Post by Danielle Basch on Jun 1, 2018 19:10:45 GMT -5
Alamitos Beach
Long Beach, CA
Friday, June 01, 2018
We open in the one place where Danielle Basch feels the most comfortable, standing ankle deep in water as the waves lap gently against her legs. The former South Bay Champion looks out over the ocean, clad in a pair of purple denim shorts and a black t-shirt with a picture of Donatello from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on the front, her thumbs hooked through the belt loops.
Danielle: Somewhere...
She pops her foot up, sending a spray of water across the surface. A swirl of sand clouds the water as she brings it back down.
Danielle: Somewhere, there’s a guy bitching and whining about how he got his ass handed to him by a man FAR greater than he can ever hope to be, demanding opportunities that he no longer deserves, only to be laughed at like the snarling little rabid Chihuahua that he is.
Somewhere, there’s another guy, wanting the world to tremble at the mention of his name, under pain of “supernatural torture,” only to be laughed at.
A light breeze blows through Danielle’s hair as she closes her eyes, a light chuckle escaping her lips.
Danielle: One of them has already fallen; the other will soon join him on the list of people whose asses my husband has kicked. But in the meantime, I get the pleasure of standing by my husband’s side as we take on Melina Wilson and her... ex-boyfriend... son’s father... honestly, it doesn’t matter to me what their relationship is, because none of that really matters. I mean yeah, I’d much rather team with my husband than anyone else, simply because there’s no one on this planet I trust more than him, but does that mean it makes us unstoppable? Hardly.
She plants her feet, throwing her arms out as she smiles confidently into the camera.
Danielle: Look at what Donovan and I have accomplished. For the last three months, we’ve stood at the top of West Coast Genesis as champions; the first couple in this company to ever achieve such a feat. No matter what happens down the road in our careers, no one will ever take that away from us.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. We’re not tag team wrestlers; never have been, and we never will be. But there is no one else I’d ever want to have at my side. We celebrate each other in victory, and we hold each other up in defeat, and nothing anyone can say or do will ever change that.
Her eyes take on a more defiant gleam as she puts her hands on her hips. Off in the distance, we can see a large figure coming up behind her, but with the camera focused on her, the figure is hard to identify.
Danielle: It doesn’t matter to me why this match was even made. Donovan and I are going to go out there like we always do, and we’re going to give the fans every red cent of their money’s worth.
And somewhere...
The massive figure comes into focus, revealing himself to be West Coast Champion Donovan Basch. The cuffs of his jeans are soaked from walking through the water, and his button-down shirt hangs open, flapping in the breeze. Without saying a word, he raises a finger up to his lips and winks into the camera.
Danielle: Someone’s gonna be watching what we do, and scraping their jaw up off the floor.
Without warning, Donovan scoops Danielle up into his arms, and as she lets out a squeal of surprise, he carries her off. As the pair share a laugh, the scene slowly fades to black.
END
