You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war. You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door. You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we stopped keeping score. You and I get sick, yeah, I know that we can't do this no more.

My life should have been easy. I should have had both a mother and a father who loved me. A mother who showed me what being a girl was really like. Instead the whore left, shacking up with some musician and forgetting she had 5 kids let alone a baby daughter. But I grew up in a house so full of testosterone I'm really fucking surprised that I didn't grow a set.... although most would say mine were bigger than most.

I shouldn't be a wrestler. My dad had always hoped that I would be a chef. It's why he sent me to my grandmothers every summer until the year she died. But wrestling is in my blood. More than my talent for baking or singing. Every time I would watch my Dad and brothers in the ring I had longed for my chance and it never would of happened if not for Electra.

... but that’s a story for another day ...

No... right now... right now I’m leading up to why I’m so fucked up. Why I’m on the verge of having a split personality... so multi-faceted it put a diamond to shame. But also just like a diamond... I was a shining example of what was good in the wrestling world.

A person that has proven time after time that I am one of the best there is and this belt around my waist is proof of that... now if only I'd won the rumble match and I was the one standing up to Ash. Challenging him for the only piece of gold that any of us get into this business to obtain.

You can stand there and tell me that you never listen to my promo’s all you want Ash, but fact of the matter is it’s a bold faced lie. I'm the queen of lies....and I know a bluffer when I see one. You've been watching me since you stepped foot in this company, maybe not originally for my skill in the ring but I’ve definitely got your attention now.

I beat the man that you're about to face. Your watching me for pointers. Your watching me to see how I did it. Not only have I beat Drake for the Sin City, I also beat Drake way back in July. Before Siren and I demolished him and Kried like they were nothing more than rag dolls.

Yeah, but baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you. Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go. Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo. And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.

I wonder if you remember me throwing a garbage can at you Drakey. Hmmm, that was amusing to say the least. Do you remember that part Drake? When I pissed you off so bad that you couldn't even say anything, simply culled your own anger and walked away from me. Accused me of being a 'little girl' if I recall. Said I couldn't beat you.... now don't you wish you had of done more back then... when I still had control of this beast. When it might have been easier to break me? When elastics kept me in line? Nothing is keeping me in line now babe. There is no hesitation now. You wanted to see the full on anger at it's best? You're about too. But just to warn you... last time 'she' was free, some people got hurt really bad. I have a feeling that 'pain' is your thing though....

Fact of the matter Hunter... your going to keep on thinking that I'm lying to myself about something. I have to wonder... what do you get out of all of this exactly? It's actually quite infuriating....however, all it's doing is making your demise all that much sweeter. The beast needs the taste of fresh meat but I guess you and Cable will have to do. Leftovers will satiate her for now but once it's me and some fresh start wannabe in the ring.. them thinking that they'll take me out and claim what I rightfully hold in my arms....then you'll really see what I'm about.

Cable.... well geez you look like you could be swallowed alive, good for you that I don't swallow then eh? However that doesn't get you off the hook. Your attempts at trying to appear as if your just as good as your counterpart are hilarious. Do you really think that Hunter will let you outshine him? What if you had won the rumble match? You really think he'd be happy for you?

Certain people are leaders for a reason. The strong ones weed out the weak. They then do one of two things. They either initially take them under their wing or cut right to the chase and eat them alive. But it all ends up ending the same way... with you left standing in the dust, forever riding the coattails of someone that is way better than you are. Someone that knows his tail far surpasses yours. It's just a damn pity. Some feelings he can't seem to get rid of from a far gone era where he was still somewhat sane. When he knew what friendship actually was. Before men in paintball masks destroyed his sense of self. Before coward red heads and long legged blondes messed with his psyche.

The Man you knew before is long gone. I can recognize that... and I barely know him. But yet I can see that deep down your still that golden child that wants to be good. That only does what Drake wants you to do so that you can say that your still part of the clique. I know what it's like. Everyone wants to be liked... everyone wants to be a part of the popular group.

What's that about keeping your enemies closer?

So I cross my heart and I hope to die That I'll only stay with you one more night And I know I said it a million times But I'll only stay with you one more night

He's only your friend right now because your providing something useful. The moment you lose those belts to someone bigger and better he won't be your friend any longer. Drake didn't want to bother with the tag titles. They are beneath him. He threw you into a tag team with a man you hardly know and told you to play nice. You're not his friend anymore...your simply staff. A hired man he uses to pump up his own inflated disillusioned ideals.

Come on Chris... did you really believe he cares what happens to you? If you ever came between him and his chance at that coveted holy grail you really don't think he'd throw you to the wolves? Trust is a word thrown around way to casually these days. You can't trust a man that lies with such ease. You can't have a friend in someone without trust. It's simply something that goes hand in hand.

I know all to well. I trusted people. then those 'people' stabbed me in the back. People trusted me too. People think that I'm a different person outside this ring. I've made men grovel to keep me. Sometimes I take pity on people and offer some of my valuable advice... sometimes 'Kahlan' comes out and people think I've really changed.

Everyone's allowed a vacation sometimes.

The mindless pathetic drones that watch each week thought I'd changed after my knee injury when all I've done was spend week after week watching how sad it all is. How Drake waltzes in after I'm out and then tries to take claim of a belt I worked my ass off for. What Drake? Too chicken shit to face me before I got injured?

Try to tell you "no" but my body keeps on telling you "yes". Try to tell you "stop", but your lipstick got me so out of breath. I'll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself. And I'll be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell.

By the way, there is no permanent damage to my knee. I don't even have to wear that brace anymore. If anything I'm stronger now. My anger makes me that much more formidable. I intend to prove it to you, but god help me I don't know why I NEED to prove anything to you.

The AOA should be renamed to Drake Hunter and his monkey puppets.

People like You don't give up control, do they Drake? They don't like taking orders and they certainly don't like smart strong blondes who can give them a run for their money. You know what I can do. You know that I'm going to kick your ass from one end of that ring to the other, just like I did at Army of One...only this time, I want everything. I want your all. No half assed effort. You aren't benefiting anybody. There's no title on the line this time, no room for excuses. This is simply two people with a never ending rivalry. They call it a tag match but let's be honest , They made this match because we've still got unfinished business between us. I still want to see you try and beat me. I still enjoy seeing you looking up at me while I decide whether or not to end you, like when you were seconds from being crushed by my boot. Mercy is not something I easily give and I'm not about to give it to you again.

I may have said that I don't pander to the fans... and it's true but that doesn't mean I'm going to let people like you stand there and pretend that your better than everyone else, including those drooling brainless idiots that sit in the crowd or plaster themselves to the TV each week. Yes, this business has turned into a bloody circus but it's not my job to correct that and it's not yours either Alex.

You say you hate that name.... well I don't necessary like people that aren't friends or family calling me Kahlan.

Tit for tat.

So... Alex... does that piss you off? That name just rolls off the tongue. Alex... Alex... Alexander.... hmmmm.... I hope it makes your blood boil. I hope it makes you want to kill me. I'm counting on it. Nothing else seems to penetrate that shell of gel, bleach and god knows what else.

I shutter to even think about it.

You've got a pretty deep sorted past and if your going to play games with me Mr. Krossa I will do the same thing. I like games. Particularly ones where I win.

Fuck you Drake Hunter.

So I cross my heart and I hope to die That I'll only stay with you one more night And I know I said it a million times But I'll only stay with you one more night

You aren't going to win this battle. You can't outsmart the Original Goddess, or a woman who, pretending to be a super hero or not, still has the ability to demolish the TV title division with ease. You may think that's laughable but I think it's admirable. A real talent in this business.

But don't let that go to your head Roxi. I don't blame you for not trusting me. Don't try and make our night out anything more than it was. It was two women enjoying company while having drinks and some singing. I never said I wanted to be friends and I never said I'd play nice in that ring.

My life in the ring and out are totally different animals. I never lied to you about anything. I never told you that I was going to give up my shot at the World heavyweight belt for you. If you thought one night of partying was going to give you an advantage over me, your more naive than I thought. But one thing that is true and I'm not lying about is that I had a good time with you and if I were a different woman I might just find a comradery with you. I might even put on a pair of tights and join you in your quest to save the world... but sadly... I'm a derelict bitch. I'm never going to be completely good. So many people have tried to make me conform but I've always seemed to go back to the 'dark side' as they say.

This Thursday Roxi, I want to take out these idiots and show everyone that no one can tell me what to do. No one can come in and claim they know me inside and out... no one can come in and tell me that their better than me. Not with out consequences. I need your help. Plain and simple. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that winning this match is just as important to you as it is to me. Maybe for different reasons but in the end, it's all about the win. Me and you standing over their beaten bodies.

Help me right the evil right here in MPW... well besides me of course...but again.. that's for another day. I know you want this title...I know you want your pound of flesh for the rumble and that's cool. I appreciate some decent competition. But right now... it's about AOA, not the Roxi and Bliss showdown.

Others have tried to break me and failed. Chris Cable and Drake Hunter will simply be two more names I add to that list. Make no mistake about it, I play to win... and like my brother always said, one way or another... I always win.

So I cross my heart and I hope to die That I'll only stay with you one more night And I know I said it a million times But I'll only stay with you one more night

*~*

*Barstow, California. 4:24pm*

Drake's constant reminders of my other side un-nerve me. How is that he knows so much about me but yet other than antagonising each other for matches we've barely said 2 decent words to each other?

The anger that prowls around inside me, like some wild black panther is just waiting for an opportunity to attack ....it's kind of foreign to me. I've never kept her caged like this before and now... now when that anger gets out it goes psycho crazy on whoever is in my line of sight at the time. Kandi and that brunette skank at the sports bar were a prime examples of that. Kandi pissed me off in her off handed comments to other superstars. She even thought she was so good that she didn't even think she needed to confront me to my face. She was a coward. the Skank?... well she just didn't realize who she was messing with and was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Drake was convinced that I wanted the same things that he did... if that's the case... did he want me?

Apparently our attraction for each other was evident to everyone but us. How does that happen exactly? All I saw each time his name popped up on my phone with another tweet, laced with patronizing swill, was an asshole that wanted to drive me to the brink...but for what reason?...

He'd more or less told me week before last that he'd purposely dropped the title to me. He'd not given me his best and that pisses me off....but I know I still got the upper hand. I still pinned his ass and I took back what was rightfully mine.

This week... when I joined forces with my un-friend partner Roxi, despite her deep mistrust of me, we would take out the AOA assholes and show everyone that I...that we are the better 'men'

when it comes to Drake and I... I would prove that despite his apparent lack of respect for me I was a better competitor. But somehow I knew that win or loose, he wasn't finished torturing me.

No... there was some big plan in his head... and the hamster was running at full speed.

What purpose was there to pushing me to this point?

What did he stand to gain from all this exactly?

Thinking about it only further angered me and then I knew that if he knew how much it actually bothered me, he'd be laughing...giving me that jerky head nodding thing he'd done last week.

Just because I'd finally seen the light and told the corporate junkies to back off, that I was champion because of my anger and keeping it bottled in... it was killing me....but I was still keeping up appearances and I was still conflicted.

I'm distracted from my inner musing at the sound of a car. Looking up I see a hot pink VW beetle pull into the driveway of the house I've been watching for a few hours. My heart picks up speed.

A women gets out. The colour of her hair is natural. The gait of her hips is familiar. It was like looking at myself in 30 years time. The woman turns and I gasp.

I'd never actually seen a picture of my birth mother. My Dad had destroyed every copy in the house, not wanting the boys to remember or me to know what she looked like at all. He said we would be better off without that knowledge. However, I guess he hadn't counted on Justin finding her letters. The letters saying that having kids, specifically falling pregnant accidently with me, had destroyed her life. How for her own sanity she was leaving and never looking back. And in 24 years she hadn't. She'd stayed true to her word. Now look at her. From what Justin could gather she was married to a doctor now.

She smiles at something and I have to think it must be some memory or thought. Perhaps she's thinking of how gullible her doctor husband is. How he hasn't a clue that she had another family, another life before.

She walks quickly toward the front steps, wearing 6 inch heels and a skirt that was way too short for someone of her age, even if she did look good. Was she married to a plastic surgeon I wonder?

That shy hint of a smile is still on her crimson lips when she opens the door and closes it firmly behind her. This is what I've been waiting for, but why weren't my arms and legs working. Why couldn't I get the strength to get out and confront her. Tell her how much she hurt me. How I was pretty sure that most of my problems were because I didn't have a female role model growing up, as wonderful as my father was... he wasn't a Mom. He couldn't help me understand puberty, couldn't help me understand dating, falling in love, being a mother myself... those were the questions and discussions that only a mother could provide to her daughter and I was pissed I'd missed out on that.

Sighing I finally move. I'm slow at first but then I pick up speed, climbing the stairs with a newfound courage and taking a deep breath before ringing the bell.

The woman answers. She's smiling at first but then it fades into a angry scowl when she sees me standing there. She shakes her head.

Woman: Who the fuck are you?

It catches me off guard. Did she normally answer the door like this? Guess I could see where my anger issues came from.

I open my mouth but she's talking again before I can utter a single word. She leans in closer to me, as if to make sure that what she's about to say is heard only by me and not the occasional passer by.

Woman: If you're here to tell me that you're Charles' mistress, save it. I already knew he was fooling around. I don't care and you're not getting a dime of his money, so save your speech and just get your skanky slutty ass on back to whatever rat motel he's keeping you at.

My jaw opens and closes in shock. Oh my god....it was me in 30 years.

Woman: Did I stutter? What are you still doing here? Get lost.

This finally awakes the anger beast and I glare back at her. She doesn't seem at all affected by it.

Bliss: I'm not Charles' whore, Mrs. Brewster.

Her expression changes a bit, less angry but she still seems annoyed that I'm here.

Mrs. Brewster: Well then tell me who the hell you are and why you're here. I'm a busy woman and I have things I need to do.

I put my hands on my hips. She's busy? I drove nearly 3 hours to get to this god forsaken town. Barstow. Stupid name if you ask me. Not only that... I had a show in Omaha to go to. I needed time to prepare. This little adventure was going to cost me. I was going to have to fly out now in order to have the time I needed in a practise ring.

Bliss: My name is Kahlan Fischer, Mrs. Brewster.

At first she looks like she doesn't care and then her expression totally changes.

Mrs. Brewster: Did you say Fischer?

Bliss: Umm hmmm. From Toronto. Ring any bells for you.

Her face went shock white.

Bliss: Oh now you remember... you know that you have daughter and 4 sons that you just cast aside like they were nothing.

Mrs. Brewster: It's been... so long...

Bliss: Yeah 24 almost 25 years to be exact. Glad that I meant so much to you but hey... at least I can be grateful that you didn't abort me right?

Mrs. Brewster: Kahlan, it's not like that. I left for your own good... for your brothers own good. I was a horrible woman back then. I would have only made your lives miserable. I'm really not that great a person now actually. Why did you look for me?

Bliss: Just to see your face. I was hoping that it would give me some kind of closure, like seeing you now would provide me with some kind of break-through as to why I am the way I am but in actuality all its done is make me hate you all that much more.

Mrs. Brewster: I don't blame you for hating me Kahlan. If my mother abandoned me hours after giving birth to me I would hate her too.

I laugh. But it's not a nice laugh. It's a laugh that shows just how really angry at this woman I am. It would be so easy to just blame all my problems on her walking out on me but it wasn't really the reason...it was only part of it.

She looks down at her shoes. I look myself. They look like Dolce. Nice. Being married to a doctor had it's advantages.

Mrs. Brewster: Did your father ever re-marry?

I shake my head.

Bliss: No. He dated a few women over the years but none of them were good enough to steal my father's heart. You took it with you the day you abandoned us all.

Mrs. Brewster: I'm not going to give you any false hope. I'm not a good woman. I wasn't then and I'm not now. Every one of you kids was an accident. Your father loved you all, but I just got that much more resentful with every positive pregnancy test. It wasn't the life I wanted for myself and I knew that if I stayed, I'd just end up getting pregnant again. Having kids was all your father's idea...and to be perfectly honest, if I hadn't of gotten pregnant with Jeremy we would have never married and I probably wouldn't have even stayed with him.

Memories of sitting on a beach with 'someone' in particular on a warm North Carolinian evening and telling him the reason why I couldn't be a good mom started to come back to me. This was why I couldn't have kids, why I didn't want kids. I didn't want to resent my life the way that Natalie Brewster did.

She offers me a little smile, as if to say, "oops, I'm not perfect".

Mrs. Brewster: Do you want to get a coffee or something? I dunno. I'm not a mother figure. I don't know what to do...

I smile.

Bliss: You've done enough. I just needed closure. You don't have any regrets about what you did and that's fine.. .at least now I can move on and not have any kind of false expectations or hopes about you.

She shrugs. I examine her face for a couple seconds. I look a lot like her but not as much as I had feared I would.... no I actually looked more like the Fischer side it seemed. More like my Gram that I had adored. I have my mother's body though. Big chest, small waist, long legs. That was fine.

Bliss: Well thanks anyway you ho bag. Have a nice day.

I turn and start to walk away with a smirk of satisfaction on my face. When I get to my car I turn. She's glaring at me but she didn't make any attempt to come after me. I should have done more to her....but there was still that part of me that was holding on to the goodness inside. The part that was screaming at me to turn around and wrap my arms around her. Beg her to give me the love I'd been missing for 24 years. The kind of love that only a mother can give.

No. Again, Like I'd told him. Being a mom is just something that isn't in my blood, the woman standing meters away, watching me get into my Porsche was proof of that. It wasn't something you could just learn to do.

*~*

*Las Vegas, Nevada - 11:56pm*

When I got back to my apartment, it was late. Later than I'd wanted to be but I'd driven slow, even stopped a few times to gather my bearings and prevent an accident or outburst of road rage. I start to undress, throwing my hoodie and shirt onto the bed as I finally check my phone. There are 3 missed calls from Lucy. I call her back without listening to any of her messages.

She answers and I can tell she's really upset, there's a quiver in her voice.

Lucy: Kahlan... my god...

She sobs.

Bliss: What's wrong? Is it Ray? Is Bongo okay?

Lucy: I don't know if it's Ray and no... nothing is wrong with Bongo except that he got knocked against a wall...he's okay though. I was kidnapped tonight...

My heart starts to beat faster.

Bliss: Kidnapped?

Lucy: I went to a bar. I got a text from who I thought was Ray. Said he wanted to talk. So I went to this bar and waited. Next thing I know I'm waking up and I'm blindfolded, gagged and tied up. I'm still kind of confused but they just kept going on and on about how I had to stop. That I was causing trouble.

Bliss: Oh really?

I'm clenching and un-clenching my fists.

Lucy: Look I don't know who they were. I couldn't really make out too much. I was really groggy. One of them shook me a couple times but I just couldn't really understand them....they were using something to disguise their voices. I think maybe they must have mistaken me for someone else because next thing I know they're holding something over my face and when I came to, I was back in my house and Bongo was out cold too.

Bongo was Lucy's Sheppard. It would have to be someone pretty strong and smart to outwit him. He'd already stopped 2 attempted break-ins. I had two names in my head already.

Bliss: I'll take care of this

Lucy: Bliss no.

I stop. It was the first time she'd ever called me by my middle name. My ring name. She knew that I often referred to my 'angry' side as Bliss. She knew that I was succumbing to the darkness.

Bliss: I know who's responsible for this Luce...and I'm going to take care of it once and for all.

Lucy: Don't please. You can't give into the anger monster like this...

Why not? It was what I knew best. It was going to avenge my friend.

Bliss: I'll talk to you later Lucy. Lock your doors tight and get some rest. I'll call you tomorrow.

I hang up before she can further protest. She obviously wasn't hurt. She'd have mentioned it but still. Kidnapping my friend and trying to tell her while in a drugged state that she needed to stop trying to help me be a better person was the last straw. Drake Hunter had finally gone too far.

Angry I throw on the hoodie over my bra and walk out, slamming my door so hard that the Armenian father across the hall peeks his head out in a half asleep daze. I nod at him with a half smile before striding down the hallway, jabbing the down button for the elevator.

@PunkDrakeHunter You're dead you motherf**ker. I'm coming to beat the shit out of you. Good thing I know where you live.

I tweet this as I'm coming down the elevator. Looking at my two prize possessions sitting in my parking spot I suddenly hop on my bike, sans helmet and rip out of the parking lot toward Drake's condo. I knew the address. I knew the apartment number. And I knew he was there and he was probably waiting for me too.

Good. Let the bastard get himself prepared.

I wasn't properly dressed for riding my bike. The Short cut off jeans made it a bit difficult since whenever I stopped at alight I grazed my thigh against the hot metal. Every once in a while a breeze would seep in under the waist of the hoodie and it would cause Goosebumps along my exposed skin. Fuck I probably should have thought out my attire a little better. At least I'd had the sense to tie my hair back from my face.

I'm at his condo quickly, realizing that I must have broken at least a dozen street laws. Fuck if I care. It's not hard to move past the doorman, he's more interested in the porno magazine he's got hidden in a big edition of Tom Sawyer to worry about a dark hooded woman silently stalking past him to the elevators.

I don't hesitate to pound on his door, making it known just how pissed off I really am.

The door opens. He takes a second to look me up and down, smirking at my unsuitable attire before speaking.

Drake: The goddess...at my door. To what do I owe this great pleasure?

He laughs and inside I heard the voices of his two cronies, Cable and Dixon.

Bliss: You know exactly why I'm here Hunter. I'm going to kick your ass. You've gone too far this time. I don't know what the fuck your problem is but I'm ending it now.... this isn't about the belt, this isn't about the rumble, this has gotten fucking personal and I want it to end.

He cocks his head to one side.

Drake: I really expected more from you when I got that tweet....but instead I get PG Bliss, except that there's maybe a hint of spice in there with a few casually thrown Fucks for affect.

Bliss: I'm not PG anything.

I growl it out. He smiles again. That damn sexy, annoying arrogant smile that makes me either want to deck him or kiss him. It bugs the hell out of me that I can't make up my mind.

Drake: Ok then, do what you came here to do Kahlan. You said I was dead....I feel pretty alive right now.

Before I can do anything, Cable and Dixon are behind him. Right... if I tried to do anything right now both of them would be on me in a second. I hesitate. The two men move past me into the hallway.

Cable: We'll see you later... looks like you're busy.

His comment pretty obviously directed at Drake. Dixon chuckles and rolls his eyes at me. I spit at him. His expression goes dark and he starts to lunge forward. Cable grabs his arm and pulls him back.

Cable: Whoa... hold on there buddy. We'll get ours another day. This is Drake's fun time right now.

Dixon sneers as Cable manages to get him to turn and walk with him toward the sets of elevators. I turn back to Drake and he opens the door a little wider, sweeping an arm.

Drake: Do come in....

He adds a laugh. What the fuck? I hated how he played with me.

Bliss: You want me to beat you up in your own apartment? You really think it's wise letting me in willingly?

He leans in slightly.

Drake: If you really intend to 'beat me up' as you've said then I'd rather not draw attention to it in the hallway if you don't mind.

Fuck me. He was so annoying. And that fucking smile.

Damn it. Keep it together Kahlan.

I push him a little for effect as I walk in. He turns and shuts the door, still appearing calm and not at all intimidated by my presence. He was cocky wasn't he?

Drake: So tell me... what is it that I've done that has quote 'gone to far this time'?

I walk forward, my anger renewed at his mention of his deed, even if he wasn't admitting anything just yet

Bliss: Why go after Lucy? She hasn't really done anything to you. Besides she's not even a part of MPW or this .... this... whatever it is going on between us. Kidnapping is beyond the limit.

Drake: I don't know what you mean Goddess. I haven't done anything.

I clench my fists. He sees it and smiles.

Drake: Are you angry? I don't think it's quite there yet. As I've told you countless times before... Let it go. I'm a big boy I can take it.

I look up at him and finally something snaps. The monster is out of it's cage and I lunge forward with a growl. As if I weight nothing he easily grabs my waist with ease, pulling me into his body hard before pushing me back easily. This time I go for a punch but he grabs my wrists and slams me into a wall beside him. I struggle against him, he tightens his grip. I move my leg to get him in the groin, he shifts his weight and puts a knee between my legs and presses his hip against my own, pinning me even more. He smirks but only for a second. His face goes completely serious.

Drake: If your going to use your anger as a weapon Kahlan you need to have more control. You're too easily subdued this way if you rush head long into your attacks.

His voice is low and almost like he's...purring at me. What the fuck? Why is my body reacting to him like this? I'm mad as hell at him for kidnapping my friend, even if he didn't hurt her.

Bliss: Let...Me... Go....

I get out between clenched teeth, still struggling against his hold.

Drake: Eventually yes, I will let you go but right now I'm enjoying seeing you struggle. You're right... this has gone way beyond anything in the ring and you know it. You still don't want to admit that the reason I can defeat you so easily is because your attracted to me. It's cute really...

He grabs both my wrists in one massive hand now and uses his free hand to play with the zipper on my hoodie. My eyes go wide in fear of what he might do, so with a smile he yanks it down but he's actually genuinely surprised to see that underneath is not what he was expecting. I see his breath catch in his throat, staring at me partially exposed like this. his fingers are still playing with the pull tab and then slowly move up, hesitating for a second before pushing a strand of my hair that's come lose from my pony tail behind my hear, lingering as he brushes it across my skin.

I catch his eyes. There's something there. Something almost... primal...

Drake: So beautiful...

It comes out softer... not something I would expect and it disarms me long enough for him to nuzzle against my neck. I try one last time to struggle against him but all it does it add further fire to this flame and I don't want to admit that I like it. He grabs my wrists a little harder, adding a little bit of pain to the mix before he captures my lips.

And I'm powerless to stop this from happening. Fuck... What have I gotten myself into?

Yeah, but baby there you go again, there you go again making me love you. Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go. Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo. And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.