Post by heavenstobetsy on Jan 18, 2021 16:29:11 GMT -6
“It’s been brought to my attention that I may have caused a stir recently.”
Betsy grins into the camera from inside of Excellence.
“If this is another way of saying that I now have everyone’s attention, then mission accomplished.”
The Impossible Traveler circles her control console as cameras from all angles follow her every move.
“I’m not afraid of what the repercussions of my words are. Deana Barrows was dead weight and I sliced her off. I did what I had to do; I did what was right for the future of the Legacy.
That said, I know there is still some… uncertainty within the ranks with my decision. This is why I promise, here and now, to take full responsibility for whatever ramifications are to follow. I made my intentions clear, knowing that there would be those who would be less than thrilled. I admit that I did act a bit sporadically, so to my family that I have put in the cross hairs: I’m sorry. Truly. But I give you my word, I will do everything in my power to ensure that whatever wrath Deana plans to incur, it falls on my shoulders. I started this battle, now I’ll finish it.
For the Legacy.”
After fiddling with a few buttons, she shifts her thoughts to more present matters.
“I was wondering when our paths would finally collide, Miss Fury. It was only a matter of time.”
A smirk tugs at her lips as she shakes her head.
“Let me just get this out in the open straight away: I’m never joining B.o.B. Between you and the Left Hand, both GCWA and XWF have turned into massive asshole recruitment companies. Two stables, both alike in asininity. If the Left Hand is the Montagues and BOB serves as the Capulets, then call me Mercutio. A plague on both your stables.
I have nothing against you personally, Gravy Boat. I think you’re a bit out of touch and your current course is leading you down a path you may regret taking later. Perhaps it’s just that you’re a bit misguided and need a better group of friends to run around with. But you’ve proven capable in the ring and I’m looking forward to the challenge you present. Not to mention I took last week off; I can’t allow myself to get too out of practice before Adrenaline Rush, now can I?
I’m afraid you find yourself against me at the worst of times. I’m on a hot streak, one I have no intention of stalling now.”
Spinning with lightning speed, she flips a lever and the engine comes to life, chugging merrily.
“The truth is, you’re merely a stepping stone this week. Someone they threw at me to either warm me up or weaken me going into Adrenaline Rush. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but Deana Barrows is a touch moody towards me as of late. While throwing Miss Fury at me doesn’t scream sabotage, I won’t be the fool that she wants to believe me to be. Everything I do is calculated, everything I aim for, I hit.
You have just enough of my attention to making this match worthwhile, Miss Fury. I won’t count you out just because you aren’t the endgame. If you come into this with the right attitude, this could propel your career in ways it hasn’t done yet. Look at me: I waltzed in here with a bit of training and a big mouth and already landed myself a World Title match. You deserve a fair fight, and that’s what I’ll give you; even though I know you most likely won’t show me the same courtesy.
I’m always watching what people do, Miss Fury, rather than listen to what they say. I’ve seen the way you attempt to manipulate those around you into thinking as you do. The offers of B.o.B. memberships with no strings attached. I’ll hand it to you, the group couldn’t have picked a better salesperson for the pitch: You’ve got the look and the annoying tenacity it takes to browbeat folks into joining your little freak parade. A warm smile, some softly spoken words of encouragement, and they’re putty in your hands, right?
This is why B.o.B. is no better than the Left Hand. No offer ever comes with no strings attached, nothing in life is free. In the end, when the time is right, the chickens always come home to roost and the bill comes due. What of the poor suckers you’ve managed to brainwash into joining your little faction? When their uses run dry and they become little more than bad cattle, what do you do?
B.o.B. needs to be tamed just as much as the Left Hand, that much is clear. Both of you pose imminent threats that loom heavy backstage, and I’m sick of it. All of you going at each other’s throats while folks like myself remain in the middle, seeing that all of you are nothing more than lunatics and fiends. It’s insanity and it just won’t due; these locker rooms are long overdue for a sense of stability and order. If it should fall on my shoulders to see those brought back to the forefront, so be it. I accept the challenge with as much dignity and humility as I can muster within myself.
This battle merely serves as the first warning shots of a bigger war to come, Graves. My vision may not be what’s best for everyone, but it’s a great deal better than what B.o.B. and the Left Hand have to offer. As the future GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, it is up to me to set the example of the locker room. My face will become what the company represents and I’m ready to reinstate honor and order under my reign. I’m no queen, Graves, but GCWA will become my palace.
Behold, a new era rises from the ashes. Stronger. Better. Legendary.”
Giving the camera a jovial wink, Betsy throws out a hand and Excellence obediently cuts the feed.
New Years Eve 2020
A smirk crosses her face as The Impossible Traveler watches her family from their private room in the club. James is sitting behind her in a booth, lost in his thoughts and working on his third craft beer. On the dance floor, Atara is shimmying sexily against Shawn Warstein, who is clearly out of his element. Or was, until the group had taken several rounds of the glowing orange shots that the two-headed waitress had encouraged them to try. Now he swayed in an attempt to keep up with his gorgeous paramour. Meanwhile, Jackson and Noah were cutting loose in no particular sense of style or fashion. A gaggle of pretty alien girls didn’t seem to mind, as they surrounded the two younger fellas and snuck in dances in every chance they had.
Betsy regards her dysfunctional family with a smile. She knew they had a long way to go to reach the glories she envisioned for them, but there was no doubt in her mind that there was nothing they couldn’t achieve. She and Atara would make their tag team bid and who would be able to stop them once they got started? The Goddess and the Impossible Traveler were on the fast track to tag team glory, and she had no intention of stopping that now. Everything she’d said about doing for the Legacy was absolutely true; however, no one ever said she and Atara couldn’t team up to have a little fun and cause a little trouble. It burned her that Atara couldn’t tout the Legacy name: She was, by all rights, a member before Betsy had even considered her comeback. Destiny had intervened, dropping the pieces where they lay now. But as far as Betsy was concerned, not only was the Goddess a member of Legacy, she was a sister.
Her gaze shifts to Warstein, who has his usual look of indifference on his face. She knew Shawn found her infuriatingly perky and unbearably controlling and she’d be the first to admit that he wasn’t wrong. There would be head-butting and clashes down the line, but the idea made her smile. She and Shawn were cut from a very similar cloth, even though he’d yet to see it. It would take some time for the grizzled veteran to come around, but anyone could see that it was already starting. And to be fair, he’d rubbed off on her a bit, as well. He’d torn the rose-tinted glasses off her face and forced her to look at the business for what it is. No matter how much they butted heads, at the end of the day, she knew he’d have her back. And there could be no question that she’d have his as well.
A smile tugs at her face as she watches Jackson and Noah flirt with as many of the girls as they could. Like her, they had their youth at their side and a long way to go in the industry. All three of them would be under the most scrutiny, that was for certain. Raven and Fuzz had the reputations to carry the Legacy name forward, but it was up to the young guns to prove why they were worth paying attention to. In them, she saw her own struggle to create an identity while being linked to such giants in the game. They were her brothers now, and whatever heights she reached, she’d take them along with her. All of them.
She loses herself in her thoughts completely as she begins to contemplate the last several weeks. Everything had happened in a blur: All she’d wanted to do at the end of 2020 was get her foot in the door. She never realized she’d kick the door so hard, she’d crash right through it. No one was more shocked than she to have won the Righteous Rumble, but now she found herself the number one contender to the title James had lost that same night.
As if her thoughts had reached him, his hand slides around her waist and rests on her belly as he presses his back against her. A smile plays across her lips as she leans into him and rests her head against his chest. His lips tickle her ear when he whispers to her.
“You have your thinking face on again. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” His speech is slurred slightly. She turns in his arms and brushes his hair out of his eyes. They’re watery and slightly red, though he wears a very familiar expression on his face. Not too drunk, then. Her arms slide around his torso as she smiles up at him.
“I was just thinking about this really hot date I had tonight. I think I’m gonna try to score, but I’m not sure what my chances are.”
Lifting her slightly and setting her on the balcony, Raven presses his lips roughly against hers; His nonverbal way of letting her know she was about to be devoured. Wrapping herself around him, she falls into his kiss, trusting his strong hands to keep her from falling to the dance floor below. She closes her eyes as his lips trail from her face down to her neck.
“Oi, ya cunts! Knock that shit off, we’re back!”
The curtains swung open and the other members of their party joined them led by Noah, who was feigning disgust. Biting her lower lip playfully, Raven sets Betsy back at her feet and quietly lets her know they aren’t finished. With a grin, she wraps her arm around his waist and they rejoin the festivities. Betsy grabs up a shot glass and holds it up. The others follow suit.
“To family, fortune, and the unexpected.” declares the Impossible Traveler.