DIRTY AMERICAN DREAM Alaska. I’ve been up for about an hour now. I made and attempt at sleep but it was no good. Ignoring the cracked ribs, the concussion, all the other bruises and cuts, I still can’t sleep. My mouth is dry but that’s the pot. My eyes itch but that’s something else. I can’t stop gazing at Bronwen. The wife. The ring. The everything. I get up and head to the window… The frosted landscape is glowing under the moon light. I pop a cigarette in my mouth. The Universal Title is in my peripheral vision; a sliver of moonlight makes it shine. I glance at it, lighting up my cigarette. That title is what separates me from everyone else in Fight One. They see me with crosshairs in their eyes. It’s the way it should be though. I smirk as I exhale. “No Walshie boy, Not ever.” I turn to Bronwen; she rolls over. Bronwen. What a gal. Not only does she put up with every twist and turn but she comes out swinging. She faced arguably the best wrestler in Fight One and came out on top. I want to go to her but something nags at me. “Who the fuck does this Gemini think he is?” I rumble. “A masked bozo with a death wish.” Bronwen mutters, still half asleep. “He’s…” “A fucktard.” She pats the bed, “Come to bed.” “I’m still worried about Seth.” I open the window and flick my ash outside, I lean forward against the window sill. “What did you do to him?” “Nothing.” Bronwen comes up behind me, wrapping her arms around me. She kisses my shoulder blade and leans her cheek against my skin. I let her warmth soak in. “He’ll be fine. He needs time for himself just like everyone else.” She takes a drag off my cigarette and hands it back to me. “It’s nothing. Nothing at all.” I spin around and wrap my arms around her waist and we kiss. I close my eyes closing out everything I’ve done and seen in the past week. She’s all I can taste and feel. I squeeze her. “I think you assumed this life would be a lot scarier.” I whisper. “Shut the fuck up.” She whimpers. In the hush of it all the thoughts still provoke chills. My ribs scream against her grip but I bite my tongue. She’s so much all at once. I use to imagine being alone. I never felt a ring on my finger. I always assumed that I’d end in some tragedy but right now I couldn’t care less. I simply couldn’t care less. I know on the horizon lie many dangers. Superiority Complex’s brand of danger is nothing compared to the danger of No Cash Value. I don’t mean that as an insult either—it’s truth. I honestly don’t know what to expect. Her hands are all over me. I could eat her. “Now don’t let it get boring.” She grabs me. “I won’t hassle you with boring.” I groan. “Don’t waste my time with predictability either.” She tugs—drawing me closer. “Never predictable.” We kiss. “Never ever.” Bronwen pulls me onto the bed. I suppose it’s only right to be honest with myself in times like these. No matter how bad things get, no matter how many friends disappear or buildings fucken burn, nothing could phase the purity I feel. I’m bleeding out all of this pain with Bronwen by my side. Both of our broken bodies can still come together and no matter how sore or out of whack… She’s back on the bed and I’m over the top of her and we’re eye to eye. I close my eyes and feel her hot breath against my lips. One month down and how many to go. How many do I have left. How long can I keep this up? I’m well aware of the dangers of the sport but what I’m talking about is mentally, or something like that. The locker room is full of liars and thieves that will do anything to get one up on the Champion. The one with the target on his back. That’s me. Havoc’s one of them. Don’t worry, he’ll get his. Walsh is null but Lucas Knight and Nicolas Jaxx might want some more of me. Yeah. I’ll give ‘em hell. The two I can’t stop thinking about. The ones that, like Bronwen, share No Cash Value with me. Seth Dryden and Johnny Lukas. The two tied for Number One Contender. Yeah. We’ll worry about them later. I open my eyes to Bronwen’s smirk. I kiss her lips softly and chuckle. “We’re kids playing house.” “Lets be kids playing doctor next.” Bronwen winks.
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