Modesty is such a rare virtue in today’s society, especially within the wrestling industry. In fact, most of our superstars constantly put down the other in an attempt to put themselves over. But what they don’t realize is by damning their opponent, they are spitting in their own faces. If defeating Rebecca Rancid was such an easy feat, why wish to even attend the match? One surely would have not accomplished anything of great significance by beating her. Celeste Starr constantly underestimated the dominance Rebecca Rancid had over her. She neglected the fact that Rebecca had been in the industry years ahead of herself and that it would work to her advantage in the match. Celeste Starr was an ignorant bitch.

It was not modesty that Rebecca needed to feel with competition like this. She was an accomplished wrestler, she proved nothing to others as she didn’t need to but many respected her for one reason. Her maneuvers, her technique, every match she’s had since her first have differed greatly from the other. There was not one single similarity in them aside from hitting her finish moves. Those who stood before the line of ignorance - not intending to cross it - knew that walking into a match with the pyro princess was quite similar to walking on a mine field. Whether or not they applied caution to the situation was null and void. It was quite an unpredictable journey and every road block that sprung from within the earth’s surface did not simply stop you like an immovable object usually would but blew up, killing you in the process, with no prior warning whatsoever. It did not need to warn you.

Celeste Star ran her mouth constantly about her upcoming opponent during the course of the week. She spoke to whoever would listen whether it be family, friends, people from Rebecca’s past and even random strangers she socialized with. Even throwing Kevin Sane under the bus before forcing a dildo down his throat a la April was a must to impress the blonde bombshell in Rebecca Rancid. Our miss don’t give a fuck found it amusing as she watched the copycat troll for attention. She thought about considering Celeste as a worthy adversary but then changed her mind. Though she had given Caden Lane the benefit of the doubt prior to this match, she received no such pleasure in beating her down. Caden was a quitter but this bitch surely wasn’t one. Rebecca truly appreciated that, more than Celeste would ever know. In fact, she’d hide the fact that she did as she did not want to further inflate the porn star’s ego. However, Rebecca’s main goal this week was not to ensure that Celeste put effort into her match but to crush any confidence the wannabe whore had in order to defeat her.

An assortment of flower petals rained from the top of Rebecca’s white sheets onto the light beige fur that carpeted her suite. Her bright blue eyes were open already as she gazed upon her partner that lay in bed, face down on the pillow. His hand, however, lay across her scantily clad body, preventing her from making any abrupt movements. She slowly pushed it away and he subconsciously withdrew it whilst turning away from her, his face still not visible. Sitting up on the bed now, she lifted her long blonde locks, bunching them atop her head and keeping it still with a hair tie. She gazed at the man sleeping next to her - only she could see him - and pouted.

“Oops,�?/FONT> she said softly and proceeded to get out of bed, after pulling a pink silk robe around her infallible body that is.