"Who is he?"
"supposedly his name is Justin Lynch the new male commentator."
"He is pretty cute."
"But aren't you dating someone?"
"It's off and on I want a real boyfriend."
"We'll break up with him."
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Why you driving me so Insane. Your teasing me...
-5secondpose made this amazing picture for me and some amazing edits!! I love them very much and I hope you love them too!! 🖤 Dedicated to you and your support! this chapter is 3000 + words and I hope you enjoy it! 🖤🖤
*haha so this book is still going and this was supposed to be the epilogue but here I am writing a real chapter so lord knows when this book will end just hang in there.*
* Four months later*
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Justin Lynch Point of View:
Qoute of the page: It's a ....
I sat backstage holding my title as Photographers where everywhere. I slowly sat up and started to walk backstage down the hall the empty halls. I walked by multiple crates. Soon walking past Aj styles and Naomi to find myself at the curtain. It was the night after SummerSlam and I still held the championship. It's been a month since Becky ultrasound. It had been four months I hadn't seen my wife. Sure I should have been an ass the last time but I was just frustrated because every time I get to see her it's just a small Pinch in time and I want more than just eight hours with her. Having her around all the time made me selfish and I hated it. When I was in NXT and I was trying to wrestle there was this goal that if I got good enough I could see Rebecca. Well the goal now is to hold the title longer than I ever planned. WWE told me a month then a month became two and know I'm three month months with this championship and I am homesick. The adrenaline isn't there. The joy and the excitement it once fueled my body no longer exist.
