The Cruiserweight

by L. Anne Carrington

  CHAPTER 41

  On the Saturday afternoon Brett was scheduled to wrestle for Squared Circle Express, Kyra dropped by his hotel. They hadn’t seen each other since the previous July, even though they spoke on the phone as often as their schedules permitted.

  He gave her a hug. “To whom do I owe for this pleasant surprise?”

  “I have a week off between bookings and I knew you were having a show tonight. I wanted to come and give you my support.”

  “Well, I won’t complain about getting visits from a beautiful woman, since it doesn’t happen very often.”

  “You’re charming as always. Is it true they changed your opponent for tonight?”

  “Yeah, I was supposed to have a single’s match with Norman Young, but at almost the last minute, Gil thought it would be a good idea to toss me in with The Hipsters for us to face three other guys ‘to be announced.’ Sometimes I hate when he does that shit, because it gives me less time to prepare.”

  “You’ve done last-minute work before and always came out well.”

  “Most of those times, I was jobbing.”

  “A few times, the powers that be let you win.”

  “True, but the way things have gone for me over the last six months, I wouldn’t want to go back to the days before I was released.”

  “Me neither! Sure, I make less money with my current gigs than I did before I lost my own contract, but I’m a lot happier since I’m free to wrestle the way I want instead of parading around a ring half-naked to draw in horny teenage boys for ratings when I wasn‘t being scrutinized for my weight.”

  “At least in the independents, few guys see the women as eye candy and sluts only there for a cheap lay.”

  “That’s so true. Most guys I’ve worked with on some of my bookings have been really sweet. They don’t care if I weigh one-thirty, and it’s been so nice getting booked in some high-quality matches without having to fuck most of the talent roster, the writing team, or upper management.”

  “Another joy of the independents, none of the power games bullshit. You should also consider Orlando Wrestling. No having to kiss management‘s ass for even the smallest favor, the schedule’s lighter, I’m able to work for them and do some independent shows, and Stephanie Cross is one of the best people I’ve worked for since Graham Sobeck and Gil Preston. Why don’t you give her a call? I’ll be happy to put in a good word for you.”

  “I’ll do it when I get back to my room. You’d really vouch for me?”

  “That’s what friends do, sugar. It would be cool to work with a woman who has one of the best asses in this business again.”

  “Brett, stop, you’re making me blush.”

  “Only telling it how it is.”

  “Oh! I forgot to tell you, I talked to her about a week ago.”

  “Who?”

  “Karen.”

  Oh, shit. “How did that happen?”

  “The night you had your Orlando Wrestling debut match. She interviewed me awhile back, and we sort of hit it off and I kept her number. We talked a long time, so stuff about you, and about each other. She knows.”

  “Knows about what?”

  “Both about you and I being ‘friends with benefits’ before you got serious with her…and me being bisexual.”

  “Oh, God, Kyra. Why did you have to tell her? She’s going to kill my ass.”

  “On the contrary, Karen was really cool. I think she was curious about the bi thing, because we talked about it for a long time. I told her about my last girlfriend.”

  “Do not bring up her name in front of me. I still say that whore was part of the reason I got fired outside of the pot problem. She’s lucky I didn’t go to her current boyfriend about her fucking women behind his back. If you weren’t involved with her at the time, I’d had no problem telling him the whole story. On a more pleasant topic, how is life with your husband?”

  “Kent’s been a lot better these days,” she said. “It’s almost like we’d just gotten married all over again. He‘s even hinting at another threesome.”

  “Then how come you’re here?” he teased.

  “Who says we didn’t have wild and sweaty sex this morning?”

  “Jesus Christ, TMI.”

  “With the filthy mind you have sometimes, you wouldn‘t have minded watching.”

  Brett kissed her cheek. “I was just messing with you, sweetheart. But these days, I tend to think more about Karen while I’m rubbing one out than ordering porn.”

  “Ugh, now who’s TMI?” She made a face.

  “Since when do my tales of jacking off make you cringe? Have you forgotten that was when you came to my room crying about your husband being an ass while I was in the middle of stroking and you all but caught me?”

  “Yeah. We ended up drunk and going to bed.”

  “The beginning of a great friendship.”

  “Then you met Karen and I decided to work on my marriage. So…have you ever thought about it?”

  “Hell no! I told you I don’t do dick, so a three-way with you and Kent is out.”

  “I was going to ask if you ever thought about being with two women. Come on, Brett, that turns on every man I’ve known.”

  “Maybe before Karen, but now I wouldn’t even consider that shit.”

  “Not even if the two were me and her?”

  Brett was taken aback by her suggestion. “I can’t believe what I just heard. Kyra, what the fuck?”

  “Come on, you’ve been given consent by Orlando Wrestling to work the show in Pittsburgh with me, so what would be better post-show festivities than a hot time with both of us in bed with you, or did you have plans to jerk off while watching Big Time Sluts again?”

  “Hey, that’s my favorite chubby chick porn. There’s only a couple of problems with your little plan for a three-way. Karen’s straight and wouldn’t she have to know about your intention to rape me?”

  “She and I discussed it, so I know about her being straight. As for the ‘raping you’ part, last I heard, one can’t rape the willing. You think I haven’t done threesomes before with straight girls? Most of the time, they end up liking me doing them before their men join in as much as my bisexual partners. It isn’t like you haven’t had sex with Karen or me before.”

  “Yeah, just not at the same time. When in the hell did you think of that idea anyway?”

  “After I had the interview with Karen. Then I saw a picture of you two together online awhile back, I think it was after one of the Dragonfly shows or something. God, you said she was a bigger girl, but zilch about her being so pretty, having a big ass, and great set of boobs I love.”

  “Because I knew you’d try to hit on her, and I wasn’t in the mood to share with either guys or chicks, be they close friends or otherwise.”

  “I did anyway, and I think she’s interested. I can’t wait to get her clothes off and do all kinds of things.”

  “You’re saving some for me. She’s my girlfriend, lady.”

  “Such a possessive little man. So you’ll consider a night with us? I‘ll promise good time, and neither of you will regret it.”

  “Jesus. People say I have pervert tendencies. Let’s just see what Karen decides and go from there.”

  She walked to the door. “Something tells me she’ll be up to something new. I’ll see you at the show and maybe we can have dinner after.”

  “Works for me. Thanks for the visit. Maybe we can call Karen later too.”

  “Ooooh, can’t wait!”

  “May I remind you it’ll be a three-way phone call,” Brett said with a grin right before she left.

  CHAPTER 42

  While preparing for his Squared Circle Express match that evening, Brett downed an entire soda in two minutes before tossing the empty can into a recycling bin. “Perfect shot! Two points!“ he yelled before letting out a loud belch.

  Justin Jacobs made a face and began to laugh. “Could you be more fucking obnoxious?”

  “What‘s your problem?”


  “Jesus, Kerrigan. How did you land a woman, and how does she put up with you?”

  “Be thankful he didn’t fart,” Mark Jacobs replied. “From what Patrick’s told me, the little man here puts the ‘deadly’ in ‘silent but deadly’.”

  “As if Pat and you clowns never farted,” Brett shook his head. “How did the three of us get thrown together at the last minute?”

  “Gil’s idea after your scheduled challenger had to back out because he’d signed with another company,” Mark answered. “He thought we worked so well at the last show, he’d book us again.”

  “Better you two than some ass wipe fresh out of wrestling school.”

  “Oh yeah,” Justin said. “Gil said something about a surprise being in store. We tried to get more information out of him, but he wouldn’t budge.” He then explained the story line to Brett. “We’re supposed to leave a part in the middle open for the surprise.”

  Brett groaned. “Why do people insist on torturing me at the last minute? First the entry in the Orlando Wrestling pay-per-view, and now this.”

  “Oh, I think you’re going to dig this,” Mark said.

  “You know what’s going to happen?”

  “Well, yeah, it’s part of the story.”

  “Why didn’t Gil say anything to me?”

  “Because you’re part of the surprise, man. Iif you’re going to know what it is, we need to get our asses out to the ring.”

  *****

  Square Circle Express’ Tag Team champions The Hipsters accompanied Brett to the ring. Justin Jacobs said he'd like to tell a story. “A few years ago, we started out right here in Los Angeles and we didn‘t know anything about the wrestling business.”

  “Two and a half years later,” Mark said, “we became bigger than the business and this It took leaving this shitty city for a beautiful place like Orlando. We hang out with the best people in the business, and doing that, Jus and I have realized that this generation belongs to us.”

  “While on that, we need to get rid of some baggage,” Justin replied before both men attacked Brett. Within minutes, the crowd’s cheers thundered through the small venue when Patrick Sanchez-Garcia hit the ring in street clothes and helped Brett—who was thrilled to see his best friend and former tag team partner—clear the ring. So this was the surprise!

  Patrick grabbed a microphone. “You know, I happen to live here in Los Angeles,” he told the crowd. “Brett Kerrigan is my best friend and I’ve watched him from the beginning. I think as well as my buddy has done, he needs some more motivation. Therefore, I’m reuniting with him tonight for a match against The Hipsters.”

  “Fuck The Hipsters!” a couple of fans yelled from the stands. The statement evolved into a chant that Patrick encouraged until it filled the entire building.

  Brett spotted Gil Preston. “Gil, you heard Pat. We want The Hipsters, and we want them tonight. Make the match!”

  Gil gave a curt nod and complied with the request. Brett and Patrick’s promo segment ended afterward. “This is going to be good,” Patrick muttered as they headed backstage away from the crowd.

  “Hell, yeah,” Brett said. “Going to be like old times. I owe Gil a huge thanks for thinking of this idea.”

  “He sort of had help, dude.”

  “You were in on this whole thing with Justin and Mark?”

  “I kind of suggested a one-on-one match with you, but Gil thought the tag team thing would be a better idea.”

  Brett patted his shoulder and laughed. “Probably because he knew I’d mop up the ring with you.”

  Patrick opened his locker to change into his ring gear. “More like the other way around, Chef Boy Are You Short.”

  “We’ll see. Thanks for chiming in the idea, man. It’s great working with your happy ass again.”

  “Feeling’s mutual. Now let’s go kick some hippie ass and show the world that being former world tag champions for almost a year wasn’t a fluke.”

  *****

  When their match came up on the card later that evening, Patrick came out dressed in a bizarre space costume, Brett accompanying him. The Hipsters arrived to a bubblegum-themed song, which made the crowd laugh out loud. The bell had just rung when Patrick and Brett attacked their opponents and it became a full-blown brawl.

  “You fight like a girl!” Brett taunted Jason.

  “Who’s a girl?“ Mark asked as he began working Brett over.

  Patrick yelled “Get off of him!“ He grabbed Mark by the hair and speared him in the center, but Jason grabbed Patrick in a front face lock. The Hipsters worked the pair over before stood triumphant. “What a pair of losers!” Mark called out with a laugh.

  “We rule! Orlando rules!” Jason cried in response to the loud crowd boos, which generated even more heat.

  Brett rose from the floor and attacked both Hipsters, running them off from the crowd. Patrick caught Mark and went for a test of strength, causing Mark to back down. Brett charged both in the corner. Mark and Patrick locked up, and Mark worked him over his shoulder blocks in the corner. “Try getting out of this, old man,” he grunted.

  “You asked for it, fucker,” Patrick replied before he hit a body press out of the corner, the a running dropkick for a two count. Jason tagged in and nailed Patrick with several strikes. After a failed double team on Patrick, he made a comeback and soon it was he and Brett working over Mark.

  “Hey, Mark, does this tickle?” Brett asked when he nailed a double stomp on him. Brett’s offense was soon overwhelmed when Jason held him in the corner. Mark did a perfect cartwheel, stopped and raked Brett’s back. He was close to making a tag to Patrick, but Jason ambushed Patrick from behind. They tried to get an armpit spot on Brett, but he tricked Mark into taking it instead.

  Patrick charged Jason, but was kicked. Jason went for a springboard DDT, but Patrick escaped. He tagged in Brett, who nailed super kicks on him, followed with a wheelbarrow and face buster combination for a two count. Mark power bombed Brett into Jason’s knees for good measure before being covered for a two count.

  The fans were chanting throughout the entire match. "This is awesome!" rang through the building.

  The Hipsters went for their double back flip into dropkicks, but Patrick moved and drop kicked both men at once. He went to the top and nailed a diving knee drop for a two count, setting up Brett for the Slice of Kerrigan before Patrick executed a perfect shooting star press and the winning pin.

  Brett went over to help Patrick up and raised his arm. “Nice to have you back in my corner again, bro, even if it’s for one night.”

  Patrick grabbed him, pulling him into a tight hug. “It’s been fun, amigo.”

  “Jesus, let up on the bear hug a bit. Breathing is an issue.”

  “I love you, man.”

  “Love you too, but you’re not my type. Get your hand off of my ass.”

  “Mmm, nice and plump. I could sit a drink on that round fucker.”

  “Lay off the goods.” Brett took the microphone that was handed to them and addressed the crowd. “Sorry you all had to witness my partner’s wandering hands.”

  “Can’t blame him!” someone shouted.

  “Yeah, sweetheart, I’m sure. Too bad he’s the wrong gender.” He raised Patrick’s arm. “In all seriousness, show my man some love for his part in tonight‘s match!”

  The crowd cheered their approval with enthusiasm as the two men hugged once more before making their way backstage.

  “We going out?” Patrick called over the spray of their respective showers a short time later.

  “Got to do the meet and greet thing first.”

  “Oh yeah, forgot about that. Outside of wresting, those are the best part of our shows.”

  “Because you like to hit on all the pretty girls,” Brett teased.

  “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, dude.”

  “I’ve known you a long time, so I have a very good idea of how you operate.”

  “You’re just jealous. Speaking of women
, hear from yours?”

  “I was thinking of calling Karen sometime tomorrow. It’s late there, so she’s probably in bed.”

  “Leave a message anyway. There’s supposed to be a bad snow storm headed towards the East Coast.”

  Brett stepped out of his shower stall, wrapping a towel around his waist. “Are you serious?”

  “Dude, don’t you watch the Weather Channel?”

  “On second thought, it may not be a bad idea to get in touch with her. Thanks for the heads up.”

  Patrick began drying his hair. “What are friends for?”

  “On second thought, it may not be a bad idea to get in touch with her. Thanks for the heads up.”

  Patrick began drying his hair. “What are friends for?”

  “I also promised to give Kyra a call, maybe she can buzz Karen if I can‘t get through. We were going to hang out after the show, but she called earlier to let me know her in-laws were in town and she had to change her plans.”

  “Christ, Brett, you’ve had a steady woman almost a year and you’re still banging Kyra at every chance? Some idea of commitment.”

  “Not that it’s any of your business, but we haven’t been fucking. I’d also like to add that Karen knows about my and Kyra’s past history, and she’s cool with it. They’ve even become friends.”

  “Wait a minute…how did you manage to tell your woman about your booty call on the side and still have your balls intact?”

  “I wasn’t the one who told her. Kyra did.” Little do you know she also suggested a threesome with Karen and me. “Quit calling Kyra my booty call.”

  “Well, she was when she wasn’t doing everyone else.”

  “You’re as bad as those other assholes. First, Kyra isn’t as big of a slut as people make her. Why is it when a guy likes to screw around, he’s a stud, yet a chick has a good sex drive, all of the sudden, she’s a whore? Ever stop to think she’d slept with some guys against her own principles?”

  “Okay, okay, don’t get your tighty whities in a wad. I just heard shit from when we all worked together, that’s all.”