Post by Blair Kivisto on Jun 27, 2017 21:03:26 GMT -5
“So, I’ve been doing some thinking lately… and I’m ready to admit everything…”
The view opens up to show Blair Kivisto, lounging back on a chair in her backyard. She was wearing a dark blue bikini, it was pretty clear she had been swimming considering there was little dots of water on her skin and her hair was wet.
“Thinking about the match coming up against Mason, I’m scared. I mean… how could they pit me against this beast of a man? He weighs almost double what I weigh. Lord knows what kind of enhancement drugs he’s taking. He probably has a pill or needle for everything he could possibly need. Roids, penis enlargement, tan in a can, supplemental protein meals… aka, more roids cleverly disguised as something else, vitamin A, B, D, G, F, Y… you know all this shit that totally makes this whole situation uneven.”
It was hard to tell if Blair was being serious or not at this point, her facial expression was pretty well hidden.
“He’s so unique, so talented, such a perfect specimen… and then you have me. Just an ordinary woman, with a semi decent body. Well, I mean not bad for popping out three kids and for being thirty-four… but still. I’m so weak, so fragile… How I even got this title, to begin with, is shocking to me. I talk better than I fight, ignore the fact that I took Mason out to get this title originally, ignore the fact that when I originally lost this belt it was due to a dirty tactic being used, ignore that last woman standing match… It all means nothing because somehow, someway, I made miracles happen. It’s not like I’ve been fighting for over fourteen years or anything. Lord knows I have no title reigns under my belt… and jesus fuck, we all know I’ve never held a world title. Nope… I haven’t done anything and now I’m being tossed to the wolves because of it.”
The Number One Bitch poked out her lower lip, pouting at the camera.
“I’m just a poor innocent small woman… The only way I’m going to win this is if I cheat to pull it off. It’s not like I’ve ever shown a detest for those methods or anything… right, Trixie? It’s something I would totally do. Just grab a chair and smack him over the head with it… That might just be my only chance. Look at this Adonis--”
Stopping herself right there Blair made a gagging noise, quickly placing a hand over her mouth and using her other to hold up a finger to the camera as if to say give me a minute. After a few heaves, she shook her head and lowered her hand.
“Yeah, not even I could go that far but you know what? I think I got my point across there and in case your dumbass still needs it explained… HALF THE TIME I’M NOT SERIOUS! We're wrestlers, the message doesn't have to be a serious one to get the point across. You know what I've always found gets the point across better? My fist to someone's face, giving someone a ride on the B.L.A.I.R. Express… Kneeing a motherfucker between the eyes and pinning them for a three count. That's how you should be making your statements. We are fucking wrestlers after all.”
Blair sat up in her seat, staring directly at the camera, her typical cocky smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
“I can get on camera and say whatever the fuck I want about any of you. I can get on camera and blast that Mason is a roidhead. Does it mean I believe it? Does it mean I'm serious? Does it mean I shouldn't walk into that match ready for the fight of my life? Abso-fucking-lutely not. The fact is, Mason doesn't know what I'm doing off camera to prepare, just like I don't know what he's doing. Do I think there's more than enough of his type in this business? Fuck yeah, I do and I bet you he's gonna think that argument is so good that the dumbass will try to throw it back at me. Here’s the thing though… I don’t really give a damn what he’s going to say about me. I’m not going to let people get into my head because I know better than that. There’s really, only a few subjects anyone can try to fire at me to get me heated and I’m not about to let that be known… and before Mason tries to shoot at the most obvious ones, no, it’s not my relationship history. Remember people, Aquarian women are emotionally detached.”
She let out a bit of a laugh before glancing to something off camera, seeming to get a bit distracted by whatever she saw for a minute.
“Oh...my…damn…”
She licked over her lower lip before seeming to realize the camera was still on her, looking back at it like a deer caught in the headlights for a split second before shaking the cobwebs from her head.
“Sorry about that… I saw something I want more than I want to sit here and waste pointless words on Mason. Let’s face it after I dropped the facade he stopped paying attention anyways. We only listen to what we want to and that usually translates into what we can use to make someone look like a villain. So… having said that… Mason, I wish you the best of luck, really, I do. I mean, it would really suck to fuck over your third chance like you did your last two. There may be no bouncing back from that, it might spell the end of your career… Especially considering what a shit fighter and champion I am but remember, at the end of the day, who’s the one with the Genesis Championship and who’s the one that’s been craving it for the last few months? Just think about that for a bit… Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some…”
She glanced back over to whatever took her attention previously.
“Important business to attend to…”
A smile broke out on her lips before she bit down on her lower lip as the scene faded out to black.
~Fin~
