Best Two Out of Three

Part 5

Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Jacksonville, Florida

"So I hear you have a match against Alex next week."

Callie glanced at Adam as he drove them back to the hotel after Dynamite. She'd wondered how long it would take him to bring up the match. "Yeah. Who told you?"

"Kenny."

She bristled at the mention of Kenny's name. "Did he also tell you that when I asked him for the match he said no, but when Alex did he said yes?"

She still couldn't believe he'd done that. After Alex had left the locker room, Callie had stayed in the bathroom stall until Kenny had left, too; she didn't want him to know she'd overheard their conversation. At least now she knew why he had such an obnoxiously soft spot for Alex—there were obviously some unresolved feelings there. She wondered what the full story was; she made a mental note to ask Britt tomorrow if she knew any details.

"No," Adam said as he steered the car into the hotel parking lot. "But the Bucks did."

Callie shot him a confused look. "What?"

"After Kenny told me about the match, I mentioned it to Matt and Nick," he explained. "They told me about your conversation with Kenny in production."

She rolled her eyes. "Figures those two would eavesdrop," she muttered.

"They said you were yelling," Adam returned as he parked. Callie glowered at him.

"Well he called me reckless, Adam. Forgive me for getting upset."

"I know; I don't blame you for getting upset."

She paused. She hadn't expected that.

"Look." He reached over and placed a comforting hand on her thigh. "I agree that it was kinda shitty of Kenny to deny you the match and then turn around and give it to Alex. But I also think it's better this way."

Her scowl returned when she heard that. "Well I don't," she said, and she pulled away from him and got out of the car.

"Why not?" Adam asked as he climbed out of the driver's side. Callie ripped open the trunk and grabbed her bag before she answered him.

"Because I wanted a one-on-one match with her."

"What?" Adam hurried to grab his bag and shut the trunk. "It is a one-on-one match!"

"No, it's not; not really," she said over her shoulder as she marched toward the front entrance of the hotel. "Because not only will I have to deal with Alex inside the ring, but I'll also have to deal with four people outside it who want me to lose."

Adam stopped for a second, stunned, before he resumed hurrying after her. "What the hell are you talking about?" He caught up with her as they crossed through the front doors into the lobby. "Kenny and I will be in your corner, Callie."

"Will you, though?" she returned as she jammed the up button for the elevator with her thumb. The elevator right in front of them opened with a ding, and they both got on.

Adam punched the button for their floor. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he asked as the elevator doors slid closed.

"Kenny will physically be in my corner, but that's it," Callie shot. "You know he wants Alex to win. He probably hopes she'll hit me with a chair."

The elevator arrived at their floor. Callie flew out the doors as soon as they opened.

"And what, you think I want her to hit you with a chair, too?" Adam charged as he followed after her.