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A few days later, Wraith and Cyrus brought in their sister Holly to the Chicago office. Holly was complaining all morning about the plan. She was excited for the chance to work with her cousin, Isis, but it wasn’t worth the hassle with the project they asked her to take on. She had visited the show a few times but never settled into signing her contract. When she did, she wanted to be on her terms. She didn’t want to team with a group unless it was her brothers.

“Geez, Wraith. You seriously want me to play babysitter to a bunch of assholes?”

“Stop calling it that, Holly. Chaperone or manager. You call the shots with these guys.” Wraith led her in Davis’s office.

“Ahh! Miss Holly. Come in. Welcome,” Davis said with a bright smile.

Davis held out his hand to welcome her. Holly walked past in her signature red leather jacket, jeans, black stilettos, with a cut-up band t-shirt while ignoring him. She was very sexy yet intimidating like her brothers. Raven black straight hair down to her waist, big brown eyes, tone body, and voluptuous curves made any man take notice, but few dared to approach her. Much like Wraith.

She flopped down in the chair, throwing her feet up on Davis’s desk, chomping at her gum. Crossing her arms, she was seemingly not excited to be there.

“All right, then. Well… let’s get right down to business.” Davis seemed annoyed by her dismissive attitude.

Wraith shoved her feet from the desk and scowled at her to say, ‘cool it’. Holly rolled her eyes, popping her gum, twirling her hair in her fingers. Wraith was the only person who she ever really listened to. Even though she was very definite, he was still bigger and stronger. Only her brothers could get any control over her. Just like Isis, they were her closest family.

Holly sat up straight and relaxed, watching Wraith glaring at her. “So? Who is it I’m playing babysitter for, boss man?”

“Their manager, Holly. You go in there calling it babysitter and it won’t fly. You think you can handle anything, but Colt is just like you; a cocky, big mouth, pain in the ass. If you go in without a game plan, he will feed your ass to you,” her brother Cyrus scolded.

“Oh, please. I can handle myself. Wait… Colt? Like Colt 45 Wesson? The Bullet? Slade’s bestie and one of Gage’s old proteges?” Holly threw her head back, laughing. “Oh, my gosh. You want me to watch over Retribution? Oh, man. That’s freaking hysterical.” She was suddenly interested. “Why didn’t you say so. Those freaking frat boys are a bunch of wannabe badasses? This could be fun.”

Wraith grunted, saying, “Holly. Respect. This is a business here. Davis is your boss. This whole thing might teach you something too.”

“What exactly will they teach me? How to be a total dick-sucking douche bag?” She looked over at Wraith who was scowling at her. “Okay. Okay. Geez.”

Holly rolled her eyes when she felt both brothers flick her in the back of the head. “Hey!” She rubbed the spot scrunching up her nose at them.

“Holly Bordeaux, right? That’s your stage name? You were a hardcore wrestler. Cyrus said a firebreather and fire dancer in the sideshow circuit too. That’s fascinating and a little ironic since Cyrus was burned as a kid. Maybe we can work that into a storyline in the future. I hear you also ride a motorcycle. That combo could be a fantastic entrance for your character.” Davis looked over her paperwork.

“I know no bra and panties matches. Wraith and Cyrus would kill me. But the fact is, you are hot. Sorry guys, but she is.” Davis chuckled.

Wraith practically growled in response, and he instantly stopped laughing.

“Okay… um. Let’s move on. You’re going to come in as a sexy powerhouse. Just like your cousin Isis did. Only this time, more metal rocker style. We know you’ll be the most dangerous woman on the roster. This is what I want. I want you to come in all guns blazing with these guys. Part hardass fire-breathing-biker chick. Part sexy vixen. Be tough, yet feminine. Use your sexy side to your advantage.”

“Sorry, that’s no go with sexy stuff on stage. If you mean that old school womanizing bullshit you’ve been trying to bring back, that’s a no. I am not a fan of acting like a slut to get off fat dudes watching wrestling in their mom’s basement. I can be sexy, but they will not treat me like some skank. Props to the girls who pull it off, but that’s not my style. No judgment here if that’s their thing. I understand my fire breathing is sexy, but it’s also an extremely dangerous performance. Not some kind of fetish shit.” She huffed, glaring at Davis.

“No. None of that. I want you to dominate. Be in charge. You’re intimidating just like your brothers and even Colt. But…” Davis rubbed the back of his neck.

“Colt and the guys won’t back down easily. They’re tough too. Especially Colt. The Retribution faction is ruthless in and out of the ring. He’s fearless. Deep down Colt is a great guy, but his ego is out-of-control right now.”

Holly smirked and popped a bubble with her gum. “I can break him. They all do.”

“This is a full-time gig. Backstage and out of the arenas too. When we’re on the road, you’re on their asses. You will be part of Retribution, but also the thorn in their side. And one more thing. I need you to report back to me.” Davis was adamant she had to take charge, but he was still the boss.

“Got it. But I want something in return. Tit-for-tat. I’m not stupid. I know where the money is. Title shot. Doesn’t have to be right now, but soon. I know you will want me to wrestle girls at first. The truth is that’s just not who my brothers trained me to fight. I have fought in back alley brawls and underground fight clubs. I’ve done shit your girls here would run away from. Wraith and Cyrus trained me and I’m a fighter.”

Cyrus rolled his eyes. “Because you can’t keep your hands to yourself and think you need to fight everyone. We trained you to keep you out of trouble, not get into more.”

“Whatever. I don’t want to hurt one of IWX’s little barbie dolls, Davis. I only know a couple of them that are tough, and I’m down with being in the ring with them. My brothers taught me so I can go toe-to-toe with guys. When the time is right, the World Heavyweight Title. No men’s title. No title shot. No deal.”

Holly, pleased with her demands, crossed her arms over her chest.

Wraith looked over annoyed, shaking his head. “You’ve got to be kidding me? My sister’s an idiot.”

“No. She’s into something. Men’s title, huh? Hmm… I think if you show you have what it takes, we can do that. I’ve been thinking about intergender matches for some time. If I agree, you must work for it like anyone else. We have a deal?” Davis sat back in his chair, sizing her up.

“Oh, and if I do this… I do it my way. Don’t question my methods. I’ll make sure they stay in line and you still have your Retribution cash cows wanting to stay at IWX too. By the time I get done with them, Colt won’t know what hit him,” she said, licking her lips like she was ready to eat Colt alive.

This was going to be fun.

Davis mirrored her response, pleased with her moxie. “Agreed. You have full access. I’ll step aside on this if you keep me updated. Just do your job. The key is doing what’s best for my business and helping our talent to succeed. What exactly that is, will be for you to decide at the end of this. I trust you are the one who can make it happen.”

Holly got up, shaking his hand. “You have yourself a babysitter… oops… chaperone.” Looking over at Cyrus to taunt him. “Sorry, brother. I mean… manager.” She said in a snarky tone.

Cyrus shook his head, resting it in his hand. “This is such a bad idea.”

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