Post by SINN - Isle Trainer on Jan 27, 2021 15:39:00 GMT -5
She heaved a long suffering sigh, her gaze on the waves rolling over the beach. The view here was perfect, the extended honeymoon had been wonderful. It was an adjustment over the last few years, stepping out of the spotlight and finally learning how to really exist without the need for constant movement or battle. Once an addict…
Jada Kaine would always be an addict.
She’d spent fifteen years on and off the stage of her own clubs and headlining others, twenty in and out of the ring putting her body through more physical punishment. Drugs during those first few years were soon replaced by near constant drinking--always looking for the next big match, the next drink, the next partner that would set her skin on fire with just their touch. Nearly a lifetime spent on the go and only one person ever made her want to stop and smell the literal roses.
She didn’t know how Lilah managed to do so much and still find the time to grow the most sweet smelling roses in their window box for her.
Lilah Hurst was an angel in stilettos and to think...Jada nearly killed herself for one last match with her most dangerous protege before she realized the kind of love that angel gifted her with. It was hard to fathom how just a few years ago how close to the end she’d been. A dozen or more surgeries since then, a strict diet and physical therapy regimen, and most importantly something to live for. How it took more than ten years to finally see what had been right in front of her--rolling up in front of the house in Cambridge in that bright red Saturn Sky, because Jada’s braintwin had seen the downward spiral and called in the big guns.
She shifted her weight slightly on the deck chair, thoughts drifting back to just a few years ago.
Her protege...her monster, Sahara had her time in the wrestling limelight before switching directions and making the move into acting. Her own son was doing reasonably well on his own, though she knew for certain now he was back together with Nikki. It was a good thing--her braintwin’s half sister had his explosive anger and Josh often acted as a tempering presence. Josh did not share his mother’s tendencies to miss what was right in front of him...at least not for long. He paid attention to what people said, he learned from his mistakes.
Thank fuck he’d had competent people to raise him.
She was so lost in her own thoughts, she didn’t hear the gentle tapping of heels on the hardwood floor--just startled out of her reverie by her wife settling on the end of the deck chair, offering out a cup of that caffeine sorcery she called coffee.
“Somethin’ on your mind, Sugah?”
Jada managed a smile, taking the coffee and letting out a happy sigh. It was fucking magic what Lilah could do with a cup of coffee, also that sixth sense for knowing when her wife was feeling something less like her normal self. The last few years had been not only about rebuilding herself, but building something together. The former world champion and trainer wasn’t very adept at hiding how she felt--she just tended to isolate so no one would know any potential weaknesses. There were no enemies here. No competition.
“Jada?”
“Oh shit--” She half shook her head before thinking for a moment and nodded. “Yeah. Just...itching. Something like restless, like what would happen before I’d throw myself into a binge or a bottle.” Sobriety sucked, but the alcohol had done enough damage. It wasn’t worth losing what she had; thank fuck for the weekly (now virtual because of the pandemic) AA meetings. “--’m bored. Gettin’ itchy for action, somethin’ to do outside the books for the clubs and therapy.”
"Boredom can be dangerous," the blonde lady said, kicking up her heels in the deck chair with her own cup of warm caffeine to keep the day in motion. "Learned that from your programs, and it's true. Not as dangerous as pain, or stress from throwing yourself back in the fire, but they don't call idle hands the devil's playthings for no reason. The hotel's got its roots sunk in good, it doesn't need us so much to keep going anymore. You should find a project to apply yourself to."
The next suggestion from Lilah came slower, more measured, after a long warm sip tempered her tongue and let her think before she spoke. "You know, they have those training facilities on Isle. You don't have to get in the ring yourself to train, you can stand right outside of it, and these kids are probably not going to include festerin' monsters like Sahara just waitin' for the right person to latch onto for a ride to the top. Even if there are some, you've got somebody who's got a bit of a radar for that type to sound the warnin'." A long, lithe arm draped itself over to gently take Jada's hand, just like kudzu.
“Oof, that’s like holdin’ out a nice glass Stoli and sayin’ ‘drink up!’.” Jada half chuckled over her cup, but her wife’s words held no lie. Boredom combined with an addictive personality was dangerous, but the sobriety programs and support groups did help. There was important shit to learn and take to heart when you actually stopped to fucking listen. “You ain’t wrong though, you don’t get lost in the woods so easily like I do.”
The more the idea rolled around in her mind, the more she liked it. The more feasible an option it became. With her wife there to steady her, to call out a warning when needed, it was a much safer option than hanging around the damn house and getting lost in her own head.
“Honest truth, I miss trainin’. I miss the bumps and rolls and suplexes, but trainin’ kept me focused. Helps that the couple of ‘em I did train actually listened to me, too.” Jada let her fingers intertwine with the blonde’s, “I don’t mind the beach, either. Get to watch my gorgeous wife work her magic on the mic and get a crowd riled up.”
There was something like focus in her gaze, hope in her voice. “Just still feels dangerous to be back around the ring like that. Might have to work into the contract that my wife will kick my ass if I step into the ring. Josh’ll probably pitch a fit that I’d be that close again, but I’d maybe get to see my other kiddo. Tarzan took her title, but Josh’s shacked up with her now--probably helped her a bit. You sure it’s all good with you, Kudzu?”
"I'm sure," Lilah said, blue eyes meeting her wife's. "As long as I'm there every step of the way with you. I ain't got nothin' to really do either. I'm sure the Baker staff is more'n tired of me helicoptering around tryin' to resist micromanagin' stuff. Maybe I'll learn a thing or two watchin' you work. I don't ever anticipate gettin' back in the ring myself, but an active mind is a happy mind."
“Lilah, I’ve been followin’ you around like a lost puppy since we got married—I’m surprised you ain’t sick of me yet.”
She laughed to herself, green eyes smiling to her favorite pair of blue. “We’re together till the end, Sweetcheeks. You’re the only person who ever got me okay with slowin’ down, the only one who made me want to build something with you instead of competing with you. I know I still have shit wrong in some places upstairs and yeah, I’m a bit more fragile than I was—I can calm down and enjoy the quiet most of the time. But you’re right, I need a project. A project that keeps us together is even better.”
"Exactly." Jada's observations brought a huge grin to her wife's face. "Hey, I knew what I was signin' up for when I said yes. I watched you struggle and helped pick the debris from your wounds. I'm not perfect either, even if I do a mighty fine job of givin' off airs that I am from a distance. I learned as I went, same as you-- you just might be a little more stubborn to change than I am in some ways. But it kept you together through nine hells and then some, so I wouldn't change that about you either."
Lilah looked out over the waves, the breeze fanning her hair back from her face. The day was perfect. "Spring's comin' up, it'd be nice to spend our first married summer on the beach. Might be hard to handle with the fruity drinks being passed around on the resort, but I do know they have minders keepin' an eye out for the underage kids and keepin' the trainin' zone substance free to prevent accidents. Though I know that might seem a tad highfalutin' compared to the age of wrestlin' we come from." Not to mention the more underground offshoots they'd wandered into.
“Oooh. You and me on a beach in summertime. That sounds like heaven, Darlin’.” The older woman adored her wife—in her eyes, at least, Lilah was perfect...well, together they were perfect. “Might see if Mick won’t mind comin’ along with his partner—just to help with the whole substance free and keeping me out of someone’s line of fire.”
There was a brief pause as they enjoyed that breeze.
“Last thing I want is to get caught in someone else’s rough and tumble, end up even more broken than I am now.” Surgeries and therapy had helped tremendously, but there was still the ever present danger that one wrong hit or fall could end up paralyzing her or worse, killing her outright. Her team of doctors told her she would be touch and go for a long time, and would never again be as solid as she was before. Jada pushed some stray locks of her sable hair away from her one working eye before leaning over to press a kiss to Lilah’s perfect cheek.
“Love you, Kudzu.”
Jada Kaine would always be an addict.
She’d spent fifteen years on and off the stage of her own clubs and headlining others, twenty in and out of the ring putting her body through more physical punishment. Drugs during those first few years were soon replaced by near constant drinking--always looking for the next big match, the next drink, the next partner that would set her skin on fire with just their touch. Nearly a lifetime spent on the go and only one person ever made her want to stop and smell the literal roses.
She didn’t know how Lilah managed to do so much and still find the time to grow the most sweet smelling roses in their window box for her.
Lilah Hurst was an angel in stilettos and to think...Jada nearly killed herself for one last match with her most dangerous protege before she realized the kind of love that angel gifted her with. It was hard to fathom how just a few years ago how close to the end she’d been. A dozen or more surgeries since then, a strict diet and physical therapy regimen, and most importantly something to live for. How it took more than ten years to finally see what had been right in front of her--rolling up in front of the house in Cambridge in that bright red Saturn Sky, because Jada’s braintwin had seen the downward spiral and called in the big guns.
She shifted her weight slightly on the deck chair, thoughts drifting back to just a few years ago.
Her protege...her monster, Sahara had her time in the wrestling limelight before switching directions and making the move into acting. Her own son was doing reasonably well on his own, though she knew for certain now he was back together with Nikki. It was a good thing--her braintwin’s half sister had his explosive anger and Josh often acted as a tempering presence. Josh did not share his mother’s tendencies to miss what was right in front of him...at least not for long. He paid attention to what people said, he learned from his mistakes.
Thank fuck he’d had competent people to raise him.
She was so lost in her own thoughts, she didn’t hear the gentle tapping of heels on the hardwood floor--just startled out of her reverie by her wife settling on the end of the deck chair, offering out a cup of that caffeine sorcery she called coffee.
“Somethin’ on your mind, Sugah?”
Jada managed a smile, taking the coffee and letting out a happy sigh. It was fucking magic what Lilah could do with a cup of coffee, also that sixth sense for knowing when her wife was feeling something less like her normal self. The last few years had been not only about rebuilding herself, but building something together. The former world champion and trainer wasn’t very adept at hiding how she felt--she just tended to isolate so no one would know any potential weaknesses. There were no enemies here. No competition.
“Jada?”
“Oh shit--” She half shook her head before thinking for a moment and nodded. “Yeah. Just...itching. Something like restless, like what would happen before I’d throw myself into a binge or a bottle.” Sobriety sucked, but the alcohol had done enough damage. It wasn’t worth losing what she had; thank fuck for the weekly (now virtual because of the pandemic) AA meetings. “--’m bored. Gettin’ itchy for action, somethin’ to do outside the books for the clubs and therapy.”
"Boredom can be dangerous," the blonde lady said, kicking up her heels in the deck chair with her own cup of warm caffeine to keep the day in motion. "Learned that from your programs, and it's true. Not as dangerous as pain, or stress from throwing yourself back in the fire, but they don't call idle hands the devil's playthings for no reason. The hotel's got its roots sunk in good, it doesn't need us so much to keep going anymore. You should find a project to apply yourself to."
The next suggestion from Lilah came slower, more measured, after a long warm sip tempered her tongue and let her think before she spoke. "You know, they have those training facilities on Isle. You don't have to get in the ring yourself to train, you can stand right outside of it, and these kids are probably not going to include festerin' monsters like Sahara just waitin' for the right person to latch onto for a ride to the top. Even if there are some, you've got somebody who's got a bit of a radar for that type to sound the warnin'." A long, lithe arm draped itself over to gently take Jada's hand, just like kudzu.
“Oof, that’s like holdin’ out a nice glass Stoli and sayin’ ‘drink up!’.” Jada half chuckled over her cup, but her wife’s words held no lie. Boredom combined with an addictive personality was dangerous, but the sobriety programs and support groups did help. There was important shit to learn and take to heart when you actually stopped to fucking listen. “You ain’t wrong though, you don’t get lost in the woods so easily like I do.”
The more the idea rolled around in her mind, the more she liked it. The more feasible an option it became. With her wife there to steady her, to call out a warning when needed, it was a much safer option than hanging around the damn house and getting lost in her own head.
“Honest truth, I miss trainin’. I miss the bumps and rolls and suplexes, but trainin’ kept me focused. Helps that the couple of ‘em I did train actually listened to me, too.” Jada let her fingers intertwine with the blonde’s, “I don’t mind the beach, either. Get to watch my gorgeous wife work her magic on the mic and get a crowd riled up.”
There was something like focus in her gaze, hope in her voice. “Just still feels dangerous to be back around the ring like that. Might have to work into the contract that my wife will kick my ass if I step into the ring. Josh’ll probably pitch a fit that I’d be that close again, but I’d maybe get to see my other kiddo. Tarzan took her title, but Josh’s shacked up with her now--probably helped her a bit. You sure it’s all good with you, Kudzu?”
"I'm sure," Lilah said, blue eyes meeting her wife's. "As long as I'm there every step of the way with you. I ain't got nothin' to really do either. I'm sure the Baker staff is more'n tired of me helicoptering around tryin' to resist micromanagin' stuff. Maybe I'll learn a thing or two watchin' you work. I don't ever anticipate gettin' back in the ring myself, but an active mind is a happy mind."
“Lilah, I’ve been followin’ you around like a lost puppy since we got married—I’m surprised you ain’t sick of me yet.”
She laughed to herself, green eyes smiling to her favorite pair of blue. “We’re together till the end, Sweetcheeks. You’re the only person who ever got me okay with slowin’ down, the only one who made me want to build something with you instead of competing with you. I know I still have shit wrong in some places upstairs and yeah, I’m a bit more fragile than I was—I can calm down and enjoy the quiet most of the time. But you’re right, I need a project. A project that keeps us together is even better.”
"Exactly." Jada's observations brought a huge grin to her wife's face. "Hey, I knew what I was signin' up for when I said yes. I watched you struggle and helped pick the debris from your wounds. I'm not perfect either, even if I do a mighty fine job of givin' off airs that I am from a distance. I learned as I went, same as you-- you just might be a little more stubborn to change than I am in some ways. But it kept you together through nine hells and then some, so I wouldn't change that about you either."
Lilah looked out over the waves, the breeze fanning her hair back from her face. The day was perfect. "Spring's comin' up, it'd be nice to spend our first married summer on the beach. Might be hard to handle with the fruity drinks being passed around on the resort, but I do know they have minders keepin' an eye out for the underage kids and keepin' the trainin' zone substance free to prevent accidents. Though I know that might seem a tad highfalutin' compared to the age of wrestlin' we come from." Not to mention the more underground offshoots they'd wandered into.
“Oooh. You and me on a beach in summertime. That sounds like heaven, Darlin’.” The older woman adored her wife—in her eyes, at least, Lilah was perfect...well, together they were perfect. “Might see if Mick won’t mind comin’ along with his partner—just to help with the whole substance free and keeping me out of someone’s line of fire.”
There was a brief pause as they enjoyed that breeze.
“Last thing I want is to get caught in someone else’s rough and tumble, end up even more broken than I am now.” Surgeries and therapy had helped tremendously, but there was still the ever present danger that one wrong hit or fall could end up paralyzing her or worse, killing her outright. Her team of doctors told her she would be touch and go for a long time, and would never again be as solid as she was before. Jada pushed some stray locks of her sable hair away from her one working eye before leaning over to press a kiss to Lilah’s perfect cheek.
“Love you, Kudzu.”
