#character development ig

i will be coming back, just very very slowly. i'm not taking requests for now (40+ pending ones are still haunting my drafts), but i'll be leaving the ask box open so we can still interact <33

thank u for ur patience :)

(A Jeff Hardy Story. Ch.3)

July 19th, 1999- RAW IS WAR

The night was almost over. After a very entertaining show, Triple H and The Undertaker were to end it, each with a partner, Chyna and Vince, watching at ring side. Everything was going HHH’s way, as it usually does with ringside friends, and he had managed to get the dead man in a pin. The referee slid next to them in the mat, hands meeting the ground.

“ONE, TWO-“ No three is heard, as lights go out with a boom and the crowd mumbles in confusion. The jumbotron flickers on, first a bright white against the rest of the black stadium before flashing back to black, unreadable font printing onto the screen as static blanketed over the stadium and a faint voice making its way under it. Through the uneasy, unintelligible whispers and Lawler's screeching, the ring floor rattled and pounded. The noise stopped, along with the voice before the words were finally clear.

“And they can, they can say we’re crazy, and we can say, well you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Silence rung once more, the crowd stunned into silence by their confusion, before the lights were on once again on. A collective shock ran through the building as their attention went back to the ring- Chyna let out a yelp and rushed through the ropes, where The Game lay bloodied on the mat with no remnants of whoever it was besides a sledgehammer- much similar to one he had used months prior on The Rock. The sledgehammer that won him his match, and ended the fued with the other man.

AUGUST 26TH, 1999- THURSDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN

The crowd roared with life, anticipation building within every single fan like it did every night. Road Dogg and Chris Jericho, two men beloved by many in the crowds, continued their conflict, the crowd bringing the level of excitement and encouragement to the superstars they always do. As the match continued to build, and tension rose, Road Dogg managed to get Y2J in a submission hold after grabbing a hold of his ankle. Just as Jericho's hand went to tap against the floor, the lights went out.

Once again, the Jumbotron flickered bright white before the color drained and reappeared in the blurry word, the eerie noise returning, and forcing its way into everyone’s ears. As the ringside announcers reminisced on the last time they saw the bright, white letters on the jumbotron, JR recalled that last time, the words were a bit blurrier, and now they seemed to be moving.

In the midst of the darkness, stuck in fear and shock, the arena sat in horror as they listened to one of the wrestlers struggle against the unknown attacker. It sounded rougher than last time, as if they had become more bloodthirsty.

No clear words rang through the air, only demented whispers followed by airy breath and sometimes a frightening laugh. The attacked wrestlers - still, no one knew which one- cries of anguish turned quiet and it was assumed the aggressor had finally stopped. But the lights still refused to turn on, and everyone watched as the blurry words morphed clear.

KARMA, it read.

Seconds later, it was once again gone, and the lights flashed on, its brightness burning, eyes watering and squinting, trying to look for the assailant and assailed. Chris Jericho is stumbling away from the scene with a look of fear at the image of the Road Dogg lying on the mat, much a like to the former incident, yet this time, a thin rope laid next to him instead of a sledgehammer, the same rope that had been used to lock Mick Foley and Chainsaw Charlie in the dumpster a year prior. The same rope that won the match for Road Dogg and his tag-team parter.

SEPTEMBER 6TH, 1999- RAW IS WAR

“Well, starting the night with an unexpected victory folks, the Rock & Sock tag team getting the upper hand over the Big Red Giant Kane, and his equally intimidating brother, The Undertaker!” JR tells the fans, catching up those just now turning the program on.

“Oh, it was nothing but luck! I sure do hope this luck continues tonight, we’ve got Jeff Jarrett vs. Jaqueline next, and boy, I sure hope she doesn’t face the same hope as all those other women have- oh, wait a minute, what's this?” Lawler’s gross intentions were put to an end as the stadium went dark, the jumbotron flashing white then black then black before painting a jerky picture of backstage. What seemed to be a live broadcasting camera drops from black gloved hands and onto the ground next to the silhouette of s groaning mans-Jeff Jarrett, laying bloodied on the floor. Yelling from somehwere far backstage echoes through the hall with panicked, running footsteps while an acoustic guitar, held by the thinly gloved hands makes it way into the frame. For a second, they just loom over the man before the guitar is lifted, revealing their big black boots and the bottom of their long black coat, before its brought back down on the moaning man. The yelling down the hall becomes louder, and the person steps forward, raising their shiny, black boot and giving the camera a death-delivering stomp.

“What the hell was that?” King spoke as the lights turned back on and the screen turned off. Though this person in blacks actions were confusing as to why, the what was clear. The world had been speaking of Jeff Jarrett and his disgraceful use of the acoustic guitar to the two famous legends in womens wrestling, the Fabulous Moolah and Mae Young.

“I think your dreams have come true King, with the way Jarrett sounded, and hell, looked, it sure seems like he won’t be performing anytime soon. I’m quite sure this is another famous attack, from who we’ve learned goes by Karma, and if that is true I’m sure he was put in a figure four lock to go with that guitar besides him.” The world spoke of his torture to the poor women as well, putting them in one of the most famous submissions to exist.

SEPTEMBER 26TH, 1999- BACKLASH, E&C VS. THE MINISTRY OF DARKNESS

“We welcome you, to the sold-out Providence Civics Center, we welcome you, to Backlash! Hi everybody, I’m Jim Ross alongside the King, Jerry Lawler, and ladies and gentlemen, Shane Mcmahon dropped a bomb on Sunday Night Heat, the Stone Cold-Rock matchup for the WWF title will be no-holds-barred, King!” At Lawlers appreciation, JR continues. “And if Stone Cold lays his hands on referee Shane McMahon, Austin will be disqualified and lose the WWF title.”

“That’s the way it should be, I am so sick and tired of everything going Stone Cold Austin’s way. Well, tonight Stone Cold, if you’re worthy of being a champion you gotta big job in front of you, pal.” Lawler continued his hateful ramble as the two teams came out, the lights darkening with The Ministry's entrance after a very nervous looking Edge & Christian.

Both teams showed great strength in the ring, with a countless amount of flawless moves as the match progressed, and though The Ministry seemed to have an great amount of intensity, the other team of ‘The Brood’ was able to get an upper hand with a quick chair shot to Mideon thanks to the distracted referee. It didn’t seem as good of a choice as they thought it would be when Bradshaw looked them in the eyes from across the ring, shaking his head with a fearful look.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

Edge and Christian simply laughed it off, believing the man was trying to threaten them. And then the music hit. But this time the lights didn’t go out.

“I think we’re due for another visit, JR! Or maybe they're playing tricks or something, these lights are all still on.” King commented the obvious for the people at home, and as he finished his sentence it was made clear there was no trick.

First the black boots step out in powerful strides, the long coat following behind. With black and white face paint covering the top half of their face, no pupils visible in their eyes, they made their way to the ring, chair in hand. Karma.

“My God, I don't think this is any kind of trick, King, I think this is who’s been attacking all of these men! By the looks of it, I think this Karma person is…affiliated with The Ministry of Darkness.” JR continued as he watched E&C escape from the consequences of their actions and run into the crowd, leaving an angry Karma with The Ministry, who seems to pause for a moment.

They fit right into the group, all black clothes and a killer glare, deadly enough to put you into the ground or make you run the other way. They fit right in until they swung around and hit Mideon with the chair meant for Edge and Christian as Bradshaw begins to back up the ramp. In all of his years in this company, he’d never felt the chill that the backstage had held the past months. Never had he seen so many grown man afraid, so many cheaters unwilling to cheat.

“Well, I don’t think they're running with The Ministry.” King summed up, earning a sarcastic comment in response from JR. All comments turned into silence when the only standing wrestler turned to them, death stare stinging into their faces as they began to stalk over to the table. Grabbing the microphone from where the ring announcer had left it, they spoke.

“I do not stand for any groups, nor any single man here. I do not stand besides anything besides whats been written already, what I have to fix.” They looked into the camera as they continued to speak. “Your actions will have consequences and I will be them. Do what you wish, but know, I will be watching. Listening. I will rip you piece to piece if that’s what it takes, and I will not stop until she has told me to. I will not stop until fate comes for you- until Karma has her way.”

They let the microphone tumble from their hands, still staring down at the camera. Seconds later, their white eyes grow wide and they face up to the ceiling. The lights go off one final time, and Karma is gone with them.

look at my posting on the thirteenth on the thirteenth hour after my lil poem w thirteen 🤭 it’s my fav number and fun fact, my bday is august 13th and Jeff’s is august 31st so obviously we’re soulmates!

Lemm: I dont trust anybody but me, i won’t listen to you or anyone else!

Five seconds later: there’s a woman in my head telling me to do this and I’m listening ig (also turned into batman there for a sec)

I’m sorta trying to go by the story line of the time, just completely ignoring that the New Brood was a thing and that the Hardyz wore those lil flower pants for a bit but other than that all of this was like real matches, real dates, except for the dialogue during the Jeff Jarrett part lol

Judgement Day? Nah i only know Karma🤚 I don’t know how I got here and this definitely wasn’t what I was planning but it happened and ngl kinda luv it sooooo whatevs