Betrayal ~2~ British Strong Style
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You had made a name for yourself around the wold. After your betrayal to the British strong style you were the sly jester. Always having a plan B up your sleeve and surprising your opponents. The guys have kept tabs on you seeing what you were up to. They still watched your matches and were impressed on well you were doing on your own.
“ She’s the sly Jester. She’s always lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce”
“ She sounds like a cat”
“ She’s making history happen”
Everyone would talk on how good you were and how no one had defeated you yet. You were on a winning streak. But your world turned around when you noticed the three men you betrayed lurking around.
“ Look what I see lads the little kitten out of the bag” Pete chuckles as he corners you to the wall. You roll your eyes crossing your arms over your chest, “ I have better things to do then talk to three bastards on my time.”
“ She think she’s so tough lads, maybe she forgot what’s hurtin’ others feel like” Trent picked you up over his shoulders.
“ PUT ME DOWN SEVEN! I SWEAR I AM GOING TO TEARS YOUR ARMS FROM YOUR SHOULDERS!”
“ Oi! shut it bitch” Pete snarls. You did everything you can to get out of Trent’s grip but it was no use. They ended up putting you in a room and locking you from the outside.
“ Are you fucking serious! I have a match in 20 mins assholes! Let me out!” you banged on the door with your fist repeatedly.
“ Not happenin’ princess. Yeh stay in there until we think yeh are good enough to be let out” Trent says from the other side of the door.
“ Fuck you!”
“ No thanks, I’d rather stick an umbrella up my ass, thanks!”
The three boys looked at one another in disgust and shivered as they had the image in their heads.
“ Sevens! Bate! Dunno! When I get out of here, I am going to kill you three!”
“ Good luck with tha’ luv” Tyler muttered. They walked away leaving you in the room locked. You began to panic because you couldn’t just not go out for your match. They are going to pay.
After being unlocked from the room and missing your match, you had gotten in trouble for it. The earful that you got from everyone about missing your match was enough for you to storm down to the ring in surprise heading to the ring where the British Strong Style were having a match. When Pete took notice of you, he hopped off the apron running a hand through his hair as he snarl at you stopping you in your tracks.
“ Where do yah think yah goin’?” you grabbed onto the straps of his ring gear and giving him a stunner before moving past him down to Tyler who stood in your way with his arms out telling you to stop. You grab onto his fingers snapping them before super kicking him sending him to the side as you made your way to Trent.
He slide out the ring as soon as you got out watching what you did to Pete and Tyler shaking his head. He walks along side outside of the room, his finger out shaking it giving you a no signal.
“ Not yet little one” He yells, chuckling. You looked down where his white towel is before going over it. You pick it up expecting it in his hands before you rubbed the towel down your body and through your crotch and under your armpits before throwing it to him.
“ Enjoy” you tell him blowing him a kiss. You exit the ring skipping past Pete and Tyler who looked confused to what just happened. This was just a taste for them.
The guys sat in the car going back to the hotel when Tyler brings you up.
“ I don’t think she’s done with us lads” he mutters. Pete scoffs, “ That was nothin’ what she did. She can’t get to us. Three of us and one of her”
“ But lads it’s been like two months and she’s all over the place”
“ She will come t’ her senses that she needs us”
“ What if she doesn’t?” Tyler asks
“ She will..” Trent nods. “ she will always need us”
You on the other hand was planning on another plan to strike a nerve. You had been told a piece of information that could be put into use. Smirking as you started to get ready.
“ Get ready lads, I’m about to tame British Strong Style”