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A Private Airfield
Winnie, TX
Monday, June 11
3:17 am
The helicopter lands perfectly on a barely lit paved area. Ty has no idea where they are but he knows it is not Houston. Beside him, Courtney has dozed off, with her head, engulfed in huge headphones, resting on the window. Ty chuckles inwardly at the light, barely audible snoring and the single line of drool coming from her mouth. He had never seen this woman in any kind of vulnerable position before. It reassured him that she was, indeed, human under that diamond tough exterior.
Ty looks to the pilot as he shuts of the engine. He turns to face Ty in the back seat. His name was Carl Jones and he was one of many men that had owed Chester a favour. Ty didn't want to know why he was owed one by a helicopter pilot in Texas though.
Carl: “So if you go into town with me, they can set you up with a rental as early as seven am. You can take that into Houston. We are about Fifty minutes away.”
Ty’s eyebrows furrow. That wasn't the plan that he had been told.
Ty: “I was under the impression I would be going straight to Houston tonight.”
Carl shrugs. This irritates Ty, as it did when anyone showed such careless disregard for his time.
Carl: “I don't know who told you that, but we’re small town folks. We don't keep our businesses open twenty-four hours a day. There's a motel that usually has vacancies. You and your girlfriend can get a room.”
Carl starts getting out and Ty is quick to rebuttal.
Ty: “She’s not my girl...”
But Carl had already left and is opening the storage panel to take out their bags. Ty looks again at Courtney and gives her a light shake. She mumbles something before changing position and lays her head on his shoulder.
Ty: “Courtney... Hey...
He shakes her again, but she seems to be a very solid sleeper. For a moment, the immature thought of giving her a wet willy crosses his mind before he decides against it. They were not friends and the last thing he wanted was to alienate her when this situation would likely put her a very sour mood.
Ty: “Time to wake up.”
He gives her another light shake, and it is enough to finally snap her back to life. He gets about the same reaction that he expected, in the form of a shove that scoots him away from her.
Court: “Jesus fuck!”
She blinks a few times, and her eyebrows raise in surprise. She goes to continue ranting, but her surroundings cut her off from doing so. She looks around, trying to put together where she was when she fell asleep. It takes a few moments, but it all appears to come back to her. She doesn’t go out of her way to apologize though.
Court: “This soooo better fucking be Houston…”
Ty sighs deeply and he doesn’t have to say it for her to know it’s not the intended destination.
Ty: “Did I mention that my agent is an asshole? Apparently, this favour he called in, the guy lives in some small town about an hour away from Houston. Chester assumed there would be a car service for us to rent something but as I have been informed, they do not have twenty-four hour service here. There is however a motel that will likely give us rooms for the night if we don’t want to sleep on the tarmac of this ancient looking airfield.”
He goes to open the door for them, not wanting to be in close proximity when she lost her cool. To his surprise, she does not explode at first. She wipes at her eyes, still trying to wake up, and not even fully listening to him. She pulls her headphones off and tosses them into a bag between her feet, and then looks back over to him with the same confused look.
Court: “So you woke me up in order to tell me that I am stuck somewhere?”
As she starts to get her bearings on the world around her, the tone of her voice becomes more pointed, cutting him off before he could respond to her.
Court: “You came to me backstage. Told me to catch a ride with you. Then took me to some kind of Texas Chainsaw Massacre city where we have to stay in a sketchy motel?”
She shakes her head in frustration, but is still trying to fully wake up.
Court: “I don’t know if I have ever told you this, but you suck.”
Ty doesn’t get offended easily and he wasn’t this time either. He gives her an earnest shrug.
Ty: “I don’t think even Leatherface would fuck with you Courtney.”
He smirks at her.
Ty: “I don’t know if I have ever told you this, but you scare the shit out of me.”
He gets the door open where Carl is waiting with their bags.
Ty: “Now Carl has graciously offered to give us a lift into town. We are not really losing any time. We can rent a car in the early morning and still catch our flight, only now, we don’t have to sleep in the airport. Gotta look at the bright side of things.”
He steps out and then offers his arm to help her out. She smacks his arm away and grabs the small bag between her legs before jumping out next to him.
Court: “The bright side of things would have been sleeping in my hotel bed in Florida, catching an actual flight in the morning, to a real airport…”
She directs the last few words at Carl, and pauses so that he can feel the weight of her frustration as well, not simply piling it all onto Ty. Her eyes don’t linger on the pilot for long though, and she is right back on the attack.
Court: “...and then gotten home safely without being violently murdered in some backwards ass state that we should give back to Mexico.”
Carl shakes his head and points their attention to the truck waiting next to the derelict building up ahead. He falls back as the trio walks toward it.
Carl: “She’s a handful...”
Ty chuckles softly.
Ty: “Understatement of the year.”
If Courtney heard them, she ignores it, throwing her bag into the back of the truck that appears to actually be a newer model. She turns her attention back to Carl, but makes a motion towards Ty.
Court: “You could always make the pretty boy ride in the back like some farm animal on its way to being slaughtered….”
The two of them exchange a look before both looking at Court in disbelief.
Court: “What? Sketchy motel, inconvenienced pilot, fucked up travel plans? It fits.”
When neither of them respond to her, she continues trying to justify it.
Court: “...and besides, it is Texas, you people are used to that kind of thing.”
Carl offers a smile and shakes his head.
Carl: “Look, I don’t got all night. I have a family to get back to. And as much as I would love to hear more about ‘us people’ I really just want to get home to my wife and kids.”
He clicks the button on a key fob to unlock the truck. Ty opens the door for the smaller backseat and awkwardly gets in.
Ty: “You take the front seat Courtney, probably more leg room.”
Court reluctantly opens her own door, and looks down at the seat.
Court: “Sure, put me next to the strange, angry pilot.”
As she climbs in, she looks over at the man with a very fake smile.
Court: “Hopefully you’re not just a few days away from retirement or anything….”
Once again, Carl ignores her and turns the key in the ignition to start the truck. He pulls out of the empty lot and goes for a dirt road into a bunch of trees, but the forested area passes by quickly and before long they are in the middle of a small town that is actually home to some modern stores and updates. He pulls into the parking lot of the motel and stops in front of the front doors.
Carl: “There you go kids.”
Ty opens his door and slides out, Carl leans out the window toward him.
Carl: “Make sure you tell Chester that this is the last time I do him a favor, alright?”
Ty nods and grabs both bags from the back. Carl seems all too eager to leave and zooms out of the parking lot, kicking up some dust as he does.
Ty offers a half smile and a gestures toward the doors.
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The Winnie Motel
Winnie, TX
Monday, June 11
3:45 am
The light from the hallway is the only thing illuminating the room as the door opens and a very irritated looking Courtney Pierce enters. The lone double bed takes up most of the small room.
Court: “This just keeps getting better…”
It was obvious sarcasm, as evidenced by the crash against the wall when she tosses her back towards a chair in the corner of the room and misses by a full foot. She doesn’t appear to give it any thought though, looking at the bed instead.
Court: “Oh, and now it looks like I get to try and avoid getting herpes from a mattress as well.”
Ty enters, the exhaustion of the evening finally takes over and the weight of their misfortunate hits him. Gone is his good mood and any sense of trying to make this a positive situation for either of them. All in all, he just wanted to get a couple hours of sleep before having to drive to the airport. He drops his bag on the floor and sighs.
Ty: “I am not going to keep apologizing, alright? I get it. It sucks. I didn’t exactly want to be here either but we are and complaining about isn’t going to change it. You take the bed. I’ll camp out on the floor. Just do us both a favour and get some sleep. I’ll set my alarm.”
He moves the closet and pulls out an extra blanket and pillow and moves to the floor beside the bed. He makes a makeshift bed and sits on it, and without even caring, pulls off his shirt. He then lays on his side, the limited light from the side lamps shows off the definition of his back muscles.
Ty: “All I wanted was to help you out.”
His voice sounds defeated, it was obvious though that his words are sincere.
Ty: “I wasn't purposely trying to screw you.”
She pulls the blankets back on the bed, frowning at the state of the blankets underneath. Instead of living with them though, she moves around to the end of the bed and pulls all but the cover for the mattress off, and leaves them in a pile on the floor.
Court: “You can add those to your little cot…”
She gives them a kick his direction before scooping up the bag that she had meant to toss in the chair. The zipper on the bag gives easily, and she pulls out her headphones, among other small things, before getting to the bottom of the bag. From it she pulls a teal fleece blanket with a bright ‘C’ in the center of it, and tosses it up onto the bed.
Court: “...and it doesn’t matter what your intention was. I am still stuck here. I get that you were just trying to sweep in and save the day, but I didn’t really need saving, and things have only gotten worse as a result.”
He turns, his face screwing up into something resembling anger.
Ty: “Fuck you, Courtney. I haven't been anything but nice and accommodating. I have taken your unnecessary insults and bad attitude in stride. I am a nice guy, I don't deserve it.”
She is silent for a second, but doesn’t look any more angry than she already was. It was like his words just rolled right off of her without any effect.
Court: “Check that out, you do have a little bit of fight in you. I was thinking after Jon Dough embarrassed you twice, maybe you lost your balls.”
She makes a clicking noise with her tongue against the inside of her cheek, and shakes her head.
Court: “Then you just sat back and let me tear into you the whole way to this shit hole….”
She shrugs, moving to the opposite side of the bed and straightening her blanket.
Court: “Was starting to think you chose the wrong business to be part of.”
Ty laughs.
Ty: “Must be nice to have grown up being told that you were so precious and better than everyone else. Heaven forbid you have to be inconvenienced in your perfect bubble. The reason I haven't said anything was because I was raised by a woman who taught me to treat women with respect no matter if they are spoiled little brats or not. And being around Hollywood wannabes for years, believe me, I have seen my fair share of them. You aren't edgy or cool. But please, continue to push people away. Don't know what the fuck you are so afraid of, you stink of fear.”
His face has turned red and the same anger he had shown in his promos was now directed at her. Part of it was being that he was too tired to have any kind of self control now. It did not seem to penetrate her thick skin though. Her voice doesn’t raise, even as her eyes do.
Court: “Don’t make stupid assumptions when you aren’t sure of the facts. It doesn’t get you anywhere.”
She climbs up onto the bed, and smooths down the blanket around her.
Court: “Notice I don’t insult your upbringing, or your career before SCW, or anything you do outside of the company we work for. It’s not just because I don’t know, it’s because I have honestly never cared enough to look. The things I know about you are the things I have seen in the last few weeks. Me insulting you is a result of your actions around me.”
She shrugs, and lays back against the single pillow that she had found acceptable enough to keep on the bed.
Court: “It’s because I don’t like being wrong, but you can continue to be if you want.”
Ty: “No, you insulting me is because you have some hidden insecurities and it gives you power. But you know what, I am done with you. The only thing I am sorry for is giving you the benefit of the doubt. Get the fuck out of my room!”
He then stands, crossing his arms over his chest.
Ty: “And you can rent your own car to the airport tomorrow too.”
There is nothing jovial or good natured about Ty now. He is past caring about her now. She looks him in the eye, and shrugs her shoulders.
Court: “No.”
It was a simple response, and she almost lets it stay at just the single word, but Ty looks to explode at her again. Before he can, she cuts him off with the same even tone from before.
Court: “Like it or not, and I’m pretty sure we can chalk that up to a not, you are responsible for me being here. You don’t get to fuck up the travel plans and then leave me on the side of the road. That’s not going to happen.”
He makes a motion towards his makeshift bed on the floor.
Court: “Deal with it.”
Ty sighs angrily. She was right and he couldn't argue his own nature. As much as he wanted to throttle her, he couldn't leave her. He pouts, sitting back down on the pallet of thin, scratchy blankets. He mumbles,
Ty: “I didn't fuck up, that is all on Chester.”
He lays down. She doesn't bother arguing with him, instead tries her best to quiet her mind to sleep, however Ty was restless. He flipped and turned and grunted every few minutes trying to get comfortable. She doesn't want to admit that she feels bad for him on some minute level. He had given her the bed without protest but her pride seemed to be worth more than his comfort.
Court: “For fuck’s sake, can you just sit still?”
She turned over onto her back, having been on the verge of sleep before his most recent attempt to get comfortable.
Court: “It’s like listening to bugs crawl around in the walls or something, which they probably are. How are you can be restless after this hell hole of a night is beyond me.”
Ty sighs, propping himself up on his elbow.
Ty: “Says the girl with the bed and her own blankie. Monogramed and everything. Don't worry, I heard that it's easy to get rid of bed bugs once you get them but its the bites that really irritate you the most.”
He chuckles.
Court: “The floors are carpeted, asshole. Any bugs on me are already entrenched so deep in that floor, and those blankets, that you aren’t ever going to be able to get rid of them when you get up.”
She tried to let the rest of his words slip away, but found her willpower was fading from her need to sleep.
Court: “...and I bought it in Disney because I liked it, and it is cute so leave me alone.”
He laughs loudly and genuinely.
Ty: “I like Eeyore. I bought a shirt. So your secret is safe with me.”
He is quiet for a moment before he is once again tossing and turning. Court finally sits up and looks down at him on the floor.
Court: “Alright. Enough. I can’t take it anymore.”
She goes to work moving her blanket off of the side of the bed closest to him, and slides her pillow to one side, instead of being in the center.
Court: “You can sleep up here, but be afraid…”
She can only see his outline in the dark, but tries to find the rough placement of his eyes.
Court: “Come across the middle, and I will kick you.”
Ty stands, throwing the pillow into the empty spot.
Ty: “I have no desire to come across to your side, princess.”
He lays down, and looks up at the ceiling. It is Courtney that sighs this time.
Court: “I’m not a princess, far from it. They always have someone trying to take care of them. That’s not something I need.”
He rolls onto his side, studying her.
Ty: “I know you have a heart inside that icy exterior. If I were interested I might try to find it.”
She gets a bit defensive.
Court: “Aren't you one of those guys that is interested in every chick.”
Ty: “Not everyone. Only ones that are actually interested back. I recently gave up trying to appeal to women who won't give me the time of day.”
Courtney normally would not let her guard down, but like Ty, she was too tired to try.
Court: “You’re not hard on the eyes so I wouldn't say there was no interest… assuming you are not always this big of a fuck up.”
She hopes that her move to backpedal would take the focus off of what she had let slip just before. It was also a good thing that the room is too dark for him to see her blush. It allows her to turn so that they are face-to-face without feeling the need to hide.
Ty: “You are way prettier than Mikah by the way. Just thought you should know, definitely worthy of princess...”
Without warning she grabs his face and kisses him quickly. When she moves away, Ty is in shock. His mouth moves as if to speak but she puts a finger over his lips.
Court: “Don't ruin it.”
Ty nods and moves to his back again, afraid to say anything and this time it's Courtney who tosses back and forth.
Court: “On second thought...”
She is quick and before Ty can properly react she is sliding on top of him.
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The West-Ward Blogicles
Season 2, Entry #8 -- “Icelandic Dreams”
Before you see the face of the host, Ty West, a eerie Rhythm plays and once the singing begins, a text appears on the bottom of the screen indicating that the song is “Play Dead" by Icelandic star, Bjork. Finally, the beautiful face of our hero appears and offers a causal, lopsided smile to the fans watching the video.
Ty: “I was doing some research this last week.”
Found out some interesting facts about Fenris’ home country. Did you know Iceland is a country that only really has one month that actually melts the snow? And we all thought Canada was filled with snow dogs and tundra.”
He chuckles and shakes his head.
Ty: “Sorry Canada, you know I got nothing but love for you.”
He resumes his fact-telling results.
Ty: “Also, Iceland is a mountainous and actively volcanic place. The whole center of it is lava fields. I guess that is why people from Iceland seem so easily angered. I would be mad too if my country could be engulfed at any moment.”
Ty stretches his hands widely and shouts, ‘Kaboom’
Ty: “All gone in meer minutes. I would be grumpy and miserable like Fenris too if that was on my mind. Did you also know the population of my home city of Tucson is almost double that of the entire country of Iceland? Yeah, I was surprised by that too. I guess, given the size of the country, it would be higher.”
He taps his chin, a thoughtful glance passes through his clear blue eyes.
Ty: “So since Iceland’s population is the same as a small city, the people there must know who my opponent is by now. When the country’s most famous people are Bjork and a bunch of poets, I can only imagine how excited they must be about Fenris’ success, but is it really
his success?”
Suddenly, the video changes to a simultaneous montage of Courtney pinning her opponents before flashing back to Ty’s lovely face.
Ty: “I mean up until now, Fenris has not had any singles matches and even then, the reason he is currently #1 Contender to the Heavyweight title is because his partner did most of the heavy lifting.”
His face has gone completely serious now as the playful start has switched gears.
Ty: “Courtney did all of the winning for their team in the opening rounds. Yes, it’s true, he got the pin that won them the tournament, but he would not have even gotten that far if not for Courtney's obvious talent. Could he have made it without Courtney there to make Otaki tap out in her first match ever? Could he have gotten out of the second round unscated if not for Court pinning the Bombshell Roulette Champion? I don’t think we can count pinning a midget at the end as doing much work, but I could be wrong.”
He smirks for a second before returning to a straight stare.
Ty: “Honestly, that tournament feels bogus to me anyway. You have a mixed tag where you are stuck to rules where you cannot face the opposite gender partner. Like in this case, if you are lucky enough to be paired with a great partner, it is an easy ride to the top, but can’t say I am surprised. From what I have seen lately when it comes to deserving titles, whether you did work or not doesn't seem to count. It is simply a right time, right place. So congratulations Fenris on needing a woman to carry you to the finish line.”
He gives a heady laugh before realizing how misogynistic it sounds and quickly corrects himself.
Ty: “If that sounds chauvinistic, I don't mean it to be. In fact, I have a tremendous amount of respect for the women in this company. I’d even say they work harder than the men around here. But you know, I cannot discredit that Fenris seems to be
the guy to beat in SCW now but yet nobody has been gunning for his head. He holds the keys to this city but there is no one talking about him. Not even our Heavyweight champion.”
(*Great back peddle Ty*)
Ty: “Fenris may have gotten his opportunity to steal the crown but he doesn't have the star power to keep people interested. The fact that he has a total disregard for the fans is one thing. The other is that even though he knows English, he still refuses to use it. Instead he’s been relying on his translator/brother to talk for him. He hides behind it like a mask. It’s pretty obvious when Aron tries to tone it down and keep things peaceful, but it gives off the impression that Fenris is nothing if not disingenuous. How do we even know if Aron is repeating anything close to what Fenris is actually saying? Fact is, we don't. We have to trust it. Frankly, I have lost my trust in anyone that works here. The design is simple, Dog-eat-dog and fuck everyone else, so guess what? It starts on Sunday.”
(*Woah! Wait just a cotton-pickin-minute...*)
Ty: “I am not saying I would make a better head honcho just yet either. But I suppose we will see how that all turns out. You never know in this company, I have already seen some strange matches and no one has respect for each other. I have quickly been made to see that it is perfectly acceptable to do whatever it takes to get what I want. Sure, there are some lines I refuse to cross but they are... few. I am going to make an example of every guy they put in the ring with me though. Dignity. Self-respect. These are but a few of the things way more valuable than a title.”
(*We believe you Ty! #TyForPrez*)
Ty: “I want to take this match as a test for both of us. Especially since I refuse to even talk about the Roulette title until it has been relieved of its current holder. Maybe Mark and Christian are watching me to see how I do against bigger opponents in a match which gives both of us a fair start. Or, it could very well be that they think that I have had a touch of bad luck when it comes to the bumbling idiot twins, so maybe I was a good first singles win for Fenris. Whatever the motivation, there is much at stake for us both.”
Ty moves back from the camera. He doesn't look any less serious but you can tell that he has reassured himself about his motivations going into this match.
Ty: “I am not sorry that I made an example of that kid last week. In fact, I hope that it showed everyone in the locker room that I don't hold back. I would have rathered face Aaron and it be a fair advantage sizewise for us both. Not sure what befell him travel wise but I still respect him and would very much like to put our skills to the test in a ring, once he can manage to be at a show. “
He gives a carefree shrug of his shoulders.
Ty: “Kavanaugh is just another cocky kid thinking some success in another company affords him some kind of notoriety and it will instil fear into the hearts of his opponents. I am not intimidated by anyone, especially anyone gainfully employed by SCW.”
A smile spreads over his face now, that arrogant and confident demeanor returning to ease the tension from his neck & shoulders.
Ty: “Regardless of the outcome, I will not be headed out the door. I am well aware that you have to take the losses with the wins. But it is rather interesting that despite me having two losses against me, neither match ended with my shoulders on the mat or me tapping in defeat. Neither one was a normal, standard contest. But yet in the singles matches I have been in, I have dominated. Judging on what we have seen of Fenris, in the small amount of onscreen ring-time we have been able to witness, he is a solid opponent. I just don't think there is enough of it to start thinking I am the one considered the underdog in this equation.”
(*His confidence is so sexy... *sigh*)
Ty: “I suppose the arrogant part of my ego is hoping that he is intimidated by me. Even if it is a small piece, it will satisfy that need in my brain. I refuse to believe that I will lose on Sunday. Maybe it is a fault, or maybe it is just a guy that has trained his ass off to be the best continuing to strive to be THE best. I am starting to think that Kahlan should have included “on a pole” and “blind mice” matches into our repertoire though.”
He is all cocky smiles now. Ty West is such a rollercoaster of emotions. It really shows his range, don’t you think?
Ty: “Needless to say I will be examining that roulette wheel and learning the ins and outs of all the special matches. I will not be caught off guard again.”
He picks up the camera and starts walking. In the background the track of a roller coaster is now seen.
Ty: “In a way, this is the type of match I need. I needed a match against someone that has some clout with the bosses. So even if a win slips through my fingers, they are both going to see what I am capable of. They cannot judge how well I perform only based on a ladder match and another of me with my eyes covered.”
He suddenly stops, apparently waiting in line.
Ty: “This match will be anticipated by the fans and my opponent might not care about that, but I do. My job, first and foremost, is to entertain them so as long as a fulfil that part of my job, the other stuff will settle into place in time. Not that I am going to lose though.”
(*We have faith in you Ty!*)
Ty: “Fenris better be properly prepared for me. There will not be a partner there to save his ass this time. Take care my West-enders, until we meet again.”
Ty gives a wink before the camera turns to see that he is next to get on
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Bannington Creative Management
Los Angeles, California
Friday, June 15
9:03 AM
Chester Bannington, Esquire (Because he is one of a kind) has the kind of smile that causes a cold chill to run down your spine. It was not genuine and it always made you feel dirty, even someone like Ty West who was watching this smile presently. Chester taps his fingers on his desk.
Chester: “What am I going to do with you, Tyler?”
Ty was not worried about it. He knew Chester would never drop him. As much as the agent liked to brag about having big clients, he could never actually name them which lead Ty to believe they were not as big of talents as he claimed.
Ty: “I guess you will just have to accept me for who I am Chester.”
Chester stops drumming his fingers to look up at his client. His eyes seem to penetrate him to his very core.
Chester: “Tyler, you pay me to manage your career. My job is to make sure that you are taken care of. I had to pull a lot of strings to get you included in that ladder match. Mind you the rest of this was all your own doing, which greatly impresses me, but, your childish stunt has set you right back to square one!”
He slams his fist on the mahogany desk. It rattles a couple picture frames and a coffee mug with an inch of dust on the handle.
Chester: “But it’s no matter now. Nothing can be done about it. All you can do is just use this next match to get you back in the owners good graces. Next thing you know, you’ll be pushing those two twatwaffles toward the exit sign.”
Ty tries to hold in his laughter. He usually did not agree with Chester’s bullying tactics but in this case, ‘twatwaffles’ was an accurate description of the two guys he had been trying to beat while blind.
Chester: “I don’t really give a rats ass if you don’t want to face them, Tyler. It is your duty to your fans... what is it you call them? Westenders?”
Chester shakes his head with a condescending chuckle. This breaks Ty’s patience with his agent.
Ty: “And I don’t give a rats ass what you think about it, Chester. You are not the one out there putting your body on the line. I am. You are not the one having to deal with these guys. I am just tired of hearing their same tired rhetoric over and over again. It’s like a copy and paste only the names are changed. I would rather just wait until they are done going back and forth and they have played out all their rematch clauses. It will happen. Neither of them have much to offer.”
Chester’s brown eyes go wide and he opens his mouth to argue when Ty interrupts him.
Ty: “I spent a whole evening with someone who did nothing but put me down and because I am a nice guy I just grinned and beared it. I tried to be a gentleman. I tried to argue it but she’s just so... “
He stops, realizing that the memories were still haunting him. Not just of Courtney blowing him off at the airport, but of what had happened only hours before that. He could honestly say he didn’t regret it. Chester watches him and then that same creepy, pedo smile comes over his lips again.
Chester: “Ty, you are the best player I know but you got outplayed, didn’t you? That sweet little face and rocking body lured you right in. Then you tried to do the right thing and she threw it all back at you.”
He slaps the table again and laughs. Ty is annoyed by this but keeps his mouth shut.
Chester: “You gotta give me details... I’ve watched her promos, she seems like such a frigid bitch I can’t imagine what she’d be like between those sheets....”
Ty has had enough. He stands, towering over the petite man. He leans down so that his face is only a few centimetres from Chester’s and stares right into his eyes, freezing his laugh in place and shutting him up with just the stare.
Ty: “It’s none of your business, Chester. I am not talking about what happened with us in that motel room so you can keep your misogynist opinions to yourself. Despite Courtney’s poor attitude, she doesn’t deserve what you are dishing out. I gotta go. I can’t even stand looking at you...”
Ty straightens and turns, walking to the door.
Chester: “You’re going to make the Title thing right. Do you hear me Tyler? You better be challenging for a title soon or I will make your life hell and hers too... mark my words...”
Ty can’t hear anything else as he’s walked right out the door and toward the bank of elevators in the building. Once he is on the car, he leans back against the wall and lets out a large exhale. It wasn’t like him to get so angry. It also wasn’t like him to defend a woman he had slept with either. Usually it was one or two dates and he would break it off, but Courtney had been cold. It had threw him off and it left him wondering if something different had happened in Texas. Something he didn't expect. But he didn’t have time to think about it right now.
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