Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2012 12:17:50 GMT -5
Looking around this place I realize that 4 months is a lot longer then you think. After I’d hurt Kurt I’d lost my drive to do this and so, I simply faded away, returned home. I’d still pissed of Jerry though and that had been my main objective. To teach him a lesson for always getting in the middle of my love life…my whole life actually.
When he decided to retire himself, he’d actually gotten his own apartment and I’d barely spoken to him or seen him. He’d gone back to his old self where he barely spoke. All the work I’d done on him to get him to be more open was for nothing however, I would have been fine had he not tried so desperately to break Kurt and I up.
I didn’t blame him for the accident, which was my own fault. It was my own fault too that he didn’t remember who the fuck I was. Guess I didn’t have to worry about his baggage. Last I heard he’d gone back to his playboy ways, just like before I even existed in his life. I’m only happy that I hadn’t made up my mind about how I felt about him.
My love life had been empty since then. I’d helped my dad with his training at the school. I’d got my part-time job at the grocery store back, but the manager still didn’t even walk in front of me….it started to get too domestic for me.
At Peter’s wedding I’d seen how happy Lexi was with Drake. How she talked about how she’d missed the wrestling world and she’d been out of it a lot longer than I had and I realized something….I missed it too. It was where I was supposed to be so I opened up my feelers and it touched Bill Adams and MPW. The best part was that I wasn’t confined to being some goody goody like I had when I’d been Jerry’s manager. I was doing this all on my own and I could be as badass as I wanted, and so, the Goddess was born.
~*~
I finished my lunch and wasn’t even fazed by my brother’s outburst. I didn’t know what he was up to but it wasn’t any of my business anyway. I dumped the tray in the garbage and decided that I probably should cash in my winnings; the crappy part was that because of the stupid taxes here I was going to lose a lot of it. You would think with how much they took away from their residents that they’d have better systems in place. Govn’t paid healthcare is not the enemy people!
I ended up with 5k when all was said and done. Not bad for walking in with a 100 bones. I had nothing better to do so I decided that I’d probably check out the arena and my dressing room. I’d made very specific requests. Maybe I’d even get in some training too, which meant I’d have to pick up some work out gear and I was really too lazy to go back to my hotel so I guess Vegas was buying me some new gear.
Bags in hand I came up to the doors got my name checked off like I was getting into some bad night club. The guy looked like he was reject bouncer. Walking in it takes me about 3 seconds to find my dressing room. Curious I take a look at who my neighbours are and I’m a little shocked to see that Jackson Blaze is across from me. Of course I knew he was here…he was one of the many that had been recruited from the failing NYCCW, but I hadn’t expected him to be sharing space with me. Part of me wondered if I would have had to face him if I’d stayed in the Midwest…or if Jerry would have to face him. His reputation preceded him, I supposed you didn’t call yourself the bastard for nothing, but I couldn’t help but wonder a little about what he was like. I’d never actually spoken to him; he’d been higher profile than I had been….
The door opens suddenly and the man himself is standing in front of me and I have no idea what do say or do…I mean what do you say to someone like him when your staring up at his door with probably the dumbest look on your face. God. It’s a good thing I don’t blush.
“Being star-struck isn't a good showing from you, honey.”
I shake myself free of my thoughts completely as the comment breaks me away from the stupid juvenile daydreaming state. I catch sight of the cold, arrogant eyes of the Bastard himself; I still don’t have the slightest idea of what to say to him in response. It’s not long before he speaks again.
“Even though you were staring at my name, I'll introduce myself anyway. I'm Jackson Blaze. The coldest and most dominant superstar you'll ever meet. It’s an honour for you to get this introduction and you should feel highly privileged you got the luck and opportunity to meet me.”
Blaze flashes me his overly-cocky smile and starts to turn toward his locker room, there was no way in hell I was going to let him get the final say. Who the hell did he think he was, talking to me like I was just another blonde bimbo…was my name Electra Stevens?
“I know exactly who you are, Blaze.” He turns back toward me, not expecting I guess for someone like me to have such a command to her voice, “I've seen what you can do and I must say you're very good. But…” I take a moment to step up to him, looking up into those eyes, “I think it's you that should feel honoured. Any man I choose to will bend to the Goddess, so, yes, bastard, feel ‘honoured’ that I'm letting you strut that ass of yours away and not making you buckle right now.”
I blow him a kiss, and then flash an overly-arrogant smile of my own. For effect I make sure to wiggle my ass a little and go toward my own dressing room. I make sure to take a quick peek as I shut the door. He’s standing wide-mouthed and quiet, those eyes that were cocky and arrogant a moment ago were now staring blankly after me. I make sure to wiggle my fingers at him before shutting the door. He may have a reputation to live up to but so did I and if I was going to make it in this business as anything other than Justin Fischer’s little sister I needed to setup my own boundaries. I had Blaze hooked; maybe I could have a little fun with this…besides…he was cute…
When he decided to retire himself, he’d actually gotten his own apartment and I’d barely spoken to him or seen him. He’d gone back to his old self where he barely spoke. All the work I’d done on him to get him to be more open was for nothing however, I would have been fine had he not tried so desperately to break Kurt and I up.
I didn’t blame him for the accident, which was my own fault. It was my own fault too that he didn’t remember who the fuck I was. Guess I didn’t have to worry about his baggage. Last I heard he’d gone back to his playboy ways, just like before I even existed in his life. I’m only happy that I hadn’t made up my mind about how I felt about him.
My love life had been empty since then. I’d helped my dad with his training at the school. I’d got my part-time job at the grocery store back, but the manager still didn’t even walk in front of me….it started to get too domestic for me.
At Peter’s wedding I’d seen how happy Lexi was with Drake. How she talked about how she’d missed the wrestling world and she’d been out of it a lot longer than I had and I realized something….I missed it too. It was where I was supposed to be so I opened up my feelers and it touched Bill Adams and MPW. The best part was that I wasn’t confined to being some goody goody like I had when I’d been Jerry’s manager. I was doing this all on my own and I could be as badass as I wanted, and so, the Goddess was born.
~*~
I finished my lunch and wasn’t even fazed by my brother’s outburst. I didn’t know what he was up to but it wasn’t any of my business anyway. I dumped the tray in the garbage and decided that I probably should cash in my winnings; the crappy part was that because of the stupid taxes here I was going to lose a lot of it. You would think with how much they took away from their residents that they’d have better systems in place. Govn’t paid healthcare is not the enemy people!
I ended up with 5k when all was said and done. Not bad for walking in with a 100 bones. I had nothing better to do so I decided that I’d probably check out the arena and my dressing room. I’d made very specific requests. Maybe I’d even get in some training too, which meant I’d have to pick up some work out gear and I was really too lazy to go back to my hotel so I guess Vegas was buying me some new gear.
Bags in hand I came up to the doors got my name checked off like I was getting into some bad night club. The guy looked like he was reject bouncer. Walking in it takes me about 3 seconds to find my dressing room. Curious I take a look at who my neighbours are and I’m a little shocked to see that Jackson Blaze is across from me. Of course I knew he was here…he was one of the many that had been recruited from the failing NYCCW, but I hadn’t expected him to be sharing space with me. Part of me wondered if I would have had to face him if I’d stayed in the Midwest…or if Jerry would have to face him. His reputation preceded him, I supposed you didn’t call yourself the bastard for nothing, but I couldn’t help but wonder a little about what he was like. I’d never actually spoken to him; he’d been higher profile than I had been….
The door opens suddenly and the man himself is standing in front of me and I have no idea what do say or do…I mean what do you say to someone like him when your staring up at his door with probably the dumbest look on your face. God. It’s a good thing I don’t blush.
“Being star-struck isn't a good showing from you, honey.”
I shake myself free of my thoughts completely as the comment breaks me away from the stupid juvenile daydreaming state. I catch sight of the cold, arrogant eyes of the Bastard himself; I still don’t have the slightest idea of what to say to him in response. It’s not long before he speaks again.
“Even though you were staring at my name, I'll introduce myself anyway. I'm Jackson Blaze. The coldest and most dominant superstar you'll ever meet. It’s an honour for you to get this introduction and you should feel highly privileged you got the luck and opportunity to meet me.”
Blaze flashes me his overly-cocky smile and starts to turn toward his locker room, there was no way in hell I was going to let him get the final say. Who the hell did he think he was, talking to me like I was just another blonde bimbo…was my name Electra Stevens?
“I know exactly who you are, Blaze.” He turns back toward me, not expecting I guess for someone like me to have such a command to her voice, “I've seen what you can do and I must say you're very good. But…” I take a moment to step up to him, looking up into those eyes, “I think it's you that should feel honoured. Any man I choose to will bend to the Goddess, so, yes, bastard, feel ‘honoured’ that I'm letting you strut that ass of yours away and not making you buckle right now.”
I blow him a kiss, and then flash an overly-arrogant smile of my own. For effect I make sure to wiggle my ass a little and go toward my own dressing room. I make sure to take a quick peek as I shut the door. He’s standing wide-mouthed and quiet, those eyes that were cocky and arrogant a moment ago were now staring blankly after me. I make sure to wiggle my fingers at him before shutting the door. He may have a reputation to live up to but so did I and if I was going to make it in this business as anything other than Justin Fischer’s little sister I needed to setup my own boundaries. I had Blaze hooked; maybe I could have a little fun with this…besides…he was cute…