A nice simple finale... right? (Invite)

[Cosette Grace]

You don't think I look ridiculous do you?

It was the end of the season and the biggest show she'd be participating in this year so naturally Cosette's mind turned to elaborate costumes and props. She'd just spent over an hour getting everything set and now she was inspecting the finished product. Twirling around as one of the costume people looked on approvingly.




Amazon battle armor and greatsword. It didn't seem that far-fetched after what she'd put herself through since joining and this would be a perfect crowning moment. Now on to the show...

Her theme played as Cosette marched out looking powerful, brandishing and all the usual super intense warrior things she liked to do now before setting the sword in the corner of the ring. She pulls a microphone out of the sash and begins after feeding off the energy in the arena.

GCW, I just wanted to thank you all for accepting me and letting me show you what I'm made of. I've enjoyed the journey with you all but tonight I've come to give you one final confrontation. One final battle for you to remember me by before the next year. If you know me you know that there are things I'd like to have closure on but tonight I'll put that aside and take on any challenger. So...

[Addison Grey]

"I'm sorry, I'm most terribly sorry, but...massive swords in a wrestling ring? Don't all you terrible parents know that your kids are watching?" The voice came from the crowd, and after a moment of the camera juggling around the arena, trying to find the outspoken person, it settles upon a small-framed woman, wearing purple plaid skirt, and a black tank-top. Microphone in hand, she began walking towards the ring steps. "Seriously, everyone under the age of twenty, are the youth of our nation! Teaching them such...vulgar displays of violence will only corrupt their poor, innocent minds. As a mother of one, I believe my stature concerning this matter should be of the utmost importance, and I'm sorry miss, but I'm afraid for the sake of my child, and everyone else's, I'm going to have too...confiscate that weapon." Not looking threatened at all, she stood face-to-face with Cosette, and crossed her arms. "Now, if you'll please." She then extended her free hand, asking for it.

[Cosette Grace]

Addi-- Mother!

Overjoyed was probably the word for the look on Cosette's face. If it weren't so tense she'd have probably hugged her right there.

You're alright.I can't believe you're back. We have so much catching up to do, it seems like so much happened. Come on, forget about the sword it's not important. Let's go have a chat.

[Addison Grey]

Raising an eyebrow, Addison continues to hold her out hand, using the other to bring the microphone back up to her lips. "I'm sorry? I don't know what's...up, but I'm afraid I'm not your mother. My little Cosette knows better then to bring a dangerous object into a public place, especially one of that caliber. In fact, if you wish to wave hello, she's in the crowd." The camera zooms to where Addison was sitting previously, and sure enough, someone who could have been the splitting image of the Cosette Grace, was sitting right next to the empty seat, waving menacingly, with a smirk on her face. "So, please, such pity stories will not distract me from that catastrophe just waiting to happen. So you best hand it over, before I contact the authorities." She then paused, "You wouldn't want to deny a mother."

[Cosette Grace]

What the bloody hell?

“Just what we need another character in this drama.”

That's not Cosette. I'm Cosette. She's... well I don't know who she is. I know she'll tell you she's me but she's not. Clearly. Don't you remember me?

And for that matter if you're not my mother what right do you have to come into this ring and demand this massive prop. What right I ask you?

[Addison Grey]

"What right? What right?! It's every mother's right to shield their child from the insurmountable violence caused by such a gigantic sword! You could slice someone's head off with that thing! Create memories that will take a lifetime to fully forget." Addison looked furious over real-Cosette's defiance. Suddenly, a new voice entered the fray.

"My mother is correct." Now jumping over the barricade, with the utmost of ease, "Cosette" was now making her way into the ring. "As much as I enjoy the sport of wrestling entertainment, I would just hate to see someone's head get sliced off. Just imagine the bloody mess it'll make." Rolling herself inside the ring, she stood, matching real-Cosette's height, arms crossed, looking as confident as can be. "I mean, God, this is the reason my mother and I decided to quit the sport in the first place. Such violence was only doing harm to me, making me do things that...I considered to be regretful. Just the memories are making me tear up." Crocodile tears began rolling down her cheeks as Addison hastily scurried to wipe them off with a handkerchief.

"There, there honey. Everything will be okay, remember, you told me in the car that you were ready to face this entire environment again. It was your idea to purchase the tickets, you wanted to see the world just one last time." She then darted her attention back towards real-Cosette, "Look, just the sword alone is making my daughter feel uncomfortable! You're a monster! A MONSTER."

As Addison was looking in real-Cosette direction, the impostor passed an evil smirk towards her. A look just screaming, "I fooled her better then you ever did, or ever will."

[Cosette Grace]

Monster? You're the one who's gotten all tarted up trying to be me for whatever nefarious purpose you have in mind. You're the one preying on someone who doesn't know any better. This is horrible I mean how can you do this. You don't look anything like me.

She did.

And she's not even English!

Am I the only one who hears that? Wales, Cornwall, Liverpool, even a touch of Michael Caine God it's like she picked up her accent from television.

'at's not true. This is completely authentic.

There was that evil smile again. It was good enough for an American vacationing in London for a few months who had decided to affect an accent, which was the whole story to begin with. Looks like she'd won another round.

See, right there what she did on the voiceless “th” in the beginning and then on the second one she...

Damn.

Look, there has to be some way we can prove this. Old videos, photos, speech analysis... or you could just ask me something only the real Cosette would know. Then maybe she'll tell us why she's persisting in this charade.

[Addison Grey]

"Miss, I think I would recognize my own daughter, what you're suggesting is completely absurd!" Stuffing the handkerchief back to...where it came from, she crossed her arms once more, "If you insist on keeping up this charade, just so you can keep your sword, then I'm afraid that I'll just have to contact the author-"


As Addison was getting a cellphone, she was interrupted by the impostor, "Mother, you shouldn't need to do that! Public service is awfully slow these days, and such a call would only hinder your efforts to achieving your goal! Wouldn't think it'd be best to perhaps...engage in this...forcefully?" Taking the cell phone away from Addison, she tossed it over her shoulder, "I mean, look at her. She's trying to deceive you! Making up lies that are utterly ridiculous."

Addison, however, was focused on how her daughter just carelessly broke her cell phone. "Cosette! What in the world?!"

Quickly catching on her to mistake, "It wasn't me, it was HER! SHE USED HER TELEKINESIS, because Mother, all warriors possess some kind of special ability, to TOSS it out my grasp!"

Addison looked at real-Cosette once more, a look of anger in her eyes, "So, now we're giving children the so-called 'miracle' of Harry Potter? You must be some type of devil-woman!" She then pointed at real-Cosette, very determinedly.

[Cosette Grace]

She lets out a hearty laugh.

You really think I'd waste the effort on that?

It's not like your authorities could do anything to stop me if I so choose.

So you won't listen to reason will you? Good, I'm not feeling particularly reasonable any more.

With a quick movement Cosette grabs her sword with one hand and turns it on herself. Well the other herself.

If it's a monster you want it's a monster you'll get. Perhaps it's fighting in the best interest of someone I love that does it to me. Either we end this now and this fake tells you exactly what angle she's working or when I'm done she won't resemble me in the slightest.

[Addison Grey]

"You're not going to hurt my daughter!" Addison puts herself in front of the point of the blade, making sure that if Cosette were to pierce...Cosette, then she was going to have to literally go through herself first. As oddly as that sentenced sounded, Addison had a look of determination on her face. "I will do anything to protect my daughter, even if it costs my life."

The impostor had her arms crossed as she continued to give real-Cosette a cold stare. She would get her revenge on her nemesis, one way or another, and the sacrifice of one of real-Cosette's closest friends was just ever the most sweetest. Everything was going so perfectly, the plan, the note from just a month or so ago, all Addison had to do was lose, get beaten to a bloody pulp, thereby having real-Cosette do something so regretful, that she could do nothing, but finally retire from competitive fighting. Yes, yes, yes! Impostor was doing her best to hide her triumphant laughter.

"I will save all these children from the likes of you, your magic, and your terrible lies!"

[Cosette Grace]

Fine.

She drops the sword back on the mat. Good thing Addison did that. She wouldn't have gotten far with a replica blade.

If that's what I have to do then so be it.I'll take care of you long enough to get to the bottom of this and then we'll see who the real magician is. I'll do whatever you want to get past you and to her so state your terms.

[Addison Grey]

"HELL IN A CELL." Imposter screams, quickly covering her mouth, and gaining back her composure. "I mean, Mother, a Heck in a Cell a match should suffice, yes?"

Addison turns around to face her daughter, and places her hand on her shoulder. "Are you sure Cosette? It wouldn't be too violent for you?"

"Oh,of course not, it's like cell matches are bloody violent. They're the perfect balance of everything that makes professional wrestling exquisite, yet grunge-y." Her eyes shift to the left as she wonders if that made any sense, but what the hell, it's not like the Addison-character was really listening anyways.

"Then a Heck in a Cell match it is!" She then turns back around, "We shall solve our dilemma in a Heck in a Cell match. However...I assume your armor would give you the distinct advantage, so if you could...please discard it before our match takes place?"

[Cosette Grace]

R-right here?

In front of everyone?

WAIT! Don't lower the cell yet. I'm going to do it backstage. I think I've already “corrupted” everyone enough with my influence. No need to add a striptease on top of it all.

I accept your challenge and I hope you can realize that I'm doing what I'm doing for your good, mother, Addison or whatever the proper address is. Giving of myself for your benefit because I still care for some reason. I just hope she's close by when all this is over so you can hear her beg for mercy.

And so Cosette left to get changed careful not to let her rage die down before the big confrontation. She had to survive Addison ad end this before this woman took further advantage of her.