Post by Danielle Basch on Jul 15, 2024 14:39:18 GMT -5
Basch Family Vacation Rental
Gulf Breeze, FL
Sunday, July 14, 2024
Danielle Basch walks into the study, where her husband Donovan sits at an L-shaped desk, the glow of two computer monitors cast on his face. Folding her arms, she shakes her head and purses her lips in disapproval.
Danielle: Donovan… really?
Donovan says nothing; he merely casts a quick glance in his wife’s direction and goes back to the business in front of him. Danielle scoffs in response.
Danielle: You see, Donny… this is why everyone thinks you’re no fun. All you ever seem to do is work.
Donovan shakes his head, a low growl in his voice as he reaches for his coffee.
Donovan: Danielle, seeing the sights has always been more of your thing than it is mine. Perhaps you and Starr would like to go shopping?
He takes a sip from his coffee mug, then sets it back down on the table.
Danielle: Speaking of your sister...
Donovan cuts her off, holding a hand up as if to silence her, which is met by an indignant sneer.
Donovan: Now, hold on. If this is about...
She cuts her husband off in turn, shifting her weight onto her left foot as she stands with her hands on her hips.
Danielle: I don’t have to tell you what it’s about. It’s as plain as the nose on your face. She’s 21 years old… she’s not the 15-year-old girl we took in all those years ago. You need to let her...
Donovan rolls his eyes.
Donovan: Live her own life; I know. You’re not the first person to lecture me about that. Besides, don’t you have your own business to attend to?
Danielle frowns as she crosses her arms.
Danielle: You’re deflecting, Donny...
She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Danielle: Just do me one favor?
Donovan turns in his chair, leaning back as he faces his wife.
Donovan: What is it, Nixy?
Danielle: Remember that just because we run the company remotely, doesn’t mean that we have to keep our eyes on it every waking moment. Just don’t burn yourself out. Get out… have some fun, for once!
Donovan tilts his head to the side, stroking his chin.
Donovan: Now that you mention it, how about we go hit the gym, eh?
Danielle raises an eyebrow and flashes a smile that suggests an idea has popped into her head.
Danielle: Actually, I have an even better idea...
Deadman’s Island
Gulf Breeze, FL
July 14, 2024
Deadman’s Island… less of an island and more of a slowly eroding peninsula accessible from the mainland by a narrow sandbar on the northern edge. Here, we find Danielle Basch walking amongst the rocks near the water’s edge, dressed in a pair of black denim cutoff shorts and a sleeveless Metallica “Ride the Lightning” t-shirt, her long brown hair pulled into a loose bun and her eyes shielded by a pair of Oakley Hydra sunglasses.
Danielle: Adrienne Blaque...
She pauses, looking down at the sand as she chuckles softly.
Danielle: First off, I want to congratulate you on winning your first match here in Florida Wrestling Prestige. I mean… triple threats aren’t exactly easy. My first match in a major company just happened to be in a triple threat, and well...
Danielle shrugs.
Danielle: Let’s just say you fared better than I did. But that was a long time ago, and I’ve learned a lot since then.
She walks up to a cluster of rocks, sitting down on one of the few that had a relatively flat surface. She props her foot up on another rock, looking out over the water. Off in the distance, a beachgoer can be seen on a paddleboard slowly making their way toward a dock to the south.
Danielle: But don’t make the mistake of thinking that just because this is my first time appearing in a FWP ring that I’m some sort of naïve rookie that’s easily intimidated. Because if you honestly believe that, then you’re even more delusional than I thought.
Danielle: Let’s take a look at the two you beat in your last match, shall we? In the one corner, you have Kelsi Ross, who seems more concerned with running her little side business than she does about what goes on in the ring...
She chuckles.
Danielle: And if she has a problem with what I just said, well, she knows where the boss’s office is; she can take it up with him. I’m sure he’ll be more than accommodating if she’s looking for a scrap. But I digress.
Danielle takes off her sunglasses, tucking them into the collar of her shirt.
Danielle: Next, we have Jackson Cole, who for as much heart as I can tell he has, just hasn’t had the best string of luck lately. Reminds me of another guy I used to wprk with back in the day, but that’s another story. In any event, they say you’re only as good as your last match. And clearly, you needed help to win that one, so...
Danielle’s face takes on a mild cringing expression as an awkward groan forces its way out through her teeth. She slips her sunglasses back on.
Danielle: But unlike your last match, you won’t have the benefit of knowing that disqualifications won’t be a factor in this match. You may be facing me alone, but if your wife doesn’t watch herself and keep her nose out from where it doesn’t belong, it could cost you dearly.
Danielle peers over the top of her sunglasses, her eyes narrowed as one corner of her mouth curls upward slightly. She shakes her head.
Danielle: I’m nothing like Kelsi and Jackson. My name is Danielle Basch, and at Scion, you’re in for one hell of a rude awakening. Only I won’t be leaving little notes in the middle of the ring.
Danielle pushes herself up from the rocks and shoots a final glare into the camera before pushing it away. As the scene fades out, we linger on a final shot of the Gulf of Mexico.