Post by alyadmirer on Aug 21, 2015 1:26:50 GMT
It all seemed surreal...
Skylar Mitchell hadn’t been a part of the FAWN organization long, and at this point, she STILL wasn’t an official part of the main roster. But she and Charlie Dawson had been doing quite well in Desert Divas. Of course, in Albuquerque, a coat rack could partner up with Charlie Dawson and get over at the Left Turn. But the fans had still shown her plenty of love, even working on her own. And she had picked up plenty of wins, if not yet a title shot...
Ironic, really, that she would get an opportunity at gold on the main roster before getting one in Albuquerque...
Mitchell had just finished getting into her gear when she heard a knock on the door. “Come in,” Skye said... and found herself face-to-face with one of the last people she had expected to see tonight. “Hey...”
“Hi,” Cynthia Mitchell replied.
“Not... that... I’m not happy to see you,” Skylar told her older sister, “but don’t you have a match of your own to be getting ready for? I mean, I at least had Charlie in my corner when I faced Scandalous. I wouldn’t want any part of them by myself...”
“Oh, don’t worry,” the Cynful One responded. “I’m gonna be MORE than ready to teach those bytches a few lessons. But I couldn’t NOT stop by before your big night.”
Cynthia took a moment to gather her thoughts, drawing in a quick breath before speaking again. “You KNOW no one expects you to win tonight, don’t you?” she asked, a question which momentarily widened her baby sister’s eyes. “Oh, they’re gonna CHEER for you. They’re gonna WANT to see you win, and they’re gonna HOPE you win... but not a damn one of them THINKS some kid from the desert is gonna come in here and beat Janel Manning.”
“Gee, thanks,” Skye deadpanned.
“Especially not for the Intercontinental title,” Cynthia continued. “You DO know that’s the one belt in this company that I’ve NEVER held, right? And if *I* haven’t been able to go out and win that thing...”
Skye felt the temperature of her blood rising, and felt her boots shifting into a fighting stance. As much as the thought of softening her own sister up for Lucy and Mina galled her...
“... it’s gonna look DAMN good around YOUR waist.”
Skylar blinked.
“But...” the Li’lest Mitchell muttered, struggling to find her voice again. “But... you said...”
“I know what I said,” Cynthia replied. “F*CK what THEY think! What’s important when you go out there is what YOU think! And, if it helps, you wanna know what *I* think? I’ve been watching you a little bit, and from what I’ve seen, on your best day you can go out and beat ANYONE in this company. Just make DAMN sure today’s your best day.”
Skylar beamed. “Well, it’s off to a pretty good start. Sis, I could hug you right now...”
“If you must,” the Cynful One replied with a scowl... which quickly dissipated as Skye sprinted toward her, enveloping the FAWN Original in her arms.
“I love you, Cyn,” Skye said once she finally pulled back. “I know things have been... weird... for the whole family, for a long while now. But I hope you’ve never doubted that.”
Cynthia shook her head. “YOU I’ve never doubted, Skye,” she sighed. “You’re about the ONLY one I haven’t doubted, but...”
“Tam and Soph love you, too,” Skylar chided her. “I’m sure Tamara will tell you that once she’s gotten her head back together, and Sophie...”
“Oh, Sophie loves me...” Cynthia interrupted, although the words sounded like they pained her to say. “She sure doesn’t know how to show it much of the time, but...”
“And mom...” Skylar started to say, but one glare from her sister told her not to push her luck.
“Well...” the Cynful One said, eventually breaking up the awkward pause. “You said it yourself: I got a big match to get ready for, and so do you.”
Cyn patted her sister’s shoulder.
“Go knock ‘em dead, *champ*.”
Skylar Mitchell hadn’t been a part of the FAWN organization long, and at this point, she STILL wasn’t an official part of the main roster. But she and Charlie Dawson had been doing quite well in Desert Divas. Of course, in Albuquerque, a coat rack could partner up with Charlie Dawson and get over at the Left Turn. But the fans had still shown her plenty of love, even working on her own. And she had picked up plenty of wins, if not yet a title shot...
Ironic, really, that she would get an opportunity at gold on the main roster before getting one in Albuquerque...
Mitchell had just finished getting into her gear when she heard a knock on the door. “Come in,” Skye said... and found herself face-to-face with one of the last people she had expected to see tonight. “Hey...”
“Hi,” Cynthia Mitchell replied.
“Not... that... I’m not happy to see you,” Skylar told her older sister, “but don’t you have a match of your own to be getting ready for? I mean, I at least had Charlie in my corner when I faced Scandalous. I wouldn’t want any part of them by myself...”
“Oh, don’t worry,” the Cynful One responded. “I’m gonna be MORE than ready to teach those bytches a few lessons. But I couldn’t NOT stop by before your big night.”
Cynthia took a moment to gather her thoughts, drawing in a quick breath before speaking again. “You KNOW no one expects you to win tonight, don’t you?” she asked, a question which momentarily widened her baby sister’s eyes. “Oh, they’re gonna CHEER for you. They’re gonna WANT to see you win, and they’re gonna HOPE you win... but not a damn one of them THINKS some kid from the desert is gonna come in here and beat Janel Manning.”
“Gee, thanks,” Skye deadpanned.
“Especially not for the Intercontinental title,” Cynthia continued. “You DO know that’s the one belt in this company that I’ve NEVER held, right? And if *I* haven’t been able to go out and win that thing...”
Skye felt the temperature of her blood rising, and felt her boots shifting into a fighting stance. As much as the thought of softening her own sister up for Lucy and Mina galled her...
“... it’s gonna look DAMN good around YOUR waist.”
Skylar blinked.
“But...” the Li’lest Mitchell muttered, struggling to find her voice again. “But... you said...”
“I know what I said,” Cynthia replied. “F*CK what THEY think! What’s important when you go out there is what YOU think! And, if it helps, you wanna know what *I* think? I’ve been watching you a little bit, and from what I’ve seen, on your best day you can go out and beat ANYONE in this company. Just make DAMN sure today’s your best day.”
Skylar beamed. “Well, it’s off to a pretty good start. Sis, I could hug you right now...”
“If you must,” the Cynful One replied with a scowl... which quickly dissipated as Skye sprinted toward her, enveloping the FAWN Original in her arms.
“I love you, Cyn,” Skye said once she finally pulled back. “I know things have been... weird... for the whole family, for a long while now. But I hope you’ve never doubted that.”
Cynthia shook her head. “YOU I’ve never doubted, Skye,” she sighed. “You’re about the ONLY one I haven’t doubted, but...”
“Tam and Soph love you, too,” Skylar chided her. “I’m sure Tamara will tell you that once she’s gotten her head back together, and Sophie...”
“Oh, Sophie loves me...” Cynthia interrupted, although the words sounded like they pained her to say. “She sure doesn’t know how to show it much of the time, but...”
“And mom...” Skylar started to say, but one glare from her sister told her not to push her luck.
“Well...” the Cynful One said, eventually breaking up the awkward pause. “You said it yourself: I got a big match to get ready for, and so do you.”
Cyn patted her sister’s shoulder.
“Go knock ‘em dead, *champ*.”