Mixed Up And Tied Up

[Logan Blades]

A woman’s makeup room, by far both the nicest and the creepiest of places depending on how said woman was using this space. In OCW Savage Champion, Logan’s, fiancees case this was definitely the latter. She sat in almost pitch darkness, if not for the red glow coming from the love heart shaped lights she'd strung up on the wall, scrolling through her man's mobile phone and jotting things down onto a notepad she had in front of her.

The Margarita Mix should have been a fun experience for Logan, and it perhaps would have been had Crystal not been completely, scarily, overly attached. She looked down at Logan's phone again making some more notes and then finally sat back in her chair sighing and running her hands through her hair. She exited the room, notepad in hand, and stepped back into the couples master bedroom, where she reunited with Logan, who was completely naked and tied down to a chair.

Crystal: Logan, before we begin I want you to know that I'm doing this for our relationship, okay? For our unborn child. All I want is for you to answer me truthfully, okay sweetie?

He was admittedly annoyed waking up in such fashion, fighting against the restraints. How had this blonde pregnant dope worked this out and gotten him tied into a chair? Need to watch his drinks around this Cosby woman.

Logan: Yes?

He said through gritted teeth. Crystal smiled sweetly as she stood mere inches away from him.

Crystal: Okay so first question, and I want you to answer everything as truthfully as possible, K babe?

She gave him a stern look.

Crystal: So you think I’m that fucking stupid? Telling me you want me to stay at home this week and I find out the reason why is because you want to chase after some girls called Erin and Jenna?! And Zybala? Who I'm pretty sure is also a woman?! How do you expect me to feel about this?!

Logan: That's what this is about? Because I was randomly paired with a woman to face two other women?

He blinked over thinking Zybalas gender. It seemed entirely possible he maybe held the ability to give birth. Crystal looked at Logan and then back handed him across his face. She instantly regretted doing this though as she got into his face, grabbing at his cheeks a bit too hard.

Crystal: I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to hurt you. But this isn't acceptable and you know it isn't! Do you really want our daughter to grow up knowing that whilst her Mommy was pregnant you were off playing around with other women?!

Normally he'd love a good slapping, however now he wasn't in any mood for it, especially from this brat.

Logan: How do I even know that's my baby. Probably Danes.

His eye squinted into a paranoid glare. Crystal just gave him a disgusted look, rolling her eyes as she jotted down some more notes.

Crystal: “Logan became very hostile when questioned about playing around with other women”. Oh don't mind me, I'm just saving all of this, for evidence. Now, next question. Do you want to fuck Jenna, Zybala and Erin?! Am I not good enough for you?!

As the two of them continued the heated conversation there was a knock at the door. Peering through the curtain, Crystal could see a courier waiting outside.

Logan: HELP!

The tied up Savage champion sarcastically screamed out, hoping to see Crystal panic. The blonde bombshell nodded her head.

Crystal: We'll continue this in a moment.

Logan: Bitphh -

And then she bent down, picked up a sock and shoved it into Logan’s mouth. She made her way to the door, and opened it just a crack and eyed the courier suspiciously. The man smiled a bit awkwardly as he addressed her.

Courier: Good morning, ma’am. I’ve got a telegram for a Mr. Logan.

Crystal looked at him suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.

Crystal: A telegram? What is this? The eighteen hundreds?

The courier shrugged.

Courier: Just doing my job. Is he available?

Crystal: I'm his wife, I'll sign for that.

Again the courier shrugged as he collected her signature and handed her a piece of paper. She closed the door and read the note.

“Random or not, you agreed to meet with me to discuss our strategy. I don’t know how we’re going to last as partners if you can’t keep your word. -E”

Crystal: Partners?! That son of a bitch!

Crystal stormed back upstairs into their bedroom and before Logan could even turn around to look at her she threw a right hand into his jaw, knocking the sock out of his mouth.

Crystal: WHO THE FUCK IS E?!!

She grabbed him by his hair and shoved the telegram in his face, not even allowing him to read it. Dazed and confused with a sore jaw, he tried to read the print being shoved in his face.

Logan: E? Oh that'd probably be some chick I boned in Korea.

His aching jaw extended for a laugh. Crystal just grabbed hold of her notepad and aggressively wrote some more words into it.

Crystal: Well that's just wonderful. You want to add her to your “mix” as well?! Maybe you want to fuck her live on Massacre too, huh?! I'm getting tired of your bullshit, Logan.

Crystal started to cry at this point unable to contain her heartbreak.

Crystal: I thought we had something special together and now I find out that all this time you've been thinking about other women. What's so special about them?! Jenna? What a stupid name that is! What is she? Five?! Erin?! She sounds like a creature you'd find on Sesame Street! And Zybala?! Don't even get me started on that one! You've got some real explaining to do here, you two timing whore!

Logan: Take a joke you prude. Shouldn't you know by now I can barely manage sex with you, much less other women.

He never found any enjoyment from it. Sometimes it was a coping mechanism to shut Crystal up when beating her didn't work.

Logan: This pregnancy has made you delusional. Zybala is a man, MAYBE, but do I have any urges to put my penis inside him? Well… maybe if it was somehow funny or made for a great joke…

He snorted a chuckle.

Logan: Otherwise the answer would be a big fat 'Crystal clear' no.

Crystal nodded her head, wiping away some of her tears on her arm. She jotted down some more notes.

Crystal: “Logan admits he has no interest in butt fucking other guys unless he finds it funny”. Awwwww that's so sweet! But if you don't have any interest in Erin and Jenna in that way, why are you bothering with them? And why have you kept me in the dark about all of this?

Logan: Because you're a crazy bitch.

He looked down over himself tied to a chair, pointing out the obvious. Crystal just shook her head.

Crystal: That doesn't even make any sense, Logan! WHO ARE THEY?!

Logan: Erin is a hillbilly and Jenna is the daughter of a hillbilly. And Zybala? He writes those little daycare checks you work for… since you don't believe in Logan currency.

She tilted her head to the side a bit, her long blonde hair flowing down over her curvy body.

Crystal: So, are you saying you have a thing for white trash or something? ‘Cause if you do, I'm pretty sure I could tear up some of my jeans…

He also tilted his head.

Logan: You don't need ripped up jeans, toots. You're already trash.

He said through a loving grin. Crystal didn't lash out, she knew Logan meant this in a loving way.

Crystal: OK, that's fine. I just have one more question for you… if this match with Erin is as innocent as you say, are you looking forward to it?

Logan: Of course. The possibility exists of becoming the world champion within a few months. I'd essentially skip this entire Savage run and be right on top. Know how much easier it'd be then to get my face printed on actual money? Can you imagine going to the market, maybe I've just beaten you, or left you for a broad who makes me sandwiches and keeps her trap shut, and you reach into your purse to pay, and there’s my face staring right back at you fresh off of the new one dollar bill?

Crystal laughed a bit as she started to untie him.

Crystal: Uh, Logan… I'm pretty sure you need to become the President of the USA before you can have your face on money.

Logan shifted himself awkwardly as the crazy bitch untied him. Finally he had movement of his limbs and was able to work out the kinks in his back. Once he was completely free he grabbed hold of Crystal by her hair.

Logan: Did I ask for your opinion? No, I don’t remember asking you to speak. Now make yourself useful and make me a sandwich. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll forget how you chose to wake me up.

He aggressively pushed her head away from him and squinted his eye at her. Crystal hung her head and started to back out of the room.

Crystal: I'm sorry, Logan, I just… heard you were having fun with other women and got a bit uncontrollably jealous. I'll go make you a sandwich. I'm sorry.

She left the room quickly. Logan sat up and rolled his neck a few times. His jaw still ached and his head was groggy.

Logan: Crazy bitch just won’t leave.

He scratched at the stubble on his cheek and thought for a moment.

Logan: Heh, what if Crystal is right? Can I really drag two more crazy chicks around? Hillbillies… two hillbillies and a psychotic pregnant bitch.

After a few minutes Crystal finally returned with a tray in her hands, carrying a freshly prepared sandwich and a glass of water. She sat it down on the bed.

Crystal: There ya go, anything else I can do for you, hunny?

Logan turned his lip and laughed. If only it were that easy.

Logan: Yeah, you can leave and never come back. A day without the sound of a dying cat in my ear would be wonderful.

Crystal laughed as she grabbed Logan and planted a kiss onto his cheek.

Crystal: Shuttup.

Without warning, Logan flipped over the tray sending the contents all over the floor. Crystal jumped back in shock. Logan stood up from the bed.

Logan: I’ve lost my appetite.

He reached down grabbing hold of the courier’s note Crystal had taken.

Logan: There’s work to be done. Someone around here has to think about more than just themselves. I’m going from one clingy bitch to another, can’t trust any of ya. But I do this as a selfless act.

Logan walked over to the window. He pulled back the curtain and watched outside. He snapped his jaw back and remained silent for a time. Finally he turned back to Crystal.

Logan: I have been riding a wave straight to the top. I can’t just step away from it now. OCW needs a guy like me. Erin Gordon is suddenly relevant again because a slip of paper from a sweaty hat decided that she would hit the jackpot.

He bent down, now picking up the sandwich from the floor and he took a bite. He threw the rest over his shoulder.

Logan: Will she deck the boss in the mouth when the time comes? I don’t know. I personally have nothing to lose if I drag his face across my boot, but that’s because I am a master negotiator. I don’t mind losing a dollar if it means I’m one step closer to the world championship.

Logan placed his fist under his chin as a sinister grin formed on his face.

Logan: And his partner is just a better looking version of you … someone who doesn’t know when to keep their mouth, or their legs closed. The more I think about this the more I’m going to enjoy it. Why the hell am I still here talking to you?

He stood up, leaving the room without another word. Crystal watched him go. He left a Savage, he planned to return one step closer to the World.