...And Beyond... | To Infinity... Book Two [ON HOLD]

Chapter 15: Hotel Room Miscommunication

Sunday August 15, 2021 - Brooklyn, New York

SUMMERSLAM

Desi POV

1:45 PM

It's Summerslam and I'm going around taking pictures of the staff members assembling things, the hair dressers and costume designers at work, some of the superstars warming up - everything backstage that I stumble upon; everything except Joe. Since the OTHER club incident in Italy, he and I haven't really been talking, but that gives me severe anxiety because he's been spending more time with that bimbo bitch, Summer. I guess we're even because I've been spending more time with Elias; I don't know what's happening. I know he didn't mean to hit me, but it's always something, his territorial tendencies always starting some unnecessary shit.

Okay, so Elias could've handled all of that a lot better than he did too, but Joe should've just walked away to begin with. I know Elias only says and does certain things just to get on Joe's balls, but Joe knows that too and he knows my heart; he knows I only want him - that's what all this rebuilding has been about: us fixing our friendship for a good strong foundation for a future relationship. If I never blatantly said that in the beginning it's probably because I wanted to make sure I didn't move too fast, but the truth is that I hate being without him; I'm ready to have him again, for him to have me, but at this rate we might just mutually call it quits and try again in another life.

Turning the corner, I walk into a wall...or I thought I did.

"Ow! Dammit!" I exclaim and look up.

Oh, this guy just be appearing like Beetlejuice.

"Ugh, Joseph." I growl.
"Oh boy, hide your excitement." He responds with an eye roll.
"Fuck off, Joseph."
"Why? Why do I have to fuck off? Elias provoked me and then you decked me."
"It's always some shit with you, I swear."
"Yeah? Well, that's what happens when the person you love is trying to move on while stringing you along."
"First off, I'm not moving on, I'm not even trying; I'm hangin' out with other people, so fuckin' sue me! Secondly, I know you ain't talkin' 'bout stringin' someone along. You wanna tell me why we broke up? Hm? Do you remember or are you that stuck up your own ass that you forgot what you did to me?"
"Don't do that Desi, please."
"Whatever, I'm outta here. Good luck tonight."

I push past him and storm off in the direction he was coming from, aimlessly storming around until I find a single bathroom to hide in for a little bit and let some tears of frustration out, having promised myself to never bottle up my emotions ever again.

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MAIN EVENT

Joe POV

11:05 PM

I'm still pretty pissed from my encounter with Desi earlier in the hallway and I fully blame Elias...well, me too, but mainly Elias for pushing this wedge between me and Desi, so you know that Brock's been getting this work tonight. We're five minutes over the end time for Summerslam, I'm at the end of my match with Brock Lesnar, and Michael Cole is losing his mind on commentary as always.

"SUPERMAN PUNCH! AND ANOTHER SUPERMAN PUNCH! Oh, he's feeling it now, getting ready for the spear but wait! Hold on! WHOA! HOLD ON! IS THAT SAMOA JOE?!"

As I'm in the corner about to hit Brock with my spear, I'm dragged out by my feet by Samoa Joe and he begins to attack me; Heyman even gets in on the action and hands Joe a kendo stick. This is a no holds barred match, so all of this is legal and it's allowing Brock to recover and I'm sure that it's over for me. I️ was supposed to win the title, but no one said shit about Samoa Joe interfering and I️ just don't know how much more of these damn surprises I️ can take before I️ call it quits...for good.