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Travis was no stranger to trash talk. It came with the territory of being an NFL player, especially one who'd won Super Bowls and earned his spot as one of the best tight ends in the game. He knew how to give it, and he certainly knew how to take it. But there were lines. Lines you just didn't cross, especially when it came to his wife, Taylor.
It was a crisp autumn Sunday afternoon, the kind of weather perfect for football. The Kansas City Chiefs had just beaten one of their biggest rivals, the Las Vegas Raiders, in a heated division game. The final score was close, and tensions were still running high as both teams made their way off the field. Travis, despite the victory, had a weird feeling simmering in the pit of his stomach.
He tried to brush it off as just post-game adrenaline, but when a voice called out to him as they were headed toward the locker rooms, his gut told him something worse was coming.
"Yo, Kelce! Ain't it nice to come home to a wife that's half plastic?"
Travis's spine stiffened immediately. He didn't recognize the voice at first, but as he turned around, his eyes landed on Aaron Summers, a cocky linebacker from the Raiders with a reputation for running his mouth. Summers stood at the edge of the hallway, not even bothering to lower his voice or hide the smug grin on his face.
Travis's teammates, including Patrick Mahomes and some others, were heading down the hall too, but they slowed when they realized something was happening. The air in the corridor grew tense as everyone caught on that this wasn't just normal post-game ribbing.
Travis narrowed his eyes, every instinct in him telling him to keep walking. Don't rise to the bait. This guy was just looking for a reaction, looking to get under his skin.
But then Summers opened his mouth again.
"Bet she spends more time in a surgeon's office than she does writing her songs these days, huh?" Summers called out, crossing his arms and leaning casually against the wall. "How do you deal with that, man? All that fame, all that pressure. She's gotta be making changes every other week just to keep herself looking relevant. Gotta be rough for you, having to wake up next to that."
The words hit Travis like a freight train, and his entire body tensed. Body shaming? Really?
He glanced back at Patrick, who shot him a look that screamed *don't do it*, but Travis had already made up his mind. He wasn't about to let this slide. Not this. Not when it came to Taylor.
Travis turned on his heel and made his way toward Summers, each step deliberate and controlled, but there was fire in his eyes. The hallway grew quieter as players and staff from both teams caught on to what was happening, but Travis didn't care.
Summers straightened up, a smug grin plastered on his face as he saw Travis approaching. Clearly, he thought his words had landed. He had no idea what was about to hit him.
Travis stopped just a few feet away, his tall frame towering over Summers. He could see the gleam of arrogance in the other man's eyes, but Summers was about to find out that messing with Travis Kelce's wife came with consequences.
"You got something to say about my wife?" Travis asked, his voice calm, but his tone was like ice.
Summers shrugged, trying to look nonchalant, though there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes now that Travis was up close. "I'm just saying, man. She's famous, right? Everyone's got eyes on her. Just figured she'd be a little more..." He trailed off, making a vague motion with his hands. "You know, put together."
There it was again. That disrespect. That arrogance. Travis felt the anger surge through him, but he didn't raise his voice. No, he wasn't going to give Summers the satisfaction of seeing him lose his cool.
"You know," Travis said, his voice still measured, "I get it. You think you're funny. You think you're clever, talking about my wife like that. But here's the thing—you don't know a damn thing about her."
Summers scoffed, trying to regain some of his cockiness. "Come on, Kelce. She's famous. Everyone knows her."
Travis took another step closer, his eyes locked on Summers now, his expression unreadable. "You think you know her because you've seen her in some magazine or watched a video of her on TV? You think you know her because people talk about her like she's not a real person? Like she's just some object you can pick apart?"
Summers shifted, looking uncomfortable now, but Travis wasn't done.
"Taylor Swift is one of the hardest-working people I've ever met. She's built her career from the ground up, and she's done it with more class and grace than you could ever dream of. And yeah, she's got cameras on her all the time, people judging her every move, every decision. But you know what she doesn't do? She doesn't let that stop her. She doesn't let insecure, pathetic people like you make her feel less than what she is."
Summers opened his mouth to say something, but Travis held up a hand, cutting him off.
"You want to talk about her body? Let's talk about it. Let's talk about the fact that she's healthy, she's strong, and she's beautiful just the way she is. And if you can't handle that, if that makes you feel like less of a man, that says a hell of a lot more about you than it does about her."
Summers shifted on his feet, the smug grin long gone now, replaced with a look that bordered on panic. It was clear he hadn't expected Travis to come at him like this.
"Look, man, I didn't mean it like—" Summers started, but Travis cut him off again, his voice finally rising.
"No, you did mean it like that," Travis snapped, stepping even closer now. "You thought you could take a cheap shot at my wife and get away with it because you think her success somehow makes you smaller. But let me make one thing clear—you don't get to talk about her like that. Not in front of me. Not ever."
Summers's face flushed red, and he took a half-step back, clearly realizing he'd pushed too far. But Travis wasn't backing down.
"And next time you think about running your mouth about someone else's wife, maybe think twice," Travis said, his voice deadly serious. "Because you might not be lucky enough to get a warning."
The silence in the hallway was deafening as Summers just stood there, too stunned to respond. Travis stared him down for another moment before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving the linebacker standing there, looking like he'd just been hit by a truck.
Patrick caught up to him as they neared the locker room, his face half-amused, half-impressed. "You really just shut him down like that?"
Travis shrugged, though the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins. "Had to. No one talks about Taylor like that."
Patrick chuckled, clapping a hand on Travis's shoulder. "Man, remind me to never piss you off when it comes to your wife."
Travis smirked, though the anger still simmered beneath the surface. "Trust me, you don't want to go there."
As they entered the locker room, the buzz of conversation returned, but Travis couldn't shake the annoyance lingering in his chest. He pulled his phone out of his locker and stared at the screen for a moment before unlocking it and shooting Taylor a quick text.
**Travis:** "Just had to shut down an idiot talking crap about you. Wish you could've seen it."
A few minutes passed, and then his phone buzzed with her reply.
**Taylor:** "Was he dumb enough to challenge you on the field, too?"
**Travis:** "He wouldn't last a second."
He could almost hear her laughing through the phone as he read her next message.
**Taylor:** "My hero. Love you."
Travis smiled, the last of his anger fading away as he typed back.
**Travis:** "Love you more. Always."
Putting his phone away, Travis leaned back in his seat, feeling the weight of the day finally start to ease. Football was tough. Life in the public eye was tougher. But when it came to Taylor, he'd always defend what was his. No matter who tried to come at them.
Because at the end of the day, nothing mattered more to him than her. And no amount of trash talk was ever going to change that.
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