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Topic Started: Jan 26 2016, 04:02 AM (162 Views)
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7:45PM - Rosarito, Mexico

Outside of a small arena that could maybe squeeze just over two thousand people in attendance, wrestling fans were lining up outside and waiting for the doors to open. More specifically, two individuals were "scouting" the area, keeping their eyes peeled in a vain attempt to locate "her" before the show. While one was trying to keep a low profile, the other was doing everything she could to draw attention to the trunk of her comrades rent-a-car.

Nebraska: GET YOUR BRILLIANT PAIR T-SHIRTS, HEADBANDS, WRISTBANDS, COMMEMORATIVE POSTERS, AND MUGS HERE! THIS IS A ONE TIME DEAL THAT MEXICO WILL MOST LIKELY NEVER SEE AGAIN! IF TAG TEAM WRESTLING ISN'T YOUR THING, YOU CAN ALWAYS PURCHASE THE LIMITED EDITION "SHILL NEBBY SHILL" T-SHIRT FOR THE LOW PRICE OF JUST 14.99!

Aries: It's not going to work Nebs, they're here for a completely different promotion and shilling out currency from a different country isn't going to.. you know, come easy. Besides, I asked you three times now if you could cool it because I want to keep a low profile, that includes you.

Nebraska: Right.. forgot. ..... YO SOY UN T-SHIRT. TU PURCHASO POR UN AMIGO O FAMILIA!

Aries: Oh Jesus Christ..

Sean slams the trunk shut before Nebraska can reach in and grab a shirt to show off. Sean massaged the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger, trying to keep his cool and remember the game plan.

Aries: Listen, when I asked you if Nox was around for this trip, and you told me he was prepping for his match with Carlos, I bought it. When I asked you if you knew Spanish in case I needed help with translation, you said yes.. and I bought it. I swear on my miserable life, Nebraska. If you came down here just to pawn off your merch and take a free trip to the beach, we're headed 500 miles south and I'm selling you to the cartel.

Nebraska shrugged off Sean's threat and slung one of her shirts over her shoulder, folding her arms and just deflecting Sean's glare.

Nebraska: Whatever. I just thought PRW could use some publicity down here. If I could do the company some good, while making an honest buck, why would I pass that up? It's the American way Sean, you should know that, you Patriotic Porpoise... bad..moniker..thing. I know you don't want to be seen for some reason but if you just got in line and let me do my thing. IE:

Nebraska held up her SHILL NEBBY SHILL shirt to finish making her point.

Nebraska: I could reimburse you a bit for this sweet trip. Can you imagine how those poor shmucks are going to suffer at Salvation this weekend? Who books an outdoor show in January?

Sean just sighed, shaking his head and wondering how he allowed himself to get into this mess. Locking the car, Sean watched the doors fling open as fans started to pile in. Feeling a sudden burst of nervous excitement, Sean clicked his tongue and started to head towards the back of the line.

Aries: Let's go. I want good seats.

Nebraska: Ya know, NOX tells me how nice and fun-loving you can be but I have yet to see any of that. All you do is stare vacantly or mope. You need to pull the stick out of your ass and have a good time.

Sean turned around, already steps ahead of her stretching out his arms.

Aries: That's why were here! Now let's go!

Nebraska sighed, pulling her shirt over her head, restricting her with that awkward layered look for the night as both headed towards the arena.



9:27PM -Anillo de Campeon Arena



With Nebraska and Sean packed into a full arena, both sat in anticipation waiting for the chance to see if this trip was worth it in the least. I mean sure "she" was advertised on the card, but the golden rule of wrestling was always plastered on every flyer posted around town. "Card subject to change." Given that motto was just for showman's sake in most instances, Sean's seen it firsthand, leaving his worries to run rampant in the back of his head. Hands clasped, resting against the back of his neck, he held his reserve as the next match was set to start.

Eyes on the ramp, Sean stood up, air seemingly stuck in his lungs as he held his breath, watching a young olive-skinned woman take the stage. Daddy Yankee blaring over the PA as she made her way to the ring. Roughly standing at 5'4'', her face concealed in a purple and white mask, a flower pattern wrapping around the back of her head. Her somewhat revealing attire, mid-drift exposed, made Sean sour and realize that this wasn't who he was looking for. But there was still a bit of hope.

Announcer: Haciendo su camino al ring. Con un peso de 138 libras, de Tijuana, Mexico. Ella es, El Lirio!

Nebraska: Is that her?

Aries: No. She wouldn't name herself after a flower, and this chick is way, WAY too tan to be her.

Nebraska: That sound's kind of... racist..

Sean just shook off Nebraska's comment and kept his eyes glued to the ramp, watching as the lights dimmed, smog rolling in from behind the curtain. Sean felt something twist in the pit of his stomach, hearing the eerie intro to White Zombie's Ratfinks, Suicide Tanks, and Cannibal girls. Aries froze in place, willing himself to quickly and abruptly clutch Nebraska's shoulder. Coming down the ramp was a woman who slowly stalked out her opponent from a distance. Sean caught a glimpse of the face, brunette hair streaked with pink and red cascaded over her shoulders. Half of her face was painted up, resembling something a girl would don during Dia de los muertos, intricate, beautiful, and somewhat unsettling. The crux to the look was the white contact lens, completely ridding her of her pupil. The other wrestler's head tilted to the side as she took in the sight of her opponent. Sean couldn't help but do the same. Every synapse in his brain clicked, his eyes going wide as he swallowed a bit of tension, voice crackling as he managed to spit out the only clear thought in his head.

Aries: That's her.

Sean stood starry-eyed watching the figure walk down the ramp, almost with a lingering, ethereal poise.

Announcer: Haciendo su camino al ring , con un peso de ciento veinte libras . de Tampa Florida. Muneca del diablo , Emily Hart!

Sean listened to the crowd hollering in approval, unsure if he should be proud of the pop, or if he should let himself be consumed by jealousy. Sean knew Emily could wrestle, but did the audience appreciate that or just the image presented to them? Aries knew little about this promotion, and whether or not women were just here for eye candy. For all he knew, this could be a two minute match with no real pay-off, but then again he doubted Emily would put this much effort into a gimmick if it was just a glorified strip-tease. All Sean could do was stand there in the crowd and watch, just like everyone else who paid to see the show.


To Be Continued...


(ooc: accents were not being friendly. Apologies if some words are a bit.. mistranslated)
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-Both women stood poised in the ring, El Lirio showing a bit of peppiness and bouncing around on her toes, ready for the bell to ring. Emily just stood there, head swaying with her stare locked in, her fingers gently playing with the strands of her hair. Aries and Nebraska watched on from the bleachers, Sean barely able to move as he stared in a bit of awe. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, still awkward, and still liable to rip your teeth out with her fingers. He knew he shouldn't have been there, that he should have just moved on, leave an apologetic voice mail, write a letter, anything that didn't compare to the act of stalking her. But if seeing her in person meant a bit of closure, and possibly righting the wrongs he committed wrong ago, Sean was willingly to stomach that. Just for her.

The bell rung as both girls made their way to the center of the ring, El Lirio extending her hand as a sign of respect. Emily responded by spitting in her palm and shoving it right into her face, shoving her back in the process. Rosarito let out a chorus of boos, Lirio wiping her face and leaving herself open for Emily to boot her right in the gut, following up with a club to the back of the neck while the Lily-clad warrior was doubled over. All Sean could do was beam ear to ear, and try not to expose himself by being the only person in the crowd cheering. While Aries was completely enthralled with the match, Nebraska was busy on her phone, tweeting and shilling merch.

Nebraska: The wifi in this building sucks. Mind if I go outside and conduct a bit of business while you internally masturbate to all this?

Aries: You aren't going anywhere. You got me to drag you down here and now you're sticking with me until the show's over. If you can do that I'll give you some positive feedback and maybe buy another shirt or two. Besides wouldn't you enjoy this? What with you being a wrestler and all?

Nebraska: Have you ever seen the Wild Hearts girls on Twitter? It's enough to make some of us consider working in that weird fetish genre of tickle wrestling. I came down here to get away from that shit, the last thing I want to do is find myself curious about a new promotion where I can't even understand half the trash-talk being said behind my back.

Aries: Oh come on! Don't act innocent. I listened to you bust your own partners balls the whole ride down here. Four hours of "Cass this, Cass that. Blah blah blah" It's part of the business.

Nebraska: Another part of the business is making sure your name has recognition. So while I'm spending my time here NOT wrestling, I may as well be trying to get my name to go international. So I'm just going to pop outside for a few minutes and see if I can pawn off some T-shirts on some stragglers.

Aries: Sit. Down.

As Nebraska gets up to leave, Sean tugs her shirt and forces her back into the seat, causing her to huff and do her best to shift around and find some sort of cell service. Aries went back into fanboy mode, watching Emily take back control of the match by catching El Lirio in the face with a dropkick into the corner turnbuckle. Emmy was making quick work of her opponent, and given how early in the card this match was, it was coming as no surprise. Aries put a hand on Nebraska's shoulder, clutching with a talon-like grip as Emily laid the boots to El Lirio. With her opponent downed against the turnbuckle, Emily scraped the sole of her boot against the other woman's cheek, enjoying every second of her flailing. Sean's grip clenched down as Emily bolted out of the corner and off the ropes, ricocheting back and slamming her foot into El Lirio's Jaw! Sean jumped up and marked like a fanboy, practically jumping on Nebraska as Emily took the time to drag her opponent out of the corner and lay her down flat on her back, taunting and heading for the top rope.

Aries: Did you see that?! I taught her that! I encouraged her to use that boot scrape. I use it! She uses it! I.. Nebraska come on that has to be a sign she still has some sense of care for me!

Nebraska: Or it could just be an effective method of kicking the shit out of your opponent. You're not exactly an innovator Sean. You're... you're more like a create-a-wrestler who just picked a balanced move set instead of a bunch of finishers. I mean sure it might be something YOU do, but it's not like you invented it.

Aries: Why you gotta be that guy Nebraska? This is the exact reason NOX hasn't put the moves on you yet, isn't it?

As Emily climbed the top rope, Sean stood up and neglected to hear Nebraska's rebuttal. Clapping and knowing what was coming next, Aries stood out like a sore thumb as she poised herself for her patented moonsault. Before she could jump however, both of them locked eyes. Sean froze. Emily froze, and both stood paralyzed by what they were slowly realizing. Emily could be seen mouthing the words "the fuck?" before being taken off guard and taking a shot from El Lirio to the back. She nearly toppled forward, catching herself on the turnbuckle, but the distraction was enough for El Lirio to hoist her up on her shoulders in an electric chair drop. Emily's eyes filled with rage, unsure if it was brought on by the attack or Sean's presence, but it was enough to summon the will to drill El Lirio repeatedly in the head with stiff closed fists until she lost her balance, giving Emily the chance to slip out behind her and lock her arm behind her back, another arm clenching down around her throat. Emily swung the poor girl around like a rag doll until she was able to bring her down to the mat, wrapping her legs around her and choking her with a crossface chickenwing! Aries snapped out of his trance and watched in eager anticipation. El Lirio tried to hold it together and find a way out of it, but Emily just tightened her grip and let out a blood boiling scream. El Lirio had no other option but to tap out, Rosarito booing as Emily released the hold and let the referee raise her hand.

Her coup de grace however, was her post match celebration. Once again Emily took to the turnbuckles and climbed, posing. Her arms wrapped around an invisible beach ball as she flexed, sticking her tongue out and taunting the visibly upset audience. Sean nearly fainted.

Aries: Zan....Zandig...pose?!

Sean looked love struck with an annoyed Nebraska next to him, reaching her phone into the air trying not to let frustration get the best of her. Aries watched Emmy walk up the ramp, teasing the fans and mock crying over El Lirio's loss, snagging Nebraska by the collar and heading for the door.

Aries: She saw us, knowing Em she's probably snagging her paycheck and headed for the door. We gotta beat her to her car. Come on Nebs!

Nebraska: You do realize how creepy you're being right? Now you're going to stalk her outside of her car and wait for her? That's.. something I would do during my journalism days...

To Be Continued...



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The air was crisp on the west coast, Sean periodically checking his phone to keep time. Even if she wasn't going to rush out of the building they were going to cut her off by the show's end. Aries could hear the crowd in the arena popping as the upper-card matches continued on. Nebraska hugged herself, trying to keep warm despite being doubled-up on t-shirts. She tried to break away to the car to grab a hoodie, but Sean knew it would just result in more shilling. To Aries, watching Nebraska try and make small talk and not put herself over was enough amusement to keep him occupied while they waited for Emily to show up. Sean wasn't completely heartless however, and pulled off his own sweat shirt and tossed it to her. Nebs eagerly pulled it over her head and grumped, yes, she was warm, but now she had no reason to show off her merch. Trying to hold in her annoyance, she kicked a tire on what Sean suspected to be Emily's car and did her best to pass the time.

Nebraska: So she drives a green Volvo? Did she drop the kids off at soccer practice this afternoon or is it just the right amount of space for the eight boxes of cat litter she needs?

Aries: She went with function over fashion Nebby. It's a reliable car going back and forth from California to Mexico. Solid Swedish engineering Given that you live off that T-shirt money and can barely tip your Uber driving half the time I doubt you should be giving her shit.

Nebraska: I just pictured her driving a hearse, or The Munster Mobile, or that van from Jeepers Creepers.

Aries: Knock it off, She isn't that weird or creepy Nebs, you use to work with her. She just gets a kick out of making people feel awkward. Besides finding a working Munster Mobile was out of both of our bud... what?

Nebraska looked like a deer in the headlights, peering over Sean's shoulder with a horrified stare. Nebraska looked like the main character in a horror movie to stunned to warn her slutty friend that the killer was right behind her. Aries just gave her a confused look before turning around, ending up just as frozen as his traveling buddy.

There behind them was Emily Hart, fists clenched with a glare that could destroy Putin's intensity. Still wearing her contact in her left eye, chest heaving and trying her hardest not to shake with anger. Sean hesitantly cracked a smile and tried to defuse the situation, reaching towards her for a hug.

Aries: He... hey Em! Great mat-

It didn't work. As Sean slumped over to hug his former love, Sean stepped back and cracked him right in the jaw with a super kick! Sean turned 180 as Emily's trainer caught him square in the cheek, and he couldn't help himself as gravity assisted her and slung him down to the concrete. In most circumstances Sean would just take the shot and sit there, but give his proximity to the car, Aries came straight down and popped his temple on the bumper of Emily's car. Everything went starry white before fading out, Sean hearing the garbled response of Nebraska Jones as he started to black out.

Nebraska: Huh! Not even a scratch, that IS some solid Swedish enginee....

..:::10 Months ago:::...

Sparring us a grainy flashback, we find ourselves in Sean's living room on the outskirts of Philadelphia. Emily was packing up a bag with Sean fuming across the room, his palms at his temples trying to calm himself down.

Aries: I just don't think it's a good idea for you to go without me.

Emily: Why? Just tell me why. You've dodged that question since I told you PRW gave me the call and cleared me to compete. Are you worried about the arm? Sean it's not going to happen again, trust me. When I get my hands around Gemma's neck and get a chance to fix that gap in her teeth I'm going t-

Aries: BECAUSE BAD SHIT HAPPENS, TO PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT WHEN IM NOT AROUND.

What Emily heard, was herself being compared to Heidi Amazon. Mind you, this wasn't the first time this had happened, and nothing infuriated her more than Sean bringing up that fiasco of the relationship and trying to draw similarities. Emily threw down a handful of ring gear and marched up to Aries.

Emily: Is THAT what this is about? You think that because I'm going away that I'm going to cheat? That someone's going to just weasel there way into my life and I'm going to bail? That's fucking low Sean. I've been sitting here, on the sidelines, watching you get to do what you LOVE. I've taken care of YOUR child, OUR child, one that I didn't fucking mother and have WAITED so long to get back in that ring and all you care about is that? Are you fucking kidding me? While you ran around with Nox and Alex, getting high and making gaga eyes at the Wild Hearts roster, I sat here with my arm in a fucking cast just waiting, WAITING for my chance to reclaim my own career. And how did you thank me for all I've done for you on the road? How did you show me some appreciation while I sat and suffered.

Aries: .......

Emily: You booked Soma Novia Scotia. You blatantly made fun of my problem with painkillers, and I was dumb enough to forgive you for it. I had to fake laughter every time she was on tv and hide how much it hurt to think of how you viewed me. To you I was a joke, but to me? To me you were the ONE thing I was grateful to have. So you don't get to lecturing me about bad shit happening to people you care about. Not when you yourself make it worse. So you shut your fucking mouth right now. Either you get on board, you pack a bag too and we can put this all behind u-

Aries: I'm not going back to that shit bag company, and neither are you. I need you here. I need you like you needed me when that arm was slung up. I know you aren't going to do something dumb and ruin what we have but it's other people I don't trust. You have guys like Agustin Gates running around leering over girls like you and you expect me not to want you to stay away from that?

Emily's eyes rolled so hard she could shift the planetary alignment of Earth and send it spinning straight into Venus.

Emily: Oh enough with the Gates bullshit! Let it go! Let it the fuck go! You had one bad match and you use it as an excuse to get away from PRW like you never dealt with people like him. You can't deal with the fact that you burnt yourself out and needed a break so you blame others constantly. If it's not Agustin, then it's politics. If its not the politics then its the travel. Just shut the fuck up with the excuses and admit that you gave up because YOU wanted to give up. You knew what you had here and that was more tempting than a year of traveling across country working matches you didn't give a shit about. Just stop with the lies Sean.

Emily sat down on the bed, picking up a pair of her trunks and trying to fold them. Unable to keep focus, she tossed them straight into her bag and kept going.

Emily: The fact you have to lie about it to ME, of all people is what really hurts. I trust you, more than anyone I've met in my life, and I can never get a straight answer out of you. You avoid conflict with me like I'm going to walk out on you if we disagree. Sean.. I love you, and I'd do anything for you. I just want you to give me some support for this.

Sean's hands twitched at his sides, trying not to ball them into fists as he choked out the words he didn't want to say.

Aries: I... can't. I can't support this decision. I can't sit here and watch you wrestle for PRW and expect good things to happen. Not with me here and you in like, Canada or Montana or wherever they plan on going next. It just feels like you're abandoning me for something better and at the end of the day it would kill me to see you get wrecked in the ring week after week while I'm here taking care of Grace. You need to understan-

Emily blew a gasket, Sean just stood back while Emily shoved more gear and clothes into her bag. Everything that Sean said contradicted his in-ring persona. Emily couldn't help but feel like the past few years had just been a sham to keep her at his side. She zipped up the suitcase and sighed, keeping her head low and avoiding eye contact with Aries now.

Emily: So.. you don't think I can do this?

Aries: That's not what I said Em.

Emily: No, that is exactly what you said. You just told me that you don't think I can handle myself in this business without me around. What is it Sean? Am I too small? Am I too crazy? Am I just another psycho girl gimmick for teenagers to fawn over? What is it? Because last I checked, YOU were the one who fell apart and started losing his credibility when I got sidelined. YOU were the one who gave up and fell to his knees hugging my hip when he got home. YOU are the one who's the bitch in the relationship. Not me. Fuck this Sean Carter, I'm done.

Emily hastily snagged her bag up from the bed and took off for the door, she never turned around, never said a final word. She just left, the slam of the door prompting Grace to scream from her room across the house. Aries tried to call out to her, to apologize, to do anything in his heart from letting her leave. But it was his brain that let her go, because in the recesses of his mind, it knew that she was right, about everything. Aries stepped over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and letting his hands cover his face. With an exhausted, defeated sigh, Aries got up to check on his daughter, and that was the end of that.

..:::Present Day:::..

Sean woke up in the back of Emily's Volvo, catching Nebraska mid-way through her update on PRW and Wild Hearts. He massaged the right side of his face and shook off the cobwebs, catching Emily's stare from the rear view mirror. Sean didn't complain, he didn't speak up, he just sat there and nursed himself, making sure his teeth were still in place. Emily could kick him in the face again and he'd forgive her. Because at the end of the day, the only way he'd be able to pay his debts to her were to let her rip his heart out of his chest.

Just like he did to her..

To Be Concluded..
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Sean continued to rub his temple, trying to remember how he ended up in the backseat of Emily's car. They weren't moving, so she wasn't trying to find a spot off the highway to bury him. That was good. But the fact her stare wasn't breaking was a bit intimidating. Nebraska kept jawing about The Brilliant Pair and NOX, neither of which seemed to really pay attention. Despite enjoying the game of catch-up, Emily had to stop Nebraska before she derailed and couldn't think of a way to stop.

Nebraska: Right now me and Cass are kind of on the same page, but there are days I remember she's still too small for half the coasters at Six Flags and that really effects her maturity. I mean I know I'm not perfect but at least I can ride Superman: Escape from Krypton. She's smart though, since teaming with her I've kept a balanced budget and been able to keep myse-

Emily: Hey Nebs, that's great and its cool to catch up with you but uh.. I think Sean has something he wants to talk about. If you want to head to the north side of the building, you can probably pawn off a bit of merch with the scalpers. Hell, they may buy it off you and try to sell it for double but it's still a bit of cash.

Nebraska looked over her shoulder at a wounded Sean, sneering a bit before popping the door open and heading for Sean's car.

Nebraska: Atleast SOMEBODY here can see how business savvy I am. Good to see you Emmy, don't.. murder him, I have no idea where we are and I doubt someone would go through the effort of bringing me back for the next Wild Hearts show.

Sean tossed Nebraska the keys and watched her walk out of ear shot. Part of him wanted to keep Nebraska around in case this went sour, but finally getting to see Emily face to face was enough to squander that lingering fear. Sean tried to open his door but was cut off by the child safety lock. Slamming his shoulder into it, as if the car would change it's mind, Emily softly retorted, finally taking the time to remove her gimmick contact.

Emily: I think it's best you stay in the back while we talk. I'm loving this look of panic on your face. So, thanks for showing up unannounced, if you had called me we could have met up before the show and talked, got you backstage, saved you a lot of trouble.

Sean stayed quiet in the back, head down, looking at his hands while Emily kept talking. He knew what he wanted to say, but getting their was proving to be more difficult than he could imagine. He never thought he would get this far, and realizing he was showing the same brash immaturity that drove her away wasn't exactly helping his case.

Emily: You and Nebs.. are you guys like.. a "thing" now, or.. what?

Aries: NO! No.. god no. I mean, she's not a bad catch but I think her and NOX have something going on.

Emily: I'm sure she'll have fun when Tsuki's curse presents itself.

Aries: Right.

Sean did that nod most people do when they don't know what to say, still finding it difficult to speak. This was becoming blind date levels of uncomfortable, and Aries could only sit and endure it until his mind got over the hump. No matter what scenario he played out in his head, train always went boom.

That's a Call of Duty joke for those of you who gave up on the franchise.

Emily could see his hesitation, and knew for years that swallowing his pride was something that Sean had a hard time doing. Given his stubbornness, she decided to throw him a softball and go first, part of her still cared after all. Like she said before she walked out on him, she wasn't the bitch in the relationship.

Emily: Thanks for coming out tonight, I know you just got back into PRW and have been trying to get back into the swing of traveling, so seeing you came as a shock. Hell I nearly lost because of you. But.. [shrugging] I was hoping one day you'd come see one of my matches.

Aries: I came as soon as I found out where you were wrestling. Heard you've been going back and forth between here and a few other promotions. I remember those days before PRW swallowed up AWR and AWA. It's not easy to keep contact when you have 3 different shows booked. It's.. kind of why I'm here.

Emily, now in her glasses and no longer resembling any bit of her gimmick turned around, giving Sean a sympathetic look. She knew exactly what he was going to ask before he even thought of how to say it.

Emily: I'm not interested in coming back to PRW.

Sean could feel his heart sink into the bowels of his stomach, rejection was one thing, but being so transparent seemed to crush him even more.

Aries: I don't want you as a valet or a manager or, like a member of Wild Hearts. I want you on the roster. I want you destroying ego's again by making guys tap out and getting a better pop then have of what we got going for us right now.

Emily: You don't think I tried that? That I showed up at Koga's office and was instantly asked "Hey, so does this mean Sean's coming back too?" Everytime I brought up a contract negotiation all they wanted was you. I wasn't a wrestler to them anymore. I was your girlfriend. I was a prop. Do you have any idea how that feels? To finally see that the only way I was viewed in this business was as an accessory? It killed me Sean. I refuse to drag myself back down to that level. Do you know what I've witnessed since you've been gone and I've been traveling?

Aries: A lack of a tag division and a champion who barely shows up?

Emily: I've seen what feels like a dozen girls get put with the "LOL IM CRAZY" gimmick who don't actually step into that ring and show it. Just a bunch of Harley Quinn rip offs and girls who skip around the ring like that's supposed to mean anything. Like I said.. I was a prop. So I did what YOU would have done. I went to the first company who wanted me as a wrestler. I landed a decent gig here, I got myself a great apartment in So Cal, and now I live how I want to live and it's been such a blissful thing. No parodies of me, no saltlords like Gemma Cuntaward, just.. wrestling. It's heaven.

Aries: You made your point, you don't need to rub it in that your life has gotten better. I've been a wreck since you left and I can't deal with the blame anymore. Getting you back into PRW was only half the reason I came here.

...I really just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. In person.

I'm sorry for trying to tell you how to live your life, and that you couldn't pursue what you've worked your whole life for. I'm sorry I even considered comparing you other women in my life. I couldn't live with myself if I let you go without trying to make this right. I know you are better then half the roster and you deserve that credit. Fuck Koga. Koga gave Matt Logan creative control, and thought it was a good idea to book a show outside in North Carolina in January. Just because he's behind the desk doesn't mean his philosophy is always right. Hell, that might be a reason Saeki kicked him in the mouth.


Emily: I'd pay good money to get a copy of that security tape..

Aries: Amelia, I can't apologize enough for how I acted. If you can find it in yourself to forgive me, for being the absolute worst to you. I... I can deal with that. If I never see you again, and we never cross paths. I can live with knowing it's my fault. I want you back in PRW because you belong there. You belong there more than I do right now. But if this is your decision.. I'll get out of this car and head back east...

Emily leaned into the back seat and cupped Sean's cheek, forcing him to make eye contact for the first time since the moment during her match. He could see her going over the proposition, but Sean knew what she was doing.

She was letting him down easy.

Emily: Like I said.. you still mean a lot to me. I've thought about you every day, and I'm willing to move forward from this for closure, on both our ends. But like I said, don't expect to see me anytime soon in that damn company. You should probably get back home, what you did was sweet but... Sean you didn't think we'd just.. patch this up and do it all over again.. did you?

Sean choked. He choked worse than Billy Cundiff kicking a clutch field goal, worse than The Minnesota Vikings at the Super Bowl. He just couldn't bring himself to say it. Sean had endured a lot in his career. He could recall having splinter after splinter picked out of his back after getting thrown through a table. He could remember when medical teams had to pick bits of broken glass out of his eye. He could replay the first time his MCL tore like it was his favorite movie.. but nothing stung like the rejection he was bearing.

Aries: No.. but it was worth a shot.

Emily: ...I think you should go find Nebraska and get back to where your needed. I'm fine here, on my own.

Sean could only nod solemnly, clicking his teeth as Emily finally popped the child safety lock and let him free. Curtailing around the building, Sean set off to find Nebs before she got herself in trouble with a peddler. Hands in his pockets, replaying the last few minutes in his head and questioning whether or not it the trip was all worth it...

End.
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