Post by Deleted on May 3, 2015 17:17:08 GMT -6
#FACT
| Name: Blair Buchannan-Valentyne | Age: 28 | Height: 5'9'' | Weight: 135 Lbs |
| Fin 1: Southern Hospitality | Fin 2: Beauty Sleep | Fin 3: Drop Dead Gorgeous |
| Hometown: Baton Rouge, LA | Theme Song: 'Fuck Love' by Iggy Azelia |
| Favorite Quotes: "I Always Get What I Want." / "..and I did it all in heels!" |
Busy busy busy...
Lately Blair Buchannan-Valentyne had been busier than ever. Her wrestling career was back on the upswing, and she was working on an upcoming clothing line all while documenting everything with her hit reality series. Today was no exception. In addition to her other duties, Blair was trying on another career of sorts: A Game Show Host.
Denise, Blair’s mother and manager, had managed to get Blair a gig as a guest host on a popular gameshow called Fact or Fiction. Each week the game had a special celebrity guest host and contestants would read tweets about them and try to figure out if they were true or not.
Blair and Denise were backstage in a dressing room currently going over some other business. While Blair was having her hair and makeup done, Denise was going over some designs for Blair’s upcoming clothing line called ‘Southern Hospitality.’
Denise: “Here are some of the men’s jacket designs that our team has come up with. They’re pretty good..except for this tacky football jacket with the cheetah print sleeves.”
Blair: “Oh that’s one of my favorites...my boyfriend would love that!”
She said, referring to Chris Styles who she was only supposed to be dating in order to get her hands on his fortune--a fortune he knew nothing about.
Denise: “Excuse me...could you give us a moment, please?”
Denise asked the hair and makeup artist working on Blair. He nodded and left the dressing room, closing the door behind him to give the ladies their privacy.
Denise: “Speaking of that...how are things going? I noticed you and Chris have gotten very close in the past few weeks. You even attended a private family event with him I heard.”
Blair: “Well isn’t that the point of all this? To get him to trust me? That kind of stuff builds trust.”
Denise: I know, i’m just making sure you aren’t getting too close...I wouldn’t want your feelings for him to mess up my plans for us.”
Blair: “Mama I really don’t need this right now. It’s bad enough I have to deal with these little blonde bitches. First Sasha, now Nikita. It’s consuming way too much of my energy I mean i’m busy enough as it is….and that Nikita broad is the worst! She’s been dragging my name through the dirt all week on twitter trying to use me to get attention. It’s just so sad and petty.”
Denise: “Hmm...maybe you’re right. Maybe this is a bit much for you...well, to be honest we don’t even need Chris anymore. I’m very close to getting you a book deal with Walden Media...a sort of how-to guide to having it all! With the advance you’ll get from that plus with what we stand to earn from this fashion line and the fact that ratings for our show are back up...I think our money troubles are just about over!”
Blair: “Well..I don’t want to make a rash decision...I mean if the ratings are up then it’s probably because people are interested in my relationship with Chris so why kick him out of the picture?”
Denise: “That’s a risk i’m willing to take. I just don’t think we need him anymore so why waste your time?”
Blair is now looking noticeably conflicted at the idea of breaking things off with her new beau, who she was actually beginning to develop some very real feelings for.Denise, knowing her daughter all too well, knew exactly what was going on inside of her mind.
Denise: “Anyways, darling, i’ll leave you to get ready for the show. Break a leg!”
With that, Denise blew Blair an air kiss and then sashayed out of the dressing room. Blair sat there for a moment contemplating what she was going to do.
Then, she takes out her phone and sends a message to Chris himself:
‘wut r u up 2?’
Moments later she gets a response.
‘@ the gym. miss u.’
This only served to make Blair feel even more confused about the situation. She didn’t expect to develop real feelings for the guy, but she did.
Blair: “What a fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into, girl.”
After a moment she sighed and shook it off right as a stagehand was coming into Blair’s dressing room to inform her that they were ready to begin filming.
Moments later Blair made her way out onto the brightly lit game show set. She took her place behind a podium, outfitted in a simple tight purple strapless dress that hugged her curves and ended right above her knees, and a pair of hot pink platform high heeled pumps.Behind her was a large screen which had the words ‘FACT OR FICTION’ written across it.
After about a minute, the camera crew gave Blair the signal that filming was to begin, Suddenly, very upbeat yet cheesy game-show type music began to play and after it ended, Blair would begin to speak.
Blair: “Hey everyone I’m your guest Blair Buchannan-Valentyne and this is FACT OR FICTION Celebrity Edition! Are yall ready to have some fun?!”
Cue simulated fan applause.
Blair: “Perfect! Alright you guys so this is how we play this game..This screen behind me will light up with select tweets about me from people around the world just like you using the hashtag #FACT and our contestant will have to decipher for themselves if what these tweets convey are FACT or FICTION!”
The audience oohs and ahhs in anticipation. They’re totally stunned.
Blair: “Okay so lets meet our contestant! Her name is Pasha Legg, and has no affiliation with New Edge Wrestling whatsoever just to be clear...Pasha go ahead and introduce yourself for the people!”
The camera pans over to a basic blonde woman dressed in some very generic outfit; A pink t-shirt and blue jeans with pink sneakers. She waves and smiles into the camera like she’s supposed to.
Pasha: “Hi everyone! I’m Pasha and I came here to win! You got a PROBLEM with that?!”
Blair: “...Whoooo caaaaaaaares?! Okay Pasha I know you’ve got to get back to living your extremely sub-par lifestyle so we’re just gonna go ahead and get to it….Are you ready for FACT OR FICTION?!”
Pasha: “Hell ye-...”
Blair: “Oh course you are! Okay, so here’s the first tweet!....”
The large screen behind Blair lights up with the first tweet.
Blair: “Okay so this one is sent in from @nikita_Violence and it says…@alenvy08 @jesse_styles @blairbuchannan #FACT @sashatheproblem, @tegantacular and Myself have more talent in our pinky fingers than her…Alright Pasha, what do you say? Is that FACT or FICTION?!”
Pasha: “Hmmm….well i’m gonna go ahead and say that’s A FACT!!!”
Almost instantly the sound of a harsh buzzer can be sound, cueing an ‘awww’ from the audience.
Blair: “Oooh, sorry...that’s actually FICTION! You see while these girls may have talented pinky fingers, I actually have talent coursing throughout the rest of this amazing body as well. The real #Fact of the matter is that one of the women @nikita_Violence was referring to in that tweet actually quit new edge wrestling after competing in a match where I was one of her opponents. What exactly is her talent? Oh I get it, it’s a disappearing act! Bravo…Now, moving on…”
The screen behind Blair lights up with another screenshot of a tweet:
Blair: “Now, this next tweet...oh...it’s also from @nikita_Violence what a coincidence! This one says: “@alenvy @jesse_styles @blairbuchannan #Fact she doesn’t have the twisted mind nor the sociopathic depth to take me any where near my limit.” Now Pasha can you tell me if this tweet is a work of Fiction? or is it indeed a fact?”
Pasha: “Ummm….Fiction?”
Once again the sound of the buzzer goes off and the crowd “awws” again.
Blair: “Actually no, this one is a fact. You see, I don’t have a twisted mind nor am I a sociopath. I’m very level headed and have a clear view and understanding of what it is I want to achieve in life and in my career. I understand that Nikita is an ambitious up and comer who wants to make a name for herself but using a win over me to catapult her into superstardom. Well honey, I invented that game and I’m nobody’s stepping stone. You better believe me when I say that I have taken far more substantial competitors to their limit. Our match this week is only going to solidify what my already extensive list of accomplishments should have told you in the first place: You’re not even close to being on my level. Next tweet!”
The screen lights up with yet another tweet:
Blair: “Surprise surprise this one is from @nikita_Violence too! I think I may have a new superfan. It says: #Fact the only thing she will ever beat me in is the number of STD’s she can carry at once….Pasha, what’s your answer? Fact or Fiction?”
Pasha: “Fact! All the way!”
The buzzer goes off.
Blair: “Rude. No obviously this is a clear work of fiction! Furthermore, why is somebody who is a self proclaimed ‘sociopath’ calling me out in what looks like an obvious open and shut case of slut-shaming. The very definition of a sociopath is someone who lacks a sense of moral responsibility so why does she even care what I do in my personal life? It’s just another obvious sign that this woman has no clue what she’s talking about. Tough break Pasha. Let’s check out our fourth and final tweet.”
The last tweet pops up on the screen behind Blair.
Blair: “Why am I not surprised...once again @nikita_Violence has my name in her mouth...this one says: “#Fact I’m simply better then her in every form. And she will #bowtodaqueen just like Dixie.”...What say you, Miss Pasha?”
Pasha: “I’ve got it this time. I totally know it. This is definitely a fact!”
Once more the buzzer goes off.
Blair: “Wow you really grasp the concept of this game do you? Anyways, no unfortunately you’re wrong again Pasha. Unfortunately you were unable to answer enough questions to keep you in the game so it looks like it’s the end of the road for you.”
Pasha: “What?! I didn’t win?! Why do I even try maybe I should just give up.”
Blair: “Well...you kind of have to...because the game is fucking over.”
Pasha: “Whatever. I’m done.”
With that, Pasha storms off of the set and disappears never to be seen nor heard from by anyone ever again.
Blair: “Good riddance….” She then looks into the camera and begins to speak. “Now, to clarify that last statement...Sasha if you really think you’re better than me in every way then perhaps you really do need to get your #Facts straight. So let me help you….”
"Fact: Dixie Clement and I are not the same person. If you thought that beating her is the same thing as beating me, you have a rude awakening coming your way honey. Facing me is no walk in the park. "
“Fact: You may be talented in the ring, but there are thousands of girls out there just as talented as you are. You’re nothing special. It takes more than in-ring ability to get to the level i’m at. You’ve got to be cunning on top of being ambitious and you have to be willing to do anything to get what you want.
“Fact: The more time you spend worrying about me and what i’m doing, the less time you have to be focused on what you really need to be concerned with: your career.
“Fact: It’s gonna take more than a few strategically executed punches for you to make it to the top...and if you ever do? There’s the task of remaining relevant. What sets you apart from the thousands of other ambitious blondes out there that want to do the same thing as you? What? You kiss girls? Nothing we haven’t seen from Natalia Santiago, Valora Salinas, and dozens of others over the years.”
“The fact remains that you still haven’t achieved a fraction of what I have in this company and while I know it’s not about accolades because there is always someone who thinks they’re bigger and better trying to come for my spot. However, look at it like this: I’ve seen it all in NEW and I know exactly what I need to do to stay at the top...and if you think that I have any reservations about squashing you like the bug you are well then you really do need to get your facts straight honey. Taking care of mouthy rookies is nothing I haven’t done before. It’s no different than what I did to your buddy Sasha last week, prompting her to run away with her tail between her legs. It’s no different from what i’m going to do to you this week. “
“...and as far as bowing down to ‘da queen.’...honey you don’t know how much of a cliche you are. If history can tell us anything, it’s that stubby little peasants who walk around claiming to be ‘The Queen’ don’t last very long here. You can be a queen all you want to, honey. That doesn’t change the truth of the matte which is come Ignite i’m going to educate your ex-communist ass on exactly what i’m capable of...”
“......Fact.”
XOXO!