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Fear and Trust

francisco (frankie) morales x fem reader

2K words

warnings: two idiots in love, language, fluff, so much fluff, cheesy intimate moments, Frankie is husband material

summary: There is only one thing in this world that scares you and that thing is heights

a/n:  based on this trope 

I am so blown away by everyone who reblogs my erratic little scribblings and sends me comments, you fuel me more than you will ever know.  And as always i would love to know what you think. 

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In search of your shoes, you walk down the hall in your bare feet, hands occupied with the zipper of your sundress. Rounding the corner into the living room, you find Frankie on the couch tidying the mess books and papers on the coffee table. Focused the space in front of him, he pulls a pair of sandals from under the coffee table, letting them dangle on two fingers. 

“Looking for thes-,” 

And that’s when he sees you. 

He doesn't drop the shoes in your outstretched hand as you expect; instead, they fall onto the couch and he takes your hand, pulling you up to him, knees knocking with his. His gaze is glued to your dress, the way it matches your eyes and fits you in all the right places and flares just above your knees, leaving just enough bare skin for his eyes to latch onto. He doesn't even need to say anything, your skin is already tingling under the weight of his eyes and you forget why you walked into the living room in the first place. His eyes finally drag back up to yours, his throat bobs and- 

“Tell me something, babe,”  leaning back on the couch soaking up the sight of you. "How the fuck am I supposed to wanna go anywhere with you dressed like this?"

You let him tug you down on top of him, content knowing that the effect you have on him is equally disarming, “Hey, this was your idea, remember?” 

Sinking into the worn leather of the couch, you brace yourself on his shoulders, knees hugging him on either side, your dress bunching over your thighs.  His hands settle on your hips, guiding you down, blowing a hot breath out of his mouth when he catches a glimpse of the dark lace between your legs. He looks weak and starved all at once, running his hands up your thighs, curving around your ass, giving you an appreciative squeeze.

“Mmhm...” he hums, hooking an index finger under the one strap, sliding it off your shoulder, he sits up, his mouth focused on the skin of your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your bare skin. “I've got more ideas and all of them include this dress on the floor right now.”

“How am I supposed to resist that?” Sinking your fingers into his hair, you guide his mouth to yours.

His hands slide underneath your dress. “I hope you can’t.”

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It’s taken all damn day and three caramel apples but he’s finally got you standing in line with him, sharing popcorn and more junk food, and every few minutes when the line advances, his hand finds the small of your back, tracing soothing circles, and you think maybe it’s the way he’s just licked cotton candy off your thumb, or maybe it’s the fact that he could not seem to keep his hands off you all day, but whatever he’s doing is working because the nervous flutter in your chest isn’t so bad anymore. 

From across the pier, it didn’t seem that big, but now that you’re standing directly under it, this is by far the worst ride in the entire park and you blame the sugar high for letting him talk you into this. He senses your jitters again and he tucks you into his side, pressing his lips softly to your temple. Your free hand slides into his back pocket and the brim of his ball cap skims the top of your head, he is warm and solid and more of your tension bleeds away. The next empty bucket that jerks to a halt is for you.

“You owe me for this, Morales.”

“I promise it’ll be worth it.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

He doesn’t answer; he just laces his fingers with yours, that dimple in his cheek melting the rest of your resolve and fuck, it’s kinda hard to deny him anything when he smiles like that. He leads the way up the ramp and into the open metal carriage with the narrow bench big enough for two. 

Everything from your elbows down is hidden from sight inside the swaying bucket.  The sturdy bar positioned across your lap looks like it was painted blue at some point but had long since been overtaken by rust. You resist the urge to look up.

The ride operator steps up, reaches inside and jostles the restraint over your lap, testing its latch before shutting the half-door with a clink. Without warning your bucket is yanked backwards a few feet and your stomach lurches, knuckles turning white on the rusted bar. The bucket then jolts to a stop to let the next people in line a chance to get on. 

Yep. Worst idea ever. 

“Oh god,” Taking a shuddering breath, you would give anything to be as relaxed as he looks, knees splaying, back slouched, “I cannot believe you talked me into this.”

He pulls you into the circle of his arms, his calming, “Breathe, baby, I’ve got you,” is the only thing that makes the next few jolts bearable as you climb higher. He reaches across your lap and gently tugs your knees together pulling them snug to his side. 

Turning your face into his shoulder, you wait for him to tell you this is nonsense and that you have nothing to worry about. 

But he won’t because that’s the thing about fears. They’re irrational like that. 

“Hey,” he coaxes into your ear, “you’re okay, I’m not letting go of you.” 

Forcing yourself to breathe, you relax your grip on the bar in front of you just as another jerk propels you backwards again, then another, and another and now you’re halfway up the back of the massive wheel. Squeezing your eyes shut, your heart is beating inside your throat now and you’re fairly certain your stomach is lying somewhere on the ground below. Frankie has to pry your hand off his thigh.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Watching me lose my shit over the damn Ferris Wheel.” 

“But you’re doing it,” with his nose, he nudges your face up, pressing his lips to yours, “even though you’re afraid.”

The truth was, you wouldn’t be doing it if he weren’t with you. And he knew that. 

When he’d learned there was only one thing you were scared of, he found it hard to believe at first and also adorable as hell, but he never bugged you about it; he knew what it was like to be teased about something you can’t control. The irony is not lost on you that your boyfriend happens to be a pilot. The only thing he'd said at the time was, only idiots are not afraid of anything.

Jerking to a halt again, you’re above the trees and now it’s the unobstructed view that captures your attention and steals your breath. It's spectacular, all glowing neon and twinkling lights. The sun is sinking, turning the sky into breathtaking orange and pink, matching the sprawling scene below.

“Oh," you breathe, "this is gorgeous.” 

"Yeah," he lets go of your shoulder to drag his thumb down your neck, placing his mouth just below your ear. “It is.”

Your shiver is accompanied by a familiar surge of warmth under the softness of his voice because he's not talking about the sunset.

Deep down, Frankie knows there would never come a day that his heart would not trip over itself and spill butterflies into his stomach whenever you’d enter a room. 

There used to be a time he'd thought he’d never be enough, but you’d put those deep-seated fears of his to rest a long time ago. You’d been the unshakable and constant stability in his life that left no room for any doubt. Not that he’d had any qualms or cold feet about spending the rest of his life with you; it was quite the opposite.  The purple velvet box at the bottom of his pocket induced enough butterflies to fill his truck bed if that was any indication of how strongly he felt about you. The rush he'd felt in his insides during his very first simulation at the academy was nothing compared to the glow he felt today and he had to keep hiding his smile against your shoulder to try and rein it in. 

The ride starts to glide smoothly and okay; all things considered, this wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought. Dusk is beginning to settle and Frankie’s arm rests warm and heavy across your shoulders. The wind on your face feels fantastic and you’re not quite sure when your nervous energy changes into something else but every time you feel the downward pull on your body, your face splits into a grin and if you weren't so damn happy, you'd be rolling your eyes right now wondering when your life turned into a fucking rom-com. 

When he faces you, the sun leaves dazzling flecks of deep gold in his eyes, making them shine like bronze. His crooked smile pulls softly at the corner of his eye, a smile that tells you he knows exactly what you’re thinking, a smile that makes your heart lose its balance. It’s the same look he’d had when you came out of the bedroom this afternoon; the same look you’d pretended not to notice all day, wandering the pier together. Your heart is suddenly fluttering again and it has nothing to do with being three hundred feet off the ground.

“Okay Frankie, what’s going on? This all part of some plan of yours?” 

He takes off his ball cap and then replaces it in the same spot on his head, clearing his throat. “What plan.” 

“Getting me on the biggest ride here, winning me over with… with enough sugar to last a year and all your sweet talk and... listen, it's gonna take a lot more than a few well-placed kisses to get me into your co-pilot seat.” 

You feel his chest beginning to shake with laughter, “Baby, my chopper is much safer than this fuckin rust bucket. The-,” 

Your mouth gapes.  “Oh fuck you.

Just when you were starting to relax.

He blocks your loose fist with a gentle grip before it hits his shoulder, uses it to pull you in, your affronted gasp cut off when his lazy grin bumps with your open mouth. You had a dozen comebacks for the way he just teased you, but they all melt before they have a chance to materialize. His eyes glitter with amusement and something else but he doesn't give you a chance to examine it. 

“Lemme kiss you properly and then you can think about fucking me, ok.”

It's a little hard to be irritated; it’s a little hard to think straight at all when his fingers start dancing up the inside of your knee. The rush in your stomach now has nothing to do with the way gravity is forcing you down into the seat. Damn this guy and his ability to silence every single thought in your head.  

The ride is nearing the end, and you find yourself disappointed remembering how nervous you’d felt about it at the start. It slows and eases to a stop, suspending the two of you at the highest point in the rotation. 

The sun half gone now, the clouds are washed with purple and dark orange, the leaves in the treetops kissing each other in the breeze. It’s peaceful up here, hanging above the world and you understand why Frankie loves it. And your heart just might shatter right now because for the first time you realize that’s why he wanted to share it with you. 

Your throat clogs up and you don't trust yourself to speak but you don't need to because he shifts slightly, angling you so he can slip his arms around your waist from behind, tucking his chin into your shoulder. He's the one steady hand in your life. You fall asleep at night and wake up knowing that he's never going to be anywhere but beside you.

“You're right,” you manage, "this was worth it."

The edges of his heart twinge at the lightness in your voice, he soaks it up, knowing he’s the one responsible for it, knowing all the things he wants to promise you, knowing he’s the one you lean on, the one you call in the middle of the day just to say hi, the one you trust, the one you’ve said countless times you want to grow old with so why the fuck was he so nervous. 

That’s the thing about fears. They’re irrational like that.

A fragment of a forgotten conversation echoes in his head, something he’d told you a long time ago: Only complete idiots are not afraid of anything. 

He ignores the trembling in his fingers and reaches into his pocket.

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[niall-talk]

This Christmas (9)

After a few days to settle in and meet the family I finally felt comfortable in my surroundings. Went out for pints with the lads as Niall calls them. Thank goodness I already knew Willie and Deo. In that group of testosterone they were a huge help to make me feel like one of the guys.

Niall on the other hand had been acting a little out of sorts. I figured it was just holiday jitters or whatever. The more we ventured out the more of a chance for him to be noticed. Not that he cared as long as it was just two or three at a time.

I made my way to the kitchen early this morning and rummaged through the pantry to get what I needed. Everyone had been so kind to me I wanted to do something for them. I popped in an earbud and turned my music on. Found the recipe for Maura's pancakes and set to work fixing breakfast.

Just as I flipped the last pancake Niall walked in and asked what I was doing. I just looked at him like he was an idiot. “Really Niall? I'm checking the oil in the car. What does it look like I'm doing?”

“Don't have to be so hateful,” he poked me in the ribs with his finger.

“I'm not hateful ya knob.”

He looked at me offended and a little proud. “Did you just call me a knob?” He let out a laugh as I just looked at him. I wasn't sure if I used it right, but was pretty sure I did. “You've been in Ireland too long.”

“Well it's all your fault that I'm even here.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “Anyway what are we doing today?”

“Why do we have to be doing anything?” He had his head stuck inside the refrigerator.

“Well we have been doing stuff everyday. Just figured there was something today.” I finished with the food and placed it on the table.

As if on cue Maura and Chris walked in the kitchen.

“I got nothin’ planned,” he said as he closed the door with the pitcher of fresh orange juice in hand.

“Good cause I need to borrow Sammy,” Maura cut in. “And what is this? Did you two do this?” Maura motioned to the table of food.

“Nope it was all Sam.” Niall sat the drink on the table before he hugged his mother.

Chris hugged me and let me know that I shouldn't have gone to all this trouble for them. Maura hushed him, “If someone else wants to get up and fix breakfast then let them. Less for me to do,” she winked at me from across the table.

“So you said you needed to borrow me. What are we doing?” I asked Maura over my plate of pancakes and sausage.

“I need to do a little errand run and wanted to see if you wanted to join me and Denise for lunch a little shopping.”

“Oh well sure,” I was a caught off guard a little. Sounded very mother daughter-ish thing to do.

“Good dear. Need to have a little girl time with ya. Seems my son has been stingy with you.” She raised an eyebrow over her coffee mug at him. “Denise will come collect us to drive over to Dublin.”

After we finished breakfast I got ready for a fun day in Dublin. I had just finished with my makeup when I heard Niall ask if he could come in.

“So going shopping with the girls? Sounds fun,” he smirked at me. I noticed he was in a t-shirt and joggers still and his hair still a mess.

“Hey I have been with way more testosterone lately I could use some girl time,” I joked.

“Well I can just start leavin’ ya out of the plans.” He laid back on the bed. “And I just want to go ahead and apologize for whatever my ma might say, do or ask while I'm not there to stop her.”

I stood from my seat and asked how I looked. He whistled, “You going shopping with my ma or lookin for a man?”

“Whatever Niall,” I turn back to the mirror. “Is it to much?” It was just a pair of black jeans a white top with a gray wrapped cardigan with my black boots.

“Those boys in Dublin don't know what they are in for.” He shook his head as he got up from my bed. He gave me a quick hug, “Ya  look fine love. Have fun with the girls today.”With that he was gone.

I grabbed my overcoat and bag just as I heard Maura call my name. I called back out that I was on my way out. As I rounded the corner she looked at me with wide eyes. I suddenly felt out of place. “Look at this beauty. Niall we might need you to come keep the other boys away from Sammy.”

“I think she can take care of herself. Just ask Connor if ya see him.” Niall laughed as I rolled my eyes.

After about two hours of shopping we decided to stop for lunch. Theo had made the trip with us and was being a trooper with all the walking and standing around. He sat between me and his mother at the table. We were talking about some of the things we found.

“So Sammy Jo,” Theo spoke up. It warmed my heart to be called that again. It had been far too long. “Are you uncle Niall's girlfriend?”

That simple question got a big reaction from the two other ladies.

“No Theo. Your uncle is one of my best friends.” I answered. “Just like you are one of my best friends here in Ireland. He is back in the states where I live.”

Denise tried to apologize but I told her it was ok. Theo spoke up again, “But why aren't you? Don't you like him? He likes you.”

That last part got me. What was this little guy talking about? How would he know if Niall like me? Does he even understand what a girlfriend is? Denise tried to tell Theo that wasn't something to ask somebody. Maura just sat there and sipped her hot tea.

“Theo dear can I tell you something?” He nodded his little head at me. I knew this was for Maura's sake. “I love your uncle Niall very much and enjoy being his friend. I think your uncle feels the same about me, but we are just friends. So tell me why you think he likes me.”

“Because he smiles at you a lot,” was his simple kid logic answer. Denise said that didn't mean that Niall like me for a girlfriend. “But he does it when nobody else is looking. He watched her play with me and he was smiling at her all the time we played. He didn't do that with his other friend.” He explained to his mother.

Denise and Maura both looked shocked that Theo had said that. I didn't have a comeback for that one. How did this little guy notice that? I looked to Denise and Maura for help. Maura tried to hide the smile with her cup. Denise tried to hush Theo with the fact that Niall and I were just friends. I just sat there dumbfounded. Never in a million years would I have ever entertained the idea that Niall might have an inkling of a thought about me like that.

“I know my boy Sammy. He has never fought so hard to bring someone home before; especially for the holidays.” Maura gave me a mother knows best look.

Niall pov

“So what's going on little brother?” Greg asked as he sat on the sofa across from me. He decided to come hang out and have some brother time. It was a little odd but we had not really talked in a while.

“Not much. What's new with you?” I strummed the guitar in my hands.

“You know what hell they are probably putting Sam through right?” He laughed as he leaned back and watched me.

I just shrugged a shoulder, “Sam can take care of herself.” I continued to mindlessly play cords.

“Yeah but I'm sure they are grilling her about the two of you. You know ma thinks you two are together.” He shook his head.

I heard Chris over my shoulder, “Well he did try for three weeks to convince her to come home with him.” He stood in the doorway, “This is the first time that you haven't spent the day with her and look at ya. Still in your sleep clothes playing a sad sound on your guitar.” He looked at Greg, “He has hardly smiled once since they left and he hasn't played anything that sounds like that since they got here.”

They both looked at me. I suddenly felt like my family had turned on me. “You need to stop letting ma get in your head Chris. Are you two mental or what?” I tried to laugh it off. “Besides I wanted to show her where I'm from. Introduce her to my family and friends while she was here. Of course I'm not going to just dump her off while I go out with my friends.”

“Sure little brother. Why did you bring her home for Christmas?”

I just looked at my brother like he was an idiot. I had told them before, “She doesn't have a family to go home to now. I thought I would bring her here to enjoy a nice family holiday. Besides Sam hasn't had a real vacation in nearly four years. She needed to get away and relax.” They both looked as if they didn't believe my intentions were to just get her to enjoy a nice Christmas. “Whatever you both are mental.”

“Niall take a step out of it for a second.” Chris started in on me. “Put yourself in our position and look at it this way. “Your son fights to bring a beautiful girl home with him for the holidays and pays for everything. Brings her to his mother's house to stay during this visit. Is always at her side and always picking at her. Takes her around everywhere to show her off like a new trophy he just got.”

Before I could defend myself Greg started in, “not to mention the fact that you cannot keep your eyes off her for more than ten minutes. The fact that you watch her with Theo the same way I did Denise after he was born. I swear I thought you were making plans for your own family when I saw ya watching them two.”

“Ok stop right there. Sam and I are just friends. I'm not planning a future or family with her or anyone for that fact.” I felt the heat rise in my cheeks.

Before another word could be said the front door opened and it was Theo pulling Sam behind him. I watched as he pulled her past us. “Would it be that bad Niall? To have Sammy as a girlfriend?” Chris asked before he turned to go help the girls in with everything.

I just sat there deep in my own thoughts. I knew this would happen. Thought I was ready for all the questions and accusations they would have about us. Thought I had all the answers. Chris had to go and find the one I had not thought of. Would it be that bad? She was fun, smart, always up for a good time. Sam was feisty and quick witted, and everyone loves her. She was loyal to a fault that she put everyone and everything ahead of herself. Sam was an amazing person and whomever ended up being lucky enough to have her would be one lucky bastard.

“Hey,” the simple word brought me out of my thoughts.

“Hey.” I smiled back at her.

[rabidwrestlingfan]

Sorry, Love

Author's note: HAPPY LATE ANGST MONDAY! The big finale was literally written with Hey Ya by OutKast playing. It was the strangest fucking thing and I laughed so hard. Blue needs to remake her playlists. "I got two letters from you Last words of the runaway Your love was written so true And now I can't speak your name I faced destruction and you just killed me and walked away I gave my heart to the cruel Now it will not beat again" - I Hope You Suffer by AFI Isolde never seen it coming. Jimmy Havoc was a madman to most. In fact they called him fucking insane. To her he was just... different. Misunderstood. She was the wildcard of the little group. She was the one that no one could understand her reasons for being there. She was the innocent one. When her eyes opened she knew she had messed up. "We have rules for a reason, Isolde." That familiar voice said from in front of the bed. She let out a breath before turning to look at him. "I know. I'm sorry. Didn't mean to fall asleep." She answered tiredly. Jimmy hummed before coming to sit beside her. "You're breathtaking." He murmured before pressing a kiss to her lips. That was the thing about Jimmy. He could go from cold to charming in a second. They had been friends with benefits for a few months now. She still wasn't sure how exactly that had started. "Want to go to breakfast? To discuss strategies for tonight?" The second part of her question was rushed. No dates. That was rule three off their arrangement. She didn't need him to think she was falling. Even though that ship had sailed already. All was quiet for a moment, making her heart stop. Had she crossed a line? "Breakfast..." He said the word like it was foreign to him. The woman immediately shook her head before peeking at the floor. Her clothes were no where in sight. "Promised I'd wash them after I spilled beer on you, remember?" He asked knowingly. She was like a mouse trying to run away from a cat. Everything made her worry that she'd crossed a line. Nervously, she nodded before sitting up a little further. The blanket was wrapped around her as tight as possible. That was her thing. She didn't like to feel exposed. She didn't like feeling like someone could see through her. Jimmy got up silently and started going through dresser drawers. After a few minutes he threw some clothes at her. Isolde got dressed as quickly as possible. She had ruined it and she knew it. She just wanted to go. "When did it happen?" His voice was cold as ice. She looked at him with a raised brow. "What?" She asked shakily. Maybe this was some kind of test. Maybe she was simply reading too far into everything. Her fingers nervously twirled around her purple hair as she waited for him to speak. "When did you realise you couldn't live with the rules?" His words stopped her heart. "What the hell are you talking about? Breakfast doesn't mean I want to marry you!" The words left her before she could stop them. Getting on Jimmy's bad side wasn't something she particularly wanted to do. He was responsible for any name she had in the UK. In America she was just a girl with a dream, but now? Now she was the only woman Jimmy Havoc saw fit to be in his circle. She was a bonafied bad ass. "Isolde, lying doesn't look good on you. It actually looks like it physically hurts you. Should've known that good girl conscience would catch up sometime." Her eyes met his blue ones silently. Was there any point in fighting if he obviously knew the truth. "I can still be just as mean in the ring." She found herself muttering to him. She HAD to stay by his side in the ring. Every ounce of credit she had was due to him. "I know you can, dear. Got to have somewhere to let go of all the pent-up anger. In fact... I probably just added to it." Jimmy answered calmly. He seemed so unbothered by the whole situation. She expected to see at least a little sympathy in his features. Instead he just stood there, seemingly emotionless. Isolde nodded slowly. Of all the emotions rolling through her, anger wasn't the prominent one. She was sad that she had just let this go, and even more sad that she obviously didn't mean much to him. She thought she was special. The two simply stared at each other for a few minutes. She didn't know what to do, and he looked like he was studying her. "If you ever find yourself needing a beer and a good screw, don't hesitate. My door's always open, love." He told her with that wicked smile. The same smile he had when he asked her to join Regression. "I'll remember that..." The woman muttered. She really didn't know why she was still there. Every part of her wanted to be gone, but it was like she was stuck. Her stomach growling cut through the silence that had settled once more. "Better hurry and grab something to eat. I know you like to be at the venue early." Isolde didn't even tell him bye after hearing the words. She simply grabbed her purse, that was sitting by the door, and left. She had had a bad feeling since she arrived at the Electric Ballroom. Something felt extremely off. When she told Jimmy he waved it off as her being worried about his match. A no disqualification match was sure to bring jitters. Isaac and Paul started joking about her 'womanly intuition' when they heard about it. So she tried to forget about it. The night went as it did every time Jimmy had a title defense. They all had roles. It was like the awkwardness of that morning had never even happened. Nobody was the wiser. She was muttering about the bad feeling up until they were standing in front of the curtain. Ospreay had done it. He had ended Jimmy's record setting title reign. Isolde stood flabbergasted as she watched Jim raise Will's hand. Everyone had failed. There would be hell to pay, that she was certain of. She rolled into the ring, careful of all the debris, before checking on Jimmy. He was fuming. The anger in his eyes almost made her recoil from it's intensity. Once he was standing he pulled her into a hug. Too shocked to reciprocate, the woman stood motionless as he squeezed her. "Sorry, love." The Englishman mumbled into her ear before he picked her up and threw her out of the ring. There was a sickening crack that resonated through the room before a scream. Isolde had brought the ladder out as an intimidation act. Everything hurt. There was a sharp pain coming from her leg where it landed on the ladder. The first face she seen was Jim's after hearing Will mumble something about being sick. "My leg.... leg fucking hurts...." Isolde kept telling him. She knew she had a concussion just by how disoriented she was. She couldn't even keep her head up long enough to inspect the source of the pain. "I know. Don't look." The older man kept telling her. The last thing she seen before she lost consciousness was medics running down the steps. Later she learned the pain in her leg was from her femur protruding from her skin. Seemed she had hit the ladder just right to completely fuck herself up. Once he had learned of the extents of her injuries Jimmy had reached out. She ignored him every single time. He had caused this. All anybody told her was just how hard this journey would be. Most thought she'd never step in the ring again. Six hundred and ten days. Nearly two years. It was kind of ironic. It was almost twenty months to the day, and Progress was back in the Electric Ballroom. He was even fighting Will Ospreay, though this time to different results. Jimmy was barely holding himself up. Blood was everywhere and he was downright exhausted. But he had won his match and now the little cunt Ospreay was gone from Progress. So, overall, it had been a good day. He thought he was prepared for anything when he heard the crowd gasp. Wasn't there always retaliation from someone? He wasn't prepared for a plastic pipe to the dick. He wasn't prepared to see that shade of dark purple as he fell. Isolde swung at him wildly after he was down. Six hundred and ten days of pain and anger. Her body hadn't wanted to heal right. It made a comeback hard to even think about. Yet here she was. Once she was at least a little pleased with herself she asked for the microphone. "It's been a long time." She said before pushing her hair from her face. The crowd seemed split on whether to cheer or boo her. They were all definitely surprised she was even there. "Before anyone gets any ideas...I want to clear things up. I don't give a fuck about Pete Dunne, or British Strong Style, or anyone else who's after Jimmy Havoc. I give a fuck that HE is the reason my career was almost ended. I was stupid enough to believe he cared about my well-being. But things... things are different now. Now, I'm going to make sure that Jimmy fucking Havoc goes through every ounce of pain I have." Isolde turned to look at him after that. He hadn't even moved more than inch. "I will make your career hell for what you did to me. I'll be there to ruin every single opportunity you get. You'll always remember the day you royally fucked yourself. I'm going to have fun picking you apart, Jimmy." With a swift kick to his ribcage she was out of the ring. He would pay. He would suffer. She was going to have fun with this.