Post by April Madrox on Apr 29, 2024 16:43:31 GMT
The evening sun cast a warm glow through the windows of Brooklyn and April's Las Vegas apartment, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. April lounged on the couch, her legs stretched out in front of her as she flipped through a magazine, while Brooklyn sat at the kitchen table, a cup of tea cradled between her hands.
"Hey, Brook," April called out, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them. "Any updates on the investigation front?"
Brooklyn sighed, setting her tea down with a gentle clink. "Not much, I'm afraid," she replied, her voice tinged with frustration. "Fowler said that they’re still looking into it, but it's slow going. We’re not getting much with our backstage investigations, and with Rowan still in the hospital..."
Her voice trailed off, the worry evident in her expression. April set the magazine aside, her attention fully on her sister.
"How's Rowan doing?" she asked softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Brooklyn's arm.
Brooklyn managed a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "She's... she's making small improvements," she admitted, her voice thick with emotion. "The doctors say she's stable, but it's still touch and go."
April nodded, squeezing Brooklyn's arm in a silent gesture of support. She knew how difficult it was for her sister to see Rowan in such a vulnerable state, and she wished there was more she could do to ease her pain.
"And Virginia and Astrid?" April asked, hoping for some good news to lift Brooklyn's spirits.
Brooklyn's smile grew slightly more genuine. "They're doing much better," she replied, a hint of relief in her voice. "They're out of the woods, so to speak. Still recovering, of course, but they're strong. They'll pull through."
April nodded, a sense of relief washing over her. "That's good to hear," she said, her voice soft. "I'm glad they're okay."
Silence fell between them once more, the weight of their worries hanging heavy in the air. April searched for the right words to say, wanting to offer Brooklyn some comfort in the midst of their shared turmoil.
"You're doing everything you can, Brook," April said finally, her voice filled with conviction. "And I'm here for you, every step of the way."
Brooklyn met her sister's gaze, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
With a shared understanding, the sisters settled into a companionable silence, finding solace in each other's presence as the sun continued to set.
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April Madrox leans against the locker room wall, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she runs a hand through her hair. Her eyes narrow as she begins to address the camera, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Yeah, okay, so let's talk about logic for a hot second, shall we?" April starts, her tone laced with thinly veiled amusement. "Here we have Charlotte Shimizu teaming up with Jennie Fenix, the so-called champion of the people, the shining beacon of integrity in the IWF Charlotte Shimizu against the mean ol’ Murder."
She rolls her eyes dramatically, clearly unimpressed by Jennie's supposed virtues.
"Now, don't get me wrong, I'll never turn down a match," April continues, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "But let's not pretend that Jennie is some kind of saintly figure here. Oh no, far from it."
April leans forward, her expression growing more serious.
"I’ve always been the most politically correct person in the Murder, but honestly, it’s time to call a spade a spade and talk about Jennie Fenix for what she is; a paper champion," April declares, her voice tinged with disdain. "Because that’s all you’ve ever been in this company, Jennie. See, for those of you who might not have picked up on this throughout her, now two, title reigns - she’s more concerned with the glitz and glamour of the championship than actually defending it. She's all about the spotlight, all about the attention. Just the thought of the accolades that the title brings gets her all sorts of wet - I mean, how many times have we been forced to sit back and listen to her toot her own horn about being the youngest, the underdog, the fan favorite, yadda, yadda, yadda. But when it comes down to it, she's nothing but a vapid little fraud."
She pauses for effect, letting her words sink in before continuing.
"But I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree does it, Jennie." April scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. "How about your nephew who talks out both sides of his mouth. Being the youngest champion, being the longest reigning television champion all the while refusing to defend that title against anyone who's not a Make-a-Wish candidate?
How many times are we going to watch him defend against Nick Danger … I mean really? Give me a break. And let's not forget about his tag title, just collecting dust while he sits on his throne of mediocrity."
April's smirk widens as she delivers the final blow, her words dripping with sarcasm.
"So, Jennie, forgive me if I'm not exactly surprised by your behavior. I mean, with a family like yours, how could you be anything but a disappointment? Just another self-absorbed cog in a machine that only works when it feels like it" she quips, her tone biting and merciless.
April's smirk fades as she shifts gears, her expression turning contemplative.
"But that’s certainly a sentiment that can’t be said for your partner this week, and opponent at Night of the Immortals." April continues, her tone more measured than before. "I'll be the first to admit, I've got a soft spot for Charlotte. As a former trainer she ticks all the boxes of girls that I would have looked at. She's got talent, dedication, and all the makings of a great wrestler. And yeah, she's made some big strides in the ring since making her way here to the main roster, there’s no denying that."
She pauses, her gaze distant as she recalls their interactions.
"But here's the thing," April continues, her tone growing more serious. "Charlotte's got this obsession with the Murder, with Brooklyn in particular. And while I get it, I really do, she's taking it to a whole new level."
April shakes her head, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice.
"I've tried to extend the olive branch, to be friendly, to show her that we're not the enemy here," April explains, her tone tinged with disappointment. "But Charlotte? She's made it abundantly clear that friendship isn't in the cards as far as she's concerned."
She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next.
"Now, don't get me wrong, I respect the work she's putting in, the dedication to her craft," April admits, her voice firm. "But respect needs to be a two-way street. And if Charlotte can't respect me, if she can't see me as anything other than Brooklyn’s sister, as an obstacle in her path, then so be it."
April straightens up, her resolve clear in her eyes.
"At the end of the day, I've got a match to win, and I'm not about to let anyone stand in my way," she declares, her voice steady and unwavering, “friend or not.”
"Hey, Brook," April called out, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them. "Any updates on the investigation front?"
Brooklyn sighed, setting her tea down with a gentle clink. "Not much, I'm afraid," she replied, her voice tinged with frustration. "Fowler said that they’re still looking into it, but it's slow going. We’re not getting much with our backstage investigations, and with Rowan still in the hospital..."
Her voice trailed off, the worry evident in her expression. April set the magazine aside, her attention fully on her sister.
"How's Rowan doing?" she asked softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Brooklyn's arm.
Brooklyn managed a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "She's... she's making small improvements," she admitted, her voice thick with emotion. "The doctors say she's stable, but it's still touch and go."
April nodded, squeezing Brooklyn's arm in a silent gesture of support. She knew how difficult it was for her sister to see Rowan in such a vulnerable state, and she wished there was more she could do to ease her pain.
"And Virginia and Astrid?" April asked, hoping for some good news to lift Brooklyn's spirits.
Brooklyn's smile grew slightly more genuine. "They're doing much better," she replied, a hint of relief in her voice. "They're out of the woods, so to speak. Still recovering, of course, but they're strong. They'll pull through."
April nodded, a sense of relief washing over her. "That's good to hear," she said, her voice soft. "I'm glad they're okay."
Silence fell between them once more, the weight of their worries hanging heavy in the air. April searched for the right words to say, wanting to offer Brooklyn some comfort in the midst of their shared turmoil.
"You're doing everything you can, Brook," April said finally, her voice filled with conviction. "And I'm here for you, every step of the way."
Brooklyn met her sister's gaze, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
With a shared understanding, the sisters settled into a companionable silence, finding solace in each other's presence as the sun continued to set.
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April Madrox leans against the locker room wall, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she runs a hand through her hair. Her eyes narrow as she begins to address the camera, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Yeah, okay, so let's talk about logic for a hot second, shall we?" April starts, her tone laced with thinly veiled amusement. "Here we have Charlotte Shimizu teaming up with Jennie Fenix, the so-called champion of the people, the shining beacon of integrity in the IWF Charlotte Shimizu against the mean ol’ Murder."
She rolls her eyes dramatically, clearly unimpressed by Jennie's supposed virtues.
"Now, don't get me wrong, I'll never turn down a match," April continues, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "But let's not pretend that Jennie is some kind of saintly figure here. Oh no, far from it."
April leans forward, her expression growing more serious.
"I’ve always been the most politically correct person in the Murder, but honestly, it’s time to call a spade a spade and talk about Jennie Fenix for what she is; a paper champion," April declares, her voice tinged with disdain. "Because that’s all you’ve ever been in this company, Jennie. See, for those of you who might not have picked up on this throughout her, now two, title reigns - she’s more concerned with the glitz and glamour of the championship than actually defending it. She's all about the spotlight, all about the attention. Just the thought of the accolades that the title brings gets her all sorts of wet - I mean, how many times have we been forced to sit back and listen to her toot her own horn about being the youngest, the underdog, the fan favorite, yadda, yadda, yadda. But when it comes down to it, she's nothing but a vapid little fraud."
She pauses for effect, letting her words sink in before continuing.
"But I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree does it, Jennie." April scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. "How about your nephew who talks out both sides of his mouth. Being the youngest champion, being the longest reigning television champion all the while refusing to defend that title against anyone who's not a Make-a-Wish candidate?
How many times are we going to watch him defend against Nick Danger … I mean really? Give me a break. And let's not forget about his tag title, just collecting dust while he sits on his throne of mediocrity."
April's smirk widens as she delivers the final blow, her words dripping with sarcasm.
"So, Jennie, forgive me if I'm not exactly surprised by your behavior. I mean, with a family like yours, how could you be anything but a disappointment? Just another self-absorbed cog in a machine that only works when it feels like it" she quips, her tone biting and merciless.
April's smirk fades as she shifts gears, her expression turning contemplative.
"But that’s certainly a sentiment that can’t be said for your partner this week, and opponent at Night of the Immortals." April continues, her tone more measured than before. "I'll be the first to admit, I've got a soft spot for Charlotte. As a former trainer she ticks all the boxes of girls that I would have looked at. She's got talent, dedication, and all the makings of a great wrestler. And yeah, she's made some big strides in the ring since making her way here to the main roster, there’s no denying that."
She pauses, her gaze distant as she recalls their interactions.
"But here's the thing," April continues, her tone growing more serious. "Charlotte's got this obsession with the Murder, with Brooklyn in particular. And while I get it, I really do, she's taking it to a whole new level."
April shakes her head, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice.
"I've tried to extend the olive branch, to be friendly, to show her that we're not the enemy here," April explains, her tone tinged with disappointment. "But Charlotte? She's made it abundantly clear that friendship isn't in the cards as far as she's concerned."
She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next.
"Now, don't get me wrong, I respect the work she's putting in, the dedication to her craft," April admits, her voice firm. "But respect needs to be a two-way street. And if Charlotte can't respect me, if she can't see me as anything other than Brooklyn’s sister, as an obstacle in her path, then so be it."
April straightens up, her resolve clear in her eyes.
"At the end of the day, I've got a match to win, and I'm not about to let anyone stand in my way," she declares, her voice steady and unwavering, “friend or not.”
Well howdy there pardner.