Post by gvb on Nov 26, 2022 19:55:01 GMT -6
3x08 DON'T LET ME DOWN
Lady Magdalena’s Office
November 21st, 2022
7:40 AM
Given the early hour on the first day after the weekend, there had to be a good reason why Ava Grimes was heading to her team leader’s office. A reason the young girl apparently ignored, or at least that was what her body language was suggesting. She seemed a bit nervous, standing there with her right hand on the handle and the left one raised in a fist. Grimes took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before finally knocking at the door.
Lady Magdalena:
Come in.
Came the voice of the championship winning Frenchwoman, calling out behind the door as Ava Grimes opened it up. Lady was behind her desk, in her artistic Parisian themed room. The French and American flags were on her desk, and the room was filled with bookcases and framed photographs of Lady with her students past and present, as well as her family. The Black Swan, as she was well known, was attired in a navy blue training tracksuit, far from her often regal out of office wear, as she raised an eyebrow as Ava entered.
Lady Magdalena:
Ah, Ava… You’re on time. Wonderful. I am pleased I am not made to wait for a hot chocolate break.
Hesitantly, Ava stepped inside the office, taking a moment to look around the uniquely decorated room. Her glance inevitably fell on two pictures portraying the French woman on graduation day with the two Valedictorians, Faith Savell and Addi McKins, both of them part of Team Strike in the past. Will her picture be there as well next year? She certainly hoped so.
Ava Gimes:
I got your text, it seemed pretty urgent so… Here I am.
Grimes spoke as Lady Magdalena invited her to take a seat in one of the two chairs placed in front of her desk. Once she settled down, Ava continued.
Ava Grimes:
I think I know why I’m here… I want to apologize if you feel somehow disrespected by something I said, that was never my intention…
Lady Magdalena:
–I’ve assigned you to the Gold Star Contendership match this coming weekend.
Lady stated, interrupting her student as she began to make an apology for what she presumed she had been pulled into the office for. Lady gently passed over the paperwork for the coming show, as well as what seemed to be a training schedule.
Lady Magdalena:
This was one of the key reasons for your omission from the Team contest last week.
For a moment Ava remained petrified, completely caught by surprise by Lady’s words.
Ava Grimes:
W-Wait, seriously?
She looked at the yet-to-be-announced card, finding her name on the main event along with those of her two opponents. Her eyes then shifted to the training schedule.
Ava Grimes:
That’s a lot of extra-training too… Wait, I get two personal sessions with you?
She looked up at the Team Leader, surprised but definitely pleased with the recent revelations. Lady gave her a slight smile, nodding her head as she traced a finger around a certain section of the document.
Lady Magdalena:
Indeed, yes. I also have some specific study DVDs I would like you to review in your spare time. I feel they could be quite beneficial.
Lady then rose from her seat, her eyes still cast on Ava as she excitedly read through the document.
Lady Magdalena:
I must ensure that all five of this team are given ample opportunity to learn, progress and gain experience. I want each and everyone of you to be better, faster and stronger than you were the previous session, and the previous match. All of you deserve opportunities, though each of you are individuals.
Magdalena paced around the table, folding her arms across her chest as the leggy Frenchwoman looked down at the younger Grimes.
Lady Magdalena:
And I believe that out of the five, you are most prepared for this opportunity. But these tasks and sessions I have outlined for you… I do believe they are what will take you to the next level.
Ava was apparently still processing all of that, standing there in silence, nodding at everything Magdalena said to her.
Ava Grimes:
I… I appreciate this, and all the opportunities to learn you’ve been giving me. I kinda feel dumb for even questioning why you kept me out of the card last week. I knew I worked hard, and seeing that I wasn’t part of the team… It stung, not gonna lie.
She struggled to find the words, but eventually managed to blurt them out, taking a weight off her chest.
Ava Grimes:
Anyway, I won’t let you down. I’m going to win Friday’s match and then I’m going to bring the Gold Star to team Strike, even if I have to beat Reign for it.
Lady Magdalena:
I count on that, Ava,
The Frenchwoman spoke in her professional tone, as the camera cut away.
The Lunchroom
November 22nd, 2022
6:47 PM
The scene opens in the lunchroom where everyone’s favorite instigator Reign Reyes is propping her phone up on a lunch table, ensuring it has a sightline to the door. With a big smile Reign starts a livestream for all of her followers.
Reign Reyes:
Hey everyone! It’s Reign. I’m here at the Academy getting into the holiday spirit and what better way to do that than by making a pie!
Reign holds up an empty pie shell for the viewers at home.
Reign Reyes:
Now I’m not much of a chef so this is going to be one of those no bake pies. In fact it only has two ingredients. This pie shell and A LOT of whipped cream.
With a grin Reign begins filling the shell with layer after layer of whipped cream until she has a whipped cream mountain rising above the edges of the shell.
Reign Reyes:
Perfect! Now that we’ve got our pie set it’s time to surprise our unsuspecting victim.
She checks the time.
Reign Reyes:
CJ should be finishing up in the gym and walking through that door any second now.
Reign picks up the pie and slinks over to the doorway. Peering into the hallway she smiles before whispering to the camera.
Reign Reyes:
He’s right on schedule.
Reign smushes herself up against the wall, waiting for CJ, pie in hand as she hears his footsteps getting closer. Just as the footsteps arrive at the doorway, Reign pounces!! She strikes with precision, a direct hit! Right to the face of… Saoirse Tyrell?!
Reign gasps! Confused as to how Saoirse managed to get there before CJ. Tyrell stands there, frozen in place, blinking from behind a wall of whipped cream that’s sliding down her face.
Reign Reyes:
Saoirse?! Fuck! I am SOO sorry!! You were supposed to be CJ!!
Reign nods to reinforce the fact that she totally wasn’t gunning for her archenemy. We aren’t able to see the expression on Saoirse’s face for a moment, simply put she cuts the figure of a cartoon character, a face full of whipped cream, the silhouette of her head against the wall where the cream has just splattered all around it. With a hand she wipes away the whipped cream, revealing her furious expression. Discarding the excess cream onto the floor, Saoirse begins to walk towards Reign.
Saoirse Tyrell:
I have put up with you for far too long. I let you make your jokes. I let you cheat. I let you get away with figurative murder here. I could crush you like a bug. I could end you, and your stupid twat of a boyfriend. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rip your limbs out, right now.
Reign stumbles back on her heels, hands raised in a calming motion as she back pedals.
Reign Reyes:
One good reason? Um… it’s the holidays? Wait, do the followers of Nine even celebrate holidays? Are they different holidays? Like… Valen-nine’s Day, or Cinco De Nine-o? Oooh! What about Ninesgiving?!
Reign is smirking right up until she backs into a lunch table, unceremoniously taking a seat atop the table, leaving her with no place to run as Saoirse looms over her.
Reign Reyes:
But the real reason is, all that shit you just listed? I did on purpose. This?
She wags her index finger in the direction of Saoirse’s cream mask.
Reign Reyes:
This was an accident. Wrong place. Wrong time. Wrong victim. Have I mentioned how sorry I am?
Saoirse almost growls in a rage, grabbing a clearly blunted butter knife from a nearby table and holding it towards Reign.
Saoirse Tyrell:
Fine, then I’m going to accidentally carve your eyes out of your annoying head. Come here.
She reached out for Reign, grabbing her by her shirt and dragging her from the table back onto her feet. Saoirse forces Reign down onto her knees by kicking the back of her leg, the metal of the knife almost touching Reyes’ skin before…Saoirse drops the utensil. The blunt bit of metal clatters on the ground as, for perhaps the first time, we see the Irish woman smile.
Saoirse Tyrell:
That would be too easy.
Tyrell backs away from Reign, that smile still on her face, still adorned with whipped cream from Reign’s ‘prank’. Saoirse points at her, the smile soon fading.
Saoirse Tyrell:
Soon enough you’ll have nowhere to run. You are prey. Remember that.
Reign hops back to her feet and dusts off her knees, glancing over at the butter knife before closing the distance on Saoirse.
Reign Reyes:
Did you seriously just pull a knife on me and threaten to carve my eyes out? Over a stupid prank?! You have SERIOUS issues.
She stops right in front of her soon to be opponent, leering up at her.
Reign Reyes:
You think the fact that you’re a psycho works in your favor but it doesn’t. I’ve got you ready to crack, and at that big Five Year Anniversary show, you’ll show the world and your precious Nine just how unstable and unreliable you truly are. I’m going to beat you, Saoirse… again.
Reign holds up two fingers.
Reign Reyes:
I’ve already pinned you twice. Third time’s a charm.
Saoirse has managed to wipe away most of the whipped cream at this point, and is completely unmoved by Reign’s thoughts.
Saoirse Tyrell:
When it counts, you will fall. I have no doubts. You’ve shown me who you are, and it is not enough. You are an impish brat, and I’m going to tear you apart.
Saoirse grabs Reyes’ hand, throwing it down back to her side and placing her forearm across her chest, pushing her slightly.
Saoirse Tyrell:
You’re a naught but a fool. If not for your name, you wouldn’t be here.
Reign is about to lunge for Saoirse when a third party arrives. Laura the lunch lady steps between the two, thrusting a mop into Saoirse’s hand and a bucket into Reign’s hands.
Laura the Lunch Lady:
Looks like you two made quite the mess.
They’re both about to blame the other when Laura holds up a hand and continues.
Laura the Lunch Lady:
I don’t care who’s fault it is. You’re both cleaning it up, and if you so much as splash a drop of water on one another you’ll be on kitchen duty for a month. Understood?
They nod and leer at each other before setting off to clean up the mess while Laura picks up the discarded butter knife.
Laura the Lunch Lady:
This is why we need to switch to plastic utensils.
With a sigh Laura walks off and the scene slowly fades out.
Four Way Match
Jamie James VS Marina Marston VS Dakota VS Kyle Ashton
WINNER: Marina Marston BY: Pinfall (Reverse Rana), 8:39 |
Triple Threat Match
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#1 Contendership to the Gold Star
Scott Martell VS Ava Grimes VS Missy Propaganda
WINNER: Ava Grimes BY: Pinfall (cartwheel moonsault double knee drop), 17:28 |