Post by Danielle Basch on Jul 28, 2018 19:24:43 GMT -5
Basch Estate
Oceanside, CA
Thursday, July 26, 2018
We fade in with a tight shot of the foot of a king-sized bed, covered in the richest of Egyptian cotton linens in equally extravagant-looking jewel tones. From just out of frame, a shimmering sheath of black satin is draped over the foot of the bed, and the camera pans to the right, revealing the former South Bay Champion, Danielle Basch, clad in a short silk robe tied at the waist. Her long brown hair is pinned at the back of her head. Off in the distance, we can see into the master bathroom, where a plate of chocolate covered strawberries sits near the edge of a jetted bathtub.
Danielle: You know, there are people out there that think I’m living on easy street; that everything is just champagne and roses from dawn until dusk, and that I never have anything to worry about. And yeah, I guess you could say I live the kind of life that some people can only dream about, but don’t make the mistake of thinking I didn’t earn my place.
And since there’s still a lot that I’ve yet to accomplish in this sport, I’m far from done. That’s a lesson your husband learned the hard way, Kate.
She pauses to let out a sigh.
Danielle: I shouldn’t have to repeat myself, Kate. Your husband already knows my story. My past, the number of times I’ve come close to championship gold, only to have it ripped away from me. And I’m sure your brother has told you all about his and Donovan’s...
*ahem*
“youthful indiscretions,” as they were. But that has absolutely nothing to do with this Saturday, does it, Kate?
She leans toward the camera, winking as she lets out a quiet giggle.
Danielle: No... this Saturday at Crossroad: Spotlight, you make your in-ring WCG debut. And to sweeten the pot, it seems our respective husbands have decided to place a little wager on our match....
She stands up, walking across the bedroom to the top of her dresser. She picks up her smartphone, swiping her finger across the screen. After a while, her eyebrow perks up, and she casts a bit of a side eye into the camera.
Danielle: A wager that seems to have gone viral.
Now, I don’t know how much you know about the city of Oceanside, though my manager says you do have an uncle that lives out this way, somewhere, but I digress. But just a few miles from my house, there’s a casino. And when word got out that one of the biggest names in town was involved in such a wager, the locals flooded the sports book to place their bets on just who would win.
Of course, taking everything into consideration...
She pulls up a listing of the odds for her particular match, showing Danielle at -500, with Kate at +500. She clicks her tongue, then sets her phone back down. From the bathroom, the sound of the faucet turning on can be heard, followed by the rushing sound of water.
Danielle: Both of us are married to professional wrestlers, who have had a fair hand in our training leading up to this match. But that’s about all. Where our backgrounds differ is that the bulk of your husband’s expertise comes from a different discipline than my own. And my training has the added benefit of not one, but TWO former world champions.
It should come as no surprise to you that I’m confident in my abilities as a wrestler. After all, I’ve been training in this sport since I was 18. Meanwhile, you've admitted to coming into this match with some ring rust. But if you think this means I’m not taking this match seriously, then you’re going to be in for a VERY rude awakening.
And while I didn’t exactly make a rush to the sports book to contribute to the betting madness, I will have my attention focused on you when we meet in that ring on Saturday. All joking about pocket change aside, I’ve already made it known that it doesn’t matter what the history is between me and my opponent; if you’re standing across the ring from me, you’re standing between me and victory, and that’s something that WILL get dealt with.
Danielle moves away from the dresser, turning around to head toward the bathroom. She pauses as she reaches the curtains that mark the archway that separates the bathroom from the bedroom, one panel of which is gathered and tied at the side. Looking over her shoulder, she offers some parting words.
Danielle: And as far as our husbands’ little wager goes... just know I’ll make sure that money gets put to good use... once your husband pays up, of course. Because I do NOT intend to lose on Saturday!
Before she can turn her head back in the direction of the bathroom, she is greeted by her husband Donovan, who is holding a chocolate covered strawberry in his hand. Clad in nothing but a black towel wrapped around his waist, he dangles the tempting treat in front of Danielle’s mouth.
Danielle: Trying to lure me away with something sweet, I see... and the chocolate covered strawberry looks tasty, as well...
She giggles as she sinks her teeth into the succulent offering. A fragment of the chocolate shell breaks away, falling gently on Danielle’s shoulder. Donovan picks it up, popping it into his mouth.
Donovan: We’ve got one night before we have to drive up to Yuba City. And with all of the hard work we’ve both put in lately, I’d say we deserve a chance to relax and enjoy each other’s company, wouldn’t you, Nixy?
Danielle: I believe we do, Champ!
Donovan wraps one arm around his wife’s waist, pulling her the rest of the way into the bathroom as he uses his other hand to release the curtain from its tieback, letting the heavy gold fabric fall to meet the edge of the other panel.
With that, the scene fades to black as the camera crew take this moment as their cue to leave.