Post by Blair Kivisto on Jun 6, 2017 0:13:20 GMT -5
~Helsinki is Home, But Sometimes Home Isn’t Problem Free: Off Camera~
Helsinki, Finland. The place I was born and raised… I guess you can call it. Having a little business to attend to here I found myself on a plane the day after WrestleForce. It wasn't the easiest thing for me to do considering I was in pain from my match if I had things my way I would have stayed in Toronto for at least another two days.
But no, instead here I was, sitting in the middle of the living room of what used to be my house before the divorce from Joseph. Thank god for being on good terms with that ex, allows me to share my home with him. Besides, this house isn't used all that much anyways. It's mostly used when I need to get away for a bit.
The front door opened up causing my gaze to shift to it just as my twin brother walked in. I flashed Blain a smile as he shut the door behind him and moved to sit in one of the chairs next to the couch.
“What's up bro?”
“Not much really. I've been noticing a few things here and there lately though. So maybe I should ask you what's up?”
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him as he continued to look at me with a serious expression. The be completely honest there are things I don't even like to discuss with the closest people in my life. Granted, I share almost everything with my brother, after the divorce from Xavier we had a bit of a… Fight…
“About the same, you know, traveling… Fighting. I got a manager to help myself out with time restrictions a bit so I can spend more time with my family. Not to mention I just got that Genesis Championship back.”
“Yeah, your career seems to be taking off lately. I'm a bit worried about you though after you and Xavier split you fell pretty far… Then all of a sudden you shot back up, focused on Redemption and now you're signed to DARC and PGW too? You could be taking on too much here sis. I don't want to see you crash and burn trying to keep up with it all.”
I shook my head slightly.
“Blain, I'm good. For the first time in a long time, my fire is burning brightly. The passion is alive, I can handle this. I'm not going to crumble.”
Blain sighed softly, leaning back in his chair.
“Yeah, I'm sure you're good and everything but after last night's fight? Are you really ready to hit the ring again on Thursday? We're not as young as we use to be Blair. Your knees aren't as strong as they use to be. I don't want to see you get hurt.”
“Blain… I've been a trained fighter for almost fifteen years. Getting hurt is in the job description and you're a bit late to start protesting it now. I wouldn't have taken on the extra workload if I didn't think I could handle it. For the most part, all of my matches are singles, no special rules. I've switched back to my original style which is a lot safer for my weak areas, I've taken all the precautions to ensure I'll be as close to safe as I can be, considering what I do. Drop it.”
“Fine… But that's just one of the things.”
I couldn't help the aggravated sigh that slipped out as he said that.
“What Blain?”
“Your boyfriend.”
“Firstly, I don't use the term boyfriend, its juvenile. I'm thirty-four years old, not sixteen. Secondly, there is absolutely nothing we need to discuss about my man.”
Blain arched an eyebrow at my defensive tone but he couldn't really blame me for my response to him.
“Not even the fact that he seems possessive? The fact that he doesn't exactly seem like the type to make good choices? You can't blame me for being worried about the guy, especially when you haven't really told me shit about it. Like you're keeping it to yourself for now. You tell me about everything.”
“You're right, I did tell you about everything until that one night you showed up, not long after me and Xavier split, just to tell me I told you so. You remember that right? The night I snapped and beat the shit out of you.“
I leaned forward, my gaze on my brother becoming intense.
“I don't need your approval on what I do. After Xavier, I definitely don't need you up in my business about my relationships. You're going to be quiet as a fucking mouse to this one. Not a goddamn insult, not a goddamn word. Checking up on me is fine but anything more is overstepping unless you want to taste my fist again. Be happy that I'm happy and if shit goes south, be there for me to help me pick the pieces up. Other than that I don't need the constant input. Understood?”
Blain looked taken back a moment at the venom that laced a few of my words. I was sick of this argument with him though. Thinking it over for a few minutes he stood up from his chair, towering above me.
“After everything I've done for this family, after everything I've done to ensure yours, Court's and Angel's safety… This is how you're going to act now?”
“All you ever did was put a bullet in a man’s head. How much longer do we have to praise you for that? That doesn’t mean I’m going to end things with someone just because you don’t like the vibe you get from them.”
I stood up from my spot, toe to toe with my brother, feeling my anger start to rise.
“In your mind, there is no fucking pleasing you with any kind of personal choices I make because no matter what I do the guy standing by me isn’t going to be Joey. Let’s face it, that’s the only one you’ve ever approved of and you NEED to let it go. At least one of your sisters married the for sure win in your book, be happy with that. Be happy that I’m here today, that I’m not fucking dead. My personal life is not for you to dictate nor am I going to put up with it.”
Taking a deep breath I tried to control myself, clenching my fists, trying to hold onto as much resistance as possible. If looks could kill I know my brother would be dead right now.
“Get the fuck out of my house.”
The words flowed out in an eerily hushed tone, showing the control I was holding onto but still managing to cut like a sharp knife as they pierced his ears.
“Blair…”
“No!”
As soon as he tried to say my name my anger flared, causing that yell to escape.
“I said, get the fuck out! No more discussion, no more trying to reason with me. I need you to go before I do something I can’t take back.”
One last breath and I managed to piece together the only words I could in that moment.
“Mene. Nyt.”
His eyes grew a bit wide as he heard what I said, a sigh of defeat following as he backed away from me and started toward the door. I could feel my body starting to loosen up the further away he got from me but before he left out the door he turned back and looked at me, sadness showing in his eyes.
“Mitä on tapahtunut sinulle?”
Shaking his head once more he left through the front door, closing it behind him. A frustrated sigh slipped past my lips as I brought a hand up and ran it through my hair, holding it there for a while as I sunk back into my seat on the couch. Taking a few moments to calm down I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and started to send off a text.
~Here We Go Again: On Camera~
“WrestleForce ended up going off better than I had planned…”
The scene cut in to show Blair Kivisto, sitting outside on a large wooden deck, surrounded by forest, her Genesis Championship laying over her lap. The Number One Bitch was shooting from her home on the outskirts of Helsinki, Finland. A bit of relaxation time needed.
“Then Redemption dropped the card for Glory and I got a pretty pleasant surprise. Once again, I find myself fighting Trixie for MY Genesis Championship. Now see, I faintly remember Trixie calling me bitter for demanding my rematch against her. I remember her saying something about how she shouldn’t have to fight me again because she already beat me once. By her logic, I guess this match shouldn’t happen right? Someone else should get a shot at the gold around my waist but no. That’s not how it’s going at all is it?”
A smirk tugged at Blair’s lips.
“It’s alright with me though if we’re being completely honest. This is where me and Trixie differ, I have enough confidence in myself and my abilities to not try to bitch myself out of a title defense. I don’t have the same sense of self-entitlement as she possesses. What I mean by that is I’m going to welcome any challenger with open arms, you want some, come get some. If I don’t feel you deserve it that’s not going to change the fact that you got it. That right there already makes me a better champion than Trixie could ever hope to be. That right there makes me the best holder for this title.”
Blair looked down at the title over her legs, placing her hand on it with a proud smile.
“I’m better in every sense of the word than you could ever hope to be Trixie. I proved it at WrestleForce, you proved it yourself when you beat me the Glory before by using less than agreeable means, and I proved it in that fatal four-way match when I kneed Mason Moore between the fucking eyes and got the last goddamn pin. Our last three matches have already shown who the better one is. Each one I defeated you in a new way and this won’t be any different. The end result will be one of two things, either I’ll beat you and put you out like the little bitch you are or another cheat will be overlooked so you can reclaim something you don’t deserve. Something you aren’t capable of bringing any honor to… Something that you’ll lose 14 days later all over again in the next defense.”
Looking back up to the camera Blair licked over her bottom lip.
“The thing here is… I’m not going to give you the option of an easy out. We all know you didn’t want that match at WrestleForce because you were scared… of me… of what I could do to you… for good reason clearly, and to think, that wasn’t even the worst of what I’m capable of. I can do a lot of damage with weapons, don’t get me wrong, but I can do a lot of damage without them as well… Please, sweetheart, come at me with your self-entitled attitude. Come at me saying you’re better than me, come at me with your delusions of this being your title. The only thing you can say in this case and not turn out as a fucking hypocrite is ‘Blair shouldn’t have to do this because she already beat me’. Anything else you can say at this point is just you, changing your own thought process on how things work because hey… this situation is great for you. At the end of the day though, it’s great for me too. I wouldn’t mind finishing the job I started, to begin with. See you in two weeks at Glory, where I’m gonna show you, for the last time, how its fucking done.”
Blair looked back down at the title resting on her lap, a grin coming to her lips as the scene faded out to black.
~Fin~
