Post by Brooke Bell on Jan 28, 2018 20:31:13 GMT
Golden Dreams
Never could she have imagined that after just three matches she would be competing for a championship belt. Though it had been at times a rocky road on the way to this match, nonetheless she was there. And now she would be faced with easily her toughest test to date a fatal four way match with the two girls she made her debut against Karlie Nash and Erin Fausse. As well as the current NBW Women’s Champion, Vandalia. It was a big spot to be in so young into her career but given her age Brooke knew she had no reason to wait around, wanting to get to the top as quickly as humanly possible. She now had that chance sitting in her lap, a chance to not only win the Women’s title but also kill off her Erin demons. The girl that to date many would claim to have assisted with two of her victories now across from her, most likely seeming to be the odds on favorite. She understood that in this match she most likely was the outsider, she most likely wasn’t who people expected to walk out as the winner. But she wasn’t worried, well maybe just a little.
As she sat at her house, having to retreat to her own room to get some peace and quiet for once. Brooke sits there looking at her phone seeming to be debating whether to call someone. Finally shrugging her shoulders, she goes for it laying back on the bed as the phone rings. After several rings someone on the other end picks up.
Brooke Bell
“Hey Andre, it’s me Brooke. Just calling to um pick your brain a bit...”
Unable to hear what comes out on the other end Brooke, listens smiling when it seems he calls her out.
Brooke Bell
“Maybe just a little nervous...But you’ve got your big title match as well, wondering how you are dealing with it.”
She listens intently, Andre may be younger than her but in this game he was well more experienced than she was. And at this moment he was really the only person she could call even a semblance of a friend here in NBW. He seems to go on for a bit, lifting her spirits just a tad.
Brooke Bell
“Yeah I’ll do that, thanks Andre. Bye.”
Seeming now to have some life in her Brooke gets up preparing to walk out of the room, only to be brought back to reality really quickly.
Tiana Bell:
“Mom if you are trying to get Karlie to work for you, you are going to need a better outfit than that.”
Shaking her eyes as she walks out right to her daughter who brings up Karlie the fourth entrant in the match who has seemingly taken a liking to Brooke.
Brooke Bell
“Listen I am not trying to get Karlie to do anything...Iffff she happens to like your mother enough to say help me out in this match? I won’t say no. But she’s an athlete, she is a competitor. She may have gotten beaten by us before but I am sure in her head she thinks she can do it this time. Obviously that isn’t the case but she can have her little dreams. Just like she can dream of getting with all of this...”
Brooke does a little spin right into a two second twerk, making her daughter laugh shaking her head.
Tiana Bell:
“Nobody can handle all that!”
Brooke Bell
“It is a blessing and a curse.”
Walking farther into the living room now Brooke shakes her head as she sees Tariq throwing punches at the air.
Brooke Bell
“What are you doing?”
Tariq Bell:
“Prepping, I think I can talk to Commish Lamarche and get into the Bum Fights division. I would kill a lot of them dudes.”
Shaking her head and turning off the nearby TV which was airing one of those mentioned bum fight matches.
Brooke Bell
“You aren’t going to do nothin’ of the sort. This place is already crazy enough those Bum Fight matches? They are no good. You stay away from that man...He’s crazy.”
Tariq Bell:
“Yeah, yeah.”
Trying to give off a stern look at her son who clearly is going to do what he wants regardless as she walks off now stopping as she gets a call.
Brooke Bell
“Yes Marvin, I’ll be right there give me a few minutes.”
Heading back into her room to get changed, heading to see her “manager” and mostly just friend Marvin.
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Now in the gym Brooke is wearing spandex and a training bra looking to have already gotten a bit of a sweat on. Marvin standing by in a full suit, scrawny and short not really looking like he’s ever stepped foot in a gym before. Brooke finishes up a set of curls walking over plopping down onto a nearby bench.
Marvin
“Keep working hard, girl. You’ll be a champion in no time, what have I kept saying? This is your chance for revenge. To show the world you are better than Erin Fausse.”
Nodding her head, while Brooke had found teaming with Erin to be rather cordial for the most part. In the end it was Erin jumping off when Brooke needed the tag that ended any chance of the two ever being anything more than enemies on opposite sides of the ring.
Brooke Bell
“Listen that girl Erin don’t know what’s coming for her. I know she is probably pretty confident. She’s a veteran, she’s experienced and I am not. And I am sure she is hearing all this chirping about how she’s carried me to two of my wins. But if she saw my match last week? She should know what I am capable of on my own. Sure I won’t pretend Delilah is as good as Erin, I am smarter than that. But at the end of the day I know that I am more than capable of beating her in the ring. I felt her in my debut and I got a fair share of good licks on her. That was my first ever match and I managed a tie with her. People can call that a slight on me...But the real slight should be on her. There should be no reason at her level for a new older gal to come through and tie with her. But at the end of the day, this body? This body right here ended up on top of Karlie along with hers and we tied...”
Pointing down at her abs as she speaks, stopping for a moment to catch her breath before starting into lifting some smaller weights.
Brooke Bell
“Now she is a little out there, she’s a bit crazy. But as of right now, one of us is coming off not just one win but three straight. You? You couldn’t even get the job done against Bonnie Blue. Which let me just say this if you are watching Mr. Pryde, if I got a chance at taking out Bonnie’s big mouth for you? I’d have gotten the job done. Erin? She didn’t. Me? I would have beaten Bonnie down so badly that she wouldn’t have ever spoken up to the Boss again. But that? That’s for a later date. I know Pryde has plans for her and she’ll get what is coming to her. For me? The way I make certain that I get the job done for Mr. Pryde is by winning this Women’s title. Because he has a vision, a vision that includes a woman holding that belt with pride. One that won’t care that it says women on the front. One that will have no issue being the face of the women’s division. Because I am a woman that doesn’t mind being sexy, that doesn’t mind representing young women around the world. That doesn’t mind being a Queen. Does Pryde really want some of the other options to hold this belt?”
Looking disgusted by the thought of any of the other women in this match leaving with the crown and becoming the face of Women’s wrestling in NBW.
Brooke Bell
“Does he really want a headcase like Erin Fausse as champion? She is a loose cannon. This is about expanding the brand and you look at me? I expand all sorts of them. I represent older women, I bring in a demo of mothers. I represent African Americans. I represent women. The only thing that Erin represents is being a crazy person. I think Pryde sees me as the future of this company...And I agree with him. Does he want this little masked wearing girl as champion anymore? No he wants a woman that is proud of herself, proud of her looks, proud to be the Women’s Champion. And that’s what I stand for. Being a strong woman!”
Stopping and allowing the camera time to catch her lifting the weights, flexing a bit for the camera as well with a giggle and wink.
Brooke Bell
“That belt will look so good around this waist of mine. And from there I’ll go on to become a pioneer for this division. I won’t let Bonnie ruin it, I want it to grow. I’ll slowly expand this to more and more women. All of which will look to me for inspiration but at the end of the day fall short from ever knocking the Queen of her thrown. We are in New York which yet again means I have home court advantage. So I’ll be able to show the world I am the best all from the comfort of my own home. I am a badass mom from Brooklyn, what more can Pryde ask for in a champion? Not much. When this match is over with I want one thing to be very clear. Vandalia may go down as the first one to hold the belt...”
Very much so annoyed with the fact that Vandalia gets to be considered the champion coming into this.
Brooke Bell
“But she was never a champion….I am going to be the first and last Women’s Champion. Because I am taking that belt at Blood Moon Rising and I am never, ever giving it back. That’s how the story will go. There is a lot of championship matches on this show. You’ve got the tag team titles. You’ve got the First Blood title on the line with a couple of maniacs. My personal pick Andre is going to win the Tru Grit championship. And the World title is on the line in the main event. And all those matches are going to be great, but I want everyone to be talking about one thing when the show is over. That Brooke Bell is the real deal, and that the Women’s title is in very, very good hands. Cause once it goes around this waist, it’s never going away.”
Wrapping the pretend belt around her waist with her hands, than wagging her finger to declare it is never leaving.
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Brooke Bell
“Blood...Moon...Rising. Now I am sure that to some moons and all that type stuff matters to them. I am sure that Erin has some alter ego that comes out when the moon changes colors. But to me? I don’t have time to care about what’s out there in the stars. All I got time for is the here and the now. And the here and the now is Brooke Bell versus three other girls for the Women’s title. It’s no secret that I don’t like Erin that I want to make a statement against her. But don’t think I’ve forgotten the other two, don’t think I have forgotten you Karlie Nash. I know that you might have a little crush on me, from the moment I found out that you like women and have a thing for older gals, I always sort of had a suspicion you’d find out and end up looking to me for...something.”
Not seeming to enjoy the thought of this “something” as she thinks about it.
Brooke Bell
“But if you ever wanted anything to happen, know that doing anything to stop me from getting my title? Isn’t the way to go about it. You see because I want this gold bad almost as bad as you probably want your step mom...Or whatever weird thing you are into. But know this Karlie you and I both know that you don’t belong in this match. I know the tournament took a weird turn and ended up just leading to all this. But let’s not forget that while Erin and I may have tied the one getting pinned was you. You don’t belong in this match, you don’t belong getting a shot at the title. Some how, some way you snuck your way into this. Which I am sure makes you feel like you don’t have much to lose. Which to some extent? Is true. You are the dark horse, you are dare I say it the afterthought. So you can come in, sneak out with the belt. Even if you never even deserved to be here...Still though you are a athlete, you have honor. We both know that’s not how this works, the best team at the end of the hockey tournament wins. So you should bow out, you should admit that you don’t deserve it yet...And you should consider helping someone else...”
Rubbing her chin as if she is thinking about who that someone else could be, when it’s quite clear what she is after.
Brooke Bell
“You scratch my back, I scratch yours. I said that for a reason Karlie. And I mean that, how you want to take it? Well that’s up to you. But at the end of the day you and I know that you aren’t the favorite you aren’t even on the podium...You should know all about that. But you can help me out. Still though I won’t count on it and if you don’t? And if you decide to get in my way of this Women’s title than you’ll know my wrath for years and years to come.”
Brooke reaches off camera and puts on a little mask over her face for a moment before holding it down at her side.
Brooke Bell
“Vandalia, while Karlie is the awkward forth wheel. You are the champion whose belt is already gone, you just don’t know it. It’s a game of tug-o-war between Erin and I. And you don’t even have the slightest grip on the belt. You may not understand a word I say, but let me put it in your own words for you. Vas a perder tu título. In English, that is you are going to lose your title. At least if this Google translate thing really works. Can’t say we had Spanish class back in my day. Still though you walk around with a lot of pride, talking with your fellow champions. All of them? They might keep their belts. But you? You got no chance. I am going to destroy you, I am going to beat you down. And at the end of the day I may just take that mask off for the world to see the face of a loser. And the face of a former champion. When I am done with you, you won’t show your face or your mask around here ever again. You’ll just be the one that I beat to get the belt in the first place, so at least you have that going for you. And if you ever need any tips on grooming, cause I can only imagine you are a mess under the mask...Just call me. Helping fellow women out is what I do...”
Hoisting up the mask again, shaking her head and tossing it away.
Brooke Bell
“Unlike my former tag partner Erin who refused to tag me when I needed it during our tag match...I didn’t forget that and I never will. You may have found it amusing and sure we still won and you got to have all the glory. That’s fine you can have all that glory in that random tag team match because that match doesn’t matter. This one? Does. And in this one I am going to put an end to all this talk and all this back and forth once and for all. We tied right off the bat you got the win in the tag match. But nobody is going to remember either when I pin you in the center of this ring, maybe I’ll even make you tap. How fitting would it be to see this alpha female like yourself crying out for the ref’s help...That would be pretty nice. I want to beat Karlie, I want to beat Vandalia but boy do I want to beat you the most. Because beating you silences all my doubters, there won’t be any more debate on who the best is, it’ll just be me standing at the top with you and all the other little girls at my feet.”
Looking down at her feet almost seeming to imagine each female on the roster bowing at them in her own head.
Brooke Bell
“Winning the women’s title isn’t about just being the ambassador this company deserves for Women. It’s also about proving that at the end of the day I am the very best woman in this company. So Erin, Vandalia, Karlie. You are all just the last stop on this charge toward the belt. When it’s all said and done you all and every woman in the world will all have to face the facts and call me….your champion.”
Never could she have imagined that after just three matches she would be competing for a championship belt. Though it had been at times a rocky road on the way to this match, nonetheless she was there. And now she would be faced with easily her toughest test to date a fatal four way match with the two girls she made her debut against Karlie Nash and Erin Fausse. As well as the current NBW Women’s Champion, Vandalia. It was a big spot to be in so young into her career but given her age Brooke knew she had no reason to wait around, wanting to get to the top as quickly as humanly possible. She now had that chance sitting in her lap, a chance to not only win the Women’s title but also kill off her Erin demons. The girl that to date many would claim to have assisted with two of her victories now across from her, most likely seeming to be the odds on favorite. She understood that in this match she most likely was the outsider, she most likely wasn’t who people expected to walk out as the winner. But she wasn’t worried, well maybe just a little.
As she sat at her house, having to retreat to her own room to get some peace and quiet for once. Brooke sits there looking at her phone seeming to be debating whether to call someone. Finally shrugging her shoulders, she goes for it laying back on the bed as the phone rings. After several rings someone on the other end picks up.
Brooke Bell
“Hey Andre, it’s me Brooke. Just calling to um pick your brain a bit...”
Unable to hear what comes out on the other end Brooke, listens smiling when it seems he calls her out.
Brooke Bell
“Maybe just a little nervous...But you’ve got your big title match as well, wondering how you are dealing with it.”
She listens intently, Andre may be younger than her but in this game he was well more experienced than she was. And at this moment he was really the only person she could call even a semblance of a friend here in NBW. He seems to go on for a bit, lifting her spirits just a tad.
Brooke Bell
“Yeah I’ll do that, thanks Andre. Bye.”
Seeming now to have some life in her Brooke gets up preparing to walk out of the room, only to be brought back to reality really quickly.
Tiana Bell:
“Mom if you are trying to get Karlie to work for you, you are going to need a better outfit than that.”
Shaking her eyes as she walks out right to her daughter who brings up Karlie the fourth entrant in the match who has seemingly taken a liking to Brooke.
Brooke Bell
“Listen I am not trying to get Karlie to do anything...Iffff she happens to like your mother enough to say help me out in this match? I won’t say no. But she’s an athlete, she is a competitor. She may have gotten beaten by us before but I am sure in her head she thinks she can do it this time. Obviously that isn’t the case but she can have her little dreams. Just like she can dream of getting with all of this...”
Brooke does a little spin right into a two second twerk, making her daughter laugh shaking her head.
Tiana Bell:
“Nobody can handle all that!”
Brooke Bell
“It is a blessing and a curse.”
Walking farther into the living room now Brooke shakes her head as she sees Tariq throwing punches at the air.
Brooke Bell
“What are you doing?”
Tariq Bell:
“Prepping, I think I can talk to Commish Lamarche and get into the Bum Fights division. I would kill a lot of them dudes.”
Shaking her head and turning off the nearby TV which was airing one of those mentioned bum fight matches.
Brooke Bell
“You aren’t going to do nothin’ of the sort. This place is already crazy enough those Bum Fight matches? They are no good. You stay away from that man...He’s crazy.”
Tariq Bell:
“Yeah, yeah.”
Trying to give off a stern look at her son who clearly is going to do what he wants regardless as she walks off now stopping as she gets a call.
Brooke Bell
“Yes Marvin, I’ll be right there give me a few minutes.”
Heading back into her room to get changed, heading to see her “manager” and mostly just friend Marvin.
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Now in the gym Brooke is wearing spandex and a training bra looking to have already gotten a bit of a sweat on. Marvin standing by in a full suit, scrawny and short not really looking like he’s ever stepped foot in a gym before. Brooke finishes up a set of curls walking over plopping down onto a nearby bench.
Marvin
“Keep working hard, girl. You’ll be a champion in no time, what have I kept saying? This is your chance for revenge. To show the world you are better than Erin Fausse.”
Nodding her head, while Brooke had found teaming with Erin to be rather cordial for the most part. In the end it was Erin jumping off when Brooke needed the tag that ended any chance of the two ever being anything more than enemies on opposite sides of the ring.
Brooke Bell
“Listen that girl Erin don’t know what’s coming for her. I know she is probably pretty confident. She’s a veteran, she’s experienced and I am not. And I am sure she is hearing all this chirping about how she’s carried me to two of my wins. But if she saw my match last week? She should know what I am capable of on my own. Sure I won’t pretend Delilah is as good as Erin, I am smarter than that. But at the end of the day I know that I am more than capable of beating her in the ring. I felt her in my debut and I got a fair share of good licks on her. That was my first ever match and I managed a tie with her. People can call that a slight on me...But the real slight should be on her. There should be no reason at her level for a new older gal to come through and tie with her. But at the end of the day, this body? This body right here ended up on top of Karlie along with hers and we tied...”
Pointing down at her abs as she speaks, stopping for a moment to catch her breath before starting into lifting some smaller weights.
Brooke Bell
“Now she is a little out there, she’s a bit crazy. But as of right now, one of us is coming off not just one win but three straight. You? You couldn’t even get the job done against Bonnie Blue. Which let me just say this if you are watching Mr. Pryde, if I got a chance at taking out Bonnie’s big mouth for you? I’d have gotten the job done. Erin? She didn’t. Me? I would have beaten Bonnie down so badly that she wouldn’t have ever spoken up to the Boss again. But that? That’s for a later date. I know Pryde has plans for her and she’ll get what is coming to her. For me? The way I make certain that I get the job done for Mr. Pryde is by winning this Women’s title. Because he has a vision, a vision that includes a woman holding that belt with pride. One that won’t care that it says women on the front. One that will have no issue being the face of the women’s division. Because I am a woman that doesn’t mind being sexy, that doesn’t mind representing young women around the world. That doesn’t mind being a Queen. Does Pryde really want some of the other options to hold this belt?”
Looking disgusted by the thought of any of the other women in this match leaving with the crown and becoming the face of Women’s wrestling in NBW.
Brooke Bell
“Does he really want a headcase like Erin Fausse as champion? She is a loose cannon. This is about expanding the brand and you look at me? I expand all sorts of them. I represent older women, I bring in a demo of mothers. I represent African Americans. I represent women. The only thing that Erin represents is being a crazy person. I think Pryde sees me as the future of this company...And I agree with him. Does he want this little masked wearing girl as champion anymore? No he wants a woman that is proud of herself, proud of her looks, proud to be the Women’s Champion. And that’s what I stand for. Being a strong woman!”
Stopping and allowing the camera time to catch her lifting the weights, flexing a bit for the camera as well with a giggle and wink.
Brooke Bell
“That belt will look so good around this waist of mine. And from there I’ll go on to become a pioneer for this division. I won’t let Bonnie ruin it, I want it to grow. I’ll slowly expand this to more and more women. All of which will look to me for inspiration but at the end of the day fall short from ever knocking the Queen of her thrown. We are in New York which yet again means I have home court advantage. So I’ll be able to show the world I am the best all from the comfort of my own home. I am a badass mom from Brooklyn, what more can Pryde ask for in a champion? Not much. When this match is over with I want one thing to be very clear. Vandalia may go down as the first one to hold the belt...”
Very much so annoyed with the fact that Vandalia gets to be considered the champion coming into this.
Brooke Bell
“But she was never a champion….I am going to be the first and last Women’s Champion. Because I am taking that belt at Blood Moon Rising and I am never, ever giving it back. That’s how the story will go. There is a lot of championship matches on this show. You’ve got the tag team titles. You’ve got the First Blood title on the line with a couple of maniacs. My personal pick Andre is going to win the Tru Grit championship. And the World title is on the line in the main event. And all those matches are going to be great, but I want everyone to be talking about one thing when the show is over. That Brooke Bell is the real deal, and that the Women’s title is in very, very good hands. Cause once it goes around this waist, it’s never going away.”
Wrapping the pretend belt around her waist with her hands, than wagging her finger to declare it is never leaving.
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Brooke Bell
“Blood...Moon...Rising. Now I am sure that to some moons and all that type stuff matters to them. I am sure that Erin has some alter ego that comes out when the moon changes colors. But to me? I don’t have time to care about what’s out there in the stars. All I got time for is the here and the now. And the here and the now is Brooke Bell versus three other girls for the Women’s title. It’s no secret that I don’t like Erin that I want to make a statement against her. But don’t think I’ve forgotten the other two, don’t think I have forgotten you Karlie Nash. I know that you might have a little crush on me, from the moment I found out that you like women and have a thing for older gals, I always sort of had a suspicion you’d find out and end up looking to me for...something.”
Not seeming to enjoy the thought of this “something” as she thinks about it.
Brooke Bell
“But if you ever wanted anything to happen, know that doing anything to stop me from getting my title? Isn’t the way to go about it. You see because I want this gold bad almost as bad as you probably want your step mom...Or whatever weird thing you are into. But know this Karlie you and I both know that you don’t belong in this match. I know the tournament took a weird turn and ended up just leading to all this. But let’s not forget that while Erin and I may have tied the one getting pinned was you. You don’t belong in this match, you don’t belong getting a shot at the title. Some how, some way you snuck your way into this. Which I am sure makes you feel like you don’t have much to lose. Which to some extent? Is true. You are the dark horse, you are dare I say it the afterthought. So you can come in, sneak out with the belt. Even if you never even deserved to be here...Still though you are a athlete, you have honor. We both know that’s not how this works, the best team at the end of the hockey tournament wins. So you should bow out, you should admit that you don’t deserve it yet...And you should consider helping someone else...”
Rubbing her chin as if she is thinking about who that someone else could be, when it’s quite clear what she is after.
Brooke Bell
“You scratch my back, I scratch yours. I said that for a reason Karlie. And I mean that, how you want to take it? Well that’s up to you. But at the end of the day you and I know that you aren’t the favorite you aren’t even on the podium...You should know all about that. But you can help me out. Still though I won’t count on it and if you don’t? And if you decide to get in my way of this Women’s title than you’ll know my wrath for years and years to come.”
Brooke reaches off camera and puts on a little mask over her face for a moment before holding it down at her side.
Brooke Bell
“Vandalia, while Karlie is the awkward forth wheel. You are the champion whose belt is already gone, you just don’t know it. It’s a game of tug-o-war between Erin and I. And you don’t even have the slightest grip on the belt. You may not understand a word I say, but let me put it in your own words for you. Vas a perder tu título. In English, that is you are going to lose your title. At least if this Google translate thing really works. Can’t say we had Spanish class back in my day. Still though you walk around with a lot of pride, talking with your fellow champions. All of them? They might keep their belts. But you? You got no chance. I am going to destroy you, I am going to beat you down. And at the end of the day I may just take that mask off for the world to see the face of a loser. And the face of a former champion. When I am done with you, you won’t show your face or your mask around here ever again. You’ll just be the one that I beat to get the belt in the first place, so at least you have that going for you. And if you ever need any tips on grooming, cause I can only imagine you are a mess under the mask...Just call me. Helping fellow women out is what I do...”
Hoisting up the mask again, shaking her head and tossing it away.
Brooke Bell
“Unlike my former tag partner Erin who refused to tag me when I needed it during our tag match...I didn’t forget that and I never will. You may have found it amusing and sure we still won and you got to have all the glory. That’s fine you can have all that glory in that random tag team match because that match doesn’t matter. This one? Does. And in this one I am going to put an end to all this talk and all this back and forth once and for all. We tied right off the bat you got the win in the tag match. But nobody is going to remember either when I pin you in the center of this ring, maybe I’ll even make you tap. How fitting would it be to see this alpha female like yourself crying out for the ref’s help...That would be pretty nice. I want to beat Karlie, I want to beat Vandalia but boy do I want to beat you the most. Because beating you silences all my doubters, there won’t be any more debate on who the best is, it’ll just be me standing at the top with you and all the other little girls at my feet.”
Looking down at her feet almost seeming to imagine each female on the roster bowing at them in her own head.
Brooke Bell
“Winning the women’s title isn’t about just being the ambassador this company deserves for Women. It’s also about proving that at the end of the day I am the very best woman in this company. So Erin, Vandalia, Karlie. You are all just the last stop on this charge toward the belt. When it’s all said and done you all and every woman in the world will all have to face the facts and call me….your champion.”