Post by Blair Buchannan-Stylez on Jul 1, 2020 22:03:00 GMT -5
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MONOPOLY
Zuma: “You really hate her that much?”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “No, dear brother...hate implies a certain level of emotion...i’m indifferent to her. I saw this coming a mile away.”
Zuma: “So … what do you want to do?”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “Lets go live.”
Zuma: “Are you su-..”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “I SAID GO LIVE, DAMNIT!”
Sitting there in the ultra private accommodations provided by Christian Rivers where Blair was tending to her husband, LA Johnny Stylez, Blair leaned back in the oak chair making sure to get the perfect lighting.
She was dressed in a simple pair of white cotton pajama pants and a nude bra; her hair delicately resting over one shoulder. Her jaw clenched, she prepared to go live in front of millions of fans before her brother Zuma gave the countdown.
3…
2…
1…
2…
1…
It's never been about playing checkers or chess. For me, it’s been about monopoly. Not the game. Games are for children and tricks are for kids. What is a monopoly exactly? Well…
mo-nop-poly:. the exclusive possession or control of the supply of or trade in a commodity or service: "her likely motive was to protect her regional monopoly on furs"
...One thing everyone knows about me is that…
I always have a plan B
Sure, i made myself vulnerable enough to think Elizabeth Devereaux was my friend. But i always knew she was my enemy. As the saying goes…
..Never Trust A Big Butt and A Smile..
It was only a matter of time before she showed her true colors and, well...time...much like Apathy is predictable.
Did I think Apathy could be trusted? Never. Did I let her think I trusted her? Of course!
I’m No Dummy
...but i play one on tv…
...but i play one on tv…
But lets get down to brass tacks, shall we? Apathy, I know brass is a metal you’re familiar with because with all of the airs you try and put on...you’re nothing but a..
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Is that even a winner?
Is that even a winner?
I’d hate to be reductive but it has to be said...EVERY SINGLE TIME you’ve faced me, you’ve lost. Yes I cheated. Yes I fudged the rules a bit...but what do you expect?
In truth, i’ve always known you were a pretender. You aren’t rich like me, no matter how many times you may pretend you are. You’ve got no man or woman to claim you publicly. At one point, yes you were with Chris Shields who was married to my mother and okay I guess at one point that kind of made you my stepmother by osmosis...but we all know what happened to my real mother. Despite what the media, which I control as far as you’re concerned, portrays her death as...we both know what happened.
But I digress...if we really want to go there, we can go there. You think this match between us will be some kind of jumping off point for you? Honey...you work for me. I sign your checks. No...I actually do. You would have no career here if it weren't for me. Of course Johnny was the mouthpiece of getting you to sign but do you really think if I had not agreed to it, then you’d even be here?...oh...you did? That’s so cute!
I will say that you are ratings gold, but that's as far as the compliments go from me. You simply showing up is another pair of shoes in my closet...and trust me honey...there are plenty. You aren’t special...Your track record in OPW proves as much. If i really wanted to take you down, I could...but i’m beyond you. I’ve surpassed you by like...a zillion years. You can never and will never be me. Because i’m, what?
“SICKENING”
...and don’t you forget it.
...and don’t you forget it.
So some on out and dance like the little puppet you are. Give them a show. At the end of the day, i’ll still be on top. Eternally.
And
Thats
Something
Nobody
Can take from me.
It’s something you earn, and quite honestly...you haven’t earned shit. At least not as far as this match is concerned. SO yes...relish in the fact that you used to fuck my husband...I hope it gives you joy at night when you’re falling asleep alone. Because when this match is over? I’ll still be the OPW Southern Heavyweight Champion…..and you’ll just be...Apathy.”
Blair Buchannan-Stylez: “I’m done…” she says, signalling for Zuma to cut off the recording before standing up and walking out of the room to check on her husband.
XOXO