♥ An Afternoon Chat Gone Wrong [joint rp w/ Shawn DeLise]

[Arianny DeLise]

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♥ About An Hour or So After "A Rather Genius Plan" Takes Place

Shawn DeLise sat behind his desk, feet up and a smirk planted across his face. With one hand he scrolled on his computer, while the other hand held his cellphone to his ear. It had been a good week for him, minus the broken nose, but knowing that Mondae Chaos had been speared through a window, felt almost bittersweet to him. Dumb bitch. Like everyone, she’d eventually learn her place in the pecking order and that place was beneath Shawn, at the bottom looking up. She’d get what she had coming to her soon enough, but there were better things on Shawn’s mind.

His girlfriend had whooped his sister’s ass; a beating that was long overdue. Arianny Blake had made good on her promise for the most part. Georgia was out of the picture for now, and RSW was in his control. Life was good for the moment. Though the sense of quietness from Georgia still made him feel uneasy. He wished her to be dead, but laying in the hospital was good enough for the moment.

“Yeah, yeah.” Shawn repeated into the phone, still scrolling on his computer. “No, no I’m in charge. With the bitch unfit for duty, it was written that I’d step in and take over until the bitch can resume her role.”

That wasn’t going to happen. This was Shawn’s time now.

“And we both know, that she won’t be resuming her fucking role. In case her or that piece of shit decide to return, I already have a fucking plan in the works.”

The door leading into his office began to open, as he took his feet off the desk and slammed his computer shut.

“It’s a solid fucking plan, but shit—" Arianny stepped into his office. “Talk later man, gotta go.”

Arianny closed the door behind her and flashed Shawn her biggest and brightest smile. She had come to his office with two things in mind - to address the situation with ZERO and to bring up the fact she still needed a vehicle.

“Hey babe,” she greeted him and strolled over to him. She tossed her designer purse into one of the chairs and placed a kiss on his cheek as she moved behind his desk. On this day, she was dressed in a pair of tiny, high-waisted jean shorts that barely covered her perfect backside, a pink and white plaid crop top, a pair of gold gladiator sandals that laced up to her knees, and a very expensive gold arm bracelet. Her blond locks were pulled back with a thin, gold headband. Arianny looked every bit like the fresh-faced 18-year old girl she was. “I came to talk to you about something.”

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his lap. He grabbed said perfect backside and gave it a squeeze. “And what might that be? You need more clothes, money, or maybe a little get away?”

Arianny placed her finger against her lips and appeared to think about all of that for a moment. “A get away would be nice. Since Mondae is out of the hospital, maybe you can take me to Santa Barbara this weekend.” She smirked and gave Shawn a wink.

“I have two things on my mind.” Arianny sighed. “I know you didn't care much for Dallas, but watching him get his arm broken by ZERO was just awful for me. I know what that feels like and short of just slitting ZERO’s throat on live TV, I don't know how to handle this match next week.”

“That was fast. How is she doing anyways? It was tragic what happened to her,” Shawn said trying to look concerned. He didn’t give two shits about Mondae and her health. “But what Arianny wants, Arianny gets.”

He brushed his hand against the part of her chest that wasn’t covered by her top and smirked.

“Just go down to that ring, and think of the masked fucking freak breaking your brothers arm -- Snap! Feel that fucking rage. Beat him like you beat my cunt of a sister.” He seriously needed to put that footage on loop. He could watch Arianny bashing Georgia’s skull into the concrete over and over. “Make a fucking statement with ZERO.”

“Money is doing as well as can be expected. Yeah about ZERO. I really don't care to face him.” Arianny turned so she could look at Shawn. “This match is total bullshit. That illegal freak shouldn't even be allowed to compete in the States, let alone be allowed inside the same ring as me. He is reckless and stupid, and I've already been booked against one nutbag since coming here.” Arianny held up her broken arm and frowned. “As much as I want to destroy ZERO and get some revenge for Dally, I have to look at the bigger picture too. I still haven't decided what my goals are here in RSW other than getting the Supreme Championship around Mondae’s waist. But I know I have to remain undefeated. So what I need from you is the Absolute Championship.”

Shawn bit his tongue, but decided it was best not to say what he truly thought. Just go with it. “You want the Absolute Championship now? Why would you want that fucking championship?”

“Not for me, stupid. As if. Like I would be caught dead with that cheap piece of metal. For ZERO. I'm going to go sweet talk Miles Larsen into having ZERO throw the match in exchange for a shot at the Absolute Championship. That way I don't risk getting disqualified and losing my perfect record.” Arianny adjusted her position so she was straddling Shawn’s lap and she gave him an irresistible grin.

“Sure.” Shawn didn’t really think it over too much. Truth was he didn’t really care about championships, undefeated streaks, and all that crap. None of that effected his end game and his fortune. “Though, in all fucking honesty, I highly doubt you would lose to him, but you are on to something. I’d rather not have any more marks or broken limbs show up on you. Looks bad for the fucking press when we are together. So if using the Absolute Championship as a tool for ZERO to throw the match, I’m game.”

Arianny grinned. “Perf. Okay so now the second thing.” She dropped her eyes down to Shawn’s tie and fingered the silky material. “I need to know what the holdup is with my car. I want my Mercedes back.”

“Well that’s kind of a funny story.” He started pick at the bottom of her crop top. “So I thought, being the fucking amazing boyfriend I am, I’d deal with it all. Get your Mercedes fixed and all that, but I found out two things.” Shawn raised his index finger, signalling a one count. “First thing it seems that somebody had taken a title loan out on your car back in Alabama. Kind of embarrassing if you ask me. And then second, the car is fucked anyways. It’s done, written off. Bye bye Mercedes.”

Arianny blinked, almost as if she didn't hear him correctly. She slapped his hand away from her top and got to her feet. “Back up. What the hell is a title loan? And how could someone do that on my car? And what do you mean bye bye Mercedes? I need a car to drive.”

“It fucking means that your homo brother pawned your car title for a pointless ten grand. Best part is, he never paid the damn bill and your car was out for fucking repo anyway. Your beloved Dally basically sold your precious car. But I fixed it. Everything is fucking peachy now.” Shawn motioned for Arianny to sit back down. “And if you’d come here and dig in my pocket, you find an answer to your driving problem.”

Arianny gave Shawn a suspicious look and cautiously reached across his lap and stuck her hand in his pocket. After a few seconds, she withdrew a fancy set of keys and held them up in his face. “So who do these belong too?”

“Who do you think? You.” She was a blonde. “After all the shit you’ve been through, your brother bailing on you, the car accident and that stup-- Mondae put in the hospital. I thought you needed something to cheer you up. Plus Thursday, you gave me a present by bashing in my sister's skull. So I thought I’d reward you and buy you a brand new spanking car.”

Arianny’s face softened a little bit and she wrapped her hand around the keys. She had already gotten a diamond bracelet thanks to the fact she had practically killed Georgia. Now Shawn had gifted her with a car as well. She bent over and kissed his cheek again. “Thank you, babe. I hope it's a new Mercedes.”

“It’s better than a Mercedes. Nicer looking and more fucking expensive than a Mercedes.” He grinned about that, since it wasn’t his money but the company’s. Better than that, it was Georgia’s money. “A fucking Lamborghini Veneno!” It was his favorite car to be exact. His dream car.

Arianny had no idea what type of car that was. As Shawn rattled off the perks of owning a Lamborghini Veneno, Arianny googled it on her iPhone. She couldn’t stop the disappointed look from spreading across her face. Shawn noticed it too. “Why do you look so fucking sour?” He snatched her phone from her hand so he could see what she had been looking at. “You’re fucking kidding right? Please tell me that ugly look on your face has nothing to do with your new car.”

“It’s the ugliest thing ever. Like, why couldn’t you just get my old car fixed? Or just get me a new Mercedes? I’m not driving that."

Shawn clenched both his fists, and his face went completely red. He had actually been extremely happy to buy that car for her and now he was just pissed. Arianny had just rejected his gift and thrown it back in his face. “You spoiled, stupid fucking bitch!” He lunged out of his chair and got to his feet. “I could of bought you some rusty, goddamn beater of a vehicle. But I went out of my fucking way to get you something way better than the poor ass, shitbox you used to drive. I can’t believe this is the response I am fucking getting from you. You ungrateful bitch!”

Arianny rolled her eyes and kept her calm. “Okay. Clearly I struck a nerve so I’m going to leave. You’re being absolutely ridiculous right now and I’m not going to stand here and be called names by you. I didn’t ask you to buy me a car, for your information.”

He grabbed her by the good arm, and squeezed tightly. “Maybe you didn’t ask, but you know what? How about a goddamn thank you for fucking trying?! How about a fucking thank you for going out of my way to try and please you?! I didn’t have too, but I fucking did. I want you to drop the cunt face attitude and actually for once show some gratitude towards your fucking boyfriend." He squeezed her arm even harder, not allowing her to leave. “Show me the fucking respect I deserve!”

Arianny went to hit him, but Shawn anticipated this. He easily blocked her shot, overpowered her, and forced her back against his desk. Arianny tried kicking him away, but Shawn forced her stomach first across his desk and pinned her arms behind her back. “You have about two seconds let me fucking go or I swear to God I’ll kill you.” Arianny was not joking. She continued to try and fight, but Shawn wasn’t letting go.

“I think it’s fucking time you learned your place and time I do something everybody who has ever crossed paths with you has wanted to do.” He raised his one hand high above his head. “Something your parents obviously failed to fucking do.”

He swung down with everything he had, and the palm of his hand connected with her most perfect backside.

SMACK!

“Fucking discipline you!”

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Arianny was completely horrified that this was happening to her. She went to kick her leg up between Shawn’s, but his hand connected with the backs of her thighs and she found her legs trapped between his. He was relentless and finally she gave up trying to fight. After a few minutes, Shawn gave her backside one last awful slap and he jerked her up by the hair and pushed her away. Arianny’s beautiful face was twisted in anger and shock, her hair was in disarray, and her backside and thighs felt like they were on fire. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her hands around the throat of Shawn DeLise and choke the living hell out of him. But she didn’t. Instead, she took several breaths to calm herself down, fixed her headband, and turned to try and check out the damage done to her.

Shawn fixed his jacket and walked away, over in the direction of his mini bar. “Damn did that feel good,” he muttered. He tugged at his tie, loosening it from around his neck. “Hopefully now you will smarten up.” He made it to the bar and began fix himself a drink. “And realize who fucking runs this shit.”

Arianny bit back all the hateful comments that threatened to escape her lips. She had never felt so humiliated in her entire life. Swallowing her pride, she walked over to where she had thrown her purse and gently picked it up. Luckily, she had a high threshold for pain so she didn’t wince as she walked over to Shawn. “I’m going to set up the meeting with Miles Larsen now and go shopping.”

Shawn took a sip of his drink, not even looking back at Arianny. “Keep your phone fucking close.” He pointed at his cheek, signalling for Arianny to kiss him before she left.

Arianny felt like slapping it but she did what he wanted, took her phone back from him, and left the office. The minute she shut the door, she whirled around and gave it the finger. It did absolutely nothing but make her feel more enraged and she quickly typed out a text to Mondae.

“We underestimated Shawn.”

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