powerful

[rvisehell-blog]

    ❛  @takesarms

                             head bows, orange hair falling over her shoulder, hazel eyes glued to the hands on her laps shoulders tense, a sigh on her lips. she could sense her, see her feet from where she was sitting and a shuddering sigh fell from her lips. ‘  w’at do ya want, sash ?  ’

               proud that she didn’t even need to announce her presence for the other woman to figure out it was her. smirk tugging at her lips as she moved over, till she was standing in arms distance of the redhead. hand reading forward and resting gently upon her shoulder.  ‘  just wanna check on my favorite little irish lass.  ’  hand moving from her shoulder to beneath her chin, an attempt to tilt becky’s head up as sasha leaned in closer.  ‘ lookin’ pretty weak out there. doesn’t suit you. ’ 

[heelchamp-blog]

You’ve awoken me, but you’re choking me, I was so obsessed. Gave you all of me, and now honestly I’ve got nothing left.

[aprilsbrooks]

You can be Alice, I’ll be the mad hatter.

[benziiiin]

ᴡᴡᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅꜱ 　 　　↳  C h a r l o t t e  F l a i r

　 　　 　 　❝ I have conquered  　 　　 　 　everything that I have ever faced. ❞

[rvisehell-blog]

impulsive charlotte starter call for obvious reasons. 

[theweeknd]

[rvisehell-blog]

[heelchamp-blog]

@baeckyshorsewomen asked; paige or aj lee

[jimdrugfree]

[babeimgonnaleaveu]

[rvisehell-blog]

     ❛   @siimplyphenomenal

              She was always quite an easy thing to set off and AJ wasn’t about to question what could’ve been the issue now. Sometimes it was better to not ask ‘why’ when it came to the other AJ. “Hey. Hey. Hey. I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout now…. but I’m right here.” He held his hands on her smaller arms. Forcing her body to face straight at his. Waiting until he didn’t feel her trying to possibly move or pull away from him, Styles then moved a hand to her chin and forced his wife to turn her gaze up to him. “Relax a little, alright? Sit down and please, calm down.”

known for her anger, her tantrums. her manipulation. aj was known to let her emotions get the best of her. to lash out at the slightest negative situation. but something that she rarely acted on was the one emotion that truly tugged at her heart. she rarely let herself admit when she was upset. missing her husband more than she could explain. a desperation as she stood by the bathroom door of his hotel room, watching him pack for europe had caused the words to fall from her lips before she could even explain to herself what had caused them. how could you miss someone so much that was standing in the same room as you, aj wasn’t sure. but she knew she did. she missed him. or, more importantly, missed his attention.

he was the first “boyfriend” of hers that she seemed to not be able to wrap around her finger. he had his mind focused on where it was suppose to be. which she admired. but she still felt alone. still wanted more of him. and knowing he would be going away for so long, without her, it was enough to make her want to block the door and throw a tantrum until he packed her in his bag. 

    ‘ yeah, you’re right here. for now. ’ a snap, unintentional, followed by a groan. the disappointment only being stopped as she felt his skin against hers. hand steadying her enough to bring her to her senses. before she could speak up again though, her dark eyes narrowed at him and it took everything in her not to slap him. relax a little. who did he think he was talking to. instead she pushed past him and moved to the bed, grabbing a pillow before sitting on the edge and letting her legs swing for a moment. kicking his suitcase in the process. 

    ‘ i don’t wanna relax. i want you. your mind has been gone for days. and i get it. match. match. championship match. attacking raw. match. but now you’re going to be gone for weeks and i’ll be here, alone. without you. you didn’t even invite me to go with you? are you needing to get away from me that badly? i didn’t think i was driving you insane ... anymore.’ 

[rvisehell-blog]

      ❛   @siimplyphenomenal

            AJ couldn’t help but pass a laugh - a little chuckle. “Listen. I get it. You’re the former face of the Raw Women’s Division and doing this feels wrong but you gotta realize… you ain't one of them anymore. You’re one of us now.” He wasn’t about to try and reason with her because he knew shaking that feeling would be no easy task for her. The Phenomenal One knows he’d be in a similar situation if the roles were reversed and he was suddenly a part of the Raw brand. “Jus’ don’t come crying to me when they jump you and lay you out ‘cause they don’t care who you are and what you did for them.”Styles continued as he shrugged his shoulders. Then reaching out to give Charlotte a pat on her arm, holding his hand there. “I’m sure you’ll make the right decision.” 

she wasn’t one to need reassurance. she made decisions and stuck to them. she knew how to make a plan, to push and crawl and kick and get to the top. to prove she was the best. charlotte had done it all before. had knocked the champion off her pedestal and proved to everyone why she deserved to be called the queen. she knew that sometimes you had to play dirty to get your point across. so why was she so nervous about the raw invasion? 

standing in silence, eyes focused on the ground. she listened to him speak. for once, someone else was the mastermind. for once, someone else was calling the shots. and she found herself, for once, questioning if they had done the right thing. and for once? there was only one person who could talk some sense into her. 

    ‘ there really isn’t a decision to make and we both know that. i’m on smackdown now. this is my show. this is my brand. and i am going to defend this brand every night to prove that it’s now the better show. there’s not a doubt in my mind that i wouldn’t defend this brand. ’

no. the doubt in her mind had more to do with her own placement on the brand. how she had went from the reigning queen of RAW and the women’s division to just another player on the smackdown division. with a shit champion making a joke of what it means to be a queen. none of that made her question her loyalty to the brand itself though. her loyalty to shane for saving her from the shit show raw was becoming.  a sigh falling from her lips as she noticed his hand against her arm and smile tugging at her lips.

    ‘ you’re right. i get it. i’ll be ready to attack when the time comes. just couldn’t get myself to walk down those hallways and attack them after everything. who knew i actually had a heart. ’ a pause, gaze raising to meet his. ‘ do you really think i’m the one to come crying about anything? we both know if those girls even attempted to jump me, i’m gonna dust myself off and fight back twice as hard. ’

[rvisehell-blog]

     ❛   sasha:

              “What? You think you deserve to be EXCUSED because you didn’t invade us with the rest of your friends?” It was a genuine question almost. Sasha was quick to notice that her former rival wasn’t to be seen when the rest of her brand decided to take action on the show she once ruled. Nonetheless, she was still guilty through association. She was still a part of the other brand and this year, unlike the last, Sasha didn’t have to pretend to be her ally. “I’m here to set the record straight that I’m coming for YOU at Survivor Series because there’s no one on that team who I want to fight more than you.” Sasha took a step closer. Stepping up to the opposition who seemed to clearly be in no mood to fight.

she wasn’t in the mood. not now. not with so much going on in her head. survivor series was sneaking up closer and closer and yet she couldn’t get her mind on teamwork. no. her mind was on the champion and how she could get what rightfully belonged to her. sasha was being what she always was, an annoyance. lips pursed together in a line as thin as her patience, her gaze lowered to look at the RAW superstar. 

    ‘ fight? you think you could actually put up a fight? on a PPV? oh. sweetie. ’ laughing into sasha’s face as she raised her hands, gently pushing sasha back to give charlotte back her personal space. a grin forming across her lips. ‘ just because my streak broke doesn’t change the fact that you have yet to be able to put up a fight when it matters most. you’ll choke and probably lead your team to a much deserved loss. you’ll make a fool out of yourself once again and just remind everyone why you’re no longer champion material. ’

waving sasha off, she began to push past her. moving down the hallway and keeping her back to the other woman. not wanting to deal with this childish temper tantrum that the younger woman would surely show. never one to be able to hold her emotions together. charlotte paused once she was a few steps away, turning to glance over her shoulder once more. 

   ‘ i told you not to start with me, banks but if it’s a fight you want. then bring it on. give me your best ... if you can even remember what that is anymore. ’

[dailybanksgifs]

“I want fans to remember the name Sasha Banks. When I look back 10 years from now, I want women to want to become wrestlers because of Sasha Banks.”

[rvisehell-blog]

”please don’t forget.” becky @ sasha

· * ☆      ❛   a meme i deleted whoops   /  @chasingcld

PLEASE DON’T FORGET. the words kept running through her mind. thoughts racing on what exactly it was that the irish superstar wanted from sasha. she was confused to say the least. the two women had barely spoken since the brand split. very rarely crossing paths. so what was there for her to remember? the way things use to be back in NXT. the way the two had been a force. the way sasha had felt for her back then. or the way they had a moment to reconnect since joining the big leagues.

no. she was willing to forget all of that now. now, the only thing that came to mind when she thought of becky would be how pathetic she was. how much of a snake.

    ‘ oh, don’t you worry becks. i won’t be forgettin’ that little beat down you blindsided us with. and if i were you. i’d be watching your back because i sure am gonna enjoy knockin’ you on your ass. ’ a pause, moving closer to the red head. standing nose to nose. ‘ you think you’ve changed into this good hearted person but you haven’t. you’re still the same person you were when we were a team. maybe you should stop actin’ so self righteous and remember who exactly helped you make that name of yours because you didn’t earn it on your own. ’

[jimdrugfree]

[ghostling]

Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”