Burn for Glory - Pt. 01

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Burn for Glory - Part One

Welcome to Part One of this story. It's a raw and unflinching dive into the heart of ambition, love, and the sacrifices. Expect a collision of passion and pain where pursuit of glory comes at a cost. This is a tale of fire. The kind that fuels us, consumes us, and sometimes burns everything down.

By Sinfantasy

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Chapter 1: The Quiet Before

The early morning sun filtered through the kitchen window of the Daniels' modest home. Elena stood at the counter with her dark hair set loose over her shoulders. She had a simple nightie on. The golden light illuminated her alluring figure. She hummed softly while slicing apples for her smoothie.

Caleb shuffled in with a towel around his waist. His hair still wet from the shower. There was a small limp in his steps. A remnant of an old injury that had changed the direction of his life. The familiar sight of his wife still made him pause. He started the coffee machine while his eyes kept drifting towards Elena's curves.

Elena glanced over her shoulder with a playful smile. "You're gonna burn a hole through me if you keep staring, Coach," she teased.

Caleb chuckled. "Can't help it, El. You are still as beautiful as the day we met for the first time."

She laughed. "You're not that old, Cal. Come on," She tossed him a slice of Apple.

He caught it mid-air and popped it into his mouth. "Good aim," he said.

"See, you are still as good as in your prime," she teased.

He hugged her from behind and leaned on her shoulder. "We should wrestle sometime," he said. He reminisced about the time when she used to play a mock wrestle with him before his injury.

"Me? On the mat?" Elena turned and locked her arms around his neck. "I'd pin you in ten seconds, and you know it. You should join me in a yoga session instead."

He unlocked her arms and stepped back with a shake of his head. "Not gonna happen."

She showed a mock frown. "Same here. You can wrestle with your trainees all day long."

"Speaking of trainees, the regional tryouts are starting today. Will you be there?" He asked with hesitation.

This was an emotional topic for Caleb. Regional tryouts were a starting point for the glorious Golden Grappler Trophy awarded to the national winner. Caleb had been obsessed with winning that trophy all his life. His father had won the first ever Golden Grappler. He had trained since childhood to win it for himself. He had almost made it to the finals when an unfortunate accident robbed him of his wrestling career.

After a year of therapy, both physical and emotional, he started his career again as a wrestling coach. His obsession with the trophy had continued for the last ten years. He dreamed for one of his trainees to win it for him. However, his team had never reached beyond the District level events. Every year he went through the same cycle of hope and disappointment.

"Of course, I will be there. Have I ever missed any games of your team?" She asked as she reached out to him.

"Yah, you would never miss a chance to show off in your tights and fitted tops." He grunted.

"You know I still turn heads at the gym, right?" She leaned close to him. "Besides, you love it when I show off, don't you?" She asked playfully.

He held her close. "I won't deny that." His usual smile was missing, though.

"Why are you so tense, Cal?" She asked with worry.

His grip tightened slightly. "Yeah, that kid's got me on edge. Too damn stubborn for his own good." He sighed in frustration. "Wish he'd listen half as well as you do."

Her fingers traced the stubble along his jaw. "Are you talking about Tyler? Give him time, Cal. He'll get there."

Caleb shook his head. His eyes landed on his photo from his wrestling days. The Golden Grappler Trophy was in the background. A short pain shot through his right knee. His doctors had told him it was imaginary, like a fantom pain. He agreed with them. It was a constant reminder of the opportunity he had missed. The pain had accompanied him all these years, keeping his dream alive of holding that trophy. Just like his father did once.

"You don't understand, El. I just want... I want Tyler to..." He sighed again but did not complete his thoughts.

Elena had grown used to such outbursts over the years. But there was something different since Caleb had found Tyler. He had been obsessed with the kid since the first meeting. Tyler was a typical spoiled brat a year ago. Rich and unruly. He had mellowed down a bit since Caleb got him into wrestling. Caleb thought that Tyler had changed, but he had simply learned to act more rational.

She had a feeling that Caleb saw his younger self in Tyler. She did not agree, though. Tyler was nothing like Caleb in his younger years. In fact, they were polar opposites. If Caleb was a boy scout, Tyler was a delinquent. Caleb had always been more orthodox and traditional, while Tyler was a free spirit. That kid did not even share Caleb's passion for wrestling. It was wrong to call Tyler a kid. He was almost nineteen years old. But Caleb saw all his trainees as his own kids...

"What are you thinking about, El?" Caleb asked with concern.

His question broke Elena's drifting thoughts. Yet, her concern remained. The one she rarely dared to voice. She could never understand his hesitation to have kids of their own. It had been years since she had stopped her fitness modeling career, but he had not budged. Talking about kids always led to long-drawn conflicts. She had been too patient with Caleb over the years, but he was still stuck in his past. His accident and loss of his dream still ruled his life. So much so that he had forgotten their shared dreams of married life together.

However, this was not the time to think over it. Her mood shifted as she sensed Caleb's deep-seated anxiety. He needed her again. A different kind of warmth entered her gaze.

"Oh, I was thinking about what could help you relax," she said with a finger on her chin.

"Don't tease me, El. We don't have time." He protested.

She had a coy smile on her lips. "Why don't you enjoy your coffee while I take care of your stress?" She whispered and dropped to her knees.

A simple tug was enough to drop his towel. She held his semi-hard cock in a tight grip. It was the object of her affection and her delight. "Do your trainees look at me when I am there, Cal?" she teased.

Caleb loved the role plays. It was the quickest way to get him off. He groaned as his cock started to swell in her hands. "Yes, all of them."

"Have you found any pictures from my modeling days in their lockers again?" she asked in a husky whisper.

"All the time, El. They try their best to hide your magazine cutouts, and I pretend not to notice them." He hissed.

"But you like it, don't you?" she whispered.

"Yes, I do." He groaned as she swallowed his cock whole. Her throat muscles closing on his full length.

He whimpered in delight. She had been using the same fantasy against him since the time he had confessed it to her. He had no complaints, though. It had reignited their sex life in recent times.

"Those sneaky bastards can dream all they want, but you are mine." He growled.

Elena looked up to him as she started bobbing her head up and down. Her cheeks hollowed as she started sucking on his cock with gusto.

"Oh god. I am close, El," he whispered.

She continued sucking on his cock hard. She pulled back a bit and started to run her tongue along his frenulum. He loved it when her tongue played at the base of his cockhead. Pleasure overwhelmed him as he started shooting his cum in her mouth.

She pulled out his cock and started jerking him off to take his cum on her face. She closed her eyes and let her hands guide his cock to paint her.

Caleb loved the sight of her covered in his cum. Some landed on her chin, some on her eyelashes, and the rest smeared on her cheeks. A few drops even landed in her hair.

His knees buckled as his orgasm subsided. He leaned on the kitchen counter for support. Her image covered in his cum still drove him wild.

She continued to suck his cock until she got every last drop of his cum. Then she released it with a loud pop and landed a final kiss on his cockhead.

"You're too good to me, El," he groaned while catching his breath.

"I know. Now hurry up, or you will be late." She shooed him away while licking her fingers clean.

He gulped down his coffee in one go and smiled at her. "You always know how to cheer me up, El." He offered her a napkin to clean her face and then rushed back to their bedroom.

Elena was in no hurry to clean up. She stood and rested her back against the kitchen counter. "Go get 'em today. And don't yell at Tyler too much. He's trying." She called behind him.

Caleb grinned back at her. "No promises on the yelling," he said. "But I'll try to keep it under control. For you."

She rolled her eyes and then used her finger to gather his cum from her face and swallowed it.

Caleb stopped in his tracks. He was about to turn back when she threw a napkin at him.

"Hurry up, Coach. I'll see you at the gym." She reminded.

As Caleb headed for the bedroom door, she returned to her smoothie. He was ready to face the chaos of the day. Elena would be there in the bleachers to cheer for him and his team. Little did he know the storm was coming, and he was going to be the catalyst.

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Chapter 2: The Defeat

The small-town school gymnasium pulsed with energy. The air was thick with sweat and the intense energy of a wrestling match. Nineteen-year-old Tyler Reed's eyes were locked on his opponent, Jake "The Hammer" Thornton. The regional qualifier match was slipping from his grip, and yet he was calm. He was more interested in dissecting Jake's explosive style and aggression than giving his all to win.

Tyler's coach, Caleb, was seething in rage from the sidelines. Tyler's almost detached mindset irritated him to no end. "What the hell is he doing now?" Caleb wondered.

"Keep your hips low, Tyler!" Caleb barked.

Tyler scoffed under his breath. He ignored the jeers from the crowd, just as he ignored Caleb's hoarse shouts. Caleb's drills felt like relics from an old school. They were useless against someone as relentless as Jake. He needed something different, something of his own. Caleb would rant and rave again, he knew, but he had to try. He coiled his legs like springs in anticipation of Jake's aggression.

Tyler's instincts were sharp for a wrestler with only a year under his belt. His lean frame was packed with surprisingly dense muscles and explosive power. He often compensated for lack of experience with creative, unorthodox moves. However, it wasn't working against Jake's brute force.

"Still dreaming, pretty boy?" Jake taunted Tyler. He appeared relaxed but lunged forward in the next moment.

Tyler sidestepped, but not fast enough. Jake still managed to hook his arm around Tyler's leg. Tyler escaped the hold at the cost of crucial points. Winning was out of the question now, but he still wanted to reduce the point margin and soften the blow.

Jake's smile widened at Tyler's defensive posture. He had Tyler exactly where he wanted him. The next minute or two passed in a blur of frantic motions. Finally, Jake managed to grab Tyler in a pin.

Elena watched the match from the bleachers. Her nervous gaze shifted constantly between Tyler and Caleb. She'd never seen her husband so worked up over a trainee's loss. Her green eyes flickered with intense concern as she watched the action with bated breath. Caleb may not like Tyler's unique approach, but Elena admired his creative spirit.

She had a lot of Ideas on how Tyler could improve his advantage. However, she knew better than meddling in Caleb's coaching. He was too stubborn and orthodox for experimentation and accepting help. Her fingers tightened against the railing in hope for another unorthodox move from Tyler.

Tyler caught her gaze through the haze of his struggle. Her eyes bore into him until he looked away. Her tight yoga pants hugged her firm curves, and her fitted tank top clung to her full breasts. Her dark hair was tied into a high ponytail. They swayed with each nervous shift. He cursed himself for the distraction.

Tyler's bedroom was filled with Elena's most provocative pictures from her modeling days. She was his fascination and a secret crush. His heart fluttered even as he was pinned to the mat in shame. His muscles were strained as he tried to escape once again. He felt even worse when he could not escape the hold. Yet, despite the awkward position and pain, a forbidden heat stirred in him. The pull was undeniable.

SLAP! The referee's hand hit the mat. The cracking sound sealed Tyler's defeat. The crowd's collective sigh mirrored the sudden void in his stomach. He scrambled to his feet and brushed off his singlet. His head bowed as Jake raised a triumphant fist.

Elena's chest tightened at Tyler's loss. She could see Caleb anger surging, this was bad. Tyler's defiance was not helping the situation. His shoulders stayed squared despite the loss like it did not matter to him.

She wanted to call out Tyler to tell him he'd fought well, but hesitated. Caleb would not like that. She wished Caleb to appreciate the unpolished creativity in Tyler but knew it would never happen. Her concern deepened for both the boy and her husband.

On the sidelines, Caleb's face was a storm cloud. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles ached. The phantom pain in his knee flared again as if mocking him. Tyler's loss wasn't just a match gone wrong, the boy had not even fought hard. It was a direct disrespect to all the efforts he had invested in Tyler. The Golden Grappler Trophy felt further away than ever.

His father's voice echoed from years past. "You fight to win, Caleb. Anything less is failure." A lesson he had failed to teach Tyler.

Pete, Jake's coach approached Caleb. "It was a good game, Daniels. He's got quick reflexes. Just needs some discipline."

Caleb nodded at Pete and they shook hands. He did not agree with Pete's words. He wanted to grab Tyler by the shoulders and shake sense into him. Instead, he forced a deep breath. This wasn't over yet. He'd make Tyler understand, no matter what it took.

"Where is your focus, Reed? You're throwing it away!" Caleb called.

The words barely registered for Tyler. He was replaying the match in his head. Still trying to pinpoint what he could have done differently.

Ken, a lanky junior, clapped Tyler's shoulder. "Shake it off, Ty. You never had a chance against him."

Tyler ignored him and moved on. He knew better than to dignify Ken with a response.

Mark, his teammate, came up beside him. "Cheer up, man. You did far better than any of us expected." He said with his characteristic smile.

Tyler smirked at him. "Tell that to coach," he joked.

"He would chew us out." Mark replied with dread.

Tyler offered him a forced smile. "He will chew me out anyway."

They gathered in the group and continued to watch the next matches.

Tyler wasn't happy with the loss, but the sting of defeat didn't sink in for him. Wrestling was simply a pursuit of mastery. A game of calculated moves and countermoves. He was there to test his limits. A learning experience, nothing more. It was also an effective way to deal with his anger. As Caleb called, he had no will to win.

Why try hard to win? There was nothing to prove to anyone. His parents didn't care about his games. They were far too busy with their own achievements, too consumed by their professional lives, to care about his insignificant struggles. They would rather shower him with money than spend time with him. He was living alone in a big, luxurious house. They rarely visited him.

Tyler was spoiled and loaded since he was young. He always had a string of admirers behind him. It was no surprise that he ended up with rowdy crowds in his teen years. He had done his fair share of misdeeds. It all came to a head when Tyler ended up in a street fight that sent four people to the hospital with multiple fractures. That was the day when Tyler acknowledged his unresolved anger. He dropped his false friends and started cleaning up his act. He did not believe in counseling. His parents had tried that enough times already. He started exploring new avenues to get some help.

While his parents managed to settle the legal matter, Tyler ended up doing community service for a month. That's when he met Caleb. Tyler jumped at Caleb's offer and joined wrestling to channel his aggression. He admired Caleb initially, but it didn't last long. Soon he learned about Caleb's obsession with some golden trophy.

Caleb wanted Tyler to go for National championship. However, Tyler did not share his enthusiasm. He was simply content to spend time on a hobby that offered him some genuine, albeit solitary, joy. He was not interested in committing to a single sport full-time.

He could have played along with Caleb just to appease him, but Caleb was not happy with simply sharing his dream. He wanted Tyler to play like him, think like him, act like him. This was too much. Tyler simply refused cooperate since then.

Caleb had surprisingly backed down after their initial confrontation. That was the only way to save their strained coach-trainee relationship from ending right there.

Caleb's voice cut through the noise and Tyler's chain of thoughts. He was calling for a post-match huddle. Tyler knew what was in store for him. He wasn't interested in the same old sermon from Caleb. He slipped out of the gym, seeking the quiet comfort of his own space.

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Chapter 3: The Game

Caleb lay sprawled naked across the bed in silence. The dim glow of the bedside lamp showed the frustration on his face. Tyler had skipped the huddle again, and he had no way to get through to that hardheaded boy.

Elena walked out of the bathroom in her silk robe. She could feel the simmering anger behind her husband's quiet facade. The events of the day were fresh in her mind. She wanted to pacify Caleb and try to defuse the tension between him and Tyler. She removed her robe and slid beside Caleb. Her green eyes glinted with knowing intensity as she cuddled him from the side.

"What got you so worked up, handsome?" She purred.

"He's losing his edge, El," Caleb muttered. His jaw tightened as he recalled Tyler's defiance. "That kid has no respect for anyone, nor does he have a fire to win."

Elena propped herself on an elbow. Her full breasts pressed against his ribs. "He feels alone, Caleb. No one's in his corner to cheer him on. You saw his parents tonight? Oh wait, you didn't. Because they're never there."

He sighed. "Yeah, rich folks. His parent did not even show up when he was arrested. Unbelievable."

she placed a hand on his chest. "Different methods, honey. Not that I agree, but they did send him the best lawyer. He was out within an hour."

He rubbed his temple. "That's the problem, El. Tyler was drifting when I met him. Just another aimless teenager headed nowhere. I channeled his anger into wrestling, thinking it'd give him something to fight for."

Elena was watching him closely. Tyler was never a lost puppy looking for a direction. He knew what he wanted even before he had met Caleb. But there was no point in correcting Caleb. He believed in his own version of truth. "You did well, honey." She consoled him in pretend agreement.

Caleb shook his head. "You don't understand, El. Tyler found his groove in wrestling. Have you seen him getting angry again? He's got it in him to be great."

This was another point she did not agree with. Caleb was blind not to see the truth. She'd seen the other trainees give Tyler a wide berth. They kept their distance, except for sweet, oblivious Mark. Everyone could see Tyler's accumulating anger against Caleb, except him.

She rubbed his chin and looked him in the eye. "What are you not telling me, Cal? I have never seen you so worked up over your trainees."

He looked at her, but then his eyes grew distant. "I was one match away from the Golden Grappler, El. Then that damn accident..." He trailed off.

Elena smiled at him. She recalled the memories of young Caleb chasing her. Those memories held a different meaning for her. She was wild and ambitious, while Caleb was grounded and focused on his goal. They were dating for more than a year while Caleb was chasing his dream to make his career in wrestling. They even had a bet going on between them. She would marry him if he won the Golden Grappler. That never happened, but Caleb's genuine feelings had won her over.

"But you still got me." She cheered him.

Caleb had a nostalgic look in his eyes. "It's not the same, El. You never called me Champ."

Elena felt like she was slapped hard. His words had no acknowledgment of her feelings. Her anger flared in an instant. "What's that supposed to mean? I never cared for the trophy, Cal. Is it not enough that I love you? And what the fuck do you mean by calling you Champ? I'll do it if you want, but can your ego take it?"

His gaze softened, but he still missed the pain in her eyes. "You know I don't mean it that way. I could almost feel it in my grasp until that accident shattered my dream. My knee still hurts, El. That dream still haunts me."

Elena's anger ebbed as she felt his pain. Her fingers brushed against his knee. The scar reminded her of the day when she was called to the hospital. Caleb had been in a bad car accident. His right leg was in a cast, and bandages all over his body. The blunt trauma had shattered his kneecap. That was the end of his wrestling career. She had held Caleb in her arms as he had cried out his pain. She had been his support system since then.

Caleb's eyes held a dead look as he was zoned out in the distance. She wanted to pull him out of those depressing thoughts before he could dwell further on his loss.

Elena's lips curved into a sly smile. "Tyler looks up to me, you know. Watches me at practice. A lot."

Caleb snorted at the change in her tone. "Watches you, El? Hell, the kid's nineteen. He's lusting after you. I've seen those puppy-dog eyes."

She laughed. "You're not wrong. He can't help himself. He was staring even after that loss today." Her voice was playful, but her mind lingered on Tyler's image. His defiance had stirred something inside her she didn't want to name.

Caleb's gaze stilled on her for a while, then it sharpened. A spark flickered in his eyes. It was as if he had found a solution to his problem.

"What is it, Cal?" She asked in wonder.

He hesitated for a moment. His eyes drifted away from her to their picture on the nightstand and then back to her. He swallowed hard, hating himself for what he was about to say. "Then use it."

Elena raised an eyebrow. Her fingers paused on his chest. "Use it? What are you saying, Coach?"

"I'm saying do what it takes to get him focused. Light a fire under him. Make him want that Golden Grappler so bad he can't think of anything else." His voice had a maddening edge to it.

Elena loved this new role-play. She swung a leg over him and straddled his hips. Her naked body and sculptured curves shone bright under the soft light. Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "You're playing a dangerous game, Cal. You know I could drive that boy wild if I wanted to."

Caleb's eyes darkened. "Don't tell me you've forgotten your moves, El," he growled. His cock pressing hard against her wetness. "You were quite the heartbreaker before me."

Elena froze for a moment. His words cut deeper than he realized. She pressed her palms against his chest to stop him. "I've never lied about who I was, Cal. But that's my past. You never had an issue with it before. Why now?" Her tone was guarded but Tyler's defiant eyes flashed in her mind.

His hands gripped her hips. "I am not complaining, but there is nothing else that would hold Tyler's attention. I want him to win. The Golden Grappler is not only for him but for me as well. I want you to do this for me, El." He almost pleaded.

Elena could see the determination in his eyes. He was betting on everything for his dream, even her. That thought unsettled her. She had to probe again. "Are you sure, Cal? Anything?"

His breath hitched as she moved against him. "Whatever it takes, El," he growled. "Get that boy to the trophy."

Elena sank lower on his cock, taking his full length inside her pussy in one swift motion. "Anything?" she teased while grinding her hips slowly.

He groaned in delight. "Whatever it takes." He started thrusting his hips to drill her pussy hard.

Elena had not seen him so worked up in quite a while. She started riding his cock hard. "You know I could push that boy to the edge. Make him burn for it. You sure you can handle that, honey?" She pushed him further.

Caleb was in the throes of pleasure. Her pussy was clamping on his cock, simulating his entire length as she gyrated her hips on every downward stroke. Her warning did not quite register in his mind. "Yes, do it."

Elena was not immune to her own fantasies. Tyler had this dark edge that attracted something primal inside her. Caleb's words were shaking her restraints. Her pussy quivered on his cock as Tyler's sweaty body flashed in her mind. A sudden orgasm ripped through her core as she crashed on his chest. "I will, Cal. For you." She gave in to her fantasies for a moment.

Caleb came hard inside her pussy. His cum flooded her insides with his reckless permission.

"Yes, babe. Do it for me, for us." He reaffirmed while the feeling of ecstasy still ruled his mind.

They stayed still while catching their breath. Caleb dreamed of The golden Grappler trophy, and Elena wondered if it was just a sex talk or if Caleb meant what he said. Anything? Really? That thought scared her, but Tyler's lonely defiance lingered in her mind, undeniable and dangerous.

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Chapter 4: The Offer

The gymnasium buzzed with the usual chaos the next day. The grunts, thuds, and Caleb's sharp commands filled the noise. Tyler moved through drills mechanically, but he wasn't into it. His eyes lingered over Elena's figure standing near the water station.

"Reed, focus!" Caleb snapped at Tyler. "Your sprawl's sloppy. You want to lose again?"

Tyler gritted his teeth and followed the stance. Caleb's drills were rigid and sloppy, not him. They felt like chains on his instincts. He needed freedom to experiment and let his unorthodox moves breathe.

The practice ended, and Caleb returned to his office. The rest filed out, but Tyler lingered in the gym. He was stealing glances at Elena as she was sorting some papers in the corner.

Elena noticed his lingering gaze. She had thought over Caleb's plea to help him with Tyler. While she could understand Caleb's desperation, she was not going to risk her marriage over a weak moment. Yet, she wanted to help Caleb reach Tyler. She also had a plan in mind. Caleb won't like it, but it was still better than what he had asked.

Elena walked up to Tyler slowly. She eyed him down like measuring him. "Tyler," she called firmly. "You looked off out there. Like you're holding back."

He avoided her gaze. "Just tired, I guess. Caleb's drills don't exactly... inspire me."

She tilted her head. A small smile played on her lips. "I noticed. You've got those wild moves, the ones Caleb doesn't get. But they're stiff. You need to loosen up and let your body flow."

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "What, like yoga or something?"

"Exactly." Her smile widened. It was warm and yet professional. "I can help you with stretches and flexibility. We can work on your core and the balance. It'll give you the edge to pull off those unorthodox moves of yours. What do you say?"

He hesitated. The thought of one-on-one time with Elena sent a jolt through him. "You mean, like a private session?"

She nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Every day after practice. You are short on time, and we need some quick results. I used to be a yoga trainer, Tyler. I know how to unlock a body's potential. You want to beat guys like Jake? You need to move like no one else can."

Tyler's mind raced. It was a practical offer. His body still ached from Jake's takedown. More flexibility could've saved him. Elena's undivided attention was an added bonus. "Alright," he said finally. "I'm in."

"Good." She stepped closer. "We will start from tomorrow, but this stays between us. Caleb won't like me fiddling with his training regime. Got it?"

Tyler nodded. This was a chance to experiment and grow. "Deal," he said. He met her eyes without any hesitation for the first time.

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Tyler kept his head down and played along with Caleb's training the next evening. He was waiting for the training to end in anticipation of his first session with Elena. He was not sure how Elena planned to keep the session secret, but he was about to find out.

The training ended on time, and the team started to clear out. Tyler took his time to pack his things while waiting for everyone to leave. His doubts were answered when Caleb also left after nodding at him.

Elena called him inside a small training room off the main gym. The space was small but enough for two people. There were two yoga mats spread across the floor. A soft yellow light in the room, and a faint scent of sandalwood hung in the air.

Elena stood on one of the yoga mats. She was barefoot, and her hair was pulled into a loose bun.

"Ready to work?" she asked. She wore a black sports bra and leggings.

Tyler nodded. He removed his shoes and stepped on the yoga mat. He felt out of place in his wrestling singlet.

"Let's start with basic stretches to open your hips and core," she said. Her movements were fluid and controlled as she knelt on a mat. "Your moves rely on explosive power, but you're too tense. We'll loosen you up so you can flow into those crazy spins and counters you love."

Tyler struggled to follow even the basic stretches. The deep lunges, hip openers, and twists seemed almost inhuman to him.

Elena was patient and guided him through every movement. Her hands were firm but gentle. She helped in adjusting his posture with confident yet professional touches. Whether it was his shoulder or thigh, there was no hesitation in her approach.

Tyler had no time to dwell on the intimacy as each movement pushed him harder. The simple stretches were pushing his endurance to the limits. Her voice was calm and focused, but she pushed him hard.

"Focus on your breathing, Tyler. Your body moves along with your breathing. Let the tension go."

Elena's expertise surprised Tyler. She knew the body's mechanics better than most coaches he'd met. The first session was all about getting the movements right. Tyler was sweating buckets by the end of an hour. He had never imagined a yoga session to drain him worse than a full sparring match.

"It's only the first day, Tyler. You will get better with practice." Elena assured him.

They wrapped up the grueling session, and she let Tyler leave for the day.

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Elena slipped out of the small training room. Her mind replaying Tyler's awkward lunges and the spark of potential she'd seen in him. The gymnasium was quiet now. She found Caleb waiting for her near the hallway. His jaw was tight as he stood leaning against the wall.

"You're still here," she said casually. She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she studied his expression.

Caleb looked at her with his furrowed brow. "Saw Tyler leave. Looked like he'd been through hell. What's this yoga nonsense you're pulling, El?"

Elena raised an eyebrow. She walked up to him with her arms crossed. "Nonsense? It's flexibility training, Cal. His unorthodox moves need range. You know that."

He grunted. "I don't like it. You're messing with my program. Tyler needs structure, not... whatever you're doing in there." His voice carried an edge of jealousy.

Elena stepped closer to him. Her lips curled into a teasing smile. "Oh, come on, Coach. You said 'whatever it takes,' didn't you?"

Her green eyes glinted with mischief. "What did you think? That I was seducing him in there? Whispering sweet nothings while pushing him through a hip opener?"

Caleb's face tightened. His silence spoke louder than any retort he could come up with. His eyes darted away to avoid her piercing gaze. He recalled his desperate plea for her the night before. His reckless permission to light a fire under Tyler.

She softened her tone but continued to tease him. "Relax, Cal. I'm just helping him move better. Unless..." She paused. Her smile sharpened as she let the words hang.

"Unless you meant it when you said to use everything I've got. You want me batting my eyes at him? Maybe wear something tighter to get him focused?" Her voice was playful, but the challenge was clear. She was probing for how far he'd let this go.

Caleb's jaw moved, but he did not speak. His frustration was visible, but he was not backing down from his words. "Just get him to follow my regime, El. That's all I'm asking." He finally muttered.

Elena stepped back with a reassuring smile. "All in due time, Cal. He's got potential, but he's not there yet. Let me handle this my way." She turned toward the locker room. "I'm hitting the shower. You should cool off too."

She was not done teasing, though. Her hips carried an extra sway as she walked slowly. A small smile played on her lips as she heard Caleb's grunt behind her. His footsteps soon followed her towards the shower.

Caleb watched as Elena walked to the communal shower. She entered the open hall and stripped out of her clothes slowly. She did not look back but could feel his eyes soaking in her naked body.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she moved the central shower. Elena stepped under the warm spray of the shower. The water ran down her smooth skin to wash away her sweat. She heard Caleb stripping out of his clothes. Then his footsteps sounded behind her.

Her heart raced with anticipation. It made her core ache with desire. She leaned forward against the cold tile wall and arched her back slightly. Caleb's naked body pressed against her. His hands caressed her hips. He took his time to explore her toned abs and grope her heavy breasts. She let out a soft moan at his familiar touch.

Caleb's hand settled on her hips. He pushed forward and rubbed his erection against her wet folds. Elena stifled another moan. She leaned back against him to allow him to enter her. He pressed forward and entered her smoldering heat. A loud groan escaped his lips as he started moving his hips.

"You know," she purred softly. "Tyler has a lot of potential. He could be really good with the right coaching." She let her hands roam over her body.

Caleb growled low in his throat. "Don't, Elena. Don't talk about him when I'm trying to be with you." His voice was rough with desire and jealousy.

But Elena wanted to do just that. She wanted to know the depth of his feelings. Did he even understand what he was asking for? The memory of Tyler's hungry gaze from their yoga session was still fresh in her mind. She could feel his eyes roaming over her. She wondered if he imagined what lay beneath her tight leggings and sports bra. It had taken all her willpower to keep the session professional.

She let those suppressed fantasies free in front of Caleb. She closed her eyes and let herself imagine Tyler behind her instead of Caleb. His strong young hands gripping her hips as he pressed against her from behind. She shivered at the thought.

Caleb could feel her dwelling on her fantasies. She was in her own world. The practiced intimacy was missing in the act. The realization hurt bad.

"Elena," Caleb called sharply. "You're killing me here." His voice was strained. His desire, laced with the pain, was evident in every word.

She opened her eyes and turned over her shoulder. Her eyes met his gaze. A slow smile played on her lips. "Oh? I thought you wanted me to do whatever it takes to inspire him."

He grunted, but his hips started to move faster. Elena was not done yet. She wanted to make him feel the pain of what he was asking. She clung to the fantasy of Tyler as Caleb drove into her from behind. She imagined it was the younger man's cock stretching her open instead. The thought made her moan louder even as guilt twisted in her gut.

Caleb thrust harder. "That's it, El," he grunted. "Come for me."

Elena bit her lip to hold back another moan. Caleb's hips pounded into her relentlessly... She came with a shuddering cry, her inner muscles squeezed tight around his cock. Caleb followed shortly and filled her pussy with his cum.

Caleb had felt her disconnect again. He had still pushed on to chase his release. He was struggling with his own feelings of possessiveness and desire. The Golden Grappler was like a siren's call. He could not turn back anymore.

Elena knew something had shifted between them. She slipped off of Caleb with urgency. Her legs were shaky, but there was no usual afterglow of satisfying intimacy. She moved away from Caleb and started drying herself.

Caleb watched her urgent steps as she wanted to get away from him. He wanted to say something, but words stuck in his throat. He turned and walked out of the shower without a word.

A silent tear ran down Elena's cheek. He had chipped away her respect for him. Her intimacy with Caleb would never be the same again.

~~~~~

Chapter 5: The Spark

The small training room became Tyler's sanctuary over the next five days. Tyler slipped into the softly lit room each evening after Caleb's session. Elena's calm presence drew him in. He struggled to keep his focus on the training.

Tyler still struggled to match Elena's fluid movements. It was impossible to replicate her proficiency in such a short time, but the gains were undeniable. His posture had softened. He felt like his body was finally catching up to his instincts. Each painful stretch until his limbs trembled felt worth it. He could sense the potential Elena saw in him. He felt the freedom in his movements he'd never experienced before.

Elena introduced a new sequence on the third day. Her voice was steady as she knelt on her mat. "Let's work on your transitions. Your unorthodox moves rely on flow, not force." She demonstrated a fluid twist. Her body arched up gracefully. "See how the hips open here? It's like slipping out of a hold. The motion has to be smooth, not stiff."

Tyler tried his best to mimic her. His muscles stretched in ways that felt both alien and exhilarating. His balance wobbled, but it was a leap beyond what he could've done a week ago. Elena's approach was nothing like Caleb's playbook. She tailored each stretch to his strengths. She encouraged him to lean into his creativity. "You're not fighting the mat, Tyler. You're dancing with it." She eased his learning.

Her hands guided him gently. Helped him adjust his posture when needed. A nudge to his shoulder or a press against his lower back, her touch was professional. Yet each contact sent a jolt through him. He struggled to focus on the stretch rather than her proximity. He cursed himself for the heat rising in his chest. His eyes lingered on her curves when she demonstrated a pose. She's your coach's wife, he reminded himself. That thought only sharpened the forbidden pull.

Tyler's body flowed more naturally by the fifth day. He executed a hip opener with less strain. Elena clapped for him. "That's it, Tyler. You're starting to move like you mean it." She paused, rolling up her mat. "You've got something special. Don't let Caleb's drills box you in. Use this to find your own style."

Tyler wiped sweat from his brow. Her words had stirred something deep inside him. "Why are you helping me?" he asked.

Elena paused, her mat half-rolled. She saw the walls he'd built around him. Her heart ached at the distrust in his eyes. It was the same loneliness she'd glimpsed after his loss to Jake. She stepped closer. "Because I see you, Tyler. Not just the kid Caleb's trying to mold, but you. I like the way you think. You're different. I want you to believe that."

Her words hit like a punch. No one had ever spoken to him like that. Not his parents, not his so-called friends, not even Caleb. The sincerity in her eyes cracked something inside him. He nodded in silence.

Elena watched his expression shift. She'd breached his defenses. The realization sent a shiver of anxiety through her. This connection was real, too real. Caleb's plea to "do whatever it takes" echoed in her mind. She'd chosen yoga to help Tyler without crossing lines. Yet the spark in his eyes felt dangerous.

They wrapped up their session, and Tyler left the training room. His steps felt lighter than they'd ever been.

Elena lingered back. Her thoughts were running wild. She'd tried to keep things professional, but things had escalated beyond her expectations. Tyler was too lonely. He was bound to lean on her for support. This bond was far deeper than her mentorship. It stirred a need to protect him inside her. Mixed with her own spark of attraction to him, that was a dangerous combination. She had seen his potential, and now she wanted to guide him by her own will.

Caleb's obsession with the Golden Grappler had pushed her here. But what if he saw this connection? What if he misunderstood? Or worse, what if he didn't? Something had fractured between them since their shower encounter. These sessions with Tyler were widening the crack.

Elena pushed Tyler harder on their fifth session. "Let's try a balance pose," she said while demonstrating a warrior III. Her body was steady as she extended one leg back with arms forward. "It's about control and trust in your own strength. You've got both, Tyler. Show me."

Tyler tried his best. His body wobbled as he fought to hold the pose. Elena stepped closer to help him. "Breathe through it," she said. Her fingers pressed lightly against his abdomen. "Your center's here." Tyler's muscles tensed under her touch. He exhaled sharply. His cheeks flushed as he met her gaze.

Elena felt her own pulse quicken. She moved back quickly. Professional, she reminded herself.

"Good," she said after a while. "You're getting it. Just need a little more practice."

"You're better than most coaches I've seen. Why'd you stop teaching yoga?" He asked with genuine curiosity.

Elena was caught off guard. She hadn't expected him to ask about her past. "I didn't stop. Not really," she said while avoiding his gaze. "Life just... shifted. Caleb needed me, and I chose to be there for him." She paused. "But I miss it. Helping you reminds me why I loved it."

Tyler nodded. "Well, I'm glad you're here. For... this, I mean." His words were clumsy but sincere.

She smiled at him with a warmth and unease. "Go get some rest, Tyler. You're doing great." She watched his silhouette disappear into the darkened gym. Her heart was heavy with the growing connection she couldn't ignore.

As Elena locked the training room, she glanced toward Caleb's office. The light was off, but his presence loomed in her mind. She'd told him she was helping Tyler her way. But the spark she felt with Tyler wasn't part of the plan. She was risking too much for a dream that wasn't even hers.

~~~~~

Chapter 6: The Edge

The gymnasium hummed with raw energy for the next match. The game had attracted a larger crowd than the last one. Tyler stepped on the mat to meet his opponent. Elena's relentless sessions had helped with his flexibility immensely. He was eager to test his results on the mat. His opponent, Derek Walsh, met him with a warm handshake.

"Heard you got fancy moves, Reed," Derek asked. "Let's see if they are worth it against the proper technique." His tone held a friendly challenge.

Tyler nodded at him. "Bring it on, Walsh."

Caleb watched the action from the sidelines. The kid moved differently today. Tyler's posture was relaxed, eyes sharp. His movements were fluid and coordinated. Caleb's gaze flicked to the bleachers to find Elena. She was leaning forward, and her gaze was locked on Tyler. Her tank top and yoga pants drew eyes as usual. Normally Elena loved the attention, but she ignored it all today. Her intensity sent a prickle of unease down Caleb's spine. He forced his focus back to the match.

The referee's whistle announced the start of the match. Derek moved first. He yanked Tyler off-balance with a precise arm drag before he could react. The crowd gasped. Tyler's instincts kicked in, and he used the momentum to twist free. Tyler was surprised by his own newfound flexibility.

"Flow, Tyler! You've got this!" Elena cheered from the crowd.

Her words hit like a spark to Tyler. He caught her nod from the bleachers. A subtle smile played on his lips as her belief warmed his heart. He wanted to perform better today, for her.

But the new opponent brought new challenges. True to his words, Derek stuck to his basics. It was hard to find the opening in his defense. Where Jake had relied on brute force in the last match, Derek used textbook moves. Derek's surgical sprawl smothered Tyler's unorthodox spin. A single-leg takedown scored him two points against Tyler. The scoreboard blinked: 4-2.

Caleb's shout rang out from the sidelines. "Hips down, Reed! Stop dancing and wrestle!"

Tyler ignored Caleb's advise as usual. He was cocky but not dumb. He had caught on Derek's flaws in their last exchange. While Derek had shown pride in his basics, he was not perfect. Derek simply had more years of practice under his belt. Tyler had a simple plan now. He was going to use aggression to expose Derek's weakness.

Caleb expected Tyler to ignore his advice. What surprised him was Tyler's aggression in the second round. He had thought his training had tamed Tyler but that was not the case. This was the same Tyler he had met more than a year ago, fierce and unruly.

Tyler faked a high shot to bait Derek into a sprawl. Derek lunged, and Tyler hooked an ankle to his legs with an agile low dive. The crowd roared as he flipped Derek onto his back. The score was tied at 4-4 now.

Caleb's eyes narrowed as he caught Tyler's gaze towards Elena. The kid was fighting for her approval, not his. The realization twisted Caleb's gut but also lit a fire in his heart. This is what he had asked Elena to do. His reckless plan was working but not the way he had expected. He had not accounted for Tyler's suppressed anger and aggression to flair again.

The next few minutes were a blur of action. Tyler dominated the game and put Derek on defensive. Derek used his experience well and did not concede the points easily.

Derek showed his resolve in the final minute of the match. He managed to lock Tyler in a vice. Tyler's flexibility saved him from getting pinned down. With final few seconds on clock, Derek gave another desperate try. He lunged for a double-leg takedown and overcommitted himself.

Tyler took his chance. He spun low and hooked on Derek's leg in a wild roll. The move was equally desperate and risky, but he executed it with precision. The mat shuddered as he pinned Derek's shoulders. Derek tried to wiggle free, but he held on with every ounce of his strength.

The buzzer sounded and the scoreboard flashed: 8-6. Tyler had scored his win. He staggered to his feet while looking at Elena. The crowd cheers, and Caleb's hoots of laughter did not register to him. His focus was on Elena's bouncing ponytail as she clapped for him.

Tyler closed his eyes for a moment to absorb the learnings from the match. The roar of the crowd faded as he replayed every move.

Tyler's unrestrained aggression had surprised Elena. She was proud of his efforts and the way he had used her training in the match. She wanted Tyler to win but knowing he was playing for her stirred something deep in her heart.

The crowd started to disperse after the end of the last match. The teams started to gather together. Elena rushed towards Tyler. She greeted him with an impulsive hug.

"I knew you had it, Tyler!" she said with pride. Her eyes met with Caleb and she noticed the dark look in his eyes. She deliberately held on to Tyler a little longer while looking at Caleb.

Tyler froze at her affection. Her warmth seared through his singlet. For the first time, victory felt like more than a game to him.

Caleb's voice cracked like a whip to break them away. "Reed! Huddle, now!" His tone was sharper than usual.

Tyler stepped back from Elena with a nod. He then jogged over as the team gathered. Mark clapped his shoulder. "That spin was nuts, Ty." Tyler nodded at Mark.

As they were waiting for Caleb, Ken walked up to him. "So you getting a special treatment now?" he whispered to Tyler while looking at Elena.

Tyler's head snapped toward Ken. "Say that again," he growled. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Ken's bravado crumbled under Tyler's glare. The team was silent as they watched Tyler eying down Ken.

Caleb stepped in. He placed his hand on Tyler's shoulder. "Easy, Reed. Save it for the mat."

Tyler did not back down and shook him off. Ken got the message and stepped away from Tyler. The team exchanged uneasy glances as they watch the scene unfold.

Caleb did not like this at all. Tyler had refused to acknowledge his authority again. This was the first sign of the conflict in his team. He zeroed in on Tyler. "You got lucky, kid. That spin worked, but the tricks won't help you every time. All that aggression's gonna burn you out if you don't get the basics down. You hear me?"

Tyler's jaw clenched. "Your methods are too slow, coach. Derek had years of practice on me. I will happily follow your advice if you help me bridge this gap."

Caleb blinked. No one had ever been so blunt with him. This was also the first time when someone had made such a reckless demand. Elena's involvement had triggered a raw hunger in Tyler. Caleb did not like this version of Tyler, but he was willing to compromise as long as Tyler focused on the game.

"You asked for it, kid. I will put you through hell. Give me everything you got and then some more and I will make you the best player ever." He replied with the passion he had not felt since his accident.

Tyler nodded at him in a silent acknowledgment. This was it. This was the moment Caleb had been waiting for. Everything was good as long as Tyler followed the path of his choosing.

Elena had been watching this exchange from the sidelines. Her lips curled into a knowing smile. Tyler's bad-boy edge was back, and she liked it. He wasn't just going through the motions anymore. He had his skin in the game now. He was in it, personal and fierce. She wondered how far she was willing to take it. Or rather how much Caleb was willing to lose for his obsession.

Elena waited till the end of team huddle. She then sauntered to Caleb with determination. Her lips curled into a teasing smile. "Not bad, right, Coach? Your boy's got fire now. Maybe more than you bargained for." Her words were playful but full of provocation.

Caleb forced a grin. "Keep it up, El. He's close."

Elena's smile faded for a split second. Her eyes searched Caleb's before she spoke. "Don't wait for me. I have to give Tyler another session." Her voice was low as she turned away in reluctance.

Caleb's jaw clenched, but he did not stop her. He just realized that controlling this fire was going to be harder than he thought.

~~~~~

Chapter 7: The Desire

The chaos of the day was long over, and the gymnasium lay silent. Tyler had lingered around while everyone left. Elena had promised him another session today, and he was waiting for her. His heart was still racing from the victory over Derek. It wasn't the win that set his blood on fire; it was Elena's hug. The pride in her eyes meant more to him than the cheers of the crowd.

Elena met him near the water station. She carried no yoga mats with her. She looked subdued as she approached him.

"No stretches today?" he asked playfully.

Elena did not miss the edge of anticipation in his voice. She chuckled at the thought of what might be going through his head. She shook her head. "Not tonight, Tyler. I want to talk about your match. That spin you pulled on Derek was amazing. You moved like you were born to wrestle."

He grinned at her, his pride swelling at her words. "Felt good out there. Your training's unlocking something, Elena. I could feel my body moving faster, smoother. Like I could take on anyone."

Elena leaned against the wall. Her gaze locked on his. "It's not just the training, Tyler. It's you. Your ability to read the opponent and take the risk is uncanny. You love the game more than the win, don't you?"

He moved closer and stood beside her. No one had ever asked him that with such genuine curiosity before. "Yeah, I do. It's... it's like the world shuts up for a minute. Just me, the mat, and the other guy. Every move's a challenge. Every counter's a chance to outsmart them. It's the only place I feel... alive."

Her gaze softened with admiration. "That's beautiful, Tyler. You're not chasing medals or crowds. You're in it for the soul of it. That's rare."

Tyler stayed silent. She was reading him like an open book. There was nothing he could hide from her. A variety of emotions played across his face, but no words came out.

She turned towards him. Her fingers brushed his arm gently. "Tyler..." Her voice was a whisper. "What are you thinking right now? Tell me the truth."

His heart pounded hard. Her touch sent a jolt of current through his body. Her close proximity and the scent of Jasmine overwhelmed him. He didn't hesitate. "I have been lusting after you since the first time we met. You are hot, and the way you carry yourself drives me crazy. You had my admiration until last week. Now, you have my respect as my mentor. But more than that, you're my friend, Elena. You believe in me, and that... that means a lot."

Her eyes widened in surprise. His blunt, honest, and mature response surprised her. Her hand lingered on his arm. "Tyler..." she murmured. For the first time, she was at a loss for words in the company of a male.

He was not done yet, though. "Why are you doing this, Elena? What's in it for you?" He asked the same question again.

Elena froze for a moment. She crossed her arms and took a moment to calm down. It was her turn to open up. "I wanted to help Caleb when he was playing for Golden grappler. I wanted him to teach the same things I am doing for you. But he was never open to accepting my help. I don't blame him, though. He believed in his approach. In his own words, he wanted to maintain the purity of his training." There was a tinge of wistful ache in her voice.

"Then I saw you, Tyler. Caleb and you may not agree on the same methods, but you both love the game with equal passion. But unlike him, you are open to experiment. You have the hunger to explore. That's what got me interested. I want to teach you what I couldn't teach him. I want you to soar."

Tyler looked at her in wonder. He chuckled to break the tense moment. "You mean Caleb never tried yoga with you? Not even a warrior pose?"

She laughed along with him. "Not at all. Just physio for that damn knee after his accident. He used to grit his teeth and curse the whole time. Still too stubborn to let me push him further."

Their laughter mingled and then faded into silence. They both struggled to find the topic after reference to Caleb's accident. Their eyes locked in the silence. They were standing very close. Elena's lips parted, but she did not speak. She was looking into Tyler's eyes, searching for something.

Tyler felt the blood rushing to his cheeks. His pulse hammered hard as he felt the heat rising. But he was in turn waiting for her. It took all his willpower to stop and not to lean in for a kiss.

Elena paused for a moment and stepped back from him. Her hand brushed away the unruly strand of hair behind her ears. "We should get going now. I want you fresh and ready for Caleb's training session tomorrow. He is going to put you through hell, you know."

He chuckled. "What can I say? I asked for it."

She smiled, "That you did. Quiet rudely so, but I like you taking things on your own terms."

Tyler had a coy smile on his face. "You liked me being rude to Caleb?"

Elena shook her head with a smile. "Goodnight, Tyler. I will see you or what's left of you after Caleb's session."

"Goodnight, Elena," he replied.

She turned and walked away from him. She could feel the pull of her growing bond with Tyler. He was so much like young Caleb and yet so different. She was going to have a hard time keeping her heart in check.

Tyler stayed frozen in his place. He had felt it the moment earlier. He was not sure where this was heading, but he was willing to wait for her. Thoughts of Caleb did not bother him. Caleb had helped him but for his own reasons. There was no love lost between them. He wondered if Elena was willing. That was the only question that mattered to him.

~~~~~

Caleb was waiting for Elena as she slipped into the bedroom. He sat on the bed with his hands clasped and his eyes distant. The moment was tense with unspoken anticipation.

Elena shed her jacket and joined him on the bed. The tense moment with Tyler had raised a lot of questions in her mind. She wanted to probe for Caleb's motives further. She wanted to know how far he was willing to go.

She started in a clear and firm voice. "Tyler's ready, Cal. I have done my part. He is willing to follow your training now. He's got the fire."

Caleb's head snapped up. He had not expected this. His response was urgent and unyielding. "Not yet, El. He's close, but he's not there. You've got to keep pushing him. The Golden Grappler's in reach. You can't stop now."

Her heart sank at his response. She stood up with her green eyes blazing. "The Golden Grappler? Caleb, are you hearing yourself? You're asking me to... to use myself to drive him. Do you care about that trophy more than me?"

His eyes flickered to the floor and then back to her. His response was cold and resolute. "You're mine, El. You know that. The trophy's my dream. It's all I've got left of who I was."

Her mind wandered to the memories of their youthful time. "I'll marry you if you win the Golden Grappler." It was a playful bet, nothing more. She'd married him anyway. Her love for him was deeper than any trophy. She had even given up on her modeling career for him. But now, his words cut like a knife. Did he love that dream more than her? Was she just a tool to chase a ghost?

Her voice trembled with a mix of anger and fear. "You told me to do whatever it takes, Cal. You're using me as bait. How far do you want me to go for your dream?"

Caleb's face tightened. His eyes flashed with guilt, but he pushed it down. "It's not like that, El. It's different. Don't you see my younger self in Tyler? He is better than I was at his age. I just can't tolerate him wasting away all that potential. He has to do it for me. He has to win. Don't you get that?"

Her heart pounded hard. His resolute face broke the chains that held her old self back. She was scared of herself now. She was scared of the part of her that craved the fire she saw in Tyler. She wanted Caleb to see reason and choose her again. But his silence screamed louder than words.

The wild and untamed Elena stirred dangerously in the depth of her mind. A sadistic glint flashed across her face. "So, you want me to make him a champ?" She asked.

The word champ held a deep significance for them. Elena used to call him champ lovingly. She had not used it since his accident. Caleb knew she did that to shield his ego. He wouldn't have liked being called a champ, but he did miss that. Now, after so many years, she had used it for Tyler.

The word hit like a venom-tipped arrow. His face morphed in pain as he looked at her with accusing eyes. She did not back down. She still had that defiant smile on her face as she waited for his answer.

The realization came slowly to Caleb. He had asked for it. His nostrils flared as blood rushed to his head. His worst fears had come true. She was mocking him now. He felt a sharp pain in his right knee. His hand lingered on the scar around his shattered kneecap. His rage turned impotent in a flash. The painful memory of his loss took over whatever little sanity was left in his mind.

"Yes, dammit. Yes. I want him to be a champion. I want him to live the dream I could never have. There, I said it. Are you happy now? Does that make it clear to you what I want?" He shouted at her.

Elena felt her heart freeze. Tears pricked her eyes. She had wondered if Caleb understood the cost. There was no doubt now. Caleb was willing to do anything, including using her as a sacrifice.

"Fine, Cal. I'll do whatever it takes. For you. For Tyler. But I am not responsible for how it ends. And don't you dare forget that you asked for it." She said with defiance.

Her tears broke through Caleb's anger, but he said nothing. His silence stood like a wall between them. Elena turned and walked out of the bedroom. The Golden Grappler was his dream, but it was her heart on the line.

~~~~~

Chapter 8: The Grind

The gymnasium buzzed with a different kind of energy at dawn. The morning air was crisp and refreshing. Caleb stood at the center of the mat with his arms crossed. His eyes burned with a fire Tyler hadn't seen before.

Tyler stepped onto the mat. This was a private session. He knew Elena was around, but he couldn't see her. Caleb had promised to put him through hell to bridge the gap of experience. Tyler wanted to see what he had in store for him.

"Basics, Reed," Caleb barked. "You think your fancy spins make you a wrestler? I will show you what wrestling is all about. We're drilling fundamentals until they're burned into your bones."

Tyler nodded. Caleb's intensity didn't scare him. He wanted to prove he could take it. Elena's belief in him had lit a spark in his heart. He wanted to win for her.

Caleb wasted no time. He started with stance drills. He forced Tyler to hold a low, balanced posture for minutes at a time. "Lower!" Caleb snapped while circling like a hawk. "You're wide open for a takedown."

Tyler gritted his teeth and held his position. His thighs started screaming in pain. His sweat drops covered the mat, his muscles quivered, but he refused to break.

Next came sprawls. Endless, grueling sprawls. Caleb mimicked attacks at random. He lunged at Tyler's legs to force him off balance. Then he showed him how to drop his hips and spread his weight to counter.

"Faster, Reed! Derek would've had you pinned by now!" Caleb shouted.

Tyler's lungs burned, but he pushed through. His body was learning the rhythm through sheer repetition. Caleb's dedication was unrelenting. He adjusted Tyler's form with precise, almost obsessive corrections. Each correction was emphasized with a sharp slap. Each sting burned in Tyler's mind but he did not protest. While Caleb enjoyed this method, the fire in Tyler's eyes burned brighter. The sharp crack of flesh on flesh continued to ring as Tyler surrendered to his teaching.

Caleb called for a break when he noticed Tyler's legs started to wobble. Tyler collapsed onto the mat with ragged breath. His body was half-dead, but his mind was sharp. The insights he had gained were immense. While he digested the correct forms, his mind was working on his own twists he could add. He was not only looking for his own advantages; he was thinking about how he could exploit the minor mistakes Caleb pointed out in his upcoming match.

"Get up," Caleb called firmly. "We're not done. Double-leg takedowns next. You're going to execute them like you've been doing this for a decade."

Tyler hauled himself to his feet. He ignored the pain and focused on matching Caleb's intensity. He had never seen Caleb so passionate before.

Caleb continued to drill him through takedowns, counters, and escapes. He focused on precision for each move. Tyler's body protested, but his will hold firm. Elena's proud smile kept flashing through his mind to fuel him on.

Tyler was a wreck by the end of three hours. He was soaked in sweat, his muscles trembling, and his vision blurry. He staggered to the bench and barely managed to sit upright.

Caleb clapped his shoulder. "Good work, Reed. You're starting to look like a wrestler."

Tyler managed a weak grin. "Told you I could handle it."

Caleb's lips twitched. "We'll see about that." He then left him alone.

Tyler watched Caleb's departing figure. His gaze dropped to his wrist, where Caleb had slapped him. Then he felt the sting on every part of his body where Caleb had struck. 'Seventy four,' he mumbled. He had been counting.

~~~~~

Unable to move anymore, Tyler fell asleep sitting up. Elena woke him up with a splash of water. She was dressed in a sports bra and leggings. She was here to push him further. The fire in her gaze told him she'd show no mercy.

"Ready for round two?" she asked with a challenge.

Tyler groaned. "You're kidding, right? Caleb already killed me."

Her lips curved into a smile. "Caleb's building your foundation. I'm making you untouchable. Now, get on the mat."

Tyler dragged himself to the yoga mat by sheer willpower. His body was screaming in pain, but his heart raced at her proximity.

Elena's training was a different kind of hell. She started with dynamic stretches. She forced Tyler into deep lunges and twists that made his muscles cry out.

"Focus on your breathing," she commanded. Her hands were firm on his hips as she pushed him deeper into a hip opener. Her touch was confident, bordering on intimate. The more Tyler struggled, the more forceful she got. She didn't care if her breasts brushed his arms or if her thighs pressed against him. She used her body to support him when his muscles buckled to hold the posture.

Tyler soon caught on to Elena's intentions. She was helping his muscles to stretch and heal after Caleb's brutal session. She moved him through balance drills. The poses tested his core strength and coordination to the limits.

"Your spins need flow," she said while demonstrating a fluid twist.

Tyler struggled but managed to complete the move with her help. The cracking sound from his backbone was followed by a sensation of immediate release. Those stretches were helping him remove the stiffness from his body.

Tyler's muscles felt like melted wax by the end of the session. He could barely feel his arms and legs.

Elena knelt beside him and wiped his sweat. "You're stronger than you know, Tyler. Keep this up, and no one will touch you."

He looked up at her. "No kidding, my body is like a jelly puddle right now."

She chuckled. "Yet, you still have your wits together."

Tyler closed his eyes to catch his breath.

Elena caught a glimpse of Caleb in the doorway. His eyes were fixed on them. Her gaze met Caleb's for a split second. She acknowledged him with a slight tilt of her head before looking at Tyler. She didn't care that Caleb was spying.

"Come on," she pulled Tyler up. "I'm driving you home. You're in no shape to walk."

Tyler managed a weak laugh as he staggered back to his feet. "You're going to have to carry me."

She smirked, "Don't tempt me."

The drive to Tyler's house was silent. Tyler dozed off, only to wake up as they reached his home. Elena helped him unlock the door.

He stopped at the door while looking at her. Then he leaned in towards her without a word. Elena met him halfway. Their lips collided in a soft, urgent kiss. It was an acknowledgment of the simmering tension between them. The kiss was brief and they pulled apart shortly. They stayed silent for a while before both smiled at each other.

Tyler's mind reeled. He had a dreamy look on his face. "Thanks, Elena," he murmured.

"Get some rest," she said softly and stepped away from him.

She drove off. Tyler's kiss burned over her lips as she tried to untangle Caleb's shadow from her mind.

~~~~~

The grueling routine continued for the next four days. Caleb's dedication never wavered. He pushed Tyler through paces while adjusting his stance, correcting his grip, and pushing him through endless repetitions. His voice was a constant drumbeat of "Faster! Stronger! Precise!" Tyler's body screamed but he managed to persist.

Elena's sessions were no less brutal, but they were pleasant as well. The sexual undertone was ever-present as Tyler felt her body molded against him. While her training attitude was still professional, her touch had crossed the boundaries from day one. Whether tangling her legs with his for balance or allowing him to lean over her body to complete the difficult stretch, she did not hesitate to offer support.

Caleb continued to watch their sessions from the shadows. Elena never bothered to acknowledge his presence after the first day. Her focus was Tyler. Her mission was to make him untouchable. Caleb's silent accusation in his gaze while she helped Tyler had no effect on her.

Elena drove Tyler home each night. They hardly spoke anything on the way. Each night they shared a soft, urgent kiss. The kisses were brief, but each one carried the weight of their growing connection.

On the fifth day, Tyler collapsed on the mat at the end of Caleb's session. He was truly drained for today.

Caleb approached him with a smile of satisfaction. "Take tomorrow off, Reed. Rest up. I need you sharp for your next match."

Tyler nodded. He was too exhausted to respond verbally.

Caleb's eyes flicked to Elena. Their gazes locked in silence. He then walked away from the room.

When Elena approached Tyler, he gave her a weary smile. "I am truly spent today." He mustered.

She knelt down beside him and helped him wipe his sweat. "I know. Let's get you home," she said softly.

She helped Tyler get up. He leaned over her shoulder as they walked to her car. Elena noticed Caleb's shadow in the rearview mirror as they pulled out of the parking lot.

Caleb had made his choice. Now it was time for her to make her own.

~~~~~

Chapter 9: Unleashed

The sun burned hot as Elena parked in Tyler's driveway. Her car's engine went quiet. Tyler was slumped in the passenger seat. He was out cold from exhaustion.

"Wake up, handsome," Elena teased. "Time to get you inside."

Tyler stirred with a sleepy grin. "You'll have to carry me. My legs are toast."

She smirked, stepping out of the car. She opened his door, leaning in close. "Come on, champ. I've got you." The casual use of the word "champ" hit her like a spark. She recalled Caleb's dream and "whatever it takes" plan. She had found the answer to her dilemma.

Tyler grabbed her arm for support. He leaned heavily against her as they shuffled to the house. The luxurious house was empty as usual. Elena steadied him while he fumbled with the key. She pushed the door open to step into the silent living room.

"You're a wreck," Elena said. Her green eyes scanned him from head to toe. "You need more than a shower. Let's clean you up."

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "You're joking, right?"

She kept her eyes steady. "Not even a little. You're barely standing, Tyler. I'm not letting you collapse." Her playful smirk softened the edge.

He was too drained to resist. She helped him walk towards a huge bathroom. It was all sleek marble and fancy faucets. Elena turned on the shower to hot. The steam started to fill the room with warmth.

Tyler leaned against the sink for support. His broad shoulders were sagging. His body was spent but his eyes were locked on hers. The air buzzed with electric tension.

"Strip," she commanded. Her voice matched the steamy room. "I can step out if you want."

His desire shimmered at her words. "I'm good," he croaked.

He tugged off his singlet. His shorts hit the floor next. Every move made his muscles ache, but her eyes on him dulled the pain.

Elena didn't flinch at his nakedness. Her gaze was bold and unashamed. She guided him under the hot spray and stepped behind him fully clothed. Her hands grabbed a soapy sponge to wash him.

Warm water felt good against his tired body. He sighed in delight as Elena helped him wash up. Her hands moved with purpose. She scrubbed the sweat and dirt from his skin and helped him ease his stiff muscles.

Tyler sighed as she scrubbed his chest and tight abs. Her fingers brushed lower to graze his cock and balls. His cock hardened at her touch but she didn't linger. Her hands moved towards his legs.

"Tease," he whimpered in protest.

She looked him in the eye and reached for his cock again. Her fingers gripped his length hard and she gave a deliberate tug. "All in due time," she promised.

Tyler exhaled sharply. The mix of clinical care and raw sensuality set his nerves on fire. Her hands were everywhere, her breath close enough to feel. She rinsed him clean while steering his need.

Elena helped him out of the shower and dried him. She stopped him when he tried to wrap a towel around his waist.

"I'm not done with you," she said slowly. "Your room. Now."

He led the way without question. His bedroom was sparse. A bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. She was about to comment when the walls stopped her short. They were plastered with photos from her modeling days. Each one bold and sensual, carefully chosen to scream desire. The snapshots of her beauty frozen in time. Her breath caught in surprise. An amused look flickered across her face.

"Obsessed much?" she teased him with a wicked grin. "How long have you been collecting these?"

Tyler's cheeks flushed. "Since I first saw you at the gym," he admitted. "Couldn't help it."

Her laughter was warm. "You're too honest for your own good." She closed the distance and pulled him into a hug. Her lips crashed into his with a sudden hunger. The kiss was fierce. His body screamed for rest but his desire burned hotter. The kiss broke too soon and left him dizzy.

She guided him to the bed. "Face down," she commanded. His naked body sank on the bed. He surrendered to her completely.

Elena knelt beside him. She poured some massage oil into her hands. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus filled the room. Her fingers dug into his shoulders first. She started kneading hard. The pressure hurt but it melted his tension. Tyler groaned in both pain and relief.

Her touch was intimate and deliberate. She worked down his spine to ease the ache from hours of training. She worked lower slowly till she reached his lower back. "Your glutes must be screaming," she teased.

His cock twitched in anticipation. "Do it," he said roughly.

She didn't hesitate and poured some oil directly onto his skin. Her hands kneaded his glutes in a firm rhythm. Her thumbs pressed along the creases of his thighs.

His cock was fully hard now. Her fingers grazed his balls on purpose. His body burned with desire.

"Easy, champ," she whispered with mischief. "Just relax."

Her touch was anything but relaxing. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was in control and loved it.

Elena finished his glutes and her hands moved back to his shoulders. "Turn over," she commanded again.

Tyler's pulse raced. No hiding his arousal now. He rolled over with hesitation.

Elena's eyes gleamed with amusement. "No need to hide," she purred. "You're making quite the show."

His cock stood tall under her gaze.

She poured more oil over his chest. Her thumbs flicked his nipples on purpose. He stifled a moan. She worked lower towards his abs. Her fingers danced along his sides to tickle him lightly. He squirmed and groaned with laughter.

She smirked, looking at his cock. "Someone's eager," she teased. Her hands moved to his thighs to finish the massage. She was taking her time while ignoring his stiff cock.

"Elena," he gasped. "You're driving me crazy."

She leaned closer to him. Her breath felt hot against his ear. "I know. It's time to reward your hard work."

Her hand wrapped around his cock. She started stroking him slowly. Her other hand cupped his balls firmly.

Tyler's head fell back. A deep moan tore from his throat. Her strokes were relentless. She felt his cock twitch, and she stopped.

Her thumb circled his cock tip. She started to spread the precum over his length. Her fingers brushed against his perineum. His balls tightened in response. The pressure was building fast.

"Elena," he groaned. "I'm close..."

"Let go," she whispered. "Cum for me, Tyler."

Her words pushed him over. His body tensed and hips jerked as he came hard. Thick spurts coated his abs and her hand. Pleasure hit like a tidal wave, leaving him gasping.

Elena didn't stop. She continued stroking him through every pulse. She wanted to milk him dry.

Elena giggled. Her finger reached her lips and she licked it clean. Her eyes were locked on his. "You taste as good as you look."

Tyler's chest heaved. Elena grabbed a fresh towel and started wiping him clean with gentle care. "You'll need another shower," she said. "But you're good for now."

He laughed weakly. "Elena, that was... unreal. I don't even know what to say."

She leaned in close. Her lips brushing his forehead. "Say you'll take a good rest. I want you fresh and ready for your next match." She stood up. Her hips swayed as she headed for the door.

He watched her go. Her silhouette burned into his mind. His eyes fluttered closed even before she reached the door. Exhaustion claimed him and he was fast asleep.

~~~~~

Chapter 10: Fractured Promises

The gymnasium lay silent under the harsh glare of fluorescent lights. Elena's boots clicked sharply against the floor as she entered.

Caleb was waiting for her with his arms crossed. His broad frame was tense. His dark eyes locked onto her.

"Where were you, El?" His voice was edged with accusation. His knuckles had turned white by gripping his own arms.

Elena stopped a few paces away from him. Her green eyes were blazing with defiance. Her lips curved into a sharp smile.

"Oh? I was dropping Tyler home. Did you not see us leave?" She asked smoothly. Each word was a calculated strike. "He was a wreck after your session, Cal. I took him home. Helped him take a shower, naked. Then I worked out his knots. I took my time to relax his every muscle." Her gaze held his. She was daring him to react.

Caleb's face tightened. His breath hitched at the innuendo in her words. "What does that mean?" He snapped. A tremor of dread broke through his anger.

She didn't flinch. Her eyes bored into his. "Exactly what you think," she said. Her tone was venomous. "You told me to push him, didn't you? Whatever it takes, right? I gave him my hands, my focus, and my time. He's loose now, Cal. All primed to be your champion." Her smile twisted.

Caleb's fists clenched. his eyes flashed with rage and pain. Her words painted a vivid picture for him. The darkness in his mind started filling the gaps. Her hands on Tyler, her warmth, the intimacy that was his to claim.

"You're playing a dangerous game, El," he said. His voice was rough. She saw the fear in his eyes for the first time. "This is about the Grappler, not... not whatever you're pulling."

Elena's laugh was sharp. "The Grappler?" she spat. She closed the distance between them. Her anger was rising with her voice. "You think this is still about your damn trophy? You pushed me to him, Cal. You told me to do whatever it takes. Now you're shocked I'm burning for it?" Her chest heaved. Tears pricked her eyes, but her fury held them at bay. "I'm giving him what you wouldn't take. My heart and my fire. And he's soaking it up."

Caleb staggered back. Her words hit him like a physical blow. His knee throbbed. He saw the woman he'd loved. The one who'd bet her heart on his dreams. Now she was wielding that heart against him. "You're mine, El," he said in desperation. His words rang hollow in his own ears.

"Yours?" Elena's voice cracked. Her smile vanished. Her eyes searched for the man she'd married. "I was yours when I quit modeling. When I held you through that knee injury. I was yours when I stood by you while you were chasing ghosts. But you? You see a tool. A bait for your protégé." She jabbed a finger into his chest. Her voice trembled. "You wanted Tyler to burn for the Grappler? He's burning for me now, and I'm not sure I can stop it."

Caleb's hands twitched. He wanted to grab her. He wanted to pull her back from the edge. Her words tore open the truth he'd buried. The cost for his dream was too high. "It's not like that," he said. His voice sounded barely above a whisper. "Tyler's my shot to make it right. He's just like me. Don't you see it?"

A tear ran down her cheek. "Your shot?" she whispered. Her voice cracked with his betrayal. "What about my shot, Cal? What about us?" She stepped back. Her defiance crumbled in grief. "I'm pouring myself into him. It's not just for you anymore. He wants me, Cal. Not a trophy. Not a dream. Me."

Caleb's face twisted in guilt. He reached for her, but she flinched away. "El..." he started. His voice was raw, but the words failed. Her tear-stained face burned brighter. The golden Grappler was still calling him, but he heard her plea.

Elena wiped her cheek. Her fire reignited. "You made this, Cal," she said. Her voice was cold. "You wanted a champion? I'm building one. But don't cry when the fire you started burns us all." Her shoulders squared but trembling. "Tyler's match is in two days. He'll be ready. But you? You're losing more than you know."

Elana's boots scuffed the mat as she turned away. Each step felt like a hammer against his resolve. He couldn't let her go, not like this.

"El, wait," he called. His voice cracked, raw with desperation. He stepped forward. His knee protested faintly, but he pushed on. "Don't... don't talk to Tyler tomorrow. Please. I'll fix this mess after the match. I swear."

Elena paused in her steps. She turned towards him. A flicker of hope cut through her anguish. "Fix it?" she whispered. "Can you even see what's broken?"

He closed the distance, but he was afraid to touch her. "I see it now," he said urgently. "I pushed too far. I know. Just... just wait for the next match. Let Tyler win. I'll talk to him then. I'll make it right. For us."

Her tears spilled freely now. She saw the man she'd loved pleading and vulnerable. He was not the coach consumed by a dream for a trophy. She stepped into his arms. Her body quivered as she hugged him tightly. Her face was buried in his chest. "Promise me, Cal," she sobbed. "Promise you'll talk to him. Don't let this destroy us. And please don't hurt him."

Caleb's arms wrapped around her in a fierce grip. He felt like he was holding their crumbling world together. "I promise, El," he murmured. "I'll talk to him. After the match. I swear."

She clung to him. She wanted to believe him. The gym's silence swallowed their embrace. It was a fragile truce in a war neither could win. However, the third player was yet to make his move.

~~~~~

Elena joined Caleb in his regular team practice the next day. Caleb had asked Tyler to rest for the day for the last qualifier match tomorrow. The gymnasium buzzed with pre-match energy. She glanced at Caleb as he barked orders at the team. For a moment she felt like the time had turned back before they had met Tyler. However, this illusion quickly shattered as her phone vibrated. Tyler's name flashed on the screen.

Her breath caught. She knew Tyler's trust was fragile. He was lonely and had started to lean on her for support. She wanted to answer his call, but she had promised Caleb. She looked at Caleb for support. He met her gaze and understood her gesture. He shook his head in a silent plea.

Elena nodded at him and let the call ring out. Her chest tightened as the screen went dark. Tyler didn't call again. She kept on checking her phone all day. Each glance was a mix of relief and dread. Tyler's silence gave her a bad premonition. Like it was a sign of something shifting beyond her control.

The day ended without any contact from Tyler. Elena lay beside Caleb, but her mind was restless. His arm draped over her in assurance. For a moment everything felt right in the world again.

A soft beep broke the silence. She reached for her phone on the nightstand. Her heart lurched as Tyler's name appeared.

"Tomorrow's match is my last with Caleb. Looking for a new coach."

Her blood ran cold. She sat up. Her fingers trembled as she typed, "No, Tyler, don't do this!"

His reply was swift. "I have 271 reasons."

She frowned. "What's 271?"

Tyler's response chilled her. "Number of slaps Caleb gave me in the last five days."

Elena's breath caught. Her hand flew to her mouth. She turned to Caleb and passed the phone to him. "Read this," she whispered. Her voice was shaking.

Caleb's eyes scanned the screen. His face paled as he scrolled through. He remembered the training. The sharp cracks of his hand on Tyler's skin. Each one was meant to sharpen focus. He had done nothing wrong, but the tally of his actions showed a picture of cruelty. "I never meant it to be like that. I... I never counted," he stammered. His voice was hollow.

"Fix it?" she snapped. Tears welled in her eyes. "You promised, Cal. You said you'd talk to him." She grabbed her phone and dialed Tyler's number. It rang unanswered. Her heart sank with each tone. A new message popped up.

"See you at the match tomorrow. Good night."

Caleb slumped against the headboard. His face crumpled. "El, please," he pleaded. His voice was barely audible. "Talk to him. He can't leave... not now."

Elena's tears spilled over. Her chest tightened with grief. Something died inside her. For the first time, she feared Tyler. She'd glimpsed his anger, but she did not know much about his past. Now that she thought about it, why would someone like Tyler beat four people to multiple fractures? She had no clue about the means he had at his disposal. Her silence had triggered something dark she had not anticipated.

Had she pushed him too far? Mistaking his fire for passion when it was tempered rage all along? She prayed that he still saw her as a friend and not a co-conspirator in Caleb's schemes.

She stared into the darkness and wondered. The fire she'd fanned... would it spare her or burn them all?

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End of Part One

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Author's Note: Well, that's a wrap, everyone! I hope you liked this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Will Elena pull back from the fire she's fanned with Tyler? Or will she let it consume her? Can Caleb reclaim what he's losing? Or will his dream blind him to the cost? And what happens when Tyler becomes the active player in this game?

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