Post by boobytrap on Mar 10, 2023 3:00:32 GMT
FOUR HOURS BEFORE THE PAY PER VIEW
The statuesque commissioner of FAWN sits at her desk, dividing her attention between the profiles of wrestlers on her desk and her monitor. The FAWN Intercontinental Champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt, has taken the belt out of America for the first time during her reign. Bethany was apprehensive about the title leaving the border after the fiasco with the previous champion, but Hackenschmidt proved herself with her record-breaking run and earned the trust to defend the belt overseas, in this case just a few kilometres away from her hometown of Hesse, Germany.
BETHANY CHRISTIAN
“Oof…” Bethany grunts in sympathy as she watches the champion kick her opponent in the face so hard she falls over the ropes and tumbles to the outside. “Reminds why I retired, well MOSTLY retired.”
She peruses a file before her memory catches up, and she remembers Victoria already defeated this one. Bethany lets out a tired sigh, “And to think they said the roster was too big.” She adds the file to a worryingly tall stack of defeated, unavailable, or defeated and unavailable women the commissioner considered for the opposition. For a while, Bethany made ither mission to take the title off of Victoria and put it on someone more marketable, but The Knight cleaved through every monster she brought forth. Silverling, it did bring up Victoria’s merch sales.
“Ou are still searching for someone to face ze Porc royal?”
Bethany looks up to see decorated wrestler turned management and French icon, Anciline De Cyr standing in her doorway. She walks in, high-heels click-clacking on Bethany’s hardwood floors and speaks in her silky voice, ”My Katherine would show that Victoria her place, but she will be distracted by other goals for the near future.”
ANCILINE DE CYR
“De Chevalier would have been a great choice,“ Bethany concedes, “Unfortunately like so many on Victoria’s list, she’s unavailable. She’s really torn through a lot of the roster and all the heavy hitters I imported.”
“What about Dayna Erza?” Anciline lowers herself into the chair across from the commissioner, “Didn’t she beat the german in a non-title match?” Bethany shakes her head and then winces; on the monitor, Victoria just tossed her opponent through a crowd barrier. It was made of wood, but still…
“Dayna’s too fresh off the injuries and still in physical therapy. And can’t just bring in another tag team to try to take it from her after what happened with The Revenant.”
“Ahh yis, ze maniaques…” Anciline rolls her eyes at thought of the hardcore trio. “If ou were so desperate to rid Victoria of the gold, ou should have come to me and Katherine at ze beginning.”
Bethany struggles to contain a sardonic smirk, “Yes, well, hindsight and all. Beating someone for a title is a lot harder than gatekeeping a title.”
The French woman narrows her eyes at the not-so-subtle dig at her desire to keep the rabble, the 'carney trash' as it were, from accidentally tripping into a title shot. “Intellectuals solve problems, geniuses prevent them. Si tu agis comme moi, you would not be in this situation."
The commissioner has a biting comment on her tongue when she sees the next file of the minuscule stack of potential challengers, and inspiration strikes.”I’ve found the one!”
Aniciline’s eyebrows shoot up in mild surprise, “Ou ave?” When Bethany raises the file for her cohort to see, Anciline becomes flabbergasted and indignant, “Non…” Bethany nods firmly, their conversation was not an initiation to debate, “It has to be her.”
De Cyr slides to the edge of her seat, and paces her hands on Bethany’s desk, “There must dozens of more worthy applicants available. We have time to look!”
The commission shakes her negatively and gestures with the file for emphasis, “I doubt there’s a more ‘worthy’ than her right now. She decorated outside of FAWN, has a strong following, and has great PR. Not to mention…” Bethany leans in and speaks quieter, in a tone reserved for discussing family scandals, “She has us over a barrel legally wise after all the bullshit that happened with that MMA nut and that thug. Not to mention your years of ‘prevention’ keeping her out of any title scene is its own set of legal headaches I've been dreading. This may keep both of those swords from dropping on our heads.”
De Cyr bites her lip as she frantically racks her brain trying to think of ANY alternative… and comes up with nothing.
“Merde…”
Bethany gives her a conciliatory nod, “We’ve found our challenger,” and slaps the profile on her desk.
TRIXIE DECKER
