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True plans are showing
Angel is walking around the backstage her hair is pulled back into a perfect ponytail. Angel wore the same outfit she debuted in minus her mask.Angel turns to look at the camera.
"What what do you want!" Angel yells."No It wasnt a plan with christphor or Crystal.If it was would I hit everyone in the head with this!" Angel says holding up the broken chair."Why did I bite Crystal?She is the knockouts champion she is suposably the top knockout in our divison right now.Do you watch animal planet?Dominate females show dominace by attacking there oppents."
Angel picks up a backpack from a chair in the hall before turning around.
"Listen stop fol
The world champion Jeff hardy was backstage he punches the wall in a sign of anger.
"What is he so mad about he retained his belt at Turning point?" Taz comments.
"I wonder if he knows what happend to Sydnee Marie."
Jeff contiues to show signs of agression before it fades to black and shows the vs screen
"And up next is a 8 knockout tag match."
The begining of broken begins to play as the titantron screen shows Tara's tron plays
"The following 8 man tag match scheduled for one fall, heading to the ring first accompined by Jesse... Tara!" Christy Hemme announced i
Therpy session with Melissa Misery
"So Melissa tell me about yourself why do you call yourself Melissa Misery?" The therpist asks
"Well In the ring I can play that beauty and a beast role very easily.Plus I just never liked my last name." Melissa said as she layed on the couch.
"I see."The therpist said writing down."Now tell me about your childhood?" The therpist asks.
"Well growing up my parents wernt around much because they worked alot.I was the only girl with 3 brothers so I was left out alot and in school I was a social butterfly but I didnt have any real friends.Mainly because the other kids thought I was werid."
"hmmm." the therpist said writing down what melissa s
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Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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