WIth Summer/Slam happening tonight, he looked out the window of his hotel room. His role on the show was to be special guest referee for the big CM Punk vs Drew McIntyre match. He felt a warm body come behind him, chuckling softly. "Hey, you. I hope I didn't wake you or anything?" He asked smiling.
Plot: Jon is having a hard time trying to keep the thoughts of drinking away after being sober for two years. He's sitting in a bar staring at a bottle of Whiskey he ordered when (your character) interrupts;
Open Starter for Female Muses | WWE and/or AEW Edition
Chosen Muse: Dominic Angel-Wetherly
"I'm going to be brutally honest with you. I never quite understood people's fascination with professional wrestling. My Dad is a massive fan of the sport and has been for many years. What I do understand is that it's a generation thing where someone in your family likes something so much and then it gets passed down to our children and grandchildren. It's the same thing with comic books, a TV show, a movie, or even a book series. And, I don't know if this happened by accident or whatever, but I walked into my godmother watching it one night and I decided to watch it with her and see what it's all about. Not long after that, I was hooked and I've been a fan ever since."
Dominic took a moment to smile at the woman sitting across from him. He couldn't tell for certain if she was listening or if she got bored by his ramblings. He doesn't ramble much but it doesn't change the enjoyment of a friendly conversation.
"So...yeah. That's my story. Well, part of it actually but I'm sure yours is much more fascinating than mine."
after what happened on raw, liv was ready for anything at this point. she walked around backstage until she saw a familiar face. she walked over to them slowly with caution because she was a little nervous. she was the first one to strike up a conversation as she needed to talk. " do you think i went to far with attacking rhea? i don't think you did. she hurt my tag team partner. " maybe she was hoping they would tell her something she needed to hear.
after she'd walked behind the curtain after dom's match with cody, demi had quickly made her way to the locker room to shower and change into a pair of black skinny jeans and one of her black t-shirts along with a pair of sneakers before taking off to find the quietest corner to watch jey's match.
as the bell rang, she'd let out a sound of surprise and felt a surge of pride course through her. she waited about 20 minutes before going off to find him, coming to a stop when she spotted him exiting the locker room. lips curled into a wide smile as she made her way over to him, ❛ that was a beautiful match, jey. ❜ the pride she felt for him showing clearly on her face. he'd done one hell of a job and he did the damn thing, showing everyone he was the one.
For so long, he was always known as a tag team wrestler so for him to finally have a chance to be a singles champion was an opportunity that he never that he would get. Sitting down on a crate backstage, still not believing it was real. He heard the footsteps approaching, a grin comes over his face. "Comin' by the celebrate, huh?!" The Samoan said, grinning.
“What do you think are the odds that I can sneak in some Monday Football watching during Raw tonight?” Colby laughs, looking up from sitting down at the edge of the bed.
open to: m/f/nb, anyone! @indiestarter
muse (for non mutuals): natalya neidhart, 40, wrestler
relationship: friend, significant other, another gym addict, anything really!
plot: Nat is simply working out, doing a part her usual workout routine --- doing it flawlessly, in a pair of heels
She was in the zone. Pumping iron and doing squats with a heavy barbell on her shoulders while letting out breaths during and between each rep. No distractions, no excuses, her body had to be in shape always. The other individual made a comment, making Nattie take a mini break, setting the barbell on the floor gently. “What? Never seen a woman exercise in heels before? You look impressed, or intimidated. Or both.”