Stay the Course

Stay the Course

Posted on May 19, 2024 at 9:28 pm by Drew Mitchell

Friday May 18th – Drew’s Apartment
With a twist of his wrist, Drew unlocked the apartment door with one hand while his other hand and arm were draped around the waist of Brinsley Decker.  Drew and Brinsley had returned buzzing with energy from a nightclub full of pulsating music and plenty of alcohol.

As Brinsley walked into his apartment carrying her overnight bag, Drew couldn’t resist taking in what she’d worn on the evening- a low-cut black dress that hugged all the right curves in all the right places.

How in the fuck did a bloke like me end up with her?” he thought to himself, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe his luck, having such a gorgeous, talented woman by his side.

The weekend had been a much-needed break for both of them. Even though Drew had the night off from HOW, he’d worked hard all week in the gym knowing that he would probably be wrestling on the next show while Brinsley herself just finished off a long week of preparation for the upcoming LPGA US Open.

Tonight, however, was their time together knowing full well that come Monday, both would return to their day jobs and put their noses back to their respective grindstones – Drew training for his upcoming LSD title match against Evan Ward… Brinsley diligently preparing for the biggest golf tournament of her career.

Drew settled in on what he thought would be a quiet rest of the evening relaxing at his apartment, enjoying Brinsley’s company without any distractions or obligations.  Indeed, they lounged on the couch, sipping on glasses of beer, Drew couldn’t help but admire Brinsley’s beauty. The soft curls of her brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders as she leaned against him, lost in the storyline unfolding on the screen.

After a while, Brinsley stood up.

“Brin?”

“I’m going to go freshen up in the bathroom.  I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be right here,” Drew said with a smirk as Brinsley disappeared into the bathroom with her overnight bag.  He leaned back onto the couch and sighed contently while stretching out his sore muscles from the week’s workouts.  Drew’s HOW road continued to be a difficult one.  But with two wins in tag matches including HOW World Champion Michael Lee Best and the Final Alliance in two weeks, Drew felt he’d grabbed some traction in his fledgling pro wrestling career.

He spotted Brinsley emerging from the bathroom and his eyes widened.

“Oi,” Drew sputtered, his breath catching in his throat.

Brinsley wore a silky robe. Her hair was tousled and teased out, giving her an alluringly disheveled look. She had reapplied her makeup, making her already stunning features even more irresistible.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“Lass,” Drew managed to say, his gaze fixed on her while finding words difficult to communicate.

Brinsley sauntered towards him with a devilish twinkle in her eye. “Drew.”

“Yes, Brinsley?” he replied eagerly.

“Draw me like one of your French girls,” Brinsley purred, her voice dripping with playful seduction and playing off the scene from the Titanic movie. Drew raised an eyebrow in confusion.

His mind raced with the possibilities. “Stop.  You fancy me to draw you… naked?” he stammered, finding it hard to form coherent sentences in the face of such temptation.

“Not quite naked.” Brinsley smirked and stepped closer. She slowly let her robe fall to the ground, revealing her body… clad only in thin strips of leather that covered the areas that needed to be covered with matching leather underwear that in its totality left very little to the imagination.

Drew just sat there… mouth wide open.

“I thought you might like doing it,” she teased, running a finger along the edge of one of the strips as if daring him to look away.

“Right. I’ll grab me pad and pencil,” he muttered before jumping off the couch and quickly retreating to the bedroom.

As he retrieved his drawing supplies, Brinsley settled on the couch.  Once Drew returned and sat down in a lounger in front of the couch, she playfully posed and gave him alluring views from multiple angles.

Drew’s gaze was transfixed on her body, his hands itching to capture every detail on paper. Drew’s hand trembled slightly as he began sketching. His strokes were swift and fluid, his focus intense as he captured every curve and contour of her body while Brinsley lay there and sighed contentedly.

The room filled with soundless tension as Drew continued to draw, occasionally glancing up at Brinsley for inspiration or clarification on certain… details.

Finally, after what felt like hours but could have been mere minutes, Drew set down his pencil and looked up at Brinsley with a satisfied smile. “There,” he said, holding up the sketch for her to see.

Brinsley’s eyes widened in amazement and delight as she took in Drew’s drawing of her. It was like staring at an exact replica of her body, but somehow more beautiful and captivating than anything she had ever seen before.

“Drew, that’s wonderful.”

She leaned over and kissed him deeply, her desire and adventurous spirit taking control. “I want to try something new tonight,” she said breathlessly, grabbing her robe from the floor and putting it back on.

Drew’s heart raced as he followed Brinsley’s lead, his own desire growing with each step they took.

“Where are we going?” he asked eagerly.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Brinsley sauntered towards the bedroom. “You’ll see,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction as she motioned for him to follow her.

***

Later in the evening, the moon hung low in the sky, casting a seductive glow through the window of Drew’s bedroom. Sweat glistened on their bodies as they lay tangled in the sheets, Drew traced his fingers along Brinsley’s curves, marveling at her beauty. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their heavy breathing and the gentle rustling of sheets.

Drew traced his fingers along Brinsley’s curves, marveling at her beauty. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their heavy breathing and the gentle rustling of sheets.

“Where did you learn to do all that?” Drew finally asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Brinsley let out a soft chuckle, propping herself up on her elbow to look at him. The moonlight streaming in through the window highlighted her features, making her look even more alluring.

“Spring break,” she said with a playful smirk. “Last year.”

Drew raised an eyebrow in surprise, his hand still roaming over her body. “Again with Spring Break. Tell me more.”

A mischievous glint sparked in Brinsley’s eyes as she leaned in closer to him. “Well, let’s just say I learned a lot from a very experienced partner.” She ran her hands down his chest, smirking when she felt his body respond to her touch. Brinsley began tracing circles on Drew’s chest with her finger. “I once had a boyfriend in high school…thought he was the love of my life. I even thought I was going to marry him.” She paused, a hint of bitterness creeping into her voice. “But then I found out he was screwing around with multiple girls because, and I quote, I wouldn’t ‘put out’ because I was so focused on golf.”

“That’s proper messed up, innit?” Drew interjected, running his hand through her hair soothingly.

“Yeah,” Brinsley sighed, resting her head against his chest. “So golf was my life until my friend Miranda dragged me down to Spring Break the year after I graduated from high school. Ugh,” Brinsley scoffed, “it was a disaster. I spent the whole week uptight and guarded. Refused to let loose or have any fun.”

“But last year…” Drew prompted, sensing there was more to the story, his fingers playing with strands of Brinsley’s hair as he listened intently.

“But then last year,” Brinsley continued, her voice softening as she recounted her Spring Break escapades from the previous year to Drew. Her eyes gleamed with excitement and a hint of scandal as she spoke. “I met this guy from France… he was a sweetheart.” A dreamy smile graced her lips as she reminisced about their time together. “We spent the whole week hanging out and just having fun.”

Drew leaned in closer, captivated by her tale. “Just having fun?”

A mischievous glint appeared in Brinsley’s eyes as she continued, her voice becoming more animated. “Well, we may have indulged in some drinking, partying, and…” She paused for dramatic effect, letting out a giggle. “Sex.”

A sly grin spread across Drew’s face. “Oi, straight-laced Brinsley getting wild on Spring Break.”

She playfully swatted his arm. “Hey.”

Drew chuckled, enjoying this playful side of Brinsley that he had never seen before. But underneath it all, he could also sense a vulnerability and longing for something more in her stories.

“And then you came along and I caught you looking at me,” Brinsley said, turning her gaze to meet his. “I admit I was interested but I’d heard all about your escapades.  So I held back in the beginning because I wanted to be cautious and make sure you weren’t just looking for a quick fling.” She paused, threading her fingers through his. “I mean, I don’t know how far this relationship goes and what the future brings. But I wanted to make sure you were worth the effort. And so here we are.”

Drew leaned down to kiss her softly. “Good of you to tell me this, Brin,” he murmured against her lips.

Brinsley smiled up at him, her eyes filled with trust and sincerity. “Even with your ‘past,’ I trust you completely,” she said confidently. “And because of that trust, I can let go and just be myself…. Just be Brinsley, a woman.”

“I promise to try to always be worthy of your trust,” he whispered, before kissing her deeply again.

Waffle House- St. Louis, Missouri – Sunday Morning May 19th
The Waffle House buzzed with the sounds of clanking dishes and sizzling bacon, the air thick with the smell of grease. Drew and Brinsley sat at a corner booth, their faces illuminated by the dim lighting as they dug into their breakfast. The smell of freshly-made waffles and syrup filled the air, mingling with the sharp tang of sweat and adrenaline that still lingered on their skin.

Brinsley took a sip of her coffee, savoring the rich flavor before asking, “So, how are you feeling this morning?”

Drew nonchalantly shrugged, “Same old, same old.”

“Same old, same old?” Brinsley playfully rolled her eyes, “Of course. You were like a damn machine last night.”

Drew chuckled, “Amazing what I can do with proper inspiration.”

The server approached their table and placed their orders in front of them. Brinsley’s mouth watered at the sight of the stacked pancakes on her plate while Drew raised an eyebrow at his waffles and biscuits.

“Quite a change from your usual protein shakes at the gym,” Drew commented.

Brinsley couldn’t help but laugh, her attention still focused on her phone where she scrolled through notes. “You could say that,” she replied, tucking a strand of her long brunette hair behind her ear. “I need all the carbs I can get to keep up with Lancaster’s greens and prepare for the US Open next weekend.”

“Hallowed fairways indeed,” Drew said with an amused grin as he leaned back. “Are you ready?”

“I need another week here in St. Charles to get ready,” Brinsley responded with precise determination. “My drives are straight, but it’s all about that short game at this level.”

Drew’s tone shifted to something more serious as he brought up his own upcoming title defense.

“Speaking of games,” he stabbed at a stray piece of bacon, “got me rematch against Evan Ward coming up. And this time, there’s more than just the LSD title on the line.”

Brinsley set her phone down to give him her full attention.

“War Games Captain.” Drew exhaled sharply, the potential weight of leadership looming over him.

“Huh?”

“The winner gets to be a captain for War Games,” Drew clarified. “I’m not sure if I’m cut out for it… or ready, you know? Being a captain, that is.”

“Everyone has self-doubt,” she reassured him, though her eyes betrayed an understanding of the gravity of his situation. “But your record against Ward speaks for itself. The last time you met up against him, didn’t you throw him off a cage to win the LSD Title?”

“Aye.  At March to Glory,” Drew said, brow furrowed. “But there’s more to it from my end.  Jace Parker Davidson… who I won the belt from… stated that even if I won at March to Glory I wouldn’t have the belt by the time War Games comes. I intend to prove him wrong.”

“Then that’s exactly what you’ll do,” Brinsley stated matter-of-factly, her confidence unwavering. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto his, reinforcing her belief in him.

Drew’s lips curled into a half-smile.  He knew Brinsley wasn’t one for empty platitudes. If she said he could do it, then dammit, he’d do it.

“Thanks, love,” he said, lifting his coffee cup in a mock toast before taking a swig. “Let’s hope the luck I’ve had in the ring carries through.”

“Skill, Drew,” she corrected him gently, a hint of dry humor in her voice. “Not luck. Skill is what you have- and the work you put in this week along with your skill is what you’ll use to keep your title.”

Brinsley’s phone suddenly vibrated against the laminated tabletop, causing her to pause mid-bite. She let out an exasperated sigh as she glanced at the screen, her perfectly poised demeanor momentarily cracking with annoyance.

“Your mum?”

“My mom,” she said, turning the device towards Drew. “She’s asking when I’ll be home.” Her blue eyes, sharp like shards of ice, softened as she looked back at Drew. “She knows I spent the night here with you.”

Drew raised an eyebrow, his British accent lending a playful lilt to his words. “And that went down how?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

A small smile tugged at Brinsley’s lips, but there was a hint of unease in her expression. “Let’s just say she wasn’t thrilled,” she replied. “But I’m not a teenager anymore.”

Drew chuckled and reached across the table to take her hand in his. “Well, you could always blame it on my irresistible charm,” he joked.

Brinsley rolled her eyes playfully and couldn’t help smiling. “You know I have to deal with this eventually,” she said with a sigh, gesturing towards her phone. “But she trusts my judgment…” Brinsley’s crisp voice held a touch of mirth. “…most of the time.”

“Most of the time?”

“Most of the time,” she confirmed, with a nod toward her hand adorned with the not-engagement ring—a symbol of their unconventional commitment. “You scored some points there.”

“Points are good,” Drew said, relief evident in his tone. He took another sip of coffee, the warmth of the liquid emboldening him. “I’m trying to be more disciplined, you see? This week, it’s all about staying focused for the match against Evan Ward.”

“Self-discipline is key,” Brinsley agreed, her gaze steady on him. “And you’re making strides. Sunny’s got you on the right path.”

“Like your golf coach does for you?” Drew ventured, seeking the affirmation that Brinsley readily provided through her disciplined approach to life.

“Exactly,” she replied, the lines of her athletic frame rigid with resolve. “It’s good to have a third party holding your accountable.  Golf requires precision, control, and practice. It’s no different than what you need in the ring- focus and strategy and execution.”

Drew nodded, absorbing the weight of her words. Knowing that Brinsley understood the gravity of his upcoming title defense bolstered his confidence. “I keep her advice in me pocket. Sunny’s been… well, she’s been the compass I never knew I needed.”

“Good,” Brinsley said, her voice firm yet encouraging. “Stay on course, Drew. Just like I do with every swing on the course, you stay locked in on your goal. You fight to keep that title.”

“Locked in,” Drew repeated, rolling the phrase over in his mind like a mantra. Her pride in him was palpable, more invigorating than the caffeine coursing through him. In her eyes, he found a reflection of the wrestler—and the man—he aspired to be.

“Locked in,” Brinsley echoed, offering him a silent vow of solidarity across the breakfast booth, just as a server sidled up with a refill for Drew’s cup and a warm smile for them both.

Monday Morning May 20th – The Gym
Drew entered the bustling gym at eight AM sharp with the sounds of weights clanging filling his ears as he walked through the door. The distinct smell of sweat mingled with the determination in the air, creating an energy that flowed throughout the facility.

After getting dressed, Sunny O’Callahan waited for Drew in the center of the room like a fierce lioness, her blonde hair wild and untamed around her determined expression. Today, there was no Southern Comfort bottle on the sidelines; Sunny was dressed in workout clothes and her focus was laser-sharp on this Friday night- Drew Mitchell vs. Evan Ward for the LSD Title.

He took one look at Sunny and knew she meant business. “Oi, Sunny.”

“Mornin’,” she replied sharply. “Are you ready to go to work?”

Drew nodded, knowing better than to argue with her when she was in this mood.

“Good,” Sunny said, her voice cutting through the ambient noise of the bustling city outside. “Let’s get started.  Two times, Drew. Two times, you’ve put Evan Ward on his back… one by pinfall… one by tossing him off the top of a cage through a table.”

She paced before him like a lioness.

“Remember Scott Stevens?” Sunny continued, jabbing a finger in Drew’s direction. “You also beat him twice… right?  And then you got all cocky. What happened? Scott Stevens snatched that third victory right out from under you in that cage match because your head wasn’t in the game.”

Drew winced at the mention of that painful defeat. It had been a hard lesson learned – never let your guard down. “I won’t make that mistake again,” he replied confidently, meeting Sunny’s intense gaze with determination.  “I’m stronger now,” he insisted, flexing his muscles for emphasis.

Sunny’s emerald eyes bore into him, searching for any hint of doubt or weakness. But all she found was unwavering determination. “I want you stronger up here,” she challenged, pointing with her finger at her head with a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

Drew took a deep breath, channeling all of his focus and energy into the upcoming match. “I will,” he declared confidently.

“Good.” Sunny nodded, satisfied with his response. “Alright then, let’s get to work,” she said, clapping her hands together. “I want to see you work your ass off today… work your ass off tomorrow… work your ass of Wednesday… and really work your ass off on Thursday morning before we head to Chicago in the afternoon.  This is a big match, Drew.  Your LSD Title is on the line and you could also become a War Games captain if you win.  Evan Ward… he’s hungry for it, Drew… I mean, seriously, he’s literally hungry for it,” she said, alluding to Ward’s recent sudden Hannibal Lector-ish turn and her subtle Irish lilt adding gravity to her words. “He wants it so bad, I bet he’s dreaming about it like you dream about eating a sixteen-ounce New York strip steak. But Friday night, we’re going to turn Evan’s dreams into nightmares and the way we do it is doing the work… now.

Sunny paused, her gaze drilling into Drew’s. “For example… right now, Brinsley Decker is on the golf course, hitting golf ball after golf ball, working on hitting the fairways and sinking every putt because she’s focused and has her game face on to get ready for the US Open.  I need you to be in the same place mentally.”

Drew nodded his head in acknowledgment.

“Friday night,” she said, pointing towards the ring set up in the corner of the gym. “That’s your green, that’s your fairway, that’s your shot. Every slam, every hold, every high-flying move- it’s your swing, Drew. Perfect it.”

Drawing in a deep breath, Drew felt the weight of Sunny’s expectations and the parallel she drew of how Brinsley was preparing for the US Open with his match on Friday night. Hands clenched into fists, mentally Drew was determined to pour every ounce of discipline into the coming days. The Evan Ward match was more than a title defense; it was a referendum on the growth and progress he’d made as a pro wrestler since coming to HOW and the measure of the champion he wanted to be.

“Let’s get you laser-focused,” Sunny declared, the fire in her tone igniting a similar blaze within him. “The two wins over the Final Alliance are gone… history… in the past. They don’t matter anymore… banish them from your mind and focus on the now. The now is this week, Drew. Time to grind now. Time to throw everything into every lift and drop, now. Every minute you spend in the ring, every weight you move… everything you do in the now this week is your silent vow to yourself that you will do what it takes to retain the LSD championship Friday night.”

Locking eyes with Sunny, he drew strength from her unwavering support.

“Remember, Drew,” she called out over the noise inside the gym, “you beat Evan Ward this week, you should go to War Games as the LSD champion… plus, you’ll also be a War Games captain” Her hand gestured towards the championship belt displayed proudly in the corner of the room. “That’s huge.” Sunny stepped closer to him, her voice full of Irish mischief and Californian sunshine. “And it’s all there for you to grab… right now,” she encouraged, placing a hand on his shoulder. Her belief in him was palpable, almost tangible as it seemed to give him an extra boost of energy.

Drew took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task ahead. There was no room for doubt or hesitation. With one last nod to Sunny, he turned towards the weights, his steps charged with intent.

Each step closer to Friday night felt like a promise to himself – a promise to forge his legacy, defend his title, and prove himself a worthy LSD Champion and worthy of being a War Games captain.