People mill about in every direction, and their chatter is deafening. I nod and do as she instructed while following her through a door leading out into the public concession area. Stick with me so I can get us to our seats.” The show’s on a commercial break, so outside the door will be packed. You’ll need it until the guys get to know you. She turns to me and hands me a laminated pass. Liv leads me down the hall and waves at the security guards, addressing them by name.
“I expect extra loud cheering from your section when I come out.” “Have a good match, babe.” She turns to me. Liv takes Kami from Brian’s arms and then gives him a quick kiss.
I shrug, feeling embarrassed that I didn’t know. My eyes instantly widen as I take in the shiny, gold belt around Brian’s waist. “All right, that’s enough, lovebirds,” Brian says as he approaches us with one arm around Liv, holding Kami in the other. “I also plan on giving you a phenomenal experience again, tonight.” He laughs and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest. “I am, but Liv is going to take me out on the floor so I get the ‘extreme fan’ experience.” You can watch from the monitors by the wrestler’s entrance into the arena, if you want.” Xavier sets his weights down and begins to stretch. The cheers from the crowd are unmistakable, and I wonder if they would love him as much if they knew that he was a grade-A asshole? The area goes nuts when Assassin’s entrance music plays, and his name is announced. It’s the same feeling I get when Deena is around. Xavier’s body stiffens, as if it takes all of his self-control to allow him to pass without saying a word to him. “Assassin, you’re on deck, man.”Īssassin pushes himself off the wall and strides past us. The short man, wearing a baseball cap and headphones with a mic attached, who has been alerting the men when their match is up pops into the room. After the match is over-when I know he’ll be able to handle it without getting himself hurt-I’ll tell him. I can’t have him out there worried about this guy, who is obviously a jerk. If his head isn’t on right, he could get hurt out there. I debate whether or not to alert Xavier to the situation, but decide against it so he can remain focused on his match. It’s almost as if he’s planning something devious, and I don’t like that thought one bit. Xavier stands in front of me alternating lifts with fifty-pound dumbbells, while Assassin leans against the wall, his arms folded over his chest, watching us with a mixed expression of curiosity and amusement.
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