Phoebe has been dreading this match ever since she put out a challenge.
That's despite the fact that she agreed that things between her and Aella were far... far from over. The lazy ref (who was fired a few weeks after their match) awarded Phoebe an undeserved win, which the Detective felt dirty accepting, the two women discussing the potential match...
...but Phoebe blowing up at Aella for digging into her family history didn't win her any friends. Though Aella herself didn't talk about the incident much in interviews, rumors online circulated about the two's conversation, with the internet collectively deciding based on the unknown conversation that Phoebe was a mean, hotheaded rookie, while Aella was a helpful veteran who got unfairly yelled at, who accepted a brutal challenge from her evil rival. Some other bad dirt sheet rumors (like Phoebe paid off the ref to count fast) didn't help matters.
Slowly but surely, Phoebe noticed in her recent matches that she recieved a mixed reaction her way. 1 jeer turned to 2, to 4...It wasn't that bad that it caused a collision between the crowd's reaction and her actions in the ring... but it was digging at the Detective, little by little...
And it made Phoebe all the more angry as time went on.
As such, she was entering the match tonight as the bad guy.
And as she checks her Twitter one last time before shutting the phone in her locker room, she grits her teeth. She hated to be misrepresented like this. Hated to appear as the villain. But no matter how much she tried to be a hero, quitting the force, her entry into wrestling...the world was determined to fit her into the villain position:
"Ms. Just--"
"FUCK THE WORLD! ...", Phoebe shouted, as she realized that a stagehand had entered the locker room:
"I-ignore that...", she said to the worker, startled, but she quickly shook her head and composed herself: "You are up in 2 minutes"
Nodding, the stage hand left... and the feeling of anger in Phoebe continued to boil.
Phoebe drove down the entrance ramp on her motorcycle as usual, and the crowd's reaction let itself be known. There were cheers...but the boos drowned them out. Hate was often louder than love... and this crowd was evidence of that to Phoebe. Under her mask, she grit her teeth, and drove around the ropeless ring, parking it at the commentator's table as she hopped off her motorcycle.
Phoebe raised her arm... and the jeers grew louder as a result.
She peeked over at her foe. Aella legitimately looked like an angel had come down from the heavens to smite down the evil that was the black (and cyan) clad Phoebe Justice.
"Fuck it..."
The still-raised fist turned into a middle finger... aimed squarely at the older woman.
Taking off her jacket and mask, Phoebe threw it down on her motorcycle. If she was the villain tonight, she was going to make sure that evil prevailed. She was going to make sure Aella knew... and anyone else who wanted to try - that if they wanted to dig into her past, if they didn't lay off when she told them, then there was a price to pay...
Phoebe hopped onto the ring, taking her place at her corner, still pointing the middle finger her way, until she turned at the ref:
"Start the match."
"Hm? But..."
"It's a no disqualification stipulation. Start the fucking match., Phoebe would angrily tell the ref, as they turned to Aella for confirmation...
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