Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2015 22:21:22 GMT -6
I Need A Project.
At this point, I had already been in Arizona for a few days. Along with my small entourage which included mama, Sandi & Mandi, and my hair & makeup artist I flew into Scottsdale early to do some promotional appearances for NEW. This was of course to drum up publicity for Demented, the upcoming pay per view. We couldnt do it in Courtland, the town in which we were actually performing, because there was literally nobody there; It’s a ghost town.
I fully understood the concept of a ghost town. Being a congregant in the church of abandonment issues, I knew it all too well. After every break-up, no matter how bad or good the relationship is, there is a void left that needed to be filled. An emptiness that was palpable. It was like I lived in a world full of nothing and yet I felt as if I were carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Even in this hotel room, where I definitely wasnt alone, it still felt that way. Sure mama was there, droning on and on about God knows what..and yeah I had my hair stylist getting me prepped and glammed up for another appearance...but I still felt like the only person in the room.
As much as I didn’t want to face it, I missed having someone around...even if it was a phony relationship. I needed a distraction; A project. This couldnt have come at a better time though.
Since Roger cleaned out my account, cash had been a little scarce around these parts and...it turns out being a former World Champ doesn’t pay as well as I thought. Now, i’m not saying i’m flat broke...it’s just a little harder to keep up with the extravagant lifestyle that I was used to.
So I decided that there was no time like the present to get back into the game...the dating game, that is. I needed to find a rich guy to help supplement my income. Plus, the fancy dinners and nights out on the town would also be a perk.
The only problem is that by now everybody in NEW that I had come up in the ranks with already knew what I was all about, and after the way I played Roger there wasn’t a guy in town that wanted to deal with me.
I said there in the budoir of our hotel suite in an overstuffed chair getting primped for some more promo I had to do today. Dressed in a pair of pale pink lace french cut panties and a matching lace strapless bra, a white silk minirobe falling below my shoulders, I sighed while flipping through my phone.
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “This is so hard! What happened to all of the eligible bachelors in NEW?”
I whined out loud. Hugo, my stylist was busy doing my hair while my mama sat nearby flipping through the current NEW roster on her tablet. I was busy using my phone to check twitter which had been quite active as of late.
Denise Buchannan: “Well what about the guys in your match? They’re mostly rookies so they wouldn’t know too much about your history and one of them has to be rich. Anyone there you can bleed dry?”
Mama was referring to the participants in my match this week. I would be facing off against 10 other people in a Silver Briefcase Ladder Match. Winner gets a shot at any singles title aside from the World Heavyweight Championship. If I win this match it could mean yet another comeback and I would be able to a) break my 4-time TA title record or b) become the first ever female blackout champion when the new title is introduced to Ignite.
This would also mean a lot to Scarlet too, seeing as how she also holds the record with me for most TA title reigns. I’m sure she’ll be gunning for that briefcase too and it won’t be an easy challenge. Her slutty sister is in town though. Let’s just hope Scarlet will be too preoccupied with that trainwreck of a sibling to actually focus on our match.
See, contrary to popular belief...Scarlet and I actually did have something to prove in this match. I’m coming off of a losing streak since I lost the World Title and needed to remind these new guys why I’m the most controversial and one of the most decorated ATHLETES in this company. Scarlet on the other hand is coming off of a long hiatus, and found herself in the familiar role of having to prove to the world that she was more than just the bosses wife and didn’t get everything handed to her.
We were had to show the Tegan Taylor’s of the world that while they were cute...all bright eyed and bushy tailed...we were still the most dominant females in this business. It’s not about New guard or Old guard, whatever that means. It’s about paying your dues, and these newborns were already writing checks with their mouths that their asses couldn’t cash.
Denise Buchannan: “What about Buck Florida? He’s a big name in this match. I’m sure you’d have something to gain by being seen out with him. At least an endorsement deal?”
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “Mama...Buck Florida? You’re kidding right? I’m after Caviar and you’re trying to feed me Cap’N Crunch. Get with it.”
Denise Buchannan: “The Dream? Nacho?”
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “Crazy and crazier...The last thing I need is another Freakshow stalker incident...or have you forgotten...Mommy Dearest?”
Denise Buchannan: “Ugggh...yes you’re right I forgot about that. Okay well then what about Greg Clark? Avon Deeds? Andre Holmes? Scott Draven?”
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “Gay, gay, gay, and who??? “
Denise Buchannan: “Nooo! How do you know theyre gay?”
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “Oh come on its obvious...and I don’t have no time for that. I’m nobodys beard. Do I look like a Kardashian to you???”
Denise Buchannan: “Well…”
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “Don’t answer that.”
Denise Buchannan: “Okay well the only other name on this is Ricky Molaroni...hey he seems promising!”
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “You know, i’ve actually had a brief interaction with this guy over twitter. You’re right...he would be a good catch. He’s on the rise...young-ish...definite potential. He could even be the next world champion for all we know. I think we’ve found our man.”
Just as the words escaped my lips there came a knock at the door. I looked to mama, a little apprehensive since I wasn’t expecting any company.
Denise Buchannan: “Oh don’t worry...I ordered some room service a little while ago.”
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “Ha! Not on my dime you didn’t.”
Denise Buchannan: “Relax...I charged it to the room. NEW is picking up the tab.”
My hairdresser took a break from curling my long dark red and auburn locks to go answer the door for me. When he returned, he was carrying a very large bouquet of the most beautiful red roses I had ever seen in one arm...and a bottle of Hennessy in the other.
Hairdresser: “The card says it’s from a Chris Styles.”
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “Chris Styles?!” I scoffed. “Oh yeah right...why don’t I just go out with Clark Benson? At least he has a job.”
Denise Buchannan: “I wouldn’t be so quick to judge, shugga...Chris Styles may be the answer to all our prayers.”
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “You’re clearly smoking the good shit if you think i’m going to be seen anywhere with that man-child. Pass. We’re going with Ricky Macaroni.”
Denise Buchannan: “Would the fact that Chris Styles is actually part owner of NEW make you feel any differently?”
I was intrigued. I turned around and politely excused Hugo. He nodded and left the room, and then I turned back to mama and replied with hushed tones.
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “That depends...is that really a fact?”
Denise Buchannan: “Oh it’s true alright, honey. You see...because NEW has had so many different co-owners in the past, Jesse secretly gave Chris a ten percent stake in NEW’s stock, just in case someone ever tried to over run him, he would still have the majority vote. But Chris doesn’t even know this.”
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “How do YOU even know this?”
Denise Buchannan: “Back when I used to do publicity for NEW I had a full disclosure agreement with the company. I know almost all of NEW’s dirty little secrets. This is actually a pretty interesting place behind the scenes.”
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “Um we’re gonna have to stick a pin in THAT conversation because you know how I live off of dirty little secrets….So you’re telling me that Chris Styles is part owner in NEW...a millionaire...and he doesnt even know it?”
Denise Buchannan: “He doesnt even know it.”
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “You know..he asked me out to lunch earlier today over twitter…I turned him down.”
Denise Buchannan: “Well honey...I think it’s time you had a little change of heart.”
XOXO.