Three weeks later

Staring up at the white ceiling, I adjust the pillows beneath my head and think about my impending return to WCW, tomorrow night. Excitement steams full speed through me; I’ve missed being in the ring. It’s been a month since I got hurt and after numerous tests and exams, I’ve been cleared by my team of doctors. I returned to my regular workouts ten days ago with no dizziness, nausea or any other negative side effects.

Lilah shifts her position next to me and my gaze moves leisurely along her curves. Eyes skimming over her long bare legs. Whether she’s in one of my old t-shirts, and a pair of her tiny panties, like now, or dressed up in a suit for work, she is stunning.

“When are you gonna be done, baby? Get your ass under the covers where it belongs.” I’m lying here, wanting her and my patience is running thin. She’s sitting up working on her laptop and my cock is already at attention, ready to be her main focus. No matter how many times I take her, there’s an insatiable craving for more. Her pussy is a drug and I’m the junkie for it. I’ll do anything to have it.

“I know. Believe me, I’m trying to finish this up, but I can only work so fast,” Lilah, huffs. Her graceful fingers fly over the keys on her laptop while my eyes slowly skim over her shapely legs folded beneath her.

“I’m sure I can convince you to put it away for the night.” I smirk knowingly at her.

“I’m sure you could.” Her eyes dash to mine before focusing on her screen once more. “But, you won’t because you love your fans and what I’m posting will make them very happy.” Her head raises as she grins, mischievously. I can’t see what she’s doing because she’s facing me.

“What are you up to?” My fingers needle into her side, tickling under her ribs.

“Hey,” she giggles and squirms. “Knock it off and let me finish so I can get under the covers with you.” She sends me a flirty glance and my cock gets painfully hard.

“You have five minutes and then I’m closing your laptop for the night,” I state.

“Okay, Mr. Bossy we’ll see how that goes,” she challenges.

“Don’t make me power bomb your ass right onto this bed,” I joke.

“You know I like to play wrestling with you,” she teases.

“I’ve been thinking, we could do a naked version and my tongue could make your pussy extremely satisfied.”

“Hmm, I like the sound of that. Hold that thought. I want to show you something first.” She chews on her bottom lip and then spins the laptop around.

“What the fuck?” She’s posted pictures of me when I dressed up as Macho Man Randy Savage for Halloween.

“Come on. Look how adorable little Jesse Gunn was,” she laughs, and I join in as I look at my five-year-old self wearing a bandana and the white sunglasses that cover half of my small face. “Where did your mother find that costume?”

“I’m not sure, but Macho Man was my favorite wrestler and no other costume would do.” I smile as the memory comes.

“Where did you get these pictures?”

“Ronnie got them from your mom. Keep scrolling down. There’s much more.”

“Great,” I mutter. “I’m going to kill Ronnie.” The next group of pictures are from my painfully awkward preteen years. I was scrawny as hell, all limbs, knobby knees and pointy elbows in my shorts and muscle shirt. The buzzed hair adds to my skeletal appearance. I look like I’m half starved, but I used to eat enough to feed a small family. “Shit. I haven’t seen these in ages.”

“It’s hard to believe you were ever that skinny.”

“Right? Who’d have thought that body had the potential to turn into this massive muscular work of art you can’t get enough of?” I point out my chiseled stomach muscles.

She snorts. “Keep scrolling Gunn, before your oversized ego makes your head explode.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s oversized right now.” I grip the sheet draped over my lower body. “Want to see?”

“Stop trying to lead me astray, Gunn.” She moves onto the next flashback into my past.

I bark out a laugh when I see a pic of me from the high school wrestling team, still sporting a military type haircut, but no longer as scrawny. At this point I’d been working out for a couple of years and had started to gain some muscle mass.

“Looks like you filled out in all areas,” Lilah quips.

Snatching her laptop from the bed, I snap it shut and set it on the nightstand. Rising to my knees, I grab Lilah and playfully slam her back down onto the mattress. “Damn right, I filled out.” I grind my hard length against her clit. “It’s time to play, baby. Who’s going to win this match?”

Her emerald eyes sparkle. “Both of us.”

* * *

Today is the day - the motherfucking day I’ve been waiting for. Being away from the excitement of live performances this past month has been a test of my patience. If it wasn’t for Lilah, I’m not sure how I would’ve made it through. She soothed the caged beast inside me when I was ready to go off the deep end, with only a few words and the gentle touch of her hand.

“Are you excited for tonight?” Lilah asks when we’re on our way to the arena.

“Yeah, I am. It seems surreal that I’ll be back in the ring.”

“You’re going to be great. I can’t wait to watch.”

I reach over, resting my hand on her thigh. “Thank you for being so fantastic this past month. I know I’ve been a bear to be around sometimes.”

“Yeah, you’ve been an asshole, but I love you anyway.”

“Hey, cut me some slack. I could’ve died.”

“Pfft. With that thick skull?”

“Seriously though, I want you to know I couldn’t have made it through without you. I love you.”

“I know you do, and I love you too.”

* * *

“Are you ready to be champ?” Jimmy’s mood is somber in the backstage locker room.

“Hell yes.” I don’t hesitate. I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.

“You know what?” Jimmy stares at me for a moment. “It’s a helluva ride, so enjoy it, Jesse.”

“Thanks for everything. I’m sure we’ll do this again.”

“You’re damn straight we will.” Jimmy shakes my hand. “Don’t get too comfortable on my throne.” He walks out of the locker room to prep for our intros leaving me alone with my thoughts. I can’t believe this day has finally arrived. It feels as though I’ve waited a lifetime for it and in some ways, I have. The time I’ve had off with my injury will only make it sweeter - only make me want it more. And now it’s time…

Ronnie, Wyatt and I strut to the ring with our trademark casual swagger. In the last month the Gunn Club has skyrocketed in popularity among the fans and I can’t help but notice all the signs in the crowd.

“Check it out.” Ronnie stops to grab a sign from one fan that reads STAY GOLDEN… JIMMY BOY.

Wyatt hits a double bicep pose and points to a fan holding one that says Gunn Control.

Before entering the ring, I stop to lean back over the barrier next to a fan holding one that reads #GunnClub. He’s flanked by two attractive ladies wearing matching t-shirts with #JessesGirlz printed on the front, across the chest.

The next fifty-five minutes are a blur of classic wrestling. We trade punches, slams, locks and holds, while mixing in plenty of high-risk acrobatics and some hard-hitting, crowd stunning athleticism.

“It’s time.” Jimmy whispers in my ear as we both struggle to get up from the mat, after a particularly brutal superplex from the top rope.

One minute and thirty-two seconds later I follow up six belly to back snap suplexes, with show stopping, five-star frog splashes from each of the four top corner turnbuckles.

The official’s hand thumps the mat. “One - Two - Three.”

Harsh breaths leave my lips as I climb to my feet. The ringside announcer calls out “The winner and new World Class Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of the World.”

Someone hands me the championship belt; I’m not sure who. I raise it over my head. I’m dazed, and the reality of this moment hasn’t sunken in.

Wyatt is immediately next to me in the ring, then hoisting me on his shoulders. The crowd cheers, and repeatedly chants my name. The arena is almost bursting at the seams with all the overly excited fans.

I find myself standing in the center of the ring next to my sister.

“How does it feel?” she shouts over the noise as we raise the two title belts together.

Camera flashes pop from every direction.

I grin at Ronnie. “It’s good to be King.”