~*~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.