Stepping through the ropes, slipping off the apron, Elisia asked for and was handed a microphone. She didn't bother returning to the squared circle. What she did do, was put her eyes into the audience, the crowd that cheered her, gazed through the many fans that supported her.. despite how she seemed to wander aimlessly to nowhere within every company she tried to revive herself into. She never regained herself after what happened with Freakshow.. "I'm done."
What?! Elisia has quit? She hadn't even stuck around for duration of a year!
Elisia placed the speak stick on top of the commentator table for a moment..
Pulling off her hoodie, tossing it into the first row, raising the fan volume..
Even more so, when she kicked off her one slipper at a time, flying into the third and the other in fifth row! The sight of her was only a sport bra and proof that she had not deterred from her workout regimen that Guy Cancer had given her.
"My win here, didn't mean a thing.. Claire knew it and now, I'm just realizing it. I hear the talk in the back. The complaints. The discontent... Look at how many matches are scheduled. Six. Probably would've been five, since Claire was likely filler for me to have a match. I wouldn't be surprised if her buddy, -Draven-, did the same."
Claire Hawkins was out of sight, gone, somewhere off in the back. Elisia Started to walk her own path to the exit, through the crowd. She took the barricade exit and not the effort of going over it. Giving a few hugs, embracing her fans, and turned to face the camera that followed behind her. Elisia had more to say..
"Maybe I should join the herd and jump on into your new business competitor.. A company that is rising faster, than you are sinking.. And what's more, is you have the owner of that booming talent attraction, as your very own WWE:E Evolution Champion! So, perhaps maybe I should work over there.. or maybe you could give me a call and give me a reason to stay.. because obviously the precious legacy of WWE:E is on its way of becoming another fabled story for you all to reminisce and ask each other.." Elisia then turned eye-to-eye with a young black male fan that seemed to not have shaved his head for a few days, no facial hair, and he held a half smile marveled that he was so lucky to be involved in a promo.. "Remember when.." Elisia rolled her eyes up, with a curled finger on her chin, as if pondering, while her question trailed off and let the microphone in hand fall forward out of hers and onto the young fan.
Turning away from the young fan and continuing up a few more steps before going into an exit.
Elisia disappeared into the crowd, as the man holding the visual equipment couldn't tail her in the mass.
