| Ride of the Valkyrie.; Featuring Azrael Goeren. | |
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| sinn | May 17 2016, 03:50 PM Post #1 |
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She knew his pain. Having been able to savor the joy of being the EWA World Heavyweight Champion for a precious few seconds before having it ripped away due to some clause. It had happened to her when they first joined the EWA and now it was happening to Azrael Goeren. Sinn felt some measure of pity for the man, trying to turn his life around...fighting for his daughter, for his friends...only to have that one glorious moment torn from him. Life was doing its damnedest to stop progress dead in its tracks. “Take another drink,” She coaxed the bottle of Stoli back to his lips. Sure, he was sober from drugs, but that didn’t mean in this moment of desperation that he couldn’t be plied with alcohol. The sultan of sleaze was a man who reveled in life’s excesses, a hedonist to the core. Sobriety did not suit him. Just as it didn’t suit her. Jada had tried so hard to give up all the poison during her last marriage. She almost succeeded, though there had been other things to help keep the demons quiet. Namely him. Her Viking. No matter they were divorced, he would always belong to her. Few others in this world could truly bring out the warrior in him like she could. They’d been made for each other, after all. Goeren only shook his head, leaning forward to place the bottle back on the coffee table. “Nein, mein Liebchen…” He turned to her, tentatively kissing her cheek. When she didn’t immediately push him away, the German continued forward. Sinn couldn’t push him away just then, not even when his hands slipped under the bathrobe and ran up the length of her strong legs. For weeks now, he’d imagined having them wrapped around him while he thrust inside of her. Feeling her nails dig into the meat of his back, hearing her cry out in his ear. She was the source of his calm, this peace he hadn’t felt in so long. A Valkyrie taking him home to Valhalla after a lifetime of fighting and debauchery. There was no more divine feeling than being joined with such a goddess. Numerous times he had questioned Kilminster’s sanity in letting her go. If ever Azrael Goeren had a true soulmate, it would be her. Her legs opened for him as he pushed her back against the cushions of the large sofa, his lips on her neck. He had his peace, he would try to bring her to Valhalla as well. “Why did you agree to it?” Goeren murmured against her shoulder, “If you lose, you’re out...forever.” She didn’t respond with words, Jada simply teased her fingertips along the inside of his belt. A muscle memory more than response to his touch. He continued, his kisses trailing down her bared shoulder to the center of her chest, pushing aside the soft fabric of her bathrobe to reveal taut skin over toned muscle. Despite the damage done to her, she worked hard to keep herself perfect. The silence bothered him, his words and touch usually met with a smack and venom-filled words. Perhaps she just needed some quiet herself, still...her silence worried him. “Jada…” Azrael pulled back up, pulling her up with him and keeping her astride his legs. Sinn could feel that arousal between his legs and it brought up the taste of bile at the back of her throat. “Bitte, meine schöne Blume, tell me what I can do.” “Never stop reaching out to your daughter.” That reply was unexpected and the surprise shone clearly on his face when she caught his gaze. “Grace is going to lash out at you at every single opportunity and you have to take it all and keep coming. No matter what championship title it costs you. I spoke with her last week, I could see doubt about Gates...and about you in her eyes. She’s losing focus of her goal. Gates will use her and take away her freedom and dignity. Don’t let him do that.” “I--I wasn’t about to.” He stammered, the knowledge of her visit to his daughter was a shock. Grace had invoked the ire of the Valkyrie at the ten-man tag match, “But I’d wondered where the stuffed bear went, at least she finally has it.” There was silence between them and he leaned up to kiss her, to thank her. “You’re doing too much for me. What can I do for you? Kilminster is not going to be gentle with you.” Oh that name. Her hand shot up, wrapping fingers around his neck to push his head back as she snarled at him. “You can get off of me.” Jada held him there, verdant green eyes boring into his, “If you think I’m going to just let him plow through and destroy me, you’ve got another thing coming. If you knew how long I’ve waited for him to actually fight me…” The Valkyrie sighed, easing off of the German man and standing before him. “There is no greater test of self than facing someone who knows you so well.” She moved to sit beside him on the sofa, resting her hand on his knee. “I pulled out of the tournament because it’s a waste of time. I don’t want to fight in another fucking tournament to prove I’m worthy of the title, I’ve already done that. I’m the longest reigning EWA Heavyweight Champion in the history of the company. No opponent, except for him, has ever held back against me. I don’t expect anyone to understand--” “But you’re risking your career--” “Oh, I’m risking far more than that...trust me.” She chuckled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “You worry about your troubles and getting that belt from Kage, I’m quite capable of taking care of myself. Your daughter and I have that in common.” Sinn got to her feet, tightening the bathrobe around her before heading for the doorway. “Finish the bottle and go to sleep. You and I have a hell of a week ahead of us.” From the moment we met, I knew you would be my greatest challenge. The very instant you walked into my club, looking for something that reminded you of home. Though, I learned later that you were simply looking for a distraction. I know I was a pleasant distraction, at first...at least until you got wind of what I was really like. Drugs. The drinking. The debauchery. Oh, the side business to promote my club, that really opened your eyes. Jared Walsh was a thorn in your side then, as much as now. But I was new to the company, I couldn’t have known all of the little spats going on. I didn’t care, honestly. I could do what I wanted, I’ve always done what I wanted. I was a hot mess, but I was a fighter. You liked that. I could hold my own in this circus of beasts and I fought beside you. No matter your standing in SHOOT Project or Unleashed, there were few who could match your sheer skill and determination. The way you conquered whatever mountain lay before you, pushing through the obstacles with brute strength and your keen mind. I’ve found many kindred souls in this world, but only one who was truly a soulmate. Your love of battle, prospering in turmoil and beating the odds matched so well with my own. And our love affair was something of legend. Passion, Osbourne. Your verve for life is what I truly admire about you. Your passion matched my own. Hell, it was only because of you that I was able to kick habits...and live as I had not lived in years. Even at your worst, you were always better than the rest. You have carved a path of destruction that this business will not soon forget…and the world knows your name. You came out of retirement better and stronger than ever, with loyal and talented proteges at your side. You came out with me by your side and did what was necessary to secure gold. I was happy for you. A World Heavyweight Championship had eluded you for far too long. I came back with you by my side, and I came back with a hunger you would not sate until now. Not until we were divorced and you were no longer looking at your wife across the ring from you. Not until I pushed you far enough. It wasn’t just for gold. I wanted you. Across the ring, facing me down one last time. Not as some match for ratings pushed on us by management, I wanted you to make the choice. You loved me once upon a time to give me the world, but I didn’t want the world. I only wanted you. I only want you to give me your best. You tell me that this isn’t going to end well for me. Please take to heart when I say that it may end badly for me...but it’s going to be even worse for you. Victory or Valhalla, Viking. |
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