Flames

Taking Over, part 2

On the whole, Becky appreciated a two-night WrestleMania extravaganza. It was easier on the talent and the fans alike, even if it did make the Hall of Fame ceremony seem like a bit of an afterthought; more time to fill meant more opportunities in general, although there still weren't many women's matches. If you were on the first night, though, as she and Seth were, the second night could feel a bit anticlimactic. She wanted to watch Bianca fight Asuka in person, plus Roman's match against Cody; she and Seth both had several interviews and segments lined up as well. In many ways, it was like any other event day, except for the fact that she didn't have to worry about ring gear.

Well, not wrestling gear, she corrected, adjusting her skirt. As Big Time Becks, she had set a rather high bar for herself in terms of fashion and appearance, and she could hardly go back to the simple attire of The Man after King Troi had done so much hard work making her look like a star. She was doing more and more media work now—interviews, appearances, her role as Cyndi Lauper on Young Rock—and she knew she had to represent WWE well. She had just finished wrangling her skirt into place when Seth emerged from their room. Since they were in Los Angeles and had the rare opportuniy to sleep in their own beds, they weren't using the bus today, leaving Roux at home with the nanny. "Not as good as the harness," she declared as she kissed him, "but still beautiful."

"Do I need to get Mikaze to call you?" Seth replied, giving her ass a gentle smack and nudging her towards the door. Roux had had a long day yesterday and had been sleepy and crabby that morning, so they were trying to make a quiet exit. If she saw them all dressed up, she would probably want to go along—and be throwing a fit before they even made it to the arena. "It's a chest cage."

"If he's the one who made it," Becky countered, grabbing her purse, "he can definitely call me, because I'll commission one for you, but in black. No, not black. That's too obvious. White? You know you're gorgeous in white, but it could be too HBK. Maybe red?" She turned to give him a once-over that made him blush. "I think red would work. A nice deep ox-blood red."

Seth's expression was somewhere between wonder and worry. "You've put some thought into this."

"Of course. But maybe not ox-blood. Maybe a shade that would go with the robe. Get a whole ensemble going." They eased the front door shut behind them and quickly dashed to the chauffeured car WWE had sent for them. "Or get the whole ensemble, but in a different colour entirely!" she mused. "So many possibilities!"

"So many possibilities to discuss when we're not in a car with a stranger," Seth corrected, holding the door open for her. Once they were both settled and the driver had pulled back into traffic, he looped an arm around her shoulders. "How many interviews do you have today?"

Becky started counting on her fingers, but lost track quickly. Some were difficult to categorize, since they were with people aligned with WWE but not working with the company; some of them were completely external, like interviews for local news programs to promote WrestleMania and WWE in general. "A lot," she admitted. "I was tempted to curl up with Roux and go back to bed."

"Same. It feels weird not having her along," Seth added. Back when they first started going on the road, Roux hadn't even been a year old, so in many ways she was almost like an extra piece of luggage to take from place to place. Now she was walking and running and suddenly their schedules took a lot more work to make them feasible.

"I know she'll be sad to miss Bianca and Asuka's match," Becky agreed, "but you saw how tired she was this morning. I don't think she'd last long, especially through the interviews."

"Unless we wanted an easy out. Oh, sorry, kid's crying, gotta go." Seth shut his eyes briefly. "Maybe Roman will let us use his bus for emergency naps."