chapter thirteen

July 12, 2012 (off camera)

Kasey Summers was still angry over the lies that had been spread about her courtesy of the evil reporter known as Alex Houser. Not only had the man gone out of his way to taint her biggest win since returning to Femme Fatale Wrestling, but he'd further stabbed her again and then twisted the knife in the wound by bringing Sophie Richards on camera to back up his lies. It wasn't the best place for her head to be just two weeks removed from her biggest title defense to date against THREE other women— especially when one of them was Lightning, the girlfriend of her boyfriend's former friend and rival. It was complicated at best and she was starting to have a hard time keeping track of all the feuds and rivalries that were going on over on Twitter.

She'd obsessed over the footage of her title win for months— in fact next to training and spending time with her boyfriend, SVW's webmaster Kyle Kilmeade, that was all she really did. It had been built up so far in her mind that she felt she needed to confront the problem head on. The trouble was that she thought she'd read on Twitter that he'd been fired from the company so she honestly had no idea where to start.

All of these things were rushing through her mind with lightning speed as she lounged backstage at Velocity with Kyle, idly sifting through a bowl of jelly beans to pick out the yellow popcorn-flavored ones. "I need to tell that giant liar-face jerk right off. I really do." She wasn't aware she'd said the words aloud until after they'd been said.

Kyle sat beside her, eating the candy beans that she left behind as he leaned back against the chair. "I'd just let it go. No one gives Houser any kind of credibility anyway. He's the Fox News of reporting. Just focus on the title match in two weeks, and leaving with it. Then coming back to the hotel room to celebrate with your boyfriend, and what is likely going to be a third leg problem." He grinned as he said the words, popping a handful of candy into his mouth now.

"What's the matter," she stared at him for a few seconds before a smile broke out over her face, "does watching me kick ass out there while wearing next to nothing turn you on?" She patted him on the knee, "poor, poor you."

He nodded with a pouting face, as though he were some mistreated animal before grinning again. "You could hot tar the roof in next to nothing and turn me on. Haven't you worked that out by now?" He asked, more rhetorically than anything with that same grin on his face.

"Hot tar?" She wrinkled her nose, "that's a bit too... sticky and dirty in a yucky way. Now if we're talking naked peanut butter and honey body painting sticky, count me in!" She winked, and then abruptly pounced on him, knocking the bowl of jelly beans on the table flying in the process. Kyle immediately grabbed the table to keep from falling backwards into the floor. After correcting their balance, he slid his arms around her and very happily returned the affection for a moment till a voice was heard clearing just behind them.

"I'm glad to see you two are....happy." This was the awkward response of Summer's agent, Carson Black. Kyle looked up to him with a smile.

"She finds me irresistible. If you were a girl, you would too." He added before slapping him on the arm with a smile.

Summer blushed, embarrassed at her actions, "it's true, but I guess maybe we should tone it down, huh?" Brightening, she met her agent's eyes, "is there something I've forgotten I need to do, Mr. Black? What's up?"

"Oh. Nothing, I just overheard you guys when I was coming in to get something out of the vending machine. If you're looking for Houser, I know where he is." He walked past them, digging into his pocket for a moment and removing a handful of change as he stood in front of the soft drink vending machine.

"YOU WHAT?!" Summer shrieked the words right in Kyle's ear before pulling away from his side to run across the room. "HE'S HERE? IN THIS ARENA?!" She seemed to be having trouble controlling the volume of her voice as her eyes flicked back to Kyle for a second. "It's totes meant to be! Seriously, if I wasn't meant to tell that jerk off, then he wouldn't be here since he's supposed to be fired and stuff and Nessa doesn't start with the company for reals until maybe she gets hired after she gets kicked off Future Shock the first week and junk!" She took a breath and actually reached out to tug on Carson Black's sleeve. "Where is he, Mr. Black?"

Carson looked over to her as Kyle was a bit dazed, curious how he went from girl to no girl in a matter of seconds. The agent fished through his change, finding a few quarters before putting the rest back. "He's in the locker room closest to the gym. I heard his voice when I walked by."

Nodding to herself, Summer turned and looked at Kyle. "I'm gonna go give him a piece of my mind. Please, please... please... come with me for moral support?" The begging wasn't the effective part, really. It was the clasped hands beneath her chin that really accentuated her cleavage, coupled with the bouncing on the balls of her feet that usually worked.

And worked it did as Kyle grabbed a handful of jelly beans, shoving a few into his pocket and then taking another handful. "You got it, keep that up though and we'll have to stop off somewhere before you make it."

She cast a bemused look in his direction, "nuh-uh. After you can have whatever you want. I'll probably have some extra anger to work off anyhow. Let's get over there before he leaves or something." She grabbed his hand and dragged him into the hallway, but not before shouting back at her agent. "THANKS, MR. BLACK! YOU ROCK!!"

Kyle waved at Carson as he was dragged away from the catering area, managing to keep up with her as they took off in the correct direction. "You really gotta let this go at some point. If you want to get him back, do it on camera or something. Just yelling at him while he's watching the monitor though..."

"Doing it on camera doesn't benefit anyone," she said in a huff, "I don't want to get a reputation of some sort of whiner. I just want to tell him off personally because he's a total asswipe. It'll make me feel a whole lot better." She stopped so suddenly that she almost tripped over her own feet. "Oh, God... what if he's got a camera crew in there? What if he's going to ambush me and make me look stupid again?"

"Just listen outside the door before you go in. If you don't hear him talking, there's no camera. So you go in and give him hell, babe." He responded before cramming a few jelly beans into his mouth.

She nodded. His advice seemed simple enough and pretty logical. She'd never really seen Houser socializing with anyone when the cameras weren't rolling. Squaring her shoulders, she started marching again towards the locker room at the end of the hall. When the pair arrived outside the door, Summer took a deep breath and then instead of lifting her hand to knock, simply kicked the door open and stepped inside, already talking. "Mr. Houser, you are a disgusting and vile- OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY!"

"Oh wow....go get it, Alex Houser!" Kyle called out, giving Houser the thumbs up from just in the doorframe as he and Summer saw the same thing, but obviously had two totally different reactions.

Summer was beet red, her hands over her eyes although she was peeking through her fingers at the naked and entwined bodies of Alex Houser and Nessa Wall. They were very clearly right in the middle of consummating whatever their sick relationship was in the biblical sense. "Oh God," Summer said again, almost moaning at the horror, "I think I'm gonna be sick!"

Kyle looked quite interested in what he saw as Nessa bounced up and down on Alex. "Well baby, you said you had a bone to pick with them, but I think Nessa beat you to it."

Alex glared at the door, clutching Nessa's body against his to try to shield her body from their view. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

"I'M SO SORRY!" Summer shouted, backing into the hallway and crashing against the opposite wall as her hands were still over her eyes which were tightly shut. "Oh God that was so horrible... so completely and utterly..." she almost dry heaved as she tried to banish the images from her brain— it was like they'd been burned in with a laser.

Kyle hugged her against him, burying her face in his chest. "It'll be alright, I promise. This might have been a bad time." As he said this, he was very busy looking through the door opening to see whatever he could. "Damn..."

Her arms wrapped tight around her boyfriend as she finally opened her eyes. "I think you were right," she said quietly, "maybe we should have taken the detour first. I don't think I'm gonna want to ever again now."

Kyle looked down to her, a very disappointed look on his face. "Okay, I think I hate the bastard now...."