"So I hard a rumor that you get to wrestle that sexy beast, Mox?" Yep, that's Chris, my best friend, for you. Doesn't care that I'm fighting a man, she doesn't care because she knows I can take care of myself in the ring. That's why she's my best friend. She's also the only one other than my manager that knows who I am. No one in the indies has ever seen me outside of my costume. Ok maybe they have but they didn't recognize who I was at the time.
"You say that about all the guys I get in the ring with." I smiled. I really do love her even if she is drooling over every guy she sees when we go to shows. Some people call her a 'ring rat' but she's not. She occasionally dates a few but at least she doesn't hook up with just any wrestler she sees. "That's not true. The last guy you got in the ring with was hideous." She glared at me.
Can you believe that? My best friend. How rude. "I think that was a woman." "There was no way that was a woman!" She huffed. "Might as well have been by the way he wrestled." I smiled "Oh, don't be that way. That's degrading to woman everywhere." We laughed till our stomachs hurt. "Wow I cant believe I insulted the whole female race with one commit."
"What did you say that insulted the female race?" Mox asked from behind us, smoking a cigarette. Luckily for me I just had a match and was still in costume. If I wasn't in costume I would have run if I saw him. Or any guy really. "You know every cigarette takes eight minutes off your life. And it also has a substance found in cat urine." Ok so maybe Jade and Harley are a little more alike then I led you to believe. When either get too unconfutable we both blurt out random facts.
He just laughed. "Good to know sweetheart." He smiled. God those dimples make him actually look *Gasp* HUMAN.
"So you're the one who asked for a match with me? What did you call me again? 'The badass chick with the big rack.'?" "No I didn't say that. You've been miss informed." He just kept smoking. Like he didn't even hear the commit I made about urine. Eww. "Oh? Then what did you say?" "What I actually said was, 'I wanna match with the badass chick in the costume with the big rack.' Big difference"
Chris and I both rolled our eyes at that one. "Yeah, HUGE difference." Chris finally joined in the conversation. "See, told you. Darlin'." I couldn't help rolling my eyes again. "Whatever. The only thing different was that you said I was in costume."
"Yeah but theirs a lot of chicks with big knockers around here." He smirked. Dame him even his smirk is hot. "Yeah but none of them can really wrestle so it wouldn't be much of a fight. Besides none of the other 'chicks' would and or could wrestle a man anyway." He laughed again.
Dame does he do anything other than laugh and smirk? "Yeah, I guess that's true. So you wanna practice, when the fans clear out? I wanna see what you got."
"Fine. I wanna try out my new entrance music anyway. I had to change my music because mine was 'Not sexy enough'." "I cant wait to see it. And I'll even give you advice if you wanna look sexy. I'll have them set up for us." He started to walk away. "And I'll take a shower to cool off while the last few matches finish."
"Oh, don't go primping up to smell better for me baby. I think your kinda sexy all sweaty and disheveled." He said while putting out his cigarette, and of course he was smirking again. "First I never 'primp' for anyone. If they don't like how I look that's their loss. Second, its really hot in here with all those people packed in like sardines. 'Cuz no one has ever heard of AC in this dam place." That got him roaring with laughter. I'm not talking a little chuckle. I'm talking throwing his head back, bellowing toward the ceiling while he held his stomach. "Are you sure its not just you getting all hot and bothered just 'cuz I'm next to you?"
"Your not my type, sorry." You'd think he would get the hint, right? "Oh? And what is your type then?" Dam, What would be a good come back? I don't really have a 'type'. Now I have to come up with something? Shit. "Not wrestlers, that's for sure." Well that will have to do. Not that its exactly a lie. I don't like most of the wrestlers. Though it has more to do with I can kick their asses, and they don't like that, than me not liking them for their personality or looks. It might also have a little to do with I don't want anyone to know who I am behind the mask.
"Now your just trying to break my heart, Darlin'. " He pretended to be hurt, covering his chest with his hand. Shit. Why did he have to have a nice body AND a sexy smile?