You'll Light The Fuse Nov 16, 2015 12:13:24 GMT -5
Post by Athena on Nov 16, 2015 12:13:24 GMT -5
A press conference is in full swing as you can see, the room felt packed from wall to wall. In front of all of the reporters and media were two rows of tables and chairs set up, with name cards, microphones and water bottles. The center of this was a dark wood podium, decorated with the UFC logo. After a successful PPV, all of the champions and challengers were in their respective seats, taking questions from the press. A young female reporter stood up as she spoke out, loud enough for the front row to hear her.
Wes, it seems like you achieved everything you could possibly achieve in the competitive world of MMA. What about a transition to wrestling? Could it be a possibility? Maybe there is someone...
The young lady was cut off by the laughter of Wes Danielson, the current Lightweight Champion as he shook his hand, trying his best not to start throwing insults and jabs.
Oh, this is rich. Do you think I am dumb after taking too many blows to the head or something? I know where this is all heading. This is your clever way of asking me about a former fighter, who was previously romantically linked to my captivating persona and is now a professional wrestler. You expect me to spill some dirt on her or bash professional wrestling entertainment, right? Need a few headlines to replace that god awful sweater?
With the crowd trying to drown Wes in boo's, the reporter tried her best not to lash out at the champion. A grin formed across his lips as he continued speaking after the noise died down.
Well, sorry to say, toots, you are not going to get a single word out of me. If this is all of the questions you have, then I am done with this farce.
Standing up from his seat, Wes grabbed the title from the table in front, placed it on his shoulder and headed backstage. At that moment, he pulled out his iPhone from out of the pocket of his jacket and quickly dialed a number. Looking around nervously, he paced around the hallway as he listened to the dial tone.
Wes, hey, long time no call. How are you? Aren't you right after fight? I thought the PPV was tonight.
It was... Um, yeah, to be honest... I'm just after a press conference. One of the journalists there asked about my thoughts on wrestling and wrestlers...
Laughter could be heard from the other end as it did make Wes smile just a bit.
And you, of course, blew up at the poor soul and stormed off?
Sod the fuck off.
Both busted out laughing as we can see the scene cut to a coffee shop, not too far away from the gym in Detroit, where Blake started out her career in sports.
Looking out the window she saw Wes stepping out from his fully decked out Lamborghini Veneno, in an expensive suit, black shades and a gold watch that you could see glistening from a mile away. As he walked inside of the coffee shop all eyes were on him as the heavily tattooed vixen stood up from her seat with a huge grin on her face.
An expensive attention whore.
The two eye catching redheads embrace in a warm hug. After a few seconds they sit down in front of each other in a booth, with the waitress bringing two cups of coffee. Nothing fancy, just your regular black coffee with just a tiny bit of sugar and a little chocolate candy on the saucer's edge.
I thought that you becoming champ will mean the end of our meetings. Signings, meet and greets, interviews, photoshoots and all of that jazz probably eats up all of your time.
Well, that and the gym. Yeah, pretty much, I don't see the light of day much.
Maybe it's because of those dark glasses? Take them off, you are giving me serious douche chills.
Wes grinned at the tattooed Vixen in front of him and took those glasses off, looking straight at her.
Sorry, sometimes I forget where my gimmick ends and where I begin.
Wes was there at Fight Night when Blake scored her very first win and started her career. After that, one thing just led to another. Their romance was fiery and passionate, full of soaring highs and devastating lows as the two finally came to a conclusion that after two years they are better off living their separate lives. But in the end they made a pact to meet once every 3 months. And only with a few exceptions they've been good at least at meeting for coffee or dinner. After all, they knew each other better than anyone and wanted to keep their friendship alive.
So, trooper, saw that you barely got the win there against that Ghost girl or what's her name.
Shadow. Alice Shadow. Yeah... I... I honestly didn't really expect for her to be that good. I knew that she wasn't an easy target, but with so much time off and with her more focused on relationships and marriage, I was certain that the match won't take longer than 5 minutes. I train and prepare myself for this every single day of my life... I barely made it. I almost sank to the bottom that night.
I did. It still kills me. I had to re-watch the entire thing with Seth, so that we could fix the flaws and I was so disappointed in the entire thing. It seemed like I just couldn't figure her out. Like she had a code I just can't break. It was.... It was so fucking frustrating. Whatever I do, she always had an answer.
Since when did you become so mopey?
Blake eyes shot up at Wes as you could see her jaw clench and her fingers wrap around the cup a bit tighter.
Pulled a whisker there, kitten? What the fuck happened to you? You never acted like this before. Not when you were in the Octagon. Back there you were a fuckin' prize fighter. Everybody feared to step inside that cage with you. You were merciless, you were fearless, you were the one everybody wanted to be. Everybody was jealous of you. And you knew it. You knew it and you flaunted it. Now, you've changed. You are not the same Blake Harper. All you do is moan and groan and make excuses. You sob around that you are not good enough, that you could do better, that you misjudged. Since when did you start aiming to please? Beth Phoenix will wipe the floor with your red extensions if....
Her eyes got narrow as suddenly her fist landed straight first against the table. The cups in front of them shook, even splashing out some of the coffee as Wes had that Cheshire cat grin plastered right across his face
SHUT UP! Fuck you, Wes. Fuck you. I am not some pushover. And I am not some mopey, whiny princess. You know that better than anybody else. I came into GZWA thinking I'm this next big thing, with a killer background and skills not many out here have. I felt above the rest, because of my physical abilities, my training, my different approach to wrestling. Alice shook up those foundations. She showed me that I am not the best...
Wes was just about to open his mouth as Blake placed a hand in his face, immediately stopping him.
Yet. And you know why?
Leaning back in his seat, the Champ crossed his arms in front of his chest as he looked at Blake with this confident little smirk.
Because I won't make the mistake of misjudging and undermining her abilities in the ring. I know that she is physically far more stronger than me, has not only the height advantage, but also the weight advantage. To add to that, she had an illustrious career, filled with title reigns and victories. But all of that? All of those qualities that should make me shiver in my Dr. Martens? They will lead her to a devastating loss. The Glamazon will tap out right there in the middle of that ring on Primetime. Because she will misjudge me, she will think that all of those advantages, all of those amazing attributes and my doubtfulness, will bring her an easy win. Keep me on my feet, don't let me take her to the ground and she is next in line for the title. She will make the same mistake I've made.
And you, Skittles?
Finally, a very similar grin appeared on Blake's face as she leaned in forward and looked at Wes.
I am hungry. I want to win, I need to win. I... I want to be champion. I need to be up there with the best, to face fired up challengers and to wake up every morning knowing that I am at the top of the food chain and everybody wants to fight me. Me... Against the world. A win against someone like Beth Phoenix will bring me even closer than before. And I will do everything to win. Not in the sense of cheating or lacking sportsmanship. I will do everything in training, preparing, catching her off guard. I lived to fight another day and all I can do is move forward, step by step, until I hold the Vixen's title.
Oh, hi, Blake, thought you will never come.
You are a twatwaffle.
Yeah, but I think that this twatwaffle just lit a fire under your tattooed ass and helped you mentally prepare to face a monster. You are welcome and will receive my bill in the mail over the course of the following week. And if you start sobbing one more time, I will show you firsthand why I won my title.
You'll see, just because I try and be humble, doesn't mean I lost my will or my confidence. Nobody will underestimate me. It won't take long till you're not the only champion sitting behind this table.
The camera zooms out showing the two best friends and former lovers looking at each other. Both with fire in their eyes and those confident grins plastered across their faces. Soon enough the scene fades to black.