I just can't resist...

I just can’t resist…

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I wasn’t sure how to react when I got her message. At first I just shrugged it off as another of Bianca’s antics in messing with me, finding a way to get what she wanted at my expense once again. But then I read it for a second time. Then a third. It was not her usual self, I believed every word she said. It sounded… real? No, maybe not that far… But, sincere. Yes, sincere. I just wonder if I was blinded by my feelings for her, or at least, the version of herself she showed me when we were alone and the cameras were off. The version that I’m still not sure whether is the real Bianca or not. I just did not want to believe that the “Queen B” persona was the real Bianca Davis. It just couldn’t be.

But there I was, texting back, agreeing to meet up. I’d be going to her home in Malibu again, a journey I had made so many times. It was a long trip from where I was staying, which gave me plenty of time to doubt whether my decision to meet was a bad one, then to reassure myself I was doing the right thing, then to go back to doubting again. I repeated that cycle a countless amount of times. It was driving me insane and I wasn’t even wearing a mask.

I stood at the door, feeling the deja-vu from the last time I had agreed to meet Bianca here since we broke up. It felt the same, but different too. I was more hopeful this time, more hopeful that maybe there was an inkling of a chance that things could get better for us. I went to knock, but the door opened and there Bianca stood dressed in nothing but black lingerie. I couldn’t resist. We disappeared into her room for the rest of the day and the night. Part of me wishes I could have had some self control, but I can’t battle the part of my mind that finds that woman irresistible.

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Flashback to VOW’s Breakthrough #43.

Ace: Maybe the “Queen B” should have stayed with whatever random guy she most likely spent the night with instead of bothering me.

Many of the fans have an audible reaction to the put down. Ace keeps walking ahead, Bianca trailing behind him.

Bianca: Ace…

She speed walks to catch up with him and puts her hand on his shoulder, her tone more sad and innocent this time as she spoke.

Bianca: Ace I'm sorry. And I'm going to pretend you didn't say that, for our sake.

Watson pushes her hand away, and laughs.

Ace: Our sake??

He shakes his head, and Bianca’s former look of forced sweetness turns to disgust.

Ace: No no no. There is no “our sake.” And I'm not falling for your act again. I don't have time for you, I've got a match tonight.

Ace walks away, knowing Bianca would not follow him this time. She stays stood where she was, a scowl on her face. Bianca shoves her hand into her pocket, and looks to be clenching something as the scene fades to black.

Just after the cameras went off….

Bianca smirked suddenly, still clenching her hand in her denim shorts pocket. Given how their conversation had just ended, a smirk seemed unexpected. That is, until she pulled out from her pocket a crumpled Ace Watson trading card. She looked down at it, smirked wickedly again and then put “Ace” back in her pocket.

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“You want breakfast?” I asked Bianca as she strolled through the living area, past the open plan kitchen counter. I had been preparing bacon for me to cook for our breakfasts, but was just waiting for Bianca to wake up.

“Helped yourself I see.” She replied to me, I could tell she was jesting through her tone of voice.

“I’m hungry after last night, gotta have a big breakfast now. Bacon?”

“No thanks, I’m good. I’ll have some coffee if you’re making any though.”

How is her stomach not dying for food right now? “You sure?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Alright then, your loss. Don’t be trying to steal mine when you smell it cooking.” I said, also in a jesting manner. I was enjoying this, the lighthearted conversation between us. It was something I had missed when we were separated.

I had finished making the coffees, and was carrying Bianca’s and my own full mugs of coffee to the table in the middle of the three sofas in the living area, where Bianca was sitting, flicking through the channels finding something for us to watch. Today was for us, neither me or her had any commitments, so we decided to just focus solely on each other for the day. We worked out any tension there was between us the night before, today we would talk.

As I approached the seating area, Bianca stood up and took her coffee mug, warming her hands around it as she did. For a moment we both held onto the mug, and made eye contact. Bianca gave me a coy half smile, before speaking.

“So,  you think we might be getting back together then?” She asked me. I wasn’t expecting that question just now, but I knew I couldn’t leave it unanswered.

“I think so, yeah.” I smiled, looking forward to the day ahead.

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“Spoiler alert. I’m going to defeat Dustin Holt, Jamo and Craig Anderson at Breakthrough 46. In my last appearance at Breakthrough I beat Holt and Beatrice La Fay in a triple threat match, this time though it’s a fatal four way. Not that it makes any difference of course, because I am going to win no matter what. “How?” You may ask. Well, I’m about to tell you, and I’ll make sure to explain it in as simple a way as possible for you.

First off. I’ve beaten Dustin Holt before. And I’ve gone over how he’s a poor excuse for a “crazy” person, and is just another one of you who pretend to be something they’re not. I really don’t feel like I need to go over that again. I beat him, there are no questions about it. Of course that doesn’t mean I’m underestimating him, no. I’m smarter than that. I know to never underestimate my opponents.

My other two opponents I have never faced, so I did my research. And I’m confident that I know exactly how to beat them.

Let’s start off with Craig Anderson. I’ve watched a few of your matches, and I’m impressed by your ring awareness. But let's be honest here, it does not compare to mine. And it really won’t matter when I’m in the ring. I’m an oppourtunist, I see openings in matches no one else can see. It’s pretty much how I won the last match against Holt. I took advantage of the situation, and stood tall at the end. And you may be able to talk for hours on end but so can I. And you definitely don’t want to be bringing a microphone to a fist fight.

And lastly,  I hope, for Jamo’s sake, that his knee is feeling strong on the 26th, because that might make it a bit more bearable for him when I make his knee twist and distort in ways a knee is not meant to. It will make it more bearable when I stretch the muscles in the joints to the point where the only option left for him is to give up. I have no fears over having any struggles beating you Jamo, you’ll just be another cog in the machine of this match. The machine I will conquer.

I shall prove that I belong in Tristan Ambrose's place in the Zero Gravity Championship No.1 Contenders spot. His victory over me was a one off. It would not happen again.

However, what will happen again is me having my arm raised at the end of my match. I'm building my legacy, and I'll stop for no one."