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Post by Vince McMahon on Jan 5, 2014 21:14:38 GMT -5
Match One: Demmie Mae vs. Triana (c)
Thy WWE Television Title
Women competitors here in Thy WWE have always been in an uphill battle, seen as second compared to their male counterparts, but never really able to given the chance to earn their own spotlight due to the fact that there are so few of them who are able to stick around. Demmie Mae and Triana have been slowly and steadily proving to be the exceptions to this rule as their short lived series of matches late last year stole the show and saw a new Television Champion get crowned. After winning the belt, Triana requested and was given time off to handle "personal circumstances", but it didn't stop the fact that Demmie was entitled to her deserved rematch, and now she gets it....on the biggest stage of them all. This night is where immortals are showcased and legacies are forged, will these two battle hardened divas still the show once again? Guess we will have to wait and see.
RP BELOW!
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Post by ☆Demmi-Mae☆ on Jan 15, 2014 19:36:01 GMT -5
~~~~~ Scene 1 ~~~~~
 (Demmie's Onesie)
.:.☆Ms Mae☆.:.
”Winters crisp comes hells fury, fighting from within, dreams are made, life styles are shattered, smiles be broken, hell be frozen, yet morning comes and tears flow deep, championship regained and the little girl weeps.”
Huddled up on the balcony Demmie looks out once more, her match obviously on her mind, yet she has no hurry to get there. Drinking from her warm mug, she continues to look out at the world, finding comfort in watching instead of living in the fast world. Her face relaxed at the quietness immediately surrounding her. Thinking back to herself wearing and holding the belt she seeks to regain causes a smile to glisten across her face and her eyes to sparkle with inner happiness. Away from the ring, away from the world, away from the fighting, she is happy, she is content, she is quiet, she is at peace!
~~~~~ Scene 2 ~~~~~
.:.☆Ms Mae☆.:.
”Dress me up now, plait my hair, chaos be rid now I must go. Watch me now, pose me now, creating memories that will go. Let me go now, let me finish, back to reality here I go. Turn up here now, turn up there, back to work I must go. Stop a sec now, do my hair, head to the ring now I must go. Hit me now, punch me now, and quickly duck now here I go. One the amazement, two the happiness, three the championship here I go!”
Again talking in no particular order and yet with more cockiness, Demmie's devilish dark colour has returned to her eyes, not caring for the world but instead showing her main focus is on her match. Demmie shakes her head before a familiar smirk appears on her face.
.:.☆Ms Mae☆.:.
”I am not one to wish for things to hurry but this match could not come sooner, Triana is going to get it and that belt is back mine too.”
Yet once more talking to herself Demmie then leaves the warehouse smirking and being cocky once more compared to the happy peaceful girl on the balcony. No sooner had she left, then did a couple of kids all wearing similar fashion run up to her, for although she was a heel and a damn right bitch she was their favourite.
Um Demmie, may we have your autograph please?
The devilish smile still on her face Demmie nodded, she then quickly signs the pictures that are handed to her.
We can't wait for your match Demmie.
We can't, we can't!
You belong as champ Demmie.
You do, you do!
The little girl out of the two was obviously a lot younger but still loved Demmie, Demmie relaxes her face and smiles at the kids.
.:.☆Ms Mae☆.:.
”I do you are right, and come the pay per view I shall be again, you tell your mom and dad that they must let you watch, because Triana has nothing on me, she has only won one stupid match and has achieved nothing, you kids shall see, I will gain my belt back!”
Smiling at the fans Demmie then walks away into the chaos surrounding her that is the rest of the world that is life moving on.
~~~~~ Scene 3 ~~~~~
Opening up in the gym, Demmie is seen pounding away at the punching bag with the darkness in her eyes and music pounding in her ears, Demmie continues hitting the bag with bare fists cracking the skin as the knuckles connect, her pace fastens until suddenly she stops catching her breath before pulling her phone and answering it.
.:.☆Ms Mae☆.:.
”Hey, sí veo sé que tengo no, lo sé, sí. Sí es Triana. No te preocupes por eso voy a golpearla, confía en mí, la chica no es nada como yo, ella no es talentoso y ni ella tienen la fuerza física que yo, la chica ganó un partido que no es nada. Sí, mira Xavy Lo sé, lo sé, pero veo todavía voy a golpearla. Tú eres bueno. Mira nos vemos en el hotel por la mañana tengo que seguir todo el día que tienes todo el día libre? ¿Lo es? Bueno, así voy a verlos a los dos y algún momento de mañana usted más que él. Gracias. Sí lo haré, Yo también te quiero. Sí bien bien, soy lo suficientemente fuerte y lo suficientemente cuidarme grande y yo puedo destruir chicas como ella como si fueran palillos de dientes. Okay. yo veré más tarde.”
(Hey, yes look I know I haven't, I know, Yes. Yeah it is Triana. Don't worry about it I am going to beat her, trust me, the girl is not anything like me, she is not talented and nor does she have the brawn to beat me, the girl won one match she is nothing. Yes, look Xavy I know, I know, But see I am still going to beat her. You are good. Look meet me at the hotel in the morning I have to be followed all day you got all day free? He is? Good well I shall see you both and some point tomorrow you more than him. Thanks. Yes I will, Love you too. Yes okay okay, I am strong enough and big enough to look after myself and I can destroy girls like her as if they are toothpicks. Okay. Well I shall see you later.)
Smiling and putting her phone back in her pocket Demmie smiles before slamming her knuckles back into the punching bag and continuing to work out her muscles.
~~~~~ Scene 4 ~~~~~
First thing in the morning and after a long arse flight Demmie is seen, coming out of her hotel room. Walking down the hall she is bombarded by a mowhawked man wearing goth makeup and as he wraps his arms around her everyone including the camera man who turned up to film and take pictures of Demmie could see it was Xavy.
.:.The Prince.:.
’So where is you going? Getting ready for your match this early?’
.:.☆Ms Mae☆.:.
”Hell no! I am going shopping for an outfit. You come?”
.:.The Prince.:.
’Sure why not, Col will be about the streets somewhere.’
Nodding Demmie then drags Xavy down stairs and through to the mall. Stopping in the first shop she gets she proceeds to try on different outfits. Moving in and out dancing about to the music her devilish ways once more gone as if like they were a mere whisper.
.:.The Prince.:.
’So Wrestlemania huh? In a high profile match for the second year in a row?’
.:.☆Ms Mae☆.:.
”I know what a crazy yeah, last time I was here was with Brian by my side the Knights all happy and well yeah, that isn't the case now.”
.:.The Prince.:.
’I saw you flip out on them care to explain thought they were friends not foes?’
.:.☆Ms Mae☆.:.
”That they were till they put me in middle, fuck that shit!”
Xavy laughs as Demmie's eyes darken again, her mood rapidly changing as per setting leading up to her championship match.
.:.The Prince.:.
’So this chicka your facing what's she like?’
.:.☆Ms Mae☆.:.
”You want me to shoot on her whilst I'm picking an outfit in the middle of the mall?”
Demmie shouts over the door laughing at her brothers insistence on getting information out of her.
.:.The Prince.:.
’Sure why not, it's different I suppose.’
.:.☆Ms Mae☆.:.
”Xavy you were always the weird one, as for the chicka, she is a little known slut who fluke won and then fucked off crying. She knows as soon as she steps in that ring I will be getting my revenge, my belt and my dignity back. The girl may have talked the talk before but please tonight I am on the biggest stage of them all, I won last Wrestlemania and I will win this year. I'll make it 2-0 and she will be history like all the other sluts I have beaten. Vengeance shall be mine tonight as she faces off against the darkest bitch of them all. I have beaten girls and destroyed careers and tonight that is what shall happen once more, I am sick to death of being looked at as the weak one from the Knights and a weak champion, if anyone is weak it is that bitch. I mean who goes home crying their eyes out scarred?
When I won that belt I gave it meaning, I defended it week in week out and was a damn good champion, nearly caught up to Brian's record for holding it. What has she done except sit at home with her feet up? What have I done since I lost that belt? I have destroyed more people, won more matches and wrestled near enough every damn week.
Demmie Mae is not doing this anymore, I am one of the best and tonight the amount of pain and torture Miss Triana is going to go through will prove once more I am a deadly threat. I am done playing little games with the first matchers. I am done jumping up and down. This bitch is going to get it, she will get my wrath and tonight in that ring, she will wish she never EVER met me.
When I strike I am a toxic I shut your body down and do not leave until you are dead and Triana is going to feel that. I don't care if she jumps up and down says every damn thing there is too say tonight she walks into a fight as a little lamb into my slaughter house. This is my night, my ring and my belt and I don't give a fuck what she says. No true champion ever leaves without defending the belt, no true champion cries home, no true champion is a pussy bitch. No a true damn fucking champion is like myself someone who wishes they could go home, but doesn't, someone who wishes to relax but gets in the ring every night. Someone who wishes to smile at the fans sign millions of autographs and be either the most loved or most hated but guess what a true champion does instead? It makes every single night the best night, every single match the best match and they do not care whether they are the most loved or hated, because they know you are talking about them and their match. You are talking about them, their belt and their moves. That is what makes a true champion and tonight Thy gets their champion back, no more pussy bitch who runs home. They get a defending, death loving, bone breaking, damn bitch who goes out every night and shows these fans that WOMEN the very few that can, can still wrestle just as well as the boys unlike my opponent!”
By this point and after many breaths Demmie had in anger tried on each outfit, taken a picture of each and chosen one for the night. Xavy is stood with an astonished face as is the camera man as Demmie comes out from the changing room. The colour slowly refilling her eyes. Shrugging Demmie looks confused.
”What? You said to shoot so I shot?”
Xavy just laughs as Cole who had arrived just in time to hear his sister but hadn't said anything in case of her wrath aimed at him clapped his hands. The staff in the store and the customers all starred at Demmie as if from another planet.
.:.☆Ms Mae☆.:.
”So maybe I don't like the bitch so what?”
Shrugging Demmie grabs her outfit pays and leaves, leaving behind a group of starring people.
~~~~~ Scene 5 ~~~~~
Sat upon her perch as per usual Demmie looks about taking notice of more people than normal below her. Dressed in her attire for this evening smiling her dark eyes glisten at the light below. Thinking about her match and the dismemberment of Triana, smirking at the thought of blood and her eyes lighting up at the thought of her belt once more being hers. But yet there is more of a playful side that has come out to play through posing and chilling all week. Demmie quietly begins to sing:
.:.☆Ms Mae☆.:.
”And so I like to smile and I love to play.
And maybe kiss someone else today.
So I like to drink and I like to dance.
Turn a party upside down if I have a chance.
Do you have to tell me this is all so wrong?
Did you have to make it take so long?
'Cuz I don't give a fuck.
And you're out of luck.
You can't tell me what to do.
'Cuz I'm-a have my way.
Get out of my way,
Gotta do what gets me through.
So the last thing I'll ever do is deal with you.
I rock and roll, but I don't fall.
I take a risk, without losing it all.
So fuck your rules, I'll make my own tonight.
Wake up in the morning and feel alright.
Do you have to tell me this is all so wrong?
Did you have to make it take so long?
'Cuz I don't give a fuck.
And you're out of luck.
You can't tell me what to do.
'Cuz I'm-a have my way.
Get out of my way,
Gotta do what gets me through.
So the last thing I'll ever do is deal with you.
My apologies. I'm not trying to spite.
You need to realize, that you don't have the right.
So if you can't accept me for me, then you can't have me at all.
It's your loss, I'm standing tall.
I don't give a fuck and you're out of luck.
You can't tell me what to do.
'Cuz I'm-a have my way.
Get out of my way,
Gotta do what gets me through.
So the last thing I'll ever do is deal with you.
So the last thing I'll ever do is deal with you.”
Giggling at this Demmie then gets up smiling before heading off into the darkness her words slipping from her mouth that of earlier in the week, now prepped and ready to go, as Demmie trails off into the darkness.
.:.☆Ms Mae☆.:.
”Winters crisp comes hells fury, fighting from within, dreams are made, life styles are shattered, smiles be broken, hell be frozen, yet morning comes and tears flow deep, championship regained and the little girl weeps.”
Status//Finished
Tagged//Triana
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Credit//bella__swan Of Caution 2.0
Notes//Wrestlemania bitches!!!!!!!!! |
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Post by Triana on Jan 15, 2014 23:12:15 GMT -5
TRIANA RP: The Comeback! Words: 3,322 ooc: Hope everyone likes this. {Soothing the Body}
Tresses of blonde hair would fall around the frame of my very lithe face, one shaped that lead down to a gentle arching neck. The tresses fell over my soft green eyes, I was sitting upon a stool wrapped in nothing but a large soft pink towel from my chest down to my knees. I let one thin well shaped arm reach out to a porcelain bath tub, my hands trickle atop the water as my fingers gently glide through surface.
“The basic pleasures of the flesh are usually taken for granted, my camera is set up to show the world me again. It is aimed on a stand right now so I can show this to all my thy wwe fans. You see the flesh is one to be focused upon, one that must be treated with proper care. Our bodies are fragile so we must be trained to do the things that we are capable of. But I wanted to show everyone this steaming bath for one reason. It is this simple basic warm water in a giant container larger enough to hold the human frame that keeps me content. It holds me in regard of healing, of warmth, it brings comfort to my form like no person can. This is how I partially prepare and recover from the stress of wrestling in a ring and getting beat down. Now I get that a lot of the people will be inquisitive they will question where has Triana been? Well my personal matters involved family, it involved me stepping aside from active duties to make sure someone I loved was taken care of. Now while that makes me look bad for hanging onto the television championship I completely apologize. But with all do respect you can all kiss my finely shaped ass for it is always family over business in my eyes. But that holds no difference right now and I have nothing to reconcile with anyone. Now back to the bath, it is soothing much like the way I feel about being in the ring. It is something that gives comfort, something that I enjoy. In short time before I took my leave I was rising to the heights that other women were having some problems with. But I love the ring I think of it as a soothing to relieve frustrations. In the bath I have my calm nature and the ring is my outlet of frustration but my mind stays in tact. I find a balance of all the different portions of my life. I refused to let one thing control or overtake the person that I am.”
I dip my fingers into the bath and taking a moment I cover the lens of the camera. I climb in unseen but it is heard, the noises of my steps into the tub as I sink down. The hand of mine moves back from the camera as only the bottom of my neck to the top of my head is seen now from the camera's angle. I would speak softly as found comfort in the warming bath.
“It is better for one to find the commodities that give them comfort for we all are only just moments away from out last chances these days. The world is shaped in view points as everyone who could look to the tub of water as a place of fear for drowning, a resolution to dirtiness, or even a place of relaxation where the mind can mold into a tranquil state of peace. Now as this is happening I want all of the fans watching this to know that I don't back from a challenge nor do I forget what has transpired. I find that Demmie wants the gold back, in her mind it could look as if I ran away with the belt. But I am here now to correct that false accusation before more words spread of desertion of Triana. Wrestlemania has been the stage that was set for me to return upon so Demmie is able to get her rematch, I told Vince the first thing I wanted to do was resolve any problems that may have arisen before I took my sudden leave. Now while others look to the first opening match I want you the fans to realize something. They are saying that there is no build up, that this match is just another stipulation upon the card to fill time. But if you look to the reality the build has done itself. Demmie has been waiting months now for her plausible rematch. The championship is no where in sight as Triana took it with her. Just a week before my return the locker room is in a bustle within the company wondering whatever happened to the title. They spoke saying Triana just took it and ran off. Now in all fairness I can see where not telling anyone else may have seemed selfish but by the words of Vincent Kennedy McMahon was I will handle it. So now here I am albeit in a tub before a group of possibly pervy fans. But Wrestlemania I come back with the belt still in my possession and I give Triana a rematch. It is not the most glorious of build up but look to the reasoning. Former champion worried and wondering where the rematch went to. Did her opponent really skip town with the intention of never coming back? That was the question and I've known the entirety of the time because here is my message. I am back and I am keeping what I earned. I will prove that it is upon the rightful place when the match comes into focus. But before I get that fire lit of competition I stay relaxed, I keep my mind focused on preparing.”
With that I reached up with one hand tapping the button on the camera letting the image of my shape fade from view. Those on thy wwe.com would see it when posted. I let my head lean back as I soaked in the warmth of the water against the softness of my skin as it calmed me into a state of bliss.
{Preparing the mind}
I stand before the a doorway in the middle of a field. I look to it and I walk over dressed in a white dress that flows all the way down to my ankles. Barefoot I walk through the lightly green blades, I stand there looking down as I kneel before the doorway.
“So an impromptu message to focus one's mind. Before this door I kneel, I find myself wondering what is to come and what is on the other side. This is the door that stands in the way of you Demmie, this is the door into my head. For I am one of a flawless mind. I prefer to see the beauty around me, I prefer to see the beauty of the world and I see it in everything that I can. But are you willing to see inside the mind of your opponent to reclaim what it is you lost or are you of the the people that falters at the sight because you are afraid to know what your opponent is thinking? My place shows peace but the doors are just one stage can you survive in my mentality? I am all sweet and mellow as this day shows. This green of grass, this fresh looking era is a part of my mind because it offers up the simplest of self expression that is warmth.”
I stand up letting the dress swish from one side to the other as I walk forth, my hips causing it. I reach out a hand and I open the door it leads down a wooden stairway, tattered are the steps broken in spots looking rustic and old.
“The path though isn't always the strongest because we all try to break away from the darkness that resides in us, This stairway is my own personal gap it holds no matter what it has been through. In that regard it is a representation of my own will. It can be damaged, it can be shattered to an extent but it will never fully be destroyed it will always brace the impact.”
I put my hands out to both sides to hold onto the railings they are not like the steps themselves they are polished, preen with shine. Hands gliding along like touching the softness of freshly polished oak. Coming to the base of the steps my feet touch solid ground, pavement of some sort beneath them. The path ahead is a shrouded outline of darkness. Only off in the distance before my eyes is the television championship hanging in the middle. It seems the shine of the gold hangs in the darkness as a beacon to follow. I take a few steps to the dark entry way. I find myself moving toward the ground, I sit Indian style legs crossed over one another as I draw breath looking to the gold in the center.
“There it is Demmie in the middle of my own mind. Although some may wonder why is such a thing the focal point of my own mind. Well let me explain it this way. Not a lot of people seem to think the television championship should be around any more because the roster size is nothing but dwindling ranks. But to me the gold means I have gotten a championship under my belt already. It symbolizes a fact of future success based off this one. I want you to think about that Demmie because there is members of the locker room taking this title as just another match like it doesn't matter. I don't care the title to me the value is the same it is a material possession that show's worth in one's own ability. That is what the television championship stands for just as much as the world championship. It is okay if suits or fools do not see it because I can open my eyes to the truth while waving away the nay Sayers easily. But now with that truth mentioned you know why the title shines for me in my mind, why it seems to be my center. That is the same light that draws you but what is it that awaits Demmie in the shadows?”
I move upon hands and knees into the darkness not saying a word as my voice carries throughout the walls of this dark underground territory.
“This darkness to you is my natural talent, my trained ability. It is the unseen of what you have not faced. It is the uncertainty of your chances. This darkness is the unknown for you because anything could be happening. You have only seen some of what my ability is capable of. That is true to the point but I want you to know something I can easily go from light to dark in a snap.”
With that I snapped my fingers I was back in the field on the outside of the door but this time draped over my shoulder was the television championship. I would grab it and kneel down placing it at the door, I would let it sit there as a reminder to Demmie as I skipped away with a smile over my lips. I had jaunted my whimsical ways now. I picked up flowers as I skipped as if a child in a wave of happiness would let the warmth overtake them.
{Emotional Reasoning}
I take a moment a bed of roses at my feet, I kneel before a grave marker. My eyes show tears, they are falling upon a dirt patch. My fingers held close to my stomach, I wore a black dress that went to my knees, the rain started down upon me drenching me. My hair became matted and the tears were not seen through the rain.
“A dash of hope, a dash of dreams, scattered souls within this place. I find myself fallen and nothing but tears upon my face, These marks upon my soul is regret of time lost, People say we have all the time in the world but what is the cost?,
I find myself yearning for days gone by a forgotten past, Trying to find a hope that will last, These shadows draped around my head are festering continuously, Like I am chained unable to fathom how it feels to be free, I beg for a chance to shine with light, But it is in this sorrow I must fight,Someone as me is desperate for change, this argument I cannot rearrange,There is no lost implications, just suffering in degradations, This grave is marked and I mourn the life dwindled down, But I still stand a girl who chooses to defend her crown. I quiver and shake when I think of my own grave how I will be remembered. Where will the winds scatter my ashes and who will truly stay, from this path of success I shall not stray, for all those at my wake I pray. This grave is a loved one lost that I held dearly, I mourn them so much yearly. I do this for all I've had to lose through out my time on earth. For from ashes to ashes I made sure for me and them my dream gave birth. That is to be as I am happy with my choices of being a competitor.”
My hand touched the name, Arielle Veratos. The name of my mother, I felt a hand upon my shoulder. I looked up realizing it was that of my cousin Charles. He helped gather me up as my lips kissed the top of her tombstone as I rose. I let the tears fall unseen even as I became drenched, Charles waited for me holding me close so I would not fall in my spell of emotion. I looked up to my cousin and asked him a question.
“When does it all come full circle?”
He took a moment wrapped me in a hug. I kept my head against him, feeling his heart beat as the words escaped his lips.
“When you make the biggest part of your own dream come to life. You have the same passion for things you seek to achieve as your mother did. You have the same drive, the same ability to go that extra mile. I know memorial of her death is yearly but that is each year that you have to make sure you will live for the next moment. Take Wrestlemania for instance, would your mother really want you crying or preparing to fight against any odds? I spent a lot of time with you as kids. I was there your mother was my only aunt that let me be around. You have the same beauty and ability as she does. The same ability to grasp the attention of people to make them stop and take a second look. I can't wipe the slate and tell you everything will be okay Triana. What I can tell you is that your mother above with God is watching over you, guiding you upon the right course of action in which you choose to take. Your fight in thy wwe in with Demmie you showcased the ability you have, but most of all you kept your word and were able to show the heart that beats within your chest. The heart of a determined young woman wanting to make a bigger impact upon a man's world.”
I took a moment and I nodded.
“I know that I can handle Demmie there is no doubt of that but with all the things that have come up. I mean Charles you just got out of the hospital and nearly lost your own life. Can I truly focus if everything around me falls to pieces while I am doing so? I have no fear of Demmie but what if my own mentality slips, what if my emotions overcome the calmness of me?”
He offered a smile to me warming as it was I waited to see what words would protrude forth.
“Look Triana it is as it has always been you are strong as you can be. You will not falter as you are doing this for more than yourself. The love of your family, even your mother above is instilled within your heart. So with that said it is on you to understand that the emotions will not tread on future plans. Demmie is well respected in thy wwe as anyone who watches knows. But you came in, you won matches and even showed skill at Ascension in the rumble. I am proud of you and that path continues at Wrestlemania the grand stage so pull yourself together and know you are better than anyone else. You are progressing still now progress on giving everyone all that you are. I will be in the crowd watching my cousin kick some ass.”
With that he parted the hug and headed for the car, I waved goodbye to my mother's grave as I ran letting my heels click onto the concrete of the road once I caught up. I knew then my emotions were of no bother for I just had to remember why I was being so strong, so ready.
{Defending more than a belt}
Ring gear across my form from the white and silver tights that encased my legs to the top that just covered my bosom which matches the bottom. The silver shines with my name on my back showing Triana in cursive writing dotted in a light pink. I let the title sit upon its own chair and I find a camera before my face. I softly look to the floor as I sit near the belt with both of us in the shot.
“It is never easy. Last time I was on the other side of things stating why I just wanted to wear gold. But now I realize it is beyond such trivial things. Don't get me wrong I am always grateful for what I have been given. Although now to me it is defending my name, defending the fact that I am not done here in thy wwe. My break was brief but as I stated prior people have judgment. I will stamp out those who do by winning. I am defending not just the title but I am defending myself as well. From my view point Demmie it is like you are champion all over again because you don't have to defend your name. I will come out on top because I find understanding in the idea that I don't have everything to gain or lose. It is a humbling effect upon my soul and mind. This puts me at ease, now whether we find a stable understanding between the two of us in the future that matters not at all. I give these last words it is Wrestlemania, it is a fight on both sides for my love of letting th world know I am real has never been stronger. Reach to the depths of your being, be as free as a butterfly if you can. I will be because even the smallest of creatures can cast out the most darkness. Wings apart and ready to strike, I am defending more than a belt. I am defending my honor, my spirit, and my heart. Forever strong, forever ready.”
With that I would close my locker room door. I had to finish getting ready but mentally, emotionally, and physically I was set to begin my official defense. I Triana the television champion was prepared to risk it all to gain respect back in return. |
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