“The QUEEN takes BROOKLYN!”

By: Miss Michelle

Writing Prompt: No

Date: 1st Apr 2022

The sun peeking through the large sliding glass door caught my eyes and caused me to wake up. I opened my eyes and laid there, looking around the room for a few minutes. I could feel arms wrapped around me as well as a body pressed against my back. I slowly rolled over, being very careful not to wake him. He looks so perfect and peaceful in his sleep. 

Watching him sleep so peacefully a flood of memories washed over me. My mind wandered back to the split that Brandon and I took last year, when P took me in and let me stay with him and Maddie. And then I found out I was pregnant with Ezra and Brandon and I reconciled, I pushed P away – even when he told me he loved me, I still left. It broke my heart to leave him that night, he had poured his heart out to me but I really thought I was doing the right thing at the time.

After Ascension, something broke inside of Paul and he dipped, he didn’t answer my phone calls or texts and it broke my heart to not speak to him. He missed the whole ordeal with Bam that almost killed not only Ezra but myself as well. 

A single teardrop slipped from my eye and ran down my cheek before I wiped it away. But then he came back and I swear it felt like he never left. Blood Money 2 was the real eye opener tho, we spent the whole trip to Disney together – Paul, the kids and I, people kept telling us we were a beautiful family and we felt like a family.

Even if a few people asked P if he was my dad.. and he said he wasn’t my father but he was my daddy.. 😒

And then there was Valentine’s Day – the day I finally made the best decision, for me. Turning on Brandon, leaving him laying on the canvas and making out with Paul over his unconscious body was incredible. Leaving the building with P after we claimed victory over Atara and James Raven was even better. 

The best part of the entire night was what happened after the show. Twenty years of built up sexual frustration blew up in minutes, literally. He blew his load faster than we could get started, but the second round was a different story. He was bound and determined to show that those AVN awards were real and trust me when I say, he made a believer out of me – I’m pretty sure I even saw Jesus at one point. 

I brought my hand up from under the blanket and brushed his hair from his handsome face and as I did, my wedding ring caught my eyes. I stop for a moment, looking at it before sliding it off of my finger and throwing it onto the floor behind Paul. 

It’s over, I cannot and will not go back to that toxic relationship. Brandon isn’t a good man, and it kills me to know it took me so long to realize not only that, but the entire time there was a good man beside me the entire time, who I ignored.

I lean in and kiss along his collarbone before moving up and along his jaw and I can hear a faint sigh come from him as he pulls me in closer to him. I watched as a smile crossed his lips before leaning up and kissing him gently on them.

Mmm Raven.. He moans out quietly.

Uh, what? I move back a little bit, looking at him.

Raven? What the fuck?

He opens his eyes, looking at me. He’s quiet for a few seconds before responding. 

What? Only you can kiss your friends?

I didn’t know he was your friend..

James? That’s bestie.” He responds.

I sat up in bed and looked at him.

In what universe? He doesn’t even know you exist!

That’s a damn lie. We hang out all the time..

Paul stands up from the bed, Monty python just a swingin, I swear he did that on purpose. Full of sass and attitude he placed his hands on his hips.

You keep spewing those lies and you won’t be getting anymore of this.

He gyrated himself towards me before walking away and towards the bathroom.

That’s fine. I’ll go find someone else for twenty more years.. I wonder if your ‘bestie’ is interested.

You won’t.” He said. Besides, he doesn’t even like blondes anymore.

We’ll see about that.

He reached down onto the floor in front of him and grabbed a pillow chucking it at me before turning around and walking out of the bedroom. I laid on the bed for a few minutes with the pillow over my face while laughing a bit to myself.

My mind couldn’t help but wander as I laid there, it had been so long since I had been this genuinely happy with life. I wake up happy and I go to sleep happy and in the middle I spend my time with my best friend. How could it ever be any better than this moment right now?

Reaching over to my left and grabbing my phone from the nightstand and reading the message stating that my bid for the Brooklyn championship was successful and I am facing Apathy at this week’s Venom. 

I most certainly thought that I would have had a little competition when it came to bidding on the Brooklyn Championship that Apathy holds. I figured that a bidding war would happen and it would be something as eventful as when I bid for Manhattan against Betsy, I’m actually quite sad that didn’t happen. I’m not surprised though, no one seems to want to spend the Blood Money that they are earning, trying to save it and bogart it in hopes of controlling the title scene, I suppose. Kinda dumb if you ask me, but oh well, to each their own.

People like Sahara who say she doesn’t need to spend her money because eventually they just hand you a title shot, but what did that get her? She lost. Maybe if she would have paid for it she would have tried harder? Who knows.

But me? I’m the complete opposite of Sahara. I don’t mind paying for them, which makes winning the belt that much better. I have a pretty good record with it too.

I shrug my shoulders, a confident little grin across my face.

I bid for Manhattan, won the war and then went on to do what it seemed like no one else could and that was to defeat Todrick for it. And that’s what I plan to do this week with Apathy as well. Apathy seems to be on her own little winning streak since acquiring the Brooklyn championship at Countdown, so sad that this will be her last few days as Champion.

I don’t have any problems with Apathy, I really don’t. What I do have a problem with is these weak ass people being title holders. I mean, a champion is a leader or at least that’s how it should be. Apathy is not a leader, she is more of a follower. She’s the person who you tell to do dumb shit and she does it just to fit in.

I mean, let’s just take Ascension for example. Stable vs stable times two. Dynasty vs FYA vs NSQ vs the Cure. Apathy had a chance to be a leader, she had a chance to go out and show everyone she was a bad ass bitch,  but what did she do? She had Brandon lead her team. He wasn’t even a member of The Cure. What kind of bullshit was that? The Cure wasn’t Apathys in the beginning but when Korresh left, she was promoted to leader and what a mistake that proved to be. Should have just thrown in the towel, instead you let Brandon Moore make fools out of you. 

If that wasn’t bad enough, you let Brandon in your head again when he promised you everything your heart had ever wanted and invited you to live on the island, as long as you promised to worship him in House of M. He swore that he would protect you, that he would take you all the way to the top but honestly, how did you expect him to do that for you when he couldn’t even do it for himself? I got news for you, Apathy, the Moore whose ass you should have been kissing was mine.

House of M, the M never stood for Moore and why would it? Brandon didn’t and hasn’t done shit. Brandon’s career died long ago, he’s been leached onto me, he’s leached onto Paul and he still can’t pull himself out of the hole of mediocrity. I mean, he needed Paul to win the Islands and then he lucked into the Bare Knuckle, and what happened when he had to defend? He lost his damn belt to someone who resembles an old, decrepit Bob Barker. 

There’s a reason why people were saying that I wore the pants in that family and that’s because I ain’t the bitch to fuck with. I do what I say and I’m not gonna pussy foot around with you bitches. House of M, and the M stood for Michelle. Because I was the head of the family and because I don’t hide behind Puff the Magic Dragon, I go out and I handle business like a leader should. My ducks are in a row and as always things are going to go my way.

What was the point I was trying to make? Oh yeah, the Brooklyn Championship deserves to be held by a leader, it deserves to have some respect put on it and it won’t ever be a respectable championship so long as Apathy the loser is in possession. Sorry, not sorry.

I hear the water turn on in the shower and I swing my legs over the side of the bed. I push up off of the bed onto my feet and head across the room and through the same door that P had gone through. As I entered the bathroom, I pulled the t-shirt up over my head and tossed it into the corner. Opening the shower door, I looked at Paul before stepping in behind him.

Mind if I join you? I ask, knowing the answer.

Sometime later..

We arrive in front of a huge gate and as we pull up in front of it Paul rolls his window down and enters some numeric pass code into the reader. He rolls his window back up and looks over at me as the gate slowly opens.

I need you to be on your best behavior here..

I’m always on my best behavior, I have no idea what you’re talking about.

I cross my arms as he just kinda stares at me for a minute. Another car rolls up behind us and honks their horn, the look on Paul’s face as he turned to look at them was priceless. He was shocked and disgusted at the same time, I couldn’t help but laugh as he rolled his window down again and stuck his head out..

You DARE honk at your KING? He hollers out.

I shake my head in the passenger seat.

I will get out and come back there and show you the error of your ways! He continues on as the man in the car behind us flips him off. He turns around in the seat, a look of shock on his face. The disrespect..

I burst out laughing, I can’t help it. He stares at me, a lot less amused than I am for sure. He shakes his head at me before putting the car back into gear and pulling forward through the gate.

He better be thanking his lucky stars I didn’t get outta this car. Who the fuck does he think he is? Honking at me? He shook his head. I’ll kick his ass..

I reach over and pat his knee.

I know you will, baby.” I say, slightly patronizing him and he knows it. What happened to being on our best behavior though?

He looks at me unamused.

I was talking to you, I am a pleasant person.

Right.” I say, rolling my eyes. “Pleasantly annoying.

Paul shook his head at me before pulling into the parking space and putting the car into park. He reached over grabbing me by my chin and turning my face to him.

I’m serious,  best behavior or no Starbucks on the way home.

I raised my eyebrows at him.

Okay, jesus.

He pulls my chin over and gives me two pecks on the lips before shoving his tongue down my throat for the third kiss.

That’s my girl. He says all cocky and shit.

We exit the car and he presses the buttons, locking it up before shoving the keys into the front pockets of his jeans. I walk around the front of the car to meet him and we head towards the door. I reach out and grab his hand to hold it and a smile instantly crosses his face. His whole posture and body language changes as we walk inside, he’s such a nerd.

Mr. Montuori! I’m so glad you came back. An overweight man in a suit says as he approaches us.

P,  what the fuck? I mumble out, he jabs me in the ribs.

Best behavior. He whispers. Hey Ted.”

He reaches his hand out to Paul and the two of them shake hands.

Is this your wife? He asks.

Ha! She wishes..” 

I jerk my head to the side and look at him.

The fuck?” 

Paul raises his eyebrows and gives me “the look.” I take a deep breath and sigh before crossing my arms.

She’s a feisty one. Fat ass Ted says with a chuckle, P laughs along, dick. You two have fun out there on the greens today.

Ted waddled away as I turned to Paul.

I wish? The fuck?” 

You don’t? I’m an upgrade from B, for sure. He responds.

Okay but you don’t have to say it like that..” 

Potato.. tomato or whatever.

We laugh. He grabs me by the hand and starts walking me down the hall..

Hurry up, I wanna get one of those carts. I’m dying to see how fast they go. He says.

What are we even doing here?

Golf, baby.. it’s supposed to be relaxing and shit.

I make a face that most resembles Sahara.. just confused as fuck.

Golf? I don’t even know how.. Do you know how? I ask.

How hard can it be?

He smirked at me before his eyes caught the short line to get the clubs and the cart.

I’m gonna go get us a cart and some clubs, I’ll swing by in the cart and swoop you up. 

He kissed me on the cheek before running off to get those things. I watched as he approached the counter so happily, almost like a kid on Christmas. 

This seems like as good a time as ever to speak a little more on dear Apathy..

You have all the makings to be a bad ass bitch, Apathy. You could be something huge around here but you won’t. You lack the ability to step up and put someone in their place. And I honestly don’t know why.. I mean, look at you. Five-eight, two hundred and fifty pounds, you are a beast! Can you even catch me though?

All that weights gotta slow you down a little, yeah? Not to mention you’re too tall to duck down comfortably into any hidey-holes. So what? You’re too tall to hide and catch me with a surprise attack and you’re too heavy to chase me down,  whatcha gonna do? Eat me? P doesn’t like it when other people do that, you know..

But no, realistically, you should be able to destroy me, Apathy. You should have no problem defeating me and retaining that Brooklyn Championship. 

Bad news for you though, because even though by all means this shouldn’t be an issue, I shouldn’t be an issue for you, I will be! 

There is absolutely no way in hell that I’m going to allow you to walk out of venom with that belt. No way. Its just not going to happen.

I’m sure you are a wonderful competitor in your own head, but I just don’t see it. 

And how would I see it? How can I take you seriously for anything, Apathy? Other than lucking into that Championship, what have you accomplished here? 

You got your ass handed to you by the mini gangster that was Amari Kent. That guy was a joke, couldn’t fight his way out of a wet paper bag if his life depended on it but yet he managed to put an L in your column. Someone has seriously got to teach you to use your height and weight to your advantage. Dude was built like Screech but somehow managed to hand you your ass, I just don’t get it.

You bucked up after that though, you tried to come out of your shell and show the world that you were capable of defending yourself. You tried to strike first when you and the Cure attacked Shawn Warstein from behind and man did you guys work him over. I think that was the first time I got a little excited for you. Like legit excited, cuz like I said, I know there’s a bad bitch hidden somewhere inside of you, perhaps she’s feeling a little trapped at the bottom of a box of Little Debbie’s these days, though. 

Maybe it’s not even you that has the potential to be great, maybe it’s the Apathy with a few men behind her that is? Because what happened  after you and your crew attacked Shawn? Do you remember? 

He kicked the shit out of you.. then again he also kicked the shit out of me so maybe I should just move on for now?

I had made my way over near the door and was looking around when Paul came racing around the corner in a golf cart. He had the biggest smile on his face as he pat the passenger seat. I climbed inside and he nailed the gas, grass flying out from underneath the tires as we took off.

We sped through the grass fields where people were golfing, barely missing being hit a few times. He swerved the cart around the slower drivers on the field, a couple of them even flipping us the bird as we went by.  We flew up this decent sized hill and P took the corner a little too hard and I almost fell out the side! Luckily I got a good ass reflex cuz I grabbed the “oh shit” handle and managed to hold on as he drifted around the corner,  damn near doing a full donut in the grass before coming to a stop.

Jesus Christ, Paul! Are you trying to kill me? I hollered out, punching him in the thigh before he got out.

My bad, babe. He said, smacking me on the ass. Next time, we’ll get you a booster seat so you’re safe.

Real funny, asshole. I say, rolling my eyes.

He grabbed the golf clubs from the back of the cart as well as some balls and started lining them up and actually hitting them. Color me shocked, the guy actually figured this shit out.

I sat down in the cart, watching as he moved from hole to hole in the vicinity, hitting ball after ball.

You failed the ‘speed dating’ challenge and ended up being pinned by the biggest piece of shit in wrestling. I don’t even know how you manage to show your face after being pinned by Joe. Like.. are you even okay? I can’t imagine the humiliation,  I would literally die.

At least you were able to defeat and retain against Druscilla though, can you imagine if you would have lost to her? They’d have to throw the whole damn belt away, you’d never be able to get that smell out! She’s literally the grossest person I’ve ever met, I don’t think she has running water in her cabin in the woods. Someone should tell her that body spray doesn’t replace soap and water.

But she’s not the only nasty bitch on the roster, isn’t that right? It seems our reigning and defending Brooklyn Champion is quite the dirty whore herself! 

You did fuck your cousin, didn’t you Apathy? That’s pretty gross. That’s also pretty unbecoming for a champion. I mean, not only should a champion be a leader but they should also be a role model, which you are not. Nobody wants to be represented by someone who thinks it’s okay to have sex with their own family members. 

Apathy, Brooklyn doesn’t want you as their champion. I took a vote with them and much like what’s going to happen at Venom, you lost. Don’t worry, I will gladly take over as the Queen of Brooklyn and you can go back to being the Princess of Incest.

You never deserved Brooklyn anyways, I can’t wait to walk away with her, leaving you laying flat on your back in the ring at Venom. It is a position you’re more than familiar with. 

I don’t know what else there is to say to you, Apathy. I’ve more than covered my bases on why you don’t deserve to be champion of Brooklyn and I didn’t even have to work hard to prove any of it. You’re as lame as you are tall. 

Oh but wait, I almost forgot! The number one reason why you shouldn’t be Queen of Brooklyn? Because for a while you were too damn stupid to even know what championship to even had. You thought you were the Bare Knuckle champion, you said it several times.

Why should I pay any attention to you when you don’t even know what the fuck you’re doing? I’d tell you to pull your head out of your ass but why bother?

I deserve to be Brooklyn Champion, Apathy. I am a leader, I am a role model and I am a bad ass bitch. I say what I mean and back up every fucking word that comes out of my mouth. I don’t pussy foot around with people and their feelings because why the fuck should I? 

Enjoy your last few days with my belt and remember it’s BROOKLYN not BARE KNUCKLE.”

Paul had moved a little ways down away from me playing this stupid ass game of golf and I was getting more than a little bored. I glanced over and just a bit behind where he was playing was a small pond that had an array of ducks in it.

I stood up from the golf cart and grabbed a club and pack of balls from the bag. Walking along the grass, several balls flying past me and I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s how it felt to be Sahara, you know the balls flying past her? Nevermind..

I stopped and popped the package open, dropping the balls down onto the grass. I lined a few of them up and started hitting them into the pond, nailing the ducks causing them to squak. People had stopped playing and were watching me hit the ducks with the balls. Some were mad, some were horrified and some were laughing.

Paul turned to see the commotion and was horrified. He screamed out my name so loud, I swear it echoed and ran across the lawn, tackling me down to the grass.

You can’t hit the ducks! He exclaims. 

Why not? It’s fun..

He sighed, pushing himself up to his feet and pulling me up with him. He takes the club from me and walks back to the cart, almost dragging me behind.

Where are we going? You’re the one who told me to have fun!

We’re leaving! He says..and no Starbucks! He growls out.

Oh hell no..