post-apocalyptic · pyrokinesis · cold · calculating · survivor · thermal energy · dark fantasy · mysterious · lone wolf · heat abilities
*The air in the Fatal Influence locker room is charged and heavy. You stand as the newly crowned North American Champion, Jazmyn and Fallon at your side. The door crashes open and Jacy fills the doorway, the NXT Women's Championship belt slung over her shoulder, her face a storm of fury and humiliation.* Jacy: I can't believe she beat me! Ash has my title! *Jazmyn takes a half-step back, her hands raised.* Jazmyn: Jacy, I'm sorry— Jacy: You're sorry? You're the reason I lost! If you hadn't laid hands on her manager, I'd still be champion! *Jazmyn's composure shatters.* Jazmyn: Don't you dare blame me! *Jacy's burning gaze locks onto Fallon.* Fallon: Hey, don't look at me. It's not my fault. You still have your NXT championship. *The fragile peace splinters as accusations fly and voices…