Just Not Enough{Spoilers//O2A\\)

[Bou]

<·†·>She did it! She did what Amy had said. She eliminated the biggest person she could. She of course had help with it, but that didn't matter, she did it! Angel Fyre was his name. However, she didn't win the rumble. She herself was eliminated, but was in the final six to do so, so she moved on to the qualifying match for the Global Warfare Championship. She was paired with Corey Hollows and Jessie Blair. She was the one that won it for her team, pinning the same person she eliminated from the rumble, Angel Fyre. A small celebration happened before the three teammates, Hollows, Blair, and herself was put in a match for the Global Warfare Championship instantly.

She did her best. But she was running out of energy after the last two matches. She only had so much. Hollows nailed her in the back of the head with the ring bell and that pretty much drained her of any fight she could have had left. She still tried her best. Going off of pure heart and soul, not physical strength. She didn't even know what happened, but she was out, laying next to a ladder. She tried to get up several times, grabbing the downed ladder for some kind of support, but none happened. Not long afterwards. The bell to sound the end of the match rung.

Jessie Blair had won it. She was somewhat disappointed in herself, but then again, these kinds of matches really weren't for her were they? No, not really, but she made it to it anyway and actually put up a decent fight. She just ran out of reserves. She weakly rolled out of the ring, holding onto her stomach with one hand from where the sledgehammer hit her early in the match and the back of the head with the other. She took the same route that Amy did, going backstage by the area next to the ramp instead of up it.<·†·>

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10 minutes Later
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<·†·>She was sitting in a chair, in the small medical room. She flinched as the medical person in charge was wrapping her head with a bandage. She would surely be feeling it in the morning, but at least she didn't have any serious injuries, such as gashes and such and she wasn't bleeding either. She made it out of the match without doing that. That was a good thing.<·†·>

"Oww..."

[Shelby Danes]

Shelby certainly had the beating of her life, and since the end opening match of that evening, had been in the medical area of the arena, with medical personnel coming in, and coming out, checking on her condition. Despite having an aching headache, throbbing back, and dead-beat legs, Shelby thought she was okay, she would simply just travel back to her apartment, and lay down on her couch for a good while. Just the thought of finally being able to relax was enough for Shelby. She let out a sigh as she tried to pull herself off the bed.

Throughout the last ten minutes her eyes had been closed, and she basically put herself in a trance, thinking of what she was going to do next. Opening her eyes, she found Isadora sitting in the tiny room with her, she was surprised. She wasn't expecting a guest. "Hello," Shelby said tiredly, shaking her head to shrug off her dizziness, "Gotthe beating of your life as well?"

[Bou]

<·†·>She turned her head slightly to face the now awake Shelby Steele. She nodded slightly. It hurt to even do that. She was in a bad amount of pain, would be for a few more days, maybe even a week even.

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"Yeah, I did. Well, beatings would sound better. Three matches. Not fun. I wouldn't be able to go again if I had to do another match, it'd just take one move to put me down..."

<·†·>She laughed slightly before groaning out once again.<·†·>

"What about you Miss Steele?"

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[Shelby Danes]

Shelby laughed, much to her own head's dismay. "Miss Steele? I'm not your teacher, your best friend's single mother, nor the elementary school's librarian, call me Shelby, everyone does." She placed her hands on the rim of the bed, and began to roll her neck, trying to loosen herself before she decided to jump off it. "I'm afraid I don't know your name though...I'm still not very familiar with this place."

[Bou]

<·†·>She laughed slightly, as much as it hurt to, and nodded her head.<·†·>

"Alright then Shelby. And my names Isadora. Some people call me Isa for short though. I'm on the show opposite of you. MayheM. I'm not sure why though... I don't think I really fit in with all the hardcore extremist type of people that take up the majority of the show."

[Shelby Danes]

Shelby was surprised Isadora actually knew who she was. I mean, she was just your average Canadian-born superstar with really no other drive then to give her family something to be proud of. Leaning over to extend her hand, she replied, "Well, it's nice to meet you Isadora, welcome to the loser's end of this wonderful sport. I've been here too many times throughout the last ten/nine years, you can say I'm the Queen of this little world." She laughed again, trying to keep the mood up. Losing wasn't the best feeling in the world, any type of optimism soothed the feeling a bit.

[Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades]

Showered and cleaned up, she ties her hair back. She soooooo didn't feel like going out to do anything tonight.... she really didn't.She was beaten down inside, only able to take solace in the fact that she was beaten by the champion and the eventual Absolute Ruler. She sighed, wishing it was her glory, shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and walking into the hallway. She walks along the wall, lost in the thought until she hears Isa's voice, accompanied by another females. She sighed, stepping into the room and leaning on the door frame, her ice blue eyes trained on the pair.

"Nice try out there, Isa... you did show a lot..."

[Bou]

<·†·>She flinched slightly as she turned around on the examination table fully so she was completely facing Shelby. She smiled once again as she placed her hands behind her, leaning back on them slighlty.<·†·>

"Its nice to meet you too Mi--er--Shelby. You've been wrestling for ten years? Wow. I haven't even been wrestling for more than a year myself. So, making it as far as I did tonight was a step for me. A step I really don't want take again for a while if it brings this much pain. Hehe. Not that I'm complaining, but three matches was just... way too much for me."

<·†·>She shrugged her shoulders gently as she said the final words. It really was, considering her size compared to most of the people she was against tonight. She was dwarfed for the most part, even by some of the women. She turned her head to the doorway to see Amy. She smiled.<·†·>

"Thanks Amy. I did what you said, but I still came up kind of short... Heh."

[Shelby Danes]

Shelby rubbed the back of her neck as she watched another person grace her way inside the once peaceful medical room. She felt a vibe coming from the person who just entered, and wasn't exactly pleased with the feeling. She looked to be hopeful, and think she deserved her shot at the Debutante title, but what did Amy ever do, other than sit back and watch Boston grant her opportunity to join the race for the Debutante title? Forcing a smile, she greets herself, "Hello, I don't believe we ever met either."

[Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades]

"No, I don't think we have either."

Her eyes traced up to the new woman... well, new to her. She knew her name, of course, having had watched much of the Women's division, knowing the players she may have to face on her way to the gold.

"My name is Amy Rhoades, Shelby... it's a pleasure to finally meet you, in person..."

She doesn't move from her spot, not from disrespect, but more from being mentally and physically beat. Her voice is much softer than everyone has heard at this moment.

"And, Isa? You didn't do badly... you did very well for an absolute rookie... don't let anybody take that away from you..."

[Jack McArthur]

Out from behind the wall, Jack turned into the medical room, holding a frozen can of Foster's to his stomach.. He was amazed on what he saw. A line. Must of been a couple brutal matches that had just happen at Absolution. It was a bugga, that Jack couldn't watch them. He had to warm up for his matches, that night. Jack's match with Anthony was over in a breeze. He was in control through the whole thing, but that match took a lot of stamina out of Jack. The other match he was in, was with the roid pumpin' machine, Bryan Colombain. Jack thrown everywhere through that match. So many blows were given to the mid waist area of Jack. That pain got worst with each blow, it felt like something had exploded inside him.

" Evenin' Shelias. "

He stood there behind Amy, waiting to get in.

[Shelby Danes]

Shelby was surprised yet again. What was with everyone knowing who she was? It's not like she stuck out in the crowd. Though, she cockily smiled when Amy gave Isadora some advice. She didn't even look to be in her mid-twenties yet. Exactly not the person take advice from. "It's a pleasure as well," she replied, the pain her back now resurfacing. Shelby mentally giggled at the pair's tiredness. One was ten years her junior, while the other seemed to be six. They didn't exactly get mauled on for an entire twenty-three minutes, hell, their heads weren't graped between a size eleven foot, and a steel pole. "They'll learn, they'll learn." Shelby thought to herself as she laid back down on her bed, to try and ease her back.


Just as she laid back, a thick Australian accent boomed into the room, and she quickly pulled a pillow over her face, to try and dumb the sound. She wasn't exactly comfortable with a man coming into the room.

[Bou]

<·†·>She grimaced as she scooted to the edge of the examination table and pushed herself off of it, she landed on her feet with a grunt, brushing at the front of her skirt like always before she walked over to Amy, not so much having the usual pep in her step..<·†·>

"Thanks Amy. Coming from someone who has been a trainer that means a lot. I gave it my all but it wasn't enough. Just need to pace myself better in matches I guess?"

<·†·>She looked past Amy to see someone new. She smiled slightly and waved to him.<·†·>

"Evening. Get banged up too?"

[Jack McArthur]

Jack looked over the shoulder of the person in front, trying to find out were that voice came from. In noticed a girl, standing in front of the examination table.

" Yep. I guess that happens when you in a fight with some one who looks like he was on steroids. I'm probably just bruised badly, but the pain feels much worst, then any silly old bruise. "

His attention went back to the throbbing pain in his stomach. Jack gripped his drink tightly, and held it right up to his mid-waist area. He lifted his back up, trying to get a good look of the place. It has been a short time, since Jack had been in here. His eyes saw two hands on top of a pillow, and the pillow looked like it was on top of someones face.

" Whats wrong with her? "

Jack then pointed out to the girl, with the pillow on her face.