#kayfabe tbt.

[cltclgcy]

@nightmvrerhvdes , smashed the heart.

the smell of fingernail polish gradually fills the air of the faction locker room. plain nails become lacquered in charcoal, preparing for the next show. finleigh is determined to make the nxt women's division tremble with fear, and rise for the judgment day. another's presence is sensed, makes a pinprick feeling creep up her arms. brief glance afforded to the doorway, faintest hint of smirk coming upon pale, youthful countenance. " hello, champ! " dark shaded eyes roll back into her head, playful yet sinister pout as she considered him. " if you're looking for mum, she's not here yet. "

[cltclgcy]

it seems that the older the child gets, the more determined she is to make her family proud. and when she feels she's fallen short, it's difficult to not take it personally. nothing quite compares to her mother's comfort in these times of doubt. low mewl of contentment as she leans into the touch, feeling just how truly cherished she is. forever, she would count herself fortunate to have becky as her parent. auburn lashes fan as she blinks up at her, featherlight touch of fingertips upon countenance painted in faint freckles. lips purse outward into unsure pout, cerulean hues resembling the devil all her father turning down to occupy themselves with their shoes. finleigh finally lets out a breath, shrugging.

" ... thanks, mum. " a beat, shift of gaze to meet her coffee orbs. truth be told, her insecurity stems from a place of perceived inadequacy. though her family and coaches at nxt alike had praised her excellence in and out of the ring, the youngest superstar of the wwe's history still plagues herself with the misconception that she isn't good enough. oh, what a shame! because she'd be the blueprint for the next generation of greats. " i don't know, i just ... don't t'ink i'm doin' too good in practice lately, ya know? and the last thing i wan' t' do is let ya down. "

@cltclgcy said : " all i ever wanted was to make you proud, mum. "

steady hands reach out to card through her daughter's hair , soft smile warm on her lips as thumbs drag affectionately across the girl's cheek bones . her existence alone is enough to have her chest swelling with pride . when she questions herself , questions anything that she's done , she looks at finleigh and knows that every choice has brought her to this moment , led her to being this girl's mother . there's not a moment she would change , not a mistake she would skip out of fear that she'd lose this . the girl is her entire world , her reason for fighting .

" hey , now ... " one hand moves away from the other's face to rest on her shoulder . " i'm always proud'a ya . what's gotten into tha' noggin a'yers that has you thinkin' anything less ? "

[blbcabelts]

@b3llalution , total divas.

" aye, listen . . . " black lacquered fingertips tap on dinner table, chestnut hues rolling back into her head. the food seems a little nicer, too nice, than she's used to. the not so average average girl is accustomed to dingy, smoke filled pubs. not five star restaurants where the portions definitely don't match the prices. but, as foreign as it feels, she's still so immensely glad to be invited. becky isn't typically included in the girls' reindeer games. she never took offense, but when nikki invited her, she accepted. " _ can't always be the comedic relief, lass. but i love takin' a good crack at it! " a beat, breaths expelled as laughter settles. palm finds her upper arm, sincerity in her gaze. " thanks f'r invitin' me. was starting to think ye lot didn't like me anymore. " a pout follows. she's only half joking.

[fadedglcry]

continued   ›   @biitterend

                              brown eyes roll up at the  snippy  attitude from the brit, letting his hand go lax in pete's grip. he hadn't expected a different reaction. nor was he disappointed his estimation was correct. it got him the attention he wanted, after all.      "  relax, yeah?  "      his voice is  light and teasing  , tight smile pulling at chapped lips.      "  why so tense?  "

[fadedglcrya]

continued.   //   @thcdisreputable

                               he rocks on the balls of his feet. hands clasped behind his back and a blank expression. of course , on the inside , he was anything  but  . too many thoughts and a racing heart , softened by the soothing rhythm of tides washing over shore before slinking back into the ocean. a feeling he'd grown accustomed to anytime his  ' rival '  was near.   " i don't  THINK  it ,  ospnya  , you of all should know that i do know. "   hands move out from behind his back to gently trace three lines on the brit's cheek. the memory of the drawn-on whiskers still fresh in his mind.   " why do you pretend otherwise? hm? are you afraid they won't accept you? "

[cltclgcy]

the gym is packed with fellow talent, the scents of sweat and turmoil filling nostrils left far more sensitive by demonic intent. cerulean hues find themselves fixated upon anna, the queen slayer. how unfortunate for her, the extraordinarily young and talented athlete is no queen. rather, something far worse. she's a monster, a creature shrouded in the darkness that truly encompasses THE JUDGMENT DAY. sunlight which once streamed through large windows of the establishment fades, dimming into various grays, thunder crackling across the sky. orbs roll back into her head, menacing laughter causing creases to her dimpled smile. freckled features remain fixated upon her, arms crossing above the sweat-slicked, chiseled abs she'd likely inherited from her father.

" good, at least ye' know already. " irish cadence filling the space between them. soon, arms then fall so that palms can rest at her hips, sauntering forward. it's almost as if the darkness follows her as she comes in closer to the blonde's proximity. it quite literally emanates from the depths beneath their feet. wicked laughter once more bellows from her chest, this time a mirror of the woman she revered like an aunt, THE ERADICATOR. a falsified pout. an audible scoff. " by all means, " a gesture forward dramatically as she half bows. " ... queen slayer. " it's meant as a taunt. " why don't we make this interesting? " ah, if only this was the ring.

@cltclgcy sent: ❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜ ( anna x finleigh )

everybody trains here. it makes sense that anna would be here. the bad thing was ? that meant it wasn't out of the question for finleigh to be there either. her words cause anna's head to snap in that direction, blonde hair swishes around, eyebrow raised, she'd recognize that voice anywhere ( how unfortunate, ) " right, " she rolls her eyes, takes a sip from her water bottle, and pulls her headphones down to her neck, " because i'm in your way. " she gives a look of contempt, the same one she always gives when having a conversation with her. " can you please just let me finish my workout, i'm not in the mood for you today. "

[wickedhearts]

☆ ° .  ––   @thunderbxstxrd  →  💜

The incessant knocking is what startles him awake, practically falling out of bed in an attempt to get up. Whoever would make him get out of bed, stumbling down the hallway in a half-asleep haze just to get to the door, this late at night probably wasn’t someone who deserved his time right now, but Kota’s never been one to turn down another in need. Unless the one in question happens to be an intoxicated Zack S.abre Jr, if the slurred shout was anything to go by, then he could say no. In less than twenty four hours Zack’s going to be twisting him into a pretzel, seeing him before then could cause some bad mojo. Bringing him into his home definitely would.

But it’s cold out there, too late for Zack to keep walking about in his state. So, he opens the door and looks the Brit over, almost skeptically but overly fond.

“ If I promise to talk to you about your Jesus Christ, will you stop shouting? You’re going to wake up my neighbors. ”  The sudden gush of chilled wind causes goosebumps to rise along his skin, kicking himself for not grabbing his robe, arms crossing over his chest in an attempt to shield himself. Kota turns his back to the door, gesturing for the other to come inside.   “ Unless you’re talking about Suzuki, then I’ll have to pass. ”

[cltclgcy]

@eatsleepbleed , for auntie rhea .

it takes a village to raise a child, but a demon? it takes a particularly unique set of individuals, the judgment day. the young irish american had just unleashed a brand of hell upon the nxt women's division. a slew of injured bodies lay in her wake as the eradicator's theme booms through the sound system. wicked smile turns to face her, falling to her knees in exhaustion. " i did it, " hands tremble as they clutch the title, well fought, well earned. yet again, the faction's holding gold.

[currentace-blog]

    strange. a simple term to define his CURRENT situation. ( you’re to go and mend wounds ) what a definite status it seemed. to be a voice of new japan throughout the current PROBLEMS with omega and his motley crew. the rainmaker wasn’t exactly too sure, but voicing his opinions seemed - right “ your backstage moral seems.. low. “ it hadn’t been this bad in tna. what a horrible experience that was “  how do you.. cheer yourselfs up, hm? “

[topeconhiilo-aa-blog]

@thecompetitor || pete && imogen

his head tilts to the side as he watches her for a long moment before speaks.

             “looks worse than it is.”

[topeconhiilo-a-blog]

@britishstrong || tyler && pete

head lifts, eyes narrowing at the sight of the other man. arms fold across his chest, tongue darting across chapped lips before he speaks slowly. 

             “fuck you starin’ at mate?”

[zayniiac-blog]

@carpenvctem || deano & sami

    A small smile spreads across his face at the sight of the other man. He quickly crosses the distance between them, pulling the lunatic into a quick hug. Sami can’t help it. He genuinely missed seeing Dean every night. His smile turns shy, almost embarrassed as his hand lifts to scratch at his beard. 

      “SORRY man. I just uh---kinda missed you.”

[fadedglcrya]

☆ ° .  »  ——   continued   :   @fateendured !

                                            " that's what they say. "   what doesn't kill you makes you stronger , and all that jazz.   " but that depends on how you measure strength   ——   how much you can handle everything that's thrown at you , or how far you can push yourself until you break. "   right now , tetsuya didn't particularly care for either. every joint in his body's   SCREAMING   with agony , knees barely able to hold him upright. but the pain's getting to him , affecting his psyche , making him crave more. and kat; she doesn't know what he's going through , and he hopes she never will , but she knows   pain   better than most. it's a strange alliance they're forming , but it's slowly becoming one he depends on.   " though i'm not feeling any stronger right now. all it's doing is making me want a nap. or a drink. "

[cltclgcy]

@toinfinityx , liked.

" do . . . " a beat. brow furrows as sorrow causes slight quiver of bottom lip. fingers move to tuck auburn locks behind ear. " - do ye t' ink i got what it takes to be champion? "

[topeconhiilo-aa-blog]

@av3ngersassvmble || happy birthday old man

every time seth sees hunter, he wants nothing more than to cave the old man’s skull in. the smug look on his face, the way that SMIRK spreads wide and his eyes sparkle as he ruins the company, ruins lives like he ruined seth’s ---it takes all of the kingslayer’s control to keep himself from doing serious harm to hunter.

but today was the old man’s birthday, so it was different. it was almost like he felt OBLIGATED to be nice to the old man. it sucked. so he walked up  to hunter, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, thinking over his words before he finally spoke.

         “Happy birthday asshole.”

[cltclgcy]

everything was perfect, it just had to be. her long, auburn locks are pristine, not a single strand out of place. black mascara and thick eyeliner causes ocean eyes ... her father's eyes surrounded by every other bit her beloved matriarch. ... to pop. peach petals find themselves painted a pretty cherry shade, slowly upturned into a radiant smile. as tedious and at times, annoying the extra tact and attention could be, she bares it as if it's her teeth. she is simply itching to sink them into flesh. time to devour them whole. she's a mix of demon and rocky balboa-like heart. A LETHAL COMBINATION.

indeed, becky had faced a myriad of monsters in her day, whether it'd been team bella, alexa bliss, damage control, trish stratus, liv morgan, nia jax, or her own personal troubles with the judgment day in years' past. finleigh has her own. they all have their misconceptions: too young, too small, riding the coattails of her family's legacy. after all, cody's correct in the fact that wrestling has more than one royal family. she's so determined to prove everyone wrong about her. she's ready to unleash all manner of hell upon nxt. nervously, she rocks upon heels of boots. here comes the reckoning.

" thanks, mum. " she murmurs softly as she takes her position in the gorilla. not so distant sound of the crowd fuels her. it's enough to give her goosebumps. there's a determination upon visage not often seen. it's a whole other animal entirely. " i'm gonna make ya proud. "

@cltclgcy sent: " we can face these monsters together . "

a small smile on her face, the sense of pride you only get from being someone's mother. becky's hands absently work on her daughter's appearance, a nervous tick she had picked up from her own mother ( something she hated, really, not sure why she did it to her daughter. ) smoothing over hair and straightening clothes, she just can't help it. knows how much this means and would hate for finleigh to feel this was an opportunity wasted, " maybe, " that smile doesn't fade — gets bigger, if anything. " but i've faced a few, and you will always have your own monsters, i'm just here to watch and help you kick ass. "