Post by Betsy Gallagher on Apr 8, 2022 20:53:59 GMT -5
TIMES UNION CENTER
ALBANY, NEW YORK
SOMEWHERE WITHIN
Days before Proving Ground XXXIV: Death and Taxes, Betsy is already at Times Union Center in Albany, New York, taking stock of the arena. She's wearing an ensemble of pink and black, not as positive as she usually is, more downtrodden and perhaps even cluttered in the head. I debuted in this company with a three-match winning streak, got myself a championship opportunity just like that, and then after losing a second one right after the first, things just got out of hand. She shakes her head, negative thoughts filling it as she continues walking along the halls of the backstage area, eyes wandering around her, even though her mind is clearly elsewhere. I did get two more wins after, but one was in a multi-person tag match and the other was a match that didn't even begin. Betsy was still a little miffed that her singles match with Elena DeDraca didn't even happen, what with the latter's own personal entanglements. Such a shame, really. Could have been a great match for the country, a great match for me. It would be a lie if Betsy said she did not intend to get herself back on track at Elena's expense. She didn't think the woman would be easy prey. Far from it. It was just that she really needed to get herself back on track, was very desperate for a victory in singles competition, but that didn't happen, did it? Then I lost again. At Fools Rush In. Got pinned in a Fatal Fourway Match. Now that was demoralizing.
It had dawned on Betsy that she hasn't really been the same after losing that Warrior Rising championship opportunity, two of them, in quick succession. Sure, she hasn't had that many singles match since to prove herself worthy of another chance, but two title losses in a row didn't help her case. She needed another singles victory, a proper one, to take that first step back into contention, but so far? No dice. She wondered then, if she would be better off in the tag team division, even if just for a little bit, to see how that goes. But with whom as my partner? Well, in her next match, she was scheduled to face the tag team of Cadillac Jackson and TJ Thompson, with Lexi Gold as her partner. Lexi Gold... Who was in the Fatal Fourway Match at Fools Rush In, where I was pinned... Betsy browsed the deepest recesses of her memory to conjure up the time where they were even in a team together. It wasn't an old memory but she put it in the back of her mind, as more insecurities and doubts clogged up the forefront of her thoughts. In Like a Lion? We won that Four vs. Four Match... Maybe we can win this match, too, and go for tag team gold?
Betsy was unceremoniously dragged back into reality, her present, when some backstage hand bumped into her. He apologized profusely and she just waved him off, not really in the mood to talk to anyone right now. She was already too busy with her own negativity to handle anything else at the moment. Maybe I just don't belong here? Maybe I should just quit wrestling. Maybe she just needs a vacation. There were far too many maybes in her head today, for the past few days even, but one thing's for certain, when that bell rings, she will always be focused in her match. There was no excuse. Win or lose, she had to give it her all. Always. That's what mum and dad taught me. That's what Charles, Ricky, and I should always do. Well, her and Charles. Ricky was a dumbass. He had too small of a brain and too stubborn of a head to figure that out. Family comes first. I need to stop embarrassing them. She heaved a sigh, putting her hands in her pockets, and moving on. For now anyway. Maybe I'll get whatever this place is famous for. Hotdogs? All American states have a famous hotdog, that much she was sure.
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