Maxim

Girl, shut up and along with the rest.

.intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 10px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I'm the trouble starter His trademark high wattage smile continues to meet the amused expression of Andrew, Bobby still imbued with elation over the recovery of who was—for now—the one person to truly know him for all his chaotic beauty. Though he’d spent every day at his bedside, the absence of his confidante was greatly felt, especially in lieu of the presumed rejection from the enthralling angel Emma, which would later turn to confirmation of shared feelings, as well as the daunting revelation of her mothering a bright, special young boy. What also plagued his mind was the intrusion of the grimy skeletons he thought to be buried, which only increased the complexity of his greatest, most difficult romantic pursuit. As it would turn out, he wasn’t complete without Andrew, nor did he feel sane or secure; thus far, it was only Andrew who kept him grounded and brought normalcy to an incendiary life. Instinctively, then, he wished to pull Andrew in for the tightest of embraces—allowing for one of his more rare instances of vulnerability—but opts against breaking his toughened character, instead choosing to pet the back of his partner in crime’s head. “Oh, so just ‘cause you took a fucking bullet through the arm, you think you can finally handle these wicked knuckles, yeah?” Bobby would cheekily remark. “Suit yourself, buddy!” Stepping back to collect his gloves, he'd catch another familiar nervously making his way from across the gym, having not expected for the other guest to also accept the invitation. August Keller’s relationship with Bobby was a peculiar one, the former being even further away from what one might expect the hard-edged, troubled ex-marine to be drawn to. Still, what had become of casual conversations at a local bar was a strong affinity for the starving artist. In some odd way, the pair could relate as two passionate, lost souls, attempting to find their way. And much like a high school jock finding common ground and befriending a quiet, scrawny art kid, Bobby sought some sort of atonement for his once reprehensible acts, through helping to guide and protect his inferior amid the deep, muddy trenches of the Olympia battlefield. Hence why he thought to summon August to the notorious ‘Sweatbox’ gym, for some good ol’ roughening up. “Oh right, I forgot to give you a heads up that I invited someone else. It's that kid over there, heading our way,” Bobby alerts Andrew, directing both of their attentions toward the approaching young male. “I’m not sure if you’ve ever seen him moseying about town before, but he’s a pal of mine. I thought he might wanna play around with the boys, too, if that's cool?” MONTY

.intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 9px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I WANT YOU TO SURRENDER; ALL MY FEELINGS ROSE TODAY Of course the last thing Emma said hit Bobby differently, albeit without him knowing how to decode it; not knowing if there was even anything to decode at all. But there was something about tone—just a splash or a twinkle of a foretoken… maybe something promising. Or perhaps it was a just a splash of his own wild imagination. Because as much as he’d like to believe whatever extemporaneous sensation was shared between the two of them just a few short weeks prior, he was just as privy to the fact that an indeterminable stumbling block had forced a shallow divide between them and that only time would allow them to overcome that inexplicable hurdle—time he wasn’t sure he’d even be afforded. Nonetheless, he felt this opportunity presented itself as a means of breaking new ground and, with hope, tying up more than a few loose ends (literally and figuratively). Shaking himself free of his own little vicious cycle, he turned his attention back to what he could only assume was Emma’s entire world; the very extension of her. In Bobby’s mind, it was an entirely separate mystery that needed perspective just as well. “Whoa!” Bobby exclaims in jest. “You got some serious power going on there,'' he says while gently squeezing the toddler’s noodle arm, “I think you’re more than equipped to handle this job with me.” The immediate swell of pride he’d felt at the kid’s excitement made him consider himself and his thoughts about children of his own. He’d probably never seriously put much thought into it being a viable option for him. Even disregarding the lack of financial security and emotional immaturity, given his still very tender age, the biggest deal breaker is knowing that he doesn’t have the kind of structure in his life, at that moment, to offer a healthy, constructive, feasible environment for a growing impressionable child. Bobby describes himself as a man with many ‘trades’, seeking a means for a profit in just about any avenue and being able to adapt to any environment. There are times when some of those trades can lead him to roads that are… less than ethical. Watching his own back is like nothing to him. It’s second nature. He can move how he pleases. There isn’t a single person tying him to this life, besides his ma (and in spite of the fact that he hasn’t reached out to her in quite a bit of time, he has eyes that always assure him of her safety and well-being), or anyone that would make him second-guess any pursuit he endeavors. A child just wouldn’t fit well into that mix, and Bobby particularly care enough to test the accuracy of that theory. But he doesn't hate kids, and young little Lucas is assessing him with just enough fondness to make Bobby understand just how dangerous influence can be. “Okay, so first I’ve got to find out just what we’re up against today. What’s the damage here?” he asks, regarding Emma directly for perhaps the first time since she’d opened that door on him not fifteen minutes earlier. “Or should I really be consulting the man of the house?” he smirks with a head tilt in the direction of young Lucas. MONTY @Mariah.

The way Bayley wasn't even in contention is making me fucking scream. Like, not even kidding, I don't know what to do with myself. 

Just dropped by to observe how y'all did Asuka dutty character-wise, but allowed her a near-perfect score for technique. Her placement is a bit lower than I'd anticipated or would've liked, but it's the aforementioned that I'm really perturbed about, bai.

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For this decade? Hm.

Oh, wait. I'm now abreast on how this ranking system works. Everything is likely as it seems, then! 

Think I'm more offended that it wasn't Maria.

Baby, very loosely, and that's with the volume turned all the way downE. 

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Sir Jeigz said y'all fucked with the right one.

Ehh

Going with Io here. Her run on the joshi circuit was legendary and she's absolutely been one of my favorite female wrestlers for a number of years. Not to mention, she's had a better match catalog this decade than about 7 of the other 9 women combined. If I were to go for a second vote, it'd be Lana. Arguably the most consistent mic worker among the females (contending with Carmella) and one of the best in the WWE as a whole. She went toe-to-toe with the Rock at one point. That's some power, ma'am.  

Yeah, this about sums it all up. I don't have much else to add.