#mane event

[lamiafemme]

Am I just a hater or does Mane have Drake vibes

[legitboss39]

[sukipershipper]

Maritime Comforts Belle (and gives Mane Event a good ol' whoopin')

This may be one of the few times you can see Maritime with any other emotion besides his usually stoic face. Revel in its folks this js the lost emotion you're gonna get him (also Scouse accent is so hard to replicate goddamn lol)

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[wvbaandtheboys]

[Mane Event belongs to the wonderful @sukipershipper​ love and hate this wonderful yet awful bitch you have created Suki] “Darling.” Dollie Darling paused in the corridor. She knew that voice all too well. No reply came from her. “...Lemme talk to you for a minute.” Mane Event’s voice was filled with nothing but pure disdain for Dollie. This didn’t surprise Dollie at all, however. Mane, or Becky as her name was, was known for bickering and belittling every single girl in the Women’s Division. With her sharp tongue and even sharper insults that cut deep, she was certainly someone Dollie could admit she didn’t exactly favor. “I know you think you’re hot shit.”  Dollie heard Mane walking towards her from behind, feeling the envy in her movements with every step of her heavy boots. But still, Dollie did not respond in any manner. Didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t make any sort of sound. Just stood there. “I know you got fans that drool over you like dogs. I know you slap on a pound of makeup every day to make yourself look like that. I know you’ve got everything handed to you on a silver platter...” She felt Mane’s glare burning into the back of her head. She had to have been just arms distance from Dollie. “...and you just gotta sit there and take it like the pretty little doll you are.” ...Dollie had to admit that the distaste in that last phrase did bother her a bit. She made no effort to show this, only moving her eyes to glance behind her. That porcelain mask that Mane wore on her face, fractured yet held together by tape with a cartoonish grin, made her disgust at Dollie’s status all the more menacing.  But Dollie wasn’t afraid of Mane. Not one bit. “You’ve got one of the shiniest fucking records in the whole division. Everyone knows that you haven’t lost a single match in years.” Mane’s voice was starting to lose its intimidation (well, if you want to call it intimidating.) Genuine rage was starting to seep out of her words. And yet, Dollie stood still and kept listening. “But guess what?” Dollie heard no movement. All of a sudden, the other woman was right next to her ear, speaking lowly. “Your days are numbered.” Dollie felt a bit of a chill of surprise go down her spine. She genuinely didn’t expect that. Her expression didn’t change, neither did her body language. However, she did turn her head slightly to look at Mane, eyes just as hollow as usual. Despite the eye holes in the other boxer’s mask being somewhat shadowed, she could have sworn she saw Mane’s eye twitch. “You’ve got a playdate comin’ up, baby doll. And you’re playin’ with me.” Dollie internally felt disgusted at the flagrant audacity Mane exhibited. She sounded so confident that she’d ruin her, with just one match. This woman, who had intended to and even brought down shining stars with her own ego, was so hellbent on beating her... that she came just to taunt her ahead of time. How despicable. Mane even had a poster on her of the promotional material, which she waved with an impudent look in her eyes. Honestly, it did upset Dollie internally as well. She never wanted to fight Becky. Ever. “Here. Since I’m feelin’ nice, I’ll give ya this copy. I think it’s a perfect gift for the oh-so beloved Dollie.” Mane handed over the poster, nonchalant to her own snide comment as if she hadn’t said such a thing. Dollie took a moment before she reached out and took it, still not saying a word to the other woman. Mane snickered to herself. “You haven’t said anythin’ since I got here. What’s the matter? Got nothin’ to say?... Or are you just bein’ the silent freak everyone knows you are?” Dollie twitched. It was hardly visible, but she did twitch. That remark... it got to her. “Oops. Sorry. Never knew that actually bothered you. You’re so creepy that sometimes everyone forgets that you have feelings.” Mane laughed a little bit at her own comment, sounding as patronizing as ever. But even then, the envy and rage was still palpable. “Well, ya got a few days to think about our fight before it happens. I’d say ya should make it count...” Mane stepped closer. She leaned into Dollie’s ear once more, the anger overpowering her egotistical tone. “’Cause when that bell rings and you step up to me?”  “I’m gonna break you. No... I’m gonna shatter you.” Dollie’s eyes glanced away from her. There was no trace of something even remotely comparable to a joke, or a taunt in that sentence. That was a threat. “Oh yeah. And after I’m done demolishin’ that pretty porcelain face of yours... little Dollie’s gonna get thrown out.” Dollie would have wanted to be shocked. But she expected something like this. Mane and her had something in common. They were both broken dolls, different from others in their own ways. However, Dollie's outlook on fame was nothing compared to Mane’s.  Mane outwardly lusted over the idea of being famous. It was like she romanticized it in her own head: having people scream your name and cheer you on, thousands upon thousands of people looking at her, and only her. Like she was the apple of their eyes.  Dollie hated her fame. If she could do anything to get the spotlight off of her, she would. But the light hanging above her head was restrictive, almost captivating. Something that she couldn’t escape. She had to live with a reputation she despised. 

“...You got me, freako?...” She nodded her head. Even if secretly, deep down, she wanted to beat the living hell out of Mane right here and right now. “...Heh. Good.” Mane leisurely pulled away, turning to leave.  “I’m lookin’ forward to our game, baby doll. I’ll see you in the ring.” With that, Mane’s figure faded back into the darkness of the hallway.

[yourlocaltrashpandaxoxo]

Doodled @sukipershipper 's oc, Mane Event! She was fun to draw :)

[cremsie]

This is Najia, theyre my OC for The Mane Event. They're intersex and nonbinary and work at Hot Topic. I based them off maned lionesses in the wild! I hope you like them! ------ OHHHH THEYRE CUTE AF! I really love the outfit and all the little details you drew on here. I don’t think I’ve ever had a fancharacter of anything I’ve made before and this is just stunning <3  Thank you for sharing!!!