Post by Brooklyn on Jan 14, 2024 23:46:17 GMT
The arena was absolutely buzzing with anticipation as Brooklyn stood, eyes glued to the monitor backstage, watching the Queen’s Gambit match unfold on the monitor. The air was charged with the moment's intensity, the fans on their feet watching the battle unfold in, and around, the ring.
Her sister, April, was in the midst of the chaotic fray, fighting for all her worth. The sound of the crowd's roars and the echoing collisions of bodies reverberated through the arena. Brooklyn's eyes were fixed on the screen, a mix of concern and pride etched across her face. The Queen's Gambit match had been a tumultuous journey, a chessboard of alliances and betrayals, and April had navigated its treacherous terrain with resilience. Ladders were strewn about the ringside area, no woman seemingly standing out as the one who would grab that briefcase contract for an opportunity to call her shot at the World Title.
As the match continued, the arena plunged into a deafening crescendo. The camera focused on the French announce table, and Charlotte Shimizu, a formidable force thus far in the match, stood poised high atop on the a ladder. The crowd erupted in anticipation, sensing the impending spectacle. Brooklyn's gaze sharpened, her instincts sensing a shift in the narrative.
In a heartbeat, Charlotte soared through the air, executing a flawless frog splash that connected with April, driving her through the announce table. The impact echoed through the arena, a visceral collision of bodies and shattered wood. The crowd gasped, caught in a collective breath, before erupting into a cacophony of cheers and shock.
Brooklyn's heart skipped a beat as she witnessed her sister's body crumple amidst the wreckage. The monitor couldn't capture the full brutality of the moment, but Brooklyn could feel it in her bones. April, battered and broken, lay amidst the ruins of the announce table, a fallen warrior.
Brooklyn turned away from the monitor as the seconds stretched into an agonizing eternity as, finally, the ring bell sounded, bringing the match to an end. The end result of the match didn’t matter as Brooklyn, fueled by a potent blend of concern and rage, stormed toward the curtain. The backstage area awaited, and she needed to be there when April stumbled through, battered and bruised from the front lines.
As the competitors pushed their way through the curtain, the atmosphere was tense, an electric charge of anticipation lingering in the air. The medical team stood ready, prepared for the aftermath of the brutal match. Brooklyn's eyes scanned the chaos, searching for any sign of her sister's arrival.
And then, amidst the clamor and chaos, April emerged, her figure a testament to the toll of battle. The crowd's cheers and jeers continued to resonate through the arena, but in the stark silence of the backstage area, Brooklyn's fury burned like an unquenchable flame.
April's face was a canvas of pain, bruises, and contusions painting a grim masterpiece. Her movements were labored, every step a testament to the physical toll exacted by the match. The medical team rushed to her side, but Brooklyn intercepted them, a storm brewing in her eyes.
Lividly, she growled at the nearest medic, “Get away. She's my sister.”
The medical team hesitated, glancing between the enraged champion and the battered contender. April, though worn and wounded, shot Brooklyn a defiant glance, a silent plea for restraint. The medical team reluctantly stepped back, allowing Brooklyn to take the lead.
The backstage area became an arena of its own, a battleground where the fallout of the Queen's Gambit continued to unfold. Brooklyn's words were a storm, laced with thunder and lightning.
“What the hell were you thinking, April? Letting Charlotte do that to you? Do you even realize the risk you took?”
April grimaced, “Cute that you think I ‘let’ her do that. It wasn’t exactly my plan to go through the table. It was... it was the only way to end it, Brooklyn. To make sure we—"
Brooklyn cut her off, “End it? End it how? At the cost of your well-being? I don't give a damn about who wins the Queen's Gambit if it means you end up like this."
The anger in Brooklyn's voice was a force of nature, a tempest raging against the choices that had led to her sister's battered state. April, despite the pain etched on her face, met Brooklyn's gaze with unyielding determination.
Defiantly, April continued. “The plan was to get Charlotte out of the way and then figure out how to get that briefcase before the other two knew what happened. Had to be done, Brooklyn. For us, for The Murder. I knew the risks, things just missed the mark I suppose.”
Brooklyn's hands clenched into fists, her jaw tightening as the conflicting emotions within her waged their own battle. Their bond was unbreakable, a thread woven through the tapestry of their lives. But in that moment, Brooklyn grappled with thought of strangling her older sister.
“April, I get it” she said, softening, “But you're not just a piece on a chessboard. You're my sister. I can't stand by and watch you sacrifice yourself like this. Especially not for this title”
April, despite the pain etched on her features, managed a faint smile.
I knew you'd be mad,” she whispered, “But I had to do it.”
As the medical team resumed their efforts to tend to April's injuries, Brooklyn's gaze remained fixed on her sister. The Queen's Gambit had reached its conclusion, leaving in its wake a champion out for blood, a sister battered but unbroken, and no clear victor.
The medical staff continued to carefully tend to April's injuries, their hushed murmurs blending with the ambient sounds of the backstage chaos. Brooklyn, her gaze lingering on her sister for a moment longer, issued a silent directive to Astrid, who had quietly appeared only moments before.
Brooklyn was keen on keeping her voice low as she looked to Astrid. “Keep an eye on her. Make sure she's okay.”
Astrid nodded solemnly, as Brooklyn, fueled by a blend of concern and anger, stormed away from the medical area. The backstage corridors were a labyrinth, a maze of steel and concrete that echoed with the remnants of the Queen's Gambit. Her destination was clear—Jess Fowler's makeshift office.
As she pushed open the door to Jess's office, the atmosphere shifted. The air hung heavy with tension, and the dim lighting cast shadows that danced on the walls. Jess Fowler, in all his enigmatic glory, sat behind his desk.
abrasively, Brooklyn greeted him simply with, “Fowler!”
Jess looked up, his gaze meeting Brooklyn's stormy eyes. There was a moment of silence, an unspoken acknowledgment that the events of the Queen's Gambit had left scars on more than just the bodies of its participants.
Jess met Brooklyn’s anger with calmness. “Brooklyn. I trust April is in good hands?”
“Cut the crap, Fowler. I need to talk to you about Charlotte Shimizu.”
Brooklyn's tone was a blade, sharp and unyielding. Jess, accustomed to the volatile nature the personalities of IWF, leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“Why, Brooklyn? Charlotte did what she believed was necessary. A calculated move in the Queen's Gambit.”
“Necessary?” she asked furiously, “Putting my sister through a table like that? This has gone too far, Fowler.”
Jess folded his hands on the desk, his demeanor unwavering.
“The Queen's Gambit demands sacrifice. You, of all people, should understand that.”
Brooklyn slammed her fists on the desk, the echo of the impact resonating through the confined space.
“Sacrifice? This goes beyond a damn game. You don't mess with my family.”
Jess leaned forward, meeting Brooklyn's gaze with an intensity that mirrored her own.
“The Queen's Gambit is just that, Brooklyn; a game of consequences. And now, you have choices to make.”
“What I want is Charlotte Shimizu in the ring. Now.”
Jess leaned back again, a contemplative expression on his face.
“You have a title match later tonight against Jennie Fenix. Your focus should be on that.”
"Fenix? I don’t care about Fenix right now, Jess - I’ve grown bored with Jennie. It doesn't matter who wins that match, Fowler. Either way, though, I'm walking away with the title."
Jess raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
“Bold statement. Care to elaborate?”
Brooklyn's lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes holding a mysterious glint.
“Let's just say fate has a way of shifting the pieces on the board.”
Jess, though seasoned in the art of mind games, found himself momentarily puzzled by Brooklyn's enigmatic comment. Before he could press further, Brooklyn refocused on her initial demand.
“After Diamonds Are Forever, Fowler, I better see Charlotte Shimizu in that damn ring. Otherwise, I’ll give her the beating I’ve lined up backstage where it’ll be on your head.”
Without waiting for a response, Brooklyn stormed out of Jess's office, leaving him to ponder the just what Ms. Brooklyn had up her sleeve.
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The camera opens to the cold gaze of Brooklyn Madrox, a storm brewing behind her eyes. The events of the Diamonds Are Forever, specifically the Queen's Gambit, still lingered in the air, and Brooklyn was ready to address the chaos that had unfolded.
“Congratulations, Charlotte. It was a bold strategy on your part - putting my sister through an announce table like that. I don’t know if you intended to do it, but you’ve certainly got my attention.”
Brooklyn's tone was razor-sharp, each word carrying the weight of her anger.
Smirking, she begins. “For whatever reason Charlotte, you decided to go into business for yourself. I don’t get it, Char … out of all the girls in that match you go and decide that you’re going to pick a fight with the one that was a member of the Murder? The one whose little sister is the reigning World Champion?”
Brooklyn snickers, “Well, you played your hand and now I’m going to play mine. I've got a little something waiting for you this week, girl – a table match. How fitting, right? You and I, face to face, surrounded by unforgiving wood. But let me make something crystal clear, Shimizu – all this isn't just about winning a match; it's about payback.
April is family. You crossed a line, and now you're going serve as a reminder to every other woman in the back about what happens when you touch my family. I'm not just going to put you through a table; I'm going to make damn sure you feel every inch of it. There won't be any room for remorse when I'm done with you.”
A sinister smile played on Brooklyn's lips as she shifted her focus to the unexpected addition to the match.
“Oh, yeah … Dawn, I almost didn’t see you there. Yay, management finally listened, didn't they? I've been calling for fresh faces, and now it seems they're throwing you into the lion's den. Doesn’t seem fair, does it? You’ve been stutter-stepping your way through match after match and now look at you. Added to a match that you not only don’t belong in - but are little more than an afterthought. You're stepping into a war zone, Dawn, and if you're smart, you'll stay out of my way and let Charlotte be the only one I put through a table.”
The camera captured the intensity in Brooklyn's eyes, a warning for anyone who dared to cross her path.
”Shimizu, Warren, it honestly doesn't matter who stands across from me. I've been calling for new challenges, and now that they've arrived, I'm not holding back. Charlotte, your fate is sealed, but Dawn, you better think twice before getting caught in the crossfire.”
Brooklyn's final words hung in the air like a threat, a promise of brutality in the upcoming triple-threat table match. The Queen's Gambit might have set the stage, but Brooklyn Madrox was ready to take center stage and leave a trail of wreckage in her wake.
Her sister, April, was in the midst of the chaotic fray, fighting for all her worth. The sound of the crowd's roars and the echoing collisions of bodies reverberated through the arena. Brooklyn's eyes were fixed on the screen, a mix of concern and pride etched across her face. The Queen's Gambit match had been a tumultuous journey, a chessboard of alliances and betrayals, and April had navigated its treacherous terrain with resilience. Ladders were strewn about the ringside area, no woman seemingly standing out as the one who would grab that briefcase contract for an opportunity to call her shot at the World Title.
As the match continued, the arena plunged into a deafening crescendo. The camera focused on the French announce table, and Charlotte Shimizu, a formidable force thus far in the match, stood poised high atop on the a ladder. The crowd erupted in anticipation, sensing the impending spectacle. Brooklyn's gaze sharpened, her instincts sensing a shift in the narrative.
In a heartbeat, Charlotte soared through the air, executing a flawless frog splash that connected with April, driving her through the announce table. The impact echoed through the arena, a visceral collision of bodies and shattered wood. The crowd gasped, caught in a collective breath, before erupting into a cacophony of cheers and shock.
Brooklyn's heart skipped a beat as she witnessed her sister's body crumple amidst the wreckage. The monitor couldn't capture the full brutality of the moment, but Brooklyn could feel it in her bones. April, battered and broken, lay amidst the ruins of the announce table, a fallen warrior.
Brooklyn turned away from the monitor as the seconds stretched into an agonizing eternity as, finally, the ring bell sounded, bringing the match to an end. The end result of the match didn’t matter as Brooklyn, fueled by a potent blend of concern and rage, stormed toward the curtain. The backstage area awaited, and she needed to be there when April stumbled through, battered and bruised from the front lines.
As the competitors pushed their way through the curtain, the atmosphere was tense, an electric charge of anticipation lingering in the air. The medical team stood ready, prepared for the aftermath of the brutal match. Brooklyn's eyes scanned the chaos, searching for any sign of her sister's arrival.
And then, amidst the clamor and chaos, April emerged, her figure a testament to the toll of battle. The crowd's cheers and jeers continued to resonate through the arena, but in the stark silence of the backstage area, Brooklyn's fury burned like an unquenchable flame.
April's face was a canvas of pain, bruises, and contusions painting a grim masterpiece. Her movements were labored, every step a testament to the physical toll exacted by the match. The medical team rushed to her side, but Brooklyn intercepted them, a storm brewing in her eyes.
Lividly, she growled at the nearest medic, “Get away. She's my sister.”
The medical team hesitated, glancing between the enraged champion and the battered contender. April, though worn and wounded, shot Brooklyn a defiant glance, a silent plea for restraint. The medical team reluctantly stepped back, allowing Brooklyn to take the lead.
The backstage area became an arena of its own, a battleground where the fallout of the Queen's Gambit continued to unfold. Brooklyn's words were a storm, laced with thunder and lightning.
“What the hell were you thinking, April? Letting Charlotte do that to you? Do you even realize the risk you took?”
April grimaced, “Cute that you think I ‘let’ her do that. It wasn’t exactly my plan to go through the table. It was... it was the only way to end it, Brooklyn. To make sure we—"
Brooklyn cut her off, “End it? End it how? At the cost of your well-being? I don't give a damn about who wins the Queen's Gambit if it means you end up like this."
The anger in Brooklyn's voice was a force of nature, a tempest raging against the choices that had led to her sister's battered state. April, despite the pain etched on her face, met Brooklyn's gaze with unyielding determination.
Defiantly, April continued. “The plan was to get Charlotte out of the way and then figure out how to get that briefcase before the other two knew what happened. Had to be done, Brooklyn. For us, for The Murder. I knew the risks, things just missed the mark I suppose.”
Brooklyn's hands clenched into fists, her jaw tightening as the conflicting emotions within her waged their own battle. Their bond was unbreakable, a thread woven through the tapestry of their lives. But in that moment, Brooklyn grappled with thought of strangling her older sister.
“April, I get it” she said, softening, “But you're not just a piece on a chessboard. You're my sister. I can't stand by and watch you sacrifice yourself like this. Especially not for this title”
April, despite the pain etched on her features, managed a faint smile.
I knew you'd be mad,” she whispered, “But I had to do it.”
As the medical team resumed their efforts to tend to April's injuries, Brooklyn's gaze remained fixed on her sister. The Queen's Gambit had reached its conclusion, leaving in its wake a champion out for blood, a sister battered but unbroken, and no clear victor.
The medical staff continued to carefully tend to April's injuries, their hushed murmurs blending with the ambient sounds of the backstage chaos. Brooklyn, her gaze lingering on her sister for a moment longer, issued a silent directive to Astrid, who had quietly appeared only moments before.
Brooklyn was keen on keeping her voice low as she looked to Astrid. “Keep an eye on her. Make sure she's okay.”
Astrid nodded solemnly, as Brooklyn, fueled by a blend of concern and anger, stormed away from the medical area. The backstage corridors were a labyrinth, a maze of steel and concrete that echoed with the remnants of the Queen's Gambit. Her destination was clear—Jess Fowler's makeshift office.
As she pushed open the door to Jess's office, the atmosphere shifted. The air hung heavy with tension, and the dim lighting cast shadows that danced on the walls. Jess Fowler, in all his enigmatic glory, sat behind his desk.
abrasively, Brooklyn greeted him simply with, “Fowler!”
Jess looked up, his gaze meeting Brooklyn's stormy eyes. There was a moment of silence, an unspoken acknowledgment that the events of the Queen's Gambit had left scars on more than just the bodies of its participants.
Jess met Brooklyn’s anger with calmness. “Brooklyn. I trust April is in good hands?”
“Cut the crap, Fowler. I need to talk to you about Charlotte Shimizu.”
Brooklyn's tone was a blade, sharp and unyielding. Jess, accustomed to the volatile nature the personalities of IWF, leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“Why, Brooklyn? Charlotte did what she believed was necessary. A calculated move in the Queen's Gambit.”
“Necessary?” she asked furiously, “Putting my sister through a table like that? This has gone too far, Fowler.”
Jess folded his hands on the desk, his demeanor unwavering.
“The Queen's Gambit demands sacrifice. You, of all people, should understand that.”
Brooklyn slammed her fists on the desk, the echo of the impact resonating through the confined space.
“Sacrifice? This goes beyond a damn game. You don't mess with my family.”
Jess leaned forward, meeting Brooklyn's gaze with an intensity that mirrored her own.
“The Queen's Gambit is just that, Brooklyn; a game of consequences. And now, you have choices to make.”
“What I want is Charlotte Shimizu in the ring. Now.”
Jess leaned back again, a contemplative expression on his face.
“You have a title match later tonight against Jennie Fenix. Your focus should be on that.”
"Fenix? I don’t care about Fenix right now, Jess - I’ve grown bored with Jennie. It doesn't matter who wins that match, Fowler. Either way, though, I'm walking away with the title."
Jess raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
“Bold statement. Care to elaborate?”
Brooklyn's lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes holding a mysterious glint.
“Let's just say fate has a way of shifting the pieces on the board.”
Jess, though seasoned in the art of mind games, found himself momentarily puzzled by Brooklyn's enigmatic comment. Before he could press further, Brooklyn refocused on her initial demand.
“After Diamonds Are Forever, Fowler, I better see Charlotte Shimizu in that damn ring. Otherwise, I’ll give her the beating I’ve lined up backstage where it’ll be on your head.”
Without waiting for a response, Brooklyn stormed out of Jess's office, leaving him to ponder the just what Ms. Brooklyn had up her sleeve.
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The camera opens to the cold gaze of Brooklyn Madrox, a storm brewing behind her eyes. The events of the Diamonds Are Forever, specifically the Queen's Gambit, still lingered in the air, and Brooklyn was ready to address the chaos that had unfolded.
“Congratulations, Charlotte. It was a bold strategy on your part - putting my sister through an announce table like that. I don’t know if you intended to do it, but you’ve certainly got my attention.”
Brooklyn's tone was razor-sharp, each word carrying the weight of her anger.
Smirking, she begins. “For whatever reason Charlotte, you decided to go into business for yourself. I don’t get it, Char … out of all the girls in that match you go and decide that you’re going to pick a fight with the one that was a member of the Murder? The one whose little sister is the reigning World Champion?”
Brooklyn snickers, “Well, you played your hand and now I’m going to play mine. I've got a little something waiting for you this week, girl – a table match. How fitting, right? You and I, face to face, surrounded by unforgiving wood. But let me make something crystal clear, Shimizu – all this isn't just about winning a match; it's about payback.
April is family. You crossed a line, and now you're going serve as a reminder to every other woman in the back about what happens when you touch my family. I'm not just going to put you through a table; I'm going to make damn sure you feel every inch of it. There won't be any room for remorse when I'm done with you.”
A sinister smile played on Brooklyn's lips as she shifted her focus to the unexpected addition to the match.
“Oh, yeah … Dawn, I almost didn’t see you there. Yay, management finally listened, didn't they? I've been calling for fresh faces, and now it seems they're throwing you into the lion's den. Doesn’t seem fair, does it? You’ve been stutter-stepping your way through match after match and now look at you. Added to a match that you not only don’t belong in - but are little more than an afterthought. You're stepping into a war zone, Dawn, and if you're smart, you'll stay out of my way and let Charlotte be the only one I put through a table.”
The camera captured the intensity in Brooklyn's eyes, a warning for anyone who dared to cross her path.
”Shimizu, Warren, it honestly doesn't matter who stands across from me. I've been calling for new challenges, and now that they've arrived, I'm not holding back. Charlotte, your fate is sealed, but Dawn, you better think twice before getting caught in the crossfire.”
Brooklyn's final words hung in the air like a threat, a promise of brutality in the upcoming triple-threat table match. The Queen's Gambit might have set the stage, but Brooklyn Madrox was ready to take center stage and leave a trail of wreckage in her wake.
Well howdy there pardner.