Post by Electra Stevens on Jun 6, 2012 22:18:37 GMT -5
A slow smile spreads across my face as I finish up viewing my opponents blog entry addressed to me. Well it seems that finally, I have some decent competition. Not that Mets wasn’t a great match…oh she was a tough chick for sure but I always had a feeling that she was more cut out for going against the boys.
I liked too that she seemed to have a hate on for Laura and I may just have an ally there one day…if I ever needed it. No, it was true, I didn’t bad mouth anybody unless they had done something to royally piss me off. I considered myself a ‘sweet’ girl most of the time.
For the first time in days, I found myself alone. Drake seemed hesitate to let me out of his site lately. I guess I couldn’t blame him but I forced him to go out by himself tonight. I don’t know what he was going to do but I encouraged him to stop in and see Chris and maybe get in some training. God I hoped that nothing bad happened to him on Saturday. It seemed that the chances of him finding a partner in time were slim and that really worried me. 4 against 1….well Bob didn’t count, he just had to move the wrong way and he’d break a freakin’ hip.
The point of the matter was, I don’t care what anybody said or did I was not giving up this Title without a fight. I also don’t know who the hell it was that Turner was talking to but that person better fricken watch their back once I found out who it was. More than likely, it was Laura, thinking she was big shit, thinking she could just demand my title because she was the self programmed Queen of the harpies. No no no….she obviously didn’t know who the fuck she was dealing with. Whatever lies Rage had told her about me or our history had no relevance now. I wasn’t that girl anymore.
I figured that since my first promo was so short that Lindsay deserved to have a real one….a one where I actually had to call up the new GF of my ex friend. Yeah, ex friend because the way it was going, he was being an ass. Friends accepted the choices that their ‘friends’ made no matter how much they disagreed. His reason was pure jealously and so, it wasn't a real reason.
I picked up my iphone. I’d been getting a better handle on how to operate this thing. It was similar to my itouch and Drake had said that the iphone was way better than blackberry. I was still waiting for the benefits….but he bought it so who was I to bite him…at least about this.
I had London on speed dial…since I was horrible with remembering numbers. She picked up right away.
“Justin?”
I held in my laugh. She obviously didn’t look or didn’t have call display.
“No…”
“Oh Lexi, sorry. I was expecting a call and I don’t have my contacts in. What’s up?”
I smile to myself.
“Just thought we were about due for an interview…are you up to it?”
“Absolutely. I love interviewing you…but you’re not going to wear another freaky superhero outfit are you?”
I smile. “No. Lindsay doesn’t need the bitch. I actually think we might have a mutual respect here.”
“oh, you don’t here that too often, especially with girls…”
“Well we have mutal enemies.”
“oh….OH!” It clues in after a couple minutes.
I felt bad for her sometimes because she did come off as a typical blonde and it gave us smart ones a bad name but she was a nice girl and I did actually like her, even if it did take her a few minutes to clue in.
“yeah, so do you have a meeting place in mind?”
“Ah sure, I can meet you….”
She gives me the address of this little bistro not far from HQ. I know she either lives or her hotel is near there. I didn’t know exactly. I didn’t pry.
“Ok, I’ll be there in a hour.”
I hang up and quickly change out of Drake’s PJ’s and into some decent clothes. Feels like it’s been days since I’ve left this hotel room and then I realize that it really has…well sort of. I did go to the gym this morning but I used the hotel gym rather than going to HQ. Yes, I’m lazy but I deserve to be. I don’t care much about my hair so I just run a brush through it. Sure I’ll be on camera but maybe looking normal is better than looking like a tramp whore…not naming any names.
As I’m walking I get this odd sensation that I’m being followed or watched and the hair on the back of my neck raises a little and instantly I think of Hacker. I turn but there isn’t anybody out of ordinary paying any attention to me. Since I didn’t know what his real identity was he could spy on me in plain clothes and I wouldn’t’ even know. Just as I’m about to turn I see a flash. It reminds me of a camera but when I look in the direction I think I saw it, there isn’t anybody there.
I’m still freaked out but there is no sense in dwelling on it, especially in the dark. I learned my lesson about dark places. Just to make sure Drake doesn’t lose it when he gets back and finds me gone I send him a text. It’s not long before he replies with “Be Safe, I love you.”
I seemed to get more of those kinds of texts now. It always made me smile.
London was already waiting for me when I got there and surprisingly it’s only her with a little handheld instead of her usual crew. I raise an eyebrow at it as I sit down.
“I know, but I didn’t want to bug the guys on such short notice. I think I can do an alright job on my own and I’ll just market it as a kind of raw thing you know….”
“You’re the expert.” I smile at her.
“So, do you want to get something to eat first or go right into the interview?”
I am hungry but I do want to get the interview done first. I tell her and she sets up the camera and aims it at me.
“I’m here with All Action Champion Electra Stevens. I know this isn’t a usual interview style but for the sake of keeping the fans interested we’re trying something new. So Electra, tell us about how it’s been since Saturday? How are you recovering?”
“Thanks London.” I clear my throat. “Well as I mentioned in my blog post earlier this week I am perfectly fine. I did have a mild concussion but that is mostly gone. Nothing some bed rest and aspirin can’t fix.”
London smirks behind the camera. “I’m sure that Drake has been making it up to you.”
I hold in the blush. “Not that it’s any of yours or the fan’s business but he’s been nothing but sweet to me. It was definitely an accident, despite what other roster members have been tweeting.”
“Did you want to talk about Hacker and his latest attack?”
“Not really. The purpose of this interview is not to dwell on Hacker and this insane obsession with me not being with Drake, or the fact that he attacked one of Drake’s closest friends. Although I have expressed my sympathies to Chris and hope he recovers soon.”
“Okay then, please, enlighten us.”
“I am here because I think my first address to my opponent, Lindsay Calaway was short…too short. I have seen her video and it prompted me to want to say a little more. Lindsay has mentioned that she respects me, well I like that. Who wouldn’t? It seems we also have a mutual disgust for a certain skank that prances around NYCCW like she owns it. I can see this becoming a beautiful alliance one day….but not today. Today she and I are opponents. Not enemies though. Much like when Metallica and I faced each other 2 weeks ago. We entered that ring with a respect and an understanding that regardless of the relationship we had outside the ring, inside that ring we fought for that title. Yes I came out on top but if Mets had won, I would have been congratulating her just the same. So yes, I do have respect for the woman named Lindsay Calaway…why? Because like me so decided not to bad mouth me. She did fight a good match last week, even if it wasn’t televised.”
A waitress appeared and asked for my drink order. I asked for a Heineken, no glass. I wasn’t a sissy.
“So you wanted to let Lindsay know you respect her?”
“Yes but also that I think this will be a truly entertaining match. Lindsay, you said that you didn’t know how long I’ve been in this business well let me educate you. I started at 17 as a ring girl, moved on to being a wrestler escort by 19 and by 21 I was fighting in the most gruesome fight you can imagine for a woman’s title which unfortunately I lost and had cuts, bruises and a damaged ego to show for it. I left the business to pursue personal matters. Since my divorce I have looked for something to fill that void in my life and I was lucky to find two things. NYCCW and Drake Hunter. It’s been almost 8 years but as you can see, that hasn’t changed my skills. I am just as strong and fighting fit as I always was. I can guarantee you that this will be a match that will give you a run for your money. I am ecstatic to finally have someone, other than Metallica, worthy of fighting me in that ring. Laura only one that title shot with cheating because that’s the only way she can win at anything. I know I can count on you for a fair fight. You and I are going to prove that blondes do have more fun. I’ll see you on Saturday and yes may the best woman win…then maybe afterward we can grab a couple beers….”
London smiles. She always enjoys interviewing me. She tells me every time. She repeated it again after she closes off her interview and shuts off the camera.
“Lexi…if you don’t mind, could I ask you about….” She’s twirling a piece of her hair around her finger and staring down her half finished glass of white wine.
“Justin? I guess you were bound to ask me sooner or later.”
“It’s just, we had two dates right and now he’s avoiding me. I’ve left him messages…not too many or anything. I don’t want to seem clingy…I just thought we clicked you know….”
“London…sweetie. I don’t want to break your heart and I’m not saying this to be a bitch but Justin is in love with someone else.”
“How do you know? I mean I know it’s too soon to ‘love’ me but well…”
“I know because I’m the one he’s in love with. Like I said, I’m not saying it to be a bitch. I really like you. You are one of the most likeable and nicest people at NYCCW, I just don’t want to see you get hung up on him and it turn out that he’s just using you to scratch an itch.”
Her eyes water a little but she doesn’t cry.
“I guess he never got over you then…”
I shake my head. “Believe me, I wish he could. I want him to move on and find someone else. It might be because of our history you know. I was there for him when he didn’t really have anybody else and he was there for me too but now…he’s just gone off the deep end and I’d hate to see you get hurt in the process.”
“So your saying I should just give up?”
“Not give up, just don’t expect too much.”
“Well…just like you didn’t give up on him, I’m not either. I think if he gave us a chance and really got to know me, I could make him forget about you.” She has this determined look on her face and it almost makes me want to say ‘awww’ and pinch her cheeks.
“I really hope it works. There is nothing I would like to see more than Justin happy. And you happy too, you have been through so much in the last little while.”
She nods. “Anyway, lets just have a good meal. Do you have to be home at a certain time?”
“Nope. I’m all yours.”
I really wanted to get to know her better. Maybe...just maybe if I did, I could help her out with Justin. He might not be my favourite person right now but I knew that if I talked to him about something he would listen. I hoped that this rift between us wasn’t forever but as long as he was trying to cause problems with Drake and I….I just couldn’t be his friend.