Post by Electra Stevens on May 10, 2012 9:34:46 GMT -5
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Thursday, May 10 – 9:50am
NYCCW headquarters, New York
Electra is seen coming out of Mr. Turner’s office. She walks briskly away. A camera crew chases after her, an unknown woman shouts after her.
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Interviewer: Wait, Electra…a minute of your time please…
Electra stops, turns and raises an eyebrow
Electra: And you are?
Interviewer: My name is Madison Selwyn. I’m filling in for London.
Electra: Right…what do you want?
Madison: I just want a quick interview, please….
Electra: Fine…make it quick I have some where to be today.
Madison: thanks. Can you comment on the actions that happened last night on Twitter?
Electra: Actually I’m kind of glad you brought that up. Yes. I’d like to start off by apologizing to everyone for my actions. Although I have every right to be upset with my match being thrown off and that I’m just gone through a very nasty divorce, I should not have used a public forum to confront my ex.
Madison: You’re ex, meaning Rage…
Electra sighs
Electra: Yes. Whatever happened between us shouldn’t have been aired for the public and for the other roster members to see. I had a lapse in judgement and allowed my anger to get the best of me.
Madison: So does this mean that what you said was true…about you having a child with Rage?
Electra: As I’ve been instructed by Mr. Turner and the board of directors, this is currently being examined by both mine and Rage’s attorneys so I can’t discuss any details. You’ll just have to wait and find out
Madison: What about your match on Saturday. Johnny Clash confirmed that Laura is out for a while with no chance of competing at Bright Lights…
Electra: I’ve been assured by Mr. Turner and the Board that I will have involvement in the show on Saturday, in what capacity I do not know. Until then I will continue to train and be in the best physical condition I can; to be ready for whatever it is they throw at me.
Madison: One last question…what’s going on with you and Drake Hunter?
Electra smiles
Electra: He’s my trainer. I needed help to get stronger and better and as far as I’m concerned, he’s the best this organization has to offer. That’s all you need to know.
Electra winks at the camera and blows a kiss before turning and continuing down the hall
~*~
After my drunken tirade I was feeling like the biggest piece of shit on the face of the planet. Not to mention that 10 piece band playing in my head. I don’t remember everything I said but Twitter has a perfect memory. Had I really spilt the beans to Ryan? God Damn it. Of course I’d called Chrissy and warned her. She wasn’t mad, she was confident. I had reasons to keep Matty away from him. If he wanted to be a part of our Son’s life he had to control his anger.
Once I was sure Madison was out of ear shot I picked up my blackberry. A message waiting from Drake.
I smile as I read the words that he just woke up in my bed without me and was kind of disappointed. I respond back that I got a call from Turner to appear in his office.
I slip the phone back in my purse and exit the building, hailing a taxi to take me back. In only a few short hours I was meeting Metallica in Queens at our new apartment. A two bedroom apartment with two bathrooms and more than enough room for two women.
I may have given Mets a little kiss but she knows I’m not like that and god, it was funny goading Rye. He’s not all bad…once he loosens up. There were some pretty nasty looks between him and Drake as Rye and Mets left and Drake arrived but well, they’ll just have to get used to each other. I told Rye in a drunken banter that if he wanted to be friends with Rage all the power to him but I wasn’t going to judge him because of it.
Once at my hotel, which surprisingly wasn’t far from HQ, I get to my room as quickly as I can, slipping the key card in and finding Drake, standing in the bathroom, not caring that his clothes are still scattered across the room. Hmmm, guess I didn’t waste anytime when he got here. I didn’t notice before. He turns and flashes me a smile that melts me. Jesus this man is going to kill me. Rage couldn’t even be still my heart like he did.
Electra: Hey…
He looks at his naked body up and down before questioning me with his eyes.
Drake: You see me like that and all I get is a ‘hey’?
I laugh and drop my purse onto a table and walk toward the mini bar for coffee.
Drake: Hey…no good morning kiss? I’m starting to think you don’t like me…
He comes out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.
Electra: I think I owe you some explanation…
Drake shrugs.
Drake: Whatever happened before this…before us….doesn’t matter…
I look up at him and fight to hold back the tears in my eyes. I was determined to not show weakness to anybody and I’d failed last night. Once again Rage had reduced me to tears and I’d decided to drown them in a cheap bottle of champagne.
Electra: It does matter. I said I wasn’t into happy endings and all that, which is true but I don’t want this to be some fly by night thing. You know now. For a very long time I was married to Rage…that monster who thinks it’s funny to hit women, even if it was by accident. A man that for some unknown reason I still have a little bit of love for in my heart. I vouched for him. Turner called me and said “you were married to him…he can’t be all bad…” I should have said I didn’t want to be involved.
Drake moves to put his arm around me and pulls me into his chest. I still hold back the tears. I don’t know if he’s expecting me to turn into a sobbing mess but I wasn’t going to. I just wasn’t that kind of person. At least, not usually.
Drake: Listen. I’m a big boy Lexi. I can handle whatever Rage throws at me. He doesn’t like that your with me, I guess in a way even though he didn’t want you, he doesn’t want anyone else to have you either. I kind of like that he’s mad about that.
Electra: He’s already contacted his lawyers about our son….
I look up at him. Will he look at me differently now that he knows I’m somebody’s mother?
Electra: You understand my reasons for keeping him from Rage? I was protecting him. I was protecting myself. I might still be married if I hadn’t of given him to Chrissy to raise. I intend to keep him there. She’s a way better mother than I could ever be.
Drake shakes his head
Drake: I’m not a mushy guy…I assume you know that but when I say this, I mean it. I’m sure you would have been an excellent mother. You proved that by finding him parents to love him. I’ll do whatever I can to help you with that Lexi.
Electra: I’ve embarrassed everyone, including myself. Don’t let me drink and type every again. I don’t have any more secrets but I don’t need another trip to the principal’s office.
Drake laughed and pushes his lips against mine.
Drake: I rather like you a little drunk. You’re not so ‘cool and calm’. Your…like a girl….
My hands go to my waist in protest
Electra: What do you mean by that?
He laughs and reaches for his pants.
Drake: Well, you’re like a business lady ordinarily. I mean…I like it….I think….I certainly was not expecting you to take charge the other day in my locker room but well hell…giver….
I can’t help but laugh. He’s cute, and for all intensive purposes he was making me feel better.
Electra: So what’s with that H4ck3r guy anyway?
I see something come over his face and he stops getting dressed to face me. He growls and punches the bed. It makes me jump a little. It makes his anger fade away and he looks at me apologetically.
Drake: Did Rage do that….
Electra: He never hit me. No. Despite everything that’s happened the last few days, he wasn’t a wife beater and he doesn’t hit women unless there is a match with one but he uses his words as a weapon. He’s the reason why I have such a cool exterior. I couldn’t ever let him see me upset because he would use it as a way to hurt me. Words often sting worse than fists Drake. He was angry when I told him I’d miscarried. He said I was good for nothing, that I’d never be good enough to carry his child. I don’t know if he was just saying those things because he wanted a child so badly….as badly as I did but it made me not want to be with him but I didn’t have the guts to divorce him. He had no qualms about handing me the papers though. But whatever. I’m done talking about it. I hope you get to face him and you hand him his ass.
Drake smiled and sat beside me on the bed. I hadn’t even realized I’d sat on it.
Drake: Well I’m going to beat him for me first, and then I’ll add in some extra stuff for you….
I rolled my eyes. I didn’t want a man that was going to fawn over me. It would get boring real quick. Drake was real, but he wasn’t mean and I knew that he respected me. Especially after I’d gotten him on his back…more than a few times.
I smirked to myself. He mistook it for a reaction to his comment. There was an awkward few minutes of silence, like in some cheesy romance film before he turned my head to look at him and he crushed his lips to mine, twining his fingers into my hair.
Needless to say, I was late meeting Metallica.
***
Mets was pissed that I was late, but once I planted a big wet kiss on her lips she seemed happy. I was really starting to like the small sparky girl…and I had to admit, accents really got me going.
The day went by quickly. Justin arrived with my things I’d kept from Toronto. Bless his heart for driving there and back to pick them up. I hadn’t kept any furniture but I’d managed to use my last bit of cash to buy a bed and go halfsies on some living room furniture with Mets. I don’t know how she did it but she was able to afford her apartment back home and this one with me. Must be nice to have money.
I saw Justin eye Drake and Drake looked unabashed and arrogant as always. Justin asked me to help him with something and then leaned in to whisper.
Justin: He’s not good enough for you. Why do you always make it with wrestlers?
I laughed.
Electra: You're a wrestler…
Justin rolled his eyes.
Justin: Not what I meant and besides I haven’t done it for years. First that asshole Ryan and now this guy. What’s his deal?
Electra: I don’t know exactly for sure, but I intend to find out. What’s it to you anyway? You had your chance and you blew me off.
Justin titled this head to one side and looked at me annoyed
Justin: I wasn’t going to be your rebound lay. Besides you’d feel sorry for it later and it might have ruined our friendship. I love you Lexi, I’ll always love you so I’m never going to think any guy is good enough for you.
Electra: Save it for your sister.
Justin: Don’t get me started about Bliss…please….
I laughed. I’d been very good friends with the Fischers since childhood and I knew that Bliss would kick Justin’s ass in a heartbeat.
Justin: Just be careful Lexi
Electra: My middle name
Well actually, my middle name is Lea but who’s asking. I was doing better and I still had friends after I’d made a total fool of myself on twitter. Metallica still liked me, I’d flirted and kissed Rye so now his boo-boos seemed to be healed over and he was joking around with me again. Drake was holding his tongue for the most part so that we could just move into this joint and Justin was reserving his comments for me in private. I know it seemed like a rag tag group of friends but it didn’t matter. I was actually starting to feel comfortable here and damn Rage, he wasn’t going to bring me down. He could throw whatever he wanted at me but I wasn’t going to just give in. My days of doing that for him were over. LONG OVER!
Thursday, May 10 – 9:50am
NYCCW headquarters, New York
Electra is seen coming out of Mr. Turner’s office. She walks briskly away. A camera crew chases after her, an unknown woman shouts after her.
~*~
Interviewer: Wait, Electra…a minute of your time please…
Electra stops, turns and raises an eyebrow
Electra: And you are?
Interviewer: My name is Madison Selwyn. I’m filling in for London.
Electra: Right…what do you want?
Madison: I just want a quick interview, please….
Electra: Fine…make it quick I have some where to be today.
Madison: thanks. Can you comment on the actions that happened last night on Twitter?
Electra: Actually I’m kind of glad you brought that up. Yes. I’d like to start off by apologizing to everyone for my actions. Although I have every right to be upset with my match being thrown off and that I’m just gone through a very nasty divorce, I should not have used a public forum to confront my ex.
Madison: You’re ex, meaning Rage…
Electra sighs
Electra: Yes. Whatever happened between us shouldn’t have been aired for the public and for the other roster members to see. I had a lapse in judgement and allowed my anger to get the best of me.
Madison: So does this mean that what you said was true…about you having a child with Rage?
Electra: As I’ve been instructed by Mr. Turner and the board of directors, this is currently being examined by both mine and Rage’s attorneys so I can’t discuss any details. You’ll just have to wait and find out
Madison: What about your match on Saturday. Johnny Clash confirmed that Laura is out for a while with no chance of competing at Bright Lights…
Electra: I’ve been assured by Mr. Turner and the Board that I will have involvement in the show on Saturday, in what capacity I do not know. Until then I will continue to train and be in the best physical condition I can; to be ready for whatever it is they throw at me.
Madison: One last question…what’s going on with you and Drake Hunter?
Electra smiles
Electra: He’s my trainer. I needed help to get stronger and better and as far as I’m concerned, he’s the best this organization has to offer. That’s all you need to know.
Electra winks at the camera and blows a kiss before turning and continuing down the hall
~*~
After my drunken tirade I was feeling like the biggest piece of shit on the face of the planet. Not to mention that 10 piece band playing in my head. I don’t remember everything I said but Twitter has a perfect memory. Had I really spilt the beans to Ryan? God Damn it. Of course I’d called Chrissy and warned her. She wasn’t mad, she was confident. I had reasons to keep Matty away from him. If he wanted to be a part of our Son’s life he had to control his anger.
Once I was sure Madison was out of ear shot I picked up my blackberry. A message waiting from Drake.
I smile as I read the words that he just woke up in my bed without me and was kind of disappointed. I respond back that I got a call from Turner to appear in his office.
I slip the phone back in my purse and exit the building, hailing a taxi to take me back. In only a few short hours I was meeting Metallica in Queens at our new apartment. A two bedroom apartment with two bathrooms and more than enough room for two women.
I may have given Mets a little kiss but she knows I’m not like that and god, it was funny goading Rye. He’s not all bad…once he loosens up. There were some pretty nasty looks between him and Drake as Rye and Mets left and Drake arrived but well, they’ll just have to get used to each other. I told Rye in a drunken banter that if he wanted to be friends with Rage all the power to him but I wasn’t going to judge him because of it.
Once at my hotel, which surprisingly wasn’t far from HQ, I get to my room as quickly as I can, slipping the key card in and finding Drake, standing in the bathroom, not caring that his clothes are still scattered across the room. Hmmm, guess I didn’t waste anytime when he got here. I didn’t notice before. He turns and flashes me a smile that melts me. Jesus this man is going to kill me. Rage couldn’t even be still my heart like he did.
Electra: Hey…
He looks at his naked body up and down before questioning me with his eyes.
Drake: You see me like that and all I get is a ‘hey’?
I laugh and drop my purse onto a table and walk toward the mini bar for coffee.
Drake: Hey…no good morning kiss? I’m starting to think you don’t like me…
He comes out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.
Electra: I think I owe you some explanation…
Drake shrugs.
Drake: Whatever happened before this…before us….doesn’t matter…
I look up at him and fight to hold back the tears in my eyes. I was determined to not show weakness to anybody and I’d failed last night. Once again Rage had reduced me to tears and I’d decided to drown them in a cheap bottle of champagne.
Electra: It does matter. I said I wasn’t into happy endings and all that, which is true but I don’t want this to be some fly by night thing. You know now. For a very long time I was married to Rage…that monster who thinks it’s funny to hit women, even if it was by accident. A man that for some unknown reason I still have a little bit of love for in my heart. I vouched for him. Turner called me and said “you were married to him…he can’t be all bad…” I should have said I didn’t want to be involved.
Drake moves to put his arm around me and pulls me into his chest. I still hold back the tears. I don’t know if he’s expecting me to turn into a sobbing mess but I wasn’t going to. I just wasn’t that kind of person. At least, not usually.
Drake: Listen. I’m a big boy Lexi. I can handle whatever Rage throws at me. He doesn’t like that your with me, I guess in a way even though he didn’t want you, he doesn’t want anyone else to have you either. I kind of like that he’s mad about that.
Electra: He’s already contacted his lawyers about our son….
I look up at him. Will he look at me differently now that he knows I’m somebody’s mother?
Electra: You understand my reasons for keeping him from Rage? I was protecting him. I was protecting myself. I might still be married if I hadn’t of given him to Chrissy to raise. I intend to keep him there. She’s a way better mother than I could ever be.
Drake shakes his head
Drake: I’m not a mushy guy…I assume you know that but when I say this, I mean it. I’m sure you would have been an excellent mother. You proved that by finding him parents to love him. I’ll do whatever I can to help you with that Lexi.
Electra: I’ve embarrassed everyone, including myself. Don’t let me drink and type every again. I don’t have any more secrets but I don’t need another trip to the principal’s office.
Drake laughed and pushes his lips against mine.
Drake: I rather like you a little drunk. You’re not so ‘cool and calm’. Your…like a girl….
My hands go to my waist in protest
Electra: What do you mean by that?
He laughs and reaches for his pants.
Drake: Well, you’re like a business lady ordinarily. I mean…I like it….I think….I certainly was not expecting you to take charge the other day in my locker room but well hell…giver….
I can’t help but laugh. He’s cute, and for all intensive purposes he was making me feel better.
Electra: So what’s with that H4ck3r guy anyway?
I see something come over his face and he stops getting dressed to face me. He growls and punches the bed. It makes me jump a little. It makes his anger fade away and he looks at me apologetically.
Drake: Did Rage do that….
Electra: He never hit me. No. Despite everything that’s happened the last few days, he wasn’t a wife beater and he doesn’t hit women unless there is a match with one but he uses his words as a weapon. He’s the reason why I have such a cool exterior. I couldn’t ever let him see me upset because he would use it as a way to hurt me. Words often sting worse than fists Drake. He was angry when I told him I’d miscarried. He said I was good for nothing, that I’d never be good enough to carry his child. I don’t know if he was just saying those things because he wanted a child so badly….as badly as I did but it made me not want to be with him but I didn’t have the guts to divorce him. He had no qualms about handing me the papers though. But whatever. I’m done talking about it. I hope you get to face him and you hand him his ass.
Drake smiled and sat beside me on the bed. I hadn’t even realized I’d sat on it.
Drake: Well I’m going to beat him for me first, and then I’ll add in some extra stuff for you….
I rolled my eyes. I didn’t want a man that was going to fawn over me. It would get boring real quick. Drake was real, but he wasn’t mean and I knew that he respected me. Especially after I’d gotten him on his back…more than a few times.
I smirked to myself. He mistook it for a reaction to his comment. There was an awkward few minutes of silence, like in some cheesy romance film before he turned my head to look at him and he crushed his lips to mine, twining his fingers into my hair.
Needless to say, I was late meeting Metallica.
***
Mets was pissed that I was late, but once I planted a big wet kiss on her lips she seemed happy. I was really starting to like the small sparky girl…and I had to admit, accents really got me going.
The day went by quickly. Justin arrived with my things I’d kept from Toronto. Bless his heart for driving there and back to pick them up. I hadn’t kept any furniture but I’d managed to use my last bit of cash to buy a bed and go halfsies on some living room furniture with Mets. I don’t know how she did it but she was able to afford her apartment back home and this one with me. Must be nice to have money.
I saw Justin eye Drake and Drake looked unabashed and arrogant as always. Justin asked me to help him with something and then leaned in to whisper.
Justin: He’s not good enough for you. Why do you always make it with wrestlers?
I laughed.
Electra: You're a wrestler…
Justin rolled his eyes.
Justin: Not what I meant and besides I haven’t done it for years. First that asshole Ryan and now this guy. What’s his deal?
Electra: I don’t know exactly for sure, but I intend to find out. What’s it to you anyway? You had your chance and you blew me off.
Justin titled this head to one side and looked at me annoyed
Justin: I wasn’t going to be your rebound lay. Besides you’d feel sorry for it later and it might have ruined our friendship. I love you Lexi, I’ll always love you so I’m never going to think any guy is good enough for you.
Electra: Save it for your sister.
Justin: Don’t get me started about Bliss…please….
I laughed. I’d been very good friends with the Fischers since childhood and I knew that Bliss would kick Justin’s ass in a heartbeat.
Justin: Just be careful Lexi
Electra: My middle name
Well actually, my middle name is Lea but who’s asking. I was doing better and I still had friends after I’d made a total fool of myself on twitter. Metallica still liked me, I’d flirted and kissed Rye so now his boo-boos seemed to be healed over and he was joking around with me again. Drake was holding his tongue for the most part so that we could just move into this joint and Justin was reserving his comments for me in private. I know it seemed like a rag tag group of friends but it didn’t matter. I was actually starting to feel comfortable here and damn Rage, he wasn’t going to bring me down. He could throw whatever he wanted at me but I wasn’t going to just give in. My days of doing that for him were over. LONG OVER!