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Post by Shaun Hart on Sept 5, 2022 20:26:45 GMT
( The Women's division looks to steal the show when they put four of the best on display in a chaotic fatal four-way match. Which one will stand out and get the win?)
Match Five
Fatal Four Way Match
The Venomous Pixie Kayla Collins vs Ryleigh Ruin vs Beckett Marisol vs Jessica Banks
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Post by Daddy Marisol on Sept 9, 2022 11:56:25 GMT
It was that at this particular moment Beckett had absolutely no idea that she had been booked in a match. It was not that she did not do her best to follow everything it was just that at this particular moment her mind was simply concerned with one thing. A single thing that was going to sweep up into her bubble of a world and overtake her, so it was not that she would not find out sooner than later it was simply that something else, something a little "spicier" had her attention at the moment as she made her way into the monopoly of a store. The truth was she did not want to go into this particular Walmart but damn they were literally everywhere. This one at least had the little green lights that let you know that the produce was "fresh", "organic" and "delivered daily." As she wiped her eyes she noticed that was just her mind looking at the Subway. "Crap," she said as she pulled her hood over her head. Being on such a coveted mission like this she needed not to be disturbed as she started to zig and zag her way through the aisles, knowing just which aisle she needed to hit. "Lovely aisle twelve," she said as she turned and made her way down the aisle of cookies.
She was so caught up in looking for that glorious yellow packaging with the golden crust and orange filling on the middle making her want the cookies even more that she did not notice the snake of paparazzi fodder of a man that had followed her in and was snapping pictures of her. Of course the pictures caught her at an undazzling angle making her look like nothing short of a crazed bear woman who could only be settled by the taste as Beckett grab four packages of the delicious flavor of a cookie and turned finally spotting the man and dropping the cookies on the floor out of fear. "Huh?" she said as she heard the shutter and immediate flicker of the camera but her mind at least at the moment was more concerned with the dropping of all four packages and the cookies splattered everywhere ruined by the traces of shoes and possibly even bare feet that had walked the floor long before her own shoes. She slowly pushed her hood back and looked at him and sighed.
"Jerk face," she said to the man. He smirked and she felt herself cowering down as he began to rattle on and on about who she was and it was in those next few seconds that she had been booked in a match and being one of the newer people who had been signed to IIW, well she was now considered hot news. Beckett shook her head. "I doubt that, nothing to see here. Plus I think that you have your news mixed up. There are far more other important topics going on than making up ones about me."
He insisted that he had his stories right as he held up his phone and showed her the "hot topics" and there it was in black and white and nice looking text now that she turned her head taking in what this information meant. "Red Alert?" she said as she nodded her head. "Well that is nice but I mean, I.." Her eyes continued to travel as she finally seen her name and not one, or two, but three others. She slowly blinked her eyes and took a second to wipe them. "Excuse me a second," she said as she grabbed a packaging of cookies and quickly brushed past the man, all the way back towards Electronics and turned the corner and made her way into the family restroom. She turned and locked the door and put the lid down on the toilet and sat down and opened up the package of pumpkin spice and golden oreo deliciousness and began to stuff her mouth. It was true that it was nowhere near the ideal eating place but she had just been pummeled down with information of her having a match. A freaking four way at that, which as that thought ran across her mind made her stuff two more Oreos into her mouth. She was in middle chew when someone knocked on the door and she screamed out. "Occupied!" she said as crumbs went flying everywhere.
She stood up and pushed the crumbs as close to the trash can as she could with her foot and then turned and placed the package of opened cookies down and washed her hands. As she finished and found a paper towel to dry her hands she blinked. "A match?" It was still blowing her mind. "Who the hell looked at me and said hey she deserves a match? Not only that but against three other women?" The pressure to even think about doing well was making her feel a little nauseated, that or all the sugar and no real substance of food; either way she grabbed her Oreos and made her way out. "All yours now," she said in case the person from earlier was still around as she made her way up to a cashier and noticed that it was nothing but self check outs. "For all that is this Nabisco goodness you guys need to get rid of all of these self check outs and hire some real damn people!" she said as she fiercely scanned her Oreos and then swiped her card to pay for them and made her way outside. Just as she did she heard the shutter and flick of the camera again and narrowed her eyes once more at him.
"Dude, what the fuck?" she said as she ate another oreo. "What do you want a story? A quote?" Geez give it a damn rest. "Let me see, well I mean it is always an honor to get to do what you love but I am new, green as fuck to this company so however it plays out, however I do in the match that is when I will be able to give you a proper quote. I mean I could sit here and talk about it, talk about how people should tune into the pay per view because the women are going to steal the show, speak about how we fight as hard, if not harder than the men and we want the titles that are for us just as much but if it's talk about those three ladies, well you are going to have to actually catch me after the match. I mean I might give one a kiss or something like that especially if tonguing down one of those ladies means I get a win."
There it was. Shades of Beckett's small heel streak. It was fresh and new and still a work in progress but at the end of the day she knew that being a heel would be for her. No one was going to take her seriously either way, well that and she envisioned herself a much better heel piece than Maverick, though she could not say for sure. "I mean wins are nice but sometimes you want more." She knew that if he quoted her on that it would sound strange but she ate another Oreo and let the spicy goodness of pumpkin creme be her guide for a second. "I just want people to know my name, I want people to want to fight me because they know that I am a good opponent. Will that be shown my first match out in such a known organization, time will tell but one thing that you can quote me on is that I will not quit. I am meek and I scare easily but those are just my points to grow from as I am sure the other three ladies have also but one, if not all three of them when the match is over will want to fight me again. Fighting me is an experience, one that salivates in the mouth and you do not know what to expect but just one taste and they will come back for me. Ironically enough it is like this pumpkin spice Oreo," she said as she offered him one.
"It looks different from the regular Oreos naturally and you are not quite sure how someone could like it, how someone could want more from something that has not been around as the original but one taste, one match in my case and people, or opponents in this case and not consumers will want more. That is my saving grace you see, not the win, not the entrance but the point of making them want another match. Also I say another match because that could be a continuing loop of matches, a fued you see and not one more match because one more match to me means that it would end and what is the fun in that if a name for yourself good or bad does not come out of you doing what you love the most which for me is wrestling."
He blinked at her and she could tell that he was confused and she sighed. "I'm pumpkin spice Oreos Sir," she said. "It might not look the best in the whole line of Oreos but damn if it does not get people talking once it hits shelves, or in this case has it's first match." She swore for a paparazzi he either had unadventurous taste buds or was simply an idiot, which only made her be more grateful for her phone ringing as she picked it up. "Rhett?" she asked as she answered. "Yeah, just be waiting." A match? It was true that now she was properly informed for the most part she was a little excited and a little scared, just like she had been the first time that she had tasted pumpkin spice Oreos but she would come out of it fine, or maybe with her face smashed a bit, either way it was a start.
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Post by Daddy Marisol on Sept 16, 2022 21:29:47 GMT
Her mind was floating, a little here and a little there if the truth was to be told and her hands were wet from the particles of sweat that had started to form on them as she spotted Rhett. She knew some of the details but this was not a good look. The two of them alone and having to road trip but for Beckett it was not because it was a guy, it was simply because if this made her miss out on getting to Detroit she would be upset and have to go back to dealing with Maverick and that made her immensely sick along her thoughts. A road trip was supposed to be good, if nothing else relaxing and still she felt like as they now were driving down the most basic of scenic roads that there was too much tension in this car. It was probably that old familiar and ever so lingering form of jitters which did nothing but help the infuse of sweat coming from her palms that were starting to grip the steering wheel entirely too tight. "There are pumpkin spiced flavored Oreos in the back if that is your thing Rhett."
She narrowed her eyes down so that her focus could be on the road. Watching the emptiness of the highway made a small shiver find it's way down her spine but she still was so caught up in how to get them there and she was simply going to let Rhett's mind flow as it was seen fit, even if she felt her fands slowly slipping away from that steering wheel due to the moisture. She had never been good with one focal point, well no that was a lie. Beckett actually considered herself extremely excellent at one focal point but as she thought about her match and those other three women again her one focal point was trying to tripod off and that had her all out of sorts.
"So how did you end up away from Sawyer again?" she asked. Just because someone told you one side of a story did not mean that they told you everything plus she thought that it would be good to listen and get Rhett talking. As he spoke about the details she listened because it did sound like Sawyer. He was nice underneath all of his brooding and emo and seemingly not give a fudge attitude but still it was a part of him that she knew she did not want to necessarily take on. "Well, your start sounds a whole lot more interesting than mine." She had not considered hers boring but she knew she was lucky to be looking for Oreos before hand rather than getting left in the dirt because of Sawyer. Still she took a second as they now sat at a red light. It was one of the main differences between men and women in her opinion about men and women. Men seemed to be much more broody creatures where women just spoke sometimes loudly about what they had to say and went on and besides that she was getting hungry. Maybe it was her own emotions that always seemed to drive her towards food but she did not know. Still she went a few more miles and then pulled into a restaurant. Thankfully she did not have to worry about much. "I am going to get us food," she said.
She wanted to say that she understood the thoughts and the brooding and that she, that the anxious, excitement, and all things of that same nature were getting to Sawyer as well but it was no excuse as she finally found some paper napkins to wipe her hands on and ordered food. Burgers and the only thing that could have made them smell even more delicious would have been if they would have had an image of Jason Mamoa's nipples on them. Once she returned with the food she spoke. "Here, medium well if I recall correctly." The wind found itself allowing a breeze as she watched Rhett take the burger and he finally did something more than grunt for once. "Thanks," he said. Her eyes bucked up in pure amazement as she took it in. "Oh he speaks," she said jokingly. It was not the speaking that had been holding him back but the words, maybe his anger as he shifted his weight and thought about it and he spoke again. "I have never done well with people deciding to act as if they are children and throwing the towel in. We all want the same thing, perhaps even have our own ways of getting there but Sawyer is a moody, irresponsible, piece of shit."
"Everyone has an off day or two Rhett, besides now you got to spend the day, heck the entire trip with me. I get it if he is nervous if he even feels being held back. I am personally nervous as hell myself in my own match but if it were a tag team match, the truth is that I would probably piss my pants. It is easier when you take the loss and it's singles or triple threats but tag team wrestling is a whole different aspect, not that it excuses it, plus this road trip will be fun." Slow, but still. "Also these are the best burgers in town or so that sign said." She felt a little awkward since it was just her and Rhett, things were not muddy but complicated. "Well," she said. "Well what?" he asked. "Why does it seem as if there is thick tension between us?" he asked which only caused Beckett to shake her head. "No tension, the only thing I am tense about is my match and I am saying the same for you Rhett." Still she blinked before continuing on. "Tension is me under pressure to be just slightly better than three others, tension is trying to find a good work and life balance which is a damn near impossible task mind you and tension is even not dreaming about the glorious chest and nips of one Mr. Momoa," she said as she laughed because the thoughts down that dark and dangerous hole were ones to be explored at a different time but she noticed Rhett, honestly not buying into her bullshit so she shrugged.
"Beckett," she heard Rhett say as she stared at him. The truth was that she was listening too intently and she did not know if it was the voice or the tension but Rhett continued on. "You obsession with that man is not healthy. You should put your energy and focus into something else which is why wrestling, official matches will be good for you. Remember all gloriousness comes in time." She, however was too busy biting her burger again but she did understand. Still the tension was..quiet, staggering and not just the type that seemed to be creeping up in the deepest pits of her stomach about her match but the other type.. It was becoming weird to her as she finished her burger. "We need to get going Rhett, all the invisible sexual tension is killing me," she said honestly attempting to laugh it off because no one had time to focus on that. Perhaps after her match but she seriously doubted it as she heard the phone ring and answered it. "Yes Sawyer," she said as she hung up. "He will meet you there," she said. "Let's go, the tension is too thick here now and making me feel slightly aggressive," she said as she slightly punched him. "To winning?" she said. "Well no, to a good time." At least she hoped.
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