Mox in the Mix

Girl with the Tattoo Interlewd

Mox was up next. He caught a beat down from the Inner Circle but what happened next was meant to pull him to me. As he lay on the ground, I ran out with a chair. Santana had the socks with the baseballs and I wanted them. So, I did what I had to.

I kicked him square in the damn balls. 

Of course, he fell over like the world was over. I had to shake my damn head because honestly, males are irksome with that whole, "I got kicked in the balls, this hurts" shit. I can tell he never had a heavy-handed mama. I stepped over him and kept it moving. Kneeling next to Mox, I took the sock ball and moved it like nunchucks.

"Whoa there, little mama. No need to hurt your, erm, pretty self." Jericho was attempting to apply to my vain side but unfortunately for him, Mix didn't have a vain side. A bloodthirsty side, yes. Slightly off, yep. Vain? No. My hair was pulled back in twists that I'd been wearing under wigs for a bit. They coiled around me and my head like Medusa's snakes.

Sammy, being Sammy, attempted to use his "sex" appeal. He sauntered over and knelt next to me.

"Ditch the zero and get with me." He winked and I snorted.

POP!

"MY BALLS!"

Whiner.

The rest of the minions backed up, Ortiz muttering about crazy-ass women as he scampered back. I hadn't even risen after knocking Sammy in the balls. Mox was beginning to stir and saw Santana and Sammy down with the other three running away. He moved quickly, not knowing what happened until he saw me.

"Welcome back, Mixie." He nodded his approval and rubbed his head. He stood up and went to talk trash to his opponents. Not even a thank you? Someone needed to remember their manner.

"Ash-wait a minute, Mix has that gleam in her eye and-"

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"You didn't have to hit me in the fucking balls you crazy ass!"

"Should've said thank you."

The show was over and Jon hadn't stopped whining about getting hit in the balls. I rolled my eyes. The man was the former king of deathmatches and he whined about a ball shot.

"I may need those. You may want those!"

"You want another one?"

He cupped his hands in front of his "precious" and laughed.

"We're gonna make a fun team I see." He grabbed our bags and herded me to the door. The show was over for the week and I was going to either braid my hair or maybe do some yarn twists. I never knew until I got there. Mox had decided to follow me around before we took a break and went home. Although we only had maybe a day or two on the road, I still needed to train as well as needing to take a minute to relax. I still hadn't had sex in forever and being around Mox, either he left or I walk bowlegged for a bit. I didn't want to be bowlegged at all.

"Nah. You're annoying." We were on the road and had been for like 20 minutes. I didn't much care since I didn't have to drive for the next 3 hours. We had decided to drive me back to chill in North Carolina for a minute and Mox would go where ever Mox went. The car slowed and I looked at his big head sideways. This wasn't a restroom break, food break, or any break I was comfortable with.

This jackass had stopped at a sex store.

"They have the best energy drinks." He shrugged, took the keys, and slid out. "You can come in. I know you need batteries."