The morning had passed in a blur for Y/N. After receiving Scarlett's cryptic message, he had felt a surge of anticipation that he couldn't shake off. He'd eaten a quick breakfast, trying to focus on his usual routine, but his mind kept drifting back to the idea of what Scarlett had planned for him. He had only just begun to scratch the surface of what she was capable of offering—of what they could become together. The idea of elevating his game with her help was almost intoxicating.

At noon, Y/N entered the gym where he'd arranged to meet Scarlett. It was eerily quiet, the air heavy with the scent of rubber mats and iron weights. He could hear the soft hum of the lights overhead, but that was about it—until a familiar sound broke the silence.

The click of heels echoed in the empty space, and Y/N turned to see Scarlett approaching. She was dressed in a tight-fitting athletic outfit, the black leggings and a sports bra accentuating her toned figure. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, and she had a small, sly smile playing at the corner of her lips. It was clear she was ready for business, but her usual sultry demeanor was still present, as if she were in control of every moment.

"Did you bring your A-game?" Scarlett asked, her voice smooth but with an edge that suggested she wasn't interested in anything less than 100%.

Y/N smirked, nodding. "Always."

"Well, you better be," she said with a raised eyebrow. "Because today's not going to be like your usual training session. I'm going to show you how to tap into something deeper, something more than just muscle and technique. It's about power, Y/N—true power. And you're going to learn how to harness it."

The confidence in her voice was enough to make Y/N's heart race. There was something about Scarlett—something about the way she could make the simplest statement feel like a command that he couldn't ignore. He was ready, though. He was eager to see where this would go.

The Training Begins

Scarlett walked past him to the center of the gym, her movements deliberate and graceful, as if she were perfectly in tune with the space. She gestured for him to join her. Y/N followed her every step, trying to focus on what she was saying rather than the way she moved. She was too magnetic to ignore.

"Let's start with the basics, but we're going to do it differently today," she said, her voice low and serious. "You've got the strength, Y/N. But I'm going to teach you how to use it in ways you never imagined. Every move you make should have intention, should carry weight. You're not just a wrestler, you're an artist in the ring. And today, I'm going to show you how to paint your masterpiece."

Y/N nodded, his muscles tensing with excitement. Scarlett's approach was far more cerebral than he was used to, and it intrigued him. He had always focused on his raw power and instincts, but now he was beginning to see the wisdom in her words. He had to evolve—he knew that.

"Alright," Scarlett continued, "we're going to start with some basic moves, but with a twist. We're going to work on your presence—how you command the ring before the match even begins. Your aura. Your ability to get inside your opponent's head. I'll show you."

She gestured toward the mats where he could practice his moves, but instead of just focusing on techniques, she was more focused on his positioning, his energy. Every time Y/N threw a punch or executed a suplex, Scarlett watched intently, critiquing his movements with sharp precision.

"You need to be more aggressive. Assert yourself," she said after his first few attempts. "Look at me." She turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his. "When you step into that ring, they're not just going to see a wrestler. They're going to see someone who commands attention—someone who owns every inch of the space. You need to make them feel you before you even make contact."

Y/N found himself growing more and more focused as the session continued. He could feel Scarlett's words sinking in. It wasn't just about technique; it was about controlling the flow of the match—owning the narrative. He could hear her voice echoing in his head every time he made a move: assert yourself, dominate the space, make them feel you.

Teases in the Heat of the Moment

After a few hours of intense training, Scarlett called for a break. They both sat on the edge of the ring, catching their breath. Y/N wiped the sweat from his forehead, trying to suppress the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. His muscles were sore, but he didn't mind. The workout had been unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. It was grueling, but also exhilarating.

Scarlett, ever composed, took a sip from her water bottle. She looked at him from over the rim, her eyes dark and knowing. "You're doing well, Y/N," she said. "But you've got more to give. I can see it in your eyes. You're hungry, aren't you?"

Y/N looked at her, his breath steadying as he let her words sink in. "Yeah. I'm ready for more."

She smiled, her gaze narrowing just slightly, as if she was reading him like an open book. "Good. I like that." She leaned in closer, her voice lowering. "But remember, it's not just about pushing your body. It's about pushing your limits. You don't just give them a fight. You make them need to fight you. And I can show you how to make that happen."

Her words were as much a challenge as they were a promise. Scarlett wasn't just teaching him how to wrestle; she was teaching him how to manipulate the very essence of his opponent's mind. She was teaching him how to play the game of dominance.

Y/N felt the heat rise in his chest at her proximity. Her scent—the mix of perfume and sweat—was intoxicating, and her gaze seemed to draw him in like a magnet. He was becoming more aware of her influence, of the pull she had on him, both mentally and physically.

Scarlett's smile grew a little more mischievous as she stood, her body moving with feline grace. "Let's see if you can apply what I've taught you," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "Next time we're in the ring, I expect you to take control the moment that bell rings. No hesitation."

She turned to leave, her movements deliberate and slow. As she walked away, she glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes locking onto his once more. "And don't forget, Y/N..." She paused, letting the tension hang in the air. "Power isn't just physical. It's mental. And I have a feeling you'll figure that out soon enough."

Y/N watched her go, his pulse quickening once again. He knew she was right—there was so much more to this game than just the moves, just the matches. If he wanted to make it to the top, he would need to play it smart, and Scarlett was the perfect teacher to show him the way.

The Quiet Before the Storm

The gym session had ended, but Y/N felt a fire burning inside him that wouldn't be quenched. Scarlett's words, her presence, had made something click within him. He was no longer just fighting to prove himself—he was fighting to become something greater. Something more dangerous.

As he left the gym, heading back to his hotel, Y/N could still feel Scarlett's eyes on him, her words echoing in his mind. He knew that she was molding him, pushing him to become something more than just another wrestler. She was teaching him how to leave a legacy.

And as he glanced at his phone, he saw another message from her.

Scarlett Bordeaux
You've got potential, Y/N. Don't forget who's got your back. Next time we train, I expect you to bring more than just your body. I want to see your soul in the ring.

Y/N smiled as he typed out a reply.

Y/N
I won't disappoint. Next time, I'll show you what I'm really capable of.

With that, he leaned back against the car, his mind racing with possibilities. The next chapter of his journey was beginning, and he knew it would be unlike anything he'd ever imagined. And Scarlett? She would be right there beside him, guiding him to the top—one step at a time.