"So get out before anyone spots you," Angel hissed to me.

"Okay, okay," I said I shoved the door open, "good luck."

"No kiss?" Ophelia asked.

"After he wins."

Angel smirked and headed inside. Ophelia looked to me, "You're not going to leave, are you?"

"Nope, I need to draw attention from you both."

She sighed, "Just try not to get kidnapped again. He cares about you too much."

"When did he tell you that?"

"He didn't need to tell me," she said and went through the doors.

I weaved through the crowd of wrestlers to another changing room. When matches had card girls strut across the ring before each round, they would get dressed into their skimpy outfits here. I started rooting around for a sign, looking in the lockers and bins. A ROUND ONE sign was leaning up against the wall, caked in dust, so I brushed it off. A cheeky idea popped into my mind. I took a marker off a bench and doodled an angel's wings on the back of it. I left the room and snuck toward the entrance to the ring. The trench coat slipped from my shoulders, leaving me in my Candy Striper outfit. The wrestler standing there turned around. "Serena?" Sway asked.

"Sway!" I stepped to him and slapped him on the back.

"Serena, fuck it's been forever. What's been happening?"

I shrugged, "Dealing with scandal, the usual."

"I hear ya, that fight between Killbane and Angel was crazy! He still hasn't come out of hiding."

"Well, by being here, I hope to get a little payback."

He stepped to the side so I could pass, "I'm not stopping you, Angel was a good guy. Killbane deserves everything coming to him."

"Thank you," I said before stepping into the arena. Familiar noise of the audience and announcers flowed around me as I lifted myself into the ring.

Zach and Bobby were the announcers for the night. Bobby was the first to speak, "Since when did we have card girls Zach-" His voice changed, "Oh my god, it's The Candy Striper!"

"The third Pale Rider, still shrouded in scandal after she ruined her partner, Angel de la Muerte!"

I circled the ring, blowing kisses to the shocked fans. "She has a lot of courage to be showing her face tonight, Zach!"

"And tonight will get a lot more interesting!" His comment came before the Luchadors swarming toward me. I threw my sign at them and dived out of the ring, sprinting to the exit. I moved down the corridor and through a door opening to the main hall. There was a crowd of wrestling fans I blasted into with the men at my heels. I swarmed through, letting them as as buffer. Two boys in particular noticed me. "Oh my god, you're Candy Striper!" One gasped, "You're like, my favorite girl wrestler!"

I put my arms around both of them, "Why not your favorite wrestler?" I made them walk quickly, leaving the soldiers behind us. We chatted while we moved toward an abandoned corridor.

"I ship you with Killbane so much!" The other beamed.

That made me halt and go completely numb. "Thanks," I mumbled. My back met a wall in the forgotten part of the arena. The sounds, the people, the colors of the place, everywhere except here felt so lively. Cheers from the crowd echoed through the concrete walls.

The two chattered around me and left quickly as they appeared. I slipped the mask off and looked at it. What would've happened if Doc hadn't have tried to kill Angel? I sighed, I would still be a luchador, rich as a queen.

Someone approached me, Jane Valderamma from Channel 6. "You've been very hard to find, Ms. Miller."

I forced my voice to pick up. "But not too hard for a reporter like you, right?"

She smiled, "Where have you been all these years?"

I shrugged, "In hiding. Busting my partner's leg doesn't help my reputation."

"That was quite a scandal; It was nothing to vanish off the face of the earth for, though. Why?"

"I was ashamed, couldn't be around him after that. I figured if I left, he'd be better off."

"You seem to have kept up with the wrestling world well."

"I've watched every match he's been in."

She stared at me curiously, "So what is your relationship with your ex-partner Angel de La Muerte?"

Someone grabbed me by my shoulders and turned me to them. Angel wrapped me in his arms and slammed his mouth into mine. I heard a camera click somewhere

"Oh," Jane commented and looked away.

I managed to surface for air and see Angel beaming at me. "I won," he panted.

I smiled, "You won?"

He nodded and kissed me again. Ophelia came around the corner and joined us. "We kicked Killbane's ass," she said as she held up his mask.

"Holy shit," I gasped.

Angel put his hand at my back and started walking us out of the arena. Press swarmed around us as we got to the exit.

"Boss, you're driving," he shoved the keys into her hand as he got both of us into the backseat. His hands slipped up my shirt as he worked his lips against mine. I got my arms around him, pulling him as close as he could be. My leg got in between his and let him grind against me while he started going for my neck. I reveled in his touch, moaning and arching my back. All I wanted was him now, needed him.

He moved his head from my neck to the crook of my shoulder, growling, "It's been years without this, without touch. Knowing what heaven was then being taken to hell."

I begged , "Please, Angel, I promise, I'll be with you! When you wake up, I'll be there I swear. I don't want to be away from you ever again!"

"And you promise this time?" He sighed sadly.

"I promise," I said before turning my face toward his and meshing his lips with mine. The car stopped and the door opened. "Get out of my car before you two fuck, please," Ophelia said.

I scooted out as Angel got up and pulled me. Even as we stood, my arms were wrapped around him, and his was around my waist. She nodded at us before she handed him Killbane's mask. "You deserve it."

Angel looked at it for a second, "Thanks." I plucked it from him and examined it. All of Eddie's bravdo, all his skill, all his power was from this mask.

Ophelia nodded at us before getting back into the car and driving off. We both stumbled through the doors and into the casino floor. As we passed the ring, I flung the mask onto the mat. "It's not important anymore," I said and looked to him, "what's important is what we're about to do."

"Or who I'm about to do," he said before lifting me into his arms. I laughed and kissed him, letting my arms wrap around his neck. Heaven was finally mine.

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