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Most people never spoke a good word about the state of New Jersey, but it was the place Felicity Banks called home her entire life. The muggy summer air was replaced by a soothing autumn breeze, and after months of being grumpy due to heat sensitivity, Felicity’s soul was starting to come alive. The smile on her face was impossible to remove after taking a nice long walk around the neighborhood with her pitbull, Diego -- the duo now back in Felicity's front yard.

“It’s the mooooost wonderfulllll tiiiiiiime of the yeaaaaaaaar!”

Although it wasn’t Christmas, the month of October brought a happiness out of Felicity that was rare to see. The coziness of the sweatsuit she was wearing, and the cool air hitting her face as Diego pulled her toward the front door made her feel comfortable compared to the sweat and irritability brought on by the summer heat.

“Okaaaay, Diego! You don’t have to pull me like this!”

The seventy pound dog continued doing his thing until he reached Felicity’s front door. He stood up on his hind legs and grabbed the screen door handle with his mouth to pull it open for his master.

“... when the hell did you learn how to do that?” Felicity asked, her eyes wide as she pulled the door towards herself to keep it open, “Swear, I don’t know what you dogs do when I’m out of town, but I’m starting to think you all live secret lives. If you have a family of seven out there somewhere, know that I am not paying puppy support! I’ll buy toys and puppy diapers, though.”

Diego tilted his head to the side, clearly having no idea what his master was talking about. This got a smile out of Felicity as she pushed the actual front door open and was immediately greeted by her other dogs, Bella, Bane and Chico.

“Hi hi hi!” Felicity exclaimed as the puppies all pounced on her, “Okay, I missed you too, but you’re about to knock me over!”

Felicity pushed through the stampede of puppies and unhooked Diego from his leash. She shut the door behind her and looked around the dark living room for any sign of human life.

“Rosa! Are you still here or did you go home already?!” Felicity screamed in an attempt to hear from her cleaning lady.

“Si, Miss Fel! I am in the kitchen! I cook food for you and puppies then go home!”

Felicity rolled her eyes, bothered by the fact that Rosa was six months pregnant and still wouldn’t take it easy. She tossed the leash in her hand onto the nearest couch, then moved toward the kitchen to find her thirty-two year old Mexican cleaning lady slaving over the stove.

“What are you doing?” Felicity asked with sass in her tone.

“I am making sure you have food for a few days. I have baby doctor appointment tomorrow and mi prima is coming in from California to help me buy some things for the nursery so I won’t be around rest of the week.” Rosa replied, never making any eye contact with Felicity as she turned to face the granite countertop. “House is clean too besides kitchen. I do this later.”

Felicity let out labored sigh as she walked up to Rosa and got right in front of her. “Rosa!” Felicity yelled, placing her hands gently on her cleaning lady’s shoulders, “You are six months pregnant, lady! You need to calm down and stop doing all these things! Your poor feet have to be killing you! I don’t know how you do it, but that’s it. I’m putting you on bed rest.”

“But Miss Fel, I…”

“No.” Felicity interrupted, “There is no buts anymore. I told you to take it easy. Hell, I told you to go home and take care of yourself, but you promised me you’d take easy. You said you’d barely be around, but you’re here every single day!”

“But Miss Fel, I…”

Felicity moved her right hand off of Rosa’s shoulder and used it to cover her mouth.

“You wanna act like a child? I’m going to treat you like a child.” she said with a laugh, “Rosa… go home! I can take care of everything around here. If you're short on money or something I’ll give you an advance. You'll have to work it off when you're not pregnant, but still. Just…” she pulled her hand away from Rosa’s mouth, her tone now a whisper, “... go home.”

Felicity pulled the bowl Rosa was holding out of her hand and set it on the countertop. She moved around her and untied the apron she was wearing, then pulled it off from around Rosa’s head to toss it the side. With that out of the way, Felicity moved to her refrigerator, pulled the door open, and grabbed a bottle of Fiji water before she glanced back at Rosa.

“How much money do you need?” Felicity asked, twisting off the cap to her water bottle as she spun around.

“It’s not… money.” Rosa replied with hesitancy, “It is, but it’s a little deeper than that, Miss Fel.”

Felicity narrowed a brow, a curious glare forming on her face. “Oh?”

An awkward silence took over for a few seconds as Felicity took a sip from her water bottle and Rosa searched for the right way to explain things. Felicity sat the bottle down on the countertop, her eyes asking Rosa “are you going to tell me?” for her.

“It’s uh… dios mio, como le digo?” Rosa began to panic, pacing around in a circle while mumbling something in her native tongue. “Okay, I tell you this now. I lost my home, Miss Fel.”

“... wut?” Felicity replied, taking a step forward to get closer to Rosa.

“It’s a long story, Miss Fel. You don’t have to worry. I go to motel.”

Rosa began gathering her things as Felicity stood back and tried to process what she just heard. Rosa went to grab her car keys off the kitchen table, but Felicity reached forward and grabbed them before Rosa got close.

“No, you’re not leaving. You can’t leave. Where do you even go? Where have you been staying?! How long have you not had your house?” Felicity had more questions, but she figured those were enough for the time being.

“I rent out small motel room in the city. It’s no problem, Miss Fel. I have money for room and doctor, but I have to keep working because I’m running low. Mucho trabajo con poco dinero, you know?” Rosa said with a smile.

Lots of work, little money. That wasn’t something Felicity knew much about. She worked a total of six or maybe seven days a month and was paid well to do what she did. Six figures to be exact. That, and she also had a successful nightclub in Queens that pulled in lots of cash nightly.

She figured all the little things that came with being a wrestler counted as part of the job. The autograph signings, the public appearances, the radio interviews and everything else all added up. Still, her heart sank for Rosa. She had no idea that her most loyal employee was dealing with these kind of problems, but they didn’t surprise her. Not even in the slightest.

Rosa Valdez had a history with ‘shady’ activity in her family, but the most troubling thing? She came from a family of drug dealers. A family who was known to import most of the cocaine and heroin that came into the tri-state area, but Rosa herself? She wasn’t anything like her relatives. When it was her time to sell product for the family, she got hooked on it and became a junkie. A junkie who literally blew all of her product, then later got kicked out of her family. If it was anyone else? Rosa would’ve been dead, no doubt. But in the Valdez family? Blood was thicker than water.

Rosa still dealt with her addiction issues, but Felicity was the one person in her life who actually tried to help her. Felicity kept it a secret, but she paid for Rosa’s stint in rehab and even paid off all the property taxes Rosa had on her home. It was one of the many good things Felicity liked to do in the dark, but now? She was beginning to wonder if Rosa’s problems were deeper than she originally imagined.

“Well who took the house? Your family? I told you we should’ve just signed it over to my name.” Felicity said, as she crossed her arms, a look of disappointment forming on her face.

“I know, Miss Fel. But it wouldn’t work anyway. They would still take it. I owe them lots of money, and they will keep taking until I pay.”

“Even with you having a child?” Felicity asked, disgust clear in her voice.

“Yes. They do not care. All they care about is money. That’s all.”

Felicity slid her hand down on her face, licking her lips as she looked away from Rosa. She knew that this would all go away if she just paid whatever Rosa owed, but why? Felicity had no real relationship with Rosa. Rosa was simply an employee who had a questionable past, but Felicity took a chance on her.

Why? Felicity didn’t even know the answer to that question, but with Rosa keeping her house spotless at all times? She grew to appreciate the little lady.

“Christ…” Felicity blurted out, anger easily detected in her voice.

She looked up at Rosa and shook her head as Rosa pulled away eye contact. She wanted to tell Rosa to just leave, but kicking a pregnant lady out on the street? That was heartless, and something Felicity was incapable of doing.

“Okay, you’re not about to live in a stinky motel room, Rosa. That’s just unsanitary and…” she scrunched her face, “...yuck. You’re gonna stay here tonight, and tomorrow we’ll go find you a SMALL apartment somewhere. I still have too much money for my own good from selling New Kingdom Pro so I’ll take care of everything financially. Just…” a sigh escaped her lips, “... make sure you don’t tell any of your psycho relatives about this. As far as they know, you live in motel room now, kay?”

Rosa couldn’t believe what she was hearing, tears of joy building up in her eyes. “Gracias, Miss Fel. Thank you so, so much!”

Rosa pushed forward and tried to give Felicity a hug, but Felicity threw her hand up and stopped Rosa in her tracks.

“Don’t touch me. You smell, and you probably haven’t showered in like... I don't even wanna think about that. Go and clean yourself up because you're not sitting on any of my furniture smelling like you do.” She looked away from Rosa and turned her attention to the mess in the kitchen. “I’ll clean this up. Oh, and just so you know?” Felicity turned back around to make eye contact with Rosa. “Next summer? You’re painting my house to pay this off.”

“No problem, Miss Fel. I do this and more, I promise! Thank you so much!”

Again, Rosa tried to give Felicity a hug, but Fel threw her hand up and shoo’d Rosa away. Rosa nodded her head and walked out of the kitchen as Felicity turned around to see her little French Bulldog, Bane, peeing right on the edge of the refrigerator.

“BANE!!!”

He scattered away as Felicity lunged after him, leaving Felicity with the puddle of pee and a look of disgust on her face.

“ROSA! THERE IS PEE ON THE FLOOR THAT YOU NEED TO GET BEFORE I VOMIT!”

Fel heard the shower water start to run just as she finished her sentence, giving her the impression that Rosa definitely heard her.

“Oh hell no! I’m not touching pee, Rosa! You have to clean this up before you clean yourself up! I know you can hear me!”

The next sound Fel heard was the bathroom door slamming shut, the unamused emoji face taking over her features.

“Are you kidding me?!” she slapped her forehead with her hand as she glared over at the small puddle of pee. “What the hell have I ever done to deserve this?”
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The nerves were starting to hit…

It was quite a strange thing for Felicity to be nervous, but this was something that always seemed to happen right before she was set to debut for a new company. The thing that really set her nerves off this time? Two simple words that she saw on the official lineup for Velocity 101 .

Felicity’s Debut

That was the title for her match against Samantha Tolson. It wasn’t singles match. It wasn’t no disqualifications.

It was Felicity’s Debut.

“I can’t believe they did that.” she said to herself, as she glared down at the FFW website on her iPhone screen.

Although she said she couldn’t believe it, part (most) of her actually did. She was a worldwide star who held top tier championships in two continents, and someone FFW had been hyping up since even before her signing. She was someone who just about every wrestling promoter wanted on their roster, and someone who could draw interest to a brand with a single sentence.

And Samantha Tolson? She was… good. A suplex machine if you paid attention to her Twitter. But other than some social media hype and self praise, who really was Samantha Tolson?

Felicity had an idea, but Sam wasn’t a name she was too familiar with. She knew of the Eileen Amaro’s, Andi Takata’s and Misty Whitmore’s who had been significant pieces of the FFW puzzle, but Samantha Tolson? That wasn’t a name that popped out when she thought ‘who is FFW?’

“Gonna have my work cut out for me in the research department this time.” she spoke softly, turning her attention to her dogs all sleeping on the couch across the room. “They’ll probably be no help either.”

With only a few days left before the match, Felicity knew she couldn’t waste anymore time sitting around and bumming it. She popped out of the purple mushroom chair she was sitting on and immediately threw her arms up in the air for a big stretch. She bent herself down a bit and turned to her sides to feel some noiseless cracks almost massaging her back, a relieving grin on her face.

“Ohmygod. That feels so good! But it can’t be good….” she groaned, straightening herself out as she slowly opened her eyes. “The last thing I need right now are back problems … or any kind of problems really.”

She tossed her phone down onto the mushroom chair and walked out of the living room, through the dining room, and right into the kitchen. She grabbed a bag of Cheetos off the counter, then made it to the refrigerator to pull out a bottle of fruit punch Vitaminwater.

“Okay!” she sceamed with joy. “Have my snack. Have my drink. Dogs are all sleeping. It’s time to go to the cell!"

‘The Cell’ was what Felicity called her basement. The only place in her house where you’d find anything that had to do with wrestling. Her trophies, championship replicas, awards and everything else she won throughout the course of her career was found in that one location.

There was a reason why Felicity kept everything in one area, and it was a pretty good one if you asked her. Despite everything she had accomplished and the star power her name carried, Felicity still lived a real life. One with drama, pain, happiness, sorrow and everything else that came with being a regular human.

People had a tendency to forget about those things when they reached Felicity’s level of success, but Felicity? She did everything she could to make sure she didn’t become one of those people. Those that get blinded by their own fame and start pushing away the one’s that were there before it.

Her family.

Her small circle of friends.

Her dogs.

All of those things came before her career, and that wasn’t something Felicity was ashamed to admit. The Cell was also the place she went to when she needed an escape from the real world. Where she could get lost in her own success whenever she felt down about something.

To make it ever sweeter, there was a seventy-eight inch curved TV down there that Felicity used to watch matches of her upcoming opponents on. That, and the occasional Netflix binge whenever her kids (dogs) acted up and she needed time away.

“Feel like I’m forgetting something.” she muttered. “Oh yah! My phone.”

She pushed back through the swinging kitchen door and waltzed back toward her living room. Once she got to her destination, she reached her hand down to get her phone, but caught a familiar matte black 2016 GMC Yukon XL Denali pulling into her driveway.

“What the hell is he doing here?” she said, tapping her phone screen to see three missed calls from her cousin, Jurek. “He’s gonna wake my dogs up!”

She dropped her Cheetos and Vitaminwater down onto the mushroom chair and scattered toward her front door. Once she got it open, she immediately walked out onto the front steps and flailed her arms out to her sides.

“What are you doing?! It’s Monday and today is my me day! I don’t want you or whatever criminals you have in your car to be around MY Fortress of Felitude!”

Jurek ignored his cousins yelling as he stepped out of his car and slammed the door shut. “You gon’ have to get over that whole me goin’ to jail thing, Fel. A ninaja growin’ tired of hearin’ bout it already.”

“Well it was your stupid ass that got locked up in the first place. I remind you so you don’t do it again. I don’t want you to do it again because I care. I care because…”
she stopped, watching as Jurek walked in her direction. “I have no idea how to even continue that, but yah. None of your hooligan homies are in your car, right?”

“Nah, them ninajas got shit to do. I tried callin’ yo ass but somebody don’t know how to pick up the damn phone.”

That was a typical Felicity move, but she wasn't going to own up to it.

“I just told you.” she replied bluntly, “Today is my day. My Monday’s are what Sunday’s are to regular people because I work Sunday’s. I have to do wrestling related stuff too and I’m pretty sure you don’t wanna be bothered with that.”

“Aye fuck all that noise! We got something more important to talk about. That wrestling shit can take the backseat for a few minutes, aight? You know why? Cause ya big cuz Ruthless got an idea. An idea that’s money!”

Felicity rolled her eyes, “I want nothing to do with any of your ideas. I can’t go to jail or get a felony charge. That’s just a nickname of mine. It’s not serious.”

Normally Felicity would’ve at least heard the idea out, but knowing Jurek as well as she did? She knew this idea would involve some kind of shady business. Something she’d have to hide, and there was already more than enough she managed to keep locked behind closed doors.

A painkiller addiction.

A horrible breakup.

Changes in her moods that were much more than regular mood swings.

Those were just a few of the things Felicity kept in the dark, and to add to that list? It probably wasn’t a good idea.

“Listen, I don’t really need extra money in the first place. I still have millions from selling NKP and all my other deals so I’m not like…” she paused, but only to find the right words, “... in need of extra money. If you need a loan or something, I’ll give you one. But don’t do anything that’s gonna get you in trouble because I can already tell this idea of yours probably isn’t legal.”

Jurek shook his head and walked right past Felicity as he made his way into the house. He looked around hoping to see the dogs come running to greet him, but they were nowhere to be found. “The hell my doginajas at?” He asked as he continued looking around for them.

“Uhhhh.” Fel followed Jurek inside and glanced around her living room. “They were just on the couch. Wait, why are you inside?! I told you it’s my day! That means no you or anyone who can speak words in this house!”

She moved around Jurek’s large frame and tried to push him back out the door, but he simply shoved Felicity to the side and plopped down on one the nearest couch. “You ever gonna shut up and listen? Or are you just gonna stand there complaining bout this MeezyPeezy Day of yours? Goddamn, you better start listening to me or I’ma put yo ass in’a damn bear hug till you start singing lullabies.”

Felicity let out a sigh, shutting her front door before she crossed her arms. “Okay,” she replied reluctantly. “What is your freaking idea?”

“Aight look. So I was at the Trap House binging on Narcos. Watched that movie The Infiltrator and it got me thinking. All these ninajas wasn’t the ones out there making the moves like some of these people be doing. Like all they do is buy the shit if they ain’t the ones producing then have ninajas pushing that shit for em. They don’t ever touch the shit themselves so they don’t ever get caught.” Jurek sucked at his teeth after saying that. “That’s how I ended up behind bars...kinda. I got set up and them narc ass bitches ran up on me while I was holdin’. Not some shit I’d do again cause this time around I’d be smarter about the shit. And shit, as long as they was moving that shit they was always having that reup ready for em. Just like when I was sellin’ weed. My manz seen I was doing work out there always fronted me an extra half errytime I came back.”

Felicity blinked her eyes hard, flinging her arms out to her sides afterward. “And what the hell does this have to do with me?”

“I mean, shit, Fel. You said it yaself. You still got that NKP moolah right? You sitting on all that money and not doing a goddamn thing with it. You got that, a club, a damn gym, wrestling erry damn where with all these sponsorships? You rich af. You see this house ninaja? Who the hell gon’ suspect you for shit? Look, here's what it is. Straight up, no b-s. We use some of that money, I put up a couple bands, get us a connect? Bruh. Think about it Fel.” Jurek leaned forward as he stared at Felicity with a stern face. “Now I ain’t talkin’ bout us going out there standing on a corner like we some small fry ninajas. Nah. You see all these celebs you in contact with? You see these people slobbering all over my dick now that I got a nice ass MMA career going? Sell this shit to these mark ass celeb ninajas. Have one yo loyal Stan's spread word that they can get the best white girl in the tri-state area. Get that guapo from them. Best part? They rich too! They got enough money to buy more than some crack head looking for his next score. Ain’t no way we’d get caught either. We don’t touch the shit. Most we do is look at the shit and make sure these bitches cutting it up right. Shiiiitttttt.”

Felicity couldn’t help but wonder how long Jurek had been conjuring up this little plan. It all seemed so … easy to say the least. “I can’t believe you’re actually saying this to me right now. You literally just got out of jail for something similar, and now you wanna do the same thing only multiplied by like … fifty!”

“Fel, that’s the thing though. I ain’t gonna be out there selling the shit. I ain’t even gonna be touching it. All I’ma be doing is buyin' the shit from the connect and having these other ninajas sell it for us!”

Felicity began pacing around in a circle, angry at herself for even thinking about it. It all just seemed so easy to do, and Jurek had a point. She hadn’t spent much of the twelve million dollars she got for selling New Kingdom Pro - only really spending any of it on her cleaning lady and her new apartment.

This, from how Jurek put it, sounded like easy money. And if it this really kept her troubled cousin out of jail? It was at least worth some looking into in Felicity's mind.

“Honestly? I'm gonna need more details. I’ll lend you the money, but…” she let out a sigh. “I really don’t want my name tied to this in any way. I have enough going on in with people finding out about this pain killer thing. Really don’t need people to think I’m some queenpin of New Jersey’s underworld now too.”

Jurek popped up to his feet and wrapped his massive arms around Felicity, nearly squeezing the life out of her. He laughed as he set her back down, “Ayeeeee bet! I’ma make a few calls and see if we can get in touch with the right ninajas. I swear to you, Fel. This shit bout to be legit.”

Jurek made his way to the door, only to finally be met by the dogs. “There y’all are. The hell were y’all at?” he said cheerfully, kneeling down scratch their heads. He then looked back to his younger cousin and pointed at her with both hands. “Aye, watch them shits I told you bout though. Shit’s ill as fuck. And don’t tell Luke bitch ass bout this shit! Or Brando. Not even Jayden aight? Or Aria!" he shook his head. "Definitely not Aria. Aight, I’m out. I’ll call when I find more shit out, aight?”

Jurek laughed and stormed right out of the door, a blank look stuck on Felicity’s face.

“What the hell did I just agree to?”
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Wrestling.

Wrestling, wrestling, wrestling.

In a lot of ways, the sport Felicity loved and dedicated most of her adult life to had become the Marcia Brady of her being. Obviously she wasn’t jealous of the business, but wherever she went, the first thing she’d hear about was wrestling. She’d hang out with her friends, and all they wanted to talk about was wrestling. She went to the mall, and fans immediately approached her to talk about … wrestling.

There were times where Felicity just needed a break from that life. Some time to remember who she was beneath the celebrity so she could focus on true priorities and the things that meant the most to her. The things that she dreamed of having, but for one reason or another, just couldn’t have.

Despite her success, Felicity was still very much a dreamer, but the things she dreamed of weren’t gained by competition or money. They weren’t gained by popularity or fame. They were gained by other things, and those just so happened to be the few things that Felicity didn’t have to offer.


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“She’s so cute, oh my god! I seriously can’t take it!”

Felicity found herself at her mother’s home in Jersey City, New Jersey. The semi-identical Banks ladies stood in the nursery of the house, staring in awe as they gazed into the eyes of the daughter of Brandon Banks.

“I’m seriously gonna steal her one day, Ma. Brandon has so many kids he probably wouldn’t even notice.” Felicity joked, tilting her head to the side as she reached her hand into the crib and wiped the drool away from Gisela Banks’ sleepy-face.

“But his ex would. She’s like-a crazy person with child.” Momma Banks answered, her thick polish accent shining through. “I don’t blame her. I was same way with you and Brandon.”

They continued to admire the beautiful child, but Momma Banks shifted her attention to her own daughter. She saw the look in Felicity’s eyes as she caressed Gisela’s cheek with her finger, immediately realizing what her daughter was thinking.

“Oh shit, no. Nie!”

“What?!” Felicity answered with a smile.

“I know what this face is. You want one, yeah?”

Felicity couldn’t believe what her mom was saying … but she was spot on. Most people dreamt of having millions and fame. Others dreamt of world peace and other outlandish things that had no chance of happening.

Felicity? All she wanted was a bond as close as mother and son, or mother and daughter. To have someone so dependent on you that everything you did shaped their future.

It was one hell of a responsibility, but it was one Felicity wanted. One she knew she’d never be able to have for two reasons.

“Yah, but that kinda can’t happen since I’m kinda not attracted to guys, mom. We’ve had this talk already.”

There was one reason.

“And I’m pretty sure you don’t just become fertile after your doctor who performed your surgery tells you that you’ll never be able to have kids.”

And there was reason number two. Ovarian cysts were common according to doctors, but what wasn’t common was having them go undiagnosed until they became infected, thus causing an abundance of problems for the unlucky female. The unlucky female in this case?

Felicity herself.

“Kinda sorta realized a long time ago that there was no chance I’d ever have one. I’m at peace with it … I think.” Felicity spoke softly, her eyes still on Gisella. “I’ll just surround myself with puppies and be the best aunt of all time. No big deal.”

Despite the attempt to hide it, Momma Banks could feel the pain in her daughter's voice. All her life Felicity managed to somehow get everything she wanted, but this? Something a lot of people had, but truly didn’t want? Was unattainable for someone who wanted it more than anything.

“You can adopt. This is good for you and child who need you.”

“Yah, but…” Felicity hesitated. She knew what she was about to say would rub the PC crowd the wrong way if she said it publically, but she couldn’t help how she felt. “It’s not the same. Like at all. He or she wouldn’t have my hair, or my blood. My personality and my… everything.”

Finally taking her eyes off Gisella, Felicity turned to her much taller mother and pushed forward for a hug. “It’s okay, ma. Brandon and Jayden will give you all the grandchildren you need.”

“It’s not me who I am worry for.” Momma Banks answered, wrapping one arm around her daughter's shoulders. “I have enough with the kids with you and your brothers. No more. Once Gisella is Nolan’s age I’m finished with her too.”

Felicity couldn’t help but laugh, pulling herself away to slap her mother in the arm. “Mom! What the hell? They’re cute until they’re like…” she glanced back at Gisella, “... twelve. When they start going through that whole puberty thing?” she scrunched her face. “That’s when they’re all, like… ew.”

Felicity felt her phone vibrating in the pocket of her jeans, exiting the nursery before she answered. Once she pulled the phone out of her pocket, she saw the name “Rosa” on the screen and immediately pressed the phone to her ear.

“Hi, Rosa. What’s u---”

“MISS FEL!” Rosa yelled, loud enough for even Momma Banks to hear. “IS NO GOOD! House is on fire!”

Felicity’s eyes widened as she turned to her mother with her mouth agape. “What?!”

“House is on fire!”

“WELL GET OUT OF THERE! ARE YOU DUMB? WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME?! CALL--” She went quiet, only because she knew Gisella was sleeping. She rushed down the stairs and kept hushed her naturally loud voice as she said: “Did you call the the fire department?”

“Yes, they here. I am outside Miss Fel. I call you because you are owner of house.”

Not even a couple of months, and already there were issues. Felicity had a feeling that Rosa’s family would find out where she lived, but going this far? This soon? It was way more than Felicity imagined.

“Okay, I’m on my way right now.”

Felicity slid her phone out of her pocket, rushing right out of the front door without saying a word to her mother.


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THREE HOURS LATER

The small single story home looked like a piece of charcoal, smoke still filling the air as Felicity and Rosa sat in Felicity’s 2016 Range Rover just a block away.

“I can’t believe this!” Felicity exclaimed, her focus on a piece of paper she held close to her face.

“I know, Miss Fel. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think they would stoo-- stoop to this lows.” Rosa answered, her anxiety making her jumble her english a bit.”

“What?” Felicity turned her head, her eyes able to penetrate a hole right through Rosa. “No, not this. I can’t believe I didn’t send out the paperwork for the insurance! I’m screwed out of my money now! And I’m probably gonna have to pay for YOUR house catching on fire!” She launched the papers into the backseat of the car, turning her head forward to see firefighters wrapping caution tape around the house. “This is unbelievable. This is ridiculous. This needs to stop already!”

“I know, Miss Fel.” That seemed like all Rosa could say at this point.

“And this was your deranged familia again?” Felicity asked, an abundance of sass in her tone.

“I think so. Firefighter say is not so sure yet, but this is what I think. Who else it can be that know when I’m not home?”

“The better question is how the fuck did they find out where you lived?” Felicity fired back, not at all in the mood to act caring or supportive.

“I dunno. They know everything, Miss Fel. I tell you this long time ago. Everything that happen here, they know. It’s no escape.”

And it really started to seem that way…

Felicity began to wonder what choices they had here, knowing that if she found Rosa another place to say, there was a good chance they’d be right back in the same position.

She could’ve easily paid the money Rosa owed, but now? After they burned down HER property? That wasn’t an option.

“And there’s nowhere you can go, you know, out of New York?”

Rosa shook her head, a tear sliding down her left cheek. Felicity watched the tear reach Rosa’s chin and immediately rolled her eyes, slapping her forehead in frustration.

“Fine. You’re staying with me until you have your baby. After that? I really don’t know, and I really don’t care. Got it?”

“No, Miss Fel. I’m not staying with you. You’ve already done so much for me and look what happens. Is no good, I just go work off the money I owe. Is okay, Miss Fel.”

“It’s not fuckin okay! These jackasses literally just burned MY--” she stopped, “YOUR house down! What if you were in there and breathed in smoke?! Or worse, what if you were caught inside?! I imagine burning alive is a prrrrrrretty painful death, Rosa. It’s not okay. Not at all.”

Frustration began to take over, Felicity barely able to sit still. She turned her keys in the ignition and let out a sigh as she glanced at Rosa and repeated:

“You’re staying with me. At least until I have someone handle these bastards. End of discussion.”

“But what if th--”

“I SAID END OF DISCUSSION, ROSA! NO HABLES! FINITO! ZIP!”

“Okay, okay.”

Felicity put the Rover in drive and turned off the corner to get into the street. She knew bringing Rosa to her house put her at risk, but there was a significant difference between New York and New Jersey.

In New York? Felicity was just another famous person.

In New Jersey? Felicity was royalty.
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“I really don’t want this shit in my house, Jurek!” Felicity screamed, watching as her cousin carried Amazon.com boxes filled with the purest cocaine anyone could find on the east coast. She lowered her gaze to the chunks of snow Jurek was dragging in and pointed at them with a disgruntled glare. “Look! You’re bringing dirty snow in my house too! I just mopped the floor, you ass!”

“Shut ya face, nugget. I know you ain’t the one who mopping anything.” Jurek walked right by Felicity and stepped in the direction of the closet just behind the front door of Felicity’s home. “And you know damn well I can’t keep inventory at my house. Police know what it is with me. They ain’t ever gonna expect nothing from you. You and Brando got the law in your pocket. Me?” He shook his head, turning his body to stare at his cousin. “They’re out to get me. I speed and I’m going back for a thirty day bid. I told you I ain’t being stupid with this, Fel, and me keepin’ anything at my house is stupid as fuck.”

“And keeping it at my house isn’t stupid?!” Felicity fired back. “I have a seven month pregnant lady living here, and you wanna know what else?!” She moved her hands to her hips with sass by the buckets. “She used to be a damn druggie! What if she finds it?!”

“Well…” Jurek pulled open the closet door and stacked the box on top of another three. “You the one who wanted to be Mother Theresa. You invited that fiend to your home, not me.” He shrugged, never making eye contact with Felicity as he moved back toward the kitchen to reach the back door. “She don’t gotta know about this anyway.”

Felicity stood in place as Jurek pulled open the back door and fetched the final box. Taking in a deep breath, she turned her head and glared at the boxes, a look of disgust filling her features. “I made a mistake...”

“Yeah, you did.” Jurek blurted out as he walked back in with the final box. “You need to stop tryna be a saint when you know that’s not in our blood. We different, Fel.” He continued, moving right past his much smaller cousin to stack the final box on top of the previous four. “We’re not good people. We do fucked up shit. That’s who we are.”

“That who YOU are.” Felicity shot back, her voice confident but her eyes told a completely different story. “Can we just like… rent a trailer or something and keep it there?”

“Nah.” Jurek answered with a head shake. “I watched this jawn on A&E one time that said the owners of them things usually break in and steal shit. We can’t have that, Fel. Them five boxes right there?” He pointed inside the closet. “Two hundred and fifty stacks worth of pure Colombian.”

Stunned silent, Felicity bit down on her bottom lip and kept her eyes glued on the boxes. Jurek traveled back to the kitchen and ripped open the refrigerator door to grab a can of Mountain Dew, popping it open before he took a seat near the counter.

“You good, nugget?” Jurek asked, a hint of concern heard in his voice.

“Yah, I just…”

For whatever reason, Felicity couldn’t stop thinking about Rosa. The fact that she had a quarter of a millions dollars worth of drugs in her home didn’t bother her as much as having drugs in her home while a recovering (pregnant) addict lived with her did.

She felt it.

Nothing good would come of this.

Something bad WAS going to happen.

Her instincts were pleading, screaming and tugging on her heartstrings.

“I just…”

Something was telling her to say ‘get these boxes out of my house’

But she never did.

“... forget it.” She finished, closing the closet door before she walked into the kitchen to join Jurek. “How long does that trash have to be here for?”

“A month? Maybe two?” Jurek answered with a shrug, taking a sip from his can of Mountain Dew before he continued. “Depends on how long it takes for Ari’s strip club to open. Once that’s good? Everything gonna start happenin’ in there. Business gonna be beautiful my ninaja!”

“Beautiful…” She replied with a sarcastic nod. “Right.”

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Everything was perfect. Madison Square Garden was sold out, and the crowd filled the arena with boos that could be heard all through the city. What was the crowd booing?

Felicity Banks, who was standing in the middle of the ring with every inch of the canvas covered in championship gold.

This was everything that she wanted. Most people dreamed of being loved, while Felicity dreamed of being hated.

And then came the feeling of paranoia.

One single eye staring at you hard enough to send chills down your spine.

Felicity spun around in a circle to try and spot the eye that made her feel uneasy, and then suddenly…

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“Brandon?”

Felicity opened her eyes out of dead sleep to see her brother standing over her bed dressed down in his wrestling gear.

“I want my damn rematch, bruh.”

Brandon moved toward Felicity’s bedroom door as the female Banks stretched out her limbs and sat up on her California King mattress.

“Brandon, are you serious right now? It’s…” she reached under the covers to find her phone, pulling it out to check the time. “It’s three in the morning! What the hell are you doing?!”

“I told you.” Brandon replied, pulling open the bedroom door to bring in a Jersey City Wrestling World referee. “I want my damn rematch, and I ain’t waiten’ any mawfuckin longer!”

Brandon got into a fighting stance and began tapping his foot off the floor, a signal he used for patented Bank Shot superkick. All Felicity could do was laugh as she pulled the covers over her head and kicked her feet. “GET THIS PEASANT OUT OF MY ROOM, BRANDON! I’M NOT FIGHTING YOU AT THIS HOUR!”

“Yes you are, bruh!” Brandon shouted, grabbing a hold of the bedcovers afterward. “You ain’t just gonna retire a ninja and take away his entire life and not give em a shot at redemption, Fel! You got three seconds to come out and square up or I’m ripping these covers off and throwing em out the window!”

“Brandon, sto--”

“ONE, bruh.”

Felicity rolled her eyes before she peeked her head out from under the covers, her focus narrowed in on the referee. “If you don’t get the hell out of my room I’m going to feed you to my dogs.”

The referee cocked his head back, glaring over at Brandon for reassurance.

“Nah, she not kiddin’, bruh. She’ll for real chop you up into pieces and feed you to the dogs. Bane specifically.”

That was enough the JCWW official needed to hear. He stormed out of the room and rushed down the steps, ignoring the barking dogs as he ran out of the front door and slammed it shut.

“You’re such an idiot, Brandon. Seriously.” Felicity said, her eyes glued to her phone as Brandon walked toward her bedroom door.

“Nah, Fel. I’m fuckin’ lost.”

Those words? They struck a chord with Felicity because she herself felt that exact way. She placed her phone on the nightstand next to her bed and spoke up just as Brandon was leaving the room.

“Wait!” She yelped, getting her brother to stop mid-step. “What do you mean by lost?”

“Lost, Fel. Like I don’t feel like I’m fittin’ in anywhere right now. I don’t know what do with myself. If I ain’t had the fam, the dogs and Lyza?” He let out a sigh. “This shit would lead to some serious depression, bruh.”

Wrestling was Brandon’s life for ten years, and Felicity was the one who put an end to it. Realistically? All she wanted was for Brandon to get out of HKW, but as the sibling rivalry between the two got heated? One thing lead to another - and out of nowhere - Brandon’s career was at stake.

“You’re a liar. You were always miserable in wrestling.” Felicity answered back, remembering back to the times of her brother coming home a drunken mess because the pressure of wrestling was too much to bear.

“That was a different miserable though, Fel. Put it this way. In life, you’re either gonna be miserable doing something you enjoy, or you gonna be miserable not doin’ a damn thing. You always gonna be miserable, but some things are worth being miserable for. My career was one of them, Fel. Shit, you’re one of them too because you make me miserable as fuck.”

“I make you miserable?!” Felicity questioned. “I’m not the one breaking into your house at three in the morning for a wrestling match!”

“I’m extra as hell, Fel.” Brandon replied with a laugh. “Plus, I thought you’d be mad enough to accept if I woke you up out a dead sleep. I should probably stop thinkin’ though because I be wrong a lot.”

Felicity began to process Brandon’s words. Though they didn’t really make sense, Brandon always had a way of hiding some sort of hidden message in his Brandonisms. This one she didn’t understand, but it was enough to make her think about the match she had with her brother.

“I’m out, Fel. Finna steal Bane too.”

“Wait!” Felicity shouted, stopping Brandon in mid-step once again. “Do you--” she stopped, swallowing back her words as she stared at her brother. “Would you be happy if you could wrestle again?”

“Yes, Fel.” Brandon answered without a bit of hesitation. “I know I would.”

An awkward silence took over, Felicity staring at the floor and Brandon staring at Felicity.

“Ugh.” Fel blurted. “Totally gonna regret this…”

“Nah, you not!” Brandon shouted with eagerness. “Say it, Fel! Say what you finna say!” He rushed back toward the side of Felicity’s bed and bounced on his heels.

“You can---” She hesitated, staring up at the goofy grin on her brothers face. “--- you can freaking unretire, but you’re not allowed back to HKW! Or FFW!”

Though there was probably a good chance BRANDON Banks wouldn’t appear in FFW, Felicity wanted to say it just to make sure.

“You serious?!”

“Yes, just don---”

Not letting her finish, Brandon reached down and pulled Felicity out of her bed for a big hug. He spun her around in circles, and then stopped with his back turned to the bed…

… then sent Felicity back onto the bed with a belly to belly suplex!

“BRANDON!”

“I STILL GOT IT, BRUH’S!”

Brandon rushed out Felicity’s room and scattered down the steps. “BANE! CALL MY AGENT AND TELL EM TO GET OL’ BB A BOOKING, BREH!”

Felicity listened in on Brandon celebrating with her dogs, but eventually slid headphones over her head, closed her eyes and fell back asleep.

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DATE: February 8th, 2017
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As private as Felicity was, there was one specific thing she never hid from the public eye. One thing that her best of friends and even her worst of enemies all knew about her.

Her dogs? They were children.

They meant everything to her, and she was one of the few people in the world that would sever all ties with another human life if they hurt her dog in any way, shape or form.

Luckily a situation like that never arose, and the raven haired wrestling superstar never had to unleash hell on the party responsible.

That was...until today.

“Hate these freaking flights. Surrounded by the average class and their ugly fucking kids crying all flight long. It’s time FFW and HKW pitch in on a jet for me!”

Felicity stuffed a couple pairs of her recently designed gear in a suitcase and slammed it shut. She looked around her master bedroom to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything, but spotted a valuable memento hiding just behind her 65 inch Samsung Curve television.

“Ah hah!” she shouted, stepping in the direction of the entertainment center at the far end of the bedroom. “Would’ve been so pissed if I forgot about this.”

She slid her arm behind the television and grabbed an armband with the letters “ML” designed onto it in zebra print. “Gonna need my good luck charm for Relentless probably…”

Felicity wasn’t one who believed in superstitions, but the armband? That mattered to her only because it was a dedication to the first guy who actually believed in her in professional wrestling, Mac Leonard.

He was the first person who told everyone that she’d be a star in wrestling like never before seen. Not only that, but he trusted Felicity enough to help him run Platinum Dynasty Wrestling without knowing much about the girl herself.

To Felicity? That meant a lot. More than words could describe, and those weren’t things she forgot about. She wasn’t going to let his memory fade away just because everyone else seemed to forget about him along with all the good he had done for many careers.

“We gots got some fake Queens to dethrone, playa.” She said in Mac’s infamous voice while keeping her eyes glued to the ML lettering.

After a few seconds, Felicity gradually walked back toward her suitcase, ripped it open, and tucked the armband in underneath her gear. With her possessions now packed up and ready to go, Felicity zipped everything up and pulled the handle out of the suitcase to set it on the ground. Releasing a sigh, Felicity glanced over at her dresser and saw a picture of her and Ashley Sullivan holding their very first Tag Team championships.

“That feels like it was so long ago…”

And it was. Over the years that had gone by, Felicity had arguably become one of the biggest names in the sport, and Ashley? Ashley became a well known name, but she was more known for fighting shadows and ghost.

It was always about getting out of someone’s shadow for the other half of Five Feet of Fury, and in her heart of hearts? Felicity believed that was exactly what was holding Ashley back. She believed that if Ashley focused on establishing her own brand instead of trying to out-do those that people compared her to -- Ashley herself would be the one people viewed as one of the best.

The worst part of it all? In the back of Felicity mind, she had this nagging thought. A thought that maybe... just maybe… Ashley considered stepping out of one of the shadows by destroying it.

That shadow being Felicity herself.

“I’m just thinking stupid now…” she said with laugh, trying to shake the thought of Ashley betraying her out of her head. “She’s not that kind of---”

BOOM! PSH! CRASH!

Felicity was cut off by the ruckus coming from her kitchen. She rushed toward her bedroom door, ripped it open and stormed down the hall until she reached the staircase. Her pace quickened as she dashed down the stairs and turned right into the kitchen to see her pitbull, Diego, doing whatever he could to open up an aluminum pan filled with chicken wings from the local pizzeria.

“DIEGO! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THERE!!!!!!!!”

At first, the Pitbull continued to try and get his treasure, but as soon Felicity got close enough, Diego scurried away with his tail tucked between his legs.

“YOU DUMMY! DON’T YOU KNOW THESE COULD KILL YOU!?” Felicity screamed, hunching over to pick up the drool covered pan while she kept her eyes locked on her dog. “HOW THE FUCK DID YOU REACH THESE?! I TOLD ROSA TO KEEP HER SHIT OUT OF REACH!!”

Diego ran right up the steps knowing all hell was about to break loose. Felicity slammed the pan of wings into the garbage can near the refrigerator; her face red and her hands on her whips as she looked up and screamed:

“ROSA! GET YOUR FAT FUCKIN’ ASS DOWN HERE! NOW! IF I HAVE TO FUCKING FIND YOU, YOU WON’T BE PREGNANT ANY FUCKIN’ MORE!”

To say that Felicity was pissed off would be putting it lightly. She moved toward her kitchen table, sat at the head of it, and crossed her hands as she heard Rosa stepping down the staircase.

“Do not…” Felicity let out, a rage filled laugh escaping her lips before she continued. “... do not come inside this kitchen yet. Wait outside the wall until you answer the fucking questions I have for you. Kay?”

Silence at first, but Rosa would eventually let out a soft: “Yes, Miss Fel.”

Felicity blew a few strands of her hair away from her face as she leaned back in her seat.

“Whose chicken wings were in my house? I know that I don’t eat. My dogs are smart, but I don’t think they’re able to call for delivery just yet, so tell me…” she hesitates, crossing her legs before she finished. “Whose chicken wings were they?”

Silence… more silence… and then a soft, “They were mine, Miss Fel.”

“Uh huh! They were yours! And what did I tell you about leaving your fattening food around my house?”

“Not to keep it where your babies can reach.”

“Precisely! Now, I could ask what did you end up doing, but I’m pretty sure we already know what happened, huh?”

“Yes, Miss Fel.” Rosa answered reluctantly, almost sounding as if she was fighting back tears.

“SO WHAT THE FU--”

Stopping herself, Felicity decided to stand up out of her chair and move in the direction of Rosa’s voice. She stepped out of her kitchen, and saw the now nine months pregnant Rosa Valdez leaning up against the dining room wall.

Did Felicity feel bad now? Not at all. In fact, it only incensed her even more knowing that Rosa was just weeks - maybe even days away from having her child.

“Answer this for me, Rosa…” Felicity’s voice lowered, her eyes staring right at Rosa’s, “... if you can’t remember to keep wings away from dogs, how the fuck do you expect to keep your son safe, huh? What? Are you gonna leave some blow residue lying around somewhere so the little guy can get a little high?! ARE YOU GONNA FUCK SOME GUY FOR YOUR NEXT FIX WHILE YOUR SON IS IN THE NEXT ROOM TRYING TO DO HIS HOMEWORK?!”

Tears began flowing down Rosa’s cheeks, but Felicity didn’t care.

“Yah, Rosa. Cry. Just keep crying because your life is so horrible, right? People would kill to have what you have in there.” she pointed at her stomach. “People would give EVERYTHING in the world just to be able to call themselves a mother or a father. You?” she shook her head in disgust. “That child is just a burden to you. You want it out of you just so you don’t feel guilty about getting your next fucking fix. You fucking dis--!” Felicity raised her arms and nearly grabbed Rosa by the side of the head, but managed to stop herself once she glanced down at her former cleaning ladies belly.

“... you make me sick, Rosa. And I want you out of here by the time I get back. I’ve realized who you are, and you’re just an airhead who just so happens to be a junkie just like the rest of your pathetic family.”

Felicity brushed past Rosa and stormed up her steps. She started to think over everything she said to Rosa, and began to wonder…

Was that outburst really over chicken wings, or was it deeper than that? Obviously she cared that her dog might’ve choked on bones, but she knew she went off the deep end.

Did she regret it? Not one bit. Rosa had already cost her thousands of dollars and never made it seem like she cared about her child. Even when they went to find out the gender, Felicity was the one excited to find out, not Rosa.

The female Banks pushed through her bedroom door, grabbed her suitcase and walked right back out. She stormed back down the steps and saw Rosa standing in the same exact spot, her head tucked down and her hand covering her face.

“Save those fake tears, Rosa. Nothing’s gonna save you here. I want you out of my home before I get back from Velocity, and if you’re still here?” she continued down the steps and pushed forward until she reached Rosa.

“I would rather not talk about what I’ll do…”

Felicity dropped her suitcase to the floor and began pulling it on her way toward the front door. She whistled once to get all of her dogs to come toward her, then pulled open the main door to her miniature castle. With all four of her dogs ready to go, Felicity pushed open the screen door to let them out and turned around with one final thing to say to Rosa.

“I’m taking my dogs to my moms and I’m keeping them there until I get back. I don’t trust you around them anymore. Everything else in this house? It’s replaceable. That includes you, cleaning lady.”

Without another word, Felicity stepped out and slammed her door shut.

Did Felicity feel bad?

For Rosa? Not so much.

For the baby? More than words could even describe.



DATE: February 10th, 2017
STATUS: OFF CAMERA

The bi-polar weather of New Jersey was in another one of its mood just hours after a frigid night. The blinding sun beamed down into Felicity’s eyes as she sat on her front deck a few short minutes after getting dropped off by her uber.

Another FFW match down, another victory, and now she was on her way to Relentless. A match that was practically a number one contenders match to the Unity Championships despite the lack of hype for it, and it couldn’t have come at a better time.

She was starting to get on another one her hot streaks, which meant her professional life was about to hit another boom period.

… but as per usual, her personal life? It was bound to fall into shambles.

Her eyes were glued on Rosa’s Toyota Corolla still parked in her driveway as she remembered back to her conversation with Rosa just days earlier.

“I really went off on her…” she mumbled, biting down on her bottom lip as she cocked her head to the side. “... but she needed it. She needs some kinda discipline in her life or else she’ll end up like the rest of her family!”

Felicity tried to convince herself that her words to Rosa were warranted, but it just wasn’t working. A lot of the remarks stemmed from Felicity’s desire to have a child of her own, and in a weird way? She was simply jealous of Rosa.

Felicity herself had it all, and that’s what Rosa craved to have. Rosa had a child of her own, and that’s all Felicity dreamed of having.

“Irony.” she said with laugh, standing up from the chair she was sitting on to move toward the front door. “I fuckin’ hate irony…”

She took shorter and shorter steps toward the door, glancing down at her phone to check the time. “Okay, Fel. Just say your sorry and all will be well. She’ll understand…” she continued, pulling open the screen door as she reached into her pocket to grab her house keys out. “... she really has no choice but to understand.”

Felicity slipped the key into the doorknob and turned it the left before she pushed the door open. She took a step inside and her eyes shot right toward the opened coat closet door Felicity’s cousin kept his stash.

“Oh my G--” Felicity stepped toward the door, but immediately turned her focus to the staircase and yelled out: “ROSA!!!!!!!!”

In a panic, Felicity threw her keys down to the floor and rushed right up the staircase. She turned her head to the left, then to the right, and saw one of her bathroom doors closed.

“ROSA! PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE POOPING OR SOMETHING!!”

Felicity rushed toward the bathroom door, twirled the doorknob…

Locked.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“ROSA OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!!!!!!”

Not knowing what else to do, Felicity used all of her force and drove her shoulder right into the door. “ROSA, PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR! PLEASE!”

She repeated the same motion once more, but it still wouldn’t budge. Finally, Felicity took three long steps back, sucked in a deep breath, and lunged forward to kick the door right off it’s hinges! She rushed into the bathroom and saw a kilo of cocaine resting near the toilet, and Rosa herself lying in the bathtub.

“Oh my God, Rosa!” Felicity screamed, a look of panic taking over her features.

The female Banks rushed toward the bathtub to try and check Rosa’s pulse, but as she reached closer…

“HOLY SHIT!!!!”

… the baby lyed right in between Rosa’s legs, the umbilical cord still tied to his body and blood everywhere.

At that moment, everything went black….

And Felicity had no idea what she could do….



DATE: THREE HOURS LATER
STATUS: OFF CAMERA

“I’m going to need you tell me everything you know, Felicity.”

Felicity sat inside a secluded room inside Jersey City Medical Center. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, and she was surrounded by nothing but chairs, papers, a desk and two state police officers.

“I already freaking did! Do you people not listen?! I came home, I saw my bathroom door was locked, I kicked it down, and I saw Rosa and her son in my bathtub!”

The female Banks took a seat in the first chair she saw, covering her eyes with the palm of her hand.

“And then what?” asked the sheriff.

“And then everything went black.” Felicity answered as she uncovered her eyes. “I don’t know, I guess I called 9-1-1 and did whatever the lady on the phone told me to do. I cut the umbilical cord, I got the baby out of the blood and wrapped it in a towel and that’s it! I literally don’t know anything else, so could I please leave this room and see what’s going on?!”

The officers talked amongst themselves, Felicity unable to hear a word coming of their mouths. She sat impatiently and tapped her foot off the ground, a sigh of frustration escaping her lips.

“And where did your cleaning lady find the dope? Do you have any knowledge of that?” The officer inquired.

“Ugh…”

The worst part?

She did.

It belonged to her cousin, but if there was one thing her family taught her? It was to never be a snitch.

“You do know what her last name is, right? Valdez. Her family runs the Underground of New York. Really wouldn’t be hard for her to find something if she really wanted it.”

Felicity popped out of her chair, made sure to bump shoulders with both officers and walked toward the exit door. “Now if you’ll excuse, I have a person that I care about dying out there. I couldn’t give a fuck less about the rest of your questions.”

Felicity ripped open the door and went to step out until she heard: “Keep your phone lines open, Ms. Banks. Oh, and make sure you don’t leave the country until our investigation is over.”

The female Banks shot them a ‘yeah right’ face before she slammed the door shut and walked in the direction of the intensive care unit. She made the first left turn and immediately spotted the young male doctor who was in charge of Rosa and her son.

“HEY! YOU! DOCTOR DUDE!”

She picked up her pace and ran his way until she was just a few inches away from him.

“Soooo what’s going on?! Is everything okay?”

The doctor was almost too afraid to speak. He swallowed down a hard gulp, set his files down on the nearest desk and turned to Felicity.

“I’m sorry… but we couldn’t save both of them.”

……..

……

….

Felicity felt her heart shatter into a million of tiny pieces; no words able to come out.

“Rosa… we lost her.”

Felicity immediately fell to the floor and pressed her back against the wall behind her. Tears started building up in her eyes, but not out of sadness…

… they were out of guilt. She remembered her last words to Rosa:

I don’t trust you around them anymore. Everything else in this house? It’s replaceable. That includes you, cleaning lady.”

And her heart continued to sink. The doctor got down to one knee and gently pressed his hand against Felicity’s shoulder, whispering the words “I’m sorry” under his breath.

Felicity sniffled back and wiped the tears from underneath her eyes as she glared up at the doctor.

“And the baby?” she asked hesitantly.

“Surprisingly healthy from what we can tell. It seems your friend was doing well up until the end, and well…” he sighed, “... the child was ready to come out before any significant damage was made. There’s a concern for sleep apnea, but that’s very common and could go away before he’s ready to leave here.”

Fighting back the tears, Felicity had one more question to ask. “What… what happened? To Rosa I mean. Did she overdose or...?”

“She lost a lot of blood. By the time she had gotten here, it was too late. It's... it's usually the most common way to go when giving birth. But you were luckily there in time to help the baby, so that's good. You did all you can do and I'm sorry we couldn't do more to save her.”

Felicity slides her fingers through her hair, her face as pale as the bare white wall behind her. She stumbled back into as she stood up, glared at the ground for a moment and made eye contact with the doctor.

“So… what’s going to happen the baby?”

The doctor cleared his throat, and grabbed the set of papers he sat on the desk earlier. “That’s actually what I was going to talk you about…” He searched and searched, but finally pulled out one specific paper to hand Felicity. “Rosa made you the guardian of her child in case anything ever happened.”

Felicity stood in shock as she read the papers with her name reading ‘complete guardianship to Felicity Anne Banks.’

At that moment… everything went black once more… and this time? Felicity’s deadweight collapsed to the floor.



DATE: PRESENT DAY
STATUS: ON CAMERA

I’ve been having a lot nagging doubts in the back of my mind lately. Nothing really serious, but enough to make me question my spot here in FFW. Like… I should’ve been competing for titles already, but instead, I get watch those who aren’t on my level get gifted title chances despite the fact that I signed with FFW waaaay before they did.

Story of my career. Last name Banks, automatically have to work twice as hard to get a fraction of the opportunities.

You know what else blows my mind? How I’m not on any of the event posters, nor do I have my own fucking FFW t-shirt. Hell, I’m not even on the goddamn video package that starts Velocity or anything else this company promotes besides the two second vignette on the Breaking Point video package!

To make matters worse, I always see the FFW brass praise the same handful of people, even that Elena bitch who likes Beetlejuice and so many more that don't even work here, but me? The biggest signing in FFW industry? What do I get?

Nada.

This actually annoyed me for a bit, but then I realized…

I. DO. NOT. NEED. THE. ATTENTION. THE. REST. OF. THIS. ROSTER. CRAVES.

Not at all!

I don’t need to feel appreciated like so many of these soft ass wrestlers in FFW do because I know my worth, and the staff doesn’t need to tell me how great I am to keep me around.

I don’t leave other promotions because I felt unappreciated in them; I leave other promotions because there’s NOTHING left for me to do in them. Wanna know why?

BECAUSE THAT’S HOW GOOD I AM!!!

But, alas, FFW knows who they have to cater to, and they know that the true stars of this company don’t need a friendly pat on the back or a good job at the end of every failure.

Honestly? I always felt like I belonged in the old era of wrestling. Where people tore each other apart verbally and destroyed each other in the ring. No one cared about five star matches or awards that no one would remember. People care about proving who the fuck was the best. People cared about championship gold and collecting a paycheck while doing so.

That? That’s all this business is to me. Collecting that check, and becoming one of the most decorated stars this industry has ever seen.

Relentless? This is just another paycheck to me. It’s a stage where I prove NOBODY could touch me, and that includes Valerie Lamb. A hall of famer, and one of these few people in this industry that genuinely I respect.

My respect for her, though? It has absolutely nothing to do with what she’s accomplished in wrestling. Why? Because I’m already fucking better than her.

Sooo the question is… why do I respect Valerie? It’s very simple, actually.

I remember yeaaaars ago before I started wrestling. I was around eighteen or nineteen years old, and I was in denial about sexuality. I made a rude comment about lesbians, and Valerie - someone who didn’t even know me - confronted me about.

Now, I don’t really remember everything word for word in that conversation, but she said one thing that stuck out to me. One thing that made be decide that I would no longer hide who I was and made me open up about something I hid my whole life.

“It seems like you’re in denial…”

I’m paraphrasing here, but that was the jist of it. This girl read right through me and she didn’t even know who I was. Hell, I didn’t know who I was!

Valerie Lamb... is the person who made me realize who I was, and without knowing it? She made it possible for me to be who I am today…

… and for that, I thank you, Valerie.

You may not remember that day, but it’ll forever be in my mind and that’s why I respect you. You were a straight shooter then, and you’re a straight shooter now, but that? That’s in the past. In the present? You’re just another has-been looking for her way back to the top, and I’m THE GODDAMN SUPREEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMEEEEEEEE!

… and I am the only straight shooter who matters in the year of 2017.

With storytime out of the way, let’s get to the damn point, shall we? When I first heard about this match? I wasn’t thrilled at all. I wanted Felicity Banks vs. Valerie Lamb, not Descent vs. The Queens of Modern Age! Hell, instead of giving me Valerie, they gave me Erica and I ran through her like she didn’t even belong in the ring with me!

… because she doesn’t.

But here we are, ladies. In a match that’s not dubbed a number one contenders match, but anyone with two eyes and brain that works better than Samantha Tolson’s could tell that this is exactly what match comes down.

Emma and Erica? They wanna get back to their winning ways prove that they deserve YET ANOTHER Unity Tag Title match which they’ll probably fail at.

Ashley and I? We just want to add the first piece of FFW gold to our collection because WE’VE ALREADY BEATEN YOUR BEST!!!

…….

……

….

But what if I told you all that…that I’ve lost interest in this goal? What if I told you that ever since BSX lost those belts, the whole becoming Unity Champions thing lost it’s luster to me? No disrespect to the Brazilian Storm, but Ashley and I wanted to beat the BEST, not the ones who got lucky.

You add in the fact that I was there when BSX won the title and it was damn near a dream match!

Disappointing to say the least, but you know what? It is what is. The future doesn’t matter much right now, because the focus is one simple thing.

DETHRONE THE QUEENS OF THE MODERN AGE.

Valerie… I hope you’re ready to carry your partner. Never know when that back could give out.

Erica…. You already know what to expect.

And remember ladies…

A queen only knows how to rule her own empire.

A supreme knows how to destroy it and rule all.



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Just hours before she had to leave for her flight, Felicity watched as the son of Rosa Valdez slept peacefully in his crib. Felicity’s friend, Onyx Payne, stood just behind Felicity and was in awe to see how Felicity gazed at the newborn child.

“He’s seriously the prettiest thing in the world. I love him so much.” Felicity blurted out, almost as if she forgot Onyx was standing behind her.

Felicity reached her hand into the crib and gently caressed his chubby cheek with her index finger before she stared up at the “Rush Rose Banks” letters on the nursery wall next to the crib.

“Still can’t believe this is mine now...well, almost. Just a few more papers and…”

Felicity felt a hand on her shoulder as Onyx came to stand beside her as she to looked down at her friend’s new bundle of joy. It was hard for her to keep calm, because she wanted to shed tears of joy, but now wasn’t the time for that.

“You’re going to be a great mom you know that?” Onyx looked over at Fel with a soft smile. “I see how you are with Nolan, Asher, Gisella, and even Enzo. Rosa knew what she was doing when she left him to you, and if she believed in you… You need to believe in yourself to.”

As much as Felicity wanted to believe Onyx, the guilt was still eating away at her. Rosa was dead, and Felicity played a part of that.

Now? She was the mother of her son…
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“I mean look at how fat he is already! I can’t take it.”

Felicity sat inside her office of the Felony nightclub with her longtime best friend, Zagan Solas. The tattooed beauty stood just a few inches behind Felicity’s chair, her long brown hair falling down onto Felicity’s shoulder as she stared at Felicity’s iPhone.

“It’s crazy too because the doctor said that he might have a problem gaining weight, but the kid is a tank!” she said, turning her head to glare at Zagan. “I bet he could beat Asher in a wrestling match already.” she joked (kinda).

Zagan squinted at the picture of baby Rush and smiled, “He probably could. Asher isn't much of a fighter. He tries to bring peace where there is chaos.” Moving around Felicity as she sat at her desk, Zagan took one of the chairs that were in front of it. Making herself comfortable, she crossed her legs and continued. “Rush maybe chubby now, but it’s baby weight. It will shed off in time. If not… you could always sign him up for sumo wrestling.” She smiled at her friend with her hands out before letting out a chuckle. “It’s a thought.” Running a hand through her hair, Zagan sighed, “Though I do enjoy our new found conversations over motherhood, I am more curious about how you are.”

Felicity narrowed a brow, confused by the words coming out of her friends mouth. “How I am?” she asked. “I am how I am and how I am is …” a short pause, “... how I want to be!”

#Felosophy

“I don’t know how to answer that. Nothing…” she hesitated, “... nothing really changed yet? I mean it’s like there’s another baby in the family. I feel like more like an aunt than a mom, you know?”

Zagan raised an eyebrow, “No, I don’t.” she said simply at first before she added some explanation. “You and Alexa are my sisters. Sami felt like a little sister to me. So… when you acquired Rush… I became an Aunt for the very first time. Everything is new to me.”

“And when I ‘acquired--’” Felicity mocked Zagan’s voice, “[--Rush. I became a mom for the first time. Everything’s new to me, too. Good news though!” the female Banks popped out of her seat and clapped her hands. “We can learn together!”

Felicity walked around her desk and stepped over to the loveseat right underneath her wall of achievements. She plopped right down, swished her hair away from her face, and checked the time on her phone. “One more hour until we leave. Brandon’s either having the time of his life with Rush and Asher right now, or he’s extremely miserable.”

“My guess the time of his life.” She said with a smile, “That’s probably the one thing that brings him absolute joy. His children.” Zagan’s gaze went away for a moment, to another time and place before looking back at Felicity, “ We will learn together. I can give you tips on being a mom, and you can give me tips on being an aunt since you are the expert.”

Staring up at her championship replica’s hanging on the wall, Felicity’s eyes went straight to the HKW World Tag Team championship. The championship she won with her fellow Five Feet of Fury teammate, Ashley Sullivan.

“What about…” Felicity started, a laugh escaping her lips at the drastic change of subject. “... what about tag team wrestling help? I mean, to me you’re an expert in that field.”

Zagan Solas was one half of the infamous duo known as 5150. Quite possibly the most dominant force in Hard Knox Wrestling history. Felicity admired how well Zagan and her partner (Alexa Corra) worked together, and after the off night she and Ashley had? She figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get advice from someone she considered an expert at tag team wrestling.

Solas’ eyes wandered up to Felicity’s title wall before she looked back at Felicity curiously, “Is there… a question somewhere in there?”

“Have you ever felt like you and Alexa weren’t clicking anymore? Like you both kinda outgrew each other?”

“I don’t believe so.” She thought out loud trying her best to think back, “I think when I left her high and dry we weren’t clicking anymore.” Zagan chuckled, “At that time we also had different paths to follow. In a way... we did outgrow one another. Why do you ask?”

Felicity remained quiet for a moment, her eyes fixed on her first tag team title. “I don’t know. It’s just…” she sighed, “... I don’t know. I just feel like that’s exactly what’s going on with Ashley and me in FFW. It’s like she’s constantly fighting this ghost that haunts her.”

“Ghost?” Zagan asked.

“Yah. Like whenever she talks I feel like she’s trying to prove what she’s saying to herself. And then there’s the ghost of relationships in the past.” Felicity continued, speaking of Ashley’s former teammate and boyfriend, Colton Sterling. “And it’s like whenever we’re in a match, she feels the need to try too hard. Like she goes out of her way to show me up because she’s sick of people calling her my sidekick, and I’ve done fucking everything I could to help her with that. The ghost doesn’t go away, though.”

Felicity sat up and stared right at Zagan. “I just… I don’t know. I can’t take it anymore. I feel like as long as she’s tied to me? People are always gonna say it’s Felicity and Ashley, and I can tell…” she bit down on her lip. “I can tell it’s eating at her that it’s not the other way around.”

Out of nowhere, Zagan began to laugh out loud which caused Felicity’s eyes to grow like saucers, “ The girl who struggled to get the plant in the car, and sweetly complained that no one was giving her a hand?” Letting out a breathe, Zagan placed a hand on her chest as her laugh turned into a chuckle, “Yeah… you can’t help that because it’s obvious she can’t help herself. If she has these ghosts to fight like you say, and she is trying to prove something to everyone around her by using you…” She pointed at Felicity then waved her index finger from side to side, “No.No.No. A partner is a better fighter when they fight with you, not against you. You should know what that’s like. You had a partner like that once upon a time. I say you cut her loose. She was dependent on Colton, she is dependent on you… She needs to learn to grow on her own. Find opponents that she can fight against so she isn’t mentally fighting against her partner to prove something that doesn’t need to be proven. She fights alongside you. That should be proof enough for her.”

“But what if---”

“What if nothing, Felicity. I am the expert, remember?”

Felicity went quiet, but continued to stare at Zagan. All of her thoughts were gone, but one quote kept replaying itself in her mind.

“Sometimes the hardest thing to do… is the best thing to do.”
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Zack: Legsweep to counter Siobhan! It’s anyone’s game now as both McAdams and Ashley crawl to their respective corners!

Felicity was close enough to the commentary table where she could hear their every word. She watched as Ashley crawled closer and closer toward her best friend; obvious pain on her face as she reached her hand out and Felicity did the same.

Felicity watched as Siobhan dove to tag in her partner, and Ashley was just an inch away from touching Felicity’s hand…

… until the SUPREMAAAAAAAAH! pulled it away.

She watched the expression on Ashley’s face go from shock to anger and couldn’t help but smirk. She slicked her black locks back and took her merry old time walking down the ring steps. She loved hearing the boos filling up the World’s most famous arena, no expression on her face whatsoever as she moved toward the entrance ramp.

Felicity knew exactly what she was doing. In her mind? She was helping Ashley. No longer did her friend have to be called the sidekick to the Supreme. No longer would SHE cost Felicity opportunities at championship gold. But more importantly than that?

Ashley would finally … finally have to grow on her own.

As she walked up the stage, Felicity never bothered to look back. She even ignored the fans shouting obscenities her way, but the smirk on her face never left. She heard the three count being made, and with the sound of the bell…

Five Feet of Fury … was D E A D.

Felicity disappeared behind the curtain, walked right through the gorilla position and ignored the FFW talent staring at her with an awkward eye. She continued pressing forward, reaching her locker room door before she let out her first word.

“Finally…”

The Supreme ripped off the ‘Five Feet of Fury’ magnet applied to the locker room wall, and replaced it with a ‘Felicity Banks’ one, which she just so happened to have tucked into her gear. She pushed open the door, tossed all of Ashley’s bags out, and slammed the door the shut. The last thing we heard was the door lock and Felicity softly saying:

“No more fighting ghosts, Ashley.”

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“I just… I just can’t believe you did that,” The voice of Onyx Payne echoed through Rush’s nursery as she and Felicity in two different rocking chairs inside the room. Felicity had her eyes on a sleeping Rush, her sweatshirt hood over her head and her eyes barely open.

“Neither can I---” Felicity answered nonchalantly as she took her eyes off of Rush and stared her friend’s way. “---but there’s times where you have to do what you have to do. Felicity was one of those times.”

Onyx rocked back and forth on her chair, placing a thumb underneath her chin as she locked eyes with Felicity. “You mean like that time you screwed us out of the tag titles so your friends Ina and Talia could become tag team champions?”

Ah, memories. Ones that Felicity wished she could change.

“That was a totally different situation, Onyx.” Felicity replied without a moment's hesitation. “Your goal wasn’t the HKW World Tag Team titles. You wanted MY World title.”

“But--”

“No, listen to me.” Felicity fired back. “I did what I did to you to protect MYSELF. I did what I did to Ashley so that she could be more than Felicity’s friend that isn’t as good as Felicity herself. Two entirely different situations, Onyx. Entirely.”

Felicity stood up out of her rocking chair and stepped toward the crib to see Rush sucking on his binky with drool flooding out of his mouth. She couldn’t help but smile at the cuteness, reaching her hand into the crib to cover her son's arms with a blanket before she waved Onyx out of the room.

It didn’t take long for Onyx to stand up, immediately stepping out of the nursery so Felicity could close the door as quietly as possible.

“I don’t even know why you’re asking me about this.” Felicity blurted out; the duo now stepping down the spiral steps that led to the first floor of Felicity’s home. “It’s not like you and Ashley are friends or anything. Hell, you’re not even in FFW!”

Reaching the living room, Felicity plopped down on her recliner and grabbed the television remote. She began flipping through the channels as Onyx took a seat on the armrest of the recliner, making Felicity give her an awkward eye. “You do see other furniture around, right? Why must you sit right here?”

“Because I can.” Onyx answered with a shrug, “ You’re my friend, Felicity, and you are going to end up regretting what you did. I wanted to be tag team partners with you. I wanted us to grow as FelonyX, and Ashley probably wanted to do the same thing. Not everyone is out to get you. Not everyone wants to stab you in the back. When things start to go wrong, it’s like you can’t take it, so you come up with these …. thoughts in your head that everyone is out to get you-”

“Hah.” Felicity interrupted before Onyx could finish. “If you’ve been stabbed in the back as many times as I have? You’d be paranoid too.”

Felicity didn’t make eye contact with her friend, but watch as Onyx finally got off the recliner and moved to the couch.

”Stabbed in the back?” Onyx replied with an arched brow. “Yeah, I know something about that.”

Felicity looked at Onyx with her eyes squinted, dropping the tv remote to the ground. You really don’t understand.”

“Okay.” Onyx interjected. “ Let’s say you did it because it was best for Ashley” She let out a sigh before she propped her elbow on the armrest of the couch, leaning her cheek into her hand. “You wanted to bring FelonyX back once upon a time, and now we have this… thing going on about me being your vice. It’s always going to be something blocking that chance again. I would love to trust you again, but how do I know I could trust you? How will Ashley know that she can trust you when you begin to regret what you did, and decide you want a tag team partner... again.”

An awkward silence took over. Felicity stared daggers through Onyx while the HKW mainstay spun her hair around her finger. It was almost like Felicity had nothing to say, but that wasn’t the case. Not at all actually.

“Let me show you something, Onyx.”

Standing up out of her recliner, Felicity walked toward her entertainment center and focused her attention on the DVR. Once that was turned on, Felicity got to the episode of Defiance Fifty-Nine and fast forwarded it to one specific moment.

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✦ONYX PAYNE: BUT HEY! While I have you here. I can ask you a question. Do you think Annie would do what you did to me? Hypothetically speaking.


Letting the clip play through, Felicity turned around to face Onyx after it finished and placed her hands on her hips.

“But I’m the paranoid one, right? I don’t know how much you’ve been paying attention, but Ashley has always known that she’s viewed as a lesser when it comes to me. I did what I did to Ashley because every single fucking time she spoke, it was ‘I’m just as good as Felicity’ or ‘This isn’t Felicity against whoever. It’s Ashley Sullivan and Felicity against blah blah.’”

Felicity moved back to her recliner, her eyes never going away from Onyx. “So tell me this, princess. What has Annie done; what has Annie even said for you to ask me a question like that?”

”She’s one of your best friends, you know her better than I do, but like you said ... anyone is capable of anything.” Onyx got up and walked over to the coat rack where she hung up her jacket earlier, “ She also turned on Ashley so…”

“Because Ashley deserved it…”

Onyx shrugged her shoulders as she slipped her jacket on, not knowing really what to think anymore, “It’s also hard for me to trust anyone I work with fully because of what you did to me. It’s just business though, right? No reason to take it personal.” Another thing that Felicity had said to her when explaining her actions.

“Onyx, you’re not listening to wha--”

Ignoring Felicity, Onyx opened the door, “I’ll catch you later, Felicity. Remember we still got that trip to plan with with kids.” Pointing at her friend, Onyx gives her a smile before taking her leave.

“So thickheaded that one.” Felicity said with a sigh, pulling up on the lever to her recliner to rest her feet up. “But I finally get to rest!”

The Supreme closed her eyes and slowly started drifting away until…

“WAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAAH!”

Rush’s cries came shooting through the baby monitor, getting Felicity to instantly hop off her recliner and move toward the the steps.

“So much for that relaxation…”

Motherhood…

What Felicity always wanted, but it sure as hell was a pain in the ass.

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There were no lights aside for the tiki torches Felicity had lit in her backyard. Felicity herself sat in a lawn chair with a marijuana rolled blunt in her hand, sweatpants covering her bottom and a white wife beater covering the upper half of her body. She exhaled a large cloud of smoke as she turned to the camera, the expression on her face sullen.

“I already know how you people expect this to start.” she started, inhaling another puff from the blunt as she kept trapped inside her lungs.

“With the same question that I’ve been asked since Felocity. The night that I decided to remove all the unnecessary weight my back was carrying just so I can finally do what I set out to do when I came to FFW.”

Exhaling the smoke, Felicity sat the remaining part of the blunt in an ashtray placed on top of green lawn table, her glossy eyes still fixed on the camera.

“Why, Felicity? Why?”

She laughed.

“Why would you - someone who speaks so highly of loyalty - turn your back on the girl who called you her best friend?”

She stopped, looking up at the night sky with a blank expression on her face.

“Well, first of all, never did I call her MY best friend, but the real question here should be….”

She lowered her gaze to face the camera.

“... why the fuck did it take you so long to realize that Ashley Sullivan was a waste of skin and nowhere near your level? Why did it take you so long to realize that Ashley Sullivan was the sole reason why Felicity Banks STILL didn’t have FFW gold around her waist? Why, Felicity? Why did you even waste your time with her after she left you for dead the first time you two decided to team up? Why did you reform something that was never really that good in the past and expect … greatness?”

She stopped, cocking her head to the side as she crossed her legs.

“And every single one of those question could be answered with one word.”

Brief pause.

“Loyalty. For nearly five years I’ve been loyal to Ashley Sullivan while everyone else turned their backs on her. For nearly five years I’ve defended Ashley Sullivan every single fucking time someone tried to disrespect her name. For FIVE FUCKING YEARS I TOLD EVERYONE WHO WOULD PAY ATTENTION THAT ASHLEY WAS JUST AS GOOD AS I AM AND THERE WAS NEVER A LEADER IN DESCENT OR FIVE FEET OF FURY!”

She stopped, only to calm down and go back down to her library voice.

“But what has that loyalty got me? Nothing. In HKW, my loyalty was repaid by Ashley walking out on me and the entire company. She basically left me for dead, and did she ever apologize for it?”

She shook her head from side to side.

“Nope. She didn’t even make an attempt! Now, in FFW, my loyalty was repaid by Ashley putting L’s on my record all because she had to show off! Because she had to show the crowd that she was the show stealer and real crowd pleaser! That she was the person who would carry us to the Unity Tag Team titles.”

She scoffed, grabbing a water pool off lawn table next to her.

“That’s what this Five Feet of Fury thing always was for Ashley. She didn’t want to win the FFW Unity championships. She wanted to try and show me up each and every time we stepped foot in that ring, and where did that get us? Nowhere. We beat a team that has been a shell of what they once were for months now, and after that? Nothing but a slow fall to the bottom.”

Stopping for a moment, Felicity inhaled a deep breath and kept it in. You could see tears building up in her eyes as she exhaled and tried to do her best gather herself.

“Despite what you may all think, I really do consider Ashley a friend, but being friends? It’s a two way street. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, Ashley was never there. I win a championship, and everyone BUT Ashley congratulates me. I beat Lance Winters to win my second World Championship after going to war with a biker gang, and you wanna know what she said to me?”

She stopped, looking away from the camera.

“‘At least one of us got the job done.’ Those were her exact words. No good job, Fel. No you deserve it, Fel. No nothing. She, of course, had to make it about HER. I had a fucking birthday where this girl didn’t even buy me a gift, AND I’M SUPPOSED TO BE OKAY WITH THIS?!”

She shook her head no.

“Not a chance. The thing that pisses me off the most, though? The fact that every single time I tried to talk to my supposed best friend about something that was bothering ME, she somehow turned into something about her. That’s what you get from Ashley fucking Sullivan! I this! I that! Me this. Me that! Wanna test my theory?”

She asked, almost as if she were expecting an answer from the guy holding the camera.

“Try having a conversation with that dumb bitch and watch how fast she changes the subject to something about her. You can tell the girl that World War III is upon us, and she’ll tell you how she had a uncle who fought in Vietnam! You call her to tell her you adopted a son, and she’ll completely ignore it and tell you about her boyfriend’s penis size!”

Getting frustrated, Felicity picked the blunt out of the ashtray and lit it right back up with her Scorpio Bic lighter.

“There’s only so much a person can take before they realize who someone really is, and after five long years? I finally know who Ashley Sullivan is.”

She sucked in a puff from the blunt, held in the smoke, and let it right out.

“Ashley Sullivan is greedy. Ashley Sullivan is ignorant. Ashley Sullivan doesn’t care about anything if it doesn’t benefit her. The most important lesson, though?”

She set the blunt down in the ashtray.

“Ashley Sullivan is NO Felicity Banks. Felocity this week proves that too, doesn’t it, Ashley? You know, with you opening the show and me co-main eventing against one of the two people you couldn’t beat.”

Cue the cocky laugh.

“But don’t worry, Ashers. Like always, Felicity will come to your rescue and beat Siobhan all by her lonesome.”

The Supreme stood up and started moving over toward the camera.

“I want you to watch this match, Ashley. Hell, come take a front row seat if you want to because when that bell rings and my name is announced the victor; you’ll finally know for sure that you…”

She pointed at the camera.

“Can never and will never be able to hold a candle to me. Toodles!”

Without a second word, the camera immediately turned into a distorted static as Felicity walked back inside her home.


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Felicity was just barely getting her eyes open, the sweet sound of Rush NOT crying kept her in bed. She rolled to the side to grab her phone off the nightstand and saw exactly sixty-two missed calls from her brother, Brandon.

“What the hell?!”

She had no idea why Brandon would call so many times, but she was too tired to care. She slid off her bed and placed her bare feet on the cold wooden floor before she stood up and stretched every muscle in her body.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Yawning, Felicity slipped on her pair of Finding Nemo slippers and stepped out of her bedroom. Her first stop? Rush’s nursery, but the baby boy was still fast asleep. She closed his door as quietly as possible then stepped down her spiral staircase to get downstairs. Once she reached the bottom step and looked into her living room…

“Brandon?”

… she saw her brother; his eyes bloodshot from crying and tears still streaming down her face. Felicity immediately knew something was wrong, running right up to her bring brother and kneeling down in front of him.

“Brandon, what are you doing?! You don’t cry?”

And that was the truth. Felicity couldn’t remember the last time she saw her protector shed tears, but once he spit out the news? She knew exactly why.”

“Gambino…” Brandon hesitated, choking up after saying his name. “Jayden is dead, Fel…”

There were no words to say, and no actions to make. Felicity stood up to her feet; the reality of her brothers death hitting her instantly.

“I… I…”

*PLOP*

It was too much for Felicity to bear. She fainted and almost fell to ground, but Brandon reacted fast caught her before she hit the floor. Brandon carried Felicity to the nearest couch, laid her down, and sat on the edge of couch next to her. He watched as Felicity started coming to, her mind hoping that what she was told was just part of a dream.

“I’m sorry, Fel. But I didn’t want you to find out from someone else.”

Still a bit out of it, Felicity understood enough to feel her heart shattering into a thousand of different pieces. Tears began pouring down her cheeks as she covered her face with her hands, Brandon reaching forward to comfort his baby sister with a hug.

Rosa Valdez might’ve been a friend, but at the end of the day? She was just a cleaning lady.

Jayden “Gambino” Gamble was her brother. One of the two men who raised her…

… and now he was gone.

For someone who managed to avoid death most of her adult life, there was certainly a black cloud following Felicity around as of late.
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“There’s one reason and one reason only as to why I issued an open challenge to anyone in the World of professional wrestling for FFW’s biggest show of the year … Unstoppable.”

The female Banks began, sitting on what appeared to be the earth (green screens ftw) and stars with the faces of many FFW talents shining around her.

“I could’ve been like some and waited for management to give me something to do. I could’ve been like others and finagled my way into a title match, but to me?”

She turned to face the camera.

“To the one who sits on thee THRONE? Neither of those options were good enough. Facing someone who was already signed to FFW wasn’t good enough. I wanted something bigger than a championship match or a random ass number one contenders match for a championship that I probably don’t even want.”

She turned her her head and faced the stars, staring at those of all of the FFW champions.

“I made the open challenge because I wanted to face one of the best in the world. See, I already knew that I was basically fucked for the biggest FFW event of the year because I spent so much time carrying Ashley Sullivan’s lanky ass on my back. I knew… I knew I had to do something big. Something SUPREEEEEMAAAAAAAH.”

She paused, only to take a harder look at the different stars in the solar system. The faces of many FFW talents shined bright, but the one that stuck out the most?

Miko (Whiskey) Ayano.

“And I did. I single-handedly brought one of the most dangerous professional wrestlers in the World to FFW, and whose throne does she want to challenge? The one that I - and only I - sit on.”

A smirk crossed Felicity’s face as she continued to stare at the star of the formerly known Whiskey Ayano.

“I expected this to be different though, Miko … or whatever it is that you call yourself these days. I expected you to show up right when I issued the challenge, but what did you do? You aired video packages. You played vignettes after my matches. You waited and waited to show your face, and that? That tells me that you yourself know that you’re not ready for the SUPREEEEEEMAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”

A pause to catch her breath.

“Or maybe… maybe this is part of the “new” you. Maybe I’m just used to Whiskey Ayano being a cold blooded killer, and not used to Miko Ayano being… well…”

She shrugged her shoulders.

“A pussy. You took your time to reveal yourself, and after you did? You went ghost while continued to dominate the entire wrestling world! So that makes me wonder, Miko…”

She squinted her eyes at the star of Miko.

“Who am I getting at Unstoppable? Am I getting the woman that could put the fear of God into the heart of a non-believer? Or am I getting someone who’s a shell of what they once were? Someone who NEEDED to drink to be successful in this business?”

Another shrug from the FFW award winner before she turned her head to look at the camera (evil bitch face intact).

“For your sake, I hope it’s the cold blooded killer, because if it isn’t? Your little comeback tour is gonna be shorter than Ashley Sullivan and Samantha Tolson’s FFW careers.”

After a wink, Felicity turned to the star of Miko Ayano as the picture began to fade away.


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Grocery shopping was one of the things that Felicity hated the most. Due to her superstardom, she always had to go late at night with a hood practically covering her entire face. There were plenty of occasions where the local Walmart associates thought that the pintsized wrestling star was there to rob the place, but once they found it was Felicity? It became “can I have an autograph” or “will you take a picture with me” -- something she hated extremely.

Luckily for the female Banks, she now had Rush and most people had enough common decency not to bother Felicity when she was with her son.

“Would you stop kicking me!” Felicity shouted, as Rush sat in the shopping cart and kicked his at mother, “I swear if you kick me again you’ll never get a visit from tooth fairy! Ever!”

Though he probably didn’t understand a word she said, Rush stopped and his attention went elsewhere. Felicity threw in two boxes of Frosted Flakes into her already packed shopping cart, then noticed a Spanish man at the end of the aisle looking directly at her.

“Freaking fans. I knew we should’ve disguised ourselves, Rush!”

The world traveled veteran immediately spun her cart around and took off in the opposite direction, but the Spanish man continued following her at even a faster pace. Felicity took notice of this, and instead of running away, she did what she usually does when she doesn’t want to be bothered.

“Will you get the FUCK away from me?” she shouted as the Spanish man stepped closer, “I’m with my son, and I don’t do autographs unless I’m getting paid.”

That got a laugh out of the unknown Spanish man as Felicity began scanning what he was wearing. He was quite literally dressed like Joker from the movie ‘Next Friday’ - pant leg up and all.

“You don’t know who I am, do you, mami?” the man asked, a sly smirk forming on his face.

“Mami?” Felicity fired back, “You must not know who the fuck I am because the only person allowed to call me mommy is that little boy.” she pointed back at Rush.

“Ah, yeah. That little boy.”

Turning his attention to Rush, the man began pulling up the sleeves to his white shirt, Felicity immediately noticing the “Valdez” tattoo on the man’s bicep. Her heart began to race as she started to realize she was standing right in one of Rosa’s family members.

“Interesting story how you got that little boy, si? My sister overdosed…” he paused, leaning forward to whisper into Felicity’s ear. “... on the drugs your cousin is pushing.”

Felicity was at a loss for words. There was not a single word that came out of her mouth as a thousand and one different thoughts raced through her head.

“You see, I know exactly who you are, mami. He emphasized, “En este momento? I know that I have right where I want you.”

Noticing the other shoppers around all noticing Felicity, the Valdez brother decided to keep his words short and straight to the point.

“One million dollars. Next week. Same time as now. Liberty State Park.”

“What?” Felicity blurted out. If looks could kill, another Valdez family would be dead.

“I want one million dollars or I’ll tell the police where the drugs that killed my sister really came from, and that little boy?” he pointed at Rush, “Will be with his real familia.”

A baffled Felicity once again stood in silence. She wanted to tell that Valdez brother he was full of shit, but the what if’s started running through her mind.

What if he was telling the truth and would snitch? Rosa always did tell Felicity that her brothers would sell each other out if it meant the other was safe.

What if the cops raided her home, and found all of the kilos of cocaine her cousin, Jurek, had stashed? Her career would be ruined. Her spotless reputation would be tarnished. More importantly? Rush would definitely be out of her life.

Noticing the impatient look in the Valdez brothers eyes, Felicity swallowed down a hard gulp and took a quick look at Rush. The smile on his face made her believe that everything would be okay as she turned back around to face the Valdez brother.

“You’ll have your money, and then you leave me and Rush alone. Deal?”

The Valdez brother smirked.

“More like… cómo se dice?” He began backing away, “The first deal.”

The Valdez brother continued backing away, a sly smirk on his face. Felicity’s heart felt like it was ready to pop out of her chest, unable to look at the Valdez brother any longer. She turned around to face Rush and ran her hand down his cheek as a thousand different thoughts continued running through her head. The one consistent?

“I won’t let anyone take you away from me.” she said, giving Rush a kiss on his forehead before she began pushing her cart and thought over everything that had just happened.


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“I can have Joseph call in a favor maybe? I believe one of his best friends works for the Jersey City Police Department.”

The soothing voice of Onyx Perello wasn’t enough to make Felicity stop walking circles around her living room. Onyx was the only person Felicity had told about the situation, knowing that she was one of the more rational thinkers of her friends.

“And besides… like you’ve told me before… that entire family is bad news. I highly doubt the authorities will believe anything they sa--”

“You highly doubting anything doesn’t mean much really.” Felicity ignorantly blurted out, stopping her pace before she turned to Onyx, “I’m sorry. I’m just…”

It took her quite a bit to find the right word, but once she finally got it?

“PISSED!”

Rush was out of the house so not cursing wasn’t on Felicity’s mind. Frankly? Nothing but the threat made by the Valdez brother was.

“I understand that you’re angry…” Onyx began, stopping only to make sure Felicity wasn’t going to snap, “... but what can they really do? Rosa made you Rush’s legal guardian in case anything happened to her, and you don’t have any drugs in your house…” Onyx watched as Felicity stopped her pace and turned pale in the face, “... do you?”

“There’s like… four million dollars worth of cocaine stashed in my safe upstairs.”

“Felicity!” Onyx shouted in disbelief, standing up from the couch she was sitting on and moving in Felicity’s direction. “Well we have to get that out of here!”

“I can’t just throw four million dollars away, Onyx! I’m just gonna have Jurek get it the hell out of here, and--”

“Then what?” Onyx held up her hands and blinked hard, “Before you answer that, when and why did you start selling drugs?!”

“I don’t!” Felicity exclaimed, “I just lent my cousin the money so he could get on his feet again, and it all just kinda spiralled out of control. The safest place to keep it is here because I’m untouchable in New Jersey.”

“Not when you’re trafficking that much in drugs, Felicity…”

As much as Felicity wanted to believe Onyx was wrong, she knew wholeheartedly she was right. The Banks Family had a lot of leniency from the authorities in the state of New Jersey, but after what happened with Rosa and the cops still looking into where the drugs came from? Anything was possible.

Unable to stand any longer, Felicity plopped down on her recliner and immediately put up the foot rest. All she could do was stare at Onyx as she bit down on her lip and began thinking.

“You know what? This is all Jurek’s fault! If he didn’t beg me to give him a loan I wouldn’t be in this position right now!”

“No, Felicity.” Onyx said calmly, “This is your fault. You could have given him the loan and been done with it, but instead you became a part of it.”

Putting two and two together, Onyx gasped and grabbed at her chest.

“The drugs Rosa overdosed on. They were yours?” Onyx asked, taking a seat before she got her answer.

“Not mine, Onyx. Jurek’s. I seriously have not touched or sold any of it. Jurek has people do it, I supply the money, I get my cut, and he keeps the stash here because the police do not like him. He’s not untouchable like me and Brandon. Like… they’ve seriously been out to get him since I could remember.”

Onyx was baffled by what she was hearing. Never in a million years did she think Felicity would become a “plug” as the kids called it, and truth was? Neither did Felicity.

“Felicity…” Onyx began, shaking her head with a sarcastic chuckle. “... you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met, but this is by far the stupidest thing you have ever done. What I don’t understand is how you still have that… garbage in your house.”

“Do you not listen?” Felicity asked bluntly. “I just told you that I’m not throwing four million dollars away.” she stopped, biting down on her fingernails as she continued, “It’s bad enough that I’m being blackmailed into giving one away.”

“So you’re going to do it?”

Felicity looked over at her fireplace and stared right at the black and white photo of her holding Rush up in the air, the two smiling at one another.

“I don’t think I have any other choice…”

Not knowing what to say, Onyx simply stood up and made her way over to the recliner Felicity was sitting on. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders to give her a hug and gently rubbed her shoulder.

“You’ll figure this out, Felicity. You figure everything out.”

There was truth in Onyx’s words, but this? This was a situation that Felicity had no idea how to knee in the face.


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“Most people will tell you that they fear the unknown, but me? I absolutely love it.”

Sitting back on top of her World, Felicity’s eyes remained glued to the star of Miko Ayano.

“I love driving for hours with no destination in mind. I love visiting places that are supposed to be haunted. Hell, I even love scratch off tickets because you never know what you could win.”

She turned to face the camera.

“But my favorite unknown of all? Every single time I step in that ring with someone who I never got to share it with. But this unknown? It’s a little different.”

She paused, facing the star of Miko Ayano once more.

“No matter how much tape I watch, I have absolutely no idea who I’m getting in the ring with, and you wanna know the funny thing? THAT excites the hell out of me. See, I already know that if I was facing Whiskey Ayano, I’d be in for something brutal. I’d probably come out of that match with thumbtacks attached to my ass and tattoos ruined because I got thrown into a barbwire covered table or something.”

She rubbed her chin, her eyes still on the same star.

“But with Miko Ayano it’s like … what the fuck do I expect? Is she still going to wrestle like Whiskey did? Did she completely change her style? Can she even still so since she’s supposedly put down the bottle?”

She turned to face the camera.

“But then I realized … it really doesn’t matter at all. No matter how good Whiskey was, she was nowhere near my level, nor has she accomplished as much as I have despite putting her body through hell. For every single deathmatch she wrestled, I was winning championship belts. For every wound she was getting stitched up, I was trying to find room in my house for the awards that I won.”

A pause, but only a brief one.

“See, there’s a lot of people out there right now who think that my body is on the verge of breaking down, but what I KNOW is that Miko’s body IS broken down. You could change your name, your identity and take as much time away as you want, but after all the shit Whiskey Ayano put herself through?”

She looked back at the star of Miko.

“I know that Miko still feels that pain. I know that Miko still has those wounds, and an identity crisis isn’t going to fix that. That’s why I’m going to beat the living shit out of you, Miko. I have no strategy here. You can’t come up with gameplan for someone who probably doesn’t even know who they are, soooooooooooo!”

She turned back to the camera.

“I’m going to keep it simple and just hit you and hit you and hit you until all that pain and all those wounds make it impossible for you to get up. We can bring up ring rust and the fact that I’m one of the best in the World today, but there’s really no point because those things are obvious. What’s not obvious is what you’re about to see at Unstoppable, but being the SUPREEEEEEEMAAAAAAAAAAH that I am -- I’m going to give the fans of FFW a little spoiler.”

Her face went blank, daggers shooting through her eyes.

“You’re going to see Felicity Banks destroy what was once a great wrestler, and then leave FFW as a winner.

Bow… the fuck… down."
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