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Chapter 7

By: Silverback Christianpaw

Testify

I've had a chance to cool down for a few days, and now that nightmare feels like a distant memory now. I know that I've been working hard, maybe too hard, and needed a little R and R for a few days. I mean I was in a big match at the pay-per-view and then had to drive to the next town for Warzone and Uncensored and I haven't had the chance to relax. So I figured it was a good idea to go to the mall with Zenaku.

"Mmmmm-mm-mm-mm," I say as the cinnamon bun wraps around my tongue with yummy sugary goodness. "This is so good."

"Yes it is," Zenaku says as he takes another bite into his.

"Yeah, I've been so wrapped up in what's been going on that I forgot to take time to relax."

"Yeah," he says with his muzzle still full, "Now is the time to relax because soon we are both going to have to start training for the tag team title match soon." He licks his muzzle clean of some frosting.

"Yeah, but I'm sure that can wait a little while, we are still a while away from the pay-per-view, and I'm sure we will do fine."

"Well what do you want to do today foxy?" he asks closing the empty cinnamon bun box and leaning back relaxingly in his chair.

I run my paws through my hair. It's been a while since I cut it, "Maybe a haircut, I haven't cut it in a while."

"Okies," he says, "Well, I'm going to hang out at the Movie-Mania store for a bit while you get that done."

I close my cinnamon-bun box, "Okies, sounds like a plan."

We both went our separate ways as I went into the Super Style. A few people we're staring at me as I sat quietly in a chair. I wondered what they we're staring until a little wolf pup wearing a pink dress came up to me, sucking on the arm of her doll, asking if I was Testify from GRR. When I told her I was, she ran off and pulled her mommy over to see me. The mother was very excited to see me, much more than the little girl was. The mother probably told her kid to find out who I was. But I always love to talk to people so it didn't bother me. She talked with me for a little bit about some of her favorite matches that she's seen, none of them with me, and then went on about this one time her little girl lied on the floor and started screaming because she didn't get her toy microphone. The owner of the store gave it to them for free as long as they never came back to the store.

Finally the barber, a black panther with some over-gelled blonde hair, calls my name and the mother and I take a quick picture before I get up and sit down in front of a mirror.

"So what can I get for you today baby?" The panther is gay, go figure.

"Just a little off the top," I tell him.

"Alright hun," he says.

He moves me over to the sinks to shampoo my hair. The water wasn't too hot but I flinched a few times from how hard the guy was wrestling my hair around as he was washing it.

Flashbacks of the dream started coming back when he started cutting my hair. Flashbacks of the red fox that rubbed his sack against mine, and then ending up in the shower with Zenaku, and then getting ready to have sex. What freaks me out wasn't how everybody wanted to get into my pants. It was how I acted in the dream by letting them, and not only that, but wanting and hoping for them to screw me. I've been hit on by guys before and it's no big deal to me; In fact I kind of like it because at least somebody thinks I'm cute and wants to be with me, females don't say shit to me.

"Aren't you a professional wrestler?" the panther asks me. Wow, I'm getting recognized everywhere, sweet.

"Yep," I say with a little smile.

"I thought that was you," he looks at me with a big smile, "Jeez, I mean I said to myself that that fox might be Testify, but then I told myself, I said 'Self, that might be just a customer' and I was going to get all embarrassed if I was right. Yeah hun, how are you doing?"

"I'm doing good, just got done with a few events and now just relaxing a little bit until I have to get ready for next week's shows."

"That's so awesome. I'm glad to meet you, I love watching you wrestle, you look very strong,"

I look in the mirror, now I can see why Zenaku makes fun of my blushing; I blush like a freaking apple, "Aww, yay, hehe. Well I try to get in the gym when I can." I flex one of my arms in the mirror.

"Well it definitely shows," he says feeling his paw around my arm.

"Hehe, thanks."

"Mmm, you have some beautiful hair; I love the mix of black and gold."

"Well, thanks," I say. But suddenly my words escape me as I start to feel something poke me in the arm. I look at my arm for a split second before the barber can notice anything, and I see a lump in his pants next to it. I keep looking at myself in the mirror; I don't know what to do. Should I get up and yell at him? Maybe, he didn't do it and I was just imaging it. Or that nightmare is making me delusional and paranoid.

He keeps asking me questions about what it's like to be a wrestler and I answer all his questions, but all I can think about is if he just tried to hump my arm.

He swings around to the other side and begins clipping hairs off the other side and soon I feel the poke again. Only this time I feel it several times in a row. It's so freaky that I start to lean my body a little bit the other way,

"Hold on hun, I'm almost done here." Was he talking about the haircut or humping my arm?

I lean my body back to its normal position and I don't feel anymore poking, just the panther brushing the hair off my shoulders as he finished up.

"Ok hun, I'm all done here. Can I help you with anything else? Want me to brush your tail?"

"No it's okay, thank you." I get out of my chair as he takes the robe off.

"Okay stud," he says.

I just want to get out of this place now, but I know I have to pay for the haircut. Maybe I should ask for the manager and report a sexual harassment case. Oh, I don't know, I just want to get out of here.

"Cash or credit?" he asks me, that same smile never leaving his face.

"Um, credit." I paw him my card and sign my receipt.

"Bye, have a good day hun," he says. I don't say anything back. Instead I walk out of the shop and just keep going. I don't even know where I am going, all I know is I want to get out of there as fast as I can.

"What the hell is going on with me God?" I pray under my breath, "Are you trying to tell me something, because I want to hear it; Am I gay, bi, or straight? I need to know because this is driving me crazy. That's all I want to know."

No answer.

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Silverback

"How could you forget the lube love?" My teddy bear, Coach, asks me.

"Mmm-mhm-mm-mhm-mm," I say back.

"I know you love cookies Silvy."

"Mhmm."

"All I'm saying is while you are getting the cookies stop by and pick up a bottle of lube. I like dessert with my dessert, you know?"

"Mmm-mhm-mm."

"Hehe, good boy," he pets my head as I suck on his dick while he braves the late-night, driving us to the local drug store.

I let go of him and sit back up in my seat, "You didn't like the cookies?"

"What?" he says.

"I said, you didn't like the cookies? Those cookies were sweet cookie kick-ass of awesomeness." My tail wags.

"Yes I did, just not as much as I love to pound my wolfy in the backside."

"Hehe okies," I blush. I start to adjust my tail in the seat until I feel a tug on my leash,

"No, no, no, get back down there wolfy." He tugs on the leash again.

"Yes sir," I blush and go back to sucking him off. I listen to my own lip-smacking sounds for a few moments as I keep sucking him harder.

"What the fuck?" he says. BAM!

Suddenly the car jerks forward. The force almost makes me fall off the seat.

"What happened?!" I spring back up and look out the window. He's looking into his rear-view mirror. I look behind and it's a black SUV with it's brights on.

"That mother-fucker just hit us!" Coach growls.

The SUV swings over into the next lane with a screech and a loud rev in its engine and starts speeding up. Coach honks the horn at the driver, who is hidden by night sky and tinted windows,

"What the hell are you doing?!" Coach screams at the driver.

BAM!

"Oh shit!" The SUV shifts and slams into us. The driver's side window shatters into pieces and fly everywhere. My head hits the ceiling as the car swerves off the road and into the dirt on the side of the road.

"Ahhh!" I scream.

"Hold on!" Coach stomps as hard as he can on the brake but the car keeps jumping up and down violently. Rubble and dirt kicks up in the night air as he feverishly turns the wheel to try and keep the car as steady as he can. We bounce up and down more and more. I grasp onto the seat to keep myself down. We go over the rocks and dirt until we finally hit the smooth grass and finally slow down to a stop.

Moments of silence pass. The only commotion I can hear is both of our panting. I pat my chest to make sure my heart is still beating,

"Are you okay love?" I ask him.

"Yes," he pants. He has bits of glass in his fur and all over his clothes. He zips his fly up and brushes the pieces of glass off of his clothes.

"What the hell happened?" I ask.

"That fuckin' SUV hit the back of the car and then hit us again from the side," he keeps panting, "and it ran us off the road."

"Damn," I say. "Well at least we are both okay," I say trying to look on the bright side.

"That's true."

I help him carefully get the rest of the glass off. We get out of the car and look around at the damage. One of the tail-lights is broken and the back has some scratches and dents. The driver's side door has dents and scratches as well, and of course, the broken window.

He says, "I'm guessing you didn't get the license plate number of the car, did you?"

"No."

"Shit. Okay."

This doesn't make sense. Getting hit with a fender-bender is one thing, but side-swiping into our car to run us off the road is crazy. And I know it seems far-fetched, but I have a feeling this has something to do with GRR and a certain white tiger.

* * *

Testify

I turn the shower water off and reach for my towel. I keep looking back and around to make sure nobody is coming to try to join me or anything like Zenaku did in the dream. Thankfully, nobody is around.

I dry my fur off and tie the towel around my waist. I walk out of the shower-stalls around the hallway and out to the locker room. A bunch of GRR wrestlers are sitting around getting dressed in their ring gear and chit-chatting amongst themselves. I haven't talked to anybody today, images from the dream started coming back since most of the dream happened right in the same locker room, so the dream was all too familiar to me. But I don't want to tell anybody about it. It's too embarrassing.

I open up my locker and start putting on my trunks. Tonight Zenaku and I have a tag team match. Since he and I had never actually tag teamed together in a match, Ms. Draxa thought it would be a good idea to have a tag match tonight at Warzone.

"Oh great, just who we wanted to see." Nubis says as he and his brother sit their bags down at the locker next to mine. I roll my eyes; these are the last people that I wanted to see too. So I just ignore them.

"Oh, by the way Testify," Nubis says, "thanks for being the righteous fox that you are and dropping me headfirst on the steel steps and busting me wide open. The sixteen stitches feels great."

I look up at the gash on his forehead, it still looks pretty bad, but I don't care. I just keep ignoring them as I start to tape up my wrists.

"And where is your bed buddy, Zenaku?" he asks.

I growl under my breath, "He's just a friend." I don't look at either of them. Nubis chuckles. Light doesn't let up,

"Oh, he didn't put out last night," he laughs.

"He is just a friend," I growl again.

"You had to rely on the ol' trusty dildo to get your rocks off huh?"

I punch the locker. "I . . . am not gay." I almost go crazy when I start to speak, but at the last second I restrain my words and lower them so it doesn't turn into a scene.

"Oh please, you spend all your time with Zenaku."

"I do not."

Nubis says, "Hehe, yes you do, you two are cute together."

I growl, "Shut up." I clinch my fists; they are feeling so red hot right now. I just want to rip this locker door right off its hinges and hit those two over the head with it, open that gash even more.

Light says, "Oh don't listen to him Testify. He's just trying to get a rise out of you," he starts laughing his tail off.

I look down at the bench, breathing in and out slowly. Trying to apply what my parents have told me when I was a kid, which was to taking a few deep breaths and counting to ten.

"Hehe, we're just kidding with you Testify, we know you are not a homosexual. I mean, you are religious and what not, and the bible says that all gays go to hell. Right?"

I manage to calm myself down enough, "Well it says that it's a sin. But sin can be forgiven--"

"Oh no, don't start preaching to us fox, we don't need to hear it." Nubis says.

I growl, "Whatever." I sit down on the bench and tie my boots on.

Here these two are, just trying to get inside my head before my big match tonight. Well it's not working. I don't give a shit. Let them be that way, it's no fur off my nose. I'm just trying to be the bigger guy here; I even try to give them a few kind words. Grrr, well whatever, I don't care.

I close my locker and lock it up. I almost manage to walk away, but then Light says,

"Good luck in your match tonight . . . queer."

"That's it!" I turn around and punch him as hard as I can right in the face. He backs up into his locker growling and retaliates with a punch right in my nose. I start to feel liquid drip on my arm. I pounce him with a takedown. He falls on the ground, knocking over his brother. I try to claw him in his neck but he swats away from it and grabs me by my neck and tries to take me down.

My eyes instantly water up, but I don't care. Fight, scratch, claw, do whatever you have to do.

"Hey! Get off him! Get off him!" Nubis grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me off of him. He tries to space me away from his brother as he gets up. The other wrestlers pop out from behind the lockers to watch the fight. Somebody from behind me grabs my shoulders and pulls me back . . . but I don't want to be pulled back. I want these two to suffer. I can't stand them. I can't stand them anymore.

I break away from the guy behind me and start punching Nubis in the back of his head. He goes down, on top of his brother. The blood that is rushing out of my nose starts to paint the fur on his back crimson. I hear the yelling and murmurs of the wrestlers around me. But I don't care, this is personal now.

Nubis rolls over, Light tries to get up. I tackle him again. I pick him up and ram his head into the side of the locker.

"Ahhh!" he yelps holding his forehead, protecting those stitches as he tries to walk away from me. I rear back and shove him into the locker room door just as he tried to get it open. He falls over onto the concrete outside the room. I immediately jump on top of him and punch away at his face again. He hooks his arms under mine and flips me off of him. My back smacks the cement wall as I flip over.

The blood is taking over my vision. I reach up and wipe the blood out of my eyes, it burns like crazy. I look around and see Light walking with a limp out to the backstage area.

"Help!" he shouts. But there's nowhere to run. I can't stand him. He spoiled me for a fight and now I'm fighting, he's getting his damn wish.

"Grrr-Rahh!" I run up behind him and tackle him back down onto the ground.

"Hey! Get the fuck off of him!" A security bear grabs me by my arm and forcibly pulls me off the husky. Another security guard, a raccoon, joins in the struggle and grabs my other arm and pulls me up to a standing position as they try to restrain me.

What I just did is starting to sink in. I just got myself in trouble, once again, and it was over something stupid, something really stupid.

I choose not to go anywhere as the guards keep hold of me. I instead watch as some more security guards and GRR employees and referees check on Light as he tries to get up.

He gets up and looks right at me.

"Grah!" he runs up and punches me right in my face, taking me and the security guards down as he tackles me and starts wailing away at my face. He scratches and digs at me with his claws until all the employees and officials pull him off and try to restrain him as well.

"What the fuck is going on?" this time it was a female voice, I knew this was going to be trouble.

"Security, let them go!" she instructs the officers. The guards let go of me and Light. Light looks at me with that evil face again and it looks like he is going to blows with me again until Nubis quickly gets between us and keeps his calm.

I feel somebody hold me back, this time it's not a security guard, but a very familiar scent.

I look up and see Zenaku's golden eyes, full of concern.

"Listen!" Ms. Draxa says. "I don't want this happening again, you understand me?"

"He started it!" Light said.

"No, he started it!" I say back. Zenaku keeps hold of me with his arms around my stomach.

"Hey! Hey! I don't give a damn who started it! I won't put up with this shit! If either of you guys fight, and that goes double to your tag team partners, if any of you start fighting again," she looks right at me and Zenaku, "Not only will you two not get your tag team title match," she looks at all of us now, "but all four of you will be suspended for six months without pay!"

I growl a little bit. I look down at the stream of blood that has gone down my chest and is making a puddle on the floor.

"Now you guys go get cleaned up, all you guys have matches tonight!" she walks away, and I'm too afraid to go after her. All of the guards and other guys, wrestlers, referees, and whatnot, look at us for a second and then start to walk away.

I tap Zenaku's paw, he lets me go. I look right at the husky bothers as they both do the same. Tears start going down my face, because now what was in the back of my mind for a long damn time is now rearing its ugly head. I worried that I might be gay and now it's taking over my mind, just like when I walked out on Polarity, and it's costing me my job.

"Are you okay hun?" Zenaku asks me quietly. He hugs me close to him and rests his warm head on top of mine to help sooth me and calm me down, but this time it's not working.

"No, I'm not okay."

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