A week later before the IWX Wednesday night show taping…

IWX owner, Davis Preston, instructed Gage he had no choice but to allow Isis to join the Justice team. Knowing how stubborn Gage was he insisted Gage does his best to welcome in the new girl.

Gage was a go-getter and business-minded. Even though he would fight against Isis joining their crew, he would eventually come around. Gage would realize it was good for business in the long run. Davis trusted it was a good business decision so no matter what, it was happening.

Cyrus and Wraith agreed to let Isis take her own path once she signed her contract. They agreed to not interfere in her progress at work so long as no one tried to bully or harass her. They had seen it plenty of times in the past. Isis was a pushover and the IWX roster was like a rabid pack of wolves regarding new talent. They would be relentless at taunting her if they found one ounce of weakness. The brothers would keep their distance with a watchful eye.

Gage was not happy about this new little vixen coming into the faction he created. He was the leader of the group and he ran things. His only roadblock was his boss, Davis, who ruled like a mad scientist of the wrestling world. He knew Davis was only looking out for his business and it wasn’t a personal choice.

Gage agreed with Davis in one aspect. Isis had the potential to be a great wrestler. Gage figured as long as he had to have her involved he would show Isis exactly what Justice was all about. He would not allow some women to step in without working for her spot. Isis was a rookie placed with the top faction in the company. It was unheard of in their line of work to just walk in and not pay your dues. She would have to prove her worth.

It was time for IWX-Wednesday Night Fight. Gage and Jerrod, were dressed in their typical three-piece suits and cocky swagger. They were the cream of the crop and had to put their best foot forward. No one even came close to how over these men were with fans and other wrestlers. Even as a group of heels fans loved them. The Justice crew where what every wrestler dreamed of being.

The championship belt draped over Gage's shoulder with some random woman on the other. Several other ladies following behind. The men swaggered down the hall as if they owned the place. Making the way down the corridor they flirted with women who were hanging out backstage as they made their way toward their locker room. It was the first hour of the show and they had no idea when the new girl was to make her first appearance. They still had not met her in person. Gage was not interested in knowing anything about her. Secretly he hoped she didn’t even show up to work.

Less women. Less drama.

Isis always had a sexy but creative look to her stage persona. Davis Preston took it to the next level. He was a genius in setting the stage for a great show. He took it upon himself to make her new character become the most luxurious woman in the IWX. They were now competing with the show Wrestling Masters and would not let a new brand show them up. IWX was still the top promotion in the world and planed to stay there.

Isis stage look was the personification of what Justice represented; wealth, fame, and excess. With her opulent style against her soft perfect porcelain skin, her look gave an air of sophisticated elegance with a heavy touch of sex appeal.

Isis long straight dark brunette hair draped down over her shoulders with long extensions making her hair reach past her waist for dramatic effect. She wore a white knee-length fur, that draped over her elbows, to show off the underlying rhinestone bodysuit that shimmered under the lights. Rhinestone jewelry draped her body like a goddess.

Isis sat trying to calm herself in the rhinestone-covered silver luxury car. Shivering uncontrollably from her lack of body covering and nervous tension she tapped on the steering wheel. A Mercedes that Davis rented for her big debut matched her outfit perfectly. Excitement radiated from her with a hint of fear.

Isis heard her cue to get the car rolling over the speaker the stage crew had placed inside the car.

Showtime!

She drove up to her spot in the parking garage and a valet helped Isis from the car. She was in her Isis Queen of Goddesses mindset as cameras flashed. The camera crew followed her every move. Tonight she felt like the rich, powerful, sexy woman who never took no for an answer. She was not the typical shy Isis tonight. No. She was the goddess. Isis was overwhelmingly nervous but tried to not let it show. Her body was trembling so hard she thought the rhinestones would fly off her costume like a dog shaking off water from its coat.

Isis knew what was coming. Her first meeting with Gage Stone. The man that consumed her fantasies for years. Isis was not sure about being with the Justice faction since Gage had not tried to welcome her. This entrance would surely solidify she was now living her dream at IWX. At the moment her goal was to impress Gage knowing he was a ladies’ man. She knew the overtly sexy outfit would get his attention. She just tried to continue to tell herself, "Don’t screw this up."

***

Cyrus and Wraith sat backstage watching on the monitor as their cousin made her way into the arena. Wraith was more relaxed than his overprotective brother. He knew they trained Isis well. Not just in the ring but in her personal life too. She was not as timid as she once was. She had grown to be a strong young woman. Tonight was her chance to prove it. He knew she could overcome her fears and being on live tv was one of them.

“You know, Cyrus, Gage will give her shit. He told me he didn't want to have a woman with their crew. He has no idea what our girl is about. She will feed his ass to him if he gets out of line. Maybe she will set him back on the straight and narrow.”

Wraith laughed knowing how sassy Isis was when provoked. She was usually shy and reserved, but when in the goddess mode was in effect she was a totally different person. Deep down, he was secretly as worried as Cyrus was. Although, he would never admit that maybe his brother was right all along.

“I should have never talked her into this.” Cyrus wrung his hands together.

“Brother, it’s too late to cry over spilled milk. Isis has a good head on her shoulders. She can do this.”

Cyrus watched as she exited the extravagant luxury car. “WHAT THE HELL IS SHE WEARING! She barely has anything on but that damn coat!” Cyrus got annoyed covering Wraith’s eyes.

Wraith moved his fingers looking through them while laughing.

Wraith whistled, “Wow, sexy mama. Cyrus, chill out. She has more on than most of the tricks around here.”

“She’s not a trick. She is our damn cousin. What would her dad say if he was still alive?”

***

Isis made her way inside as the commentators introduced her. As she entered the arena, it was all shown on the jumbotron to the arena crowd.

“She’s here! Isis the Queen of Goddesses is here! Wow, she is hot! Look at those legs!”

“Right, Steve. She is hot but word has it she's a powerhouse. She trained with none other than the Doom Brothers. If she is anything like those guys the women backstage better worry. She might be pretty but she could be lethal.”

The crowd was loving it. She looked like the superstar she was.

Isis made her way down the corridor stopping a stagehand as she passed. Her sexy look distracted the man as he ogled her. He was looking at her sexy outfit like she was on his next dinner menu. He swallowed hard and eyes got wide. Isis snapped her fingers at him to get his attention.

”You. Yes... you! Point me in the direction of the Justice locker room. I have a meeting with Mr. Justice himself. Well?! Speak up! Cat got your tongue? Haven’t you ever seen a woman before? Hurry, I don’t have all day.”

The young stagehand pointed down the hall. She could see Gage and Jerrod bothering some raver girl at the other end of the hallway. Gage lifting the girl’s colorful tutu slapping her on the bottom. The girl slapped him across the face as she pulled away from his grip yelling profanities. Isis groaned inside seeing the nonsense before her. Gage was becoming an overgrown neanderthal under his new Justice character. She admired the feisty girl. She sure knows how to stand up for herself.

Isis walked in their direction pep-talking herself as she went. It was clear this would be a long night. She had already had enough of Gage’s ego about meeting her before the show. He kept avoiding her and refused to meet that morning for breakfast. Isis was not looking forward to their first interaction.

Normally, she would be thrilled to see him in person. Right now, she was repulsed at the idea. Especially after seeing the way he was with women backstage. She made her way down the hall and Gage looked up noticing her. How could he not? With her barely-there outfit and glimmer from the rhinestones, she stuck out in the best way. Pushing his sunglasses down his nose he licked his lips as he scanned over her body. She saw it in his eyes. He was ready to pounce.

“Well, what do we have here?” Gage nudged Jerrod.

“Miss Isis, you made it!” Jerrod proclaimed as he walked up to her and kissed her hand. As charming as Jerrod was, it still gave Isis a creepy old man feeling. Isis smiled to the older man graciously and flipped her hair over her shoulder looking to Gage for some reaction.

“Who, may I ask, is this handsome gentleman?”

She tried flattery to break the ice but quickly saw Gage’s cocky smile twist into a devious grin. The look made her shiver. It was like looking into the eyes of the devil himself. A handsome devil with the smile of an angel. He approached her like a lion on the prowl. Coming so close she could feel his breath on her shoulder as he tried his best to intimidate her. It was clear he was staking claim to his territory.

He was at least a foot taller than her and over three times her tiny dancer frame. Gage worked out daily, and it showed. His bulging muscles stretching the confines of his suit jacket. His sexy smirk and strong jawline made Isis eyes rove over his strong manly features. He was gorgeous, but at this moment it wasn’t lust she was feeling. It was utter fear. She wanted to run, hide. But with cameras there she could only stay in character and stand her ground.

“Baby, don’t pretend. You know exactly who I am. Or at least you will.”

He got up close slowing moving the fur jacket to look over the rhinestone adornment underneath. She could feel the tip of his nose graze her cheek as he continued to loom over her.

“It gets a little cold backstage, sweetheart. You may want to put something on. Or you can always meet me in my office and I can warm you up. Take off the rest of this and we can have some real fun.” He ran his fingers down the rhinestone chain resting between her breast.

Instantly Isis felt the fight-or-flight feeling swell over her. She remembered what Wraith and Cyrus always taught her. FIGHT! Isis was seeing this man’s newfound brutish attitude first hand, and rage started to fill her. Yes, she was over the top in her overtly sexy look, but it gave him no right to treat her the way he was.

Isis looked around seeing other women in the hall glaring at her like she was trash. She hadn’t really taken much notice to the ring-rats up to that point. Now it was evident to her, he saw her as nothing more than the groupies he surrounded himself with. She knew the type. From the indie shows to the pro wrestling groupies, they were all the same.

Standing behind him, three ring-rats were trying to get his attention. Isis looked past him at the three women fawning over him rubbing his back while trying to pull him back to their roaming hands. Isis couldn’t believe women threw themselves at men that way. She dressed sexily or talked bravely to perform on stage, but was pretty modest behind the scenes. She was a bit of a bookworm that was plain-looking most days. Not many people noticed on an average day. A dancer as well as a wrestler she loved costumes and saw her outfit was just part of a role she was playing.

Her rage was starting to flair to a whole new level.

***

Meanwhile, Cyrus and Wraith watched on. “Oh, here we go. She’s pissed! Look at her eyes. This is going to be good,” Wraith laughed.

Cyrus just sat watching the monitor while wringing his hands.

“This is not going to be good for ol’ Gage though. Remind me to make fun of his dog ass later when he’s licking his wounds.”

Cyrus looked over at his brother shaking his head. “You’re hopeless.”

***

Back on set, Isis continued her approach. She amped up her sassy attitude and stood her ground. Isis slowly approached him with a sly smirk. She waved away the women and Gage nodded to them to step away.

“Oh? Oh yes. The infamous Gage Stone. The Bulletproof Assassin. Just as cocky and arrogant as I’ve heard. We haven’t met Mr. Stone. I am the queen, Isis. The Goddess of Goddesses. People bow down to me. And you will too. They always do. Now don’t let the sexy outfit fool you. I am here for one reason and one reason only. For that woman’s title." Isis glared at him. "Mr. Justice has insured me your little group of misfits can help make that happen. I have agreed to be part of this little boy band you have going on here. Mr. Justice believes I can be an asset. I’ll give it a try. For now. Don’t get it twisted. I know exactly who you are. You don’t want me here as much as I don’t want to be here with you. I see you, Gage. We have a similar goal and that’s gold.”

Looking him up and down she walked over and ran her fingers over the belt over his shoulder.

She gave a half-smirk. “Stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours. Oh, and your little bimbo brigade over there is waiting for your attention. May want to take care of that.”

She walked past Gage scowling at the women. Sassy and in control she took back a small bit of her dignity. She was proud of herself for standing her ground. Normally she would have cowered down, but not tonight.

Gage grabbed her arm and turned her back to face him. He stared her down and she gave it right back. His grip tightened. Suddenly, her short found confidence was broken in a moment.

The camera shut off and someone yelled, "CUT!"

They stood staring into each other’s eyes with nothing more than malice for each other's mere presence. Both were too shaken and irritated to back down. Finally, Isis had enough, pulling away from his grip with a yank once the cameras were off.

“If you don’t mind taking your hand off of me, I need to go speak to my cousin, Cyrus. You know, the guy who convinced me to do this? I’m rethinking that decision right now." She walked past in a huff and headed down the hall.

“What a bitch! She needs to get laid. Maybe I can help her with that later. She needs to learn to be a little nicer to the champ. Unless that little outfit is saying she’s been getting too much attention already. Just another whore looking to get up the ranks. She will probably do it on her knees like the rest of the girls around here. Better yet. I won’t take any chances on that one. She wouldn’t be able to shut up unless I stuck my dick in her mouth to shut her up.” Gage laughed thinking she had already gone around the corner.

Jerrod looked back at Isis standing there alone in the middle of the hallway with tears in her eyes and her arms wrapped around her stomach as if she was going to be ill. Her mouth slacked open in shock. She tried to fight back the tears but she was already sobbing.

“Champ.” He motioned for Gage to look back at her. He patted Gage on the back and went in the Justice locker room.

Gage turned to look at Isis seeing the tears rolling down her cheeks. One of the girls in the hall laughed at her saying Isis was a slut. She dropped her head and felt Gage watching her. Isis felt her skin turning red from the utter embarrassment and the heat burning under her cheeks.

Isis turned and ran down the hall until she rounded the corner. Her blue eyes burned from the salty tears as she struggled to focus. Reaching the end of the hall she flung herself around the corner falling against the wall. She slid to the floor covering her face as other wrestlers just passed by ignoring her. Isis sat on the cold stadium hallway floor and pushed her head against the wall as tears fell. She ripped her jewelry from her neck and pulled the fur coat to cover her body.

In all her years as a wrestler, professional dancer, and model she had never been treated like a whore. Never once been called one. At least not by her peers. Now the man she once admired treated her like she was trash. Everyone in her inner circle knew how modest Isis truly was. Her stage persona was just for a good show. Now she was feeling that her sexy side was thought of as a joke. Maybe always had been. She was second-guessing herself and the old timid Isis was back.

She knew she was going to have to go back to that locker room later where Gage was. She had to be part of a group of arrogant men who had no respect for her and she blamed herself. For the first time in years, she felt shame.