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CANCELLED.

_{During PE
Collab with @smarty0114 & @Universorum
Joy, Katie, Damian, & Connor}

Something dawned in Joy Darling’s mind as she put on her gym shirt in the girls’ locker room. She hadn’t brought her best friend, Katie Callaghan, up to speed with… everything. Popping her head out of the hole of her shirt, her cheeks shifted to a light pink as she looked at her friend standing in front of her, at the locker beside her. How should she go about this? What should she say? Katie probably already heard the rumors about her being on Damian’s hip the entirety of the New Year’s party. Scanning the room to make sure they were the last two left, Joy cleared her throat, before blurting, “I don’t think I’m a virgin anymore!” Was she completely sure? No. She blacked out. Her hands immediately went to cover her lips. She didn’t mean to be that loud.

Katie froze, mid way into changing into her PE shirt. She stood there, still for a moment, before finally pulling the shirt the rest of the way over her torso, and turning around to face Joy. One eyebrow cocked in an expression of intrigue, Katie gave her friend a long look before opening her mouth. ”I’m sorry, you don’t think? As in, you might be wrong?” Katie asked, the disbelief in her voice obvious. First off, if anyone would have placed a bet on who would lose their virginity first, Man Hating Katie Callaghan and Lil Miss Computer Nerd Joy Darling, they would have picked Katie. Joy hadn’t even had her first kiss last time Katie had checked. Second, how could Joy not know if she lost her virginity? Joy was not that reckless that she wouldn’t remember her first time, right?

“Okay here me out for a second.” Joy absentmindedly started braiding her hair that was lying on her left shoulder, “At the New Year’s Eve Party I was in this weird strong, empowered woman mood because my Mitty and Daddums really lifted my spirits. You already know I want to make small steps in my looks, hence the hair. Not for anyone but me. I kind of want to be classy, like my parents. Well the effect this change had on someone — Damian — was really… fast?” Man, how does she even go about telling her friend she was a fucking slut at the party. “Uhhhh…. well. I might’ve blacked out at some point? I’ve been asking around how I was. One person said during beer pong I got so in the moment for being on a total winning streak that I jumped on him and licked his face. Um, another person said that I was being super assertive on the dance floor and they couldn’t believe their eyes. Iunno, Katie. What I do remember is I woke up on his bed, with his shirt on, and I was hurting all over. But that might’ve been just the hangover….” The hopeless place that was the party brought out a side Joy didn’t even know she had in her.

Katie was shocked. Her best friend, her never been kissed best friend, had maybe, possibly, probably, lost her virginity to Damian O’Connor. As in, the hottest boy in school. ”I’m sorry, back up. Damian? The Damian? The one with the abs and the face and the jawline that looks like Michelangelo himself chiseled it? That Damian?” Katie asked, still in awe of her friend’s delve into adventure.

“Yeah… one and the same.” After Joy finished braiding half of her hair, she went to do the other side, “We have this very… intimate relationship now. We haven’t had sex since then! If we even had sex, but I guess I might be into kissing him and stuff. We’re not a thing though! At least I don’t know if we are. I feel like we have this friends with benefits thing going since we haven’t even gone on a date yet. It’s different for me. I don’t mind. What I do know is I don’t know what I’m doing half the time.” Joy bit the bottom of her lip, as she wondered if this was the type of relationship she wanted her first relationship to be. Her mother didn’t even know about her adventures yet and Joy didn’t know if she would ever tell her. Her mom wasn’t mad about the hair change, only upset because she didn’t tell her that she wanted to dye her hair. But sex? That’s a whole different ball park.

Katie shook her head, and crossed her arms. ”Joy, this is going to go poorly,” Katie warned, looking over at her friend. ”It’s all fun and games until you catch feelings, and Damian dumps you for the next hot girl,” Katie said. ”You and I both know enough about Damian, do you really see this going somewhere you’d like?” Katie asked. She didn’t much see the point in relationships, but if Joy wanted one she wasn’t going to object. She would heavily object to trying to get into a relationship with a boy who was well known for the rounds he’d make around the girls of BHHS. Joy deserved better than that.

“That’s the thing, Katie.” Joy sat on the bench, looking up at her friend, who didn’t think relationships would benefit her. Not even worth a learning experience. “I can solve quadratic equations in a matter of seconds. I can talk about the history of general relativity like it was a memory from my childhood. I can tell someone every single book I’ve read in order within the past year. I honestly remember further but who would care about that. What I don’t understand is relationships. The concept of how ‘love’ and ‘sex’ works is beyond me. Why people do what they do because they care. Why did Owen and Trixie react the way they did? Why did love do that?” Joy sighed and replayed the shitshow that was her brother’s break up, before adding, “I won’t ever know until I take a chance and learn for myself. Do I see something beyond high school with him? Truthfully? No. I don’t even know if I love him like that, but I do know I enjoy his company. That’s a start and who knows!” Joy hopped up with a resolved mind and heart. “Maybe we can be more than just friends. Or maybe we are simply here to make the other person feel a little less lonely while high school sucks our souls away. Am I wrong for thinking that?”

Katie sighed and shrugged. ”Hey, it’s your funeral,” Katie said. Joy was clearly set on this path, and Katie was smart enough to realize that nothing she said would change that. ”But! Let the record show that I was against this from the beginning,” Katie exclaimed as the pair made their way to the locker room’s exit, grinning. This was definitely going to crash and burn, but at least Katie had tried. Now all there was to do was grab her popcorn and hope Joy didn’t come out the other end too fucked up.

Once they arrived in the gym it was lap time. Joy hated laps, but it had to be done. So, as she ran beside Katie, she breathed out a question, “So, are you going to bail on the sadie dance or go solo? We haven’t gone to a dance together since… ever.” It was odd for Joy to even care about a school function like a dance. But she did and this was also her way of prying to see if her ‘hate men’ girlfriend had someone of interest. There were times Joy wondered if Katie was putting on a front. Even she, who only cared about succeeding in her own pursuits, like building a prototype for the science fair, thought about kisses and hugs and cuddles. It’s probably why she acted the way she did at the party, honestly.

Speak of the devil. Damian was in the same gym class, which Katie and Joy may have forgotten — since before this, they’d never had any reason to think about him! Damian was standing on the home side of the gymnasium, shooting a basketball into the hoop on his lonesome. Damian usually did whatever he wanted during gym class — what was the teacher gonna do? Tell him he didn’t do enough physical activity? Please, Damian was shredded and could do any PFT that was laid out before him.

So if he wanted to shoot hoops with his shirt off, then he was going to shoot hoops with his shirt off. Of course, he hadn’t yet taken his shirt off; sorry ladies. Damian’s gym shirt was still on for now, covering up the best part of being in gym class, but that wouldn’t last long. “Hey, does anyone wanna do a pick up game?” He asked to no one in particular, leaving the floor open to his classmates.

Connor Prince was lounging on the wooden bleachers, disinterested as ever with the goings on in the class. He was here because he didn’t want to get fined, that was all. When Damian offered up a pick up game, he decided that he may as well make his time here interesting. ”I’m in,” Connor said, standing up from his throne of wood and hopping down onto the linoleum floor, the smack of his shoes echoing throughout the gym, blending in with the sound of the underclassmen running laps.

Damian stopped dribbling the basketball and held it under his arm instead, before he looked up at the new guy and grinned widely. “Dope. You new? I’m Damian O’Connor — former captain of the football team, now I’m a drama kid. Life is weird. What’s your story?” He asked, holding his hand out for Connor to shake with a smile that was as bright and as winning as always.

Connor shook Damian’s hand, his face still a mask of nonchalance. ”Connor Prince. I’m from New York, but my dad’s trying to keep me from embarrassing him too much, so, here I am,” Connor explained, as if it wasn’t abnormal for parents to ship their kids across the country.

“Hey, right on. My grandparents did that to my dad, too. He doesn’t talk to ‘em no more. Maybe you should take that option. From what I understand, they suck. Never met ‘em. They’re alive, though. I think? I don’t think we’d go to their funeral if they were dead… Dad might want to desecrate their grave, but I don’t think I’d be along for that.” Damian explained, before dropping the basketball, “I’ll be skins. You be shirts.”

Connor cocked his head at the boy, slightly confused. ”Y’know, we don’t need shirts or skins in a one on one, right?” Connor said, already getting ready for what he hoped would be a good game. He hadn’t had a decent game of basketball since New York. The poor kid needed a challenge.

“Yeah, but…” Damian looked around the gym, then leaned in and whispered, “_{I hate shirts, man.}” With that, Damian grinned and leaned back.

Meanwhile, Katie and Joy had merged into the school of underclassmen, jogging around the court, everyone enveloped in their own conversation. Katie glanced over at Damian and Connor and smirked. ”Hey look, it’s your new fave,” Katie teased, nudging Joy.

For an instant, Joy had forgotten about the question she asked moments ago, even if Katie might’ve dodged it too. Glancing over to her… partner? Sex mate? Boy that took her v-card away? What even were they. Joy jogged in frustration. Shaking her head from watching such a distraction, she pouted at Katie, “You didn’t answer my question, Katie!” There was an obvious expression of confliction on Joy’s face. Katie knew Joy well enough to know that her friend hated not knowing things. Especially things that involved herself. Joy was all about facts and solutions. The fact that she blacked out and probably did something that isn’t a ‘Joy thing’ to do was most definitely eating her up alive, even if she was acting like she was handling this well. At the end of the day, Joy was a teen girl who didn’t know if she was a virgin anymore.

As Joy looked away from the center of the room, Damian’s hand went to the hem of his shirt, and pulled it off, throwing it to the side before he stretched his arms high above his head, leaning to either side. “Much better!” Damian expressed happily, and it seemed like the very air around the boy had become a better mood after discarding his shirt. Fuck. Shirts. Man.

”Oh, Sadies! Eh, I mean, do you want to go? I just think it’s stupid and sexist, like, oh thanks for the scrap, patriarchy,” Katie ranted, shaking her head. She was about to continue when she looked over and saw a very ripped torso. Damian. Oh boy. Even Katie, man hater of the century, had to admit that Damian’s body was a gift from God. ”Y’know Joy, I see the appeal,” Katie noted, still watching the upperclassman.

The appeal? Joy turned her head to look back at her childhood friend playing basketball. Oh. He was shirtless. Trying to focus, but unable to look away, Joy slowly muttered, “Is it really sex —” Having not watched where she was going, Joy totally didn’t realize she needed to make a left turn like a nascar. Instead, she slammed into the wall and went down to the floor, right on her bottom. Owwwwwwwwww. My face...my ass…. my life… Girl down. “—ist…”

Katie jumped out from the pack and knelt down by her friend, smirking. ”You good Casanova?” Katie asked, doing her best to suppress the full on laughter that was struggling to make it’s way out into the world.

Damian looked stunned as Joy ran into the wall, and he gave Connor an apologetic look. “One sec, man,” Damian said, before jogging off to the fallen girl, and looking down at Joy, “Joy! Are you okay? Why did you do that?! The gym has corners, babe…”

Casanova? Babe? Joy was seeing multiple Katies and Damains. She squinted her eyes closed before opening them up again, regaining focus. “I’m fine…” Damian never came this close to her in public during school hours. The only times they did was when he asked her questions in class or that one time in the library. That was all her, though. “I’ll be fine. Thank you, guys.” Joy sluggishly brought herself up.

It was only sluggishly for a brief second before Damian reached down and grabbed her hand, scooping her up to her feet — a little too hard; Damian let go of her, but almost immediately grabbed her again. Whoops, Damian pulled her into his arms a bit. Accident? Maybe. Maybe not. “You sure? Alright.” Damian smiled, and winked at her. “Let me know if you need me then. I’ll be over there,” Damian waved over his shoulder toward the court, then leaned down and stole a kiss from his Joy.

Errr… embarrassed. Completely and utterly embarrassed. Joy subconsciously pushed Damian away. Her face beaming red. “W-what are you doing?” Everyone was watching!

Well that was a development. Damian O’Connor had just kissed her best friend. In front of everyone. What the hell kind of melatonin fueled dream was this? The shock was evident on Katie’s face, her wide eyes flicking from Joy to Damian and back again. What the fuck

Meanwhile, Damian seemed genuinely confused by the things that were unfolding in front of him. Why was Joy being weird? She was all blushy, which he kind of liked, but… she seemed upset that he’d kissed her? Hey, maybe he didn’t do a good enough job. Damian looked to either side with his eyes, before he shrugged and leaned back down, kissing Joy again, this time with his mouth partially open and his hand on the back of her head. This time, it was more like a public retelling of their library based adventure.

That better, Joy?

Joy’s mind went hazy. Was this even real? Was Damian actually showcasing this kiss in front of their whole gym class? For a long moment, she couldn’t fight back. Instead, she carefully watched him; her face heated, her expression perplexed. When she finally registered where they were, by looking over to Katie’s wide eyes and open mouth, Joy once again tried to push away from Damian but not aggressively. Only enough to free her lips. “Damian… what are you doing? Everyone is watching.” The small nerd whispered. Damian didn’t say anything, instead he just kind of… stared at her.

Katie, having regained control over herself picked this moment to speak. ”So, uhm, this might be a bad time but, well I just need to clarify something. Did you take her v card?” Katie asked in a stage whisper, using a hand to block her mouth from the prying eyes of the rest of their class.

Damian finally turned his attention away from Joy and onto Katie for the first time, listening to her question before he shook his head, “Nah, almost. But not quite. At her house we got interrupted by the kid she was babysitting… then, at the party, we got really close but she kind of puk—”

Wait did she puke? Was he going to tell the whole class she puked on him at the party?! This would be the day Joy died. Her reputation would turn into: the girl that can’t hold down her alcohol or the girl that puked on the most popular boy at this school. Puke girl. She needed to change the subject quick. She’d have to admit, it was reassuring that she was still a virgin. “DAMIAN GO TO THE DANCE WITH ME.” Fucking christ, Joy. Volume control. _{“Please?”}

Damian wasn’t used to being cut off by that, but her next words just made things… more awkward for him. Damian leaned down to be at eye level with Joy and spoke plainly and carefully, “duh, Joy. Of course I’m going to the dance with you. I’m your boyfriend… and you’re my… girlfriend. That’s also… why I kissed you. Did you not know that?”

Oh. “No. No, I didn’t know that.” Joy responded breathlessly. She and Damian were official. He was her… boyfriend. Her first boyfriend. They were dating. Gulping to herself, she came to terms with her new reality. She had a boyfriend.

Katie, to her credit, had managed to keep her mouth shut during this exchange, despite the pure surprise that had her mind racing. Her best friend was now dating the most popular boy in school. And she was going to a dance with him!

Clearly, everyone has lost their minds.

CANCELLED.

^{Jareth, Remy, Riley & Brian Helmsley
Collab with @Universorum & @Silent Observer
(Previous day in IC)}

Family dinner had been eventful, to say the least. In Jareth’s eyes, the hecticness of it was both amusing, and endearing. This was home. It was nights like these that he longed for whenever he was away on tour. This was his family — this rag tag group of men — none of which were related by blood, but all were family nonetheless. Nights like these made everything worth it, all of the struggle to get here, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. Not when he had the world already.

JD was sent off to join his actual parents at home for the night, and Jar told his other sons (Damian included) to go make themselves scarce. He would help Remy with the after dinner clean-up. And what he meant by that was, he would do all of the clean-up, and he would make sure that Remy’s glass of wine stayed full while he sat and relaxed near Jar.

Remy had been humming a song earlier, one that Jar had written him on one of his many nights away from the light of his life. It was a love song about long-distance relationships, and it was one of the softest, most intimate melodies that he had ever composed. As he made his way around the kitchen, scrubbing pans and loading the dishwasher, he also hummed the tune, which was now stuck in his head.

Having loaded the last of the dishes into the dishwasher, Jar turned to his husband now. The fairer-haired man was leaning up against the counters, his glass of blush colored wine beside him. Jareth sang the last verse of their song in a soft, angelic tone as he made his way over to him. He kissed him lovingly and hoisted Remy up so that he was now sitting on the countertop. Gazing up at him with a smirk and a cocked eyebrow, he asked: “Lazy… huh?”

By now, Remy had drank an excessive amount of wine and with the touch of his husband lifting him up, still able to pick him up even after they both grew in height and width, he couldn’t help but giggle. The giddiness he felt by simply being this close to Jareth was influenced not only by the intoxication, but his doting forever love for him. The flood of endorphins urged him to bite, but he refrained from doing so, his cheeks adorned with an attractive rosiness. Putting his glass down, Remy wrapped his arms around his Nightshade and ‘innocently’ defended himself, “I was kiddingggg.” The chef suppressed a smile, before leaning in closer and brushing his nose against Jar’s, “It took me years to be a good liar, and even now, I’m pretty bad. Mel’s just gullible. I’m surprised I kept my feelings from you for so long!” The gentle sound of Remy’s giggles softened the room. Vibrant. Warm. Lovely.

“You didn’t.” Jareth said through a grin and then kissed the tip of Rem’s nose. He looked at him with a loving smile in his eyes. “I was just blind.” He pulled away slightly, though his arms were still around Remy’s waist, whilst Rem’s own arms were over his shoulders. “Quite the lively dinner we had tonight, hmm?”

“Our baby has a date Friday! I’m so happy for him. When should I invite her over? Is it too soon? I want to meet her.” Remy excitedly rambled.

Suddenly, he came to a realization that showcased in a gasp, “Do you think Riley is upset about this? He was so moody! More so than usual. Though, I found it funny he was the first to answer the phone.”

Jar grinned at his rambling husband. His face was flushed and he was talking faster than he normally did. Remy was drunk, and it was absolutely adorable. “Mhm.” Jareth hummed in thought. “Damian also got himself kicked off the team, and Trevor showed up with a busted lip. I’m not convinced those two things are unrelated. Surely you remember how football boys can get…” It wasn’t that either of them played sports in high school, gods no, but Remy did convince Jareth to be a wolf mascot alongside him back in the day. “But yes, something’s up with Rye lately. Seemed worse today. Have you gotten him to talk about it?”

“No, I has not!” What a bad father he was, Remy pouted. “I should go ask, I’ll go ask riiiight now.” The blond father slid off the counter, only to have himself pressed against his husband. He was done. Inches away from Jareth’s chest, Remy devilishly grinned and nommed his love like he was the best cake known to man. Mmmmm, delicious.

“Not like this, you won’t” Jareth chuckled at his hubby’s inebriated enthusiasm. He pulled Remy back down off the counter and made sure that he was steady to stand. “You and I are going to go downstairs to the theater and snuggle up. We’ll see how many episodes of Parks and Rec we can get through before you pass out, and then I’m going to put you to bed. That’ll give Rye some time to brood. He’s like me, brooding’s good for our types. Then I’ll go talk to him. K?”

“I love my brooding boys! I can brood too, see.” Remy made the grumpiest face he could muster in his drunk state. See. He broods too!

---

I’ll be joining you as one of your cohosts!

Facing the ceiling of his bedroom, Riley looked up at the blaring light emitting from his phone at the number of the mysterious ‘B’ he needed to call. Why was everyone abusing all his hard work? The Morning Show wouldn’t exist without Riley. First, Trixie, by pushing Brynn on him, and now this person that he doesn’t even know. If they wanted a show so badly, why couldn’t they find a different time slot? Mornings were his. Though, honestly, if this were night school, his show would be more appropriate for that time frame.

Have some plans for Tuesday’s episodes.

What plans? Mrs. Green and Mrs. O’Connor gave the students enough to talk about for weeks. What did this person want to do? Obviously, one thing was to abuse the exposure Riley got just by being on every homerooms’ tvs in the morning. This was frustrating to say the least. All Riley wanted was peace, and to take back what was his! Rise was his baby! He worked hard to even convince the school to get as much financial backing as he did because hey, he isn’t going to toot his horn, but Riley would like to think he was one hell of a business.

Will discuss later tonight! Call me by 10:30 tonight, thanks!

It was 10:28 PM. Rolling over in his bed, Riley looked down at his phone. Did he have to? Why did he feel like if he didn’t, he would regret it? Ugh. Today sucked, and it wasn’t going to stop sucking until he went to sleep. Huffing to himself, he pressed the call button and waited in annoyance for whoever to pick up. He had to make sure his attitude didn’t appear on the line. While he waited, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath in, and then exhaled it all out.

Almost immediately, the phone was answered. “You were almost late. I said 10:30, didn’t I? That’s when I go to bed, Riley.” The voice on the other end of the line was easily identifiable after it spoke… Brian Helmsley. The boy who’d been gone for ages was very suddenly back, and apparently wanted to work on the show, now. “Anyway, hi. I guess I can’t complain too much, huh? At least you answered. The show. I need to have the opening bit; I want to use it to shill Damian’s next big party.” Brian explained; and just like the text… he wasn’t really asking.

Riley sat up immediately at the voice he was listening to — the unexpected person on the other end. Brian Helmsley was calling him? With a raised eyebrow, Riley questioned one of the most prominent figures that walked the halls of their school, “Why… why is Damian throwing a party so soon, and can’t you advertise it, I don’t know, like, the normal way? Everyone has social media.”

“I suppose I could. But this is much faster, and besides, the party is tomorrow night; social media isn’t that fast. Look, whether you like it or not, I’m on the show. I want to take the first four or five minutes to drop a few things on the audience, and then from there I can stand aside and let you handle business. I’m sure you’re more than capable. If you’d like, I can even only participate for this show. Maybe start a new trend: daily special guests.” Brian offered into the phone, doing his best to try and make this easy on Riley. Truth be told, Brian wasn’t much a fan of stealing other people’s thunder, but this was a special situation. They’d involved you know who.

Rubbing his forehead with one hand, the other holding his phone, Riley thought about the boy’s words. He really didn’t want to start anything with a Helmsley. Riley was good at staying out of the politics of the school, which is funny, because his show displayed his face everyday and yet he still wasn’t involved in any huge drama, besides the what he is in right now… with two gay boys. “A party on a Tuesday?” Would parents even allow their kids out late at night on a Tuesday? “Look, Brian, I don’t want any problems. If you think this is what you got to do, I imagine you’ll do it regardless of my approval. So, is there anything I need to know? Do you actually want to be a permanent co-host? I can’t really deny people in joining a school club, you know?” Riley would have to rework some of his planned episodes but if Brian wanted to be part of the club, he had no right to refuse him. Plus, Rise was suppose to bring the school together, so maybe this was the next step for him. Sharing the load of leaving some sort of impact on the school with Brynn and Brian. Riley shuddered at the thought that he would be working with two people that had similar names and people he never thought he’d work with during his high school career.

“You’re correct. Riley, I’m really sorry. I know that it’s your thing, and I don’t mean to interfere in your thing, but I have to do this. It’s very, very important to me, and I’ll fight you over it if I have to. Yes, I wouldn’t mind being a permanent host — but I won’t fight and push to be on there. If you feel like I’m encroaching on your territory, then you tell me and I’ll bow out. I promise.” Brian explained, and it seemed like for all intents and purposes, Brian was being very personable and courteous. He didn’t want to push Riley around, he just saw an opportunity, and he was going to take it. “And, yeah, a party on Tuesday. Don’t worry, you’ll know all the details as soon as you get to school tomorrow. Our conversation is over, I think. Any questions?”

“Nah, we’re good. If I think of anything, I’ll ask tomorrow.” Riley sighed in defeat, but he wasn’t opposed to the idea of a Helmsley being on his show. Could be a good move for the school, or it could be a bad play and ruin everything he built. It was too soon to determine that. “Uh, I guess, welcome back? And see you in the morning?” Words he never thought he’d say to a Helmsley.

“Yep. See you first thing.” Click.

Ugh. What has Riley’s life turned into? Tossing his phone to the side, the boy fell back on his bed. Why did he bother with this whole high school thing? He didn’t even know how he’d approach Jamie and Marshall next. His life was a hot mess, and on top of that, he was losing his brother. Resting his arm on his head, in the darkness of his room, Riley closed his eyes and took in the silence.

The quiet moment was interrupted by a soft rapping at the door. Riley’s eyes would look to see his more paternal father there, standing in his bedroom’s door frame. Jareth’s arms were crossed over his chest as right shoulder was leaning against the wooden frame. He was smiling warmly, which may or may not have been evident in the dim evening light. “May I come in?”

“Uh…” Riley sat up and quickly scanned his room to make sure it didn’t have left over food lying about, or dirty clothes. Good, still clean. Scratching his head, the young brunette nodded his head, “Yeah, sure.” As he waited for his Pops to respond, he looked at his Gundam showcase. He was trying to keep himself occupied while he waited for his impending doom. What did he do now?

Jareth pushed himself off of the door frame and stepped inside Rye’s domain. The room was relatively clean for a teenage boy’s, certainly far better than Jar’s had been at that age. He pulled the computer chair over towards the bed and sat down on it, kicking his feet up on a box and facing his son. “Late night phone call… could it be that both my sons have become Romeo’s in my most recent absence?” He asked with a crooked smile.

“Ha. Very funny, Pa.” With Riley’s luck, he’ll die single and on the way to his deathbed, he will ruin relationships. “That was... Brian. Brian Helmsley. One of Trevor’s friends. He’s back with his sisters and he was asking if he could join my show.” After shrugging at the truth, Riley reached for his juggle balls off his nightstand and started to throw them up in the air as he waited for his father’s response.

“Ahh,” Jareth mused in thought. He, of course, knew of the Helmsley's, everyone did. Jar had actually met many of them at their “family” get togethers, hell, he’d attended his first Helmsley barbeque when he was only seventeen, and a Colorado outsider. They could be… intense, in his experience. “Is that why you’ve seemed… bothered, recently? I know I’m like, the deadbeat dad who leaves all the time, but I’d still like to know how you guys are doing.” He laughed at his own joke. He was a dad now, so he could tell dad jokes that weren’t funny and laugh at them if he wanted. “You can talk to me, you know.” His tone was gentle now, more serious than humorous.

Riley let the balls drop in his hand, and he eyed his father for a good, long moment. He never did tell Trevor what was bothering him, and if he didn’t speak up, he’d explode surely, but to the wrong people. His Pops was a third party, which was a good thing. Gently squishing the balls in his hands to relieve stress, Rye defeatedly sighed, “I think I fucked up.”

Okay, this was a start.

Jareth kept quiet for a few moments. He didn’t look upset, he didn’t even look surprised, he just looked… patient. When Riley didn’t continue right away, Jar gently prodded him further, “How so?”

Errr… “By being in a closet with another boy on accident?” Was that a good enough explanation? Probably not. Wait! That made him sound gay. “I needed a breather, so I went in a closet. I found Marshall crying. Comforted him. Then when we left…” He trailed off, not finishing his thought. His dad probably thought he made out with this kid! He was doing a terrible job in explaining himself.

“Oh.” Jar’s eyebrows raised, but his expression remained otherwise calm. That was slightly unexpected. Yet, also, surprisingly un-surprising. Call it a father’s intuition, or perhaps the familiarity with what it felt like to be in the closet for forever, but Jar always did have a feeling that Rye might not be as straight as he said he was. “...and, you’re worried about what people might think? You don’t have to be, you know.” Jareth hazarded a guess at finishing the sentence that his son seemed to be struggling to.

“I’m worried about what Jamie would think! I broke his goddamn heart.” Oh man. He said too much. “And no, I don’t have a thing for Jamie. Or Marshall. But I think they have a thing for each other. I don’t know! I didn’t mean to cause a misunderstanding. I was just being me and being a good friend, but me being a good friend led to the end of the fucking world as we know it.” Well. He felt better after saying all that.

Jareth should have expected that Riley would get defensive. He would have been the same way if the roles were reversed. Jar had struggled to admit that he was maybe, sort of, kind of, a little bit gay until after he had kissed Remy. It took that long, so, he could understand, and he wouldn’t push the issue any further. Not tonight, at least. “Well, the world isn’t ending as far as I know, and that also doesn’t sound like it’s as much of your fault as you think it is. If they do have a thing for each other, then it’s their job to communicate. High school boys aren’t very good at that usually, but that’s also… not your fault. Have you talked to either of them since it happened?” Jar assumed that this took place at the infamous party, which was a few days ago. This would explain the excessive amounts of brooding lately.

“Oh.” Riley stood up and grumbled, “I’ll just go up to one of them and be like hey, so, I’m sorry I fucked up your chances with that boy you liked. Or man, dude, everyone was in that closet, why is it weird that I was in it too?” He pelted one of his balls against his closet door. “Yeah, right, Pops. The last thing they want to see is me.”

“I doubt that’s true…” Jar replied softly. He watched as his son chuckled a foam ball against the door. Rye had caught it and bounced it again a few more times, before it wildly bounced off in the wrong direction. “And that’s not just me talking as your father. If it were you in that situation, wouldn’t you want to know what really happened? If they are that hurt by it, your honestly can only help them.”

“Well, they can come to me when they want to talk, but I’m busy dealing with school politics taking over my show and accepting the fact that Trevor is whipped.” Oh fuck. Rye froze at the words that came out of his mouth. He didn’t mean to say that last part. “Daddy, I should go to bed. I have to get up early.”

Jareth’s lips formed a straight line, which ghosted into the slightest bit of a frown. He recognized the shift in Riley’s mood. The time for talk was over, it was shut down time. Poke too much harder, and he was bound to explode. Like father, like son. “Get some rest, we can talk about it another time.” Jar stood up and pushed the chair back towards Riley’s desk. He walked back over to his son’s side, mussed his hair and then let the hand fall to his shoulder, which he gave a comforting squeeze. If Rye wanted a hug, this was an invitation to one. If not, Jar would let him be. “Sleep well, kiddo. I love ya.”

He did want a hug. Did he go for it? No. He didn’t. Riley gave his father a thumbs up as a form of dismissal and then watched Jar leave his room, who shut the door behind him. Once he was left by himself, he lied down, turned to his side, brought his pillow close to him, and stared blankly ahead.

Tomorrow would be a better day.

CANCELLED.

-snipped-

CANCELLED.

^{Collab with @Universorum & @Silent Observer
(Previous day in IC)}

Did the boys forget there was a wide window above the sink that gave Remy a perfect view of the backyard? This included the treehouse, which was not too far away from the vegetable garden. He saw JD climb up to presumably nap until dinner. He saw his youngest and broodiest son shuffle his way to his safe haven, probably to contemplate his existence. He saw his eldest and honest son, with battle scars it seemed, which would be brought up at the table, seek out his brother, probably to talk about said scars. And Damian came to him, said he’d be sleeping over for an undetermined amount of time, and also went to that treehouse.

These boys love that treehouse. To the point that his sons would go there first before saying ‘hi, dad, i’m home’. Thank you, Damian, for making your presence known. For saying HI.

This was a normal afternoon at the Wells’ residence. Remy chuckled to himself as he held a rustic tray with drinks for all his boys. The kitchen was massive — light colors and wide windows to keep things bright, spacious so he didn’t feel claustrophobic while he cooked, rustic furniture and knick knacks for a more homey feel, and magazine-esque decor — like perfect-looking fruit in a bowl, because, why not? The kitchen was HIS PLACE and he liked things a certain way. The flowers here and there were just pretty and smelled nice. Humming to himself a song that his husband had wrote for him years ago, Remy entered the small dining room area, strictly for immediate family, which was by the back entrance, and placed each drink down by the suspects’ usual seats. Starting at the end, and going counter clockwise. Red moscato for himself. Yummy! Milk for his charming and always smiling Trevor. Water for (the spitting image of his father) Damian. Warm tea for the night to his day, moon to his sun, and apple to his cinnamon, Jareth. One of the many homemade, healthy juices that JD surprisingly takes a strong liking too (not because of white lies or anything). Today it was Remy’s green juice with parsley, spinach, pears, and celery. Absolutely delectable. And last, but not least, chocolate milk for his sensitive son with far too much on his mind, Riley.

Taking a step back, hugging the wooden tray now, the feminine father scanned the table. It was the start of the second semester, which meant spring was just around the corner, so he let green and yellow be the aesthetic of the table placements. He even put daffodils at the center in a small vase! He loved when all his boys were home, so this was a special occasion. Every night was a special occasion, and the table’s “aesthetic” always changed in color. He couldn’t decide what type of cuisine to make. Italian? French? Indian? Chinese? There were too many options, but he settled with southern comfort food. You could never go wrong with pan-fried chicken, sweet heat cheerwine baby back ribs, bbq pulled pork, hush puppies, Brunswick stew, pot pie, country-fried corn sprinkled with bacon, a bunch of greens, mashed potatoes, cornbread, biscuits, gravy, pimento cheese, deviled eggs, peach cobbler, fried green tomatoes… and just know that he spent most of his day cooking. Yes, he did have work, but that doesn’t mean dinner needs to be dull. He had an army to feed, so Remy made time to cook a feast. He also had a section for Damian, just in case today was not a cheat day, but it was a very tiny section with greek yogurt, some oats and almonds, and a baked chicken breast. A tiny baked chicken breast. The fried chicken was placed very close to the tiny baked chicken breast. Remy was not a bad influence! He simply liked seeing people enjoy his food.

Speaking of the army…

Riley was the first to enter. A small smile, but not very genuine. “Hi, dad. Here, I’ll take that. Sit. You did a lot.” Riley took the wooden tray from his father, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then disappeared into the kitchen.

Next came JD — Dixon, as he preferred to be called — with his fists balled up the front pocket of his hoodie. He looked angry, and tired, but mostly angry. This wasn’t unusual. When he looked to Remy, however, his face softened slightly. “Hey DadWells!” JD greeted before taking his seat at the table, in front of the green juice. He leaned over and peeked into the cup to inspect it, even going so far as to sniff it. As a kid, when he had originally told Remy that his favorite drink was juice, he had meant like… apple… or orange… but that wasn’t really Remy’s style. It was homemade everything in the Wells household, but JD was used to that by now.

Following Dixon, were Trevor and Damian, walking side by side. A package deal. Damian was running some serious defense on this play, at least, that was the hope. Trevor was doing his best to act natural, and not bring attention to his busted face, if that was at all possible. When the two teens reached the door, they couldn’t very well both fit through it at the same time, so there was a bit of an awkward pause as they decided who went first, bumping into each other like goons. Trev went first, finally hazarding a glance towards Remy. Smiling, he spoke: “Hi Dad, need any help?”

Damian was hungry. Now, he was almost always hungry, on account of all the muscles, and the sheer size of him (absolute unit), but he was nonetheless hungry. He knew his numbers well; how many calories he burned a day, how many he had to intake, how much protein he needed (he was pretty much always on a bulk, so it was a lot of protein), and how much good food he could eat. The truth was? Not much good food, really. Whenever Mrs. Wells, head chef of Captain Cuddles, laid out a spread, Damian was left saddened by all the delicious food that he couldn’t eat. Life was hard, but he wanted to stay really fucking jacked. He was happy to see the tiny spot set aside with food for him, but he knew damn well that Remy wanted him to cheat on his diet.

Bastard.

Damian scooped some of the greek yogurt into a bowl, before adding a generous helping of oats and grabbing the chicken breast. Then, he turned his attention to Remy, “Maybe… two chicken breasts next time? Look, Mrs. Wells, it ain’t easy stayin’ real jacked.” Damian helped with dinner most of the time, but right now? He was hungry and mentally burned out. It’d been a long day and he hadn’t even gotten his dick wet.

Well, he kind of had, but that was just because Joy’s shorts were thin and it was only on jeans which reminded him… “Hey, I just remembered I need clean clothes for school tomorrow. Do I got clothes here? Uh…” Damian sniffed under his arm. “Shirt’s good, I guess. Also, by the way, Mr and Mrs. Wells, I’m gonna be stayin’ here for, uh, the foreseeable future.”

“Is that so?” Inquired a voice from behind the squad of boys. Jareth brought in the rear and shut the back door gently after himself. Jar walked over to his husband, kissed his cheek, and rubbed his shoulder softly as he walked around the other side of him to take his seat. He looked back to Damian. “And why might that be?”

“My mama gonna beat my ass with a shovel.”

Remy gave Damian a narrowed side glare, before brightly smiling at his husband, “Regardless of the reason, Damian’s always welcomed here!” And then directed everyone to the table, “Now everyone take a seat, I didn’t make all this food for nothing — except you, Trevor.” Remy beckoned his son with his finger to ‘come here’.

And there it was. Trevor swallowed hard. He wasn’t scared of his father, Remy was probably the least scary person in the world, but Trev was pretty terrified of disappointing him. Disappointment was way, way worse than anger. The tall ginger boy walked over to his father and immediately started trying to explain it. “It was at football practice. It’s fine, Riley helped me clean it.” Half truths, no lies, all was well with the world.

“... I just wanted my kiss on the cheek.” Remy gave a playful wink and offered his face, but first he gave a kind, soft beam, and a forgiving stare. “I trust you. If it isn’t something you think I need to be involved in, then I won’t, but if you come home with more bruises, then that’s when it becomes a problem. My problem. Okay?”

Oh. Did Remy just bait his son into an explanatory apology? If so, it totally worked, Trevor was gullible enough when it came to the people that he cared about. Which was most people… so... he could be pretty gullible. Internally and metaphorically breathing a sigh of relief, Trev closed the distance between himself and his dad, and kissed his cheek. “Yeah, it’s fine. No bruises, just the lip.” And the back of his head, but thankfully his hair covered that.

“At least you don’t have lip rings. That shit would suck.” Dixon quipped before taking a sip from his cup of green juice. He peered over the rim of the glass, testing the waters of using a swear. His parents cursed like sailors, and PopWells did too, but DadWells was a little bit more sensitive. JD was fourteen now, he could say as he pleased. Shit was probably fine... at least it wasn’t fuck. He’d work his way up to that one. JD was rewarded by a furrowed brow from Remy, but the father decided to ignore the curse word and give his eldest boy a dismissal nod, to signal that he was free to sit down.

Jareth chuckled at that, seeing a whole lot of his bandmate, Lucas, in the young emo dining at their table. The Piccoli’s were a terse, uncouth bunch — but good people. He wouldn’t trade them for the world. Jar looked over to the son that took most after him now, and smiled. “You’re quiet, Rye. Was school okay?”

Of course Pops would bring him into the conversation from the get go. Riley circled the rim of his cup with his finger and gave Jareth a half-hearted smile, if it could even be called a smile. “It was eventful. Especially during my show. Met Evelyn Green for the first time. She’s… intimidating. Not gonna’ lie.” Yeah, Riley would focus on the show, which was primarily about Damian and Henry. Nothing too personal.

“Hah!” Jareth grinned at that. He reflected on his first encounter with Evelyn. He was just a teenager from Colorado then, visiting California for the very first time. His new friends had gotten him high as fuck and all of the sudden rock music idol Evelyn Harding (pre-Green) was standing right in front of him. It was mortifying, but that day was the start of everything — his music career, this fancy roof over their heads, having a family. So worth it. “Yeah… she always has been. Why… why was she at the school?” That seemed odd.

Suddenly, Trevor’s phone started going off. The ginger looked down at the screen, read the contact Ma, and immediately looked over to Damian, his eyes wide. He tilted the screen towards Dames to emphasize the point. Speak of the devils…

Damian, his mouth full of yogurt and oats, stared at the screen, and considered his options. Damian considered them carefully, as he did not have many. After a few moments, he reached out with a single, silent finger, and hit the red button.

The phone went off again. This time Remy looked at both of the boys, “Damian, you can’t run away from your mother. You’re only going to make things worse.”

The ringing kept going and then Riley stood up and reached over the table, ripping the phone from them, “Jesus Christ, that’s so fucking annoying.”

“Hey!”

Green button. Speaker. “Sorry, dad…. Hi... Mrs. O’Connor, it’s Riley!”

“Riley? Where’s your brother?”

Damian frowned. He'd ignored the call! Why was she so bloody persistent? Looking across the table at the little brother they all shared, Damian made his call. “JD, get the phone and pass it to me! Sorry, Trev,” he said sadly, glancing over at his friend. If the phone broke, Damian would buy him another.

Dixon snatched the device off of the center of the table, as if this were sport. Jesus, who knew the kid could move so fast? It must be all of those lessons at the combat club with Troy. As he grabbed the phone, Damian’s mother’s voice echoed from under his palm (“DAMIAN, I SWEAR TO GOD!”), and he chucked the thing full force at Damian. Yikes. Trevor dodged out of the phone’s path, just in case JD missed Damian entirely. “Do you not think about anyone but yourself!?”

Damian snatched that bitch out of the sky like it was the game winning pass of the most important game in his lifetime. “We'll talk later!” Then, using his expert quarterback skills, Damian pitched the phone through the air with expert, precise aim. “What do you mean later?!” It sailed over all the heads and above the sink — “Your father is going to be home in like an hour!” — through the just barely cracked window, spiraling all the way. His mother was the birds' problem now. Satisfied, Damian ate some more yogurt.

And then, when they thought the war was over, Remy’s phone started to ring. Jareth looked over to Remy. Remy glanced at his sons, JD, and then locked eyes with Damian. JD laughed. Trevor cringed. Riley dully blinked. Damian returned the stare, simply shaking his head. Don't do it, man. Think of the children.

Do not tell him through a stare that he doesn’t think about the children! Remy rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. Standing up, he looked down at ‘Melody O’Connor’ and the picture he took years ago of Connor wrapping his arms around her and she staring up at him with doe eyes. Where were they again? A trip to a waterfall if he wasn’t mistaken… either way!

He did it. He picked up the phone, but he didn’t put it on speaker. “Hi Mel, yes, yes your son is here… no! He isn’t avoiding you. I actually invited him over because you know how bad I’m at fixing things and Jar is too lazy—” Jareth’s fork stopped midway to his mouth as he gaped at his husband, taking offense to the implications on his character as part of this lie. Remy gave the hubby an apologetic stare and if he could, he would make a heart with his hands, but one was holding a phone. “He also has this huge project with Trevor. Even with everything that’s going on, he absolutely has to put school first…. mhm, yeah, I get it. I know. I KNOW. Here, how about this. Why don’t you tell Connor? Soften the blow. You know, do that thing you do that always makes him smile…. what if it doesn’t work? Come on, Mel. Really? You’re talented and Connor can’t deny you.” There was a brief pause, before Remy chuckled, “Do you remember our first party together? It was wild. You were wild. If anything, you should be proud your boy threw such an awesome bash! You are! That’s great… yes, I know ‘but Connor’, I’m sure you’ll handle it. I’ll even give Damian a bunch of food for you to share with him. Doesn’t that sound great? Oh! He’s home early? You’re nervous? You’ll be fine. I believe in you. Now go do your thing. If you need a pep talk, call Belle. Talk to you later, sweetie. Love you too.” Click. Remy sat back down, tossing his phone on the table, and immediately went to putting food on his plate. It was probably getting cold. Hmpf.

“Wow.” Dixon commented, happily chewing on a piece of fried chicken. He was impressed by all of that. The phone call, Damian’s expert toss, DadWells’ perfect speech. JD clearly enjoyed all of it, and was very glad that he had made it to “family” dinner.

Damian looked across the table at Remy, his mouth full of food, and gave a thumbs up, before talking, his mouth still full of food. “Thanks, Rem. Really appreciate it.” Damian said, munching down the food in his mouth, before he turned to look at Trevor, “I think Trevor has some news.”

Trevor cleared his throat after swallowing a bite of food. Time to take the heat back off of Damian, because that’s what bros do. “Uhm, yeah… so, I have a date on Friday.”

CANCELLED.

_{Sometime after school
Collab with @Universorum
Joy & Damian
Ft. Rocket, Lil' Boss, & Uncle JJ}

Dingggg!

Damian smashed the button, and listened to it ring throughout the house. He’d been here a lot, way back in the day. Sometimes in recent years, but not as often as he’d like. He was very happy to see that Joy had been telling the truth: Jude and Ender were gone, their cars weren’t out front. He ran a hand through his hair quickly and grabbed the ring that hung on a necklace chain around his neck, and stuffed it down his shirt. He didn’t think Joy really needed to see that…

Damian was dressed comfortably, in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a shirt that was designed to show off his chest muscles and his biceps. Damian knew why he was here, and the tight muscle shirt was proof that said pretty clearly: We’re gonna bang. Damian was confident they would and this time? No fucking booze, so he wouldn’t get puked on…

There was no Mitty pep talk beforehand. No, everything that has transpired after the party was entirely on Joy’s own accord. She wasn’t dumb, far from it. She knew why she invited Damian over. He made her feel things that night that she wanted to explore. Was this going to be a friends with benefits thing? She had no idea. She didn’t even know if that lifestyle was for her, but she did know her body craved him. He was someone she never could have, not like she cared. They were from from two different worlds. Stereotypical jock and nerd. If there was one thing Joy was too busy to think about, it was feelings, love, and sex. At least until recently. Closing the guest room door room behind her, which was designed for her babysitting needs, Lil’ Boss was now asleep and she could hear the doorbell ringing.

"WOOF!"

From outside, Rocket, the family’s rottweiler, was leashed to a tree, staring at the boy, whose visits became sparse as the years went on. He didn’t trust him! It didn’t matter if he use to be over every day when Joy was tiny. His scent may be the same, but he was a stranger! STRANGER. The big master and mistress weren’t here. It was only his best friend in the WORLD and the cutest, little boy ever. Lil’ Boss. His friend. This boy, however, Mister Big Muscle Guy, needed to leave. Right now. The big dog growled and gave the ex-jock an unpleasant glare.

Oh, shit. Damian had kinda forgot about the dog. This might end to be a bit of a problem… Damian stared back at the dog, thinking to himself. How do I deal with a dog? None of the other girls he hooked up with had dogs. Especially not big, muscular, Rottweiler dogs… Damian had to think fast. What did dogs like? Peanut butter, right?

Damian took a knee and gestured for the dog to come over. At least he knew his name; Ender talked about Rocket a lot. “Hey, Rocket. I got something for you.” Damian pulled out of his pocket, a peanut butter protein bar. He tore a piece of it off, and held it out as an offering. This either worked, or he got bit by the dog.

Hopefully, Joy would tell the world his story: Damian O’Connor did it all for the nookie.

Rocket cautiously prowled closer, keeping his eyes on the boy’s face. Something smelled real good. He couldn’t deny whatever this boy had was something worth eating. A temporary truce. For food. And the boy remembered his NAME. This was important in the Rocket judgement process. The big dog approached the stupid, handsome boy and chomed the food out of his hand. Oh this was really good. Okay. This boy gets points. He knows how to treat a dog. Rocket’s attention immediately turned to the open door and the dog started wagging his tiny tail and bouncing around the lawn. Joy! Joy! Joy!

"WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!"

The small redhead was wearing a small tank and shorts since she was comfortable in her skin and this is how she dressed in her own home. She came up beside Damian and knelt down, giving her Rocket pets, and rubbing his belly. “Thanks for getting him quiet. He would of woken up Bartimaeus.” Rocket was so lovable! She would be so sad if she ever lost him.

Rocket rolled off the ground and licked his mistress’ face, then he gave Damian a challenging look that read: she loves me more. Once he made his message clear, he pranced on her. Joy couldn’t help but giggle.

Damian was just happy to be alive. That dog was a big motherfucker. So was Damian, but dogs had a much higher bite force than humans, and Damian was willing to give up one of his protein bars to make himself more likely to live. He looked over at Joy, finally giving himself a chance to take in what she was wearing, He nodded, more to himself than to her, but he smiled. “Yeah, no problem. Is Bartimaeus the kid you’re babysitting? That’s a very… unique name.” Damian said. He wisely chose, however, not to get involved with the dog giving Joy love. Instead of pulling her away, or trying to tug the dog out of the way so he could get a kiss, Damian had a better idea. He unwrapped the rest of the protein bar, and tossed it off to the side, in an effort to get Rocket to shoo, without offending him.

Pets were important. Sure, none of the girls he’d hooked up with before had dogs. But they’d had cats, and he already knew that if a pet hated you, their owner would. So he had to play it safe with Rocket. He wanted to have at least some good faith with the dog. “So what’s the plan for the night?”

Wiping her face of the dog slobber, Joy watched Rocket prance off excitedly before turning her attention toward her friend. “Bartimaeus is named after Mr. Locke himself, father to our lovely ‘Queen’ and your boy, Henry. My uncle is like best friend’s with the dude. I call him Lil’ Boss because it has a nice ring to it and his actual name is a mouthful.” Joy had a warm glow of confidence emitting from her and a smile that were like a ray of sunshine as she led Damian inside. “I was thinking we watch something. I don’t want anything too loud. There’s a little kid sleeping upstairs.” The nerd shrugged, turning on her heel to face her childhood friend. Teasingly, she batted her eyelashes, “Unless you had something else in mind?”

Damian watched as the dog walked away, and smiled to himself. That was a success, as far as he was concerned! He stood up to his full height as Joy did, and he listened to what she had to say. Yeah, ‘Bartimaeus’ was a bit of a mouthful, Damian had to agree. When she mentioned not being too loud, Damian almost (though he didn’t) made a dissatisfied face. He shut the door quietly behind himself, and when she suggested that he might have ‘something else’ in mind, Damian looked surprised, and touched his chest in a way designed to show off his biceps, and he spoke in shocked tones. “Me? Never.” Then his face burst into a huge smile and he gestured toward the interior of the home. “Lead the way.”

“How about the basement? We have a nice home theater setup.” Along with comfy loveseats, the atmosphere downstairs felt just right. It made you want to cuddle. What should they even watch? Joy walked ahead, leading them downstairs. Hooked on her pants was the baby monitor, in case the toddler woke up.

Damian could work with basements. Basements were private and chilly, which led to easy cuddling. Plus, if he knew Ender (and he did), then there would be a pretty dope setup down there. Ender had a thing for bigger, more cinematic movies, and that was sure to lead to a nice stereo system, BUT, that didn’t really matter. Unless they were watching something so mind numbingly good that it distracted Damian from his goal. “What are we watching?”

Shrugging to his question, Joy grabbed the remote and leaned on one of the chairs, her butt being nicely displayed. Turning the television on, her eyes brightened. Her mother left her reruns playing for American Wrestling Entertainment. Both her and Damian would know this like they knew the back of their palms. Their parents were major fans of the show and well, his dad was Morgana’s cousin. This would be a good
thing to leave on! They could have it as background noise and get straight to business. But she probably should be a good hostess first. Turning her body to face him, she tilted her head and asked, “Do you want anything to eat? Drink?”

Oh, right on. Damian had been staring at the butt that was being displayed to him like an offering, but then… wrestling was on, and Damian’s eyes moved toward the TV. He found his way to the loveseat and plopped down, before glancing at her and responding to her question. “Huh? Uh, I like orange juice. And popcorn. But… not together. Maybe just the popcorn?” Which episode was this? He should know this stuff, this was golden era AWE.

For some reason, Joy had a sudden bad feeling about this but she shrugged it off and let him do his thing. Luckily, there was a small kitchenette down here, by the bar, so providing popcorn in less than five minutes was no problem. She would hold off eating until after her pursuit, which honestly, she had no idea what she was doing, she was simply going off articles she’s read online. In time, Joy placed the popcorn on the side stand beside Damian and then boldly went on top of him, wrapping her arms around his neck and saying, “So are we going to do this or what?” Man, if her parents heard the words coming out of her mouth.... Joy hoped Damian didn’t get upset with this move — he seemed to like sexual advances when it came to girls touching him. And this was pretty sexual. She was practically riding him.

As Joy walked off to make popcorn, it slowly dawned on Damian what episode was unfolding before them. This was the one where Caiden Winters attacked Roddy Quinn. And it still, to this day, looked real as far as Damian was concerned. There was no way that was a rigged window, right? Roddy bled after getting his head thrown into it! That meant it was real, right? Damian leaned closer to the TV.

Then, Joy threw herself at him, and Damian had to slightly move his neck to see the TV. Whoops, losing sight of the end game here, Damian. He turned his attention back to Joy, “Yeah, Joy. Totally gonna do this.” Damian reached his hands around her and grabbed at her butt, simultaneously moving his neck again to confirm… yeah, commercial break. We’re good.

The butt grab caused her to flinch a little and give out a little yelp. Okay. It was time. You got this, Joy. Part of her wanted to admit she was kind of scared, but another part of her wanted to follow the excitement. Kylie did make this seem like the best thing the world had to offer. She gently leaned in and kissed his warm lips. Unlike the kisses before, the one at the library, the make out sessions at the party, this one was softer, kinder, as if Joy was recognizing the situation she was in and wanted to ease into things.

Damian recognized the speed Joy was going and what she wanted. Almost as if to signify that he got it, and was going to take it slowly, Damian slid his hands off of her butt. He let her guide the way at first, and when the time was right, Damian would swoop in and handle business. For now, he kept the kiss light and slow, keeping his hands away from her more delicate areas.

Their breaths mingled, as she ran her fingers through his hair. Leaning in closer, giving them no space in between, Joy could feel it was time to crank it up a notch. As such, she slipped a surprise in his mouth and grew in heat and intensity. She couldn’t ponder over anything else besides making this kiss worth his time. Was she even good at this? Joy was locked in the present and she hoped Damian was too.

And Damian was into it. He was totally into it, and his hands had slid back down to their original place, to pull her closer, before one of them slid around her waist and to her stomach, gliding up underneath her camis, before Damian’s eye caught the show clicking back on. He pulled himself away from her and twisted around to watch the screen, “Hold on, Joy. Just oneeee second, this is the best part.”

Ouch.

Yeah, there was the bad feeling again. Joy, still very much straddling him, stared at the boy who needed to see this part, even if he’s probably saw this scene countless times. Her heart sunk and she didn’t necessarily understand why. The feeling was strange. The excitement that was inside of her gulped into something… dark? The fire in her eyes were dowsed with ice water. She wasn’t crying, but her stare did grow distant. What was she doing? Why was she trying so hard to lose her virginity? With a childhood friend too…

Joy could get up and end things right here and now. Or she could wait. Maybe the feeling would pass. She didn’t know what to do, so she did the one thing that made sense. She turned her body around, to where her bottom sat on his lap, rested her head on his chest, and watched the screen in silence.

Damian had a feeling he’d done something wrong. It wasn’t hard to see the light in her eyes go out, and he felt bad as she turned away from him. She snuggled against him, though, so there was at least that. He silently wrapped his arms around her, and did focus on the TV, watching as the part he’d waited the whole show for popped on: Caiden Winters’s interview with Joy Ryder.

This was where he beat up an old man! Nice.

Optional read: AWE, Better Than The Best segment

In the massive garage, where the TV trucks resided, Joy Ryder grasped tightly on her mic and took a deep breath in. Caiden hadn’t come out yet, but it was her job to stir him emotionally. Kevin, one of the writers of AWE, had brought her aside moments ago to make sure that she focused the interview on Caiden’s questionable morals and his threat (or more like, his promise) toward Roddy Quinn, the chairman of AWE. As much as she didn’t want to pressure him, it was her job and the moment he came in the scene, they would go live… in the ring and on many people's television screens.

Her twin, Chance, met her gaze and gave her a nod. He was ready to film one of the best scenes this show would present to all their wrestling fans. Turning her head to the right, she saw the backdoor open. It was time.

Indeed it was. Flying out of the backdoor was a man on a mission to bring his message to everyone who would dare listen to him: Caiden Winters. With a chip on his shoulder and a vendetta against damn near everyone in this company, he froze when he saw Joy standing there waiting for him, like she alway seemed to be doing. “What do you want? I’m busy.”

“Caiden Winters!” More of an informal interview introduction, but it fit the moment. Joy rushed toward him to make sure he didn’t get too far because she knew better. She knew he was a man on a mission, always. The camera followed her and then shifted from her face to his, “There seems to be some backlash with your threat at Shock N AWE Chicago for Roddy Quinn. Some people think you’re stepping out of line and need to know your place, that all you’re doing is ruining the image he helped build for you. Do you have anything to say about this?” Might as well hit him hard from the get go.

“Let’s me and you get one thing straight right here and right now. You think Roderick Quinn built my image? I’ve been doing this since I was fourteen years old. You think he came to a boy in Canada who could barely speak English and built him up? What do you think I was doing my whole life when I wasn’t here? I was in a real company, led by a real man: Misawa Baba, who helped me from day fucking one, when I arrived in Japan and he trained me and he helped me become the man I am today. Because of him, I’ve headlined the Tokyo Dome, I’ve won the Grand Prix, I’ve won the Battle of Los Angeles. Me and your brother held eight different tag titles at once — did Roddy build his image too, Joy? Idiot.” Caiden spoke with such apprehension, such anger… unbridled emotion flowed with each of his words — as always. The consummate professional, he never took the condescending looking out of his face; how dare she claim such a thing.

He’d apologize later.

Of course, Joy would rather ask other questions, but for the sake of entertainment and at Kevin’s request, she would keep egging Caiden along. Her heart did drop when he called her an idiot, but she knew better… it was all an act. Right? “Then why are you here?! In HIS empire? You want to be great. You say you are great. And yet, you allow your anger to influence your actions and all the people can see is you not keeping it under control and having a downright tantrum.” There was visible frustration and focus in Joy’s expression and her voice rose with every word. Did she agree with what she was saying? Not entirely. Many people, especially his fans, knew he was great, no, the best, and he had the whole package. But she’d play devil’s advocate if that meant he’d get more attention and… stay.

“I don’t say I’m the great, I say that I’m the best. That I’m better than the best. And Joy? I came here to bring the pain.” Behind them, a long stretch limo rolled up, and Caiden shifted his footing as it came to a stop. “You remember, two weeks ago. You asked me how I was gonna get the old man’s attention? Watch.” And then, as soon as the door to the limo opened, and Roddy stepped out of it, Caiden was on him in a flash, clubbing the old man with an elbow and then throwing him against the wall.

The old man never had a chance, as he was manhandled by the angry wrestler. Caiden threw Roderick Quinn into a random car, and when the true king of AWE slumped against the door to the car, Caiden picked him up by his shirt so they were face to face, and Caiden spoke. “I’m done with you wasting my time.” He growled at him, before he took his boss’s head and smashed out the driver side window with it, slamming Roddy’s face through the glass.

When Roddy slumped down out of the car and down to the ground, his face was dripping with the proverbial crimson mask, bleeding like a stuffed pig. Caiden turned, and walked directly toward the camera, heading toward the gorilla area, and when he passed Chance, he shoulder checked him, the camera shaking in response. What? Gotta play up the character.

Although Joy wasn’t seen on camera and Chance had focused in on Roddy’s face, the audience could hear her surprised and frantic voice, “Don’t let him pass out! Someone call the paramedics!” As calm as her voice tried to sound, it was obvious that Joy Ryder was completely shook. Her brown strands came into frame as she rushed to her boss’ side and then the camera cut to the inside of AWE, the stage camera, that aimed towards the ramp.

The music hit, and apparently Roddy had done a good job creating a hated persona for him, because even after the vicious attack on his boss, Caiden Winter’s reaction was loud and powerful cheers. Everyone wanted to hear what he had to say, and why wouldn’t they? He’d just went off on the only person that had supported him through this, other than the fans. He made his way to the ring slowly and with purpose; he didn’t have a match and to be honest, he didn’t give a damn if he did waste their time. This was his fucking show.

He rolled under the bottom rope and walked to the other side of the ring and held his hand out for a microphone — and, maybe out of fear, a mic was quickly supplied. Caiden, stomping around the ring as he spoke, his hand shaking slightly — he was hyped — began to spit the eternal fire. “Whoops, guess I beat down Morgana’s daddy; I better watch my damn back, that bitch has got daddy issues.” Snickering slightly, Caiden continued his monologue, “I’m only going to say this once, and I’m going to make it nice and clear: I hate him. I hate Roderick Quinn, and I hate everything he stands for. Now, hate is… hate’s a strong word, but I mean it. I hate him so much. And you know why I hate him? Because there’s one thing that I can’t stand, that makes my blood boil and that’s being ignored. And being ignored even when I yell AND SCREAM! For something that’s not going to happen, THAT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN, and that’s an AWE title match… because someone back there knows that I am better than anything he has ever created, that his best creation — Drayden — could barely put me away when I had a dislocated shoulder, and mark my words, Drayden will never beat me again. Because I’m an indestructible wrestling machine, and I know every move in his book, I know counters to his counter’s counters. That’s fine, because Roddy Quinn can just sit backstage and watch me be better than anything or anyone that will ever step foot in this company.”

Caiden paused and let out a long breath. He closed his eyes and let himself calm down for a few seconds while the crowd cheered loudly. “There may never be another time that Caiden Winters steps into the ring at an AWE event and fights, but if there ever is, then it should be a good match; shake hands. Friendly competition between two great athletes… but it won’t be. Because, I hate everyone back there. I hate them, as shallow as it might be, because their bank statements look a lot better than mine after two years of being wasted potential here. Listen to me, I can only spend so many nights sleeping in my car, spill so many pints of blood, I can only go to the hospital and use a fake name because I can’t afford health insurance before I start thinking ‘you know, I don’t really wanna be so nice to people who have what I think… belongs to me.”

Another pause and this time Caiden was very suddenly fired up again. “I’M GONNA BEAT THE TRASH OUT OF WHOEVER STEPS FOOT IN THIS RING WITH ME NEXT! Because I’m hungry and I’m angry and I don’t… care, about anything. Right now, Roddy Quinn is being dragged back to the trainer’s room and he’s being examined to make sure yours truly didn’t do too much of a number on him, and he has no idea what he’s signed his company up for. Reality is going to give Roderick Quinn and all of the AWE a cold. Hard. SLAP! in the face.”

With that, Caiden Winters dropped the mic, and rolled out of the ring, heading back up the ramp.

He had to apologize to Joy.

This was a really good part for AWE, she’d admit and the woman that shared her name was phenomenal at her job. Her mother told her that no one prepared Joy Ryder for this interview. She had no idea and so all her expressions when Caiden started to beat Roddy up were genuine and purely in the moment. Caiden was such a beast too. He truly changed things up for AWE, for the better. Those were the best days for the show and her parents still mark out to this day. Her mom is surprisingly a huge wrestling fan, thanks to Grandma and Grandpa. It was tradition at the Darling house to invite family over and host AWE PPV viewings.

The feeling was still there but it could be worse. Joy Darling had AWE to keep her mind busy, not thinking of things like did she bore him? What did she do that he didn’t like? How could she do better? If anything, that was all her emotions talking. What even were emotions? The rational side of her brain knew that the O’Connors loved this show just as much as her family did. Damian’s current distracted self had nothing to do with the lust that had transpired a few minutes okay. She did nothing wrong… but then why was her brain being dumb? She felt dumb. Not good enough. This was so dumb.

After the segment was over, Damian was much more interested in Joy. He pulled his shirt off, and picked her up, turning her around so they were once again facing and she was straddling him once more. It was easy for him to lift her up — Damian was real jacked. And now, he was shirtless; and this time she wasn’t too drunk to not appreciate him. “Where were we?” He asked, kissing her lips softly.

This was sudden and unexpected. Her mind was completely frazzled with him moving her with no effort at all. And for the first time in their teen lives, Joy had a good glimpse of his body. He was swelling with muscle and strength and wow. He was huge. His skin was so tempting to touch and like the curious person she naturally was, she let her soft, delicate hands that held the innocence of a young girl explore his broad shoulders, his arms, his chest… was this even real life? He was chiseled to perfection like some greek demigod or something.

Okay, she needed to stop admiring his body and get to work. Nuzzling his neck with delicate kisses, they felt like whispers, she could feel herself trembling with anticipation once more.

Yeah, that worked. Damian could tell she was already back into it, and he smiled as she felt him up, giving her a nod that seemed to almost encourage it. See, Snake? The work out before hand helped. It tightened the muscles and made them harder without him flexing. It was hot, the internet told him so. As she peppered him with kisses against his neck, Damian again slid his hands up her shirt. This time, for sure, they’d get somewhere.

It tickled. His touch caused her to squirm a little, but she was focused on the project at hand. Warmth spread out through her entire body, as she took in his scent and continued to give his neck attention. A kiss was one of the most strangest things that led to even more stranger things. Things that were beyond her but she kind of liked it. After taking a deep breath in, she started to suck his neck… they call this online a hickey.

Damian was focused now, using his hands to carefully grope her. So focused, in fact, that he forgot about the TV, and… well, most of what was behind them. This led to him not noticing when the door opened, and the kid that Joy was babysitting stood there, totally focused on Joy and this new guy wrestling while they watched wrestling!

Bartimaeus was jealous and he totally wanted in. And the new guy didn’t have a shirt on! He didn’t want a shirt on! The kid ripped his shirt off and screamed a battle cry, “HIYAAAA!” While he charged the pair of them, jumping up onto the couch and punching the new guy — play punches, of course. Daddy had taught him well.

Oh shit. Joy instinctively hopped off of Damian and allowed Lil’ Boss to spar with her… visitor. Play it up like you weren’t just going to go for his… “Lil’ Boss, showing an immense amount of confidence here in the beginning of this match! What an explosive start. Can you hear the crowd go wild? Big Dog doesn’t stand a chance!” Tyty was far too young to be corrupted by her, so she’d play it off like she was the Wade Palmer of this show.

Damian looked up as Joy jumped off of him, turning to face the source of the punches he was receiving, just in time to get one right to the face. He leaned back, holding up his hands, “Wait, wait, wait! Time out.” He protested, and the little dude stopped, his eyes wide. He’d just busted Joy’s friend in the face… Oops. “We can wrestle, if that’s uh, what you’re going for… do you want me to try hard?”

“Yeah! Try your hardest!” The little dude replied, and Damian shrugged, getting down on his knees on the carpet, gesturing for the little guy to try again. Steadying himself this time, Damian watched as the little guy went back to the doorway, and sprinted at him again, with his seemingly customary battle cry, “HIYAAAAA!” The little guy jumped in the air to karate kick Damian in the face, only this time, Damian caught him.

Damian caught the little guy by the leg and spun him around, before tossing him up into the air. The little guy’s eyes went wide — he had never been this high up before — but before he could truly enjoy it, he came back down! And Damian caught him again, holding him in a full nelson. The little guy struggled, but there was nothing he could do to break the big guy’s grasp.

After almost two entire minutes of struggling, the Lil Boss stopped and panted, “Okay, I think I’m done now. Wanna play Mario Karts? I get to be DK.” Damian dropped him down, and shrugged.

“Sure, why not?”

Joy couldn’t help but smile at the display. Quietly, she let the boys set up the game and she went upstairs to the kitchen to get Bartimaeus juice and apple slices, with peanut butter on the side. Jericho would be home soon to pick him up.

After a few minutes of set up, the two boys were racing Mario Karts. Both of them were notably still shirtless, and Damian was lying on his belly on the carpet, with Bartimaeus sitting on his back, straddling him in a far less lewd way than Joy had before, with his juice cup by his side, and his plate of apple slices on Damian’s head. They raced a few times (Damian even let him win once or twice, but they mostly did team races), before Damian announced that it was time for him to take off. He gave Joy a kiss, and a promise to do it again — soon. The little dude demanded a hug, and was given one, before Damian slipped off, after reluctantly pulling his shirt back on.

The little guy allowed himself to be redressed by Joy, before his father pulled up to the house and knocked on the door. After being handed over, Bartimaeus eagerly told his father about his night, unintentionally spilling the beans for Joy. “I got to wrestle! Cuz I came downstairs to the basement and Joy and this guy were wrestling, and I think she was winnin’ cuz she was on top and he had his shirt off and I think that’s means he’s losing! But I dunno and I just really love Joy and want her to win cuz she’s best but anyway after they stopped wrestling, I wanted to wrestle him and I lost cuz he’s really big and strong, but then we played Mario Kart and I beat him cuz I’m real good at Mario Kart.”

Jericho listened to everything his son had to say, before taking a chance to look at Joy, raising an eyebrow as he spoke, asking the little guy a question, “Wrestling, huh? That’s cool, I’m glad you had fun!” He kissed Bartimaeus’s forehead, before again turning his gaze onto Joy. “What was his name, buddy?”

“Damian!”

“Damian? Uh-huh. Well, let’s agree to not tell mommy about this, sound good?”

“Yeah huh!”

Jericho took this chance to give Joy a chance to respond.

Joy’s cheeks were scorching red, like her hair, as she mumbled, “...keep it a secret, for now. My parents don’t need to know what I tried to do today, under their roof.” She couldn’t look her uncle in the eyes, that’s how embarrassed she was. Joy never got this emotionally worked up about anything unless she was watching Star Wars or something. Her attention went to Lil’ Boss. as she twinkled with an adoring smile, “I love you too, Lil’ Boss. Next time. I’m sure you’ll take him down.” Wait, there was going to be a next time? Joy wasn’t helping her case, at all.

“I won’t tell ‘em anything. And when you do do the do, let me know. I’ll run defense and help with the explanations. Just… just make sure he wears a… rubber… mask. Or, something. I dunno. I trust you.” While Jericho talked, the lil guy snuggled up against his father. Bartimaeus was sleepy. “Alright, I gotta get him home. Amie will be mad if he’s asleep when I get him inside. If you need help, you can call me. With this stuff, I mean.” Jericho waved, his farewell, and got inside the car, after loading Bartimaeus in the backseat.

“Uh, okay… bye Uncle JJ.” Joy watched the man take his leave. Her heart somehow returned to that hopeless feeling from earlier. She wanted to try again, but what if the repercussions were horrible?

What was this feeling…

CANCELLED.

_{Mentions of Owen @Universorum and text to Jamie @smarty0114.}

Although she carried her day with strength, the moment she was no longer surrounded by a thousand, the moment she no longer had to smile, the moment she no longer had to fight, where she was alone and in the comfort of her bedroom, she couldn't help but feel the stillness of the afternoon. She couldn't help but feel lonely. Laid out on her desk were things he left for her throughout the day. Two notes and a flower. She hadn’t checked her locker until after the club meeting, which was honestly for the best. If fate had timed things any sooner, she might’ve spent most of her day in the girls bathroom. Not necessarily crying, but a means to get away from it all.

Wouldn’t that be nice? Getting away from it all.

The first thing that brought to surface these… emotions... she continuously tries to surpass but with little to no avail was hearing him on the morning show. She couldn’t help but laugh at his endearing self and lean in closer, on the edge of her seat, curious of what he’d do next. There were some things people would never be good at, being a videographer was one for him.

That brought back fond memories, of a time where no one else mattered but them. When they naively loved each other and didn’t consider anything, or anyone else. It wasn’t until she became closer with her cousins where a love they had, wouldn’t work in the long run. The reality of their situation was, their love, her love for him, as pure and genuine as it was, distracted her from facing her own personal demons — demons she wasn’t ready to face.

Was she ready to face them now? No, not really, but… she didn’t want to run away from her problems. She didn’t want to run away from the truth, as painful as the truth may be. She didn’t want to run away from him. He didn’t deserve that. He did more good than bad, even if the bad weighed heavily on her. He helped her feel like she belonged and that she was important and worth every second of his day. He gave her effortless care. Something she needed. Being surrounded by family and friends doesn’t necessarily mean your life is okay. If anything, that could be another form of loneliness. It took a break up for people to take time out of their day to show they care. To show it wasn't always about them. To show that even among the chaos that was life, she could be found.

He just… cared.

The letter in her locker, or well purse, felt like she got hit in the head by an anvil or her entire body collided with a speeding train. Opening her locker and seeing all her things that she had forgotten in his car or bedroom or both made her heart sink. The feeling of him being completely done with her... Even the slight hope of them rekindling a friendship felt like it was no longer in their foreseeable future. She hadn’t checked her purse until she was home and saw the flower on her bed. He was here? Owen was here in her bedroom?

Owen was here. Hi. Don’t be mad.

Kitty

The flower was different. Not a lily. And yet, the sentiment still held the same value. Actually, it had more, because of the meaning the flower had. He was such a goddamn romantic… and all his love was still directed to her. Why whenever she felt like she was on the right track, something happens that makes her want to go back? With the discovery of the items on her bed, she went through her things to see if he left anything else and he did…

Can I
Trixie
I suck with words
Please
Come ba
Call me
I miss yo

Follow your heart.

— Kitty

Owen Lyon ♡

That note hit her the hardest. She knew he was well aware of what he did. He didn’t change papers, because he wanted her to see she was still on his mind. He wanted her to see that he still loved her.

He wanted her to see…

Sitting at her desk, the flower having been placed in a small vase with the lily from earlier and the two notes laid out on top of her open journal, Trixie endlessly surveyed these gifts (which were both a blessing and a curse).

The notes will reside in her journal until she figured out what she wanted to do with it — later. Trixie peered out her window, staring at the welcoming sight of the warm sky. The sky that kept her company, as she reached for her phone that waited for her beside her laptop. The action was hesitant, but the undeniable yearning urged her to press on. Her muscle memory typed Owen’s number, since she took him off her speed dial and contacts, during her emotional breakout. Biting her bottom lip as her finger hovered over the call bottom, she wondered if this was the right thing to do.

Unanswered questions, always.

Would she regret this moment? Would she regret reconnecting and hearing him out? Would she be able to handle this?

Never ready to face a beast like this, Trixie prolonged pressing the button. She was terrified. Terrified of how he would be. What if the way she was now, 'part of the bitch brigade', bit her in the ass? What if this wasn't a happy conversation? What if word vomit just comes out and all she can be is an insufferable bitter-bitch-ex?

What if.

As if life knew, it wasn’t time yet, she flinched when her phone vibrated in her hand, having stared intensely at Owen’s number for a good minute or two. Reading Jamie's text out loud, internally thanking him, she couldn't help but be a little shocked he had seen Owen so soon. Admirable how fast Jamie went straight to business.

To: Jamie Callaghan
He can be. Thanks.

Trixie

Placing her phone down, Trixie sighed to herself. What was she doing? She was lying to herself. Her heart told her one thing, but her brain told her another. He cheated on her. He made his mistake. He… her eyes glanced at her light green pack of sticky notes and trailed to her pens. After a lingering stare, she got up and went to her closet. Sliding the door open, her gaze went immediately down to the ground to a box. A box with his things.

Going to her knees, she pulled out the box and took out his jacket. She brought his jacket close to her in an embrace and buried her face in it. When she thought she was all out of tears, they started flooding out again… tenfold.

She missed him.

CANCELLED.

Rose's prayers have been answered

_{I know I should be sleeping Jordan}

AWE: American Wrestling Entertainment

Joy

That's a sweet spot to be in!
Anytime you're laughing and enjoying yourself on TV.

^{5'5" - 120 lbs | 3 years}

|Birth Name |

» Joy Cadence Ryder

|Hails From|

» Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
» November 23, 1992 (25)

|Job at AWE |

» On-air personality and color commentator that does backstage interviews, co-hosts talk shows with Wade Palmer, who is her mentor, and has started a new series called Do or Die: AWE Uncensored with Joy Ryder (like Unfiltered with Renee Young)

|Skills |

» Like her mother, she is the exception of being the stereotypical eye candy, damsel in distress, male servant, or any other female archetypes you can think on the spot about females and reality TV. She doesn't buff any man or woman but herself UNLESS they are her segment's subjects. Joy's personality shines through and would be her greatest strength. Incredibly engaging and gets individuals to think. She's admirably natural and doesn't need a script to get the worthwhile answers everyone is dying to hear.

Thanks to her mother's reputation, she's allowed to be herself fully and does not rely on her looks to sell her points, even when it's just mindless fun with Wade and Company! Joy is not a mediocre woman and it shows on screen. Quick-witted. Observant and takes everything in. There are times that her siblings say she's a walking library and knows the most obscure facts, which actually benefit her in the long run. If you tell her to recall an event and her favorite moment, she can give a highly detailed description of it, including odd imagery like the type of drink Kane Zimmerman decided to try before the show (and could have possibly regretted his decision). Kane can be an idiot, at times. But he's lovable and knows what he's doing.

She doesn't know this thing called sleep. If she could, Joy would take sleep out of her schedule and spend her nights researching and preparing for the next event. Hardworking and driven, through and through. AWE is her passion. Her life. And she can only aspire to be like her late mother, Elise Ryder, formally known as Elise Larson, AND her mentor, Wade Palmer (who is dating her baby sister, Trinity. Yai boi. Geterin)! She also NEVER takes completely over. Her subjects, usually the wrestlers, the stars of the show, are ultimately the focus of her commentary.

|Reason for being here |

» Is that even a question? AWE is all she's ever known. She was born in Philly during Extreme Takeover Philadelphia 1992. The loss of her mother was hard for her to get over but she's made a conscious decision to become just like her and perhaps even better. She loves wrestling just as much as any other fan and maybe even more, which influences her want to leave an everlasting impression on the screen because like her sister, she was made for this. A Ryder was made for AWE wrestling.

|Looks & Style |

» One of her most prominent features is her blue eyes, which incorporate gray, blue, and purple. She assumes she gets it from her mother's side, since her mother had gorgeous green. Her vibrant emotions emanate from her enticing stare and truly get people to stop and look at her. There is never any doubt in them, which is an admirable feature to have. Conventional, comfortable, and subtly stylish are terms that would best describe Joy's wardrobe. She honestly could careless what she throws on her body but as an on-air personality, she has to put some care in her looks. She'll never be as official as her mother was, but she will bring her own look to the table and be remembered for her! She loves the color scheme red, black, and white, so that isn't unusual to see in her attire.

Joy is definitely the extrovert in her family. Her gaze is truly the gateway to her soul and gives a glimpse of her ambition, dreams, and goals. Never too heavy with makeup, Joy has pale, fair skin, faint dark circles when not covered by foundation, and usually, always, even since she was a little girl, a hair style with bangs. The main allure to her exterior is her confidence. She isn't one to brood on her mistakes and failures. If she falls, she'll pick her self up and keep moving.

|Personality Traits |

» Extroverted ♦ Passionate ♦ Lively ♦ Stubborn ♦ Foolhardy ♦ Aspiring ♦ Compassionate ♦ Perceptive ♦ Clever ♦ Reliable ♦ Optimistic ♦ Persistent ♦ Devoted ♦ Resourceful ♦ Restless ♦ Aggressive ♦ Loquacious ♦ Honest ♦ Opinionated ♦ Energetic

|Favorite wrestler |

» The Ghost Ryder Retribution Trinity Caiden Winters

|Rep at AWE |

» Like her siblings, her reputation is influenced by that of her parents. However, this year has been her year of making feats that prove to the world that she has potential to be a great on-air personality and it's all thanks to her mentor, Wade Palmer, who reminds her that finding the story shouldn't be the only focus. The story is important, yes, but it's not the story the people can relate to, it's the people in the story. He's helped her realize her natural skill of finding the humanity and realness in her subjects and aids her in honing her gift in empathy. To use that to get her places, but most importantly, to give their audience a closer look into the individuals behind the Stars. Prior to her pursuing her career, she was known as Heath's sassy, highly opinionated daughter that absolutely loved questioning everyone and anyone. The one who talked so much, especially when she was little and walking backstage to give her father a glomp after he had just wrestled, that sometimes people couldn't help but point her in the direction of someone else. Now she's known as Joy Ryder, Elise's legacy, a self starter and the mind behind Do or Die, a new series that has gained more attraction than she expected (her pilot, starring Caiden Winters, definitely set the bar).

|Other |

» Gained a high interest with Caiden Winters because her mentor is always geeking out about him. How can you not love him? Also, you can't deny he's mighty handsome.
» 9966cc; Joy's FC: Carly Rae Jepsen

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Vivi

Want to play with fire? I sure as hell do.

^{5'8" - 125 lbs | 3 months (fresh)}

|Birth Name |
» Vivienne Layla Ripley

|Hails From |
» Raised in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles
» Born in Honolulu, HI
» 07/21/1997 (19)

|Job at AWE |
» Ring Announcer; Currently does weekly shows for the experience before her partner allows her to do PPVs.

|Skills |
» Master at the art of persuasion or she'd like to think she has a silver tongue.

Raised in a wealthy family where her adoptive mother (and sister) uses her woman wiles to get what she wants, of course, Vivi learned from the absolute best and now uses her sexuality, emotions, and words to get what she wants, so long as it's time efficient and worth it. Woman have more power than they realize and she isn't going to have shame with showing some skin and making men and women alike want her.

What does she want? At the root of it all, love. But it's covered by the need for attention and pleasure.

» Beauty Queen and Princess Mentality

Some people don't have many skills on their belt but the skills they do have, like simply being beautiful, they utilize it to get them far. This isn't saying Vivi is useless. In contrary, she understands herself more than anyone else would ever, but her strongest skill is in the form of her body, which is accentuated by her personality.

» Sticks to her guns.

Call it stubbornness, but when Vivi wants something, she'll commit until it's absolutely her's. Aggressive. Driven. Desperate. She wants what she wants and she'll keep on trying until she gets exactly that. What she wants.

» Experience in being a gymnast, hulu and hula hoop dancing, and likes to play with fire, literally.

SEE. Not completely useless. She knows how to move her body and probably likes fire to an unhealthy extent, having taken classes in fire dancing and performing, but hey, she makes a captivating visual performance.

|Reason for being here |
» Adoptive father forced her out of the house to start doing something. AWE has some hot pieces of... she's here for experience. Yes, experience.

|Looks & Style |
» Vivi has two main styles. Trendy and sexy. She's the girl who is always up-to-date on the latest trends, and refreshes her wardrobe numerous times a year, especially when the seasons change. She makes sure her mother gets her the latest clothing that may have gotten off the runway just yesterday. Perks of having a supermodel mom. As for sexy, well, that's more a mindset than anything, but Vivi does aim to gain the attention of every male, and female, around her and isn't afraid to show as much skin that is legally and humanly possible. She'll strut off her best features, which in her opinion, is her entire... everything.

She's sexy AF. Her attitude is everything and that's truly what makes her desirable. It's not that she's intentionally trying to hurt anyone with her need to feel whole and her tendency to get involved with more than one lover. She can't help herself. Sex and love go hand to hand and if she's sexually attracted to you, she'll see the potential of love and act on it with her hands and... eyes... and lips... and thighs...and... you get what I mean.

|Personality Traits |
» Charismatic → Persistent → Adventurous → Affectionate → Bold → Wild → Selfish → Entitled → Needy → Insecure → Daddy Issues

|Favorite wrestler |
» Gethin Rhys, first and foremost
» Zachary Wake, only a margin difference

|Rep at AWE |
» With only three months on her belt, the one thing that everyone notices is the way she looks. Perhaps she's on the radar because she could be the one that potentially brings out bad sex scandals to the company with how attractive she is, but no one can deny that she can get a crowd hyped. A natural talent of her's. Phenomenal stage presence, even for a rookie.

Her reputation is more based on her adoptive parents. They're filthy rich. Her adoptive father is Christopher Helmsley, CEO, President, and PSO for Helmsley Enterprise (initially Helmsley Industries), a manufacture of many things, largely defense related, and her mother, Bianca Helmsley, is the second highest paid supermodel with earnings of $9 million. Her sister, Sofia Helmsley, is also a model but hopes to become more than just a face and enter the entertainment business as an actress. She has two other siblings. Brothers. Sofia's twin, Ryan, who doesn't do much besides ladies and blow, and her older brother, Joseph, who is honestly her role model because he's already making it big in Hollywood.

Her mother has been entertaining the idea of setting Joseph up with Eliana Lovelace (FC: Felicity Jones), the hotel heiress of Millennium Worldwide Holdings Inc, which is a British global hospitality company that manages and franchises a broad portfolio of hotels and resorts. But whether or not that will actually become a thing is up in the air since business has always been top priority with the men in her family. Her mom has however dropped heavy hints to both her husband and Lucas Lovelace (FC: Colin Firth).

As you can tell, Vivi is a celebrity right from the get go, but hopes to be treated like part of the AWE family. Not better, and not less. Just the same.

|Other |
» 49796B
» Christopher & Bianca Helmsley; Adoptive Parents; FC: Henry Cavill and Adriana Lima
» Logan Everett; Biological father; FC: Jason Statham
» Joseph, Ryan, & Sofia Helmsley; Siblings; FC: Matt Bomer, Brant Daughtry, & Taylor Hill
» FC: Alexis Knapp

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Trinity

I was made for this.

^{5'2" - 115 lbs | Debuted a year ago}

|Birth Name |

» Trinity Faith Ryder

|Hails From |

» Greenwich, CT
» June 24, 1994 (23)

|Fighting Style |

» Less talk more showing. Trinity's expressions and actions speak louder than her words. Her melting chocolate eyes can make the audience's hearts quench and empathize with her in battle. She's always been in the world of wrestling and though she didn't decide to pursue it until after she got a BFA in Early Education, her father was never one to raise girls who didn't know at least self defense. Trinity, however, took it further and enjoyed building her endurance, willpower, and strength. Training her body became an addiction and one can say, to this day, she can't help but keep up with it. It feels good to put her body through hell - how else is she going to get better? That being said, she does treat herself to donuts from time to time.

Her late mother dragged her and her siblings to a variety of classes at the gym to give her children a good understanding of their body, mind, and soul. The more attuned you are with yourself, the better off you'll be in whatever endeavor you choose to pursue. Clear your mind and choose your battles wisely, unless it's for entertainment. Then put on a great show!

Never one to stray away from a challenge, never one to give up, Trinity is the type of fighter, who would take on beasts ten times her size, purely for the sake of improving and reminding herself that she has yet to reach her full potential. Fearless, she is not afraid to take on individuals that are opposite of her gender and based on her experiences, usually have a bigger built than her. Along with her driven spirit, high energy, and positive attitude, Trinity has one hell of a punch. She is daring and rather ballsy to the point where she doesn't care if she gets hurt. If it takes her competitor down, hell yeah she'll do it.

Her style, which is ever-changing since she is still figuring out what works and what doesn't, contradicts with her soft features - a true brawler, who is unpredictable and seems to constantly have her gears on full throttle unless she's down and out. When she hits, it's hard and the audience can feel it. Truly a sight to see for a newbie like her.

|Signature Moves |

» Revelation
» Sacrifice
» Downfall
» More moves will be added as she grows.

|Finisher |

» Redeemer
» She is still discovering herself and that means she has yet to have a full move set.

|Theme |

» First Theme (Could change depending on her journey, but this brings in the HYPE)

|Gimmick |

» Although Trinity has debuted a year ago and is known as the daughter of The Ghost Ryder, one of the most respected AWE wrestlers that kept the business alive even if he wasn't one of the major superstars, and the sister of the ruthless, rowdy Retribution, who to this day gives anyone and everyone hell - all for what he believes is right - she did not start gaining attraction until a few months ago. The match that truly set her on a war path to one day join the big leagues was in her home state, Connecticut.

She is what the wrestling industry would call a true underdog. Her biggest obstacle is to make sure she gets out of the limelight that belongs to her father, gaining respect for her own skills. Her brother has a worse complex than her of wanting to be the absolute best and not using their father's legacy for his own. Retribution is currently wrestling in Japan honing his craft in the international scene before he makes himself known in the big leagues at AWE. And trust him when he says: The time for Retribution is NOW. He is still known to a higher degree than her and therefore she is held up to both her father's fame and compared to her brother's endeavors.

Prior to that defining match in Hartford, CT, she had an equal amount of loses and wins and didn't do anything noteworthy. But it was obvious she was passionate and resolute. When she got upset at herself after a loss, she would find it in her to look at the brightside and keep moving forward. Trinity can't afford to not only be a disappointment to her family but a disappointment to herself. Small, but really fast, determined, but with a long ways to go, she needs that big win to be one step closer to her dream: winning the woman's championship title and holding it with pride and pure elation. That's all she wants. To be worthy enough to compete with the top bitches of AWE.

|Face or Heel |

» Baby Face

|Backstage Rep |

» If you want to know Trinity's reputation, you will need to have a glimpse of the past. Trinity is well known at AWE, even before she debuted a year ago. Her and her siblings, when they were young and small (and to this day), were (and are) allowed backstage thanks to their father being part of the older generation of wrestlers and her late mother, who made her mark the moment she stepped into the building. Her mother, who at the time was known as Elise Larson ^{(FC: Jenna Dewan)}, was the former on-air personality, who in a short span of time, became one of the most successful and respectable on-air personalities in AWE history. People still give their regards to her as the best backstage interviewer AWE has ever seen and held a memorial service after she past away, due to a medical condition. Prior to her being signed up with AWE, Elise was a sports commentator and built her resume to where it could only impress the world's largest companies. How could they refuse? She worked hard to achieve her goal and that was: to work at AWE. She was a die hard fan, through and through, from when she was a little girl to her dying bed. She never stopped loving the business and the business even introduced Heath Ryder to her, the love of her life, and gave her four beautiful, awe-inspiring, and determined children.

Heath Ryder is a legend, even if he is not one of the superstars of his time. He started off as a heel and after a couple of years turned into a face. Once you heard the engines of his metallic skull bike and the stadium was filled with the color blue, from the misty fog to the screens projecting the psychic energy, calming truth, and ghostly presence, you knew The Ghost Ryder was about to appear. Using the color blue was his sadistic way to get the audience to not fear him at his debut. Blue gave him a seemingly peaceful attribute, when in actuality, he was a ghost, who took over a vessel, to bring a wrathful reckoning. His first theme started off with the sound of a ticking clock and then queued the metal song which would prepare his fans to hold their blue glow sticks and move with the music, saying the lines in the song: The world is on fire and you are here to stay and burn with me. As he went down the long aisle, fire would follow behind him. His charisma and performance was remarkable, to say the least, and he always did his job: made the superstars look good.

When he went through a character development and found redemption on stage, "the wrathful ghost has been saved" and took on a new purpose, which was: to bring hard truths to the wrestlers so they don't get blinded by their pride and rage, so they don't go through what he did, he continued to keep everyone's attention. This was near the same time he started dating Elise. People have said that Heath brings it all: talent, versatility, and popularity. And yet, its all to make other wrestlers look good. A backbone man, through and through. Keepin' the business alive. His theme changed into a hyped rock song. They still used the colors blue and red for his entrance, but took away the ominous clock, which was to symbolize he's accepted his situation. Now, fans started wearing skull merchandise and chanted his name GHOST RYDER.

So as you can tell, the Ryder kids have a lot to live up to. Joy, following her mother's place. Blake and Trinity taking the stage. And Chance paving his own path and making his siblings look good, behind the camera. Trinity is an absolute sweetheart and it shows when she's on and off the ring. She's the girl who would cry in front of the camera and tell the audience that she is frustrated. Angry. Upset at herself. And because of that? She'll do better. She'll keep fighting until she makes it. Her words are genuine even if it's an act, because she is trying to get Roddy to see that she does have potential to be one of his top tier wrestlers. She has a major social media presence, even if she doesn't have nearly as many fans as Drayden, but if you do follow her, you'll see that she's extremely lovable and that her beautiful spirit is hardly an act. She has both her father's audacity and her mother's engaging personality. A natural charmer, but most importantly, someone that is not hard to love.

|Other |

» 008b8b, Trinity's FC: Demi Rose Mawby
» Father: Heath Everett Ryder, Age 52, Wrestler name: The Ghost Ryder, FC: Mark Strong
» Brother: Blake Isaac Ryder, Age 27, Wrestler name: Retribution, FC: Matthew Noszka
» Brother: Chance Patrick Ryder (twin to Joy), Age 25, Live event camera guy at AWE and digital video editor, FC: Asher Book
» Sister: Joy Cadence Ryder (twin to Chance), Age 25, On-air personality at AWE, FC: Carly Rae Jepsen

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Morgana

^{5'8" - 120 lbs | 10 years of experience}

No one can raise hell like me.

|Birth Name |

» Mileena Jayne Winslow

|Hails From|

» Fairfield, Connecticut
» October 23, 1991 (26)

|Fighting Style |

» A true artist in the ring, exceptionally athletic, and never fails to deliver knife-like precision and crisp maneuvers, Morgana has spent most of her life honing her skills. Her suplexes, submissions, and back body drops have gotten to the point where they look absolutely effortless and it would be fickle to not give credit where credit is due. She is one of the better technical fighters AWE has to offer, constantly aiming to improve herself for the benefit of making her father proud and to get the mother-fucking-title-back from that plastic bitch. Lightening fast with her hands and reflexes, she is constantly calculating the field to find openings so that she can 1) tire them out and 2) put them in a painful hold so they can tap out. If there is one thing she takes immense pride in, it's her ability to contort her body around her opponent, after literally flying onto them. It's one hell of a sight to see as she twists and turns, in the air, around their body, until their neck is in between her legs. She's got to be good in bed with the way her body moves.

A huge hindrance to her in the ring is her inability to let go of grudges and her tendency to give into her ill feelings toward certain individuals ^(Barbie). These flaws influence her actions and she doesn't mind adding a little ^{(a lot)} of shade into the battle if it means the bitch goes down. For example, if her target is standing outside the ring on the ground and not paying attention, you can bet your ass Morgana is going to swing her body on the ropes and kick the whore's head with her legs. She isn't some precious Face trying to please everyone. At the end of the day, she's out for herself but if she gets people to like her along the way, awesome.

|Signature Moves |

» Jinx
» The Bird and The Worm
» Not Wanted
» No Pain, No Game

|Finisher |

» Anaconda Squeeze
» Show No Mercy, one of her father's finishers.

|Theme |

» Stars In the Night

|Gimmick |

» Taking inspiration from her father's horror gimmick, her interest in witchcraft, religious, and Gothic lore, and her borderline sado-masochist tendencies, Morgana is determined to give her audience a memorable visual presentation. A true spectacular! Her father, Spencer Deschain, went by the name 'The Faceless' and chose to go out of his way to hide his face, wearing a 'bloody' mask to emphasize that he was a serial killer and only gave his audience what they wanted: a monster. Morgana too wanted to do something horrific, but in a way that not only put people on edge, but captivated them where they couldn't help but empathize with her. Relate to her. Love her.

At the bare bones of her gimmick, she's a dangerous woman and powerful enchantress, who leads other's to their demise. Fate, war, and death are themes she carries with her and her story, since day one. She sports a variety of colored hair to show her ever-growing, ever-changing, and everlasting powers. Currently, light pink is the color that ordains her head and she refuses to change this look until Barbie no longer sits on the throne. Barbies are known for being 'pretty in pink', right?

Malicious and cruel to those that oppose and/or back stab her, Morgan le Fay, one of the Arthurian legend characters that influenced her wicked stick, did everything in her power to get her prime object of sexual desire to herself. That would be Sir Lancelot. In this case, Morgana's Lancelot would be the woman's title, which once was her's...

Her fear tactics, usually involving demonic imagery and Anti-Christ subliminal messaging, is used to show that she will either get back what is rightfully her's or bring hell on Earth, burning everyone with her. For her true fans, they can pick up on hidden messages, that has happened ever since Barbie fucked her way to the top and stole the title from her. Morgana is seeking an angel, who can be easily drawn to darkness, and use her to end the reign of the Plastic Queen.

|Face or Heel |

» Heel

|Backstage Rep |

» Her personality influences her act, which makes it that more real. Mileena in a nutshell? She can be ruthless with her words, not holding her tongue for anyone, and doesn't like you. Not right away that is. This is not saying she is a completely heartless bitch, no, she can be humane and does have a soft side, to those she respects and trusts. However, don't expect her to put out for you, if you won't do the same for her. She will challenge you before she accepts you. Her father was and still is to this day best friends with Heath Ryder, since they both went into the business together. Heath's story turned him into a Face, while Spencer succumbed to his own darkness and never stopped being a Heel. So, Mileena does have at least one person she considers a sister and that would be Trinity Ryder. Wrestling is truly all she ever wanted to pursue. She doesn't have a wrestling family like the Ryders but she does have a remarkable wrestler for a father, who unfortunately is not married to her mother. Luckily for her, her mother, Charleigh Winslow, and her father are still on amicable terms.

Mileena started pursuing wrestling professionally at the age 16 and spent a lot of her younger years working in The Performance Center, which is the home for AWE's talent developmental system. She would argue that she started wrestling the moment she was able to walk, that is how fond she is of the sport. Morgana's dislike for Barbie is not too far from the truth, even if it's over-exaggerated on the ring. Primarily because Barbara resorted to using her body to climbing to the top. Granted, this is the entertainment business and it's not easy to break the social stigma directed toward women. She doesn't help the cause by having a practically insane character and constant drama starter as her gimmick. Part of why she can't get over her disdain for the face of Barbie is the fact that she is a method actor and becomes her character, so that she can emotionally relate with Morgana. At this point in her career, there are a lot of grey lines between Mileena and Morgana. She is willing to attempt to give Barbie a chance... in time. Trinity would have to do some convincing, but she could try. The audience has related the feud between Barbie and Morgana as a feud between a prep and a goth. High school never ends.

|Other |

» a020f0, Mileena's FC: Dayana Melgares
» Her outfits are her interpretation of a modern witch, giving her an enticing, sensual, rock meets goth look to go along with her theme song. The video that plays during her entrance has her in older era clothing, as if Morgana is a reincarnation of an older witch.
» Father: Spencer Hayes Deschain, Age 50, Wrestler name: The Faceless, FC: Kim Kold
» Mother: Charleigh Sybil Winslow, Age 47, Editor-in-Chief of a high fashion magazine, FC: Alexandra Park
» Half-Sister: Raven Raine Winslow, Age 23, Aspiring rapper, FC: Snow Tha Product
» Half-Sister: Precious Anise Winslow, Age 21, A natural socialite, FC: Cheryl Cole
» Cousin/Huge AWE fan: Byrant O'Connor (Age: 18, FC: Jeremy Irvine)
» Cousin/Huge AWE fan: Oliver Thomas (Age: 13, FC: Bradley Simpson)

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The Slayer Sisters

Peek-a-boo! I see you!

The best things in life are dangerous, like me.

^{5' ¾", 106 lbs - 5'8", 135 lbs
2 years Developmental, will debut soon with her husband
3 Years at AWE, 2 years at Developmental. 5 years total.}

|Birth Name |
» Alice Jane Slayer (Kennedy)
» Ariel Michelle Slayer (Flanagan)

|Hails From |
» Atlanta, GA
» April 17 (26)
» October 22 (23)

|Backstage Rep |
» You got all these sweethearts dressed as bitches, guess what? Ari is a fucking bitch on and off the ring. She does not like you. It takes her a LONG time to accept you into her world because your flaws are blaring red and she fucking hates it. Some people do not get the concept of personal space. If she's doing her own thing, don't interrupt her. She enjoys dark humor, other people's drama, and crude people. Constantly observing her surroundings, she will size you up before you approach her. Ruthless. Entitled. & Impatient. She was never fond of dealing with people, which is honestly her biggest weakness on the ring. Charisma, that is. It isn't something that comes naturally to her like it does for her little sister.

As flawed as Ari is, those she does let in, like her husband, Michael Flanagan, know that she does mean well, but due to personal experiences, her built mechanism of verbally lashing out at people to protect her own, has gotten to a point where she can't really break it down over night. Ari is a tough cookie and audaciously bold. A risk taker, through and through. A primadonna is an understatement of her personality and Ari refuses to be considered less than. She aims to be in the big leagues, even if it means she might break a few bones...

You see, she and Michael were already dating prior to their debut at AWE, which was near the same time. It wasn't hard for him to gain attraction because even if he leans more on the timid side when he's out of character, he's a phenomenal heel and it shined through since day 1. Ari, however, spent her first two years figuring out her image. She was simply a blank canvas, a doll of a woman, and a temperamental wrestler, who fought well enough to get her to the mid card but required A LOT of polishing, as she tried her downright best to 'find herself' in the ring.

A year ago, Michael and her got married, and for a year, the writers have been pushing her more toward his storyline to enhance his biker boy look and guess what? It's working. People are starting to see the character behind the bitch. While Ajax is the tail gunner of his motorcycle gang, Fallen Angels, she is his queen. The Bonnie to his Clyde, who knows her way around her gun, or in this case the ring, and isn't afraid to use that to her advantage. She's a tough-talking, quick-shooting criminal and is growing to be a machine gun-blazing woman who you better not underestimate. Whenever she's threatened, she doesn't even flinch, she jumps right in and marks her territory. Fearless and it's all thanks to the writers pushing her more in the direction of the rebel girl archetype because it's something Ariel can actually relate to.

Fun fact: She isn't fond of motorcycles, but for love, she'll get on one.

» Amore hasn't debuted yet, but her face is known backstage because of her sister. The young, energetic valet aspires to be as influential as Jezebel (FC: Jessa Hinton), who was the Faceless' on-screen eye candy and eventual wife. Jezebel may have made the Faceless seem more humane, but Amore? She wants to do more than be an accessory for her love. Revolutionize the role of valets all over! At the root of it all, Alice is a business woman, who doesn't just want to 'accompany' her husband when she's on the ring with him. She wants to get heavily involved in the action inside, outside, within the audience-- ANYWHERE. A dreamer, the doll aims to earn the loudest pops of the night. Her beloved Benjamin tells her she has a niche and that is her charisma. Her stage presence. When Amore is in the spotlight, there is no doubt people will be starstruck.

Sneaky, cunning, and without hesitation, Amore will do absolutely anything for Mordecai to heighten his chances of winning. It helps that she has one sexy act that no one can top. Rated R, sexy-goodness. She acts like a child, but moves her body like a woman. Her influence is undeniable and even if wrestling isn't her top skill (it's singing and acting), she will go down in history!

As for backstage? A lovable, naive, playful and misleading young adult. Careless and foolish. Accidental prone when she isn't performing. Alice doesn't want to grow up, so she'll act far younger than she is. Oh, and she's scary possessive over her husband.

|Other |
» FCs: Kerli Kõiv & Jana
» 721728 & 324C83

|Fighting Style |
» Ari keeps you on your toes, you never know what to expect and has a passion for power. Known for her agility, high stunts, and her attitude, Ari, from the get go, set her sight on cleaning up the Divas division, showing that girls were more than accessories and tools. Even her sister, who does strut her body like it's nobody's business, isn't just that. A body. Amore is a character, whose insanity and giggles will be what the people remember. Psychotic little girl trapped in a woman's form.

Meanwhile, Ari has commitment to excellence and wants to be recognized as a professional wrestler, with Ajax by her side. Her goal: to be one of the most vicious Divas of her era. She doesn't even have to be one of the stars, she just wants to be scary. Although she isn't there yet, she will continue to work her ass off. Her current success is all thanks to her athleticism, hotheaded personality, impressive arsenal of offensive maneuvers, and her husband's biker persona.

Ari has countless ways of finishing her opponents and she will not give into status quo. A true queen of the rebels.

|Signature Moves |
» Highside (Diving Hurricanrana)
» Ari Bomb (Lita Bomb)
» Eating Asphalt (Swanton Bomb)
» Helmet Head (Hardiac Arrest)

|Finisher |
» Boneyard Moonsault (Moonsault)
» New Prime (Widow's Peak)

|Theme |
» Whatever she had before, doesn't matter. Now she has Superhuman to match Ajax.

|Gimmick |
» As said earlier in backstage rep, Ari is Ax's Bonnie to his Clyde. His ride or die. They have a fiery dynamic and shower each other with attention. They are motivated by chasing the danger, excitement, and action of wrestling. He's the gun, she's the trigger. If Ari isn't happy, Ajax is pissed. He might be the King of the Hill but without his queen, the high of living it dangerous 24/7 isn't as addicting. They're into each other in a visceral and physical way. There is a sense of co-dependency and downright bat-shit insanity between these two. Ariel even went out of her way to get 'His' tattoo on her lower back, to match Michael's "Hers" tattoo on his arm, to add to their act (when he wraps his arm around her, the audience would know - she belongs to him). A psychotic and possessive love story where their need for one another is absolutely dangerous for anyone, including each other.

Soon enough, the audience will learn crazy runs in the Slayer family because when Amore makes her debut, they'll see that the blonde is light years ahead in the insanity department.

As for fashion sense? Ari is a daredevil biker chick. Leather jacket with the Fallen Angels symbol, bustiers to showcase her stomach and her back (especially when her coat is off), leather boots, denim, the color scheme black and white, bandannas, anything really that makes her look like a total badass.

|Face or Heel |
» Heel

|Job at AWE |
» Amore will be a valet for Mordecai, who is her husband off screen.

|Skills |
» Persistent and high physical stamina

Charming and full of energy, Alice is an energetic doer, cheerful and extremely spontaneous. A true woman of action. Even if she doesn't seem it, she has strong observational skills and a keen sense to other people's feelings. Quite the problem solver, regardless of her outlandish methods. This spirited blonde would like to think she's an excellent diplomat and negotiator, especially when it comes to her pitching ideas. By nature, she's too open and direct to deliberately manipulate someone (lies and manipulation is foreign to her, unless it's for an act), but she will fight her cause until there isn't any fight left in her.

» Improviser

Perceptive, witty, and clever. Rarely missing anything that is important, because she approaches everything with curiosity and interest, Alice will take impossible situations and make 'em great. Her memory for details and facts are impressive. She absorbs everything that interests her like a sponge, storing it in her noggin for later use.

» Dancing, acting, and gymnastic experience.

Pretty point blank, Alice kept her family busy by getting them to sign her up to as much as possible so she can get better at... life. Also, with such a busy schedule when she was younger, she didn't need to be home, which was a far more pleasant option than dealing with the turmoil. Her home life drew her insane. Convincing her parents to get her involved in the community was the easy part, making them part of it, her life, though? Not so much.

» Odd & blessed with boundless creativity

Alice has always been a little weirdo. Too much individuality for one girl. And yet, she doesn't know how to be any different. Sure, some of her creative ideas are concerning and creepy, but why should she limit herself? If her mind wants to run rampant, it should! Being different isn't a bad thing and Alice will never change for anyone.

|Looks & Style |
» Inspired by her aunt, who led a broken family with dignity and grace, Amore strives to be a visual masterpiece. Her aunt was a woman who carried whatever she wore like a queen. A queen who had an undeniable ability to live a life of pure kindness. Alice's goal, no matter where she is, or if she's being Amore or not, is to make her image timeless. Definitive and iconic, to where it is her trademark. Her look. A look that pushes boundaries and continues to evolve. Alice wants to be a trend setter, a walking fashion statement, and when people look at their television screen or see her on the ring, she wants them to recognize her immediately and maybe, just maybe, follow her as an example. If she can aspire others to walk with an air of confidence, loving who they were, while also not being afraid to explore out of the box, then her life would be more than fulfilled.

What more could you ask for? She's happily married, she has endless projects that make her smile, she's about to start the career of her life that will hopefully set her on a remarkable path of happiness and success, and if she's able to move someone or an entire audience in ways not many people can, then she can say she is more than satisfied with the life she's been given.

Hardships aside. Alice is a happy girl.

|Personality Traits |
» Visionary → Imaginative → Fun-Loving → Gregarious → Persistent → Dutiful (even if she is unbeknownst to the fact that she's a tease) → Exuberant → Trusting → Picky → Dependent → Reckless → Fearful (primarily of her husband leaving her)

|Favorite wrestler |
» She's biased. Her husband, even if he hasn't made his mark yet. Alice will make it known that he's HER favorite.

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Blake/Retribution will be taken over/written in IC by @Universorum

Retribution

^{6'2" - 238 lbs | 11 years of experience}

Not everyone deserves forgiveness.

|Birth Name |

» Blake Isaac Ryder

|Hails From|

» New York, New York
» August 19, 1990 (27)

|Fighting Style |

» Retribution is a man full of unbreakable willpower, unwavering ideals, and undeniable wrath. He is a constantly growing Powerhouse and resembles that of a well built raging bull, especially for his age. This is not even his final transformation. He succeeds when he puts his mind into his fighting and uses the constant adrenaline he generates in battle, especially when he's under immense pressure, to grab full control over his emotions, using that anger and delivering it into his blows. It's imperative to dodge his hits because along with him crafting every move, planning to corner his opponent or lead them into a trap, a single hit can put his opponent at a great disadvantage or even KO them if they aren't prepared. His time in Japan has given him MMA experience on his belt and put his body through immense challenges that's only made him stronger. Go all out and do anything to win. Japanese wrestling was more of a war and soon he will be heading back to America, ready to bring a new force to AWE. He's a true fighter at heart and it'll shine through. Without a doubt, he'll be better than his father.

|Signature Moves |

» Last Ride
» Wrathful Chokeslam
» No Mercy (Tiger Suplex)
» Retribution loves to do suplexes: 23 exploder, T-bone, and capture suplexes
» The Punisher Powerbomb

|Finisher |

» The Verdict (The Rainmaker)
» You’re Welcome (Tiger Bomb)

|Theme |

» The Second Coming

|Gimmick |

» To leave the shadows of his father's legacy, Blake chose to become an intense force to be reckoned with. Training until his body became numb to the pain, he aimed to not be the best, but to bring out the best in his opponents, by shoving a mirror in their faces and showing the evil coursing through each and every one of them. His only exceptions? His siblings, especially his sisters, Trinity and Joy, who he would protect with his life, and Caiden Winters, who has proven his worth and undoubtedly, the best has and is already thriving in his friend. He may not look as large as the monsters in the ring (mind you, he's still a brawny dude) but his punch can and will match them.

Retribution is hellbent on taking people down off their pedestals and forcing them to make amends for their sins. To himself, he is lawfully right, to others, they see a man who has no mercy, causing him to be viewed as a heel. You do not want to get on his bad side. He will pay you back, ten fold.

Taking what he wants, Retribution follows his own code of conduct and lets his rage cloud his judgement, which can cause collateral damage. He does not make promises, he makes guarantees. Whatever he says he will do, he will do. He does not have regards for anyone but those he chooses to keep close. Gain his trust and you will have his loyalty through thick and thin. His actions are morally ambiguous. Although he will never lie, he could mislead or withhold information. If an innocent is in the way of his target, he will bring harm to said person to achieve what he wants. If you want his help, expect him to want something in return, unless you are considered blood.

He will save his kin and expect nothing in return. He will try to save you, using the only option he believes is viable, punishment, but he already believes you're a lost cause because you have not shown him you're worth saving. To be damned by him is to have an unforgiving enemy for the rest of your pathetic existence.

The time of Retribution is now.

|Face or Heel |

» A Questionable Face

|Backstage Rep |

» Currently, he is in Japan honing his skills. He has yet to make his official AWE debut, even if people do know of him and he does have a decent reputation based on his experiences.

Blake isn't a complete ass. Actually. He's a lovable fool, who simply gets extremely into acting. He took inspiration from Commodus from Gladiator "Am I not merciful?", Inglorious Bastards, The Prince of Egypt, The Hunchback of Notre Dame (especially the song Hellfire), and other cinema films. He really likes movies, man. If he isn't having a life or being a wrestler nearly all the time, he is binge watching movies and shows.

Although he plays up on the 'fact' that he has major dad issues and wants to surpass his father in prestige, he and his father are on extremely close terms and he doesn't actually mind going to his old man for advice and help. One can say this has been an act he's been constructing ever since he was a teen boy. Make the press believe you are your character, when really, your personal life is quite peaceful - even if there is an underlining sadness due to the loss of Elise. His mother.

Yes, he was a mama's boy, which was obvious when he was little and playing around in the AWE headquarters with his siblings. Out of all the Ryder children, he would be in the most pictures with his mother. He's handsomely charismatic and doesn't require much to be a happy boy. Food really is all that matters if you want to satisfy him. And movies. He's a lot simpler than his act and can be endearing with how much he cares about the little things and the people in his life. That being said, like his act, there can be times where Blake gets irrationally angry and may need some alone time to calm down. He hasn't found many remedies for his anger besides making his knuckles bleed by recklessly punching into a wall.

|Other |

» 778899, FC: Matthew Noszka; knows Spanish and Japanese

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Leila, the Intern

I believe in me.

^{5'1" - 108 lbs | 0 experience. Start Date: Sin City Showdown PPV, Sept. 18th}

|Birth Name |
» Leila Mae Rose

|Hails From |
» San Diego, California
» April 23, 1999 (19)

|Job at AWE |
» Entertainment Relations Intern, with a focus in writing, assigned to Kevin Harrison.

|Skills |
» Knowledgeable; Not one to go into a job without researching and studying.

Leila has always had a higher learning structure than her peers. She skipped two years in middle school due to her advanced learning speed. She is currently a senior in college and is taking online classes so that she can take a year internship. Her parents would have preferred her choosing a career path in accounting or something that deals with numbers, but she honestly just wants to be part of... entertainment. Preferably, the thing her father and uncle, her role models, love the most. Wrestling. She knows whatever she does choose to do, she'll be fine. Leila takes pride in her intelligence.

» Confidant and decisive; She'll get the job done. Trust.

There are too many broken records out there. Leila doesn't understand why so many girls bring other girls down. Women should support and lift each other up. Everyone's on the same playing field - all trying to live and survive, wanting respect and equality. Leila does hold feminist beliefs, but she is not a femi-nazi. A feminist is a person that believes in human rights, regardless of the gender. Both men and women should have equal opportunities. At the root of it all, she's a humanitarian and cares about other people way more than she probably cares about herself.

» Organization skills that are off the charts and has been blessed with a pretty-damn-good memory.

Leila's organized to a borderline OCD-level and is capable of recalling the littlest things that people may have overlooked, that might have no importance besides she thought it was neat-looking or whatever you said five months ago gave her a good chuckle.

» A dreamer and a wishful thinker.

You can't really go places without having dreams, right? That's where we gain drive and ambition and Leila sure as hell is driven and ambitious. That being said, she is still young and some of her dreams and wishes are what most would consider childish. Leila has a bucket list and one day, she'll have it all marked off. Watch.

|Reason for being here |
» For experience. And, well, because she wants to be. THIS IS AMERICAN MOTHER-FLUFFIN WRESTLING ENTERTAINMENT, PEOPLE.

|Looks & Style |
» If there is one thing that Leila has come to accept, it's the fact that she reminds people of a life-size doll. She doesn't help her case with her interest in pastel hues. Especially pastel pink. Hey, if you can't change it, own it. She has big, brown doe-eyes and unnatural platinum blonde hair. Truth be told, Leila is a brunette, but recently, actually, she has dyed her hair blonde as a gift to herself for getting the internship. She is a woman who embraces change and takes risk, her dyed hair is only a small example of something she could and would do. Where does she shop at? Thrift stores. Colors and patterns tend to catch her eyes and she's constantly experimenting with the way she dresses. The clothes don't wear her, she wears them. Buy clothes for super cheap and then cut them up to make an ensemble. Expressive, playful, cute, colorful, original, and oddly mesmerizing. That's Leila's style (and personality) in a nutshell.

Yes, Leila can sew, but not expert-level. That's more her mother's thing.

|Personality Traits |
» Assertive ★ Eccentric ★ Benevolent ★ Childish ★ Opinionated ★ Opportunistic ★ Appreciative ★ Compassionate ★ Daring ★ Dedicated ★ Pure ^{For now}

|Favorite wrestler |
» (YOUNG LION, TBD)

|Rep at AWE |
» Too new. Based on her Skype interview, she is believed to be a professional, hard-working girl, who is not only full of excitement and personality but knows how to sell herself to get the position. That's true, yes, but there is so much more to her and only time will tell how people truly feel about the little Rose. She also had a really good connection and got assigned to AWE's writing department, which isn't a normal thing for an intern.

|Other |
» e4816a
» Father: Stephen Rose, novelist with pen name, Coilin C. Callahan, and radio morning host for 105.7 MAX FM, San Deigo's throwback station. FC: Ewan McGregor
» Mother: Ruby Rose, owns a small boutique in San Diego named after herself. FC: Winona Ryder
» Uncle residing in Beverly Hills: Geoff Rose, lawyer. FC: Russel Crowe
» Cousin and best friend: Shiloh Rose, high school student. FC: Stefanie Scott
» FC: Moriah Pereira; That Poppy

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• Claire Gilmore, Head make up artist of the Glam Squad, fiancee to Kevin Harrison — to be added, or will stay an NPC that I write
• Chance Ryder, Live event camera guy at AWE and digital video editor, twin to Joy Ryder — to be added, or will stay an NPC that I write

AWE: American Wrestling Entertainment

Because I have habits...

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On air personalities!

My Joy <3 - basically the Renee Young of AWE

Joy

That's a sweet spot to be in!
Anytime you're laughing and enjoying yourself on TV.

^{5'5" - 120 lbs | 3 years}

|Birth Name |

» Joy Cadence Ryder

|Hails From|

» Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
» November 23, 1992 (25)

|Job at AWE |

» On-air personality and color commentator that does backstage interviews, co-hosts talk shows with Wade Palmer, who is her mentor, and has started a new series called Do or Die: AWE Uncensored with Joy Ryder (like Unfiltered with Renee Young)

|Skills |

» Like her mother, she is the exception of being the stereotypical eye candy, damsel in distress, male servant, or any other female archetypes you can think on the spot about females and reality TV. She doesn't buff any man or woman but herself UNLESS they are her segment's subjects. Joy's personality shines through and would be her greatest strength. Incredibly engaging and gets individuals to think. She's admirably natural and doesn't need a script to get the worthwhile answers everyone is dying to hear.

Thanks to her mother's reputation, she's allowed to be herself fully and does not rely on her looks to sell her points, even when it's just mindless fun with Wade and Company! Joy is not a mediocre woman and it shows on screen. Quick-witted. Observant and takes everything in. There are times that her siblings say she's a walking library and knows the most obscure facts, which actually benefit her in the long run. If you tell her to recall an event and her favorite moment, she can give a highly detailed description of it, including odd imagery like the type of drink Kane Zimmerman decided to try before the show (and could have possibly regretted his decision). Kane can be an idiot, at times. But he's lovable and knows what he's doing.

She doesn't know this thing called sleep. If she could, Joy would take sleep out of her schedule and spend her nights researching and preparing for the next event. Hardworking and driven, through and through. AWE is her passion. Her life. And she can only aspire to be like her late mother, Elise Ryder, formally known as Elise Larson, AND her mentor, Wade Palmer (who is dating her baby sister, Trinity. Yai boi. Geterin)! She also NEVER takes completely over. Her subjects, usually the wrestlers, the stars of the show, are ultimately the focus of her commentary.

|Reason for being here |

» Is that even a question? AWE is all she's ever known. She was born in Philly during Extreme Takeover Philadelphia 1992. The loss of her mother was hard for her to get over but she's made a conscious decision to become just like her and perhaps even better. She loves wrestling just as much as any other fan and maybe even more, which influences her want to leave an everlasting impression on the screen because like her sister, she was made for this. A Ryder was made for AWE wrestling.

|Looks & Style |

» One of her most prominent features is her blue eyes, which incorporate gray, blue, and purple. She assumes she gets it from her mother's side, since her mother had gorgeous green. Her vibrant emotions emanate from her enticing stare and truly get people to stop and look at her. There is never any doubt in them, which is an admirable feature to have. Conventional, comfortable, and subtly stylish are terms that would best describe Joy's wardrobe. She honestly could careless what she throws on her body but as an on-air personality, she has to put some care in her looks. She'll never be as official as her mother was, but she will bring her own look to the table and be remembered for her! She loves the color scheme red, black, and white, so that isn't unusual to see in her attire.

Joy is definitely the extrovert in her family. Her gaze is truly the gateway to her soul and gives a glimpse of her ambition, dreams, and goals. Never too heavy with makeup, Joy has pale, fair skin, faint dark circles when not covered by foundation, and usually, always, even since she was a little girl, a hair style with bangs. The main allure to her exterior is her confidence. She isn't one to brood on her mistakes and failures. If she falls, she'll pick her self up and keep moving.

|Personality Traits |

» Extroverted ♦ Passionate ♦ Lively ♦ Stubborn ♦ Foolhardy ♦ Aspiring ♦ Compassionate ♦ Perceptive ♦ Clever ♦ Reliable ♦ Optimistic ♦ Persistent ♦ Devoted ♦ Resourceful ♦ Restless ♦ Aggressive ♦ Loquacious ♦ Honest ♦ Opinionated ♦ Energetic

|Favorite wrestler |

» The Ghost Ryder Retribution Trinity Caiden Winters

|Rep at AWE |

» Like her siblings, her reputation is influenced by that of her parents. However, this year has been her year of making feats that prove to the world that she has potential to be a great on-air personality and it's all thanks to her mentor, Wade Palmer, who reminds her that finding the story shouldn't be the only focus. The story is important, yes, but it's not the story the people can relate to, it's the people in the story. He's helped her realize her natural skill of finding the humanity and realness in her subjects and aids her in honing her gift in empathy. To use that to get her places, but most importantly, to give their audience a closer look into the individuals behind the Stars. Prior to her pursuing her career, she was known as Heath's sassy, highly opinionated daughter that absolutely loved questioning everyone and anyone. The one who talked so much, especially when she was little and walking backstage to give her father a glomp after he had just wrestled, that sometimes people couldn't help but point her in the direction of someone else. Now she's known as Joy Ryder, Elise's legacy, a self starter and the mind behind Do or Die, a new series that has gained more attraction than she expected (her pilot, starring Caiden Winters, definitely set the bar).

|Other |

» Gained a high interest with Caiden Winters because her mentor is always geeking out about him. How can you not love him? Also, you can't deny he's mighty handsome.
» 9966cc; Joy's FC: Carly Rae Jepsen

the really hot ring announcer

Vivi

Want to play with fire? I sure as hell do.

^{5'8" - 125 lbs | 3 months (fresh)}

|Birth Name |
» Vivienne Layla Ripley

|Hails From |
» Raised in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles
» Born in Honolulu, HI
» 07/21/1997 (19)

|Job at AWE |
» Ring Announcer; Currently does weekly shows for the experience before her partner allows her to do PPVs.

|Skills |
» Master at the art of persuasion or she'd like to think she has a silver tongue.

Raised in a wealthy family where her adoptive mother (and sister) uses her woman wiles to get what she wants, of course, Vivi learned from the absolute best and now uses her sexuality, emotions, and words to get what she wants, so long as it's time efficient and worth it. Woman have more power than they realize and she isn't going to have shame with showing some skin and making men and women alike want her.

What does she want? At the root of it all, love. But it's covered by the need for attention and pleasure.

» Beauty Queen and Princess Mentality

Some people don't have many skills on their belt but the skills they do have, like simply being beautiful, they utilize it to get them far. This isn't saying Vivi is useless. In contrary, she understands herself more than anyone else would ever, but her strongest skill is in the form of her body, which is accentuated by her personality.

» Sticks to her guns.

Call it stubbornness, but when Vivi wants something, she'll commit until it's absolutely her's. Aggressive. Driven. Desperate. She wants what she wants and she'll keep on trying until she gets exactly that. What she wants.

» Experience in being a gymnast, hulu and hula hoop dancing, and likes to play with fire, literally.

SEE. Not completely useless. She knows how to move her body and probably likes fire to an unhealthy extent, having taken classes in fire dancing and performing, but hey, she makes a captivating visual performance.

|Reason for being here |
» Adoptive father forced her out of the house to start doing something. AWE has some hot pieces of... she's here for experience. Yes, experience.

|Looks & Style |
» Vivi has two main styles. Trendy and sexy. She's the girl who is always up-to-date on the latest trends, and refreshes her wardrobe numerous times a year, especially when the seasons change. She makes sure her mother gets her the latest clothing that may have gotten off the runway just yesterday. Perks of having a supermodel mom. As for sexy, well, that's more a mindset than anything, but Vivi does aim to gain the attention of every male, and female, around her and isn't afraid to show as much skin that is legally and humanly possible. She'll strut off her best features, which in her opinion, is her entire... everything.

She's sexy AF. Her attitude is everything and that's truly what makes her desirable. It's not that she's intentionally trying to hurt anyone with her need to feel whole and her tendency to get involved with more than one lover. She can't help herself. Sex and love go hand to hand and if she's sexually attracted to you, she'll see the potential of love and act on it with her hands and... eyes... and lips... and thighs...and... you get what I mean.

|Personality Traits |
» Charismatic → Persistent → Adventurous → Affectionate → Bold → Wild → Selfish → Entitled → Needy → Insecure → Daddy Issues

|Favorite wrestler |
» Gethin Rhys, first and foremost
» Zachary Wake, only a margin difference

|Rep at AWE |
» With only three months on her belt, the one thing that everyone notices is the way she looks. Perhaps she's on the radar because she could be the one that potentially brings out bad sex scandals to the company with how attractive she is, but no one can deny that she can get a crowd hyped. A natural talent of her's. Phenomenal stage presence, even for a rookie.

Her reputation is more based on her adoptive parents. They're filthy rich. Her adoptive father is Christopher Helmsley, CEO, President, and PSO for Helmsley Enterprise (initially Helmsley Industries), a manufacture of many things, largely defense related, and her mother, Bianca Helmsley, is the second highest paid supermodel with earnings of $9 million. Her sister, Sofia Helmsley, is also a model but hopes to become more than just a face and enter the entertainment business as an actress. She has two other siblings. Brothers. Sofia's twin, Ryan, who doesn't do much besides ladies and blow, and her older brother, Joseph, who is honestly her role model because he's already making it big in Hollywood.

Her mother has been entertaining the idea of setting Joseph up with Eliana Lovelace (FC: Felicity Jones), the hotel heiress of Millennium Worldwide Holdings Inc, which is a British global hospitality company that manages and franchises a broad portfolio of hotels and resorts. But whether or not that will actually become a thing is up in the air since business has always been top priority with the men in her family. Her mom has however dropped heavy hints to both her husband and Lucas Lovelace (FC: Colin Firth).

As you can tell, Vivi is a celebrity right from the get go, but hopes to be treated like part of the AWE family. Not better, and not less. Just the same.

|Other |
» 49796B
» Christopher & Bianca Helmsley; Adoptive Parents; FC: Henry Cavill and Adriana Lima
» Logan Everett; Biological father; FC: Jason Statham
» Joseph, Ryan, & Sofia Helmsley; Siblings; FC: Matt Bomer, Brant Daughtry, & Taylor Hill
» FC: Alexis Knapp

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Female Wrestlers

My underdog!

Trinity

I was made for this.

^{5'2" - 115 lbs | Debuted a year ago}

|Birth Name |

» Trinity Faith Ryder

|Hails From |

» Greenwich, CT
» June 24, 1994 (23)

|Fighting Style |

» Less talk more showing. Trinity's expressions and actions speak louder than her words. Her melting chocolate eyes can make the audience's hearts quench and empathize with her in battle. She's always been in the world of wrestling and though she didn't decide to pursue it until after she got a BFA in Early Education, her father was never one to raise girls who didn't know at least self defense. Trinity, however, took it further and enjoyed building her endurance, willpower, and strength. Training her body became an addiction and one can say, to this day, she can't help but keep up with it. It feels good to put her body through hell - how else is she going to get better? That being said, she does treat herself to donuts from time to time.

Her late mother dragged her and her siblings to a variety of classes at the gym to give her children a good understanding of their body, mind, and soul. The more attuned you are with yourself, the better off you'll be in whatever endeavor you choose to pursue. Clear your mind and choose your battles wisely, unless it's for entertainment. Then put on a great show!

Never one to stray away from a challenge, never one to give up, Trinity is the type of fighter, who would take on beasts ten times her size, purely for the sake of improving and reminding herself that she has yet to reach her full potential. Fearless, she is not afraid to take on individuals that are opposite of her gender and based on her experiences, usually have a bigger built than her. Along with her driven spirit, high energy, and positive attitude, Trinity has one hell of a punch. She is daring and rather ballsy to the point where she doesn't care if she gets hurt. If it takes her competitor down, hell yeah she'll do it.

Her style, which is ever-changing since she is still figuring out what works and what doesn't, contradicts with her soft features - a true brawler, who is unpredictable and seems to constantly have her gears on full throttle unless she's down and out. When she hits, it's hard and the audience can feel it. Truly a sight to see for a newbie like her.

|Signature Moves |

» Revelation
» Sacrifice
» Downfall
» More moves will be added as she grows.

|Finisher |

» Redeemer
» She is still discovering herself and that means she has yet to have a full move set.

|Theme |

» First Theme (Could change depending on her journey, but this brings in the HYPE)

|Gimmick |

» Although Trinity has debuted a year ago and is known as the daughter of The Ghost Ryder, one of the most respected AWE wrestlers that kept the business alive even if he wasn't one of the major superstars, and the sister of the ruthless, rowdy Retribution, who to this day gives anyone and everyone hell - all for what he believes is right - she did not start gaining attraction until a few months ago. The match that truly set her on a war path to one day join the big leagues was in her home state, Connecticut.

She is what the wrestling industry would call a true underdog. Her biggest obstacle is to make sure she gets out of the limelight that belongs to her father, gaining respect for her own skills. Her brother has a worse complex than her of wanting to be the absolute best and not using their father's legacy for his own. Retribution is currently wrestling in Japan honing his craft in the international scene before he makes himself known in the big leagues at AWE. And trust him when he says: The time for Retribution is NOW. He is still known to a higher degree than her and therefore she is held up to both her father's fame and compared to her brother's endeavors.

Prior to that defining match in Hartford, CT, she had an equal amount of loses and wins and didn't do anything noteworthy. But it was obvious she was passionate and resolute. When she got upset at herself after a loss, she would find it in her to look at the brightside and keep moving forward. Trinity can't afford to not only be a disappointment to her family but a disappointment to herself. Small, but really fast, determined, but with a long ways to go, she needs that big win to be one step closer to her dream: winning the woman's championship title and holding it with pride and pure elation. That's all she wants. To be worthy enough to compete with the top bitches of AWE.

|Face or Heel |

» Baby Face

|Backstage Rep |

» If you want to know Trinity's reputation, you will need to have a glimpse of the past. Trinity is well known at AWE, even before she debuted a year ago. Her and her siblings, when they were young and small (and to this day), were (and are) allowed backstage thanks to their father being part of the older generation of wrestlers and her late mother, who made her mark the moment she stepped into the building. Her mother, who at the time was known as Elise Larson ^{(FC: Jenna Dewan)}, was the former on-air personality, who in a short span of time, became one of the most successful and respectable on-air personalities in AWE history. People still give their regards to her as the best backstage interviewer AWE has ever seen and held a memorial service after she past away, due to a medical condition. Prior to her being signed up with AWE, Elise was a sports commentator and built her resume to where it could only impress the world's largest companies. How could they refuse? She worked hard to achieve her goal and that was: to work at AWE. She was a die hard fan, through and through, from when she was a little girl to her dying bed. She never stopped loving the business and the business even introduced Heath Ryder to her, the love of her life, and gave her four beautiful, awe-inspiring, and determined children.

Heath Ryder is a legend, even if he is not one of the superstars of his time. He started off as a heel and after a couple of years turned into a face. Once you heard the engines of his metallic skull bike and the stadium was filled with the color blue, from the misty fog to the screens projecting the psychic energy, calming truth, and ghostly presence, you knew The Ghost Ryder was about to appear. Using the color blue was his sadistic way to get the audience to not fear him at his debut. Blue gave him a seemingly peaceful attribute, when in actuality, he was a ghost, who took over a vessel, to bring a wrathful reckoning. His first theme started off with the sound of a ticking clock and then queued the metal song which would prepare his fans to hold their blue glow sticks and move with the music, saying the lines in the song: The world is on fire and you are here to stay and burn with me. As he went down the long aisle, fire would follow behind him. His charisma and performance was remarkable, to say the least, and he always did his job: made the superstars look good.

When he went through a character development and found redemption on stage, "the wrathful ghost has been saved" and took on a new purpose, which was: to bring hard truths to the wrestlers so they don't get blinded by their pride and rage, so they don't go through what he did, he continued to keep everyone's attention. This was near the same time he started dating Elise. People have said that Heath brings it all: talent, versatility, and popularity. And yet, its all to make other wrestlers look good. A backbone man, through and through. Keepin' the business alive. His theme changed into a hyped rock song. They still used the colors blue and red for his entrance, but took away the ominous clock, which was to symbolize he's accepted his situation. Now, fans started wearing skull merchandise and chanted his name GHOST RYDER.

So as you can tell, the Ryder kids have a lot to live up to. Joy, following her mother's place. Blake and Trinity taking the stage. And Chance paving his own path and making his siblings look good, behind the camera. Trinity is an absolute sweetheart and it shows when she's on and off the ring. She's the girl who would cry in front of the camera and tell the audience that she is frustrated. Angry. Upset at herself. And because of that? She'll do better. She'll keep fighting until she makes it. Her words are genuine even if it's an act, because she is trying to get Roddy to see that she does have potential to be one of his top tier wrestlers. She has a major social media presence, even if she doesn't have nearly as many fans as Drayden, but if you do follow her, you'll see that she's extremely lovable and that her beautiful spirit is hardly an act. She has both her father's audacity and her mother's engaging personality. A natural charmer, but most importantly, someone that is not hard to love.

|Other |

» 008b8b, Trinity's FC: Demi Rose Mawby
» Father: Heath Everett Ryder, Age 52, Wrestler name: The Ghost Ryder, FC: Mark Strong
» Brother: Blake Isaac Ryder, Age 27, Wrestler name: Retribution, FC: Matthew Noszka
» Brother: Chance Patrick Ryder (twin to Joy), Age 25, Live event camera guy at AWE and digital video editor, FC: Asher Book
» Sister: Joy Cadence Ryder (twin to Chance), Age 25, On-air personality at AWE, FC: Carly Rae Jepsen

My bitter bitch!

Morgana

^{5'8" - 120 lbs | 10 years of experience}

No one can raise hell like me.

|Birth Name |

» Mileena Jayne Winslow

|Hails From|

» Fairfield, Connecticut
» October 23, 1991 (26)

|Fighting Style |

» A true artist in the ring, exceptionally athletic, and never fails to deliver knife-like precision and crisp maneuvers, Morgana has spent most of her life honing her skills. Her suplexes, submissions, and back body drops have gotten to the point where they look absolutely effortless and it would be fickle to not give credit where credit is due. She is one of the better technical fighters AWE has to offer, constantly aiming to improve herself for the benefit of making her father proud and to get the mother-fucking-title-back from that plastic bitch. Lightening fast with her hands and reflexes, she is constantly calculating the field to find openings so that she can 1) tire them out and 2) put them in a painful hold so they can tap out. If there is one thing she takes immense pride in, it's her ability to contort her body around her opponent, after literally flying onto them. It's one hell of a sight to see as she twists and turns, in the air, around their body, until their neck is in between her legs. She's got to be good in bed with the way her body moves.

A huge hindrance to her in the ring is her inability to let go of grudges and her tendency to give into her ill feelings toward certain individuals ^(Barbie). These flaws influence her actions and she doesn't mind adding a little ^{(a lot)} of shade into the battle if it means the bitch goes down. For example, if her target is standing outside the ring on the ground and not paying attention, you can bet your ass Morgana is going to swing her body on the ropes and kick the whore's head with her legs. She isn't some precious Face trying to please everyone. At the end of the day, she's out for herself but if she gets people to like her along the way, awesome.

|Signature Moves |

» Jinx
» The Bird and The Worm
» Not Wanted
» No Pain, No Game

|Finisher |

» Anaconda Squeeze
» Show No Mercy, one of her father's finishers.

|Theme |

» Stars In the Night

|Gimmick |

» Taking inspiration from her father's horror gimmick, her interest in witchcraft, religious, and Gothic lore, and her borderline sado-masochist tendencies, Morgana is determined to give her audience a memorable visual presentation. A true spectacular! Her father, Spencer Deschain, went by the name 'The Faceless' and chose to go out of his way to hide his face, wearing a 'bloody' mask to emphasize that he was a serial killer and only gave his audience what they wanted: a monster. Morgana too wanted to do something horrific, but in a way that not only put people on edge, but captivated them where they couldn't help but empathize with her. Relate to her. Love her.

At the bare bones of her gimmick, she's a dangerous woman and powerful enchantress, who leads other's to their demise. Fate, war, and death are themes she carries with her and her story, since day one. She sports a variety of colored hair to show her ever-growing, ever-changing, and everlasting powers. Currently, light pink is the color that ordains her head and she refuses to change this look until Barbie no longer sits on the throne. Barbies are known for being 'pretty in pink', right?

Malicious and cruel to those that oppose and/or back stab her, Morgan le Fay, one of the Arthurian legend characters that influenced her wicked stick, did everything in her power to get her prime object of sexual desire to herself. That would be Sir Lancelot. In this case, Morgana's Lancelot would be the woman's title, which once was her's...

Her fear tactics, usually involving demonic imagery and Anti-Christ subliminal messaging, is used to show that she will either get back what is rightfully her's or bring hell on Earth, burning everyone with her. For her true fans, they can pick up on hidden messages, that has happened ever since Barbie fucked her way to the top and stole the title from her. Morgana is seeking an angel, who can be easily drawn to darkness, and use her to end the reign of the Plastic Queen.

|Face or Heel |

» Heel

|Backstage Rep |

» Her personality influences her act, which makes it that more real. Mileena in a nutshell? She can be ruthless with her words, not holding her tongue for anyone, and doesn't like you. Not right away that is. This is not saying she is a completely heartless bitch, no, she can be humane and does have a soft side, to those she respects and trusts. However, don't expect her to put out for you, if you won't do the same for her. She will challenge you before she accepts you. Her father was and still is to this day best friends with Heath Ryder, since they both went into the business together. Heath's story turned him into a Face, while Spencer succumbed to his own darkness and never stopped being a Heel. So, Mileena does have at least one person she considers a sister and that would be Trinity Ryder. Wrestling is truly all she ever wanted to pursue. She doesn't have a wrestling family like the Ryders but she does have a remarkable wrestler for a father, who unfortunately is not married to her mother. Luckily for her, her mother, Charleigh Winslow, and her father are still on amicable terms.

Mileena started pursuing wrestling professionally at the age 16 and spent a lot of her younger years working in The Performance Center, which is the home for AWE's talent developmental system. She would argue that she started wrestling the moment she was able to walk, that is how fond she is of the sport. Morgana's dislike for Barbie is not too far from the truth, even if it's over-exaggerated on the ring. Primarily because Barbara resorted to using her body to climbing to the top. Granted, this is the entertainment business and it's not easy to break the social stigma directed toward women. She doesn't help the cause by having a practically insane character and constant drama starter as her gimmick. Part of why she can't get over her disdain for the face of Barbie is the fact that she is a method actor and becomes her character, so that she can emotionally relate with Morgana. At this point in her career, there are a lot of grey lines between Mileena and Morgana. She is willing to attempt to give Barbie a chance... in time. Trinity would have to do some convincing, but she could try. The audience has related the feud between Barbie and Morgana as a feud between a prep and a goth. High school never ends.

|Other |

» a020f0, Mileena's FC: Dayana Melgares
» Her outfits are her interpretation of a modern witch, giving her an enticing, sensual, rock meets goth look to go along with her theme song. The video that plays during her entrance has her in older era clothing, as if Morgana is a reincarnation of an older witch.
» Father: Spencer Hayes Deschain, Age 50, Wrestler name: The Faceless, FC: Kim Kold
» Mother: Charleigh Sybil Winslow, Age 47, Editor-in-Chief of a high fashion magazine, FC: Alexandra Park
» Half-Sister: Raven Raine Winslow, Age 23, Aspiring rapper, FC: Snow Tha Product
» Half-Sister: Precious Anise Winslow, Age 21, A natural socialite, FC: Cheryl Cole
» Cousin/Huge AWE fan: Byrant O'Connor (Age: 18, FC: Jeremy Irvine)
» Cousin/Huge AWE fan: Oliver Thomas (Age: 13, FC: Bradley Simpson)

My hellraiser & her smexy sister!

The Slayer Sisters

Peek-a-boo! I see you!

The best things in life are dangerous, like me.

^{5' ¾", 106 lbs - 5'8", 135 lbs
2 years Developmental, will debut soon with her husband
3 Years at AWE, 2 years at Developmental. 5 years total.}

|Birth Name |
» Alice Jane Slayer (Kennedy)
» Ariel Michelle Slayer (Flanagan)

|Hails From |
» Atlanta, GA
» April 17 (26)
» October 22 (23)

|Backstage Rep |
» You got all these sweethearts dressed as bitches, guess what? Ari is a fucking bitch on and off the ring. She does not like you. It takes her a LONG time to accept you into her world because your flaws are blaring red and she fucking hates it. Some people do not get the concept of personal space. If she's doing her own thing, don't interrupt her. She enjoys dark humor, other people's drama, and crude people. Constantly observing her surroundings, she will size you up before you approach her. Ruthless. Entitled. & Impatient. She was never fond of dealing with people, which is honestly her biggest weakness on the ring. Charisma, that is. It isn't something that comes naturally to her like it does for her little sister.

As flawed as Ari is, those she does let in, like her husband, Michael Flanagan, know that she does mean well, but due to personal experiences, her built mechanism of verbally lashing out at people to protect her own, has gotten to a point where she can't really break it down over night. Ari is a tough cookie and audaciously bold. A risk taker, through and through. A primadonna is an understatement of her personality and Ari refuses to be considered less than. She aims to be in the big leagues, even if it means she might break a few bones...

You see, she and Michael were already dating prior to their debut at AWE, which was near the same time. It wasn't hard for him to gain attraction because even if he leans more on the timid side when he's out of character, he's a phenomenal heel and it shined through since day 1. Ari, however, spent her first two years figuring out her image. She was simply a blank canvas, a doll of a woman, and a temperamental wrestler, who fought well enough to get her to the mid card but required A LOT of polishing, as she tried her downright best to 'find herself' in the ring.

A year ago, Michael and her got married, and for a year, the writers have been pushing her more toward his storyline to enhance his biker boy look and guess what? It's working. People are starting to see the character behind the bitch. While Ajax is the tail gunner of his motorcycle gang, Fallen Angels, she is his queen. The Bonnie to his Clyde, who knows her way around her gun, or in this case the ring, and isn't afraid to use that to her advantage. She's a tough-talking, quick-shooting criminal and is growing to be a machine gun-blazing woman who you better not underestimate. Whenever she's threatened, she doesn't even flinch, she jumps right in and marks her territory. Fearless and it's all thanks to the writers pushing her more in the direction of the rebel girl archetype because it's something Ariel can actually relate to.

Fun fact: She isn't fond of motorcycles, but for love, she'll get on one.

» Amore hasn't debuted yet, but her face is known backstage because of her sister. The young, energetic valet aspires to be as influential as Jezebel (FC: Jessa Hinton), who was the Faceless' on-screen eye candy and eventual wife. Jezebel may have made the Faceless seem more humane, but Amore? She wants to do more than be an accessory for her love. Revolutionize the role of valets all over! At the root of it all, Alice is a business woman, who doesn't just want to 'accompany' her husband when she's on the ring with him. She wants to get heavily involved in the action inside, outside, within the audience-- ANYWHERE. A dreamer, the doll aims to earn the loudest pops of the night. Her beloved Benjamin tells her she has a niche and that is her charisma. Her stage presence. When Amore is in the spotlight, there is no doubt people will be starstruck.

Sneaky, cunning, and without hesitation, Amore will do absolutely anything for Mordecai to heighten his chances of winning. It helps that she has one sexy act that no one can top. Rated R, sexy-goodness. She acts like a child, but moves her body like a woman. Her influence is undeniable and even if wrestling isn't her top skill (it's singing and acting), she will go down in history!

As for backstage? A lovable, naive, playful and misleading young adult. Careless and foolish. Accidental prone when she isn't performing. Alice doesn't want to grow up, so she'll act far younger than she is. Oh, and she's scary possessive over her husband.

|Other |
» FCs: Kerli Kõiv & Jana
» 721728 & 324C83

|Fighting Style |
» Ari keeps you on your toes, you never know what to expect and has a passion for power. Known for her agility, high stunts, and her attitude, Ari, from the get go, set her sight on cleaning up the Divas division, showing that girls were more than accessories and tools. Even her sister, who does strut her body like it's nobody's business, isn't just that. A body. Amore is a character, whose insanity and giggles will be what the people remember. Psychotic little girl trapped in a woman's form.

Meanwhile, Ari has commitment to excellence and wants to be recognized as a professional wrestler, with Ajax by her side. Her goal: to be one of the most vicious Divas of her era. She doesn't even have to be one of the stars, she just wants to be scary. Although she isn't there yet, she will continue to work her ass off. Her current success is all thanks to her athleticism, hotheaded personality, impressive arsenal of offensive maneuvers, and her husband's biker persona.

Ari has countless ways of finishing her opponents and she will not give into status quo. A true queen of the rebels.

|Signature Moves |
» Highside (Diving Hurricanrana)
» Ari Bomb (Lita Bomb)
» Eating Asphalt (Swanton Bomb)
» Helmet Head (Hardiac Arrest)

|Finisher |
» Boneyard Moonsault (Moonsault)
» New Prime (Widow's Peak)

|Theme |
» Whatever she had before, doesn't matter. Now she has Superhuman to match Ajax.

|Gimmick |
» As said earlier in backstage rep, Ari is Ax's Bonnie to his Clyde. His ride or die. They have a fiery dynamic and shower each other with attention. They are motivated by chasing the danger, excitement, and action of wrestling. He's the gun, she's the trigger. If Ari isn't happy, Ajax is pissed. He might be the King of the Hill but without his queen, the high of living it dangerous 24/7 isn't as addicting. They're into each other in a visceral and physical way. There is a sense of co-dependency and downright bat-shit insanity between these two. Ariel even went out of her way to get 'His' tattoo on her lower back, to match Michael's "Hers" tattoo on his arm, to add to their act (when he wraps his arm around her, the audience would know - she belongs to him). A psychotic and possessive love story where their need for one another is absolutely dangerous for anyone, including each other.

Soon enough, the audience will learn crazy runs in the Slayer family because when Amore makes her debut, they'll see that the blonde is light years ahead in the insanity department.

As for fashion sense? Ari is a daredevil biker chick. Leather jacket with the Fallen Angels symbol, bustiers to showcase her stomach and her back (especially when her coat is off), leather boots, denim, the color scheme black and white, bandannas, anything really that makes her look like a total badass.

|Face or Heel |
» Heel

|Job at AWE |
» Amore will be a valet for Mordecai, who is her husband off screen.

|Skills |
» Persistent and high physical stamina

Charming and full of energy, Alice is an energetic doer, cheerful and extremely spontaneous. A true woman of action. Even if she doesn't seem it, she has strong observational skills and a keen sense to other people's feelings. Quite the problem solver, regardless of her outlandish methods. This spirited blonde would like to think she's an excellent diplomat and negotiator, especially when it comes to her pitching ideas. By nature, she's too open and direct to deliberately manipulate someone (lies and manipulation is foreign to her, unless it's for an act), but she will fight her cause until there isn't any fight left in her.

» Improviser

Perceptive, witty, and clever. Rarely missing anything that is important, because she approaches everything with curiosity and interest, Alice will take impossible situations and make 'em great. Her memory for details and facts are impressive. She absorbs everything that interests her like a sponge, storing it in her noggin for later use.

» Dancing, acting, and gymnastic experience.

Pretty point blank, Alice kept her family busy by getting them to sign her up to as much as possible so she can get better at... life. Also, with such a busy schedule when she was younger, she didn't need to be home, which was a far more pleasant option than dealing with the turmoil. Her home life drew her insane. Convincing her parents to get her involved in the community was the easy part, making them part of it, her life, though? Not so much.

» Odd & blessed with boundless creativity

Alice has always been a little weirdo. Too much individuality for one girl. And yet, she doesn't know how to be any different. Sure, some of her creative ideas are concerning and creepy, but why should she limit herself? If her mind wants to run rampant, it should! Being different isn't a bad thing and Alice will never change for anyone.

|Looks & Style |
» Inspired by her aunt, who led a broken family with dignity and grace, Amore strives to be a visual masterpiece. Her aunt was a woman who carried whatever she wore like a queen. A queen who had an undeniable ability to live a life of pure kindness. Alice's goal, no matter where she is, or if she's being Amore or not, is to make her image timeless. Definitive and iconic, to where it is her trademark. Her look. A look that pushes boundaries and continues to evolve. Alice wants to be a trend setter, a walking fashion statement, and when people look at their television screen or see her on the ring, she wants them to recognize her immediately and maybe, just maybe, follow her as an example. If she can aspire others to walk with an air of confidence, loving who they were, while also not being afraid to explore out of the box, then her life would be more than fulfilled.

What more could you ask for? She's happily married, she has endless projects that make her smile, she's about to start the career of her life that will hopefully set her on a remarkable path of happiness and success, and if she's able to move someone or an entire audience in ways not many people can, then she can say she is more than satisfied with the life she's been given.

Hardships aside. Alice is a happy girl.

|Personality Traits |
» Visionary → Imaginative → Fun-Loving → Gregarious → Persistent → Dutiful (even if she is unbeknownst to the fact that she's a tease) → Exuberant → Trusting → Picky → Dependent → Reckless → Fearful (primarily of her husband leaving her)

|Favorite wrestler |
» She's biased. Her husband, even if he hasn't made his mark yet. Alice will make it known that he's HER favorite.

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My Male Wrestler! I'm giving him to Universorum to write as he sees fit since we had plans!

Retribution

^{6'2" - 238 lbs | 11 years of experience}

Not everyone deserves forgiveness.

|Birth Name |

» Blake Isaac Ryder

|Hails From|

» New York, New York
» August 19, 1990 (27)

|Fighting Style |

» Retribution is a man full of unbreakable willpower, unwavering ideals, and undeniable wrath. He is a constantly growing Powerhouse and resembles that of a well built raging bull, especially for his age. This is not even his final transformation. He succeeds when he puts his mind into his fighting and uses the constant adrenaline he generates in battle, especially when he's under immense pressure, to grab full control over his emotions, using that anger and delivering it into his blows. It's imperative to dodge his hits because along with him crafting every move, planning to corner his opponent or lead them into a trap, a single hit can put his opponent at a great disadvantage or even KO them if they aren't prepared. His time in Japan has given him MMA experience on his belt and put his body through immense challenges that's only made him stronger. Go all out and do anything to win. Japanese wrestling was more of a war and soon he will be heading back to America, ready to bring a new force to AWE. He's a true fighter at heart and it'll shine through. Without a doubt, he'll be better than his father.

|Signature Moves |

» Last Ride
» Wrathful Chokeslam
» No Mercy (Tiger Suplex)
» Retribution loves to do suplexes: 23 exploder, T-bone, and capture suplexes
» The Punisher Powerbomb

|Finisher |

» The Verdict (The Rainmaker)
» You’re Welcome (Tiger Bomb)

|Theme |

» The Second Coming

|Gimmick |

» To leave the shadows of his father's legacy, Blake chose to become an intense force to be reckoned with. Training until his body became numb to the pain, he aimed to not be the best, but to bring out the best in his opponents, by shoving a mirror in their faces and showing the evil coursing through each and every one of them. His only exceptions? His siblings, especially his sisters, Trinity and Joy, who he would protect with his life, and Caiden Winters, who has proven his worth and undoubtedly, the best has and is already thriving in his friend. He may not look as large as the monsters in the ring (mind you, he's still a brawny dude) but his punch can and will match them.

Retribution is hellbent on taking people down off their pedestals and forcing them to make amends for their sins. To himself, he is lawfully right, to others, they see a man who has no mercy, causing him to be viewed as a heel. You do not want to get on his bad side. He will pay you back, ten fold.

Taking what he wants, Retribution follows his own code of conduct and lets his rage cloud his judgement, which can cause collateral damage. He does not make promises, he makes guarantees. Whatever he says he will do, he will do. He does not have regards for anyone but those he chooses to keep close. Gain his trust and you will have his loyalty through thick and thin. His actions are morally ambiguous. Although he will never lie, he could mislead or withhold information. If an innocent is in the way of his target, he will bring harm to said person to achieve what he wants. If you want his help, expect him to want something in return, unless you are considered blood.

He will save his kin and expect nothing in return. He will try to save you, using the only option he believes is viable, punishment, but he already believes you're a lost cause because you have not shown him you're worth saving. To be damned by him is to have an unforgiving enemy for the rest of your pathetic existence.

The time of Retribution is now.

|Face or Heel |

» A Questionable Face

|Backstage Rep |

» Currently, he is in Japan honing his skills. He has yet to make his official AWE debut, even if people do know of him and he does have a decent reputation based on his experiences.

Blake isn't a complete ass. Actually. He's a lovable fool, who simply gets extremely into acting. He took inspiration from Commodus from Gladiator "Am I not merciful?", Inglorious Bastards, The Prince of Egypt, The Hunchback of Notre Dame (especially the song Hellfire), and other cinema films. He really likes movies, man. If he isn't having a life or being a wrestler nearly all the time, he is binge watching movies and shows.

Although he plays up on the 'fact' that he has major dad issues and wants to surpass his father in prestige, he and his father are on extremely close terms and he doesn't actually mind going to his old man for advice and help. One can say this has been an act he's been constructing ever since he was a teen boy. Make the press believe you are your character, when really, your personal life is quite peaceful - even if there is an underlining sadness due to the loss of Elise. His mother.

Yes, he was a mama's boy, which was obvious when he was little and playing around in the AWE headquarters with his siblings. Out of all the Ryder children, he would be in the most pictures with his mother. He's handsomely charismatic and doesn't require much to be a happy boy. Food really is all that matters if you want to satisfy him. And movies. He's a lot simpler than his act and can be endearing with how much he cares about the little things and the people in his life. That being said, like his act, there can be times where Blake gets irrationally angry and may need some alone time to calm down. He hasn't found many remedies for his anger besides making his knuckles bleed by recklessly punching into a wall.

|Other |

» 778899, FC: Matthew Noszka; knows Spanish and Japanese

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I REALIZED I NEVER DID MAKE CLAIRE GILMORE, HEAD MAKE UP ARTIST AND HAIR STYLIST OF THE GLAM SQUAD, WHO'S FIANCEE TO KEVIN THE WRITER. I have her unfinished sheet in a pm with my self. She was IC canon. Whoops >.>. Expect her EVENTUALLY.

sneak peak

Soon to be Mrs. Claire Harrison, to be married on Saturday, January 14, 2017

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I also never finished the last Ryder child, Chance! Who is videographer and Joy Ryder's twin.

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Leila, the Intern

I believe in me.

^{5'1" - 108 lbs | 0 experience. Start Date: Sin City Showdown PPV, Sept. 18th}

|Birth Name |
» Leila Mae Rose

|Hails From |
» San Diego, California
» April 23, 1999 (19)

|Job at AWE |
» Entertainment Relations Intern, with a focus in writing, assigned to Kevin Harrison.

|Skills |
» Knowledgeable; Not one to go into a job without researching and studying.

Leila has always had a higher learning structure than her peers. She skipped two years in middle school due to her advanced learning speed. She is currently a senior in college and is taking online classes so that she can take a year internship. Her parents would have preferred her choosing a career path in accounting or something that deals with numbers, but she honestly just wants to be part of... entertainment. Preferably, the thing her father and uncle, her role models, love the most. Wrestling. She knows whatever she does choose to do, she'll be fine. Leila takes pride in her intelligence.

» Confidant and decisive; She'll get the job done. Trust.

There are too many broken records out there. Leila doesn't understand why so many girls bring other girls down. Women should support and lift each other up. Everyone's on the same playing field - all trying to live and survive, wanting respect and equality. Leila does hold feminist beliefs, but she is not a femi-nazi. A feminist is a person that believes in human rights, regardless of the gender. Both men and women should have equal opportunities. At the root of it all, she's a humanitarian and cares about other people way more than she probably cares about herself.

» Organization skills that are off the charts and has been blessed with a pretty-damn-good memory.

Leila's organized to a borderline OCD-level and is capable of recalling the littlest things that people may have overlooked, that might have no importance besides she thought it was neat-looking or whatever you said five months ago gave her a good chuckle.

» A dreamer and a wishful thinker.

You can't really go places without having dreams, right? That's where we gain drive and ambition and Leila sure as hell is driven and ambitious. That being said, she is still young and some of her dreams and wishes are what most would consider childish. Leila has a bucket list and one day, she'll have it all marked off. Watch.

|Reason for being here |
» For experience. And, well, because she wants to be. THIS IS AMERICAN MOTHER-FLUFFIN WRESTLING ENTERTAINMENT, PEOPLE.

|Looks & Style |
» If there is one thing that Leila has come to accept, it's the fact that she reminds people of a life-size doll. She doesn't help her case with her interest in pastel hues. Especially pastel pink. Hey, if you can't change it, own it. She has big, brown doe-eyes and unnatural platinum blonde hair. Truth be told, Leila is a brunette, but recently, actually, she has dyed her hair blonde as a gift to herself for getting the internship. She is a woman who embraces change and takes risk, her dyed hair is only a small example of something she could and would do. Where does she shop at? Thrift stores. Colors and patterns tend to catch her eyes and she's constantly experimenting with the way she dresses. The clothes don't wear her, she wears them. Buy clothes for super cheap and then cut them up to make an ensemble. Expressive, playful, cute, colorful, original, and oddly mesmerizing. That's Leila's style (and personality) in a nutshell.

Yes, Leila can sew, but not expert-level. That's more her mother's thing.

|Personality Traits |
» Assertive ★ Eccentric ★ Benevolent ★ Childish ★ Opinionated ★ Opportunistic ★ Appreciative ★ Compassionate ★ Daring ★ Dedicated ★ Pure ^{For now}

|Favorite wrestler |
» (YOUNG LION, TBD)

|Rep at AWE |
» Too new. Based on her Skype interview, she is believed to be a professional, hard-working girl, who is not only full of excitement and personality but knows how to sell herself to get the position. That's true, yes, but there is so much more to her and only time will tell how people truly feel about the little Rose. She also had a really good connection and got assigned to AWE's writing department, which isn't a normal thing for an intern.

|Other |
» e4816a
» Father: Stephen Rose, novelist with pen name, Coilin C. Callahan, and radio morning host for 105.7 MAX FM, San Deigo's throwback station. FC: Ewan McGregor
» Mother: Ruby Rose, owns a small boutique in San Diego named after herself. FC: Winona Ryder
» Uncle residing in Beverly Hills: Geoff Rose, lawyer. FC: Russel Crowe
» Cousin and best friend: Shiloh Rose, high school student. FC: Stefanie Scott
» FC: Moriah Pereira; That Poppy

Mahoutokoro School of Magic: A Harry Potter Universe RP

@Lovely Complex@Silent Observer I'm thinking of a Fu guy who wants to become a Magic Zoologist

@GingerBoi123

All I know is my girl is gonna be a beater in intense Mahoutokoro Quidditch lol;; I'm prob gonna have it where a good majority of her family are Fu alumni, but she went in the direction of her mom, which I'm thinking might end up being Fu