O n e spark in their eyes that is slowly fading. A ruined character, simply used as a stepping stone, allowing other fellow females to shine. An underappreciated talent blinding everyone around with beauty, just like a meteor shower would.
T w o workhorses too obssessed with their carreers, viewing love as a waste of precious time that keeps their head off the prize.
Z e r o opportunity knocking at the door, as if they were victims of an invisibility spell - they could kill themselves in the middle of the ring and still, management would refer to them as "lame, placeholder, uncapable of fitting the product."
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T w o desperate souls rethinking both their strategies and priorities, taking their eyes off the prize for one split second - enough to realize that they are not alone to experience what it feels like to be the "burdens of a company."
O n e shared golden goal, the joy they would feel just out of being used properly enough to tame their hunger forever, championships becoming almost secondary at this point.
Z e r o admiration nor respect for one another, esteem decreasing as they were foolish enough to believe backstage's rumours and edited conversations.
Only remedy to the poison spreading through their veins : relinquishing their pride and surrending to feel again, placing their hearts' needs before their heads' desires.