#mamisms

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@mamisms - Liked For a Starter!

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When Rhea walked into the locker room, Danhausen was waiting. Feet propped up across the long bench, elbow propping him up as he laid down uncomfortably on his side across the partmented seat. The room was empty except him, and one wouldn't be wrong to assume that everyone had left due to his presence ( it was the fear of being cursed, he knew it! ) .

The way his face lit up was as absurd as he was, teeth on display as he loudly greeted: "Mommy! It is I, the very nice, very evil Danhausen!" Nevermind that her nickname wasn't ' mommy ' , Danhausen scurried to sit up. He almost fell off the bench, narrowly catching himself on the door of a nearby locker.

He stood then, hunched shoulders accompanying the clasping of his hands. He either didn't notice the look on her face or didn't care, seeing as he immediately stepped closer despite a lack of invite.

"He has come for an alliance!" Danhausen realised, after a beat of silence, that she may need a reason to agree. So he led with the only thing he had to pitch any sort of tag team: "You saw what happened to Dom, right? Pretty eviiiil.~" Yes, because coincidentally messing up someone she wasn't in good with, to his knowledge, warranted a friendship.

[d1rtydom]

NERVES CLAW AWAY AT HIM. he knew tonight was going to be a lot. judgment day wasn't going to ever be the same. that had been clear from the moment he began filling @mamisms in on all the things both finn and liv had been attempting to fill his head with. she told him to play it cool and play along; and so he tried. dom had been better at it than he thought he'd be. managing not to roll his eyes as finn tried to tell him about dom's own relationship. managing not to flitch in the face of rhea's anger when she had returned, knowing it was all for show. well, not exactly. he was sure she was angry, just not with him.

IT HAD ALL COME DOWN TO TONIGHT. all the lies and fake arguing. summerslam would be the end of it. for the most part his role was done. rhea had won her title back from liv. he could feel finn was annoyed with him— guess he expected dom to stab her in the back, but he'd stayed out of the match aside from stopping rhea from getting herself disqualified in her rage. now, damian's match with gunther just started. finn had left the clubhouse without a word not long after, so dom said something about being hungry and slipped off to seek out his girlfriend. he found her easy enough. stationed by a monitor near gorilla to watch damian's match; her title sporting her plates now and back at her side where it belonged. he stepped up, just behind her, peering at the monitor from over her shoulder. ❝ finn just left, ❞ he spoke quietly, just for her ears, ❝ i know damo said he could handle it, but are you sure we don't need to go out there? ❞

[godflcw]

╰┈➤ @mamisms said , ❛ that’s low , even for you . ❜

she says low like they in a basement or somethin. says low like there's a shovel in the corner and he's been digging all night. rhea says low and roman's eyes roll hard and fast. exasperation doesn't cut it. he's the image of a man at the precipice of something she wouldn't understand. couldn't. and he hasn't had the time or energy to explain it to anyone in a long, long while.

" and you know me so good, don't you, " over a phone half-acknowledged, the text he'd been typing left, now, to go unfinished. not forgotten ( he never forgets ) but postponed. threats could wait. especially once there were ones there, flesh and blood, pretending she could blot out the light over his shoulder and not get pinned by a stern stare for it. attention.. that's what they always wanted. see if the chief could make them out, there, at the shore of the island.

" since when you been the morality police ? " take a few months to adopt a better tan, let his hair grow out — take a few months and the whole landscape liked to change. an ever-moving pendulum. roman had spent too many years pretending that swinging axe wasn't all in his head. he knew better, now.

elbows over his knees, hands take to hanging between the pair, screen turned dark and his disposition not far behind, " you ain't got a clue how low i can get baby girl. " till the tide can't find him. until the brass face the same music as everyone else. a tune forged by his hands and his alone. " that it ? or you got somethin' else you wanna get off your chest. "

[niratias]

@mamisms

Josh pauses, arms full of boxes of pastries that belong in catering.

This is not catering. This is the hallway to the parking lot where the buses are. Josh does not work here.

"It's not what it looks like." It is exactly what it looks like, and he has croissant in his beard. He smiles, but it's more of a grimace, and his distinct lack of eyebrows makes it worse.

Listen, he just wants in and out without a Joe Hendry sighting. He's never recovered from that song. Few ever do, truth be told.

[twcblts]

@mamisms — b2b ii : and still, your women's intercontinental champion and your new women's world champion ... THE MAN, becky lynch!

" — well, do you want me to say it now . . . or later? " months prior, in the aftermath of the royal rumble, rhea had assured her that no matter which one of them it was, the judgment day would come out on top. mami had called it! they'd been woken up — and no one, not the other four competitors, not the entire wwe universe, knew what hit em! becky lynch had punched her ticket to wrestlemania, and tonight she'd gained the women's world title after retaining the intercontinental championship the night before. despite the mischief etched at the corners of her lips, disbelief still giving eyes that surface shine to eyes. she'd done it, she'd really done it again! once more, THE MAN was at the pinnacle! once more, she's brought home gold to the clubhouse! but, would it prove to be a double edged sword? " . . . okayyyy, ya don't 'ave t' drag it out of me! you were right. "

[sparklebelt-moved]

𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠.     literally!     not from highlighter     (though,     of course,     that was flawless),     but from victory.     her gear was still sparkling under the lights,     boots scuffed,     lashes still perfectly in place despite going to war with the queen herself.     and she won.     not just won,     retained.     against charlotte freakin’ flair.

the locker room was mostly empty now,     just the quiet hum of the arena winding down outside,     but tiff was still buzzing.     adrenaline,     ego,     pride.     it all swirled inside her like champagne bubbles.     she was lounging across a bench,     title draped across her lap like the crown it was,     legs crossed,     one perfectly manicured hand twirling a strand of hair.     when she saw her walk in.     the tall,     inked-up,     total chaos-in-human-form that was rhea ripley.     tiff’s glossy lips curved into a smirk.     ❝ aww,     did you come to congratulate me, mami? ❞     she purred,     voice teasing.     ❝ or were you just dying to get a closer look at the champion? ❞

she patted the title like it was a pet,     then tilted her head.     ❝ charlotte gave it her all.     really.     it was cute. ❞     she rolled her eyes,     grinning.     ❝ but i guess even royalty has to bow down to the center of the universe eventually. ❞     tiffany stood,     slow and deliberate,     walking over until she was toe-to-toe with rhea.     chin tipped up,     not backing down an inch.     not when she was still riding high off the biggest win of her career.     ❝ and you?     you look like you’ve got something to say. ❞     her voice dipped lower,     more playful now.     ❝ what’s the matter,     rhea?     jealous it wasn’t you in that ring with me tonight? ❞

@mamisms <3'd

[dblchmparchived]

@mamisms + @unpunishble , a little gift.

there's a palpable tension, some unknown, unspoken desire which radiates so powerfully, something which is all too cruelly felt. it's been this way for a long while, since long before her being in the judgment day. but, ever since the man intertwined herself with the faction, the fire could no longer be contained, or even remotely extinguished. " well, " a beat, clearing her throat. " looks like it's just us now ... "

[unpunishble]

@mamisms — continued from here.

the champion had to admit, she loved having rhea chase after her. had her sweet girl not realized yet? all of this was for her, and mami just fell right into her trap. liv grins underneath the delectable weight of the eradicator, even playfully wiggling underneath the pressure as if she hated to be struggling.

"yes," she answers truthfully, a sadistic giggle leaving her glossed lips. blue eyes stare up at the rage filled ones, oh how liv missed her rhea so much. "i wanted to give you a coming home gift, mami," she exhales, a hand experimentally reaching up to tuck a strand of fallen raven locks over rhea's ear. "don't pretend that you haven't missed me."