Hello, my loves! I'm finally back with a new chapter in my ode to our favorite Chosen One! It's been a while, but life makes it difficult to write sometimes, especially when you're managing other stories here and trying to get a book published. As always, love to my girls GoldenGirl1920, ClaymoreQueen6176, wwechristina and HavenMoon1369 for all your support and feedback!
OK, time to skip ahead in the timeline about a year and a half. Drew is getting ready to re-debut on Smackdown. He should be on top of the world. But is he? And how is Dawn fairing with her massive success? Now some time has passed, has it healed the wounds from their breakup? (Spoiler alert; the answer is no) Let's find out! Enjoy!
PSA: I do not own any of the wrestlers or their personas. They belong to the WWE and themselves. I own the character of Dawn and that is all.
August 25, 2009
U.S Airways Center - Phoenix Arizona
"You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray and I stood there loving you and wished them all away. And you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.." Taylor Swift (Cold As You)
Drew POV
It's about fucking time! After two years of being down in FCW, I'm making my re-debut on Friday Night Smackdown as Drew McIntyre! I was just told yesterday ta report ta report ta Phoenix. Sa, I'm here and I'm beyond excited! Don't get me wrong, I'm ferever grateful fer all tha training I received in Florida. Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn really believed in me and made me work hard fer everything I achieved while there.
They made me FCW Champion, and I carried tha title with pride. When I first got there, they paired me in a tag team with Stu. They renamed him Lawrence Knight so we weren't known as Drew and Stu. I still have a laugh about that. But eventually they split us up and I got pegged as the next one ta show promise. Mah recent little stunt staring down Vince himself when he came fer observation sealed tha deal. He liked mah moxy and aggression.
Sa now I'm sitting out in tha hallway having a laugh with Sheamus. We worked tagther a lot down in FCW and our bond as brothers has only grown more. He debuted a few weeks ago in ECW and tha two shows film on the same night. I've needed his guidance in more ways than one over tha last couple of years. He's always quick with advice, whether it's personal or wrestling related and whether I wanna hear what he has ta say er not. And believe me, he's had a LOT of personal advice as of late bacause of…her.
Taryn and I are going sa fucking strong. I fell hard inta our relationship like tha black hole that's her pussy from that first night we fucked tha Wrestlemania after party. She has an untamed spirit, and JESUS FUCKING CHRIST is tha sex wild as hell! I'm spending sa much of mah free time on tha West Coast at tha Playboy Mansion attending their wild parties. We have threesomes, sometimes full-blown orgies, with all her Playmate friends. We're buck wild and living tha life of the young and ridiculously good looking.
Mah Mum, Dad and John can't stand her. And neither can Sheamus or Wade. They both keep warning me that she's leading me inta trouble, but I can't help it. I'm enjoying all tha perks of fucking one of Hef's hot fucking girls, even if she's never made it off tha cyber site and onta tha magazine like she wants. But right now, tha point is I'm getting ready ta live mah dream of being a WWE Superstar and this time, nothing and nobody will fucking stop me.
OK time fer tha truth: I'm fucking miserable! Not about mah re-debut. That's tha only good thing I got going in mah life. I fucking hate Taryn Terrell with a passion. I'm not totally convinced she didn't spike mah drink that night of tha after Wrestlemania party. And now, I'll haveta deal with being around her even more bacause she was called up ta be Tiffany, tha ECW General Manager. She actually thinks she has some backstage power with this role. Dumb twat!
She's sa fucking temperamental. She flies off tha handle at me all tha time, screaming in mah face, especially when we've both had too much ta drink. Sometimes she even sla… Nah, not ready ta admit that yet, not even ta mah own fucking self. Her screaming and yelling at me are the big reasons why those closest tah me have been begging me ta dump her.
And I wanna do just that, but she has me convinced that I owe her after that night. She swore she would turn it around on me like I took advantage of her. I just always have ta bite mah lip and keep going bacause shit like that can ruin mah life, and she reminds me on an almost daily fucking basis that she'll do just that if I leave her.
But when mah Mum goes off on her in video chats, I haveta stifle a laugh. Mum saw through her bullshit from tha beginning. It disappointed her how I ended up with Taryn. That stick stics in mah crawl. Mum still has her favorite gal, and she makes sure I know it when she tells me constantly that I need ta make things right with her and get back tagather.
And that's tha biggest reason I'm in fucking purgatory right now: her. Dawn Chapman aka Crimson Vixen. I'm still head over heels crazy in love with her. I strongly believe I always will be. I haveta look at her every Friday night as we all watch tha shows in FCW tagather fer training to make note of how tha real Superstars do it.
Watching her in tha ring, in interviews, or any time she's on mainstream media has me in fucking blue ball hell! She looks more goddamn beautiful every time I see her! Her confidence has only grown since being Women's Champion and she's done nothing but improve in every aspect of the business. She carries herself like a true Superstar and champion.
Even if I'll never admit it out loud fer fear of incurring tha wrath of the she-bitch, I'm sa damn proud of Dawn's success, whether I have tha right ta be or not! She's living out her wildest dreams and her best life without me and it fucking sucks! I'll ferever fucking kick myself fer losing tha best thing that's ever happened ta me.
And I get pissed as hell when I see her on tha arm of that goddamn muscle head Batista! Seeing them together snogging and cuddling at red carpet premieres and awards shows makes me wanna punch a fucking hole in his smug face! He knows what a gem he has in her! What tha fuck does she see in him? Fer fuck's sake, he's almost twice her age! What could they possibly talk about?
That's tha thing, Drew, ya bloody idgit! I'm sure they don't talk. He's probably fucking her brains out constantly! I can't say I blame him, but she's mine, goddamn it! She sure as shit fergot about us almost as soon as we were over. I heard a rumor she fucked him that very night we broke up. When I heard this, I wanted ta fucking kill him. But then I'd be tha biggest hypocrite walking tha face of tha Earth fer what I did ta her.
She and her little buddy Nic…oh wait, now they call him Dolph Ziggler…came down ta help with training a few times. Every time I tried ta talk ta her, she turned her back on me and walked away. She wouldn't even look at me or acknowledge mah existence. I would always try ta get a moment alone, but either she'd just move away or fucking Taryn would come acting like a bitch in heat wanting ta piss ta mark her on her territory. Fucking annoying!
Ya can tell little Nicky Boy is dying ta get inta Dawn's pants too. Just like I sensed from tha first time I met tha little prick. The rumors say she and Dave have some weird open relationship. They both fuck who they want to whenever they want. That doesn't sound like tha Dawn I l fell head over heels in love with. She always valued honesty and loyalty. I guess success goes ta yer head and changes ya. Says tha asshole charlatan who's fucking Playboy Playmates.
If Dawn were mine again, I'd never let her go or allow any motherfucker ta touch what is mine. I'd treasure her and let her know every day and night how much I love her. Those rumors I spoke about have Dawn fucking most of tha male Smackdown roster. Of course, it's Taryn that tells me these stupid "rumors" sa they probably ain't true.
But then, there's that slack ass piece of shit that goes by tha name of Trent Barretta! I caught him flirting with Dawn tha first time she came down fer training. And every time since, they are getting WAY too close ta each other fer my comfert! One night at a club all the FCW alum frequent, I saw them dancing really fucking close tagather and kissing! I blew mah fucking top! I wanted ta rush over and kick his little fucking pretty boy ass!
But then, Taryn saw this and distracted me. Practically dropped ta her her knees and tried ta blow me in front of everyone. She's such a fucking embarrassment! By tha time I got her up off tha floor, Dawn and Trent left tagather. Tha next day, the little fucker had tha nuts ta brag about how hot she was in bed! He went inta horny graphic detail about their night tagather and it was all I could do ta not ta jump up and strangle the fuck right there!
And not just bacause he banged my girl. He should have more respect fer her than ta tell tha whole damn locker room about what they did. It perturbed Taryn too. I guess I didn't hide my emotions too well and she huffed off and got all pissy. Her jealousy and hatred of Dawn has only grown more intense, and I haven't even been able ta talk ta her since that shitty night.
Sheamus and Stu saw how ill I was getting at Trent and his Red Shoe Diaries tales about his night with Dawn and tried ta calm me down. Sheamus shook his head and said in a whisper, "Ya fooking obviously still love her, ya muppet! Ya should go fight fer her! Make her listen ta ya!"
Stu agreed with him, "Aye, mate! Stephen's right. How do you not know that she doesn't feel the same? What you two had doesn't just go away overnight."
They were right, it doesn't go away and it hasn't in tha two years since we were tagather. It's only gotten stronger since that night I was meant ta propose ta her. We should be married now. We should be happy and looking forward ta that future we talked about after tha first time we made love. I love Dawn Chapman more now than I did that awful night when we were ripped apart. But it wasn't meant ta be. Dawn's moved on with life. She's made that crystal fucking clear.
Sa, here I am in tha hallway listening ta Michael Hayes talk ta me about mah re-debut with R-Truth. I'll be working with him on mah first big program. I'm still just living a dream of a boy from a faraway small country when I see the object I dream about most walk in. My heart stops as she stops ta talk ta Nattie and smiles for a picture on her camera phone. She's wearing that red strapless top with her black low rise hip hugger bell bottoms. Jesus Christ, she really is perfection!
I'm sapposed ta be focused on mah big night, but all I see is that beautiful redhead. I've never wanted anything more in this life than ta take her in mah arms and never fucking let her go again. I'm gonna try and talk ta her tanite. I've missed her so bad in every way. No one will ever replace her in mah heart or in mah head. I haveta try and make her see that we will always balong tagather.
"Don't you think I was too young to be messed with? The girl in the dress cried the whole way home. I should've known…) Taylor Swift (Dear John)
Dawn POV
The life of a WWE Superstar never stops! I just came from doing press with local radio and TV stations for the show tonight. I don't lightly take that the company trusts me with this as their Divas Champion. Jesus Christ, do I HATE the name of that title! And the dumb butterfly design. All of it is so degrading and demeaning! But I have to keep playing the good girl if I wanna keep my championship.
I had lost it about six months after Wrestlemania to Maryse. But then, the draft happened, and she took that title to Raw. They created a new title, the fucking dumb butterfly belt, for Smackdown. I made it to the finals of the tournament, but Melina interfered in my match with Michelle McCool causing me to lose.
Fortunately, I was able to beat her at Survivor Series in a match where we beat the living fuck out of each other in the whole seven minutes we were allowed, and I've been champ ever since. I've had some great moments in the ring with most of these ladies. Mickie, Layla, Eve and a renewed rivalry with Beth. And I've come to respect most of the girls that came from the Divas Search. My preconceived notions aside, they have more than proven themselves with the limited time and training they were given.
The first person I see when I come through the door is Nattie. We hug and she asks me to take a selfie with her to post on Twitter. We were instant friends from the moment I came to the main roster and that has only grown with time. She is so kind and has become my closest ally, especially since my so-called "best friend" decided to just walk out of my life.
She didn't approve of my "new lifestyle", whatever the fuck that means and bolted on the friendship we had since we were children. That's just fine with me. I don't need fakes and bullshit in my life. I have enough to deal with at work, so she can go sit on her little high horse and fuck off forever. The rest of my girls, Christie, Christina and Krystal are still very much there for me and all have moved to Orlando to be closer to me and Mama.
Speaking of, I just moved Mama into the new home she always dreamed of, right on the water in St. Petersburg just like I always promised her. The incredible raise I just received extending my contract has guaranteed that neither of us will ever have to worry about money ever again. It was the proudest moment of my life two days ago to hand her the keys to that house. We both had a big happy cry together with the girls, cleaned out her moving boxes and had Chinese takeout. That was the best day.
The one thing I never wanted to see ever again, however, is staring at me. I feel those blue eyes looking me up and down, trying to brand me all over again. When Sheamus was called up to ECW a couple of weeks ago, I had a feeling Drew wouldn't be far behind. Whether I want to admit it or not, he's way too talented to be in developmental. I saw it when I had to go down to FCW to work with the trainees. I was just praying he would go to Raw. Of fucking course, that would become an unanswered prayer.
Every time I was down there, Drew would try to talk to me. Every time, I ignored the fuck out of him by turning my back and walking away. I made a promise to myself that I would never set myself up for heartbreak like that ever again. I cannot allow my personal life to derail my professional goals. I already gave him my heart and virginity at 19. I let that Scottish piece of shit into my mind and body once. Never again will that happen.
Besides, I already had to deal with seeing that gutter trash mattress back slut he now calls a girlfriend for the past few weeks. Taryn Terrell's sorry ass got called up to be the lame as fuck GM of ECW. Fitting it's a non-wrestling role on a dying brand since she can't wrestle her way out of a way out of a wet paper bag. I'm sure they called her up to just go ahead and kill off this bastardized version of a once great promotion.
Never mind, I know WHY she was called up. She has quickly become one of Johnny Ace's favorite dick suckers. And it's been that way since her nasty ass competed in the Divas Search. The first time I went down to FCW with Nic, she actually approached me, acting all sweet and asking me for wrestling advice! The nerve of that bitch!
Oh, and my words of wisdom was sound and left her fuming, yet it rang ever so true when I looked her dead in her butter face and told her, "If you ever even think about approaching me or breathing your toxic waste breath anywhere near my direction ever again, I will beat the plastic surgery scars right off of you, you fake ass cunt. Now you can kindly fuck off now."
So, she has stayed far away from me since then. Good! I don't want some strange airborne STD to float my way. And Drew will get the same treatment. I'll will not acknowledge him or even look at him now. I've worked hard to overcome what they did to me on the biggest night of my life, and I'll be damned if I let their canoodling and slobbering on each other now affect me. Ew gross!
I just watched in gorilla position as Drew attacked R-Truth for his re-debut. I have to say, I was really impressed. He came across very aggressive and he looks ready for a main roster run. They said Vince was quite taken with him when he scouted FCW talent. Drew stared him down when he came to and left the ring, and Vince loved this.
That prick really does know how to make an impression. A small part of me wanted to tell him that I'm so incredibly proud of him. Because I am…damn it! But, of course, Slut Puppy jumped all over him and showered kisses all over his face with her rancid mouth when he came back through the curtain. Somebody get me a sick bag!
I just had my three minute barn burner with Melina and I'm back in the hallway outside gorilla. I love going in the ring with her, even though we are never allowed enough time to really show what we can do. I am surrounded by her, Maria and Nattie, giving hugs and talking about our match when I feel those eyes once again. I don't even have to glance in that direction to know Drew is watching me.
It's starting to annoy me, but that doesn't mean I can't give him a show as to what he's missing. I drink my bottled water, running it damp with condensation down my front between my breasts and down my stomach. I turn around and bend over, purely in the interest of stretching my tight hamstrings, of course. No intention of showing my ass sticking out my hot pants at all.
I complain to the girls, "Ugh! My hammies feel like they are seizing up on me. I need a good massage!"
Melina pipes up, "Oh come on! We all know Dave is getting ready to spread your legs and stretch you out really good later!"
We all laugh about it, but such a strange conversation to have with her considering she used to fuck Dave as well. I mean, she's not wrong. I'm really looking forward to my nightly pounding by Big Dave. I love being with him. Even though he's now on Raw and just come back from another bad torn pectoral injury, he always comes to Smackdown taping to see me. He is sweet and kind and he is good to me. He buys me expensive gifts and treats me like I matter.
There is no pretense about our relationship. We love each other, but we are not IN love with each other if that makes sense. We have never made promises to each other that we never intend to keep, and there is a strange comfort in this arrangement. He has never lied about the fact that he sleeps with other women and encourages me to play the field as well.
And I have done just that. I may or may not have a cute fuck toy down in FCW. Trent Baretta is cute, has an incredible body, is great in bed and has a big cock. He is everything I'm looking for when I'm away from Dave. That's our one rule: we don't flaunt our extracurricular activities in each other's faces, if you catch my drift.
Dave has never lied to me and told me that he loves only me, unlike the prick that is approaching me now that I've moved to the catering table. I have to swallow a huge lump in my throat when I hear him say in that goddamn sexy Scottish accent, "Hey Dawn. It's sa good ta see ya again."
I freeze for a moment, not knowing what to do or say. I side eye him for a second. He has no right to look even more handsome than before, his brown hair a shade lighter and longer slicked back into a ponytail. He's looking so good in that blue button up shirt and black slacks. Goddamn him! I'm trying to ignore those fucking millions of fluttering butterflies that have reappeared in my tummy just hearing him speak. Again with these shitty little insects getting on my nerves!
I don't want or need this shit right now. I am over him and what he did to me, and I need him to just stay away from me. Plus, I know if that little bitch in heat sees him near me, I'll have to hear her nauseating voice say "my Drewy baby", she'll cling to him and practically hump his leg to get his attention. That hideous site would truly make me barf all other this delicious food!
Luckily, I am saved when I hear that other sexy deep voice say behind me in my ear, feeling the heat from his massive body on my back, "You looked incredible out there tonight, Red Hot."
I turn around, making sure my back is to Drew the entire time as I pass by him, and throw my arms around the neck of Dave Batista. He picks me up into a deep, sensual kiss and I instinctively wrap my legs around his incredibly toned waist. I caress his chest and run my fingers on his newly shaved head. I really miss that thick black hair of his, but he's still hot as hell as he grasps and squeezes my ass with his large hands.
I break from the kiss long enough to tell him, "I knew you were watching me."
He sets me down on my feet and leans over me. His large six foot five frame towers over me and I love it! He purrs right before laying another soft smooch on my lips, "I always watch you. I can't wait to watch you later when I got you under me…" He stops, looks to his left and gives a little cough, almost like he's embarrassed, "Oh damn! I didn't see you there. I'm sorry you have to hear our horny talk. You're new to the main roster. Drew, right?"
My heart sinks as I see Dave extend his hand and Drew grasp it in a hearty handshake. Drew mumbles in his normal inflection, "Yes sir. It's a pleasure. I hopeta work with ya someday."
Dave smiles, "That would be great. You looked great in the angle with Truth tonight. Look, I know Vince is having Taker be your go-to guy in the locker room, but if there's anything you need, my door is always open."
I make the mistake of looking up into those blue eyes I used to get lost in so easily, and I fear the same thing is happening again. I feel that fire and spark between us. It never died. It was never extinguished. It's still raging like a nuclear reactor. I feel Drew's longing, his desire, his love for me and it's about to completely unravel me all over again.
But once again, I'm saved by Dave and his inquiry, "So, do you two know each other?" He's looking between the two of us. Christ, I hope I'm not blushing on my face isn't reading like a damn historical romance novel!
Drew nods, "Oh aye, I know Dawn very well."
I blink out of my funk and let him know right away that's I'm not having it, "Yes, Drew and I worked together in OVW back in 2007 when we were both first signed to developmental."
Dave shrugs and says, "Oh. Awesome! More OVW alum! Hey baby, go get changed and we'll go make a night of it."
He grabbed my backside and I giggle and say, "OK! Give me a few minutes." I look back to Drew and I nearly get lost again. But I manage to keep my dignity as I glower at him and just say, "It's good to see you again, Drew." I turn and briskly walk to the locker room, praying I don't burst out into tears.
Hyatt Regency Phoenix
Presidential Suite
An hour later, Dave has me on my naked back eating me out with extra ferocity. I'm arching my back and gripping the fitted sheet, my red nails nearly ripping them to shreds as he destroys my clit with his teeth and tongue. I am gasping for air as he inserts his finger deep inside me, crooking it as he massages that spongy spot at my core.
I keen out and shudder on the brink of orgasm, "Oh SHIT! Fuck me!"
I look down, thinking I'll see Dave's newly shiny bald head between my thighs. But all I can see is blue eyes staring up at me with long brown hair attached. All I can see is the boy that broke my fucking heart, even as Dave lays on his back and pulls me on top of him. If he wants a ride, I'll sure as fuck give him a good one.
His giant girthy dick is already rock hard as I straddle him and grasps it in my hand, using it to guide his head to my slick entrance. I slide all the way down and scream as I impale myself on him. I throw my head back and ride with wild abandon with my eyes closes, bouncing and bucking feeling every inch of him deep within me.
He grasps my hips and commands to rock front and back at a fever pitch and I do just that. He groans, "Oh yeah, that's it, baby! Fuck Red, you feel so good! You love that dick, don't you?"
I whimper as he reaches between us and starts to circle my tiny nubbin. I cry out out, "Oh god! Yes I love that big cock inside me! I'm ready to cum. Fuck!"
I make the mistake of opening my eyes and looking down, and all I see as I quake with orgasm is Drew. I see his dimpled smile as he follows me into release. I hear her tell me, "I love ya, mo ghraidh! I never stopped and I never will!"
I'm mortified at myself as I remove myself from Dave's crotch and plop down beside him, turning my back quickly. Breathlessly, he turns to cuddle me, pulling me tightly to his chest. He kisses the outer shell of my ear and hums, "You're so damn good, Red. I do love you."
I give a shy smile and say, unfortunately not meaning a damn word, "I love you too, Dave."
I stayed snuggled next to him, trying in vain to keep tears from flowing from my eyes. I can't believe this. All this time and that prick still has this effect on me. OK I'll go ahead and admit it to myself: I still love Drew with everything I possess in my soul. I never stopped and I'm in fucking miserable agony knowing he's probably in bed with that whore right now!
I should feel better by at least confessing my true feelings to myself, but I don't. I hate myself almost as much as I despise Tiffany The Twat for still giving my heart to him when he obviously doesn't give two shits about me anymore. He has his little tramp Playmate. He has no use for me. I only pray he didn't notice how I feel when I managed to look at him.
I can't afford for Drew Galloway to break my fucking heart yet again. I'll be damned if I show him that I still have feelings for him. Now, I have to work with him on a weekly basis. Now I will make him regret the day he chose that thing over me. I will make him jealous as hell and feel the sting of the broken heart he gave me.
I can do this! My resolve with remain resolute and strong. I will never give Drew the time of day ever again. Right?!
Drew POV
Well, nothing like wild as hell makeup sex. After enduring another one of Taryn's nasty tirade after seeing me just in tha same vicinity as Dawn, like clockwork, she dropped ta her knees and blew me off. I haveta admit, she knows how ta work her way around a cock. Next thing I knew, I had her bent over tha bed and banging her as hard as possible.
I fucked her doggy style bacause I just didn't wanna look at her fucking face. Her increasing anger and escalating ire at me is starting ta work mah nerves. Plus, tha only face I wanna look at when I'm fucking is tha one that I love. As I pulled Taryn's stringy extensions as I pounded her from bahind (another thing I'll get yelled at about later), I imagine it's that beautiful curly red hair that I wish was splayed across mah torso now.
I lay here as Taryn strokes mah cock with her hand trying in vain ta get me hard again, I should be reveling in my re-debut and how well it was received by the big boss himself. But instead, I can't stop thinking about seeing Dawn today. How fucking gorgeous she looked. How incredible she looked in tha ring. When she did that thing with tha water bottle. When she bent over and stuck that sexy ass out towards me. It took all mah inner strength not ta whip out mah cock and take her right there!
But more than that, I feel tha rage of her completely ignoring me and jumping all over fucking Dave Batista! Why did he haveta be sa damn nice ta me? He doesn't deserve her! Tha way she wrapped those hot legs around him. I remember how crazy it always drove me. And tha way she cavalierly just told him we worked tagather in OVW. Like I was nothing ta her. Like she's not tha love of mah life. Goddamn her!
I know I made mah bed and I have ta lie in it. But now, we haveta work tagather now and she can't avoid me ferever. Eventually, she will fergive me and we'll find our way back ta each other. Right?!