Post by Lord Blake on Oct 4, 2016 2:01:01 GMT
Lord Blake beelines through the arrivals terminal of San Francisco International, pushing past weary travelers when he spies the correct gate across the sunny atrium. For once this week he carries his Supreme Championship over his shoulder, showing it proper respect. He approaches the gate where flights from Los Angeles - the last leg of a trip from Bora Bora - will stop. Tailing him closely is RSW’s new commissioner Jimmie Barassi, yelling at his company's champion to slow down. With an exaggerated roll of his eyes, Lord finally does so.
“Don't you think this is insane? You bought a plane ticket to Vancouver just to get this far into the airport! Hell, I had to buy a plane ticket to Vancouver to chase you here! I won't let this go any farther!”
Lord tries to use his most innocent voice.
“But Jimmie, I just want to be there to greet the newlyweds when they land.”
“You can NOT attack the owner and his wife after their honeymoon. And how did TSA even let you through with that belt and a wrapped gift?”
Oh yeah, this entire time Lord has been carrying a gift wrapped in pink paper (he remembers this being Ari's favorite color) with a big purple bow on top. There is no way he should have made it past every security checkpoint with it, but he just shrugs off Jimmie's question. Instead he turns on his heel and continues his speedwalk towards the gate. Jimmie practically has to run to get in front of Lord again, this time putting a palm against Lord's chest to stop him.
“Man, why did your girlfriend have to call and warn me you were gonna do this. Just meet her in the ring at Vendetta, let your actions speak for you. Why is this so personal for you, kid?”
Lord's eyes narrow at Jimmie.
“Listen, I know you're new here and there's a lot you don't know about all of us, so here's a second rundown. Chaos, Mrs. Delise, Ravey: I grew up with all of them and those mean girls have been exactly the same for the last like, five years. They care about each other and no one else. They're just trying to crawl out from under their parents’ shadows and just because I joined the club after them and have been more successful, they’ve made me public enemy number one.”
Lord runs a hand through his hair and looks around the terminal.
“I’ve had it with them saying me and Ravey don't belong and I've had it with them calling her a slore. So what if this sport hasn't come naturally to her. She wasn't given a scrub like Ashley Anderson that she could fight to a draw in her first match. She's had to work her ass off for everything in RSW, rather than hiding underneath the desks of old men with her mouth open to get ahead like Arianny. ”
Lord uses his arm to pull the belt closer to his chest.
“I jumped through every hoop to get to the top of this company. I pinned Mondae Chaos’ shoulders to the mat after her and the Rowans tried everything to stop me. Archer put me and Rave through hell and tried everything to stop me. I even put my title on the line so the new guy could see what I am made of and guess what? Same. Fucking. Result.
“So now I'm going to jump through Mrs. Delise's hoops: I'll beat her down, I'll make her BFF count her shoulders to the mat and I'll still be holding my RSW Supreme Title above my head. Then I'm going to challenge Mondae Chaos to a match for my belt anyway because fuck, what's one more hoop to jump through?
“So why is this so personal for me?”
Lord shoves the gift into Jimmie's hands.
“We need to show that we belong just as much as they do and I will beat every fucking one of them as many times as I have to. Give this to the happy couple for me.”
Lord storms off leaving Jimmie with the box. Curious - and to make sure he isn't holding a bomb - he rips the paper off and digs into the box. His hand pulls out one of Lord Blake's boots. The right one. The Silver Bullet one. He turns out over in his hands a couple times before seeing the bottom...
ARIANNY DELISE
