♥ I've Defeated A Rapist Before [vs. Jackson Kendrick I]

[Arianny DeLise]

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"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe!!!!"

Without bothering to knock Arianny barged into her boyfriend’s office. Shawn DeLise nearly jumped out of his skin and quickly closed his laptop.

“Didn’t I tell you to fucking knock?!”

Arianny rolled her beautiful hazel eyes and slammed the door shut behind her. Slamming the door also seemed to get on Shawn’s nerves and she smiled sweetly when his blue eyes narrowed in her direction. The gorgeous blond - dressed in a daisy print, cornflower-blue strapless romper and gold, Giuseppe Zanotti gladiator sandals - sauntered over to Shawn’s desk. She carelessly pushed aside a stack of paperwork and perched her perfect bottom right down next to his laptop.

“What were you looking at?”

Arianny went to open the computer but Shawn was quick to slap her hand. “Owwwwwwwww!” She pouted and brought her hand to her chest, rubbing the sting out of it. “Rude.”

“Well don’t fucking touch what doesn’t belong to you,” Shawn replied showing absolutely no remorse. Arianny glared at him and held out her hand. “Then kiss it and make it better.” With a dramatic sigh, Shawn obliged her.

That seemed to satisfy the princess and her smile returned. “So I need a favor,” she began and sat her modest Prada bag behind her. “Next week I have to face Jackson Kendrick and I can only assume it was the skunt who booked the match seeing as how Jackson has quite the history when it comes to sexual assault. Now, dealing with a rapist isn’t anything new for me. I had to face one in Deathcore in a cage match and I won, obvi. But this is a new company. The match is a boring standard one and Jackson is unknown to me.”

“So what’s that got to do with me? I ain't changin' it.”

Arianny kicked him in the shin. “I'm not asking you to fucking change it,” she snapped and quickly regained her composure.

Shawn grit his teeth.

“Jackson is nothing to me. For someone who’s bigger than me, his strength is not that impressive. He’ll tire out before I do by trying to exert all that energy to keep me down. Then I’ll be able to submit him which is what I excel at because he has no defense against that. Jackson is a better technician so the environment favors him, but when I bring the match to the mat, he’ll become another victim that taps out. Everyone submits to me. Duh."

A smirk touched Arianny’s pink lips. She slipped off the desk and into Shawn’s lap. Crossing her legs and getting comfortable against his crotch, she put her arm around his shoulders. “So about my favor.”

Shawn, who’s hand began stroking his girlfriend's bare thigh, rolled his eyes and sighed. “What else could you possibly want from me now? You have a mansion and more fucking clothes and girl shit than anyone I’ve ever seen.”

Arianny ran her hands down his tie and placed a little kiss on his neck. “I need ten thousand dollars.”

Shawn nearly dumped the teenager right off his lap. “What the fuck for?!”

“Relax, baby,” Arianny practically purred and positioned herself so she was straddling his lap. She put her hands on his shoulders and squeezed them gently. “I want new ring gear for Vendetta so I can look super sexy. Jackson’s focus and intelligence aren’t perfect so if nothing else works, I’ll just distract him.” Arianny leaned close to Shawn’s ear. “Then you can enjoy taking it off my body afterwards.”

Shawn needed only a minute to debate this. He motioned for Arianny to get up and reached into the bottom left drawer of his desk. Inside was a stash of petty cash he had been stealing from Georgia since they  had entered into this venture together. He grabbed a wad of it and gave it to Ari.

“You better fucking show me before you buy anything. You’re not getting it unless I approve. Understand?”

“Ugh. Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.”

She placed the cash in her bag, didn’t bother to kiss Shawn goodbye, and somehow made it out the door before puking. Now that she had ‘hush money’, Arianny was on her way to the police station. The Mean Girl Mafia was up to no good and Jack Owyns was going back to jail. No one made a mockery out of MGM and got away with it.

No one.

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