♥ A Rather Genius Plan [vs. Luchalame I]

[Arianny DeLise]

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“The audible pop as shoulder disengages from socket and the crack as the humerus breaks in half is sickening. His screams are heard even in the darkest halls of the Arena. Zero moves back in, ready for the final cover but the referee stops him, trying to push him back while simultaneously calling for the bell.”

The YouTube video of Dallas Blake getting his arm broken by ZERO last week on Vendetta had almost 750,000 hits. Arianny Blake was sure she counted for at least a thousand of them. She couldn’t stop watching her opponent for next week snapping her twin brother’s arm in half. If it weren’t for the fact she was currently floating on a large, oversized raft in her luxury pool Arianny probably would have watched it several more times.

At the moment, the self-proclaimed princess was enjoying the warm, August sunshine. Arianny was wearing a small, lavender colored bandeau style bikini top and matching bottoms that tied at her hips. Large D&G sunglasses covered her face and her blonde locks were pulled into a messy bun. Shawn was blowing up her up phone with several demanding messages, and all the texts that were coming in from Dallas were being ignored. Arianny was still pissed he had decided to leave her.

“Ugh.”

Georgia and Jace had just popped up on the screen, with Georgia getting ready to fire Dallas. Arianny never watched that part. She had already gotten her revenge for that. Georgia’s skull hitting the concrete was the single greatest thing that had happened in RSW so far. That YouTube video also had hundreds of thousands of hits.

“I’m not thrilled with what happened on Vendetta this past week. MGM had an awful night but I legit hope Sloregia has brain damage. Jack is probably sitting beside his whore right now, in the hospital, telling her about how he almost killed Mondae. I hate that. Jack is never going to go away unless we take drastic measures, and at this point we have no other choice. Jack has got to go. We have to end this war once and for all."

It broke Arianny’s heart that Jack had to be eliminated, but in the game of life, difficult choices had to be made.

"As far as Luchalame goes, I am irritated that he broke Dallas' arm. But Dallas tucked his tail between his legs and ran away. Now I am left to clean up his mess and seeing as how I already have a broken arm, facing ZERO is not something I care to do. I'm not scared of him by any means. I'm just concerned that one of Georgia's handpicked referees are going to disqualify me and screw me out of a victory. Something similar happened in Deathcore thanks to Ian Echo. He made sure that bitch Trashley got a match stoppage in her favor. Who's to say the same thing won't happen again? Shawn may be in charge, but Georgia's people are still everywhere. This is so frustrating."

Arianny let out a frustrated sounding sigh as if to emphasis that point. There had to be some way around this match. She could easily convince Shawn to change the match to 'No Disqualification' or something else along those lines, but that would benefit ZERO just as much as it would benefit her. She didn't want the moron to have any advantage come next week. Arianny would not let anything jeopardize her undefeated streak. That streak was her pride and joy and there was nothing or no one that would ever take that from her. Arianny had no problems resorting to underhanded tactics to make sure she kept her record, but how did she need to approach ZERO?

Then it hit her.

It was a pretty genius plan that would appeal to Miles Larsen, ZERO's manager, and make Arianny look a million bucks. She just had to call Shawn because she needed his help. He answered on the second ring.

"Why the fuck haven't you replied to my texts?!"

"Relax. I've been in the pool. I'll be by to see you in an hour or so. I have something I want to discuss with you."

Without bothering to let him reply, Arianny disconnected the call and pushed her sunglasses up on her head. She realized she was in the middle of the pool.

"ODDBALL! I need you!"

God forbid the princess actually got herself back to the edge.

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