ᴹᵁᴿᴰᴱᴿ / ᴹᴼᴹ⋅

“I know, ugh, I am so PISSED OFF!” Being shifted over to Raw meant more than working Monday nights again; Nattie was getting taken away from her good friends, her SISTERS. All this to be in a storyline with someone she trained? She has trained with MANY superstars in her career so what made her SPECIAL? “I’m excited with the other girls but her? That means I have to CARRY the whole damn match.”

                              she  could  understand  natalya's  FRUSTRATION  with  the  current  position  that  she'd  come  to  find  herself  in.  moved  away  from  the  people  that  she  cared  about,  the  people  she  liked  just  to  further  the  CAREER  of  somebody  else.  ultimately  being  USED.  a  feeling  that  tamina  was  more  than  well  acquainted  with.  ❝  it's  bullshit,  you  deserve  better,  teine,  ❞   for  there  wasn't  many  who'd  given  as  much  as  she  had  to  be  where  she  is  &&  then  there  the  other  .  a  glorified  CELEBRITY  waltzing  in  &&  shoving  ahead  of  the  line, ahead  of  everyone  who'd  paid  their  dues  &&  worked  their  asses of  to  get  there.

               He stared at his cousin for a few minutes, his body slowly relaxing minute by minute before he nods his head. The movement is small - small enough that if you didn’t know him and you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t have noticed it in the first place. He wasn’t planning shit on the people who had hurt his cousin, wasn’t going to tell his other cousins either, but he could admit the fact that ‘Mina thought he was - that the older woman didn’t know him better than that, hurt.

                              one  day  she  was  in  the  utmost  certain  that  they'd  UNDERSTAND,  roman  would  understand  that  she  only  kept  things  from  him,  from  them  to  PROTECT  them.  it  was  a  role  she'd  taken  on  from  the  start.  shield  them  from  as  much  as  she  possibly  could  &&  that  wasn't  going  to  change  now,  no  matter  the  PANG  OF  GUILT  that  resonated  through  her  with  his  lack  of  response.  she  understood  it,  they  were  all  protective,  always  had  been,  perhaps  she  just  took  that  role  a  little  further  than  the  others  did.  ❝    we'll  get  'em  for  this,  uce,  we  will.  we  just  have  to  be  PATIENT,    ❞  &&  that  was  a  PROMISE,  she'd  never  planned  to  let  them  get  away  with  this,  they  just  had  to  PLAY  it  smarter  than  they  ever  could.  

To say she missed Tamina was the UNDERSTATEMENT of the century. Since the shakeup made her move to Raw, Nattie hadn’t been the same, wishing this was all a BAD DREAM and that she was back on Smackdown, the brand that at one point, REJUVENATED her career. “I hear that. But I’m HAPPY to hear from you.” Knowing how it felt to be on the sidelines, Nattie felt the other’s pain—much like she has for God knows how long. “I’m hanging in there. That’s all I can do. But, I’m good.”

                            ❝    hanging  in  there  ??  ❞  &&  it  was  genuine  CONCERN  that  ebbed  through  her  tones  &&  although  it  wasn't  something  that  tamina  showed  for  many,  but  natalya  had  been  one  of  her  CLOSEST  friends  for  longer  than  she  could  remember,  her  concern  had  been  earned  by  the  other.  &&  it  was  given  her  current  move  to  raw,  the  current  program  they  had  her  in,  ensuring  that  the  other  woman  was  okay  was  a  PRIORITY  of  the  samoan's,  not  a  privilege  that  came  to  be  held  by  many.   ❝   you  sure  that  you're  okay,  teine  ??   ❞  

          dean let go of the guy’s shirt and watched as he fell to the floor, a look of FEAR in his eyes. ❝ overheard ‘em sayin’ some SHIT ‘bout ya. wasn’t jus’ gonna stand there- ❞ he started with a grunt, kicking the guy in the stomach to start it off. ❝ - and let ‘em spew CRAP. ❞ he kneeled down and twisted his fingers into the guy’s SHIRT, throwing a punch. he didn’t really remember MUCH after that, ‘secpt for when he found himself OUTSIDE, sitting on the curb with SPLIT knuckles and BLOOD dripping from his mouth. 

                        she  KNEW  that  there  had  been  little  point  in  attempting  to  stop  the  other,  for  he  seemed  fully  INTENT  on  ensuring  that  whomever  it  was  saw  the  inside  of  the  emergency  room  for  the  foreseeable  future.  ❝   i  don't  need  anyone  defending  my  honor,  ambrose,    ❞   a  vain  attempt,  half  hearted,  one  might  say.  but  still,  as  much  as  she  APPRECIATED  the  violence,  it  made  her  feel  WEAK  &&  that  wasn't  a  feeling  that  tamina  dealt  with  well.  nonetheless,  she  managed  to  drag  him  outside,  bloody  knuckles  &&  evidently  more  than  a  split  lip.   ❝   feel  BETTER  now  you've  got  that  out  of  your  system  ??  ❞ question  came  from  where  she  sat  beside  him  &&  whilst  she'd  ensure  that  he  was  patched  up,  letting  him  cool  off  first  was  ultimately  for  the  best.