♥ Orange is the New Pink [part I]

[Arianny DeLise]

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♥ Present Day - Blake Sports Management Company; Manhattan, New York

“I just don't know where we went wrong.”

Andrew Blake sounded like a broken man. The billionaire sports agent was sitting behind his massive mahogany desk with his face buried in his hands. Across from him, with a crystal tumbler full of whiskey in her perfectly manicured hand, was Katt Carter. Unlike her husband, she didn’t look broken. In fact, she just seemed bored.

“Refusing to let me get an abortion is where you went wrong. Serves you right that your daughter is a raging psychopath. The minute Dallas followed her out with his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck I knew Marina was a product of Satan.” Katt swirled the beautiful amber liquid around in her glass before taking a dainty sip. “Not to mentioned both of them nearly made me bleed to death and ruined my wrestling career.”

Katt was bitter and one thing the former undefeated superstar never did was hide her feelings. She tossed back the bitter whiskey, downed the foul smelling liquid, and sauntered towards the fully stocked bar Andrew forced his secretary his keep up as part of her job duties. Andrew watched his wife pour herself another glass and shook his head. Katt Carter never seemed to age despite the fact that drinking and drugs had been more of a mainstay in her life than Andrew had. He found himself more attracted to her than ever before; nasty attitude about Marina aside.

“My entire career is ruined,” Andrew remarked and stood up. His expensive suit jacket was draped over the back of his leather chair. “No professional athlete wants their career managed by someone who can't even keep their teenage daughter under control.”

“I guess you should have paid more attention to your daughter then. Instead, you picked that very moment to launch your bastard’s career,” Katt touched the glass to her perfect lips and cast Andrew a dark look. “That’s not gone well either, has it?”

Their voices trailed off because standing outside the door to Andrew’s office were Dallas and Frederik (the hairdresser obvi). Frederik glanced at his lover and raised an eyebrow. “Did she just say…”

Dallas clenched his jaw and decided that going through that door wasn't something he was particularly interested in. Motioning for Frederik to follow, they hurried towards the elevators. Once they were safely inside and descending down to the lobby, Dallas spoke. “Mother fucker. Arianny was right.”

“About?”

Dallas clenched his fists to his aides and cracked his knuckles against his thighs. “Elijah.”

Frederik didn't follow. He gave Dallas a helpless look.

“Eli is our brother.” Dallas’ voice was flat. “He’s the first born.”

“So like that means…”

Frederik trailed off because Dallas shot him a murderous look.

“Ahhhhh. You're not really your father’s heir. Oh dear. Like actually, that completely sucks…”

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♥ Present Day - Chattanooga Police Department; Chattanooga, Tennessee

“Tell me Blake, why in the hell do you keep ending up down here in solitary confinement?”

The amused voice of 26-year old police officer, Brian Holland, seemed truly curious. He was standing inside a dark, barely used 6x9 (maybe, who really cares about measurements…) prison cell. It was literally big enough for a small cot and toilet, and seemingly hadn't been used in ages. There wasn't any light except for a small slivers of light that peaked through a rather pathetic looking window that was probably more for decor than anything else.

Sprawled across the cot in nothing more than a pair of virgin white lace panties that tied with satin ribbons at the hip and matching bra, was Arianny Blake. The beautiful blond heroine of the story was looking up at Officer Holland with lust filled eyes. Very sweetly, she held her hands out and got to her knees. “Because I'm bad. I think you need to handcuff me.”

She raked her tongue across her lips and Officer Holland jerked her firmly against his body. Ari’s arms wrapped around him and he brought his mouth down on hers. Arianny put everything she had into kissing the handsome young officer back and it wasn’t long before she pulled him down on top of her. Her legs wrapped around his back, his lips went to her neck, and a devious little smirked spread across the face of the princess as Officer Holland started clawing at her bra.

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♥ About an hour later…

Arianny took a small, jeweled compact out of her Louis Vuitton bag and ran a fresh coat of MAC lipglass over her pouty, swollen lips. Her sinful lingerie had been replaced with a bright orange prison jumpsuit that somehow managed to look flawless on her slender figure. Beside her, Officer Holland was zipping up his pants and buckling his belt. “Wow….”

That was truly all he could manage to say. Arianny pursed her lips together, made sure her gloss was absolutely perfect, and snapped the compact closed. She glanced at the wedding ring on Officer Holland’s left hand and gave him a sly look. “I take it your wife must be incredibly boring in bed.”

He actually blushed. “She never even lets me slap her ass.”

Arianny curled her lips into a sad, little pout and reached for Officer Holland. He took her hand and sat down beside her on the bed. Leaning towards his ear, Arianny brushed her lips against his neck and let out a breathy little moan. “If you keep all of this up, I’ll let you do more than just slap my ass…”

Officer Holland’s eyes widened and Arianny nipped at his earlobe before pulling away. “Phone,” she demanded and held out her hand. Holland quickly reached for the bag of items he had brought with him and pulled out two identical iPhones. Arianny pocketed the one with the black skull and crossbones case, then switched on the other one. That one had a glittery pink case and no doubt was stolen from evidence by stupid Officer Holland. When Arianny’s phone came to life, the 18-year old’s face brightened. Thousands of text messages, missed calls, and emails came flooding in and Arianny settled back against the concrete wall of the cell. She forgot all about Officer Holland who had moved to the doorway.

“So ummm,” he cleared his throat and Arianny rolled her eyes. “You know I have to leave you down here for at least twenty-three more hours….”

To get herself brought to solitary confinement, Arianny had accidentally on purpose ran into the former queen bee of cell-block seven with a metal nail file. Of course, the former queen had previously been overthrown by The Mean Girls, so it had really just been a case of adding insult to injury.

“Did you bring the portable charger and Macbook?”

“They’re in the bag.”

“Then I’m sure I’ll survive. You can go now.” Arianny waved her hand at Holland as if he were nothing more than a peasant and the man gave her a longing look. When he finally left, he softly shut the heavy iron door behind him and Arianny didn’t even flinch when she heard him locking her inside the tiny little cell.

“Boring,” she murmured as she scrolled through her email. “Even more boring…”

She stopped on one dated the day she got arrested, June 5th, 2016. It was from someone named Shawn DeLise. It wasn’t a name she necessarily recognized, but the subject line is what caught her eye.

‘Deathcore’s Champ, I Have An Offer For You.’

Having turned down several conjugal visits from Dick Fusco in the past couple of weeks, Arianny was well aware that her home had closed and she was jobless. She was also well aware that she and Mondae had been banned from nearly every professional wrestling organization in North America. Her father had pointed that out to her on his only visit to see her so far. So this email from this Shawn DeLise person was very interesting. After a moment, she composed her reply to him.

Mr. Delise,

First, my apologies for taking my time in getting back to you. As you probably know by now, Mondae Chaos and myself are currently in jail for crimes that we apparently participated in when we had a mental breakdown over Gabe McKearns’ death. I’m sure you are still interested in both of us and quite frankly, I may be interested in hearing what you have to offer us. They have no evidence to hold us here in jail forever, so if you’d like to come and meet me, visiting hours are on Sunday. See you soon!

Ready. Set. Wrestle. It sounded interesting. Completely cheesy, but interesting nonetheless. Arianny opened her safari browser on her phone and began typing the name ‘DeLise’ into Google.

“May as well use this time wisely,” she grinned to no one other than herself.

/end scene.