SHIELD'S PRISONER

Promo 1

They arrived at the SHIELD HQ, a place Becky had visited many times as a friend. But today was different. She was led to the basement, which looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. It was futuristic and sterile, with an ominous air. They chained her up like a prisoner, and she struggled in vain.

"Your life as a wrestler won't change," Roman said, his tone casual. "But from now on, you live with us."

"You can't keep me here forever," Becky snapped. "I'll find a way to get back at you."

Dean laughed. "You can try. But for now, you need rest. You just defended your title against Nia Jax yesterday."

Roman nodded. "And you should be grateful Seth didn't use the SHIELD's special leather belt on you. Otherwise, you'd be begging for mercy."

They pointed to a black leather belt hanging on the wall, and Becky felt a chill run down her spine, though she hid her fear.

Seth grinned. "Yeah, we know how it stings. I once ate a pizza alone and hid it from these guys, and they used that belt on me."

Becky was shocked but also a bit amused by their crazy friendship. "I can't believe you're doing this to me, especially you, Seth. We even won the Mixed Match Challenge Tournament together."

Seth's expression softened slightly. "You're still our friend, Becky. Always will be. But now, you stay with us."

"You're doing wrong!" she shouted, but her voice was quickly muffled as Roman duct-taped her mouth.

"Your mouth needs rest," Roman said, smirking. "We don't want you to lose your voice for your badass promos."

The trio left her alone, and she struggled against her bonds, but exhaustion soon overtook her.

When Becky awoke after few hours, she found herself in a luxurious, futuristic bedroom. She was no longer chained, and the duct tape was gone, but the soreness in her behind remained. She looked around, surprised to see some of her personal things arranged neatly in the room. There was even a photo frame of her and Seth winning the Mixed Match Challenge Tournament, and some soft toys, including alien-themed ones.

Seth entered, carrying a tray of her favorite foods and drinks. "This is your room now," he said, setting the tray down. "We got some of your things from your apartment. You can live here as freely as you did when you visited us, but you can't think of running away or telling anyone about us."