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[Chloe]

~Still sore from her title loss to Daffney a week ago, Jamilia Craft had returned to the drawing board. Literally. The young Diva could be found in her hotel bed, pen in hand, doodling away on a sketch pad. Before getting signed to the EBWF, she had aspirations of going to an art college. The pad was effectively covering her unmasked face as well. She was dressed in a long, black Dir En Grey t-shirt, a pair of plaid, blue girly boxer shorts and a long pair of purple and teal socks. The twenty year old had little time to rest. She was already back in action action Layla at this week's Warfare. Layla was the number one contender to the Sky High title so surely a win over her would sent her right back into contention. A knock coming from the door of the hotel broke her train of thought and she used her rather thick, dark hair to hide her face as she retrieved it from a desk and slipped it on. She slid from the bed and opened the door just a creak before allowing it to swing completely open.~

Jamilia Craft: You're here? I was going to pick you up at the airport.

Mrs.Craft: I just thought I would make things a little easier on you.

~The woman, who stood about 5'7'' was clearly Jamilia's mother. They had the same hair and same piercing blue eyes. Her mother was rather young as well.~

Mrs.Craft: Do you....always wear your mask? You aren't seeing that awful Doctor again, are you?

Jamilia Craft: No, no. I just...didn't know if you were a fan or an interviewer or something.

~The Doctor who she was referring was Dr. Stevie who did a number on Jamilia's head after his therapy sessions with her. But no longer being around him, or the other lunatics that made up the Midnight Gang, had helped her mental state. Although, there was still some damage to be worked out. The Daugher-Mother relationship had improved since Jamilia went solo.~

Mrs.Craft: Oh, I saw what happened, I'm so sorry. I'm sure you will beat that awful pale woman next time.

~Jamilia's mom lowered to hug her daughter who merely gave her a soft pat on the back.~

Jamilia Craft: It happens. Don't worry. I'm proud of what I've been able to do this year.

~Jamilia had come a long way, that was true. She was signed at 19 and was only in her second year in the wrestling industry. She managed to become the longest reigning Sky High Champion since the title was created, defeated Natalya at Wrestle Mania in front of the biggest crowd she's ever performed in front of, and won a Slammy for Female Wrestler of the Year. She could hardly believe it herself.~

Mrs.Craft: Yes. And I'm very proud of you.

~Jamilia's mother placed her hands on her Daughter's face and she smiled softly in response.~

Jamilia Craft: All I have to do is pick up a win over my opponent and I'll be right back on my feet.

Mrs.Craft: Please beat that horrible British woman's ASS.

Jamilia Craft: M-Mom?!

Mrs.Craft: Sorry, sorry! I just really get into the show.

Jamilia Craft: I'll do my best. I always do.

Mrs.Craft: And that Ryder guy I've seen you with...is he on drugs?! What does "Woo, woo, woo" mean? Is that sexual?!

~Jamilia's mask covered her face but she was probably blushing.~

Jamilia Craft: Mom. He's not on drugs. He's just....yeah....not on drugs, though.

Mrs.Craft: I'm sorry again. I know you should be busy getting ready for your match.

Jamilia Craft: It's fine. I'll be completely focused. Let me get dressed, I'll take you to lunch.

~Having a daughter training to become a wrestler probably isn't an ideal situation for a mother but after being successful it felt nice for Jamilia to be able to do little gestures like that.~

Mrs.Craft: Oh, another thing....

Jamilia Craft: What's up?

~Jamilia had turned her back, beginning to unstrap her mask.~

Mrs.Craft: That Wes Ikeda gentleman....

Jamilia Craft: My boss?

Mrs.Craft: Is he single?

~Without a word, Jamilia took her mother by the hand, pulled her to the front door and led her outside.~

Jamilia Craft: I'll be out and just a second. Please don't talk to anyone.

~Jamilia sighed and closed the door as the scene came to an end.~

[Juan Ramirez]

Mrs. Craft sounds just like mum.

Great RP

[Brooke Hogan]

This entire rp made me laugh, but I loved the ending when your mom asked about Wes Ikeda.

Mrs.Craft: That Wes Ikeda gentleman....

Jamilia Craft: My boss?

Mrs.Craft: Is he single?

Great work! I can tell I'll enjoy rping against you whenever I make my way up to your level.

[Ashlee]

LOL <3