Boca Raton, FL.
Two Weeks Ago
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As she walked through the halls of the Private practice, Dr. Bethany Blue was trying to get back to an old routine that she felt comfortable with. Today she wasn’t all dressed up as usual, instead was wearing some pink scrubs and Air Jordans. Her hair was slicked back in a ponytail, some make-up, enough to brighten her features, didn’t even have fingernail polish on. She carried a clipboard after visiting one of her patients, then knocking on the door before stepping into another. It was Mrs. Bernstein, a sweet older woman whose husband recently passed away.
“Hi Mrs. Bernstein. How are you?”
“Oh Dr. Lucas, I am absolutely fantastic.”
It was the first time that Bethany was called Dr. Lucas, most would simply call her Doctor or use her wrestling last name, Blue. She took that a little by surprise and lost her train of thought for a moment. Bethany found herself pausing, almost as if she was lost in her own thoughts.
Shock Value
March 14, 2026
It was a chaotic situation. The medical staff had quickly placed Dr. Bethany Blue who was bleeding from her face, mouth, parts of her body, she was a complete mess, lying on the stretcher, holding her stomach and screaming in pain, all she kept saying is “That something was wrong”. After she started to bleed from her crotch area, the medical staff knew there was more than just internal injuries. The Ambulance was waiting as they loaded her up and quickly took her to the hospital. Adam Lucas was still being attended to in the ring.
A Few Hours Later
Bethany was bandaged up, she had a tooth ripped out and was treated for that, half of her face was scraped up and cut, wearing a covering over it. Her wrestling gear was off; she had on a hospital gown and laying in the bed staring at the ceiling. Bethany had been given some pain medicine, so she was in and out for the most part, but it was the mental anguish that really was hurting her more than anything physical that had happened. The Good Doctor is a very smart woman, she knows that something is wrong, she can only imagine what it could have been. Her baby brown eyes turned toward the door as the Doctor came in with the nurse. Dr. Bethany Blue was all too familiar with this scenario because she is usually the one that walks into the room to visit patients, but this time the roles are reversed. Bethany slowly sits up as the Nurse quickly tries to stop her.
“Please Dr. Blue, lay down.”, she demanded but Bethany was having none of it. “I rather sit, please.”, the Doctor responded. She sat there, curling her toes as a sign of a nervous twitch when the Doctor taking care of her looked rather somber. “Dr. Blue, I know that you are in no shape to be sitting up, and I also know as a fellow Doctor, you are very stubborn, but we need to talk about your condition.”, Dr. Sonjay Patel says as Bethany already has a sense that it was something severe. All she can do is nod humbly, there is no energy nor is this the time or place for her to play the bitchy, sassy and ruthless character she normally does. “What it is Dr. Patel?”, she asked with a bit of a lisp considering Bethany was missing a tooth and had some really bad trauma to her mouth, but right now she was feeling nothing with all the pain meds she was on.
“Dr. Blue, I don’t know how else to say this, but you were 8 weeks pregnant.”
The second Bethany heard that her face froze, she almost went into shock as the nurse had to hold her. She started to shake some, trying to look away while her eyes teared up. “I am so sorry, but you lost the baby.”, Dr. Patel said striking that final blow to her as she started to hyperventilate, clutching at her stomach, Bethany tried to her best to keep composure, she then turned to Dr. Patel, tears swelled in her eyes.
“H… how? I took precautions. How… I don’t understand… there has to be… there has to be some mistake, Dr. Patel. I took precautions, I ….”, but Dr. Patel grabbed her hand trying to calm Bethany down. “Dr. Blue, we both know that nothing is one hundred percent. I am so sorry, if you would like a counselor to –“
“I don’t need a goddamn counselor! I… this has to be wrong…. I need to see the paperwork, the tests…. I need….”, but again Dr. Patel needed to interrupt. “Dr. Blue, the tests are accurate. You were pregnant for eight weeks, and the trauma to your body was the unfortunate cause to the death of your unborn child. I am sorry. Nurse, please stay with her as we make you comfortable.”, Dr, Patel regrettably tells Dr. Blue before walking out of the room. Bethany just lowers her head staring at the floor and her feet, all she can do is shake in complete shock.
Boca Raton, FL.
Two Weeks Ago
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“Dr. Lucas? Are you okay?”, Mrs. Bernstein asked, a bit concerned. Bethany nodded after snapping out of her little trance and put on her front. She smiled and continued on her examination. “Yes… Yes of course, Mrs. Bernstein, everything is fine. I see your chart and everything looks good. Any changes that I should know about?”, Bethany asks typically of her patients. “No, I am feeling great thanks to you. How is Adam? Are you two going to start a family soon?”, Mrs. Bernstein says, obviously she doesn’t watch wrestling and knows what had happened to Bethany which the Good Doctor would have to remember as a lot of her patients don’t even know she is a wrestler. Bethany had to pivot again, she felt a little lump in her throat, as she had just gotten back top work in the office the day before and was still dealing with so many emotions.
She also hadn’t talked to Adam Lucas since that night, avoiding him at all costs because she was hurt emotionally and physically by him in the month leading to that match and the brutality that he showed against her really took her off guard. And knowing that even though she had the match won and would have defeated him had it not been for Kai Rabeaux, the fact was it didn’t matter to her in the long run, there was far worse that happened.
“Maybe one day, Mrs. Bernstein. Okay, I will send Nurse Becca in here to get you all checked out, I will see you again in 3 months, okay?”
“You got it Dr. Lucas, and you look so lovely today. I love the natural look.”, speaking on Bethany wearing very light makeup and dressed up in scrubs, not even all made up, even missing nail polish and her hair was in a ponytail. All Bethany could do was smile. “Thank you Mrs. Bernstein, you have a good day now.”, Bethany responded before walking out.
She quickly went into the Nurses station and saw Nurse Becca. “Becca, Mrs. Bernstein is ready to check out, can you take care of her, please.”, Bethany stated, the nurses could see that something was bothering her, unlike a lot of the patients, they did know what happened to the Good Doctor. “Are you okay, Doctor?”, Becca concerned asks as Bethany just nods. “Yeah… I’ll be in my office. I think I’m going to cut it short today.”, she states before walking to the back. Becca heads in to take care of Mrs. Bernstein.
Bethany walks into her office and drops the chart on the desk, she sits down and leans back, just staring at the ceiling before a small trickle of tears run down her cheek. She then feels her phone vibrating, looking at it, her mother is calling her, but she doesn’t answer, knowing that it will be the same conversation that it has been the last few weeks, to quit professional wrestling and try to fix things with Adam. Bethany had no time for it and instead decided to go home.
It was already the afternoon, as she then walks out with her stuff and tells Nurse Goldstein… “Cancel the rest of my appointments for the day, Ra.”, in which Nurse Goldstein nodded and replied. “Of course, Doctor. Go home and chill.”, she said as Bethany gave a half smile and walked out.
Thirty Minutes Later
Bethany was home, she sat on her couch, letting her hair down, took off her sneakers and socks, feet on the coffee table, staring at the TV. She hadn’t watched what happened at Shock Value, refusing to see it and instead deciding not to put anything on. The house was covered with pictures of her and Adam, nowhere she turned could it not be a reminder. Bethany had been putting up a mask for a while now, acting tough and almost cold at work.
But finally, she had enough.
“What…. what have I done….”
All she could do was cry, the tears started to flow down her face, covering up the best she could even though no one was there to see it. This was the moment that Bethany finally accepted that she had made some really big mistakes in her career, and that one of them cost her not just a title and a historic reign, but a husband… a child…
… it cost her everything.
She couldn’t stop crying, until finally she came to an abrupt stop, because there was only one thing that could help her. Bethany reached over and while her relationship with this man had been on the rocks for a long time, it was the moment she was ready to fix it. So, she made a call.
“Hello?”
“Matthieu… It’s Bethany.”
TO BE CONTINUED
Dr. Bethany Blue’s Health Tip #337
I will go ahead and say one thing, that sometimes you find yourself asking many questions and never finding the answers to the problems, but here is a simple solution, take care of your body and do it NOW. Don’t let anything get past you, whatever warning signs whether subtle or not, as it will speak to you and say that maybe there is something wrong. Don’t make the same mistakes that I did, because I know that we can all get caught up and life and completely ignore what is around us. It is the best advice I can give.
WHATEVER WORKS
CHAPTER ONE
Nobody was for certain if the team of Dr. Bethany Blue and TLA would work. After what happened to the Good Doctor at Shock Value, many wondered if she would even be back this season, and for many including Bethany, they couldn’t have expected for this hard working woman to come back ready and strong, even with such a tragic loss. She had to get mentally and physically well in order to step back in the ring and be a surprise entrant at the Grand Rampage, which for many that was a true shock, but more than that, she was cheered and that really took her by surprise. Bethany is a woman that has been one of the most direct, brutal, insulting, and ruthless Elitists the past three seasons plus and never bit her tongue or apologized for it.
So, for her to get a crowd reaction like she did was touching because it showed that people actually care about her well-being and that was really eye-opening. Though she didn’t win the Grand Rampage and was eliminated by the very person she is teaming with in TLA at the Tag Team Turmoil Tournament, the history between these two speak for itself, and Bethany at times has made TLA’s life a living hell.
Yet these two had found some common ground, and that is an important part to all of this considering they didn’t have to and instead put their differences aside, made them known for sure and continued on their way to advance to the next round of the tournament and one win away from getting to the finals at Fighting Spirit.
The Good Doctor is laser focused and that much is known, even with all the trauma and distractions in her life, she is still ready to do whatever it takes to reach the finals and become Unified Tag team Champions with of all people, TLA.
The former longest reigning Hardcore Champion is sitting alone in her hotel room, she has on a black long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up, untucked, jeans , with her long sandy blonde hair straightened And hanging down, open toed Louboutin heels with her nails polished a baby pink. There is an unsteady aura surrounding Bethany, but she is starting to look and sound more like herself again.
REC:
The Good Doctor takes a moment before she speaks in a very uncharacteristic calm tone
“I’m not some reclamation project, nor am I trying to be a hero. Please let me explain something very quickly so that many of you especially those that face me understand. Dr. Bethany Blue isn’t on a redemption tour, nor am I looking for forgiveness from the things that I have done, matter of fact, I never apologized for them and never will, because when it comes to this sport, sometimes you have to be someone that you hate deep down inside but know that it is necessary in order to get the job done.
None of you know me outside of this business, they don’t see the care and time I take to treat my patients or how professional I act toward anyone that comes seeking for help. I am an outstanding member of my community and have always been a prominent figure knowing full well that there are eyes always on me.
Inside the ring and the EAW?
It’s a different story.
There are no limitations to what anyone can do. We are not on trial here, and those that want to throw judgment on others are just as bad and hypocritical because they too have done the same at some point of their careers or even worse. I have always been a confident woman in this company, and yes admittedly very arrogant at times that it has come back to bite me in the ass and humble the Good Doctor which I have learned from and tend to rarely lake the same mistakes again. I want people to know that I am not doing this for sympathy, but for one reason.
For love of the game.
I came back quickly and was a surprise entrant in the Grand Rampage as I didn’t want to sit at home anymore, sulk and cry myself to sleep, okay? Is that alright with all of you Elitists out there that want to trash me or point out my past which I have NEVER hid from nor will I EVER do so as I accept full responsibility for everything that I have done to the masses, the things I have said, no matter what, but do you think I am going to stand here and say “I’m sorry” for bashing a brick on a skull or injecting another with Propofol costing them a win, or even the many altercations that I have had with almost every member of the roster in Voltage?
No.
Frankly speaking, I own that shit. What happened to me I would not wish on my worst enemy, yes not even Miku Sakai who sometimes I wish she would walk in front of a train. I made a huge, calculated error, and have accepted that I played a huge role in it. I am the mistake of not listening to my body, so fucking obsessed with becoming the longest reigning Hardcore Champion of all time, I wanted to break records and actually have an accolade that I could call my own. I was determined to make it right no matter what and that included never taking the time to stop and listen to my body. Of course, what was going on with Adam Lucas didn’t help much either, had he just stayed in his lane, maybe things would be different, MAYBE, but I will not throw that all on his shoulders, it’s not fair for me to do so. I will also look at a chicken shit coward like Kai Rabaux and forever know that he was also part of the causer because he couldn’t get the job done at King of Elite.
And I see what we all knew would happen, that team exploded before it ever had a chance to start.
Which brings me to the Tag Team Turmoil Tournament, where TLA and I were able to put our differences aside and defeat Sayuri Himura and Eris Morti. They put up a good fight, no question about it, but if two professionals that cannot stand one another but are basically two of the very best to do it decide that this is more important than fighting each other?
We are unbeatable.
Do not mistake that I cannot stand TLA and he doesn’t like me ether, that much is determined. But we have the right mindset for this, and it wouldn’t matter who we faced next, no one was going to stop us. I see Eris didn’t take too kindly to the matter and attacked Sayuri, I look forward to seeing those two women beat the ever living shit out of one another.
But we move on.
TLA and Dr. Bethany Blue were two wrestlers that no one saw working together. I think it is safe to say that we indeed surprised a lot of people because we have ONE common bond, we WANT Championship Gold and we will take it…
… at Pain For Pride.”
Bethany pauses for a moment, thinking about the match last week, and what she was going to say to TLA. She understands that while this is not the ideal situation, it is definitely one that she must try to work through and do whatever she can in order to get there. She turns back to speak.
“Look, we are unbeatable.
Do not mistake me for one iota here, I cannot stand TLA and he doesn’t like me either, that much is very clear. But what we do have is clarity. We understand the assignment, what is at stake, and more importantly that winning fixes everything, at least for now. See, while other teams are busy trying to figure out trust, chemistry, and friendship, we skipped all of that bullshit.
We went straight to results and that is what makes us dangerous.
It doesn’t matter who stands across from us next, and yes, Bronson Daniels and ARIA are NEXT for what we did, was show in that first round wasn’t luck but proof that when two elite competitors decide to lock in, emotions and even our history becomes irrelevant, for all that matters is the execution and I think so far we got it right, doing it better than anyone in this tournament.
Now, I see what happened after the match. Eris Morti attacking Sayuri Himura… shocking, right? No, it was kind of predictable. This is what happens when ego overrides purpose. By caring more about saving face than actually winning something that matters and honestly? I meant every fucking word I said, looking forward to watching those two tear each other apart.
Because that’s what teams like them do, implode. Meanwhile, teams like us? Which let’s be fair here not a single person gave us a chance to co-exist, did exactly that by adapting, evolving and winning. TLA and Dr. Bethany Blue were not supposed to work on paper; we’re a disaster waiting to happen. Think about it, opposites in every sense considering all we have done to one another just this season alone. Different philosophies, personalities, and ways of approaching this business.
Yet here we are. Not because we like each other or suddenly found common ground. No, see we are both smart and driven enough to recognize an opportunity when it’s right in front of us and there is no way in hell we are letting that slip. Anyone in this tournament can question the longevity of this team all they want, while sitting there wondering when it falls apart, the tension finally boils over,, that’s fine.
Don’t hold your fucking breath.
For here’s the part nobody seems to understand yet, TLA and Dr. Bethany Blue don’t need to be perfect, we just need to be better than everyone else and so far?
That hasn’t been very hard.
Now, Pain For Pride is right around the corner, and this tournament isn’t just another opportunity, it’s THE opportunity. The kind that changes careers and defines legacies whether people like it or not, accept or don’t accept, I don’t give a flying fuck, for again I cannot believe that I am going to say this, but TLA and I are walking straight toward that very Pain For Pride moment.
Together.
For now, and make no mistake, I haven’t forgotten who he is and hasn’t forgotten who I am. When this is all said and done? I am pretty positive that we handle that business; but until then?
We are aligned, focused and coming for everything. So, to the rest of this tournament, to every team still standing, to anyone who thinks they’ve figured us out… you haven’t and by the time you do it will be too late. Which brings me to our opponents this week in ARIA and Bronson Daniels. ARIA is a woman that has all the talent in the world, she is like that hero in a story that you cheer for knowing that they are probably not going to make it in the end and end up sacrificing herself for the better and never gets her moment. ARIA has had so many opportunities, coming oh so fucking close and falling behind to the point that I almost feel sorry for her.
I have faced ARIA before, whether it was for a title or not, made no difference, she is a fighter and very good in the ring, dangerous even which is why I can see why her and Bronson Daniels complement each other well. But no disrespect here, I’m just stating facts, when is ARIA finally going to break the glass ceiling? At this point we are reaching Candice Blair stages, and they are currently teaming up. Birds of the feather and all that shit, we get it, but come on.
ARIA, you are better than this.
Look, I am not going to talk down or defame your character, nor will I put myself on a pedestal to try and make you look bad, those days are over and shit, okay, because I realize now that my talent and the accomplishments I have had speak for themselves, no need to throw it in anyone’s face. But let’s be honest here, nothing you do is going to stop is from advancing to the finals of this tournament and stamping our ticket into Pain For Pride.
And well… we all know how this will end.”
There is a very serious demeanor with Bethany as she is not playing around here. She knows what is at stake and now a bitter rival is next on the docket in Bronson Daniels. She takes a moment to speak on him but instead continues and doesn’t skip a beat as this time she sits up and points at the camera.
“Let’s leave tragedy out of this and have a woman to woman talk, ARIA.
Just because I said that we both know how it ends doesn’t mean I’m overlooking or dismissing you. In fact, it’s the opposite, as the most dangerous version of ARIA isn’t the one chasing expectations, it’s the one with nothing left to lose and so tired of being “almost”, or the feel-good story that never quite reaches the finish line.
That version of you, ARIA? I can respect it.
We both know, because I have been there. I know what it’s like to stand on that edge, feeling like you are one moment away from everything finally clicking into place and then it doesn’t. Having to sit there and ask yourself if it’s ever going to happen at all. That doubt and pressure? The weight which follows? It either breaks your fucking soul, or it sharpens into something far more competitive. So, if you come into this match with that mindset, swinging like this is your last chance, stand, moment to finally break through then good.
I want that.
Because I don’t want excuses or a bunch of “what ifs”. Nope don’t need to hear that bullshit about how close you were again. I want the best version of ARIA standing across from me.
And even then?
It won’t be enough.
Not because you are not talented or don’t deserve it, but because right now, at this moment, you’re standing in the way of two people who refuse to let this opportunity slip through their fingers.
Now for Bronson.
I listened to every word, apology, reflection, attempt to sound like the bigger person in the room. I’m going to give the courtesy that I believe you think is deserved, by responding honestly, because yes, you are right about one thing, sir.
The present does not erase the past.
But here’s where your entire speech falls apart. See Bronson, you don’t get to stand there and teach me that lesson like you weren’t one of the biggest reasons I had to learn it in the first place. I’m sorry man, here I am hearing you speak about accountability, growth, and perspective, while conveniently glossing over who you were when it came to me.
Because I remember my second season in the EAW and Showdown 2020. There was Bronson Daniels standing there alongside Jake Smith, the 420’s if I recall, treating me like I was nothing more than a whore, something to play with and use, then discard for a cheap laugh for twelve dollars like I didn’t have value beyond that. I remember the disrespect, manipulation, yet most importantly?
I remember the damage.
You want to talk about karma, Bronson, or what was it, oh right, actions having consequences? Let’s talk about the time you injected me with Succinylcholine in that match against Jack Ripley and how you didn’t just want me to lose that match, but wanted to end me.
Because that’s what it was, not thwarting my climb to the top or even about competition, it was an attempt to possibly destroy my career and NOW want to stand there years later, talking about morality, balance, and becoming better?
Really?
No Bronson, no.
If we ARE going to have this conversation, then we ARE going to have it all the way.
Listen very closely, for this isn’t just about what you did back then. It’s about what you kept trying to do after. Territorial Invasion 2023 didn’t go your way and screamed bloody murder saying I needed Sheridan’s help to beat you but are real quick to never point out how Constance Blevins helped you beat me in 2021.
How about Two Falls of Terror this season at Territorial Invasion AGAIN. Every single time we’ve crossed paths since, you’ve had the same goal, put me down, take me out, make me a non-factor. Guess what Bronson, every single time?
You failed.
Make it sound whichever way you want. You can talk about asterisks, circumstances, variables, yet the result doesn’t change.
I survived and you didn’t beat me.
NOT then… NOT since…. NOT now.
So, forgive me if I don’t buy into this version of Bronson Daniels who suddenly wants to stand on a moral high ground and talk about “atonement”. For if we’re being honest; it sounds less like growth and more like revision. Now, here’s where I am different from the person you used to know. I am not standing here screaming about revenge, nor here to tear you down just for the sake of it. Because despite everything I’ve been through then now, and even present day?
I did grow and change.
Please though do not confuse that with forgetting. Never have any of it. I have not forgotten what you tried to take from me or the many times you’ve come up short when it mattered most. So, when you talk about my arrogance, ego, and past mistakes?
Fine. I’ll own that, never took issue with this. I may be a perfectionist but never pretended to be perfect. At least I’ve never hidden behind some polished narrative pretending the Good Doctor is something I’m not. There is one thing that you did say Bronson that stuck with me, that I need to find peace with myself?
Bronson, here’s the crazy part, I already have.
That’s why I’m still here, keep getting back up and still winning. This is why, no matter how many times you try to rewrite the story between us it always ends the same way. With me standing, this will be no different, while explaining why you didn’t.
Now, let’s bring this back to the present at Tag Team Turmoil. Bronson, you and ARIA did your thing and got your win.
Good.
So, did we, TLA and I? We’re not friends, not even close, and yet what we are is effective, everyone saw it last week. Because unlike these speeches, we didn’t need to talk about it, instead just went out there and did it. Go ahead and keep questioning whether this team works.
Here’s the truth you’re going to have to accept, Bronson, this isn’t 2020 Showdown and this damn sure isn’t a version of me you can manipulate, outplay, or destroy. This is a version of Dr. Bethany Blue that knows exactly who Bronson Daniels is and exactly how to beat you.
AGAIN.
Like I told ARIA, bring everything you have from the “growth”, “perspective”, and this “new Bronson Daniels. For I will be right there to remind you that some things don’t change.
And one of those “things”? Is me getting the better of you.”
Bethany just sits back, knowing that her tragedy is still fresh in the back of her mind, yet stopping for a moment and reminding herself to say one more thing as she glares into the camera.
"Adam Lucas…
Congratulations on your Hall of Fame Induction.
You earned and deserved it. I wi… I can’t…. I just fucking can’t.”
Bethany again starts to get emotional and instead just gets up and turns the camera off.
FADE TO BLACK
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