The French Bitch

Hello, how are you?

A new story today. A fun, slightly wrestling-themed story that I was recently commissioned to work on. It involves a french-Canadian lady wrestler who gets dominated by another more-competent wrestler, mentally and physically. Mindgames. Intense fucking.

I hope you are going to enjoy it. 

Prologue

Life was like a wrestling night.

You lose all the time. Until you win. If you win. Maybe.

Chad Bennett was a hardworking wrestling legend. He had worked for so long and had such an impressive career so far that he was now considered one of the best wrestlers of his time despite not having the best luck in the world in terms of victories. He lost a lot. No doubts about it. But the few wins he had in his career were so impressive that he didn’t need to win a lot during more modern times to still command respect and authority. Chad Bennett was his real name, of course. Nobody knew him as Chad Bennett. He was instead known to the world as Cash Money, his stage name, his wrestler’s name. Cash was currently in a feud against one of the other wrestlers of the league, something that, of course, always happened. Constantly happened in this world. The feud he had at the moment in the season was with a slightly younger wrestler. His name was Mike ‘The Miz’ Mazarin. The feud had also extended to include the wife of the said wrestler. A feud with a woman. Not that the gender changed much to it. It didn’t change anything. But it was the first time Cash had a feud with a lady. A change for his career. The Miz’s wife was named Maryse, her real name, Maryse Mazarin Ouellet. Despite the feud, this woman wrestler was actually retired which made this fight with Cash even more interesting and unique. What happened was that Cash used Maryse as his main target of verbal attacks. It was all talk. A build-up. An introduction to what was soon about to come. The feud was building up to a big pay-per-view event. The biggest one of the SummerSlam. Despite Cash’s age, he was forty-years-old, he was still one of the tops wrestlers of the league. One of the top leaders of the WWE. He always remained in great shape. Extremely valuable to the company.

Maryse was a former wrestler because she had retired to go to have a career in Hollywood, as a lot of other wrestlers do all the time except that her career took off without any warning. Now a big star in Hollywood, she had her own fashion lion and even a reality show featuring her husband, The Miz. She was doing good for herself. She was doing great. But as of late, the constant verbal attacks from Cash had bothered her quite a lot. She didn’t worry too much about it at first, but the more this feud was going on, the more she felt like she was becoming a punching bag for Cash’s insults. And her husband, The Miz wasn’t helping at all. He wasn’t doing anything for her. He didn’t protect her as much as she hoped so. He simply kept telling her to not worry about it. It worked at first, but now, Cash was slowly, but successfully helping destroy her reputation, causing issues with both her fashion line and her reality show. Without forgetting to mention that she couldn’t work as well as she used to on her movie roles. Her concentration wasn’t what it used to. It was getting pretty bad.

Last night. Cash Money had her ran her down behind a microphone on live TV on Monday Night RAW. He destroyed her. The last three weeks had been the worst she had in a long, long time. And last night, she was blasted on television. She was watching. With her husband. As usual, he didn’t help her. He didn’t reassure her. She felt helpless. All those nasty words he kept telling her on live television. He trashed her.

“You know what? The Miz’s wife, Maryse has given up on wrestling because she didn’t have the talent to say in our leagues. The exact, same thing that is soon about to happen to her weak husband. They can’t do anything against me. That couple has tried taking me down for years now. And did they manage to accomplish anything with their hate?” Cash asked the crowd surrounding him. They immediately responded to him and shouted: ‘No!’ “That’s exactly what I was thinking. I’m so fortunate to have all of you backing me up all the time like this. I owe everything to you and together, we are going to take them down,” he screamed at the top of his lungs. Cash’s fans cheered and applauded. It was a thunderous night. Maryse watched and nearly cried. She was so frustrated. What he kept telling her about her had gotten underneath her skin. She couldn’t escape it. She couldn’t avoid it or take it anymore.

“What are you going to do about this?” she asked her husband who was sitting on the couch behind her. Silent.

“What do you want me to do? He is getting more and more followers. He is popular right now. I can’t do anything about it. The company loves him so much,” The Miz said.

“Did you speak to the upper management about this? As you said you were going to do,” she asked him, questioning him. She desperately wanted to know if he had done anything for her. Anything. Just something to protect her a bit. At the end of the day, she wasn’t asking for much. She was only asking for some help from her husband who she thought for a long time was loyal to her. She wanted some respect. Just respect. Nothing else. She was freaking out, and she didn’t know what to do. Now, she looked for a coward for not being a wrestler anymore. She had retired a few years ago, and she preferred her new life. What was so wrong about this in the end?

“Of course, I didn’t say anything to them. Do you want to lose matches or to get fired or something? As I just told you, Cash is popular right now. Very popular. Not too long ago, I was the big dog on top of things. I was the popular one. The favourite of the company. But he gained followers and here we are. We just have to wait. We just have to wait until his popular take a dip and then, we will strike,” The Miz said to her.

“We just wait? That’s it?”

He didn’t say anything back.

***

Monday Night RAW was happening in Los Angeles.

LA was the home city of Maryse and The Miz. This was where they were living. Now, Cash was coming to their city and Maryse couldn’t be wishing for a better opportunity to take matters into her own hands and to do something that would make a true difference instead of what her husband was doing and had been doing all this time which was absolutely nothing. At this episode of RAW, Maryse was seen backstage, desperately looking for Cash Money himself. That way, she was going to be able to give him a piece of her mind. The moment was precalculated and perfect. Her husband, The Miz was in Toronto at the moment, shooting a new movie he was doing. The moment couldn’t have been more perfect. This was her time to strike and to face Cash Money once and for all. Her husband, of course, had no idea whatsoever that his wife was going to do something outrageous and crazy like this, especially after she had completely left the complicated and chaotic world of wrestling all those years ago. He had no idea she was going to confront Chad ‘Cash Money’ Bennett. Backstage, Maryse asked all the people she met, all the employees and workers she found there, the assistants, everyone, if any one of them had seen Cash Money. She also asked other wrestlers. She asked, and she asked, but nobody had seen him. Nobody did. Which fuelled her horrible frustration. Eventually, she came across Sasha Banks and Mandy Rose. Two talented wrestlers. Two wrestlers who had a strong relationship with Chad. On one hand, it was good for her because she could finally or rather hopefully find more information as to where Chad was. However, on the other hand, since these two girls had such a great relationship and bond with the man himself, she felt like she had been surrounded by his team, his pact. The both of them had their arms crossed together. The both of them seemed like they were judging her. She was scared, but at the same time, she was too angry and frustrated to allow herself to be scared of them right now. She had more important things to do. As simple as that.

“Hey, girls, Sasha, Mandy,” she said to them, kindly.

“Maryse? What are you doing here?” Sasha asked.

“How can we help you, girl,” Mandy asked her.

“Did you see Chad?” she demanded them. Asking the big, big, number one question. The only question that mattered at the moment. The two wrestlers turned their heads and looked one another. Stared at one another. They smiled. Something was wrong. Maryse began freaking out a bit. “So? Do you know or not?” she asked them again. Hoping they were going to side with her for this one time. She thought they were her only hope. They represented her only hope in all of this.

“Yeah. We do,” Sasha briefly said to her, smiling.

“We saw him earlier with other wrestlers in the hall. It’s that way,” Mandy explained to her. Then, the two wrestlers pointed into the same direction. The hall was that way apparently. Maryse smiled. Finally. This was exactly what she was hoping for. She immediately began running in the direction they were both indicating her to go to. She never walked. She always and only ran in that direction. Ran as fast as she could.

“Thank you, girls,” she shouted at her as she left them. They continued smiling. Smiling in her back. Maryse ran and explored this area of the backstage. Minutes later, she still hadn’t found him. She still hadn’t found that asshole yet. She never found that hall either. Eventually, she ran into a stagehand. She stopped her. Maryse needed help once more. She was so desperate to find Chad that she was willing to ask anyone for help, especially since the two other bitch wrestlers hadn’t been helpful to her and had probably lied to her. She bit her lower lip in added frustration. This stagehand to be someone that could help her. Please. Please. She had to be able to help her. She held the shoulders of the stagehand. Shook her a bit.

“Hey, you,” she said as she stopped her, rudely. Maryse wasn’t taking her time to be kind or polite with anyone. She ran. She asked questions. She was brief. She was aggressive. She didn’t have anytime for anyone. She had to find that Chad asshole now. There was no time for her to be polite. No time.

“Yes? How can I help you?” the stagehand asked her.

“Did you see Cash Money?” she asked her, point-blank.

“Cash Money? The Cash Money?” the assistant said.

“Yes. Yes. That’s him. Did you see him or not?”

“Cash Money left about fifteen minutes ago or so.”

“Fuck. Really? Where did he go” she asked her.

“He left for his hotel. He is going to be pretty busy tomorrow to promote the SummerSlam at the Staples Centre this Sunday night. He needs rest. What is this all about?” all of a sudden, the stagehand slowly began becoming suspicious of the out of control, out of breath woman. A woman she had never seen before at this point in time. To be honest, Maryse almost scared her with how she was shaking her by holding her shoulders, absolutely preventing from moving or leaving.

“I have a,” she paused, thought about what she was going to say to her for it to make any sense. She thought a lot. “I have something to deliver to him. It’s really important. What is his hotel name and room number? Please tell me,” she begged. The stagehand wrote the hotel name and room number on a piece of paper. Too scared of her to decline. Maryse then left as soon as possible, spinning on her heels, asked for a limo, told the driver where she had to go and off she went.