Post by Brooke Bell on Feb 3, 2019 14:56:44 GMT -5
The Return.
It had been a rough stretch for Brooke Bell since her departure from Action Wrestling. What started as time away from injury extended as doubts started to creep in her head. Brooke had already started into her wrestling career at a late age. Now there she was injured and unable to provide for her family the way she had originally intended. Maybe she should go back to the desk job that she had made a living with prior, or at least find something steady. Her career in wrestling had started with a long extended winning streak. This was accompanied by titles and the gold she badly wanted. She had started her Action career with big wins over ex champions including Corey Bull. She was running things along with #FightSmart, she seemed destined for greatness. But than a lack of focus and perhaps complacency led her to take some losses and eventual found her getting injured. It was easy to find herself with some doubt, it was easy to think that maybe her wrestling career was over. But with her time came away and the needed rehab to get back, came a real sense of urgency. An urgency that time was in fact ticking for Brooke Bell, she was athletic but age always wins.
She was still a athletic mother. She looked good, she finally felt good. And as her injury healed and time passed. She finally realized that her time wasn’t up. She could still make some noise. She had unfinished business in Action Wrestling. To date? She had never shown them what she was truly capable of. As she stood looking into a camera for the first time in months, she couldn’t help but smirk. Dressed to the nines for the occasion. Thigh high boots, black dress with the expensive necklace and ring combos. It reminded her exactly what she was, a bad bitch.
Brooke Bell
“The bad bitch returns!”
Giving the camera the heads up that she was truly ready to go, letting out a long giggle after shouting that to start with. Her excitement getting the best of her.
Brooke Bell
“You know you could say I am just a bit excited about my return to the ring. I may be stashed away in the middle of a show, in a match that some may consider skippable heading in. After all what exactly have I shown you to make you all think, I am worth any’thang. I get it, I do. They say I am old and washed, they say I aint as good as I hype myself up to be. That’s all good, I haven’t proven any of em’ wrong...YET. I messed around my first go around here, I can admit it. I had such success to start my career, I let it get to my head. I was dominating in my prior company, came here expected the same. And to start? It was going well. I was running around with #FightSmart. And I was making some noise. But all that? It made me complacent. I was fine being just another member of the squad, I was just part of the crew. I was running with a guy named Max Masked...A loser. Rather than actually being me, the bad ass bitch that I am. I deserved to get injured, I deserved to take that time away. Because it gave me some real views on what I want...”
Taking a moment to let out a little snarl, clearly back to feeling herself after a long time going through questioning herself.
Brooke Bell
“I want it all. I want the belts, I want the wins, I want the fame, I want the respect. I was too fine just being a face before, I felt I was good. But maybe in the back of my mind I looked at some of the studs at the top and thought, no way. I looked at Spencer Adams as a superior rather than a team member. I looked at my win over Corey Bull as a fluke. But now? I realize that it wasn’t a fluke, I beat the monster. And Spencer? He was the leader of the team only because I let him be. I should have been running things. But again I was content not showing the world that I may wear the Gucci now. But where I grew up? We didn’t buy it. We used to take it off people’s unconscious bodies if we wanted it. That’s how I grew up. And it’s time I remind them all that the woman standing in front of them, grew up as a young thug. I may be older, I may be a momma-bear now. But at the end of the day I am still that same girl who used to have to take out the hoop ear rings when I was about to beat a girls ass on recess. So let me go ahead and take em’ out while I talk about that little girl I am going to beat up ass....”
Stopping to do exactly removing each of her hoops and putting them next to her on the ground, trying to get the point across.
Brooke Bell
“Chris Eno. You the one on recess that I got to beat up to show the world that I am back. Ok, that works. Now I ain’t going to pretend to know much about you. Other than the fact you don’t speak my language. That’s fine, I’ll try my best to get the point across. Bésame el trasero.”
Turning to press out her ‘culo’ as Chris would call it, giving it a slight smack while hoping the point gets across either way.
Brooke Bell
“Now I am sure you’ll have someone to go ahead and translate this all for you, so I won’t keep relying on my Freshman Spanish I learned that I forgot all about. So I’ll just say what is going to happen, you going to lose. I don’t care what your doing in other companies. Your latest tweet got you gloating over losing, over lasting awhile. If this was your sex life, that would be quite the feat. But in the wrestling ring? It really doesn’t matter when you lose in the end anyways, just means you took longer losing than others. And your just a name to me. Just a little bump in the road to where my goals really lie around here. Your just the first chapter in my return. So I’ll kick your butt, I’ll put you down. I’ll watch what you say about me and pretend to care, but I won’t bother translating it. Cause I don’t care about you, and I never will. You just a roadblock. But my real aspirations are up at the top.”
Pointing up, just to drive home the point always one to be expressive with her hands hardly able to stand still.
Brooke Bell
“I never got any calls from #FightSmart when I was gone. I never got any love from any of them. So my loyalty? It doesn't lie with them. Max was always weird, never really felt like Spencer respected me. Andre was fun. But the rest? They were all just Spencer’s lackeys. I can’t blame them, so was I. But they don’t really run things do they? Nope, it’s #BeachKrew now. After all they laid waste to them last show. Wade Moor, Alexander, and Ryan the champion. I want that top spot, but Rome wasn’t built in a day. I start back at the bottom, that is fine. They get to book the next show and I really doubt that Ryan would want to risk losing to me and ruining everything he’s built. A six month reign ended by yours truly? That would hurt him to the soul. And listen they are a great team, they proved it. But it never works out. You really think Alexander or Wade will never look at Ryan and get jealous? Jealous that he has it all and thy are seen as his sidekicks. That’s coming down the line quick. But Ryan is the long game, short game? I’ll take out anyone and everyone that they give me. One at a time, one line. Just like a rap song, play the beat.”
Instructing someone off camera to hit the music, after a few moments she is given just that a pretty generic beat.
Brooke Bell
“Start off real quick beating Chris Eno, the whole world know I’ll beat him, even heknow.
After that going straight to the top, know stopping even at the gift shop.
Fight Smart is old news, dealing with Max Masked required a lot of booze.
Beach Krew at the top for now, they will end up breaking up anyhow.
Wade is ugly and a little fat, but Ryan can come over and play with this kitty kat.
Alexander from New York so he chill, won’t stop me from going for the kill.
Action Wrestling the return is on it’s way, cause your girl Brooke don’t play!”
The beat cutting off as Brooke steps up to the camera now, only her face and smirk able to be seen.
Brooke Bell
“Chris Eno it all starts with you! You just happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. I ain’t losing this match, no way, no how. You going to have to be prepared to kill me to put me down. Cause I will be more than happy to do the same to you.”
It had been a rough stretch for Brooke Bell since her departure from Action Wrestling. What started as time away from injury extended as doubts started to creep in her head. Brooke had already started into her wrestling career at a late age. Now there she was injured and unable to provide for her family the way she had originally intended. Maybe she should go back to the desk job that she had made a living with prior, or at least find something steady. Her career in wrestling had started with a long extended winning streak. This was accompanied by titles and the gold she badly wanted. She had started her Action career with big wins over ex champions including Corey Bull. She was running things along with #FightSmart, she seemed destined for greatness. But than a lack of focus and perhaps complacency led her to take some losses and eventual found her getting injured. It was easy to find herself with some doubt, it was easy to think that maybe her wrestling career was over. But with her time came away and the needed rehab to get back, came a real sense of urgency. An urgency that time was in fact ticking for Brooke Bell, she was athletic but age always wins.
She was still a athletic mother. She looked good, she finally felt good. And as her injury healed and time passed. She finally realized that her time wasn’t up. She could still make some noise. She had unfinished business in Action Wrestling. To date? She had never shown them what she was truly capable of. As she stood looking into a camera for the first time in months, she couldn’t help but smirk. Dressed to the nines for the occasion. Thigh high boots, black dress with the expensive necklace and ring combos. It reminded her exactly what she was, a bad bitch.
Brooke Bell
“The bad bitch returns!”
Giving the camera the heads up that she was truly ready to go, letting out a long giggle after shouting that to start with. Her excitement getting the best of her.
Brooke Bell
“You know you could say I am just a bit excited about my return to the ring. I may be stashed away in the middle of a show, in a match that some may consider skippable heading in. After all what exactly have I shown you to make you all think, I am worth any’thang. I get it, I do. They say I am old and washed, they say I aint as good as I hype myself up to be. That’s all good, I haven’t proven any of em’ wrong...YET. I messed around my first go around here, I can admit it. I had such success to start my career, I let it get to my head. I was dominating in my prior company, came here expected the same. And to start? It was going well. I was running around with #FightSmart. And I was making some noise. But all that? It made me complacent. I was fine being just another member of the squad, I was just part of the crew. I was running with a guy named Max Masked...A loser. Rather than actually being me, the bad ass bitch that I am. I deserved to get injured, I deserved to take that time away. Because it gave me some real views on what I want...”
Taking a moment to let out a little snarl, clearly back to feeling herself after a long time going through questioning herself.
Brooke Bell
“I want it all. I want the belts, I want the wins, I want the fame, I want the respect. I was too fine just being a face before, I felt I was good. But maybe in the back of my mind I looked at some of the studs at the top and thought, no way. I looked at Spencer Adams as a superior rather than a team member. I looked at my win over Corey Bull as a fluke. But now? I realize that it wasn’t a fluke, I beat the monster. And Spencer? He was the leader of the team only because I let him be. I should have been running things. But again I was content not showing the world that I may wear the Gucci now. But where I grew up? We didn’t buy it. We used to take it off people’s unconscious bodies if we wanted it. That’s how I grew up. And it’s time I remind them all that the woman standing in front of them, grew up as a young thug. I may be older, I may be a momma-bear now. But at the end of the day I am still that same girl who used to have to take out the hoop ear rings when I was about to beat a girls ass on recess. So let me go ahead and take em’ out while I talk about that little girl I am going to beat up ass....”
Stopping to do exactly removing each of her hoops and putting them next to her on the ground, trying to get the point across.
Brooke Bell
“Chris Eno. You the one on recess that I got to beat up to show the world that I am back. Ok, that works. Now I ain’t going to pretend to know much about you. Other than the fact you don’t speak my language. That’s fine, I’ll try my best to get the point across. Bésame el trasero.”
Turning to press out her ‘culo’ as Chris would call it, giving it a slight smack while hoping the point gets across either way.
Brooke Bell
“Now I am sure you’ll have someone to go ahead and translate this all for you, so I won’t keep relying on my Freshman Spanish I learned that I forgot all about. So I’ll just say what is going to happen, you going to lose. I don’t care what your doing in other companies. Your latest tweet got you gloating over losing, over lasting awhile. If this was your sex life, that would be quite the feat. But in the wrestling ring? It really doesn’t matter when you lose in the end anyways, just means you took longer losing than others. And your just a name to me. Just a little bump in the road to where my goals really lie around here. Your just the first chapter in my return. So I’ll kick your butt, I’ll put you down. I’ll watch what you say about me and pretend to care, but I won’t bother translating it. Cause I don’t care about you, and I never will. You just a roadblock. But my real aspirations are up at the top.”
Pointing up, just to drive home the point always one to be expressive with her hands hardly able to stand still.
Brooke Bell
“I never got any calls from #FightSmart when I was gone. I never got any love from any of them. So my loyalty? It doesn't lie with them. Max was always weird, never really felt like Spencer respected me. Andre was fun. But the rest? They were all just Spencer’s lackeys. I can’t blame them, so was I. But they don’t really run things do they? Nope, it’s #BeachKrew now. After all they laid waste to them last show. Wade Moor, Alexander, and Ryan the champion. I want that top spot, but Rome wasn’t built in a day. I start back at the bottom, that is fine. They get to book the next show and I really doubt that Ryan would want to risk losing to me and ruining everything he’s built. A six month reign ended by yours truly? That would hurt him to the soul. And listen they are a great team, they proved it. But it never works out. You really think Alexander or Wade will never look at Ryan and get jealous? Jealous that he has it all and thy are seen as his sidekicks. That’s coming down the line quick. But Ryan is the long game, short game? I’ll take out anyone and everyone that they give me. One at a time, one line. Just like a rap song, play the beat.”
Instructing someone off camera to hit the music, after a few moments she is given just that a pretty generic beat.
Brooke Bell
“Start off real quick beating Chris Eno, the whole world know I’ll beat him, even heknow.
After that going straight to the top, know stopping even at the gift shop.
Fight Smart is old news, dealing with Max Masked required a lot of booze.
Beach Krew at the top for now, they will end up breaking up anyhow.
Wade is ugly and a little fat, but Ryan can come over and play with this kitty kat.
Alexander from New York so he chill, won’t stop me from going for the kill.
Action Wrestling the return is on it’s way, cause your girl Brooke don’t play!”
The beat cutting off as Brooke steps up to the camera now, only her face and smirk able to be seen.
Brooke Bell
“Chris Eno it all starts with you! You just happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. I ain’t losing this match, no way, no how. You going to have to be prepared to kill me to put me down. Cause I will be more than happy to do the same to you.”