#rwf

[gayvampyr]

anyway

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a tweet by Rohan Talbot (@/rohantalbot) that says, "No economist will ever come up with a better description of why being poor is so expensive than Terry Pratchett. Such a great quote." attached is an image of a page that reads:

"Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars.

Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.

But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that'd still be keeping his feet dry in ten years' time, while a poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.

This was the Captain Samuel Vimes 'Boots' theory of socio-economic unfairness."

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#tweets #capitalism #rwf #top posts

[rupertsfangirl]

Galaxy Eyes | Ron Weasley Imagine

Summary: A Weasley party and a corny but sweet conversation with your favorite ginger. (All just fluff).

Word count: 1.2k

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Ron Weasley

A/N: I stayed up till 5 a.m. writing this after I got the idea at 1 a.m. I just couldn’t risk messing up the writing flow. It’s short but sweet. I don't know If I love the ending but I felt it shouldn’t go past where it was at. Enjoy :> Y/nn = your nickname.

*THIS MUST BE READ IN A BRITISH ACCENT*

Please >w<

“Come on hurry up, you're taking ages.”

“If you’re in such a rush why not just go.”

Crossing her arms, Ginny gave you a snarky look, her back leaning against the door frame. “They’re all waiting on us y’know.” 

“I know, I know.” You quickly finish your mascara and jump out of the chair blowing yourself a kiss in the mirror. “See, wasn't it worth it though,” you strike a pose.

“Yes you are stunning, now let's go.” Although she rolls her eyes you can tell she meant it. You both start down the stairs giddy with excitement, you were particularly excited to see the boys in suits and you knew Ginny was eager to see Harry as she wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks. This was your first time being present for a Weasley party that wasn’t attached to a holiday. It was to celebrate Arthur receiving a rather hefty promotion with a raise to follow it, allowing them to splurge a bit for the festivities. You could hear Molly shouting at the twins to stop doing something but you couldn’t quite make out what it was. As you made it to the bottom of the steps you watched as Molly’s face melted from angry distress to a warm adoration. She stretched out her arms and clicked her tongue with an ‘aww’.

“Don’t You girls just look gorgeous.”

“Oh, mom stop it,” Ginny seemed to try to fight the hug but gave up in the end. You smiled and squeezed tightly when she came to hug you, it always felt so safe and reassuring in there. 

“Thank you, dare I say you look more beautiful Mrs. Weasley.” 

“Oh don’t you butter me up, now off…off you go.” She ushered you and Ginny toward the kitchen where you saw Ron and Harry laughing with each other. Your eyes glance over to see Ginny looking a bit skittish at the sight of Harry but she very quickly corrects herself to her usual hardened nature. You however, couldn’t help but feel like you were drooling over Ron. Seeing him in a suit fulfilled about a dozen of your fantasies, you were quickly snapped back to reality when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder: Hermione. Turning to face her, you both smile, starting to compliment each other but you could feel another pair of eyes on you. You saw as Harry jabbed Ron in the waist trying to get him to toughen up and talk to you so he could talk to Ginny. Hermione slipped away outside leaving you with a wink as Ron stepped up to you, eyes to the floor.

He clears his throat, “Y/nn, you look-”

“Gorgeous, I know, your mother told me.” 

“Can’t I just finish my compliment.” he mumbles to himself, something about the one time he tries to be nice.

You giggle at how easily you can frustrate him, offering him a pat on the shoulder and a nod of solace. He rolls his eyes at you before taking your hand and leading you outside where the party was just getting started. Arthur was talking with Hermione’s parents, he was asking all sorts about the muggle realm, muggle items, and the functions and purposes of them. Molly was still in the house with the twins trying to force her to stop working and to start partying. And of course Lupin and Tonks were already on the dance floor, Harry and Ginny joining them soon after. 

Ron pulled you almost to the dance floor, “Care to dance?” mocking how a noble might ask. 

You glow at the question, “Never thought you’d ask.”

Slowly everyone started to dance, even Molly after some convincing from Arthur and playing her favorite song. You danced the night away with Ron and the others occasionally stopping to get a drink. You were sure that the twins put something in it because you started to feel fuzzy and you began noticing that Molly and Arthur–who’d had about 3-5 cups each– seemed quite loose. Ron caught on and saw the twins chuckling at the state of their parents and Hermione's parents. You watched Hermione pull them aside and reprimand the twins before returning to the dance floor with them, warning her parents not to have anymore.

Everyone had danced themselves to exhaustion with the help of a little liquid luck–not the potion–that had been mixed into the drinks by the twins. You and Ron were sitting on some chairs off to the side when he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you up.

“Come with me. I want to show you something.”

You nodded feeling like you didn’t actually have a choice. You both walked back into the house and out through the other door. He took you a bit aways from the house to a setup of blankets and pillows out in the field. 

“I...er…figured we could watch the stars.”

You felt warm in the face at the sweet gesture and gave him a hug toppling him onto the blankets and pillows. Your face planted into his chest and you were quite giggly but you weren’t sure if it was Ron or the drinks you had earlier, maybe it was both. Ron placed one hand on your lower back while his other ran through your hair. You always felt so comfortable in his presence. Pushing up on his chest you looked at him and could see the reflection of the star filled night sky in his eyes. The whole galaxy captured in his dilated pupils and sparkling blue eyes now filled with constellations. 

“Would you hold the world for me?” Ron seemed a bit taken aback by your question. “What not expecting something so deep. Not all of us only think about food all the time.”

“No, no, I just can’t study for this kind of test, not that I would have if I could,” he laughed with you while rolling you over so you were lying on your sides facing each other. 

“Seriously though, would you?”

“For you, I’d carry the world, the sun, the moon, the stars, I’d carry the whole of the universe for you.”

You smiled as bright as a full moon, surprised at how profound Ron could be if he tried. Ron reached toward your face to push back strands of your hair that had fallen across your eyes. You blush and stare deep into his eyes as he does yours. 

“Y/n?”

“Yes, Ron.”

“You’re more than gorgeous. Words can't capture it but I think the galaxy can.” He points a finger up to the absolutely cosmic cosmos. As he said its beauty cant be captured by words. His hand rests on your cheek softly caressing it with his thumb. 

“Ron?”

“Yea?”

“That was a bit corny.”

“Maybe, but I'm spilling my heart to you here. I love you y/nn.”

“I love you too, I suppose.” You whisper teasingly. He laughs sarcastically before rolling onto his back looking toward the sky. His eyes reflecting the stars again, creating little universes in his irises. You move closer to him, laying your head on his chest and placing your leg over his. One of his hands trailed down to hold your waist while the other held your hand, squeezing tightly. You never wanted this moment to end, just the two of you, the beautiful night sky, and an endlessly large universe. Everything felt so small but in his arms that didn't seem to bother you.

#writing #fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter #ron weasley #fluff #rwi #i love him #hp fanfic #hp fluff #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley fanfiction #corny but I love it #hermione granger #rwf #rw #rwb #ron weasly x reader #fem!reader #fem!reader x ron weasley #ronald weasley #why we using his government name #ron weasley blurb

[pg--animation]

I'm helping out with the RWF charity stream! Come tag along on Tuesday and let's earn some money for them!!

#ffxiv #anabaseios #mogtalk #RWF

[framesdump]

Volker Spengler as Erwin/Elvira In a Year with 13 Moons (In einem Jahr mit 13 Monden, 1978) Dir. Rainer Werner Fassbinder

#in a year with 13 moons #in einem jahr mit 13 monden #volker spengler #rainer werner fassbinder #rwf #1978 #c #queer cinema

[gurumakakari]

2

There was a buzz in the air. Things were humming. It was exactly the way Chloe had always imagined it would be inside of a major league wrestling locker room. Even though she had been exposed to quite a bit in a short amount of time, she was still all smiles by the time she found the locker that had been assigned to her. It wasn't next to Daphne or even Kat, but rather, Chloe found herself seated next to Alexis Valentine.

Alexis was…a lot. While Kat had immediately treated Chloe like they were picking up a conversation they had left off the other day even though they had never crossed paths, Alexis introduced herself with a pop culture reference. "My name is Alexis Valentine. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

And it continued from there. Chloe was trying to be friendly and ask questions, but Alexis would answer only in jokes and references. It was like talking to a living Reddit thread. "Go go Gadget wrestling boots!" "I love my power gloves. They're so bad." "I said biiiiiiiiitch."

Chloe remained undaunted, however. She was only scheduled to be present at the taping and not an active participant in it, so she really had nothing but time to kill. Already dressed in her gear in anticipation of an introductory photo shoot, all she could do was continue to sit next to Alexis and try to glean any information she could. With a locker room this big and segmented, she knew it would behoove her to make a friend or two.

After Kat winked at her from across the room for the fourth or fifth time, Chloe turned to the petite, purple haired Valentine with a hint of exasperation. "Am I bothering you? If you need to get in the zone or whatever, I'll leave you alone. You can just tell me."

Valentine smiled. It looked like a real one, quite unlike the Cheshire Cat grin she'd been sporting nearly the entire conversation. "Okay, you're cool."

"Huh?"

Before Alexis could respond, there was the familiar sound of high heels clacking on the tiled floor of the locker room. Chloe could see heads turning, comprehension dawning on faces. For many, they looked like they had seen a ghost. Alexis retreated closer to the lockers, making herself even smaller than usual. By the time Black looked to see who the source of the commotion was, Victoria Carter was standing a few feet away with a haughty look on her face and Kiki Fischer in tow.

It was a startling sight to say the least. Victoria had been the most high profile name let go after the hazing scandal a couple years back, and she hadn't been seen anywhere near the world of wrestling since. There were rumors abound as to how she was still making money. Modeling, acting, fan pages, perhaps some clandestine high class escort deal…Chloe had heard it all, and she didn't even like to dabble in darker rumors like that.

"Ah, I see at least some of you haven't forgotten how to have fun," Victoria said, breaking up the ringing silence. With an amused chuckle, she approached Irene, who was still doting on Himeko even though the reigning RWF Champion was frozen and staring at Victoria like everyone else.

Carter placed two fingers together and gently poked them into the top of Irene's head before twisting them like a key. "Unlock."

The effect was so instant that it took Chloe's breath away. Irene stopped moving, took two comically large blinks before scanning the room, stamped her foot while blushing furiously, and picked up the hem of her skirt so she could run out of the locker room. Not before everyone got a peek at her fishnet stockings and frilly bloomers, though. Poor Irene had really committed to the outfit from head to toe.

"Well done, Himeko. You clearly applied yourself to the craft while I was away. And you. Yes, you, Olivia. Who is that you have baited and hooked on your line, hmm?" Victoria approached Olivia and Ginny. Even though Carter tapped Stark on the cheek and tousled her hair, the former pop star gave no indication that she was aware of anyone else in the room but Owens.

"My, my. Won't you be a fun toy? And do my eyes deceive me, or is this one Ginny Stark? Ah, how delightful. A true socialite in our midst. And with as yummy a mind as her infamous ass. Life surely isn't without its pleasures. Wake her up, Olivia darling."

Owens hesitated for a moment, looking annoyed that whatever she had done to Ginny was being interrupted. But she then cowed in Carter's presence, quickly snapping her fingers twice in Stark's face to break the most downloaded artist on Spotify as of a few years ago from whatever stupor she had been in up to that moment. Like Irene, it was accompanied by two large blinks, a look around the room, and flushed cheeks.

"Stop doing that," Ginny said, sticking her tongue out at Olivia.

"Charming," Victoria said, once again grabbing the attention of the room.

Chloe's heart felt like it had frozen in her chest. She had no idea what was going on, or what these women were doing to one another far from the prying eyes of the fans or even management. What she did have an inkling of, however, was that this had to have been the cause of the original scandal, and that it was only going to get worse now that the rumored ringleader was back in the fray.

"For those of you who hadn't heard the news that broke on socials earlier today, I am indeed back with Remix Wrestling Federation." Carter spoke with an aura of put upon airs that really bugged Chloe. She was clearly trying to project an image to the rest of the world to make up for something else going on within her. But Black looked around to see the rest of the room rapt with attention. Even the loud and brassy Kat had fallen silent. It was an eerie sensation to see everyone like this, and it made the hairs on Chloe's arms stand up.

"I see plenty of new faces mixed with the old, and it brings me joy to be able to both meet and catch up all of you. And I do mean all of you." Victoria's eyes flashed for a moment. It felt dangerous, and a jolt seemed to rush through the locker room. Chloe felt an intense heat in her chest that hadn't been there before.

"Though my main intention is to become RWF Champion once more, of course, I would also like to inform every last one of you that I have also returned to reclaim my place as champion of this locker room. My departure was due to unfortunate circumstances beyond the control of myself and the front office, but I can promise you that management will no longer be intruding on our personal business. Evelyn Taylor herself has assured me that the RWF office both condones and encourages our fun and games. After all, what is life if you don't take some time out of your day to relax and enjoy the spoils, hm? And with that in mind, I'd like to take this time to teach those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about a quick lesson."

Carter once again turned to Stark, grabbing her by the choker around her neck to force eye contact.

"W-what are you--"

"There's no need to worry about that. There's no need to worry about anything at all." Victoria blew a kiss to Ginny, who immediately got starry eyed in her presence. A vacant, adoring smile appeared on her famous face, the sight of which chilled Chloe to the core.

"Alright. That's enough."

Naturally, all heads now turned in the direction of the intruding voice. It belonged to Parker Elliott, who Chloe couldn't recall seeing during her brief tour of the locker room when she'd arrived. Parker, though, was a very familiar face to an avid watcher of RWF programming. Once the undisputed face of the company, she'd unfortunately succumbed to a rash of injuries that had piled up and made simply getting out of bed in the morning hell on Earth. Though she never so much as hinted at retirement, she had disappeared from the scene for nearly a full year before re-emerging in RWF a little over a year ago. She was now a respected voice in wrestling and clearly in this locker room. There was no trace of hesitation in her face or voice.

"This little show's over. Welcome back, Victoria, but the rest of us have a show to put on within the next 20 minutes, and you've already wasted enough of our time. Back at it, ladies. Let's go."

With that kind of permission given from a top tier veteran, the atmosphere quickly returned to normal. Everyone got back to preparing themselves for the night ahead while Parker stared a whole through Victoria until the returning legend snapped Ginny out of that odd state.

"They say if her words don't charm you, her lips definitely will," whispered Alexis, reminding Chloe she wasn't even experiencing this alone from this angle.

"Alexis, what the fuck is going on in this locker room?"

"Two plus two is four, minus one that's three, quick maffs."

"Wha--oh," Chloe sighed, realizing she wasn't going to get a straight answer right now, "Never mind."

#rwf #remix wrestling federation #gurumakakari original #oc #victoria carter #chloe black #alexis valentine #ginny stark #parker elliott

[koks-kino]

Rainer Werner Fassbinder in Deutschland im Herbst

#he is literally me. i live like this #rwf #deutschland im herbst #screencaps

[avionaut]

Co to jest fotelik RWF?

Każdy rodzic dba o bezpieczeństwo swojego dziecka kupując dla niego bezpieczne i sprawdzone produktu. Jednym z najważniejszych produktów, który rodzic kupuje dla dziecka jest fotelik. Jednym z najlepszych fotelików na rynku jest fotelik RWF. Jeśli nie znasz tego fotelika to nie masz czym się martwić, ponieważ w tym wpisie wyjaśnimy co to jest fotelik RWF.

Nie wiesz co to jest fotelik RWF?

Ten model fotelika gdy jest prawidłowo zamontowany sprawia, że dziecko jedzie tyłem do kierunku jazdy. Dzięki temu siły, które na niego działają podczas zdarzenia drogowego są rozłożone zupełnie inaczej podczas zdarzenia drogowego. Zmniejsza się występujące przeciążenie, które działa na szyję i główkę dziecka. Całym impet ze zderzenia zostaje zabsorbowany przez zagłówek i oparcie fotela. Już wiesz, co to jest fotelik RWF ale nie wiesz, czy twoje dziecko jest w odpowiednim wieku, aby móc z niego korzystać?

Dla jakiej grupy wiekowej jest przeznaczony ten fotelik?

Ten fotelik rekomendowany jest dla dzieci nawet do 4 roku życia. Warto jednak zawsze wybierać fotelik odpowiedni rozmiarem do wymiarów dziecka. Mamy nadzieję, że teraz już wiesz co to jest fotelik RWF.

#co #to #jest #fotelik #rwf

[tomixdoescomix]

Jon Stone, a challenger in a post-apocalyptic wrestling comic I've been working on with a friend.

#jon stone #ragnarok wrestling federation #rwf #comics #comic books #digital art #tomixdoescomix

[sentinvitation]

#rain world #friday night funkin #fnf boyfriend #fnf girlfriend #rw songbearer #rw demonkin #rainy world funkin #rwf by silky on the steam workshop btw #image sent

[pollydolly]

mister Prodfessor Dr septimus sanguinare pretorius Polidori syring:e(💉9)

#emulation.gone #frankenhole #mary shelleys frankenhole #professor polidori #septimus pretorius #bride of frankenstein #Who The Fuck is this black person in my gothic movie tag. You better change it back to a Cracker Now. #<- meme ref rfe slash ref slash ref/rwf/ref/ref/r78777666665&47464646846835757$57$3657&&___ #the hair is fucking ass on this i forgot how to shade curly hair for the 29292 time #whatevea

[mosneakers]

So…

are we all just as confused as Brick was in that last RWF (18+!!) post, or do the analyzers wanna take a stab at Selene’s thought process??

I guess everyone deals with trauma in different ways but I want to hear your thoughts 🤔

posted this earlier but took it down because someone knocked on the door at the same time 😄

#ts4 #momo ramblings #RWF discussion #text post

[gayvampyr]

spent too long having a breakdown because im going to lose my insurance that i don’t have enough time to complete my assignments :/

#personal #rwf

[rupertsfangirl]

Ron Weasley Imagine-Comforts you after a rough day at work

Summary: You have a long and rough day at work and your doting husband Ron comforts you when you get home. 

Word count: 1.1k

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Ron Weasley

Note: This is pure fluff with some story. I do plan on making a smut ending version to this because I feel it could end either way so enjoy the fluff for now and look forward to the smut, if you're into that sorta thing. 

Ron stood in the doorway and let his blue eyes trace your figure. 

“You look beautiful.” You blushed at his compliment. 

“Well today is important.” He walked up next to you and took the necklace you planned to wear off the desk. He placed it around your neck while you lifted your hair allowing him to clasp it together. 

“Perfect,” he whispered, placing his hands on your waist from behind. You smile as you put your matching earrings in. 

“Alright, I'm ready.”

“Do you have everything prepared?”

“Yes, it's all in my organizer.”

“Well then don’t forget you are amazing and you’ve got this, go get’em.” You hug him feeling a surge of extra confidence from his words. You walk out of the room and down the stairs to the fireplace, Ron trailing behind you. He presses a kiss onto your forehead. While stepping into the fireplace you grab a palm full of floo powder,

“Ministry of Magic.” You watch as Ron disappears behind the flames and the ministry's black brick walls appear. You start towards the conference room feeling the sweat on your palms, you take a deep breath and reassure yourself. 

“You got this.” You step into the room first, as you expected. You begin to set up your presentation; it was an important one because it would allow your department to expand and potentially lead to a promotion for yourself. Once everyone had arrived you began the presentation. You glided through with ease feeling quite cool and collected the whole time. Why had you been so nervous before, you thought of Ron’s words and smiled internally. After the presentation you were feeling pretty good about it. You left the room and started back toward your office however you heard a few of the wizards and witches who had been in the room talking badly about your presentation. It made you upset and questioned whether you had hallucinated that you were so calm while presenting. You tried to shake it off but remained in a funk the rest of the day. And add that you were behind on just about everything due to being understaffed, it was a combination of all the things that made you overwhelmed. 

You had stayed about 3 hours overtime and got home later than you planned; but even still the second you got home Ron was there to greet you. He took your bag, giving you a kiss while grabbing it, and placed it on the couch. 

“How was work?” You only groan in response. “That bad sweetheart?” You nod and place your head onto his shoulder letting out a big sigh. Ron tries comforting you by rubbing your back and holding your head. 

“Why don’t you get out of those clothes and we can just relax.” 

“Alright,” you say, grabbing your bag and heading upstairs to change into something comfy. You take your hair out of the tight bun it's been in all day and fling off the narrow pumps your feet were squished into; sitting down you take out your earrings and necklace. 

Suddenly Ron shouts from downstairs, “I have a surprise for you!” You can’t help but feel excited using a spell to quickly and cleanly remove your makeup. You make your way back downstairs to see a table set with two plates of delicious looking food, candles, and glasses of the good stuff (nice wine). Ron looks pleased with himself and you can’t help but feel like you drooled a bit when you saw the food. 

“Oh my goodness, what did I do to deserve you?” You give him a tight hug and you both sit to eat. You tell him all about the rough day you had and he shows all his emotions on his face like he usually did: anger when you told him about the people who talked bad about you, worry when you told him about all the work you have, and excitement when you told him that you still felt the presentation went well. Then he told you all about the day he had at work which was usually light hearted as he co-managed the joke emporium with his brother George. He always managed to make you laugh with something crazy that happened. You guys finished eating and took the plates to the kitchen placing them in the sink then Ron used a spell to start washing them. 

“What do you feel up to, baby: a bath, a movie, or maybe me?” You giggled at his proposal and rubbed your finger on your chin pretending to think really hard. 

“Hmm, what about a massage; my back and feet are killing me.” 

“I can make that happen.” He had placed his hands on your shoulders and squeezed them lightly. “Go up to the room, I’ll meet you up there.” 

“Okay.” You head up the stairs and into the room, you lie face down on the bed placing your head into your arms. Ron walks in a minute or so after with a bottle of oil. 

“Well you have to take off your shirt,” he chuckled while giving you a knowing look. You roll your eyes at him making sure to face away from him while removing your shirt. You quickly lay back down on the bed and soon after Ron drips the warm oil onto your back instantly soothing you. He begins to move his hands along the sides of your back to your shoulders where he puts pressure and squeezes causing you to let out soft moans. 

“You have magic hands Ronnie,” you mumble jokingly. He smirks and continues to massage the knots out of your shoulders. He then slowly moves his hands down to your lower back and using his thumbs he presses into it and moves out slowly. You gasp lightly feeling loose and calm. 

“Did that feel good sweetheart?” You nod into the bed and he smiles feeling happy he can please you. Ron’s rough yet gentle hands rubbing from your neck, to your shoulders, to your tailbone. You feel as though you're on a cloud and you allow your mind to wonder. After some time Ron stops seemingly thinking you had fallen asleep, he quickly steps into the hallway and grabs a soft towel. He uses it to make sure your back is dry and then covers you with a blanket. And although you were awake you thought it was cute and decided to just allow yourself to sleep.

“Sleep tight sweetie.” Ron shut off the lights opting to do some housework he’d forgotten to do previously while you rested. 

#ron weasley #harry potter #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #cute #husband material #ron weasly x reader #ron weasly imagine #rwi #rwf #ron weasley fluff #ron weasley fanfiction #my writing #writing #hp fanfic #doting husband

[nzoth-the-corruptor]

BDG disbanding 😔

#it's not surprising because there's not much money to be had in the RWF scene #but every tier grows duller as it continues to just be Echo and Limit dominating with no real contest

[framesdump]

In a Year with 13 Moons (In einem Jahr mit 13 Monden, 1978) Dir. Rainer Werner Fassbinder

#in a year with 13 moons #in einem jahr mit 13 monden #rainer werner fassbinder #rwf #1978 #c #queer cinema

[gurumakakari]

I am undecided whether I will be telling a sequential story or providing brief little interludes featuring these characters. Probably a mixture of both as the mood strikes me, which may make organization chaotic. But that's how it goes. Enjoy!

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Prologue

It had been nearly 18 months since the allegations of systematic hazing had rocked the Remix Wrestling Federation, otherwise known as RWF. And in that time, Evelyn Taylor had devoted herself to cleaning up the locker room and ridding her company of the bad faith actors who had nearly destroyed the organization from the inside. At least, that's what it looked like to the outside world. In truth, Evelyn knew that the girls liked to have fun with one another. For the most part, it was harmless games and casual hook ups, and it wasn't so much hazing as it was…well, she still wasn't quite sure what to make of all of it. She had never seen what went on behind closed doors all that closely because she wasn't interested in prying into the personal lives of her talent like that. Being the CEO of a major wrestling promotion carried a massive set of responsibilities and challenges, and that meant Ms. Taylor simply couldn't be everywhere at once.

She had settled on a plan of action that certainly appeared to have solved the problem for good, but those in the know had an inkling that it might not be too long before the issue reared its head again. After all, the games the roster played with one another were hardly innocent, and Evelyn knew that. She also knew, however, that putting a stop to the practices entirely would cause her to have something of a mutiny on her hands. "Keep it away from my doorstep. That's all I ask," was the decree she had handed down after making her sweep of the company. In the end, a few talents had been shown the door. It hadn't been an easy decision to make, especially considering she'd ended the contract of one of the more accomplished veterans on the whole roster. But the hard decision was often the right one in her estimation, and the results appeared to have spoken for themselves. There had not been another public scandal or even an accusation of something untoward since that fateful week.

The day started like any other for RWF's CEO. She awoke at 4:30 in the morning after just under five hours of rest. The morning hours were the only ones she could operate without a guaranteed interruption of some pressing issue or another. After arriving at the office around 5:30, she settled in and began working her way through the day's to-do list. By the time her assistant arrived at 7:30, Taylor had already managed to secure the venues for their upcoming tour of Japan and strike up a new merchandising deal that would allow RWF to release a limited edition line of bobbleheads before the end of the year. In short, it was an amazingly productive morning, and she was in good spirits.

It wasn't altogether surprising when her assistant buzzed in to reminder her of an upcoming appointment with one of the talent. Various members of the locker room would wander in and out of the RWF office complex on days when there was no show to be run. Taylor was their boss after all, and naturally, it was usually beneficial to score a one on one sit down with the woman who signed the paychecks. The name she heard over the intercom, however, gave her pause. "Just a reminder, ma'am, that Kiki Fischer is due to arrive in the next 10 or 15 minutes."

Evelyn and Kiki had not been on the best of terms since the scandal had originally broken. Kiki's best friend at the time was someone Taylor and her investigators had deemed one of the main culprits of the so called illicit activity. And she fit the profile. As a long tenured veteran, Victoria Carter had held sway over the younger women in the locker room merely as a sign of respect and all that. It hadn't been too surprising for Evelyn to discover that the esteem Victoria had once held wasn't entirely a natural happenstance in the end. Carter's release had been the bombshell announcement that got the media off Taylor's back, but it had also led to a fissure between management and a certain sect of the locker room.

Fischer and Taylor had been cordial in passing since the fateful day, but there had been absolutely no private contact between the two. To hear that Kiki was on her way to see her had Evelyn a little flustered. But then again, she had expected this day to come for nearly this entire stretch of time. Without her tag partner and confidant, Fischer had been directionless in the locker room and on the shows. Her contract was set due to expire, and just about everyone in the know was predicting that neither RWF nor Kiki would seek an extension.

Evelyn spent the interceding minutes haphazardly rearranging some of the items on her desk. It was a nervous habit, one meant to center her and calm her down. Indeed, her heart had stopped racing by the time Fischer was set to arrive. Taylor took one final shaky exhale and turned off her monitor, intent on giving Kiki her complete and undivided attention. It was something many women under her employ had told her they appreciated about their meetings. Taylor didn't multitask, didn't dismissively wave off suggestions or concerns, and showed genuine concern for any and all topics of discussion. It was important to her to ensure Fischer felt comfortable and heard during this meeting, especially if it was to be a mutual parting of the ways.

The CEO waited for the buzzer to signify that Fischer had arrived in the waiting area. Five minutes passed. Then another three. Feeling antsy, Taylor pressed the intercom button. "Bridget, has Ms. Fischer arrived?" There was no response, which was quite unlike Bridget St. Clair. Her assistant was devoted to the position and rarely wandered off without alerting Evelyn to the possibility that the waiting area would be unsupervised for any period of time. Taylor anxiously drummed her fingers on her desk, annoyed that her assistant would be so careless. This was definitely worth a demerit.

But just as Evelyn moved to buzz in yet again, the door clicked and slid open just a little ways. "She's here," said Bridget in a lilting, breathy tone that honestly didn't sound anything like her. Then again, St. Clair was fairly prone to flirting with the talent when they stopped by to visit, and Taylor had to admit that Fischer wasn't wholly without her charms. Evelyn rolled her eyes and chuckled to herself. That silly assistant of hers!

"Alright, send her in." Evelyn put her head down to make a note on her daily ledger that she needed to have a quick sit down with Bridget before the end of the day. It wasn't a crime to enjoy yourself at work, but when it comes at the expense of the CEO's precious time, it's an issue that needs to be discussed. She heard the heavy footsteps moving across her carpet, indicating platform heels of some kind. Taylor snorted derisively to herself. These girls always putting fashion ahead of comfort and common sense. But when she looked up, that last little moment of normalcy evaporated.

Evelyn's eyes widened, and then her brow furrowed. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her visitor said something. A word? A phrase? Taylor wasn't quite sure. All she knew was that the world was spinning. She fought against the rising sensation, but everything was fading away. It was familiar. Warm. Comfortable. Everything. She knew she had to resist this while she slumped back in her chair. This was not a situation becoming of the CEO of a major wrestling promotion. But as her fingers struggled to even maintain a grip on the armrests to try and ground her to reality, she felt an oncoming desire to do one thing and one thing only. Evelyn squirmed in her chair in one last attempt at bucking this.

And then she smiled.

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