Post by Danielle Basch on Mar 9, 2018 21:30:59 GMT -5
Danielle and Donovan’s Hotel Suite
Santa Rosa, CA
Friday, March 09, 2018
**THUD**
Danielle Basch plops herself into the corner of a slate blue sofa, pouting as she swings her legs up onto the brown leather ottoman nearby. With her arms crossed, she stares across the sitting area of the well-appointed suite she shares with her husband. Donovan stands behind her, looking nowhere near annoyed as she is, but still with a look of aggravation on his face.
Danielle: I can’t believe your father actually sent his own persona Brute Squad to follow us out here!
Donovan reaches over to put his hands on her shoulders as he growls.
Donovan: I know you’re aggravated, Nixy, but considering what happened at Ascension, you can kind of understand why he feels the need to beef up security.
She scoffs, rolling her eyes as she lets her hand flop over the arm of the sofa.
Danielle: Hmph... “beef,” you say? He sent enough beef to keep McDonalds and Burger King stocked for eternity!
Donovan moves to sit beside her, resting a hand on her thigh.
Donovan: Now, Danielle... He just wants to make sure there’s no impropriety on the part of your opponent. In a way, I’m glad he did.
She shoots her husband an incredulous glare.
Danielle: Seriously? Now you’re going to side with him?
The West Coast Champion shrugs his massive shoulders.
Donovan: Well, it’s not a BAD idea... just a little... inconvenient. Besides... it’s just to make sure no one interferes in your match.
Danielle tilts her head, staring wide-eyed at her husband.
Danielle: Donovan, I caught them inspecting the brake lines on our rental car!
Donovan: Yeah... I have nothing to say about that. Still, they’re just doing their job... to make sure nothing happens to you until you step through those ropes.
Danielle rolls her eyes, slouching against the back of the sofa without saying a word.
Danielle: ....
Donovan leans forward, putting his face directly in her line of sight.
Donovan: Nixy....
Danielle pushes herself up off of the sofa and up to her feet, throwing up her hands before turning around. She sighs, standing with her hands on her hips.
Danielle: UGH! Fine. But I don’t want them following us EVERYWHERE, is that clear?
Donovan gets to his feet as well, nodding his head.
Donovan: Fair enough. Now, with that in mind, what would you like to do today?
Danielle pauses, pursing her lips as she ponders the possibilities.
Danielle: I don’t know... maybe a movie?
Donovan: Alright... what’s playing?
Danielle pulls her phone out of her pocket and taps on one of the icons on the home screen.
Danielle: Cerberus, where is the nearest movie theater?
Cerberus: The closest theater to you is the Airport Stadium 12. Here is a list of the movies currently playing. [/color]
Danielle looks at the list of options, her eyes opening wide when she sees one that stands out.
Donovan: Did you find something interesting?
The South Bay Siren smiles, nodding her head.
Danielle: That depends. You wanna see if Black Panther lives up to the hype?
The corner of Donovan’s mouth turns upward ever so slightly.
Donovan: You know what? That sounds like fun. When is the next showing?
Danielle looks at the time on her phone, then the list of showings for Black Panther.
Danielle: I think we can make the 4:20 showing....
Donovan: Excellent. You go ahead and order the tickets, and I’ll figure out what to do with my father’s... security detail. And later, we can get a bottle of one of the local wines sent to our room.
Danielle: Sounds like my kind of evening.
Danielle smiles, then heads off into the other room to order the movie tickets as Donovan stands in the sitting room, stroking his chin in contemplation.
Private Patio – Danielle and Donovan’s Suite
Later that night
Danielle Basch sits in a red and black patio chair, at a round, wrought iron table. In front of her is a bottle of Réserve Spécial Cabernet Sauvignon, with the remnants of some of the bottle’s contents sitting at the bottom of the wine glass in her hand.
Danielle: I’d like to clear something up right now...
She looks into the camera. In contrast to the look of pure rage that she bore in her last on-camera appearance, this time, she seems eerily calm.
Danielle: I’m a fairly tolerant person. I’ve seen a lot since the first time I slipped my feet into a pair of wrestling boots; some of it good, some of it not so good. Most of the time, I’ll step back and let Karma take care of things in their own time. But sometimes....
Sometimes, Karma needs a little nudge.
Her eyebrow arches subtly as she drags a nail across the edge of the table.
Danielle: Yeah... I think this time, it needs a little more than a nudge, and I’m just the woman to do it.
The South Bay Siren sets the glass down on the table, then slowly stands up. She moves away from the table, her feet crunching through the tiny bits of coarse brown gravel that covers the patio’s surface.
Danielle: Now, as I took a moment to see what you had to say to me, I couldn’t help but think to myself, what a self-absorbed, entitled little twat you are! Tell me... who bit the dust and crowned you queen of everything the light touches? Disregard? Honey, you have barely begun to cut your teeth in this business. You have yet to pay your dues inside that ring. By your own admission, you’re still a rookie, and you’re stepping into the ring against not only a champion, but I’ve been at this for five years, and I’ve got the backing of not one, but TWO former world champions.
You see, this match almost didn’t happen. You could very well have slipped away unscathed, had it not been for the fact that I don’t EVER let people think they can get involved in my business without some repercussions. So you’re damned right I went to the higher-ups and I asked... no, I DEMANDED this match! It would have been easy for me to march into Mercedes Carter’s office and ask for this match, but I’d hate for anyone to think that I’d use my friendship with the General Manager to further my own career. Oh, and that reminds me... I don’t run at your pace, little miss “why don’t my opponents talk to me?”. I’m a very busy woman, so I’ve got better, more important things to do with my time than deal with a child like you. But come this Saturday, it’ll be a whole different story. You’ll have my undivided attention, but for all the wrong reasons.
She stops, briefly turning her attention to the sliding door that leads into the bedroom. From where she stands she can see her husband walking across the floor. He pauses, turning to smile at her before disappearing into the bathroom.
Danielle: I hate to chip away at the pedestal that you seem to have built for yourself... fuck chipping away at it; I’m busting that shit up with a fucking JACKHAMMER! You see, bitches like you are a dime a dozen. You come in, you run your mouth like you’re the best fucking thing to happen to this sport, only to fail miserably when it counts. All the while, you paint yourself as this unstoppable creature that thrives on pain. Well, get ready, honey... you’re about to bite off a LOT more than you can chew.
Oh, and by the way... my husband doesn’t have to come out to try and “help” me with this match, because he’s confident that I can handle myself. He’s seen how I get when my opponents make the mistake of riling me up, so he knows when to just step back and watch the fireworks. And believe me when I tell you that there will be PLENTY of fireworks come this Saturday.
By the way, Sela... you may have started this when you decided to single me out, but come this Saturday at Hype, I intend to finish it. Believe me, I’m going to have a HELL of a lot more to say once that bell rings, but I won’t be using words. The message will be MORE than clear, however.
But just to be thorough, I’ve taken the liberty of spelling it out for you....
She smiles, then walks through the door into the bedroom. The camera pans down toward the gravel beside the chair she had been sitting in. There, scratched into the ground, was her message to her opponent.
“YOU’RE FUCKED!”
END