#gcvtd

[chvmpiionsx]

( sms ) : please tell me you know where prince is? kenny

(💬 — Mastermind ☠️): I thought he was with you.

(💬 — Mastermind ☠️): Fuck. He would go MIA now. And I bet he left his cell phone in some random place too…Let me guess. You have it?

[batt1ecries]

— " y'are practically haunting me at this point. "

Well that was a statement Rhea practically heard, in so many words, on a weekly basis. But from Becks? It just hit different. ❝ How so? Is it because I declared my entry to win my second Roy.al Rum.ble? ❞ Her accolades speak for themselves so why not add becoming the first woman to win two of those matched in a row? ❝ You better stay out of my way, @gcvtd - no matter which number I pick, because I'm still winning the whole bloody thing. ❞ She smiled with painted lips.

[luch3gor3]

" again ... we're running this until we get it perfect ! " | NICK—BECKY @gcvtd

“I think your trying to break my back here Bex. Why are we doing this again? Cause’ I know I always got my moves down. I think your just nervous to have to keep up with me.” Nick smiles, cheeky as he almost sticks out his tongue at her from his teasing. Something about her makes him feel comfortable enough to just be himself, which is a little rare unless you spent maybe a hazardous roadtrip with him or two. Which makes him wonder if that would be a possibility down the road sometime. Now he is just getting distracted by Becky’s in his head from the one right in front of him.

[mamisms]

@gcvtd post rumble riplynch love

Rhea found Becky backstage still pacing off the frustration, arms crossed and jaw tight, and didn’t even try to hide the grin tugging at her face. “Alright, c’mon,” she said, stepping into her space and bumping her shoulder lightly. “I know that wasn’t how you wanted tonight to go, but you went out swinging.” She tilted her head, trying—and failing—not to laugh. “I mean… swinging wildly.” Becky shot her a look, and that was all it took for Rhea to finally crack. She snorted, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she said through a laugh. “But you looked like a bloody cartoon character, Becks. Arms everywhere, hair flying, just absolute chaos.” Her smile softened as she reached out, giving Becky a quick squeeze on the arm. “Doesn’t mean you didn’t scare the hell outta half the ring.”

Rhea sobered just enough to meet her eyes, confidence steady and reassuring. “One bad night doesn’t erase who you are,” she said firmly. “Chamber’s coming up, and that’s another shot at Mania, for you and for me.” A smirk returned. “So we lick our wounds, laugh it off… and then we go take what we’re owed.”

[p1nfalled]

𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 from @gcvtd : " looks like tiffy time is over ... "

walking   into   the   locker   room,   she   was   still   fresh   off   her   loss.   she   had   been   embarrassed   and   it   wasn’t   a   feeling   she   was   use   to,   in   fact   she   hated   it.   and   even   more,   the   woman   that   ruined   what   should   have   been   her   perfect   title   reign.   who   was   she   to   come   back   to   nxt   and   take   the   spotlight   away   from   her?   this   was   her   time,   becky   should   have   been   a   thing   of   nxt’s   past.   and   yet,   some   how   she   became   tiffany’s   problem   and   why?   it   wasn’t   her   fault   the   irish   woman   had   never   won   the   nxt   title.   perhaps   where   others   saw   arrogance   in   the   rising   star,   she   simply   took   as   her   own   confidence.   she   knew   her   worth   and   that   she   was   destined   be   the   it   girl,   the   star.   so   truly,   she   saw   no   other   way   to   view   becky’s   actions   other   than   pure   jealousy,   that   someone   else   was   eventually   going   to   come   for   her   spot   (   at   least   that’s   what   she   told   herself   ).

but   when   hazel   optics   landed   on   the   new   champion,   the   image   alone   of   becky   standing   with   her   title   was   enough   to   make   her   blood   boil.   eyes   rolled   in   annoyance,   scoffing,   “   puh-lease,   you   might   be   able   to   brag   for   right   now   but   my   title   will   be   coming   right   back   where   it   belongs,   trust   me.   “   an   icy   tone   laced   within   her   words,   the   animosity   more   than   evident.   “   don’t   you   have   someone   else   to   go   brag   to   or   are   you   trying   to   scope   out   which   new   talent   you   want   to   try   and   steal   the   spotlight   from   next?   “   as   glossy   pink   lips   gave   the   new   champion   a   sardonic   smile.   because   something   told   the   blonde,   this   wasn’t   about   to   be   a   pleasant   conversation   between   them,   it   never   was.

[kingswitch]

@gcvtd continued from here.

{ sms ; bex } You know you don't need an excuse to come see me.

{ sms ; bex } I hope you don't mind me having to move it but I do appreciate some fine, genuine leather. I can't get behind all this vegan leather stuff.

{ sms ; bex } but feel free to stop by again. how've you been anyway?

[devilslvl]

@gcvtd       :        continued

[    TXT     ⤷    BECKS    ]     yeah,   can't   sleep. [    TXT     ⤷    BECKS    ]     too   busy   thinking   about   my   match   with   brody   on   wednesday. [    TXT     ⤷    BECKS    ]     fuckin'    bullshit,   if   you   ask   me.

[chvmpiionsx]

" i'm beginning to suspect you're enjoying these little games, boyo. " finn, pre tjd!becks recruitment funsies?

He had been waiting for her by the curtain, arms folded against his chest as he allowed a smirk to show against his features. “Well I can’t resist when you make it so darn easy.” He teased, shoulders shrugging.

“But the way I see it if I keep on ya, you will eventually give me what I want.” He took a step in front of her, preventing her from moving any further. “—and we both know what that is. So are you in? Or do you want to keep playing this ‘lil cat and mouse game we’ve been doing for weeks now.”