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Ride of the Valkyrie #2
Topic Started: May 27 2016, 05:27 PM (23 Views)
sinn

May 25th, 2016
Cambridge, MA


Her eyes shot open suddenly, a warm mass of flesh clinging to the right side of her body...a puddle of drool accumulating on her bare stomach. The pain in her head, resounding through her skull. Sinnocence glanced over to the bottle of Stoli on the nightstand and heaved a sigh. She’d had a bit to drink last night along with Azrael Goeren, but she did not know when she’d climbed into bed...nor when he joined her.

She was, thankfully, still in the shorts and sport bra she’d been in earlier.

So at least she’d kept her word to herself that she wouldn’t have sex with him.

She hadn’t been intimate with anyone since Stacy and now, even the sound of the woman’s name left a sour taste in her mouth. Much like how Goeren smelled.

“Get off of me.” She murmured, trying to get out from under his bulk. His naked bulk.

Azrael only groaned petulantly and wrapped his arms tightly around her, smearing the drool puddle.

Sinn huffed, summoning what strength she could in her hungover state and pushed him hard enough to roll right off the edge of the bed. “I said get off of me, you idiot.” She growled at him, even as he gave a yelp and pulled himself halfway upright using the sheets.

The German blearily looked over at her, pushing herself off of the bed and admiring her form as she went to the bathroom. It was only then that he noticed his own state of undress and chuckled quietly to himself. He knew that they played some form of card game last night while they were drinking with her godson and Goeren had lost horribly. Thankfully though, his loss only meant the loss of his garments...and spending the night with Mikhail.

He remembered conversing with the handsome redhead, but at least he wasn’t overly sore.

Being sore meant other things had happened. He wasn’t against that, per se, but Mikhail knew that Azrael’s heart belonged to Jada Kaine. Goeren remembered Mikhail remarking about his dick tattoo, particularly what it looked like when at a full salute. The older German man had been more than willing to show him.

When she returned from the bathroom, her hair was wet and she was wrapped in a robe. It had taken him a long time to get from the floor up onto the edge of the bed. Long enough for her to take a shower. Jada stopped a few inches in front of him, her hands moving to cup his cheeks and guide his eyes up to hers. She stared at him hard for a few moments before she spoke.

“You need to leave.”

...what did she say?

“Mein liebchen...what?”

“Du musst gehen.” She repeated herself in his native tongue. “You need to go. I can’t have you here anymore. It’s been all fun and games, and I love how you make me laugh...and Mikhail’s falling for you hard. You just need to go. You have more important things to do than stay here and pine over me, Henrik.”

His hands came up, closing over his and he relished the feel of her skin against his own. “I think there is nowhere more important I need to be than right here now. With you. Don’t tell me to go.”

“I’m not in love with you. I’ll never be in love with you.”

It was blunt. Right to the point, but her words didn’t phase him.

“Nein, I know that, but I will not leave you alone. Not in the few days before your most important match.”

Her hands moved, fingertips threading through his hair before gripping tightly and wrenching his head back. “I’m using you, you idiot...and I don’t want you here anymore. Now get the fuck out of my bed and the fuck out of my life.” Jada snarled at him, yanking him forward and onto the floor on his knees. “You need to take care of your own shit before you can even begin to comprehend mine. Now...GET. OUT.”

Goeren looked up at her in disbelief, not caring a whit about his state of nakedness.

She growled at him again, turning on her heels and headed towards her closet. “If you’re still here by the time I’m dressed, I will shoot you.”

It was on that threat, he knew she wasn’t lying. The German got to his feet and walked out of the bedroom to the spare he’d been staying in to get dressed and pack his things.

It looked like his peaceful lullaby was now at an end.




Yes.

You’d think I’d be rattling off at the mouth because that’s what I do, right? I go on for days about how I beat you and submitted you...and you can’t possibly beat me. I could go on and on, but there’s very little I can say now that I haven’t said before.

Hitting a little below the belt calling me a scared little girl, but you’re right in the instance that I am just an addict looking for the next adrenaline fix. I’ve always been an addict, you knew that when you married me. If it wasn’t the drugs or the booze, it was the thrill of combat. When we retired, that addiction turned into you...and you were able to keep me sated for a time, but then I followed you back into the business.

And here I am.

Facing down one demon after another, both inside my own head and in the ring. Paving more roads for women in this business than any other before me, even now. . There is no one, perhaps yourself, in the EWA who can match my stamina and speed. I’ve faced those that tried and won. I’ve proved it. Longest reigning EWA World Heavyweight Champion, remember? I’ve done more in nine months here and going on more than sixteen years in this business than you can ever dream of doing.

You are, without a doubt, the greatest warrior I have ever known, but you can never see the trees for the forest. The means don’t always justify the end, Lover.

Our story in the ring is not written and done until one of us is finally finished.

Put down.

For good.


You are the only warrior out there who’s fire for combat burns as brightly as my own.

All or nothing.

That’s the way I like it, baby, but I’m gonna live forever.





May 31st, 2016
Cleveland, OH


There wasn’t much commotion in the hotel lobby in Cleveland tonight. A good portion of the roster had been booked at this hotel and per her request, she’d been put on an entirely different floor than Azrael Goeren...as well as her ex-husband and his students. Though, oddly enough, it was the latter that she wanted to see. One of them, at least.

He could never hide in a crowd, not with his beautifully dark skin and affinity for bright apparel. Then again, he was Osbourne-fucking-Kilminster’s star protege. He didn’t need to hide. Shaun Sinclair, the more charismatic of her ex-husband’s proteges, had just stepped out of the lift with a bag over his shoulder.

It was almost time for the show, after all.

Her own bag was next to her. She was going alone. Sinn needed the time to prepare.

He stopped just long enough to pull his phone out of his pocket, checking a message from Jurgen before he looked up. Strange that she was standing there, seemingly waiting for him. Jada closed the distance between them, giving him a small smile. Tonight was going to be brutal, possibly for both of them.

“You have seriously turned out better than anyone could have ever expected you to be, Shaun.”

“I’m not in the mood for headgames, Jada.”

“No games, Shaun. I just have a favor to ask. One very small favor.” She pulled a note from her jacket pocket, in a plain envelope and held it out. “I need you to give this to Ozzy after the match.”

“Why can’t you do it yourself?”

“Because you and I both know he won’t talk to me. Win or lose this match, I need to explain a few things and this was the best way I could do it. Please, Shaun.” She looked up at him and Shaun could only stare hard at her a moment before he held his hand out. “I promise...no games, just the truth.”

The Jamaican heaved a sigh, raised an eyebrow and slipped the sealed envelope into his bag. After the match?”

Sinn nodded, “It’s not something he should read and then get in a cage with me. He’s angry enough with me as it is.”

Shaun cracked a slight smile, “You are one crazy bitch, you know that? Pissin’ off men like him and getting locked in a cage.”

“I made a career out of it.” The smile on her face grew a little wider. “Thank you, Shaun.”

“Yeah, don’t thank me. He’s going to tan your hide regardless.” He stepped around her, nodding. “I’ve gotta get over there and get ready. I’m not cheering for you.”

Not that he ever had reason to. Still, her smile didn’t fade, even as he walked out of the lobby doors and into an awaiting car. This was the end, but it sure as hell wasn’t going to be her end.




The gods will always smile on brave women.

Funny thing is, you don’t know exactly what gods are smiling at the time.

Maybe it’s Thor smiling for my unwavering strength in life and battle..

Maybe it’s Hel, eager to claim my soul for her wintery wasteland and keep me from Valhalla.

Maybe it’s Tyr, smiling for you will finally get justice for all the wrong I’ve done you.

Maybe it’s Frigg, the mother of all of us, a coy smile on her lips as she knows my future but will never speak of it.

Maybe it’s Loki, cackling in his cave because he knows better than any in this world and the next at what too much scheming will bring down on your head.

There is no fight I have ever backed down from, no enemy has ever seen me turn tail and run. From the time I was a child, I knew my life would be a constant battle and I would throw myself into the fray.

Fighting. Fucking. Feasting.

Whatever it took to win.

The gods smile on brave women, but I don’t know if it’s in my favor or if it’s because I’m doomed. Honestly, I don’t care what the gods think. The skein of my life has been woven, I have no reason not to live everyday as if it’s my last. This will be the end for one of us, because I forced your hand. I never denied wanting this, even through the years of our marriage and you could never truly understand why.

My life is a battle, Ozzy.

The only one left that I really want to fight is you.

The only challenge on my horizons is you.

Because when I destroy you, I’ll destroy whoever is holding that belt as well.

Victory or Valhalla.

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