OOC - Sooo Tony and I are in the midst of trying to get a little home for ourselves since we moved. Been stuck in the renting game since the move, so we've been really preoccupied with all that. Fingers crossed everything goes well. Anyways I actually had a lot planned for this and accomplished precisely zilch of what was planned. I figured this tiny rp is better than a no show. My first scene was written differently due to her relationship, I wasn't sure if Jimmy was going to be in the US to show for the Rumble or not. Initially this was written as though he went back to the UK, so I scrapped it and typed something on the fly to replace it since he will actually be there. Complicated.. I know. Anyways. Good luck to all.

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Zahra had just finished straightening her own hair in preparation of the Royal Rumble PPV which was shortly about to kick off. Zahra wore a tight pair of black yoga style pants and a Pink Floyd T-Shirt that had been cut into a loose fitting crop top. She had on a black sports bra underneath the shirt. Zahra walked down the corridor towards her boyfriend’s locker room. She smiled at the security guards who stood outside the door.

Zahra: Hey fellas, how are you?

Security guard 1: Doing well, Miss.

Security guard 2: Good, thanks.

Zahra nodded and smiled. She went for the locker room door that had Jimmy Havoc’s name plate on it but was cut off by both security guards who stepped into her path. Zahra cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

Zahra: Excuse me guys…

Security guard 1: Sorry, Miss. No one is allowed in.

Zahra: Right.. But I’m his girlfriend. I know he’s here and I need to see him. So if you guys don’t mind..

Security guard 2: Sorry Miss, we’ve been instructed no visitors. None at all.

Zahra: That’s impossible.. I.. James!

Zahra yelled out and stepped forward. She pounded her fist against the door and knocked hard until the guards easily swooped her back away from the door.

Zahra: Seriously get the fuck out of my way. You’re starting to piss me off now!

Security guard 2: We are only following orders, ma’am.

Zahra scoffed but continued to struggle forward to try to get to the door. Her small frame was no match for the burly security guards.

Zahra: JAMES! JAMES!! Open the fuckin’ door! What the FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!

Zahra began to flail her arms and her legs as they pushed her further back. The door remained closed and no one responded from the other side.

Zahra: JIMMY! WHAT. THE. FUCK?!

Zahra struggled to get away from the guards but to no avail.

Zahra: GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!!!

Zahra yelled, her face turning red with anger.

Security guard 1: Ma’am, if you don’t leave right now, we will have you escorted to a different part of the arena. Don’t make us do anything we don’t want to do.

Tommy End was walking by and noticed the commotion. He raised an eyebrow at his stablemate going ape shit and walked over to investigate.

Tommy: Everything okay here, Z?

Zahra spun around and looked at Tommy frantically.

Zahra: No!! I haven’t seen my fucking boyfriend in months and THESE assholes won’t let me see him! He's MY fucking BOYFRIEND!

Tommy: What’s the problem here guys?

Security guard 1: Mr. Mcahren requested no visitors. We are just following orders.

Tommy looked confused at this. Jimmy usually never missed a chance to spend some time with his girlfriend Zahra Schreiber. The pair had been together since earlier last year and were usually practically inseparable from each other. This was certainly weird, but he could tell she was going to get even more upset and he needed to get her out of there for now. Tommy placed his hand on Zahra’s shoulder and motioned with a head nod for her to follow him.

Zahra: FUCK YA'LL!

Zahra looked back at the locker room door and shook her head, tears building in her eyes as she had no idea what the hell was even happening right now. Zahra slumped her shoulders in defeat and retreated with Tommy before she got in any trouble, especially with the PPV not very far off from officially kicking off for the night.


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The cameras opened up inside of a poorly lit hallway in an undisclosed location. There were red and black candles placed on the floor neatly lined close to the wall but just away enough as to not be a huge fire risk. A robed figure was further off down the hallway, barely visible to the camera. The figure slowly made their way towards the camera.

Woman’s voice: I warned the world before I set it all ablaze.

The woman’s voice traveled down the hallway, making it much easier for it to be picked up by the camera despite still being back too far and out of range. After a few moments passed, the figure stepped into better lighting. The female slid the hood of her robe down off her head. It was revealed to be none other than the Woman’s Champion herself, Zahra Schreiber. Her beautifully long raven black hair flowed down around her shoulders.

Zahra: My warning fell upon deaf ears. I tried to tell you all, to clue you in. But no one listened. Whether they simply couldn’t comprehend it, or they never cared to. Either way, the damage I have inflicted upon the locker room.. I cannot be held accountable for. I told you of the destruction that was coming. No one took me seriously.. No one believed I would amount to be anything. Some of them even dared to laugh!

Zahra’s eyes looked dead into the camera, her eyes appeared as they almost always did, dark and soulless. Not one shred of evidence of remorse within them.

Zahra: ...and I made them all bleed! I made them bleed like the worthless swine they all are! You see no one understood exactly what I meant when I said that I am violence embedded in flesh. That I am here with a mission.. A mission I am very passionate about. That mission is to cleanse the human filth parade that clutters up the locker rooms in the back.

The flames of the candles flickered, the glow from it illuminated against her smooth silky skin. The flickering flames shadows dance back and forth from the disturbance in the air.

Zahra: My reign of darkness brought bloodshed all last year, and I aim to do it all again this year. I’ve already destroyed my opposition and the higher-ups just keep giving them chance after undeserving chance. Not a single one of them deserve to even step in the ring with me, let alone get a shot at my title!

The fact that I even have to be part of the Rumble despite already being champion.. Is BEYOND ridiculous! Angelina Love unjustly made the call to include me in this.. This.. SLOP fest. She is FORCING me to mingle with the swine.. It’s downright disgusting! If I weren’t me.. If it was ANYONE else as champion.. They wouldn’t be subjected to this same type of treatment. It’s unfair and each and every one of you know it!

Zahra sneered and bit her bottom lip momentarily before she spoke once more.

Zahra: However.. This isn’t the first time I’ve been in a similar situation. Me against an entire division. It’s been this way the whole time. Angelina believes she got one over on me.. But I’m known for pulling off the impossible. I even nearly shredded my own arm off from handcuffs in the Queen of the Mountain match. I will do whatever it takes to get the job done. Something everyone else around here severely lacks. See..No one thought I’d come out of it the Champion.. And here I am. Three hundred and nine days to be exact.

Zahra flashed a quick, cocky smile. It disappeared just as fast as it happened.

Zahra: You see, Angelina is sending me to the slaughterhouse.. But little does she know.. I’m the goddamn butcher and I’m about to gut these little piggies and take ‘em for all they got. The entire division! In one night!

Zahra Schreiber laughed and pulled out a box cutter. The camera panned back to reveal portraits hung up on the hallway walls. The canvas paintings were detailed and exact depictions of every woman on the roster. Zahra sneered and swung to her right, letting the blade slice through a painting of Alexa Bliss. The canvas shred apart and hung downwards.

Zahra: One by one I will cut them all down!!

Zahra fiercely spun on her heel and sliced the next portrait who was of Charlotte Flair.

Zahra: AND my reign of darkness will continue!!

Zahra spit out through clenched teeth as she mustered up her strength and dug the blade deep into the next canvas, then the next and so on as the camera slowly faded to a commercial break.