♥ The 7 Stages of Grief; Stage Anger [vs. Losers Inc. II]

[Arianny DeLise]

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“Of course I paid Jimmie a visit! You had to know this was going to happen.”

Shawn DeLise raked an angry hand through his hair. The fact his wife, Arianny DeLise, didn’t have any remorse over the fact she had gone behind his back and taken matters in her own hands infuriated him. He fought to control his anger.

“You have to trust me to handle things,” Shawn finally replied through gritted teeth. “I told you I would have your back.”

Arianny came up behind him and slipped her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his back. “And I do trust you. But I’ll never be that person who just sits back and waits.”

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“You!”

Arianny barges into the office of RSW Commissioner Jimmie Barassi. The ridiculously good looking douchecanoe looks up and smirks, almost like he’s been waiting for this.

“You need to learn to your job properly, psychopath! Do you have any idea what the hell you’ve done?” Arianny stops in front of Jimmie’s desk, her hands on her hips. “The last time I checked, your job description doesn’t involve screwing over the wife of the man who signs your paychecks but please correct me if I’m wrong.”

Jimmie goes to do just that but Arianny slams her hands on his desk and knocks everything off the top of it.

“SHUT UP! You’ll NEVER get away with what you did to me at the last Vendetta. Your actions allowed two undeserving people to make a mockery out of my entire career. I’ve worked my whole life to be the best wrestler, like ever, and you destroyed it!”

“You have a chance to redeem yourself, Mrs. DeLise.”

“Oh, because a tag match against Losers Inc. or International, or whatever, is like so worth my time. This is the stupidest match ever. Bryce Albright is the Absolute Champion and I am the greatest person that’s ever been born. ZERO and Issak Otto can’t compete with us. I still have the best record of anyone in this match. If it hadn’t been for your negligence and sheer ignorance in 'forgetting' to ban EVERYONE from ringside, I would still be undefeated, stupid. Guess who one of those victories is over?”

Arianny smirks.

“Luchagay.”

Jimmie exercises extreme patience.

“Issak and ZERO can preach about their abilities all they want, but here are some facts for them. Bryce has PROVEN he is the best pure wrestler in RSW. Even though Issak is also a former amateur champion, Bryce is the one who’s adapted to being a professional because he holds a title. Issak lost to his own partner, who pales in comparison in terms of skills. Where were those ‘impressive’ abilities then? They weren’t exactly on display in his squash match against Zerotine Whoever. ZERO and Issak think I’m weak and are overlooking me, and it’s the dumbest thing EVER. Miles Larsen can tell them how great I am. My lack of size and my mind are my weapons. I can slip in and out of any hold, and neither of those immigrants will be able to catch me. I’ll catch them in the air, from behind, and run circles around them. Outsmart them. My focus is on winning, one hundred percent. So believe me, I will redeem myself and there’s no way in hell Bryce is going to allow himself to go into Screamfest with a loss. We will do what has to be done, together, and as a team.”

Arianny grabs a pair of scissors from the mess she’s made and points them directly at Jimmie.

“I am not the person you want to fuck with. I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty and I’m rich. That makes me above the law. I want Hanalei Brightly at Screamfest in a match of my choosing and she won’t protest because she wants me inside that ring just as bad. I’m giving you a chance to right your wrong because if you don’t, my husband will. Shawn and I are on the same page and he wants whatever I want. You will give me Hanalei in a Submission Match and I will make that bitch tap to the Carter Crossface for the second and final time.”

Arianny stabs the scissors into the top of Jimmie’s desk, flashes him her angelic smile, and saunters from the office.

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