OK, so with Blair facing Kali on Monday, we face the potential of it being a three way tie.

IC, I will pass it off as the person who won a match the quickest goes through.

OOC it will be decided on the best rp during these three matches

Just thought I should clear that up for reference if it comes to it :-)

OK, as the reaction has been mixed, I think the best thing we can do is put up this thread and see what happens

So, what do you need to do?

Nominate a maximum of three characters current or not dependent on your perspective. If you can, post an rp to give an idea of why this is one of your favorite characters. Once the list is compiled, or not lol, then I shall explain the voting process. It doesn't have to be SCW, it can be any of the family of feds we have, and also we are not talking about who the best rp'er is here, it is quite literally the way the character was presented, how he or she did etc, who would have been the best?

Also you can if you wish nominate someones elses character but please check with them first if you are going to

Final thing, Shootinthebreeze will be running this as an IC thing, and I'll probably base their columns on the results of each round.

So.... lets have it

01. Beard
02. Mitch Sanders
03. Blitzkrieg
04. Hurse
05. Daemon Frost
06. Johnny Kingdom
07. Lethal Weapon
08. Jason King
09. Orlando Cruze
10. Yvonne Knight
11. Dylan Howell
12. Jessica Heart
13. Simon Lyman
14. Memphis Cade
15. Brody McCoy
16. Chris Staggs
17. Angelica Jones
18. Steve Powers
19. Alexis Quinne
20. ASP
21. Travis Vessey
22. Gable Winchester
23. Harmony Fisher
24. Thomas Watson
25. Donovan Kayl
26. Lukas Montgomery
27. Shawn Mason
28. Trinity Street
29. Kelcey Wallace
30. Taylor Chase
31. Amy Chastaine
32. CHBK
33. Trevor Galinas (Death Ember)
34. Odin Knyght
35. Thirteen
36. Aaron Rupp
37. Nathan Creed
38. William Hush
39. Shadowcat
40. Wyvern
41. Spirit
42. Psycho 
43. A.W.O.L
44. Ladder

So, basically this is only for a bit of fun, not to be taken too seriously and totally OOC


This is the rough draft of what I plan to do if enough interest

Stage one, everyone who wants to take part picks what they believe are their three best characters of all time. Doesn't have to be three, but three is the maximum. You then add them to the list I'll put on the boards should people go for this, with an rp that you believe showcases that character. The reason for this rp is some people might not have heard or read any of the stuff for that character so would give them an idea.

Also in this stage and as well as your three... you also get the opportunity to chose your favorite character that you didn't handle... again it would be pretty cool if you had an rp that showcased the character. If that character's handler is still around it might be worth asking if its ok to nominate them though, just in case

Once that is done, and assuming I get plenty of characters, we all rank those characters, I'll probably say something like you give the best character I dunno 16pts to the best, and then the others down to two, everyone else scoring one point from you. This will then be sent to me via pm.

At the same time this is happening, I will make up the tournament brackets. The only proviso being you don't face your own character in round one

Once I have all the scores for each character, then its a case of letting the tournament pan out. I'll know the winner obvs but you guys won't

As I said in the discord, it's not an exact science, and I'm willing to change stuff etc, or have someone in this with me if people are concerned about foul play etc. 

Is it something that people would like to see play out? If not... all good was just something that sprung to mind during these lockdown times lol

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OOC- Good luck everyone!

Smoothie King Center, backstage
New Orleans, Louisiana
Sunday, April 19th, 2020

Great, more bullshit.

I know that is not what people are used to hearing from me, and they never will either, or at least not very often as I try to use my words very carefully. There is great power with words, something that I learned very early in life. Words are a lot like the Robert Frost poem "The Road Not Taken". In the poem Frost comes upon two divergent roads, one that is taken regularly by numerous people and one that is taken less often and less individuals. Words are similar to the poem in that we can either choose words that everyone expects to hear from us or we can go down the road less traveled and use words that people do not expect us to use. I tend to take the road that people expect me to take with what words that I am going to use.

So, normally I would never use the word "bullshit" and honestly you will still never hear me say it aloud. Parents look to me as a role model for their children, something that I thoroughly enjoy mind you, but because of this I need to make certain that I am using words that parents would want their children to use. Children look up to me, so if I say "bullshit" then it must be alright for a child to say to, correct? No, it's not alright, and while I realize that other athletes and celebrities don't care about the image that they project outwardly, even some have gone as far as to say that are not role models, I do not agree, and so I watch what I say because I know that other people do.

However, I can certainly think to myself that something is bullshit. Like an adoption agency representative suggesting that Victor and I may not be ready or willing to bring a child into our lives. Or how about the way Thomas Valentine and Kandis chose to mock and ridicule me because I believe in love and show that love to other people every chance that I get? Yeah, that absolutely was and is bullshit. Look, I know that my values are not the same as your average, everyday person, but I do not deserve to be marginalized because of this. That is why I wanted to win so badly at Cold Blooded too, because I wanted to make a point that Thomas, Kandis, or anyone else that my values matter and even if you don't agree with me, you should respect me. It really is not too much to ask.  

Unfortunately though, Blake and I were not able to win that match and become the SCW World Tag Team Champions. Now after coming backstage to our locker rooms it looks like both Blake and Amy want to discuss the match. More bullshit because talking about the match is the last thing that I want to do right now, though it doesn't seem like I am going to be given a choice with Blake sliding over next to me on the bench and putting his arm around me.

Blake: "I apologize for what happened out there. I should have been better prepared for that match. Tommy and Kandis have been a team for a while now and they took advantage of the fact that we have not."

I shrug, not even looking up at him. I appreciate what I can tell he is doing right now, and it is noble, trying to shoulder the blame for our loss, but he is not the one who hasn't won a match in SCW in over a month.

Kelsai: "Don't apologize. You win some and you lose some, right?"

Blake: "Sure, that is true, but I the veteran and I was supposed to the leader in this instance. This one is on me, and I don't want you feeling any different. You were great out there, sister."

Yeah, I was great out there Blake, no problem. I was especially great at taking the pinfall. I have become an expert on how to do that recently. I will say this, at least my head is down so that you can't see the fact that I am rolling my eyes right now.

Kelsai: "Thanks."

Amy has been pacing back and forth since we got back to the locker room, I can tell because I can see her shoes in front of me. This is usually a sign that Amy is about to speak, and of course Amy does not leave me disappointed in that regard.

Amy: "I really think that the two of you need to be careful with how place blame for that match. A tag team match is a different animal as opposed to singles competition.”

Blake: "I just really do not want my sister taking any of the blame on herself. We will get another opportunity to go after the belts, and when we do, I will be better prepared for it."

Amy: But you need to function as one, a cohesive unit, something that the two are lacking in experience at this point. There is bound to be a learning curve because of that. There is no need for either one of you to be down on yourself for any reason."

It could just be them pounding that I took during the match that has me with such a giant-sized headache, but I just cannot take any more discussion about the match because I am about to scream. I look up at both my brother and my mentor.

Kelsai: "I know that the two of want to discuss what happened out there during the match, but I don't want to talk about, and in fact I am not going to talk about it right now, period."

Knowing me as both of them do, I can bet that is the last thing that either one of them was expecting from me at this point, but I could not have really cared less honestly. Amy is staring, trying to study my face for some sort of an expression while Blake just sounds both shocked and concerned.

Blake: "Is everything alright Kelsai?"

My voice came out sounding sharper than I intended, which is awful when you considered that I was feeling quiet tense at the moment. I looked at Blake again, my frustration mounting.
Kelsai: "Blake, I am fine, everything is fine, I just don't want to talk about our match, so I am not going to do it. This is non-negotiable."

At this point I did something that I never do, turning away Blake and Amy and staring at the wall. I think that Blake got the idea as he got up from the bench, though he kept his hand on my shoulder.

Blake: "Again, I am sorry about what happened out there in the match Kelsai. I will talk to you later.

Turning, Blake stops briefly in the doorway nods at Amy before going out to leave. Amy follows Blake leaving me alone in the locker room. Despite the two of them now talking in the hallway, I can still hear what is being said.

Amy: "Blake, can you wait up for a second. There is something that I would like to discuss with you?"

Blake: "Sure, what is it Amy?"

Amy: "Does it seem like something else is wrong with Kelsai?"

Blake: "You mean other than being disappointed and dejected because we lost a match that she really wanted to win? Not really, no."

Amy: "Blake this was a lot worse than Kelsai being disappointed and dejected about a match, even this match. I think there could be something more going on with her."

As I was listening and getting more frustrated by the second, there was a pause, which I took this to mean that Blake was thinking about what Amy had asked him before responding.

Blake: "Well, she was really short with me, and that is definitely not Kelsai. Yeah, you could be right. Any ideas as to what is going on with her?"

Maybe if the two people that want to help me would bother asking me what is going on, then maybe I would tell them what is going on. Scratch that, I just really don't want to talk altogether.

Amy: "I was going to ask you the same thing because I don't know."

Blake: "Me either."

Amy: "Well, I am going to go back in there and see if I can get her to open up and talk to me, because this just isn't normal. Its not just tonight even. Think about it, she hasn't been nearly as active on twitter, and when she been on there, she has not been as spunky or bubbly. Something is going on Blake, and I think that I need to at least try and get to the bottom of it."

Blake: "Yeah you could be right, and if you are going to try and talk to her, all I am going to say is good luck. Maybe you can get through to her, because obviously she doesn't want to talk to me right now..."

Yes, you have got that right Blake.

Blake: "I am going to go get a shower and then head home. Let me know how it goes please Amy?"

Amy: "Of course, and Blake remember this is the first time that you to have teamed together alright? It will get better as you become more familiar with one another."

Blake: "I know and thank you."

With that I could hear Blake's foot steps getting further away. I don't know if it was thinking about what Blake and Amy were saying or maybe just the night in general but I had finally had enough and I punched that wall in frustration, just as Amy was walking back into the room which was quite embarrassing.

Kelsai: "Ouch!"

Amy: "Yeah, I was going to say that probably did hurt a little. Are you alright?"

I just nod, as Amy is coming toward me while I still sit on the bench.

Kelsai: "Yeah I am doing alright, just hurts some, but I think that I have nobody to blame for it myself. It doesn't feel like anything is broke though."

Amy sits down along side of me on the bench where Blake was before, and now she is staring directly into my eyes. Immediately, I feel awful for how I have treated both she and Blake earlier.

Amy: "That is good that nothing feels like it is broken. Now let’s talk about why that happened if we can please? Because I have known you for over a year now and we have had our differences of opinion sometimes, but I have never known you to punch walls before Kelsai.”

Thinking about everything that Amy has just said I realize that she is right. But with so many things that are going on in my life, where do I begin to talk about it.? I feel like I am losing control.

Kelsai: "What is wrong with me Amy?"

Amy: "I was wondering the exact same thing."

Kelsai: "I feel like I am losing control in wrestling and in life. Do you realize that the last time that I won a match in SCW was against Konrad Raab, and that was over a month ago?"

Amy: "I do realize that yes, I just don't have any clue as to why that is happening sweetie, do you? You that Blake left here tonight feeling like he had really let you down."

I love Amy Chastaine. It is not surprising that I would say something like that, because I am Kelsai Adamson-Mason and I love everybody, or at least almost everybody. But Amy is special to me just like I know that I am special to her. Amy would do anything for me, as if I were her own child because I really believe that Amy feels that way. The trouble is however, there are just so many things that are spiraling out of control in my life that I am not sure where to begin. I decide to just with the obvious, which we have covered already, unfortunately.

Kelsai: "Yes, I really felt awful about the way I treated Blake and you. I know that the two of you were just trying to make me feel better. Like I said, I haven't beaten anyone in over a month, so there is no reason for Blake to feel like he let me down during the match."

Amy: "Do you want to know what I think?"

Maybe, maybe not.

Kelsai: "Please."

Amy: "I think that there is a lot going on inside of your head sweetie, but for whatever reason you don't feel comfortable talking to me about it, or maybe you don't think that you should, I don't know."

Wow, she really is good!

Amy: "Say, have you ever considered going to see a psychologist? Someone completely removed from the situation or situations is they are. Someone that can listen objectively and try to help you with whatever it is that you need help with?"

I scoff at this idea because to me it just sounds so ridiculous. Yes there are a few different things that I really need to talk about with someone, I will give you that. But a psychologist? Psychologists are for crazy people and while I am confused about some things, I am certainly not crazy. If it were anybody but Amy talking to me about this, I might be offended.

Kelsai: "Don't be ridiculous Amy. I am not crazy I promise you. Do you know of anyone who went to see a psychologist that wasn't crazy?"

Amy: "Me."

Oh shit, did my mentor, my friend Amy Chastaine tell me that she used to see a psychologist to help with her problems? No who absolutely feels awful? This girl right here, that's who.

Kelsai: "Amy...I didn't have any idea. I am so sorry."

Amy: "There is no reason for you to feel sorry about it, ok, and you definitely didn't have any idea that it had happened. At the time that it happened, we didn't even know each other. The question is however, do you think that this is something that would work for you?"

Kelsai: "Amy, I know that you are just trying to help but I really don't think that going to see a psychologist is going to work for me. I just don't see myself as opening up to someone about things that are really personal to me that I don't even know."

Knowing Amy as I do, I can tell when she is coming up with something in her mind because of the grin she gets on her face that looks like she just won the world title again, and yes, this was one of those times right now.

Amy: "See, this is just another reason why I was supposed to help you in wrestling and life. I know that you know Dr. Lucio that helps out a couple times a week at the shelter, right?"

Kelsai: "Dr. Lucio, of course. I adore her, she is so cool, and I just love the fact that she helps all of those women at the shelter, free of charge."

Amy: "I do too, and I will tell you another secret, when I needed to see a psychologist for over two years, I went to see Dr. Lucio."

Holy crap!

Kelsai: "You did?!"

Amy: "I did. So if you want to go and start seeing a psychologist, a psychologist you know so you wouldn't have to worry about seeing someone that you don't know, Dr. Lucio would certainly be willing to listen to you I believe."

I know that Amy is really just trying to help me anyway that she can so I look at her and nod, even while realizing in the back of my mind that I probably do not go to see Dr Lucio because it is just not something that I am completely comfortable with.

Kelsai: "Alright, anything for you Amy. If you think that it would help if I went to see Dr. Lucio, I will consider it. For now though, I am going to get cleaned up and go home."

Amy: "Sounds good to me sweetie. I am going to stick around and watch the rest of this show. I kind of have a vested interest in the main event."

I think for a minute and then I begin to smile realizing that Victor is away on a business trip.

Kelsai: "You know what? I kind of want to know who wins that one too. Mind if I stick around and watch with you?"

Amy: "Not at all."

And so that is what we did, as we started watching our monitor, we watched the rest of the show, Amy and me. It was a very memorable experience to say the least, and even being so close to home (and my bed where I would get some much need sleep later on) I am glad I stayed, because I wouldn't have wanted to miss was happening the rest of the night.

OOC: CD takes place immediately following the CD of David Helms' RP. Promo takes place day of this upcoming Breakdown. Enjoy and best of luck to all!

OOC: Promo only. Consider this a little “test trial” for an old face Feedback for this is ESPECIALLY welcome!

As far as Angel was concerned, things were going smoothly.

Almost too smoothly for her liking.

Ever since she had discovered this fractured personality of Scarlet Grey that referred to itself as Void, she had been hard at work trying to figure out the best way to use this to her advantage. Scarlet had always been resistant to her help which made it difficult to actually get what she wanted out of the red-haired temptress, but Void had served as her way in. It hadn't been easy at first, but thankfully a being fueled only by anger was far easier to manipulate than one who could properly think. This made it child's play to bait Void into allowing her to dictate the personality's actions so long as she provided the answers she sought.

The real challenge was making sure Scarlet stayed blind to this little arrangemnent.

That had been a double edged sword in and of itself because of how surprisingly unpredictable Scarlet could be. While she was falling more and more to her anger which created more openings for Void to come to the surface, she had also started falling into old habits hoping to combat her blackouts where Void assumed control. If Scarlet was able to make herself happy by chasing after a man much as she did once before, then it made her plan to abuse her deal with Sasha to run Void separately for her own plans a challenge if she couldn't deliver Void as promised. The more Scarlet knew about the situation at hand, the more problems it was going to create. On the flip side, so long as she kept herself distracted, that made it easier to get the arrangements she sought in order to keep making this work.

Angel: I truly wish I could take credit for this, but this happened to be a stroke of fortune that worked out in my favor.

Angel mused to herself from where she stood in the shadows as she looked over an article had had printed out confirmed Erik Holland's departure from SCW. While this meant the loss of Scarlet's new potential boy toy, it also kicked opened the door for Void to emerge from the wreckage this would certainly cause on a more frequent basis, which was best case scenario for Angel right now. There was, of course, the possibility that Scarlet could desperately try to track the man to whatever other companies he was working for, but Angel was already prepared for this and had a plan to prevent such a thing. Maybe in the future the plan could be expanded, but for now it was best to keep the focus narrowed down to one location to conquer.

Angel: If only she truly knew the help I could provide to her, it would never have to come to this.

Angel sighed and shook her head, ignoring her laments as she pondered the upcoming events. Fatal fortunes, they were called, a two show run where literally everything was determined at pure random. Such blatant chaos made her chuckle, if only because it all played right into her hands no matter the outcome. There were only a few scenarios that weren't ideal, and the chief one among them, Void vs Scarlet Grey, couldn't happen because Sasha was one of the few in on a significant aspect to her ploy without needing to know the things that would fully compromise it. There was always the possibility Void could end up facing off with Scarlet's old friends, but she'd cross that bridge only if she needed to.

After all, right now all that mattered was putting another body in front of Void to be mauled.

Angel's attention slowly turned when she saw someone bolt into the dark alleyway she stood in on this night,knowing she was tucked away enough within to be completely hidden by the darkness. With a smirk on her face, she saw that it was Scarlet, and her body language clearly indicated that something had ruined her club night to the point where Void was trying to assume control.

Grey: Why... why can't I... ugh...

Slowly, Scarlet's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she slumped down to the ground against the wall. Seeing this, Angel slowly approached her, and when those eyes refocused they fixated on a familiar mask that was being held out towards her. Angel recognized the glare and simply offered a smile in return.

Angel: it's good to see you again Void. Dare I ask what happened?

Void: All Void knows is loud music, bright lights and people Void feels deserved to be ripped apart.

Void took the mask and quickly put it on, feeling the odd sense of comfort the item seemed to bring to her. There was nothing odd about it and no form of hidden control in case you developed those theories, it was simply a mask that started holding some sentimental value to keep driving Void as she placed her trust in her guardian angel.

Angel: Did you lash out?

Void: Void attacked... then Void fade away before fighting to return. Void getting sick of gaps in consciousness... and uncomfortable clothes.

It was at this point as she stood up that Void took notice of the extremely tight dress she was in, and unlike Scarlet who was willing to flaunt what she had, Void looked about ready to literally tear the garment from her body in anger at how restrictive it felt. Angel held up a hand to keep her from doing this before handing over a bag of spare clothes she had brought with her just in case this happened. Motioning for Void to go deeper into the alley so she was away from prying eyes, the feral personality slowly began to change as Angel watched her curiously, mentally making note of the futther differences between the two mindsets of the samw woman. She only pulled her gaze away when she heard footsteps behind her, turning towards the entrancre to the alley and seeing some bouncers from the club Scarlet had just exited.

Bouncer: Ma'am, we saw a woman who raised a ruckus in the club come this way. Do you have anything to do with this?

Angel: I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about.

Bouncer: That tone of voice suggests otherwise. We're gonna have to-

Angel: Now gentlemen, while I'm flattered that you recognize what I'm mentally capable of, it's not nice to pin the blame of your failures on someone who is truly innocent. Sometimes such an action can have... dire consequences. Isn't that right Void?

Before the bouncers could question this, Void, now in more street-comfortable clothing, bolted past Angel, letting her cloak flow in the night wind as the masked mauler barreled into one of the bouncers, tackling him to the ground and hammering him violently in the face. She turned her attention to another bouncer that tried to grab her from behind, crawling trhough his legs like an animal before throwing some nasty shots at the back of his legs to bring him down so she could stand up and begin violently kneeing him in the face. Angel watched this unfold with a smirk as Void got her fill of carnage, not noticing the third bouncer until he was right upon her.

Angel: You really lack the capacity to properly think, don't you?

Before he could contemplate what this meant, Angel had grabbed one of his arms he intended to wrap around her and twisted it so fast you could practically hear it snap clean in two. She then shoved him forward, right into Void who burrowed into him with a nasty spear before grabbing his other arm and violently slamming her foot down into the shoulder until she heard the satisfying crunch she was looking for. Void looked down at the bodies and licked her lips in satisfaction before turning and giving Angel a look of curiosity as the mysterious woman simply dusted her cloak off.

Void: Angel fight?

Angel: I don't like to get my hands dirty, and he left me no choice. Still, I hope this satisfied you for the time being, because I can promise you that soon enough you'll get the destruction I know you truly crave, Care to accompany me to address this?

Void simply nodded and followed after Angel, the cloaked figure stopping to take one last look back at the damage done with a smile. As far as she was concerned, every violent act Void had committed up to this point had simply been an appetizer. Fatal fortunes would be the beginning of the main course, and she truly wondered if SCW knew full well what they were getting into.

The more Scarlet tried to figure things out, the more it became a struggle to try and fight her anger.

Things hadn't been going smoothly for her since returning to SCW, considering that loss after loss had begun piling up on her plate despite her best efforts. She was thankful that she'd managed to mitigate some of that damage with her win over konrad Raab prior to the ppv, but one win wasn't enough to make the headaches go away. She still felt frustrated and put the blame towards her usual sources, but it never shook the feeling of anger that she now knew had to be put under control somehow.

It was weird that she was trusting a one-off conversation with a reflection of herself, but it made more sense than anything else had over the past few months.

That had been the main reason she had found herself falling back into her old habits, especially within SCW. Something about that Erik Holland figure had caught her attention, and a sense of deja vu washed over her as she tried to get his attention only to meet resistance both from him and the woman that was a clear downgrade from her. One would think she'd have learned from past mnistakes, but in her messed-up head she was golden so long as sticking to the familiar kept her from losing herself to these mysterious headaches and blackouts that had plagued her as of late.

Grey: If only he didn't think his best hope of staying away from me was to run off...

Heading into the next shows, Scarlet had the news broken to her that Erik was no longer with SCW, citing a desire to focus on competing elsewhere and not spreading himself too thin. In her opinion, it was a desperate suggestion by the petite pixie he was inexplicibly smitten with to make sure she didn't lose her man to someone much better suited for him in all areas, but this turn of events regardless made her blood boil. This was why she was hoping that a night like tonight would keep her grounded in the familiar long enough to prevent another blackout from happening. Body somehow packed into the tightest, most form fitting dress she owned (despite knowing it was having a hell of a time trying to keep covered what it needed to, and this was on purpose), she'd headed out to a club to see who would catch her attention tonight. The options were all there as both guys and girls were dancing the night away beneath the pulsing lights, and despite feeling the familiar headache dully come to life she put on her best smile and sauntered out into the sea of humanity, ready to see what fortune would give her tonight just as it would at fatal fortunes. As she weaved through the crowd, her eyes locked in on a rather hot looking couple that seemed really into their grinding on one another. Waiting for her chance, she took advantage of the break between songs to slip in between them and start pressing up against the guy.

Grey: Hey, hot stuff. Mind if I cut in?

The guy went to try and push her away, but she snatched his hand and shoved it into her cleavage with a smirk. Even under the neon lights, she could see how red his face was getting and leaned in to seal the deal. Before lips could connect though, the back of her dress was grabbed and she was jerked away by what had to be his girlfriend.

Girl: Hands off my man, slut!

Grey: Oh, I'm sorry. If you wanted to join in, you should've said something. I'm always open for a threeway.

The wink that punctuated that statement made the woman go red as well, but she and her man did their best to try and ignore her. Easier said than done, considering she wasted no time going back to back with the girl and grinding asses with her, leaning back to sandwich her between her boyfriend and Scarlet. She had their attention and simply needed to keep applying pressure to get her fun, and the fading of the beating in her brain was a sign that it was working.

Guy: Will you just leave us alomne? We're not interested!

Grey: That tent in your pants says otherwise, big man. As does the blush on her-

Scarlet didn't geta  chance to finish her sentence before a hand came across her face. The girl had smacked her, hard, and the red she was seeing was sure as hell no blush. Scarlet was in shock, but tried to just shake it off and dance her way in towards them again, only for the girl to shove her to the floor. Some of the others around them were starting to take notice as Scarlet got back to her feet, stareing them down.

Guy: I'm going to get the bouncer of somebody to get her out of here.

Grey: NO!

Scarlet's shriek pierced the dubstep track playing out from the DJ stage, which brought that tune to an abrupt halt. Her hands immediately went to her head as she felt herself slipping away, despite trying to keep her focus on the here and now.  The music was not to blame for the pounding in her head as there was none to be found now, and yet she felt like a drum solo was being peformed on her brain at that very moment and it was driving her mad.

One guy in the crowd put a hand on her shoulder and started to ask her if she was alright, but he barely got a word out before yelling in pain as teeth sunk into the flesh of his hand, followed immediately by a right hand crashing into his face that sent him to the floor. Scarlet slowly turned around with a blank look in her eyes before they slowly narrowed into a glare, and she lunged at the woman who had slapped her and tackled her to the ground, one hand around her throat choking the life out of her as the other mercilessly rained down punches into her face. The girl's boyfriend quickly tried to haul Scarlet off, but all he received was a back elbow for his troubles followed by a vicious headbutt that sent him crashing to the floor. She was about to throw herself on top of him, but suddenly shook hwer head and almost seemed to snap out of whatever trance she was in. Seeing what she had done without fully realizing it and noticing the bouncers starting to push through the crowd towards her, she immediately bolted for the door, heading outside and ducking into a neaby alleyway before leaning against the wall, head still pounding as she closed her eyes and sank down, trying to calm herself but finding it no use as her thoughts continued to be filled with what she had been denied.

Grey: Why... why can't I... ugh...

That would be the last thing she would remember on this night. The following morning she awoke in bed as though nothing had happened, and while she wanted to simply pass it off as a dream, the concerns were still there.

And she could only hope they wouldn't screw up fatal fortunes for her.