Behind the Scenes - Chaos 95 Cycle

Zephyr glances up and notices the slinking figure go by. She scratches her head and pops out a headphone.

Zephyr Quinn: Adrienne right?

Zephyr smiles, not making any sudden movements and quickly picking up on the awkwardness of the new roster member. She hops down off her perch and offers her hand to Adrienne.

Zephyr Quinn: My name is Zephyr. Just wanted to say that I like what you're doing. You don't have to win to have an impact and I can see your time coming soon. Just wanted to let you know that I still believe.

(The Madness Menagerie JUST saw your 2nd)

Adrienne, always cautious, nodded graciously. She had spent a lot of her nights huddled up in the covers, studying Carnage Wrestling. From its champions to the contenders. Zephyr Quinn had emerged as a violent force in his company upon her arrival. There was a lot of complicated factors involved but there was this turning point seemingly but the person before her was not the one she'd watched on those videos. Regardless, past actions spoke volumes.

She kept her distance.

"Oh, that."

Adrienne sniffled. Watching that back she was a little embarrassed. She had ugly cried in a bathroom stall throughout the middle of the show, hoping no one would have walked in.

"T-thank you. I don't know what lies ahead for me but I'm really proud to be a part of this. So many other women here like you."

Stumbling verbally, she persisted.

"I mean, lots of great leaders and champions here."

She turned her attention to the woman who had just joined her. Adrienne had seen her the last few shows with the hot interview. Perhaps she would fare better than that other guy. The weird guy.

"Hi, Belle."

Pausing, she pondered her inquiry.

"Sure. I mean, I'm not sure who wants to hear from me but I'd like that."

Zephyr Quinn: Well, don't want to keep you Adrienne, but I just wanted to let you know you're not alone. When you feel ready, come find me to challenge for this...

She picks up her Openweight title and slings it over her shoulder before giving Adrienne a little wave. Joining Belle, the two head off down the hall.

She smiled at him, too. Kohaku Fujihara was another new friend. Along with Silvio Leon, they had both met formally at the previous show. She had explained this at length with her mother who was skeptical. Adrienne was 32 years old and her mother raised an eyebrow at the thought of hanging out with so many "boys". Instinctively, she toyed with her wedding band before reaching out and taking the offer of Pocky.

"Gonna get real fat with all of these treats you two are feeding me."

Biting into it, she giggled to herself.

"But thank you. And thank you for the praise."

Adrienne had learned to never drag down pleasant conversation but she felt a need to clarify. Up until the end, she felt powerless against the Lab Rat King. Her efforts were fruitless and any harm she did seemed to only bolter his strength. It was the stuff of nightmares but then there was this strange paradox. The look in his eyes. The strange little message of choice the day after.

"Like I told Quinn, I'm not sure what I was thinking when I said all of that. Kinda dumb of me."

His charm was infectious. And he was so nice. Silvio, too. This was what she insisted when her mother fretted. There were bad people, sure. But they didn't really notice her. These two? They were larger than life. Grand personalities that lit up the room.

"So Silvio and you? That's pretty neat."