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We have someone who's power is having an awesome brain already, I see, so Heidi's out. I'll just adapt this character who in a previous rp was a supervillian.

I love me an X-men rp. Only question for me is whether to use the character I've used in two other X-men rps so far, one still ongoing, or use my centaur, or make a brand new character.
Dawn stared at Jarl open mouthed for a few seconds before scoffing. "Are you real?" she asked, aghast, "Or are you just a robot with a tape recorder playing 'The most stupid things ever said my misogynists volume 3' inside you? Though if you want to discipline me so badly, why don't we make a show out of it? I'm going to find Managantamos right now and ask him for a match between us for the next show taping. I don't want to beat you in a house show. I want the world to see me teach you just how much of a wrestler I am, and how much I belong here!"

She heads for the door, but before she leaves the room, she turns back to Jarl, rips off the single collar tie, and drops it to the floor, walking on it as she leaves. Once she's out of the room, she heads straight for Managantamos' office and knocks on his door, and waits. Then she knocks again, and waits. Then she remembered that he mentioned he was going to watch a ladder match between some new talent. She didn't want to interrupt him, nor did she want to return to the room and ruin the dramatic exit she nailed. She decided, for now, to slowly amble down to the training room, practice a few moves and sells, maybe hit the weights. The next PPV was coming up. If she could persuade Managantamos to let her have a feud with Jarl, she'd try her absolute best to win this fight, just focus on trying to learn how he fights in the PPV match, and lose to him around the 20 minute mark, and then try to beat him once and for all in the following PPV. Now that would be a good feud story! The One And Only Dawn Ellis fells a man who tells her she has no place here.
Lark did not post >.>

But welcome back!
Heidi slowly got to her feet. Emma was right. There were no casualties despite this group of ill-experienced, volatile mutants going up against somebody with such a dangerous power. Even so, Heidi knew she needed to be prepared next time. She was already starting to think of scenarios and plans that would have had a strong chance of working. She just didn't think of them back then. She didn't want to think of them back then. She was scared. She didn't want to handle the responsibility, because if she ordered everyone to follow one of her plans and it didn't work due to the millions of margins for error that not even she could take into account, and somebody got seriously hurt as a result of that, the guilt would cripple her for life and she knew it.

She had known she'd taken a tumble through the window, but she'd pushed that to the back of her mind while she was focused. Now she no longer was, and the adrenaline was wearing off. Her body was aching, and every single small cut she received from the glass started to sting. It didn't help that her brain is twice as sensitive to pain as everybody else's. Without another word, she slowly walked towards the transport.

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Heidi entered the transport with a red face, puffy, glistening bloodshot eyes, and slightly wet lines down her cheeks from each eye. She sniffed, and sat down. With a voice that started off wavering, but steeled itself into a clear, calm and concise pace and volume, she recounted all the events of this mission from her perspective to the listening Sage, from her noticing the floor, to getting sick, to being blasted through the window, to watching the fight with the mysterious mutant, to charging up Shawn, to the mutant's escape. All of it very well explained and detailed though still to the point, with a very lean and conservative choice of words to convey the most meaning in the least amount of time. Heidi didn't even know she was doing this. Running through every possible way to word a sentence and choosing the best one just came naturally to her. At least, it did for reports and factual descriptions. When it came to actually conversing normally with people, that was a completely different matter.
Are we all still here?
Or you could stay, and have Chris meet the new character.

Oh, and I'm still here
I could post, but I'm not sure what to post, whether to simply reply to Emma, or try and address some other characters, depending on who'd reply back in a timely fashion.
Dawn put down her now empty bowl of chilli, and stood up, stretching. She then pretended to stumble, going down on her knees on the left side of Ivan the Terrible, grabbing his leg for balance. She got up slowly to her feet, smirking.

"Sorry about that. I tripped. Also, I actually agree with you about the people's will being very important. What's the most important thing to me right now, however, is what everybody's written on this piece of paper," she stated, holding up the constitution that he had slipped in his left boot, giving him a cheeky wink as she opened it up and proceeded to read aloud the contents of the document, pausing for emphasis after every paragraph, an occasionally raising her eyebrow at any eyebrow raising sections

"RULES OF NATURE!

This landmass shall have no flags nor anthems. The people won't pledge allegiance to their country. This wrestling company is their country now. There will be no involvement in the Olympics, nor any other worldwide sporting tournaments besides pro-wrestling.

Areas of this landmass that used to be known as Cities or States may be used as incentive for match stipulations, with whoever winning that match becoming General Manager that entire area, however they must still answer to Managantamos for he is the CEO.

In this section of the charter, societal edicts shalt be in place fer how manne will fare so society wol be gentilesse in nature.

Edict the First: Mannekind shalt han a strict curfew, as soon as moon rises ther shalt be no hitting the flats, as mannekind must return and stay in their personal domiciles until the sun rises. Additionally each domicile must have at least one ghostly spirit in it that may do as it pleases. Anyone who breaks this here edict is subject to beatings until morale improves.

Edict the Second: Mannekind hast grown incredibly lickerish and easily succumb to temptation of lustful intent. To curb this tarnation, all biological creatures, which procreate through intimate affairs, must wear at least seox layers of cloth upon them. Anyone who breaks this here edict is subject to beatings until morale improves.

Edict the Third: Sadly establishments that claim to be 'Gentleman's Clubs' art dens of vile sin. All such nunneries shalt be destroyed and the land below it must be purified fer a fortnight before an actual Gentleman's Club, where professionals of various fields can gather for merriment and discussion, gets built upon it. Anyone violating this edict, and/or longin' fer these dens of sins shall be beaten until morale improves.

Edict the Fourth: Verily it be known to all that water is a rather nasty elixir that is frequently tainted by foul water spirits. No one shalt drink this easily tainted substance, rather they shalt drink Small Beers produced by local households and monasteries. Any form of liquor which have more alcohol content than the Small Beers will be outlawed. Anyone trying to violate this edict by the selling or drinking of improper brews shall be subject to beatings until morale improves.

Edict the Fifth: Rambunctious members of mannekind hath taken to frolicking as if they were entranced while an instrumentalist ensemble plays. This Satyr's Trot, known colloquially as "Dancing" is to be banned. Anyone violating this edict will be subject to beatings until morale improves.

All Citizens shall have access to proper medical, safety, and welfare services and resources. Any Citizen that cannot provide for themselves shall be provided for by others. The health, safety, and care of the people shall be the utmost priority of the government. All citizens shall have a representative of their region, who will fight for their best wishes."


Dawn puts it back down on the table. "There appear to be some contradictions here, gentleman. We must abide by the rules of nature yet we must enforce a strict curfew and wear six layers of clothing. The people must be kept healthy yet they're not allowed to drink water and must hydrate via alcohol. And all of us but one know why this is such a confused document, and who's to blame" she sneered, turning to Jarl. "I'm sorry, but is there a brain inside that helmet? No water? No dancing? I won't mourn the loss of Gentleman's Clubs myself but isn't it a woman's choice how she makes her money? I'm not going to judge. You wanted to know who's man enough to lock up first? This woman is!"

Dawn clearly liked to talk, and she was pretty damn good at it. Despite the fact that none of them were assuming kayfabe right now, Dawn actually talked like she was giving a pre-match promo.
@Sombrero

The only battle royale/royal rumble match that hasn't been for belt contendership or for the World Championship itself is the Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale, and no offence to the legend but you don't want to model any theoretical matches off of that match.

@Zero Hex

Sorry, I drove down to England this weekend. I'll get a post up now, though.
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