Sweet Dreams (Are Made of Her) Chap 1

I.

The hot water ran down my slender frame as I tried to process what just happened. Cecilia kissed me, her choice. She has never acted so forward toward me. I shook my head as I turned the water off and wrapped a towel around my body. I walked into the bedroom and slipped on a red and black dress and a pair of heels. Still shook, I opened the door and she kissed me again. What was going on?

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I awoke, alone, in my hotel room bed.

"FUCK!" I exclaimed as I came to the realization that this, much like all the great moments of intimacy with Cecilia, was nothing more than my dreams feeling more realistic than they are. I sat there, trying to catch my breath. A knock at the door calmed me a bit. Cecilia walked in carrying a tray.

"Daddy, I wanted to say I was sorry for last night on Twitter. You were playing around and I was mean and hateful for no reason. I made you pancakes!" Cecilia sat the tray down. One pancake had strawberry and blackberry hair with a smiley face. The other was vanilla and blackberry. Cecilia spoke again. "They are me and you, daddy!"

I smiled. She was always so thoughtful. She sat the tray down as I began eating the pancakes. It was the little surprises like this that I loved. "You know baby doll, I love starting the day a winner like this. Come Monday, I will also end the day a winner as I step into the ring with FPV and Smith Jones." My eyes glanced over to the North American Championship. The internal struggle I was having was hard to put into words. "We all dream of having an opportunity for promotion. We all look forward, in this or any business, of being on top. I cannot be on top until I win the Alpha Pro Wrestling World Championship."

Cecilia interjected. "That is why you are going to give up the North American Title, right daddy?"

Truth be told, I had no idea what I was going to do. I looked at Cecilia. "Baby doll, bring me my title?"

Cecilia stood up off the bed mumbling to herself. "I just got comfy."

"What was that?!" I yelled toward her.

"Nothing, daddy." She picked the title up and brought it over, laying it on the bed beside me.

I picked it up and looked it over. I looked at my reflection in it. I spoke softly, yet sternly. "Before last week's encounter with you. I heard your words, Smith. I heard you saying I am all talk. I went on to prove I was more than talk. I went into battle, with a random partner, and I pinned one of your whipping boys in Lex Collins.

Sure, you beat Bonnie Blue. She is still rusty. I beat someone who does battle on, at the very least, a semi weekly basis. You beat someone who took, what, a year off? I sit here and I ponder my decision. I think about what I am going to do come Monday and I think about our match. You know, Smith. You and your cronies like to talk about my Junior Heavyweight Title run but there are a few facts that you make it a point to omit. You make it a point to omit that I was merely a month into my career when I won said title. You also forget to mention, conveniently, that it could have been me vs YOU at Alpha Showdown but you lost a contender's match to Steven Osbourne.

I admit, a lot has changed in the last 210 days. You are now the world champion but what did it take for you to get this second reign? It took Dean Wolf making a mockery of this company, the company stars like you and I helped build, and running away from actual competition. It took you having to face off with a has been in FPV to get your slimy hands on that title.

You know what else has changed in 210 days, Smith? Me. I am not the same person. I am clean and sober. I am focused. I am better than you."

I stood up, pacing a bit. This decision, the one I thought was going to be an easy one, was proving to be the one to drive me insane. I shook my head as I dug through my suitcase. I found a t shirt that I was looking for and put it on. It was identical to the one Smith Jones had worn in his promo. The words "Daddy Issues" across it. I looked into the camera again. "Was this supposed to be a shot at me, Smith? Daddy issues? The only one that is going to have Daddy Issues come Monday are you and FPV because daddy is home and daddy is pissed!

You see, guys like you think you are hot shit because you thrived in a company when the top stars were away. Odin wasn't around doing his bullshit. I was in rehab. Hell, Lilianna Rose and Kylie Moore were better than you but their personal shit got in the way. You are literally a champion of circumstance. That circumstance will come crashing down around you when I take the world title away.

That is not to say I am getting rid of my North American Title. I haven't made that decision but sooner or later I will get a World Title shot and there is nothing you can do change that fact. Daddy issues? Nah bruh! You are going to be the one waking up in a cold sweat wondering where it went wrong. The point is, it went wrong when you started poking me!"

I paced a bit as I sat back on the bed, playing with Cecilia's hair. I spoke again. "Speaking of protection, Smith. You have a safety net in this match. You see, this is not one on one. I mean why waste a Pay per View caliber beat down on Metal. They had to throw FPV into this for some reason. Hasn't FPV used up all of his magic in Action Wrestling? Why does he want to come into my playground? Does he want us to stick his head in the toilet and flush it? Is that it, FPV? Is this like some kinky high school fantasy of yours? You, at one point, were someone to be looked up to, revered even. That time is not now. This is not the WCF and you don't deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as people like me.

Don't worry FPV, I won't dwell on times past. I won't bring Seth Lerch in for a cameo. I won't even shit on you too bad for almost losing your title in your first defense in Action again. This isn't Action Wrestling. This isn't Clash. This is metal and there is nothing and no one more metal than "Full Metal" Lucy Sixx.

FPV, what makes you want to be here in Alpha? Did you think you were going to come over to the place I helped build and run roughshod over us "non Action folks" after Walter took your world title? Did you think you were going to do the same shit Odin Balfore did and just beat everyone down until Irina gave you what you wanted? We are not accepting of that shit. Ask, Odin.

Or maybe, just maybe, you thought that we were lowlifes here. Maybe you thought you would take your pick of the litter. Newsflash, we don't want you here FPV. We want OUR company back from the likes of you. The likes of ZMac. You are outsiders to us. People like me, the first Junior Heavyweight Champion.

I am tired of this company holding me back. You see, ZMac got to hold two titles simultaneously but I have to choose? I have to make a decision? Irina has it out for me and that is becoming increasingly clear."

This decision was not going to be easy for me. I had to just take it minute by minute. I looked at Cecilia. "Baby doll. I am going to go to the gym. If you need me, come find me there."

She nodded as I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

II.

Grunting can be heard as I was hitting the heavy bag. My goal was to steadily improve. Improve in my training and improve inside the ring. I had to get better if I were going to represent this company. As I hit the bag Cecilia walked in, her hair in pigtails. She motioned for me as I walked over and we headed inside our private locker room. She spoke to me. "Daddy needs to drink more water."

She was always so concerned with me. She always looked out for me. Her demeanor changed rather quickly though. "Daddy when was the last time you talked to Frankee?"

I giggled as I looked at her. "This morning when I dropped Francesca off, silly girl."

She shook her head, fighting back tears and visibly upset. "I mean really talked to him. Not just a hi and bye conversation."

This question seemed rather odd and out of left field from Cecilia. She had never asked about Frankee before. "Baby doll. Frankee is a busy business man. He is a huge influence in the beauty world."

Cecilia broke down, tears and mascara streaming down her face. Man how I hated seeing her cry. She looked at me. "I feel like I ruined everything, daddy. Frankee was contracted to APW and there was talks of him being your tag partner, then I came along."

I looked at her as I wiped the tears from her face. "You left out a major detail baby doll. Before you came along, I went to rehab. Frankee made the Metal pallette and it took off like crazy. He wants to follow his passion as I did as well. Then you came along and my life changed, baby doll. I lost everything I loved for drugs and random men. Now look at me, unloved and lacking in friends. There are some things in life we have to do in order to truly live and for the first time in forever, I am living. Now don't worry your little head."

I kissed her as I ran off. I dipped into a back alley and lit a cigarette. I puffed on it as I spoke to myself. "What had I done? What was Cecilia going to think. Like everything and everyone in my life, I was going to run her off too. Cecilia was someone I needed in my life and I had just kissed her and now she is going to be mad."

I felt something on my shoulder as I reached back and felt a familiar touch. I turned to see Cecilia standing behind me. I had a seat on the curb as I sobbed and sniffled a bit. Cecilia wiped my tears as I had done just a few moments ago for her. She spoke to me in a soft, but shocked tone. "Daddy, I heard you talking to Frankee the other night. I know how you feel and I am very happy. I am not very good with feelings. I don't know what we are yet but I like it. I like the feelings you give me, even if they confuse me sometimes. When I was in high school, I had a crush on a guy named Mike. He was the cutest guy in school. Basketball player. You know the type. I was the outcast. I know surprise surprise.

When it came time for prom I decided to take a chance and I asked him to go to prom with me. I had already had my mom and dad buy my dress. He looked at me... leaned in... and slapped me. He laughed at me and said he wouldn't be with me if I was the last girl on Earth. He said he would be with a cow first. That day, I swore off of relationships.

Then, Geri introduced me to you. I was a fan of yours, daddy. You were someone I looked up to, someone I admired. They say never meet your heroes but I couldn't contain myself. I wanted to be near you. I craved the attention.

Then I heard you had fallen for me and I got scared. That is why I was mean on Twitter and have been stand offish. For what it is worth. I love you too, just not quite sure to what extent."

She kissed my cheek. I stood up and extended my hand to her. "Come on Baby doll, let's go get some ice cream."

With a smile Cecilia took my hand as I held her hand and escorted her to the car. We drove off as if all of this talk hadn't just happened as the scene faded to black.

Epilogue

So that is what life is all about. Choices and decisions. I had a major life changing decision to make. The difference between my decision and Cecilia's is I did not have a lot of time to decide mine. Liberty or Death was just a week away so I had to make my decision about the North American Title on Monday. What to do, what to do?"

I glanced over and noticed Cecilia was asleep, her head in my lap. I played with her hair. This decision would impact more than just me. It would impact Francesca. It would impact Frankee. It would impact Cecilia. It would impact the fans and the stars of Alpha Pro Wrestling. I had to think it through but had to give an answer by the time Metal went off the air. I planned on doing just that. Win or lose, I planned on doing just that! I always planned on making an impact and this was MY time to bask in the limelight. My time to take over.

Smith, FPV I will see you in the ring. Irina.. you will have my answer AFTER my match this week. I guarantee it will shock the world!"