Warning:This official Serenity Chambers Reso roleplay will have content that can and will offend some viewers.If you are are easily offended or under the age of 14 years of age,do not continue on in this roleplay.If you do read on and are offended,do not say I did not warn you.If you whine and make a fuss,don't think I will kick your ass with my boot,comprehend?

Genius	-U Clicked It-
Starring	-Serenity Chambers Reso and Blair Mason-
Screwing	-Jason Reso-
Next Victim	-Blair Mason-
Achievements	-Diva of the week (1x), 2007 Royal Rumble Winner and being Mrs. Reso-
OOC	-Here's #2-

 

S E R E N I T Y

The scene opened in the backstage area of the Conseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana where the WGEF was holding a local house show. It was the end of the night and Serenity had just finished a semi decent match against a young girl right out of wrestling school. A few moments passed and Serenity made her way through the thick black curtain her body still dripping with sweat and her luscious blonde hair clinging to the back of her neck. As she breezed through the thick black fabric she stepped onto a smaller steel stage that contained the usual lighting switchboard and player for the superstars�?entrance music. As her theme music continued to play over the p.a. system Serenity made her way across the small crowded stage offering a friendly smile to the small bunch of middle aged men seated around the table before stepping off the end of the stage onto a small set of stairs. She made her way through the makeshift entryway, which consisted of nothing more than steel poles formed together in an arch with tarps covering the top. Moments later she emerged with a big smile on her face. She knew most people in her position wouldn’t care over a mediocre win like that but she put on one of her best performances and that made her happy. She made her way down the hall humming quietly to herself as she searched for a towel to wipe at least some of the still dripping sweat off her body. As she continued down the hall she swallowed, noticing the slight stinging sensation. Up until now she hadn’t realized her throat was near that dry. As she walked around the corner she came across the catering area. Feeling the burning in her throat once more she decides to make her way over to the catering area. She heads to the room making her way through the open doorway. As she steps inside she sees several round tables throughout the surprisingly decent sized room. Worn out from her tag team match she decided to have a seat for a little while. She heads over to the food line. Walking clear down to the end where a large white cooler was positioned. She lifted the lid and reached inside, pulling out a water bottle. She quickly wipes the bottle across her forehead, enjoying the icy cold feeling against her hot skin. After slightly cooling off she made her way over to table and was just about to sit down when her eyes caught sight of the clock. It was 11:30. If she wanted to get to the airport at a decent time and not have to run through the terminal then she had best forget sitting and down and be getting back to her locker room to get her stuff. Serenity let out a loud sigh as she gave the chair a hard shove back against the table. She was looking forward to those moments alone. Oh well, it was life. What could she do about it anyway? Sit there for as long as her heart desired and fly into New York in the morning half awake or head back now and actually get some sleep. Considering she was worn out, she opted for the latter of the two. That didn’t mean she had to like it. As she stepped back through the doorway she headed in the direction of her locker room with her water bottle still tightly in hand. Moments later she finally arrived at her locker room. She wrapped her hand around the knob, twisting it slightly to the right and shoving it inward. As she stepped inside the room her eyes scanned the room as if she suspected something to be out of place. When she was satisfied she stepped further inside giving the door a gentle shove closed. The coolness of the water bottle had worn off and the sweat had returned. Serenity made her way across the room to the bathroom. God how a shower would feel nice right about now. She looked up at the clock that hung above the door. 11:35. Her flight didn’t leave for another couple hours yet and the airport was relatively close. Besides she really didn’t care to go on the Tonight Show smelling like God knows what. No, it was worth possibly having to rush through the airport to get in a quick shower. She steps inside the bathroom, starting the water. Pulling the shower curtain across she quickly headed across the room grabbing a pair of worn blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt along with a matching pair of black lacey bra and panties. Making her way across the room she headed back into the bathroom, getting out of her clothes. She stepped inside the shower leaning back underneath the water, closing her eyes as it poured over her. After a quick once over with the soap she finally consented to getting out. She reached around behind her twisting the knobs to the off position. As the water slowly started to trickle, she reached her hand out grabbing a towel off the rack and wrapping it around her dripping wet body. Moments later Serenity stepped onto the rug quickly getting dressed in the clothes she had taken in the bathroom with her. She emerged from the bathroom hurrying across the room to the couch where she had laid her gym bag when she arrived. She quickly checked to make sure everything was there before zipping it closed and flinging it upon her shoulder. She raced down the hall towards the parking lot where she had a limo waiting to take her to the airport, As she approached the parking lot; she saw the limo waiting right outside. She shoved the doors open and headed towards it. She breathlessly gave the driver a thank you as he pulled out of the parking lot. Serenity closed her eyes careful not to fall asleep as they headed towards the airport. The ride was so smooth it was hard to stay awake. About twenty minutes later the limo pulled in front of the airport. Serenity didn’t even wait for the driver to come around to the back before opening the door and rushing towards the terminal. Once inside she quickened her pace to a run as she headed for the gate her flight was on. When she finally reached it, Serenity was just about out of breath. She fished around inside her bag for her ticket, finally finding it at the bottom. She handed the ticket to the attendant and was quickly let inside. Moments she reached her seat and plopped down. Serenity leaned her head against the back of the seat tuning out the direction from the stewardess. She had a big match coming up soon and that is where her mind was going to be. She closed her eyes and drifted into thought. %Serenity’s Thoughts% Blair really does think she knows me doesn’t she? Claiming that I’m typical because in her mind I think that if I went through training I can pull off anything. That is so far from the truth. First of all I have never claimed or will ever claim that I am able to pull off anything. A good amount, yes. But anything…not even close. To say that I am capable to do anything means that I have nothing left to learn and that I can assure Ms. Mason is far from the truth. Amongst her false accusations of my abilities she doubts my compassion when it comes to business all because of the possibility of my not training outside the United States. One really should do her homework on her opponents before running her mouth about something she knows nothing about. This would be one of those things. Because I don’t run around flaunting my background so that people think that I’m something. I prefer to let my actions do the speaking. If that’s not enough for Ms. Mason, that’s far from my problem. I have much better things to do than get into a pissing match with her over who has the better background. We’ll find that out soon enough anyway. As for my marrying the first man I met, again she really should do her homework before opening that big mouth of hers. Of course that could be borderline stalking or maybe even obsession. Imagine Blair Mason being so concerned about my love life that she’d actually take the time to sort through my life to find out who I’ve spent time with and who I haven’t. If she really wants to get that jealous then she is more welcome. That would mean giving her vibrator the night off for a change and I’m not sure that Blair is willing to do something that drastic. I do have to admit though, she has done a fantastic job at poking into what I’ve done lately. Certainly didn’t take her long to find out that I won the Royal Rumble last year. Well kudos to you on that Blair. You have went through company records and found something laid out in black and white. Which leads me to wonder if you consider me a bigger threat then you’re letting on? For you to go to all that trouble I have to be more than the waste of space that you claim that I am. What person in their right mind looks into the career history of someone they don’t take even the least bit seriously. And you couldn’t rightly take me seriously if I’m nothing but a waste of space…right?  If I were you I’d choose my words a little more carefully. Yes I have won the Royal Rumble last year and have had a quiet existence since but in no way is it all I’m ever going to do. If it were I wouldn’t still be here. I would’ve left and had the storybook like that Blair believes that I have. If she stopped and took a look at the female roster as of late she would see why I’ve led the quiet existence that I have. She really should look at herself in the mirror before making comments like that anyhow. After all she hasn’t exactly done much around here. She’s shown up for most of her matches, I’ll give her that, but what else has she done? Not a damn thing. Until she has went out and got her career going on her own without help from management then she needs to keep her nose out of my business. She don’t see me in hers does she? Not that there’s anything for me to get my nose into. She can go on convincing herself that she’s the best the WGEF has to offer but she’ll only be fooling herself. Everyone around here knows that she has about as much talent as Brooke Adams and even that’s stretching it. Brooke irritates the hell out of me but even I’ll admit she has more talent than what Blair does. And yet I’m the one with no talent. The good part is I apparently do this very well. I suppose I should be thrilled that Blair thinks so highly of my apparent skill but alas I am not. Her misconception only irritates me. What she fails to realize is that unlike most of the women here I actually prefer to have an opponent with talent. It helps me strengthen my own skils, my real ones, and that I enjoy. Who in their right mind wouldn’t? After all I came here for competition not to parade around in skimpy outfits and pretend to know what I’m doing. Blair did get one thing right there will a show of real wrestling tonight, but it sure as hell won’t be her showing me now will it? I have a feeling that Blair is going to be in for a big surprise. Serenity was awaken by the sound of the stewardess coming over the p.a., she forced her eyes open as she lifted her head from its comfortable position on the headrest. She was still half asleep but she was able to make out that the plane was about to land at the airport. Fascinating. Now she could get off this dreadful flight, answer some stupid question from a man who was one step away from the old folk’s home and relax a bit. As she disappears behind the curtain as the plane started to descend. After a half hour it finally hit the ground sending everyone flying forward in their seats then slamming against the back seconds later. The plane coasted along the runway eventually coming to a smooth stop in front of the gate. Flight attendants gathered up front as the announcement was made for everyone to begin getting off the plane. Unfastening their seatbelts Serenity rose to her feet. As usual people pointed and stared as they made her way through the terminal. She made a quick stop off at the baggage claim to grab her black gym bag before heading through the lobby to the waiting limo. After having a bag boy grab the bags Deacon joined her inside the limo as the limo driver and bag boy loaded everything into the trunk. After twenty minutes everything was in the trunk. The limo shut the trunk and headed around to the front. He climbed in the driver’s seat and turned on the engine. After a couple of minutes he pulled out of the parking lot and into traffic. An hour and a half later they finally reach the arena to a large group of fans clustered at the top of the back drive. The limo driver fights through it eventually getting through and continuing on to the rear entrance door. The limo came to a stop just in front of the door. The driver got out and walked around to the back, he opened the rear door. He reached his hand inside helping Serenity out. As she rose to her feet she looked over at him, offering a quick thank you before making her way up to the arena as the scene fades to black.

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