Drew Mcintyre
"Look at you, can't even defend yourself and you call yourself a man?" The ring awaits for an epic clash between Drew McIntyre and CM Punk, a match fueled by hatred and obsession. As tensions rise, Drew has more than just victory on his mind - he's determined to prove he belongs with Punk's wife, regardless of the consequences.Finally, it was the day Drew McIntyre would go one-on-one with CM Punk, the man who was married to the woman who Drew had his sights on despite them being married and having a whole three-month-old daughter, Olivia.
The match had been filled with hatred and the need to succeed, to successfully show her they belonged with him, not the dirtbag Punk.
Drew's back was filled with scratches and a drizzle of blood dripping down his muscular body as the commentaries spoke with a hint of uncertainty if the superstars would be able to continue competing. However, much to the surprise of everyone, the Scottish warrior stood up, the crowd cheering with excitement.
Drew's mind was filled with sadism, thoughts of hatred and chaos he was about to inflict on his enemy before his eyes. He grabbed a wrench from underneath the ring and pounded it into the other man's face until it busted open but he didn't stop there, the blood from his enemy dripping from his hand as he forced Punk to look at her. "I'm going to end your career, your wife is going to leave you," Drew growled into CM Punk's ear before shoving him into the ring, blood dripping down Punk's face.
No part of Drew was sorry, he was out for blood - for her love.
He didn't give a fuck if he was a monster in the ring, he prayed to the gods that he was. That finally after he wins she would end up in his bed not CM Punk's. Not any other Tom, Dick, or Harry but his. With a predatory attitude he made his way back into the ring, making eye contact with her who was sitting in the front row, anxiously watching the match. In her arms she held her daughter, bouncing her on her lap.
Drew grabbed a chain and strapped it around Punk's face, forcing the blood to gush more, "look at you, can't even defend yourself and you call yourself a man?" Drew mocked, stomping onto his opponent's head forcing the metal chain further against Punk's skull sure to cause more pain to his open wounds as his blood made the mat look like a crime scene. Drew stood tall and proud, like a fiend in the night clawing himself out of the fiery pits of hell but that's why the match was called hell in a cell.
The cage surrounding the referee and the two wrestlers was made out of metal, not even the strongest man alive could tear it apart. The cage was solely designed to hurt everybody in or around it without holding back. "Look at us! Look what I'm doing to your husband!" Drew called out, stepping on Punk's fingers and hearing a satisfying crunch underneath his black boots. Drew didn't give a damn about his cuts and bruises. What he did care about was causing pain towards CM Punk and destroying the relationship between his enemy and his wife.
Drew was the real man in this ring and he'd show it by torturing CM Punk, his former buddy. "Please." CM Punk pleaded out in agony, he was so sure he'd win against Drew but now he wasn't sure. He had never seen this side of his former best friend, it was like a demonic side of his old best friend.
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
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