Post by MJ Bell on Apr 5, 2014 19:19:54 GMT -5
April, 19, 2008, The Bell House
Around the living room table are a few of MJ's friends, they all excitedly whispered to one another. Her parents spoke to a few of the other parents all gathered in the living room. The birthday girl was currently with her brother on their way back from the store. It was her 18th birthday but MJ didn't want anything for it. Her family and friends thought it was a waste to not celebrate and planned a party.
Finn was supposed to be the distraction for the day which he had done flawlessly. A much younger Madeline-June in the front seat of her brother's car. Her fingers combed back through her brown hair as a long sighed escaped. Finn looked over at his sister with a smile.
Finn Bell: “Why are you gloomy?”
MJ Bell: “I'm not gloomy, Finn. I just... Forget it.”
Finn blew a bunch of air out of his nose, a tired expression took over his features. The sun began to set behind the trees. Madeline rolled down the window to let in the cool air into the car.
Finn Bell: “Just tell me, Madeline.”
MJ Bell: “I just wish I had gotten a car... You know, for my birthday last year?”
Finn Bell: “Don't wanna ride with your stupid older brother, huh?”
Her eyes rolled but she gave him a slight grin. MJ adored her brother but she didn't want to always rely on him for rides.
MJ Bell: “I love you but I want my own car...”
Finn continued to smirk when they turned into the driveway. He stopped his car, turned it off then climbed out. Slowly, MJ followed him with the bags in hand. Finn opened up the door to the dark house and she walked in. When she entered into the kitchen the lights turned on.
SURPRISE!
Her lips parted, she gasped, dropped the bags before her friends ran over to hug her. The shock had been written on her face. MJ laughed, hugged them back then let them lead her to the table with gifts and the cake. The party wasn't anything new. The adults all went down into the den while the teens blasted music and danced. MJ was never a dancer, in fact, she hated dancing but she enjoyed herself. Finn had been with a group of his own friends most of the night they were outside doing something. He only came back in when they ate the cake. The rest of the night had gone by rather quick.
It wasn't until late that everyone left the Bell house. MJ's night wasn't over yet though. As the two siblings cleaned up the mess they were joking about how Finn hadn't gotten her anything. He said that he had drove her everywhere. MJ just tossed an empty cup at his head.
Finn Bell: “Alright, alright. So, are we done yet, mom?”
Susan Bell: “Yes.. Go ahead you two.”
Robert walked over to kissed his daughter's forehead and whispered 'Be safe'. It had gotten a look of confusion but she followed behind Finn outside. Finn stopped her, tossed her keys then lead her to a white Ford Ranger. It was a small model, it was nothing fancy but MJ was ecstatic to see it. She ran over to the truck and smoothed her hands against the door.
MJ Bell: “Is this what you had been working on?”
Finn Bell: “Yeah. Do you like it?”
MJ Bell:” I freaking' love it! This is amazing!”
Finn spoke while his sister ran around to check out the rest of the truck.
Finn Bell: “Since money has been tight I figured it'd take less of it to just fix up a truck for you. I had some help and I'm sorry it isn't anything new but it'll get you from point A to B.”
MJ bolted from behind the truck to tackle her brother in a tight hug.
MJ Bell: “You are the best brother ever! Can I drive it? We are so driving it. I mean, I am. Oh my lord! Quick, Finn get it!”
Finn laughed. The two of them climbed into the truck as she wiggled in the seat. MJ was so excited. She turned the truck on before she took the two out onto the road.
April 4, Room 156.
MJ sits up in bed. It's a little late in the day but after being on the back of Kenshin's bike for such a long time, her body is a little sore. Although, it wasn't like she has room to be picky on her ride. Her truck was the only vehicle she ever had. It is her baby and it is missing. Of course, the cops were only able to help her so much. Unfortunately, many cars were stolen and never seen again. Her heart is heavy. It seems a little foolish to be so broken up about a truck but there were so many memories tied to that truck. Her brother had worked his ass off to fix that piece of junk up for her. Now it's gone...
The room is very quiet signaling that Kenshin is still not there. Vaguely, the memory of him leaving that morning resurfaces. Did she try to follow him? If fact she had. MJ had woken up when Kenshin did but he told her to just go back to bed which she had, apparently. She rubs her eyes before slamming her hand over to her buzzing phone. MJ picks it up to check the number before answering it. It was a back stage person from OCW. It apparent that Dean really needs an assistant.
MJ Bell: “Hello Zach. So, were you able to find one of the numbers I asked for?”
Zach: “I wasn't able to get the number you requested but I do have one.”
She listens closely to get the number down onto the piece of paper. When she asks who it is her heart sinks. For a moment, hazel eyes narrow down at the number. It wasn't someone she wants to be around but it was the only lead she has.
MJ Bell: “Thank you, Zach.”
After hanging up on call, she dials in another number. When they answer, MJ takes a breath before speaking.
April 5, Rocky's.
MJ combs through her sideways bangs, glances down at herself before she walks into the restaurant. It's a fancier place then she would have thought. With a name like Rocky's it seemed to scream out 'western theme' however it was a pleasant surprise not to see that theme. The walls are painted with darker paint and candles are everywhere. Even the door has a beautiful stained glass design on it. Beautiful dark wooden chairs and cozy booths scattered around the room. What really catches her eye are the breath taking white and red roses dripping from the ceiling. How did you take care of things like that? The host glances up at her with a forced smile. No doubt he thinks she is lost or something. MJ grips the end of her jacket, eyes glancing around, but her voice doesn't crack or shake.
MJ Bell: “Hi, um, is a Ian Bishop here?”
Host: “Ah, yes, he had mentioned he'd have company, follow me.”
The host's facial expression changes to a real smile, he grabs a menu before leading her back through the dark light restaurant. Most of the people are all dressed rather nicely which is making MJ wish she hadn't worn her ripped jeans. She tugs on her jacket like a security blanket. When she approaches the table, there is a very pretty waitress extremely close to Ian Bishop. She is giggling, leaning on the table giving Ian Bishop a clear view of her cleavage as her hand strokes his arm. The host seems a little uncomfortable before he snaps at the waitress to 'get back to work'. The waitress' eyes MJ, her nose in the air, a slight grimace before she walks off. The host turns to MJ with a very apologetic smile.
Host: “I am so sorry about that. I'll get you another waitress straight away Mrs. Bishop. ”
MJ's mouth opens spilling out uncompleted sentences, mainly sounds but the host just leaves. She stands there for a moment dumbstruck before turning towards Ian with her arms folded. He's demeanor changes as he gives her a skeptical look. The two of them are just staring at each before he waves his hand out at the chair across form him.
Ian Bishop: “Going to have a seat, Mrs. Bishop?”
His tone is light, arrogant, causing MJ to stiffen. However, despite all that she drops down into the chair across from him. MJ leans against the table. Ian's eyes on remain on MJ, roaming along her face and the upper half of her body. Under his gaze, she shifts in the seat with narrowing eyes.
Ian Bishop: “Well, don't you look all casual and shit."
Ian is giving her a very cocky grin but gets no true reaction from the red head. MJ takes a second to glance down at her tight red v-neck shirt. Her eyes roll as she zips up her jacket. Ian has no right to judge what she is wearing. Most of her stuff had to be shipped to their next Massacre location.
MJ Bell: “I'm not here to have lunch with you.”
Ian Bishop: “Then what is it? Are you hear to bitch at me some more?”
MJ Bell: “I'm also not here to fight... I just want my truck back. Tell me where it is.”
Ian is taking a sip of his glass, his eyes widening, brows lifting in question. He lowers the glass to the table. MJ taps her fingers against the table while another waitress fills her glass with some type of red wine. After the waitress walks away without a word, Ian leans forward to grab something off the table. MJ shifts in her seat, her index dipping into the liquid to taste it. She winces from the bitterness.
Ian Bishop: “It's not my fault you can't remember where you parked the fucking thing. ”
MJ Bell: “I remember where I parked it. That isn't the problem. Someone stole it from the parking lot.”
Ian Bishop: “That is why you called me here?”
MJ Bell: “I told you I didn't want to eat with you. Quit changing the subject!”
She releases a sigh to stop her anger. Is he covering or just ignoring everything she is saying? Ian takes another sip from his glass then answers her.
Ian Bishop: “Why would I want to take your fucking truck? I have better things to do then steal your piece of shit vehicle.”
MJ drops her palm to the table making a loud thump. Ian doesn't even bother looking up from whatever is in his hand. Her fingers spread out before clenching into a tight fist. Her head begins to feel hot.
MJ Bell: “Someone in The Family took my truck and I want it back. I have no idea why you would take it. It gives you nothing and it's not a piece of shit, you fu--”
She inhales deeply stopping herself as a waitress sets down a basket of bread between the two. Ian helps himself to the bread while MJ leans back in the chair with a grunt. Ian butters the piece before he takes a bit from it.
Ian Bishop: “Even if I knew what you were talking about why the fuck would I help you? You hit me in the face with a god damn chair.”
MJ Bell: “Ian, look, I'm sorry I hit you with a chair. Seriously, just give me back my truck. I know one of you stole it!”
Bishop tosses the piece of bread aside, he tone rising.
Ian Bishop: “I told you already, bitch, I didn't take that piece of shit!”
MJ cheeks flush red both hands slam against the table before she stands up knocking the chair over. Ian is sitting there lying to her face and he thinks he has the right to get angry with her? MJ is done. A few people glance over at them. The waitress for the table stops a few feet away, nervously looking around. Ian is now glaring at her and she is returning the look.
MJ Bell: “You are a liar. I don't know why I even bothered calling you. I figured, you'd at least throw me a fucking bone because there is no reason to keep my truck but excuse me for being a dumb 'bitch.' I mean, my truck isn't going to give you a leg up over me. After all those things you said to me at the hospital I thought you'd give me some kind of pity and return my piece of shit vehicle but I was wrong about you. You're such an asshole!”
MJ knocks the wine over with her arm as she hurries to leave. Her head feels stuffy while she loudly makes her way towards the door. Ian is standing up now. He stumbles over his own chair to chase after her.
Ian Bishop: “MJ, wait, I wasn't lying to you! I have no fucking clue where your truck is. Listen, I'm sorry I snapped--”
He grabs a hold of her wrist and before he can finish his apology she turns around to meet him with a slap to the face. He releases her wrist quickly. As she continues on her way out while Ian rubs his cheek in disbelief. MJ crosses her arms over her chest as she stomps away from the restaurant. This whole thing was a waste of her time. What is worse, MJ is now doubting that they even have her truck. Ian really didn't seem like he had a clue but who else would take it? Sean has to have it but was The Family in on it? MJ kicks at the dirt on the sidewalk.
Her match needs her attention but once again, The Family steals the spot light. MJ is now regretting ever helping Hood that night. It has done nothing but screw up everything. All the red head wants is to be in the ring with someone other than the members of The Family. Damian is a good wrestler, he deserved MJ to give him her best in that ring. However, with everything else going on her mind feels split. For one moment she thought the week would run smoothly, one glimmer of hope that her week wouldn't have to deal with Sean but no luck. What is worse now she actually feels guilty for smacking Ian.
MJ slows down and turns around back towards the restaurant. There are a million betters ways she could have handled that without hitting Ian in the face. He did take time out of his day to meet her, well, in a way. It wasn't like he wasn't on his way to Massacre. She didn't have time to worry about that right now. The sole thing needing her attention at this point is her match. That is what she will pour herself into. Aim her frustration in her training then win that match. Well, hopefully. It's annoying. What needs her attention can't receive it due to daily drama. She slips her hand into her pocket to grab her phone and call Kenshin.
A Brick Wall.
The camera turns on but it isn't wobbling like it normally does. MJ is up against your basic brick wall instead of her truck. Her hands are in the pockets of her jeans.
MJ Bell: “I've had a bad week so I don't have a lot to say to you 'Sadistic Insanity' Damian Payne. I've been told that you are a tough competitor. People say that I should fear you because of your unpredictability but I've seen that in its purest form. You haven't been paying attention if you actually believe that I'll be worried when we enter into the ring. Sean likes to say that he changed me and unfortunately for you, he has. Not in the way he wanted though. He only fueled the fire that was only embers before. Now, Damian, you'll be the first of many to feel that fire and how dangerous it can truly be. I have nothing against you but you'll be taken down without a second thought. I've had it up to here with 'insane' opponents. Right now, all I can see you as is just a way to train for my upcoming match inside a cage. Is that fair to you? Of course not but I cannot change the way I think right now. I hope you are really ready to face against me. You may be stronger than I am but I'm angrier. You'll be amazed to see how difficult I am to take down when all I see is red. Bring the best you can because that is all I ever bring to every single match.”
MJ kicks up away from the wall.
MJ Bell: “I wish you luck during our match because you'll need it more than I will. We'll see what really wins in a match... Insanity or fury.”
The camera cuts off and for the first time #TasteTheSmoke burns itself onto the screen.
Around the living room table are a few of MJ's friends, they all excitedly whispered to one another. Her parents spoke to a few of the other parents all gathered in the living room. The birthday girl was currently with her brother on their way back from the store. It was her 18th birthday but MJ didn't want anything for it. Her family and friends thought it was a waste to not celebrate and planned a party.
Finn was supposed to be the distraction for the day which he had done flawlessly. A much younger Madeline-June in the front seat of her brother's car. Her fingers combed back through her brown hair as a long sighed escaped. Finn looked over at his sister with a smile.
Finn Bell: “Why are you gloomy?”
MJ Bell: “I'm not gloomy, Finn. I just... Forget it.”
Finn blew a bunch of air out of his nose, a tired expression took over his features. The sun began to set behind the trees. Madeline rolled down the window to let in the cool air into the car.
Finn Bell: “Just tell me, Madeline.”
MJ Bell: “I just wish I had gotten a car... You know, for my birthday last year?”
Finn Bell: “Don't wanna ride with your stupid older brother, huh?”
Her eyes rolled but she gave him a slight grin. MJ adored her brother but she didn't want to always rely on him for rides.
MJ Bell: “I love you but I want my own car...”
Finn continued to smirk when they turned into the driveway. He stopped his car, turned it off then climbed out. Slowly, MJ followed him with the bags in hand. Finn opened up the door to the dark house and she walked in. When she entered into the kitchen the lights turned on.
SURPRISE!
Her lips parted, she gasped, dropped the bags before her friends ran over to hug her. The shock had been written on her face. MJ laughed, hugged them back then let them lead her to the table with gifts and the cake. The party wasn't anything new. The adults all went down into the den while the teens blasted music and danced. MJ was never a dancer, in fact, she hated dancing but she enjoyed herself. Finn had been with a group of his own friends most of the night they were outside doing something. He only came back in when they ate the cake. The rest of the night had gone by rather quick.
It wasn't until late that everyone left the Bell house. MJ's night wasn't over yet though. As the two siblings cleaned up the mess they were joking about how Finn hadn't gotten her anything. He said that he had drove her everywhere. MJ just tossed an empty cup at his head.
Finn Bell: “Alright, alright. So, are we done yet, mom?”
Susan Bell: “Yes.. Go ahead you two.”
Robert walked over to kissed his daughter's forehead and whispered 'Be safe'. It had gotten a look of confusion but she followed behind Finn outside. Finn stopped her, tossed her keys then lead her to a white Ford Ranger. It was a small model, it was nothing fancy but MJ was ecstatic to see it. She ran over to the truck and smoothed her hands against the door.
MJ Bell: “Is this what you had been working on?”
Finn Bell: “Yeah. Do you like it?”
MJ Bell:” I freaking' love it! This is amazing!”
Finn spoke while his sister ran around to check out the rest of the truck.
Finn Bell: “Since money has been tight I figured it'd take less of it to just fix up a truck for you. I had some help and I'm sorry it isn't anything new but it'll get you from point A to B.”
MJ bolted from behind the truck to tackle her brother in a tight hug.
MJ Bell: “You are the best brother ever! Can I drive it? We are so driving it. I mean, I am. Oh my lord! Quick, Finn get it!”
Finn laughed. The two of them climbed into the truck as she wiggled in the seat. MJ was so excited. She turned the truck on before she took the two out onto the road.
April 4, Room 156.
MJ sits up in bed. It's a little late in the day but after being on the back of Kenshin's bike for such a long time, her body is a little sore. Although, it wasn't like she has room to be picky on her ride. Her truck was the only vehicle she ever had. It is her baby and it is missing. Of course, the cops were only able to help her so much. Unfortunately, many cars were stolen and never seen again. Her heart is heavy. It seems a little foolish to be so broken up about a truck but there were so many memories tied to that truck. Her brother had worked his ass off to fix that piece of junk up for her. Now it's gone...
The room is very quiet signaling that Kenshin is still not there. Vaguely, the memory of him leaving that morning resurfaces. Did she try to follow him? If fact she had. MJ had woken up when Kenshin did but he told her to just go back to bed which she had, apparently. She rubs her eyes before slamming her hand over to her buzzing phone. MJ picks it up to check the number before answering it. It was a back stage person from OCW. It apparent that Dean really needs an assistant.
MJ Bell: “Hello Zach. So, were you able to find one of the numbers I asked for?”
Zach: “I wasn't able to get the number you requested but I do have one.”
She listens closely to get the number down onto the piece of paper. When she asks who it is her heart sinks. For a moment, hazel eyes narrow down at the number. It wasn't someone she wants to be around but it was the only lead she has.
MJ Bell: “Thank you, Zach.”
After hanging up on call, she dials in another number. When they answer, MJ takes a breath before speaking.
April 5, Rocky's.
MJ combs through her sideways bangs, glances down at herself before she walks into the restaurant. It's a fancier place then she would have thought. With a name like Rocky's it seemed to scream out 'western theme' however it was a pleasant surprise not to see that theme. The walls are painted with darker paint and candles are everywhere. Even the door has a beautiful stained glass design on it. Beautiful dark wooden chairs and cozy booths scattered around the room. What really catches her eye are the breath taking white and red roses dripping from the ceiling. How did you take care of things like that? The host glances up at her with a forced smile. No doubt he thinks she is lost or something. MJ grips the end of her jacket, eyes glancing around, but her voice doesn't crack or shake.
MJ Bell: “Hi, um, is a Ian Bishop here?”
Host: “Ah, yes, he had mentioned he'd have company, follow me.”
The host's facial expression changes to a real smile, he grabs a menu before leading her back through the dark light restaurant. Most of the people are all dressed rather nicely which is making MJ wish she hadn't worn her ripped jeans. She tugs on her jacket like a security blanket. When she approaches the table, there is a very pretty waitress extremely close to Ian Bishop. She is giggling, leaning on the table giving Ian Bishop a clear view of her cleavage as her hand strokes his arm. The host seems a little uncomfortable before he snaps at the waitress to 'get back to work'. The waitress' eyes MJ, her nose in the air, a slight grimace before she walks off. The host turns to MJ with a very apologetic smile.
Host: “I am so sorry about that. I'll get you another waitress straight away Mrs. Bishop. ”
MJ's mouth opens spilling out uncompleted sentences, mainly sounds but the host just leaves. She stands there for a moment dumbstruck before turning towards Ian with her arms folded. He's demeanor changes as he gives her a skeptical look. The two of them are just staring at each before he waves his hand out at the chair across form him.
Ian Bishop: “Going to have a seat, Mrs. Bishop?”
His tone is light, arrogant, causing MJ to stiffen. However, despite all that she drops down into the chair across from him. MJ leans against the table. Ian's eyes on remain on MJ, roaming along her face and the upper half of her body. Under his gaze, she shifts in the seat with narrowing eyes.
Ian Bishop: “Well, don't you look all casual and shit."
Ian is giving her a very cocky grin but gets no true reaction from the red head. MJ takes a second to glance down at her tight red v-neck shirt. Her eyes roll as she zips up her jacket. Ian has no right to judge what she is wearing. Most of her stuff had to be shipped to their next Massacre location.
MJ Bell: “I'm not here to have lunch with you.”
Ian Bishop: “Then what is it? Are you hear to bitch at me some more?”
MJ Bell: “I'm also not here to fight... I just want my truck back. Tell me where it is.”
Ian is taking a sip of his glass, his eyes widening, brows lifting in question. He lowers the glass to the table. MJ taps her fingers against the table while another waitress fills her glass with some type of red wine. After the waitress walks away without a word, Ian leans forward to grab something off the table. MJ shifts in her seat, her index dipping into the liquid to taste it. She winces from the bitterness.
Ian Bishop: “It's not my fault you can't remember where you parked the fucking thing. ”
MJ Bell: “I remember where I parked it. That isn't the problem. Someone stole it from the parking lot.”
Ian Bishop: “That is why you called me here?”
MJ Bell: “I told you I didn't want to eat with you. Quit changing the subject!”
She releases a sigh to stop her anger. Is he covering or just ignoring everything she is saying? Ian takes another sip from his glass then answers her.
Ian Bishop: “Why would I want to take your fucking truck? I have better things to do then steal your piece of shit vehicle.”
MJ drops her palm to the table making a loud thump. Ian doesn't even bother looking up from whatever is in his hand. Her fingers spread out before clenching into a tight fist. Her head begins to feel hot.
MJ Bell: “Someone in The Family took my truck and I want it back. I have no idea why you would take it. It gives you nothing and it's not a piece of shit, you fu--”
She inhales deeply stopping herself as a waitress sets down a basket of bread between the two. Ian helps himself to the bread while MJ leans back in the chair with a grunt. Ian butters the piece before he takes a bit from it.
Ian Bishop: “Even if I knew what you were talking about why the fuck would I help you? You hit me in the face with a god damn chair.”
MJ Bell: “Ian, look, I'm sorry I hit you with a chair. Seriously, just give me back my truck. I know one of you stole it!”
Bishop tosses the piece of bread aside, he tone rising.
Ian Bishop: “I told you already, bitch, I didn't take that piece of shit!”
MJ cheeks flush red both hands slam against the table before she stands up knocking the chair over. Ian is sitting there lying to her face and he thinks he has the right to get angry with her? MJ is done. A few people glance over at them. The waitress for the table stops a few feet away, nervously looking around. Ian is now glaring at her and she is returning the look.
MJ Bell: “You are a liar. I don't know why I even bothered calling you. I figured, you'd at least throw me a fucking bone because there is no reason to keep my truck but excuse me for being a dumb 'bitch.' I mean, my truck isn't going to give you a leg up over me. After all those things you said to me at the hospital I thought you'd give me some kind of pity and return my piece of shit vehicle but I was wrong about you. You're such an asshole!”
MJ knocks the wine over with her arm as she hurries to leave. Her head feels stuffy while she loudly makes her way towards the door. Ian is standing up now. He stumbles over his own chair to chase after her.
Ian Bishop: “MJ, wait, I wasn't lying to you! I have no fucking clue where your truck is. Listen, I'm sorry I snapped--”
He grabs a hold of her wrist and before he can finish his apology she turns around to meet him with a slap to the face. He releases her wrist quickly. As she continues on her way out while Ian rubs his cheek in disbelief. MJ crosses her arms over her chest as she stomps away from the restaurant. This whole thing was a waste of her time. What is worse, MJ is now doubting that they even have her truck. Ian really didn't seem like he had a clue but who else would take it? Sean has to have it but was The Family in on it? MJ kicks at the dirt on the sidewalk.
Her match needs her attention but once again, The Family steals the spot light. MJ is now regretting ever helping Hood that night. It has done nothing but screw up everything. All the red head wants is to be in the ring with someone other than the members of The Family. Damian is a good wrestler, he deserved MJ to give him her best in that ring. However, with everything else going on her mind feels split. For one moment she thought the week would run smoothly, one glimmer of hope that her week wouldn't have to deal with Sean but no luck. What is worse now she actually feels guilty for smacking Ian.
MJ slows down and turns around back towards the restaurant. There are a million betters ways she could have handled that without hitting Ian in the face. He did take time out of his day to meet her, well, in a way. It wasn't like he wasn't on his way to Massacre. She didn't have time to worry about that right now. The sole thing needing her attention at this point is her match. That is what she will pour herself into. Aim her frustration in her training then win that match. Well, hopefully. It's annoying. What needs her attention can't receive it due to daily drama. She slips her hand into her pocket to grab her phone and call Kenshin.
A Brick Wall.
The camera turns on but it isn't wobbling like it normally does. MJ is up against your basic brick wall instead of her truck. Her hands are in the pockets of her jeans.
MJ Bell: “I've had a bad week so I don't have a lot to say to you 'Sadistic Insanity' Damian Payne. I've been told that you are a tough competitor. People say that I should fear you because of your unpredictability but I've seen that in its purest form. You haven't been paying attention if you actually believe that I'll be worried when we enter into the ring. Sean likes to say that he changed me and unfortunately for you, he has. Not in the way he wanted though. He only fueled the fire that was only embers before. Now, Damian, you'll be the first of many to feel that fire and how dangerous it can truly be. I have nothing against you but you'll be taken down without a second thought. I've had it up to here with 'insane' opponents. Right now, all I can see you as is just a way to train for my upcoming match inside a cage. Is that fair to you? Of course not but I cannot change the way I think right now. I hope you are really ready to face against me. You may be stronger than I am but I'm angrier. You'll be amazed to see how difficult I am to take down when all I see is red. Bring the best you can because that is all I ever bring to every single match.”
MJ kicks up away from the wall.
MJ Bell: “I wish you luck during our match because you'll need it more than I will. We'll see what really wins in a match... Insanity or fury.”
The camera cuts off and for the first time #TasteTheSmoke burns itself onto the screen.