Alex: What is it?!
Jackson: I am behind my cousin in this tournament challenge
Alex: By how much
Jackson: He has 95% and I have 91%, he got lucky on his Oregon pick
Alex: I see well hopefully, you can catch him
Jackson: I hope so, otherwise I have to hear him talk shit -_-
*Pisces Pink stands in front of her mirror, the room filled with silence as she looks at herself. No words. No funny lines. No bubbly jumpiness. The time for fun and games has passed. Now...
She clenches her fist that holds one of her hundred pound dumbbells. And its bar actually crumples like aluminum. She looks at it for a few long moments, observing it before dropping it to the floor and barely paying it any attention. All the little side things, they don't matter at this time. Now...
She looks up into the mirror... seeing first Vivica parading around with the Vanity Championship... then her friend Juno Mercury smiling and shaking hands with her... then seeing the Last Resort PPV logo, so bright under the lights...
Then herself in a ring, bruised and bloody, standing over the other battered and broken Bombshells with a grim expression on her face. Now...
Shit's getting real. *
Anybody need any reading material? Say a PPV?
TVK: A Diamond in the rough, without talent enough to take the kid on fair. The win you did get, but never forget, your chance was the breadth of a hair. My return not what I did hope, now to go cope, working harder than ever. Chaos comes soon, Spring in bloom, and my name they will chant
Wells: Interesting PPV...hmmm, I'm keeping a close eye on this one.