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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 25 2007, 10:27 PM (28 Views) | |
| Shelly The Bod | Nov 25 2007, 10:27 PM Post #1 |
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{OOC; I wish it was better :angry: Good luck to every one this week!!!} Commitment is so high school. Love is one thing but commitment is suffocating. In twenty-six years I never even started thinking about the rest of my life. I’ve watched some of my closest friends get married thinking that they found the perfect match. Now, two of them have gone through ugly divorces and have to pull teeth to spend a minute with their kids. There’s no way I could possibly live like that before I’m even thirty. Maybe that’s why Arci and I clicked. There was never any talk of forever, or everlasting or anything else that seemed like verbal shackles. She’s not just my girlfriend, but easily the best friend I’ve had since I entered the business. I’ve always been criticized for never allowing anyone to get close to me by those who spend at least a couple of weekends a year with the shades closed listening to The Backstreet Boys as they nurse their latest heartbreak. Me and heartbreak just do not go hand in hand. Just by looking at me you can see that “I’M” the one who breaks hearts, not the other way around. My recent trysts with Valerie have at least complicated matters in my personal life. But with all the success I’ve had in the EWF, Arci has not suspected a thing. The closest she came was when she had found a blonde hair tangled up in one of her earrings I borrowed from her during one of my little rendezvous’. I reminded Arci that she was blonde so that pretty much solved that problem. Then there was the time she found another blonde lock attached to the very bra I happened to be wearing at that moment. I was then able to convince her that the cleaners must have mixed my laundry with someone else’s. But when she called me at the gym wanting to know why there where several blonde hairs all over the black silk sheets that she had spread just before going to Vegas with her sister, I knew that I was in trouble. I had to think of something quick, but I couldn’t. Instead, I just told her that she was in for a surprise when I saw her. Now while Arci may not be the smartest woman in the world, she’s definitely not the dumbest. I thought about it for at least an hour but I couldn’t come up with anything. I even called Valerie who couldn’t come up with anything either. As a matter of fact, had it not been for a brilliant fan I had met just minutes later, I would have had no choice but to come clean. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you and get a picture with you Shelly. I’ve been a huge fan of yours for several years now.” I looked at him giving one of my million dollar smiles. “Awww….It’s meeting fans like you that make this business worth it to me,” I say to him while trying not to just break down and vomit. “That’s why your fans love you so much Shelly. That and you’re the living embodiment of the quintessential California Girl,” he says. “Well, I’m originally from Hawaii, but I am a California Girl through and through.” “All you’re missing is the blonde hair,” he tells me igniting yet the most underhanded idea to continue my ruse. Before I knew it, it was four hours later and I was sitting on my sofa watching Gossip Girl when Arci walked in. Her jaw dropped unable to believe what I had done. “Oh my gawd….it’s,” I sat in anticipation waiting for her to hate it. “It’s, what,” I beg her. “It’s…..it’s so…………………………….blonde,” she sighs. I don’t know what to say at this point. I’ve never been this extreme when it came to my physical appearance. I knew it was going to shock people, but I didn’t want to look ridiculous at the same time. So here I am searching for some shred of comfort from the one person I could always depend on in that particular situation. But she was in shock. She couldn’t turn away. She was fixated on my hair like someone staring at a devastating auto accident as they slowly passed by. “Arci, tell me. How does it look,” I plea. “It’s….it’s…” “It’s what,” I demand. “It’s, its fucking perfect!!!!” Suddenly you could see the dollar signs in her eyes. “You just took the next step Lover,” she says grabbing a pen and a pad off the coffee table. This is where Arci shined. She only got this way when a golden idea presented itself. While she could be on the ditzy side at times, once it came to exploiting yourself to fill arena seats, Arci was as good as it got. In her sporadic wrestling career, she never won any titles and often lost to what seemed to be inferior opposition. But she always had fans in the seats cheering her name. How did she do it? She made sure she was the hottest girl on the card. Her hair was always bigger, blonder, she was the first to wear tons of body and hair glitter, she never entered the ring unless she was perfectly tanned….she looked like an 80’s Glam Metal video whore. And more than that, she never hid the fact she would rather be somewhere with her face buried between some girls’ legs. Women for the most part hated her, but men adored her. She knew how to create a superstar. She was the closest women wrestlers had to an Idolmaker. The next day while Arci was on the phone getting Alexander Stryfe excited about the New Shelly, the old Shelly was screaming out in ecstasy as Valerie continued her tongue exercises activating Shelly’s yummy. There was no more having to come up with some lame excuse whenever Arci found loose blonde hairs. Shelly was finally able to cheat with Valerie with little risk at this point. Just short of Arci walking in on them while in the middle of the act, there was virtually little to no shot of being caught at this point. It was a comforting feeling as Shelly lounged across Valerie’s sofa watching Days of our Lives. Recently, most her days consisted of her usual 5 mile morning runs along the beach, an hour or two at Empress, then a three hour lunch over at Valerie’s place. All of this without once thinking how Valerie felt about this situation. “I’m really torn about this whole other woman stuff Shelly.” Being involved in a same sex relationship was something Valerie had never thought about. Always the heartbreaker, Valerie had her choice of any man she wanted and made no hesitation to indulge in her fair share. She never saw anything weird about finding Angelina Jolie sexually appealing. It never shamed her to freely be open about her willingness to have sex with her given the opportunity. In fact, just about every girl Val knew felt the same way about Angelina Jolie. Her sexual feelings for Shelly however grew out of a strong friendship. She trusted Shelly more than she had ever trusted anyone. Guys had lied to Valerie. Some even cheated. She never had a male figure in her life that she could trust. It was always women who Valerie was most comfortable with, and Shelly had become the closest yet. At the same time, Valerie was a strong woman who made no excuses for past regrets. That’s what endeared Valerie to just about everyone she had met. Like her or not, you had to respect someone who could just be honest 100% of the time. But now she found herself in unfamiliar territory keeping her gay relationship on the down low. This was not how she did things. Anything you can’t do out in the open can only lead to heartache down the road. “What’s going to happen when Arciela finally figures this out,” she thought to herself. “What happens if Shelly eventually chooses her over me?” These were the questions that bewildered Valerie several times a day. She looked over at Shelly at the other end of the sofa thinking these very thoughts. Her choice seemed simple enough…force Shelly to make a decision or move on with her life placing their friendship and wrestling relationship in jeopardy. She knew that something needed to be done and quickly. Valerie was leaving for Florida in a few hours for a match and she knew she wouldn’t see Shelly until Shelly returned back to the US next week. “What are you thinking about,” Shelly curiously asked noticing Valerie’s quiet demeanor. “This…Us…what the hell I’m doing playing the role of the other woman.” This wasn’t a conversation Shelly was ready to take on. It the stink of drama all over it and right now Shelly had other things to worry about. Shelly showed no expression whatsoever. Valerie was looking for anything at this point. But the fact Shelly would not reciprocate suddenly threw Valerie for a loop. She had never felt this way before. For the first time ever, Valerie Wells could not trust the one person that never let her down… Herself. |
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