♥ When Owyns Finally Faced Blake [Jack/Arianny Joint RP]

[Arianny DeLise]

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♥ Wednesday, August 31st 2016 - MGM Mansion

It was quiet and the house was dark as fuck. It was just passed midnight the last time he checked. The little bitches must have still been nursing their injuries from Deception. He walked through the second floor of the mansion, not really being quiet at all. He wasn’t creeping, that’s for sure. He didn’t give two fucks if anyone heard him because he was livid. Actually, livid was an understatement. He had murder on his mind and revenge was the plan. Those fucking cunts were going to pay for hurting his agent, Oddball.

He walked passed three doors; three bedrooms he had guessed. One must have been Mondae’s, and he guessed it was door number two.

Just a fuckin’ hunch.

He pulled the 9mm out of his waistband, and opened the door. He hoped she’d be asleep, then he could slip in while she was peaceful, stick the barrel into her mouth, and make her deep-throat it until she coughed and gagged on the coldness of steel. Her eyes would spring open and a sense of terror would rush over her.

Hello Mondae. Trigger. Boom. Dead.

The room was empty, but it was the right room anyways. He could tell by the few sorted pieces of black clothes he spotted. He spat on her pillow. He flipped off Mondae’s room, walked out, and then looked at the other two doors. One had light seeping out from beneath the door. The other had just darkness.

Bingo.

He opened the door, bringing the 9mm up to shoot whoever was in the room.

Please be Mondae.

Instead what he found caught him off guard. Oddball looked up, taking his eyes off the iPad. Jack dropped the gun.

“You ain’t fuckin’ dead!?”

“Oh my God, Jack. Hello! And don’t you be silly, I’m not dead. But come, come. Check out all these new features. There’s so many things I can do now. I can take a picture and with my magical touch I can—”

“Did you? No. They fuckin’ set me up?!”

“Oh no.”

“Get your fuckin’ shit and let's go.” He interrupted his agent, not in the mood.

“Okay.” Oddball never thought twice about the demand and scooted off the bed. “It is so good to see you though, Jack! How’s things going?”

Oblivious to Jack being in her home was Arianny Blake. She was moving gingerly down the hallway towards the master suite of the mansion where Oddball was lounging around in bed. Tomorrow morning he would be off to Bolivia and she would never see him again. The thought made her super sad.

Mondae, Jace, Rowan, and Zander had gone out for a few hours to clear their minds, but Arianny had declined the invite. She was still brooding and more importantly, she was still angry over everything that had transpired at Deception. Shawn DeLise, her so-called boyfriend, was the thorn in Arianny’s side at the moment. She had no idea how to handle the situation. Arianny didn’t exactly have experience when it came to having an actual relationship and dealing with the ups and downs of one. Shawn was a different entity.

She could not get over the fact he had left her and her friends to die. She couldn’t have Mondae kill him, but Arianny still felt the need to provoke him. She had just spent the last hour covering her bruises with makeup and posing for various pictures in skimpy lingerie he had purchased for her. At the moment, she was wearing literally nothing. A small, black lace thong that tied at her hips with a black satin ribbon covered her backside and the black lace bralette that skimmed the top of her navel revealed more than it covered. To add a little extra sex appeal to the racy look, Arianny had coated her full, perfect lips with pure black matte lipstick. She looked like a blond bombshell angel of death and it was a far cry from her normal look.

She had probably taken a million selfies in the slutty garb and every single one of them had gone to Shawn’s iMessages. She wanted him to see what he was never going to have. Unfortunately, thanks to her cracked and bruised ribs, Arianny hadn’t been able to get a good shot of her backside to send to her boyfriend. Cellphone in hand, she went to open Oddball’s door. He was going to take the pictures for Arianny.

“Hey sweetie, can you -”

Her voice caught in her throat. Standing inside the bedroom with Oddball was Jack Owyns.

Arianny’s expression was one of true shock. She dropped her cellphone onto the floor. Oddball held his iPad up and snapped a quick picture. “This one is going to look so good Jack! Look at our girl!!!”

Anger and rage overtook Jack, as he stood there face to face with Ari. She had played a part in almost murdering his daughter, had tried to frame him for the murder of Braydon Knox - twice, planned to kill Georgia, and faked the death of his agent. He clenched both his fist.

Bitch.

Oddball shoved the iPad into his face, but he didn’t look. She was standing right there. He punched the iPad out of his face, and out of the hands of Oddball. A sinister looking grin appeared on his face, as he took a moment to eye her up. Even though he hated the bitch, it was hard not to take in the getup she had chosen to wear.

“Lookie, lookie who we have right fuckin’ here. If I couldn’t tell any better, looks as you might of seen a fuckin’ ghost. Surprised to see me bitch?”

Oddball hurried to the aid of his iPad as Jack got the kinks out of his neck. He never removed his eyes from hers.

Arianny had no idea what to say. Her heart had started to pound and she found herself at a loss for words. She had never actually stood face to face with Jack. She had always just been his victim. He was literal perfection in her eyes and even though she probably should have been scared for her life, she wasn’t. Arianny Blake was fearless and never backed down.

“Yes?” She finally replied, and it sounded more like a question. She really couldn’t believe he was actually in the same bedroom as she was. “How did you even get in here?” Not that she cared.

“You’re going to need yourself a new fuckin’ door. Your old one -- met fuckin’ boot.” He moved from where he stood, and made his way over to Arianny. She was small compared to him, as he towered over her. He just wanted to break her. Destroy her. “Much like your fuckin’ face there, tiny tits.”

Arianny looked up at him. A coy little smile touched her lips. She remembered that night all to well. It was the night she had met Jack for the first time in Deathcore Wrestling. He had introduced himself in fine fashion to both Arianny and Mondae. Before she could reply, Jack reached out and grabbed her by the throat.

Her bright hazel eyes lit up in delight. It was no secret she enjoyed that sort of thing. This would likely be her only opportunity to antagonize Jack because from the look in his eyes, he was going to attempt to kill her. So Arianny did the only thing she could do. She brought her right arm up and smashed him in the side of the head with her cast.

It hurt her just as much as it hurt him, but Jack let go. Ari dropped to the ground, crawling between his legs and scrambling to her feet. She made a beeline for the other side of the room, grabbed a lamp, and hurled it at Jack. He was able to duck and Arianny climbed on the bed and backed herself against the headboard. “I bet Georgia didn’t have this much fight and fire in her. Why did you pick her, Jack?”

“I like them fuckin’ innocent. More fun when they fuckin’ break, HA!”

Jack jumped on the bed and swung a violent swing. He missed with his fist because Ari dodged it. His fist ended up going through the wall, but Jack did connect with Ari’s gut as she tried to retreat around him. That allowed him to grab her and throw her back into the headboard.

“JACK! Don’t hurt her! Don’t kill her! She is my friend!” Oddball screamed.

Oddball jumped on the bed and reached for him, but only met a backhand. Oddball was out cold and hit the floor with a thud. Jack looked back at Arianny now, who was looking down at the knocked the fuck out Oddball thanks to the backhand to his temple. He took in the sight of her. The choice of outfit obviously gave him thoughts. She was a total sight to behold. He quickly shook the thoughts.

“Fuckin’ scream bitch!”

Arianny was in no condition to fight. The minute Jack’s knee connected with her gut, she knew that this was not going to end well for her. There had been to much damage done to her body just a few days ago. She rolled over on her side and curled into the fetal position. Jack loomed over her and Arianny forced herself to roll off the bed in desperation. She hit the floor hard, groaned in pain, and reached under the bed. As Jack grabbed a handful of her blond locks, Arianny slammed a stiletto heel into his face. It busted open Jack’s nose and using the heel of the shoe, she gouged him in the forehead with it.

“You bitch.” He let go of his grip on her hair and attended to his nose and forehead. He walked away from her, taking his focus off her for a moment. Arianny scrambled to her feet and somehow managed to make a break for the door. Jack charged after her, grabbed her by the hair, and slammed her into the dresser and mirror that accompanied it. Arianny let out a shriek and felt her entire world shatter in that moment. She was pretty much done. Jack wrapped both hands around her throat and picked her off the dresser. Arianny hit the ground with a thud. She immediately threw her hands up in a sign of surrender.

“Alright. Alright. I give. You got me. I can't fight you. I'm not capable of defending myself right now so do what you have to do. Go ahead and kill me, Jack. Do the world a favor and end Arianny Blake. Once the others get back and find me dead, they'll know you did it to avenge Oddball. How well do you think that will go over? Are you so stupid that you're willing to take away another person Mondae loves?”

Arianny continued to hold her hands up in surrender. Despite the situation she felt no fear. Eventually this day was going to come be it at Jack’s hands or someone else.

“You can take the very breath from my body and then you can spend the rest of your life running because Mondae will find you. She will stop at nothing to make sure you feel nothing but heartbreak and misery for the rest of your life. She will happily take the lives of those you love and it doesn't matter how well you hide them or make them all disappear. She won't stop. She’ll slit Ava’s throat and make Radek watch. Torture him through his new wife, the woman who turned his miserable life into something positive and happy. Then she’ll dispose of Radek because every single person with the last name of Dayz deserves to die. She will finish what I started with Frost. She'll smother him right in that hospital bed like she did Joe DeLise. And no one will be able to stop her, especially not Alicia. Because she will die too, Jack. And one by one Holli, Deanna, and Georgia will meet their fates. It doesn't matter what you feel for any of them. Their association with you, past and present, will be their downfall. And when it's just you and MacKenzie left, that little girl will die and you won't be able to stop it. Because you decided to take my life. That's eight lives in exchange for mine. Eight innocent people. And don't bother saying it won't happen because it will.”

It was the truth as Arianny knew it. She ran her tongue across her lips and looked right into Jack’s eyes. He never broke eye contact with the devious teenager and she was able to reach down and untie one of the sides of her panties.

“You do nothing but use people and break them down, and make them wish their lives were nothing. I have to give you credit, I do. It's an amazing talent. Unfortunately, you just couldn't get the job done when it came to us. Whatever you thought you were doing with Hanalei Brightly wasn't smart. Jace, Mondae, and I are still here. And even if I’m gone, they'll take care of Hanalei. You put her in the middle of a war that she's not capable of winning and you knew that. You set that girl up to get absolutely destroyed. Oh well. It is what it is right? So go ahead and kill me. Choke me. You can even fuck me if you like. The only thing I ask is for you fuck me first. At least give me the satisfaction of hearing my name come from your mouth. I know you'll enjoy it just as much as me. I'll be more than just a cocktease this time.”

“See here is the fuckin’ thing, bitch. You actually think for one fuckin’ second that Mondae Chaos strikes fuckin’ fear into me. HA! Get fucked. I won’t be fuckin’ looking over my fuckin’ shoulder, because I’d never fuckin’ be running. I’d never be fuckin’ worried. I’d never be fuckin’ scared of that little cunt.”

Jack once again went for Arianny’s slender throat.

“So me fuckin’ killing you, it don’t strike any fuckin’ fear in me. The outcome. But with this fuckin’ guy still fuckin’ alive,” Jack nudged his head towards Oddball. “This story is fuckin’ done, and I don’t give shit about either of you fuckin’ two, but...”

Arianny laid there, staring up at Jack Owyns. Neither breaking eye contact at this point. Jack’s hand found the other tie and with one quick pull, Arianny’s black lace thong was on the floor behind him.

“Fuck’em and leave’em right.”

Arianny wasn’t sure she had heard him right. “Did you just say you were going to fuck me?”

“You wouldn’t be fuckin’ laying there with no fuckin’ thong, if I was going to fuckin’ kill ya.” Jack said pointing downward, where a black lace thong used to be. “Anyways, hate fuckin’ always the fuckin’ cure.”

Arianny wasn’t about to argue. She reached her arms out and Jack scooped her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Arianny pressed her lips against Jack’s and kissed him as hard as she could, biting down hard on his bottom lip. Jack brought them both over to the bed and Arianny moaned as his lips found her throat. He paused long enough to dispose of his hoodie and greedily, Arianny tore at his belt and the zipper of his jeans. Jack grabbed her by the waist, and in one quick motion flipped her around so she laid on her stomach. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up a bit...

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In the corner of the room, hidden in an antique clock, a light continuously flashed red. A hidden camera was recording what was happening between Jack Owyns and Arianny Blake.