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  • Birthday 08/02/1996

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  1. Tay out here looking like an absolute queen! If AEW don’t sign her, they really are destined to fail
  2. Impact Fires Tessa Blanchard, Strips Her of World Title

    I can’t imagine WWE or AEW would want to go after her either, so it looks like she’s done and dusted 
  3. Happiest of Birthdays, Dearest Mariah

    Happy birthday, Mariah! This year has been so huge for you in so many ways, so this special day deserves to be celebrated with the best of them (even in these troubling times)! Thank you as well for continuing to be the matriarch of Heartbreakers, even nearly a decade after it was founded! An absolute queen. Periodt. 
  4. Cookout Invitations

    A king. An icon. 
  5. Celebrating Pride Month with Heartbreakers

    With everything going on in the world, it feels quite surreal to take part of celebrations in any time. Saying that, learning that the first ever Pride had come in the form of riots, it feels right to both celebrate queerness while also tackling oppression in the form of racism and homophobia. I can’t personally say I’ve had faced much homophobia beyond a couple of ‘are you gay’ questions or hearing f***** a couple of times. I’ve even had no problem coming out to my mom as bi, though I can’t exactly say the same for the rest of my family. There are people out there who have it much worse. I really do hope that with every protest that comes at a time like this, we draw one step closer towards living in a society where black people, trans people and other queer people don’t have to fear for their lives for doing the bare minimum. There have been too many cases of those like George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery, Sandra Bland, Kiki Fantroy, Denali Berries Stuckey and Brooklyn Lindsay. This shouldn’t be happening now. This shouldn’t have been happening then. It definitely shouldn’t be happening in the future. That being said, to end on a positive, I’m so happy to find a forum like this where I can not only find a safe place to be who I am as a bi man, but to also enlighten myself about the LGBT community and the black community. Thank you all for being amazing 
  6. That should have been the case 15 years ago, but better late than never. 
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    .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: 8px; letter-spacing: 8px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } Keep breaking me in, and this is how we will end. With you and me bent “Go fuck yourself!” Partially because of the alcohol and partially because of the venomous atmosphere that continually built with every word that passed by, Ethan spat out his words with the most heavy form of malice towards his older brother, Deep down inside, beyond the intoxication and beyond the immense fury he held towards his brother, Ethan knew that it would have been what his mother wanted to see her two baby boys stand side by side at her funeral. Ethan knew that the last thing she would have wanted was for one of her sons to show up drunk and put this last service for her in shambles. “Only you could play that bullshit moral card with me after showing me how much of a piece of shit you are!” It was just nigh impossible, especially in this troubled state of mind, for Ethan to make amends with Dawson so easily. They said that time healed all wounds, but time would need to work particularly hard and particularly diligently to mend the wounds inflicted between the Clarke siblings. “Stop pretending, Dawson! Stop pretending you give a shit about me or mom. We’re both dead to you! Dead! Dead! Dead!” MONTY @Mariah
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    .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: 8px; letter-spacing: 8px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } Keep breaking me in, and this is how we will end. With you and me bent The only emotion Ethan could feel upon watching his brother’s emotional outburst was complete apathy. Completely aloof, completely cold and completely distant from the man who suffered from an immense emotional outburst. Ethan barely even blinked once.  At this point, the damage had already been done. Dawson may have ‘started’ this familial war, albeit with heavy regret and an apology of sincerity shortly afterward, but Ethan was damn well going to end it. What did he have to lose that he hadn’t lost already? “You’re sorry?” Taking steps towards his older brother, Ethan eventually stood close enough to Dawson, to the point where there was just a thin veil of air separating the two. Then, Ethan would press his lips to his sibling’s ear, capitalising on every bit of venom that built up in his system. “Fuck you, Dawson. You’re not sorry for a damn thing. You’re just sorry I caught you red-handed. You think some flimsy apology can heal the bond we used to have? Fuck. You. I’m dead to you, Dawson, and you know it. Go and carry on dad’s legacy. He’s the only person you have left in this godforsaken family.” MONTY @Mariah
  10. It’s harrowing that WWE (the bigwigs and the highest earners, at least) would rather release a good portion of their roster than be willing to take a temporary pay cut.
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    .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: 8px; letter-spacing: 8px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } Keep breaking me in, and this is how we will end. With you and me bent “...” Words absolutely failed Ethan, at a time like this. He couldn’t even begin to comprehend what the hell Dawson had said to him, until he had to repeat those words in his mind, over and over. I really wish it was you instead of her. I really wish it was you instead of her. I really wish it was you instead of her. Those nine words constantly spiralled around in Ethan’s volatile brain, each time tempting him even further to say something most would normally regret. “...Wow.” Ethan knows he shouldn’t play fire with fire. Ethan knows that two wrongs don’t make a right. Does he give a fuck? Absolutely not. Dawson was the one who started playing with fire. Dawson was the one who made the first wrong. Anything Ethan did, as far as he was concerned, was just out of being provoked. “There’s the real Dawson. The one that’s about to follow in daddy’s footsteps. The one that only gives a fuck about himself. You wanna say that shit to me? Fine! Just know this. You’re dead to me. You hear me? DEAD!” MONTY @Mariah
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    .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: 8px; letter-spacing: 8px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } Keep breaking me in, and this is how we will end. With you and me bent “He’s all you have left, golden boy.” Dawson had to be corrected there. There was no possible way that Ethan would stand for being associated in any way with the repugnant bastard formerly known as his father. Ever since that affair hit the tabloids, and his life had been made a living hell, the youngest of the Clarke family refused to be drawn in the same breath as William. While Ethan and Dawson never had the perfect brotherly relationship, it was at times like these where those familial ties were strained perhaps beyond repair. Ethan stood firmly by the side of his deceased mother. As far as Ethan was aware, if Dawson didn’t show that same sentiment, then they could no longer be brothers. “Take your head out of your ass, Dawson! Look at where Mom is now. Want to know why she is where she is? Because William put her there! Where the fuck was that old fart when Mom needed him most?” The days of the Clarke brothers being innocent little boys, exploring the confines of their backyards, rescuing their fictitious princess and slaying the imaginary fire-breathing dragon was but a distant memory indeed. Now, the only fire came from the intensity of this blood feud. That hatred Dawson and Ethan once directed towards a creature that wasn’t even real, was now being directed towards each other. “Want to know the real kicker in this all? Normally I could tolerate your bullshit preaching, but don’t act like you’re a damn saint in all this. You’re the one following in daddy dearest’s foot steps. What’s the motivation behind it all, Dawson? Huh? Free drugs? Free hookers? Because it’s sure as hell not to restore honour to our family. You’re just looking out for yourself!” MONTY @Mariah
  13. Elimination Chamber 2020: Live Chat

    It's a shame that Shayna's booked the way she is. It's not like she's that bitch, but she could be a lot better if she wasn't stuck being put in overly predictable squash matches and had someone more flashy to feud with.
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    .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: 8px; letter-spacing: 8px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } Keep breaking me in, and this is how we will end. With you and me bent “With... us?” Spat out with hints of venom and contempt, the atmosphere between these forlorn brothers soon turned icy, no matter how heated Ethan may have felt from the pints of alcohol that flowed through his veins. Eyes widened, eyebrows narrowed and shoulders pulled back to forcefully push away the hand of his older sibling that had ephemerally rested there, the youngest of the now disgraced Clarke lineage would see no reason to hold back with his brother, upon being on the receiving end of that low blow. Dawson may have acted out of worry. He may have acted out on impulse. He may not have even intended for the conversation to swing in such a turbulent way. Regardless, any little thing that Ethan could pick up on, he would use to sate that growing feeling of resentment he had for the 'golden child' that stood before him, practically mocking him by presence alone.  “You wouldn't know a damn thing about anyone seeing you with disgust! Don't you dare stand here, acting like you and me were ever seen as equals! Don't you fucking dare, Dawson. YOU were always the favorite! YOU were always Mom's glorious little firstborn!” How ironic it was, that the golden child... the favorite... that glorious little firstborn, the one who could do no wrong, was turning to booze for the same way and for the same reason as his bastard baby brother. Even if Ethan wasn't drunk out of his ass, he wouldn't have been able to see clearly anyway. Hate had filled the man's vision; he could only see red. If it was war that Dawson wanted to start, then it was a war that Ethan would gladly sign himself up for, regardless of the consequences.” “If only Mom could see what you were doing now... Maybe she'd finally see that me and you aren't so different after all. At least Mom knew about my flaws. You apparently didn't have any. You couldn't do ANY fucking wrong in her eyes, could you? And Dad... heh. Look at you. You're like the splitting image of William. All you really need is some coked up whore on your arm, and nobody would be able to tell the difference. ” MONTY @Mariah
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    .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: 8px; letter-spacing: 8px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } Keep breaking me in, and this is how we will end. With you and me bent “Brother...” At best, the familial greeting from the youngest of the Clarke Family to his older kin was jaded. At worst, it was a sinister reminder of the tragedy that had struck from their angel of a mother pass at such an untimely stage. With no glue to hold this broken family together, the relationship between brothers became increasingly tattered through the passing passage of time. While Dawson endured the somber torture of solitude with a short glass of scotch whiskey, it would feel amiss for Ethan to not have at least two glasses, before meeting his brother. Initially serving as a coping mechanism to witness the assassination of his father's once good name in the public eye, Ethan's drinking habits transitioned into a routine that could only be described as toxic. Drink was what helped to curb his anxiety. Drink was what helped to express himself without regret. Drink was what helped to direct his frustrations accordingly. His father, the lascivious bastard who broke his mother's heart with some young, easy whore. The media, for exploiting the destruction of a once innocent family and relishing in the scandal and uproar. His older brother, for always being the twinkle in his mother's eye. With so many targets surrounding his visage, alcohol was what helped Ethan to focus on each individual target at a time. At this particular moment in time, the target of Ethan's pent-up, intoxicated grievances was the sibling who could never afford to be second best; the one that had the whole world in his palm, despite the Clarke name being in utter shambles. While Dawson looked for a career in politics to fulfill his dream of restoring the honor and integrity for his family that slipped through his father's palms, Ethan stood firmly in the reality of being a part of America's most hated family. He could barely bring himself to look Dawson in the eye without a vindictive sneer emerging through his features. “Clearly my invitation to this little party of one must have got lost in the mail, but don't worry. I wouldn't miss this for the world.” MONTY @Mariah