#craftchaos

[chaosthrive]

‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ@egoforge, ♡

There were times when she felt like a soul lost among the masses. Wrung out and left to dry by Charlotte, there was hardly a person who could look Becky in the eye without it being laced with something else. Pity. Sorrow. Embarrassment. Made her skin crawl and her fingers twitch. She was starting to resent this place and these people. It was so easy for her to get caught up in her own thoughts, enough so that when she caught the shoulder of someone as she staunched through the hallway of the arena, she barely batted an eye. Gone were the days of the constant apologising and immediate guilt, no. Becky kept her head down, kept walking.

Or she would have if the shoulder she’d checked had been anyone else but Dean’s. Perhaps one of the only people left in the company who couldn’t have given less of a crap about the status quo, it was the gruff of his voice, the irritation, that pulled her from her state of ignorance.

“ Aye, watch where ya walking then. ” A half turn back towards him, that inevitable guilt washing over her causing her to turn fully toward him now. Try as hard as she might to be that person, uncaring and ice-blooded… She couldn’t. “ No, that was bullshit. ” A sigh, a shake of her head. “ Y’alright? ” She’d seen him take far, far worse than what she’d just given him, but… Figured Ambrose of all people probably hated the word sorry more than she did.

[dyingbrced]

another long ass starter for @egoforge​

Another job, cash in hand and no questions asked about the nature of the person that she was protecting. She wished in hindsight that she’d asked. This guy was a total asshole, only around causing trouble and antagonising anyone in his path. That was why she’d been hired. At least partially. The crux of all of Rollins’ issues stemmed from a destroyed friendship at his own hands, a betrayal that had been in the planning for a long time.

She’d been told under no circumstances to let ‘Ambrose’ near their prodigal son, and on numerous ocassion she had usurped attempts to get within a hairs breadth of him. But she understood why he wanted to get close, definitely didn’t blame him. Not least after a rather unsavoury run in with the man she was protecting. Hollis lingered after that, made a point of getting close to his enemy whenever she caught him trying to sneak past her team’s defences. 

Dean was his name she’d found out, spat out by her benefactors when her interest got too close for comfort. Interesting. That they didn’t want her near him. So it was nearer that she got, every time she rebuffed his attempts she lingered longer than she should have, looked him up and down to try to work him out. He really was fascinating.

It had been a few days since she’d let him slip past her clutches and bloody Rollins’ nose. Hollis had made no point to stop him do it, looked on while he went to work. Even now when she blocked him from getting inside the arena she couldn’t help but smile, her hands grasped tight in the front of his jacket, “Y’know you’re not supposed to be here.”

[reigningrcman-blog]

❝ make sure you  k i s s  your knuckles before you  p u n c h  me in the face. ❞

[chaosthrive]

@egoforge  for  dean. 

 every  time  that  seth  looked  at  dean,  he  was  flooded  with  memories  of  a  time  when  they  were  both  happier.  younger.  from  a  time  when  they  had  no  idea  what  life  was  going  to  throw  at  either  of  them,  and  all  they  cared  about  was  moving  through  life  together.  despite  it  having  been  months  since  his  return  &  the  eventual  defeat  of  hunter...  there  was  still  a  hole  in  his  perfect  picture  of  a  full  circle  redemption.  the  puzzle  in  his  mind  wasn't  just  incomplete,  struggling  to  fit  in  the  last  piece  no  matter  which  way  he  turned  it,  no.  seth  didn't  have  the  last  piece.  he  wasn't  sure  he  ever  would.  

 not  when  he'd  pushed  that  last  piece  so  far  out  of  his  life,  he'd  almost  forgotten  it's  name.  

 the  months  spent  alone  in  rehab  were  the  darkest  he'd  been  in.  time  in  and  time  out,  he'd  hoped  for  someone  (  anyone  )   to  pop  their  head  through  his  front  door.  with  darkness  came  self-reflection  and  with  self-reflection,  came  guilt.  and  wasn't  guilt  just  the  perfect  breeding  ground  for  regret.  with  regret  came  dean  ambrose.  every  thought  about  him  resulted  in  a  dry  lump  in  his  throat  that  seth  would  near  choke  on,  make  him  gag  and  stop  breathing.  he  hated  it.  hated  dean  for  making  him  feel  like  he  was  drowning  above  water.  hated  that  dean  didn't  come  and  visit.  seth  became  fuckin'  delusional.

 the  feeling  would  still  come  back  when  he  saw  dean  backstage,  granted  it  wasn't  as  strong,  but  it  still  came.  enough  for  seth  to  shove  his  things  into  his  bag  and  walk  out  the  door,  anger  mixed  with  guilt  and  regret  made  for  a  combination  that  wouldn't  work  in  his  favour.  made  for  a  combination  where  seth  had  barely  looked  at  dean  since  he  came  back.

 until  he  had  to.  

 he’d  been  rolling  the  idea  of  an  upcoming  match  with  ambrose  for  a  while  now,  knowing  that  sooner  or  later  he’d  have  to  do...  something.  he  was  just  hoping  it  would  be  the  latter.  teeth  had  surely  ground  down  a  layer  of  enamel  with  the  stress  he  was  putting  on  them  about  having  to  talk  to  dean.  cold  water  felt  a  little  more  sensitive  these  days.  the  journey  to  the  locker  room  was  a  blur,  unsure  if  he’d  walked  or  ran  ---  his  heart  was  racing.  stomach  churned.  pull  your  self  together. he  didn’t  knock  on  the  door,  afraid  his  knocks  would  sound  nervous--- he  wasn’t  nervous.  couldn’t  be.  seth  rollins  wasn’t  nervous. 

 throat  cleared,  arms  crossed.  “  y’got  a  minute?  ”

[chaosthrive]

@egoforge​  for  dean. 

 if  there  was  a  feeling  that  becky  understood  well,   it  was  frustration.  it  was betrayal.  becky  knew  what  it  felt  like  to  have  your  heart  ripped  from  your  chest  in  front  of  millions,  have  your  entire  world  turned  upside  down  in  the  blink  of  an  eye.  they  were  wounds  that  would  never  heal  no  matter  the  time  that  separated  the  occasion.  there  were  only  a  handful  of  people  in  the  world  that  she  knew  could  feel  her  pain,  and  one  was  sitting  in  the  med  room  next  to  her. 

 she  was  nursing  a  black  eye  from  her  last  match,  a  bit  of  an  accidentally  on  purpose  incident,  she  assumed.  she  just  waiting  for  the  all-clear  from  the  doc  that  it  was  nothing  and  she’d  be  in  tip-top  shape  tomorrow.  dropping  the  icepack  from  her  eye-socket,  she  felt  the  burn  of  warm  blood  flood  black  to  the  area  to  start  swelling.  it  was  but  a  small  ache  from  the  real  pain  she  harboured  inside  of  her.   “  y’shoulder  again?  ”   she  turned  to  dean  who  on  the  other  bed,  shoulder  looking  as  though  it  had  been  freshly  taped  back  up.  becky’s  eye  was  now  a  pretty  shade  of  purple  &  the  white  of  her  eye  bled  into  a  dark  red.   “  bit  of  a  rough  night ‘ey.  ” 

[defeatsthem]

well. i lied. good luck with that. / mox > maximus xo

"You know what, man..." his right index finger is held out as if he's going to tear Mox a new one, but Max is instead frozen in his stance. The microphone in his left hand is held at chest level, not quite sure when he'll bring it to his lips or not. Not many times is someone like Max left dumbfounded, but it was here. Maybe trusting an outsider wasn't his wisest choice to make but you do live and learn. After a few seconds of silence, minus the banter from the fans, the New Yorker finally brings his left hand up as the microphone hovers by his mouth, "You might have your pissant fan club fooled, but I see right through you and that terrible hairline."

Max couldn't help himself in smirking at that line, even though it was very obviously low-hanging fruit. Pointing his finger towards Mox now, Max couldn't help but play up the fact that his fingertip was treading a little too close, snapping it back in dramatic fashion as he'd exclaimed, "Ohhhh, whoops! Don't wanna get too close to you Mox, you might bleed!" he paused, turning on his heel towards the hard cam fans in the front row, "It's actually kind of sad that that's what you're most-known for at this point... I mean, what happened to you, Jon-boy? You used to be such a badass, full of swagger, and now? Now you bleed more than every single talent combined. It's... it's truly sad."

Maxwell took another pause as the crowd booed his words some more, especially when he went after the fact that Jon would bleed. It definitely puzzled Max because, quite frankly, in his mind, he was being honest. "Stick to dicking around with your stupid, little combat club, Jonny Boy, and I'll keep being THE champ."

[wdwctrl]

closed starter for @egoforge ━ deano

most of the roster had gone out to a club that night, celebrating post pay per view. aj had gone with 'E and Dolph who both promptly vanished on her nearly as soon as they got there. she'd rolled her eyes but managed to find a few of the girls she got along with to talk to.

dark eyes darted about, seeing a stranger giving her a grin as he clearly checked her out. eventually, he approached her once she had made her way to the bar and began to chat her up. it was clear to see he was drunk, and she was much too uncomfortable so once she got her drink, the petite woman managed to dodge around him to go hunt someone familiar down. on her way to find 'E, the petite diva managed to collide right into someone and almost knocking them both down.

❛ shit i'm sorry! ❜

[chaosthrive]

‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ@egoforge ㅤㅤ♡

contact:ㅤambrose.

ㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤdelivered : you know you can’t ignore me forever, right? ㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤdelivered : also please don’t take that as a challenge ㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤdelivered : we need to talk.