Post by Blair Kivisto on Jun 4, 2017 20:50:34 GMT -5
~THE HAIR! - Off Camera: 06/03/2017 SideNote: Co-written With Adrien's Handler~
When you need a caffeine boost there is only one place to go… Dutch Brothers, but considering Blair was stuck in Toronto until after WrestleForce she had to work with what was there. The coffee shop of choice was a Starbucks, much to her displeasure. She was sitting at one of the tables outside, a cigarette between her fingers and a Venti Java Chip Frap sitting in front of her, waiting for her company to arrive.
Her look of choice today was casual, a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a Blaqk Audio t-shirt, her green hair pulled back into a high ponytail to keep it out of her face. Occasionally her eyes would scan around on the people walking past.
“What do you mean it’s against company policy?! So let me get this straight, you have to use those bags right there but you can’t use this one?! I tell you what, just go forward with my order and for him, just give me some hot water and a few packs of sugar and I WILL put the damn tea bag in there my damn self!”
“Eddie, it isn’t THAT big of a deal. I can tolerate their tea for this trip.”
Hearing the little bit of commotion Blair looked over noticing a gentleman wearing a big black shirt with an octopus on it. His dark hair was spiked up very carefully, adding another couple of inches to his height. Standing next to him was a much more famous person: the blonde hair creeping through the black hat and the plaid green long sleeve shirt was a dead giveaway. Tempted to sit and watch the scene unfold a bit more she shook her head and laughed a bit, standing up from her seat, grabbing her coffee and heading over to them.
“Are you seriously yelling about tea right now?”
The quickly rising manager shakes his head before rolling his eyes and grabbing the cup of coffee he ordered for himself.
“Well, this guy here doesn’t like the tea that Starbucks uses. Says it tastes like it was bagged with cigarette ashes and bay leaves.”
“Hey, I didn’t say those exact words!”
“Something to that effect. I have his brand of tea right here and I was literally offering the seventeen year old behind the counter a ten buck tip if he just used that one instead. You can’t say I don’t try to do what I can for my clients and this one here was the first one I’ve had.”
The former #FSociety Champion quickly changes the subject before giving a toothy smile.
“But it’s good to see you, Blair! I think this is the first time in person, right?”
Looking between both Eddie and Adrien for a moment she shook her head, laughing slightly.
“Yeah, first time. Unless you want to count the rare few times that I’d happen to catch a glimpse at one of the #FSociety shows. It also doesn’t help that I rarely go out much these days.”
Cochrane replies with a warm smile at his new friend.
“Well, seems like most of the places I go to is either my training facility, the grocery store, the recording studio, or someplace I’m taking Stacy...who I still want you to meet one of these days!”
“We’ll see.”
Walker ushers Cochrane to the same table Blair was sitting at moments ago. He takes a seat across from Blair, who returns to her original seat. Eddie pulls up a chair and sits on the end of the table between them.
“Anyway, I’m not the biggest fan of this place so let’s get through with some of the business we came to do. Miss Kiv...I mean, Blair, do you have any questions about what is going to occur in this partnership with me and such?”
“Well honestly, I’ve gotten extremely use to handling all my business over the years. Never really considering hiring anyone to do it for me. So basically, I’m probably going to need to know where to let up the reigns at for you.”
Walker takes a gulp of his coffee before smiling at his potential client.
“Well, I’ll be as involved as you want me to be. I have very few clients that ask a whole lot of me, sometimes it’s just handling their contracts and trying to squeeze out as many dollars from management as possible. Which as soon as this deal goes forward, I do want to make sure I get some provisions in there to make sure situations like what happened with your ex-husband isn’t going to occur like that. I had a similar one in blondie’s contract here at #FSociety where they could fire him but they would have to pay out the remaining wages of his contract as if he wrestled the entire time. Chris Night did NOT like that.”
“He’s usually really good about putting some ‘just in case’ stuff in contracts.”
“Of my other eleven clients, I’ve only really done something on camera for three of them. I book a lot of the travel arrangements for a handful of them. You don’t have to use me as much as Adrien does for me to be effective though. You just want me to get you paid, protected, and give you a little pep talk when you need one, I’m still pretty damn good at those.”
Taking all the information in she leaned back in her chair.
“Okay, well my biggest headache is definitely the contracts, if you can do travel arrangements I’m willing to give that up too. I mean, a lot of the business side prevents me from spending time with my babies. Not to mention I’m worried about Devlin so extra insurance there wouldn’t hurt, pretty sure I’ve been trying his patience a lot lately.”
Leaning forward again she flashed a slightly devious grin.
“I’m a pain in the ass when it comes to most authority figures, anyone in charge usually becomes someone I can’t help but clash with at some point.”
“So is he. Nice guy, he may be. But if he disagrees with what’s going on somewhere, he will fight like there’s tomorrow to fix the wrongs he sees. How many times have we had to use situations like that to keep your behind employed again?”
Adrien scoffs at Eddie’s insinuation that he starts trouble everywhere he goes.
“Only twice.”
Walker rolls his eyes before continuing.
“Either way, he has a tendency to start becoming a little freedom fighter so I’m used to having to work around having some ownership not exactly liking my client.”
“Then you should have no problem handling my contracts… but this only happens if you hold up your end of this deal.”
Blair grinned, winking at Eddie. He lowers his eyelids a little bit.
“It’s in the managerial agreement I drew up here. Unlimited hair access for Blair. I will charge you the same I charge the other nine clients I have not named Adrien. A small minimum or percentage of the wages from wrestling, fifteen to be exact. Don’t worry, I’m not charging Adrien less, I’m charging him more.”
“Well from what you said he’s more to handle, I’d hope you were but either way it sounds good to me. Plus, this is probably going to make my life a lot easier… do you babysit too?”
Not being able to help but throw a little joke in at the end, she laughed slightly.
“My wife is an elementary school teacher, and I do have a son. But I severely doubt you’re going to want to transport them all the way down to Slidell, Louisiana just for babysitting purposes. And at that point, my wife might charge you.”
This time, Eddie is the one laughing.
“Oh yeah, no, definitely a horrible idea then. Besides, I’m sure Joey’s unemployed ass has that covered anyways.”
Walker takes a few papers out his bag and places it on the table. It’s not nearly as long as a wrestling contract since it’s a lot less formal of an agreement than getting in the ring and risking yourself to being injured. Eddie then leans his head in Blair’s direction.
“Go ahead. Do your worst.”
At this point, the Dropkick King has his iPhone out, ready to capture the event for his own enjoyment. Without hesitation Blair reached her hand out, patting Eddie on the head a few times before ending with making sure to toss his hair around a bit.
“See… could have all been prevented if you guys didn’t tell me I couldn’t do it. I’m happy now.”
“He’ll be fine. He just got a pretty big client out of the deal. It’s worth it to him.”
“Just sign on the line there…”
Looking down at the papers that were set in front of her she grabbed a pen and after a careful scan she signed her name. The three of them continued to talk after business, taking a few moments to just banter after all the business discussion was over.
~Bitter? Ha… - On Camera~
The scene fades into a rather nice hotel room balcony in Toronto. Blair Kivisto being the person that the camera's view came onto. She was sitting down in one of the chairs, smoking a cancer stick. Her upper half was covered by a #Believe shirt, a bit of a shout out to her new friend Adrien Cochrane. Her lower half covered by a pair of black skinny jeans.
“Is it bitter to believe in myself to the point where I know damn well I can do this without… say… holding someone’s tights for a three count? Trixie is constantly boasting about making the title better, making it something to seek and yet, she can’t win it fair and square from me?”
“I see the truth behind your eyes, Trixie. You used most of the very rare time we saw you complaining about this match, saying you won't lose this title, even that cute little quip at the end that you actually looked up so you could speak it in my own tongue. You know I’m going to tear you apart. You can’t deflect what I see in your eyes, what I can tell by looking at social media. You really don’t do well at showing you care as much as you say and when you do, you go out of the way to prove that you’re the greatest shit ever… You know what I’ve spent the last two weeks viewing?”
“A lack of a presence from your side. How do you plan on bringing that title up to its former glory when you can’t even be fucked to make yourself visible until the very last minute? How is it possible that we're supposed to believe you’ll be a fighting champion when you have your toes in so many different pools… I’m shocked as shit you knew what show you were fighting for here.”
“My point is, you can’t last minute promotion for matches and expect anyone to really give a fuck about what you say. You can barely show any kind of presence on social media and expect people to treat you like the best thing in the world… Are you really even putting any effort into this? Are you really even trying your best or are you just hoping that you can figure out some kind of way to take me down this time using nothing but your wit.”
A devious smile crosses Blair’s lips as she takes a hit off her cigarette.
“You’re fucked, Trixie. Everyone knows it, you can’t beat me at my own game. The only kind of match I excel more in is a street fight. This is my element… this is what I’ve spent over 14 years perfecting. I only get matches like this one when I really don’t give a fuck about the person standing on the other side of the ring… So let’s get honest with you here. You want to go after a chair? Go for it… see what happens because while your eyes are off me so you can get that chair I’ll be coming up behind you. Be careful going for weapons Trixie, you may think I’m down and out and next thing you know… You’re turning around to a Bitch Slap right in the jaw. I’m going to make you bleed, I’m going to make you scream in pain, I’m going to make you work your fucking ass off to the point where you might not even make your next match. To the point where you might just fade off to the shadows when you’re hit with the sudden realization of how crappy you are compared to ‘BitterBlair’. Let me leave you with this one warning… You’ll be lucky to walk out of that ring… best of luck, sweetheart.
Blair flicked what was left of her cigarette at the camera as the scene faded out to black.
~Fin~
When you need a caffeine boost there is only one place to go… Dutch Brothers, but considering Blair was stuck in Toronto until after WrestleForce she had to work with what was there. The coffee shop of choice was a Starbucks, much to her displeasure. She was sitting at one of the tables outside, a cigarette between her fingers and a Venti Java Chip Frap sitting in front of her, waiting for her company to arrive.
Her look of choice today was casual, a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a Blaqk Audio t-shirt, her green hair pulled back into a high ponytail to keep it out of her face. Occasionally her eyes would scan around on the people walking past.
“What do you mean it’s against company policy?! So let me get this straight, you have to use those bags right there but you can’t use this one?! I tell you what, just go forward with my order and for him, just give me some hot water and a few packs of sugar and I WILL put the damn tea bag in there my damn self!”
“Eddie, it isn’t THAT big of a deal. I can tolerate their tea for this trip.”
Hearing the little bit of commotion Blair looked over noticing a gentleman wearing a big black shirt with an octopus on it. His dark hair was spiked up very carefully, adding another couple of inches to his height. Standing next to him was a much more famous person: the blonde hair creeping through the black hat and the plaid green long sleeve shirt was a dead giveaway. Tempted to sit and watch the scene unfold a bit more she shook her head and laughed a bit, standing up from her seat, grabbing her coffee and heading over to them.
“Are you seriously yelling about tea right now?”
The quickly rising manager shakes his head before rolling his eyes and grabbing the cup of coffee he ordered for himself.
“Well, this guy here doesn’t like the tea that Starbucks uses. Says it tastes like it was bagged with cigarette ashes and bay leaves.”
“Hey, I didn’t say those exact words!”
“Something to that effect. I have his brand of tea right here and I was literally offering the seventeen year old behind the counter a ten buck tip if he just used that one instead. You can’t say I don’t try to do what I can for my clients and this one here was the first one I’ve had.”
The former #FSociety Champion quickly changes the subject before giving a toothy smile.
“But it’s good to see you, Blair! I think this is the first time in person, right?”
Looking between both Eddie and Adrien for a moment she shook her head, laughing slightly.
“Yeah, first time. Unless you want to count the rare few times that I’d happen to catch a glimpse at one of the #FSociety shows. It also doesn’t help that I rarely go out much these days.”
Cochrane replies with a warm smile at his new friend.
“Well, seems like most of the places I go to is either my training facility, the grocery store, the recording studio, or someplace I’m taking Stacy...who I still want you to meet one of these days!”
“We’ll see.”
Walker ushers Cochrane to the same table Blair was sitting at moments ago. He takes a seat across from Blair, who returns to her original seat. Eddie pulls up a chair and sits on the end of the table between them.
“Anyway, I’m not the biggest fan of this place so let’s get through with some of the business we came to do. Miss Kiv...I mean, Blair, do you have any questions about what is going to occur in this partnership with me and such?”
“Well honestly, I’ve gotten extremely use to handling all my business over the years. Never really considering hiring anyone to do it for me. So basically, I’m probably going to need to know where to let up the reigns at for you.”
Walker takes a gulp of his coffee before smiling at his potential client.
“Well, I’ll be as involved as you want me to be. I have very few clients that ask a whole lot of me, sometimes it’s just handling their contracts and trying to squeeze out as many dollars from management as possible. Which as soon as this deal goes forward, I do want to make sure I get some provisions in there to make sure situations like what happened with your ex-husband isn’t going to occur like that. I had a similar one in blondie’s contract here at #FSociety where they could fire him but they would have to pay out the remaining wages of his contract as if he wrestled the entire time. Chris Night did NOT like that.”
“He’s usually really good about putting some ‘just in case’ stuff in contracts.”
“Of my other eleven clients, I’ve only really done something on camera for three of them. I book a lot of the travel arrangements for a handful of them. You don’t have to use me as much as Adrien does for me to be effective though. You just want me to get you paid, protected, and give you a little pep talk when you need one, I’m still pretty damn good at those.”
Taking all the information in she leaned back in her chair.
“Okay, well my biggest headache is definitely the contracts, if you can do travel arrangements I’m willing to give that up too. I mean, a lot of the business side prevents me from spending time with my babies. Not to mention I’m worried about Devlin so extra insurance there wouldn’t hurt, pretty sure I’ve been trying his patience a lot lately.”
Leaning forward again she flashed a slightly devious grin.
“I’m a pain in the ass when it comes to most authority figures, anyone in charge usually becomes someone I can’t help but clash with at some point.”
“So is he. Nice guy, he may be. But if he disagrees with what’s going on somewhere, he will fight like there’s tomorrow to fix the wrongs he sees. How many times have we had to use situations like that to keep your behind employed again?”
Adrien scoffs at Eddie’s insinuation that he starts trouble everywhere he goes.
“Only twice.”
Walker rolls his eyes before continuing.
“Either way, he has a tendency to start becoming a little freedom fighter so I’m used to having to work around having some ownership not exactly liking my client.”
“Then you should have no problem handling my contracts… but this only happens if you hold up your end of this deal.”
Blair grinned, winking at Eddie. He lowers his eyelids a little bit.
“It’s in the managerial agreement I drew up here. Unlimited hair access for Blair. I will charge you the same I charge the other nine clients I have not named Adrien. A small minimum or percentage of the wages from wrestling, fifteen to be exact. Don’t worry, I’m not charging Adrien less, I’m charging him more.”
“Well from what you said he’s more to handle, I’d hope you were but either way it sounds good to me. Plus, this is probably going to make my life a lot easier… do you babysit too?”
Not being able to help but throw a little joke in at the end, she laughed slightly.
“My wife is an elementary school teacher, and I do have a son. But I severely doubt you’re going to want to transport them all the way down to Slidell, Louisiana just for babysitting purposes. And at that point, my wife might charge you.”
This time, Eddie is the one laughing.
“Oh yeah, no, definitely a horrible idea then. Besides, I’m sure Joey’s unemployed ass has that covered anyways.”
Walker takes a few papers out his bag and places it on the table. It’s not nearly as long as a wrestling contract since it’s a lot less formal of an agreement than getting in the ring and risking yourself to being injured. Eddie then leans his head in Blair’s direction.
“Go ahead. Do your worst.”
At this point, the Dropkick King has his iPhone out, ready to capture the event for his own enjoyment. Without hesitation Blair reached her hand out, patting Eddie on the head a few times before ending with making sure to toss his hair around a bit.
“See… could have all been prevented if you guys didn’t tell me I couldn’t do it. I’m happy now.”
“He’ll be fine. He just got a pretty big client out of the deal. It’s worth it to him.”
“Just sign on the line there…”
Looking down at the papers that were set in front of her she grabbed a pen and after a careful scan she signed her name. The three of them continued to talk after business, taking a few moments to just banter after all the business discussion was over.
~Bitter? Ha… - On Camera~
The scene fades into a rather nice hotel room balcony in Toronto. Blair Kivisto being the person that the camera's view came onto. She was sitting down in one of the chairs, smoking a cancer stick. Her upper half was covered by a #Believe shirt, a bit of a shout out to her new friend Adrien Cochrane. Her lower half covered by a pair of black skinny jeans.
“Is it bitter to believe in myself to the point where I know damn well I can do this without… say… holding someone’s tights for a three count? Trixie is constantly boasting about making the title better, making it something to seek and yet, she can’t win it fair and square from me?”
“I see the truth behind your eyes, Trixie. You used most of the very rare time we saw you complaining about this match, saying you won't lose this title, even that cute little quip at the end that you actually looked up so you could speak it in my own tongue. You know I’m going to tear you apart. You can’t deflect what I see in your eyes, what I can tell by looking at social media. You really don’t do well at showing you care as much as you say and when you do, you go out of the way to prove that you’re the greatest shit ever… You know what I’ve spent the last two weeks viewing?”
“A lack of a presence from your side. How do you plan on bringing that title up to its former glory when you can’t even be fucked to make yourself visible until the very last minute? How is it possible that we're supposed to believe you’ll be a fighting champion when you have your toes in so many different pools… I’m shocked as shit you knew what show you were fighting for here.”
“My point is, you can’t last minute promotion for matches and expect anyone to really give a fuck about what you say. You can barely show any kind of presence on social media and expect people to treat you like the best thing in the world… Are you really even putting any effort into this? Are you really even trying your best or are you just hoping that you can figure out some kind of way to take me down this time using nothing but your wit.”
A devious smile crosses Blair’s lips as she takes a hit off her cigarette.
“You’re fucked, Trixie. Everyone knows it, you can’t beat me at my own game. The only kind of match I excel more in is a street fight. This is my element… this is what I’ve spent over 14 years perfecting. I only get matches like this one when I really don’t give a fuck about the person standing on the other side of the ring… So let’s get honest with you here. You want to go after a chair? Go for it… see what happens because while your eyes are off me so you can get that chair I’ll be coming up behind you. Be careful going for weapons Trixie, you may think I’m down and out and next thing you know… You’re turning around to a Bitch Slap right in the jaw. I’m going to make you bleed, I’m going to make you scream in pain, I’m going to make you work your fucking ass off to the point where you might not even make your next match. To the point where you might just fade off to the shadows when you’re hit with the sudden realization of how crappy you are compared to ‘BitterBlair’. Let me leave you with this one warning… You’ll be lucky to walk out of that ring… best of luck, sweetheart.
Blair flicked what was left of her cigarette at the camera as the scene faded out to black.
~Fin~
