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Post by G on Jul 30, 2020 20:37:08 GMT -5
*At the conclusion of Broken Throne, Chesty Larue finds herself alone in the locker-rooms. Having already showered, she simply doesn't feel it necessary to leave so soon. She's a tad despondent following her loss at the night's show, a bit of her chipperness taken away.*
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Post by scarlett on Aug 7, 2020 0:58:55 GMT -5
"Are You Sure Hank Done It this Way?" by Waylon Jennings would be playing off a jukebox hidden behind some old Hollywood style saloon doors, as we see Jane Adler of Regulators, Inc. looking at her shot glass of bourbon with a bit of a sigh, as she was discouraged with the loss at the fatal-4-way tag match, as she seated at the bar of their base of operations, which they had dubbed the Yellow Rose Saloon. "Calamity" Jane Adler "Wish Sadie would stop beating herself up over the loss..."
She said to herself, sighing, as she looked over her drink.
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Post by scarlett on Aug 19, 2020 0:24:17 GMT -5
Backstage, we see Cayla Phoenix looking over herself with a compact mirror, as she noticed a barely visible scar along the bridge of her nose. It taken place during the plane crash that left her comatose for nearly seven months, as briefly she seen her face decay and tear apart, as her mental state was never truly stable, though, that day made her more frightened than before. She flinched briefly, dropping the compact, as it breaks upon hitting the ground.
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Post by scarlett on Aug 31, 2020 8:11:33 GMT -5
Sadie was a bit disappointed, as the Regulators have been having a bit of a rough stretch with the re-launch of WWR. Having not won a fight since the dark match of the re-launch, Sadie takes a brief walk to try and clear her mind a bit in the event center.
She has an acoustic guitar in hand, as she usually keeps it in the Yellow Rose Saloon. Today, though, she needed a change of scenery. She heads out to the back stoop and looked to pick at the strings a bit. She starts some familiar chords, and sings softly, not knowing if anyone was around.
Sadie Cassidy It's alright There comes a time Got no patience to search for peace of mind...
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Post by Bobbi Jackson on Sept 10, 2020 14:48:12 GMT -5
Bobbi walks the halls of the arena tonight, the calm before the storm. Trying to get her head right for the match she has to endure later on in the evening.
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Post by Bobbi Jackson on Oct 8, 2020 22:06:57 GMT -5
Bobbi storms around the arena backstage, clearly still in a bad mood after her triple threat match earlier on in the evening. Clearly she's just looking for a reason to go off on someone.
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Post by Super Tiger on Jan 30, 2021 2:53:31 GMT -5
Risa Saito-Jackson sat in the empty locker room of the Petersen Events Center, head down, HARDCORE Tiger Mask lying on the bench next to her. She was still in her ring gear, as if she'd sat in this exact spot as soon as she'd come back to the locker room and hadn't moved since.
"I... I don't understand..."
Wet blotches hit the floor as tears fell from her young face. Her left eye was already darkening, and the lower lip on the left side of her face was swollen from where Halo had hit her flush with the Black 13, momentarily knocking her cold. She'd come to right as the referee slapped the mat for the third time, and the ring announcer had declared her eliminated, not even a full ten minutes into the match, and ten minutes was being generous.
"I've been training so hard. I've been eating better. I've been busting my butt in every place I work, and all I seem to do is keep coming up short..."
The tears continue to stream down the young Asian's face. She'd been called a prodigy following her rookie year, managing to capture nearly a half dozen tag titles, a hardcore title, and even a world championship. Now, less than a full month into her sophomore year as a professional wrestler, she'd lost a tag title, and was dangerously close to losing the WWR CHAOS Title. Risa stands up, wiping her face with the back of her arm wear before she begins to untie them, tossing them into her bag. Next come her boots, which are thrown into her locker a bit harder than one would expect. She practically ripped off her knee pads next, screaming wordlessly as she launched them across the room.
"What the FUCK!"
An outburst of anger, rage flashing across her young features as she grabs a trash can, emptied earlier in the evening by the janitor, and launches it across the room into the bank of lockers on the opposite wall. She turns, slamming her fist into the door of her own locker before letting out a yelp, shaking her hand as she grips her wrist and hops in place, muttering under her breath. Tears still stream down her face.
"I'm not the Average Tiger. I'm not the Mediocre Tiger. I'M THE DAMNED SUPER TIGER!!"
She turns, grabbing the black, silver, and gold mask lying on the bench in both hands. She puts her fingers in the eye holes and lets out another shrill scream as she jerks her hands apart, and the fabric of the intricately detailed mask gives way, tearing in her hands. The sight of the handmade piece of gear ripping apart stops her immediately as she looks down at the broken features of the Tiger visage. She drops to her knees, sobbing as she gathers her things, stuffing them into her gear bag. She pulls on a pair of sweats and a hoodie over her ring gear, slipping on a pair of shoes before running out of the room crying.
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Post by Bobbi Jackson on Jan 30, 2021 2:58:39 GMT -5
Tiger runs out of the room crying and runs right into her adopted mother, Bobbi Jackson. The concern on her face is evident as she puts a hand on Risa's shoulder.
"Sweetie? What's wrong? Are you okay?"
The tone in her voice was very motherly. Worried about her dear Risa.
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Post by Super Tiger on Jan 30, 2021 3:02:05 GMT -5
Risa stumbles backwards, only staying on her feet because her adoptive mother has a hand on her shoulder. She looks up at Bobbi, her left eye and bottom lip swollen, tears on her face. Her voice comes out sharp, angry.
"Does it LOOK like I'm okay?"
Her eyes immediately go wide as she puts her hands over her mouth.
"Oh my gosh. Momma I didn't mean that... I'm sorry! Please don't be mad!"
The young girl looks like she's fit to burst into tears again.
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Post by Bobbi Jackson on Jan 30, 2021 3:15:04 GMT -5
"Of course I'm not mad...you're just upset. Come here..."
Bobbi wraps her arms around Risa and hugs her tightly resting her head on her shoulder as she gently strokes her hair.
"Momma is right here...I'm so sorry you're hurting sweetie."
The Phoenix says softly trying to soothe her baby Tiger.
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