♥ The Ride Home [Shawn/Ari Joint RP; Vendetta VII Aftermath]

[Arianny DeLise]

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♥ October 6th, 2016 -- A Few Hours After Vendetta VII Concludes

Shawn DeLise had been unusually quiet since waking up from the “Silver Bullet” he had received from his current Supreme Champion, Lord Blake. That name. It just brought out a rage from inside of him that he feared he might not be able to contain. It was mixed with many other emotions boiling inside him. Shawn was just ready to hit max temperature and let out a blood curdling scream. He felt humiliated. He knew he had left her once, even though he’d rather not admit to his act of cowardice. This time he had wanted to stay strong and show her, his wife Arianny, that he could be there when she needed him the most.

He had failed.

No DeLise - whether they were a DeLise by blood or by marriage - took failing rather well.

He rested his chin on his fist, as his elbow was pushed up against the window as support. The limo turned onto the interstate, and Shawn just watched cars and trucks drive by. He and Arianny was sitting together in the backseat, heading home for the night. Lord Blake may have won, but Shawn was going to make sure the young 20-year old champion felt his wrath. Lord Blake was going to wish he was dead by the time Shawn was done with him.

Arianny DeLise didn’t know what she felt at the moment. Losing to Lord Blake had left her feeling sick and downright hurt. Her perfect record was everything to her. It was the very thing that kept her going match after match. No one could ever tell her that she wasn’t the best as long as she could back it all up inside that ring. It had taken her less than fifteen minutes to lose everything that mattered to her. Her entire career and everything she had worked so hard for had blown up right in her beautiful face. Not only had she let herself down, but she had let Mondae Chaos down. At this point, Arianny was convinced she would never be able to return the favor Mondae had done for her in Deathcore, and she felt like the shittiest best friend ever.

Lord Blake, Jimmie Barassi, and especially Hanalei Brightly and Bear Reynolds deserved to die.

It just wasn’t fair.

None of them knew the personal battle Arianny fought every day. She had gotten into wrestling to prove to her parents that she belonged. Arianny had never been wanted, and that fact had never been hidden from her. Katt Carter resented her daughter and blamed her for ruining her own flawless career. Arianny would never admit it out loud, but being undefeated was the best way she could hurt her mother. Even though Ari acted tough and acted like Katt’s opinion didn’t affect her, it did.

And now she could never better her.

And the idiots in RSW had won. They had gotten to see her humiliated and destroyed by a piece of shit frat boy, a goddamn paper champion, who couldn’t wrestle his way out of a paper bag. Arianny tightened her grip around her phone as it went off for what was probably the hundredth time since she had gotten into the limo. She didn’t bother to look to see who was texting her. She didn’t want to feel anything. She didn’t even care about Shawn’s presence next to her at the moment.

Shawn listened to her phone go off, becoming annoyed by the sound of it. But truth be told, it had also given him an idea. His idea was just one of the many ways he could stick it to Lord Blake. He reached into his pocket and pulled his own cellphone out, scrolling through the contacts. He found who he was looking for, a person simply labeled as ‘Lawyer Fag’.

Classic Shawn.

He waited for the other end to pick up, carefully thinking over what he was going to say. When the phone was finally answered, Shawn didn’t even give the person an opportunity to speak. He got straight to the point of his call.

“Aiden Van’t Hoff and Hailey Banks. Pull up their fuckin’ contracts and have them terminated,” Shawn paused. He allowed the person on the other end to speak just so he could make sure they had heard him. “Because I fuckin’ said so, so do it. NOW!” He clicked “end call” and hung up on the other person. His phone went back into his pocket.

Arianny didn’t bother to react. She kept going over the match in her head. Everything had been set up perfectly. She had made the best match possible for herself and Mondae. She had purposely provoked Jimmie earlier in the night to see if she could lure him over to their side. It hadn’t worked. Everything had collapsed. The entire world as Arianny knew it had fallen apart.

What kind of world was she living in?!

She finally turned around and looked at Shawn. He looked about as miserable as she felt, but her own anger had spent too long bottled up. “Maybe you should also fire Jimmie Barassi since he went above and beyond to make me look like an idiot tonight.”

It was the first sentence she had spoken in hours.

Shawn looked away from the window in that kind of dramatic, almost slow motion kind of way. His eyes settled on his wife because the name “Jimmie Barassi” wasn’t one he wanted to hear at the moment. He certainly didn’t want to hear it coming from her mouth. “You just want him fired because he looked at you, seen fuckin’ nothing, and blew ya the fuck off.” Shawn looked away. He just couldn’t stare into that angelic, misleading face of Arianny’s at the moment. The memory of her stripping her clothes off for Jimmie Barassi was the bland icing on his bitter cake. “Pull that fuckin’ stunt again, and I’ll toss you right fuckin’ out. We may be married but until all the legal documents are done and filed, you can’t get shit if I pull the plug on this.”

Arianny rolled her eyes, knowing damn well Shawn hated that. “You can take your threats and shove them.” Her bratty and horribly bitchy tone of voice had returned. “You are the one who forced me into this marriage and not vice versa. You proposed over blackmail and domestic abuse. I’m fighting a fucking war inside your company, for all of us, so excuse me if I tried to make a business arrangement with Jimmie Barassi.”

“Shut the fuck up! Did I ask for a fucking response?” He spit out in anger. Too much had happened over the course of two hours, and right now Shawn just wasn’t in the mood to hear her speak. It just added to his rage. Shawn wasn’t fully angry with her, but unfortunately Arianny happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. “You ungrateful bitch.”

“You ungrateful bitch,” Arianny mocked and folded her arms across her chest. Once again her phone went off and Shawn was quick to rip it from her hand and toss it to the ground. Arianny looked at him in shock, and suddenly everything that had happened to her and to MGM just came spilling out. “I’m fucking sick of this. Since day one in this hell hole, MGM has been tortured and shoved to the side. You promised me, PROMISED, time and time again that everything would work out and everything would be okay. You gave me everything two weeks ago and just fucking let your stupid Vegas buddy take it all away from me! I lost everything tonight, Shawn! EVERYTHING. My record is the only thing that matters to me and now I’m stuck in a fucking piece of shit match for Vendetta Eight? Is this how you get back at me for cheating on you? I’m not going to spend the rest of our lives apologizing for that. I made a few mistakes and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m not fucking perfect or whatever the hell it is you want for a wife. I have nothing else to lose, so just go ahead and release the video of Mondae. She will get out of it like she did last time, and we don’t have to look at each other anymore.”

“Oh yes, I fuckin’ did promise but you still had to work for it. You and that fuckin’ cunt Mondae have done nothing but fail me. Fuckin’ females! They just want everything handed to them without doing any work at all. Give us equals rights. Whine, whine, fuckin’ whine.” Shawn shook his head, really just fuming now. “And listen here, brat. You think for one fuckin’ second that Mondae will get away with the murder of my father? You are fucking dreaming. She’s already admitted to killing Braydon Knox on camera. Took me a lot of fucking strings to get that to go away, but if I release this, AND with her already on the FBI Watch List, she’s going down for fucking life. Remember that!”

Arianny couldn’t help herself. She completely snapped and lunged for her husband. She wrapped her hands around his throat and started choking him with every bit of strength and angst she possessed in her. “YOU DON’T GET TO THREATEN MONDAE! I am fucking sick and tired of you treating us like garbage. We got rid of Georgia. We got you your company. We got rid of Jack Owyns! You know the man who fucked me and left me!”

SMACK!

Shawn caught Ari across her face with the palm of his hand. He pushed her back and grabbed at his own throat.

“I got rid of Jack Owyns, not you. And certainly not fuckin’ Mondae. I made him take the fall that night. I held his fuckin’ daughter over his head.” Shawn massaged his throat and grit his teeth. For such a small thing, Arianny had a deadly grip with those delicate hands of hers. “You stupid fuckin’ bitches don’t even know of all the shit I’ve done for you two. You and Mondae should be sucking my dick to thank me for everything I’ve done.”

The slap wasn’t nearly as bad as the one Shawn had delivered to Ari right before their wedding had happened back on Vendetta VI. But the sheer humiliation of being struck by him, coupled with her other feelings, and the stuff Shawn didn’t know about yet, caused tears to well up in her beautiful hazel eyes. Arianny despised crying almost as much as she hated losing to Lord Blake, and it seemed like whenever she was with Shawn, she instantly became vulnerable. He robbed her of her protective walls and thick outer shell and she wrapped her arms around her slender frame as if they would guard her from him. She wasn’t sure if she believed Shawn about what he had just said about Jack purposely taking the fall for Mondae. But if it was true...

Her stomach clenched.

Arianny hadn’t been right since her hospital stay in Bora Bora. If anything, the cramping had become worse and it actually scared her a little bit. She was nauseous more often now, and at the moment she felt like she could throw up. Thanks to her battle with bulimia, she was an expert at forcing her vomit back down and she focused on bending over and picking up her phone. She turned a cold, silent shoulder to Shawn and started typing out a text to Mondae.

Meet you at Jace’s. See you soon. <3.

“Yeah. Go fuckin’ crying to Mondae.” Shawn fixed his jacket, shot Arianny a glare, and returned to staring out the window. He was doing everything he could to try and calm himself down and focusing on the cars that were passing instead of her helped him a bit.

The rest of the ride to Shawn’s new house (literal mansion) was agonizing. Arianny didn’t bother to speak to him as the limo finally came to a stop. She simply collected her things, fished her car keys from her Prada bag, and headed straight for the brand new Mercedes that had been waiting for her after getting home from Bora Bora.

Shawn had traded in the Lamborghini - his dream car - to give her back what Jackson Kendrick had destroyed with his murderous intentions.

Arianny briefly paused as she opened the driver’s side door and bit down on her bottom lip. Shawn was heading up their winding driveway, not looking back. Whatever she had wanted to say died right there on her lips. She just needed Mondae.

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