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 Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2023 8:34 pm
Scene opens to Emiko, eye closed, laying across a bench, ice packs between wood and back. An arm draped over midsection, resting over a pack. Yet another ice held in place, against her shoulder. Alone in the locker room. Sone, keeping her breathing slow and controlled. Avoiding further pain, that had brought its toll, once the adrenaline faded. 
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2023 10:29 pm
Emiko, now sitting somberly and quietly in her own locker room. Going from being near the peak of the world, now found herself in this predicament. Bandaging, ice packs, sprawled out, in pain, and mentally torn after everything that has happened over the weeks of mayhem following her backing out of her World Championship match against Drako.
The scene being sort of awkward, as it was obvious Emiko was pained in all means of her health. But, before she could begin to beat herself down too much for tonight and everything else going on in her life.
Three knocks on the door.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2023 3:14 pm
Emiko emitted no response, continuing to release a slow exhale.. had she fallen asleep? No. Her breathing paused. She just died! Call an ambulance!
Oh, no, wait.. Sone peeked through a sliver of her eyelid at the door. "Enter..!" Voice crackled, in a hoarseness, as she was drifting away for a nap.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2023 4:08 pm
The camera would still be panned completely on Emiko as a door opening would be heard. Emiko at this point would probably be even more agitated after the interruption regardless of who it was, but soon the camera would zoom out and center between the two people now present within the room.
Trent was here. The person who had replaced Emiko in the main event of the last show. It was obvious to Trent that he was stepping on egg shells coming in at a time like this and doing so after being partially the reason as to why Emiko no longer can contend for any titles in WWF:G.
"I just wanted to check up on you. This seat open?"
Pointing at the folded chair near the corner of the door. Hoping that he wouldn't get pushed out right away. The crowd unsure of how to feel about what was going on between these two. One moment they ripped each others throats out, and the next, well, everyone knows what happened.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2023 4:57 pm
Trent was right to be wary, for when Sone saw just who made way into her moment of quiet rest to sooth mind and body..
She tightened her brows, face darkening, and cut the hazel eye away from him. Emiko carried no history, only recent knowledge of his ties with Croft.
Shifting the ice on her shoulder, she gave a brief rise of fingers, in a 'go ahead', from torso. "Yeah.." Murmured near slurring.
Curiosity calling over her desire of tranquility.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2023 5:50 pm
"Alright, sooounds good."
Exaggerating as he reached over to grab the chair. Then placing it somewhat distanced from Emiko not to get too close into her personal space.
"That Cartwright guy, really is an a*****e. I am sorry that my luggage probably cost you more than you deserved. Especially seeing you were the one who originally won yet gave me the chance to step up."
Trent would sigh.
"I am really sorry about that. And everything else. Whether it was the inadverted jabs, the agreeing to the match, sorry for how Salem is."
He would try to get maybe a bit of relief to break up the sincere apology and try to lighten the mood.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2023 6:25 pm
It wasn't evident, but Emiko was listening and it took some seconds to tick by, before taking in a long winded inhaling breath..
Looking back again at Trent, meeting his eyes, with her one sole sad eye.
"You cost me? No.. Anyone, in their right mind.. would take that opportunity.. I wasn't. Right in my mind, that is."
Uncrossing ankles, holding her legs up, that rested straightly upon the bench of lined ice. Feet fell against the floor, separated by her made bed.
Face admitting to its sudden shocking jolt, shooting up her spine in widen eye, a whispering gasp escaped.
"Cartwright.. is mine to confront at Halloween Havoc.." Continuing on, hoping that slip in display of pain wouldn't be acknowledged.
"The only guilt and apology.. I care to hear, from you.. is your failure to dethrone Drako."
Emiko released her pack, held to shoulder, slid off, plopping to ground, as she gingerly drew a hand, hiding gloved fingers into her blonde hair.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2023 6:59 pm
Yikes, he wasn't ready for that. To be fair, he was disappointed in himself. Lots of other people even predicted that Trent would somehow overcome the World Champion of a year, but his best in that moment was not good enough.
"You got me. I have no excuses. Regardless of anything I could throw at you, I should have been able to do more, and should have taken advantage of everything you gave me."
Trent seemed to be a lot more quiet after that.
"So, I am sorry, that I didn't take advantage of an opportunity and didn't get the job done. Maybe the next time we go face to face, I can finally somehow overcome this mountain."
Trent didn't seem as confident in those words. Sure, he was very close, but he has never defeated Drako under any circumstance. It is almost entirely the same set of circumstances he had with Cartwright for all these years. But even at his current best, and newfound confidence, he couldn't ascend past this big roadblock.
Without meaning to, Trent would sit in reflection of the main event from the previous show.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2023 6:01 pm
"Mmm.. maybe. As for how it is now.. we will never face each other again. At least.. not in WWFG. I gave up my time, for yours, now it's neither of ours. Heh."Emiko oddly chuckled, strangely finding humor in this mutual loss. Her hand told another story of hidden vexation, gripping locks at the roots. Door opening, Emily Love appearing, taking two steps in, "Alright, I managed to retrieve what you asked for.."Quieting in a freeze, at sight of an unexpected guest. Holding her stare on Trent, she slowly, in poor casualness, pocketed something in hand. "Why is he here..?" Questioned Love, as she panned eyes over to Emiko.  Sone stayed her eye to Trents', almost ignoring Love's return from suspicious means. "Trent.." Again, addressing the apologetic man, pulling his attention back to her. "You seem like a good friend.. and I hold no ill will for your fail.. its just.. your friend, has a heart, that reaches beyond his business.
My business, which was very busy with. Instead of choosing any opportune time, a hint.. something, so I didn't have to hear it from the man I'd be facing that night."
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2023 11:50 am
Well, despite the obvious resentment toward the situation, Emiko did force a laugh. Both had lost in this situation, Emiko in losing a chance at ever achieving gold, while Trent let down the person who risked it all, and is at the back of the line, at this point. Trent let out a slight laugh of his own, just to get any lingering bad feelings about the situation, when Emily would barge through the room.
Before Trent could respond to why he was here, it seemed like Emiko dismissed her for a moment and redirected Trent's attention.
"Yeah, definitely a harder pill to swallow from someone else. But, like you said, it's out of heart. Hopefully we do cross paths again and somehow you two can make it past your differences."
Trent would say, getting up from his seat, looking back at Emily.
"Sorry about the intrusion."
Walking to the door.
"Excuse me. If you ever need something, just let me know."
Trent would then slip past Emily.
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2023 8:04 pm
Impassive eyes trailed Trent in his exit and slid back to the battered Sone.
"Well..?" Emily Love queried, without much wonder.
Releasing a light sigh.. Emiko finally brought attention toward Emily again.
"Yeah.. stick me."
A nod and Emily stepped forward, retrieving her hand from pocket.
Scene fading a revealing needle.
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