Post by Mai Everstone on Apr 26, 2024 2:03:40 GMT
In the dimly lit room, shadows danced upon the walls like sinister phantoms as Mai, sat hunched over her canvas. Her long, platinum silver hair cascaded over her shoulders like a mourning veil, partially concealing her intense gaze fixed on the nightmare she was painting. Each stroke of her brush seemed to carry a weight of despair, as if she were etching her own torment onto the canvas.
Vivienne seemed to be unaware of the dread seeping into the canvas as she bounced into the room, her infectious laughter echoing off the gloomy walls. "-And guess what? I want you to be one of my bridesmaids!" she exclaimed as she peaked at some of the art scattered around Mai's art studio.
Mai paused her brush mid-stroke, her expression a mix of resignation and reluctance. "That's... wonderful, Vivienne," she murmured, "But don't you have other friends?" Two people she knew were getting married soon. Neither one did she really want to be involved with.
Vivienne skipped over to Mai's side, "I already asked Shea and Dawn. And the rest...well, it's kind of complicated. You'll do it, won't you?" she chirped, clasping Mai's hand in hers.
A flicker of hesitation passed through Mai's eyes before she offered a faint smile. "Of course, Vivienne. I'd be honored," she replied, her voice soft but strained.
Vivienne beamed with delight, oblivious to the turmoil hidden behind Mai's facade. "Oh, Mai, you're simply the best! I knew I could count on you. It's going to be the most magical wedding ever! That makes three on both sides." she gushed, enveloping Mai in an exuberant hug.
As Vivienne prattled on about wedding plans and flower arrangements, Mai's gaze drifted back to her painting, her mind consumed by the haunting imagery she had captured. She had agreed to be Vivienne's bridesmaid not out of genuine desire, but out of a sense of duty and perhaps a tinge of pity. For in the depths of her own world, Mai knew what it was like to feel alone, to have no one else to turn to. And so, she would stand by Vivienne's side, a reluctant guardian of light amidst her own shadows, painting nightmares by day and pretending to embrace the light by night. If nothing else it was another excuse not to go to her estranged twin's dress shopping.
I can't be the only one that finds this matchup to be a bit of a surprise. I mean sure, April and I could really use some more matches. But facing the number one contender and the current champion? Why? Is it to see if Charlotte and Jennie can work together? Is it because little Jennie feels like she's not getting enough attention because Charlotte is more focused on standing up to the Murder then coming for that shiny piece of metal and lethal? We may never know.
Charlotte. I know you got a lot of opinions about The Murder. You don't like the vibe. You don't like the investigation. You don't like that more people haven't stood up to us. For the most part we've been talking about being being wrestlers first an instagram models last. None of which effects you. But the fact we travel as a pack and intimidate peoploe as we search for who is responsible... yeah, I can see how that might feel bad. And maybe it is. Fuck if I know.
And yeah, after how things went last week I can get wanting to get even for the distraction. Go for it. Get your piece of flesh. Afterall, we should be easy prey for you. You've beaten us both multiple times, right? If I could offer a little bit of advice?
Don't assume you are better than you are. Overconfidence is the first step to getting your ass handed to you.
Jennie. Jennie. Jennie. Jennie. Man, slumming it down here with the rest of us huh? After all, you're from the wrestling ivory tower. Own wrestling school. A legacy. A history and a pedigree. Jennie Fenix. You're world renown. You're better than us. You can't stand not being in the title scene. Right? That's why you hassled, begged, pleaded and whined to keep getting shot after shot at Brooklyn.
Because you are so self important you can't just work your way back up. All your talk of being the underdog it's clear what you think of the rest of us. We're lesser. We're losers. Anything not the Fenix show or her title defenses don't even deserve to get TV time, do they? Jennie Fenix at the top of the pile and the rest of us aren't even worth knowing unless we happen to crawl our way to breathing the same air as you. But we don't deserve it. Fuck you, Jenie Fenix. Fuck you and your twitter hash tag. Fuck your constant Tits and ass showings. Fuck the thirst traps. Fuck your lolz so random rawr XD mental illness.
Too much? Eat my whole ass. I might never make it to the world title scene but your in the mud with us this week. And I'm going to make you choke on your own blood. To remind you that you are not better than me. I'll be sure to bring flowers for your casket. Because that's where April and I are shoving you.
Charlotte. I know you got a lot of opinions about The Murder. You don't like the vibe. You don't like the investigation. You don't like that more people haven't stood up to us. For the most part we've been talking about being being wrestlers first an instagram models last. None of which effects you. But the fact we travel as a pack and intimidate peoploe as we search for who is responsible... yeah, I can see how that might feel bad. And maybe it is. Fuck if I know.
And yeah, after how things went last week I can get wanting to get even for the distraction. Go for it. Get your piece of flesh. Afterall, we should be easy prey for you. You've beaten us both multiple times, right? If I could offer a little bit of advice?
Don't assume you are better than you are. Overconfidence is the first step to getting your ass handed to you.
Jennie. Jennie. Jennie. Jennie. Man, slumming it down here with the rest of us huh? After all, you're from the wrestling ivory tower. Own wrestling school. A legacy. A history and a pedigree. Jennie Fenix. You're world renown. You're better than us. You can't stand not being in the title scene. Right? That's why you hassled, begged, pleaded and whined to keep getting shot after shot at Brooklyn.
Because you are so self important you can't just work your way back up. All your talk of being the underdog it's clear what you think of the rest of us. We're lesser. We're losers. Anything not the Fenix show or her title defenses don't even deserve to get TV time, do they? Jennie Fenix at the top of the pile and the rest of us aren't even worth knowing unless we happen to crawl our way to breathing the same air as you. But we don't deserve it. Fuck you, Jenie Fenix. Fuck you and your twitter hash tag. Fuck your constant Tits and ass showings. Fuck the thirst traps. Fuck your lolz so random rawr XD mental illness.
Too much? Eat my whole ass. I might never make it to the world title scene but your in the mud with us this week. And I'm going to make you choke on your own blood. To remind you that you are not better than me. I'll be sure to bring flowers for your casket. Because that's where April and I are shoving you.
Well howdy there pardner.