Post by Blair Kivisto on May 18, 2017 20:50:33 GMT -5
#OOC First part was co-written with Isaac Jordan's handler.
~May 8th, 2017 - Off-Camera~
The day had started out pretty slow, Blair’s mind rushing over everything that was currently going on but as the day progressed it started getting better. It went from sitting around and being alone with her thoughts to where she was now, sitting on the couch next to someone she had been enjoying spending time with lately.
Sitting next to Isaac on the couch, his arm around her, she had just been thinking about everything and happened to mention while they were talking about how her head had been all over the place lately.
“Anything you’d feel like sharing?”
Was his response to her when she had said that, causing her to sink into the couch a bit as she leaned against him.
“Just all the bullshit flying over the drama, like my life is one big show.”
She let out a sigh.
“Can’t even celebrate winning my first title in over five years in peace.”
His hand moved down to rest on her thigh, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Fuck all those people, I’m damn proud of you and all the hard work you did to get that belt.”
That smile on his face turned into a smirk.
“Makes me keep my eye on ya, don’t want you whoopin my ass now.”
“Thanks, I’m pretty damn proud of myself too but…”
She puffed out her lower lip in a pout as she looked up at him.
“Kicking your ass is at the top of my list, you telling me I can’t do that?”
He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, pulling back a bit.
“If you do, make sure I deserve it, alright?”
“No promises.”
She laughed, Isaac just smirked.
“So how’s it feel being champ again?”
“It feels pretty damn good… Long overdo, I couldn’t believe I won.”
He shook his head a bit.
“I can believe it, you’ve work hard for this and it’s about time you get your reward for that hard work. Plus, you looked hot as hell kicking all those asses.”
“Aww ain’t you just the sweetest thing but it was really close, could have went either way.”
Blair shrugged her shoulders and flashed him a smile.
“But it’s not all about that. The feeling is amazing, don’t get me wrong, but fighting is about the only love I’ve ever known that hasn’t turned its back on me.”
“That’s kind of poetic and sad…”
He bit down on his lower lip.
“Is that why you keep coming back after taking time off?”
"I suppose it is..."
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Most likely to be honest. I see you must have did a little research huh?"
"I play in the information game. Not saying I looked up on you but you asked about me so, only fair."
"I suppose that's true... Its only fair."
He sighs.
"So what's your end game? Fight until you die or?"
She smirked.
"My endgame? God I hope I'm not fighting until I die. That sounds pleasant and all but I'm working with a fragile knee. I probably have a few more years left in the tank before I'll have to figure something else out."
They continued to talk about random things throughout the night and even though Blair wouldn’t admit it, she was actually enjoying herself for the first time in a good while. Seems like some parts of life were starting to look up.
~Bitch’s Blog - On… Internet o.o~
Life is an emotional roller coaster. It has its up and downs and eventually the shitstorm clears enough so you can see again. Ever since Sunday night things are going back up hill, but for how long? I'm ecstatic that I won the championship that night. Almost on cloud nine considering I went out there and did what everyone told me I couldn't do.
‘You're too old.’
‘You're past your prime.’
‘You should retire, you just don't have it in you anymore.’
‘You're a tag team fighter, not a singles fighter.’
‘You're too much of an emotional mess to focus.’
The sad truth now is all you fuckers have to eat your words. Guess who won? Guess who has the Genesis Championship? All odds stacked against me and not a single one of you could take me down. I went out there and proved my point by doing what I always do. I put my all on the line and look what happened. This is what's coming at you again Trixie. One on fucking one this time. You want this title, you'll have to pry it from my cold dead fingers. My passion is alive, my speed is full throttle and my love is a driving force that can't be stopped.
As I told a friend recently, I fight because this profession is the only love I have that hasn't turned its back on me. I dare you to try to beat that kind of love out of me. I fucking welcome the efforts but at the end of the day you're going to lose. You can't kill what you don't even begin to compare to, in the words of Panic! At the Disco…
‘Heroes always get remembered
But you know legends never die.’
I'm a legend, I have the experience. I have the dedication, the drive, the passion, the fucking record. I feed on your doubt's and destroying your dreams. Any way you come at me you're going to fail. Want to bring in negativity? You fuel my fire. Want to bring in positivity, you fuel it that much more. There is no possible way for you to win this. Nothing you can do or say will change the outcome. I'm better in every sense of the word. I'm stronger than you… I'm faster than you… I have a stronger will than you do. While you bitch about me having your title I choose to live in the real world, the world where it's my title and you're the one that's fighting to earn it. Want to claim it? Stop bitching about it being yours and put the work into getting it back.
I’m done playing with all of you little bitches. You all wanted to bring out the monster in me and now that it’s flying high you’re all gonna be trying to find a way to contain it. No, it’s time I showed the world what I’m capable of. It’s time I shut all you fuckers up and do what I know I can do. All this is to most of you is a god damn game. Week after week I watch as soap opera drama unfolds and then watch as you all do nothing but blow it into a mess. When did this become about how much drama you could drum up and less about the actual skill and ability it requires? I mean, I know most of you lack the ability but this isn’t hiding it. Its making you all look sad… Weak.
There's queens and kings a dozen running around, tell me, when did this become a fucking Disney movie? There's a new batch of relationship drama on almost a weekly basis. When did this become a fucking episode of Days of Our Lives?
‘Well your relationship went to shit, must mean you're shit too.’
That's the standard now a days, when did this become a fucking reality show where we base the facts on what's going on in someone's person lives? The only thing I can hope for at this point is Trixie, while not so acquainted with reality, will at least have her head on enough to make this about what it actually is. Stepping into the ring and putting our asses on the line for something we want. Let me make something really clear though.
I don't need some bitch that fell short coming at me and claiming that the title around my waist is hers. I won it, I worked my ass off for it, it has my fucking name on it. Blair Kivistö, not Trixie. You better deal with that right fucking quick because it's staying around my goddamn waist as long as I can keep it there.
~Fin~
~May 8th, 2017 - Off-Camera~
The day had started out pretty slow, Blair’s mind rushing over everything that was currently going on but as the day progressed it started getting better. It went from sitting around and being alone with her thoughts to where she was now, sitting on the couch next to someone she had been enjoying spending time with lately.
Sitting next to Isaac on the couch, his arm around her, she had just been thinking about everything and happened to mention while they were talking about how her head had been all over the place lately.
“Anything you’d feel like sharing?”
Was his response to her when she had said that, causing her to sink into the couch a bit as she leaned against him.
“Just all the bullshit flying over the drama, like my life is one big show.”
She let out a sigh.
“Can’t even celebrate winning my first title in over five years in peace.”
His hand moved down to rest on her thigh, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Fuck all those people, I’m damn proud of you and all the hard work you did to get that belt.”
That smile on his face turned into a smirk.
“Makes me keep my eye on ya, don’t want you whoopin my ass now.”
“Thanks, I’m pretty damn proud of myself too but…”
She puffed out her lower lip in a pout as she looked up at him.
“Kicking your ass is at the top of my list, you telling me I can’t do that?”
He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, pulling back a bit.
“If you do, make sure I deserve it, alright?”
“No promises.”
She laughed, Isaac just smirked.
“So how’s it feel being champ again?”
“It feels pretty damn good… Long overdo, I couldn’t believe I won.”
He shook his head a bit.
“I can believe it, you’ve work hard for this and it’s about time you get your reward for that hard work. Plus, you looked hot as hell kicking all those asses.”
“Aww ain’t you just the sweetest thing but it was really close, could have went either way.”
Blair shrugged her shoulders and flashed him a smile.
“But it’s not all about that. The feeling is amazing, don’t get me wrong, but fighting is about the only love I’ve ever known that hasn’t turned its back on me.”
“That’s kind of poetic and sad…”
He bit down on his lower lip.
“Is that why you keep coming back after taking time off?”
"I suppose it is..."
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Most likely to be honest. I see you must have did a little research huh?"
"I play in the information game. Not saying I looked up on you but you asked about me so, only fair."
"I suppose that's true... Its only fair."
He sighs.
"So what's your end game? Fight until you die or?"
She smirked.
"My endgame? God I hope I'm not fighting until I die. That sounds pleasant and all but I'm working with a fragile knee. I probably have a few more years left in the tank before I'll have to figure something else out."
They continued to talk about random things throughout the night and even though Blair wouldn’t admit it, she was actually enjoying herself for the first time in a good while. Seems like some parts of life were starting to look up.
~Bitch’s Blog - On… Internet o.o~
Life is an emotional roller coaster. It has its up and downs and eventually the shitstorm clears enough so you can see again. Ever since Sunday night things are going back up hill, but for how long? I'm ecstatic that I won the championship that night. Almost on cloud nine considering I went out there and did what everyone told me I couldn't do.
‘You're too old.’
‘You're past your prime.’
‘You should retire, you just don't have it in you anymore.’
‘You're a tag team fighter, not a singles fighter.’
‘You're too much of an emotional mess to focus.’
The sad truth now is all you fuckers have to eat your words. Guess who won? Guess who has the Genesis Championship? All odds stacked against me and not a single one of you could take me down. I went out there and proved my point by doing what I always do. I put my all on the line and look what happened. This is what's coming at you again Trixie. One on fucking one this time. You want this title, you'll have to pry it from my cold dead fingers. My passion is alive, my speed is full throttle and my love is a driving force that can't be stopped.
As I told a friend recently, I fight because this profession is the only love I have that hasn't turned its back on me. I dare you to try to beat that kind of love out of me. I fucking welcome the efforts but at the end of the day you're going to lose. You can't kill what you don't even begin to compare to, in the words of Panic! At the Disco…
‘Heroes always get remembered
But you know legends never die.’
I'm a legend, I have the experience. I have the dedication, the drive, the passion, the fucking record. I feed on your doubt's and destroying your dreams. Any way you come at me you're going to fail. Want to bring in negativity? You fuel my fire. Want to bring in positivity, you fuel it that much more. There is no possible way for you to win this. Nothing you can do or say will change the outcome. I'm better in every sense of the word. I'm stronger than you… I'm faster than you… I have a stronger will than you do. While you bitch about me having your title I choose to live in the real world, the world where it's my title and you're the one that's fighting to earn it. Want to claim it? Stop bitching about it being yours and put the work into getting it back.
I’m done playing with all of you little bitches. You all wanted to bring out the monster in me and now that it’s flying high you’re all gonna be trying to find a way to contain it. No, it’s time I showed the world what I’m capable of. It’s time I shut all you fuckers up and do what I know I can do. All this is to most of you is a god damn game. Week after week I watch as soap opera drama unfolds and then watch as you all do nothing but blow it into a mess. When did this become about how much drama you could drum up and less about the actual skill and ability it requires? I mean, I know most of you lack the ability but this isn’t hiding it. Its making you all look sad… Weak.
There's queens and kings a dozen running around, tell me, when did this become a fucking Disney movie? There's a new batch of relationship drama on almost a weekly basis. When did this become a fucking episode of Days of Our Lives?
‘Well your relationship went to shit, must mean you're shit too.’
That's the standard now a days, when did this become a fucking reality show where we base the facts on what's going on in someone's person lives? The only thing I can hope for at this point is Trixie, while not so acquainted with reality, will at least have her head on enough to make this about what it actually is. Stepping into the ring and putting our asses on the line for something we want. Let me make something really clear though.
I don't need some bitch that fell short coming at me and claiming that the title around my waist is hers. I won it, I worked my ass off for it, it has my fucking name on it. Blair Kivistö, not Trixie. You better deal with that right fucking quick because it's staying around my goddamn waist as long as I can keep it there.
~Fin~
