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Pride.
Greed.
Lust.
Envy.
Gluttony.
Wrath.
Sloth.
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Pride.
Greed.
Lust.
Envy.
Gluttony.
Wrath.
Sloth.
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EBWF cameras were tailing The Broken moments after the beatdown of Jimmy Havoc ended, and the crew had returned backstage. Seth Rollins was still walking close to Blue Pants, guiding her down the corridor as Baron Corbin and Havoc lagged behind. He was still bloody and limped as he took a step. But as he passed a camera, he gave a definitive smirk. Everything came to a halt as Seth stopped. Blue Pants had turned around and thrust a finger at him.
Blue Pants: Stop following me.
Seth stood there, not knowing what to do. He looked back at the camera, then to Corbin and Havoc who were just now catching up. Seth gave a look that said more than enough for Jimmy to catch on.
Jimmy Havoc: What does she want?
Blue Pants: I’m right here, ya know. Unless you can’t see me because of the two black eyes I just gave you. How does that make you feel, you creep?
Blue Pants had started in on Jimmy. She continued talking and went to approach him, but both Rollins and Corbin stepped forward. A momentary struggle ensued as Blue Pants tried to force her way to Havoc, who now leaned against the wall for support and heaved a chuckle.
Jimmy Havoc: I think the only question here to ask is, how does that make you feel, Leva?
Corbin effortlessly shuffled Blue Pants back a couple of steps as Havoc motioned for Seth.
Jimmy Havoc: Leave her be. She needs her rest.
Seth, along with Baron both looked to Blue Pants one last time before turning and walking the opposite direction with Jimmy. Blue Pants had already began walking down the corridor to her right as a few of the backstage crew stared. When she realized she was still being followed by a camera, she abruptly spun around.
Blue Pants: They’re sick. This is just a game for them. But they don’t realize it isn’t a game for me. It's not fun. I don’t wanna do this. But noooooo… The Broken. They make me do things I don’t want to do.
She paused briefly, pressed her eyes shut, trying to keep her cool.
Blue Pants: Just like Bayley… I wasn’t supposed to do this all alone. I came here for her. I dropped everything I was doing to be here with her. And what did she do?! LEFT me! She drove me to the party, found that one guy she wants to hook up with, and then takes him home. Without me. Maybe I wanna hook up, too! I LOOK OLDER THAN SHE DOES ANYWAY! Now she doesn’t even talk to me. Maybe she crashed into a tree or drove off a bridge. Maybe that’s what she gets after ditching me. Wait… I don’t mean that.
Blue Pants shook her head and gave a disgusted sigh.
Blue Pants: I don’t get how a best friend does that. I gave her the kick in the pants she needed to go as far as she did in queen of the ring. We could have been tag team champions! Naaah, too bad. Bayley left. She gives it to Sasha Banks and Summer Rae. They don’t deserve it. They don’t deserve anything. What makes them better than me? I WANT GOLD TOO. It matches with my outfit. I WEAR BLUE AND YELLOW! Come on! I deserve some of that, too. At least a SHOT. Don’t you think?
She looked past the camera to a lone producer and he looked up, nodding. He had been listening silently, intently.
Blue Pants: See?! Thank you! I mean, how does someone like Gionna Daddio or Zahra Schreiber manage to one-up me. They have SKULL TATTOOS! Not even anything cool or unique like I don’t know, a minotaur or something. That’s COOL. And trust me, I know cool. Maybe it’s because they have each other. And I had no one.
Producer: So you have someone now?
Blue Pants looked to the producer again. He spoke to her like he'd known her.
Blue Pants: What? No. I have no one... Is what I meant. I don’t even have anything to live by. This match I just had and lost? My second match in the company since I joined months ago! It’s like Bayley left and so did I. I haven’t done anything… Until now. Wake up and smell the double shot espresso mocha latte people. I’m still here. Tonight was a power punch to the tits of this company. Maybe now people will stop looking at me like I'm a joke. Like I'm a baby who was dropped on my head into a well like a sack of lumpy potatoes. My name isn’t lazy pants. I’m Blue Pants. I’m still the me I always have been and will be...
Even Blue Pants didn't sound so sure about Blue Pants. Her last sentence was so staccato. Like they got stuck on the way out.
Blue Pants: These guys just come in here and ruin my match, and think they can push me around and make me think they can help me. I don’t need help! I don’t need to bow down to anyone. I am me. We is we. But Jimmy, and Seth and Baron? You are creeps. It’s like you put me on this pedestal and now I’m stuck. Maybe I should just take it and run. Ten minutes ago when I kicked the crap out of you in that ring in front of EVERYONE, I had all the power. I had all the control. It’s like I was GOD! And Jimmy Havoc is satan. And I brought him back down to this world. My reality, where everything hurts. Where you’ve been stabbed in the back. Left alone. Helpless. When my only friend disappeared, the way Jimmy looks and feels right now is exactly what I felt. Except I’ve never woke up with racoon eyes. I wake up the same old Blue Pants. The same old me fans just love.
There was a bitterly sarcastic tone behind her words.
Blue Pants: If I left Bayley alone everyone would hate me. I’d never turn my back on people because being selfish doesn’t suit me. It suits the old me. The old me that no one’s even seen. I don’t know… You did just watch me beat the s*** out of Jimmy Havoc.
Surprisingly blunt, like a karate chop to the chest.
Blue Pants: That was fun. It felt good. Terribly good. That’s something I would do in the past. And what’s even better is he just let me do it. Fire meet gasoline. He doused himself and handed me the match. How wrong is that? How wrong is it that I went for it?! The Broken are about as messed up as you can get. They’re bad people. But I’m not bad people.
Producer: The Broken are not as bad as you think they are, Le--
Blue Pants: HEY! I didn’t ask you! I know you know I know that. Why would I be saying all of this heeby jeeby crap if I didn’t know?! This is a LIVE stream of consciousness. I am having an existential crisis here. I need to trick myself into thinking they’re not as bad as I think they are. If I keep thinking what I’m thinking, I think I might end up crazy…
Blue Pants held her head in her hands briefly, trying to make sense of herself.
Blue Pants: You know… they’re not as bad as I think…
Once she started shaking her head, it all came to her. The muddled thoughts were clear as mud.
Blue Pants: Jimmy Havoc worships me.
Producer: Isn’t that what we all want at the end of the day?
Blue Pants: I want more than that. I want the gold. The glory, the power. All of it. And it’s right in front of me. It’s Broken. But everything I want was on its knees in front of the WORLD! For… me. Jimmy Havoc can’t even touch me. He won’t. Seth Rollins wouldn’t even try. If Corbin really wanted to, he could’ve already ruined me… He had me cornered out there. But he didn’t do a thing.
Producer: You don’t think Havoc has anything to do with that?
Blue Pants shamelessly shrugged.
Blue Pants: I can’t see inside his brain so I don’t know. You can ask him, mister whoever you are, since you’re asking me questions I didn’t ask to be asked.
Producer: Let’s think. Havoc has beaten some of the best in this business already. You know if we wanted to do anything, you probably wouldn’t be breathing right now. So I’ll ask you again. Do you think he had anything to do with that?
The tone of the man behind the camera had gone dark in a flash. Blue Pants caught on and realized what was happening.
Blue Pants: You’re a we?! So now they’ve got you. Real classy. More like ass-y. Get out of my way before I trash you, too, weirdo.
Blue Pants reached out and forced the camera downward with her hand, bringing static to the screen as it fell to the floor.
____________________________Blue Pants: Stop following me.
Seth stood there, not knowing what to do. He looked back at the camera, then to Corbin and Havoc who were just now catching up. Seth gave a look that said more than enough for Jimmy to catch on.
Jimmy Havoc: What does she want?
Blue Pants: I’m right here, ya know. Unless you can’t see me because of the two black eyes I just gave you. How does that make you feel, you creep?
Blue Pants had started in on Jimmy. She continued talking and went to approach him, but both Rollins and Corbin stepped forward. A momentary struggle ensued as Blue Pants tried to force her way to Havoc, who now leaned against the wall for support and heaved a chuckle.
Jimmy Havoc: I think the only question here to ask is, how does that make you feel, Leva?
Corbin effortlessly shuffled Blue Pants back a couple of steps as Havoc motioned for Seth.
Jimmy Havoc: Leave her be. She needs her rest.
Seth, along with Baron both looked to Blue Pants one last time before turning and walking the opposite direction with Jimmy. Blue Pants had already began walking down the corridor to her right as a few of the backstage crew stared. When she realized she was still being followed by a camera, she abruptly spun around.
Blue Pants: They’re sick. This is just a game for them. But they don’t realize it isn’t a game for me. It's not fun. I don’t wanna do this. But noooooo… The Broken. They make me do things I don’t want to do.
She paused briefly, pressed her eyes shut, trying to keep her cool.
Blue Pants: Just like Bayley… I wasn’t supposed to do this all alone. I came here for her. I dropped everything I was doing to be here with her. And what did she do?! LEFT me! She drove me to the party, found that one guy she wants to hook up with, and then takes him home. Without me. Maybe I wanna hook up, too! I LOOK OLDER THAN SHE DOES ANYWAY! Now she doesn’t even talk to me. Maybe she crashed into a tree or drove off a bridge. Maybe that’s what she gets after ditching me. Wait… I don’t mean that.
Blue Pants shook her head and gave a disgusted sigh.
Blue Pants: I don’t get how a best friend does that. I gave her the kick in the pants she needed to go as far as she did in queen of the ring. We could have been tag team champions! Naaah, too bad. Bayley left. She gives it to Sasha Banks and Summer Rae. They don’t deserve it. They don’t deserve anything. What makes them better than me? I WANT GOLD TOO. It matches with my outfit. I WEAR BLUE AND YELLOW! Come on! I deserve some of that, too. At least a SHOT. Don’t you think?
She looked past the camera to a lone producer and he looked up, nodding. He had been listening silently, intently.
Blue Pants: See?! Thank you! I mean, how does someone like Gionna Daddio or Zahra Schreiber manage to one-up me. They have SKULL TATTOOS! Not even anything cool or unique like I don’t know, a minotaur or something. That’s COOL. And trust me, I know cool. Maybe it’s because they have each other. And I had no one.
Producer: So you have someone now?
Blue Pants looked to the producer again. He spoke to her like he'd known her.
Blue Pants: What? No. I have no one... Is what I meant. I don’t even have anything to live by. This match I just had and lost? My second match in the company since I joined months ago! It’s like Bayley left and so did I. I haven’t done anything… Until now. Wake up and smell the double shot espresso mocha latte people. I’m still here. Tonight was a power punch to the tits of this company. Maybe now people will stop looking at me like I'm a joke. Like I'm a baby who was dropped on my head into a well like a sack of lumpy potatoes. My name isn’t lazy pants. I’m Blue Pants. I’m still the me I always have been and will be...
Even Blue Pants didn't sound so sure about Blue Pants. Her last sentence was so staccato. Like they got stuck on the way out.
Blue Pants: These guys just come in here and ruin my match, and think they can push me around and make me think they can help me. I don’t need help! I don’t need to bow down to anyone. I am me. We is we. But Jimmy, and Seth and Baron? You are creeps. It’s like you put me on this pedestal and now I’m stuck. Maybe I should just take it and run. Ten minutes ago when I kicked the crap out of you in that ring in front of EVERYONE, I had all the power. I had all the control. It’s like I was GOD! And Jimmy Havoc is satan. And I brought him back down to this world. My reality, where everything hurts. Where you’ve been stabbed in the back. Left alone. Helpless. When my only friend disappeared, the way Jimmy looks and feels right now is exactly what I felt. Except I’ve never woke up with racoon eyes. I wake up the same old Blue Pants. The same old me fans just love.
There was a bitterly sarcastic tone behind her words.
Blue Pants: If I left Bayley alone everyone would hate me. I’d never turn my back on people because being selfish doesn’t suit me. It suits the old me. The old me that no one’s even seen. I don’t know… You did just watch me beat the s*** out of Jimmy Havoc.
Surprisingly blunt, like a karate chop to the chest.
Blue Pants: That was fun. It felt good. Terribly good. That’s something I would do in the past. And what’s even better is he just let me do it. Fire meet gasoline. He doused himself and handed me the match. How wrong is that? How wrong is it that I went for it?! The Broken are about as messed up as you can get. They’re bad people. But I’m not bad people.
Producer: The Broken are not as bad as you think they are, Le--
Blue Pants: HEY! I didn’t ask you! I know you know I know that. Why would I be saying all of this heeby jeeby crap if I didn’t know?! This is a LIVE stream of consciousness. I am having an existential crisis here. I need to trick myself into thinking they’re not as bad as I think they are. If I keep thinking what I’m thinking, I think I might end up crazy…
Blue Pants held her head in her hands briefly, trying to make sense of herself.
Blue Pants: You know… they’re not as bad as I think…
Once she started shaking her head, it all came to her. The muddled thoughts were clear as mud.
Blue Pants: Jimmy Havoc worships me.
Producer: Isn’t that what we all want at the end of the day?
Blue Pants: I want more than that. I want the gold. The glory, the power. All of it. And it’s right in front of me. It’s Broken. But everything I want was on its knees in front of the WORLD! For… me. Jimmy Havoc can’t even touch me. He won’t. Seth Rollins wouldn’t even try. If Corbin really wanted to, he could’ve already ruined me… He had me cornered out there. But he didn’t do a thing.
Producer: You don’t think Havoc has anything to do with that?
Blue Pants shamelessly shrugged.
Blue Pants: I can’t see inside his brain so I don’t know. You can ask him, mister whoever you are, since you’re asking me questions I didn’t ask to be asked.
Producer: Let’s think. Havoc has beaten some of the best in this business already. You know if we wanted to do anything, you probably wouldn’t be breathing right now. So I’ll ask you again. Do you think he had anything to do with that?
The tone of the man behind the camera had gone dark in a flash. Blue Pants caught on and realized what was happening.
Blue Pants: You’re a we?! So now they’ve got you. Real classy. More like ass-y. Get out of my way before I trash you, too, weirdo.
Blue Pants reached out and forced the camera downward with her hand, bringing static to the screen as it fell to the floor.
OOC: This should have come out sooner, but internet probs. What can you do? This is just some character development. Hope you enjoy it.