Post by Blair Buchannan-Stylez on May 3, 2020 22:04:25 GMT -5
I am never gonna give you anything you expect
you think i'm like the others , boy you need to get your eyes checked !
-Marina & The Diamonds
Southern Heavyweight Champion
Blair Buchannan-Stylez
in
Big Daddy Issues
The Buchannan / Stylez Residence
New Orleans, Louisiana.It had been about five days since the Showcase at The Wright Farm and, while things could have gone a little better, Blair was currently in quite the celebratory mood. After emerging from a nice long shower with her phone in hand--Blair was currently engaged in a very intense online bidding war for a one of a kind Versace gown. She had been going back and forth with a user by the name of MissCouture55 all day.--Blair made her way into the master bedroom and then of course to the expansive walk-in closet that was essentially the size of a small boutique.
“Say So” by Doja Cat was currently blasting from the built in speakers in the ceiling, setting the tone for her usual daily glam ritual. She swayed her hips to the beat as she began pulling out articles of clothing from drawers built into the walls. First, she slipped into a black La Perla Second Skin thong before stepping into a matching black strapless bra that she pulled up over her hips, then abdomen, before finally securing it around her breasts. That’s when an alert on her phone went off. With her hair still somewhat dripped wet from the shower, Blair reached over to the island in the center of the closet that housed all of her jewelry and snatched up the phone, thinking it was that bitch MissCouture55 trying to outbid her again. Her eyes instantly lit up once she saw what was on the screen. She swiped up and scanned the words on the phone before screaming out in pure delight.
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “YYYYYESSSSSSS!!!”
She shouted, completely elated. Blair skipped happily from the closet and into the master bedroom before climbing onto the bed with the phone still in her hands. With her eyes glued to the screen, Blair continued to ‘dance’ to the music atop of the bed while on her knees, whipping her long wet hair every now and then while rocking her hips from side to side.
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “That’s what the fuck i’m talkin a-bout!!!”
Leaning against the doorway, LA Johnny Stylez watches his wife gyrating on their bed. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and instead just watches with that trademark arrogant smirk on his face and one of his eyebrows raised.
LA Johnny Stylez: “I’d hate to break up this little show you’ve got going on, but what may I ask has got you in such high spirits?”
Spotting Johnny, Blair tosses the phone to him.
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “Look for yourself!”
Catching the phone, Johnny scans over it for a moment. His brow furrows then and he cocks his head to the side a little before inching closer to the bed.
LA Johnny Stylez: “Um...connect the dots for me Bee...what exactly am I supposed to be lookin’ at? Cus all I see is some shitty review of our first HBO show!”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “Yes..but it’s a shitty review in THE HOLLYWOOD REPORTER!”
LA Johnny Stylez: “I still don’t follow.”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “The Hollywood Reporter only ever writes up notable shows and movies. The fact that we’re even on their radar is HUUUUUGE! No other wrestling company is even CLOSE to getting that type of exposure. This is like, next level shit!”
LA Johnny Stylez: “I see your point...you’ll have to excuse my lack of enthusiasm. This whole Damon Riggs thing has me a little on edge..”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “I knowwww….” She purred, softly.
Johnny sits down on the bed and Blair crawls up behind him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and resting her chin on the back of his head.
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “But there’s plenty of time to worry about all of that...right now...we have some really good news….and I think we should celebrate, if you catch my drift.”
That arrogant smirk reappears on Johnny’s face.
LA Johnny Stylez: “Well...I guess when you put it like THAT….”
Standing up, Johnny turns around and lifts Blair up by her hips. She giggles, wrapping her legs around his waist and leaning down and meeting her lips with his as they begin trading passionate kisses, one more heated than the last. Playfully, Johnny tosses Blair onto the bed, before pulling his shirt off and climbing on top of her...
...Some Hours Later…
Feeling more relaxed and refreshed than ever, Blair makes her way downstairs to the kitchen after Johnny left to go handle some ‘important business’ as he put it. Zuma was seated at the kitchen island, snacking on something while looking at his phone. He notices Blair and makes a face at her, as she has on a white Valentino graphic t-shirt with the letters ‘VLTN’ tied up around her midsection but is still in her panties from earlier.
Zuma Rockwell: “Gross...do you mind? I’m trying to eat.”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “Would that happen to be food that I bought, while you’re on a phone using wifi that I foot the bill for?”
Zuma Rockwell: “For your information…”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “Nuh uh! I asked a question. I did not ask for an attitude.”
Zuma Rockwell: “Oh, well the attitude is free so..”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “So i’ll donate it to charity, because I don’t need it. What are you looking at on your phone anyway?”
Zuma Rockwell: “I was trying to tell you...I was reading up on that Christian Rivers dude you’re facing this week.”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “Ew...why?”
Zuma Rockwell: “Because i’m the editor of Outlaw Magazine and a backstage interviewer? I’m supposed to keep up with what’s going on...and you should too...your title is on the line this week and he seems pretty serious about taking it from you. But from what I gathered, he got a couple of things wrong..Like..”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “Don’t even bother finishing that sentence. I don’t need to hear anything that man has to say. He and the rest of his crew look like the type to get confused on how to get to Sesame Street….anyway, if you’ll excuse me...I’ve got places to be!”
With that, Blair grabbed a bottle of chilled champagne from their wine cooler and made her way back upstairs. Moments later, Blair was just putting the finishing touches on her makeup when her phone began to vibrate. She picked it up and took a look at the name on the screen before answering.
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “Well well well, if it isn’t my eskimo sister!”
Apathy: “Your what?”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “Eskimo sister! You know...when two girls have fucked the same guy!”
Apathy: “Oh..that’s adorable...listen that’s actually why i’m calling. Your husband just hit me up and invited me to dinner….tonight.”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “Interesting..He did leave for his office down at Outlawz a little while ago and said he had some important business to take care of. What did you say?”
Apathy: “Well obviously I said yes. What do you think he wants?”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “Fuck if I know, but just act cool. Last week he confronted me with pictures of me and Sam Jr kissing on his yacht…”
Apathy: “What?!”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “I know, but it’s not what it looks like...and I explained that much to Johnny but he was super calm about it so I guess he had someone following me. I’m assuming he did the same to you...You’ve been laying low, right? Like..in case someone has been following you...there’s nothing we should be worried about?”
Apathy: “Let’s just say I’ve been covering all my bases.”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “Perfect..well then just play it cool and we should be fine. Listen, while i’ve got you on the line...this thing with Big Daddy is freaking me out. I barely got Johnny off of my back but if he had someone following me, i’m worried that sooner or later they’re going to find out about me knowing where Laramie is. I don’t think him being in a coma is enough…”
Apathy: “What are you going to do?”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “I don’t know...do you have anything else I could slip him?”
Apathy: “I’m not a fucking pharmacy, Blair. You’re a big girl...just give him a little push or something. Smother him with a pillow!”
Blair Buchanan-Stylez: “Oh Gawd, that’s so 90’s!”
Apathy: “Well figure it out, Blair. I’ve gotta to go...the car Johnny sent for me just got here.”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “Alright, fine...remember...ACT NATURAL!”
Apathy: “YOU act natural!” *Click.*
...Moments Later…
Blair makes her way out of their home and into the back of the blacked out Lincoln Navigator waiting to take her to the super secret medical facility where “Big Daddy” Sam Laramie had been treated since the brutal attack months ago and now more recently since falling into a coma at the hands of Blair herself. Her stomach was twisted in knots, but she understood that Big Daddy was a loose end. While he may very well stay in that coma for eternity, it was also a possibility that he could wake up especially receiving round the clock medical attention. The longer he stayed alive, the more of a chance Johnny had of getting to him which could easily backfire on both him and Blair.
They couldn’t afford another controversy, especially after the new deal with HBO thrusting OPW further into the spotlight thus leaving everyone susceptible to more scrutiny. The situation with Big Daddy needed to be taken care of fast, but with a certain level of tact and discretion. At this point, Blair had been regularly ‘checking in’ on Big Daddy to keep up appearances, so it wouldn’t have been out of the ordinary for medical staff to see her as she had become something of a fixture at the private treatment center. Therefore, Blair knew that she was the only one that could pull the plug on Big Daddy, and have a better chance of getting away with it.
But First
. . . 2 . . .
“Hey everyone! I just wanted to take a second to come on here and to a livestream for all of the BlairForce out there...for anyone who’s watching this and wondering how I got my look today, I used all of my own cosmetics from my own line, which you can purchase on the official BBS Beauty website! But that’s actually not what i’m here to talk about right now...So, as you all already know, I normally don’t make a habit of tuning in to watch any warm up matches, which is basically everything that comes before my match. But last week I made an exception because my little brother told me there was one in particular where the outcome would directly affect yours truly. I’m of course referring to the match for the number one contendership to MY title..well, obviously not MY title literally because mine is custom made by Gucci and would just look totally wrong on anybody else, but they’d win a shot at The Southern Heavyweight Championship no less. So the people IN that match were Michael Maddox and Christian Rivers--two members of Insurgence, mind you-- and Tommy Kain.”
Blair pauses for a moment, smiling to keep from laughing. She then begins to do a little golf clap, mockingly of course, before continuing to speak.
“ Bravo!...Really, I must say that was quite the little performance at the last Showcase. Seriously, it was super amusing to watch as a spectator. Only a group of talentless half witts like the motley crue that make up the cluster fuck freakshow that is Insurgence could have two of their members booked in a match and neither of them come out as the winner. How lucky for them that the next showcase is at the Allentown FairGrounds. If they had any sense, they would just stay there after the crew tears everything down and just wait for the circus to come around so they can join it, because I just don’t see it for them here in OPW. I mean, come on! Christian..Michael..get it together! Y’all didn’t try to help each other out, not even a little bit! Isn’t that like, rule number one of being in a stable? You help each other secure the win! Use the numbers to your advantage. It’s kind of ironic because I distinctly remember hearing The Enforcer saying something last week about how The Syndicate was never going to be successful because of infighting or something...but as everyone knows we are cliqued the fuck UP and always have each others backs. Also, i’m pretty sure the majority of OPW Gold is currently in the hands of…
...you guessed it…
The Syndicate
and we’re all like, seriously hot too!
I mean except for Iser but i’m working on that.
The Syndicate
and we’re all like, seriously hot too!
I mean except for Iser but i’m working on that.
Flopulous
Adj.
A portmanteau of "flop" and "fabulous", used to ironically describe a failure in a positive light.
ex: "Becky’s all vegetarian party was truly flopulous"
Adj.
A portmanteau of "flop" and "fabulous", used to ironically describe a failure in a positive light.
ex: "Becky’s all vegetarian party was truly flopulous"
”Like, only Christian Rivers would be able to go into a match against Tommy Kain, who is never really quite right in the head to begin with, and on top of that have one of your team members in the match with you, giving you the numbers advantage...and still lose! That HAS to be a talent...just not one that anybody wants. Yet somehow, even without actually winning the number one contendership, Christian still somehow winds up with a title shot the very next week. I’m going to have to assume this is something Roger Wright put together, seeing as how my husband doesn’t have much pull in OPW these days because if it was Johnny who booked this match I'd have to seriously start considering staging an intervention.”
...cus only somebody on that…
REEEEALLY KIND SHIT
Would think this was a good idea!
REEEEALLY KIND SHIT
Would think this was a good idea!
“But it’s cool, every dog has its day and I guess this week it’s Christian’s turn to get his kibbles n’ bits. To be honest, I actually kinda wish I really didn’t know who Christian Rivers was. At least if he were just another nameless wannabe on the come up then I could just talk a little shit and move on. But Christian Rivers has been around even longer than I have…and he STILL hasn’t made it. .So like...facing him now...me being in my position of being like super rich and happy and successful...and then seeing him still slumming it with the rest of the curtain jerkers and having to still ‘fight his way to the top’...well, on one hand it makes me kind of sad...It’s like when you’re leaving a super expensive restaurant and heading to the valet, and then you pass by a homeless person and accidentally make eye contact only to realize you went to high school with them! Major buzz kill!...But on the other hand, it kind of makes me feel really satisfied...like when you see someone from high school who used to be moderately cool but now they’re like, super fat and miserable. It’s such a confusing feeling going into this match. I’m so conflicted!...Oh! Wait! I just remembered something...Christian Rivers is supposed to be a master of disguise, right? That’s what it says on his official bio on OPW.com anyways...Okay, so here’s an idea. When it comes time for our match Christian, why don’t you continue disguising yourself as somebody ten times more successful than you really are. That way, when I whoop that ass to defend my title this week, I won't have to feel so bad about being the one to…”
Kill Your Comeback!
...try again in another few years…
and maybe jusssst maybe!
...i’ll get tired of runnin’ shit by then..
...try again in another few years…
and maybe jusssst maybe!
...i’ll get tired of runnin’ shit by then..
“But for now, i think i’ll hang onto MY Southern Heavyweight Title...the one i’ve won twice now, and don’t plan on losing anytime soon.”
“We’re here, Mrs. Stylez..” The driver announced after pulling the vehicle into the treatment facility. Blair blew a kiss into the front facing camera of her phone before ending the live stream while she waited for the driver to get out of the car and open the door for her. Once he did, Blair stepped out onto the pavement--one metallic rose gold peep-toe slingback stiletto at a time--before walking up to the facility and breezing past the security who knew her well enough by now that they didn’t need to check any i.d. She made her way to the front desk where she signed in as a guest, but opted not to wear the obligatory ‘VISITOR’ sticker for the sole purpose of it clashing with her outfit.
Blair was dressed in a crisp champagne colored silk tuxedo vest style halter top which ended right around her navel, and a matching puffy tulle ballerina style skirt that was short enough in the front to give a view of those long, tan stems of hers but long enough in the back to where it dragged on the floor behind her. Her caramel and chocolate swirled hair was done in the style of a ‘wet look’ which was tucked behind one ear to reveal a pair of large rose gold and diamond hoops; the remainder of Blair’s hair fell down her back and over one shoulder in a long, wavy wet looking pattern with a deep side part that allowed some hair to fall over one eye.
Once she reached Big Daddy’s hospital room, Blair slowly stepped inside before shutting the door and locking it behind her. After shutting the blinds so that nobody could see inside, Blair turned to get a glimpse of the much older, heavier Sam Laramie. There was a clear plastic oxygen tube stuck up his nose to assist his breathing while in the coma. Blair noted the life support monitor and followed the myriad of cables that led from the machine to the wall. Simply pulling the plug would have been too conspicuous, especially since she had already signed in. She surveyed the room for another option, looking at the fresh flowers that she made sure to send weekly, before her eyes landed on a large teddy-bear holding a heart.
Blair grabbed onto the teddy bear and slowly stepped up to the side of the bed where Sam lay resting peacefully. Carefully, she lifted the oxygen tube to Sam’s forehead and then inched closer to his face, clutching the teddy-bear in her hands. She was just about to place the stuffed animal over Laramie’s face when…
Doot doot!
She was suddenly interrupted by a chime coming from her phone which she forgot to put on silent.
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “Shit!” She whispered, turning to look at her phone. “Oh noooo!!!!”
The chime was an alert from the luxury app she was using earlier in the day. The alert was to let Blair know that she had been outbid yet again on that really expensive and rare vintage one of a kind Versace gown, and this couldn’t have come at a worst time considering the auction was closing in less than a minute.
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “God damn it! MissCouture55 you sneaky little bitch...Not today honey, not today!!!”
She said between gritted teeth as she furiously punched in a few numbers on her phone screen before pressing the ‘submit’ button. She anxiously watched the countdown on her phone before getting another alert announcing that she had won the auction.
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “Yay!!!!” She exclaimed, a little bit too loudly. Blair pressed the phone against her chest, hugging the teddy bear in her arms triumphantly as visions of her strutting around in one of the most iconic Versace gowns in existence began dancing through her mind.
“Big Daddy” Sam Laramie: “You tryin’ ta wake the dead there, missy?”
His voice was frail and strained but it was unmistakably Big Daddy in all his charm, even in his current state. Blair was stunned, unable to move for a moment. She shut her eyes and mouthed the word ‘FUCK!’ before plastering on a surprised and delighted smile and turning around to face the old man looking up at her from his bed.
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “BIG DADDY! You’re awake!!!”
“Big Daddy” Sam Laramie: “Thanks to you, it seems. One minute I was at the Roulette Tables with the sweetest little thing on my arm just about to start blowin’ on my dice and then next I heard this high pitched little yelp and now i’m here with all these tubes stickin’ out of me. What the hell happened?”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “...you were in a coma Big Daddy…”
“Big Daddy” Sam Laramie: “Is that so?...How long have I been out?”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “A little over a month...it was touch and go for a while..I was just here making sure they were taking good care of you. Oh this a miracle! I should call in a nurse or something, i'll be right ba-..”
“Big Daddy” Sam Laramie: “Don’t you move a muscle…”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “...But…”
“Big Daddy” Sam Laramie: “No buts about it, darlin’. If what you’re sayin is true it means I might not have as much time left on this here earth as I thought I did. Seems the Good Lord knows i’ve got some unfinished business and I reckon’ that’s why he chose this moment with you here in this room to wake me up so I can get on with it.”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “What do you mean, unfinished business?”
“Big Daddy” Sam Laramie: “Blair, honey...I haven’t been entirely honest with you or anybody else for that matter. I’ve got something to tell you that nobody knows, ‘cept Junior...I s’pose that’s why he decided to poke around because the last thing I remember was you bringing him to come visit me. Is he here right now?”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “No, he isn’t...but he’s still around. I might have...fudged your signature on a couple of documents when you went asleep that put me in charge of Big Daddy’s Chicken while you were out of commission.”
“Big Daddy” Sam Laramie: “Is that so? Well if that’s not the funniest thing, I don’t know what is?”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “You mean you aren’t upset?”
“Big Daddy” Sam Laramie: “When you’ve been around as long as I have, there aren’t very many things that a worth gettin’ upset over. Anyway, I don’t blame you...you’re a smart cookie, Blair. I probably would have done the same thing in your shoes...but the reason I find it funny is because you probably would have ended up in the same position in one way or another anyway.”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “What do you mean?”
“Big Daddy” Sam Laramie: “What I’m tryin’ to say is...that unfinished business I mentioned earlier had to do with me coming down here and trying to make things right with my son. Once and for all.”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “But...what does Sam Jr. have to do with OPW?”
“Big Daddy” Sam Laramie: “Not him, darlin’....I’m talkin about my other son...your husband...LA Johnny Stylez...they’re one in the same.”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “....”
XOXOhhhhhh shit!