♥ Satan Gains A Princess [Vendetta Aftermath]

[Arianny DeLise]

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♥ June 30th, 2016 (After Vendetta Has Concluded) - The Arena; San Francisco, California

The day had already been shit for Arianny Blake and the ending of Vendetta had just been the icing on the bitterest cake. The revelation that Georgia DeLise and Jack Owyns were working together sent all kinds of awful thoughts running through the teenager’s irrational mind. As far as Arianny Blake was concerned, Jack Owyns was the love of her life.

Whether or not he knew that, remained to be seen.

She was fuming that Georgia was working with him. Literally, she was seeing red. Of all the stupid, frustrating, and horrendous things that could have possibly happened, Jack fucking Georgia to create some anti-Mean Girl alliance, was the LAST thing Arianny would have predicted.

Gone was the numbness she had experienced after being left penniless earlier that day. Gone was the adrenaline rush of being in front of a live crowd. All that Arianny felt at the moment was rage. In fact, she kind of wanted to kill someone.

Her victim was about to be the so-called new boyfriend. Arianny wasn’t even about to touch that little inconvenience with a 10-foot pole. It was 2016. Arranged relationships did not work in this century. The beautiful blond was just livid at the moment. Unknown to Arianny, Shawn DeLise was also angry. In fact, he was pacing around in his office, his knuckles a bloody mess. Shawn had smashed his fist right into the wall, repeatedly, thanks to the actions of his bitch sister and Jack.

His feelings mattered very little to our princess. In fact, she didn’t even bother to knock on his door. Arianny barged in, all fire and attitude, and slammed the door shut behind her. “What fresh hell was that?!”

Shawn stopped dead in his tracks and whirled around. “Who the fuck do you think you are right now?! You don’t just barge into my office!”

“Well as of two hours ago, I am apparently your girlfriend. First of all, what kind of archaic bullshit is that? And secondly, how dare you lure me and the rest of MGM here to this shithole company under false pretenses? A better question is who the fuck do you think you are?”

Arianny did not mince her words and her voice was loud. She was holding in her hands what used to be the Deathcore Championship. Her new tag team championship belt was quickly hurled in Shawn’s direction and had the 25-year old not ducked, it would have knocked him flat out.

Shawn blinked. In a flash he closed the distance between the two of them, kicked his door shut, and forced the raging blond back against it. Arianny went to push him back but he grabbed her delicate wrists and forced them above her head.

“Who the fuck do I think I am?” Shawn practically spit in her face. “I am your goddamn boss so do not ever come in here like this again. Do you understand me??”

Arianny jerked her wrists out of his grasp and shoved him back. “You are NOTHING. What the hell happened out there? You screwed us over!” She put some distance between herself and Shawn and folded her arms across her chest.

The RSW Vice President shook his head. He could not believe how Arianny was talking to him at the moment. “Fuck. You better get yourself in fucking line.” The look Shawn gave Arianny should have made her fear him. But all it did was push her buttons even more. She went to open her mouth again, but he shook his head. “Shut up. I didn’t fuck you over. Jack and Georgia did. I didn’t see it coming at all. They blindsided me as well.”

“I don’t believe you! You lured us here under false pretenses! You promised that Mondae would be number one contender and you promised that Jack Owyns would not be an issue.”

“I never fucking said that about Jack!”

“I AM NOT DONE SPEAKING!” Arianny screamed. Yes. She actually screamed. “You fucked us. Where is Money's REAL title shot?? I'm also an opener now. Like, are you kidding me?? You have no true power do you??”

Shawn was seriously close to snapping. He took one good look at the petite, self-proclaimed princess and felt the overwhelming urge to just grab her and shake her. He stopped his hands from clenching into fists and he took a deep breath. “If you don't drop your attitude right fucking now, I'm going to do something your parents should have done to you a long time ago. I swear to God I will throw you over that desk and beat the fuck out of your ass with my belt until you can't sit down for a solid week. So cool it. Now.”

Arianny’s mouth dramatically dropped open. She went to speak but no words came out. No one had ever dared to threaten her like that before and she was not impressed. Nonetheless, Shawn was standing in front of her like a raging bull, ready to make good on his threat. Temporarily swallowing her pride, Arianny took a step back and held up her hands to show she was surrendering. “Fine.” She literally had to force those words out.

After a few moments of silence, Shawn cleared his throat. “Right. I have fucking power and you’re going to fucking see it. They may be laughing now, but they won't for fucking long. So stop being a fucking whiny brat and let's fucking figure out how to fix this.”

Arianny rolled her eyes. “You’re going to be the one who figures out how to fix it. You owe my best friend a title shot and you owe me Jack Owyns, obviously your skunt sister’s new boyfriend, on a silver platter. I will not drop this so you better give me what I want.”

“You're my girlfriend now so calm down. I already told you that you'll get to enjoy the perks of what comes along with that. Be fucking grateful for a change.” Shawn had made his way back to his desk and sat down in the comfortable leather chair.

Arianny made a disgusted face. “We are not an item! You can't just force someone into a relationship against their will. This is not a patriarchy. And I am not some stupid bimbo whom you can boss around.”

“Easy, Ari,” Shawn warned. “I will not tell you again to drop your bitch ass attitude towards me. Now, you and I as an item isn't up for fucking discussion. You will play the part I need you to play and I'll give you everything you could ever want and more. Jack and Georgia want to play a game, and we’re going to play. You will have to trust me on that. It's not fucking checkmate yet. We will be the last ones laughing.”

Arianny didn't believe him and she didn't bother to hide her expression. “I will never trust you and after tonight, I don't believe anything that comes out of your mouth. I think you brought MGM here to exploit us and jerk us around.”

“Well fucking believe me because I have no reason to lie. So fucking relax.” Shawn gave her a stern look and the princess replied with a look of pure defiance. “Fix these mistakes, Shawn. I mean it. If you want me to play the role of Shawn DeLise’s girlfriend then you will give me everything I want. You have no choice. Fix the contendership situation and get us back in the main event. Get us out of the shitty Ritz and into a better place.” Arianny paused as another idea came to her mind. Currently, she was cut off from her parents and their money, and had almost nothing to her name. “And if I'm to play this girlfriend, I'll need new clothes, shoes, jewelry, purses, hair accessories, makeup…. basically everything a girlfriend of Shawn DeLise should have.” She shrugged and smirked. “That would include lingerie he’d like to see her in too.”

Arianny seductively turned and gave Shawn a nice eyeful of all her gorgeous angles. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to fuck her. Blowing her new boyfriend a kiss, Arianny headed for the door. “Oh and one more thing.”

“Can't fucking wait,” Shawn muttered and waited from her to speak.

“Do not ever threaten me again. Period.”

It was Shawn’s turn to look a little evil. A shit eating grin spread across his face. “I don't make threats, princess. Smart off to me again like that and you will feel my fucking wraith.”

Arianny turned and left his office. She made sure to slam the door shut as hard as she could. She had only been in San Francisco for a couple of days but she absolutely hated everything about life outside of prison.

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