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It has been said that professional wrestlers are also professional waiters. Not food servers, but sometimes they get paid to wait around and be ready.
This Friday afternoon in Colorado Springs was no exception. A.J. and I hung out, shooting the breeze and playing NintendoDS. But I certainly was not complaining.
It was during this exercise in time-killing that I was introduced to A.J.’s best friend, and former tag partner, Kaitlyn.
Talk about a contrast. These two were best friends yet appeared to be totally opposite. A.J., the tiny, brown-skinned brunette, and Kaitlyn, the blonde fitness model, seemingly from Themyscira, but they were both beautiful in their own ways.
"So this is the new guy, huh?", said Kaitlyn.
"Nice to meet you, heard great stuff about you from A.J." I replied, despite the fact she wasn’t talking to me yet.
"Im sure you have, bro", not even glancing my way, focused only on A.J. she went on, "A.J., Finlay is looking for you about tonight’s match. You should go find him."
"Oh, are we still doing the Chick Busters reunion?" A.J. asked, she was puzzled.
"I think so. Go talk to him. I will keep your little 'friend' company." Kaitlyn used finger quotes on friend.
"Alright. See ya guys." A.J. left the room.
"So you like A.J.?" Kaitlyn approached me, she was eyeing me. It was rather intimidating.
"Very much so."
"Do you like me?"
"I..I guess. You seem…nice?" I was getting nervous as she got closer.
"It’s okay. This happens all the time. You are using her to get to me." She leaned over and I could see her ample bosom down her shirt.
"What? No. No. That’s not true at all."
"Oh. I see." She pushed me into the chair behind me, and straddled me as I sat down.
She continued, "You want a real woman, not some tomboy. Blondes are more fun, you know. How about I give you a test drive and if you still want to waste time with that tease, go ahead."
She took my hands and placed then on her firm breasts. She held them there as I tried to remove them.
She whispered in my ear, "You like these? Come on, there’s a changing room right over there."
I had been pushed too far. Suddenly I got a surge of assertiveness. I nudged her off of me and stood up.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing? I’m here with A.J., not you. I thought you two were friends."
She stepped back and adjusted her clothing. She extended her hand to shake. "Congratulations. You passed the test."
"What are you talking about?"
She grabbed my hand and shook it anyway.
"Look, A.J. is my best friend and I love her to death. In this business there are so many scumbags, users, hangers- on and flunkies that I get protective, perhaps even over-protective of her. She is the sweetest girl in the world and I want to keep it that way."
Before I could say anything, A.J. returned.
"Kaitlyn, what’s wrong with you?"
Kaitlyn turned and looked nervous. "What do you mean?"
"Finlay wasn't looking for me. There is no meeting."
"Oh right. Sorry. Guess I misunderstood."
"Yeah I guess so. Weirdo."
"Yeah well I gotta go hit hair and makeup. I will leave you two alone." She touched AJ’s shoulder as she walked by, "He’s a keeper."
A.J. blushed and looked at me. "What was all that about?"
I had to cover for Kaitlyn. "I don’t know. But she is a good friend."
"Yeah but an airhead blonde sometimes."
Hours later, it was finally show time. Chickbusters vs. Tamina Snuka and Aksana was on the card. I witnessed A.J.’s pre-match ritual – three black bracelets and a prayer that everyone stays safe.
"How do I look?" She asked, flaunting herself in her ring gear.
"Beautiful. Yet deadly. And those abs. How?"
"Lots of crunches and good genetics."
"May I? I actually play the washboard in a really awesome jug band, so I want to compare."
"Well in that case, it’s for science."
"Exactly. For science."
This was a big moment. A new area to touch, breaking down a barrier. I reached out and placed my hand on her stomach. Firm. Very firm.
"Yep. That’s a washboard alright."
"Good to know.", she smiled.
My hand suddenly moved her side and gave her a little jab.
She jerked and giggled.
"Found the Button. Your weakness." I made a gun with my hand and blew the "smoke" off it.
"Hey! Only I can know YOUR weakness. Cheater."
"Too late, super genius. You’re in trouble now. And I am not even in a jug band! Sucka!" Just then Kaitlyn walked in.
"Are you done making out? Or am I doing a handicap match?"
"This jerk thinks he’s all bad now."
I hit the Button again. "That’s how I keep you in check."
"Starting to dislike you. But I respect the hell out of you." She smiled and gazed at me.
"Come one, let’s go A.J. Before Finlay comes over here." Kaitlyn pulled her by the arm.
"Good luck, I will be watching."
"You better be." She blew me a kiss.