Post by Blaise on Nov 1, 2018 18:15:06 GMT
BZZZZT BZZZT
The sound of her phone vibrating had been going off her the past few minutes. Blaise stared at it waiting for it to stop. Once it did she picked it up to see who had called. There was so many times she had picked up the phone and ended up getting stuck in a unwanted conversation. If the phone number was not saved, she always let it go to voicemail to see what the person wanted. To see if it was worthwhile essentially. She dialed the phone, having some difficulty with her manicured fingers. Blaise was the type of person who liked the fine things in life. She always had her hair done, her nails done. She never went overboard, which was shown through her modest home despite being able to afford more. All this stemmed from her childhood of not being able to afford these types of things. Her parents could never afford to sign her up for the activities she wanted, could never buy her the clothes she desired- instead having to opt to wear her brothers hand-me downs. Therefore, it felt good as an adult to buy whatever you wanted.
Blaise took a sip of her drink, guzzling down the harsh alcohol as she prepared herself for what she was about to her. She sat at a bar during its happy hour to get some drinks after meeting with a few business opportunities. She gave the bartender a nod for another one, as she dialed in her password to hear what the individual wanted. It was a request, from an old "friend" of hers. She listened as he propositioned her about this new promotion coming up as he filled her in on the details. Blaise gave him a text back, not bothering to call, telling him to she would consider it as she gave someone else a call. An adviser of some sorts.
"I know it sounds crazy because I said I was done with it. After everything I went through especially and the things it put my body through I probably shouldn't. I'm also not getting any younger and if i want to have some kids someday the clock is ticking. I know, I know.. I never wanted to return but after hearing what he had to say about this company, Divine Wrestling, it seemed like it could be worth it. There are so many things that I still haven't done. I wrestled such a small circle of individuals and doing all of this could be good in the long run. It could get my name out to different places. Just think about it... There were so many good times."
She began to reminisce as she stirred her drink a bit, before taking another gulp.
"I might have some rust, but it's nothing I can't shake off. The more I think and talk about it, the more it seems like a good idea. It’s time for change. I have limited myself for far too long, robbing so many of getting able to experience… me!"
The next thing she knew she found herself dialing the number back and a couple days after... signing a contract and being booked a return back. It all happened so quickly and all she could do was roll with it and hope for the best. Not everything in life is planned and sometimes the unplanned things were some of the best to happen to you.
IT WAS TIME TO RETURN. The past year Blaise spent rethinking her career decisions, resting her body after years day-to-day schedules, and taking care of private affairs. She was only twenty-five, but had accomplished so much so quick. Her start in wrestling opened the door for many things, which she explored, but none satisfied her like being able to bash someone's head into the floor and not be scolded, but instead met with cheers. That was something she would never admit though. Her love and dedication to the sport. Throughout her career she sort of morphed into someone she hated. Someone who was bitter and did cruel things, but it was because she had to. It was what was necessary.
Blaise was in the middle of packing. She sat on her wooden floor in her townhouse that was located in the Fairmount district of Philadelphia. The house was modestly decorated, mostly because she barely spent time there anyway with the exception of the last year. The home had three bedrooms, one being her bedroom, another functioning as a closet and a area to get ready in, and the third was another bedroom. At one point it was a guest bedroom, but the past year the individual who was supposed to be staying for a couple weeks ending up staying longer than planned. As Blaise folded her clothes into her suitcase, she could hear the pitter patter of little feet making their way to her bedroom. The brunette looked up, tucking a piece of her hair behind her eye that was obstructing her vision.
"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?"
She spoke with an authoritative and stern voice. Blaise was not used to this whole thing. She was not a mother, yet had taken on the role suddenly. Her niece slowly walked in, with her teddy bear tucked into snug underneath her arm. She was drowning in her nightgown which dragged against the floor.
"I couldn't sleep. It's dark and scary."
The five year old muttered as she simultaneously rubbed her tired eyes. Blaise motioned with her head towards her bed and the child crawled quickly inside the covers. She had been temporarily watching over her brothers child, Emilia, because he was going through a hard time trying to cope with the fact that he had lost his wife. It had been two years, but he was still recovering and found himself not caring for his child the way she needed to be. Therefore, rather than putting her into the system Blaise had taken her into her home despite having never really taken care of a child. She was just getting used to it and good, but it now it was all going to change with her going back to her career and Emilia back to her father. It was tough, but necessary. A girl needed her daddy.
"How long are you away? I-I was having fun."
"I know, Emilia, I was having fun too, but it's time to back to daddy. He loves you, and he needs you. You're going to go back home, but that doesn't mean you won't see me anymore. I will be gone like before, but a little less because I found something that works for us so I'll be there. "
"Yeah, but teddy is going to miss you."
She spoke for her teddy bear that she held tightly against her, although it was very clear that her teddy was "speaking" for her own feelings.
"I'll miss you too, that's why when I leave I'm going to make it worth it. I'm going to work hard, Em, and it's going to give more help to you and your daddy. It's another way of me taking care of you guys, but when I get old I expect you to do the same.
"
She nodded, as she plopped her head on a pillow with a big yawn. Emilia whispered in response.
"Do you think I can watch this time? I’m a big girl now..”
“I don’t know about that. That’s something we’ll talk about later, hun. For now I think you should go to sleep because Auntie has got a lot to do and it's really late.”
It most likely would not be spoken about, as she hoped the young one would just forget. Blaise did so many things she was not proud of that she did not want her niece to do or think was okay, because it wasn’t. It was just at times it called for desperate measures. She knew that one day she would grow up and see all the nasty things she said but was not ready for all that because it did not reflect who she truly was. Besides, she already had so many important things going on at the moment. It was time for Gwendolyn, or as the world known her, Blaise to stop playing "Mommy" and to get back to what she was good at. Spending time with her niece softened her heart, but that would not cause a change of heart for the brunette. By all means, when she got in that ring she did things that if Emilia did she would scold her for, but she did what she had to do to get by. Things were never easy for Blaise. There was a lot of competition and to stick out, sometimes you had to do what you had to do- whether it be right or wrong. At the end of the day, she and her family knew her true self.
She was excited but was trying to shake off the nerves. There was so much hype. The first show would set the tone and show what everyone was made of. The last thing anyone wanted to do was go out there and make a fool out of yourself by losing. Especially when you ran your mouth as much as Blaise did. She really needed this to work. She needed the money, not because she was broke but because she wanted to do more for others. To eventually branch out and help the community, alongside her family, which was nice but the way she went about to achieve these things were far from. At home she was kind, she was loving, and very helpful, but when Gwendolyn Geier walked into an arena and became Blaise she was an entirely different person. Perhaps she was her true form, in the sense that she said what she wanted to say without fear of hurting anyone's feelings. It was liberating to just be allowed to express all of these things and it be acceptable to some standard, which is why no matter how many times she told herself she was wrestling her last match she came back. She did not come back for nothing though. Sure, the competition was tough and probably way out of her league- but that never stopped her before.
The clock was ticking. Soon Blaise, along with everyone else, would be thrusted into this new workplace and she was uncertain of how things would work out. If they did not work out, of course had other options but there was a sense of familiarity about Divine that made it feel like the right fit. She was in the midst of trying out her new gear that was being prepped for the show. There was a lot of pressure to make an impression, especially considering she was set to close the show. After it wrapped up Blaise was seen exiting the building when she was met with cameras. The brunette chuckled, not feeling surprised, as she adjusted her sunglasses on her face.
"My first thought was to ask if you're following me around, but of course you are. I can't imagine you have anything else better to do. First things first, let me stop you because I already know what you're thinking. You're probably overwhelmed, excited, and the child inside you is thinking OHYMGOSH is that Blaise? One of the greatest champions of all time, a living legend before my eyes... A WOMAN that is a trailblazer by so many means and that has captured every championship she has laid her eyes on. What is she doing here? Can I get her autograph- and before you do that and embarrass yourself I'll save you that by telling you right now no.. If I stopped for everyone then I would never get anything done, so if you want a word.. if you want a signed T-shirt or something you talk to my people. You write a professional email to my business account and they will get back to you. Speaking of.. " She pauses her rant as she types a message in her phone before shoving it in her purse that is hanging off her arm. "Unlike everyone else, I'm not here to just wrestle and be the best in the business because I already am. I am "THE MAN", win or lose there is a certain draw that comes when my name is mentioned because I know how to put on a show. Everyone wants to be the best, but I have nothing left to prove. I have already shown that I am a one-woman wrecking machine that does whatever it takes, thus explaining why it was such a great sign to have me join the roster. So again, I repeat, you're wondering what am I doing here? I'm not here to just wrestle and improve, nor is my interest solely on gaining titles.. "
Blaise taps her index finger a few times on her chin, as her red coated lips curve into a smirk. Suddenly, she drops her hand to her sign when the "light bulb pops off in her head."
"Oh that's right, I'm here to make some MOULA. A great man once said... everybody has a price, so here I am back in a wrestling promotion. It is something some have thought they would never see before, especially considering there are so many dream matches between me and other individuals that have yet to happen. So I guess you can say me being here is kind of a big deal. I tend on getting every dime that I deserve, whilst taking money off your families tables. To some this might seem so ridiculous, you know to those who live under a rock and have no idea who I am... but they will soon. This Saturday at the historic first EVER Saga I take on Rory Hazlow at the iconic Madison Square Garden. It'll be a match to remember is something I will promise you, because I always make good first impressions." She smiles sweetly, but clicking her tongue. "It'll be a sort of clash of classes. You'll have me.. hailing from the beautiful Philadelphia, Pennsylvania against the perfect example of the trash that comes out of Detroit, Michigan... Rory Hazlow. It must have been hard growing up in Detroit and while a girl loves her money, you could not pay me enough to go and visit that GODAWFUL city. But good for you for getting out, Rory... for doing better for yourself. But before I read a little bit more into Rory, I would first like to publicly demand to speak to someone in charge around here. It’s the first week and instead of treating me like the Queen I am you throw me- PRECIOUS little Blaise, so sweet- into the ring with that BEASTLY looking cave-man. Yeah, you can prepare yourself to be hearing about my people about this. I’m not concerned about whether I can take him on because it is not the first obstacle I have seen. My career consists mainly of those as the odds are always stacked against me. And I know some people might think that I’m overreacting, that I’m judging Rory by his looks which is wrong because “you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover” and what not. And how I’m not presenting a good image for all those that are watching, but it is not my job or intention to be a role model. I am not doing there for all those watching, rather I am doing it for myself… and when I look at Rory I see beady greedy little eyes. He looks like the type of guy to cope a feel in a crowd at a concert and how can you blame him? I can’t imagine him being able to have someone willingly allow his touch. AND YOU KNOW, I bet that little perv is excited to be able to cope a feel, to be able to run his hand through my silky hair. This is quite the opportunity for him on all levels and to be frank, it makes my skin crawl. He’ll be able to do all these things, but one thing he won’t be able to do is keep me down. It’s going to be a match two out of three falls and he might get lucky once, but I assure you that it won’t happen twice. It won’t happen because I’m stronger than him, I might not even be a better wrestler than him… It will happen because I will outsmart him. He won’t know what to do in the with me and by time he figures it out, it’ll be too late. But Rory, sweetie, don't be too hard on yourself when you lose because all hope will not be lost. You'll find your place eventually and for all you know coming out of this we could become friends even. Perhaps you can take those big muscles of yours and you know, fetch me a coffee every now and then. The possibilities are endless when you think about it!"
Her phone began to buzz, so she went to fish it out of her purse. Upon looking at it, she sighed.
Her phone began to buzz, so she went to fish it out of her purse. Upon looking at it, she sighed.
"Great, now I'm late for my meeting... Are you happy now?"
The dramatic self-proclaimed Queen then storms off to the direction of the parking lot. The scene fades with the image of Blaise growing smaller and smaller with distance.
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