Bellatrix Bordeaux

[WelshyBOI]

General Information


Name: Bellatrix Bordeaux.
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 120lbs.
D.O.B.: May 8, 2000.
Age: 23.
Hometown: Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
Twitter Handle: @TrixieFWA.
PRO Debut: 2022.

Character Information/Backstory


Nickname(s)
- “Trix” or “Trixie” (used in conversation as shortened versions of her full name).
- “The Hex Girl”
- “Queen of the Deathmatch”

Face/Heel/Tweener: Face.

Background
Born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Bellatrix Bordeaux, sister of fellow wrestler and Tag Team partner Bret Bordeaux, was essentially raised by Bret after their parent's passing when she was eight. Bellatrix took their passing extremely hard, and never truly bounced back from it. Whereas Bret had become an adult at thirteen, taking on the responsibility of looking after his sister, Bellatrix - or "Trixie" for short - never really grew up emotionally. To get away from the reality of her situation, she spent the vast majority of her life hiding inside her mind, spending most of her time daydreaming herself to a better place, trying to get as far away from the pain of the real world as possible, causing her to have an air of obliviousness about her. As a result of her tendency to drift off into her head, she spent very little time paying attention in school, causing her not to learn very much, and as a result, she has very little understanding of most things.

As the siblings grew older, Bret attempted to help Trix find a passion, a hobby, something to work towards, a life goal, but to no avail. It's not that she was incapable, in fact, quite the opposite... on the occasion that she put genuine effort in, it usually resulted in success, but those days were few and far between due to her tendency to drift off into another world. On top of that, most other kids tended to find Trixie to be weird and creepy, and as a result, would tease and bully her, which usually resulted in Trix getting into fights with sometimes multiple kids at once. Although resulting in her being kicked out of school and any clubs or classes that Bret would sign her up for, these fights would be the only thing she ever truly excelled at, with most of these fights ending with one or multiple kids on the floor crying or unconscious, and Bellatrix standing, although looking worse for wear.

While beginning his career as a Pro Wrestler, and having some minor successes, Bret still spent much of his free time trying to help Bellatrix find something to do, as she was reaching the age where she needed to start thinking about what she was going to do to make money. After repeatedly failing to make anything stick, however, Bret had a brain wave...for most of her life, Trix was getting pushed into activities and classes, would get bullied, would end up in fights, and would get kicked out of these activities and classes, but what if fighting WAS her activity? What if fighting WAS her job? Having left a sea of broken arms and noses, busted lips, and black eyes in her wake, and having received similar injuries but always seemed to get back up, Bret decided that he was going to bring Trixie along for the ride when he signed to Against Medical Advice (AMA) Wrestling in December of 2021 and being assigned to the Tag Team Division.

Gimmick
Bellatrix Bordeaux is a dotty young woman who has a generally upbeat and cheerful demeanour but is, however, very childlike in how she acts and speaks, due to her never really growing up mentally after her parent’s death, and is very clueless when it comes to most subjects, including most of how Professional Wrestling works. She relies extremely heavily on the direction given by her brother, to the point that she wouldn’t know what to do without him. Her childlike personality includes the tendency to get overly emotional and worried about generally meaningless things, and she’s prone to having emotional outbursts. She’s loyal to a fault to the point that if she considers you a friend, she’ll have your back whenever and wherever you need it. Pretty much everyone who’s ever had any interaction with Trixie thinks she’s batshit crazy, and they’re not particularly wrong in their assessment, but, above all of her flaws, of which there are many… and many more than that, Bellatrix Bordeaux has a gigantic heart. So, in that sense, if you’re nice to Trixie, you’ve made a friend that you probably don’t want, and if you’re mean to Trixie, then you’re the problem because she’s a fucking sweetheart! ;P

FWA Championships Won
- FWA X Champion (1 time) (Current)

Spoiler: FWA X Championship

- FWA Trios Champion (with Blair and Celestia Ravenwood) (1 time) (236 days)

Spoiler: FWA Trios Championships

FWA Accomplishments
- First-Ever FWA Trios Champion
- Longest Reigning FWA Trios Champion (236 days)
- King of the Deathmatch Tournament 2024 Winner
- First female Winner of the KOTDM Tournament
- Third-Ever Female X Champion

FWA Win/Loss Record: 17-12

Spoiler: FWA Win/Loss Record Specifics

Singles Record: 10-9.
Tag Team Record: 7-3.
One-On-One Record: 10-5.
Deathmatch Record: 7-1.
Battle Royal Record: 1-1.
Trios Record (with members of The Coven): 4-1.
Back in Business Record: 1-0

FWA Match History​

Match Number	Show	Match/Opponent	Result	Other
#1	FALLOUT 025: 'Siempre'	Singles Match vs. Shawn Summers	Loss via Pinfall	FWA Debut.
#2	FIGHT NIGHT: The Final Four	10-Person Tag Team Match Partners: Chris Peacock, XYZ, Tommy Bedlam, and Kleio de Santos vs. Devin Golden, Reagan Cole, Lizzie Rose, Kayden Knox, and Joe Burr	Win via Chris Peacock pinning Joe Burr
#3	Back In Town 2023 PPV	Singles Match vs. Reagan Cole (w/TYLER and Jeffry Mason)	Loss via Pinfall
#4	FALLOUT 026: "CAPITOL HILL"	6-Person Tag Team Match Partners: XYZ and Sawyer Xavier vs. Logan Darwin, Darius Wright, and Madison Gray	Win via Bellatrix Bordeaux pinning Logan Darwin
#5	FALLOUT 027: "MOTOR CITY"	Tag Team Match Partner: Kleio De Santos vs. Jason Randall and XYZ	Win via Kleio De Santos pinning Jason Randall
#6	'King of the Deathmatch' PPV 2023 (Night One)	X Rules Deathmatch vs. Weaselperson	Win via Pinfall	King of the Deathmatch Tournament - Round of 16
#7	'King of the Deathmatch' PPV 2023 (Night One)	Clockwork Orange House of Fun Deathmatch vs. Jeffry Mason	Loss via Pinfall	King of the Deathmatch Tournament - Quater Finals
#8	Carnal Contendership 2023 PPV	The 2023 Carnal Contendership Match/30-Person Batlle Royale	Loss via Katsu Eliminating Trixie Bordeaux	Was the 13th person eliminated. Lasted 10 minutes and 19 seconds
#9	FALLOUT 028: "NOLA"	Four-Way Match vs. Shawn Summers (C) vs. Death Walker vs. XYZ	Loss via Shawn Summers pinning Death Walker	For the FWA Television Championship
#10	FALLOUT 029: "KEEP FALLOUT WEIRD"	6-Person Tag Team Match Partners: Blair and Celestia Ravenwood (The Coven) vs. Jason Randall, Death Walker, and XYZ	Win via Celestia Ravenwood pinning XYZ
#11	FALLOUT 030: "SOUTH OF THE BORDER"	Deathmatch vs. Reagan Cole	Win via Pinfall
#12	MELTDOWN XXXI: "IN DREAMS"	Singles Match vs. Michelle von Horrowitz	Loss via Pinfall	Meltdown Debut
#13	Back in Business 2023 PPV	Trios Battle Royale Partners: Blair and Celestia Ravenwood (The Coven)	Win via Trixie Bordeaux Eliminating Cali Hayama	- For the FWA Trios Championships - Won the FWA Trios Championships
#14	MELTDOWN XXXII: "UNSANCTIONED"	Singles Match vs. Sawyer Xavier	Win via Pinfall
#15	Anniversary Show 2023 PPV	Singles Match vs. Chris Crowe	Loss via Pinfall
#16	MELTDOWN XXXIII: "WHAT IS THE CAPITAL OF BOTSWANA?"	Tag Team Match Partner: Celestia Ravenwood vs. Chris Peacock and Alyster Black (FTN)	Loss via Alyster Black pinning Celestia Ravenwood
#17	Lights Out 2023 PPV	6-Person Tag Team Match Partners: Blair and Celestia Ravenwood vs. Cali Hayama, Katsu and Ririko (Yokai Death Squad)	Win via Blair Ravenwood pinning Cali Hayama	- For the FWA Trios Championships - Retained the FWA Trios Championships
#18	FALLOUT 034: "FROM HERE TO TIMBUKTU"	Three-Way Match vs. Cali Hayama vs. Jackson Fenix	Loss via Jackson Fenix pinning Trixie Bordeaux
#19	FALLOUT 035: "BUDDY BOWL"	Tag Team Match Partner: Aaron Harrows vs. Weaseldreamer and Madison Gray	Loss via Madison Gray pinning Aaron Harrows	Buddy Bowl Tournament - First Round
#20	FALLOUT 036: "GULAG ORKESTAR"	Winter Plunderland Deathmatch vs. Jeffry Mason	Win via Pinfall
#21	Winter Wasteland 2023 PPV	6-Person Tag Team Match Partners: Blair and Celestia Ravenwood vs. Nate Savage, Jackson Fenix and Xperienx Silenx (The Undisputed Xperienx)	Win via Celestia Ravenwood pinning Nate Savage	- For the FWA Trios Championship - Defended the FWA Trios Championship
#22	FALLOUT 037: "THE MARCH BEGINS"	5-Way Match vs. Cyrus Truth vs. Gabrielle vs. Jay Kenny vs. Johnny Johnson	Loss via Cyrus Truth submitting Johnny Johnson	#1 Contenders Match for the FWA World Championship
#23	FALLOUT 038: “対馬.”	Singles Match vs. Brooklyn Steiner	Win via Pinfall
#24	Fight Night 2024 PPV	6-Person Tag Team Match Partners: Blair and Celestia Ravenwood vs. Trash Mammal, Halloween Knight and Juan Tothrefor (TR1CK or TR4SH)	Loss via Trash Mammal pinning Celestia Ravenwood	- For the FWA Trios Championship - Lost the FWA Trios Championship
#25	‘King of the Deathmatch’ 2024	8x1v1 Cage of Death Match vs. Anzu Kurosawa	Win via Pinfall	King of the Deathmatch Tournament - Round of 16
#26	'King of the Deathmatch' 2024	Fans Bring the Weapons Deathmatch vs. Aaron Harrows	Win via Pinfall	King of the Deathmatch Tournament - Quarter-Finals
#27	'King of the Deathmatch' 2024	10,000 Light Tubes Can't be Wrong Deathmatch vs. XYZ	Win via Pinfall	King of the Deathmatch Tournament - Semi-Finals
#28	'King of the Deathmatch' 2024	No Ropes Barbed Wire 'Spider's Web' Deathmatch vs. Johnny Johnson	Win via Pinfall	- King of the Deathmatch Tournament - Finals - For the FWA X Championship -Won the King of the Deathmatch Tournament - Won the FWA X Championship
#29	FALLOUT 039: "AN ORIGINAL SHOW NAME"	Singles Match vs. Jason Randall	Win via Pinfall
#30	Carnal Contendership 2024 PPV	The 2024 Carnal Contendership Match/30-Person Battle Royale	Loss via Johnny Johnson Eliminating Trixie Bordeaux	Was the 3rd person eliminated. Lasted 8 minutes and 48 seconds.

In-Ring Style


Style of Wrestling: Human Punching Bag/Missile with Legs/Catfight style. Due to her severe lack of knowledge and training in Professional Wrestling, Trixie’s offence consists of punching, slapping, scratching, clawing, headbutting, and kicking her opponents until they stop trying to beat her up. She also has a knack for just launching her own body into her opponent, which usually results in her taking as much, if not more damage than her victim. Trixie also loves jumping off things, which usually doesn’t end well. Her matches usually consist of her taking an extraordinary beating and continuously trying to fight back however she can. She’s not strong, she’s not fast, she’s not ring savvy, she’s got pretty much zero experience and has limited training, but one thing she does have going for her is her ability to take a tremendous beating. She has no quit in her, and her pain threshold is almost superhuman. She’d sooner die than tap out. If she loses, it’s because she was put to sleep one way or another, and if she wins, it’s done in the most underdog way possible, but one thing’s for certain…she gave it everything she had, and then some.

Moves and Spots

Strikes
- Punches.
- Slaps.
- Eye Rakes.
- Back Rakes.
- Headbutts.
- Uppercut to Groin.
- Kick to Groin.

Grapples
- Snap DDT (the snap usually resulting in Bellatrix whacking her head off of the floor accidentally and knocking herself for a loop... opp. Standing or kneeling)
- Sit-Out Jawbreaker
- Famouser
- Bulldog
- Snapmare + Dropkick Combo
- Neck Breaker

Running
- Thesz Press, with slapping, biting and headbutting, etc (Basically, just Trixie going nuts on her opponent).
- Crossbody (Bray Wyatt style, hurts herself in the process).
- Shoulder Tackle to Legs (can be botched, in which case it turns into a Head Tackle to Knees, hurting herself in the process).
- Running Bulldog (Mankind style).

Grounded Opponent
- Stomps.
- Soccerball Kicks.
- Headbutts (Paige style, without her weird theatrics).
- Slamming her opponent’s head into the canvas.
- Biting her opponent's head or neck.
- Headbutt to Groin

Corner
- Repeated Headbutts (opponent standing, Trixie knocks herself dizzy)
- Mudhole Stomps (opponent seated)
- Foot Choke (opponent seated)
- Baseball Slide Dropkick to Groin (opponent seated)

Diving (Top Turnbuckle)
- Crossbody (to standing opponent)
- Missile Dropkick (to standing opponent)

Apron
- Apron Spear (Opponent standing on the apron, Trixie’s in the ring. She charges at the opponent and launches herself into the opponent and sends them both crashing to the floor)

Springboard/Rope
- Cactus Clothesline
- Suicide Dive

Tag Team Moves
- Assisted Flying Headbutt to the Groin (Wassap! Dudley Boyz style. Trixie is D-Von)
- Pop-Up Splash (where she charges at her partner, who launches her in the air and she lands on a grounded opponent)
- Flying Crossbody (The opponent(s) are standing outside the ring. Her partner stands by the ropes, Trix charges them and they use her momentum and launch her over the top rope, giving her extra height, with Trixie crashing into one or multiple opponents)

Tag Team Finisher
- Nightmare on Bourbon Street (used primarily when teaming with her brother, Bret. Shatter Machine. Trixie is Dash, AKA the one delivering the Codebreaker portion of the move).

Signatures
- Bundle of Fun (Cannonball in the corner to seated opponent. Kevin Owens style).
- Torpedo Trixie (Torpedo Moscow, running spinning headbutt)
- Shotgun Dropkick (Finn Balor style. Used primarily to set up for the Whistling Trixie. Can also be used as a setup for Bundle of Fun)

Finishers
- Hocus-Pocus (Zig Zag/Jumping Sleeper Slam. Dolph Ziggler style)
- Whistling Trixie (Coffin Drop)

Signature Bump
- The opponent Irish Whips Trixie as hard as they can towards the turnbuckle, but instead of hitting the turnbuckle pads as normal, Trixie ends up getting yeeted sidewards between the middle and top turnbuckles, crashing spine first into the ring post and falling to the floor (cue potential dramatic 10-count).

Character Appearance/Design


Picture Base
Julia Hart

Ring Attire

The green patches in the picture are purple instead.

Entrance Information

Theme Music: "Only Love Can Save Me Now" - The Pretty Reckless


Entrance Motion

Introduction Promo

Spoiler: Trixie's Vignette from Fallout 024: 'Sea Level Sadism'

(From FALLOUT 024: 'SEA LEVEL SADISM')

As we return from a commercial break, we find ourselves in a dimly lit room, with the sole light revealing an FWA backdrop and a single stool. Sat on the stool is a young woman that looks to be in her early twenties. Her attire consists of a white Popeye’s Looney Tunes t-shirt, an unbuttoned grey and black plaid shirt that looks to be 3 sizes too big, ripped black skinny jeans and a dirty pair of white Chuck Taylors. The young woman has a nervous expression plastered on her face as a male-sounding voice coming from off-camera can be heard.

???: “Alright Trixie, we’re gonna turn the TV on now and you’re gonna read what it says, alright?”

With a shaky voice, the girl seemingly named Trixie responds.

Trixie: “Uh, o-okay….”

???: “Good. Any questions before we start?”

Trixie: “Uh, y-yeah… c-can I go to the bat-”

???: “Okay great! She’s ready! We’re switching the teleprompter on now!”

A different, female voice, interrupts.

Trixie: “W-what’s a telepropter?”

Trixie asks but is completely ignored as the female that’s seemingly directing traffic continues barking instructions.

???: “Right, lighting’s good! We look good to go! Okay, ready Trix? We go in 5, 4…”

Trixie: “I really need to go pee,”

Trixie states in a panicked voice, bouncing a little on her stool as the count continues.

???: “3, 2…”

Trixie: “I really don’t wanna do this...”

Trixie pleads, but to no avail.

???: “1…”

Trixie: “Bret please, I don’t wanna-”

Trixie says with a desperate tone in her voice before she is interrupted…

???: “ACTION!”

Trixie, startled by the excessively loud and sudden shouting of the word “action”, quickly jumps out of her seat and lands in an extremely overexaggerated fighting stance, with her legs spread wide and her hands looking ready to deliver a barrage of karate chops. After a couple of moments of near silence, with the only thing audible being Trixie’s rapid breathing, the female voice off-camera chirps up.

???: “Uh, Trixie…what are you doing?”

The male voice heard previously responds.

???: “She gets jumpy when in wrestling settings ever since we were jumped by some prick-ass Canadians, who tried drowning her in the pool in Club La Vela in Florida,”

There is a tinge of rage in his voice that quickly dissipates as he continues,

???: “Just gimmie a sec….”

Walking into view of the camera for the first time, we are greeted with the sight of an athletic-looking man in his mid-to-late twenties, whose face shares similarities with that of Trixie. The man walks over and gently lowers the still battle-ready Trixie’s hands with his own. He speaks in a soft, warm voice.

???: “Alright, Trix, calm down. No one’s coming after you, you’re safe. Just take a deep breath, and relax…”

Doing as she’s told, Trixie takes in a deep breath and exhales shakily.

???: “And again.”

And once more she takes a deep breath and exhales, this time a little less shaky. The man speaks again, with a warm smile on his face as Trixie responds with a simple nod before he continues.

???: “Good, better now? No one’s gonna dare try to hurt you, okay? Because if they did, I’d beat the fucking life out of them. You’re completely safe, alright?”

Again, Trixie nods, before taking one more deep breath to calm herself down. Having successfully calmed the on-edge trixie down, the man asks,

???: “Alright, you ready to do this thing?”

Trixie, although having calmed her fighting instincts, immediately shows a little of the nerves she had previous to being startled.

Trixie: “D-do I have to?”

The man responds bluntly.

???: “Well, the FWA want you to do a video showcasing who you are as a person. If you don’t do this video, they probably won’t wanna work with you, so, if you wanna make some money, then yes, you have to do this. So, ready to give it a shot?”

After a moment of thinking it over, Trixie nods in agreement, and after a gesture to sit from her consoler, Trixie plants herself back on the stool and looks towards the camera.

???: “Alright, remember, just read what’s on the teleprompter, okay?”

The man removes himself from the view of the camera.

Trixie: “Uh, Bret…what’s a ‘telepropter’?”

Bret: “It's the TV-looking thing, Trix. Words will appear on the TV, and it’s your job to read them. Understand?”

Trixie: “Umm, I think so…”

Bret, seemingly not wanting to waste any more time speaks to the female director,

Bret: “Alright, she’s as ready as she’ll ever be, let’s get it done.”

Heeding Bret’s words, the female voice says,

Director: “Alright, take two! Ready?... ACTION!”

Trixie’s body jumps a little on her stool, but this time she manages to keep her composure, and after a brief pause where she collects herself, she begins her monologue in an extremely monotonous voice.

Trixie: “Ladies and gentlemen my name is B-Bellatrix Bordeaux FWA Wrestling’s newest and soon-to-be greatest professional wrestler there ain’t nobody tougher than me in the wrestling business I’m the-”

Before she can continue her monologue, she’s interrupted by the voice of Bret.

Bret: “Uh Trix…why’re you reading that like a drowsey robot?”

Trixie: “I’m reading the telemucpropter thingy like you said!”

Bret: “Yeah I know, but you need to do it with a little panache, you get me?”

There is a hopeful undertone to his voice.

Trixie: “What’s a ‘panache’”

Bret: “Ya’ know, give it a bit of flair.”

Trixie: “But I don’t have a flare.”

Trixie is becoming increasingly confused with each passing second. An audible sigh can be heard from out of shot, followed by the astonished voice of the female director.

Director: “Are you thick or something? Like, seriously fucking stupid?”

Trixie has a furious expression forming on her face.

Trixie: “I’m not stupid! Or fat! You’re just a big meanie!”

Director: “I never called you fat!”

The female voice responds, matching Trixie’s tone and pitch, before continuing,

Director: “Look, all your brother’s asking is for you to read what’s on the fucking screen with a bit of attitude! Read it like you mean it! Read it in a way that makes it sound like you’re not reading! It ain’t fucking hard!”

Bret: “Alright, that’s enoug-”

Bret’s voice attempts to interject before it is completely shouted over by an irate Trixie.

Trixie: “STOP SHOUTING AT ME! I’m trying my hardest!”

Bret: “Alright guys, let’s calm it do-”

Director: “Yeah, well your ‘hardest’ ain’t good enough, you fucking idiot!”

Bret once again attempts to lessen the hostilities, before he’s interrupted by the female voice, and with that, Trixie snaps… Bursting off of her stool, Trixie charges at the camera, and presumably the person the female voice belongs to.

Trixie: “WRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

She is quickly intercepted by and lifted over the shoulder of her brother Bret, who in the process, knocks the camera over, leaving us with a sidewards view of a flailing Trixie, kicking and shouting as she’s carried out of shot as the scene fades, abruptly ending the video.

 

[SupineSnake]

Excellent - welcome aboard. Would like to see that intro promo, but you'll be booked on the next show (after Christmas) so watch out for the card.

 

[WelshyBOI]

Excellent - welcome aboard. Would like to see that intro promo, but you'll be booked on the next show (after Christmas) so watch out for the card.

I'll be making a start on the intro promo after I've stuffed my face with chips, lol.

I'll also be posting my 3 previous promos with the character in this thread as well just to have everything Trixie in one place.

 

[WelshyBOI]

"Are we Hitmen?"

Written By:
@WelshyBOI (Bellatrix Bordeaux)
and
@Patriot Pants (Bret Bordeaux)


The scene opens to give us a sky view of a rather beautiful image. We are greeted with the sight of an ocean that looks to be on fire, as the light from the slow falling sun glistens off of the waves. We see boats of various shapes and sizes cut their way through the water, greatly disturbing the otherwise tranquil ocean. The scene fades into a view of a busy street with french styling, littered with colorful beads and spilt cups, and the faint sound of jazz music playing in the background. We see a group of people enjoying a delicious-looking meal at a restaurant overlooking a mighty riverfront. Finally, the scene shifts to show a gray brick warehouse. The last remaining shreds of light from the setting sun protrude through the large, industrial windows. A few moments go by, before the scene fades to black, and is replaced by bold white text that reads…

16th January 2022
New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S.A

After a few moments, the text fades and we are graced with the sight of what looks to be the inside of a professional wrestling gym. The walls are adorned with a plethora of wrestling memorabilia, such as trophies, championship belts, and marquees. Despite being displayed with apparent pride, the awards and posters seem to not be well looked after, with many of the awards having been dented and scratched, and posters missing corners. Despite looking like it hasn’t been cleaned in a while, the place is well equipped, with weight benches, treadmills, rowing machines and punching bags of multiple varieties in various locations throughout, along with two full-sized wrestling rings.

As far as inhabitants are concerned, there aren’t many to speak of, just a scruffy looking young woman, sitting on the floor in front of one of the rings. Wearing a multicolored beanie hat, an unbuttoned black/gray/blue long-sleeved plaid shirt that's two sizes too big, with a Guns N' Roses tank top underneath, ripped black skinny jeans and a worn pair of white Nike sneakers, the young woman just sits there motionless, not even blinking as she stares at a man who's inside of the squared circle, watching as he runs the ropes and rolls around.

The man, dressed like he’s about to attend a wrestling funeral, is wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt, black shorts, black knee pads, black wrist wraps, and black shoes. He seems to be pushing himself, having broken into a sweat as he darts from one side of the ring to the other, performing springboard flips and landing on his feet, occasionally going to the top rope and performing a Diving Foot Stomp delivered with such ferocity, that it looks like it would mortally wound a victim upon impact. After a minute or two, the man comes to a halt, stopping by and resting himself against the ropes, leaning forward with his arms crossed over the top rope, his chest making contact with the rope. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he looks down upon the young woman, who had not moved so much as an inch from when she first caught our eye, and begins to speak, as she just stares at him, and stares… and stares.

“I know I make it look easy, but with a little practice, you'll be hitting this kind of stuff better than most vets can."

He nonchalantly shakes his head as if trying to get out any thoughts of doubt that may be creeping inside.

"Even if you don't, we'll be fine. You have me to pick up the slack, right?"

He pauses, seemingly waiting for a response, she does and says nothing, except stare. He continues.

"I mean, you're tagging with Bret Bordeaux! One of the hottest free agent signings of twenty-twenty-one. The upstart turned underdog, turned traveled champion. A guy who's wrestled in seven different countries with success."

He pauses and then laughs, she just stares.

"Man, I sound like an asshole, don't I?"

Bret quiets down his laugh and takes a breath.

"But for real, you and I have a chance here to make waves in tag team wrestling. I didn't ask you to join me in signing with AMA just because I thought you needed direction, I asked you to because I knew you'd be great at it. You have more potential than anyone I’ve ever seen and you and I, we've been picked to found a division in this company. And all we gotta do is run through three, maybe four, other teams. A cakewalk."

He bounces himself off the ropes, clearly getting a little excited as his voice rises a few tones. She just stares at him, as he begins to pace.

"I mean, unlike those other teams, we're an actual family. Not like those cultists in the Residence who brainwashed Nova Taylor into joining them. I mean, they beat the living crap out of her for months before she finally snapped, so I wouldn't call them anything close to a family. Hell, I watched the whole thing happen in LDW. It's free on YouTube, by the way, you should watch the tape on ‘em. They're dangerous. Especially Slate. I've seen him break dude's spines with that Bassline powerbomb. But you wanna know the worst thing about him?.."

Bret takes a breath, a look of pent up frustration brewing on his face. He lets out the air and speaks quickly.

"STRAIGHT UP denied my application to wrestle there! I mean who does this fucker think he is?! A pompous ass bitch, that's who. Drinking his little martinis, wrestling in a suit, looking like a CW character. Fuck that guy. In the match, you avoid him and let me handle him. I'll make him remember the name of Bordeaux."

Having worked himself into a shoot, so to speak, Bret pauses for a moment, looking rather taken aback by his outburst. After calming himself, he continues.

"Sorry, that was just a year of pent up frustration. But the point still stands. The Residence is who we have to look out for. We separate them, they're still gonna be difficult. Like I said I'll take Slate. You don't go near him. Worse comes to worst and somehow it's you and Nova without me there, you stay on her. Don't give her a chance to breathe. That's how guys have beaten her before and it's how we're gonna do it. But don't get so caught up that you forget about the other guys coming in the match, Tri-..."

Bret turns to look over at his sister and the words begin to fade away, along with the shot. The camera slowly begins to zoom in on the young woman, getting ever closer until eventually, the video fades to darkness…

After a few moments, the scene opens back up, but this time to the sights and sounds of a nature-filled paradise that looks to be straight out of a fairytale movie. Birds swoop past the screen, chirping happily and looking to be playing a game of tag, as they dart in between the leaves and branches of massive, majestic trees, whose branches are dancing with the aid of a light breeze. We follow little drops of water that' shaken off of the leaves and land onto the grass bed below, a few drops hitting the head of a beautiful white-furred bunny rabbit, who flinches at the impact of water-on-head, before wiping the moisture off of its noggin and scurrying over to its family and friends of multiple species.

As the wild social group runs, hops, and gallops along the floor, they are joined by a pretty young woman, wearing a beautiful black dress that would look at home in the wardrobe of a Disney character. Skipping barefoot amongst the beautiful creatures, with a joyful smile on her face that would light up the world if the sun had been blotted out of the sky, the young woman looks to be having the time of her life, as the motley crew of nature seems to welcome her as one of their own. As they move along, laughing in their unique languages, the majestic scene is interrupted by a voice that sounds to be a million miles away, and yet at the same time, close enough that it startles the young woman's friends as they all retreat, trying to find places to hide, seemingly afraid that the distant voice is out to get them.

In stark contrast to her friends, the young woman stands her ground, looking to be listening hard, trying to hear what the disembodied voice is saying.

"Trix?"

As the disembodied voice finishes. The name Trix echoes from a faded tone into an almost booming sound, causing the wonderful forest and all of its joyful inhabitants to slowly dissipate, becoming less visible with every word uttered.

"Trixie? Are you listening?"

The final word of the disembodied voice seems to have killed the last remnants of the wildlife wonderland, returning us to the gym with the scruffy-looking young woman, who’s still sitting, staring, and not blinking. She has an entranced look in her heavily mascaraed eyes, seemingly exploring a very peaceful and enchanting daydream, one which is currently being disturbed.

"Bellatrix Bordeaux!"

Blinking at hearing what is presumably her name, Bellatrix, now having been fully dragged out of the weird and wonderful world that is her mind, finally acknowledges her brother.

"What? Bret? When did you get here?"

Trixie, suddenly realizing that she's no longer inside the tranquil forest, takes a look around at her new surroundings. The lights from above pierced her eyes. His face is different from the focused and confident one we saw before. A small crack appeared above his right eye. This place looks to be the furthest thing from where the scruffy young woman just mentally traveled from.

"When did we get here? Where are we?"

Closing his eyes and taking a deep, frustration filled breath as he realizes that Bellatrix had not listened to a single thing he has said up to this point, Bret responds, trying his best to keep his voice calm.

"Trix, come on, you gotta pay attention. We have to be on the same page if we want to win this."

Looking utterly bewildered, Bellatrix responds…

"Win what?"

Matching the perplexed look on “Trix’s” face with one of his own, as he’s seemingly dumbfounded at his sister’s complete and utter cluelessness, Bret retorts, in a slightly raised voice…

“Uhh, our match!?”

Apparently, this answer did not help her confusion, as “Trix” replies with…

“Wait, what? Why do we need a match? Are we starting a fire or something?”

Bret, in a comedic fashion that was unintentional, facepalms himself while shaking his head disbelievingly, before muttering to himself…

“God damnit…”

Trying to regain some semblance of composure, he releases his face from his hand and continues…

“We’re not starting any fires because I’m not talking about that sorta match. The match that I've been talking about all day is what's called a ‘wrestling match’. The things I've been doing for the past five or so years?"

Trixie scrunches her face, her lost look not changed in the slightest. Her brother, most likely defeated, sighs and shakes his head before continuing.

"A ‘wrestling match’ is where a predetermined number of people enters a ring, like the one I’m currently standing in, intending to beat the fuck out of their opponents so that they can win said ‘match’, resulting in them making more money than they would’ve if they’d lost and hopefully, earning a title opportunity in the future… Get it?”

While Bret stares at her with a glint of hope in his eye that she’d grasped what he said, Bellatrix has her thinking face on, and after a moment, she responds.

“Soooooo, you want to beat someone up for money?”

While not everything that he’d hoped for, Bret, happy to be making progress, smiles pridefully at his sister.

“Nooooo, no, I want US to beat someone up for money! Well, multiple someones, actually. See, we’re in what's called a ‘tag-team turmoil’ match, where we’ll be fighting four other teams, but not all at the same time. Two teams start the match, and when one gets eliminated, another team comes in to take their place. Eventually, only one team is left standing and they're the winners. I want that team to be us…you get me?”

Bellatrix pauses for a moment, before responding.

“Soooooo, people are gonna line up so that we can beat them up one at a time…and then we steal their money?”

Bret squints his eyes and mouths "what the fuck?". His expression is of pure amazement that his sister has not yet grasped what he's been saying. He nevertheless answers her.

“We’re not … we're not stealing the money from the people we beat up, Trix. We’re getting PAID by AMA to beat them up. It’s called a job … OUR new job.”

Trixie stares at him blankly for a few seconds before blinking at him twice. Then, as the gears begin to turn, an understanding smile begins to form on her face. She nods and points at her brother.

“So…we’re hitmen.”

Hanging his head in defeat and placing his hands on his hips, Bret can barely be heard muttering to himself.

"I just…fuck it, go with it."

Bret raises his head and he's not looking thrilled to be blatantly lying to his sister. But he has to get her on the same page, so a white lie won't hurt … right?

“Yes, Trix. We're hitmen."

Bellatrix does a small fist pump and whispers to herself excitedly.

"Yesss, I knew it."

"And since we're hitmen, I've put together a…plan…to help us prepare for our…job. So just chill right here for a sec and I'll be right back."

She watches as he rolls out the far side of the ring and the shot fades into a few moments into the future.

Sweeping up from the side of the ring and over the apron shows the two standing in it, joined by a whiteboard leaning against the opposite side of the ropes. Official AMA headshots taped onto it in a pyramid based format, writing surrounds each picture and level with the most notable being that of quickly scribbled text spelling "Hitlist" at the top.

"Okay, so we've already talked about them."

Looking confused, Bellatrix responds.

“When?”

"When you were spaced out. Now look…"

Bret taps the top of the pyramid, his finger landing firmly on Princess Nova's headshot and then bouncing over the Slate's.

"They're threat numero uno. They're both very good and will make us regret being born if we make any mistakes and give them an opening. So you let me do the heavy lifting. But these guys, these two right here? Malice."

He moves his finger down to the second "rung" of the graph to the headshots of Hangman James and Donovan Grayson. The text "What kind of name is Malice?" Lined through by the picture of Grayson.

"I don't know why they're called that, they're not that intimidating once you see them in action. They've got some size, sure, but they're not all there if you know what I mean. Damn good VFX work though."

Bret takes his hand back and looks at his sister who is standing there trying her best to pay attention.

"They're made up of three people, but we're only facing the two on the board. Hangman James and Donovan Grayson."

Trix raises her hand quickly, to which Bret snaps a finger in acknowledgement.

"Why does he call himself Hangman?"

Bret answers quickly without skipping a beat.

"He's predicting his future."

Bellatrix makes a face of awkwardness at the joke but a small nasally laugh escapes her as she looks into the camera. She quickly catches herself and looks back as Bret continues speaking.

"This guy here, Grayson, he's the key. He's the least experienced member of the team, kinda like how you are with ours. Except you have room to improve and he's at his ceiling. So we take them out like true tag wrestlers. Isolate Grayson in the ring, and pick him off. Cake walked."

He crosses his arms and continues.

"I'm sure James won't be too happy about us beating the hell out of his stablemate, but if he tries to jump in we'll just kick his ass too."

"Soooo, we can't just talk it out?"

He shrugs.

"I mean sure, go for it. I doubt they'll listen to you over the god in their heads though."

Bret turns to point his attention to another team on the second "rung".

"Wait, they can hear go-"

"Anyways, these guys here?"

He circles around pictures of McMichaels, Pariah, Marshall, Gagnon.

"We don't know which team is coming in last yet, but they'll have just worked a match to open the show so they'll hopefully be worn already. We just simply have to survive until then and work our magic. The game plan doesn't change. Isolate, control, and eliminate ‘em."

Trixie quietly mummers with enthusiasm.

"Hitmen."

He looks at his sister confidently.

"Any questions?"

She raises her hand.

"Yeah?"

Trix then points at the bottom "rung" towards the last two pictures on there. Belly-Boy and Burgerman, printed out in black and white instead of color.

"What about those guys?"

Bret keeps his focus on his sister, never looking to where she's pointing. His voice deadpan.

"We don't give a fuck about those guys."

Trix mouths "oh" as Bret claps his hands together.

"Alright! Let's get to work!"

He then nonchalantly tosses the whiteboard out of the ring to clear up space as Trix stands up. He turns to face her again.

"We don't have a lot of time so we have to hit training hard if we want to show the world who we are."

"Uhhhh … you mean Bret and Bellatrix?"

"No, I mean …."

The screen turns black as white text flashes on the screen.

A few seconds of silence go by and Trix's voice peeks up.

"Bro, did the lights go out for you too?"


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Written By:
@WelshyBOI (Bellatrix Bordeaux)
and
@Patriot Pants (Bret Bordeaux)

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After a few moments of darkness, we are gifted with all of the glitz and glamour of a shoddy, broken down, abandoned old house that looks like it would belong in a horror flick. As we look upon the ramshackle old building from the outside, the walls begin to tilt to the right as a strong breeze hits them. With the worst of the damage seemingly hidden under cover of darkness, the moon having been shrouded by a heavily clouded sky and several nearby streetlights smashed and damaged. After a few moments, we hear a thunderous raw generated by the night sky, and before long, heavy rain begins to pour. Moments after the rain hits, we are thrust towards the spooky house, and in no time at all, we’re slung through the front door and thrust into darkness once more.

A few moments go by before life is again breathed into the scene, this time from the sound of footsteps trying and failing to be stealthy, thanks mainly to the highly creaky wooden floorboards. Soon, the sound of footsteps is accompanied by the feet making them, as we see a set of combat boots and skinny jeans-clad legs creeping along a dank corridor. As our vision pans up, we are greeted with the sight of the ever-quirky Bellatrix Bordeaux, one half of AMA Wrestling’s #1 Ranked Tag Team, torch in her left hand, and, for some reason, a sawed-off double-barrel shotgun in her right.

Dressed in the aforementioned boots and jeans, accompanied with a buttoned-up flannel shirt, with the top two buttons undone, and a leather jacket over the top. As she makes her way past a room with an open door, her entire body turns rapidly as she aims the torch and the weapon into the room. After a couple of seconds of jerky movements, as she scopes out the room from the doorway, she continues up the corridor, seemingly not finding whatever she’s looking for.

Before long, she comes to yet another doorway, and as she attempts to repeat her routine from the previously checked room, she lets off a loud, startled scream as her entire body is flung off her feet and sent crashing through the closed door of the room opposite, blowing a hole in the ceiling with her shotgun out of panic. As she lands with her back against the wall, a spectral figure hovers intently through the doorway and charges at the young woman, with Bellatrix raising her shotgun in defense as the supernatural entity grows ever closer.

Before the ghost reaches its target, and before Trixie has a chance to pull the trigger of her gun, another voice can be heard yelling in pain, and with it, the spirit vanishes, along with the room that it and Bellatrix were in, and everything else as the entire scene is shattered like glass and is replaced with that of a different feel as once again, a cry of pain can be heard.

"Ah FUCK!"

Accompanied by the sound of skin banging against metal, the cacophony of noise resonating from somewhere out of sight knocks Bellatrix clean out of her weird and wonderful mind, dragging her back to the place she seemingly tries to avoid at all costs…reality. Taking a moment to gather her bearings, the dotty young woman looks startled and annoyed as she sits cross-legged on the floor, nearly directly below a thirty-two-inch T.V mounted on the wall above currently screening an episode of the T.V. series “Supernatural”.

Wearing an oversized and unbuttoned blue plaid shirt, a Nirvana crop top underneath, faded blue denim shorts, black and white striped over the knee socks, and a pair of black Chuck Taylors, Trixie rises to her feet, looking to find the source of the interruption. Now standing, in the middle of what looks to be a small and rarely used cafeteria, Trixie’s head turns towards an opened door, her eyes fixating on the source of the sound as she makes her way towards the cafeteria exit.

A light grey, almost white, primer painted vehicle can be seen, lifted a foot or so into the air by a machine, and under it, a pair of legs covered in dirty blue overalls and a pair of black worn-out Nike trainers. The legs slide out from under the vehicle, revealing the torso, arms, and head of the male half of AMA Wrestling’s #1 ranked team, as he shakes his right hand violently, seemingly having taken quite a knock.

"Damn piece of shit!"

Now entirely free of the confines of the vehicle, Bret raises himself into a seated position and places his injured knuckle in his mouth, sucking on the open wound. Realizing that his hands are covered in dark grease, Bret removes the injured knuckle from his mouth. He wipes his hands on an even greasier rag lying next to him before climbing to his feet, noticing an annoyed-looking Bellatrix staring a hole through him. Bret greets his sibling with an expression on his face that makes him resemble a deer in headlights and a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"Oh, hey Trix, what’s up?"

Trixie, looking cartoonishly annoyed, stares a hole through her brother, seemingly hoping that lasers would burst from her heavily mascaraed eyes and blast a hole through her brother’s forehead, before responding in a subdued voice that’s trying its hardest not to sound angry.

“I’m tryna watch T.V.”

With a puzzled expression on his face, Bret responds.

“Okay…well, the T.Vs in the kitchen, so knock yourself out…shit, wai-”

With a look of puzzlement added to her moody demeanor, Trixie interjects.

“Why do you want me to knock myself out?”

Bret, looking to work his way out of the predicament that his poor word choice has landed him in, responds.

“I don't; it's a saying, I don't mean it literally…It means you're free to go back there and watch it, you know?"

Trixie just stands there looking at him, unamused at his explanation. Bret sighs and scratches his eyebrow before speaking as he stands up.

"Anyways, sorry if I interrupted you…I don't wanna piss off the other half of AMA’s top-ranked tag team!"

His face twists into a big smile as he points at his sister playfully, then to himself, and then back to her.

"Uh-huh? You and I kicked ass out there. I know I'm good, great even, but you? Trix, you were awesome out there! You took to the mat better than anyone I've seen in a first match. And, you got the final pin! A whole ass pinfall to your name."

He walks towards his sister, who is in his way, as he attempts to enter the kitchen to clean himself up a bit. Trixie, with reluctance, still peeved at having her dream disturbed, steps to one side, allowing Bret entrance to the kitchen before following him as he makes his way to the sink.

"I don't wanna hype myself up or anything, buuuuut I think you have a great teacher. He's definitely laying the foundation for you to become a great wrest-, I, er, hitman."

Reaching the sink, Bret turns on the hot tap and begins to wash his hands.

"Honestly, Trix, if we keep this up, then we'll be able to not only stay on the top of the tag division that WE helped make, but bigger companies could also scout us, which means bigger contracts. That'd be cool, right?

Bret glances at Trixie with an excited smile, before said smile falters as he stares at his sister. Standing on her brother’s right, Trixie has her head down, staring at an uninteresting spot on the floor, looking dejected as she responds.

“I guess.”

With a look of concern forming on his face as he continues to stare at his sister, Bret, having finished cleaning his hands, turns off the tap and grabs a nearby towel before drying his hands as he inquires.

“Hey, what’s up? You okay? You've been acting kinda bummed ever since Mani- I mean our first hit. Anything I can help with?”

Trixie looks up at her brother, her face seemingly struggling to find the setting to fit her feelings, responds bluntly.

“You can stop lying to me.”

With a feeling of extreme anxiety falling over his being, Bret responds in a voice that sounds a little panicked, despite his best efforts.

“Uh, what…whatchu mean?”

Staring at her brother with a look of frustration, Trixie responds, her voice rising to a crescendo and becoming more frustrated as she speaks.

“You keep telling me how good I did and how I’m learning so quick and, like, it’s all BULL DOODOO! I was CRAP! All I did was get beat up and thrown around! That’s why you were scared to high-five me and let me fight because you thought I’d BLOW IT! So just stop telling me I’m so good when we both know I’m not…”

Looking as though she’s about to explode into a scream, tears, or both, she continues, trying her best not to shout at her brother.

“...I’m just useless, Bret. You’d be better off without me.”

Looking utterly stunned at his sister’s outburst, Bret exhales shakingly, trying to process Trixie’s outburst and searching for the best way to console his sister. After a momentary silence, Bret responds.

"Can I tell you something?"

Trixie looks up at her brother's face and shrugs dejectedly. Bret leans against the counter, resting his hands on the countertop.

"My first ever match, I got my ass beat. The worst loss of my career, hell, my life. This guy, this massive human being, Toyo Suzuki, beat the ever-living crap out of me in front of seven thousand people for thirty minutes. He told me that he would end my career before it could even start."

"Did he?"

Trixie asks in a deadly serious tone. Bret lets out a nasal chuckle before continuing.

"No…no, he didn't, because I didn't let him. He may have beaten me so badly that I needed help back to my hotel room, but he was the spark I needed. Because of him, I motivated myself more than I ever did before. All I wanted to do for that full year in Japan was prove him wrong, and eventually, I got my chance."

Bret takes a moment, looking off in the distance as if he's seeing it all play out again.

"The final show of that tour, I got my rematch, and on that night…Toyo Suzuki didn't meet the same person he'd beaten all those months ago. But I did. In front of eight and half thousand people, I humbled the man who tried to end my career. He tapped in the middle of the ring, the exact spot where he pinned me. That was the turning point in my life where I knew that I was meant for this…"

He turns back to his sister.

"And I think you are too."

Her eyes widen, looking angry as Bret continues to “lie” to her, but she never gets the chance to respond as her brother continues.

"You did something that most people never get to do in their career, score their first win in their first match, and before you say that you're useless again, without your tag in while I was out on my feet, we would've lost. It was your quick thinking and determination that saw us win. You could've tapped out or decided to stay down at any time, but you didn't. You kept fighting. You kept thinking of how to get back into the fight, and when you hit that jackknife cover? I may have taught you how to do it, but you're the one that pinned Gagnon with it to win. Not me."

He smiles confidently.

"Only thing I did was make Slate pass out before that…But Trix, honestly, you're ready for this. I've meant everything I've said about your progress, and I have not lied to you once about that."

Taking a moment to process Bret’s story, Trixie responds, quite a bit calmer than her previous outburst.

“Soooooo, you really think I did good?”

“Yes, that’s what I’ve been telling you!... Trix, where did this come from, huh? In the doc's office after the match, you were so stoked! I think you even called us “the best hitmen ever”! What changed?”

Thinking over Bret’s question and taking her time about it, Trixie’s face becomes more and more enraged with each passing moment before finally responding.

“Canadians…”

Bret, looking momentarily confused, quickly snaps out of it as a wave of understanding and underlying anger surges through his being.

“Yeah, those dickheads….”

The elder Bordeaux takes a few steps to the nearby fridge and opens it, nodding his head in thought as he reaches in and pulls out a brown glass bottle with a red cap. Turning and shutting the appliance with his foot, he swiftly opens it with an assist from the counter as he slams his hand down on the wedged cap to make a satisfying pop, letting the vapor from the bottle mist out.

"They're something alright."

He takes a long drink from the bottle and then looks at her. Trixie studies his face to see if he's worried, and he's completely calm. He releases the bottle and sighs in relief before looking at her and speaking.

"Facing them, I could see why they were successful as a team, until they met us, of course. Big, powerful, mean as hell. But no one told me they were the biggest pussies in the business."

He takes another quick sip and readjusts himself to be seated on the countertop.

"They like to act tough, sure, and their size helps them out. But Trixie, they're scared of us. They proved that by jumping us in the doc's office. Why else would a "vetted" team do that? Just because they're sore losers? No. Mmm mmm."

Another quick sip of his drink follows after his words, and once taken, he points the bottle at Trixie.

"They know they can't compete with us inside that ring, so instead, they try to get one over on us when we least expect it. I bet you right now, though, they're in some dingy gym training for our match. Not practicing the fundamentals, overlooking why they lost to us last time, and focusing on brute strength alone. People like them get in the business to hurt people, Trix. They don't do it to get better."

He scoffs.

"And when you face guys like Gagnon and Marshall once, you have them figured out. They're one-trick ponies. They don't evolve. They don't adapt…they go extinct."

Bret lifts the bottle back up and downs in it with one last long swig.; meanwhile, Trixie, who has been listening intently, chimes in with a hint of worry in her voice.

“But Bret, what if they come after us again? Like you said, they just wanna hurt people, and last time, they even beat YOU up, and you’re like, the best hitman EVER! Soooooo, what if they keep tryna hurt us?”

He sets the empty bottle down on the countertop with a "clunk" before looking back at his sister, a small smile on his face.

"Then how about we melt The Northern Touch at Saint Paddy's Day Slam? Make sure that they think twice before they ever blindside us again."

He pats her once on the left shoulder and slides off the counter as Bellatrix responds, with her right hand holding her chin as if in deep thought.

“But I don’t think they’ll fit in an oven…we could buy a furnace or something, I suppose, but we need somewhere to put it….”

"It's a saying, Trix. We don't need a furnace."

Bret shakes his head, wondering where they would even put a furnace.

"Besides, we live in Louisiana…we'd obviously feed them to the gators."

He laughs under his breath and begins to walk back through the kitchen area door.

"Anyways, c'mon, let's go get started. The Northern Touch aren't gonna be meeting the same Bordeauxs they faced at Manifest."

As he walks away, he turns back towards his sister, looking over his shoulder with a determined expression.

"But we'll be meeting the same Northern Touch."

Trixie shakes her head in acknowledgment, a determined sparkle in her eye as the camera focuses on her and she begins to follow suit. She takes four steps in silence until…

"By the way, we aren't really hitmen!"

She freezes as Bret yells off-screen.

"Great nickname, though!"

As the scene fades to black, the last image we see is that of Bellatrix, a look of shock and contemplation on her face as she ponders this revelation.

“But Bret…what are we?! BRET?!”


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"Down in the Dumps-ter"


Written by:
@WelshyBOI (Bellatrix Bordeaux)
and
@Patriot Pants (Bret Bordeaux and Camera Guy)



The scene opens up to the sight of hard work, dedication, narcissism, and, most predominantly, sweat…like, if any viewer is watching this video with Smell-O-Vision, their nose would shrivel up and fall off their face under the heavy bombardment from the smell of body odour. We’re greeted with the sight of many aspiring boxers, fitness models, bodybuilders and, most importantly, professional wrestlers who struggle to get through their respective workouts.

As the man behind the camera escorts us past weight sets, punching bags and sweaty sacks of meat and muscle of various sizes, two very distinctive and identical objects begin to take up more of our vision as we move ever closer; those two objects being a pair of professional wrestling rings. As the cameraman wanders through this den of perspiration, some bold white text fades onto the screen that reads…

15th June 2022
New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S.A

A few moments later, the text fades as the camera catches sight of two very familiar people…those two people being Bret Bordeaux, and his quirky younger sister Bellatrix.

Wearing his usual and incredibly generic gym attire, consisting of a black sleeveless shirt, black shorts and black wrestling boots, and a perturbed expression on his face. Despite his laboured movements and occasional wincing face, both of which are a result of a couple of out-of-match assaults and an in-match beating delivered at the hands of Don Marshall and Jean-Louis Gagnon of The Northern Touch, Bret’s eyes have a fiery look about them as he drills his fists into the heavy bag. After every couple of punches, he grumpily mutters a word that, combined with the several others that he’s grunted in the past 15 seconds or so, reads…

“Fucking. Pussy ass. Maple leaf loving. Cheap shotting. Fucking. Dickwads…”

Among others. As he continues the physical and verbal barrage aimed at a punching bag that Bret seemingly wishes was either of the arrogant Canadian tag team, an audible “ping” resonates from the workout bench beside him, causing him to pause his workout and step a couple of feet away from the bag, reaching down to grab his phone that was resting there beforehand. The camera pans over his shoulder as he stares at his mobile device, revealing the reason for the interruption.

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Breathing heavily from the workout and massaging his neck with his free hand, trying to ease the pain caused by his strenuous AMA career, Bret stares down at the text message with a face that reeks of disappointment and annoyance. He lets out a frustration-filled sigh before turning his head to face his sister.

“Trixie! C’mere!”

Dressed in one of her many patterned ring attires, consisting of a sports bra with the name “TRIX” in big white letters with a black outline, a pair of wrestling tights with “Hitwoman” written on the belt line and several hundred standard greetings, such as “Hello”, “Hey” and “Hi” filling the rest of the tights, black knee-pads and black and white Nike sneakers, Bellatrix, whose usual bubbly demeanour has seemingly taken a few days off, has a dejected look about her as she looks over towards her brother. Having spent the last half an hour as a human shoelace, being folded into knots as she half-heartedly tries to get to grips with chain wrestling with the help of a middle-aged wrestling trainer, Trixie lifts herself to her feet with a great deal of effort and physical anguish. She begins the arduous journey towards Bret, her eyes refusing to meet his as she responds with a weary and downhearted voice.

“Whatchu want?”

With his sister having finally reached his location, Bret, for a brief moment, looks upon Trixie with pitiful eyes as she just stands there, eyes aimed at the floor and her body language reeking of depression, before he responds.

“I got a text from Bryce, the AMA Booker dude. Figured you'd want to know who we're fighting next?”

Bret pauses momentarily, hoping to see some semblance of interest from his tag partner, but when Trixie shows none, he continues in a frustrated voice.

"Personally, I was hoping for the trilogy against those fucking dipshits, Gagnon and Marshall, since they got a rematch when we beat them fair and square. But apparently, in AMA logic, when we get blindsided before the match even starts and they try to, ya know, FUCKING DROWN YOU!...we don’t get a shot at revenge. Isn't that great? They're so fair!"

Trixie murmurs under her breath. Bret gives himself a second or two to look over his sister before continuing.

"Look, we may not have those two next, but we'll get even in the future, okay? For now, though, remember those two dudes who interrupted our interview last show? Looked like rejected McDonald's mascots?"

His sister shrugs her shoulders dejectedly, causing Bret to sigh. He runs the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger for a second while trying to concoct a plan to get through to his sister. With an idea having popped in his head, Bret nods twice before going behind his sister and placing his hands on her shoulders. Trixie looks up rather shocked as she has now begun being gently guided back toward the ring by her brother.

"Bret, what are you doing?"

"We're gonna do a little exercise."

They near the ring and Bret winces slightly as he grabs his sister around her stomach and lifts her onto the apron, pushing her under the bottom rope and into the ring. Trixie rolls with the momentum and rises to her knees, a look of utter bewilderment on her face as she watches her brother climb the apron and enter the ring through the top and middle ropes, before lifting herself to her feet. She struggles to look at his face as he walks the small distance toward her.

Bret crosses his arms and takes a breath.

"Back bump."

Trixie looks at him, mainly at his shoulder, to avoid eye contact.

"What?"

"Back. Bump."

She stands firm, seemingly questioning whether or not she can do as asked. Three seconds of silence go by before being interrupted by a loud THUMP! She looks down to see that Bret has hit the mat back first. Quickly rising back to his feet, wincing slightly from his mild injuries.

"Back bump. C'mon."

Trixie hesitates a response before watching her brother perform the act again, this time producing a louder thump. Once again he rises back to face her. Her eyes never gazing at his. Bret looks at her and takes a breath as if struggling to decide the next step of action. Trixie opens her mouth to speak before her brother executes a perfect heel-to-knee shoot-in, picking her up in a double leg takedown and planting her onto the mat in one quick motion. She loses her breath for a moment in shock, and her back shoots spasms through it as it's not one hundred percent healed from the last match she was in.

"Roll through. Pick the leg."

He quickly does as he calls out and grabs her right leg before rolling over her, placing her onto his shoulders into a fireman's carry.

"Bret, stop! I'm not- that hurt!"

He uses the momentum to rise to his knees.

"Yeah, it hurt me too, but we gotta work through it if we want to be better."

He tosses her off his shoulder and onto her back. She shoots up in pain into a sitting position, her hand going to hold her back when Bret puts her in a half-strength headlock.

"Bret, I'm serio-"

"I am too…I'm not having you pout like you have since we lost to The Northern Sux."

Bret transitions the both of them down on the mat, putting her on her back while he works the headlock.

"Bret, let go of me!"

She starts to struggle against him, trying to undo the hold, but to no avail.

"Not gonna happen. You want out? Then get out.”

As Trixie continues to struggle, Bret, being the far superior grappler, forces Trixie onto her stomach with ease, before trapping her arm between his legs and applying a cross-face. Not wanting to severely hurt his sister, he only utilizes half his strength, enough to discomfort her, but not to potentially injure her. Trixie, all the while, claws at Bret’s clasped hands with her free hand, trying to break the lock, but again, to no avail, causing a wave of frustration to build within her.

“C’mon, Trix! Escape! Don’t lay here feeling sorry for yourself. Fight! Fight to get out! C’mon!”

“GET OFF!”

Trixie yells, all the while failing to escape the hold. She attempts to roll onto her back, but Bret just rolls with the momentum and lands her in the exact same position, before responding to Trixie’s yell.

“Alright, let's try something different."

Bret lets off his weight on Trixie, allowing her to struggle to a half-standing position, as if allowing her to feel like she is making progress until he decides to lock in a move she may actually encounter in their future match, a cross-face chicken wing straight out of Marmaduke Whistle’s playbook … except better executed, even at half speed. The elder Bordeaux locks it in and Trixie’s frustration at being a human-weight bag is at a boiling point. She struggles more, using her free hand to try and pull her brother’s arm from her jawline. Bret effortlessly shakes his sister side to side to simulate what her opponent might do to avoid the hold being broken.

"Cmon Trix, you gotta try harder than th-"

WHACK! Trixie’s right elbow connects with her brother in the ribs causing the hold to loosen before swinging that hand up in a fist that lands flush with her brother’s nose and mouth area with a very fleshy sound that seems to echo throughout the gym. This quick one-two combo causes her brother to let go of the hold, with Trixie quickly sliding a few steps away from her brother, trying to create some distance before he tries to lock in another hold.

As she turns to face her brother, however, her face almost immediately shifts from pure frustration and rage to one filled with shock, panic and overwhelming regret and sorrow as she stares at the person she cares about most, as he clutches his mouth with his right hand, with blood dripping through his fingers. Trixie, seeing the blood dripping from Bret’s mouth and knowing that she’s the one that hurt him, looks as though she’s about to burst into tears as she speaks, her voice shaky and panic-filled.

“I didn't mean-. I didn’t mean to…I’m sorry!...I didn’t mean it…”

After a couple of moments, Bret lowers his hand from his mouth and spits some blood from his mouth, which, despite the blood, doesn’t look to be all that damaged, probably just a cut gum. After spitting out a little blood, Bret looks up to see his sister sitting on the ring floor, shaking with emotion and muttering apologies, all the while tears fill her eyes as she stares back at her brother. Upon seeing this, Bret slides himself closer to her and puts his hands on her shoulders, causing her to flinch, before he speaks in a consoling manner.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey…it’s alright, I’m fine! See!?”

Bret puts on a goofy-looking, blood-stained toothy smile, hoping to put Trixie’s mind at ease. Trixie responds, sniffling all the while.

“Bu-...but, I hurt you…you’r-...you’re not mad?”

Bret chuckles, before responding.

"Nah, you got out of it, didn't you?"

Bret touches the inside of his mouth with his right index finger, checking on the wound. He removes his finger and swishes it around in his mouth before spitting a mixture of blood and saliva out onto the canvas.

“Look, Trix…the reason I pushed you into this ring…the reason I took you down and tried to get you to fight your way back up, is because…”

Bret pauses a moment, trying to think of the right words to use to help her understand, before continuing yet again.

“Because when you’re coming off a loss like we are, you’ve basically got two options. You either work to improve and get better, or…you do what you’ve been doing since we lost, and that’s given up. Right now, we’re on the ground. Gagnon and Marshall put us here. They beat us up, sure, maybe even badly. So, what’re we gonna do about it, huh? Are we gonna just sit here, on the floor, where they left us? Let High Command come in the next show and whip the number one tag team in AMA? Feel sorry for ourselves and call it quits after one loss? Is that us now? More importantly, is that you now?”

As Bret cuts his impassioned promo, Trixie, listening intently to her brother, wipes the tears from her eyes and stiffens her upper lip.

“Bellatrix Bordeaux, the girl that, in her FIRST EVER wrestling match, took an ass-kicking that would’ve kept most seasoned vets down AND STILL managed to find a way to win…is she a quitter?”

With Bret’s words filling her wonderfully unique mind, Trixie shakes her head, as if to say “no!”.

“Bellatrix Bordeaux, the girl that was damn near drowned to death, and yet, KEPT FIGHTING, despite the fact that the odds were stacked against her and her handsome ass brother …does she give up?”

Once again, Trixie shakes her head “no!”, with a fire in her eyes. Bret, his words unintentionally pumping himself up, lifts himself to his feet, before continuing…

“Well, I sure as shit don’t, so you’d better not.”

With his Rocky speech finished, Bret offers his hand to his newly-motivated sister, who grasps it, and with Bret’s help, is pulled to her feet…and they both just stare at each other awkwardly, not really knowing what to do with themselves…

before Bret remembers something…

“Oh, yeah…Now, since we’re focused, let's get back to what I was trying to say before we got you out of your slump. You remember who I said we’re facing earlier, right? The two dudes who came in during our interview? Smelled like ass and said a bunch of nothing?"

Scrunching her face, trying to dig through all of the random shit that enters her brain on any given second like pop-up viruses, she responds.

“Uhhhhhhmmmm, Ooo! YEAH! I remember them! They were talking funny and I didn’t know what they said, and then you called them “stinky”!”

Bret, a look on his face a mix of shock and pride as Trixie actually remembered something, responds.

“Yeah, those guys. Gold star for Trixie...well, AMA decided that we get to…”

Bret pauses momentarily, an idea forming in his mind, before a devious smirk forms on his face as he continues.

“Actually, remember high school?”

Trixie sadly nods as unhappy memories come flooding back.

“Remember Josh Carver? What did he do to you when I was gone for a baseball game one time?”

Trixie dejectedly responds.

“He…put me in the garbage bin.”

“Yeah, for three hours.”

Bret nods understandingly, kind of ashamed that he couldn't help stop it, before continuing.

“Well, those “stinky” motherfuckers that interrupted us…they wanna put our ass in the trash at the next show! In front of thousands of people! People who will laugh at us. Make fun of us. Hell, they’ll probably even make t-shirts about how we’re nothing but trash!. Do you want that to happen? You want these guys to try to bully and humiliate us like Josh Carver did to you in school?”

As Bret tells Trixie what The High Command has planned for them, and with the memories of being thrown in the trash in school flooding her highly suggestible brain, Trixie’s face shifts from one emotion to another within seconds of each other, from fear of being bullied and humiliated in front of thousands of people, to anger at The High Command for wanting to bully her and Bret, to hatred towards everyone that has ever been mean to her, and when Bret finishes telling Trixie The High Command’s plans, she has a look that contains all of the above, along with a hefty dose of determination as she responds.

"NO!”

Bret, seeing the fire building within her and knowing full well what a pissed-off Trixie is capable of, begins adding fuel to her fire.

“Oh, I’m sorry, what? I can’t hear you, sis. It sounds like you WANT us to be thrown in a dumpster at the next show, is that right? What, you enjoyed it when that douche Josh threw you in the dumpster and locked it shut, huh? You gonna let them do that to you? TO ME!?”

Trixie responds furiously.

“NO! I won’t let them!

Bret, a smirk forming on his face, asks.

"Oh yeah? Well, how’re you gonna stop them? You couldn’t stop Josh Carver. Carver kicked your ass…”

Before he can continue, Trixie snaps back.

“I WAS LITTLE THEN!”

Bret, not fazed by Trixie’s yelling, simply smiles faintly as he looks her up and down, before responding.

“You’re little now, Trix. What can little itty-bitty Trixie do to stop two skinny-fat, ugly, and downright disgusting men from beating her up and throwing her in the trash, huh?”

Looking as though she wants to punch someone, and mean it this time, Trixie again, responds aggressively.

“I…I’M GONNA...PUNCH THEM IN THE PEE-PEE!”

Bret, without missing a beat, quips.

“They haven’t got pee-pees…they’re dickless as fuck. So, if that’s you’re only plan, then I guess we’re heading for the trash…”

Trixie, trying to figure her game plan out, attempts to answer back.

“Well, then…I’m gonna…uh…I’m…gonna…”

As Trixie fails to think of a plan, Bret, feigning disappointment and resignation, shrugs his shoulders.

“Oh well. I guess that’s that, then. I must say, Trix…you must’ve LOVED being thrown in the trash by Josh Carver! I bet you can’t wait to watch it happen to me…hell, who knows, I may enjoy it.”

Knowing full well that Bret wouldn’t enjoy being thrown in the trash, Trixie’s brain goes into overdrive, trying her hardest to think of a game plan to save her brother from the grim fate that she once suffered. Many ideas run through her head and pass by over several seconds before a lightbulb finally goes off and Trixie responds excitedly.

“Ooo! Ooo! I’VE GOT IT! Okay, okay, listen…Remember how we got beaten up by those nasty Canadians? And they attacked us from behind and nearly killed me?"

Bret quickly interrupts, holding his hand up in front of his chest.

"I love the enthusiasm but we don't roll that way. We're better than Northern Sux. We don't need to go dirty. No, we wanna beat High Command clean. Really get over the fact that we're that much better than those mouth breathers."

He drops his hand back down to his side.

"Instead here's what we do, okay, we go in an-"

Bret pauses and looks to his left, directly at the camera. He eyes whoever is behind it up and down before looking around and then back towards them.

"Hey, you mind? Kinda don't wanna broadcast this part. Don't need everyone knowing the game plan."

"Uhhh."

"Thanks, bro, glad you understand."

He winks playfully and reaches his hand out, placing it over the lens of the camera to cause the shot to darken.


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Edit: Added a table to document Trixie's match history.

 

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Edit: Changed Trixie's ring and entrance attires.

 

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Edit: Changed Theme Song!

 

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Edit: Added to Trixie's moveset, including a new finisher and a new signature.

 

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Edit: Added some specifics to Trixie’s Win/Loss Record, including separate records for her as a singles, as a tag, her One-On-One match record, Deathmatch record, Battle Royal record, and Tag Record when teaming with members of The Coven.

Just to make that information easier to find if either myself or the mods needs it for something.

 

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Promo Number - 1
Show - Fallout 025
Show Date - 14th January 2023
Match Type - Singles Match
Opponent(S)- Shawn Summers
Result - Win
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Promo Number - 2
Show - FIGHT NIGHT: The Final Four
Show Date - 27th January 2023
Match Type - 10-Person Tag Team Match
Partner(s) - Chris Peacock, Kleio De Santos, Tommy Bedlam and XYZ
Opponent(s)- Devin Golden, Reagan Cole, Joe Burr, Kayden Knox and Lizzie Rose
Result - Win
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