Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2017 17:41:28 GMT -5
Becky Balfour, voice of #TheSociety stopped in front of a gym where she plans to meet her boyfriend, Seth Lawless. With only a lone follower at her side, she stopped just in front of the gym. Removing her glasses, she instructed the follower to do the same.
Becky Balfour: Guard the door. I want NOBODY coming in or out. Got it?
The Follower nodded his head. This was a public gym, but Becky had a tendency of only working out with Seth. She walked inside leaving the burly Follower at the door.
Becky Balfour: “Seth?”
The deeper she walked into the gym, the clearer it became that no one else was in the gym, which was just the way she liked it, but Seth told her to meet here. Becky pulled her phone out and looked at the text message that Seth had sent her.
Becky Balfour: Are you serious? I’m at the wrong gym. Lovely.
Balfour, who planned to borrow a shirt to wear for training since what she was wearing was anything but gym attire, pulled Twitter up and deleted a tweet stating where she would be training at. The tweet was sent out to bring other potential followers to her, but with being at the wrong location, the tweet was no longer needed. With a swipe, the tweet was gone. The blonde started to remove her leather jacket due to the heat when she heard a noise at the door.
Becky Balfour: Hello? I told you...no one enters. Is it that fucking hard to understand?
The instructions were shouted to her Follower as Becky approached the door.
Male voice: I guess no one sent me the memo.
This wasn’t the person Becky was expecting. His blonde hair was a sight she was not wanting to see. Her fists clenched as Adrien Cochrane stands in front of her.
Adrien Cochrane: You know what they say about posting your location on the internet, right?
Becky took a few steps backwards with a surprised smile on her face. It wasn’t a defiant smile, it was more of a caught off guard expression.
Becky Balfour: Where is my Follower?
Her voice was cold. She finished taking her jacket off and let it drop to the floor by her platform heels. Clearly, she was in no position to instigate a fight, not without meeting Seth first to get her change of clothing. She would talk her way out of it, at least that was the plan.
Becky Balfour: I’m going to ask one more time. WHERE IS MY FOLLOWER?
Adrien Cochrane: I asked him to take a walk around the block for a little bit. I promised him I wasn’t coming to physically harm his leader so he decided it was in his best interest not to be around.
Adrien smiles, knowing he’s put Becky in a position where she finally doesn’t have the control she so craves. He’s got her completely shaken and off balanced.
Adrien Cochrane: And believe me, that is my intention. Just a few words with you.
Becky Balfour: What exactly do we have to talk about? I think I made my statement loud and clear the last time we were in the same room. How are you, by the way?
She smirked, referencing the low kick she delivered to him in Virginia on July 7th. She takes another step backwards however, the smirk fading as her back hits a wall. She keeps her eyes locked on The Dropkick King.
Becky Balfour: My Follower wouldn’t just leave. They are trained. Obedient. They will do anything for me.
She tries looking beyond Adrien, but the burly man is nowhere in sight, at least not that she can see.
Adrien Cochrane: Your follower also realized how many of them it took to take me down, so even if this was one of the biggest ones you have, he decided it wasn’t a fight worth losing. Say what you want about your followers, Becky, but they are human with emotions, whether you want them to have that or not.
Adrien pulls out a small camera from his pocket. He clicks a button, points it at the two wrestlers, and mounts it on a nearby weight machine.
CAMERA: ON
Adrien Cochrane: I guess my words are mostly just a question. You seem to have a lot to say to me on a medium where I don’t get to say a whole lot in response, such as Union Battleground. So this is me, my terms and my setting, wanting to speak to you about this match you’ve been so desperately craving against me. And I want you to say that you will have this match with me ON CAMERA.
Adrien points at the GoPro, pointed at them.
Adrien Cochrane: Becky Balfour, leader of #TheSociety. Adrien Cochrane, the Dropkick King. Coup De Grace. Let’s have that match, Becky. This time, you will finally be in a position where you can’t hide behind an angry mob. You will be stuck inside that ring with me until one of us is pinned. You want to prove you’re better than me, Becky. Let’s see you take action instead of just making snipes at me constantly on Twitter.
Looking into the camera and realizing now she has a potential audience, Becky relaxes.
Becky Balfour: That’s all you came here for? This is what I wanted. Don’t you see, Adrien? I called you to the last show because I knew if I put you in front of a camera, you would crumble. My plan worked perfectly. So a match? It will be your funeral. Now, get out of my fucking way. I have things to do.
She reaches down, picking up her leather jacket as her phone drops out of the pocket.
Becky Balfour: You made me drop it. Pick it up.
Adrien smiles as he grabs his GoPro, slipping it back into the pocket of his own leather jacket for exiting out the very door he entered moments ago.
CAMERA: OFF
Adrien Cochrane: Have a good workout.
Becky Balfour: Congrats on finally growing a pair.
Her words escaped her lips to rip at him, she had a way of pushing buttons. She reaches down, picking up her phone. She lifts it up and begins live streaming as she walks behind him out of the gym. With her voice a hush, she narrates for the viewers.
CAMERA: ON
Becky Balfour: Adrien Cochrane came to Union Battleground, and I sent him out with his hands on his…
She stops herself, laughing, hinting at the low blow she gave him.
Becky Balfour: Now he comes to my hometown, and I send him packing again. Let this be a lesson for anyone opposing MY Society...it’s about me. It’s about us, and anyone else? Gets dealt with.
The camera phone clearly captures Adrien Cochrane as he heads towards his rental car in the parking lot.
Becky Balfour: Join us...or fall. Like that coward.
Cochrane notices Becky following him as he opens his car door, shaking his head as she has her phone pointed at him.
Adrien Cochrane: Are you mumbling over there? Pointing your camera phone at me, I see. It’s what I’ve told you before, Becky. You can say everything you want. You can try to spin things anyway you want to. Because in the grand scheme of things, your words are empty and hollow. Your actions are the only things that matter. So go ahead, video me driving off and try to make yourself look like some sort of hero. Just remember that I have my own video of you backing up as I simply told you that I wanted you in the ring. So I repeat, have a good workout and all that jazz.
Adrien closes the door, locking it, and starting the engine. He pulls out of the parking lot but not before sticking his tongue out at Becky as he drives off. Becky returns the gesture with a middle finger of her own before abruptly ending her live stream.