Ensley Sparks learned early that music could save her in ways nothing else could. Growing up, she carried melodies in her chest and wrestling in her heart, using both as escapes when life became too loud. Her story isn't polished or perfect - it's shaped by setbacks, quiet breakdowns, and the long road back to herself. She poured every emotion into songwriting, turning pain into power and vulnerability into art, finding strength in her voice even when she struggled to believe in it. Wrestling became her constant, a reminder that survival is its own kind of victory, and now, as a music producer for WWE, she stands at the intersection of both worlds. Ensley creates anthems for warriors while fighting her own battles behind the scenes, driven by passion, honesty, and a deep need to feel everything fully. She's soft but stubborn, broken but brave - a soul who refuses to give up on herself, proving that healing doesn't erase scars, it teaches you how to wear them with pride.
(More on Ensley's backstory. TW; SA, self-harm, eating disorder, alcohol abuse)
Ensley's strength was hard-earned. Behind the music and quiet confidence lived a past shaped by battles most never saw - struggles with alcohol, a long road to sobriety, and scars left behind by trauma she didn't choose. She carried the weight of surviving sexual assault, fighting self-harm urges, and navigating eating disorders that once tried to steal her sense of control. Recovery wasn't linear, and healing didn't come easy, but Ensley chose herself every day, learning to replace destruction with creation and silence with song. Now sober and standing steadier than before, she wears her survival with quiet courage, turning pain into purpose and proving that resilience doesn't mean forgetting - it means continuing.
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
Ride-or-Die Best Friends (1-3 people):
There are the people who've seen Ensley at her lowest and never walked away. They know everything - her struggles with addiction, her trauma, her relapses, and her recovery. They've sat with her through late-night breakdowns, celebrated her sober milestones, and remind her who she is when she forgets. Protective, loyal, and deeply bonded, this friendship feels more like family than anything else. They're the ones she trusts with her heart, her music, and her silence.
Love Interest (Open - Male or Female):
Someone who falls for Ensley not in spite of her scars, but alongside them. This person is patient, emotionally intelligent, and grounded - able to love her through her triggers, bad days, and moments of vulnerability. They support her sobriety, encourage her creativity, and see her strength even when she doesn't. This connection is slow-burn, soft but powerful, built on honesty, mutual respect, and unconditional acceptance.
Ex Partner: @mox1ey
Ensley loved Jon Moxley deeply, fiercely, and without hesitation - but their relationship couldn't withstand the weight of both of their struggles at the time. During a relapse that Ensley went through, Ensley pushed herself into places she couldn't control, and though Jon tried to be there, they both realized it wasn't healthy for either of them to stay together. Their breakup was mutual, painful, and filled with quiet regret, but it wasn't about betrayal - it was about survival, boundaries, and knowing they couldn't give each other what they needed in that moment. Even apart, Jon still cares for her deeply. He checks in from time to time, offering support without pressure, reminding Ensley that support and care doesn't have to vanish because life gets messy.
I arrived early to Boston (or on time, it depends on the perspective) and whoever is in the next room … shut the fuck up. Nobody wants to hear Lucky by Britney every 5 minutes!
Just so everyone is aware I am the king of Mario Kart and you're all beneath me. Thanks for coming to my ted talk, I won't be taking any questions whatsoever.
The production truck hums with quiet life around Ensley, monitors still glowing with the final traces of the show, voices fading out of headsets as the night winds down. Everyone else is wrapping up, laughing softly, talking about calls and cues and how smooth everything went. But for her, the sound feels distant, like she's underwater watching it all happen without actually being part of it.
Her hands move like muscle memory as she shuts down systems, checks final feeds, clears out cues she doesn't need anymore. She's done this a thousand times. She could do it in her sleep. That's the problem - there's too much space in her head to think while her body does the work. She tells herself she's fine. She always tells herself that.
But the silence between tasks starts getting louder.
Her jaw tightens slightly as she leans back in her chair, eyes flicking to the corner of the truck where no one is really watching her - so she thinks. There's a small bag tucked away where it shouldn't be, something she promised herself she wouldn't touch again, something she swore she had left behind. Her fingers hesitate for only a second before she convinces herself it's just to take the edge off. Just enough to get through the night. Just enough to stop the noise.
Ensley grabs the bag and takes out the giant bottle of tequila. Her alcohol of choice back when she was in active addiction. She can't remember how long this bottle had been sitting back there. Just this once, Ensley took a giant swig of the alcohol, closing her eyes with the familiar taste. She took a giant sigh as she set the bottle down on the table.
Behind her, the door to the truck opens, someone stepping in with that familiar ease of a coworker who knows the rhythm of the place too well. Someone who has seen Ensley's good days, her bad days, and the in-between ones she tried to hide the most. The worker who showed Ensley the ropes when she first got started.
They don't say anything at first.
They don't have to.
Ensley feels it anyway - that shift in the air, the pause that lingers just a second too long. She knows what they saw, or at least what they suspect. Her fingers freeze for half a heartbeat before she forces herself to keep moving, turning back to the console like nothing happened.
"Everything's fine," Ensley says too quickly, voice flat, controlled in a way that doesn't quite match her hands anymore.
No eye contact. No explanation. No room for questions.
The co-worker hesitates behind her, like they're choosing their words carefully, but Ensley doesn't give them space to land. Ensley clicks through another screen, shuts down another system, pretends the moment didn't exist. Pretends she didn't slip. Pretends she didn't just break something she's been fighting so hard to hold together. And then she does what she's gotten good at over the years - she shuts it down emotionally before it can fully reach her.
"I've got it," she adds, softer this time, but still distant. A boundary. A wall. A dismissal.
The co-worker doesn't leave immediately, but they don't push either. They just watch her for a second longer - like they're memorizing the version of her that's trying to disappear in plain sight - before finally stepping back out of the truck, leaving the door to swing shut with a quiet click.
Ensley exhales a deep breath she didn't realize she was holding in. Her hands rest on the console, still steady on the outside. But inside, everything feels louder now. Not because of what she did - but because someone saw it and she still chose to keep going anyway.
She swallows hard, blinking a few times like it might reset her, like she can rewind the last few minutes if she focuses hard enough....
She can't. So instead, she just keeps working. Like nothing happened. Like she's still in control. Even though, deep down, she knows that's no longer entirely true.
I was at 365 once. I watched the number disappear in a single moment I told myself I could control.
Yeah, mainly just producing and writing. I've been songwriting more lately; I took a break from it for a bit but now it's been a good part of my nighttime routine.
Shockingly, no. I just built my portfolio up with music I made and it’s what got me the job and had a 3-month training period. But I am debating going to school for something.
I love it. It gives me the chance to do entertainment and get to be behind the scenes! I spend the live events in the production truck playing all the wrestlers music. It is a blast though.
Hey! Not random at all... yep! I produce wrestlers theme songs and get to picks theme songs for PLEs for WWE, but I also make some stuff on the side outside of work, just to keep my creativity up.
