Her muscles ached from the butt kicking she'd just received from her practice match with Nikki. She wasn't entirely sure if the match would look fair to the crowd later on but whatever, she at least knew. By the hair strands in her palm, she'd done enough damage personally.
She headed for the locker room, desperate for a shower. She felt the lingering sweat from the ring still on her, and it most certainly wasn't hers. She shuddered, greeted by two paramedics who were quick to check her out. It was procedure, especially since she landed pretty hard on the ropes on her back. Business as usual.
"Any tension anywhere?" One asked. She shrugged, "Nothing abnormal, I'll walk it off."
"We need to make sure any slight injury is documented to prevent worse injuries, you're sure?"
She rolled her eyes, "Listen, I'm tired, I'm covered in wrestler sweat, I would tell you if I'm feeling off now let me get my fucking shower." She snapped, pushing them aside.
"Bitch..." The other muttered just out of her hearing.
Her boots footsteps echoed gently down the corridor, she pushed open the heavy, locker room swing doors. Tonight there were only a few divas and they were currently busy in the ring. She had the locker rooms to herself. She began to strip off her leopard print shorts and tank. Her heavy duty sports bra came off next paired with a thin thong. She ran the shower, beginning to search for her toiletries in her locker. The creak of the door sounded. She grabbed her towel, peeking around the row of lockers.
Her expression soured, the other practice matches couldn't be over yet, at least another twenty minutes and she had just finished her pairing.
"Hello?" She called, peering around the next row of lockers, her hair spilled over her shoulders. Something felt off. At the moment, she tried to shrug off the feeling but it lingered. Like someone was watching her.
"Boo."
She shrieked in surprise, only to be greeted with laughter.
"Sorry, I'm a bit lost, I'm new here." His accent was a mix of sweet British with an American twang, unique. The male had a pungent odor to him. For her it wasn't entirely unpleasant, overwhelming at the most, like he'd poured a bottle of Axe on himself. She wasn't sure what to make of him. In the dim light, she couldn't see his complexion well, his ethnicity a mystery. His dark hair stuck up in places, making it look wild. Clearly he was a little too thrilled to have ended up here judging by his wicked smile. He couldn't have been older than twenty.
"What the hell man!" She tightened her towel around her body, clearly embarrassed. "Get out!" She snapped.
"Apologies, would you be so kind as to tell me which way to the nearest electrical cupboard? I was told to go get some replacement bulbs by the janitor."
"OUT!"
He quickly scurried back out the doors, chuckling.
She grumbled in frustration. Who was that guy? What did it matter, she'd kick his ass if he came back in here. She was Princess after all. She hung her towel up right outside the shower, going under the hot water. Her skin and aching muscles were thankful as the tension in her body melted. She didn't have the energy to go pursue some pervert. She just wanted to enjoy this moment of bliss.
She lathered her skin with soap and scrubbed her hair. She simply stood there under the warm mist and settled down on the heated bench so she could rest her legs. It felt exquisite, she felt like true royalty. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the cool tile. Her relaxation however was quickly ruined by another creak of the door. She rose from her spot, about to start a shouting match. The unique click of the door lock was heard. She whipped her head out of the shower stall, staring down the hall. Empty.
A gentle caress slipped between her shoulder blades. She visibly shivered, turning round to see nothing.
"Come on out!" She snapped, "I know you're in here! You've made a big mistake, I'm calling security! You just locked yourself in here with one hundred and thirty pounds of raw muscle!"
No answer. She moved to grab her things, searching for her cell phone. Gone. She rummaged deeper into her purse. Still not there. She tore open her locker. Nope.
A low chuckle came from above. The same man as before was perched on the ceiling lamp. How the hell did he get up there? "You're very fun to tease...you taste delicious."
Oh, she was mad but more so intimidated.
"You looking for this?" He asked, her phone betwixt his fingers.
She glared at him, grabbing her towel once more. "Get down-" She didn't have time to speak as he swung down from his perch and landed a hard kick to her stomach. She flew several feet, crumpling into the still running shower. She gasped, trying to get back her breath. She was desperate to pick herself back up. Vision blurry, he startled her with his close presence. "I'm just looking for a little entertainment, I don't mean no harm, love."
She couldn't register what happened next, he was so fast. He pinned her up against the wall, still under the hot water and there she stayed. She watched his clothes become soaked by the water, he didn't seem to care. She couldn't move her arms, shakily looking up to see gooey slime keeping her stuck tight. The slime was a hideous color which hardened in mere seconds. However, some trailed down her arm and poured onto her shoulder like fluid. The smell made her vision swim.
"Wh-what is this?" She stammered.
"Just a special gift of mine."
