Post by Blair Kivisto on Mar 29, 2017 23:12:52 GMT -5
~Misinformation - On Camera~
The scene opened up inside a pub, Blair Laroux sitting at the bar top with an Angry Orchard in hand and her gaze focused on the camera. A bit of a knowing glance came to her face as she started to speak.
“I always found it funny when people would say one thing then do another. It's the main reason I don't get close to people in this business. Looking over the recent happenings it's nice to see that Gavin is still the same old person he used to be.”
“Working so hard to get a rise out of me after trying to make it up to me for that little match interference. Why even care? Why try to make it up if he was so sure we would have lost anyways? It's funny how he tells me not to talk about NGW or IPW because it was a year ago and yet on his glorious debut he goes out of his way to fuck with people he's faced in the past? He's coming back to reclaim his throne? You mean the throne you had over six months ago in NGW?”
The Number One Bitch rolled her eyes at the camera before continuing.
“And yet I'm the one living in the past? That makes a whole lot of sense doesn't it? I'm here, teaming with Joey for the sheer fact of stepping out of my comfort zone. I've done singles competition. I've been to the top and had my run there but in order to keep the motivation, you need to do something new. Contrary to what the great Gavin Grimes thinks it's been pretty successful so far. My ‘fail team’ has been dominating this tag division but I guess I'm at my worst teaming with my ex-husband. Goddamn thank you for informing me of that, I wouldn't have ever noticed if you hadn't pointed that out Gav.”
“Let's face it, I don't need to bring up IPW or NGW. Unless I wanted to speak on the last time Gavin Grimes was actually relevant but why do that? It'd stroke an already inflated ego based on information from the past. You go on about why you joined FSociety and what you had to do there. Your reasonings behind it and yet the one you missed was getting your name back into the someone to watch category. Whereas I tend to ignore the fact that I was ever there, why? Because it's not important, it doesn't matter here. This is Redemption Wrestling motherfucker, no one gives two fucks about anywhere else you went to.”
Leaning back in her seat she took a long drink from her bottle before letting out a sigh.
“Look, I’m just here to fact check a good bit of shit you said. Like the fact that you’re completely discrediting what I’ve done in Redemption since getting here. Like the fact that on February 26th, in Nagoya, Japan me and my tag partner, that makes me shit, won a match involving four other tag teams. Or how about Ultimate Resolve in Tokyo where we ended up beating the team we were facing there. That’s already two wins and you can add at least one more from a house show… I’m energized Gavin, I’m not going downhill and my current performances more than proves that.”
“Then again I don’t expect much notice on that part from a guy that tells me I was fire in IPW, I really hate to do this but here goes. I was shit in IPW. I won a total of three or four matches, fighting on a weekly basis for damn near six months. There was nothing ‘fire’ about me in IPW and if you think so you’re fuckin dumb. But I get it ‘boo’, you want to discredit me here. Probably pissed off that I wouldn’t accept any kind of half assed apology from you about that DDT.”
Pausing for a moment she pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, taking a single cancer stick out of the pack and placing it between her lips. Grabbing a lighter she lit the smoke and inhaled deeply before pulling it away from her lips and releasing the smoke from her lungs.
“Fact of the matter is, it’s business, Gavin. If you come down to interfere in one of my matches I’m going to go after you. You’re going to do what you gotta do to get me off your ass. The reason I wasn’t going to accept you making up for it was simple… You don’t drop someone on their ass and fucking try to make it up to them after because you ‘like’ them, you fucking moron. Thing is, if I don’t have a problem with you outside the ring, what you do in it isn’t going to affect me on a personal level but if you want it to I guess we can arrange that. No skin off my nose.”
Finishing off that bottle of Angry Orchard she placed it back on the bartop before taking another hit off her cigarette, ashing it as she exhaled the smoke from her lungs.
“The only right thing you said was about me not being the same competitor I was before. Even though you meant that as more of an insult than anything else you were partially right. In my time off I had some moments of reflection and realized I was doing things wrong. While you have stayed the same for the most part I’ve changed, my style has changed, the way I fight has changed. I went back to my roots, to the shit I was the strongest at and so far it’s worked. I don’t need Joey to take you out, Gavin. I don’t need any tricks or illusions. I can still be just as strong in singles competition as I can be in tag, the only real difference is, until now, I had no reason to go one on one. So please, baby boy, keep yapping, keep spreading lies about the false son arriving. Keep trying to down who I am and the threat I pose to your start. Keep trying to convince me I’m shit and while you’re wasting time talking about all that I’ll be waiting to bring it right to your face at Glory, or hell, in the form of a knee between the eyes to add insult to injury.”
She took one last hit of that cigarette before flicking it at the camera, the scene fading to black after the cherry of that cigarette hit the lens of the camera.
~The Devil Himself - Off Camera~
I shook my head a bit taking my phone back from the bartender that was kind enough to help me shoot my video.
“Thanks, can I get another angry orchard?”
“No problem Blair.”
He reached into the cooler behind the bar and pulled out my next drink, placing it in front of me as I looked down at the bartop gaming machine. Reaching into my back pocket I pulled out my wallet and grabbed a twenty from it. Putting it into the machine after deciding to gamble a bit.
My mind was going over everything that had happened over the past few days. The shit at Glory, the drinks with my brother that almost ended in him and Xavier having it out, the fact that my oldest son was currently shipped off to his dad's for a whole week causing my house to seem empty. A sigh broke through my thoughts as I idly pushed the repeat bet button on that machine, not really even paying attention to whether I was winning or not.
“Oh look what I found.”
A male voice came from behind me causing a shiver to run down my spine as I recognized the holder of said voice. Almost instantly I tensed up, not wanting to move, a bit of anger flaring behind the look on my face.
“Get the fuck away.”
My voice took on a very rare serious tone, one mixed with a bit of anger.
“That's not a very nice thing to say to the brother you never see.”
I cringed as I felt the man get closer to me, clutching the neck of my drinks bottle. My body prepared to exchange blows if need be. Clearly he wasn't going to go away and it wasn't a figment of my imagination. I slowly turned in my seat, seeing him come into view as I did. My expression went from angry to a cold glare.
“What are you doing here Jason? Do you have a death wish?”
He let out a low chuckle at my words, moving forward this fucker had the audacity to sit down next to me.
“Now now sis, does it look like I'm going to cause any kind of harm? I heard my siblings were having a gathering and I wasn't invited. It hurt my feelings.”
His words were laced with sarcasm as he spoke.
“I didn't realize we were required to invite the asshole that tried to end me. Last I checked you threw away the Kivistö name… Or did we all just disown you, Acid Piss?”
The mention of that name caused him to sneer at me.
“You're lucky this is a public place with too many witnesses, little girl.”
“Why's that? Afraid of what I'd do to you? If I remember right I damn near ended your career last time. Want to relive those days?”
“Are you itching to get burned again?”
It was my turn to sneer at him.
“I didn’t think so. Besides, you seem to be doing well for yourself these days Blair.”
“And you had nothing to do with it.”
I flashed him a smirk, hoping this would all go away, that maybe this was just some fucked up dream.
“Considering what I’ve seen in the wrestling world you really can’t say that now can you? Who was it that brought you into the profession? Who was it that trained you? I swear, I know the answer to that question. The name is right on the tip of my tongue.”
“Who was it that abandoned us? Who was it that decided to actually come after me? I owe you nothing. We owe you nothing and you have no fucking right to come in here and try to take credit for anything. Go crawl back into the hole you crawled out of, no one wants you here.”
I stood up from my seat, placing some money down on the bartop as payment for my drinks before turning to walk away. Before I could even get two steps I felt a hand wrap around my wrist and hold me back.
“I don’t think it’d be wise for you to walk out of here. You see, out those doors waits a dark night, not nearly as many witnesses and a great opportunity for me.”
I forcefully pulled my arm away from him, looking back at him with my eyes narrowed showing that I wasn’t afraid of whatever he was threatening to do to me.
“I fucking dare you… Swing at me, jump me, but if you do you better fucking pray that you kill me. If you don’t it’s not only me that’ll be coming after you.”
I took a few steps toward him, looking him dead in the eyes.
“I’m not afraid of you, Jason. I haven’t been for a very long time and considering those facts it’d be best for you to sink back, enjoy a drink or two and leave this city. Keep in mind the only reason your disappearing act has worked this long is because I haven’t wanted to waste the resources in finding you. I’m at a point in my life where you don’t mean shit to me. You aren’t my brother, you aren’t the person that brought me into fighting, you AREN’T anyone to be threatened by. What you are is basically a new version of our father. The only difference between now and then is the fact that we’ve all grown up, learned how to handle ourselves and someone like you won't be able to put us down.”
Leaning a bit closer to him, face to face with this asshole, I let a bit of a twisted smirk cross my lips.
“If you come near me again, if you try to threaten my family, if you so much as step foot back in Vegas… What I’ll do to you will make what I did to you years ago look like a slap on the wrist.”
Standing back up straight I turned to walk away, this time he didn’t stop me but before I got too far I looked back over my shoulder at him.
“One more thing, the brother you speak of and claim to be died years ago.”
After saying those words I took the final few steps to the door of that establishment, making my way out of them and into the cold night air. Almost instantly I took a deep breath as I walked to my car and unlocked it. Climbing into the driver's seat my mind raced over what had just happened, my eyes not being able to help looking to the rearview mirror to see if he had followed me out. Not seeing him coming out I started my engine and drove out of there as quickly as I could, having a sudden urge to get as far away as I possibly could.
~Fin~
The scene opened up inside a pub, Blair Laroux sitting at the bar top with an Angry Orchard in hand and her gaze focused on the camera. A bit of a knowing glance came to her face as she started to speak.
“I always found it funny when people would say one thing then do another. It's the main reason I don't get close to people in this business. Looking over the recent happenings it's nice to see that Gavin is still the same old person he used to be.”
“Working so hard to get a rise out of me after trying to make it up to me for that little match interference. Why even care? Why try to make it up if he was so sure we would have lost anyways? It's funny how he tells me not to talk about NGW or IPW because it was a year ago and yet on his glorious debut he goes out of his way to fuck with people he's faced in the past? He's coming back to reclaim his throne? You mean the throne you had over six months ago in NGW?”
The Number One Bitch rolled her eyes at the camera before continuing.
“And yet I'm the one living in the past? That makes a whole lot of sense doesn't it? I'm here, teaming with Joey for the sheer fact of stepping out of my comfort zone. I've done singles competition. I've been to the top and had my run there but in order to keep the motivation, you need to do something new. Contrary to what the great Gavin Grimes thinks it's been pretty successful so far. My ‘fail team’ has been dominating this tag division but I guess I'm at my worst teaming with my ex-husband. Goddamn thank you for informing me of that, I wouldn't have ever noticed if you hadn't pointed that out Gav.”
“Let's face it, I don't need to bring up IPW or NGW. Unless I wanted to speak on the last time Gavin Grimes was actually relevant but why do that? It'd stroke an already inflated ego based on information from the past. You go on about why you joined FSociety and what you had to do there. Your reasonings behind it and yet the one you missed was getting your name back into the someone to watch category. Whereas I tend to ignore the fact that I was ever there, why? Because it's not important, it doesn't matter here. This is Redemption Wrestling motherfucker, no one gives two fucks about anywhere else you went to.”
Leaning back in her seat she took a long drink from her bottle before letting out a sigh.
“Look, I’m just here to fact check a good bit of shit you said. Like the fact that you’re completely discrediting what I’ve done in Redemption since getting here. Like the fact that on February 26th, in Nagoya, Japan me and my tag partner, that makes me shit, won a match involving four other tag teams. Or how about Ultimate Resolve in Tokyo where we ended up beating the team we were facing there. That’s already two wins and you can add at least one more from a house show… I’m energized Gavin, I’m not going downhill and my current performances more than proves that.”
“Then again I don’t expect much notice on that part from a guy that tells me I was fire in IPW, I really hate to do this but here goes. I was shit in IPW. I won a total of three or four matches, fighting on a weekly basis for damn near six months. There was nothing ‘fire’ about me in IPW and if you think so you’re fuckin dumb. But I get it ‘boo’, you want to discredit me here. Probably pissed off that I wouldn’t accept any kind of half assed apology from you about that DDT.”
Pausing for a moment she pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, taking a single cancer stick out of the pack and placing it between her lips. Grabbing a lighter she lit the smoke and inhaled deeply before pulling it away from her lips and releasing the smoke from her lungs.
“Fact of the matter is, it’s business, Gavin. If you come down to interfere in one of my matches I’m going to go after you. You’re going to do what you gotta do to get me off your ass. The reason I wasn’t going to accept you making up for it was simple… You don’t drop someone on their ass and fucking try to make it up to them after because you ‘like’ them, you fucking moron. Thing is, if I don’t have a problem with you outside the ring, what you do in it isn’t going to affect me on a personal level but if you want it to I guess we can arrange that. No skin off my nose.”
Finishing off that bottle of Angry Orchard she placed it back on the bartop before taking another hit off her cigarette, ashing it as she exhaled the smoke from her lungs.
“The only right thing you said was about me not being the same competitor I was before. Even though you meant that as more of an insult than anything else you were partially right. In my time off I had some moments of reflection and realized I was doing things wrong. While you have stayed the same for the most part I’ve changed, my style has changed, the way I fight has changed. I went back to my roots, to the shit I was the strongest at and so far it’s worked. I don’t need Joey to take you out, Gavin. I don’t need any tricks or illusions. I can still be just as strong in singles competition as I can be in tag, the only real difference is, until now, I had no reason to go one on one. So please, baby boy, keep yapping, keep spreading lies about the false son arriving. Keep trying to down who I am and the threat I pose to your start. Keep trying to convince me I’m shit and while you’re wasting time talking about all that I’ll be waiting to bring it right to your face at Glory, or hell, in the form of a knee between the eyes to add insult to injury.”
She took one last hit of that cigarette before flicking it at the camera, the scene fading to black after the cherry of that cigarette hit the lens of the camera.
~The Devil Himself - Off Camera~
I shook my head a bit taking my phone back from the bartender that was kind enough to help me shoot my video.
“Thanks, can I get another angry orchard?”
“No problem Blair.”
He reached into the cooler behind the bar and pulled out my next drink, placing it in front of me as I looked down at the bartop gaming machine. Reaching into my back pocket I pulled out my wallet and grabbed a twenty from it. Putting it into the machine after deciding to gamble a bit.
My mind was going over everything that had happened over the past few days. The shit at Glory, the drinks with my brother that almost ended in him and Xavier having it out, the fact that my oldest son was currently shipped off to his dad's for a whole week causing my house to seem empty. A sigh broke through my thoughts as I idly pushed the repeat bet button on that machine, not really even paying attention to whether I was winning or not.
“Oh look what I found.”
A male voice came from behind me causing a shiver to run down my spine as I recognized the holder of said voice. Almost instantly I tensed up, not wanting to move, a bit of anger flaring behind the look on my face.
“Get the fuck away.”
My voice took on a very rare serious tone, one mixed with a bit of anger.
“That's not a very nice thing to say to the brother you never see.”
I cringed as I felt the man get closer to me, clutching the neck of my drinks bottle. My body prepared to exchange blows if need be. Clearly he wasn't going to go away and it wasn't a figment of my imagination. I slowly turned in my seat, seeing him come into view as I did. My expression went from angry to a cold glare.
“What are you doing here Jason? Do you have a death wish?”
He let out a low chuckle at my words, moving forward this fucker had the audacity to sit down next to me.
“Now now sis, does it look like I'm going to cause any kind of harm? I heard my siblings were having a gathering and I wasn't invited. It hurt my feelings.”
His words were laced with sarcasm as he spoke.
“I didn't realize we were required to invite the asshole that tried to end me. Last I checked you threw away the Kivistö name… Or did we all just disown you, Acid Piss?”
The mention of that name caused him to sneer at me.
“You're lucky this is a public place with too many witnesses, little girl.”
“Why's that? Afraid of what I'd do to you? If I remember right I damn near ended your career last time. Want to relive those days?”
“Are you itching to get burned again?”
It was my turn to sneer at him.
“I didn’t think so. Besides, you seem to be doing well for yourself these days Blair.”
“And you had nothing to do with it.”
I flashed him a smirk, hoping this would all go away, that maybe this was just some fucked up dream.
“Considering what I’ve seen in the wrestling world you really can’t say that now can you? Who was it that brought you into the profession? Who was it that trained you? I swear, I know the answer to that question. The name is right on the tip of my tongue.”
“Who was it that abandoned us? Who was it that decided to actually come after me? I owe you nothing. We owe you nothing and you have no fucking right to come in here and try to take credit for anything. Go crawl back into the hole you crawled out of, no one wants you here.”
I stood up from my seat, placing some money down on the bartop as payment for my drinks before turning to walk away. Before I could even get two steps I felt a hand wrap around my wrist and hold me back.
“I don’t think it’d be wise for you to walk out of here. You see, out those doors waits a dark night, not nearly as many witnesses and a great opportunity for me.”
I forcefully pulled my arm away from him, looking back at him with my eyes narrowed showing that I wasn’t afraid of whatever he was threatening to do to me.
“I fucking dare you… Swing at me, jump me, but if you do you better fucking pray that you kill me. If you don’t it’s not only me that’ll be coming after you.”
I took a few steps toward him, looking him dead in the eyes.
“I’m not afraid of you, Jason. I haven’t been for a very long time and considering those facts it’d be best for you to sink back, enjoy a drink or two and leave this city. Keep in mind the only reason your disappearing act has worked this long is because I haven’t wanted to waste the resources in finding you. I’m at a point in my life where you don’t mean shit to me. You aren’t my brother, you aren’t the person that brought me into fighting, you AREN’T anyone to be threatened by. What you are is basically a new version of our father. The only difference between now and then is the fact that we’ve all grown up, learned how to handle ourselves and someone like you won't be able to put us down.”
Leaning a bit closer to him, face to face with this asshole, I let a bit of a twisted smirk cross my lips.
“If you come near me again, if you try to threaten my family, if you so much as step foot back in Vegas… What I’ll do to you will make what I did to you years ago look like a slap on the wrist.”
Standing back up straight I turned to walk away, this time he didn’t stop me but before I got too far I looked back over my shoulder at him.
“One more thing, the brother you speak of and claim to be died years ago.”
After saying those words I took the final few steps to the door of that establishment, making my way out of them and into the cold night air. Almost instantly I took a deep breath as I walked to my car and unlocked it. Climbing into the driver's seat my mind raced over what had just happened, my eyes not being able to help looking to the rearview mirror to see if he had followed me out. Not seeing him coming out I started my engine and drove out of there as quickly as I could, having a sudden urge to get as far away as I possibly could.
~Fin~
