#*queue it up.

since release, shotzi had been all over the globe - literally. being released from wwe, had actually set her free. free to be herself. free to do whatever the hell she wanted, on her terms. it was a hidden blessing. but what hadn't been, was the friends she'd left behind. keeping in touch with them proved to be quite hard. not impossible, but hard. the hardest, just had to be her favorite though. the one person who inspired her to never hold back. "mamiiii." she sung into the voicemail, hating that she'd gotten it but at least it meant she heard her voice for a moment. "it's your favorite fire cracker. call me back!"

though being released was basically on his hands.. they'd really given him no other choice. he couldn't ignore the fans like they wanted him to. he couldn't keep just, being the sidelines guy who did nothing but get a pop for five seconds and no push. this wasn't what he wanted. but that didn't mean it didn't sting like hell. the moment the call ended that sealed his fate with wwe, karrion didn't go home.. no, he went to the one place, the one person, he knew could handle him at his worst.

turning the corner, quinn griped about this and that as she shopped. why did she come again? oh, right. food. looking in the cart, she'd clearly gone rogue on that mission. admittedly, her cart looked more like a serial killers than a college girls - oops! quickly, she shoved some fruit and pastries in it, just to make it look less.. bad. but in doing so, she knocked shit over right into the aisle someone was coming down.

pacing the locker room, damian let his mind wonder. that mind of his was a bit of a battle field these days, never knowing whether he was coming or going. but he was just trying to enjoy the ride. with people coming and going from the company, brands, ect so often - he just remained thankful to even be there. but even still, being employed and being seen were two different things these days. everytime he got somewhere with a storyline, things seemed to just fizzle out again quickly. and that, was enough to keep a man down. that showed on his features as well.

since her injury, liv had kind of just been sticking to herself and working on healing. did she mean to just, abandon the judgement day? no, of course not. but she had things she had to handle, and she needed to see how things panned out. she kept an eye on things, and had raquel telling all almost daily without even asking her to. but what she felt bad about truly, was leaving dom on read. only once, maybe twice. but she didn't really know what to say? despite that, she found herself sitting with her phone in her good hand having just pressed the call button on dom's contact.

admittedly, since being kicked out of judgement day and moving to smackdown.. damian hadn't had too much interaction with anyone besides rhea. it was almost like he just, cut ties and never looked back. and on screen, it needed to look like that. but in reality, the puerto rican had to admit he missed his family. well, finn and dominik at least. he was always a bit weary of jd, and he had his own issues about the new ladies of tjd. but all that aside, damian found himself pulling up dom's contact. "hey man, been a while. wanna hang?"

pinning the last of the gear together on the mannequin, nevaeh looked over at nattie. "how's it looking? good enough for the hart dynasty?" she asked jokingly, standing up once the pin was in place. things needed stitching, but otherwise the very pink and black gear looked damn near perfect if you asked her. yeah, it needed to be fitted once sewn, but approval was needed before she could go that far.

since being released, life was just.. confusing in every way possible. she filled her time the best she could. a lot of streaming games on twitch. a lot of her friends trying to keep her busy. but through it all, she was floundering. no direction. no goals. just, l o s t. and god, did she hate it. but what could she really do about it? no one was knocking on her door wanting to sign her. and without wrestling, she didn't really know what to do.. "free today? yes, pretty much always." she texted zelena back, leaning back on her couch where she'd been since breakfast. starter for zelena @batt1ecries