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Post by Shaun Hart on Nov 14, 2022 19:15:24 GMT
Match Eleven Women Championship Triple Threat Match Alessia Capello vs Beckett Marisol vs Ada Pierce(c)
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Post by Capello on Nov 30, 2022 2:57:29 GMT
WAKE UP I
“We can not be judged what we dream for Ada, I dream of destroying you and finally having that damn belt..I carried myself out of hell and had to take a rest but it's been almost a year since you busted my skull open...left me laid out flat in the middle of the ring but it's time to pay you back.”
Alessia would throw a hand up presenting the empty arena to the masses the single beam of light in the arena on the square circle she stands in.
“I don't know what I did to get this lucky break from the higher ups.....ive been fucking lazy the last few months....content with winning a few matches and showing up part time....BUT I do know I've been working more, lifting more, training more and guess what Pierce?
Hibernation is over.
One thing has been bugging me though.....how in the hell have YOU kept the belt? Your unhinged....your crumbling to the pressure....its almost like you've been pumped with some sort of poison or maybe just to strong a drink... something your pretty little ass wasn't ready for.”
Capello smirks as she paces around the ring leaning on the ropes before she takes a seat on a turnbuckle.
“What is it you dream of Pierce? Is it sitting at the top of the mountain in the locker room? Maybe it's getting on the cover of some game or magazine....maybe starting some dojo of your own some day? Making more silly little karate kids with some hapless man? You see that is well and good but for all those possible goals and big aspirations Ada your not ready to leave it all in the ring yet. I'm not talking figuratively either...body...mind....soul....im taking all of it from you when I claim the belt!
But, there is another in this match...little miss uhhh…shit….Becky?….Bridgett?……Beckett! That’s the one….well whatever the hell your fighting for, I plan to take your dreams at the same time so just be ready to get knocked out.”
Alessia would stand from her perch on the turnbuckle and hop down to the canvas. She would roll out of the ring as “The Light that Blinds” begins to play as the screen turns white the stylized AC staining on the screen.
(~~~The Next Day~~~)
Alessia Capello yawns as she lazily scrolls on her phone still waiting for a reply from her rival Ada. She has posted her own video just the night prior, it was odd that she hadn’t heard anything on any social media or the usual sites. It was sure putting a bleak damper on what was supposed to be a work out at the gym.
Capello- Well damn Cap…..you must be losing your new car smell if nobody gives a damn about your shit talk…..
Jock-Hey!
Capello- hmm maybe if I do the whole Twitter th-
Jock- Yo big broad! If your not lifting give up the bench
She continues to tap away at her phone as she holds up one of the few bench press stations in the ratty gym near her current hotel. It would have been nice to have a home gym or a main one to call her spot but ever since her break away from the Left Hand she had been having to actually learn to save.
Jock- Okay you fucking wanna be gorilla how about I hel-AHHH!
The muscled meathead quickly pulls his now bruised hand off of Capello’s shoulder the woman having pinned his hand between the metal bar and her own mass.
Capello- How about you fuck off before you end up with a really unfortunate end of your day. I already can’t be going around hurting little guys like you…bad for my image and all that I’m sure you get it….well maybe not but either way…shoo.
She would snicker as she goes back to her work out trying to push past her own PR of 185. Bulking up had been fun with multiple cheat nights with her only actual friend Robin Vengeance that included doughnut burgers and maybe a few beers. But now she was suffering alone in the gym with nothing but upcoming matches and metal tunes to keep her company.
Capello would yawn as she slings her bag over her shoulder, entire body buzzing with post workout pain. Even though she was beat she was proud of the fact she was in the 190 club now. Now her mind was on dinner, a juicy steak and some good wine causing her to hasten her step.
But it's the sight of the would be guy bully and two of his friends trying to look tough outside in the parking lot that gets her licking her lips.
Jock- You must think your tough because you can lift a little bitch? You think you can just start shit and not get taught a lesson!?
Jock 2- Yeah tell her bro!
Capello- A parking lot best down eh? Good plan goooood plan...i assume you've got a few more guys behind a trashcan or a knife?
Jock- What? What you taking about?!
Capello- I just assumed you where going to be doing this smart.....not very very dumb....oh well
Capello shurgs as she tosses her bag right into the face of one of the lackeys and rushes at the leader a manic smile on her face.
Hours later Alessia Cappello sits in a non descript office with a few bruises on her arms and neck. On the table is a display of the carnage of her little tussle with the gym jocks. Across from her sits a stern faced police officer.
Officer - Two fractured ribs on one of these guys, other has a broken nose and whiplash....and the last one is throwing up blood....was this a street fight or a car wreck? Ma’am are you sure you want to claim self defense?
Capello- Of course Officer! If you look at the footage again you see they clearly tried to jump me.
Officer- *sigh* Yes ma’am we are getting a copy so we can review it a few more times but initial viewing does show them trying to entrap you. The issue is we think the threat of injury or death was never a real problem for you.....
Capello- Oh now because I take care of myself I can't be a scared little woman?! Interesting take officer.....what was you name and badge number again?
Officer- Officer Smith A639...And no I'm not implying you couldn't have felt endangered ma’am..we are also aware of your psuedo celebrity status as a professional wrestler. All that is to say this: we don't want to muck up your work with paperwork but we also don't want a loose cannon with real guns on her arms running around.
Capello: Soooooo?
Officer Smith- We want you to do a few city paid for counseling sessions for potentially troubled folk..I noted you put your mailing address as the Extended Stay Cosmo Hotel here in town. Looking into that we got wod you've been staying their between your work for the last 6 months...makes you a resident of Seattle. So just make this easy and be at the Downtown Cornerstone Church the first friday your back....I would say good luck by my daughter loves Ada Pierce hahaha!
Alessia rolls her eyes as she takes the address from the cop and then smirks.
Capello- Tell your daughter, that Ada Pierce is going to need all of her support and love come this show....and don't you worry....ill bring the gold back! I will even wear it to this little counseling crap!
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Post by Daddy Marisol on Nov 30, 2022 22:37:02 GMT
Fear. Beckett, well the simple truth of the matter was that Beckett simply feared everything. What people thought of her, what she needed or should I say rather, what she should do and the truth was that was no way to live. It was true she got up, trained, did the every day normal things that would sit consistent with life going on but living? No she had never started to actually do that until she had been teamed up with Maverick, because for all of the loud and annoying and going live that Maverick loved to sing about from the highest of t he mountains, one thing remained consistent, the man lived every ounce of the day, every moment in a world that would only realize it once it was too late. However let's not jump the gun, oh excuse me, must stick with the theme, let's not jump the revolver quite yet. A few days ago :
The empty sounds of the arena were starting to become too familiar and yet eerily comfortable as Beckett gathered her things up. It was finally time to rest for a little bit but never for long because Spain was waiting. She was too excited for Spain, but not because of her match but simply because of the location as she finished carefully slipping her feet into her boots when she heard a slight knock on the door. "I will be out in a minute," she said as she got up and opened the door, to the existence of nothing. "That's odd," she said as she stepped out and looked around and that was when she looked down and seen the note. Crisp, white envelope and a red ribbon tied around it as she picked it up and began to read it aloud.
"ARGH, Howdy there Merry Mate Marisol! Tis Captain Tyde here, offering a letter of utter most importance and coins for that their sunken treasure most certainly known as a captain's favorite thing, booty!"
"I think he has swallowed a little too much sea water," Beckett said as the letter went on.
"The winds speak and say that thee's upcoming task sees thee Merry Mate up against not only Pierce but Capello as well! Tough as the Siren's whispers and double down on the deck, how will thee fair out against not one roaring ship against the sea but two at once? Me and the lovely Quartermaster Waverly look forward to hearing from you! Sail forth Mate and plunder deeply!"
Beckett simply shook her head because she needed to talk to Tyde about how they needed to talk about his words and the current year but still, she could feel it, that crippling fear grabbing her as she backed up against the wall and took a second to read his letter again. "Me versus Capello versus Pierce, well that sounds like a hell of a time. I mean I have never been one to shy away from..a challenge at least lately and this is no different you see? Instead of getting to prove that I am better than them one at a time, I get to do it at once but let that not make me sound like a fool, they want it too, don't they?"
Either of these women would be clown painted idiot not to want to win, not for bragging and not even for the belt but for the moment after. The single solitary moment when the arm of the victor would be raised and that victor would know that even if for just one night, they outshined the other two by any means necessary. A victory was all the bragging rights that a person needed because belts, opportunities would come again, the chance to get to the top of the mountain would come again, but the chance to conquer the mountain on your first chance up, that feeling only happened once.
"I.." She took a second to look over Tyde's letter and shook her head as she pulled her bag a little closer and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. "I guess I better write back so he will understand it better." Though she was not as socially addicted as Maverick, she felt Tyde would never get the message other wise.
"Dearest Captain Tyde! Your information has been found useful. I suppose I should ramble on about how I respect Capello and Pierce but Tyde, I do not. My fear of what others would think of me has present me from being honest but in writing you see, captain why, how could I possibly respect someone who does not respect me? It's a cut throat, have the best tits, walk the plank type of business and well I am as flat as a board so it's cutting not only Pierce but Capello both off at the throat. Not literally, Tyde but wrestling wise."
"You see normally I would..not..go about it this way but Captain, they have left this merry mate not a single choice for the two of them are like a wave, high rising and sooner or later with the right pull of the tide they will try to pull me under and I can not, I will not have that! Worry not my captain though, for I have a plan!"
-------- "So it appears that we are just stuck here until they figure out what happened," Beckett said as she waved to the camera. "I bet this was nothing like what you guys were expecting and to be honest me either," she said as she reached over and put her hat on. "You know what they say though, when life hands you a dead body on a train, you simply sit back and let Daddy take care of you," she said as she smirked.
"To be honest the only two innocent people on this train are Rhett and I. Rhett seems to go around constantly angry and murder is not his ammo. Torture is more his thing you see, probably tie someone up and burn their fingers off and let the pain and mental torture do the rest of them and well I," Daddy Marisol said as she pulled a few items out of her bag and stopped with the tied up rope. "I would simply assist him," she said as she played along with the rope. "It's nice, rough, thick, and more importantly tight like I like it," she said as she loosened it a little bit and put a little bit around the camera man's neck.
"You see why murder someone when you can let them off themselves all on their own? I mean you guys are getting the story of a life time with not only every member of Second Coming being present but all of these people and yet no one has thanked us? How naughty are you? Sounds like you deserve a spanking to me," and it was in that moment that the camera fell over and everything went silent.Two days before train arrival and departure: As Maverick cleared the smoke from his home made cocoa cigar, Beckett shook her head. "So, yeah what do you think?" she asked Maverick as she held a letter in her hands. However the stitching on the letter was a whole lot more formal than the one she had gotten from Tyde, this one seemed important, more pertaining as she watched Maverick began to eat his cocoa cigar and she sighed. "Mavis, I get that it's fake but come on. Do I have a chance of beating both of them?" "You pulled me out of bed to talk about Ada Pierce and Alessia Capello? This is not how this went in my dream. You came and got me and told me that I was going to get to get in Pierce you know? You even told me how this whole thing was just a way to get her to ride the Maverick, I'm trying to remember if I dreamed about Alessia, though I'm not hard to please so probably." Beckett blinked as she shook her head as Maverick went on. "I do not get while you are complaining. If It was me versus the two of them, I would already consider myself a winner. I mean do you hear me when I say I would gladly let either one of them lay on top of me and not say a bad thing afterwards. I can see it now, I might lose but damn if I don't really win." It was in that moment she knew she should have went to Sawyer or Rhett for advice, but Sawyer was still intimidating and she had not gotten the perfect hat to approach him in yet and Rhett, well Bekcett's body was starting to betray her whenever Rhett was around so it left her no choice but to talk to Maverick. "Mavis, first off you have a match of your own so stop thinking about a blonde sandwich and focus on that and second of all, I really could use your advice. Words from your heart and not from well, everywhere else." Maverick laughed as he had let his imagination run wild for a minute and then spoke. "I mean I'm not going to lie. The odds of Ada walking out with a retain are highly favorable, but even if so it will not be the end of the two of you, as far as I can tell the match can and will go either way. You need to win though. You need to beat both of those ladies to within an inch of their life because you are representing us and we need some gold. I mean if I was in there it would be no fucking contest because I am Maverick Tatum, top gun and what not, but you, well you need to go Daddy on them and that is my advice." --- "So yes," Beckett said as she was seen in front of the camera man again, this time only in the ballroom cart which was big but no one had been allowed in here yet thanks to the drop of the body, but she had forced her way in with the rope. One tuck and a pull and the door easily opened, it was almost too stealthy. "I do not know what Mavis was talking about going all daddy on my opponents," she said as she smiled. "It's not like being Daddy Marisol is something that I can just turn on and off, it's a process."
It almost was becoming too easy though, almost like Daddy was permanently taking over. "Respect is a fickle two way street that one has to cross carefully, just ask the dead body. I mean you see I still am a small bit sour with Ada and as far as Alessia goes, you would get better results from mixing ants on fire and lighting them up than having her and I in the same ring but it's not just one of us against the other, it's one of us against one of us, against another one of us." Beckettt took a second to straighten her hat and place her legs crossed into the camera man's lap, which caused the camera to shake just a little bit. "Oh sorry," she said. "You know what I do not get, is this same feeling of fear, it took me over a few days ago too but for different reasons."
The camera man took a second to adjust himself as Beckett looked at him. "You see it all started after my talk with Mavis."One day before train departure : Beckett was having a hard enough time, doing her best to keep her emotions in check because the days of having to get on the train and knowing that everything, everyone and every move would be captured was enough to also send a spine tingling chill down her body but there was a raw, fresh excitement in the air too. It was true that her head had been in the clouds but not in the way of not doing her best on studying Capello and Pierce, she had now entered the zone of had she studied their matches too much? The line between not being prepared enough and being too prepared was a thin one. "Oh crap sorry," she said as she looked up and seen Jack Tyde for the tricone hat was always hard to miss as he took a second and put his arms out in a welcoming fashion and spoke. "Just the matey I've been looking for on these rough lands," he said as Beckett looked at him but he went on. "No way am I letting my matey go into a match without the perfect hat!"Beckett turned her head just a bit as she looked at him because while she had thought that it was a lot to take in through a letter seeing it up close and personal had did it absolutely no justice as reading it through letters formed into words. "I appreciate your enthusiam Tyde, I mean more than you could ever imagine but trust me it is not necessary. I do not know if I am ready to go up against Capello and Pierce where the actual title is on the line but I am going to do my best and all of that," she said as she reached out and patted him on his shoulder and tried to push past him but the deep and bellowing voice of Tyde stopped her in her tracks. "Avast Ye, Matey Marisol, I have all the answers to ye problems!" It was a lie but a person did have to start somewhere. Tyde let out a loud whistle which only made Beckett once again wish that she was by herself but once she was presented with the gift, her eyes glimmered. The glimmer was not with excitement but atrocity because she had never seen something so, well disgustingly pirate like. She was thoroughly confused at the yellow hat and the yellow feathers and..it looked like mustard had a very bad case of the shits and somehow morphed it into a hat. Still she took it and exited quickly."
"So yeah," she said as she could now heard Maverick ranting about knowing who had done it which interrupted her thoughts. "Point being," she said. "It was a nice gesture and when I win my match, I will wear the hat that Tyde was so nice to get me," she said as she got up and opened the door. "Mavis!" she said as she reached out to grab him but he sped past her too fast forcing her to run after him. "Mavis!" she said. Damn it, maybe she should see if she could get him in between Pierce and Capello because it had to be easier than this right now as she finally caught him. "How about you share with the rest of us?" she said as she looked around for Rhett and Sawyer. "Especially if it gets this train going again, I would like to get to Spain and at least show up for my match." Hell it might not go her way, but she would be damned if she did not at least put on one hell of a showing.
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Post by Capello on Dec 1, 2022 3:42:51 GMT
~30 minutes before IIW: Explosion~
Alessia Capello sits in her locker room already in her ring gear as the camera settles on her the dull roar of the attendants being picked up by the mic.
“Let me ask you IIW universe…is a slightly heavy belt worth harming your fellow man to the extent that I plan to hurt Ada Pierce and Beckett Marisol? Because I plan to show you all a spectacle.
I mean probably but to be honest..that isn’t what I’m going out to the ring for tonight….You see ever since the Ice Crown last year….no…no ever since my strap match against Step……I have been dropping the ball….why haven’t I just TAKEN what should be mine?! All these wanna be fashion models and fucking…business moguls playing wrestler shouldn’t be able to hang with me….all I’ve ever done is fight….I don’t do interviews, I don’t do Photo shoots on instagram…..I work my body and mind every day while these other weaklings…..these other weaklings just talk tough for followers or whatever.
What happens when all that tough talk catches up with you? Huh Ada? Your STILL talking about winning at the ice crown like it’s fresh…trying to act like a bad ass since you’ve got the fucking belt still? Well in just a few hours….I’m going to try my hardest to take your head off of your shoulders and when I’m done breaking your body….Marisol….I’m going to see what your potential truly is….maybe that spark can handle a douse of gasoline….I hope you don’t burn yourself out.
Your chances to stand out had already risen when you got given *this* match…A rookie in the ring with two seasoned fighters….you had better take notes before you get out in your place. I don’t want to give you any sort of hope because when Judgment comes down….the unworthy are judged just as harshly as the favored and damned.
I don’t have a problem with you…but your in my way kid and sadly…..I gotta do what I gotta do….but how about this…..impress me and you get first shot after Ada chokes on her rematch opportunity…think about what I’m offering and try your hardest….but don’t let your little training buddies get you in your own head.
Ada Pierce let the voices calling her the best and brightest get in her head and look at her now….unraveling. Nothing more than a target fit only to be taken out…you’ve got a little time before our match…..think about every action you plan to take in the ring tonight….I’ll put you to the test young warrior.
Impress me and I’ll show you what it means to be on another level. Me and you can make war on each other…you learning little bits and scrapes of what I know..and then one day when you’ve taken it all in…I’ll break you back across the mat to send you back where you belong…..you all fucking belong below me. I Dominate…Karateka’s….so called Daddies…..you can both give me all you’ve got tonight……Just don’t get to upset when my arm is the one raised. It’s MY time to sit at the top of the mountain.
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Post by Ada Pierce on Dec 1, 2022 20:16:44 GMT
Prologue
Hours after her last appearance on Mayhem, Ada Pierce finds herself in the backseat of a limo arranged for her by her best friend and daughter of her Sensei. The comfortable seat, the leg room… none of it matters much to the IIW Women’s Champion. After the result of her tag match with Beckett Marisol against the team of Apathy and long-time rival Denise DeMarco, Ada struggles to care much about the materialistic side of the wrestling business that she has earned. As she sits in silence, she realises how easily all of this can crumble and disappear if she doesn’t walk into Explosion with the right mindset. The mindset of the Karateka that stole the hearts of the First Class audience before doing the same when she returned from a career-threatening injury.
“Fuck this.” the champion mumbles to herself before pulling out her phone. She taps the Phone app before accessing her Favourites list. Ada taps her best friend’s name and the call rings as she wears her wireless earbuds.
“Ada!”, Vickie Burke yells out. The familiar voice brings a smile to Ada’s face.
“Hey Vicks.”
“You feelin’ alright, champ? I saw what happened…”
“As alright as I can be after what Beckett did to me.”, responds Ada, coldly.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Really. I just…”
“What?” Ada questions as Vickie goes quiet.
“It’s… it’s nothing. Forget it.” Vickie responds, reluctantly opting not to address the elephant in the room. But Ada decides to put the pressure on, knowing exactly what Vickie was going to ask about before stopping as the smile fades from the champion’s face.
“It’s about what I tried to do at the end, right? That took you aback? Because you wouldn’t be the only one.” Ada continues, the anger slowly building within her.
“It isn’t you. This isn’t who you are, A. No matter how hard you try to be one of them… you’re just not! And look at that happened.” Vickie shoots back, snapping at her best friend and her father’s protege.
“Vickie… you know why I’m doing this. How many times do I have to explain that-“
“No! Fuck that, Ada. I’m not gonna hear it anymore. This isn’t you. You’re not a cheater. You don’t look for shortcuts. This isn’t why you came back and you can’t become that person!” the champ’s best friend yells, her voice breaking as she feels helpless watching an idol of hers changing. Fearing that Ada will soon become someone Vickie won’t be able to recognize. Someone her Sensei won’t recognize.
“Vickie… I love you. I really do. But you just… You need to trust me on this. I promise… I promise I won’t change. Not with you. Not with Sam. But I won’t let them sideline me again. And I am begging you to understand that I can’t be the same Karateka that lost months of career because of a Code nobody else gave a bloody shit about.”
“Ada…”
“Listen… I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll just let you get to it, yeah? It’s getting late here too.”
Despite hearing Vickie attempting to respond, Pierce ends the call. She looks out the window in silence as light rain hits the window. With the Explosion PPV nearing, Ada is sure that she will have to defend her hard-earned title against Beckett. And while much of what Vickie said echoed what Ada was thinking to herself before calling, the Karateka’s anger drowns the reasonable voices out as she finally places what she’s been feeling since Beckett’s attack.
It’s the very same feeling she had when Pierce was forced to take an extended leave from First Class after being brutally assaulted after a hellacious Evolution championship title defense. Only now, Ada is cleared to continue competing. But the phantom pain lingers, telling her what Beckett did could’ve easily ended her return right then and there.
That cannot happen again.
Beckett must pay.
To hell with the Code.
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Post by Daddy Marisol on Dec 2, 2022 2:35:45 GMT
It was a hard pill to swallow, that something like a train ride could turn into something where they now had to have one hundred percent proof that one of their friends were innocent. It did not help that thanks to Carter they were being taped but none the less she pulled her yellow dress into place and thought. It was the last thing she, no, any of them needed as she let out a sigh. It was also hard enough to not slap the entire shit out of the camera man who kept filming them and asking them to Define The Relationship. This was not the time and damn sure not the place. Still the cart that they had taken Sawyer to, the only good thing about it was the smell of the flowers that sifted through her nose as she waited. Rhett was not the best choice of company, pacing back and forth in the small space, looking around as if he had a lot to say but was perhaps sitting on his tongue because of the cameras for once. Beckett ran her hands through her hair and let the scents of the flowers be her calming space for now. "Well," said the camera man. "Since I have the both of you here, let me say that this is not how we expected this to go at all. I mean it is going to look amazing when we play it back and air it and if you guys are lucky, the second coming as a whole might get more deals like this. I am sure that will please Carter as when we spoke to him it seemed like he wanted more exposure for you guys. One hand washes the other in a way, you get more exposure outside of I.I.W. thus giving you more exposure in I.I.W. as well. A murder rep however, that is going to be hard for Sawyer Wade to beat even from a stand point of being an up and coming star in a place such as I.I.W."That was true as Beckett took a second. How was it during a time where most of 2nd Coming had title chances coming up was it all having a very bad timing surround it. Still she felt like Sawyer was innocent she just had to prove it if she could. "He's innocent," Beckett said. "I know that it does not look like he is but he is. We only got on this train to get to where we need to be four our matches at Explosion. We all, well not Mavis but he is an idiot, we all have title shots and that means that we show up and more than that we show out. This is just some big ploy of someone once again trying to make us look bad. I do not get why people do not want to see it, are they scared?"
There was that fear again. She was scared so she felt like if others were she could understand it.
"You do understand that while we do not mind doing this it is the last thing that we had our minds set too. We wrestle and we take it seriously and our opponents should know that, we have lives outside of what we do but it does not mean that what we do is any less important. We train and bust our ass as much as anyone else and everyone who has taken any time to even take a glance at who we are knows that. Me for instance, going in a match against two other women who everyone knows would rather break my neck than see me pin either one of them are hoping that I do not make it, they are probably hoping that everything stops me but it will not."She took a second to clinch her hands and then unclench them, trying her best to remain off of the edge of going off and letting her temper get the best of her as she heard Rhett speak. "It's just another part of the system being against us. Everyone against us makes us work harder and Sawyer, just because he was seen talking to the guy who happened to die does not mean anything. Hell Sawyer and I go back and forth all the time it does not mean I want to kill the bastard."Beckett looked up, just as she had when she was with Maverick. She thought back to what she had been doing during the time. Not much really because she did not want to be distracted and plus she wanted to make the best of her time in Spain once she got there. "Hmm," she said as she got up. "You guys keep talking I will return shortly." She got up and exited out of the room and went on the trail looking for Maverick, yet she could not find him either as she turned into all of the rooms and looked into each one of them. "This is harder than training for my match. No disrespect to Pierce who is the champion and Capello who wants to be the champion just like I do, but I deserve it more. I mean I am sure that Capello is out for my neck a little more than Pierce is but at the end of the day two of us will lose and one of us will have pissed the other two off so much that, that one woman ends up with a target on their back much bigger than the one that Sawyer has on him at the moment. Funny how life and situations can always seem to turn out and imitate each other but it is not a case of imitation being the sincerest form of flattery, it's just a task of figuring out the best way to work around what has been set up in front of you to once again prove that you are the best, at least that is how I see it." She turned into the Billiard Room and thought about what they had been told and shown. It was true that Sawyer was a hot head but the amount of people that had been on this train, the way that it seemed every member of Second Coming seemed perfectly placed was the one thing that made it too perfect, thus flawed in the end. Still as she looked she seen a slight glimmer and heard that aw too familiar clank and followed it. "This is the last time I do anything with them. Here I am trying to flourish because let's be honest how many times am I going to get a title shot and yet these guys as much as I love them, they have such bad timing," she said as she spotted the shadow figure that seemed to slink across the backdrop. It was too set up, too much like they wanted the body to be found and that was nothing like any murder she had ever seen in real life or tv otherwise as she turned and held her own body up against the corner of the wall. "I was in the zone and completely focused, had a complete plan for the two on one of Capello and Pierce and now, I find it all fleeting out of the window," she said as she leapt forward onto the figure's back and began to squeeze as the person tried to scream and began to wildly fling Beckett from side to side. "Why won't you go down already?" she asked as she squeezed again and the person finally spoke. "Get off of me, they didn't pay me enough for this!" she heard as she let go and fell down on her side and looked up. "Fuck all they said was that they had some people coming on this train and that it would make for great exposure to set up this fake murder but they forgot to mention that it would almost get me choked out in the end!"Beckett flinched a second as she heard him. "Petey? What in the hell? You realize that we are athletes who take things seriously and we have places to be and all you wanted to be was to be apart of some set up for what, good television ratings? This isn't a fucking soap opera. You not only could have gotten Sawyer locked up but do you realize how much valuable time you have cost each and every one of us? Too much!" she said as she stormed out of the door and made her way back to Rhett." Apparently, this was all some sort of set up," she said as she eyed the camera man who now spoke. It was at this point that the camera man spoke. "For the most part yeah, we like to test people out when we first start to put them on television. We did not actually plan on your friend getting tasered but he seemed angry and so we had to jump in on the action. You guys are ratings gold and the Intense International Wrestling gig is just icing on the cake. We want to film more of you guys if you decide that you want that and you know if you two want to DTR, we want that too.""Fucking weirdos," she said. "Look all anyone who sees this needs to know is what you see in front of you when it comes to us, hell any member of Second Coming for that is that when we want something we go after it. Hell I would not have even blamed Sawyer if he would have killed the man." She felt as if she were on the verge of breaking down simply for the ideocracy that this had turned into. "Do your fucking job and let us do ours, some of us need to work harder than others to even feel as if we have a chance." Pressure. Pressure was always going to be there and though she knew that it would come the amount that she was feeling right now having to go up against Capello and Pierce was doing things to her thoughts however she knew she could do well, she just had no idea if it could be well enough. Still if not, it just meant that she would come back stronger and harder as long as no cameras were filming her every move and then wanting to make it all out to be fake, who the fuck did that." Let's go get Sawyer and get to Spain before I really hurt someone." Days Later, Spain Arrival : Beckett, well when she was in Daddy Marisol mode so to say her clothing always went darker not by chance it was just how she had felt more comfortable and she also became what could only be seen as less social but the gang seemed to understand. The past few days had allowed her to gather herself and she know knew, not that she had not already but now it seemed to be a bit more crystal clear than before as the traces of her hair were tucked away and still somehow fighting to be let loose all at the same time. None the less she found a quiet spot and sat down at an empty bench. "I can feel the tension because for weeks that is what it has been, unspoken tension between me and Ada, but that would make it easier, however it would not be addressing all of the factors for you see, there has been unspoken tension between me and Capello as well," she said as she took a minute to let a small but definitive smirk gently play along her lips. "Ladies, ladies, ladies," she paused ever so slightly but only for a second. "At first you see I foolishly thought that Defining The Relationship only applied to me and Rhett but that was because that was how it was being perceived but then I realized that while I was, well while I am still trying to figure that out I had another relationship on my shoulders that I needed to define simply for myself." It was nowhere near as sexual thankfully as Maverick had made it seem in his dream but it still existed. "You see sad enough to say Mavis had it right, well no mostly right. The three of us are intertwined but at Explosion the vines of connection that have us pulling at each other will simply began to unwind and it is in that moment where I will sadly have to prove not one time, but twice in one night, in one match that I am the superior lady." She took a second to chuckle. "I mean I could say that I am not going to get any enjoyment out of it but I do not believe in lying to my fellow woman." Still she did seem to have just a flash of regret as she continued to gather her thoughts. "I guess I will have one regret. I felt at least a small while ago that Ada and I could truly learn to understand one another but it seems we can not, that we will not and that is fine by me. She can feel free to step to me as many times as she feels that she is entitled too, that is her right as champion but once I get my hands on her, well Daddy has never played too nice. I will intentionally put her body through only a slight version of pain and agony but only because I promised Maverick that I would not break her too bad, for he seems to have a very sordid lingering fascination about her though he has yet to act on it. I must admit that I do look forward to that day, for that is the kind of hell far greater and far more deserving of Pierce, at least that type she might have a slight chance of healing from." She played cautiously with the loop of string that was tied in the middle of her pants as she spoke again. "Alessia, my darling, do not be foolish enough to think that I have forgotten about you either. To be honest, if I had to pick a favorite you are probably the one I would choose because I see a lot of myself in you. The hunger, the need to prove what and who you are but darling listen, enemies we have turned into also. Such a sad day, but a day none the less. It is as if you want some too, well feel free to come get it, put your best foot forward and watch me not only bend it, but break it and everything that you think you are about." Still she did not want them to lose hope because she was not going to lose hope either. "I will simply say it will be a hell of a match." Great. She felt that the match was going to be great but she would never tell them that as she looked up to see Rhett coming towards her. She turned her head and looked at him because she supposed she had avoided this long enough but still, her and Rhett and Sawyer all had a lot coming up so she had figured that he understood as he took a seat beside her. "I was supposed to meet Maverick here," she said as she finally straightened her head up. "Got a text that said something that I did not understand but I now see that was a trap." Rhett took a second and it almost looked like he laughed but he didn't as he spoke. "Yeah this is a set up to get us to talk I think. Everything got so wild with Sawyer and then all of our emotions were spazzing and the camera guy kept talking to me in terms that make no fucking sense. It was not the best place, besides work, we all work hard and we all want victory. Seriously it's a slow but steady process plus they never explained to me the whole DTR shit and I was about to hit some fucking body.""Should honestly save all that anger for the ring. I mean if anyone else in Second Coming understands high stakes it's me," she said. "I mean that is exactly why I am out here, trying to find a space big enough to understand exactly what is on the line. I mean you know we both know that we have title matches but it always seems bigger and everything seems to, well it turns us into people we do not even recognize. I mean as bad as it sounds when I thought that we were witnessing a real murder I actually would not have minded it being Ada or Alessia. I mean I want to hang them from the stake and I imagine that they would take the same of me. One less person to deal with is always good." "Maybe. I say stack all of em up and we will still prove ourselves better. We have a real shot here to make ourselves not only look good but prove that we look even better with gold. I mean it would be a hell of an image to say the damn least." She nodded. "Well we will see, we need to speak though, about.." she found herself startled as Maverick jumped out of the bushes and spoke. "What the fuck are you guys doing? Don't we have matches to win? This is why I never leave any of you fuckers alone, I swear I am the only damn person working my ass off to make Second Coming look good! Anyway, just so you guys know, I am watching your every move. I got in good with that damn camera crew and Sawyer's rant was amazing so we, all of us, are going to be not only wrestlers of the highest quality but stars! Now Beckett, let's talk about the ladies you're facing." I already covered it Mavis but thanks and you know don't count yourself out either. It's going to be a good night, let's just hope it's in our favor." END
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