Post by Athena on Feb 3, 2017 16:04:31 GMT -5
Sitting in a cheap rented apartment in Syracuse, NY, Blake was pulling cigarette after cigarette out of the pack, smoking all of the stress away. Resting on the kitchen counter you could see that she was trying to hold on to her own sanity. Or at least of what was left of it. As the camera slowly zooms out, it shows Johnny Gargano, of all people, sitting right in front of her, twirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked up at her and just shook his head. You could see that he was worried about her.
How did you manage to screw up your relationships with the entire roster? I mean, when someone as outrageously vain and dumb as the Machine leave you to fend for yourself in a tag match... Hun, you really fucked it all up.
Blake simply sighed at him as she tapped the cigarette with her fingers, tapping off some of the ashes.
How many times do I have to repeat myself? I don't care about any of them and their feelings towards me. They are all untalented, washed up actors and models, who try to pretend that they are athletes. I don't need their help. I am perfectly capable of reigning supreme on my own.
Well, if memory serves me correct, you currently are on a epic losing streak. And haven't one a match in 6 months or so.
The moment those words left his mouth, Blake put out her cigarette as she shot him a menacing look.
Blake, I mean, really, you are an amazing athlete. Your moveset is something to envy. Seriously, there are moments when I actually think that I would love you to train me. But this attitude and self-entitlement... You make mistakes like any other. You are not the best. You still have so much to learn, so much to achieve. I think you would go so much further if you would be just a tad more humble.
The redhead hellion didn't say a single word as she looked through the window out to the busy street. Johnny continued sipping on his whiskey as he looked at the broken silhouette of Blake sitting on the kitchen counter.
I know you don't like hearing this in the slightest... But, you simply need to put everything behind. This week on Primetime you just need to focus on simply beating Veda and scoring a victory. If you want to be the best in this business, you need to start winning and making your way up that ladder.
Blake moved to her suitcase as she searched for something. Johnny just simply raised a brow, but continued his speech.
After all, you don't want to suffer another loss not only at the hands of the Machine, but also lose to a lawyer, who has barely any ring experience.
At that moment she turned around pointing a gun right at him. Johnny jumped to his feet, dropping the whiskey glass, which shattered on the floor. With his hands up, he moved backwards towards the wall.
WHAT THE FUCK, BLAKE??!!
Taking a few steps closer she smiled at him.
Blake, please, give that to me...
She gave the revolver's cylinder a good spin as she put the gun to her own head.
You know what's the secret to good comedy?
Leaning forward she turned her head a tad sideways and pulled the trigger. Johnny's eyes got wide, but all he heard was a click. It was empty.
Timing. And what's courage?
She took a few steps closer as she pulled the trigger once more. This time Johnny closed his eyes... And heard another empty click.
Grace under pressure.
As she was standing right next to him, her face nearing closer and closer, she place the gun right under her chin.
And.. Who's the boss?
Johnny looked at her, taking a deep breath as she pulled the trigger one last time.
I'm the boss...
Blake dropped the gun to the ground as you could see that the cylinder was empty. As Blake left Johnny pressed against the wall, breathing like he had just ran a marathon and drops of sweat glistening on his forehead, the scene faded to black.
