POSTED ON 8/22/24

Sorry doesn't ease the ache

5/13/13

Meeting her then (Spring 2013)

Punk

Airports suck especially when I don't have to be there. Colt dragged me along so I could finally meet the chick who's been preoccupying all his free time for the last half a year. I find it kind of hard to believe he's slowed wrestling down for this chick. He wouldn't do that for any of the past relationships; I can say this girl has him 100% sprung.

"Man, why did you have to drag me along to the airport?" I clap his shoulder, "You know how exposed we are…"

"Stop whining. Punkers would it kill ya to be nice for once in your life?" Colt smirks just as two female fans start towards us. I grimace because I'm not in the mood to deal with fans right now. Luckily all they do is wave and throw up my pose, because they go hug some guy in army fatigues and move on their way.

"Which flight is she on?" I roll my eyes searching the crowd of people flooding through the arrival gate. "More importantly what does she look like?"

"She's on the flight from Charleston, WV. Which is this one," he says his eyes sifting through the throng of people.

"Thank god," I sigh in relief.

"Colt!" I turn around in time to see a brown blur crash into Colt's chest. He hugs the short girl back tightly then leans down and kisses her full lips.

At this point I'm not sure how I feel about her, she's otherworldly looking and I don't know what to expect from that. Lacing his fingers through hers, he finally glances at me and smiles a little embarrassingly, "Punkers this is Dakota." He squeezes her hand, "Dakota, Punk."

I nod and half smirk in her direction. The short woman looks at me through striking dark green eyes and smiles warmly displaying a beautiful, vampiric smile, "Hello Punk. Nice to finally meet you."

Her voice is smooth and warm, very relaxing. It reminds me of honey for some reason. I really look her over while I let the pair walk ahead to luggage claim hand in hand, something about her unsettles me and I can't put my finger on it. Dakota is a beautiful girl with striking features, exotic looking piercing green eyes, big, thick cloud of hair, and luminous brown skin. Because of her looks she seems quite unreal and otherworldly looking, ethereal. She's quite agile and athletic, I can tell she takes great care of her body. I've been to quite a few places during my wrestling career, but I don't think I've ever seen a girl that looks like her: she's a true rare beauty.

"Let me get my stuff and we can go," she kisses Colt's cheek and skips right off. Colt hangs back by my side with a goofy smile on his face.

"Colt?" I say looking after Dakota, then back down to my phone.

"Yeah?"

"How'd you hook up with that?" I say tracing the shape of her body with my eyes, finally settling on her bottom. The simple blue t-shirt she's wearing hugs her body closely, and the black skinny jeans show off her well-toned backside and thighs.

"I met her at a show down in…" he rolls his eyes trying to remember, "I want to say Virginia. If not, VA it was Philly." He crossed his arms waiting for her to prance right on back to where we're standing.

"Is she one of those Comic Con weirdos or what?" My best friend giggles into laughter; I don't see what's so funny. "That was not funny."

"No, I know…" he says grinning.

"That's along the line of the first question he asked me. He offended the hell out of me too." Dakota sharply cuts her eyes at Colt and slaps him in the back of the head. I glance around trying to figure out how she got over here so fast.