Chapter 7

• Cyrus and Wraith watched on the television monitor backstage as the drama unfolded with Gage and Isis.
• Wraith seemed amused at the angry look on Isis's face. “Oh shit. Here we go. She’s pissed! Look at her eyes. This is going to be good,” Wraith laughed while rubbing his palms together. He was getting a sick joy out of seeing Gage get back some of what he had been dishing out.
• Cyrus just sat watching the monitor while wringing his hands and biting his lip. This was excruciating to watch, and he blamed himself.
• “This will not be good for ol’ Gage. Remind me to make fun of his dog ass later when he’s licking his wounds.”
• Cyrus looked over at his brother, shaking his head. “You’re hopeless.”
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• Back on set, Isis continued her approach. She amped up her sassy attitude and stood her ground. Slowly approaching him with a sly smirk, she waved away the women. Gage nodded to them to step away.
• “Oh. Um-hum, yes. The infamous Gage Stone. The Bulletproof Assassin. Just as cocky and arrogant as I’ve heard. We haven’t met, Mister Stone. I am the queen, Isis. The Goddess of Goddesses. People bow down to me, and you will too. They always do. Now don’t let the sexy outfit fool you. I am here for one reason and one reason only. For that woman’s title,” Isis stated as she glared at him. “Mister Justice has assured me your little group of party boys can help make that happen. I have agreed to be part of this little boy band you have going here. Mister Justice believes I can be an asset. I’ll try it… for now. Don’t get it twisted. I know exactly who you are. You don’t want me here as much as I don’t want to be here with you. I see you, Gage. We have a similar goal and that’s gold. That’s where it ends.”
• Looking him up and down, she walked over and ran her fingers over the belt draped over his shoulder.
• She gave a half-smirk, continuing, “Stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours. Oh, and your little bimbo brigade over there is waiting for your attention. May want to take care of that.”
• Isis walked past Gage, scowling at the women. Sassy and in control, Isis took back a small bit of her dignity. She was proud of herself for standing her ground. Normally she would have cowered, but not tonight. Not while the entire wrestling world was watching.
• Gage grabbed her arm and turned her back to face him. Staring her down, she gave it right back. His grip tightened and suddenly, her short-found confidence broke in a flash.
• The camera shut off and someone yelled, “Cut!”
• They stood staring into each other’s eyes, with nothing more than malice in one another’s mere presence, both too shaken and irritated to back down. Finally, Isis had enough. Pulling away from his grip with a yank once the cameras were off, she attempted to storm off.
• “If you don’t mind taking your hand off me, I need to go speak to my cousin, Cyrus. You know, the guy who convinced me to do this? I’m rethinking that decision right now.” She walked past in a huff and headed down the hall.
• “What a bitch. She needs to get laid. Maybe I can help her with that later. Queenie needs to learn to be a little nicer to the champ. Unless that little outfit is saying she’s been getting too much attention already. Just another whore looking to get up the ranks. She will probably do it on her knees, like the rest of the girls around here. Better yet, I won’t take any chances on that one. She wouldn’t be able to shut her mouth unless I stuck my dick in it.” Gage laughed at his own remarks, thinking she had already gone around the corner.
• Jacob looked back at Isis, who was standing alone in the middle of the hallway with tears streaming down her face. Her arms wrapped around her stomach as if she were going to be sick. Her mouth slacked open in shock at his rude comments. She tried to fight back the tears but was already sobbing.
• “Champ.” He motioned for Gage to look back at her.
• Jacob patted Gage on the back and went into the Justice locker room, leaving him to fix the mess he created.
• Gage turned to look at Isis, seeing the tears rolling down her cheeks. One girl in the hall laughed, saying Isis was a slut, making Gage cringe inside at the thought he caused it.
• Isis dropped her head, feeling Gage watching her. Feeling her skin turning red from embarrassment while the salty tears rolled down her cheeks, it reminded her of the years as a child being bullied.
• To flee from the torment, Isis turned and ran down the hall to round the corner. Her blue eyes burned from the tears as she struggled to focus.
• Reaching the end of the hall, she flung herself around the corner, falling against the wall. Sliding to the floor, she covered her face as other wrestlers just passed by, ignoring her. Isis sat on the cold stadium hallway floor and pushed her head against the wall as her tears flowed. She ripped her jewelry from her neck and pulled the fur coat closer to cover her body.
• In all her years as a wrestler, professional dancer, and model, her peers never treated her like a whore. Never once called one. At least, not by those who truly knew her. Now the man she once admired treated her like she was trash. Everyone in her inner circle knew how modest Isis truly was. Her stage persona was just for a good show. Now she felt that her sexy side was nothing more than a joke; maybe always had been. She was second-guessing herself, and the old timid Isis was back in full force.
• She knew she was going to have to go back to the Justice locker room later, where Gage would be waiting. She had to be part of a group of arrogant men who had no respect for her, and she blamed herself. For the first time in years, Isis felt shame.