Post by heavenstobetsy on Dec 2, 2020 21:53:22 GMT -6
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12/2/2020
Live From Wherever the Hell we Happen to Be
“Hellooooo World!”
It starts as just an audio as the camera attempts to connect. But the cheerful female voice can be heard all the same. A moment later, the grinning, and rather close-up face, of Betsy Granger appears.
“Ah, there we are!”
She pushes the laptop back, panning out the view a bit. Her thick blonde hair is in an unkempt bun on top of her head. Her face is sans makeup, but the sparkle in her green eyes and the glow in her cheeks makes up for it. She’s wearing an over sized Buffalo Bills hoodie, which could only belong to her boyfriend, and, incidentally, her tag team partner, James Raven.
“Whoever is joining me for the live, I appreciate you. Whoever catches the replay, I appreciate you too!”
She blows a kiss to the camera and gives a little wave.
“So normally, I’d be all about sharing the spotlight with my tag team partner. But I have an entire list of reasons why I want to do this first promo for GCWA on my own… For now, at least. James is actually on his way home, and I’m sure he’ll likely join in this little venture when he gets here, But for now… It’s just me. I hope that’s okay with all of you.”
She nibbles on her lower lip for a second.
“I suppose it boils down to something as simple as not wanting to be eclipsed by him right away. I’ve got my own talents, and the fact is, despite my time away, I’m still not all that bad in the ring. Despite the results of XWF’s High Stakes this past Sunday…”
Betsy’s eyes blaze as she’s once again consumed with the memory.
“For those of you who don’t know XWF, or follow it’s product, here’s the gist: I had my debut on their High Stakes pay-per-view for the Shooting Star Championship. It was four corners, so not only did I have the champ to deal with, but two other, equally hungry competitors. And I won… But I didn’t win. You see, I had the champion in my grasp and she tapped out… I made the champion tap…”
Betsy’s voice cracks and fades. She turns away from the camera dramatically, covering her face, before looking back again.
“She tapped, I won. I did exactly what I said I was going to do… Everyone saw me keep my word and defeat the champion herself… Everyone except the referee. You see, one of the other girls had him distracted at the moment of my glory. By the time I had his attention, the moment had slipped through my fingers. The champion managed to retain her belt on a very vexing technicality.”
The fire fades from her eyes and for a moment, Betsy simply looks defeated. She slumps in her chair and pouts for several moments before remembering she’s on a live stream. Her eyes regain their mischievous sparkle and she leans forward with a bright smile.
“I suppose I should be satisfied in knowing that I defeated a champion in my debut, even if it meant leaving the event without the belt. And move forward, knowing that my future is bright and I’ve got so much more ahead of me. Also, how exciting is this going to be? My debut for GCWA and not only do I get to tag with my man, but that man also happens to be your current World Champion.”
Betsy beams with pride and visibly perks up when she begins talking about James. Then her eyes dart around the room and she leans in close to the camera.
“Can you keep a secret, though? So… I’m definitely stoked to be tagging with James. I’ve dreamt of this day long before now, when I was still making cardboard belts and attending shows as a teen with my Pops. And I’ve been a Raven Girl ever since his XWF debut… So to say I have stars in my eyes over this is putting it lightly. I know it sounds silly, given how many times I’ve seen him naked, but the fan inside of me just can’t help it. But that just brings me to the other side of the coin… The pressure! Living up to his tag partners, from way back when to now. He only just lost the tag belts…”
Betsy stops there and backtracks a bit.
“Then there’s the chatter... perhaps you’ve seen it online, or heard them whispering about it behind their hands… I know I have... “
Betsy’s expression darkens.
“The fangirl who became the girlfriend. Riding along on the coattails of her legendary boyfriend for a little piece of that prestige. I’ve been written off as a nobody, a never-was. A foot-note in someone’s biography.”
She shakes her head defiantly.
“Not me, baby. I may not have had the desired outcome at High Stakes, but I’ll be damned if history is going to leave me out of the pages. I won’t be eclipsed by James, or Adrien, or anyone else I happen to know. Nor will they ever be the reason I get what I intend to take out of this business. Sunday was only the first taste of what I can do. It’s not just about proving that the first defeat was an absolute fluke… It’s… Oh, how do I describe this?”
Her fingers drum against the desk rapidly as she attempts to piece together her thoughts.
“It’s almost like a score I have to settle, with myself. And with the business as a whole. Wrestling is quite literally the only thing that’s ever truly conquered me in life. Twice. On so many levels. I suppose I’m back one more time to see it through. To prove to myself that I can. I’ve always wanted this. I missed it when I was away, but fear of my own shortcomings held me back. No more.”
She stops as her cheeks flush red. She whispers the last two words one more time.
“No. More.”
She stares into the camera for a long moment, but is soon distracted by the sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway. She looks offscreen, a brilliant and blinding smile appearing on her face as someone walks into the room. She stands up, her face disappearing from the feed as she leans over and offers a welcoming kiss to the new party. She sits back down, adjusting the camera as a soft rustling can be heard and James Raven makes his way into view.
He bends over, looking into the camera and offering a smirk and subtle wave to the viewers as Betsy slides over on the seat to offer him half. He sits, running his fingers through his hair and settling beside her.
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” he says, as much to the viewers as to Betsy, “I never want to jump in front of the freight train once it’s rolling.”
He wiggles his eyebrows at Betsy, then offers a wink to the fans at home. Giggling with glee, she swings her long legs around and stretches them out across James’ lap. She shakes her head and scrunches her nose at him playfully.
“The freight train was at a momentary stop, shit was getting ready to derail quickly. I’m sure the fans are stoked now that you’re here. The money shot has arrived. I imagine the crowds are going wild about now. The champ is…”
James puts a hand over her mouth before she can finish. Her eyebrows shoot upwards as James shakes his head.
“Watch yourself, dear. We already pay Fuzz enough for every shrug we use, we don’t need to be paying anyone else for generic jargon.” he warns, lifting an arm and draping it around her shoulders as she leans into him, “Now, fill me in. What exactly was it that I interrupted? Were you filling them all in on my workout routine? I’ve got to assume that’s what it was.”
He stares at her expectantly, but she turns her nose up and shakes her head. He feigns surprise, then ponders his other options.
“NOT my workout routine?! Well damn, talk about ignoring the major stories. Alright, let me see here, could it have possibly been…” he strokes his chin thoughtfully, then the light bulb goes off, “The fact that Jenny Myst is a disease infested gutter slut with a lucky horseshoe up her ass and god knows what else up where else? Was it the fact that I can smell her through my television screen, and that her win* at High Stakes has the legitimacy of a Barry Bonds home run record or a TLS guaranteed title shot? Were you discussing anything like that?!”
Peels of laughter escape from Betsy as she falls over into James’ lap. She continues laughing for a good minute or two, tears escaping her eyes. James watches, amused that he’d said something to set off her funny bone. After a long time, Betsy finally calms down and wipes her eyes. She pulls his head down for a kiss before pushing him back up again and sitting up, leaning back against him now.
“Something like that… Maybe not quite as colorful, but definitely on the same track. I also might have mentioned how that sewer mouse of a girl, Ash Quinn, cost me the win because of her shenanigans and distracting the referee. Ugh, seriously, going in, I had a more wide-spread reputation than her and a better shot at winning. All I did was prove myself right. You have your losers, but she’s past that point. She’s literally a spoiler, the worst spoiler to ever spoil.”
Betsy finally stops her tirade and crosses her arms.
“And that’s to say nothing of what you’ve had to put up with lately. And what you have yet to come. Facing a team like Wrath of the Storm- Oh, wait a second.”
Reaching under the chair again, Betsy pulls out a metal cookie sheet. James holds on to her by the waist, a look of confusion written clear across his face. Betsy grins up at him and starts shaking the cookie sheet, mimicking the sound of thunder. Realization hits and he smirks, pulling her back up and into his lap.
“Like Wrath of the Storm must seem like a break.”
James rolls his eyes and sighs deeply, choosing his next words carefully.
“Dear; Wrath of the Storm… they’re… well… they’re just god awful. I don’t say that lightly, either,” he assures her with wide eyed sincerity, “I’ve seen some BAD teams, like John E. Depth and Jack Puffer, or Mike Zybala and literally anyone else. But Wrath of the Storm? They’re so far behind every other team in the division that they couldn’t read ‘Suck it, Nerds’ if we wrote it on the back of our shirts and handed them a pair of binoculars. FUCK. Those. Guys.”
He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and running his hand through his hair again.
“Soooo…” Betsy says softly, “You’re saying I don’t need to be worried?”
“WORRIED?!” Raven explodes, “Compared to these two Jenny Myst and Ash Quinn are wrestling icons! Tempest and Typhoon, Hurricane and Mudslide, Blizzard and Overcast with Light Showers… whatever the fuck their names are… they don’t belong in the same ring as us. Frankly, nobody does, but that’s a bridge to be crossed at a later date. I could literally blindfold you, handcuff an arm behind your back and put a pair of noise cancelling headphones on you, and leave you alone in the ring while I scroll Twitter at the commentary desk… you’d smoke these two without breaking a sweat.”
“Okay, point taken, I don't have to sweat Sprinkle and Morning Dew. Which means..."
She cuts herself off and smiles slyly at James.
"We can enjoy the rest of our night on better things."
Stream Ends
12/2/2020
Live From Wherever the Hell we Happen to Be
“Hellooooo World!”
It starts as just an audio as the camera attempts to connect. But the cheerful female voice can be heard all the same. A moment later, the grinning, and rather close-up face, of Betsy Granger appears.
“Ah, there we are!”
She pushes the laptop back, panning out the view a bit. Her thick blonde hair is in an unkempt bun on top of her head. Her face is sans makeup, but the sparkle in her green eyes and the glow in her cheeks makes up for it. She’s wearing an over sized Buffalo Bills hoodie, which could only belong to her boyfriend, and, incidentally, her tag team partner, James Raven.
“Whoever is joining me for the live, I appreciate you. Whoever catches the replay, I appreciate you too!”
She blows a kiss to the camera and gives a little wave.
“So normally, I’d be all about sharing the spotlight with my tag team partner. But I have an entire list of reasons why I want to do this first promo for GCWA on my own… For now, at least. James is actually on his way home, and I’m sure he’ll likely join in this little venture when he gets here, But for now… It’s just me. I hope that’s okay with all of you.”
She nibbles on her lower lip for a second.
“I suppose it boils down to something as simple as not wanting to be eclipsed by him right away. I’ve got my own talents, and the fact is, despite my time away, I’m still not all that bad in the ring. Despite the results of XWF’s High Stakes this past Sunday…”
Betsy’s eyes blaze as she’s once again consumed with the memory.
“For those of you who don’t know XWF, or follow it’s product, here’s the gist: I had my debut on their High Stakes pay-per-view for the Shooting Star Championship. It was four corners, so not only did I have the champ to deal with, but two other, equally hungry competitors. And I won… But I didn’t win. You see, I had the champion in my grasp and she tapped out… I made the champion tap…”
Betsy’s voice cracks and fades. She turns away from the camera dramatically, covering her face, before looking back again.
“She tapped, I won. I did exactly what I said I was going to do… Everyone saw me keep my word and defeat the champion herself… Everyone except the referee. You see, one of the other girls had him distracted at the moment of my glory. By the time I had his attention, the moment had slipped through my fingers. The champion managed to retain her belt on a very vexing technicality.”
The fire fades from her eyes and for a moment, Betsy simply looks defeated. She slumps in her chair and pouts for several moments before remembering she’s on a live stream. Her eyes regain their mischievous sparkle and she leans forward with a bright smile.
“I suppose I should be satisfied in knowing that I defeated a champion in my debut, even if it meant leaving the event without the belt. And move forward, knowing that my future is bright and I’ve got so much more ahead of me. Also, how exciting is this going to be? My debut for GCWA and not only do I get to tag with my man, but that man also happens to be your current World Champion.”
Betsy beams with pride and visibly perks up when she begins talking about James. Then her eyes dart around the room and she leans in close to the camera.
“Can you keep a secret, though? So… I’m definitely stoked to be tagging with James. I’ve dreamt of this day long before now, when I was still making cardboard belts and attending shows as a teen with my Pops. And I’ve been a Raven Girl ever since his XWF debut… So to say I have stars in my eyes over this is putting it lightly. I know it sounds silly, given how many times I’ve seen him naked, but the fan inside of me just can’t help it. But that just brings me to the other side of the coin… The pressure! Living up to his tag partners, from way back when to now. He only just lost the tag belts…”
Betsy stops there and backtracks a bit.
“Then there’s the chatter... perhaps you’ve seen it online, or heard them whispering about it behind their hands… I know I have... “
Betsy’s expression darkens.
“The fangirl who became the girlfriend. Riding along on the coattails of her legendary boyfriend for a little piece of that prestige. I’ve been written off as a nobody, a never-was. A foot-note in someone’s biography.”
She shakes her head defiantly.
“Not me, baby. I may not have had the desired outcome at High Stakes, but I’ll be damned if history is going to leave me out of the pages. I won’t be eclipsed by James, or Adrien, or anyone else I happen to know. Nor will they ever be the reason I get what I intend to take out of this business. Sunday was only the first taste of what I can do. It’s not just about proving that the first defeat was an absolute fluke… It’s… Oh, how do I describe this?”
Her fingers drum against the desk rapidly as she attempts to piece together her thoughts.
“It’s almost like a score I have to settle, with myself. And with the business as a whole. Wrestling is quite literally the only thing that’s ever truly conquered me in life. Twice. On so many levels. I suppose I’m back one more time to see it through. To prove to myself that I can. I’ve always wanted this. I missed it when I was away, but fear of my own shortcomings held me back. No more.”
She stops as her cheeks flush red. She whispers the last two words one more time.
“No. More.”
She stares into the camera for a long moment, but is soon distracted by the sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway. She looks offscreen, a brilliant and blinding smile appearing on her face as someone walks into the room. She stands up, her face disappearing from the feed as she leans over and offers a welcoming kiss to the new party. She sits back down, adjusting the camera as a soft rustling can be heard and James Raven makes his way into view.
He bends over, looking into the camera and offering a smirk and subtle wave to the viewers as Betsy slides over on the seat to offer him half. He sits, running his fingers through his hair and settling beside her.
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” he says, as much to the viewers as to Betsy, “I never want to jump in front of the freight train once it’s rolling.”
He wiggles his eyebrows at Betsy, then offers a wink to the fans at home. Giggling with glee, she swings her long legs around and stretches them out across James’ lap. She shakes her head and scrunches her nose at him playfully.
“The freight train was at a momentary stop, shit was getting ready to derail quickly. I’m sure the fans are stoked now that you’re here. The money shot has arrived. I imagine the crowds are going wild about now. The champ is…”
James puts a hand over her mouth before she can finish. Her eyebrows shoot upwards as James shakes his head.
“Watch yourself, dear. We already pay Fuzz enough for every shrug we use, we don’t need to be paying anyone else for generic jargon.” he warns, lifting an arm and draping it around her shoulders as she leans into him, “Now, fill me in. What exactly was it that I interrupted? Were you filling them all in on my workout routine? I’ve got to assume that’s what it was.”
He stares at her expectantly, but she turns her nose up and shakes her head. He feigns surprise, then ponders his other options.
“NOT my workout routine?! Well damn, talk about ignoring the major stories. Alright, let me see here, could it have possibly been…” he strokes his chin thoughtfully, then the light bulb goes off, “The fact that Jenny Myst is a disease infested gutter slut with a lucky horseshoe up her ass and god knows what else up where else? Was it the fact that I can smell her through my television screen, and that her win* at High Stakes has the legitimacy of a Barry Bonds home run record or a TLS guaranteed title shot? Were you discussing anything like that?!”
Peels of laughter escape from Betsy as she falls over into James’ lap. She continues laughing for a good minute or two, tears escaping her eyes. James watches, amused that he’d said something to set off her funny bone. After a long time, Betsy finally calms down and wipes her eyes. She pulls his head down for a kiss before pushing him back up again and sitting up, leaning back against him now.
“Something like that… Maybe not quite as colorful, but definitely on the same track. I also might have mentioned how that sewer mouse of a girl, Ash Quinn, cost me the win because of her shenanigans and distracting the referee. Ugh, seriously, going in, I had a more wide-spread reputation than her and a better shot at winning. All I did was prove myself right. You have your losers, but she’s past that point. She’s literally a spoiler, the worst spoiler to ever spoil.”
Betsy finally stops her tirade and crosses her arms.
“And that’s to say nothing of what you’ve had to put up with lately. And what you have yet to come. Facing a team like Wrath of the Storm- Oh, wait a second.”
Reaching under the chair again, Betsy pulls out a metal cookie sheet. James holds on to her by the waist, a look of confusion written clear across his face. Betsy grins up at him and starts shaking the cookie sheet, mimicking the sound of thunder. Realization hits and he smirks, pulling her back up and into his lap.
“Like Wrath of the Storm must seem like a break.”
James rolls his eyes and sighs deeply, choosing his next words carefully.
“Dear; Wrath of the Storm… they’re… well… they’re just god awful. I don’t say that lightly, either,” he assures her with wide eyed sincerity, “I’ve seen some BAD teams, like John E. Depth and Jack Puffer, or Mike Zybala and literally anyone else. But Wrath of the Storm? They’re so far behind every other team in the division that they couldn’t read ‘Suck it, Nerds’ if we wrote it on the back of our shirts and handed them a pair of binoculars. FUCK. Those. Guys.”
He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and running his hand through his hair again.
“Soooo…” Betsy says softly, “You’re saying I don’t need to be worried?”
“WORRIED?!” Raven explodes, “Compared to these two Jenny Myst and Ash Quinn are wrestling icons! Tempest and Typhoon, Hurricane and Mudslide, Blizzard and Overcast with Light Showers… whatever the fuck their names are… they don’t belong in the same ring as us. Frankly, nobody does, but that’s a bridge to be crossed at a later date. I could literally blindfold you, handcuff an arm behind your back and put a pair of noise cancelling headphones on you, and leave you alone in the ring while I scroll Twitter at the commentary desk… you’d smoke these two without breaking a sweat.”
“Okay, point taken, I don't have to sweat Sprinkle and Morning Dew. Which means..."
She cuts herself off and smiles slyly at James.
"We can enjoy the rest of our night on better things."
Stream Ends
