#TWCBLTS : — an independent roleplay adaptation of BECKY LYNCH from the world of professional wrestling, ripped violently and shamelessly from the corporate fed canon and written as a bullet club based original character for AEW and NJPW. strictly kayfabe compliant. wrestled by sam since may 2022.

" — is it mistakes or misguided, malalligned choices? " she challenged, but quickly waves it away with a motion of hand like it's meant to disregarded as something rhetorical, but still something for him to gnaw at like a chewtoy. shifting of weight upon nimble feet, stepping even closer. she sure is bold isn't she? " let's just say that ain't somet' ing y'are gonna 'ave t' worry y'er pretty little head about with me. " it says everything without saying much, a particular kind of weight there, looming and imminent. heavy, latent in the air. lips purse outward, thumb tapping chin for a brief flicker of time before ultimately wagging her index finger towards him. quid pro quo, indeed. and oh, how the pot of their negotiations could cause a massive toothache.

"call it what you want." he observed, dark, unimpressed eyebrow raised on his forehead. "misguided, malalligned choices are still mistakes done out of either ignorance or selfishness and I do not condone either of those things." there was no need for him to hide an inch of his arrogance. everyone knew he was short-tempered and power-hungry. "we keep no secrets. with the dogs, problems get sorted the old way. none of us has any time for holding grudges with each other. you might get to learn that too, one day, just don't try to be smarter than them and especially, than me." his voice was lowered and soft, appearing gentle and charming even when his words were another clear warning, a code of conduct he expected.

"how about you surprise me?" he wondered, tapping his index finger on his own chin. "a grand gesture of some sort, done in the ring and in front of cameras, uhm? just so everyone is aware." he then offered a truly amused smile, though despite that he shook his head. "careful now. my boys may be wearing leashes, but don't get ideas in that head of yours: I hold them. they run for me. and I sure do not wear one." he dared to look at her neck. "you, though, would look pretty in a collar. consider that too, becky. if you join me, I'll own you."

" . . . surprise ya, ey? " consider her interest piqued! brows rise with an all too eager excitement. while she might not be officially a part of the dogs yet, lynch sure played the part of perky pup well. hazels flicker downward, breaking eye contact to watch with enraptured focus as his digit rapped upon chin in contemplation. oh, how his continued words sweeten the proverbial pot! not only would becky be afforded the ability to have some creative freedoms, she'd be allowed the liberty to do it on the stage that was the squared circle. this gives mind's teeth something to gnaw at, a cerebral chewtoy of sorts. " — somet' in' f'r the whole world t' see? i t' ink that can be arranged... "

" — ah, i see ... " she replies with a mischievous smirk, like she didn't already know that going in. of course, david held the boys' leads, and furthermore, as the head of the faction, he certainly didn't have one wrapped around his perfectly pretty throat. " y'are the one who is in control, after all ... " said as more of a statement than a question, and with a positively adorable crinkle of nose. but that playful nature morphs into a sudden stunned expression. gaze widens as face becomes hot and flushed the minute those piercing blues are upon her neck.

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