Fergal arrived home exhausted. He'd been at the Performance Center all day working with his trainers incorporating a few finishers into his move set.
He enjoyed developing his character and ring work. Japan had taught him the shoot style of wrestling but he wanted to be more diverse. He could fly with the best. His kicks were devastating. But he was competing with larger men now. Once he got to the main roster, he'd be competing against men like Kane and Big Show.
He wouldn't be able to lift them up for his patented finisher, Bloody Sunday. So he had worked with Baron, Bull, Viktor, and Konnor all day.
Now laid back on his bed, he checked his phone. He always turned off his phone at practice. Preferring not to be distracted. Focusing solely on training.
He smiled as he saw numerous messages and a few calls from Mackenzie, his magnolia blossom.
His smile soon turned into a frown as he read the texts. Mackenzie had received a letter from WWE earlier that day. They had turned her down.
Mackenzie was beyond devastated. She was talking about retiring and walking away from wrestling. She had needed him and he had let her down.
He listened to her teary voice warble as she read word for word the rejection letter. His heart broke as she was forced to stop because the tears clogged her throat.
He ended the call and buried his face into his pillow. He wanted to think of the right words. This was the most important conversation they had ever had.
He prayed that he didn't screw this up. He knew wrestling was the most important thing in her life. She lived and breathed this business.
She was just hurting. He couldn't let her give up her dream. She would never forgive herself. But he also knew his main role as her boyfriend was to support any decision she made.
To give her the support she would not if she walked away. To help her find another dream to follow.
Feeling prepared, he dialed her number. Smiling as he listened to her ringback tone. His Magnolia had the worst taste in music. A true country girl to the bone. She loved her country music.
The phone cut off just as Hank Williams began singing about being so lonesome he could die i"Fergal?"
"Hello Magnolia."
"Oh Fergal, I wish you could hold me. It feels like my world is broken in half. My mom called me Tuesday night and told me the letter had arrived. I got home this morning, opened it, and haven't stopped crying."
"Oh baby. I'm so sorry. Did you call your mom? I don't like the thought of you being alone right now."
"She came over. She unpacked everything. Threw my clothes in the wash. She offered to stay with me but I sent her home. I don't want to hear that it'll be okay. I just want to wallow in my pity party."
Not one to wallow, Fergal couldn't understand her need. He was wired to pick himself up immediately and fix whatever was wrong.
Going in instinct, he prayed his plan didn't backfire in his face. He was either going to have his first fight with her or he was going to break through to her fighting spirit.
"Knock it off Mackenzie. So you didn't get what you wanted. Are you seriously going to give up. Throw away ten years of busting your ass. That's just childish."
He braced himself for the blowback.
Mackenzie was so shocked by his harsh words she couldn't respond. How dare this asshole who was supposed to care about her tell her she was being childish. The one person in the world who could fully understand wasn't giving her the support she needed.
Not realizing she was responding the way he had hoped she would, she let her temper explode. "Fuck you Fergal Devitt. You fucking asshole. How dare you speak to me this way. How dare you try to make me feel guilty. You fucking son of a bitch."
Wincing against the full fury of her impressive temper, he felt a spark of hope. This was why he loved her so much. She refused to let anyone disrespect her.
He held the phone away from his ear. Mackenzie was yelling so loudly and passionately that it was almost a screech.
Listening to the colorful language, he actually blushed. She was inventive with her threats. Threatening to disembowel him.
His girlfriend may have watched too many episodes of Walking Dead. He was thankful he wasn't within reaching distance. Or that she didn't have a machete or crossbow. Cause she was fired up enough to go Michonne or Daryl Dixon on his ass.
Hearing her take a deep breathe getting ready to rip into him again, he lost his composure and began to laugh.
"Are you done?"
"I beg your fucking pardon. Did you really just ask me if I was done? Do you find this hilarious? Does my pain amuse you?"
"No, your pain doesn't amuse me baby. But your inventive threats amuse me. Did you seriously threaten to shove a bolt so far up my ass I would choke on it?"
Vibrating from what felt like justified anger, Mackenzie wasn't ready to forgive her prick of a boyfriend. "You fucking asshole. You did that on purpose. Pissing me off. I could kick your ass."
Fergal knew he was forgiven. Well mostly. He was sure he would have a few colorful bruises next time he saw her.
A light went off in his head. He knew just what would make her feel better.
"Baby. How would you feel about coming down here for a week? Let me hold you in my arms. Kiss your frown away. I'm sure I can help you work off any frustration."
Mackenzie hesitated for a second. Were they ready for that step in their relationship? She knew if she went to Florida they would sleep together. She couldn't be near Fergal without wanting to rip his clothes off and lick his amazing abs.
"Are you sure Fergal? Because if I come down there. I'm not renting a hotel room. If I come down, it's all or nothing."
Fergal felt his heart leap. He had been ready for a few months to take their relationship to the next level. He wanted her in his bed. On his couch. Against the shower wall. On top of his dining table.
He had fantasized fucking her every night. He felt the blood begin to pool in his dick.
His voice grew husky.
"Oh god baby. I want to bury myself inside you. Pound you until you scream so loud you lose your voice. See if you taste like honey all over."
Mackenzie grew wet listening to Fergal describe what he wanted to do her.
"I want to run my tongue all over you. Lick your beautiful abs, nibble on your thighs, then I want to suck you until you can't remember your name."
Fergal wrapped his hand around his rock hard cock. With moves so smooth it was natural, he pumped himself until he came all over his stomach.
"I want to taste me on your tongue. Look into your eyes as they glaze over. Watch you cum. I want to mark you so everyone knows you are mine."
Mackenzie's breathing grew harsh as the orgasm built inside her. She curled her fingers and slammed them inside herself faster.
"Keep talking."
Fergal turned on the shower. Wanting to wash the sticky cum off his stomach and thighs.
Hearing her breathe hitch, he paused.
"I want to bend you over, spread you wide, and slam into you. Then lap up all your juices. Eat you out like you were a five course meal."
Her orgasm set her body on fire. She felt like she was going to burn alive. Her body was quivering from the intensity.
Exhausted from the day's events, she curled up in a ball.
"Talk to me til I fall asleep."
Fergal began talking about Ireland. He knew she had always wanted to visit Ireland. He talked about his childhood memories.
His soft, low voice soothed her until she finally fell asleep. Holding onto his voice.
Fergal continued talking for another hour. Until he finally decided to shower and go to bed.
Tomorrow they could discuss her visit. Tonight, he could be happy that he had comforted his girlfriend.