⚠️Warning: Chapter contains scenes depicting A LOT of sexual content, alcohol & drug use, and vulgar scenes. If affected, please read with caution. ⚠️
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《1983》
*Mallory*
"You ready?" Sharise asked as she helped me tie up my bikini top while I looked in the mirror.
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"I guess... Kinda weird rolling around and wrestling in the mud to excite a bunch of men, don't you think?" I asked as I gave my make up one last check in the mirror.
"Oh, honey, I thought the same thing, too," she scoffed. "Just think of it like a sport. Guys have even whipped it out over a tennis match, so getting a little dirt on you is nothing."
I couldn't help but laugh as she adjusted her own
"You'll be wrestling me so don't be scared to give it your all," Sharise said. "Of course, I've seen you fight, too, so don't try to drown me in the mud either, please."
I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Relax, I only really fight bitches who piss me off.... And that one asshole from the bar in Atlanta."
She laughed and softly smacked my arm as we laughed.
Mötley Crüe had gotten bigger than ever.
We've already toured most of the US and soon we'll be seeing Europe, which we're excited about.
Nikki and I plan to spend a lot of time in both Italy and France once we get there, since he's always wanted to see Italy to be closer to his roots and I've always wanted to see the Provence and the Eiffel Tower.
We had just celebrated our first anniversary together with an escape to Hawaii, which pissed off Doc a little, but we still had a great week off.
Right now we were on the last day of tour in Huntington Beach and decided to celebrate by going to the club where Sharise used to mud wrestle before moving in with Vince in Redondo Beach.
We had an idea to celebrate our last show with a mud brawl for the guys.
"Hey ladies, you're up!!" the bouncer said.
Sharise took a breath as the two other wrestlers headed out.
"You ready?" She asked.
"Yeah," I smiled as we then headed out.
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"LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLEEEEEE!!!!" The referee shouted as the place went crazy and me and Sharise flirted with the guys, then blowing kisses at our boys.
