#* . ・ › 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ˎ / kayfabe.
@karmalives said: “ i bet i can make you scream tonight. “ - from damian.
it’s the time of year for all things spooky, where samhain celebrations were abound, ol’ hallow’s eve rejoiced by most if some only did so for the sweets at the end of the night; and not including just children. the judgement day faction found themselves wandering about a cornfield , distant sounds of voices fearful piercing the air like rifles firing off, but no shootouts or wars were happening here, only the fun-filled festivities even becky lynch was enjoying. the others had elected to take different paths, a bet among them all to see who could get out first; but, it’s becoming abundantly clear that damian’s mind seems to be somewhere else entirely.
fingertips brush up against the stocks as they walk along their chosen path when his hispanic bravado punctured eardrums. it’s enough to make her stop dead in her tracks, cheeks almost as rosy as her hair. had she heard him correctly? brow raises, mouth left agape. sure, there’d been harmless flirtations, hints at something there but not quite crossed ... until that very moment. “ excuse me? “ there’s no anger in it, or offense . . . not in the slightest. rather, it’s just surprise which saturates tone. swallowing hard, she blinked up at him, bewildered. “ did you just ... did i hear that right? “
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@driiipgod seth gets a thing from jd brat, i mean becks.
there’s an unmistakable darkness surrounding the irish woman now, leaving scorched earth wherever she went, bringing chaos and destruction with her. high above the head of seth rollins, the redhead perches upon turnbuckle. she’d recently grown fond of reaching new heights, in more ways than simply one. mischievous grin plays at porcelain features, smiling like she’s perhaps akin to loki, a trickster ready to perform many a prank or something far, far worse. boot clad feet kick back and forth in odd rhythm she didn’t pay much heed to. head cranes fractionally to the side.
“ . . . hi, honey bunny, “ it’s not clear if the pet name is purely meant or if it was a proding taunt. but, one could hazard a guess in the way she waves digits at him in greeting. feigned pout given as dark painted lip protrudes. “ what’s the matter, you seem a little … tense. ya nervous f’r summer slam? i would be, “
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@fromalegacy jd brat, i mean becks, paints finn <3
teeth chew thoughtfully upon bottom lip, flickers of flames dancing behind chestnut hues as they admire the physique of the demon. even after all this time, he’s still in amazing shape. it’s enough to drive her insane thinking about it, alone. never mind actually being right there, touching him ... even if it was with fine tipped paint brush. low hum of contentment as even brush strokes fill well define black outlines with vibrant purple. it’s something that took just a sliver of bravery, but she still would dare to cross that line she’d teetered innumerable times over the year. gentle kiss is placed on skin of shoulder not covered by paint.
“ have i ever told ya how much i love when you do this? “ she’s of course referring to the demon, something akin to fascination and fantasy in the wake of watching that very creature come alive in the ring and out of it. “ . . . what is it like? “ it’s not a question she’s asked before. but, curiosity had found her in that moment considering things perhaps she hadn’t before. swift tact taken to switch out brushes, putting splashes of red along with the black and purple.
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@karmalives roman gets jd brat, i mean becks.
there’s something in the way that she just sits there, watching from atop the cell like a bird surveying land below its nest. in reality, the irish wrestler was waiting for the perfect moment to strike. it was a sinister game she played, planned and poised no doubt. heart thrums as the adrenaline increases, sweat slick brow wiped with the back of her hands. if there was anyone else in the industry that was in more ill favor than the judgement day faction, it was roman reigns. sure, he had been revered as the tribal chief, but it was becoming apparent within the wwe universe that something had to give. it was damian’s match, but did that ever keep any of judgement day from interfering? she hears the announcers as they finally notice her, and when she sees the samoan man’s focus upon her, all she could do is let out a raucous laugh as digits individually waved at him; a manner similar to mami’s. “ surprise! “
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@karmalives drew gets jd brat, i mean becks.
fingers make quick work of lacing up knee high purple boots she was gearing to wear for the promo she was about to do with the judgement day on miz tv. heavy sigh falls from lips stained a matching shade, black painted eyes shifting to the scottish athlete, a scowl seeming to reside in her countenance now. “ . . . let me guess, you’re here t’ tell me ya disapprove of my choices, too? “ it’s a valid question, since a number of people outside the faction had all been doing so from the moment her induction was televised. “ look, lad, y’ can save it if y’ are ... i’m not in the mood, “
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@nghtmrbt said: “ i’ll be waiting. when you’re ready to admit you want me. ” (from finn)
cheeks cannot contain the instinct to flush bright red in response to his suddenly spoken words, his frame pressed so firmly against her own. they’d been doing this dance for some time, and it was a dizzying affair. she knew she loved him, but the overwhelming feeling creeping in told her it was more than just love, she was completely enamored, ruined for anyone else. “ finn... “ breath of name exhaled from darkly shaded petals as they part, air warm as the sensation settling in lowermost abdomen.
“ . . . oh god, “ it’s completely involuntary, unable to be helped now. eyes dart rapidly between his, telling him all he needed to know. she did want him, more than anything else.
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@rvyalfamily for heel manmare bc me & rafe need ,
it’s amusing, really ; what’s that old saying again? the enemy of our enemy is our friend? it all made perfect sense, and something about working with finn again had knocked rust loose on gears in her mind which had been stationery for far too long. slow, torturous gesture of glasses moving lower and lower still down the bridge of her nose. head tilts opposing direction as she studies cody’s countenance closely as he approached, lips purse outward into pout. it isn’t until he’s at the table’s other side that they transform into a mischievous grin. the plan, as she saw it was simple.
step one, form a temporary alliance with cody rhodes, step two, aid in getting him that match with roman reigns, step three, help him win in typical judgement day faction fashion, and let damian cash in his contract, so that way finn could collect his receipts elsewhere, leaving a lot of gold around the waists of their found family. but, of course, he didn’t have to know all that. common goal, career opportunities. all in all, it seemed mutually beneficial across the board. cobalt and violet lacquered nails click as fingertips join, elbows resting upon the surface between them.
“ hey, hot stuff . . . “ she purred, lashes batting as she blinks up at him. “ . . . wanna make a deal with the devil, ? “ of course, it’s a mere jest. but if people wanted to believe the judgement day were all demons in their own right, possessing the likes of dominik mysterio and becky lynch, further spreading and branching out to infect others if only for a time, so be it. besides, feeding it was fun! flicker of vision from face to form, sucking bottom lip through teeth to gnaw at. it’s the shirt he’s decided to wear that gets her at first, but she tries her best to not get stuck there. not with much more pressing matters at hand.
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@fromalegacy roman gets some jd brat, i mean becks.
eyes of fire ignite bright like funeral pyres which burn the bodies of her very enemies as gaze finds the tribal chief. It takes everything in her not to scoff, scowl. of course, the double champion always had a bone to pick, a chip on her shoulder when it came to him; but this wasn’t about personal vendettas or anything of the sort. she wasn’t here to settle a score, but rather prepare for what was to come next. her match was right before his, standing backstage as she waits with anxious anticipation for her match, one of her first solo matches representing the judgement day.
finn would be escorting her out, but for now, he was giving her the space needed to prepare. would being in his presence serve as canon fodder? she could only hope. she tries so hard to bite her tongue; the one time she really needed to behave. “ . . . uh, ‘scuse me lad. need to get by ya f’r a second, “ voice is flat, without affect in the slightest. It had to be this way; otherwise, it’d be spewed like venom and surely the irish woman would display the brute anger kept trapped within. index finger points at rack of jackets behind him before maneuvering around him. slowly, digits begin to rifle through the collection.
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* tag dump finally
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