Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2019 22:59:37 GMT -6
"We are living in a material world, and I am a material girl."
-Madonna.
In
Shiny Objects
Icon Modeling Agency
Downtown Los Angeles, CaliforniaInside of the conference room of the agency, Blair was holding court with the shareholders. After hearing them voice their concerns over Blair being spread too thinly over her many projects to devote enough time and attention to the modeling agency.
Standing at the head of the table, dressed in a pair of black denim jeans, black over the knee leather boots, a matching black cotton tanktop and a diamond studded choker around her neck was Blair Buchannan. Next to her stood her mother and former business manager, Denise, dressed in a deep purple bandage dress that ended high on her thighs, and hot pink high heels. The two could have been sisters, seeing as how Denise was just 15 years older than Blair. Little to nothing could be heard outside of the conference room, but inside of it, big changes were coming.
Blair Buchannan: “I appreciate all of your patience and I couldn’t agree more with you. I found myself in an unexpected situation with having to return to New Edge Wrestling…and their schedule is pretty demanding. That’s why I’ve decided to appoint my mother, Denise, as the General Manager of Icon Modeling Agency to act on my behalf when I’m not here. You can rest assured that the agency is in good hands. If you need any more convincing, just look at my career. Without my mother I literally wouldn’t be here, and neither would Icon.”
As Denise began to speak to the shareholders, Blair spotted someone out of the corner of her eye entering the lobby of the agency. Roger Wright stopped dead in his tracks, staring through the glass walls of the conference room. His eyes darting from Blair, to Denise, to the many business men and business women in the room. Blair quietly excused herself, before exiting the room and casually strolling up to Roger.
Roger Wright: “What the hell is your mother doing here?” He asks, his brow furrowed. Roger glared past Blair into the conference room at Denise in the way any person would look at a potential predator.
Blair Buchannan: “Oh, her?” She asks, nonchalantly, glancing behind her before turning back to Roger. “I’ve just hired her on as the new General Manager of the modeling agency.”
Roger would have been stunned by how casually the words came out of her mouth, had he not already been through many seasons of Hurricane Blair before. Instead, he just clenched his jaw, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples for a moment before looking back at Blair with exhausted disbelief.
Roger Wright: “You did what ?”
Blair Buchannan: “Well what the fuck was I supposed to do?! I have a ton of shit on my plate right now, and that was before this nonsense with N.E.W unloaded all of this extra work on my already overworked ass! I needed someone to help me out since you obviously have better things to do, like buy your little girlfriend a real life fuckin Puss & Boots. Where did you even find boots that tiny to begin with? Did you have Shane go fuckin’ tiny boot shopping on amazon?”
Roger Wright: “Jesus Christ, Blair…do you want to know what I’ve been busy doing?! I’ve been trying to make sure our daughter doesn’t get kidnapped. I’ve been busy trying to make sure she’s safe and you’re really concerned with my personal life.”
Blair Buchannan: “…What are you even talking about? Kidnapped? I don’t know what’s going on with you but you need to really rethink your priorities if you’re even allowing Marie to be alone long enough to get kidnapped. You only have her every other week I mean, jesus, is it that hard to keep a 5 year old safe?”
Roger Wright: “How would you have any idea? All you ever do is pack Marie’s schedule so tight with tutors and lessons so you never have to spend time with her.”
Blair Buchannan: “Ya. People who are skilled and trained to work with children. At least I’m not leaving her with that ex crackhead sidekick of yours, so you can go tiny boot shopping!”
Roger Wright: “Jesus Christ, what is your obsession with these fucking gifts?!”
Blair stood there with her arms folded across her chest and her nose in the air petulantly. Roger waited as he watched Blair try to rationalize her loony way of thinking until she finally broke the silence, speaking in a much calmer tone.
Blair Buchannan: “….I just don’t remember you getting me any kittens, just sayin.”
Roger Wright: “……”
Blair Buchannan: “What?”
Roger Wright: “…You’re insane.”
Blair Buchannan: “How am I insane?”
Roger Wright: “Because it's not enough that I gave you my fucking heart! Now you’re giving me shit over a kitten! Maybe if you weren’t so focused on all that material shit….you know what..it doesn’t even matter. This just solidifies my decision, and why I came here today.”
Blair Buchannan: “…Yeah, why are you here anyway?”
Roger handed Blair the papers in his hand. She took them, and her eyes began scanning the document.
Blair Buchannan: “What is this?”
Roger Wright: “This is an agreement I felt like we needed come to you. Clearly, you don’t want to be a mother. I want what’s best for Marie, you want what’s best for you…this way we both get what we want. I’ll give you the Modeling Agency outright, and buy out all of the shareholders so it is yours and yours alone. Roger Wright Inc will no longer be involved. In exchange, you agree to sign over your parental rights to Marie.”
There comes a moment in everyone’s life when they are faced with tough decisions. Decisions that would cause them to question their morality.
Blair Buchannan: “…Where do I sign?”
For Blair, this was not that moment. Stone faced, Roger grabbed a pen off of a nearby desk and handed it to Blair. She swiftly took it from him, and scribbled her signature on page after page until she was done. As of that moment, Blair now only had one baby; Icon Modeling Agency.
Roger Wright: “So then that’s it, then. Just like that.”
Roger said, more to himself than to Blair but it was aloud nonetheless. It was as if, at that very moment, a switch had been flipped. All of the clouds had been lifted, and the uncertainty he held inside of him for so long was finally laid to rest. He was, at last, able to clearly see who Blair really was.
Blair Buchannan: “iiiiii guess so! Have your lawyers call my lawyers and all that. You can stop by my place later tonight to pick up the rest of Marie’s things.”
Roger Wright: “Seriously?”
Blair Buchannan: “What were you expecting, Roger? You want me to have a panic attack or something in the middle of work? I don’t have time for that. I have a business to run. I’ll see you later.”
With that, Blair practically pushed the documents into Roger’s hands before pivoting on her toes and strutting back in the direction of the conference room. Roger watched as Blair smoothed out her skirt, then flipped her hair as she made her way back into the room with a smile. He watched as she excitedly delivered the news of the transaction to all of the shareholders and was filled with disgust at the sight of Blair and Denise shaking hands with the business men and women in the room, likely thanking them for their time. Shaking his head, Roger turned away from the disappointing display before heading for the elevator and leaving the agency.
Siren Studios
Hollywood, California
Despite everything that happened the night before, Blair still had commitments to uphold. One of those obligations was filming confessionals to narrate each episode of her reality show, Brushing Up with The Buchannan’s. Sitting in front of the familiar pale pink backdrop, ready to film, Blair had just received from devastating news.
Producer: “Blair…your ratings are dropping. People have caught on to the fact that you’re one person on camera, and another off camera.”
Blair Buchannan: “So what am I supposed to do? I can’t keep up with this nicey nicey bullshit façade 24/7!”
Producer: “No! Actually, we think you should do the opposite. See, you’ve lost some of the E! watches, that much is true…but it looks like you’ve actually gained a new audience of NEW fans. We saw a spike in ratings after the last Ignite, but then they quickly fell after the following episode of ‘Brushing Up’ aired. We think the viewers from NEW are tuning in to watch more of the personality they get from you at those events…but then they see this other version of you and they get turned off. We think you should be more real…more like the person you are when you’re working for NEW.”
Blair rolled her eyes and sighed. It wasn’t out of annoyance really, just out of frustration from feeling like she’s been pulled in a million directions at once. The producer gave the signal to the camera man to begin filming, and Blair took in a deep breath before changing her demeanor completely and speaking into the camera with one of her eyebrows slightly raised.
Blair Buchannan: “ Okay…you want real? You want honesty? Fine. Just when I thought I was done having to fight clowns, Jesse Styles puts me in a match against The Boss clown herself, Miss Anicka Swan. Literally, this chick looks like Mimi from The Drew Carrey Show; Blue eye shadow and all. Now listen, what Roger Wright does with his penis isn’t any of my business anymore. However, I am mildly disappointed and insulted with his present choice of company. Courting my opponent just seems tacky and just shows carelessness in my opinion. I’m not surprised, though. Roger has always been malleable and easily distracted by shiny new things…and that’s only what Anicka Swan is. Just another shiny new toy for NEW to be fascinated with. I’ll admit, if I squint really hard I guess I could see the allure. She’s not completely unfortunate in the looks department. She’s got considerable athletic prowess. Although she does look a little rough around the edges, and kind of mannish, she is a ‘fresh face’ to New Edge Wrestling. So it’s easy to see why everyone seems so obsessed with her these days…but it’s .."
nothing we haven’t seen before.
…and nothing we won’t see again…
…and nothing we won’t see again…
" Anicka’s meteoric rise to prominence is not unheard of. it’s happened before and it will happen again. Many people make it to the top, but not very many have managed to stay there. There have been countless ‘fresh faces’ in NEW that have been touted as the next big thing. Natalia Santiago, Cera, Apathy, Tegan Taylor, Valora Salinas, Reya Serra, the list goes on and on and on and those are just the women. All of these people at one time or another were given praise because of how they broke the mold…how different they were...how they were both beautiful and could kick ass just as good if not better than the boys. I myself was once upon a time considered a fresh face in this business so I suppose you could add me to that list. The only difference between those women and me is that I have managed to outlast them all..."
I’m still here.
& I’m still sparkling.
& I’m still sparkling.
"...Because, you see, while those women are celebrated for breaking the mold…many people, people like you Miss Anicka Swan, fail to realize that I created the mold. I set the standard to which every female who ever entered this company after I did will be held to. Anicka’s provocative nature is nothing new. I invented that shtick. Believe me, it wasn’t easy. I took more shit than anybody from men and women, just to earn the right to be myself. Any success Anicka may have in this business is a direct result of my years of hard work, so really she should be thanking me every fucking day for affording her the luxury of being taken seriously in this business. You weren’t around Anicka, so let me educate you on a few things. I had to bust my ass twice as hard simply because of the way I look. Because…I’m a pretty girl with good hair, a killer smile, and I enjoy being feminine...so that means I couldn’t be anything more than arm candy. I definitely could not ever be considered an actual wrestler, let alone a contender, right? I have been used, made a fool of, have been the brunt of every joke and called some of the most horrible names in the book several times over. But I clawed my way to where I am today, and that doesn’t just happen by being a flavor of the month. Do not every forget that I am and forever will be a LEGEND around here because I am the first Female Blackout Champion. Even IF, and I do mean IF, you manage to achieve a feat like that…"
You will always come second to me!
…but you already know that, don’t you?
"...Even when it comes to whatever it is you and Roger may do in the future, even he will be comparing you to me. Constantly. Let’s explore this a little more. Let’s say, best case scenario, you and Roger actually do end up in a “relationship.” You will constantly be fighting the uphill battle of trying to mend together the wound I have indelibly left on his heart. Every mistake you make, which is bound to happen in any relationship, will trigger Blair PTSD and you’ll have to constantly reassure him of how you’re different. How you’re better for him, in every way. Still, when you catch him with a far off glance in his eyes you’ll wonder…is he thinking about me? When you’re trying to fuck my memory out of his brain, doing your best to pull out every move from your freaky little bag of tricks…a part of you will always be thinking about if you’re doing it better than I did…When your nails are scratching down his back, they will be following the trails I created…and after he cums and you lay together basking in the afterglow, feeling euphoric for a moment still…can you ever be sure it was enough?"
The answer is no.
Not even close.
Not even close.
"..Because every time I appear on television while he’s making you breakfast, you’ll instinctively look to him to see his reaction and you’ll know he knows you’re watching so he tries his best to pretend that he doesn’t see me…you know he does. Every time you pass a news stand and my face is on the cover of a magazine, you’ll notice the quickest of glances even if involuntary. You’ll know where his mind really is. Where it always will be. Replaying all of the memories, good and bad, wondering if I had been just a little less selfish or less cruel, and a little more compassionate and attentive…would you even be there?"
That’s a no too.
"…Oh and don’t forget about Marie. Despite what a piece of paper might say, I will always be her mother. I will always be the mother of Roger’s child. That is just a fact. Every time she smiles in your face and you look her in the eyes…just know that it will be me staring back at you. Appraising you. Judging you. Laughing at you. My daughter did get one thing right, though. When she called you a ‘biter,’ she was one thousand percent correct."
Not only are you a biter
You’re a sorry fuckin’ swagger jacker too!
You’re a sorry fuckin’ swagger jacker too!
…come get this bitch!
"...I didn’t even know you were trying to fuck my ex until somebody else brought it to my attention. Then they showed me how you were getting all gassed up about the way I treat MY child. Do you have kids, bitch? No. So why are you so concerned with my parenting methods? Now I understand why parents used to always get annoyed when somebody else tries to give them unsolicited advice. Like, back the fuck up and figure out how to apply your eye shadow before you concern yourself with anything I’m doing. The nerve! It wasn’t until I put it all together that it finally started to make sense. This broad is coming down to the ring to literally study my moves. Not just trying to study my wrestling moves but the actual essence of my BEING! Next was getting heated…like literally growling because I disciplined my child. Then on top of that you went and hopped on my exes dick with a quickness! I was like oh my God…"
This bitch really wants to be me!
Has my identity has been stolen?!
…is my credit score okay?
Has my identity has been stolen?!
…is my credit score okay?
"...I mean I thought you were maybe trying to make your presence known as a dominant competitor so you were trying to intimidate me, not impersonate me, and I was actually kind of flattered by that. Maybe you were pissed at the way you saw me treating my kid because…I don’t know…you’re some kind of champion for children or something. Now I see what’s really going on. You weren’t mad because of the way I was treating my daughter. You were mad because she was MY daughter. You wanted to be in MY shoes. That has to be it. Is that why you want to give ol’ Rodge the two handed gluck gluck 3000 so bad?! Are you trying to trying to see if there’s anymore of my lipstick on his dick? Honey I can just tell you the shade I wear…it’s really not that serious. I know you need help applying your makeup but let me just tell you right now, that’s not the way you do it! Just watch a youtube tutorial..."
it’s much easier.
But probably not as quick! ;-)
But probably not as quick! ;-)
"..All jokes (aka you) aside…what I really want to say is I don’t even hate you, Anicka. Hate requires a certain amount of ‘give a fucks’ and when it comes to you I have no fucks to give. Hate suggests that I actually have any feeling toward you at all. If anything, when it comes to you, I’m indifferent. So I really want you to understand that when I beat the shit out of you at Ascension, which I will, it isn’t because I’m ‘mad’ at you because of whatever the cowboy boot wearing kitten fuck you and Roger are up to. If anyone honestly thinks I’d be that upset over a man, then I’m really insulted and actually offended. Even if we had been together and you guys started fucking on the side, I still wouldn’t blame the ‘other woman’ in that scenario. But it’s not even like that..."
You didn’t take him from me.
I gave him to you.
I gave him to you.
“ I mean if anything, the reason for me to be mad at you would be because you cost me the X-Core title with your groupie ass behavior. But I’m not even mad about that. The real reason I’m looking forward to kicking the shit out of you up and down that ring is far less complex than any of that shit, so please don’t give yourself that much credit. It’s simply because…I just don’t like you! That’s all. Nothing to do with the shit you think you started, because clearly you have nothing better to do. It’s not because you’re a little chubby. I mean, iiiiii wouldn’t hire you to represent my brand, but I don’t give a fuck about your waistline. It’s not about your face. Well, it’s a teeny-tiny bit about your face because of the way you abuse makeup, but I digress. You just bug me. That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less. You’re just a paycheck. You see…for you, this is a big deal. This is your first big match at New Edge Wrestling’s first big Pay Per View since it’s re-rebirth. You’ve already beaten one of the greatest NEW World Champions right out of the gate. Now you’ve got a chance to take down the first female Blackout Champion. Stomping out the legendary Blair Buchannan would give you major clout. I get it! But to me…you’re just another mouthy bitch who needs to…”
Shut the fuck up, already!
I can’t be the only person that’s tired of hearing you talk about yourself.
"...So you just gotta go. Now…I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to being the person who hands you your first loss. I knowww, I knowww I may seem like a mad, bitter, self absorbed bitch, but…wait a minute! Isn’t that what everyone has been saying I am for nearly a decade? I’m just trying to stay true to form here, and give the people what they want. Why go off brand now? But it’s true. I do derive pleasure from the thought of putting a stop to the momentum you’ve built, Anicka, because you need to learn a thing or two. The first being how to correctly blend your eye shadow, and the second being not to fuck with me. Let this match be a lesson that you only have to learn once. Whether you want to admit it or not, the very career you have in New Edge Wrestling or whatever semblance of a relationship you have with Roger Wright…all of it is a life that was given to you by me. As long as you continue to follow in MY footsteps, and go after MY sloppy seconds, you will be living in a world that I built..."
I own this house, sweetie.
…and you’re just squatting in it…
…and you’re just squatting in it…
"...So I wouldn’t get too comfortable if I were you. Don’t start hanging up any pictures just yet, sugar. Because soon, your oversexed image will start to look repetitive and one-dimensional. It already has. People will tire of the annoying way you refer to yourself in the third person. It will sound less like bravado, and more like baby talk. It already has. The novelty of Anicka Swan will fade away just like all the ones that came before you. Your sparkle will dull until eventually you’re just another name on the long list of former New Edge stars that once showed so much promise. Another shiny new superstar will emerge as the Fresh Face of NEW, and be the public darling that you once were…and once again they will be coming for MY spot. The name Anicka Swan will almost never be spoken, and when it is it will only be in reference to her feud with Blair Buchannan. If I were you, I’d think of a plan B and quickly because I don’t see things working for you the way things are going now. I mean honestly, how do you see this whole thing playing out? Do you really think you’re the real star of this show? Let me but it this way: I’m the leading lady of this production, so you should try to find a role more suitable for someone like yourself..."
Like that lady who broke the dude’s ankles in Misery
…you’re halfway there already...
…you’re halfway there already...
"...Eventually it’s just going to be you left alone with your pussy and it’s tiny boots…and by the way, just so you know…the fact that you run around with a bunch of C-List Manson Family wannabes holds no weight here. If anything, it’s more of a hindrance to you. The elitist bullshit they undoubtedly fill your head with is the exact type of conditioning I wanted to prevent Marie from having. It’s ironic, really, when I think about the possibility of her being raised in some part by you. It’s really quite laughable. Roger wanted to protect Marie from turning out like me…a selfish, self absorbed, self important person who acts like she’s somebody she isn’t, and when it comes down to it quivers at the first ounce of attention anyone throws at them? That’s not me, honey.That’s you! I hope your bullshit clique hears what I’m saying too. In fact, bring those bitches to the ring with you at Ascension. I’m not afraid of them like these pussy ass men in New Edge are!“
I’ll turn you into Lil’ Orphan Ani real quick!
"...I know what’s being said about me…that I’m a fake, a phony, a fraud…one person who acts sweet and demure on camera, and another who is vicious when nobody is looking. That…what? Makes me a bad person? Well, we’ll have to agree to disagree on that matter. I do think there’s a great deal to be said about showing restraint and self-preservation though. It’s necessary to survive in this world. Everyone does it, even you Anicka. We just do it in different ways. You like to put up the façade that you’re someone who’s not to be fucked with. You’d like nothing better to think that you’re flawless, tougher than nails, and a bad bitch to the core…but really you’re just a big softie deep down inside and even more vulnerable and insecure than really anyone else on the roster. I, on the other hand, pretend to have it all together. I put up a polished front because it’s the only thing that keeps me from losing control and destroying everything and everyone in my path. I’m no longer interested in controlling myself. Do you know what happens when I allow myself to lose control? Complete and utter fucking chaos..."
Haven’t you heard?
I’m the crazy bitch around here.
I’m the crazy bitch around here.
"...One thing’s for sure, though. If you do somehow end up winning this match, you better break both my fucking ankles and make sure I am DEAD, bitch, because the minute I find out my daughter is running around with unblended eye shadow, or mismatched eyeliner, I’m calling the police and child protective services to take her ass from Roger and stick her in foster care for child endangerment. So as fun as I’m sure this has been for your stalker ass, I really think I’ve made my point (unlike your eyeliner). Hopefully I knock enough sense into your head when I’m kicking the shit out of it in this match. That way, the next time you even think about trying to navigate your way into my life, you’ll decide reroute your GPS when you remember the mess of blood and crystals that my Christian Louboutin Stiletto’s left you in.."
Do not come for me
…unless I send for you…
Peasant!
…unless I send for you…
Peasant!
Calmly, Blair combs her fingers through her hair as a sly, satisfied grin crosses her lips. There is a hush among the room.
Blair Buchannan: “How was that? Real enough for you?” She asks somebody out of the frame.
Producer: “That was….um….yeah that works!....annnnnd cut!”
Caesars Palace
Las Vegas, Nevada.
After what had already been an emotionally, physically, and draining few days Blair decided to take a much needed break from the drama. She needed to get away. So she decided to call up her younger cousin, Nikki Synn, who was in Vegas to see some famous DJ perform. It was convenient enough for Blair, since that was only a one hour flight from Los Angeles. So without overthinking it, Blair booked a first class ticket and soon found herself in Sin City. Blair wasn’t much of a gambler when it came to her money, but Vegas had some of the best hotel pools in the country, which is exactly where she intended on spending the majority of her time.
Lounging poolside next to her cousin, Blair soaked up the sun and relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever. Maybe it was the fact that she was allowing Denise to carry some of the burdens of her professional life, or perhaps the sudden release of responsibility for Marie. Whatever it was, Blair didn’t allow herself to feel guilty or stressed over any of it and instead just relished this rare moment in her life when it was perfectly fine to just do…nothing.
Nikki Synn: “…I just feel like you missed a really good opportunity….”
Blair Buchannan: “How do you figure?”
Nikki Synn: “You know…she calls herself Miss Anicka Swan. Like Miss Swan!”
Blair Buchannan: “I don’t follow.”
Nikki Synn: “Oh come on!” Nikki sat up from her lounge chair and raised her sunglasses over her head. Pulling the skin on the outer corners of her eyes taut to mimic the facial features of an Asian person, Nikki grumbled in a super offensive and stereotypical accent. “Because she lookey like a man!”
Blair Buchannan: “You’re an idiot.” She said with a laugh, shaking her head. “Honestly I’m so over talking about that fucking match and NEW in general. If I never see another wrestler again, it will be too soon.”
Blair sighed, taking a sip of her cocktail before tilting her head back and shutting her eyes. As soon as she uttered the words, however, a figure sauntered up in front of her casting a shadow over her entire body.
Blair Buchannan: “Ugh…excuse me, but you’re blocking my sun!”
“ ...Forgive me mam I wasn't aware that it belonged to you...I too believe that everyone and everything has a price...so if you wouldn't mind me askin, how many sheckles did that shit set you back?”
She didn’t even have to open her eyes to know who it was. She recognized it immediately. Still, she opened them anyway and had visual confirmation in the form of LA Johnny Stylez outfitted in a black wifebeater, black pinstriped board shorts, and black Versace flip flops. He was staring down at the two of them over the rim of his black ray bans with one of those very large plastic Hurricane drinks in his hand; The kind that are usually only found in Las Vegas, or New Orleans. This detail stuck out to Blair, because as long as she’s known him, he wasn’t somebody that she considered to drink often.
Blair Buchannan: “Trust me, you don’t want to know…” She says, grimly. “Wait, Johnny, what are you even doing here?!”
LA Johnny Stylez: NOTHING! I needed to get the phuck out of dodge for a minute, don't know if you stuck around for the end of the show yesterday but it's been kind of a rough week, with an even rougher one heading right this way. I needed to get away and clear my head before I bury Jesse Styles ALIVE BENEATH A PHUCK LOAD OF DIRT AND HIS OWN BULLSHIT!...but look I actually have a meeting right now, I don't know what yall are doin later, but you know I got the big suite over at the MGM, so if yall aint doin nothin later, might I suggest come and doing it with me and my 36 bottles of free DOM the hotel comped me?
Blair exchanges a look with Nikki, who seems completely fascinated by the exchange, before turning her head back to Johnny.
Blair Buchannan: “We’ll think about it…”
Johnny shrugs and pretends to tip an invisible cap to the ladies before making his exit. Blair exchanges another glance with Nikki who looks like she's trying her hardest to stifle a giggle.
Blair Buchannan: "Not another word from you." She says before sipping her drink and resting her head back down on the lounge chair.
Hours later the girls are back in Nikki’s hotel room. Nikki is getting ready to go see that famous DJ’s set with some of her friend, while Blair lounges on one of the beds flipping through some fashion magazine.
Nikki Synn: “Are you sure you don’t want to come out? It’ll be so funnn!”
Blair Buchannan: “Yeah, go have fun. Being elbowed by thousands of people over that loud ass ‘music’ or whatever you call it doesn’t sound like my idea of relaxing and that’s honestly all I really wanna do right now.”
Nikki Synn: “Ohhhkayyy well if you change your mind, I’ll save you a spot on the party bus!”
Blair Buchannan: “Not likely. Go! Enjoy yourself…be safe.”
Nikki Synn: “Mmhmm…Tell Johnny I said Hi!” Nikki teased on her way out of the room, sticking her tongue out at Blair. Blair sticks her tongue out in response and laughs as the door closes and she relaxes her head on the pillow.
Around midnight, Blair decided that she had enough peace and quiet for one night. The sounds of silence were more deafening than the EDM Nikki was probably fist pumping to at that moment. Before she knew it, Blair found herself walking up to the door of Johnny’s suite. Dressed in a simple nude silk mini slip dress with spaghetti straps and shimmering rose gold crystal stoned stilettos, Blair reached up and knocked on the door three times.
Almost instantly the door flew open, and there was Johnny now dressed in a t-shirt with something probably funny and irrelevant that flew over Blair’s head on it, black pinstriped pants and black dress shoes.
His eyes roamed Blair’s body with the hint of an arrogant smirk on his face. Blair rolled her eyes and let herself into his room.
Blair Buchannan: “One drink.”
A couple of hours fly by, and “one drink” has turned into many. Soon the two are caught up in contagious laughter while reminiscing on the ‘good ole days.’ Blair has made herself extremely comfortable and has taken to sitting on the floor while nursing a bottle of champagne; her back against a large glass window overlooking the Vegas strip. Her carelessly disheveled hair, swept over half of her face. She takes a swig from the bottle before wiping her lips with the back of her hand before speaking in between giggle fits.
Blair Buchannan: “I’m sorry…I know it sounds so fucked up but I wish I could have seen the look on your face when you found that Post-It! I mean…who breaks up with somebody on a Post-It?! Ohhhh shit that’s a classic.”
As she says this, she's holding onto her midsection, sore from laughter. Johnny stops and watches her laughing about one of the most painful moments of his entire life as he thinks back he can't really recall much from that day due to the mass amounts of braincells he slaughters on the daily, but he stood up from the chair he was sitting in, walked over and grabbed the bottle Blair was guzzling and poured himself a glass.
LA Johnny Stylez: Yeah, first off PHUCK YOU for that one princess! Second I don't know if I ever told you this but when I think back to that day I can clearly and vividly see two things..I remember the got damn post-it note itself...The color the words you wrote on them and where it was on my fridge when I got back...And I remember what you looked like before we left each other that day. And when I say everything I mean it...PHUCKING EVERYTHING, what you were wearing, the little bit of make up smudge you had on the corner of your eye because I smacked you on the ass to tell you good luck on that interview you had later that day, and the smile you flashed at me after I kissed you good bye! I swear TO CHRIST there have been things about you over the years that make ZERO phucking sense to me...Why you married Hunter Valentyne for any period of time...How you dated my cocaine loving cousin...but chief among them...Is why you left that day? We've had our ups and downs since then...But that day...that time we were perfect! Weren't we?
Letting his words sink in, Blair sighs and tosses her head back inadvertently bumping the back of her head against the window with a thud.
Blair Buchannan: “…No, you’re right…it was perfect. I don’t know…maybe it was too perfect. For the first time…and maybe the only time…when we were together back then I really felt like I could actually be myself with you, you know? Like, actually myself…and you were..amazing. I don’t know why but it seems like whenever things are going too well I just get scared. Maybe I was scared that once your wrestling career took off you’d kinda just forget about me…so I hurt you before you could hurt me. Or maybe that’s just what I tell myself to feel better about the situation. Maybe I’m just a fucked up person. Do you think it’s that simple?
Johnny turns his glass upside down gulping the rest of the champagne down before pouring himself another glass, he chuckles at Blair's question as he can see the real fear in her eyes, the vulnerability in the room is almost scary so he thought a chuckle might lighten the mood, so he squatted down and put his hand on her cheek, running his finger down to her chin and then lifiting it so her eyes met with his as he flashed a soft little arrogant smirk as he replied.
LA Johnny Stylez: B if there is one thing I have learned about you in this lifetime, things with you are never...and I do MEAN NeVeRRRR SIMPLE! But that's the reason all those E network reality fans of yours LOVE YOU...and once upon a time it was one of the reasons I did too! So don't you worry yourself too much B, we don't know where or when all of this ends...You should never ever feel bad or guilty for being who you are and wanting what you want, or taking it for that matter! Because if you ask me that has always been your biggest problem you care entirely too much about what THEEEYYYYYY think! What the phuck do they know? NOTHING! I know that you're amazing, and some dip phuck like Roger Wright wishes he could lock you up in a room and keep you for just himself for the rest of his life, and while he can't be faulted for thinking that, you are wayyyy too much woman for that dip shit! And that my PreTTy GIRL is the truest story Ive ever fricken told ya!
As if snapping out of a trance, Blair straightens up with a renewed since of vigor.
Blair Buchannan: “…yeaahhh!” She says, narrowing her eyebrows. “YEEEAAAAH!”
She snatches the bottle out of Johnny’s hand and takes a sip, before quickly hopping to her feet; her forehead accidentally knocking into Johnny’s chin in the process. Blair struts over to a nearby coffee table and clumsily climbs onto it. After shakily gaining her balance, Blair takes another sip of champagne before hoisting it into the air, allowing one of her dress straps to fall from her shoulder in the process.
Blair Buchannan: "FUCK THEM! FUCK ALLLLLLL OF EM’! What do I care what the people think about me?! PEOPLE AIN’T NEVA EVVVVVAH DONE NOTHING FOR ME! I don’t owe them shit! I’M BLAIR MUTHAFUCKKIN BUCHANNAN AND I AM THE QUEEN OF LAS VEGAS BIIIITCHEESSSSS!!!!!!”
Johnny's eyes go where the dress stap goes, and she sees him see it. But as he rubs his chin, he walks over to her slowly as if he was checking her eyes to see if she was allowing his advances, so he kept walking...
LA Johnny Stylez: Well then YOUR HIGHNESS, might I escort you about your KiNGDoM? Because as of…
Johnny takes the bottle and turns it all the way upside down and kills it and throws the bottle and as the sound of it smashing into a million pieces he looks at her with a guilty smile and says
LA Johnny Stylez: WE JUST RAN OUT OF BOOZE!
They share a laugh as he takes his hand and brushes the hair out of her face and takes both his hands holding her cheeks he looks into her eyes and laughs as he says.
LA Johnny Stylez: You are a MeSS, you know that right YoUr GRaCE?
Looking into his eyes, Blair presses her forehead against his and bites down gently on her lower lip. She nods wickedly, before instinctively pressing her lips against his for a moment.
Blair Buchannan: “Mmmhmmmm…”
She purrs, and then smiles, breaking the kiss. Taking his hands into hers, her eyes go wide again.
Blair Buchannan: “Well what are we waiting for!? Lets go have some FUN!”
She asks giddily, hopping up and down a little like a teenage girl.
Blair Buchannan: “My kingdom awaits!”
Johnny feels tense for a moment before he takes a deep sigh, looks at the graveyard of empty champagne bottles, looks at the glow in this beautiful woman's eyes and then smiles saying:
LA Johnny Stylez: That it does...JESUS CHRIST we are gunna get in so much phucking trouble!
Blair tosses her head back and laughs while leading Johnny with her hand. Once at the door, Blair uses her free hand to twist the knob before flipping her hair playfully and winking at Johnny behind her.
Blair Buchannan: “Oh come on…what’s the worst that could happen?”
Famous last words. The night quickly turned into a whirlwind of club hopping and bottle service before they both blacked out. The next morning, the sunlight pierced through the windows causing Blair to slowly open them. Her eyes surveyed her surroundings…she was in Johnny’s suite. Her gaze shifted from her dress on the floor on one end of the room, to a pile of Johnny’s clothes on the other, until finally landing on Johnny himself who was sound asleep besides her. Blair’s eyes widened. Her first thought was that she might be an alcoholic because why the fuck wasn’t she hungover?! The second was what the hell happened last night? Blair let out a reflexive yawn, using her left hand to cover her mouth to keep from making too much noise. That’s when she saw it. She outstretched her hand in front of her face, and found a brand new shiny object of her own staring right back at her.
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