Post by Brooklyn on Apr 22, 2024 12:33:05 GMT
After the intensity of the Iron Maiden match, April found herself physically and emotionally drained. The battle had been one of the most grueling of her young career, and with each competitor fighting tooth and nail for the chance to face Jennie Fenix for the World Championship, each gave it her all. As April limped her way backstage, she couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment that washed over her. Despite her best efforts, despite giving it her all, victory had eluded her once again.
As April parted the curtains and stepped through she found herself amidst a chorus of noise. Talent and staff all tending to the various women, each as bruised and battered as the next. Through the noise, through the overwhelming sensations washing over her, she was able to focus in on a singular face amongst the sea of faces. Brooklyn, her sister, standing there waiting for April as she emerged from the arena. April could see the concern etched into her sister’s features. April stood there as Brooklyn rushed forward to meet her sister, enveloping her in a tight hug.
"April, are you okay?" Brooklyn asked, her voice filled with worry.
April leaned into her sister's embrace, feeling a rush of gratitude for Brooklyn's presence and support. "I’m … I'm fine. Just a little disappointed, that's all."
Brooklyn pulled back slightly, studying April's face with a furrowed brow. "You did your best out there. That's all anyone can ask for."
April managed a small smile, touched by Brooklyn's words. "Thanks, but hey, at least we came close, right?"
Brooklyn smiled and nodded. As they made their way to the locker room, April couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat weighing heavily on her shoulders. She had come so close to victory, only to fall short once again. It was a bitter pill to swallow, and April found herself questioning her abilities as a wrestler.
Brooklyn sensed her sister's turmoil and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Hey, listen to me," she said firmly. "I know what’s going on in that head of yours. Knock it off right now. You are one of the most talented wrestlers I know. Don't let one setback define you."
April looked up at her sister, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "But it’s not just one setback, Brook. What if, when push comes to shove, I'm not good enough? They already compare me to you … what if I never reach the top?"
Brooklyn's expression softened, and she pulled April into another hug. "You are more than good enough, April. You may not have the belt to prove it, but you have the heart of a champion, and I know that someday, you'll achieve everything you've ever dreamed of, and then tell those naysayers to shut the f-"
April laughed, her shoulders sagged with relief as she took comfort in her sister's words. As they reached the locker room, April wiped away her tears and mustered up a smile. "Thanks, Brooklyn. I needed to hear that. Maybe after a hot shower, I’ll be able to start believing it too."
Brooklyn returned her sister's smile, her own worries momentarily forgotten. "Anytime you need me to knock some sense back into that head of yours, I'll be here."
Together, they stepped into the locker room. One door closing, but somewhere else another opening. It was the Murder’s job, now, to find that door.
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Brooklyn Madrox stands in the center of a rather nondescript room, her presence commanding attention even as she appears to be alone. Even empty, there is an energy in the room, the blackness surrounding her seemingly buzzing with anticipation, and eagerness to hear what she has to say. Brooklyn’s eyes narrow as a smile dances at her lips.
"Alright, listen up," she begins, her voice ringing out clearly across the space. "I've got a bone to pick with a couple of people, and I’m done caring what Roberto and the rest of his faceless mooks have to say. I’m not holding back ..."
There is an intensity radiating from Brooklyn. Her fingers curl into a fist as she wastes no time in getting to the point, her words sharp and cutting.
"Rini, Natasha, all of this is your fault. Well, technically this is all Charlotte’s fault since she’s the one who has been intent on running her mouth backstage, acting like she’s hot stuff, and trying to stand up against me. Well, let me tell you something – you're not fooling anyone," Brooklyn declares, her tone dripping with disdain.
She paces back and forth in the ring, her gaze never wavering as she continues to address her opponents.
"This all could have been a simple discussion. I ask you some questions, you tell me the truth, everyone goes home to their loved ones.
But no.
Thanks to your dear friend Charlotte, you’ve found yourself in the wolf’s den. I mean,” she scoffs, “Did you think you could come into my house, into my backstage, and disrespect me? Disrespect us? Think again. The Murder … Vivienne and I … we’re not to be trifled with, princess. The pair of us, we've faced off against tougher opponents than you, and we've come out on top every. single. time." Brooklyn asserts, her confidence unwavering.
"So, this so-called 'Team East Wind’ nonsense, that we’ve got going on here … well, let me set the record straight. Girls, You can't hide behind your little group forever. If you've got something to say, say it to our faces," Brooklyn challenges, her voice booming with authority. “If you’ve got nothing to hide then why not come right out and say that instead of beating around the bush and letting Charlotte try and act tough?
Because all she’s done is piss me off since day one. She’s done nothing but talk a big game and now look at what that’s brought about. The Murder versus Team East Wind - and little Charlotte isn’t even going to be there when Vivienne and I tear through you like a hurricane, leaving nothing but destruction in our wake," Brooklyn promises, her words laced with conviction.
"So, Rini, Natasha, consider this your warning. You may think you're ready for what's coming, but trust me – you're not prepared for the storm that's about to hit you. Charlotte wrote the check, but it's your asses that are left to try and cash it. If you want to continue to hamper our investigation, then it’s about time that we officially meet. Ladies, my name is Brooklyn Madrox - I’m the Big Bad Wolf of the Imperial Wrestling Federation, and you two little piggies better answer the door," Brooklyn declares, her voice ringing out with authority as the camera pulls back leaving Brooklyn smiling as darkness envelops her.
As April parted the curtains and stepped through she found herself amidst a chorus of noise. Talent and staff all tending to the various women, each as bruised and battered as the next. Through the noise, through the overwhelming sensations washing over her, she was able to focus in on a singular face amongst the sea of faces. Brooklyn, her sister, standing there waiting for April as she emerged from the arena. April could see the concern etched into her sister’s features. April stood there as Brooklyn rushed forward to meet her sister, enveloping her in a tight hug.
"April, are you okay?" Brooklyn asked, her voice filled with worry.
April leaned into her sister's embrace, feeling a rush of gratitude for Brooklyn's presence and support. "I’m … I'm fine. Just a little disappointed, that's all."
Brooklyn pulled back slightly, studying April's face with a furrowed brow. "You did your best out there. That's all anyone can ask for."
April managed a small smile, touched by Brooklyn's words. "Thanks, but hey, at least we came close, right?"
Brooklyn smiled and nodded. As they made their way to the locker room, April couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat weighing heavily on her shoulders. She had come so close to victory, only to fall short once again. It was a bitter pill to swallow, and April found herself questioning her abilities as a wrestler.
Brooklyn sensed her sister's turmoil and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Hey, listen to me," she said firmly. "I know what’s going on in that head of yours. Knock it off right now. You are one of the most talented wrestlers I know. Don't let one setback define you."
April looked up at her sister, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "But it’s not just one setback, Brook. What if, when push comes to shove, I'm not good enough? They already compare me to you … what if I never reach the top?"
Brooklyn's expression softened, and she pulled April into another hug. "You are more than good enough, April. You may not have the belt to prove it, but you have the heart of a champion, and I know that someday, you'll achieve everything you've ever dreamed of, and then tell those naysayers to shut the f-"
April laughed, her shoulders sagged with relief as she took comfort in her sister's words. As they reached the locker room, April wiped away her tears and mustered up a smile. "Thanks, Brooklyn. I needed to hear that. Maybe after a hot shower, I’ll be able to start believing it too."
Brooklyn returned her sister's smile, her own worries momentarily forgotten. "Anytime you need me to knock some sense back into that head of yours, I'll be here."
Together, they stepped into the locker room. One door closing, but somewhere else another opening. It was the Murder’s job, now, to find that door.
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Brooklyn Madrox stands in the center of a rather nondescript room, her presence commanding attention even as she appears to be alone. Even empty, there is an energy in the room, the blackness surrounding her seemingly buzzing with anticipation, and eagerness to hear what she has to say. Brooklyn’s eyes narrow as a smile dances at her lips.
"Alright, listen up," she begins, her voice ringing out clearly across the space. "I've got a bone to pick with a couple of people, and I’m done caring what Roberto and the rest of his faceless mooks have to say. I’m not holding back ..."
There is an intensity radiating from Brooklyn. Her fingers curl into a fist as she wastes no time in getting to the point, her words sharp and cutting.
"Rini, Natasha, all of this is your fault. Well, technically this is all Charlotte’s fault since she’s the one who has been intent on running her mouth backstage, acting like she’s hot stuff, and trying to stand up against me. Well, let me tell you something – you're not fooling anyone," Brooklyn declares, her tone dripping with disdain.
She paces back and forth in the ring, her gaze never wavering as she continues to address her opponents.
"This all could have been a simple discussion. I ask you some questions, you tell me the truth, everyone goes home to their loved ones.
But no.
Thanks to your dear friend Charlotte, you’ve found yourself in the wolf’s den. I mean,” she scoffs, “Did you think you could come into my house, into my backstage, and disrespect me? Disrespect us? Think again. The Murder … Vivienne and I … we’re not to be trifled with, princess. The pair of us, we've faced off against tougher opponents than you, and we've come out on top every. single. time." Brooklyn asserts, her confidence unwavering.
"So, this so-called 'Team East Wind’ nonsense, that we’ve got going on here … well, let me set the record straight. Girls, You can't hide behind your little group forever. If you've got something to say, say it to our faces," Brooklyn challenges, her voice booming with authority. “If you’ve got nothing to hide then why not come right out and say that instead of beating around the bush and letting Charlotte try and act tough?
Because all she’s done is piss me off since day one. She’s done nothing but talk a big game and now look at what that’s brought about. The Murder versus Team East Wind - and little Charlotte isn’t even going to be there when Vivienne and I tear through you like a hurricane, leaving nothing but destruction in our wake," Brooklyn promises, her words laced with conviction.
"So, Rini, Natasha, consider this your warning. You may think you're ready for what's coming, but trust me – you're not prepared for the storm that's about to hit you. Charlotte wrote the check, but it's your asses that are left to try and cash it. If you want to continue to hamper our investigation, then it’s about time that we officially meet. Ladies, my name is Brooklyn Madrox - I’m the Big Bad Wolf of the Imperial Wrestling Federation, and you two little piggies better answer the door," Brooklyn declares, her voice ringing out with authority as the camera pulls back leaving Brooklyn smiling as darkness envelops her.
Well howdy there pardner.