Post by Blair Kivisto on May 22, 2017 20:02:31 GMT -5
“Let’s do a little recap of what led us up to this point shall we?”
The scene fades in to show Blair Kivisto, still standing outside the Belle Center in Montreal. The show had been over for an hour or so, people already cleared out, but she had shit to say and wasn’t going to wait.
“As everyone saw tonight, back in that arena, a new champion was crowned. Was it a worthy champion? Not in the slightest. Bitch decided to hold my tights in order to get the Genesis Championship. The same bitch had the gall to think considering she already beat me, fairly or not, that she shouldn’t have to face me again. I think the real reason for that attitude is because of what I did… What I set up.”
Blair licked over her bottom lip, grinning a bit at the camera.
“I’m not one of those people that are just going to sit back and go okay, well I lost this, let me just let it go and work my way back up. No, I’m the type of person that’s going to look at losing something unjustly and say something about it right away. I shouldn’t have to earn my way back to it, I shouldn’t have to prove what I already fucking did and you’re damn right I’m going to scream it from the rooftops. So I got Devlin’s little ass out there and made him rebook it but this time… ohhh this time…”
That grin turned into a devious one, clearly Blair was enjoying this.
“Last Woman Standing… the only way to win is by knocking your opponent the fuck out. Now Blair, why would you do something like that? Simply put, I’m going to fucking destroy her. I’m going to make sure there’s no way for her to pull any kind of tricks like she did last time and Devlin, of course, jumped all over it. Why wouldn’t he? He knows what will make money. He knows who the most valuable people in the company are. Why in the fuck do you think he didn’t fire me? He could have very easily broke that contract. Very easily he could have got me the fuck out if he wanted me out. The problem is, he’s done nothing but show just how valuable I am to this place. Little does he know the control is in my hands. Not even his fucktoy has that kind of power over him. How does it feel to know that your man thinks I’m more of a win to have around than you, Trixie? He thinks you have this but deep down inside he knows you won't be the same after this match.”
Her features twisted a bit as she went on, seeming to be excited by the thought.
“You know you won't be the same after this match. That’s pretty clear by the fact that you don’t want it… ‘I already beat her, I don’t have to do it again’ is the perfect example of a pussy move. It translates to ‘Oh god please don’t do this to me, she’ll take a lot more than my belt’, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to take that belt back, I’m going to take any sense of pride you have in yourself, I’m going to take every little ounce of dignity you have left in you, probably not much left there but still. I’m going to make sure that when I’m done with you there’s nothing left to send back to Devlin. You fucked with the wrong goddamn person this time little bitch. Every ounce of your being will continue to feel how many different ways I’m going to fuck you up until the lights go out and Trixie is no more. You’ll have nightmares that’ll cause you to lose sleep, you’ll have to find solace in pain pills to veer off the hurt your bones will constantly be in, every time you close your eyes you’ll see me, standing over you holding that Genesis Championship that you love oh so much. Your life is going to become hell. I’m going to fucking haunt you and while you crumble under the weight of it all I won't be the one looking back on it, I’ll be too focused on my future to even consider you a blip on my damn radar and it’s going to kill you on the inside… You’ll try to latch on but the fact of the matter is, after this point, you’ll no longer be important, but my name will be everywhere.”
Blair shook her head a bit.
“To make it easier for you to understand Trixie, you're trash, you holding that title is trash and a lot like trash I'm going to toss you out at WrestleForce. Enjoy being the Genesis Champion for the next two weeks, it's not going to last any longer than that, I fucking promise you.”
Something off to the side caught Blair's attention, the camera panning to show Isaac standing nearby, a couple bottles of vodka in his hands. Panning back to Blair she had a bit of a smirk on her face.
“WrestleForce is approaching, the clock is ticking away… Before you know it, it'll be here and you'll be laying on your back in that ring, a broken woman… Not even Devlin can save you this time Trixie… And Devlin, don't worry. I only get drunk after the shows now, so if you’re banking on me showing up plastered so you can try to pull some kind of shady shit to help your cum dumpster out you’re going to be disappointed. Now if you'll excuse me, it seems I have someone waiting for me.”
The camera followed Blair as she walked over to where Isaac was. As she got to him he handed her one of the bottles, letting her take it before he put his arm over her shoulder and the pair walked off.
~Fin~
The scene fades in to show Blair Kivisto, still standing outside the Belle Center in Montreal. The show had been over for an hour or so, people already cleared out, but she had shit to say and wasn’t going to wait.
“As everyone saw tonight, back in that arena, a new champion was crowned. Was it a worthy champion? Not in the slightest. Bitch decided to hold my tights in order to get the Genesis Championship. The same bitch had the gall to think considering she already beat me, fairly or not, that she shouldn’t have to face me again. I think the real reason for that attitude is because of what I did… What I set up.”
Blair licked over her bottom lip, grinning a bit at the camera.
“I’m not one of those people that are just going to sit back and go okay, well I lost this, let me just let it go and work my way back up. No, I’m the type of person that’s going to look at losing something unjustly and say something about it right away. I shouldn’t have to earn my way back to it, I shouldn’t have to prove what I already fucking did and you’re damn right I’m going to scream it from the rooftops. So I got Devlin’s little ass out there and made him rebook it but this time… ohhh this time…”
That grin turned into a devious one, clearly Blair was enjoying this.
“Last Woman Standing… the only way to win is by knocking your opponent the fuck out. Now Blair, why would you do something like that? Simply put, I’m going to fucking destroy her. I’m going to make sure there’s no way for her to pull any kind of tricks like she did last time and Devlin, of course, jumped all over it. Why wouldn’t he? He knows what will make money. He knows who the most valuable people in the company are. Why in the fuck do you think he didn’t fire me? He could have very easily broke that contract. Very easily he could have got me the fuck out if he wanted me out. The problem is, he’s done nothing but show just how valuable I am to this place. Little does he know the control is in my hands. Not even his fucktoy has that kind of power over him. How does it feel to know that your man thinks I’m more of a win to have around than you, Trixie? He thinks you have this but deep down inside he knows you won't be the same after this match.”
Her features twisted a bit as she went on, seeming to be excited by the thought.
“You know you won't be the same after this match. That’s pretty clear by the fact that you don’t want it… ‘I already beat her, I don’t have to do it again’ is the perfect example of a pussy move. It translates to ‘Oh god please don’t do this to me, she’ll take a lot more than my belt’, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to take that belt back, I’m going to take any sense of pride you have in yourself, I’m going to take every little ounce of dignity you have left in you, probably not much left there but still. I’m going to make sure that when I’m done with you there’s nothing left to send back to Devlin. You fucked with the wrong goddamn person this time little bitch. Every ounce of your being will continue to feel how many different ways I’m going to fuck you up until the lights go out and Trixie is no more. You’ll have nightmares that’ll cause you to lose sleep, you’ll have to find solace in pain pills to veer off the hurt your bones will constantly be in, every time you close your eyes you’ll see me, standing over you holding that Genesis Championship that you love oh so much. Your life is going to become hell. I’m going to fucking haunt you and while you crumble under the weight of it all I won't be the one looking back on it, I’ll be too focused on my future to even consider you a blip on my damn radar and it’s going to kill you on the inside… You’ll try to latch on but the fact of the matter is, after this point, you’ll no longer be important, but my name will be everywhere.”
Blair shook her head a bit.
“To make it easier for you to understand Trixie, you're trash, you holding that title is trash and a lot like trash I'm going to toss you out at WrestleForce. Enjoy being the Genesis Champion for the next two weeks, it's not going to last any longer than that, I fucking promise you.”
Something off to the side caught Blair's attention, the camera panning to show Isaac standing nearby, a couple bottles of vodka in his hands. Panning back to Blair she had a bit of a smirk on her face.
“WrestleForce is approaching, the clock is ticking away… Before you know it, it'll be here and you'll be laying on your back in that ring, a broken woman… Not even Devlin can save you this time Trixie… And Devlin, don't worry. I only get drunk after the shows now, so if you’re banking on me showing up plastered so you can try to pull some kind of shady shit to help your cum dumpster out you’re going to be disappointed. Now if you'll excuse me, it seems I have someone waiting for me.”
The camera followed Blair as she walked over to where Isaac was. As she got to him he handed her one of the bottles, letting her take it before he put his arm over her shoulder and the pair walked off.
~Fin~
