Post by andisnow on May 18, 2019 6:21:40 GMT -5
It had been about two and a half months since Andi stepped foot in the ring to compete. A seemingly unprovoked attack from a masked assailant put her on the sidelines while her injuries healed. Fractured ribs and bruises didn’t keep her from working, though. Any compassionate human being would have understood Andi needing to take a break from work until she was ready to return to the ring, compassionate being the operative word here.
Unfortunately for Andi, the absence of compassion in RSW figurehead Esmeralda Von Krauss meant no such luck. So she worked consistently, showing up to every show since her attack, to work as an interim backstage correspondent while out of commission. Along the way, conducting some of the most groundbreaking interviews that Riot Star had ever seen. In her final interview, Andi unearthed the revelation that Esmeralda Von Krauss had been having an illicit affair with one Shane Mitchell–the current RSW World Heavyweight Champion.
Whether airing her bosses dirty laundry on the air was a form of retribution for Andi, or just a way for her to amuse herself while on the sidelines is a question only she could answer. For now, Andi has decided to focus less on the work drama and more on savoring what time she had left before her return to the ring at Anarchy 48.
The Marina Beach Club in Valencia provided an idyllic backdrop for Andi’s mini vacation as she lay along the edge of a pool that expands the entire oceanfront property line. Her shimmering bronze skin soaked up the sun; that sculpted body of hers clad only in a simple white strapless bikini with matching g-string bottoms. The length of her signature chocolate and caramel highlighted ponytail was pulled over to one shoulder as she sipped a frozen cocktail from a frosted glass garnished with red maraschino cherries and an orange slice.
Andi Snow: “This is the life…”
She sighed contently. Laying her head back to bask in the suns rays it appeared as though the sky had become suddenly overcast, at least from where Andi was sitting.
Andi Snow: “wha…excuse me…you’re in my light.”
She groaned at the person casting a shadow over her, not bothering to open her eyes. After a moment of silence and the shadow unrelenting, a mildly inconvenienced Andi slid the designer sunglasses down to the bridge of her nose to peek out over them at whoever was standing between her and the perfect tan. To her delight, she was greeted by a familiar face.
Ellie: “Surprise!”
Andi Snow: “Ellie! You made it! I thought you wouldn’t be here for another week!”
Ellie: “Yeah well, things were getting a little boring at the compound. Plus, my dad…I’m still not used to saying that..is turning out to be a helicopter mom and it was just too much.”
The ‘dad’ Ellie was referring to was, of course, Shane Mitchell. It was through Andi’s interview with him at his illustrious compound that Andi first made contact with Ellie. The absence of Adriana; Andi’s estranged twin sister, and lack of any female presence at the compound aside from Ellie had left something of a void for both of the young women to fill, and the two had become fast friends.
Andi Snow: “I still don’t understand how you manage to get bored in that house…I mean all that closet space…but whatever. His loss is my gain. Join me!”
Andi pats the vacant lounge chair next to her. Ellie nods and peels off the sweatshirt she was wearing to reveal a modest but trendy flower print bikini top, opting to keep her cutoff shorts on before taking a seat next to Andi who takes another sip from her cocktail.
Ellie: “Whats that?” She asks, eyeing the beverage in Andi’s hand.
Andi Snow: “It’s a frozen Tequila Sunrise. Absolutely delicious. I think it’s my official drink of the summer.”
Ellie: “Is it summer already?”
Andi Snow: “It is here. Plus, when you travel as much as I do, season’s don’t really matter. It’s always summer somewhere…and that’s usually where you’ll find me. Do you want one?” She asks, nodding toward the drink.
Ellie: “I don’t know if I should.”
Andi Snow: “That’s a yes…Hey…Mateo!” She calls out toward the bar at the attractive spanish bartender serving drinks. “One more of these for my friend, por favor!”
He nods to Andi with a grin, and after a few moments a waiter is setting down an identical drink next to Ellie. She takes a sip, her eyes widening in surprise.
Ellie: “This is delicious. You can’t even taste the alcohol!”
Andi Snow: “I know right? It’s like a sneak attack. You don’t even see it coming and then BAM! You’re fucked up.”
The two erupt in a flurry of giggles. After a second, Andi rests her head back against the chair to soak up some more sun. Ellie holds her gaze on Andi, looking at her with admiration.
Ellie: “Is this what you do all the time?” She asks, amazed.
Andi Snow: “Well every twenty minutes I turn over.”
Ellie: “You’re so lucky…To get to do whatever you want whenever you want “
Andi Snow: “I mean it’s nice i’m not gonna lie. But you’re the heir to the Mitchell throne now…you’re loaded too, it’s not like you can’t do the same.”
Ellie: “Try telling Shane…I mean, my dad that. He’d rather me to join a church group and start knitting.”
Andi Snow: “That kind of energy from the man who keeps actual servants? I can’t.” She chuckles.
Ellie: “He thinks you’re a bad influence.”
Andi Snow: “Most parents do. Well..usually not the dad’s…but whatever. Like I give a fuck Anyway you’re a grown ass woman. He can’t like…legally tell you what to do.”
Ellie: “I know that…I think he means well, but..hey wait…shouldn’t you be prepping for your match? It’s your big return.”
Andi Snow: “Yeah, I don’t know how much Anarchy you’ve watched, but my last match was kind of a shit show. I wore a candy bra and ended up with a dick in the eye from some old dude and got paid less for it than like every girl I know who charges for that kind of thing. Plus there’s all this drama in RSW. Some chick thinks I want her man, or her job, I can’t even remember anymore. Then there’s Cruella Von Krauss who probably has something horrible planned for my return. I already know it. The guy i’m facing? Steve Murdock? He’s some loser with a chip on his shoulder but he likes to play with weapons so I’ve already made an appointment with my plastic surgeon to fix my nose when he undoubtedly breaks it.”
Ellie: “You think hes going to break your nose?”
Andi Snow: “Yeah…that’s kind of a thing. So I’d rather just enjoy the last bit of free time I have before it’s back to the shit show that is RSW. Which reminds me…”
Andi carefully places her thumb and index finger in between her cleavage and pulls out what looks like a rolled marijuana joint. She smirks at Ellie who looks a bit surprised.
Ellie: “Is that what I think it is?”
Andi grins deviously before lighting the joint and taking a drag. She holds it in for a moment before exhaling, a trail of smoke billowing out from her lips. She then offers it to Ellie who looks a bit hesitant.
Ellie: “I don’t know…”
Andi Snow: “Oh come on…we’re in Spain! Andiamo!”
After a few seconds, Ellie grabs the joint and hits it herself before coughing as the smoke sputters out. Once she’s regained her composure she settles into the high and smirks, passing the joint back to Andi and repeating the phrase quietly to herself.
Ellie: “…Andiamo.”
Unfortunately for Andi, the absence of compassion in RSW figurehead Esmeralda Von Krauss meant no such luck. So she worked consistently, showing up to every show since her attack, to work as an interim backstage correspondent while out of commission. Along the way, conducting some of the most groundbreaking interviews that Riot Star had ever seen. In her final interview, Andi unearthed the revelation that Esmeralda Von Krauss had been having an illicit affair with one Shane Mitchell–the current RSW World Heavyweight Champion.
Whether airing her bosses dirty laundry on the air was a form of retribution for Andi, or just a way for her to amuse herself while on the sidelines is a question only she could answer. For now, Andi has decided to focus less on the work drama and more on savoring what time she had left before her return to the ring at Anarchy 48.
The Marina Beach Club in Valencia provided an idyllic backdrop for Andi’s mini vacation as she lay along the edge of a pool that expands the entire oceanfront property line. Her shimmering bronze skin soaked up the sun; that sculpted body of hers clad only in a simple white strapless bikini with matching g-string bottoms. The length of her signature chocolate and caramel highlighted ponytail was pulled over to one shoulder as she sipped a frozen cocktail from a frosted glass garnished with red maraschino cherries and an orange slice.
Andi Snow: “This is the life…”
She sighed contently. Laying her head back to bask in the suns rays it appeared as though the sky had become suddenly overcast, at least from where Andi was sitting.
Andi Snow: “wha…excuse me…you’re in my light.”
She groaned at the person casting a shadow over her, not bothering to open her eyes. After a moment of silence and the shadow unrelenting, a mildly inconvenienced Andi slid the designer sunglasses down to the bridge of her nose to peek out over them at whoever was standing between her and the perfect tan. To her delight, she was greeted by a familiar face.
Ellie: “Surprise!”
Andi Snow: “Ellie! You made it! I thought you wouldn’t be here for another week!”
Ellie: “Yeah well, things were getting a little boring at the compound. Plus, my dad…I’m still not used to saying that..is turning out to be a helicopter mom and it was just too much.”
The ‘dad’ Ellie was referring to was, of course, Shane Mitchell. It was through Andi’s interview with him at his illustrious compound that Andi first made contact with Ellie. The absence of Adriana; Andi’s estranged twin sister, and lack of any female presence at the compound aside from Ellie had left something of a void for both of the young women to fill, and the two had become fast friends.
Andi Snow: “I still don’t understand how you manage to get bored in that house…I mean all that closet space…but whatever. His loss is my gain. Join me!”
Andi pats the vacant lounge chair next to her. Ellie nods and peels off the sweatshirt she was wearing to reveal a modest but trendy flower print bikini top, opting to keep her cutoff shorts on before taking a seat next to Andi who takes another sip from her cocktail.
Ellie: “Whats that?” She asks, eyeing the beverage in Andi’s hand.
Andi Snow: “It’s a frozen Tequila Sunrise. Absolutely delicious. I think it’s my official drink of the summer.”
Ellie: “Is it summer already?”
Andi Snow: “It is here. Plus, when you travel as much as I do, season’s don’t really matter. It’s always summer somewhere…and that’s usually where you’ll find me. Do you want one?” She asks, nodding toward the drink.
Ellie: “I don’t know if I should.”
Andi Snow: “That’s a yes…Hey…Mateo!” She calls out toward the bar at the attractive spanish bartender serving drinks. “One more of these for my friend, por favor!”
He nods to Andi with a grin, and after a few moments a waiter is setting down an identical drink next to Ellie. She takes a sip, her eyes widening in surprise.
Ellie: “This is delicious. You can’t even taste the alcohol!”
Andi Snow: “I know right? It’s like a sneak attack. You don’t even see it coming and then BAM! You’re fucked up.”
The two erupt in a flurry of giggles. After a second, Andi rests her head back against the chair to soak up some more sun. Ellie holds her gaze on Andi, looking at her with admiration.
Ellie: “Is this what you do all the time?” She asks, amazed.
Andi Snow: “Well every twenty minutes I turn over.”
Ellie: “You’re so lucky…To get to do whatever you want whenever you want “
Andi Snow: “I mean it’s nice i’m not gonna lie. But you’re the heir to the Mitchell throne now…you’re loaded too, it’s not like you can’t do the same.”
Ellie: “Try telling Shane…I mean, my dad that. He’d rather me to join a church group and start knitting.”
Andi Snow: “That kind of energy from the man who keeps actual servants? I can’t.” She chuckles.
Ellie: “He thinks you’re a bad influence.”
Andi Snow: “Most parents do. Well..usually not the dad’s…but whatever. Like I give a fuck Anyway you’re a grown ass woman. He can’t like…legally tell you what to do.”
Ellie: “I know that…I think he means well, but..hey wait…shouldn’t you be prepping for your match? It’s your big return.”
Andi Snow: “Yeah, I don’t know how much Anarchy you’ve watched, but my last match was kind of a shit show. I wore a candy bra and ended up with a dick in the eye from some old dude and got paid less for it than like every girl I know who charges for that kind of thing. Plus there’s all this drama in RSW. Some chick thinks I want her man, or her job, I can’t even remember anymore. Then there’s Cruella Von Krauss who probably has something horrible planned for my return. I already know it. The guy i’m facing? Steve Murdock? He’s some loser with a chip on his shoulder but he likes to play with weapons so I’ve already made an appointment with my plastic surgeon to fix my nose when he undoubtedly breaks it.”
Ellie: “You think hes going to break your nose?”
Andi Snow: “Yeah…that’s kind of a thing. So I’d rather just enjoy the last bit of free time I have before it’s back to the shit show that is RSW. Which reminds me…”
Andi carefully places her thumb and index finger in between her cleavage and pulls out what looks like a rolled marijuana joint. She smirks at Ellie who looks a bit surprised.
Ellie: “Is that what I think it is?”
Andi grins deviously before lighting the joint and taking a drag. She holds it in for a moment before exhaling, a trail of smoke billowing out from her lips. She then offers it to Ellie who looks a bit hesitant.
Ellie: “I don’t know…”
Andi Snow: “Oh come on…we’re in Spain! Andiamo!”
After a few seconds, Ellie grabs the joint and hits it herself before coughing as the smoke sputters out. Once she’s regained her composure she settles into the high and smirks, passing the joint back to Andi and repeating the phrase quietly to herself.
Ellie: “…Andiamo.”