[Christian Underwood]

Please post all roleplays here! Have fun and good luck!

[Victoria Lyons]

-The cameras open in a dark room, panning shots of the stone walls which have the name BELLA scribbled on them over and over.  The sounds of Bella Ciao begin to play in Italian, as the cameras show different flashes of the walls with Bellas name-

O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
Una mattina mi son alzato
E ho trovato l'invasor
O partigiano, portami via
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
O partigiano, portami via
Che mi sento di morir

-The cameras flash to Victoria Lyons, sitting on a dark throne in the middle of the room, championship resting on it’s own little table next to her, atop a pillow inside a glass case. She glares daggers into the camera, rapping her fingers along the arm of the throne, a hateful expression on her face, as she speaks[/i]

“One morning I awakened..and I found the invader.” she began “Oh Bella ciao, Bella ciao, Bella ciao ciao ciao.”

Her head twitches slightly, as she continues.

“You…You.” she scowled, “You RUINED MY UNDEFEATED STREAK!. I WAS KIND ENOUGH TO LEAVE YOU AND KAYLA ALONE, BUT YOU JUST HAD TO SHOW YOUR FACE IN MINE AND SCREW ME OVER. IT’S YOUR FAULT…BELLA MADISON!!!”

She’s almost shrieking as she speaks, her hate for Bella Madison clear as day.

“Now you seek to take Rue away from me?” Victoria continues, “No. Not you. Never you. You damn nepotism baby. Mommy just had to come to your rescue and give you what you wanted. A match you didn’t deserve. Let me ask you Bella. What did I say to you that was so wrong?”

She cocks an eyebrow, before continuing.

“I was out there, celebrating my win. My victory at Summer Xxxtreme.” Victoria continued, “Are we not allowed to celebrate our wins? Despite our differences, at least Alexandra Calaway accepted her defeat with grace. Mercedes didn’t go crying for a rematch. But you, you just can’t get it through your thick skull that you are NOT better than ME!”

She takes another moment to pause, and regroup herself.

“Worst of all, it’s YOUR ugly face on the poster.” Victoria continued, “I’m the champion! Not you! If not me, At least put an actual champion like Kayla Richards up there or something, but YOU? BELLA MADISON?!  Just another case of nepotism, and your need to be noticed. That’s why you had to show up in my match. You just want the attention. I get it, you need to prove to mommy you’re a real Madison. That you really deserve to carry the name. But you’ll fail, come up short like you always do. Never really able to grab the brass ring. You’ve been trying and trying, where I just waltzed in and took it. Now you want to take a shot at the queen. You really want to do this? Fine, but just remember you brought all this upon yourself. Now it’s going to be bye bye beautiful to this invader of my queendom."

Bella ciao Bella ciao, Bella Ciao…the song plays for a moment, with a haunting tone.

“You could have prevented all this.” Victoria continued, “You could have made your penance for your crimes against the queen but you chose violence. So violence it shall be. You have nobody to blame for yourself for the pain I’m about to put you through, for disrespecting me, for causing my first loss and for just being a general unpleasant person. Violent Conduct is indeed the perfect name for this show, because I am angry lioness, and I’m going to tear you apart.”

She looks over to her championship, her Rue, resting in its’ case like it’s the rose from Beauty and the Beast.

“She is gorgeous, isn’t she?” Victoria smiled devilishly, “I understand the allure. But Rue is mine Bella. You can not, and you will not take her from me. I don’t care how blinded you are by vengeance, because you haven’t gotten over the Carter Vs Kasey thing. You’ve been waiting ever since I requested that match to get your paws on me. But your failure at Summer Xxxtreme wasn’t enough. You needed more and now you find yourself here, heading toward your own execution.”

She pauses for a moment, reposturing in her throne.

“This is what happens when you don’t mind your own business.” Victoria continued, “You could have been graceful, you could have shown proper respect. Now it’s far too late for any of that, because your execution has been sealed and there is no going back. I am going to make you wish you had just kissed my feet and accepted that it just wasn’t your turn this time. How selfish can you really be Bella? YOU HAD A CHANCE ALREADY!!"

She screeches again, pauses and recollects herself.

“You really have no idea Bella.” she said, “Nobody yet has crossed me as strong as you have, so perhaps you can be the example.You can be the example of what happens when you cross the queen of SCW. When you disobey proper order and don’t mind your own business. Yeah, I mentioned your little name as someone I defeated on the cruise. Was it not the truth? Where was the lie? We all fought hard, I won and YOU are the only one that can’t accept it. Now it’s just me and you Bella. You will have no excuse when I defeat you this time. Then I can go on to face one of the fine ladies who will actually have EARNED it.”

She smirks, leaning back casually into her dark throne.

“But you’ll be done, humiliated, embarrassed. For all I care you can go be Kaylas problem, or Juliannas. But you and me will be done, and you will be forced to admit that I am not only your queen, but the better woman as well." Victoria went on, "Your fate has been sealed BELLA MADISON, and I’m sorry to say, but it’s not going to play out in your favor. Dark days are ahead of you Bella. I intend to take you to a place where you can find your own inner darkness. Maybe I can pull that darkness out of you and make you actually worth something. Or perhaps like my cousin you will persist to fail again and again because you’re too blinded by the light. The darkness can be beautiful if you embrace it Bella, and embrace it you will. You will feel her warmth, the tender touch of her kiss and then the darkness, my darkness will consume you whole and leave you a broken shell of your former self. Just remember, you only have one person to blame."

She furrows her eyes and scowls.

“BELLA MADISON.” she snarls.

The camera flashes the writings on the wall in rapid succession once more, as the music plays hauntingly again, as everything slowly fades into darkness.

Bella ciao,Bella ciao, Bella ciao
O partigiano
O partigiano
Oh Bella ciao, Bella ciao, Bella ciao
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Buckingham Palace, home to her majesty herself. Queen Camille of course, not Victoria Lyons, the self proclaimed queen of SCW, and as much as she wanted to get into the palace, she remembered how she was accosted in Belgium, and decided the Royal Family simply didn’t deserve her presence. Besides she liked Queen Elizabeth better anyway. King Charles could certainly do better had he chose a real queen like Victoria. Or perhaps she’ll just take out Megan Markle and seduce Prince Harry or something. 
No, there was no need. She was her own royal and had her own Queendom, wether her subjects liked it or not. It was getting harder as more and more were turning to rebellion. Even those she had spoke of favorably like Luna Pasilno, and Kayla Richards chose to return her kind words with insults and unkind words. Couldn’t she just have one friend in SCW?

She needed Vincent, those two had been together wherever they went. WWH, Wrestling Coalition PWE, even their short run in OCW. The Lyons Twins were always a package deal. She wasn’t used to being alone without her little brother by her side. She even imagined they could become mixed tag champs together, which was always a childhood dream of theirs.

She had her cousin Alex, but he worked for a different company and seemed to show more loyalty to Alexandra Calaway, even forming his own team with her in PWS. She wasn’t on BAD terms with Alex persay, but they weren’t as good as they used to be. He could probably be convinced to help her out if he thought it was the best thing for himself as well. At the moment though, he was not interested in the whole dual contract thing. Coach Kaiser tended to like keeping his talent in one company anyway. You might see Lyons Den talent in other places, but as PWS was the only place to see Alex or Cleo, SCW was the only place to see Victoria or Eddie.

Eddie. Now he was an interesting one. If push came to shove, he just MIGHT have her back. He was an honorable man who at the end of the day would stand by his family. That’s what good, people did. No matter how far they fall,  they always lend a hand to their blood at the end of the day, even the ones they didn’t always like. It was a big maybe, but not as impossible as some might think. It was just about taking advantage of and questioning his honor. Would he really reject a family member, his own blood if they came asking for help? How honorable would that make him if he didn’t?

She shook her head, as she looked through the gates of Buckingham Palace. She needed to figure something out. She didn’t want to deal with another Bella Madison situation, but with rebellion at an all time high she didn’t know what to expect. But Eddie Lyons wasn’t the answer to her problems, and while not impossible he would still be pretty hard to convince.

She wanted her brother. That was really the only way things could be made right again. But where was he? On his little boat trip somewhere. Possibly even crashed on some deserted island, living off snakes and berries turning into some sort of madman….

If only….

Wherever he was, she knew he would return to her one day. Call it that extra sense twins are supposed to have, but she could feel it. Vincent was out there, and he wanted to come home. He wanted to come back to his sister, and take his rightful place by her side.  When that would happen, she couldn’t be sure but until then she had to remain strong.

“You’ll return some day brother.” she said to herself, as she turned away from the palace.

Vincent’s absence wasn’t her immediate problem, it was Bella Madison. A problem that she had to solve herself, and solve it she would. Bella was no more than a pest in her eyes, an annoyance. A little girl who needed her mommy to get here. Bella would be handled, and hopefully finally learn her lesson. That you do not cross the queen and get away with it, and that rebellion will not be tolerated.

Bella Madison. Now she was running her vacation. She couldn’t get the insolent whelp out of her mind. She just wanted to enjoy the view, and admire how beautiful Buckingham Palace was, how beautiful London was. But she just couldn’t get BELLA MADISON out of her head. The only way she could now was to execute her, to make her regret her decision to interrupt my sermon.

She was even becoming distracted from her sermons. She had came here to educate the people on the cruel ways of the world. BELLA MADISON had to ruin everything, now she had to ruin Bella. She had to ruin her for good and make damn well sure BELLA MADISON would never even THINK to rebel again.

In fact, the execution of Bella Madison was going to be an example to everyone else just what happens when you do cross a queen, so if one was say Luna, Alexandra, Seleana or Cassie..then they should probably be watching this one with concerned eyes, because one of them was going to be next to feel the wrath of the queen.

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She sits among the shadows with Rue on her shoulder, crossed legged on the floor, surrounded by the candles that illuminated her, and the Bella Madison effigy that stood behind her, composed of old sticks and straw with a paper mask of Bella, eyes stabbed out.

“Bellaaaa, Bellaaaa, “Bellaaaaa” Victoria sang, a darkness filling her eyes, “Oh sweet Bella, I am going to delight in putting an end to you once and for all.”

She hated Bella Madison. She hated her more than anyone. She wanted not just to beat her, but make her suffer. Make her wish she had taken the out, and just kissed her feet. Make her insolent mother weep for putting her own daughter in this situation.

“Laura really is a terrible mother isn’t she Bella?” Victoria giggled, “Perhaps you should blame her for putting you in this position. She will weep for you, and she will regret her decision to give you this opportunity. The one you didn’t deserve.”

Shes snarls, and you can see the hatred among the darkness in her eyes.

“Back of the line.” she continued, “That’s where you should have gone. But here we are. You get to skip the line. You know, Alexandra Calaway also lost at Summer Xxxtreme, but did  she get gifted another chance? No, she’s being ford to earn it. You are such a nepobaby and it makes me sick.”

Victoria stands up, and circles the effigy like a hawk, always keeping her dark hateful fixated on it.

“You wanna fight..” she said, a dark twisted smile forming on her face, “Then let’s fight. Let’s get real fucking violent Bella. I will relish each and every scream that escapes your lips as I rip your hair out. I will enjoy licking the tears from your face as I slice your pretty little face open, so I can chase the tears with your blood.”

She rubs her arms together, smiling gleefully, relishing in the thought of torturing Bella.

“Oh sweet Bella.” she continued circling the effigy, “The curator of her own destruction. The designer of her own failure. It was your own anger and desire for revenge that brought you here.  But you did not embrace your anger correctly, you let it consume you instead of learning to control it and allow it to make you stronger. Now you head into what will be both the biggest wakeup call and the biggest embarrassment of your entire life.”

As she comes around to the front of the effigy, she holds Rue up to Bellas “face” and taunts her.

“You think you can take her from me?” she hissed, “Just because you ruined my undefeated streak? No. Nobody is taking her. LOOK AT HER!!”

She shoves the belt right into the face of the effigy.

“LOOK!!!” she screamed, “YOU. WILL.NEVER.HAVE.HER.”

She paused, and took a step back, taking a moment to collect herself.

“Easy Victoria…” she muttered, “This is what she wants. She wants you angry and off your game. Don’t you dare give her the satisfaction.”

She shot another hateful gaze at the effigy.

“I am so done with you after this.” she said, “Trust that you won’t want to deal with me again when all this is settled. You WILL learn your lesson and accept your place as one of my inferiors. You will be forced to admit it to yourself that I am your better. You will be forced to admit that I am the queen of SCW, and there is nothing you can do about it.”

She grabs one of the candles and places it below the effigy, letting it ignite into flames.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” she said, smiling at the flames, “A wonderful picture of the pain your about to endure. Oh, I just might burn you if the wheel requests it. Wouldn’t that be fun? Whatever the all powerful wheel dictates, it will be done. Fire, blood, broken limbs. The queen shall execute Bella Madison in whatever fashion the wheel requests of her.”

With a smile, she sits back down to watch the effigy burn, her lips still curled into a twisted smile.

“For now I shall enjoy watching you burn.” she said, “Perhaps the flames will speak to me. Show me some new ways to mutilate you. So many ways imaginable. I wonder Bella, do you think you’d look good in an eyepatch?  Which eye is your favorite? The left ot the right. I can be merciful enough to let you keep your favorite.”

She giggled.

“Perhaps.” she said, “Who knows what I’ll end up doing to you, but I know it’ll be fun. I know that you did this to yourself. I know that your mother will regret making this happen. Most of all I suppose, you’ll regret not just kissing my feet when you had the chance. It’s time to say goodbye bella, or should I say..Bella Ciao?”

She sings softly to herself.

“Bella ciao Bella Ciao, Bella ciao ciao ciao..” her voice was surprisingly beautiful and haunting. The girl could have a decent music career if she chose to. But she didn’t chose to be a singer, she chose to continue her family legacy. She chose to come to SCW. Now all she wants is Bellas head on a silver platter, and she plans to take it herself. Bella wanted this fight so the queen is going to give it to her, and make sure she never makes such a stupid decision such as rebellion ever again. May she be an example to all of the suffering that will come your way if you choose to cross the queen.

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She was still feeling lonely, as she walked through the pathways of Hyde Park. She would never admit it of course, her loneliness. She had an image to maintain as the Queen of SCW and it’s reigning and defending Bombshell Roulette Champion. She couldn’t let it be known that she just wanted someone who had her back and helped look out for her best interests.

It had been Bella Madison who caused all of this. The nosy little brat who couldn’t accept her own failure, so she asked to receive another. This one more personal. She had gone too far, interrupting the queens sermon, trying to destroy her throne and then choosing to attack her unprovoked.

She had no other options, Bella Madison was a problem that needed solving. A pest that needed to be swatted, taught a lesson and made an example of.  But everyone liked Bella, and the same couldn’t be said for Victoria. Not that she cared much, but having at least one one person on team Victoria would be nice.

Why the hell did Vincent have to leave?

She signed, continuing her stroll through the park, when to her surprise she saw a familiar face, spending his own personal time in the park as well. Her cousin Eddie Lyons who was with his girlfriend Sabrina Woods.

“Eddie!” she called to him with a devious smile as she walked up.

She didn’t catch his eye roll, as she was the last person he wanted to see at this moment.

“Eddie!” she said, “Fancy seeing you here dear cousin. Hello Sabrina.”

Eddie looked at her with an annoyed look.

“Victoria.” he said, “...Something you need?”

She smiled back at him, smile still on her face.

“Well.” she said, “I’ve been thinking. I think we need each other.  We need to put our differences aside, and team together as family.”

Eddie laughed to himself.

“And why on earth would I do that?” he asked

“Because we need each other.” said Victoria, “You need me to help guide you and fix your floundering career, so maybe next time you will be fighting for a championship instead of squandering TWO opportunities. I could use you as a member of my queensguard, helping make sure nobody tries to attack the queen unprovoked like Bella Madison."

“So you want me for protection then?” Eddie said.

“No. We could be allies.” said Victoria, “We could even compete for the mix tag titles. It would be great, Victoria and Eddie Lyons. Nobody would be able to stop us.”

“Yeah..I’m good thanks.” said Eddie, rejecting her offer.

“Seriously?” she frowned, “But we’re family. We have to stick together. You’re supposed to have my back over everyone else, isn’t that the honorable thing to do? Be there for family?”

“I mean sure.” Eddie shrugged, “But when said family acts like a complete assgoblin then it changes things a little.  I can’t help you with anything until YOU change your attitude and want to truly change. You want to team with me? You need to wake up and find the real Victoria, the one I knew growing up.”

“I AM the real Victoria.” she snarled. “The one you speak of was ordinary and boring so I had to kill her. You should do the same thing. Kill off this weak, boring Eddie Lyons and unleash the animal that you bury inside.”

“I’m not like you.” said Eddie, “I’ve always been the real Eddie Lyons. I know who I am.”

‘So you wish to remain weak.” she said, “I should have figured. I know there’s a vicious animal buried inside you. You just need to unleash it. Like I did, like Alex did. Like Vincent once did. We are LYONS, and it’s time you truly unleashed yours. Or at least allowed it to grow from a little cub.”

Eddie sighed.

“See, thats the problem.” said Eddie, “You come to me, in my private time with my girlfriend asking for an alliance, and when I’m not interested. It’s straight to the insults. I won’t align with you, not while you’re like this. You just want power, someone who will do your bidding. You want me for your own personal gain, it’s always about you. If you truly want MY support, you have to convince me it would be about US. Then maybe I’d think about it.”

“I should have known.” she said, “I should have known you’d be so weak minded. Alexander Raven is right about you. You will never learn. You cling so tightly so things like honor that don’t even matter. Do you know how DANGEROUS you could be if you let all that go? You might be the most dangerous man on the roster. Right now you’re just…average.”

“I’ll be fine.” said Eddie.

“We’ll see.” Victoria smirked, “In any case. This was a waste of my time. I should have known better than to come to you. I knew you were still blind. How about you come to ME, when you finally open your eyes?”

“Yeah sure thing.” Eddie said with compete disinterest, "Anyway, Good luck with Bella Madison.”

Victoria scowled.

“Don’t say THAT name in my presence, and she’s the one who needs luck.” she hissed. "You’ll see. You’ll ALL see. BELLA MADISON will be dealt with, she will be made an example of. Watch it close Eddie, because maybe it’ll open your eyes to the truth. I am going to do unimaginable things to Bella for her transgressions. She should have never stepped to me. BELLA MADISON is an ugly little rat faced Nepobaby. I HATE HER!!!! I HATE HER!!!

Eddie and Sabrina both look at each other eyebrows raised as Victoria starts to lost her cool some.

“Bella Madison?” he said with a cheeky grin, looking at Sabrina who smiled.

“I HATE BELLA MADISON!!” she shrieked, “I HATE HER!! I HATE HER!”

She glared at Eddie, then at Sabrina before stomping off angrily, hands on her head, quietly muttering to herself.

“Bellabellabellabellabellabelabella.” she muttered Bellas name rapidly.

She didn’t turn back to see Eddie or his stupid girlfriend. He didn’t want an alliance, fine. But he had reminded her of the ultimate goal. Her ultimate goal.

The execution of Bella Madison.

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A video opens the scene, replaying the fight between Bella and Victoria from a few weeks ago, carefully edited to make Bella seem like the aggressor.  As it replayed her laying shots into Victoria, we can hear Victorias haunting singing voice again over it.

“And who are you, the brave lady said, that I should bow so low?” she sang, “Only a cat of a different coat, that’s all the truth I know. In a coat of gold, or coat of red a lion still has claws. And mine are long and sharp like yours, as sharp as yours my queen…”
We get a jarring cut to Victoria sitting with her championship among the ashes of the effigy she had burned earlier. She smiles devilishly at the camera.

“I have to be honest.” she said, “I do admire your bravery. Or perhaps it’s just stupidity. But you stood up to me, your queen. There is something admirable about it. You tried Bella, you really did. You should take this execution in pride. They’ll hail you as one of their heroes. But like all heroes, you will meet your end.”

She looks down at her sweet Rue as she continues.

“I know you all think I’m heartless.” she smirked, “But I promise you I do. I have a black heart that beats for you Bella. It yearns for your blood, and it will get it. But fear not, for the songs they shall write about you will be remembered for decades. Bella The Brave the’ll call you. A stark reminder of true bravery, but also a stark reminder of when that bravery can be misplaced. You chose the wrong time to rebel Bella, as brave as it might make you. I am the WRONG queen to rebel against."

She glares into the camera, tired of the poison Bella has infected her mind with the past few weeks. The only cure was to put an end to Bella, and prove her own dominance.

“I will rid my mind of you BELLA MADISON.” she said with gritted teeth. “You will be remembered, but that’s all you will be. A memory. Because I’m sick of your damn face, so I’m going to be scarring it. I might go Iron Mike on you and bite off an ear. Who knows. I just know I’m going to make you wish you never crossed me. I’m going to make sure others bear witness to what happens. I am Victoria Lyons, and I am the queen of SCW and I am your Bombshell Roulette Champion, and NOBODY is taking any of that from me. Especially not BELLA MADISON.

She glares into the camera, as we jarringly cut back to the fight, this time edited to make Victoria the aggressor, ending with a shot of a cutout of Bella’s face among the ashes Victoria was sitting in, we can hear her singing as the scene fades to black.

“And so she spoke…and so she spoke.” she sang, “The  lady of Madison….but now the rains weep o’er her halls, without a soul to hear….without a soul to hear.”

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[BellaMadison]

~*~The Belle’s New Clothes~*~
NYC

The bustling streets of New York City felt like a comforting embrace as Bella stepped out of the car, the energy buzzing in the air. After a long and emotional few weeks, she was finally back home. Mal gave her a reassuring smile before heading off, leaving Bella to take in the familiar sights and sounds. The towering skyscrapers, the hum of traffic, the vibrant street life—it all reminded her that no matter how chaotic things got, she always had this place to ground her.

She walked to Mattie’s fashion house, her heart racing with anticipation. It had been way too long since she had seen her best friends, and she needed this reunion more than ever. As she stepped inside, the warm scent of fabric, fresh coffee, and the faintest hint of perfume filled the air. Mattie’s fashion house was like a living, breathing creature—chaotic yet cozy, a reflection of the woman who created it.

“Bella!” Mattie’s voice rang out from across the room. Her eyes lit up as she rushed forward, enveloping Bella in a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re here! You look amazing, as always.”

“Me too! It feels like forever,” Bella replied, laughing as she stepped back to take in Mattie’s vibrant outfit—an eclectic mix of bold colors and clashing patterns that somehow looked perfectly put together. “And you—fashion goddess, as always.”

“I’ve missed you guys so much!” Bella added, her smile faltering slightly as the sting of her recent loss came back to her. But she quickly shook it off; today was for celebrating, for recharging her soul.

Alanah appeared next, her face lighting up as she joined the embrace. “Look at you! Finally back in New York. My jet-setting sister-in-law has returned!” She grinned, pulling Bella into a warm hug. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m...good, all things considered.” Bella shrugged. “Sore about losing to Kayla, but at least Victoria didn’t win either, thanks to my little distraction.”

“That was epic,” Mattie chimed in, grinning like she was watching it all over again. “But enough about that! We’ll get to work stuff later. I have some amazing news.”

Bella’s curiosity piqued as she watched Mattie practically bounce on her toes. “What is it?”

Mattie took a deep breath, her excitement spilling over. “Well it’s been a couple of weeks, but I wanted to tell you and Lanah together and since you have been all over the damn place, I’ve had to hold on and believe me I’m about to explode but....Mack and I finally picked a date! I’m getting married! November 23rd!”

Both Alanah and Bella’s eyes widen and they squeal with delight as Bella gasped, joy lighting up her face. “Oh my God! Mattie, that’s incredible! I’m so happy for you!” She threw her arms around her friend, squeezing tightly.

“Finally!” Alanah squealed, wrapping her arms around Mattie from the other side. “This is going to be amazing. You have to tell us everything!”

As the three friends settled into the cozy lounge area, they quickly fell into their natural rhythm. Laughter echoed through the room as they excitedly talked about wedding plans. Mattie, in her typical fashion, already had a whirlwind of ideas—vintage lace, bold colors, non-traditional dresses. Bella and Alanah were of course part of the wedding party—The Unholy Trinity wouldn’t be complete without them.

“Can you believe we’re actually doing this?” Mattie gushed, her eyes sparkling. “I’ve been waiting for this day forever. Well- at least it’s felt like forever.”

“You know it’s going to be the most incredible wedding ever,” Bella said, her grin matching Mattie’s. “We’ve got to make sure you look like the star you are.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Alanah winked. “I’ve got a feeling this is going to be the event of the year.”

As they talked, the conversation flowed seamlessly from wedding plans to personal updates, a natural give-and-take that only years of friendship could foster. They teased Bella about her next match, debated the latest fashion trends, and indulged in a few guilty-pleasure stories. The world outside melted away as they got lost in their own little universe.

Eventually, Bella’s gaze was drawn to something in the corner of the room—a series of sketches pinned up on the wall, each featuring stunning wrestling gear. The intricate details caught her eye, pulling her in.

“Mattie, are these what I think they are?” Bella asked, standing up to take a closer look.

Mattie beamed. “Yup! I’ve been working on a special project for all my wrestling friends. You know how much I love making gear. This one’s for Miles’ next big event, and—” She gestured to a particular sketch, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “—I couldn’t resist making something for you too.”

Bella’s heart skipped a beat. “Wait...you made me new gear? Mattie my wardrobe is exploding already!” Her voice was filled with awe as she studied the design—an intricate blend of elegance and power, fierce and feminine at once.

Mattie pulled out a finished prototype, the fabric shimmering in the light. “This one’s yours. I thought of you when I designed it. It’s got a fierce edge, but also keeps that touch of elegance you bring to the ring.”

Bella’s eyes widened as she reached out to touch the fabric. The material was soft but strong, and the colors—deep royal blue mixed with bold black accents—resonated with her.

“This is...incredible, Mattie,” Bella breathed. “I can’t believe how perfect it is. You are a wizard with this stuff.”

“You deserve it,” Mattie said warmly. “Alanah and I were discussing it and you have been on this asskicking tour lately and I know you’ve been going through a lot lately, and I wanted you to feel unstoppable. You are unstoppable.”

Bella felt a wave of gratitude wash over her as she held the gear in her hands. It wasn’t just fabric—it was a symbol of her journey, her struggles, her victories, and the love and support of her closest friends. This wasn’t just any gear; it was her armor for the battles ahead.

Alanah smiled softly from her spot on the couch, watching the moment unfold. “She’s right, you know. You’re stronger than you think and we know how much you have been working. When you get into London, and you put this on, you are going to not only look badass but you are going to feel badass.”

Bella glanced back at her friends, her heart swelling with emotion. “I don’t know what I’d do without you two.”

“Well, luckily, you’ll never have to find out,” Mattie quipped with a wink.

The three of them laughed, the sound filling the room like music. As they sat back down and resumed their conversations, Bella felt lighter, more at peace. Surrounded by her best friends, enveloped in love and creativity, she felt a sense of renewal.

No matter what came next, she knew she had her girls beside her—and with that, she could face anything.


~*~What Are You Willing To Do~*~

Bella sat in the corner of Mattie’s fashion house, her gaze lingering on the new wrestling gear that her best friend had so lovingly designed. The laughter of their earlier conversations still echoed faintly in the room, but the weight of her own thoughts began to settle in as she leaned back, eyes narrowing as they traced the lines of the intricate outfit. It wasn’t just fabric. It wasn’t just gear. It was a symbol of everything she’d been fighting for—everything she still had to fight for.

Five years.

That number stuck in her mind like a splinter. Five years of sweat, blood, and tears poured into this business. Five years of coming so close, only to have it slip through her fingers at the last moment. She thought of the countless nights lying awake, replaying matches in her head, wondering what she could’ve done differently. It was easy for people to dismiss her drive, to see her as just another competitor. But they didn’t know the half of it. They didn’t know the sacrifices she’d made.

A year off—an entire year—just to bring her daughter into the world. And when Bella held her baby girl for the first time, all the doubt, all the frustration seemed to wash away, if only for a brief moment. But that fire... it never really left. It stayed smoldering under the surface, waiting for the right moment to ignite again.

November last year—that’s when she returned. She had promised herself, promised everyone, that 2024 would be her year. This was her comeback, her resurgence. She wasn’t just another wrestler trying to get back into the groove. She was a mother who had come back to make her mark. A woman who had taken time to reset and recharge. And now... now, she was hungry. Starving, even.

She stared at the Roulette Championship in her mind’s eye. That’s what this was all about. It wasn’t about some hollow victory, or adding another notch to her belt. It was about standing up to someone like Victoria Lyons—the so-called "Queen of SCW"—someone who thought she could just claim a crown and hold dominion over the Bombshell division like she was untouchable.

Delusional.

That’s all Bella saw in Victoria now. And while Bella didn’t underestimate her—no, she’d learned not to underestimate anyone in this business—she saw right through the facade. Victoria wasn’t unbeatable. She wasn’t untouchable. She was just... in Bella’s way. And if someone got hurt in the process? If someone didn’t make it out of this unscathed?

That wasn’t on Bella. That was on them.

It wasn’t about desperation. No. Bella had passed that point long ago. Desperation was what she felt after her fifth or sixth close call. Desperation was what clawed at her when she came up short, match after match, for five long years. This wasn’t desperation anymore.

This was pure, unfiltered determination.

The Roulette Championship wasn’t just a title. It was a promise fulfilled. A promise to herself that everything she had worked for wasn’t in vain. It was validation. Proof that every single setback, every single moment of doubt, was worth it. She had dug deep this year, clawed her way back into the spotlight, and now, it was hers for the taking.

“I’m done holding back,” Bella whispered to herself, her voice low but resolute. “I’m done playing it safe.”

She thought of her daughter, her precious little girl, the reason she had taken that year off in the first place. She wanted her daughter to see what it meant to fight for something, to earn something with grit and perseverance. She wanted to show her that success didn’t come easy, that sometimes, you had to get your hands dirty.

And that’s exactly what she was prepared to do. Bella had spent too many years letting people step over her, too many matches where she had come up short. Not anymore. If Victoria wanted to play queen, fine. Bella would take her crown, her title, and her pride, too. And if that meant hurting her, breaking her down piece by piece in that ring, so be it. Victoria had signed up for this, just like everyone else. Bella owed her nothing.

No more doubts. No more hesitation.

The Roulette Championship was just an extra benefit. The real victory was standing tall, proving that she wasn’t just another name on the roster. She was a force to be reckoned with. She had a purpose, a reason to fight, and anyone who got in her way would soon learn that Bella wasn’t the same woman she was five years ago.

She was relentless. She was driven. And when it came to Violent Conduct, she would leave nothing behind but broken egos and shattered expectations.

“2024 is my year,” Bella whispered again, this time louder, the words solidifying in her mind as a mantra. “And if anyone gets hurt along the way... that’s on them. They shouldn’t have been in my way.”

As the weight of her resolve settled in, Bella’s gaze drifted back to her new gear—her new armor. She could already see it now: stepping into the ring with that fire in her eyes, feeling the energy of the crowd, knowing that she was moments away from making her mark. And when it was all over, when she stood victorious, holding the Roulette Championship high above her head, the world would finally see her for who she really was.

Unstoppable.


~*~Rules of Engagement: Bleed It Out~*~
Parts Unknown

“Victoria, let's have a talk. Just between the two of us. Just between the girls.”

The scene opens in a stark, dimly lit room with a single chair at its center. The silence is heavy, charged with anticipation. Bella, a fierce 5’5” blonde with an intense gaze, strides into the frame, her presence commanding and electric. She walks straight to the chair and sits down, her posture straight and unwavering. After a moment, she leans forward, locking her eyes into the camera as she begins to speak, her voice low but filled with a simmering intensity.

“Here we are, just days away from a match that has been building up for what feels like an eternity. Victoria Lyons, the self-proclaimed ‘Queen of SCW.’ You’ve worn that crown for far too long, and it’s about time someone took it from you. I’ve spent weeks obsessing over this moment, analyzing every word you’ve thrown at me, every insult you’ve hurled like a dagger. You think you’re untouchable, that your reign is secure. But I’m here to show you that it’s all a facade, just like that moniker you carry with you, Queenie.

Let’s get one thing straight: I may not have walked away victorious in that 'Pick Your Poison' match, but I didn’t need to. And all it took was my presence for you to falter in your match against Luna. Your arrogance got the best of you, and for the first time, you realized you weren’t invincible. That’s right, Vicky. You were so caught up in your own hype that you forgot about me, the woman right behind you, ready to seize the moment. You thought you could brush me off, that I was just a stepping stone on your path to glory. But you were wrong.

Hell, even if we go back to the Princess Cruise, I didn’t just survive at Summer Xxxtreme; I was the last woman standing, you know I was right there and at any given second I could have easily been the one pulling that title down and you could have been the one taking a cannonball in the pool below!

And now, as we head to London, as we get to Violent Conduct X, as we head into this match, it’s a clean slate. But know this: I’m not stepping into that ring to play nice. That little girl that walked in here 5 years ago is going to show you just how grown up she has become. I’m stepping in to get what I deserve—my first singles championship in SCW. I’m done with being the overlooked and the underestimated. You and others like you have talked down to me like I’m nothing, but I’m about to show you just how wrong you are.

Vicky, you as the Roulette Champion know just how Roulette Championship matches are unpredictable; they can be extremely brutal and even better they’re bloody. But I thrive in chaos. I’m ready to embrace the darkness, to fight tooth and nail for every inch of that ring. I’ll bring every ounce of fury, every drop of blood, and every ounce of pain if it means taking you down. You may think you know me, but you have no idea what I’m capable of when pushed to my limits.

You’ve held that title long enough, basking in your supposed glory while I’ve been grinding, fighting through the setbacks, and clawing my way to this moment. I won’t be a victim of your reign any longer. I’m not just coming for that title; I’m coming for you. The history we share only adds fuel to this fire. Every time you’ve belittled me, every time you’ve dismissed my talent—it’s etched in my mind, and it drives me. This isn’t just a title match; it’s personal.

I’ve watched you parade around, how you used your position to not only put others in their place, but you chose violence against Miles and Carter like it was some sort of sick and twisted game. I have seen Queens and Kings come and go but what you did was just wrong and you know it. But you used that to not only try and rip a loving couple apart, but you used it to get that championship you covent so damn much. Your precious ‘Rue’ is in danger of leaving you and you know it. It’s why you keep trying to punch down.

You think you can intimidate me with your accolades and your achievements? Think again. I’ve fought my way up from the bottom, despite my bloodline, and every scar, every bruise, has prepared me for this moment. You may have the experience, but I have the hunger—the unrelenting desire to prove myself and to prove you wrong. And I am fucking starving and salivating.

I know that you are going to bring your A-game, Victoria. I’m ready for whatever you throw at me. I will not go down without a fight, and I will not let you WALK away with that title. I’m ready to turn the tables, to rip that crown from your head and show the world who truly deserves to wear it. And if I have my way, the Queen will fall and the Belle of the Brawl will stand tall.

After this match, you will remember the name Bella Madison. You will remember the day the 'Belle of the Brawl' took the fight to the ‘Queen of SCW’ and came out on top. I’m not just here to challenge; I’m here to claim my place in history. And believe me, Vicky, it’s going to be bloody. It’s going to be brutal. But when the dust settles, I WILL be the one standing victorious.

Get ready, because I’m coming for you, and I won’t stop until I have what’s mine. Prepare yourself for a war you won’t forget—because I’m bringing everything I’ve got, and it’s time to take that title for myself. This is my moment, and I won’t let anyone take it away from me. And if you wanna talk about game of queen and subject? It’s over. I’m stepping into that ring to rip the crown off your head, take your pride, and leave you bleeding in the middle of that mat. You want to be the Queen of SCW? Then show me. Show me what makes you think you’re better than me. Because from where I’m standing, I see a woman clinging desperately to a title that she knows she doesn’t deserve.

You’ve been skating by, playing this role of royalty, thinking no one could challenge you. But here I am, ready to end that fantasy. Ready to prove that you’re not unbeatable, and that title you hold is nothing more than a reminder of your borrowed time at the top.

I’ve bled for this business, Victoria. I’ve sacrificed more than you could ever imagine. You look at me and see a mother who took time off, thinking that makes me weaker, softer. But let me tell you something—you have no idea what I’m capable of. Being a mother made me stronger, more focused, more determined. I came back for one reason, and one reason only: to dominate. To take what I’ve earned. And you, Victoria, are standing in my way.”

Bella stands from the chair, her hands gripping the back of it as she leans in, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper.

“You think you’ve seen me at my worst? You haven’t. I’ve been holding back. But at Violent Conduct? There are no rules. No boundaries. Only carnage. And trust me, Victoria, when I step into that ring, you will know pain. You will know regret. And when it’s over, when I’m standing over your broken body, holding the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship, you’ll realize that the crown you wore was never yours to begin with.

You want a war, Queenie? You’ve got one. But remember this—when you step into that ring with me, it’s not about survival. It’s about destruction. It’s about who can endure the most punishment. And Victoria, I promise you, I’m willing to bleed for this. Are you? Remember, Victoria... in war, there are no queens. Only the survivors. And after Violent Conduct, the only thing you’ll be wearing is the scars I leave behind. ...game of being respectful and reserved is long gone, and I’m done pretending otherwise. Violent Conduct is where everything changes.”

Bella shifts slightly in the chair, her face hardening as she speaks. The tension in her voice rises, matching the intensity in her eyes.

“You see, I’m not just fighting for a title, Victoria. I’m fighting to rip that damn crown right off your head and show the world what you really are—weak, insecure, and clinging to a status you don’t deserve. You walk around here like you’re untouchable, like nobody can challenge you, but I’m here to tell you that I’m not scared of the so-called ‘Queen.’”

Bella’s eyes flash as she leans in closer, her tone sharp and unrelenting.

“Here’s the reality, Victoria. You think you’ve got this in the bag because you’ve been champion, because you’ve held that Roulette title, and you’ve done what no one else could. But you’re mistaken if you think I’m just another opponent. I’m not here to add to your legacy. I’m here to end it.”

Her hands grip the arms of the chair as if she’s holding herself back from exploding into action.

“You might be expecting just another match, but I want you to understand something right now—this isn’t going to be just another title defense for you. You have no idea how far I’m willing to go. I’m not walking into London to just compete, I’m coming to destroy you. I’m coming to take that title, and I’m prepared to make you bleed for it.

You pride yourself on being the best, the queen, but after Violent Conduct, when you’re left broken in that ring, there will be no crown for you to wear. Only defeat. Only loss. Only the memory of what could have been, had you not underestimated me.”

Bella pauses for a moment, letting the weight of her words sink in. The silence stretches before she speaks again, quieter, but no less intense.

“When that bell rings, Victoria, there’s no turning back. You’re stepping into my world now—a world where you’re not special, where you’re not invincible. I’ve been waiting for this moment, and I’ll be damned if I let you walk out of that arena with my title.”

A smirk crosses Bella’s lips, her confidence bleeding through every word.

“You want to know what I’m willing to do, Victoria? Everything. And if you’re not ready to go that far, if you’re not willing to bleed, to suffer, to lose everything—then you’ve already lost.”

The camera zooms in on Bella’s face as she stands up from the chair, her eyes burning with determination.

“I’ll see you in London, Queenie. And when it’s all over, they’ll be crowning a new queen.”

With that, Bella turns and walks out of the room, her footsteps echoing in the silence, leaving behind an air of finality. The scene fades to black.