Post by Skye on Feb 12, 2011 21:58:45 GMT -5
(January 30)
Skye hung the garment bag up in open locker and looked around. They sure had nice conditions for the ladies here in Seattle. Checking the clock on the wall, she saw she had plenty of time for Sonny’s errand before getting dressed for the show. She unzipped the bag and reached into a pocket behind the dress inside, to pull out a manila envelope. Leaving the quiet and clean ladies area, she walked down the back halls of the arena to the men’s locker area. The smell of sweat, and unwashed clothing permeated the air. A hum of conversation also lingered here. Finding Jack Bull’s room wasn’t hard, as an enlarged version of his logo was taped to the door. Skye knocked discreetly. From within, she heard a loud “YO, come on in.” so, she … went on in.
Jack looked up from the bench, where he was pulling his gear out of a black sports bag. He looked pleasantly surprised at seeing her, “Well, hello there Red, what brings you down here?” He leaned back a little and crossed his arms over his chest, giving her a slow once-over. Smiling, he met her gaze again.
“Sonny asked me to give you the proofs from your photo shoot,” Skye held out the envelope to him with a small shake of her head and a tired sigh, she hated being called ‘Red’, “Pick the ones you want used, and have your publicist call Sonny back. They can work out the details for getting the prints made.”
He took the envelope from her and stuck it nonchalantly in the side pocket of the bag on the floor, before looking back up at her, “Aw, so you didn’t come here on a social visit then? Damn.”
Skye shook her head again and turned to walk out the door, “Nope, strictly business, Jack.”
He thought a moment, and asked with slightly narrowed eyes, “Did your friend Sonny even give you my card?”
“Yes, he gave it to me.” Stopping with her hand on the doorknob, she faced Jack again, “This isn’t an appropriate time for me to get involved with anyone new.” Her face softened, “I’m sorry.”
Jack recovered quickly, and waved away her concern, “No worries Skye. I was just thinking me and you could hook up for some fun some time. The way you shape up in those dresses, I have a hard time concentrating on my matches” He deliberately tilted his head and scribed the curve of her hips and butt with his eyes several times. Heaving a sigh that said it all, he grinned as he caught her eyes again
Skye struggled to hide her shock as she watched him mentally undressing her. She wondered how Sonny could have gotten such a wrong idea about Jack. When he handed her the card, he’d said that Jack sounded like he was interested in taking her out on a date. She tried to keep a bland look on her face, hoping Jack would read it as nonchalance.
She pulled open the door, and as she stepped into the hall, looked back over her shoulder and arched an eyebrow at him, “I’ll think about that if I ever want to call someone for a quick fuck.” The door thudded closed behind her.
Walking back to her locker as quickly as she could without looking like she was hurrying, Skye muttered to herself things best never heard by the ears of men. Upon reaching the haven of the ladies area, she opened the locker door to get her dress out… and slammed it closed. The door bounced back open and she slammed it closed again, and again. After doing this several times and still not feeling better, she looked around guiltily, then examined the locker door. Satisfied that she was still alone in the room and that she hadn’t done any damage to the locker, she forced herself to relax, took two deep breaths and dug around in her purse for her cell phone, touched the screen until she found the number she wanted, then touched the call button. After several rings she got a voicemail.
“Hi Annie, this is Skye. If you’re still up for a couple drinks after the show tonight, give me a call back. You might get my voice mail if the show’s already started. If it’s a go, I’ll call you when I’m done and we can set up where to meet. It would be great to catch up.” Skye disconnected and tucked her phone back in her purse. One more perk about all the travel with the EUW was that she got to touch base with a lot of her old college girlfriends who had settled down all over the place. Hoping she would hear from her friend before the night was out, Skye set about getting herself ready for the night’s show.
Skye stood by the ring with her arms crossed, barely suppressing a yawn as Chad Kennedy droned on about his new 'Empire'. The matches had at least been more interesting to watch than usual, now that she was starting to understand the moves and holds better and sometimes even thought she could see where the guys made mistakes or took advantage of an opportunity.
This ending to the evening, though, was just plain boring. She perked up a little when Dante took the microphone. The 'Defender of the Innocent and Nubile' always made her smile with his malapropisms and semi-innocent ways. Then the arena went dark. Skye stood stock still, hoping the technical crew would solve the problem or get some emergency lights on ASAP. But the lights flickered back on almost immediately. She started to panic just a bit when the stage curtains caught fire, and like the audience, her attention was mesmerized by the videotron screen and the sentence streaming across it. As the words sunk in, her eyes grew wide, and an ember of hope within her heart flared to life, mimicking the flames on the screen. She noticed a look on Mark Rivera’s face, as if he understood the meaning behind the words, and was not happy about it. She however, was thrilled, but she did her best to keep it to herself.
The videotron stayed dark now, and the crowd got the message that the show was really over for the night. The arena buzzed like a hive with a speculative murmur as fans gathered their coats and left. Meanwhile, stage crew members were gleefully spraying the smoking remnants of the stage curtains with foam, flicking the hoses at each other now and then for fun. Once they were satisfied that every cinder had been extinguished, the curtains were taken down, gathered into massive bundles and hauled off to be disposed of.
Now that the commotion was over, the executives, commentaries, and other motley crew around the ring dispersed. Skye headed backstage as well, to the ladies locker room. She was really ready to kick back and relax with Annie for a couple drinks and some girl-chat.
(almost two weeks later)
“I cannot wait for spring. I am so tired of packing for cold weather!” Skye groused to herself as she packed extra layers into her carry-on. Opening her closet, she examined the cleaners’ tags on the various dresses she wore 'on'. By leaving the tags on the hangers, and noting the last place she last wore the dress, Skye made sure she didn’t wear the same dress too often or in the same location. “I’ll take this green one and as another option… hmmm… its Texas, how about some black jeans, and one of those new sparkly EUW T-shirts. I can wear that with cowboy boots.” She was just zipping them into the garment bag when she heard a light knock at the front door. Whoever it was knocked again just as she was reaching for the knob, causing Skye to wonder if they were very impatient or what. She opened the door to find Allana Sabora standing patiently on the doorstep. “Hi Allana, what’s up? Would you like to come in?” Skye stepped back a little and opened the door invitingly.
Very seriously, Allana replied, “I can’t right now, Skye. I need to get back and help my daddy get ready for his match. He sent me over to tell you that he’ll be ready to talk to you about that magazine article soon.” Allana smiled as she relayed the message, and Skye could see her father in her face, giving her a small glimpse of what he might look like if he was genuinely happy.
Skye nodded at the young girl, “Thank you for bringing me the message, and tell your dad thank you too. I’ll be ready whenever he is.” Before she could ask Allana if she was going to Houston with her dad, the little girl spun away and darted back across the driveway.
She turned to call back to Skye, “Maybe we can go swimming after I help my dad.” Skye nodded at her before closing the door.
“A light at the end of the tunnel. The interview, finally.” Smiling, she went back to her packing. Things might be starting to look up.
Skye hung the garment bag up in open locker and looked around. They sure had nice conditions for the ladies here in Seattle. Checking the clock on the wall, she saw she had plenty of time for Sonny’s errand before getting dressed for the show. She unzipped the bag and reached into a pocket behind the dress inside, to pull out a manila envelope. Leaving the quiet and clean ladies area, she walked down the back halls of the arena to the men’s locker area. The smell of sweat, and unwashed clothing permeated the air. A hum of conversation also lingered here. Finding Jack Bull’s room wasn’t hard, as an enlarged version of his logo was taped to the door. Skye knocked discreetly. From within, she heard a loud “YO, come on in.” so, she … went on in.
Jack looked up from the bench, where he was pulling his gear out of a black sports bag. He looked pleasantly surprised at seeing her, “Well, hello there Red, what brings you down here?” He leaned back a little and crossed his arms over his chest, giving her a slow once-over. Smiling, he met her gaze again.
“Sonny asked me to give you the proofs from your photo shoot,” Skye held out the envelope to him with a small shake of her head and a tired sigh, she hated being called ‘Red’, “Pick the ones you want used, and have your publicist call Sonny back. They can work out the details for getting the prints made.”
He took the envelope from her and stuck it nonchalantly in the side pocket of the bag on the floor, before looking back up at her, “Aw, so you didn’t come here on a social visit then? Damn.”
Skye shook her head again and turned to walk out the door, “Nope, strictly business, Jack.”
He thought a moment, and asked with slightly narrowed eyes, “Did your friend Sonny even give you my card?”
“Yes, he gave it to me.” Stopping with her hand on the doorknob, she faced Jack again, “This isn’t an appropriate time for me to get involved with anyone new.” Her face softened, “I’m sorry.”
Jack recovered quickly, and waved away her concern, “No worries Skye. I was just thinking me and you could hook up for some fun some time. The way you shape up in those dresses, I have a hard time concentrating on my matches” He deliberately tilted his head and scribed the curve of her hips and butt with his eyes several times. Heaving a sigh that said it all, he grinned as he caught her eyes again
Skye struggled to hide her shock as she watched him mentally undressing her. She wondered how Sonny could have gotten such a wrong idea about Jack. When he handed her the card, he’d said that Jack sounded like he was interested in taking her out on a date. She tried to keep a bland look on her face, hoping Jack would read it as nonchalance.
She pulled open the door, and as she stepped into the hall, looked back over her shoulder and arched an eyebrow at him, “I’ll think about that if I ever want to call someone for a quick fuck.” The door thudded closed behind her.
Walking back to her locker as quickly as she could without looking like she was hurrying, Skye muttered to herself things best never heard by the ears of men. Upon reaching the haven of the ladies area, she opened the locker door to get her dress out… and slammed it closed. The door bounced back open and she slammed it closed again, and again. After doing this several times and still not feeling better, she looked around guiltily, then examined the locker door. Satisfied that she was still alone in the room and that she hadn’t done any damage to the locker, she forced herself to relax, took two deep breaths and dug around in her purse for her cell phone, touched the screen until she found the number she wanted, then touched the call button. After several rings she got a voicemail.
“Hi Annie, this is Skye. If you’re still up for a couple drinks after the show tonight, give me a call back. You might get my voice mail if the show’s already started. If it’s a go, I’ll call you when I’m done and we can set up where to meet. It would be great to catch up.” Skye disconnected and tucked her phone back in her purse. One more perk about all the travel with the EUW was that she got to touch base with a lot of her old college girlfriends who had settled down all over the place. Hoping she would hear from her friend before the night was out, Skye set about getting herself ready for the night’s show.
•
Skye stood by the ring with her arms crossed, barely suppressing a yawn as Chad Kennedy droned on about his new 'Empire'. The matches had at least been more interesting to watch than usual, now that she was starting to understand the moves and holds better and sometimes even thought she could see where the guys made mistakes or took advantage of an opportunity.
This ending to the evening, though, was just plain boring. She perked up a little when Dante took the microphone. The 'Defender of the Innocent and Nubile' always made her smile with his malapropisms and semi-innocent ways. Then the arena went dark. Skye stood stock still, hoping the technical crew would solve the problem or get some emergency lights on ASAP. But the lights flickered back on almost immediately. She started to panic just a bit when the stage curtains caught fire, and like the audience, her attention was mesmerized by the videotron screen and the sentence streaming across it. As the words sunk in, her eyes grew wide, and an ember of hope within her heart flared to life, mimicking the flames on the screen. She noticed a look on Mark Rivera’s face, as if he understood the meaning behind the words, and was not happy about it. She however, was thrilled, but she did her best to keep it to herself.
The videotron stayed dark now, and the crowd got the message that the show was really over for the night. The arena buzzed like a hive with a speculative murmur as fans gathered their coats and left. Meanwhile, stage crew members were gleefully spraying the smoking remnants of the stage curtains with foam, flicking the hoses at each other now and then for fun. Once they were satisfied that every cinder had been extinguished, the curtains were taken down, gathered into massive bundles and hauled off to be disposed of.
Now that the commotion was over, the executives, commentaries, and other motley crew around the ring dispersed. Skye headed backstage as well, to the ladies locker room. She was really ready to kick back and relax with Annie for a couple drinks and some girl-chat.
•
(almost two weeks later)
“I cannot wait for spring. I am so tired of packing for cold weather!” Skye groused to herself as she packed extra layers into her carry-on. Opening her closet, she examined the cleaners’ tags on the various dresses she wore 'on'. By leaving the tags on the hangers, and noting the last place she last wore the dress, Skye made sure she didn’t wear the same dress too often or in the same location. “I’ll take this green one and as another option… hmmm… its Texas, how about some black jeans, and one of those new sparkly EUW T-shirts. I can wear that with cowboy boots.” She was just zipping them into the garment bag when she heard a light knock at the front door. Whoever it was knocked again just as she was reaching for the knob, causing Skye to wonder if they were very impatient or what. She opened the door to find Allana Sabora standing patiently on the doorstep. “Hi Allana, what’s up? Would you like to come in?” Skye stepped back a little and opened the door invitingly.
Very seriously, Allana replied, “I can’t right now, Skye. I need to get back and help my daddy get ready for his match. He sent me over to tell you that he’ll be ready to talk to you about that magazine article soon.” Allana smiled as she relayed the message, and Skye could see her father in her face, giving her a small glimpse of what he might look like if he was genuinely happy.
Skye nodded at the young girl, “Thank you for bringing me the message, and tell your dad thank you too. I’ll be ready whenever he is.” Before she could ask Allana if she was going to Houston with her dad, the little girl spun away and darted back across the driveway.
She turned to call back to Skye, “Maybe we can go swimming after I help my dad.” Skye nodded at her before closing the door.
“A light at the end of the tunnel. The interview, finally.” Smiling, she went back to her packing. Things might be starting to look up.
