Dreams Should Come True

Her teeth cut against his knuckles, lips parted from the force of the closed fist against her jaw.  Bottom jaw slid, teeth grinding against each other, she would have cringed from the pain the impact caused her if she had the chance.  The bleeding from his knuckles was barely noticeable to him, however.  He had been waiting weeks to finally shut her up.  As much as he had loved her not so long ago, he hated her equally now.  The feeling of hitting her, seeing her fall to the ground in the a heap as a result of of something he had down was nothing short of pure ecstasy.  No one would have guessed how truly happy he was at the moment.  Everything from the hatred that filled his voice with its harshness to the rage etched across his face said he was to the point of strangling the miserable little bitch.

Her lip split, a stream of blood trickled down to just above her chin.  She wiped at it, smearing the ooze over the tips of a couple fingers.  She did not bother looking at it, her eyes wide and full of fear, not tearing them away from his figure towering over her.  Oddly enough, he got some kind of fucked up enjoyment out of seeing her in pain.  "You fucking cunt bitch!," he roared down to there as a god would from the heavens to a pathetic being, "Don't come down on me just because your career is shit and no one will hire you now.  You're the one that fucked things up by not being able to keep a commitment for your worthless life."

A single tear dripped down from her left eye, teeth clattered together as she kept her fingers at the spot on her chin where she wiped at the blood.  "Aww, what's wrong," he said mockingly, "Baby going to cry now?"  How could he treat her like this?  They had been dubbed "the golden couple" in the company where they met.  After they had married, she thought everything was going to be perfect, so did he.  He said he forgave her for the miscarriage, but he really did not.  Deep down inside, he still hated her and her fucking pride that kept her wrestling even while pregnant.  Stupid fucking cunt, and she had the balls to lecture him about getting back into wrestling when she could not stay even a month at any company.  She even thought that seeing her cry would make him see how much he was hurting her.  Fortunately for him, he could not give two shits about how she felt, not anymore.

"I... I.... I...," she stammered over her own words.  Her left hand still on her chin as if she were trying to stop her bottom lip from quivering, her right against the carpet of their bedroom, holding her her up.  The heels of her sneakers skidded against eh surface, trying to kick herself backwards and away from him.  On her knees, both palms against the floor.  On all fours as she was trying to get back up to her feet, she finally squeaked out, "I want a divorce."

The statement was as laughable as it was infuriating.  The hate, the rage, it boiled inside him like a pot of water with the lid ready to explode off.  So she wanted to leave him now?  Just because he was not going to put up with her crap anymore?  Not good enough of an excuse, but it at least gave him a way out of this sad excuse of a marriage.  He was not going to let her off that easy, however, not by a long shot.

He relished the feeling of her ribs caving inward from the force of is kick, watching her fly back against her dresser and land awkwardly on her side.  "You want a divorce huh?," he bellowed as he approached, leaning over her against the wooden furniture, "Why?  Because I'm tired of your muff diving ass wearing the pants in this marriage?"!  I'm fed up with hearing your fucking bullshit and it's about time you realized it!"  He reared back with another kick.  He could feel the crunching and cracking of bone inside her.  She started to pull her legs up the her chest, curling into a fetal position, not even noticing the spurts of blood that came up from her coughing.  "God damn it, now you're just making a mess," he mocked her, pressing his foot against her cheek, grinding her face into the small puddle of her own blood, "Clean it up, Princess."

Crying.  That annoying screeching, it was more a piercing scream.  Fuck her.  If he had any sense, he would have gagged the little whore before doing this.  It was coming from up, not down, all around him.  It was not her, but someone else.  A child, a baby.  That's what it, but impossible.  That was her fucking fault.  He bent down, taking her shuddering face in his hands, "'Til death do us part, eh Riley?"

His eyes shot open, the glowing red digits of the clock staring back at him.  Four in the morning.  What the hell was he doing up this early?  There it was again, the crying, only softer now.  He looked up to the foot of the bed, Melissa standing in front of the crib with Kelsey in her arms.  The grumbling from his throat mixed with the sound of her shushing the newborn as he rolled off of the bed.

"What's wrong with her?," he asked, his fingers going up the white silky sleeve of her top to wrap around her shoulder.  "The usual," she answered absent-mindedly, taking her eyes from their daughter to meet with his.  She eventually abandoned and looked back away, "Oh alright already, I'll do it this time."  He smiled, sliding over and down her back as he walked out of the bedroom towards the bathroom.

The man staring back at him from over the sink confused him at first.  It could not have been him, but it was.  His physical self, it seemed, was just as foreign to him as the internal thing inside him.  Was it a dream or had that actually been the cause for her leaving?  No.  He would have been a jail bird and paid her a fucking fortune in a settlement.  He did not, but he wanted to bash her head as he dreamt.

All dreams and little action, just as Shane had been telling him for the last few weeks.  She wanted the Xavier of old, the one who had damn near burned ESW to the ground for her hubby.  He should have finished the job, but that bitch got in the way and made him feel sorry for her.  No matter, she was gone now.  However, even if he wanted revisit his older days, he was unsure he still had it in him.

He had turned into something of a domesticated animal.  Marriage and fatherhood tend to take the bite out of any man, but he had to pull something out in order to show Shane and everyone else he could still cause the rest of the roster to quiver in fear.  He remembered those days.  Yes, when he was fear rather than laughed at.  And a win with Shane over someone like Kara, holder of the second highest title in HCW would set him well on the way back to getting on track.

Last week, while Shane got the win in the match, he at least proved he should no longer be seen as a joke and be taken seriously.  Ja$e or whatever his name was especially.  He hated being seen as the underdog as he was sure Shane did.  At least that was accomplished.  This week, it was time to force the ignorant asses who still saw them as such to see the error while flat on their back with himself and Shane victorious.