Chapter 6

• Isis made her way inside as the show commentators introduced her. As she entered the backstage area, the production crew showed it all on the jumbotron to the crowd in the arena.
• “She’s here! Isis, the Queen of Goddesses, is here! Wow, she is stunning. Look at those legs!” the commenter said excitedly.
• “Right, Steve. She is hot but word has it she’s a powerhouse. She trained with none other than the Doom brothers. If she is anything like those guys, the women backstage better worry. She might be pretty, but she could be a lethal femme fatale.”
• The crowd was loving it. She looked like the superstar she was, and an instant hit with fans.
• Isis made her way down the corridor, stopping a stagehand as she passed. Her sexy look distracted the man as he ogled her through his wire-frame glasses. He was looking at her sexy outfit like she was on his next dinner menu. Swallowed hard, his eyes veered down her body. Isis snapped her fingers at him to get his attention.
• “You. Yes — you! Point me toward the Justice locker room. I have a meeting with Mister Justice himself. Well? Speak up! Cat got your tongue. Haven’t you ever seen a woman before? Hurry, I don’t have all day.”
• The young stagehand pointed down the hall, where she could see Gage and Jacob bothering a raver girl at the other end of the hallway. Gage lifted the girl’s colorful tutu, slapping her on the bottom. The girl slapped him across the face as she pulled away from his grip, yelling profanities.
• Isis groaned inside, seeing the nonsense before her. Gage was becoming an overgrown neanderthal under his new Justice character. She admired the feisty, colorful girl for standing her ground. She sure knew how to stand up for herself, and Isis only hoped to be as brave.
• Isis walked in their direction, trying to pep-talk herself as she went. It was clear this would be a long night. She had already had enough of Gage’s reluctance about meeting her before the show. He kept avoiding her and refused to meet that morning for breakfast. Isis was not looking forward to their first interaction with the attitude that preceded them.
• Normally, she would've been thrilled to see Gage in person. Right now, she was repulsed at the idea. Especially after seeing the way he was with women backstage. She made her way down the hall and Gage looked up, noticing her. How could he not? With her barely-there outfit and the bright glimmer from the rhinestones, she stuck out in the best way.
• Pushing his sunglasses down his nose, he licked his lips as he scanned over her body. She saw it in his eyes. He was ready to pounce, like a wolf stalking his prey.
• “Well, what do we have here?” Gage nudged Jacob.
• “Queen Isis, you made it!” Jacob proclaimed as he walked up to her and kissed her hand.
• Isis smiled at the older man graciously and flipped her hair over her shoulder, looking to Gage for some reaction. “Who, may I ask, is this handsome gentleman?”
• She tried flattery to break the ice but quickly saw Gage’s cocky smile twist into a devious grin. The look made her shiver. It was like looking into the eyes of the devil himself. A handsome devil with the smile of an angel. He approached her slowly, slinking his way to her. Coming so close she could feel his breath on her shoulder, he tried his best to intimidate her. It was clear he was staking a claim to his territory.
• He was at least a foot or taller than her and over three times her tiny dancer frame. Gage worked out daily, and it showed. His bulging muscles stretched the confines of his suit jacket. His sexy smirk and strong jawline made Isis’s eyes rove over his manly features, despite willing herself not to. He was gorgeous, but at this moment it wasn’t lusting that she was feeling. It was utter fear.
• She wanted to run — hide. But with cameras there watching their every move, she could only stay in character and stand her ground.
• “Baby, don’t pretend. You know exactly who I am. Or at least you will,” Gage said with a smirk as he eyeballed her.
• Stepping closer, he slowly pushed open her fur coat to look over the rhinestone adornment underneath. She could feel the tip of his nose graze her cheek as he continued to loom over her.
• “It gets a little cold backstage, sweetheart. You may want to put something on. Or you can always meet me in my office, and I can warm you up. Take off the rest of this and we can have some real fun.” He ran his fingers down the rhinestone chain resting between her breasts, leaving a trail of goosebumps in the wake.
• Instantly, Isis felt the fight-or-flight feeling swell over her. She remembered what Wraith and Cyrus always taught her. Fight! Isis was seeing this man’s newfound brutish attitude first hand, and rage filled within her. Shy or not, she had to learn to stand her ground. Yes, she was over the top in her overtly sexy look, but it gave him no right to treat her the way he was.
• Isis looked around, seeing the other women in the hallway glaring at her like she was nothing more than trash. She had taken little notice of the ring-rats up to that point. Now she realized he saw her as nothing more than the groupies he surrounded himself with. She knew the type. From the indie shows to the pro wrestling groupies, they were all the same.
• Standing behind him, three desperate women were trying to get his attention. Isis looked past him at the three fawning over him, rubbing his back and trying to pull him back to their roaming hands. Isis sighed in disbelief, unable to fathom how women could throw themselves at men that way.
• She dressed sexily and gave a brave talk to perform on stage but was modest behind the scenes. She was a bit of a bookworm, and somewhat of a plain Jane most days. Few people noticed her in day-to-day life. A dancer and a wrestler, she loved costumes and saw her outfit was just part of a role she was playing.
• Her rage was starting to flair to a whole new level, and Gage was about to get an ear full.