A Bad Week [Victory 001]

AUGUST 15, 2022, BACKSTAGE AT VICTORY

“She said what?!”

The three absolute queens known as the Socialite Sorority were standing around in the locker room area backstage. They had sequestered themselves from the rest of the riff raff and were getting ready for tonight’s matches.

Sabina had a scowl on her face as Peach told them about her encounter with Ophelia last week before their debut.

“Yeah! She called us the ‘sounds the same society’ and told us she would make us fight when she pleased.”

Peach folded her arms across her chest, a pout crossing her face. Sabina’s hands balled into fists, her knuckles turning white.

“We’ll see about that.” The Grecian Goddess scoffed before turning on her heels and marching out of the locker room. Peach and Mia share a confused look before shrugging their shoulders and going back to scrolling through their phones.

As the camera caught up to her, Sabina was marching down the hallways, her Louboutins clicking with every step on the marbled floor. After a few moments she found herself in front of Ophelia’s office. With a closed fist she banged on the door. Hard.

She tapped her foot impatiently and when no one answers, she twisted the door knob and let herself in. When she stepped inside, the room was empty. Letting out an annoyed groan, she turned back into the hallway and looked around for anyone that could help. 

“Hey you!” She screamed to the nearest stagehand. A woman with a headset and a clipboard turned and looked slightly confused as she approached Sabina.

“Yes?”

“Where is Ophelia?!” She demanded. The woman glanced inside the office, seeing it was empty.

“I’m not sure.”

“Isn’t that literally your job?”

“No?”

And that slight amount of backtalk was enough for Sabina to see red. She was having a bad week. And after hearing how Ophelia disrespected her and her friends, it didn't take much to push her over the edge. Her eyes narrowed and she wrapped her perfectly manicured fingers around this woman’s throat. After squeezing for a moment she threw her inside the office. The stagehand fell in a heap at the blonde’s feet.

“I guess I’ll just have to leave her a message.” Sabina grabbed the woman by her ugly brown hair and ripped her up to her feet. She threw her across the room, sending her sprawling on top of Ophelia’s desk. Paperwork and files scattered everywhere.

The blonde crawled on top of the desk and picked the stagehand up. She hoisted her over her shoulder and hit her with Sainte Savage Gory Neckbreaker on top of the desk! The desk gave out under the impact and the poor woman was left lain out, unconscious.

After a moment, Sabina took a deep breath, composing herself. She stood to her feet and gently brushed her expensive clothing off. With a smirk she surveyed her damage.

Reaching into her back pocket, Sabina pulled out a tube of red lipstick and left a message on Ophelia’s wall.

A gift.
Xoxo The Socialite Sorority

With a skip in her step, Sabina let out a soft laugh before leaving the office, closing the door behind her and heading down the hallway.

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“Guess I made a pretty good impression.”

Arrogance oozed from the cherry-toned lips of Sabina Sainte. The premier athlete was standing in front of a simple backdrop, her arms placed firmly on her hips. She was dressed in a simple pink Valentino halter dress with cutouts from their Spring 2022 collection. Her long hair was curled loosely around her shoulders.

“Second match in and I already get to absolutely destroy the Victory Champion. How exciting for me! Because I think it’s pretty clear that Ellie Quinn doesn’t stand a chance. Honestly, the fact that she is still champion is embarrassing. To like the entire company. How am I supposed to march around in a division with this ugly cunt as the face of it? Makes me want to vomit honestly.”

The blonde visibly cringes.

“I already know what you’re going to say Ellie. You’re expecting me to come out here pouting and stomping about my loss. I lost my first match. I should be in shambles, right? Ehh.” She shrugs “I couldn't care less. My bestie Mia came out on top and I am super excited for her! We’re all about women uplifting women!

And honestly, who the fuck cares about battle royales? The match is a literal crapshoot. I left the ring so I lost? Ok I guess. It doesn’t reflect on my record and truthfully I don’t care. It has NO bearing whatsoever this week. Because this isn’t a battle royale or some multiman shitshow. No. It’s one on one. Ellie Quinn has no choice but to stare across the ring and see my absolute perfect ass across from her.

So bring some better ammo if my one loss is all you’ve got Ellie. Because I’ve seen your career and losing is kind of what you do. Because let me make something clear, ANYONE can win a belt. It doesn’t put you above me or make you anything to fear. I mean, you only won yours because Angel interfered in your match. You didn’t actually win it because you were the better athlete. And your little defense against Chelsea last week? Bitch that doesn’t impress me. Chelsea Skye is like a baby giraffe who just learned to walk. She is NOTHING like the bitch you are about to face this week.

You are about to step into a standard match with a fucking technical goddess who is willing to do anything to win. This isn’t your wheelhouse. It’s mine. You’re a brawler. A fighter and a highflyer. So it’s pretty fucking clear what I’ll have to do to win. I just need to attack your limbs and make sure that I can keep you grounded. If you can’t add that extra impact to your moves, you’ll be like a deer in the headlights. What will you do? You’ll have no choice but to Kneel and Obey.”

Sabina let out a soft laugh, proud of herself for that little quip.

“This is my first real match and I’ll be damned if I let Ellie Quinn show me up. You may have a belt and more experience than me. But experience wrestling nobodies in bars and bingo halls is not the same as me training at the literal top facilities in the world. It doesn’t equate to my years of hard work, dedication and absolutely impeccable stamina and endurance training. I’m the better athlete in this match. I’m better technician in this match. And you rest on the strength of being champion and throwing around pathetic insults that scare women lesser than me.

Go ahead Ellie. Tell me you’re going to make me bleed or suffer or some other bullshit you can’t live up to. But I am not about to squander this opportunity. When I look at you I see dollar signs and there is nothing I love more than money! I know that beating you will skyrocket myself to the top of these ranks. I mean, who will be able to deny me a championship match when I have a win over the literal fucking champion? And with my sights set on you, you better hold that fucking title close. Cherish your time spent with it. Because now that I know it’s within my reach, nothing will stop me from getting it, Ellie. This week I beat your ass in front of the entire world and cement my spot in this business. I put to bed all the boring rhetoric about me being nothing more than a spoiled brat with a trust fund. Because, while I obviously am that. I also happen to be fucking amazing inside that ring.

Because the Sainte’s don’t lose. We don’t know the meaning of that word. So while you drag yourself out of a drunken stupor and stumble into the ring with a nonchalant attitude. I will march down to that ring with clear eyes and a fire in my fucking belly. This isn’t a first blood match. You will have to do a lot more than hit me with a baseball bat to win. You’ll have to outwrestle me. You’ll have to survive my technique and my submission skill, which I know is one of your many weaknesses. Try and get inside my head all you want, Ellie. But remember that I’m not one of these goodie girls you’re used to facing.

I won’t let ANYTHING hold me back. I will do anything and everything I have to win this match. I’ll bend and snap a rule if I have to. Because having that win in my record over you? It’s fucking worth it. So I hope you bring your A game. I hope you shake off that hangover and let the realization wash over you. That this is the end of your ride at the top. The Socialite Sorority is here. And no matter what Ophelia thinks, we’re here to make a fucking impact. And you’re just the first mark on our path to super fucking stardom!

So get ready to be hazed. And get used to it. Because it won't be the last time."

And with a simple wink, the camera fades to black.

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JULY 28, 2022 - TOTAL CHAOS TRAINING

Luca’s arm was draped over her as her phone vibrated in her pocket. As Sabina took it out of her pocket, she saw it was her mother. Her face contorted into a look of annoyance. Luca took notice and took a step away, so she could take the call. She pushed that feeling down and painted a fake smile across her face. Sabina accepted the facetime and her mother’s worried face greeted her.

“Hi mom.” She tried to keep the sass from her voice. To avoid a fight.

“Sabina. Your sister has been arrested, again!” She sounded exasperated. Bringing a hand to her mouth she shook her head.

Sabina had to stifle a laugh. Her sister did this, a lot. “What was the protest for this time?” Her tone was flippant.

Her younger sister, Filamina, had become a bit of a social justice warrior over the last few years. Climate change rallies, women’s rights rallies, Black Lives Matter rallies. She’d been arrested at all of them.

“I don’t know! But apparently in the struggle she broke a cop’s nose.”

“Amazing.” Sabina couldn’t hide her excitement. But the look her mother gave her cut like a knife and the smile evaporated from her face.

“This isn’t funny, Sabina! The lawyers said it’s bad.”

With a roll of her eyes, the blonde shrugged. “Like how much?” What was a fine to a bunch of rich billionaires?

“Not a fine. Jail time!”

Her mother let out a wail as she flopped down on the couch in her luxurious living room. She placed the back of her hand to her forehead dramatically. Sabina’s face twisted into a look of confusion and disbelief.

“Jail time? We’re rich! Rich people don’t go to jail!”

“Well apparently this judge is looking to make an example out of her. And she is refusing to cooperate.”

Silence hung in the air for a moment. Sabina didn’t know what to say. Real consequences weren’t something that befell their family. Money had always been their out. No matter what trouble her or Fila had gotten into, her parents had paid their way out of it. Donated libraries, fundraising events, donations to the police union. Something had always worked.

This couldn't be real. It didn't feel real.

As Sabina looked into her screen, she saw actual fear across her mother’s face. Something that cold-hearted bitch had never shown before.

“I cannot have a daughter in jail! What you’re doing is bad enough.”

And every care Sabina had for her mother disappeared in that moment. Because of course everything was about her.

“You need to talk to her! Get her to cooperate, Sabina.” Sabina and Fila were more than sisters. They were besties. And more than that, Fila looked up to her sister. Listened to her.

With a sigh she nodded. This was the last thing she needed. “Okay.” She replied softly before hanging up.

Her sister could go to jail. Her baby sister.

She put her hand to her face. “Fuck.”

She was having a bad week.