♥ This Must Be What Hell Looks Like [vs. Proctor II]

[Arianny DeLise]

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“This must be what Hell looks like.”

Arianny Blake’s beautiful face was currently pressed against the tinted glass window of Shawn DeLise’s limousine. The princess and her boyfriend were currently in the parking lot of Old Navy, the scene of today’s official RSW Meet and Greet. Arianny took another look at the disgusting store and shuddered. Grabbing her phone, she started typing out a text message. Beside her, Shawn rolled his eyes. His patience was wearing thin because Arianny had done nothing but bitch the entire drive about how unfair it was she had to give up two hours of her Sunday to go and sign a few autographs. Reaching over, he snatched the phone from her hand and shut it off.

“It’s two fucking hours,” he snapped. “It’s in your contact that one day out of the whole fucking month you have to do one of these events to promote the company. Georgia would not fucking budge on that. So just smile, talk some shit about Neville Proctor, and do your damn job. How hard is that?”

Arianny folded her arms across her chest. “It’s not hard but why would I ever want to promote a company that is basically garbage? I don’t give a crap who tunes into Vendetta. Give me back my phone. Now.” Arianny held out her left hand.

“You’ll get your damn phone back once you get your ass out of this limo and go inside that store. You’re not just representing RSW, you’re representing me or have you forgotten that fact?” As usual, Shawn was speaking to Arianny like she was nothing more than a bratty child and that fact was not lost on our champion. She made a grab for her phone, but Shawn intercepted her and gave her a hand a stinging slap. He did it a second time just to be cruel and Arianny kicked him away from her.

“I hate you,” she spat, her hazel eyes narrowing at him. She rubbed the red mark on top of her hand and Shawn sighed. “No you don’t,” he replied and took her hand. He gently kissed the red mark and laced his fingers through hers. “You love my money and the perks that come with being my girlfriend. If you would just fucking act right, things wouldn’t have to be like this.”

Arianny stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. “You try being me for a day and see how you act! I’m like the best wrestler signed to this entire crappy company and your sister continues to treat and my bestie like shit. I have to get into the ring on Thursday with a broken arm, against someone who’s name shouldn’t even be mentioned in the same breath as mine. This match against Neville Proctor is a fucking joke, Shawn. The way Georgia runs RSW is a joke. How in the hell is Lord Blake and Aaron Asphyxia the main event? Why am I stuck opening again? You haven’t done anything to hold up your end of our bargain and all of this bullshit is exactly why I will never have sex with you.”

A dark look crossed Shawn’s face but quickly disappeared. He smiled at Arianny. “You just have to be patient, babe. I always follow through on my promises. Mondae will get her shot at the championship and you will be back in the main event.  You trust me, don’t you?”

Arianny shook her head. “No. I would be an idiot to trust you. That’s why I am going to go out there on Thursday and beat the crap out of Neville Proctor. As long as I protect my record, my results will speak for themselves. Mondae and I will not be held down because some jealous cunt doesn’t want to see us succeed. And F-Y-I Shawn, you don’t want to keep us imprisoned in this company and unhappy.”

It was a threat and Shawn knew it. He also knew Arianny and Mondae well enough to know that they were incredibly dangerous. That’s why he had hired them and that’s why he was taking his time delivering on his promises. He wanted them pissed off and angry at Georgia. He wanted them to feel resentful and miserable. When The Mean Girls self-destructed, it would shake the foundation of RSW and no one would be safe.

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