♥ Orange is the New Pink [part II; joint w/ S. DeLise]
Jun 24, 2016 19:41:07 GMT
RSW Wrestling, Lord Blake, and 2 more like this
Post by Arianny DeLise on Jun 24, 2016 19:41:07 GMT
♥ Date Unknown - Chattanooga Police Department; Chattanooga, Tennessee
Visiting hour was in full swing and it was actually busier than usual inside the the women’s holding area of CPD for whatever reason. Annoying crying babies being held by fathers and grandparents filled the air with their horrendous cries and stupid laughs. It was enough to make even a sane person want to inflict massive amounts of damage onto an innocent being. And it was the very reason Arianny had been delaying her entrance inside the room. She actually had a visitor coming to see her today to discuss some business.
Thanks to a little email she had gotten a hold of a few days ago, Arianny's visitor was likely going to end up being her next employer. As she entered the room, Arianny took note of her surroundings. Mondae was sitting with father, Chris, and the two of them appeared to be in deep conversation. Harlow Winter, Arianny’s new friend from prison yoga class, was sitting at a small round table in the center of the room. Across from her was a man Arianny identified as Shawn DeLise.
Despite the fact she was in jail, Arianny’s attitude towards everything had not changed. Her lack of respect for Shawn had been the sole reason the man had been kept waiting because as usual, she had to make an entrance. Arianny had taken her time getting ready. The orange jumpsuit that clothed her body somehow looked fantastic on her slender figure. Her perfect blond hair was work loose and flowing over her shoulders. A small silver headband held her locks off her face and she was wearing a full face of makeup.
When you're Arianny Blake you still get spoiled no matter where you are.
She approached the table and nodded towards Harlow. The tall, gorgeous brunette gave Shawn DeLise a disgusted look. “You're a total pig,” she spat and walked off. Shawn watched her go, enjoying the sway of the other girl’s hips and shook his head. “Mmmmm. That one needs a good belting, right on her fucking bottom until she's crying and begging for it to stop.”
Arianny followed his gaze and watched Harlow round the corner until she was out of sight. It did not impress the princess that Shawn’s attention wasn't directly aimed at her. She snapped her fingers in front of the young RSW VP’s face to get his attention. “Excuse me, future paycheck. Your attention needs to be on me. I assume you’re here to discuss business with me.”
Shawn held up his finger to signal for silence, effectively hushing the former Deathcore Champion. “One second.” He scanned his surroundings, taking note of everything and everyone but the beautiful blond standing in front of him. “Business, boring business. Shit, look at this place. I bet all of these bitches are just starving in here - drooling for a nice, thick cock. They would take one look at me and be like ‘just give it to me.’ Fuck, man.”
It took him a moment, but he finally decided to acknowledge Arianny with a smirk. “So yes, business. I want to discuss a little deal with you.”
It took Arianny all of two seconds to decide that she hated Shawn DeLise. His pretty boy looks and expensive clothes reminded her of all the prep school boys she had been expected to date growing up. His entire demeanor was rich and arrogant, and rubbed her the wrong way. “Well please enlighten me.” She rolled the sleeves of her jumpsuit up and glanced at the Michael Kors watch on her wrist. “You have about two minutes before I'm bored and walk away.”
Shawn glanced down at his own watch, an obnoxious platinum and diamond Rolex, and watched the time slowly tick away. Arianny pursed her lips. Finally, he decided to speak. “Well, the good news is I don't need two minutes to grab your attention. I just need a few seconds.” He paused for another couple of seconds. “I know the name ‘Jack Owyns’ will spark your interest. And I also want to see my sister get hurt. Actually, no. I want to see Georgia get destroyed.”
Arianny sat down across from Shawn and folded her arms across her chest. Of course the name Jack Owyns got her attention. The man was the very definition of her dirty, horrendous, violent sexual fantasy. She kept her cool. “How’s his daughter?”
“Not dead,” Shawn quickly responded. His smile was about as warm as a bucket of ice. “It’s actually quite funny how I came to learn about you. Jack wants you and the other one, what's her name? Mondae? Dead. Like six feet under dead. It was his idea for me to seek the two of you out and sign you both to Ready Set Wrestle. Apparently he wants to keep the two of you close, real close. He rambled on about torturing you, among other things. Naturally, his hate made me curious and I started digging. You and your partner might be just what I need to bring my sister down.”
To hear that Jack wanted her close thrilled the teenager to no end. She didn't care what his motives were. But there was something else about Shawn’s spiel that stuck out to Ari. “Why should Money and I care about your sister? What does she have to do with us?”
“Nothing personally.” Shawn was very matter-of-fact about that. “But my issue with her boils down to the fact that my father, in a complete bullshit chain of events, gave my company to her. Joe DeLise is about to fucking croak any day now and he has given everything to my fucking sister.”
Shawn placed his elbows on the table and leaned in so he could bring the conversation down to a whisper.
“I heard what you two bitches did in Deathcore and I'm impressed. I think you two can help me eliminate my sister. You'll get paid quite well if you are up to the task. Of course that's assuming everything I've heard are rumors and made up fucking lies.”
Arianny fixed Shawn with a cold, ruthless stare. "If you think they're lies and rumors, then you don't do your homework very well. Clearly, Mondae and I are stuck in this shithole for a reason and I highly doubt it's because I have a few unpaid parking tickets back in New York. MacKenzie Owyns is lucky to be alive and the fact she actually is boils down to the fact I shouldn't have been so opposed to just killing the babysitter. Instead of just murdering her, I just choked her until she turned blue and left her there. My mistake. My brother, Mondae, and I don't enjoy failing at anything. It's not in our nature. It's not in our blood. Just how badly do you want your sister out of the picture?"
Shawn grinned and returned to a normal sitting position. "I want my sister out of the picture bad, and I'm ready to do what it takes. You probably don't have a fucking clue how rich my father is. His fortune makes the Blakes' look like a fucking spec. He dies and my sister is out of the equation, and all of it is mine. Do you understand? Like I said, I will make this worth your while, and if that's not good enough, then tell me what the fuck do you want? What would Mondae want?"
"What I want is for you to relax. I'm not turning down your offer. Unless you want to keep Loubies on my feet and designer dresses in my closet, I don't care about your money. But since you've asked what I want, there is something I want for Mondae. The night Gabe died, he was chased from the ring by Gavin Masterson's cronies. Ultimately they ended up murdering him. Instead of chasing after Gabe, Mondae stayed and sacrificed herself for me so I could win the Deathcore Championship. It was the most selfless thing I have ever seen and I want to return the favor. A title will never replace Gabe, but it will get gold around Mondae's waist. I want my bestie to have that. If you want Georgia dealt with Mean Girl Mafia style, then you'll make Money the number one contender to the RSW Championship and keep Jack Owyns at bay." This time it was Arianny who leaned forward to whisper, and she brought her face close to Shawn's. “Those are my terms, pretty boy.”
“Hmmm.” Shawn ran the ideas over in his head, thinking out each scenario. He smirked a disturbing smile as if playing an idea over in his head. "Now here I am, thinking you might look completely astonishing in Loubies and designer dresses. But do you know what would be even better than that? Loubies and dresses on the floor, right beside my bed. Catch my drift? Perhaps a little two-for-one deal. Think about it." He gave our princess a wink and an appreciative stare, then turned the conversation back to business. "Mondae as number one contender. Consider that done. That little whore could bring us some great press and exposure, and she is everything my sister fucking hates about this world. Now Jack, that fucker is a loose cannon. I can't make you any promises on that. You simply can't control that fucking idiot. Damn, you should of seen his manager. That was some twisted up shit there."
For the first time all conversation, Arianny showed some emotion. "What do you mean?" It was no secret that the devious Blake heiress had a soft spot for Jack's manager. "What happened to Oddball?"
“Looked like Jack took his face to a fucking meat grinder.” Shawn shook his head, trying to shake that nightmare thought from his brain. “Spat up my lunch that day; some nasty shit.”
Arianny legitimately cringed. She hated Jack in that moment. “You know there is something I personally want from you.” The princess touched her hands to the lapels of Shawn’s sports coat and brushed off some invisible lint. “You see I have unfinished business with Jack so I want him.” She smirked. “In the ring of course.”
Shawn gave her a long look, checking her over from what he could see. “Are you sure? You're like fucking tiny compared to him, and no offense, but I think he will fuck you right up.”
“Then it's a good thing I like it rough, isn't it?” She winked at Shawn and stood up from the table. “I want the match contract and Mondae’s contendership in writing before either of us sign with your company. Do your part and we will leave your sister in a pool of her own blood. Everything will be yours and The Mean Girls can have a home again. Do not fuck me over, Shawn. I want this done in the next twenty-four hours.”
“I bet you do like it fucking rough.” Shawn grinned and stood up from his seat at the table. “Done. Consider it a done deal, but on one fucking condition. I won’t fuck you over. And you and Money or Mondae, whatever you want to fucking call her, don't fuck me over. Don’t you dare fucking double cross me. Understood?” Shawn extended his hand. Arianny thought for a moment and then placed her small hand in his much larger one. “Yes, Sir. Understood.” She emphasized the word ‘Sir’ with the biggest dose of sarcasm she could muster.
“Good.” He tightly squeezed her hand. “Now for once be a fucking good girl and get yourself free from here. I expect you in San Fran as quickly as fucking possible. We have shit that needs to be done.” He released her hand, let his eyes linger over her for just a moment, then walked off.
Arianny watched him go, feeling like she had just made a deal with the devil. "You look like you're about vomit," Harlow remarked as she walked back up to Arianny. For once, Arianny looked a little unsure of herself. "I think I just sold my soul to that man, Lo. There aren't a lot of people who make me feel uneasy, but Shawn DeLise. I don't trust him."
Arianny didn't trust him at all.
/End.
Visiting hour was in full swing and it was actually busier than usual inside the the women’s holding area of CPD for whatever reason. Annoying crying babies being held by fathers and grandparents filled the air with their horrendous cries and stupid laughs. It was enough to make even a sane person want to inflict massive amounts of damage onto an innocent being. And it was the very reason Arianny had been delaying her entrance inside the room. She actually had a visitor coming to see her today to discuss some business.
Thanks to a little email she had gotten a hold of a few days ago, Arianny's visitor was likely going to end up being her next employer. As she entered the room, Arianny took note of her surroundings. Mondae was sitting with father, Chris, and the two of them appeared to be in deep conversation. Harlow Winter, Arianny’s new friend from prison yoga class, was sitting at a small round table in the center of the room. Across from her was a man Arianny identified as Shawn DeLise.
Despite the fact she was in jail, Arianny’s attitude towards everything had not changed. Her lack of respect for Shawn had been the sole reason the man had been kept waiting because as usual, she had to make an entrance. Arianny had taken her time getting ready. The orange jumpsuit that clothed her body somehow looked fantastic on her slender figure. Her perfect blond hair was work loose and flowing over her shoulders. A small silver headband held her locks off her face and she was wearing a full face of makeup.
When you're Arianny Blake you still get spoiled no matter where you are.
She approached the table and nodded towards Harlow. The tall, gorgeous brunette gave Shawn DeLise a disgusted look. “You're a total pig,” she spat and walked off. Shawn watched her go, enjoying the sway of the other girl’s hips and shook his head. “Mmmmm. That one needs a good belting, right on her fucking bottom until she's crying and begging for it to stop.”
Arianny followed his gaze and watched Harlow round the corner until she was out of sight. It did not impress the princess that Shawn’s attention wasn't directly aimed at her. She snapped her fingers in front of the young RSW VP’s face to get his attention. “Excuse me, future paycheck. Your attention needs to be on me. I assume you’re here to discuss business with me.”
Shawn held up his finger to signal for silence, effectively hushing the former Deathcore Champion. “One second.” He scanned his surroundings, taking note of everything and everyone but the beautiful blond standing in front of him. “Business, boring business. Shit, look at this place. I bet all of these bitches are just starving in here - drooling for a nice, thick cock. They would take one look at me and be like ‘just give it to me.’ Fuck, man.”
It took him a moment, but he finally decided to acknowledge Arianny with a smirk. “So yes, business. I want to discuss a little deal with you.”
It took Arianny all of two seconds to decide that she hated Shawn DeLise. His pretty boy looks and expensive clothes reminded her of all the prep school boys she had been expected to date growing up. His entire demeanor was rich and arrogant, and rubbed her the wrong way. “Well please enlighten me.” She rolled the sleeves of her jumpsuit up and glanced at the Michael Kors watch on her wrist. “You have about two minutes before I'm bored and walk away.”
Shawn glanced down at his own watch, an obnoxious platinum and diamond Rolex, and watched the time slowly tick away. Arianny pursed her lips. Finally, he decided to speak. “Well, the good news is I don't need two minutes to grab your attention. I just need a few seconds.” He paused for another couple of seconds. “I know the name ‘Jack Owyns’ will spark your interest. And I also want to see my sister get hurt. Actually, no. I want to see Georgia get destroyed.”
Arianny sat down across from Shawn and folded her arms across her chest. Of course the name Jack Owyns got her attention. The man was the very definition of her dirty, horrendous, violent sexual fantasy. She kept her cool. “How’s his daughter?”
“Not dead,” Shawn quickly responded. His smile was about as warm as a bucket of ice. “It’s actually quite funny how I came to learn about you. Jack wants you and the other one, what's her name? Mondae? Dead. Like six feet under dead. It was his idea for me to seek the two of you out and sign you both to Ready Set Wrestle. Apparently he wants to keep the two of you close, real close. He rambled on about torturing you, among other things. Naturally, his hate made me curious and I started digging. You and your partner might be just what I need to bring my sister down.”
To hear that Jack wanted her close thrilled the teenager to no end. She didn't care what his motives were. But there was something else about Shawn’s spiel that stuck out to Ari. “Why should Money and I care about your sister? What does she have to do with us?”
“Nothing personally.” Shawn was very matter-of-fact about that. “But my issue with her boils down to the fact that my father, in a complete bullshit chain of events, gave my company to her. Joe DeLise is about to fucking croak any day now and he has given everything to my fucking sister.”
Shawn placed his elbows on the table and leaned in so he could bring the conversation down to a whisper.
“I heard what you two bitches did in Deathcore and I'm impressed. I think you two can help me eliminate my sister. You'll get paid quite well if you are up to the task. Of course that's assuming everything I've heard are rumors and made up fucking lies.”
Arianny fixed Shawn with a cold, ruthless stare. "If you think they're lies and rumors, then you don't do your homework very well. Clearly, Mondae and I are stuck in this shithole for a reason and I highly doubt it's because I have a few unpaid parking tickets back in New York. MacKenzie Owyns is lucky to be alive and the fact she actually is boils down to the fact I shouldn't have been so opposed to just killing the babysitter. Instead of just murdering her, I just choked her until she turned blue and left her there. My mistake. My brother, Mondae, and I don't enjoy failing at anything. It's not in our nature. It's not in our blood. Just how badly do you want your sister out of the picture?"
Shawn grinned and returned to a normal sitting position. "I want my sister out of the picture bad, and I'm ready to do what it takes. You probably don't have a fucking clue how rich my father is. His fortune makes the Blakes' look like a fucking spec. He dies and my sister is out of the equation, and all of it is mine. Do you understand? Like I said, I will make this worth your while, and if that's not good enough, then tell me what the fuck do you want? What would Mondae want?"
"What I want is for you to relax. I'm not turning down your offer. Unless you want to keep Loubies on my feet and designer dresses in my closet, I don't care about your money. But since you've asked what I want, there is something I want for Mondae. The night Gabe died, he was chased from the ring by Gavin Masterson's cronies. Ultimately they ended up murdering him. Instead of chasing after Gabe, Mondae stayed and sacrificed herself for me so I could win the Deathcore Championship. It was the most selfless thing I have ever seen and I want to return the favor. A title will never replace Gabe, but it will get gold around Mondae's waist. I want my bestie to have that. If you want Georgia dealt with Mean Girl Mafia style, then you'll make Money the number one contender to the RSW Championship and keep Jack Owyns at bay." This time it was Arianny who leaned forward to whisper, and she brought her face close to Shawn's. “Those are my terms, pretty boy.”
“Hmmm.” Shawn ran the ideas over in his head, thinking out each scenario. He smirked a disturbing smile as if playing an idea over in his head. "Now here I am, thinking you might look completely astonishing in Loubies and designer dresses. But do you know what would be even better than that? Loubies and dresses on the floor, right beside my bed. Catch my drift? Perhaps a little two-for-one deal. Think about it." He gave our princess a wink and an appreciative stare, then turned the conversation back to business. "Mondae as number one contender. Consider that done. That little whore could bring us some great press and exposure, and she is everything my sister fucking hates about this world. Now Jack, that fucker is a loose cannon. I can't make you any promises on that. You simply can't control that fucking idiot. Damn, you should of seen his manager. That was some twisted up shit there."
For the first time all conversation, Arianny showed some emotion. "What do you mean?" It was no secret that the devious Blake heiress had a soft spot for Jack's manager. "What happened to Oddball?"
“Looked like Jack took his face to a fucking meat grinder.” Shawn shook his head, trying to shake that nightmare thought from his brain. “Spat up my lunch that day; some nasty shit.”
Arianny legitimately cringed. She hated Jack in that moment. “You know there is something I personally want from you.” The princess touched her hands to the lapels of Shawn’s sports coat and brushed off some invisible lint. “You see I have unfinished business with Jack so I want him.” She smirked. “In the ring of course.”
Shawn gave her a long look, checking her over from what he could see. “Are you sure? You're like fucking tiny compared to him, and no offense, but I think he will fuck you right up.”
“Then it's a good thing I like it rough, isn't it?” She winked at Shawn and stood up from the table. “I want the match contract and Mondae’s contendership in writing before either of us sign with your company. Do your part and we will leave your sister in a pool of her own blood. Everything will be yours and The Mean Girls can have a home again. Do not fuck me over, Shawn. I want this done in the next twenty-four hours.”
“I bet you do like it fucking rough.” Shawn grinned and stood up from his seat at the table. “Done. Consider it a done deal, but on one fucking condition. I won’t fuck you over. And you and Money or Mondae, whatever you want to fucking call her, don't fuck me over. Don’t you dare fucking double cross me. Understood?” Shawn extended his hand. Arianny thought for a moment and then placed her small hand in his much larger one. “Yes, Sir. Understood.” She emphasized the word ‘Sir’ with the biggest dose of sarcasm she could muster.
“Good.” He tightly squeezed her hand. “Now for once be a fucking good girl and get yourself free from here. I expect you in San Fran as quickly as fucking possible. We have shit that needs to be done.” He released her hand, let his eyes linger over her for just a moment, then walked off.
Arianny watched him go, feeling like she had just made a deal with the devil. "You look like you're about vomit," Harlow remarked as she walked back up to Arianny. For once, Arianny looked a little unsure of herself. "I think I just sold my soul to that man, Lo. There aren't a lot of people who make me feel uneasy, but Shawn DeLise. I don't trust him."
Arianny didn't trust him at all.
/End.
