Annie's Story 049

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Sunday June 26th
“Mm-morning,” she moans as the sweetest of smiles spreads across her face; last night Annie Dupree managed to do everything she wanted, and that Mid-Atlantic Legacy title belt on the night stand is proof of that. As she opens her eyes, though, seeing her husband laying next to her. “Mon mari,” Annie purrs as she strokes his face, waking him from his slumber. Before his eyes are even open, she’s already slid across to press her body against his, placing a soft kiss upon his lips.

“Bon matin, ma belle,” Chase whispers between kisses. His head is still thumping from the alcohol he consumed last night; he’s never been much of a drinker, but with his wife celebrating her title defense Chase thought he should partake in one or two … which turned into four or five or more, all double measures. He never stood a chance.

“How are you feeling this morning?” Annie asks, still caressing her husband’s face. A roaming hand working its way up her side causes Annie to softly giggle.

“Not gon’ lie,” Chase starts, pausing as he struggle to open his eyes, “I can’t ‘member too much of what happened. And my head…” he groans again.

“Poor baby,” Annie giggles again; her hand caressing her husband’s face as she rolls backwards, “and how what about you?”

“I’m great,” says a male voice.

His eyes shut again; he must be hearing things, the hangover is playing tricks on his mind. That’s the only explanation for this. Chase groans again as he forces his eyes open, letting the light in a little bit at a time until finally he sees it … Annie’s leaning backwards away from him, her hand wrapped around the back of his head as she’s kissing the other man, whose hand is roaming freely across her body.

His stomach turns over as he watches the scene unfold before him. The memories of last night gradually coming to back to him in bits and pieces; when he turned up in their room Annie said she had invited him. Chase was too drunk to object, and he certainly wasn’t about to object when his wife pulled down his pants. It didn’t even register with him that there was someone else in the room with them.

He’s staring now. Blankly. Through them, not at them. But his silence is forcibly broken as his wife rolls back towards him, wrapping two arms around the back of his neck as they kiss; her tongue parting his lips before he pushes her away. “‘Scuse me, cher. I need the cahbin,” Chase mumbles as he rolls out of bed, stumbling to remain on his feet as he staggers across the hotel room towards the en suite.

“He’s not much of a drinker, is he?” the man asks as he and Annie sit up, resting back against the headboard. They listen out for the sounds of vomiting that they expect, but none are forthcoming.

“Did we get him too drunk, Dommy?” Annie whispers so as to not be overheard; Chase can’t know it was planned, the depths of his wife’s depravity can remain a secret for a little while longer as far as her and Dom are concerned. They got what they wanted.

“He’s probably just a bit shocked,” Dom Harter jokes, “but he’ll get used to it in time..”

Annie quirks her head upwards, a devilish smile crossed her face as the meaning of that statement dawns on her. “You know, I don’t have to leave for Portland for another few hours…”

Chase stares into the mirror, his hands gripping the edge of the counter top; his bloodshot eyes and dishevelled hair don’t make for a pleasant reflection. His naked form stares back at him as he splashes some cold water on his face. From the other room he can hear his wife giggle, but all Chase can do is run his hands up his face, splashing more water on himself in an effort to awaken from this state. Another giggle emanates from the other room as Chase turns his head slightly; he can see them in the reflection of the mirror; another man is pleasuring his wife and Chase … he can’t help but become aroused by the sight...

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“Guten tag, meine freunde,” Annie chirps from her position atop a hotel room bed. The wall behind her is adorned with a scenic painting of the Rhine river, and decorated with a royal red wallpaper with a gold link pattern. Annie herself is wearing her hair down, and she has a Small Boob Wrecking Crew t-shirt on. The FGA Mid-Atlantic tag title is sitting on her lap as she continues, “that’s German for hi friend, ‘cause I’m here in Hamburg in Germany for a show at the moment! But don’t worry I’ll be back in time to be in Amarillo on Saturday.”

“There’s nothing that could stop me from wanting to face Dom Harter this week; the chance to qualify for the Frontier Lions Cup and maybe earn a shot at the FGA World Championship,” Annie gesticulates with her hands as she speaks about the world title, “that’s, like, not really something that comes around that often. ‘Cause this is my third year here and I’ve never been involved in the Frontier Lions Cup, and my only match with Dom was when #Donnie teamed together to face the Fratdaddies…” Annie covers her mouth as she realises she used the ship name for her and Dom.

“Oops…”

“But,” she continues undeterred, “it’s so much more than that. Like, me and Dom have been kinda linked since Final Frontier last year when I stopped Izzy Anders from trying to end his career. And I know all the stuff people have been saying since then about whether I was right to do it, and whether he was gonna return as the same jerk he was when he left–” Annie pauses to put up both hands, “–you were a jerk, Dom, don’t try and argue that. All the stuff you did to Izzy, or to Chris Bond, Chris Tryon, Cindy Parker, and all the others before them. And like I said I did it ‘cause it was the right thing to do. And I hoped you’d come back as a different person…”

“And you did. You saved me at Gold Rush Rumble, and thank you for that, Dom. After I won this title–” Annie taps the belt on her lap, “–you probably set your sights on it, hoping to complete your grand slam. That’s why you, like, tried to get in good with me and Molly before All Star Showdown – telling us both you wanted a shot at this title.”

“Maybe down the line,” Annie pauses, a devilish smirk flickering across her face as she adds, “but I dunno why you’d wanna get your butt kicked by me twice though!” She flashes a quick #grrface, flipping up the devil horns before giggling behind a raised hand.

“Sorry! But I know you were watching me and Molly’s match at All Star Showdown, Dom. As we put everything on the line in that ring, as we fought over this title. And I know you have an idea of what you’re gonna be up against on Saturday now. But what you don’t know is after that match, me and Molly sat in the back and we watched your match against Izzy. Just like I’ve done at so many FGA shows. Just like I used to do on Wednesday nights when you wrestled on SCW Wildcard. You might think you know what you’re up against this Saturday night, Dom, but do you know how well I know you?”

“Do you think I didn’t watch The Murder matches, just in case the #sparklebuddies ever had to come up against you? Did I watch you in SCW just in case my appearances in the Queen of Sin rumbles ever turned into something more, and I might have to face you there? Did I watch FGA before I joined so I knew who was who when I signed that contract. When you were busy competing for the World title as I was wrestling in dark matches against ‘Iron’ Mike Keaton or Sirius Sloan.”

“‘Cause I did.”

“And I know how you’re a fan of lists, Dom, so I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. When you were World champion, I added your name to a list of my own. It was right on there with people like Chris Q, Chandler Scott, Tony Carmine, Jimmy Page…” she counts off the names on her fingers, “…all people I’d need to beat in order to be the giant killer. Right now it’s just you and Zero left to cross off, and he only escaped ‘cause he pulled a referee in the way.”

“But you…” Annie points at the camera, “…you’ve turned over a new leaf, and this week I know you’re gonna fight clean. And you’re gonna want to get one over on the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion; you’re gonna wanna qualify for the Frontier Lions Cup so you can complete that Golden Crown like Cordy has; you’re gonna wanna keep me down on my back.”

“And this is where things take a dark turn,” Annie kinda shrugs, “‘cause as much as I’ve grown to like you since Final Frontier; as much as I’ve watched you try and become a better person, even though you and Brandon let me have a bit part in your Cougar Hunters movie, even though you saved me from Izzy, even though you beat Izzy without cheating or any dirty tactics…” Annie sighs, “…I’m gonna have to stop your dreams before they start.”

“‘Cause I’ve waited for this match for so long, Dom. My Anniemaniacs have waited for this match for so long too. And they wanna see me step up against the man who’s one belt away from the Grand Slam – my belt! They wanna see me win one of the big three events for a change. They wanna see me add one more name to my list of giants slain. So this Saturday night in Amarillo, Dom, the only thing you’re gonna get is me popping you POW!” Annie feigns a right hook, “Right on the kisser!”

She barely even noticed the Freudian slip there as she continues, “And then at Above & Beyond V, this Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion is gonna go on to compete in the Frontier Lions Cup!” Annie pulls another #grrface for the camera, her top lip curled upwards as she flips the devil horns again. And the scene comes to an end with the fade to black.

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Friday July 1st
“Just…” Annie blurts out as she looks up from her phone; there’s a single word reply from Chase on the screen, haunting her somewhat. He’s been cold ever since Lakeland, sullen and distant during their phone calls and Skype sessions. And he won’t tell Annie what’s bothering him, no matter how many times she asks.

“Just what?” comes the reply from Katie as she’s unpacking her bag in the Hamburg hotel room. She has a no disqualification match against Merlot Ayano on Monday night, but the pair of them flew out early so Katie could fulfil some alternate plans.

“It’s–” Annie stops herself, “–I … do you remember when we were younger and you needed me to help you out at the mall?” she asks, looking up at her friend with sadness in her eyes. Katie remembers it well; she had been sampling some sashimi at the food court earlier in the day when a bout of food poisoning hit. It took Annie bringing some new pants into the bathroom for her to be able to escape with her dignity relativity intact. “And I did it, no questions asked.”

Katie nods her head. “I remember…”

“I need to call in that favour,” Annie states.

“You can’t jus–” Katie frowns as she pauses, “–didn’t you call that in when I took the blame for everything last year?”

“That wasn’t no questions asked!” Annie tries to defend her position.

“It should’ve been,” Katie mutters.

“Fine, then it was,” Annie concedes, “but I need a favour from you, no questions asked.” The pair of them stay there in silence for a second; Katie knows she’s going to say yes, it’s what best friends do. Plus she probably owes Annie more than just that for everything she’s done over the years…

“Ok, I'll help with whatever you need. But can it wait until I get back from Paris?” Katie asks; she’s got a flight out in the morning so she can spend the weekend in the City of Love with Chris Bond and his son, Rhys. A secret late getaway to celebrate their one year anniversary together. She’s been looking forward to that ever since Chris surprised her by planning it, knowing that NKP moved from Japan to Germany made it easier as well.

“I might need it tonight,” Annie glances back down at her phone, bringing up the text message from Chase again. That ‘k’ depresses her more than it should. “I definitely need it tonight, please.”

Katie looks at the clock on her own phone. It’s just gone midnight in Germany; their body clocks will catch up soon and she has a flight to catch in the morning.

“It won’t take long,” Annie continues, “but I wanna do something for Chase and I don’t trust anybody else…” she says as Katie’s ears perk up; a devilish smirk appears on Katie’s face as she can only imagine what her friend wants her to do.

"Go on..." Katie enquires as the scene comes to an end.