Post by "The Fabulous One" Dan Fierce on Apr 24, 2016 18:34:31 GMT -5
Thirteen Year Itch - Chapter Three
(Author's note: There are some graphic contents in this roleplay. If you are offended by same-sex situations, you may wish to skip this entirely. You've been warned.)
Today was a good day. Today, Dan was reveling in the now. His mind wasn't haunting him, his emotions took a PTO day, and he was still riding the high of pinning a high caliber talent like Michael Wryght in the center of the ring. To make things more interesting, he'd thrown his hat in the ring for the Manifest Destiny Tourney in addition to the Icemann Invitational that he was already a part of in PCW.
He was probably biting off more than he could chew and stretching himself thin, but it didn't matter. It gave his brain something to focus on besides the past. Now it could concentrate on the future. Dan knew his body wouldn't be able to take the beatings it did in the squared circle for too much longer. He could take a bad bump, stick a landing wrong, or even simply wake up old at this point in his career. there were days that his joints could predict the weather better than any meteorologist.
But today? Today was not that day. Today felt like a good day.
Until it was time for bed.
Brian was always the more amorous of the duo, except for the "honeymoon season" of the relationship. Back then Dan could keep paces in the bedroom and they were both consistently satisfied. Even before the ill-fated admission by his partner, Dan's sex drive had taken a downturn. He'd even gone to the doctor to make sure there wasn't a medical reason or hormone imbalance.
And tonight, Brian was in heat.
After the confession, the two had take six entire months off from sexual activity, as one of Dan's demands. He wouldn't even manually satiate his partner without a series of negative HIV tests first. After another six months, they both got tested, still thankfully coming up negative, so Dan was a little less strict. The damage, however, had been done.
Prior to the decree of guilt, Dan had still at least felt emotions when they physically connected. Nowadays, unless he was just that horny, Dan could feel nothing. Not love, not lust, just sheer obligation.
Obligation?
When it came to coitus, was that any way to describe your transgressions in the bedroom? His emotions were non-existent, his heart was cold and unfeeling. Afterwards, there was no afterglow, only sweaty brows, pounding hearts, and thoughts of whether he'd locked the balcony door before drifting off. He was sure that Brian still felt something for him, or at least he professed to, especially when he wanted some sugar.
It never used to be this way. That thought both frightened and worried Dan. He knew Brian was one of the best things that had happened to him, but how much longer could he keep up this façade? This wasn't fair. Not to him. And not to Brian.
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Dan had taken his leave of his partner that day, and his mind was spinning with scenarios, none of which ended with the duo remaining intact. before he'd exited their apartment, Brian had requested that he tell nobody, projecting his shame as a knapsack for Dan to wear with no ears to bend. Hell, he didn't even know who we could call at this point. His friends adored Brian, as did his family. Talking to them would wreck their image of both Brian individually and the couple as a whole. Even in his fury, Dan felt it was still a bit premature to be forcing people to choose sides.
He wasn't even sure which side he was on.
"Fuck it," he muttered, flipping open his phone. He slowly scrolled through his contacts, imagining just how they might react to the news. Dave? No. Debbie? Hell no. Bitch never kept a secret in her life. Eddie? Negative. Way too negative. He settled on a name, one of his closest friends, one whom he knew had gone through what he was going through, and yet someone who had no emotional stake with Brian or them as a couple; a distant enough friend with a trustworthy character. Unfortunately, all he got was a voice mail.
"Hello? Mari? This is Dan Fierce. Listen hun, I know it's been a while since we've touched base, but..." Dan's voice began to crack. "...I really need someone to talk to right now."
"This Trauma, I get to face someone I actually have respect for, someone I actually kind of envy with the stage of the relationship she's in right now. It's adorable. On Trauma 191, I get to face 'Dollface' Kelli Starr.
"She's got talent that almost always catches her opponents and fan off-guard. She can hang with the best, and yet people still look at her as a mid-carder. How? How is that even possible? I can tell you how. It's drive. She has it in her, but she's comfortable where she's at. She could be soaring with the eagles, but instead she's content pecking with the turkeys.
"Let me tell you sister, that all ends now. Don't get me wrong. I'm not arrogant enough to think that a match with me will propel her to the top. That's not my point. What will happen is I'll help her to see that she can and will do it, and I will prove to her that she has that capability.
"The first thing that needs to happen is she needs to shed that golden anchor; the Underground Championship. What better way than for one Queen to give it to another?"
Dan smiles, placing both hands on his hips. "You might be thinking ol' Dan Fierce doesn't have what it takes to hang in the Underground division. You. Would. Be. Wrong. Been there and done that. I've been in hardcore style matches that would make some of the Faithful swoon. Trust. That's not bravado, sweeties. That's a fact.
"So Kelli, bring your 'A' game, girlie, cuz you can be damned skippy that mama is gonna give you a run for your money. If I have to give you the hard slap you need to let it loose, then I will. I'm not coming to this for a cake walk, little missy. You're going to give me a fight and afterwards we'll go shoe shopping.
"Win, lose, or draw, girlie, I'mma still have the same respect for you coming out of this as I did going in. It won't matter which of us walks away with the gold. We're both Queens and it's time the rest of the world recognizes."
