So, not only was I finally able to get into the ring–I also tossed Cole back in by his trunks.
Turnabout is fair play, after all.
Heels can also get over-confident, particularly when the match has, frankly, been pretty fucking easy for them so far. Cole gave me an opening and I took it.
And once I was in the ring, I was determined to not only get my own back, but to give him the ultimate humiliation of losing to someone he didn’t see as a credible threat.
His gorgeous, perfectly defined abs made for an oh-so-inviting target, too.
He didn’t seem to like me standing on them and flexing.
As I listened to his groans as I put him through the wringer, I began to believe, you know? Believe that I could beat him, believe that I could be a BGEast star, believe that I, a rookie in my first match for the company, could take down one of their biggest and nastiest heels–something no one else had done so far.
I also was learning that I liked being in control, punishing my opponent, and even humiliating him a bit.
I also learned about over-confidence.
TO BE CONTINUED