Isaiah Bowen had just returned from an extended vacation after a feud with Alexia. He won, but, he still felt dirty about the whole thing. Still, what's done is done, and there was no reason to dwell on the past. Isaiah sat on a crate, staring at the concrete floor below, wondering what is next for the one called the Prophet... Spoiler
Roselina was just walking around backstage as she wondered what was next for her. As the Southern Beauty was beginning to get bored with messing with the minds of female and male wrestlers as she walked past some nobody without an care in the world. Roselina
Isaiah was still staring into nothing when some girl went by, he looked at her for a few seconds, then back down to the ground. Last time he raised a fuss, he nearly got his ear chewed off by his opponent. Discretion, as its said, is the better part of valor...
Roselina would get the feeling she was being looked at as she passed some nobody as she turned around to see some guy looking at the ground. So she assumed it was not him as most guys would be unable to keep their eyes away from her as she looked around for someone else who had wandering eyes.
Isaiah felt a presence about him, he looked up only to see the girl who walked by, acting like she was looking for something, "What are you looking for?" Isaiah asked, somewhat wondering if he should've stayed silent.
''Just some creep who was checking me out. Would have thought it was you , but you were looking at the ground instead of at me so just assume your gay''replied Roselina without even considering the fact that maybe someone was not into it.
Isaiah raised an eyebrow. The nerve of this woman…, “I admit I glanced in your direction, but, did you ever think that maybe some of us have better things to think about then some girl?”
Isaiah got up from his crate and looked into Rosaline’s eyes, he could tell she was raised in the South by her accent, “Hear the words of the Prophet Isaiah: Get over yourself”
Isaiah wondered if this girl, whoever she was, was what was ‘next’ for Isaiah.
Roselina would just raise her eyebrow as she heard him say that some had better things to do then think about some girl. As the Southern Belle took offense to that remark as it meant she was just some girl. Never compare perfection to everyone else as with her looks she was the one who stood above all others as she replied ''well it the words of myself. You should take an eye exam as you clearly can't see that what stands before you is pure perfection''
Isaiah rolled his eyes, “Geez, what an ego…” he thought as he crossed his arms over his chest. Isaiah jokingly wondered is this girl could even do that, what with those melons pasted on her chest.
“My name is Isaiah Bowen, you may know me as the Prophet, and if you wanted my attention so badly, well, now you have it. I certainly hope for your sake you don’t regret it” Isaiah proclaimed, bold as a lion.
His battles with Alexia, for lack of a better term, changed Isaiah. He was bolder, braver, and once more, the defining trait that led him in so much trouble, his phobia of kissing, wasn’t really a thing anymore…
''Wow aren't you the arrogant one as I don't want the attention of losers like yourself , but with my amazing good looks I am cursed to have them regardless. It an terrible blessing to be this good looking when it means I only seem to gather more losers like you''replied Roselina as she tried to keep the fact she was an bit annoyed by how Isaiah talked to her out of her voice in an attempt to seem more seductive in the hopes he would just sit their like an good little boy and allow her to feel.