The Truth in Honesty

Johnny panted softly as he laid on his back. He could feel the sweat dripping off his body and the way his form was starting to relax into the bed. He seemed still otherwise but his heart was still pounding a mile a minute.

It was always like that after incredible sex.

And it was always incredible sex.

Johnny closed his eyes for a moment and let his thoughts drift away from his wife's ridiculous body. Though the two of them barely even needed an excuse to do it, Johnny had just gotten the news that he was getting a match soon. A match that maybe Taylor wouldn't be too thrilled about.

He had asked her not to come to the arena when he had fought Bree Tassilotte in his last match. It was a backstage match and he didn't want the temptation to be there for Taylor to come help him out if something happened to get out of hand. It would have been perfectly legal for her to do that and while he knew she'd never interfere in a match like THAT, there were other reasons she might come and join the fight. Like King. Or Black Dragon.

Johnny knew his wife was one of the toughest girls around but the unsavoriness of Tension seemed to have been growing lately. Especially with the males of the league. They seemed to be getting bigger and nastier as of late and Johnny couldn't handle if Taylor had gotten hurt trying to defend him like that. It already seemed like some of them didn't need an excuse to attack her. He wasn't going to just serve her up on a silver platter while he was already getting beat down.

And his feelings felt justified when he had encountered both King AND Black Dragon that night. Kozue had been there instead, drawn into HIS conflict. and as bad as he felt for Kozue, it COULD have been Taylor.

But speaking of Kozue... Had Taylor watched the match on television? No doubt...

Johnny inhaled deeply and exhaled just as deeply, quite an audible and ominous sigh. However, he wasn't going to waste any time letting her try and decrypt its meaning. That wasn't Johnny's style. He had just needed some good sex to clear his head. And... prepare Taylor, hopefully.

"I got a tag match coming up soon, babe."

Taylor could be chatty during sex. She couldn't help it. Afterward, if her brain hadn't been reduced to jello, she was sometimes worse.

"Johnny, do you think I'm too ripped?" She asked, not pausing for a response as she pinched at her skin in different places. "Like, I don't really have anything to pinch. Nothing really jiggles or anything, and guys like that, right? The wiggly parts? I mean like there's a little bit on my inner thighs, and a little bit up here..." She put her hands over her petite breasts and grinned at Johnny. "Maybe a little padding on the hips, but even my ass is solid. It's like a rock! A sexy rock, but do you ever want me to gain weight? Like, fat? Do you wish I was-"

She stopped short when Johnny spoke, and for a moment she was silent. After the tsunami of chatter that had filled the room, the silence was conspicuous, like when you lose power and the fridge stops running and suddenly you realize how much noise there was before.

She looked him in the eye, and said softly "Ninjette?"

"What? No, man." Johnny said. "I wanna grate cheese off your body, babe." he said, chuckling, almost trying to deflect what was coming. Well, he had brought it, so he wasn't going to back down. That wasn't his personality. Though, why did she have to nail it head on? He WAS still in a tag team with his brother.

"Yeah..." Johnny said and looked at her, trying to keep his face indifferent. "We're gonna take on King and Bree and shit. I didn't, like, make the match or anything but I'm glad I'm in it. King needs to be punched int he fucking face and he's one dude I'll never have to pull any punches for."

Johnny's eyes were fierce. He didn't pick his matches and he was put in a LOT of shitty ones. he fought hard and he was rough but he never went further than he needed to. He'd never fought a guy in a wrestling match but he had no fear of doing it. he just LIKED wrestling girls better. For many reasons, some of which seemed to go against having a wife. An issue that they'd discussed before. But Johnny looked like he had received a mission from the army that he was eager to carry out.

"I know Kozue wants a piece of him too. Bree will be there, but I can't imagine her being much trouble. Actually, I kinda feel bad for her. Maybe it will be like a handicap match for King or something but I don't really care. I'm tired of everyone's bullshit in Tension, man. It's fuckin sick, man."

Johnny sighed, softer this time. He looked at Taylor. "I haven't talked to Kozue about it. Other than management, you're the only one I've told." Johnny's hand slipped over to Taylor's and he squeezed it tightly. "What... do you think?" He asked.

Taylor's mouth stayed shut, and the pressure built up inside her with every unsaid thing. She loved Johnny more than anything else in the world. She would do anything for him. He knew that. And that included beating the ever living shit out of him if he needed it.

"What do I think?" The words came out slowly, strained, and uneven, like they were a fuse slowly burning toward a 133-pound bomb. "Babe. You know I'm going to support you no matter what. I love you, and I always just want the best things for you. So, I just have to ask..." She propped herself up on her elbow so she could look down at his face.

"Are you FUCKING NUTS?! And who the FUCK is KOZUE?!"

Johnny inhaled sharply and held the breath tightly inside of him as Taylor spoke. He could hear the tension in her voice and wondered if she might explode. And yet, she didn't. She was supportive and comforting and everything he expected her to be. He exhaled and then.

"Shit, man!" He said, pulling away from her screech.

Johnny shrank, his shoulders raising defensively as he looked at her. "Uhh...." He said as though he was at a loss. "Like.. dude... maybe, man..." He stuttered sheepishly. "King's like, gotta be stopped and junk!" he said defensively.

He then straightened up from his slouch. "Kozue..." he said again. "That's Ninjette, babe." Didn't she know that Ninjette had a real name? Despite what it said on her booty shorts.

"I know that! Fuck, I'd beat him down myself if I had the chance!" She knew she was losing her temper. She could feel it. She took a breath and tried to control herself, but Johnny's next line set off fireworks in her brain.

She leapt out of the bed, not even slightly self conscious about being stark naked, and waved an indignant hand at Johnny. "Oh, so now she's Kozue? What the fuck is that? What's she gonna do, try to make out with King and hope he doesn't kill her? Do you have ANY IDEA of the SIZE of that cocksucker?"

This was unbelievable! What was he thinking? She knew that he wasn't the one who booked it, unless he had had a say in it, but... he apparently thought that he was some kind of Tension hero riding in to save the town from the woman-eating ogre. Nevermind that he was going to get killed in the process, and then who knows who was going to make out with him while he was dead!

She shook her head. "No," she said, like that was final. "No, fuck Ninjette. Fuck King. Bree... She's cool, I guess, for a retard. But no way, if you gotta do that match, you're not partnering up with some useless thundercunt from fucking Jersey. I'll do it. I'm your goddamn life partner, I should be the one in the ring with you. Fuckin'... tell them to change it. Tell them I'll do it, they'll go for it. I'm a big fucking name, way bigger than fuckin' Ninjette or Kozue or whatever it says on her ass."

Dammit.

It was going so well, too.

Johnny watched as Taylor leaped out of bed and began to scream at him. His fingers dug into the sheets as she said her peace. She had every right to say it too and nothing she said was anything he could really argue with her for.

"Of course I do. I've been punched by him." Johnny said, remembering how things went down before. "And Kozue's her name, babe. I'm not gonna call her Ninjette outside of the ring. That's weird." Probably could have just held that last part in but he couldn't help himself.

Johnny slipped off the bed too, also completely nude and stepped around the bed to her. He clenched his teeth as he tried to think about the best way to say what he had to say. "I don't want you in that match." He said, trying to be as firm as he could. "I don't want you anywhere near a guy like King." Johnny said. He wasn't commanding her or forbidding her, he was pleading with her.

"I won't let King hurt me. I'm sure Kozue knows the risks and she deserves to get her hands on him too. Besides... it's not JUST about King..." Johnny said. "OR kozue, for that matter..." He added quickly. "What if you come down to the match and some dick like Black Dragon decides he's going to fuck with you since you're too busy worried about King or me? I found that motherfucker beating Kozue's head in with a fuckin car door after my match that night!"

Johnny waved his hands in front of him. "No way, babe." Johnny said. "I don't know if I could even GIVE King my full attention if you were there. Then we'd both be fucked. Maybe literally, knowing that sick sonnova bitch." Johnny smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Sorry babe, I ain't ever getting fucked by someone with more muscles than me." He said, teasing Taylor a bit. "If you want to help me out, then get a ticket. Be in the front row watching. That way you can have the best seat in the house for King's ass kicking and if someone else tries to start shit, you can fuck up their day."

Taylor seethed. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. First, Johnny made her stay away from his last match, which was... whatever. Now he wants her to stay away from a match with the dude with a reputation for murdering people half his size? Less than half his size! A third!

Her mouth hardened into a thin line, and her deep blue eyes blazed defiantly at Johnny. She told him exactly what she thought of all that by clenching her fist and punching him hard in the chest. She jabbed her finger in his face, and her voice took on a lower tone, like she was holding it together but almost daring him to try her.

"You don't get to do this," she said. "You can't tell me you're walking into a match against a guy whose first name is apparently Killer, with nothing but some fat-ass extra from a shitty rap video to back you up. No. Bullshit. You fuckin' know how this works, Johnny. Fuckin'..." She shook her head, and in a moment her rage returned.

"You're fucking married to the best fucking fighter in AFW, and you want that cheap-looking ass-clown instead? Don't get me wrong," she lifted her hands like she was smoothing things over. "I'm sure she takes a donkey punch like a fuckin' champ, but if that's on the table then you've got a whole new problem. FUCK, Johnny, you don't get to fight girls for a living and then treat ME like I can't fuckin' handle myself. That sucks, Johnny, it fucking sucks."

Johnny winced when Taylor slugged him. She never pulled her punches with him anyway. She probably put a little extra into this one. He rubbed his chest while she continued to berate him. She was still right and Johnny turned his head.

"No... I don't want that chick.." Johnny said. "All I'm sayin is that she deserves to fight King too." Johnny shook his head. "Anyway, that ain't even..." He wasn't going to win this at all. He wasn't even going to TRY, but he had to do SOMETHING.

"I KNOW you can handle yourself, babe!" Johnny said. "YOU know I know. It's not what this is about, ok?" Johnny turned his head. "Maybe you're right about King. Maybe I'm feelin overconfident but shit, man, what if he fucks me up? What the hell then if we were in a team together then...?" Johnny shook his head, he couldn't finish his thought.

"I know Friction is pretty fucked up but it's pretty fuckin bad here. If you even THOUGHT about Joining Tension even for some tag match, the first thing Melissa would do is probably put you on King's team instead. She's that messed up!"

Johnny dug his fingers through his silvery hair. "What if I had just said I was being put in a one on one match with King? If Kozue's as worthless as you say, that's basically what it is. Not like Bree will contribute. She might end up helping us on accident."

Taylor folded her arms across her chest and cocked her hips out to the side with a deep scowl. "Good thing Melissa's not my boss," she said defiantly, for whatever it meant.

"Okay," she said begrudgingly. "Fine. Have fun with your match. I hope Ninjette pulls her own weight and doesn't just make you carry her fat ass. You should send her to me to prepare, if you want her to be worth anything. I'll fuckin' whip her into shape and work that fuckin' ghetto ass off of her and teach her how to fight. But whatever, that's your call, I just know that if she crosses the line with you, King will have to wait his motherfucking turn, y'understand?"

Taylor drew a breath and shifted her weight, pushing her hips to the other side before she continued. "But do you know how big that cocksucker is?" She said slowly, and more quietly. "I do. I happen to know that he's officially at six-foot-five, and two hundred seventy five pounds. Know how I know? I looked him up. Know why? Because I was scared to death that you might have to fight him someday. I've seen his shit. All of it. It wasn't a fun night when I watched that, believe me, but I did. Every second. He's dumb as shit, yeah, but babe..."

She shook her head while she searched for the words, and after a moment her stone face broke and she faltered. Her voice caught in her throat, and when it came out it was small and pitiful, like a completely different person from the one that had punched Johnny in the chest a moment ago.

"Please don't get killed."