Post by gvb on Dec 9, 2022 18:40:38 GMT -6
3x09 MISERY
Helena Noir’s Office
December 5th, 2022
1:46 PM
Once again the camera took us inside Helena’s office. Considering how we never saw it last year, this said a lot about the challenges her team was presenting this year.
Sitting in front of her was the Gold Star Saoirse Tyrell, her title laying on her lap as she looked at her Head Coach, waiting for Helena to break this heavy silence.
Helena Noir:
I’m sure you already know why I asked to see you. Do you have anything to say before I tell you what I think?
A silence fell between the pair again, though the look in her eyes indicated that Saoirse wanted to answer, though perhaps not in the way Helena preferred.
Saoirse Tyrell:
I’m certain you’ll be very far off the mark. My actions spoke for me - I have nothing else to say.
Helena Noir:
No doubt they did.
The Swede spoke, studying the young student in front of her. Or at least trying to, as Saoirse’s stoic expression wasn’t showing any emotions. And no regret at all.
Helena Noir:
I could lecture you, tell you how fucked up your actions were, but it’s clear we have different morals. I could repeat, almost word for word, what they told me about “controlling my students”, but I doubt you would care.
There was a calmness in her tone, she looked just as cold as the student.
Helena Noir:
I could make the same speech I did the last time, but it didn’t work back then and I doubt it will work this time. Quite frankly, I’m tired of wasting my breath. So I’m going to say one thing, and you’re going to listen. Very carefully.
The former MWE Intercontinental champion leaned back into her chair.
Helena Noir:
I want you to tell Nine that should you assault anyone else here at the Academy or on a MWE pay-per-view, this little experiment you two are running is over, and I will personally escort you to the gates.
The Irishwoman rolled her eyes at the threat, fingers tapping against the gold plate of her belt as she listened to Helena finish her little speech.
Saoirse Tyrell:
I think the message is sent. That’s what happens when you mock me - mock us. I don’t covet my position in this institution as some sort of gift. Your threats are empty.
Helena nodded, as if she was expecting a similar answer from the Gold Star.
Helena Noir:
You don’t seem to particularly care about it, and that explains your defiant attitude.
The leader of Team Noir clasped her hands in front of her face.
Helena Noir:
You clearly had had previous training before joining the Academy. And I must say, whoever trained you did a good job. It was Nine, I presume?
Saoirse nodded, a relaxed demeanor to each and every action.
Saoirse Tyrell:
Of course.
Helena Noir:
So, help me understand. She trained you, and she definitely keeps you in high regard. So why are you here and not by her side?
It was a rhetorical question, and she answered it before Saoirse could.
Helena Noir:
The way I see it, it’s either some secret mission I haven’t figured out yet, or she doesn’t think you’re ready yet. And that’s something I can agree with. Either way, I don’t believe she’d be happy to see you getting kicked out because you can’t control yourself.
Tyrell narrowed her eyes at Helena. They both knew that she was completely correct, but Saoirse almost couldn’t come to admit it. She exhaled, clearly annoyed.
Saoirse Tyrell:
So you’ve got your come to Jesus meeting with me, but Reign? You’ll just let her roam free like the little brat she is, won’t you? Someone had to teach her a lesson, I asked, and Nine obliged. That’s directly because you can’t control your students.
Helena nodded, oddly agreeing with Tyrell.
Helena Noir:
You’re right, about almost everything. She’s not MY student, but she clearly has an attitude problem as well, and I will have a talk with her Team Leader. That’s the best I can do.
The tone of her voice changed, now becoming soft.
Helena Noir:
You’re incredibly talented, Saoirse. My job here is not to judge your personal choices, or to forge you into my idea of a professional wrestler. My job is to hone that raw talent, then whatever you’ll decide to do with it, that’ll be on you. Allow me to do my job.
It’s at this point Saoirse stood, draping her title belt over her shoulder, looking down at Helena.
Saoirse Tyrell:
I get it. Just keep Reign away from me. I know she’s not on our team - but that’s your issue, don’t make me make it mine again. You know their Team Leader won’t do a goddamn thing. So it’s on you.
With that, Saoirse turned on her heels, walking out of the office with an authoritative stomp, echoing her mentor, Nine van der Hoek.
The Gym
December 5th, 2022
5:18 PM
She wasn’t sure he’d come. It would be a stretch to say that they were friends, they barely spoke or even interacted except for that one time when they argued with the former Academy student Shaina Sheridan. But Ava Grimes thought that Scotty was the perfect person to contact for an impromptu sparring session, also known as “kick stuff to blow off some steam” session.
They were the right amount of distant, not as close as she was with CJ but she didn’t even despise him like she did other fellow students either. He didn’t particularly like Reign and that, on this occasion, would make him the perfect person to vent all her frustration toward her friend’s behavior. And last but not least, his cockiness made him extremely kickable.
But there was another reason as well. She could admit he was damn good, thus not making this sparring session a total waste of time.
She had been waiting for a while now, and still no sign of Martell.
Ava Grimes:
Hmpf. He’s not coming, the jerk.
She scoffed, heading to the heavy sack and beginning to kick that instead. As she began to boot away at it, the force of those savate style kicks that she had clearly picked up from Lady Magdalena, the sack began to rock to and fro. But after the third, the sack remained rigid and in place. Hands emerged around the sack, holding it firmly in place as she struck, before the sack was sharply pushed, knocking her back a step but not off balance.
Scott Martell:
Careful now. It’s fighting back.
The self proclaimed ‘Great One’ Scott Martell proclaimed, stepping around the side of the sack as that cocky grin of his spread across his face. Attired in long shorts, a knee brace on his weakened knee and a green sleeveless shirt with the Millennium logo on it, the smart talking New Yorker took a step towards Grimes.
Scott Martell:
Only so many beatdowns it can take before it dishes its own out.
Ava Grimes:
Oh yeah? You’’re talking from personal experience?
She replied with a smirk, throwing another kick at the sack now held by Scott. A light one, almost playful. In no way she was trying to hurt the fellow student. In a similar way, he playfully pushed it toward her, fully knowing that the athletic Grimes would be able to dodge it. And so she did, with a perfectly executed back cartwheel.
Ava Grimes:
You took your sweet time, huh? I almost thought you were going to stand me up.
Scott Martell:
Oh yeah? You’’re talking from personal experience?
Martell added with a smirk, pushing the sack again as Ava countered with another strike, missing his left hand by mere inches.
Scott Martell:
Didn’t think the physio was doing enough to get my knee back to 100%. Too busy splitting their time amongst everyone else. So I used one of my contacts to get me in touch with a specialist. I’m feeling better than ever now.
Ava Grimes:
Glad to hear that. Yeah, I don’t really know about the medical team here. You’ve been dealing with that knee for how long now? I’m no doctor but it seems to me you should’ve been back 100% by now. You said it wasn’t that bad.
She threw a couple more kicks to the sack.
Ava Grimes:
And yet, they seemed too quick to clear CJ back. I don’t think he’s ready, he’s still hurting even though he won’t admit it.
Martell was moving the sack slightly, trying to encourage Grimes to fire off a little harder.
Scott Martell:
It wasn’t, if it was looked after properly. That’s why I went to the specialist.
He tapped the side of the sack a little higher, hinting to Grimes to go into head kick position.
Scott Martell:
Shame I don’t know a mental specialist. Your friend Reign could do with one.
Ava swung her leg and hit the sack with pinpoint precision. Hard. So hard that Scott struggled to hold onto it. Clearly, the mere mention of Reign’s name upset Grimes.
Ava Grimes:
Sometimes, I don’t really get her. Her uncle and his goons just beat the shit out of our friend… And she thanked them?
Another kick connected, even harder than the previous one.
Ava Grimes:
We came here together, you know? We said we would stick together no matter what, that we would have each other’s back. And then she does that?
Scott nodded his head, holding the sack even tighter as he tilted for Ava to really get a hard shot in.
Scott Martell:
Hard to stick together when she names a team after herself, right?
He tapped the sack three times, before stepping back for a moment.
Scott Martell:
That really doesn’t show togetherness, does it?
She shook her head.
Ava Grimes:
It doesn’t help your relationship with your team leader either. Like, okay I get they ain’t perfect, and that got lucky with mine. But she’s not even giving hers a chance.
Ava took a couple of steps back, hitting the sack with a technique she’s been practicing for a few weeks now. The butterfly kick, although it still needed some work on and definitely lacked the strength she showed with other kicks before, was incredibly smooth and well executed.
Ava Grimes:
But yeah, I always thought this team Reign shtick was kinda dumb. And a bit selfish too.
Martell seemed impressed by the kick, a slight grin appearing on his face, but his eyes seemed to be absorbing exactly what she was doing.
Scott Martell:
That and it’s not original. She’s ripping off Season Two, and that wasn’t well received either.
Scott took a step away, before tossing Ava a bottle of water, making a T sign to signify a timeout with his hands.
Scott Martell:
Soon enough she’ll be wanting a cult of her own.
Ava caught the bottle in mid air, thanking Scott with a nod of her head.
Ava Grimes:
Ha! Yeah well, I’m not a fan of cults or the likes, I think I’ll pass.
She sat down on the floor, using her towel to wipe off some sweat from her face.
Ava Grimes:
You know what? You’re not that bad, Martell. You’re kinda blunt and annoyingly cocky, but always straight-forward, and that’s something I can appreciate. And thank you for listening to my rant.
Scott smiled as she said this, folding his arms across his chest as he gazed down at his fellow classmate.
Scott Martell:
Guess this is an Academy after all. You just learnt something new.
She smiled, as she stood up in front of him.
Ava Grimes:
True. Come on now, let’s see how that knee’s holding up.
And after saying that, she positioned behind the sack, returning the courtesy and allowing him to get some training in as well.
The Cafeteria
December 8th, 2022
7:30 PM
Dakota was sitting by herself in the cafeteria, idly sliding her phone from hand to hand on the table before her. With each slide she’d hit the side button, glancing at the time, sliding it, glancing at the time again before turning it off only to repeat the action again and again…
Laura the Kitchen Guru:
Hey kiddo, I’m closing up shop for the night. You need anything before I go?
Snapped from her trance, ‘Kota looked up with a smile and a head shake.
Dakota:
No, thank you. I’m getting ready to call my dad before I head to my room, so…
With a knowing smile, Laura sat a cookie next to the student and gripped her shoulder.
Laura the Kitchen Guru:
You have a goodnight, Dakota.
The student nodded and waved at Laura as she made her way out of the double doors, her eyes now focused on the doors swinging shut. The phone once again found its way sliding from hand to hand, before finally picking it up. A few quick keystrokes later, she held the phone to her ear, waiting….
Dakota:
Hi, daddy. How a-...You’re what? Y-...That’s nice, but probably lonely?
She took hold of her cookie and nibbled on it, listening to the call, yet slowly her hand closed around the cookie and the crumbs fell to the floor.
Dakota:
No. No, no, no…no… She’s my friend, what do you mean you-... SHUT UP! How could you do that?! HOW? Y-..
There was nothing left of the cookie, and now nothing left of the phone after she threw it as hard as she could across the room. It shattered, falling to the floor after chipping away at the wall.
Dakota:
Dating my best friend…Just…
She glanced up at the camera watching her every move and listening to her every word and went red. Hurt and embarrassed, she crossed her arms on the table and buried her face in them, trying as hard as she could to muffle her sobs.
Singles Match
Scott Martell VS Jamie James
WINNER: Scott Martell BY: Pinfall (Scoop Powerslam), 7:50 |
Triple Threat Match
Arina VS CJ Night VS Marina Marston
WINNER: CJ Night BY: Pinfall (Frog Splash), 10:06 |
Tag Team Title Match
Team Strike (Dakota & Ava Grimes) VS Team Jones (Reign Reyes & Missy Propaganda)
WINNER: Team Jones BY: Pinfall (roll up), 16:09 |